Bau: Artist at w*r (2024)

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(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOOTS MARCHING)

(b*mb WHISTLING, EXPLODING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Right there.

(DOOR HANDLE RATTLES)

(BUZZER BLARES)

(DOOR HANDLE RATTLES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(DOOR OPENING)

(PASSERBY GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

(BRIEFCASE SETTING DOWN)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(CONTINUES KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MICHAEL: Mr. Bau, is that you?

I'm not here. Go away!

MICHAEL: Please,

I... I must speak with you.

Uh, my name

is Michael Wancowski.

I'm the attorney representing

the Plaszow prisoners.

JOSEPH: What's it this time?

Are you going to sue

for an apology

from the n*zi Party?

Or maybe for back wages for time

spent working in camps?

No, I'm suing for justice.

A trial has been scheduled

against Franz Gruen.

And we want,

we need, you to testify.

This man

has been acquitted twice,

and he will always be acquitted.

There is no proof

of the charges against him.

And it doesn't matter if one

or a thousand of his victims

comes forward, all he has to do

is smile and say,

"Oh, it must have been

somebody else. It wasn't me."

"It was that other

mass-murdering n*zi."

And he's free.

I promise you,

this time will be different.

How can you promise me that?

You don't know who I am?

Of course I know who you are,

another attorney,

who likes to milk his clients

for all they're worth.

And at the end of a case,

nobody wins but you.

So, good day!

MICHAEL: Okay, but Mr. Bau,

Mr. Bau, please.

This is our chance.

Okay, here is how this will go.

When I say "stop," you stop.

And when I say "go," you go.

You have my word.

JOSEPH: Now go.

MICHAEL:

Fear never stopped you before.

(SIGHS, SNIFFS)

(SMACKS LIPS)

Would you like some tea?

MICHAEL: Please.

(WATER RUNNING)

(WATER POURING)

JOSEPH: Would you mind, um,

turning off the faucet for me?

Sure.

Ah. (CHUCKLES)

I've heard it said that art

is a reflection of the soul.

Ah.

Art critic and an attorney?

Now, I'm really thrilled.

Is this, um...

JOSEPH: Um.

Did you come here to stare

at my walls or to talk to me?

(EXHALES, CHUCKLES)

Yes. Well, uh...

Do you mind if I record you?

Have at it. (GROANS)

This will take the place of me

having to appear in Vienna, huh?

Well, having you in person

would be much more convincing.

This is testimony

of Mr. Joseph Bau.

The State versus former SS Guard

Franz Gruen, October 1971.

Now... Is that all right?

Yes, very creative.

MICHAEL: Thank you.

So, uh, your first encounter

with SS Guard Franz Gruen

was in the Plaszow Camp.

So tell me....

No. It was in my later days

at the ghetto,

uh, when he was just a soldier

in the n*zi army.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

WOMAN: (IN POLISH)

(VEHICLES APPROACHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(IN GERMAN)

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR HONKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BABY CRYING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(IN GERMAN)

I do not speak German, um...

I'm on my way

to the administration offices.

Get to your feet!

(FINGERS SNAPPING)

JOSEPH: I'm on my way--

Show me your Kennkarte.

Uh, perhaps you could take it up

with your, um, Untersturmfhrer?

I can what?

You can kiss my a*s,

you piece of sh*t!

(g*nf*re)

As you like. (KISSES)

Mm. (SMACKS LIPS)

You didn't.

Is this my deposition or yours?

Yours.

I kissed him, on the cheek.

MICHAEL: Uh-huh.

And ran.

(SOLDIERS LAUGH)

(BYSTANDERS SCREAM)

JOSEPH: Whoa. Sorry, so sorry.

(EXCLAIMS)

Your hat!

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(IN HEBREW)

(PANTS)

NATHANIEL: Joseph...

(GRUNTS)

they stopped me.

(PANTS)

I thought I was a dead man.

You look alive to me, my friend.

Do you have the IDs?

(PANTS, CHUCKLES)

Well done.

Excellent work, thank you.

No, no, no, no, no.

Thank you.

For letting me do this.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

It's healing nicely.

My dear,

why do your waste your time

on someone like me?

If a gentleman

is attractive enough,

it is never a waste

of a lady's time. (CHUCKLES)

Now, you stay off that foot.

Yeah.

And away from trouble.

You keep that hat.

Looks gorgeous on you.

(SIGHS)

(BABY CRYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BYSTANDER: Shalom, Joseph.

(CHANTING IN HEBREW)

Mama.

Shabbat Shalom, Joseph.

ABRAHAM: You're late.

You aren't still forging IDs,

are you?

Joseph, I've told you--

CYLA: Hey.

What kind of Shabbat blessing

is that, Abraham?

No, Papa. Just maps.

You can't get into trouble

for that. Not yet.

Anything you do

for the Resistance

can get you in trouble.

Already, half the ghetto

has been deported to work camps.

Stop being such a coward,

Abraham.

Anything this boy can do

to help our people fight back,

you should be proud of him.

This is a family matter.

We may be forced to live

in this small room together,

but you are not family.

You think you are a hero.

As if you should be complemented

for being courageous.

But actually, all you are doing

is risking your life,

and the lives of your family.

I'm just trying

to give people hope.

Exactly how will you do that?

By reminding people that

there are some things

that they can't take from us.

Laughter, joy, our spirits.

And we are not helpless.

These are just men with g*ns.

Just?

Stop persecuting him, Abraham.

We have Nazis for that.

(EXHALES)

Forgive me for thinking

it's important we keep believing

there's more beyond all this.

(CYLA CHUCKLES)

You have any new movies

to show us?

(BOTH GIGGLE)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

ABRAHAM: No!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Burn it!

These drawings will be

a death sentence for us all!

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Your fear

is their greatest weapon.

It's the first weapon

that we need to take from them.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I just want you to know,

I'm very proud of you.

I don't think anyone,

even your father,

could damage your optimism.

Thankfully.

Because hope is in high demand

these days. Hmm?

(KISSES)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SNORING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(ENGINES RUMBLING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Wake up! Trucks are coming!

Trucks are coming, wake up.

Hurry! Hey!

(ALL CLAMORING)

And what, we should outrun them?

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(AUTOMATIC g*nf*re)

(RESIDENTS SCREAMING)

Joseph, do what they say.

Do not give them

a reason to harm us.

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

(RESIDENTS SCREAMING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Hey.

(SOLDIER GRUNTS)

(BELL TOLLING)

(OFFICER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(PRISONERS GRUNTING)

(REBECCA GRUNTING, PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

You pick up the smaller one.

I'll pick up the larger.

(GRUNTS)

ANIA: This is all the bread

I can get today.

Ania, stop.

Everyone is starving.

But, we are all we have left.

I have to do what I can.

Mama would have done the same.

You know that, little brother.

Thank you. What's your name?

My name is Aleksy. And you are?

Joseph.

