Schindler's List Page #19

GOETH:

God damn it --

He slams the weapon across Levartov's face and the rabbi

slumps dazed to the floor. Looking up into Goeth's face, he

knows it's not over. As Goeth walks away --

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. BARRACKS - CONTINUED - NIGHT

Tight on Schindler, a pensive nod, then a shrug.

SCHINDLER:

The guy can turn out a hinge in less

than a minute? Why the long story?

INT. D.E.F. - DAY

Rabbi Levartov, brought over to D.E.F., works at a table

with several others. As Schindler strolls by, the rabbi dares

to speak --

LEVARTOV:

Thank you, sir.

Schindler has to think a moment before he can figure out who

the grateful man is.

SCHINDLER:

Oh, yeah. You're welcome.

EXT. PLASZOW - DAY

A dead chicken dangling from Hujar's hand, evidence of some

kind. Goeth slowly pacing before a work detail of twenty or

so men standing still, silent, in a row.

GOETH:

Nobody knows who stole the chicken.

A man walks around with a chicken,

nobody notices this.

No one confesses. Goeth nods, All right, takes a rifle from

a guard and shoots one of the workers at random. With this

added incentive, he waits for someone to tell him who stole

the chicken. No one does.

GOETH:

Still nobody knows.

He shrugs, Okay, points the rifle at another worker -- and a

boy of fourteen, shuddering and weeping, steps out of line.

GOETH:

There we go.

Goeth goes over to the boy, and, like a distant relative to

a small child, tries to get him to look at his face.

GOETH:

It was you? You committed this crime?

BOY:

No, sir.

GOETH:

You know who, though.

The boy nods, weeps, screams --

BOY:

Him!

He's pointing at the dead man. And Goeth astonishes the entire

assembly of workers and guards by believing the boy.

He returns the rifle to the guard and walks away. Hujar stares

after him, then knowingly at the boy.

EXT. PLASZOW - DAY

A truck being loaded with supplies. Schindler signs for it

and, appearing as rushed as he always does, returns the

clipboard to Stern.

SCHINDLER:

Yeah, sure, bring him over.

INT. D.E.F. - DAY

Schindler comes down the stairs with Klonowska. As they're

crossing through the factory --

BOY:

Thank you, sir.

SCHINDLER:

(distracted)

That's okay.

INT. MECHANICS' GARAGE - PLASZOW - DAY

A mechanic peering under the hood of Goeth's Adler. Leaning

in he accidentally knocks a wrench off the radiator into the

fan and there's an awful clatter before the engine dies. The

mechanic glances up horrified.

EXT. GOETH'S VILLA - DAY

As servants hoist a heavy, elaborately tooled saddle from

Schindler's trunk - a gift for Goeth -- Schindler sees Stern

coming toward him and glances skyward long-sufferingly.

INT. D.E.F. - DAY

The mechanic, making adjustments to a metal press, glances

up as Schindler moves past.

MECHANIC:

Thank --

SCHINDLER:

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

EXT. D.E.F. FACTORY - DAY

Across the street stands a nervous young woman in a faded

dress. She seems to be trying to summon the courage to cross

over and onto the factory grounds.

INT. D.E.F. FACTORY - DAY

Just inside the factory, she waits as a guard telephones

Schindler's office. She can see the wall of windows from

where she's standing, and Schindler himself as he appears at

it, phone to his ear. He glances down at her disapprovingly

and the guard hangs up.

GUARD:

He won't see you.

INT. APARTMENT - CRACOW - DAY

The woman alone in a dismal room pulling on nylon stockings.

At a mirror, she applies make-up. She slips into a provocative

dress. Puts on heels. A Parisian hat. And looks in the mirror.

INT. D.E.F. - DAY

Schindler waits for her on the landing of the stairs. He

doesn't recognize her, but smiles to counter the unfortunately

possibility she's some old girlfriend he's forgotten. Reaching

him, she offers her hand.

SCHINDLER:

Miss Krause.

MISS KRAUSE:

How do you do?

He can tell now she doesn't know him. He seems relieved. He

leads her past Klonowska's desk and into his office.

INT. SCHINDLER'S OFFICE - DAY

He arranges a chair for her, goes to his liquor cabinet.

SCHINDLER:

Pernod? Cognac?

MISS KRAUSE:

No, thank you.

He pours himself a drink, warms it in his hands, smiles,

clearly take with her.

SCHINDLER:

So.

The grace with which she's carried herself up to this point

seems to evaporate as she struggles to find the words she

wants.

MISS KRAUSE:

They say that no one dies here. They

say your factory is a haven. They

say you are good.

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