Eichmann Page #3

15 EXT. TEL AVIV BEACH. NIGHT

Sat looking out over the quiet stretch of sand and rollingwaves, Malkin toys with the bracelet on his wrist.

A CLINK of bottles nearby. He doesn’t turn. Finally RAFIEITAN plumps himself down beside Malkin. Opens two beers.

RAFI:

You’re an a**hole. You know that?

MALKIN:

Only 9-5. Sometimes weekends.

RAFI:

Well, it’s 6.30 on a Tuesday, so.

He hands Malkin a beer. They both take a swig.

RAFI (CONT’D)

Heard about your talk with the OldMan. It won’t be six months. I’ll

talk to him, don’t worry.

MALKIN:

Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this.

Maybe he’s right, Raf.

RAFI:

About nobody liking you, probably.

About the other stuff? Nah. You

just need to get laid for once. Getit out of your system.

Rafi looks at Malkin, who cracks a small smile. Chuckles.

16 EXT. RUGBY PITCH. BUENOS AIRES. DAY (1960)

A beautifully-kept pitch encircled by wooden bleachers. ASMALL TEAM of enormous men run drills, training for theTorneo de la URBA. As one guy (ANTONIO) DEMOLISHES ANOTHER

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17 INT. UNDER BLEACHERS

A MOAN sneaks from sweet-faced, brown-haired SYLVIA HERMANN

as a firm hand eases its way up her thigh. A blond-haired GUYkisses her neck. But when he angles for the inside-thigh...

SYLVIA:

Uh-uh, not a chance. Klaus, Klaus!

Pulling his face from her body, KLAUS’ looks at her, smiling.

Raffish and chiselled, he’s not used to being rebuffed.

KLAUS:

You’re not enjoying being bad?

SYLVIA:

I am a good Catholic girl. And anyprospective, uh-

KLAUS:

(kissing her neck again)

Husband? Lover? Client?

SYLVIA:

-any boy has to meet my Papa first.

KLAUS:

And... if he likes me?

SYLVIA:

If. Then. Maybe.

KLAUS:

You think he’s free tonight?

18 INT. DINING ROOM. HERMANN HOME. NIGHT

Sparsely decorated, but spacious. An open door leads onto apatio and small garden. The remnants of an asado on the table-

pamplona, lamb etc. Two bottles of Cordoban wine, one empty.

Klaus and Sylvia sit opposite her father LOTHAR, whose kind,

bearded face is covered by a broad grin. The scars beside hiseyes and their vacant look betray his blindness.

KLAUS:

-the second my hand touches the ball,

Antonio smashes me. PING! Ham-stringgoes. My father said he practicallyheard it. Otherwise, I’d be playing.

LOTHAR:

And that’s how you two met, is it?

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KLAUS:

No sir, I’m not sure Sylvia’s everwatched a rugby game...

He grins at her. Playful, she kicks him under the table.

SYLVIA:

We met at the dance-hall in Olivos.

LOTHAR:

“Rock n roll” is it? Pah.

SYLVIA:

Papa, you haven’t even heard it!

Sylvia rolls her eyes. Klaus places a hand on her arm.

KLAUS:

Your father just has more refinedtastes. Bach. Wagner. Am I right?

Music from the old country.

LOTHAR:

I thought I heard it in your voice!

KLAUS:

We came over in ‘52. I was at

school in Bad Aussee, for a time.

LOTHAR:

But your accent?

KLAUS:

We moved all over. My father wasthe Obersturmbannführer, so.

This hits Lothar. A slight quiver in his voice.

LOTHAR:

And you miss it? Will you go back?

KLAUS:

I like it here. The air, the ladies.

Besides, I hear things, you know?

LOTHAR:

Oh?

KLAUS:

Jews. Again. Press, government.

Fingers all over. Demanding. Oh wesuffered so much, give us sympathy,

give us money, power! Bleugh. Ask

me, we should’ve finished the job.

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Sylvia gasps in a playful way. Slaps his wrist. Klaus laughs.

Ever the rockstar, no apologies for being controversial. His

hand moves to Sylvia’s thigh and she grabs it. Wags a finger.