How did you land

in this lap of misery?

Forgive the obvious,

but you don't exactly blend in.

My father was the wrong color.

Well, how dare he?

(CHUCKLES)

(SOBS INTENSELY)

She's my mom! (SOBS)

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

And what do we have here?

He says it's his mother's grave.

(PRISONER SOBS)

Hmm. Sad.

(g*nsh*t)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(IN GERMAN)

Prisoner number 69084!

You are wanted

by the Kommandant.

Follow me

to the administration office.

That way.

Name?

Uh. Joseph Bau.

Glad to make your acquaintance.

(g*nsh*t)

(HEAVY THUD)

(IN HEBREW)

Mietek, get in here! Schnell!

Best to keep your eyes down.

He doesn't usually k*ll twice

in the same hour.

(CLOCK TICKING)

I can't believe it.

Such a tragedy.

The carpet is ruined.

(CIGARETTE CRACKLING)

Why are you here?

Your new mapmaker, Kommandant.

Hmm. Is that what you are?

JOSEPH: Well, uh...

I have a degree

from the Academy

of Fine Arts in Krakow, uh,

I'm skilled in cartography,

Gothic lettering, drafting--

Hmm.

Gothic lettering?

JOSEPH: Yes, gothic lettering.

That was actually my specialty.

Then you could be of service.

How fortunate. (CHUCKLES)

For you.

Mietek, get me a new carpet.

And a manicurist that knows

how to cut some damn cuticles.

Yes, sir.

(g*nsh*t AND SHOUTING

IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR CLOSING)

MIETEK: Are you all right?

How do you do this?

I try to focus on each moment

as if it's my last.

How does that help you?

(g*nsh*t IN DISTANCE)

(GASPS) Oh!

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(JOSEPH EXHALES)

You really pull some strings.

I wanted to make sure

you had all you needed,

to keep you alive.

Time to put your special

ID forgery talents to good use.

We have an office

where you can work your magic.

Wow. These are brand new.

MIETEK: They are. The best.

(EXCLAIMS)

(MIETEK CHUCKLES)

Nathaniel!

(NATHANIEL CHUCKLES)

This is my brother,

Itzhak Stern.

I told him of your involvement

in the Resistance.

He wanted to meet you.

He's Oskar Schindler's

accountant.

Privilege to meet you.

Who is Oskar Schindler?

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

I'll let you two talk.

Need to get back to my work

before the guards

come looking for me.

Mind if I join you?

Well I certainly hope

this office meets

my extravagant standards.

I can only do sl*ve labor

for psychopathic monsters

in, uh, a place

of absolute luxury.

(MIETEK CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JOSEPH WHISTLES)

Whoa.

Ah, I already see

that I'm going

to have complaints.

I mean, where's my girl?

No fan? No grapes?

I don't know.

Yeah, I may just have to

take it up with the little guy

with the funny moustache

and the tiniest pee-pee

in the known universe.

Yeah, yeah, he holds the record.

If we do our work,

maybe we can survive

this madness

and tell our story.

And the world needs to know.

(JOSEPH INHALES DEEPLY,

EXHALES HEAVILY)

Is it possible

to change my seat?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(IN HEBREW)

(BELL TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Look what I got here.

I made that for the Kommandant.

I show it to him before he goes

to bed every night.

(ALEKSY CHUCKLING)

JOSEPH: He likes that

and a glass of warm milk.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Better make a copy

for the Fuhrer,

or he too will be jealous.

JOSEPH: He may be.

(GROUP CHUCKLES)

All right, all right,

give it to me

before you get us all k*lled.

And the Kommandant,

sometimes he can't go to sleep

at night. So, I help him.

If he's not listening to me

or disobeying, I have no choice.

I bend him over his office desk

and I give him

a nice, good spanking.

(ALL LAUGHING)

And then boom, lights out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)

And we are where?

We are here, sir.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

But in a certain sense,

where are any of us, really?

Nietzsche.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GROWLS)

It's time

for your manicure, sir.

GOETH: Yeah, thank God.

Your reports as requested, sir.

(DOG GROWLS, BARKS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOG GROWLS)

(AIR RAID SIREN BLARING)

(NEARBY expl*si*n)

(RUMBLING)

It's just a drill, right?

JOSEPH: Yes, it's a test.

It's a test to see

if a building explodes

when you drop a m*ssile on it.

(NEARBY expl*si*n)

(RUMBLING)

(AIR-RAID SIREN

CONTINUES BLARING)

Come on.

Where-- where are we going?

The closest shelter. Not far.

Just stay calm.

(NEARBY expl*si*n)

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(NEARBY expl*si*n)

(RESIDENTS SCREAM)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING, ECHOING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Are you okay?

(SIGHS)

Sometimes I feel like my mind

can't tell the difference

between... (SIGHS SHARPLY)

...memories and reality.

I know what you mean.

The good news

is I'll die soon, so...

(CHUCKLES)

...you know, never get old.

You're Austrian, huh?

Yeah.

Why does an Austrian,

such as yourself,

care about us Jews, huh?

(DISTANT WEAPON FIRE)

Well, there's something

I should tell you.

(NEARBY expl*si*n)

(RESIDENTS SCREAM)

(RESIDENTS CLAMORING)

(ALARM BLARES)

(ANNOUNCER OVER SPEAKER)

Attention, you can now exit

the b*mb shelter.

Alive?

MICHAEL: Yes, yes.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING IN HEBREW)

all good things

must come to an end.

We're done here.

But, I have more to ask--

Goodbye, Michael.

For what it's worth, I like you.

You've got some brains

with a side of ba*ls.

Good luck with your case.

(JOSEPH GROANS SOFTLY)

(GROANS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

I want a map

of the men's barracks, 52 to 57.

Three copies by tonight.

Uh. But there's no sun.

I need it for the emulsion

to harden.

Perhaps I should find

a new mapmaker?

JOSEPH: No. Absolutely not.

You've already found

the finest mapmaker in the land.

Heh, I might even make four.

Hmm. Get to it.

(SIGHS)

If you nick me...

you're a dead woman.

Yes, Kommandant.

Slower.

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

JOSEPH: You're scary, huh?

You are such a pain in my a*s.

(GRUNTS)

All right. Okay. All right.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

How does this work?

Well, I am waiting

for the sunshine to come out.

Without the sun's rays,

the emulsion won't harden.

And Goeth wants three copies

by evening, naturally.

Looks like you might

have a problem.

Maybe you can be my sunshine?

SOLDIER: What are you doing?

I'm Joseph, by the way.

Hey,

back to the woman's barracks.

Eyes back on your work!

Mapmaker!

A regular Paganini.

Okay, now I'm going

to close my eyes,

and see the future I want.

Oh, no. I'm only seeing black.

Okay.

Oh, no, no, no, not the rabbit.

I was thinking rabbi!

The spirits can't spell.

