Schindler's List Page #23
SCHINDLER:
Thank you.
He kisses her on the mouth. The smiles on the faces around
them strain. Stern glances to heaven. Amon c*cks his head
like a confused dog. The kiss is broken, finally, and
Schindler smiles again with impunity.
SCHINDLER:
Thank them for me.
The girl backs away nodding anxiously; all she wants now is
out before someone -- her, Schindler, both of them -- gets
shot. Henry Rosner nudges Leo and they begin another song.
And the party tries to resume.
EXT. APPELLPLATZ - PLASZOW - DAWN
Were they not asleep in their barracks, the prisoners would
no doubt shudder at the sight: the clerks are setting up
their folding tables.
Other figures move around the parade ground in the murky
dawn light:
these raising a banner, those wheeling filingcabinets across the Appellplatz, this one wiring a phonograph,
that one saturating a pad with ink from a bottle.
Goldberg, Lord of Lists, moves from table to table handing
out carbons of lists and sharing morning pleasantries with
the clerks.
Some men in white appear like ghosts. A doctor's kid is
opened, a stethoscope removed. Another cleans the lenses of
his glasses. Someone sharpens a pencil.
A trainman waving a lantern guides an engineer who's slowly
backing an empty cattle car along the tracks. It couples to
another empty slatted car with a harsh clank.
EXT. APPELLPLATZ - PLASZOW - DAY
The needle of the phonograph is set down on a pocked 78. The
first scratchy note of a Strauss waltz blare from the camp
speakers.
EXT. BALCONY - GOETH'S VILLA - DAY
In his undershirt and shorts Goeth calmly smokes his first
cigarette of the morning as he listens to the music wafting
up from down below.
Down there on the Appellplatz, the entire population of the
camp has been concentrated, some fifteen thousand prisoners.
EXT. APPELLPLATZ - PLASZOW - DAY
Though the music and banners struggle to evoke a country
fair, the presence of the doctors belie it. A sorting out
process is going on here, the healthy from the unhealthy.
A physician wipes at his brow with his handkerchief as several
prisoners run back and forth, naked, before him. He makes
his selections quickly: this one into this line, that one
into that, and Goldberg moves them recording the names.
Other groups of people run naked in front of other doctors
and clerks. Notations are made and lines are formed. The sun
beats down and the music lies.
Some still pulling their clothes back on, the first wave of
the "unfit" is marched onto the platform. A guard slides
open the gate of a cattle car and this first unlucky group
climbs aboard.
EXT. APPELLPLATZ - PLASZOW - DAY
Behind the camouflage of other women prisoners, Mila
Pfefferberg rubs a beet against her cheeks in desperate hope
of adding a little color to her skin.
Amon Goeth, his shirtsleeves uncharacteristically rolled up,
chats with one of the doctors as another group strips.
Whether the topic is this Health Aktion or the unseasonable
weather is unclear, but he nods approvingly.
PFEFFERBERG (O.S.)
Commandant, sir.
Goeth glances up, finds Poldek among the group taking off
their clothes. Pfefferberg appeals to him with a look that
asks, Do I really have to go through this, and Goeth turns
to a clerk.
GOETH:
My mechanic.
Pfefferberg is motioned away from the others; he's okay, he
doesn't have to be put through this indignity. He calls out
to the Commandant again --
PFEFFERBERG:
What about my wife?
Goeth thinks about it a moment before he nods, Yeah, okay,
sure. A clerk accompanies Pfefferberg and, making a notation
on the way, finds Mila.
The sun is higher, the cattle cars hotter. Prisoners' arms
stretch out between the slats offering diamonds in exchange
for a sip of water.
The needle of the phonograph is set down on another record,
a children's song, "Mammi, kauf mir ein Pferdchen" (Mommy,
buy me a pony).
Children are yanked from the arms of their parents. Wailing
protests quickly escalate to brawls with the guards.
Revolvers and rifles aim at the sun and fire. Music, shots,
wails.
INT. BARRACKS - SAME TIME - DAY
Guards traipse through a deserted barracks peering up at the
rafters, pulling planks from the floor, upending cots, looking
for some children.
EXT. BARRACKS - SAME TIME - DAY
A small figure in red sprints across to another barracks,
past it, to a crude wooden structure beyond it.
INT. MEN'S LATRINES - SAME TIME - DAY
An arm held out to either side, the small girl lowers herself
into a pit into which men have defecated. She works her way
slowly down, trying to find knee and toeholds on the foul
walls, ignoring the flies invading her ears, her nostrils.
Reaching the surface of the muck she lets her feet submerge,
then her ankles, her shins, her knees, before finally
touching harder ground. As she struggles to slow her
breathing, her racing heart, she hears a hallucinatory murmur --
BOY'S VOICE
This is our place.
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