Eichmann Page #5

MALKIN:

You know you don’t have anotheragent who will give as much as me.

You know what they took from me.

By the lockers now, that last part causes Harel to pause. Helooks back at Malkin.

HAREL:

What, you think this is a cabaret?

Malkin, getting it, turns around. Harel gets dressed.

MALKIN:

You told me to come back when I knew

this was what I wanted. Here I am.

Besides, the team need me. Let me

prove it to you.

HAREL:

(beat; looks back)

And how you gonna do that? Cause a

mission this important, you’re sureas hell not going out until you do.

Off Malkin, considering the challenge.

22.

36 EXT. POLICE STATION. SAN FERNANDO. BUENOS AIRES. DAY

A row of ‘58 police-cars sit outside a dilapidated building.

Two OFFICERS smoke and jabber away in Spanish.

37 INT. ALMIRÓN’S OFFICE. POLICE STATION. SAME

The room is thick with the fug of cigars. Sat in a crackedleather chair is thick-moustached RODO ALMIRÓN. Chief of this

district but with an air suggesting he dreams of far greaterthings. Opposite sits a GUEST we only see from behind.

They both take drags. Almirón puffs out perfect circles.

ALMIRÓN

(re:
cigars)

We raided a Perónist hideout last

week. Caught one of the bastards. We

wanted information on his comrades.

So we tickle his toes, before long

he squeals about “under the

floorboards”. We look, and we find

many things. Like these.

The guests nods, slowly. Takes another puff on the Cuban.

GUEST:

Be gentle. Violence just begets

violence. But when your enemy

thinks you’re his friend? Then. But

I’m not here to talk about these

rebels, these children, am I?

That voice. Clearly belongs to ADOLF EICHMANN. He’s aged

well. Seems physically stronger. A sense of ease around him.

Almirón picks up a BUNDLE OF NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS from hisdesk. Drops it on a coffee-table in front of Eichmann.

ALMIRÓN

You’ve hidden well these past years.

But there is a fight coming. Our

world slips closer to chaos. And our

enemies, it seems, are converging.

Papers like Der Wag, Argentinisches Tageblatt. The headline

of the top one reads “IS ADOLF EICHMANN IN ARGENTINA?”

ALMIRÓN (CONT’D)

The rat we caught. He was a little

Cohen. His comrades need weapons,

money, explosives. If they find

you, that’s valuable information.

23.

EICHMANN:

What are you proposing?

ALMIRÓN

We hide you like we did Mengele.

Just until things quieten down.

Then, when the time comes for me

and my men to make our play-

EICHMANN:

You want my help.

ALMIRÓN

We need it, Herr Eichmann. We cannot

road-block our enemies into defeat.

We need a more permanent solution.

And no-one is more qualified.

EICHMANN:

(beat)

You know what I do on my Saturdays,

Rodo? I dig. Saw. Chop. The whole

day. Klaus and Dieter help. Horst,

when he’s home. And little Ricardo.

He rides on Daddy’s shoulders.

ALMIRÓN

This life. For a man like you?

EICHMANN:

My wife is happy. My boys too.

Klaus is in love, even. We have run

enough, and I will not make themrun further. I appreciate yourconcern, I do. But the world will

forget Adolf Eichmann, and it will

never know who Ricardo Klement is.

Almirón ponders this. Stubs out his cigar. Stands.

ALMIRÓN

You may force yourself to forget.

Opens the door to his office- outside, a bull-pen full ofAlmirón’s officers. He addresses them-

ALMIRÓN (CONT’D)

Boys. My guest is leaving.

They turn. Stand and, as one, give the NAZI SALUTE.

ALMIRÓN (CONT’D)

But we have not forgotten. Please.

Consider my proposal, Herr Eichmann.

24.

A smile plays on Eichmann’s lips.

38 INT. SYLVIA’S ROOM. HERMANN HOUSE. NIGHT

The trumpets and crone of Elvis erupt as a vinyl spinsHardheaded Woman. Posters of ‘50s rock icons juxtapose wedding

dress pictures. Sylvia dons pink lipstick, humming along.

