Eichmann Page #7

Harel turns to Malkin.

HAREL:

He told me he was an only child.

Too much for Ania. Her lip wobbles. Chokes down a small SOB.

ANIA:

Sorry, I’m sorry, could you...

Malkin doesn’t move, nor react. After a moment, Harel nods.

HAREL:

Of course. I’m sorry, Mrs. Malkin.

I’ll be outside.

He leaves. Ania, tears on her cheeks, gazes at the picture ofher husband. Rocks back and forth, trying to mutter kaddish.

Standing, Malkin goes to reach out to her-

ANIA:

Please. You go too.

Taking his hand back, Malkin turns and walks out.

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51 EXT. APARTMENT BLOCK. HAIFA. MOMENTS LATER

At the street edge, Harel hails a cab. Shakes off the feelingof what he’s just done. Footsteps approach.

HAREL:

We wait for confirmation that the

target- codename: ATTILA- is live.

A cab stops. He climbs in. Before he drives away-

HAREL (CONT’D)

You held it together. Fine. But youscrew this operation up, make meregret it for even a heartbeat,

you’re not just off the team,

you’re out of the damn country.

The cab pulls away, leaving Malkin alone in the street.

Moments later, and MALKIN LETS RIP. Nearby bins bear thebrunt of his rage- HE KICKS, PUNCHES, SMASHES-

Slowly tires. Eventually, he stops. Pants.

Glares at terrified PASSERSBY, daring them to say something.

52 INT/EXT. FIAT TRUCK/MECHANIC’S. SAN FERNANDO. ARGENTINA. DAY

Behind the wheel, Aharoni tinkers with a lens hidden in the

base of a BRIEFCASE. Lothar sits beside him, sightless eyesstaring out of the windscreen, as if watching-

SYLVIA, standing outside a mechanic’s shop, deep inconversation with a GREASE MONKEY. Motorbikes everywhere. Inher hands, she’s carrying a small crate of beer.

The Grease Monkey shakes his head. Sylvia looks disappointed.

AHARONI:

This is feeling goose-chasey...

Slipping a beer out, Sylvia offers it to the Grease Monkey.

After a quick glance over his shoulder... he takes it. Pointsto a spot in the distance.

AHARONI (CONT’D)

Huh. Make an Israeli outta her yet.

Sylvia returns to the car. Climbs into the back.

SYLVIA:

Garibaldi Street. 10 minutes.

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53 EXT. ROADBLOCK. SAN FERNANDO BARRIO BORDER. LATER

Sat squat between swaying Jacaranda trees on a quiet street,

armed SOLDIERS patrol this fortified position.

Aharoni pulls up nearby. Waits in line. They watch assoldiers wave cars through one at a time. A Chevrolet saloon

has been pulled over. THREE MIDDLE-AGED MEN stand nervouslyby their vehicle as a SOLDIER rummages through their trunk.

AHARONI:

What the f***...

SYLVIA:

Our 150th Independence Day is soon.

Most people just want to celebrate.

But the government has a lot of

enemies. Or so it says. Don’t stare.

Eyes back on the road, Aharoni narrowly avoids the fierceglare of the SOLDIER who stops them. Pokes his head in,

scouring the inside of the car-

-when the soldier searching the Chev’s trunk SHOUTS in

Spanish. He’s found an ANTIQUE RIFLE.

The THREE MEN TRY TO EXPLAIN- but the SOLDIERS begin BEATINGTHE MEN MERCILESSLY.

With a final glare at Aharoni, the Soldier WAVES THEM THROUGHTHE ROADBLOCK. They drive on without looking back.

54 EXT. GARIBALDI STREET. DAY

Pulling to a stop across the road from Number 14, Aharonikills the ignition. They all stare at the house on GaribaldiStreet. On a raised embankment nearby, a train rumbles past.

AHARONI:

Our entire mission rests on this.

Confirm his identity, and get him

to the door. Understand?

LOTHAR:

If you feel you are in danger, even

for a moment, you leave. Alright?

AHARONI:

He won’t hurt you. Not in his own

home. But, yeah. Good luck.