(GROUP CHUCKLES)

Joseph,

will you make one for me?

Well, obviously,

you're not a Jew.

So, what's your offense?

Let's just say that...

they don't approve

of who I choose to love.

What would you like

your card to be?

I was studying

to be an architect.

Then an architect it is.

(PENCIL SCRIBBLING)

GOETH: Hmm.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

See what you can do

when properly incentivized?

All it takes

is a little Aryan push.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Kommandant.

GOETH: Hmm.

Our new mapmaker

is proving to be

far more industrious

than the previous one.

This Jew here...

this Jew is far more

than just a mapmaker.

He is also a very,

very funny fellow.

We're done.

Thank you, sir.

Listen to me carefully.

That funny little Jew

is proving to be quite useful.

So, if you intend

on disposing of him,

you'd better have

someone equally as talented

to replace him.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

I only have a moment. (PANTS)

I spoke with Joseph.

Good.

(SIGHS) He worries me, Itzhak.

He's soft.

He can do the work.

And my brother vouches for him.

That's all I need.

Itzhak...

Listen to me.

Don't mistake soft for weak.

(REBECCA SIGHS)

He's determined.

And he's a genius.

He's eccentric, yes,

but he's an artist.

(SIGHS)

Don't worry about him.

Give him a chance.

(BELL TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Papa.

(COUGHING)

Hey.

You have to eat. Come on.

(ABRAHAM GROANS)

Come on, you stubborn ox.

Come on.

Hey.

I have a plan, Papa.

There are ways

to get out of here.

I'm going to get you,

and put you--

(SPEAKS POLISH)

(SNIFFS) Don't you see?

There is no leaving.

None of us will ever escape.

You run around here

handing out false hope,

but the truth is,

all that is left is pain.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS)

Life in here

is like a chess game.

Except every move is checkmate.

(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(PRISONERS MUTTERING)

SOLDIER:

(SOLDIER CONTINUES SHOUTING

IN GERMAN)

I got you.

Thank you.

Come on.

Thank you, son.

JOSEPH: Okay, okay.

(ABRAHAM GROANS)

Okay.

(PANTS, GROANS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ABRAHAM GRUNTS FAINTLY)

This man is done.

No, please! He's just tired!

He's a strong man, he can work.

Mm, the mapmaker, hmm?

The Kommandant

was just advising me

to take the very best

care of you.

Your father?

Hmm. I see the resemblance.

Why don't you help your father

and pull up his shirt

for me. Hmm?

JOSEPH: No, please.

Whip me instead!

You want me to whip you instead?

I beg of you, please whip me!

Well, since you insist.

No, no. Son!

(JOSEPH GRUNTS,

BREATHES HEAVILY)

Don't worry, I won't touch

your precious hands.

Count in German!

Eins!

Zwei!

(WHIP CRACKING)

JOSEPH: Drei!

GRUEN: Again!

(WHIP CRACKING)

(JOSEPH GROANING)

(WHIP CRACKING)

GRUEN: Start again!

(WHIP CRACKING)

(GRUEN GRUNTS)

(JOSEPH GROANS)

Herr Kommandant,

I hesitate to even mention this,

but, um...

Yes?

Your mapmaker is currently

being beaten out in the yard.

And I fear we may have

some trouble finding a, uh...

suitable replacement.

(SCREAMS)

GRUEN: Nothing funny to say?

Huh? Tell us a joke,

why don't you.

(GROANS)

GRUEN: I'm sorry. What?

(LAUGHS)

(WHIP CRACKING)

So go deal with it.

Right away, Herr Kommandant.

Schnell!

(ABRAHAM WAILS)

See, you're finally starting

to make me laugh!

(JOSEPH GROANS)

Herr Gruen, the Kommandant

would like to see you

immediately.

GRUEN: Yeah, when I'm done.

No, no! He-- he asks

that you come immediately.

I said when I'm done!

Of course. (BREATHES HEAVILY)

I'll notify the Kommandant.

This isn't finished.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Hello?

(JOSEPH CHUCKLES FAINTLY,

BREATHES SHAKILY)

(GRUNTS) Thank you.

How did you...

My sister works in

the Kommandant's kitchen.

Oh, a chef!

I imagine she turned down

many job offers

at high-end,

fine dining establishments

for this job, huh? Mm, I mean,

who would want to work

anywhere else?

We're also the best

to cook for, you know,

because no matter

what you make us,

it's always the best thing

we've ever had in our lives.

I'm Joseph, by the way.

Michal.

JOSEPH: Hmm.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

(GRUNTS)

(PENCIL SCRIBBLING)

(TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLING)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(BLOWS)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

How are you?

Not so bad.

It only hurts when I'm awake.

Thank you. For stopping it.

I'm sorry it wasn't sooner.

Um. A new shirt for you.

It's funny,

this is all I can draw now.

This heavenly experience.

Yes, but-- but side-projects

like this put you in danger.

And people are counting

on you now, to help them.

(GROANS) You see, there are only

so many maps to be made.

So, I mentioned

to the Kommandant,

the deteriorating conditions

of the camp signage

and how other camps

have much bigger, better signs.

He ordered me straight to work.

I, uh...

hope you guys

aren't sick of me yet.

Because we're back in business.

(GROANS)

Itzhak!

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISTLING)

(DOG GROWLS)

JOSEPH: (WHISPERING)

Our little secret.

Yes.

(GROWLS SOFTLY)

(GROWLS, BARKS)

(BARKING)

JOSEPH: Bad dog.

(GROWLS)

(BARKS)

(GROWLS, WHIMPERS)

Ah, it's just a thank you,

for being my sunshine.

Meshuga. (EXHALES)

That was a stupid thing to do.

Strong words

coming from a bread thief.

Did you know that "Rebecca"

means "captivating?"

(SIGHS) Well, I am c*ptive.

You will always be

captivating to me.

They couldn't cage you

if they tried.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(PATRIOTIC GERMAN MUSIC PLAYING)

ALL: Prost!

(SMACKS LIPS)

Oskar, that's so good.

So, you want some more

of my prisoners?

Correct me if I am wrong,

but are you not already

at capacity?

I mean, how many of these people

does it take

to make these pots and pans?

(CHUCKLING)

You'd be surprised, Kommandant.

This demand for new mess kits

is sky high.

GOETH: Hmm.

Hmm.

And we need more workers

to meet it.

And of course,

I would remain grateful.

(CHUCKLES, SNIFFS)

This man loves his wine,

his women,

but most importantly,

the Fatherland.

ALL: The Fatherland!

GOETH: Ja.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LAUGHTER)

Hello.

Hi.

Don't forget your food.

Ania.

What would my barracks

do without you?

Thank you.

GOETH: (SHOUTING)

Where is our food? (CHUCKLES)

Go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER

AND LAUGHTER)

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

(YELPS)

You burned me,

you carless b*tch!

(BOWL SHATTERING)

(CUTLERY CLATTERING)

(BOWL SHATTERS)

(GASPS)

I'm so sorry, sir,

I didn't mean to--

I'll get a cloth.

Go.

No.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS)

My apologies about that.

Amon, she's just a servant.

I'm sure

she did not intend to...

GOETH: No, no, no, Oskar,

one only gets so many chances.

(SCREAMS)

(SOBBING)

(HEAVY THUD)

Mm-hmm.

No!

(GRUNTS)

(HEAVY THUDS)

(SOBS)

(HEAVY THUDS CONTINUE)

(GRUNTS)

(REBECCA SOBS)

You must try the sauerkraut.

My loyal Gruen.

Why don't you go

clean yourself up?

Danke.

Oh!

I had a thought.

I want your opinion

on something.

Mapmaker!

(FINGERS SNAPPING)

Where are my posters?

What do you think

about putting up a dozen

of these around

your Emalia factory?

They are very...

striking.

Oh, the typhus. Was my idea.

It's a very under-reported

but significant element

of the Jewish problem.

Hmm.

Striking and informative. Bravo.

I can guarantee five dozen

of these works of art

to be exhibited at Emalia

if you can guarantee my workers.

Oskar,

you drive a very hard bargain.

(CHUCKLES)

Are you sure

you're not half Jew?

(LAUGHS)

Five dozen. Danke.

Please, sit.

OSKAR: So, the opera tonight.

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

You couldn't have saved her.

You don't know that. (GASPS)

We should have fought back.

I should have k*lled that man.

Even if you had k*lled him,

you would have never made it out

of that house alive.

I want you to live.

I need you to.

Why? Huh?

(BELL TOLLING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(MAN SNORING)

(CHANTING IN HEBREW)

GROUP: Amen.

(BELL TOLLING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SOBS)

(WOMEN MUTTERING)

He's going to do it.

He's got that look in his eyes.

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

(REBECCA GASPS)

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOBS)

(WHISTLING TUNE)

That should do it. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS) Hey.

Would you do me a favor

and just hold this for me?

There we go.

Thank you. Okay.

(WHISTLING TUNE)

That's a good idea,

use your foot instead. There.

What is he doing?

JOSEPH: Thank you again

for that bread the other night.

After the whipping...

the pain was unbearable.

But you know what they say,

time is the best doctor.

Of course, I always say,

how can he be such a good doctor

when he kills

all of his patients?

(SOBS)

JOSEPH:

Well, that's not entirely true,

sometimes he tortures

and gives them diarrhea.

Has Nazis whip our asses

into Swiss cheese.

No laugh

at the Swiss cheese, huh?

Oh, now I see.

You don't want them

to waste the b*llet on you.

That's very considerate, Michal.

They k*lled my sister over soup!

I know.

I was there.

And I'm sorry.

(SOBS)

Now, imagine.

If that fence wasn't there,

where would you go?

What would you do?

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNIFFLES, SOBS)

Would you be a baker?

No!

You give away your bread.

(CLICKS TONGUE) You'd go broke.

Or maybe, hmm...

A pole vaulter?

I don't know.

If you could do that,

you would have cleared

the fence a long time ago.

No.

(SOBS)

Or maybe... (SNIFFS)

...it's something else.

What do you want,

more than anything?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Revenge.

JOSEPH: Wow, revenge!

Now there's

a worthwhile pursuit.

But... why don't we call it

justice?

If you want justice...

you're going to have to survive.

And once we get out of here,

I'll make your first

business cards free of charge.

Although tips in bread

are always appreciated.

Don't let them win, Michal.

Don't let them win.

Can I see a smile?

There it is.

Who is he?

His name is Joseph.

You are a gift from God.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Nonsense.

I am just happy to be of use.

(WOMAN MOANS SOFTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Third down, on the right.

WOMAN: Oh, good. (MOANS SOFTLY)

(ROMANTIC QUIRKY MUSIC PLAYING)

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)

Oh, may I be next?

(REBECCA GASPS)

What are you doing here?

If they catch you here,

they'll k*ll you.

But I'm in disguise.

What, you don't think

I can pass for a woman?

Too handsome?

(SIGHS) That is not the point.

I'm sorry, I had to see you.

Please. I'm already here.

Give me just five minutes,

please.

I'll massage your feet.

(CHUCKLES)

My feet?

Are you out of your mind?

Yes!

(GROUP GIGGLES)

If not for me,

then for your arches, huh?

(SIGHS)

Five minutes.

We'll see how enamored

you are with me,

after you take off my shoes.

(JOSEPH BREATHES DEEPLY)

This is going to take

a lot longer than five minutes.

Oh!

No. I'm just kid-- Ah! Hey.

They're beautiful.

(LAUGHS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

REBECCA: You really are crazy.

(SNIFFS)

I saw what you did.

You saved Michal's life.

All I did was show

a confused boy a drawing.

It was much more than that.

Please, you're distracting me

from my work.

I only have

a few minutes left, huh?

(GIGGLES)

Tell me your story.

I want to know you,

I want to know everything

about you.

Everything?

You only have four minutes left.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Well...

actually...

I'm a nurse.

Or I was one in the ghetto.

Now all I do is nails.

No, you do much more than that.

I see you.

You take care of everybody.

I do what I can

with what I have.

But who takes care of you?

Time's up.

Next time.

(WOMEN GIGGLE)

(ALL LAUGH)

(BELL TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Mama! How are you?

Still here. How is your father?

JOSEPH: Still Father.

Mama, I've met a woman!

The most wonderful woman!

Only you, Joseph could find

something like that

in a place like this. (CHUCKLES)

Move it along.

(CUTLERY CLATTERING)

JOSEPH: Hey.

Thank you.

For Rebecca.

(ROMANTIC QUIRKY MUSIC PLAYING)

(DYTA WHISTLES)

A date? In here? (LAUGHS)

Are you going to go?

(SIGHS) I don't know.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I've nothing to wear.

(CHUCKLES)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

SOLDIER: (IN GERMAN)

(JOSEPH SIGHS)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

Excellent.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(ITZHAK CLEARS THROAT)

(CHUCKLES)

Afternoon, Mietek.

Good afternoon, sir.

Careful there. Precious cargo.

He will be back soon.

Itzhak.

Oskar, have you met Mr. Bau?

OSKAR: Not formally.

Oskar Schindler.

Very familiar with your work.

Yes.

But have you seen his latest?

Ah.

Excellent.

You have all the makings

of a master criminal, Mr. Bau.

Have you heard?

They want to shut down Emalia.

They're closing all factories

that don't contribute

to the w*r effort.

Yeah. Who needs enamelware

anyway, hmm?

Restaurants without customers?

Munitions,

that's where the gold is.

A booming business.

I'm scouting in Czechoslovakia.

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

(OSKAR CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS)

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

So, my friend,

what do we have today?

OSKAR: Oh, nothing much.