39 INT. DINING ROOM. HERMANN HOME. NIGHT

Sat at the table, Lothar hears Sylvia racing downstairs.

SYLVIA:

Back by 11 Papa, don’t wait up.

LOTHAR:

Sylvia, darling. Can I talk to you?

She hesitates. Tugs her red skirt down slightly.

LOTHAR (CONT’D)

You know, a father doesn’t need

sight to know it’s too short. But,

I suppose, a daughter’s dressalways is. Where are you off to?

He reaches out for Sylvia’s hand. She takes it.

SYLVIA:

The ABC club. Klaus’ brother just

got back from Cincinnati. Hebrought the new Hank Ballard and

the Midnighters record with him.

We’re gonna twist, papa!

She playfully tries to do “the twist” with Lothar. But hedoesn’t respond with much enthusiasm.

LOTHAR:

Sylvia, there’s something I need totell you. I’ve tried, over the pastfew days, but there just never...

SYLVIA:

What is it?

LOTHAR:

(beat)

You’re Jewish, my love.

SYLVIA:

What? No Papa, we’re Catholic.

25.

LOTHAR:

By choice, yes. But not by birth. Bybirth you are Jewish, as am I. It’sthe real reason why we left Germany.

And it- it’s the real reason why Iwill never see you as the beautifulwoman you have no doubt become.

SYLVIA:

I don’t... What does it mean?

LOTHAR:

Nothing, maybe. Or- we’ll talk itover my love. For now, all it meansis that you must stop seeing Klaus.

SYLVIA:

What? No! Why would you say that?

LOTHAR:

Darling, listen, there is a mancoming soon, he will explain-

SYLVIA:

I love him, Papa.

LOTHAR:

Sylvia, calm down, let me finish-

Klaus’ father, he’s responsible for-

SYLVIA:

I don’t care about his father!

LOTHAR:

It is complicated, Sylvia, enough!

SYLVIA:

No, it’s simple. You said it

yourself:
I’m a woman. I don’t careif I’m Jewish, or who his father is.

I am not going to stop seeing him!

With that, Sylvia turns and leaves. Lothar flinches as hehears the front door SLAM shut.

EXT. STREET CORNER. BARRIO OLIVOS. NIGHT

Shivering in the cold, Sylvia’s illuminated by approachingheadlights. The ROAR of engines draws closer as we see-

A GROUP OF BIKERS approach. Moto Guzzi four-speeds, red and

black, twenty of them. One slows to a stop in front of her.

KLAUS passes her a helmet.

26.

SYLVIA:

Who are these people?

KLAUS:

Just friends, baby.

SYLVIA:

Are they coming to the club?

KLAUS:

You’ll see.

She hesitates a moment. Shakes it off. Puts the helmet on.

Climbs onto the bike. Klaus TEARS after the other bikers.

41 EXT. ROAD-BLOCK CONSTRUCTION. NIGHT

SOLDIERS build a military-grade ROADBLOCK. Barbed-wire, road-

spikes. Rifles, slung over shoulders. They wave the bikersthrough as they approach.

42 EXT. WOODED HILL. BARRIO BALVANERA. NIGHT

Pulling to a stop, Klaus jumps off. Hurries towards a groupof bikers collected on the verge of a hill with their bikeheadlights on. They’re drinking, and watching whatever’sbelow them. Sylvia goes to join him, when a friend(FRANCESCA) grabs her. They walk over together.

FRANCESCA:

Hola chica! Ready to party?

SYLVIA:

Cesca, who are these people?

FRANCESCA:

You mean Klaus hasn’t introduced you?

Chica, they’re Tacuara. They keep the

city safe.

SYLVIA:

Don’t the police do that?

FRANCESCA:

They try chica. But today, a bomb

went off in San Nicholas. It killed

two people! Another in Boca last

week. The police can’t keep up. Sothey help with the fight.

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