Schindler's List Page #15

EXT. STREET - DAWN

A truck thundering down the street obscures her for a moment.

Then she's moving past a pile of bodies, old people executed

in the street.

EXT. HILLTOP - DAWN

Schindler watches: she's so conspicuous, yet she keeps moving --

past crowds, past dogs, past trucks -- as though she were

invisible.

EXT. STREET - DAWN

Patients in white gowns, and doctors and nurses in white,

are herded out the doors of a convalescent hospital. The

small figure in red moves past them. Shots explode behind

her.

EXT. HILLTOP - DAWN

Short bursts of light flash throughout the ghetto like stars.

Schindler, fixated on the figure in red, loses sight of her

as she turns a corner.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAWN

She climbs the stairs. The building is empty. She steps inside

an apartment and moves through it. It's been ransacked. As

she crawls under the bed, the scene DRAINS of COLOR.

The gunfire outside sounds like firecrackers.

EXT. HILLTOP - NIGHT

NIGHT Silence. Schindler and Ingrid are gone.

Below, the ghetto lies like a void within the city, its

perimeter and interior clearly distinguishable by darkness.

Outside it, the lights of the rest of Cracow glimmer.

INT. D.E.F. FACTORY - NIGHT

Tables and tools and enamelware scrap. The metal presses and

lathes, still. The firing ovens, cold. The gauges at zero.

Against the wall of windows overlooking the empty factory

floor stands a figure, Schindler, in silhouette against the

glass, black against white, not moving, just staring down.

EXT. FOREST - PLASZOW - MORNING

Bloody wheelbarrows, stark against the tree line of a forest

above the completed forced labor camp, PLASZOW.

EXT. PLASZOW FORCED LABOR CAMP - MORNING

Names on lists. Names called out. Tight on faces.

Goldberg at one of several folding tables. The gangsterturned --

ghetto-cop is now the Lord of Lists inside Plaszow.

He and other listmakers call out names, accounting for those

thousands who survived the liquidation of the ghetto and now

stand before them in long straight rows.

INT. GOETH'S BEDROOM, PLASZOW - MORNING

Amon Goeth stirs, wakes, glances at the woman asleep beside

him. Hungover, he drags himself slowly out of bed.

EXT. GOETH'S BALCONY - MOMENTS LATER - MORNING

Goeth steps out onto the balcony in his undershirt and shorts

and peers out across the labor camp, his labor camp, his

kingdom. Satisfied with it, even amazed, he's reminiscent of

Schindler looking down on his kingdom, his factory, as he

loves to do, from his wall of glass.

Life is great. Goeth reaches for a rifle.

EXT. PLASZOW SAME TIME - MORNING

Workers loading quarry rock onto trolleys under Ukrainian

guard and a low morning sun. Every so often, one glances

with anticipation to the balcony of Goeth's "villa" -- which

is in fact nothing more than a two-story stone house perched

on a slight rise in the dry landscape.

EXT. GOETH'S BALCONY - CONTINUED - MORNING

The butt of the rifle against his shoulder, Goeth aims down

at the quarry -- at this worker, at that one --

indiscriminately, inscrutably. He fires a shot and a distant

figure falls.

INT. GOETH'S BEDROOM - SAME TIME - MORNING

The woman in bed groans at the echoing shot. She's used to

it but she still hates it; it's such an awful way to be woken.

MAJOLA:

(mutters)

Amon... Christ...

She buries her head under a pillow. Goeth reappears. He pads

to his bathroom, goes inside and urinates.

EXT. PLASZOW - DAY

Schindler's Mercedes winds through the camp, past warehouses

and workshops, trucks full of furs and furniture, work

details, barracks, guard blocks. A man standing alone wears

a sign around his neck -- "I am a potato thief."

EXT. GOETH'S VILLA - PLASZOW - DAY

The Mercedes pulls in next to some other nice cars parked on

a driveway made of tombstones from the Jewish cemetery.

EXT. PATIO, GOETH'S VILLA - DAY

A patio table set with crystal, china, silver. Goeth and

Hujar are there, in pressed SS uniforms, and two

industrialists, Bosch and Madritsch. One chair is empty.

HUJAR:

Your machinery will be moved and

installed by the SS at no cost to

you. You will pay no rent, no

maintenance --

Hujar glances off, interrupted by Schindler's arrival.

Although he's never been here, the industrialist comes in

like he owns the place. All but Goeth rise.

SCHINDLER:

No, no, come on, sit --

He works his way around the table, patting Bosch and Madritsch

on the back -- he knows them -- shaking Hujar's hand, who he

doesn't know. He reaches Goeth.

SCHINDLER:

How you doing?

Goeth takes a good long look at the handsomely dressed

entrepreneur and allows him to shake his hand.

GOETH:

We started without you.

SCHINDLER:

Good.

Schindler takes a seat, shakes a napkin onto his lap, nods

to the servant holding out a bottle of champagne to him.

SCHINDLER:

Please.

Goeth watches him. The others watch Goeth.

SCHINDLER:

I miss anything important?

HUJAR:

I was explaining to Mr. Bosch and

Mr. Madritsch some of the benefits

of moving their factories into

Plaszow.

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