Eichmann Page #20

196 INT. STUDY. TIRA SAFE-HOUSE. SAME

Dani scratches the final touches into a passport.

106.

He then attaches a freshly-taken picture of Eichmann to it.

Nearby, Malkin finishes A FAKE NOSE on a now-woozy Eichmann.

DANI:

(beat)

Peter. I’m- I’m sorry. If something

had happened to you ‘cause of me...

MALKIN:

Dani. Come on.

(sotto)

Was it worth it?

Just then, Hanna and Rafi enter. But from Dani’s look it was

definitely worth it.

Hanna shows Rafi the sedative device attached to Eichmann. A

cord snakes from a needle in Eichmann’s arm, up her sleeve.

HANNA:

It’s a short-acting barbiturate.

He’ll stay like this, but if weneed him to move quickly, he can befunctional in a few minutes.

Rafi nods.

RAFI:

Guys, can we have a minute? Hanna,

your El-Al uniform’s through there.

Both Hanna and Dani nod. Head out. Silence stretches.

RAFI (CONT’D)

You f***ed up, Peter.

MALKIN:

It, uh. Made me think. D’youremember when we trained, at Masada?

How Gutman used to keep telling thatstory. We’d be on ropes, halfway up,

lashed to one another. Passing ammo,

guns, up and down a cliff. And he’dbe going on about the Jews whokilled themselves, up on thatmountain. They chose to die ratherthan live under the Romans. I alwaysthought he was crazy, going on aboutit. I thought he was a relic, fromanother time. But I get it now.

RAFI:

Yeah?

107.

MALKIN:

Yeah. I think so.

RAFI:

Would you do it again? To Eichmann,

if you had the chance?

Malkin and Rafi lock eyes. Utter conviction from Malkin as-

MALKIN:

No. No, I wouldn’t.

RAFI:

(considers; then)

I hope that’s true. Cause, you see,

there’s been a problem. Theuniforms El-Al gave us- well,

they’re meant for someone a littleless vertically challenged. I thinkthe exact measurement is “a**hole”

size. So.

Malkin eyes widen. Realises what Rafi’s saying.

RAFI (CONT’D)

Get him on that plane habibi, and

don’t make me regret it. Again.

(shrugs)

Besides. I should try and stop byPatagonia. I promised the little

ones I’d bring them back a penguin.

A look between Malkin and Rafi. A smile.

197 INT/EXT. CAR/TIRA SAFE-HOUSE. DAY

Ephraim, Yaakov, Hanna and Eichmann, all dressed in El-Aluniforms, waiting for Rafi-

YAAKOV:

One road-block on the way out ofFloresta, then it’s clear sailing to

-MALKIN, also in uniform, climbs into the drivers’ seat.

MALKIN:

All aboard?

EPHRAIM:

Where’s Rafi?!

MALKIN:

I’ll explain on the way.

108.

Glances at Hanna, who says nothing. Malkin HITS THE IGNITION-

The FORD BURSTS FORWARD, heading through open gates. Shortlyfollowed by Rafi and Dani who hurry away from the house.

198 INT. FORD. SAME

Malkin checks his rear-view mirror. Dani and Rafi safely makeit into a WAITING TAXI.

He turns his focus back to the road.

199 EXT/INT. TIRA SAFE-HOUSE. LATER

Sirens BLARE, engines ROAR and a HORDE descends on theproperty. GATES ARE SMASHED OPEN

THE FRONT DOOR, SPLINTERED WITH A KICK AS TACUARA AND POLICE

PILE IN. POUR INTO EVERY CRACK AND CORNER-

Klaus, inside. Stares at the sparsely furnished space.

SNIFFS. Paces the corridor, stopping outside-

HIS FATHER’S OLD ROOM. Nothing but a wrought-iron bed and acrumpled rug on the floor.

ANTONIO (O.S.)

There’s a fire in the garden. Died

recently. Five minutes or so.

KLAUS:

He was in here!

In moments, Almirón is by his side.

ALMIRÓN

How do you know?

But Klaus doesn’t answer. Steps into the room. Feels the bed.

Notes the small holes in the window.

KLAUS:

Trust me. He was here.

POLICE OFFICER:

Checked upstairs sir. House looks

like its been empty for weeks.

ALMIRÓN

Tell me we didn’t pay the b*tch

that called this in already?

109.

Almirón, ready to give up, TURNS TO LEAVEKLAUS

Wait!

Crouching down, Klaus pushes SCRUNCHED UP CARPET TO ONE SIDE-

FINDS MALKIN’S GUIDEBOOK. Nestled there.

Klaus opens it. Flicks through the pages. Sketch after

sketch, not recognising Fruma, the abstract art, children-

When there it is. A SKETCH OF HIS FATHER. He’s lying in aMINE-CART, being WHEELED TOWARDS THE OVENSANTONIO

(O.S.)

Sir!

Klaus and Almirón turn. Antonio arrives, out of breath.

ANTONIO (CONT’D)

Neighbours say they saw a packedcar leave about 20 minutes ago.

ALMIRÓN

Any idea where they were going?

KLAUS:

(realises)

The sneaky f***ing bastards.

He turns to Almirón.

KLAUS (CONT’D)

The radio, this morning.

(off Almirón’s blank look)

I know where they’re going.

And, as he SURGES BACK IN THE DIRECTION OF HIS BIKE

200 EXT. ROAD-BLOCK. FLORESTA DISTRICT. MORNING

The team stare at the road-block ahead. A SOLDIER yawns. Theroad leading to the sandbags and single-bar barrier is quiet.

Small houses, painted white, flank either side.

MALKIN:

Time?

EPHRAIM:

8:
09. Just turned 8.10.

110.

YAAKOV:

Look!

The Soldier TURNS at the sound of someone calling. Startswalking over.

Malkin drives forward, approaching the road-block-

EPHRAIM:

Come on- wave us through-

Creeping towards the barrier, Malkin goes to drive on-

A WHISTLE BLOWS. The soldier has turned back. Rushes over.

SOLDIER:

Dame tus papeles.

Ephraim quickly hands the passports and tickets to Malkin,

who gives them to the soldier. He checks them over.

As he does, EICHMANN COMES TO- SEEMS TO GRASP WHERE HE IS-

GROANS, TRYING TO GET THE GUARD’S ATTENTION-

Hanna SQUEEZES her syringe. JUST as the Soldier looks up-

Eichmann’s head SLUMPS forward.

The Soldier jerks his head. Drive on.

Malkin pulls through. Drives off. In the distance, the faintsound of SIRENS.

201 EXT. HIGHWAY. EDGE OF FLORESTA. SAME

Klaus and his Tacuara, SCREAMING ALONG THE ROAD. HE POINTS TO

SOME OF THEM, WHO SPLIT OFF, SPREADING OUT.

202 INT/EXT. FORD/MATADEROS BARRIO. SAME

SWERVING IN AND OUT OF TRAFFIC, Malkin keeps his eye fixed onthe road. Yaakov pours over a map beside him.

In the back, Hanna keeps a floppy EICHMANN propped up.

Ephraim pulls at the edges of his outfit. He’s looking pale.

EPHRAIM:

Will you-

(a car horn BEEPS)

Christ! You’ll get us killed!

YAAKOV:

Sh*t, take that left!!

111.

Malkin does, SHARP. Throws everybody to one side as the carFLIES OFF OF THE SLIP ROAD.

EPHRAIM:

And this damn outfit. Could it be

any tighter?!

UP AHEAD, A BLOCKADE OF SOLDIERS, SNIFFER DOGS, CHECKING

EVERY CAR THAT PASSES THOROUGHLY- ENORMOUS QUEUES

MALKIN:

Yaakov-

YAAKOV:

It must be new! Take the right there-

EPHRAIM:

Look out!

Another HARD TURN from Malkin, dodging a car.

MALKIN:

Anything else, Ephraim?

But Ephraim has finally shut the hell up. The car SLIPS DOWNA SIDE-STREET

203 INT/EXT. FORD/PEDESTRIAN STREET

-only to land RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A SHOPPING HIGH-STREET.

Shoppers YELL and SHOUT IN SURPRISE.

MALKIN:

Sh*t, Yaakov!

YAAKOV:

Reverse, get out of here.

Malkin WRENCHES the stick into reverse- A HORRIBLE CHURNING

SOUND GURGLES:

MALKIN:

These piece of sh*t cars!!

The ENGINE GURGLING, SHOPPERS PROTESTING- the noise attracts

the attention of SEVERAL TACUARA BOYS, just passing at thehead of the commercial street.

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