With a deep breath, Sylvia climbs out of the car.

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55 EXT. 14 GARIBALDI STREET. DAY

Sylvia walks to the door. Hand, trembling. Reaches up andgives a gentle knock. Waits. Silence stretches. No soundinside. She reaches up again

-when the door SWINGS OPEN. VERA EICHMANN, a stout, motherlywoman, stands in the doorway.

VERA EICHMANN:

Can I help you?

SYLVIA:

Mrs. Eichmann? I’m a friend of

Klaus’. Sylvia. I had a gift for

him I was hoping to drop off.

A moment. Vera scrutinises Sylvia... breaks into a smile.

VERA EICHMANN:

I wondered when we’d meet you!

56 INT. LIVING ROOM. EICHMANN HOUSE. MOMENTS LATER

Ushered into a sparsely furnished space, Sylvia spots anENORMOUS BOUQUET OF FLOWERS on a small dining table.

SYLVIA:

Oh my. They’re beautiful.

VERA EICHMANN:

Aren’t they just? Fresh today.

SYLVIA:

Is it a special occasion?

VERA EICHMANN:

This year even more so.

Just then, they hear the sound of a RASPBERRY being blown,

followed by a CHILD’S SQUEAL. Footsteps draw closer

-the backdoor OPENS. And there, silhouetted by the middaysun, a small child in his arms... stands Adolf Eichmann.

There’s an odd serenity to him. Such tenderness, in the wayhe holds his son. He bends his neck and, pressing his lips tohis little boy’s stomach he BLOWS. Young RICARDO GIGGLES withglee. As Eichmann looks up- he spots Sylvia.

EICHMANN:

Oh. Hello there.

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VERA EICHMANN:

Darling, this is Sylvia.

EICHMANN:

Not the Sylvia? Ha. We had no ideayou’d be calling. It’s a pleasure.

SYLVIA:

I just wanted to- to give Klaus-

The beer crate-minus-one suddenly looks very out of place.

VERA EICHMANN:

Would you like some coffee, dear?

SYLVIA:

Oh no, I don’t want to be a bother.

EICHMANN:

Oh, please. Vera buys the beansfrom an Italian. Arabica, I think.

Before Sylvia can object, Eichmann has approached Vera. Heplants a kiss on her lips. Hands her Ricardo.

EICHMANN (CONT’D)

He’ll need a nap soon.

VERA EICHMANN:

Has Daddy tired you out, littlemunchkin? Has he?

Vera retreats into the house with Ricardo. Eichmann watches

her go. Turns to Sylvia.

Smiles. Something off about it. Not suspicious. Just... off.

EICHMANN:

What do you think?

SYLVIA:

Excuse me?

EICHMANN:

The house! Still needs electricity,

but she’s getting there.

SYLVIA:

Oh. It’s lovely, Mr. Eichmann. Did

your sons help you build it?

EICHMANN:

(beat)

You mean Klaus and Dieter?

(MORE)

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EICHMANN (CONT'D)

I’m their uncle, Ricardo. Their

father died during the war.

SYLVIA:

Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s awful.

EICHMANN:

I’m curious- was it Klaus that gaveyou this address?

Just then, the front door closes. Eichmann turns just asKLAUS ENTERS. He FREEZES when he sees Sylvia.

KLAUS:

What the f*** are you doing here?

EICHMANN:

She’s brought you a present, Klaus.

SYLVIA:

(holding up the beer)

One of them fell out but- I wanted

to apologise. For leaving the other-

KLAUS:

Who told you where I live??

EICHMANN:

There’s no need to raise your voice.

Just then, Vera enters with a tray of coffee and cake.

VERA EICHMANN:

Klaus, darling. Are you going tojoin us for cake?

He grabs Sylvia by her wrist. Pulls her towards the entrance.

EICHMANN:

Now hold on just a minute...

INT/EXT. ENTRANCE. EICHMANN’S HOUSE. CONTINUOUS

Storming down the corridor, dragging Sylvia behind him, Klausignores Eichmann, who follows him.

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