A few bottles

of Chteau Lafite Rothschild

and some beluga caviar

from the Adriatic.

My favorite, Oskar. (CHUCKLES)

You never cease to amaze me.

Two glasses, schnell. Come.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Who is this Oskar Schindler?

How can you trust him?

The man has saved

hundreds of our people.

He's convinced the Nazis

to use us as free labor

in his factory.

Everybody wins. Nobody dies.

I make a list

of prisoners for Schindler.

He asks Goeth

to re-assign them as workers.

(SHUSHES) Let's just say,

God has given us a goy messiah.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CORK POPS)

JOSEPH: If Schindler

gets his workers for his factory

with Goeth's approval,

what's with all the forgeries

I'm creating?

There's danger

in knowing too much.

Oh, well, I'd hate to be

in danger.

The Resistance

is quite creative.

The system with Oskar

is just part of the plan.

Weekly, Goeth signs off

on a separate list

of prisoners to be ex*cuted.

Our inside man

who works closely to Goeth

provides us a copy

of this list.

The execution list

from the inside man

is given to Goeth's prost*tute.

WOMAN: Oh!

MIETEK: She gets the list

to the gardener.

The gardener passes the list

to a Resistance member

in the Krakow morgue.

He then finds IDs

from recently deceased

non-Jewish families

that can be forged to match

the names on the list.

He gets those IDs

back to the gardener, who then--

Hands them to me.

I get them to you,

and you work your magic.

MIETEK:

And then they're smuggled out

before they are ex*cuted.

So, this inside man

whose copying this list

from inside Goeth's villa

must be very good.

She certainly is.

Goeth keeps a copy of the list

sitting on his desk

in the same spot every week.

He likes to review it,

as he has his nails done.

But-- No!

If he ever saw her doing this...

Everyone puts their life

on the line

for the greater cause.

(g*nshots)

It's time we go. Come.

(SOLDIER LAUGHING)

(BELL TOLLING)

So, tell us, what's it like

in the administration building?

Oh, it's rough boys.

It's not all caviar

and foie gras.

We also have lobster pt.

That's only on Wednesdays.

No!

Yeah.

Who do these sauerkraut

servants think they are, huh?

(ALL LAUGH)

(JOSEPH GRUNTS)

One has to watch

these Nazis like a hawk.

I'm not sure what it is

about them yet,

but I don't believe

they can entirely be trusted!

(LAUGHS)

(IN GERMAN)

talk to you like that?

Oh, the talking down I'm going

to give that man later.

Nathaniel,

he's going to be so scared,

his ba*ls are going to be

in his throat.

He's going to have

three Adam's apples, a bushel.

I'll do it later in private.

I find that when I publicly

humiliate this one,

he starts to think

we're in a relationship.

And I'm just not ready

for that kind of commitment.

(ALL LAUGH)

So, you know him, then?

I do. (SNIFFS) He's Franz Gruen.

You stay away from him.

(MEN SNORING)

(DOOR RATTLING)

(IN GERMAN)

Come on!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

Get in there!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(PIPES RUMBLING)

(GENTLE ORCHESTRA MUSIC PLAYING)

(OPERA SINGER SINGING IN GERMAN)

(INAUDIBLE)

(OPERA SINGER CONTINUES SINGING)

(PIPES RATTLING)

(MEN SCREAM)

always complaining!

Do your friends

find you funny now? Hot?

(MEN SCREAM)

(IN GERMAN)

why they're doing this?

I don't think

they need a reason.

Next time, we'll vacation

in the tropics, okay?

(LAUGHS)

(OPERA SINGER CONTINUES SINGING)

I've always told you

to play by the rules,

but look where

this has brought us.

I should have seen this coming.

I should have protected you.

I'm your father, it's my job

to pr-- Protect you.

Papa, you were trying

to protect your family.

I am the one

who should be sorry.

(CONTINUES SINGING)

You've always played

by your own rules, Joseph.

And I think that has frightened

me for a long time.

But it doesn't anymore.

And I am so, so proud of you.

(CONTINUES SINGING)

(APPLAUSE)

Bravo!

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(DOG HOWLING)

(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUMBLING)

(g*nf*re IN DISTANCE)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

I thought you'd stood me up.

I would never.

You were in the barracks,

the one they kept out all night.

I heard about it. (KISSES)

(JOSEPH SIGHS)

I'm sorry to postpone our date.

I really don't like being cold.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You're warm now, yes?

Yeah, definitely getting warmer.

I should go.

JOSEPH: Wait.

(SIGHS)

ITZHAK: (CLEARS THROAT)

Joseph...

Do you have those maps

for the Kommandant?

(PANTS)

(PANTS)

(SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN)

Why were you torturing

my mapmaker?

You forced him to stay

in the cold overnight.

Are you that stupid?

What if you had k*lled him?

How am I supposed to build

a work camp without maps?

He was disrespecting me.

You dare speak back to me?

I don't care what he was doing.

Don't forget your place here.

I picked you up

from the gutter,

when you were

just a lowly boxer,

getting beaten for a living!

Now, you get to do the beating.

When I say so.

Do you understand?

Nod, you stupid boy.

What's that?

On your cheek?

Are you crying?

(LAUGHING) Pathetic!

Stop crying!

Leave.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BELL TOLLING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

Looks like you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Give that to me.

ABRAHAM: No.

This is mine. I drew this.

No?

Herr Gruen! That's a lie,

you know this is my work.

A lying Jew? Hmm. (TUT-TUTS)

If he says it's his drawing,

then I believe him.

So...

It's your drawing?

ABRAHAM: Yes.

JOSEPH: Papa, please!

Shh.

You swear on it?

Yes, I swear on it.

Well...

I'm very sorry about this.

(g*n c*ck)

(LOUD THUD)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Papa. (SOBS) Papa.

(SNIFFLES) Mama...

It's all my fault.

(SOBS)

The very thing he begged me

not to do over and over

is how I k*lled him.

(CYLA SOBS)

I never should have...

You know you did not do this.

You did not k*ll him.

You don't bear

any of these sins. No.

(SOBBING) There is no logic

in why anything happens anymore.

Dear, dear God,

why have you done this to us?

(SOBS)

(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

There is something

you need to see.

Liquidation?

The entire camp.

But it is not confirmed.

And so far,

it's just a recommendation.

Oskar knows?

Yes.

Yeah?

(DOOR HANDLE RATTLING)

You.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

"Making the world

a purer... place."

It should be race.

"Making the world

a purer... race"!

(SHOUTING) No?

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Yes, Herr.

You're right,

"a purer race" is much better.

I'll fix it immediately.

Did I say that you can go?

(CLOCK TICKING)

I could k*ll you right now,

sit down and finish my tea,

and nobody would even care.

The usual, Kommandant?

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Today...

is your lucky day.

(TELEPHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Out!

Ja, what?

In two weeks, the whole camp?

