Eichmann Page #22

212 EXT. AIRPORT HIGH-WAY. DAY

AN ANGRY SWARM, TACUARA AND POLICE THUNDER TOWARDS THE AIRPORT

213 EXT. RUNWAY CHECKPOINT. DAY

The Soldiers notice. Begin whispering amongst themselves.

Malkin glances at Hanna. F***.

118.

Just as one of the soldiers REACHES FOR HIS RADIO

EICHMANN:

They’re coming!

Everybody FREEZES. The Soldiers stare at Eichmann.

EICHMANN (CONT’D)

Run, run-edy-run, but they’re

coming. For you.

Ephraim’s returned with Soldier 2- Hanna goes to PRESS ON THESYRINGE- BUT EICHMANN STRUGGLES

EICHMANN (CONT’D)

NO! This is it. Your last chance.

Before they get you. And me, I’llphhhroow away, but you. You’ll

never know what it feels like. To

kill me. Peter.

SOLDIER 2

Wait a second!

The group stops. Soldier 2 takes his rifle from his shoulder.

SOLDIER 2 (CONT’D)

What’s he talking about?

EICHMANN:

Do it. Before it’s too late. I

deserve it, I know I do. I do.

EPHRAIM:

Oh he’s just drunk, he’s just-

motor-mouth, you know, he doesn’t-

SOLDIER 2

Let me see those papers again-

Hanna glances at Malkin who is staring at Eichmann.

EICHMANN:

For Fruma. She’d want you to.

SOLDIER 3

(in Spanish)

Something’s not right.

SOLDIER 4

What is he saying??

EICHMANN:

You know that’s what she wants.

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HANNA:

Don’t-

That noise, the FLAMING SOUND, BUILDS- MALKIN’S ARM, AROUND

EICHMANN’S NECK- ONE OF THE SOLDIERS LOADS HIS RIFLE

EICHMANN:

Do it! Kill me, please!

And AS THE TEAM LOOKS ON IN FEAR-

-THE SOUND DIES. Malkin, in control, looks up at the soldiers.

MALKIN:

His, uh. Familia? Dead. Died. En

el... camps?

EPHRAIM:

(taking over, in Spanish)

Yes. Yes. All of them. Died in ‘45.

When he drinks, he remembers. And

so when he remembers...

HANNA:

This is what he becomes.

She looks at Malkin. For a beat, the SOLDIERS consider...

THE ONE WITH THE RIFLE RELAXES. STEPS BACK.

SOLDIER 2

I’m sorry to hear that.

(to Ephraim)

You should see my wife after anight on the Fernet. Total monster.

Ephraim smiles meekly.

With a jerk of his head, Soldier 2 SENDS THEM THROUGH.

214 EXT. AIRPORT. SAME

Bike SKIDDING TO A HALT, Klaus leaps off. Followed by a smallGROUP OF TACUARA

215 INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL. CONTINUOUS

Boots STOMP across the marble floor, eyes darting left andright, Klaus SPOTS THE DEPARTURE GATES-

Hurries over. But just as he goes to enter- AN AIRPORTSECURITY GUARD steps in his way.

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AIRPORT SECURITY

Ticket, sir? Passport?

KLAUS:

You’ve got to let me through. TheIsraelis have my father-

AIRPORT SECURITY

Sir, I can’t let you throughwithout a ticket.

KLAUS:

Are you f***ing stupid? Did youhear what I said?

AIRPORT SECURITY

Sir, I need you to calm down-

KLAUS:

THE JEWS ARE ESCAPING WITH MY

FATHER YOU PIECE OF SH*T-

Reaching into his back-pocket, Klaus PULLS OUT HIS REVOLVER

SLAM! ANTONIO RUGBY-TACKLES KLAUS TO THE GROUND. Several

POLICE PILE IN, HANDCUFFING HIM- Almirón crouches beside him-

KLAUS (CONT’D)

GET OFF OF ME!!

ALMIRÓN

Trust me. It’s better we take youthan them.

KLAUS:

WHAT?! NO! STOP THEM!!

Jerks his head to his men. To the Airport Security Guard-

ALMIRÓN

Air-traffic control. Where is it?

216 EXT. EL-AL BRITTANIA. SAME

Eichmann’s FEET DRAGGING, the TEAM DASH UP THE STEPS ONTO

217 INT. FIRST-CLASS. EL-AL BRITTANIA. MOMENTS LATER

A buckle FASTENS. Eichmann, locked in his seat.

Malkin hurries to the front of the plane. Taps at the pilot’sdoor. It opens. YOSEF KLEIN, the captain, stares Malkin over.

121.