LOTHAR:

Your father, the Obersturmbannführer?

Wasn’t that Adolf Eichmann?

KLAUS:

(distracted)

Once upon a time.

Sylvia manages to dislodge Klaus’ hand. She mouths “later” tohim. Unseen by either, a strange look has come over Lothar.

19 INT. STUDY. HERMANN HOUSE. NIGHT

The house now silent, Lothar sits at his desk. Takes a sipfrom a glass of scotch. His hand trembles.

After a moment, he takes a fresh piece of paper. Inserts itinto his brail typewriter. Begins to type...

20 EXT. OCEAN ROAD. BEIT YANAI. ISRAEL. DUSK (A MONTH LATER)

Sun dipping low into the ocean. Driving an old Sabra Sussita,

a now-bearded Malkin cruises past endless fields.

21 INT. CORNERSTORE. HAIFA. EVENING

Malkin watches the SHOP-KEEP hoick a carp out of a bathtub.

Takes the fish to a grinder.

A CHEER nearby grabs Malkin’s attention. He turns to a groupof OLD MEN playing cards. Sat on little plastic chairs, theydrink schnapps, smoke Luckys. Mood seems vibrant. Happy.

Except for one guy. With them, but separate. Only three teethleft, a whisp of white hair. Rake thin. And, on his forearm,

a TATTOO. A letter, then numbers. Like a cattle stamp.

He sees Malkin looking at him. Pulls his sleeve down,

covering the tattoo. Returns his focus to the cards.

22 INT/EXT. ANIA’S APARTMENT. SAME

Stepping inside, Malkin swings the door shut with his foot.

MALKIN:

Mama?

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23 INT. KITCHEN. ANIA’S APARTMENT. MOMENTS LATER

Cramped and cluttered. Malkin enters only to be GRABBED in ahug by his mother ANIA. He lets her, but doesn’t reciprocate.

ANIA:

Are you hungry?

MALKIN:

Mama! You bought a refrigerator?

Nestled in a corner sits a gleaming-white GE refrigerator.

ANIA:

The whole block’s come up to seeit. Come, feel how cold it is.

MALKIN:

You know you can’t afford this.

She forces his hand into the refrigerator.

ANIA:

Look, look! And don’t give me thatface. I’ve been saving some of whatyou give me. And I kind of sold the

telephone.

MALKIN:

The telephone?!

ANIA:

What, I only call you, everyone elseI can shout to out the window. It’ll

be OK. You take good care of me.

She lets go of Malkin. Takes the fish. Goes to cook it.

Misses the look from Malkin. Maybe it’s him who can’t affordit. He glances at the refrigerator.

Several framed photos on top. His father, his brothers... andone of the BEAUTIFUL POLISH WOMAN Malkin saw standing in thecanteen. She’s wearing a bracelet identical to Malkin’s.

24 INT. DINING ROOM. ANIA’S APARTMENT. LATER

Shabbat. Ania lights candles, then mutters the kiddush over

wine. Malkin watches. On the walls, more family pictures. Shefinishes. Malkin takes the cloth from two loaves of challah.

Tears off a chunk. They eat in silence.

Ania goes to serve the fish. A KNOCK at the door interrupts.

Malkin, waving his mother down, gets up to answer it.

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25 INT. ENTRANCE. ANIA’S APARTMENT. SAME

Opening the door, Malkin finds- Hanna, standing there.

MALKIN:

What’re you doing here?

HANNA:

Rafi wants to see you. It’s urgent.

ANIA (O.S.)

Peter? Tell me that’s a lady guest??

MALKIN:

No, Mama. It’s work.

ANIA (O.S.)

Does she want to see the refrigerator?

MALKIN:

No, we’re talking, Mama, Christ.

(to Hanna)

Give me a second.

Malkin heads inside, leaving Hanna there.

26 EXT/INT. STREET/CAR. NEAR BAR. NIGHT

Pulling up at the curb, Hanna kills the engine. They sit insilence. Both daring the other to talk first.

HANNA:

You and your mother. Are you close?

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