And how do you suggest

I do that?

It's impossible.

(BELL TOLLING)

He's there.

That way.

I'm sorry about your father.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

JOSEPH: All I can think is,

I can't lose you, too.

This nightmare...

I don't know how to stop it.

REBECCA: But you do.

You do.

You...

You are the magician.

Dream-maker.

The one we all look to for hope.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Whenever a heart has gone cold,

you have brought it

back to life.

I know because...

you did it for me.

Don't let them

take that from you.

What if it's already gone?

What if it was never

real to begin with,

and I was just fooling myself?

Well, you fooled me, too.

So, keep pretending.

In here, we are free.

You taught me that.

(GENTLE VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)

Do you hear that?

Are those violins?

Shall we dance?

(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES)

Four? You said three!

No. I changed my mind.

It's now four.

(SIGHS) It's a good thing

I hate eating.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING)

Rebecca Tennenbaum.

However long forever is,

share it with me.

(LAUGHS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS, GIGGLES)

I still think

you're a crazy person.

Warn me if that ever changes.

(LAUGHS)

I'm afraid it's going

to be a very short engagement.

In fact, I have already

sent out the invitations.

(WOMAN SQUEALING, GIGGLING)

REBECCA: Cyla! (LAUGHS)

(CYLA GRUNTS SOFTLY)

A woman?

Rabbi would have

a harder time sneaking in.

You know,

he's not as pretty as me.

(REBECCA LAUGHS)

(CHANTING IN HEBREW)

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

(CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS)

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

(SPEAKING HEBREW)

Shh.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(WOMEN LAUGH, CHEER)

(LAUGHS)

(EXCITED CHATTER)

(ALL GIGGLING)

ALICJA: It's a nice reminder.

That even in here,

you can still find love.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Well, maybe not you.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(WOMEN SNORING)

(ALARM BUZZING)

(WOMEN GASPING)

Roll call. At this hour?

If I'm not at line up...

Then go.

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

Your scarf.

(PANTING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(DOGS BARKING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BUZZING)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SOLDIER LAUGHING)

Where are they?

What?

You have my sign posts, yes?

What sign posts?

Well, I've been waiting,

I was told that someone

was bringing me posts

to hang these signs

around the women's barracks.

What signs?

For the cholera outbreak.

The smell by the women's

latrines is truly horrifying.

A mass case

of expl*sive diarrhea, like...

Like a b*mb went off.

Well, that's your job,

you handle it.

Go!

Yes, sir.

SOLDIER: Go, go, go!

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Did you do it?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

A wedding? I can't believe it!

JOSEPH: Itzhak! Hey.

Eh, so, what's next?

More IDs?

I'm afraid the time

for that is over.

What's happening?

ITZHAK: The liquidation

is to proceed.

Mietek has seen memos

to confirm.

They plan to leave

no trace for the Russians.

(SIGHS)

What does that mean for us?

Extermination.

Most of us are being sent

to Auschwitz almost immediately.

The lucky ones

will go with Schindler

to his factory in Brnnlitz.

There must be more

that we can do.

There must!

Let's think about that once

you get to Schindler's factory.

Rebecca, she has to get

sent to the factory.

We have to get her on that list.

And my mother.

I cannot.

I can't add any more names.

The total number is final.

I'm sorry.

(PANTS, HESITATES) Itzhak!

Then let me

take their place for them.

Take them instead of me.

I'll be your inside man

at Auschwitz.

Please! Help them.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I will see what I can do.

And Joseph, uh...

mazel tov on your wedding.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

We don't encounter

much good news around here,

so when we do, it's...

it gets around quick.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

What do you think you're doing?

I'm only setting up, Kommandant.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

You think I don't see you

always looking around?

Everywhere, like a little rat

looking for some cheese.

Perhaps you found some?

(WHIMPERS)

Do you know what this is?

(SHOUTING) Do you?

No.

No.

These people will be sent

to a factory,

where they will work

for the Reich.

(LAUGHS)

You should be happy for them.

Why are you looking

at this list?

No reason, Kommandant.

My eyes just fell on it.

I meant no harm.

Traitor!

(SCREAMS)

You Jews are all the same.

So scared all the time.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

But you are not

my problem anymore!

(SHOUTING) Get out!

(YELPS)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Joseph isn't here.

I came to speak with you.

Why is my name

on Schindler's list

and not Joseph's?

He made you change it.

To save me.

Change it back.

ITZHAK: Rebecca, please--

You have to, Itzhak.

And you know it.

He's far more valuable

to the Resistance than I am.

Look, I don't want--

He will be angry with you,

worried for me.

But that means nothing

next to the hundreds

of people he can help.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

That is our mission.

Not to save one life.

To save hundreds. Thousands.

I'm a survivor.

I'll find a way.

(SNIFFLING)

(SIGHS)

Take care of him for me.

Tell him nothing.

(EXPLOSIONS)

(b*mb WHISTLING)

(g*nf*re)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(expl*si*n)

SOLDIER:

(OVER SPEAKER, IN GERMAN)

(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN,

LAUGHING)

(SOLDIER GRUNTS)

(DOG BARKING)

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(GROANS)

SOLDIER: (OVER SPEAKER)

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

Rebecca.

Joseph? Joseph...

Joseph.

JOSEPH: Rebecca.

(SOBS) Joseph.

I'll be okay, I promise.

I wrote this for you.

I'll find you. No matter what.

I love you.

I love you.

This one is mine.

Where did you think

you were going?

I love you!

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's go.

I specifically asked

the Kommandant

to let me give you

a special goodbye.

He forbid it.

Now he is not here

to stop me, is he?

(ITZHAK SHOUTING)

This one is on the list

for Schindler's factory.

What is that?

Give that to me.

You've made a mistake!

Take her instead of me.

Rebecca!

ITZHAK: This is what she wanted!

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)

I measured your figure

with my own,

counted your eyelashes

with the tip of my tongue.

And hungering for you,

recited your virtues

from memory.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLOCK BELL DINGING)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SEAGULL SQUAWKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SAUL: Good to see you,

my friend.

JOSEPH: Ah.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

SAUL: Please.

(JOSEPH GROANS)

SAUL: Well,

did you bring me anything?

(SIGHS)

Great.

This should see our friends

safely into Argentina.

And the Russian ones?

They're coming. I'm...

I'm sorry, I just...

I've had a lot

on my mind lately.

Anything you'd like

to talk about?

Uh... I'm fine.

You know, Joseph, I may come

across as an ungrateful sod,

but the agency values you

and your work immensely.

So, have you decided

if you're going to testify?

Nothing gets past the Mossad.

Testify, you mean...

What's the good in this, huh?

I mean, it's not going

to bring anybody back.

It's not about going back,

it's about moving forward.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(JET ENGINES ROARING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(MACHINERY CREAKING)

OSKAR: Joseph.

When will the next set

of documents be ready?

Oskar.

What is happening at Auschwitz?

(HESITATES)

Nothing is confirmed.

All I know is that

the Allies are gaining ground,

and the Reich continues

to demand all evidence

of the camps be destroyed.

They hung Goeth.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYS)

(ECHOING THUD)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(OSKAR EXHALES)

The Nazis found a warehouse full

of prisoner property.

Never a good idea to steal

from the Reich.

But what have you heard

about Auschwitz?

There must be survivors, right?

Very little from Auschwitz

has ever been reported.

But what is that little?

You're asking a question

to which you already

know the answer.

They're just rumors.

(SIGHS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

An old friend...

from Goeth's warehouse.

GRUEN: Give that to me!

Never give up.

Miracles do happen.

(ALARM BUZZES)

SOLDIER:

(OVER SPEAKER, IN GERMAN)

(ALARM CONTINUES BUZZING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SOLDIER CONTINUES MAKING

ANNOUNCEMENT OVER SPEAKER)

Psst, psst, Itzhak, Joseph.

Germany has surrendered!

The w*r is over?

What... what does that mean?

It means we survived.

The Fatherland has surrendered.

This telegram confirms it.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

There's no reason for you

to die in a Russian prison camp

or to be tortured to suffer

an agonizing death?

No, your best bet

is to flee, quickly.

Go! Don't worry,

I won't report you for running,

you can count on that. Go.

The rest of the telegram

instructed him to exterminate

all the Jews in this building.

What a pity they left

before I could finish.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PRISONERS CHEERING, LAUGHING)

Oskar. What will you do?

I'll have to flee, too,

of course.

But this moment isn't about me.

Now, is a time for celebration.

(CHUCKLES)

To freedom.

To freedom.

(CORK POPS)

(PRISONERS LAUGHING, CHEERING)

OSKAR: To freedom!

So... we can go?

Just like that?

Yes.

We're free to go, Joseph.

We can do as we please.

Well, then I must see you later,

dear friends.

(CHUCKLES)

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(DRAMATIC SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WORKER: Who are you looking for?

Um, an Auschwitz survivor.

Tennenbaum.

Rebecca Tennenbaum.

Maybe Rebecca Bau.

Are you certain

she was sent to Auschwitz?

Uh, in '44.

I don't know the month.

There is no record of her.

JOSEPH: Are you sure?

For either name.

I'm sorry.

DYTA: Joseph?

Dyta! (CHUCKLES)

(DYTA CHUCKLES)

Where is she?

Uh, um, before the camps

were liberated,

a... a number of us were moved

from Auschwitz to Lichtewerden.

The Nazis were trying to stay

ahead of the Allies. But...

eventually, they got too close

and... most of the Nazis fled.

Rebecca and I escaped,

on a wagon outside Silesia.

But... uh...

Th... There was an accident.

The wagon flipped.

(SIGHS)

And... I was thrown clear but...

Rebecca, she, uh...

was trapped underneath, and...

I ran for help,

but it was so dark,

and I couldn't find

my way back to her.

I just left her there.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

I am so sorry, Joseph.

I am so sorry!

And my mother?

I'm sorry.

JOSEPH: I'll keep looking

for Rebecca, no matter what.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

JOSEPH: Rebecca,

Rebecca Tennenbaum.

No.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Try upstairs.

(SHOUTING) Rebecca?

Rebecca Tennenbaum?

Rebecca Bau?

Rebecca Tennenbaum?

Rebecca.

(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)

GRUEN: This Jew is far more

than just a mapmaker.

This one is mine!

JOSEPH: Rebecca!

(BELL TOLLING)

KARL: Mr. Bau.

I'm Karl Richter.

I am lead counsel

for the defendant.

I would like to say, that I am

an admirer of your work.

And that I'm sorry

for your loss during the w*r.

Losses.

I see the anger.

There is no reason

to direct this at me.

Don't you believe every accused

party deserves a defense?

Go to Plaszow prison camp

in 1943

and ask the same question.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(ECHOING THUDS)

GRUEN: (ECHOING)

Nothing funny to say?

GRUEN: I said start again!

(WHIP CRACKING)

(JOSEPH GROANING, ECHOING)

Herr Richter.

(MUSIC FADES)

Enjoying a chat with my witness?

Hardly a chat, Counselor.

Only a courtesy.

See you on the stand.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

Would you like

to run through anything?

No.

No run-throughs. (GROANS)

No practices, no advice.

No encouragement.

I will say what I will say.

And that will be that.

MICHAEL:

You know, there's

something I've been meaning

to say to you.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

Justice.

You're not here because of me.

I'm here because of you.

Michal?

(CHUCKLES)

You gave me a future.

JOSEPH: No.

I merely reminded you

it was there.

(CHUCKLES)

Wow.

To justice.

Now, let's show some ba*ls.

(MUSIC FADES)

KARL: So, you didn't actually

see the defendant

strike Ania Wancowski.

I heard him beat her to death.

KARL: But you didn't

see it happen.

(ANIA SCREAMING, ECHOING)

The sounds were horrible.

Unmistakable.

(ANIA CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Do you know of anyone else

who might have seen it happen?

I was right there.

I know what happened.

KARL: And yet

you didn't see anything.

Is it not possible,

that your traumatic experiences

in the camp...

of which I'm sure

there were many,

has left your memories

a bit unreliable?

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

Is it not the case

that certain medical records

state that you suffer

from shell shock.

(WHIP CRACKING)

(GROANS)

KARL: (ECHOING)

A form of mental illness?

(EERIE SCREECH)

GOETH: (ECHOING)

I could k*ll you, right now,

and nobody would even care.

(ECHOING expl*si*n)

KARL: You don't think that

affects your memory at all?

You are the magician.

In here, we are free.

Don't let them

take that from you.

I know this is difficult,

Mr. Bau, to revisit the losses

you suffered in the w*r.

I can imagine

the trauma that comes

with losing

a close family member.

How that... disturbs the mind.

Objection. Is...

is there a question here?

Get to the point,

Herr Richter.

Mr. Bau.

To your knowledge,

did your counsel suffer the loss

of a family

member during the w*r?

Yes. His sister.

Ania Wancowski.

The victim who you accused

my client of murdering.

So much loss.

So much suffering.

And only one n*zi official here

to blame.

Is it not natural instinct,

Mr. Bau,

to place your rage on him?

Well...

he has earned it.

(CHUCKLES)

KARL: You believe

the defendant is guilty

of horrible, repeatable crimes.

I do.

Do you hate him?

I do.

And yet you are so calm

and unemotional

in your demeanor. Why?

Because your client

doesn't scare me anymore.

To what are you referring?

Ask your client. He'll remember.

KARL: Remember what, Mr. Bau?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

The moment of my revenge.

Shall I elaborate?

Not at this time.

Reserve the right to re-cross,

Your Honor.

Your Honor,

I request a brief recess.

No, keep going. Talk to me.

Actually, uh, permission

to redirect, Your Honor.

Granted.

(MICHAEL CLEARS THROAT)

Mr. Bau...

have you ever actually seen

the defendant k*ll a person?

Yes.

He k*lled my father

right in front of me.

(AUDIENCE GASPING)

Would you be

all right describing

that experience for us?

I would.

The inciting incident

is actually quite amazing.

Amazing?

JOSEPH: Yes.

I'm an artist, so in the camp

I would occasionally

draw cartoons

for the other prisoners,

you know,

to keep up their spirits.

MICHAEL: Oh, cartoons?

Yes, mostly drawings

depicting the humiliation

of n*zi guards in various ways.

And since the defendant

was the most laughable

of the guards, by far,

he was frequently the object,

victim of our ridicule

and mockery.

MICHAEL: Mockery as to what?

Oh, his lack

of intelligence, mostly.

And his pitiful desperation

to impress superior officers.

Yeah,

principally Kommandant Goeth.

(AUDIENCE CHUCKLING)

Gruen was obsessed with seeking

the Kommandant's approval,

a task which he was never able

to accomplish.

That day, I had drawn

an especially accurate,

detailed rendering

of the defendant's face

on a roll of toilet paper.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)

JUDGE: Order!

Actually, it was of Hitler.

The defendant

will remain silent.

JOSEPH: I had shown the drawing

to dozens of prisoners already,

to an extraordinary reception.

You'd think I had painted

the Mona Lisa.

But do you know

who loved it most of all?

Kommandant Goeth.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

I had shown it to the Kommandant

earlier that day.

Uh, I was his mapmaker, you see,

and so I had a lot of close,

personal contact with him.

We considered

each other friends.

(SCOFFS)

JOSEPH: He complained to me

often about Gruen.

When I showed him

this toilet paper masterpiece,

he found it

particularly amusing.

He actually asked me

to make copies for him,

one to keep,

and a number of extras,

which he said he wanted

to "give out to his friends."

I... I remember very clearly,

as I was leaving the room,

the Kommandant looked at

the drawing

and he said, laughing...

(IN GERMAN ACCENT)

"Right where he belongs."

"That piece of sh*t."

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

JUDGE: Order.

Objection!

(GAVEL BANGING)

The witness

is provoking my client.

Overruled.

Would that be the, uh,

"Moment of revenge"

to which you referred?

Oh, no. Not even close.

It was a prelude.

Later on that day,

I was walking with my father,

and as I was showing him

the drawing it dropped.

The defendant

saw it on the ground.

The defendant was quite familiar

with my art

and knew it was my work.

But my sweet father

shouted that he had drawn it,

wanting to protect me.

But... didn't work.

No.

The defendant pulled

out his Luger...

and he said something

he must have felt was witty,

because he laughed.

But my father...

My poor father...

who had kept me

safe all my life.

Please. Papa, please.

Shh.

And?

Then he shot him in the face.

(AUDIENCE GASPING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(OSKAR EXHALES SHARPLY)

But then...

came the moment.

Do you want to tell this part,

Franz, or should I?

(GAVEL BANGS)

Witness shall direct comments

only to counsel.

What happened next, Mr. Bau?

Well, in a rage,

I threw myself at Gruen.

My body slammed into the g*n,

he let go,

I grabbed it and smashed it

across his face!

You cannot possibly

believe this!

Order!

JOSEPH: I yanked his arm

with all my might

and he toppled off the horse.

Lies. This is a lie!

(GAVEL BANGS)

He was sprawled out in the snow,

and all the men were shouting,

"k*ll him, k*ll him!"

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

And I crushed the g*n

against his ear,

right here! Right here!

You filthy lying Jew!

You stop this now!

Defendant will be held

in contempt of court

if there is one more outburst.

And a little blood

let out into the snow.

And I will never, never forget

the look in that man's eyes.

And what was that look?

Terror. Absolute terror.

I p*stol whipped him again

against the side of the face,

and all the men

were around me screaming,

"k*ll him! k*ll him!"

And I put the muzzle

right in his eye,

and he was begging

for his life, crying,

tears running down his cheeks!

Whimpering and shaking

like a scared dog!

And I yelled at him, "I'm going

to sh**t your face off!"

"This is how you die,

pleading for mercy,

helpless and alone,

beaten by the righteous hand

of a Jew!"

You lying kike!

Franz Gruen, sit down!

You begged for mercy!

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

I shot your weak, useless father

right in front of you!

There it is.

You weak n*zi coward.

I may be just one,

but I'm representing

six million more of these.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)

I should have k*lled you

when I had the chance.

I was a patriot!

Following orders.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

I was... a patriot.

Guards, get this man out

of my courtroom immediately.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

The witness is excused.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

(BIRD CHIRPING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

(DISTANT WHISTLED TUNE)

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SHOUTING) Rebecca?

Keep whistling!

Rebecca?

(WHISTLES TUNE) Rebecca?

Rebecca!

(WHISTLES) Rebecca?

Where are you?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(WHISTLES TUNE)

Rebecca?

(MUSIC SWELLS)

(REBECCA SOBS)

(SOBBING) It's you!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(LAUGHS)

(APPLAUSE)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

That was quite impressive,

Mr. Bau.

Big talk for such a small man.

I've learned from the best.

(CHUCKLES)

You've always been my sunshine.

I know a nice little cafe

just around the corner,

they serve, uh,

a marvelous cherry brandy.

I hope it's kosher.

OSKAR: Of course it's kosher!

Sounds great.

And the one thing

I could never forget?

What is that?

Nazis...

they can't take a joke.

Mm-hmm.

(TROLLEY BELL RINGING)

(GENTLE VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. Can you hear it?

What?

Violins.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

JOSEPH: May I have this dance?

("HOW EVER LONG FOREVER IS"

PLAYING)

You are a long time coming

I had given up hope

Lost the only thing

Left to hold

We were so tired of running

But the path never led

To each other's doorstep

You gave me your hand

Mine started shaking

The love that you offered

Our story was over

Time and again

Life was so fragile

But you never bent

Every time they tried

To fold us

You were reaching out

To hold us

Nothing's ever

Keeping us apart

If I'd turn around

And asked you

How long could you love me?

You'd say

However

However long forever is

However

However long forever

Forever is

It was a long cold winter

But we weathered the storm

And we danced in the rain

Now we made it to summer

Every kiss heals the cracks

From a lingering past

Every memory that holds us

All the pain

Can never fold us

Nothing's ever

Keeping us apart

If I'd turn around

And ask you

How long could you love me?

You'd say

However

However long forever is

However

However long forever

Forever is

If you could have told me

You would be

Holding me tonight

I can't believe it

Now that I see

How long have we got?

However

However long forever is

However

However long forever

Forever is

However

However long forever is

Whoa

However

However long forever

Forever is

(SONG CONCLUDES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)