MALKIN:

Attila’s onboard. We need to move.

218 INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL

Running, gun drawn, badge out, Almirón SHOVES PEOPLE OUT OFTHE WAY- SWINGS INTO A CORRIDOR. Followed by a small team ofofficers. Weapons drawn.

219 INT. AIR-TRAFFIC CONTROL

A hive of activity. Juggling radio equipment, wooden plaquesindicating flights, and a constant stream of calls andprinted data, it’s a wonder the FOUR ATC MEN can manage.

YOSEF KLEIN (ON RADIO)

ATC, this is Captain Yosef Klein on

El-Al Brittania 302. NOTAMS checked

and flight-path confirmed withnavigation. El-Al is ready to taxi.

ATC MAN:

Hang on El-Al, give us a moment.

(to another ATC)

Hey! Has Recife sent through

clearance yet?

220 INT. COCKPIT. BRITTANIA

Silence on the other end of the radio. Klein looks at Malkin.

221 INT. STAIRWELL. AIRPORT

Thundering upstairs, Almirón WHEEZES as he goes. Stopsmomentarily, COUGHING HIS LUNGS OUT. Those cigars...

222 INT. AIR-TRAFFIC CONTROL

Checking over the reams of paper spooling over the floor, oneof the ATC Men scans- scans- THERE. Nods to our guy.

223 INT. COCKPIT. BRITTANIA

ATC MAN (ON RADIO)

El-Al, this is ATC. Proceed to

runway. Hold for takeoff.

Klein turns to Malkin. Nods.

122.

YOSEF KLEIN:

Take a seat.

224 EXT. RUNWAY

The Brittania airliner LURCHES FORWARD TOWARDS THE RUNWAY

225 INT. FIRST-CLASS

Strapped in, Malkin glances back. Sees the people on theplane. None of them have a clue what’s going on.

Glances at Eichmann. Dead to the world.

226 INT. AIR-TRAFFIC CONTROL

Door almost EXPLODES OFF ITS HINGES AS ALMIRÓN CRASHES IN

ALMIRÓN

Stop the El-Al flight.

ATC MAN:

They’re at the runway-

ALMIRÓN

I don’t give two-sides of a f***,

stop them now-

ATC MAN:

We can’t- there’s a risk of a

collision!

YOSEF KLEIN (ON RADIO)

ATC this is El-Al, requesting

permission for take-off.

227 INT. FIRST-CLASS. EL-AL BRITTANIA

Malkin glances out of the window. Tries to see the TERMINAL.

What’s going on? Why the delay?

228 INT. AIR-TRAFFIC CONTROL

Almirón points his pistol at the ATC Man. TAKES AIM

ALMIRÓN

There is a German war-hero on that

plane. You will stop it.

123.

ATC MAN:

A German war hero?

ALMIRÓN

Exactly, so stop the f***ing plane!

A beat. The ATC looks to the others. They’re petrified. He

takes a deep breath. Leans over to the Radio. Presses it.

ATC MAN:

Permission to take-off granted, El-

Al. Have a safe flight.

ALMIRÓN

NO!

The ATC man folds his arms defiantly.

ATC MAN:

I don’t know much. But I know that

a German war hero means a Nazi war

hero. And there is no such thing as

a Nazi war-hero.

CRYING OUT IN FRUSTRATION, PISTOL OUT, ALMIRÓN LOOKS LIKE

HE’S GOING TO SHOOT- TURNS AND RUSHES OUT OF THE ROOM

229 EXT. RUNWAY

The Brittania’s ENGINES BEGIN TO WHIRR

230 INT. FIRST-CLASS. EL-AL BRITTANIA

Malkin leans back in his chair- goes to relax, when he spots

231 EXT. RUNWAY

ON THE RUNWAY, Almirón marshals his men INTO A LINE- AS ONE,

THEY RAISE THEIR WEAPONS- AIM AT THE PLANE

ALMIRÓN

SHOOT FOR THE WHEELS!

232 INT. FIRST-CLASS. EL-AL BRITTANIA

The plane’s picking up speed now, HURTLING DOWN THE RUNWAY

124.

233 EXT. RUNWAY

ALMIRÓN

FIRE!! FIRE!

THE CRACK-CRACK OF RIFLES FIRING- ONE OR TWO HIT THE PLANE

BUT THEY’RE TOO LATE! Too much speed now, as the plane

approaches lift-off-

ALMIRÓN (CONT’D)

AGH!!

His men lower their weapons. Stare at him for instruction-

ALMIRÓN (CONT’D)

(spotting something)

Sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t!

A TRUCKLOAD OF SOLDIERS DRIVE OVER- GUNS POINTED AT THEM.

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