Good Page #4

- you've got to build yourself up.

Beer and water, please.

That's all. Thank you.

Lovely here, isn't it?

Give me all of them.

Put me out of my misery.

- Don't talk like that. - Why not?

There's nothing left for me but pain.

The doctors say your lungs are

clear. That's why we're going home.

You just want us out of the way.

- Me and the children.

- They're at camp.

Anne and I will have them for

the weekends. It's all arranged.

Oh, of course, you don't

want me in your love nest.

I've told you a hundred times, Mother. Come

and live with us, if that's what you want.

You expect me to live under

the same roof as your whore?

No, not if you don't want to.

We can find you an apartment nearby.

I've got my own house,

thank you very much.

I always thought this

would make a nice bedroom.

You won't have to worry about stairs.

Thank you.

Thank you for all you've done.

Don't say that.

Perhaps I don't say it enough.

I can come as often as you like.

I've spoken to Frau Troller,

- she'll be in every day to make you

lunch... - Always a good boy, Johnnie.

Such a good boy.

- What are you talking about? - Just

reliving our glory days, dodging bullets.

- When were you dodging bullets?

- In the war. We were in the army together.

- When?

- About 20 years ago now.

You'd have been what, three, four?

- I didn't know you'd been a soldier, John.

- Johnnie!

- Just for a while.

- You should have seen him in a uniform.

- Very, very sexy.

- Stop it.

- Very popular with the ladies.

- Maurice...

- I'm going to go and get changed.

- We can hold towels up, if you like?

Hm!

So how is domestic

bliss with the student?

- Anne. Can we call her Anne, please?

- Anne.

And she's not my student any more.

Very upright of you, Dr Halder, to wait

until she graduated before doing the dirty.

Don't think I would have

restrained myself so long.

- Oh, you approve?

- Very nice.

She obviously has a terrible

"father figure" complex.

- Are we jealous?

- Absolutely.

- Think she needs a good psychoanalyst?

- No.

You're not getting anywhere near her.

- Don't take this the wrong way but, erm...

- Hm?

I didn't think you had it in you.

Neither did I.

So what happened?

What made you... seize the day?

I don't know. I just...

have a spring in my step lately.

Isuppose the promotion didn't do any

harm. I mean, I'm just happy, you know?

What promotion?

Didn't I? Oh.

- Oh, it's nothing really...

- No, no, no. Come on, come on.

You can tell Uncle Maurice.

They've made me head of department.

- That is fantastic. Congratulations.

- Yeah.

I thought you said there was no way

they would promote you unless you...

Oh, f***.

- Not you too, Johnnie?

- Well, it's just...

Tell me it was pure self-interest.

That I can understand.

Please, don't tell me

you agree with them.

It doesn't matter if I agree with them.

The fact is they're in power.

At least I'm doing something.

If we want to change anything,

steer them in the right direction,

we can't stay sitting on the sidelines.

We? Who the f*** is "we"?

I don't think I'll be steering anyone in the right

direction because I don't get a vote any more.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm

not a citiz... Actually, legally...

I'm not a full f***ing human being.

So I'm stuck on the sidelines!

What are you gonna do? Give 'em a

list of edifying f***ing books to read?

Look...

if you're really so pessimistic, why don't you go

abroad for a year or two until things settle down?

There are many countries where you

could practise. You've no ties here.

No ties?

I was born here.

I fought for this f***ing

country! I am as German as you.

How dare you?

Why should I leave? That's

exactly what those bastards want.

Sorry... you bastards.

Maurice!

Here's something to

help you sleep, my love.

It tastes so bitter, my darling.

Take my hand.

I love you.

I love you.

Cut!

- Right, gentlemen, that's...

- Bravo!

Without your vision, none of us would

be standing here, Professor Halder.

Or, do you prefer "Hauptsturmfhrer"?

- "Professor" is fine, Reichsminister.

- So much of what we make here is fluff.

Pretty daydreams for the masses.

I should know - I vet every script.

But Halder here really

has a message for us.

You're very kind. Allow me

to present my wife, Anne.

Truly the picture of Aryan motherhood.

- My compliments.

- Thank you.

We must find another outlet

for your talents, Halder.

# The two bluest eyes

- # Of my dear love

- What?

- # They now have sent me away

into the world -

Darling?

- That was beautiful.

- What are you talking about?

Come on.

- Didn't you?

- No.

The song...

I always knew you were brilliant, but to hear

such praise from the Reichsminister himself...

- I can't believe I shook his hand.

- I'm so proud of you.

- Please take my wife home.

- Where are you going?

I promised I'd drop in

on Helen and the children.

- Now?

- Just for a moment.

- Eric's having trouble at school.

- John, you're not going to see...

No, no.

- Look, I've got to go.

- Please!

Anne...

Good, you got my note.

- You shouldn't have gone to

all this trouble. - It's no trouble.

Sit down. An old favourite.

Ah!

Amy's night off, is it?

- Amy's long gone, I'm afraid.

- Oh.

- If it's money you need...

- It wasn't that.

Please, tuck in.

- So what was it then, with Amy?

- I can't employ Aryans under 45.

Of course, yes.

Don't worry, I didn't get

you here to harangue you.

There's no point.

Some of the petty stuff is

almost funny, it's so ridiculous.

They just took my typewriter.

I don't know how they expect me to manage.

You know what my handwriting is like.

Totally illegible. Even for a doctor.

It's been a long time.

I didn't think you'd come.

If I'd known you were making

dinner, I might have reconsidered.

Sorry, it's f***ing awful, isn't it?

- No, no, no. I'm joking.

- No, no, no. Don't.

Let me get rid of it.

I don't know what I'm doing.

But...

I have something you

won't be able to resist.

Are you ready?

- Epstein's? - Is there any

other cheesecake in the world?

Pass your plate.

Little bit of plum

brandy to wash it down.

Enjoy.

Good?

Mm.

Heaven.

What do you want?

Ineed exit papers.

- Trust me, you don't have to leave

the country. - It was your suggestion.

Well, if you've made

up your mind to do it,

- there are proper channels...

- They'll strip me of everything I have.

Do you know how much they'll let

me take out of the country? Do you?

Have you any idea?

Ten marks.

Ten marks to show for

everything I've ever worked for.

Now, if you pulled a few strings...

It's a bit... different now...

- If I could, I would.

- You're in the f***ing SS, for f***'s sake!

It's purely an honorary rank.

They like to have a few academics around

to give them a veneer of sophistication.

Put it like that, I'm a

purely honorary f***ing Jew!

Why don't you try telling

that to your comrades?

Jesus, you're f***ing incredible!

- This is hard for me, you know?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes