TITTLE CARD:”INGLORIOUS BASTERDS”
CHAPTER TITLE APPEARS:
EXT – SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND – DAY
A bunch of SOLDIERS are lined up at attention.
LIEUTENANT ALDO.RAINE, a hillbilly from the mountains of
Tennessee, walks down the line. He recruits the men, the
Germans will later call; “The Basterds”. Lt.Aldo has one
defining physical characteristic, a ROPE BURN around his
neck. As if once upon a time,. he survived a LYNCHING.
The scar will never once be mentioned.
My name is Lt.Aldo Raine, and I’m
puttin together a special team.
And I need me eight soldiers.
Eight – Jewish – American – soldiers.
Now y’all might of heard rumors
about the armada happening soon.
Well, we’ll be leavin a little
earlier. We’re gonna be dropped
into France, dressed as civilians.
And once we’re in enemy territory, as
a bushwackin, guerrilla army, we’re
gonna be doin one thing, and thing
only, Killin Nazi’s.
The Members of the National Socialist
Party, have conquered Europe through
murder, torture, intimidation, and
terror. And that’s exactly what we’re
gonna do to them. Now I don’t know
bout y’all? But I sure as hell, didnt
come down from the goddamn Smoky
mountains, cross five thousand miles
of water, fight my way through half
Sicily, and then jump out of a fuckin
air-o-plane, to teach the Nazi’s
lessons in humanity. Nazi ain’t got
no humanity. There the foot soldiers
of a Jew hatin, mass murderin manic,
and they need to be destroyed.
That’s why any and every son-of-a–bitch
we find wearin a Nazi uniform, there
We will be cruel to the Germans,
and through our cruelty, they will
know who we are. They will find the
evidence of our cruelty, in the
disembowed, dismembered, and
disfigured bodies of their brothers
we leave behind us. And the German
will not be able to help themselves
from imagining the cruelty their
brothers endured at our hands, and
our boot heels, and the edge of our
And the Germans, will be sickened by us.
And the Germans, will talk about us.
And the Germans, will fear us.
And when the Germans close their eyes
at night, and their sub conscious
tortures them for the evil they’ve done,
it will be with thoughts of us,
that it tortures them with.
He stops pacing, and looks at everybody.
They all say;
That’s what I like to hear. But I
got a word of warning to all would-be
warriors. When you join my command,
you take on debit. A debit you owe
me, personally. Every man under my
command, owes me, one hundred nazi scalps.
And I want my scalps.
And all y’all will git me, one hundred
Nazi scalps, taken from the heads of
one hundred dead Nazi’s…
.or you will die trying.
EXT – MOUNTAIN TOP CHALET- DAY
A huge Chalet on a misty mountain top in Barvia.
A SUBTITLE APPEARS:
(HITLERS PRIVATE LAIR)”
INT – BURSTICH GARDEN – DAY
In a huge room, ADOLPH HITLER, pounds on a big table with
his fist, as he rants at TWO GERMAN GENERALS.
They speak GERMAN SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
How much more of these jew swine
must I endure? They butcher my men
like they were fish bait! This pack
of filthy degenerates, are doing what
the Russian army didn’t, and Patton’s
army couldn’t. Turning soldiers of
The Third Reich, into superstitious
Just the cowards among them mine
Hitler pounds furiously on the desk with his fist.
No, no, no, no, no, no! I have heard
the rumors myself! Solders of The Third
Reich, who have brought the world to
there knee`s, now pecking and clucking
like chickens. Do you know the latest
rumor they’ve conjured up, in their fear
induced delirium? The one that beats
my boys with a bat. The one they call
“The Bear Jew”…is a Golem.
A avenging jew angel, conjured up by
a vengeful rabbi, to smite the Aryans!
Mine Fuhrer, this is just soldiers
gossip, no one really believes The
Bear Jew is a golem.
Why not? They seem to be able to elude
capture like a aberration.
They seem to be able to appear and
disappear at will.
You want to prove their flesh and
blood? Then BRING THEM TO ME!
I will hang them naked, by their
heels, from the eiffel tower!
And then throw their bodies in
the sewers, for the rats of Paris
The Fuhrer sits down at the table to compose himself, and
wipe his greasy black hair out of his face.
The Bear Jew.
He hits the button on the intercom on his desk.
KLIEST VOICE comes out of the intercom;
Year mine Fuhrer.
I have a order I want relayed to all
German soldiers stationed in France.
The Jew degenerate known as The Bear
Jew, hence forth, is never to be
referred to as The Bear Jew again.
We will cease to aid the Americans
any longer in there attempt to
undermine the German soldier psyche.
Did you get that Kliest?
Yes mine Fubrer. Do you still wish
to see Private Butz?
Who and what is a private Butz?
He’s the soldier you wanted to see
personally. His squad was ambushed
by Lt.Raines Jews. He was it’s only
Indeed I do want to see him, thank
you for reminding me. Send him in.
EXT – FRENCH WOODS — DAY
CU FACE OF DEAD GERMAN SOLDIER
His head lies on the ground horizontal. A HAND reaches into
FRAME, KNOCKS aside the dead German patriots helmet, and
grabs a handful of the cadavers blonde hair. A LARGE KNIFE
ENTERS FRAME, and begins SLICING ALONG THE HAIRLINE.
This process is called SCALPING.
After SLICING is complete, the SCALP easily peels off like a
GERMAN PRISONERS PVT.BUTZ AND SGT.RACHTMAN
on their knees, hands behind there heads.
Private Butz NARRATES the scene in GERMAN SUBTITLED into
Werner and I were the only ones left
alive after the ambush. While one man
guarded us, the rest removed the hair.
All The Basterds wore German scalps
tied to their belts.
hanging from belts.
They not only took valuables…
WE SEE QUICK CUTS OF
Rings, Weapons, Iron Cross, and somebody digging out a Gold
Tooth with a knife, being removed from Dead Germans.
..They also took their identification
CU IDENTIFICATION PAPERS
taken from the inside pocket of a dead German uniform.
flips through the I.D. papers till he gets to the page that
contains the German soldiers, name, statistics, and photo.
.and tore out the identification page.
Utivich RIPS the page out, and sticks it in his pocket.
Tossing the torn book on the dead, scalpless body.
…They then removed their boots…
CU GERMAN COMBAT BOOTS
laces untied.. .boot pulled off…
removed, reveling dead bare feet…
tossing the boots off a hill.
Throwing them away from the bodies…
scalps removed from their heads, pink bare feet…
The Basterds, took their lives, their
hair, their valuables, their identity,
and finally their dignity in death.
True that. The sight of the dead soldiers with bare feet
does rob the tableaux of a certain dignity, that is normally
felt in battlefield shots.
BACK TO HITLER
He fights his frustration, then…
BACK TO THE BASTERDS
Aldo screams to The Basterd who’s guarding the two German
Hey Hirschberg, send that kraut
KICKS Sgt.Rachtman in the back.
Sgt.Rachtman is a little slow to respond. So Hirschberg
grabs him by the hair, YANKS him to his feet, and KICKS him
in the ass, sending him on his way.
Most of The Bastreds sit in a circle, Indian style, with
Aldo in the middle.
As Sgt.Rachtman walks towards this circle of Basterds,
A OFF SCREEN LITERARY NARRATOR (not Pvt.Butz) speaks over
the SOUNDTRACK in ENGLISH;
Sgt.Werner Rachtman has seen many
interrogations since Germany decided
it should rule Europe. But this is
the first time he’s ever been on the
wrong end of the exchange.
It’s always been his belief, only a
weakling, in mind, body, and spirt
complies with the enemy under threat
As Werner watched men cry like women,
pleadingly offer their knowledge, in
exchange for their worthless lives,
he made a vow to himself.
If his role is to die in this conflict.
When they put him under the earth, his
dignity would be buried with him.
For in the other world, the gods only
respect the ones they test first.
Well Sgt, this is your test.
And the gods are watching.
The captured German Sgt, enters the circle of Basterds,
stands straight before the sitting southern Lieutenant, and
salutes his captor.
Aldo returns the salute, looking up at him.
Lt.Aldo Raine, pleased to meet cha.
You know what sit down means Werner?
Then sit down.
The German Sgt does.
Hows your English Werner? Cause if
need be, we gotta a couple fellas
Aldo points at one of The Basterds in the circle,
Wicki there, a Austrian Jew, got the
fuck outta Saltzberg, while the
gettin was good. Became American,
got drafted, and came back to give
y’all what for.
Then Aldo points to another Basterd. A big scary looking
Basterd, in a German Sgt’s uniform, named, SGT.HUGO STIGLITZ
And another one over there, you
might be familiar with, Sgt.Hugo
Stiglitz. Heard of ‘em.
The two German Sgt’s look at each other.
Everybody in the German army’s heard
of Hugo Stiglitz.
The Basterds laugh, a couple pat Hugo on the back.
The NARRATOR comes back on the SOUNDTRACK.
The reason for Hugo Stiglitz’s
celebrity among German soldiers
WE SEE A PHOTO OF HUGO on the front page of the Nazi version
of Stars and Stripes (the military newspaper).
As a German enlisted man, he killed
thirteen Gestapo officers, mostly
WE SEE THE MILITARY PHOTOS OF ALL THIRTEEN GESTAPO OFFICERS.
Instead of putting him up against a
wall, the High Command decided to
send him back to Berlin, to be made
a example of.
Hugo in chains, being put in a lone troop truck, part of a
prison convoy, enroute to Berlin.
Needless to say, once The Basterds
heard about him, he never got there.
EXT- FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE – DAY
The Basterds AMBUSH the prison convoy, killing everybody.
They walk to the back of the troop truck, inside Hugo in
chains, stares back at them.
I’m Lt.Aldo Raine, and these are
The Basterds. Ever heard of us?
Hugo nods his head, yes.
We just wanna say, we’re a big fan
of your work. When it comes to killin
Nazi’s, I think you show great talent,
and I pride myself on havin a eye for
that kind of talent. But your status
as a Nazi killer, is still amateur.
We all came here to see, if you wanna go pro?
BACK TO THEBASTERD CIRCLE.
Now Werner, I’m gonna assume you know
who we are?
Aldo the Apache.
The circle of Basterds giggle.
Well Werner, if you heard of us, you
probably heard, we ain’t in the
prisoner takin business. We in the
killin Nazi business. And cousin,
business is boomin.
The Basterds laugh.
Now that leaves two ways we can play
this out. Either kill ya, or let ya
go. Now weather or not you gonna
leave this circle alive, depends
entirely on you.
Aldo takes out a map of the area, and lays it out in front
of his prisoner.
Up the road a piece, there’s a
orchard. ‘sides you, we know there’s
another kraut patrol fuckin around
here somewhere. Now if that patrol
were to have any crackshots, that
orchard, would be a goddamn snipers
delight. Now if you ever wanna eat
a sauerkraut sandwich again, you
gotta show me on this map, where
they are, you gotta tell me how many
they are, and you gotta tell me,
what kinda artillery they carrying
You can’t expect me to divulge
information that would put German
lives in danger?
well, Werner that’s where your wrong.
Because that’s exactly what I expect.
I need to know about Germans hidin
in trees? And you need to tell me?
And you need to tell me, right now?
Now take your finger, and point out
on this map, where this partys bein
held, how manys comin, and what they
brought to play with?
Werner site, head held high, back straight, chin up, every
inch the German hero facing death.
F I respectfully refuse, sir.
Aldo jerks his thumb behind him.
You see that ole boy battin rocks?
WE RACK FOCUS to a one of The Basterds not in the circle.
He’s wearing a wife beater, and power hitting stones
with a baseball bat.
Werners eyes go to the ballplayer.
That’s Sgt.Donny Donowitz. But you
might know him better by his nickname,
The Bear Jew. Now if you heard of
Aldo the Apache, you gotta heard about
The Bear Jew?
What did you hear?
He beats German soldiers with a club.
He bashes their brains in with a
baseball bat, what he does.
back to us, still haven’t seen his face. He Babe Ruths a
rock soaring into the atmosphere.
Now Werner, I’m gonna ask you one
last-goddamn-time, and if you still,
“respectfully refuse”, I’m callin The
Bear Jew over here, and he’s gonna take
that big bat of his, and he’s gonna
beat your ass to death with it.
Now take your wennersitnitzel lickin
finger, and point out on this map
what I want to know.
Fuck you and your jew dogs.
Instead of getting mad, The Basterds burst out LAUGHING.
Aldo says to Werner, with a giggle in his voice;
Actually Werner, we’re all tickled
ya said that. Frankly, watchin Donny
beat Nazi’s,to death, is the closest
we ever get to goin to the movies.
he turns to CAMERA, and yells;
Got a German here wants to die for
country. Oblige him.
Bat over his shoulder, smiles.
INT – BARBER SHOP(BOSTIN) – DAY
Donny, cutting heads, in his pop’s barber shop, in Bostin.
.ya got the goddamn fuckin Germans,
declaring open season on Jews in
Europe, and I’m suppose to fly to the
fuckin Philippines, and fight a bunch
of fuckin Japs – not me pal.
If we just go in this against the Japs,
the whole U.S.of fuckin A can go take a
running jump at the moon.
You know they got a word for what your
sayin Donny, it’s called treason.
Hey, stick your treason up your poop
hole. If I’m gonna kill my fellow man
in the name of liberty, that fellow
man, will be German.
INT – SPORTING GOODS STORE- DAY
MR.GOOROWITZ’S sporting goods shop in Donny’s Jewish Bostin
neighbourhood. Donny walks in.
Hello Donny, how are you?
Ah, just dandy, Mr.Goorowitz.
Your mother, your father – everything
There just fine. I’m shippin off next
The store proprietor, extends his hand to the young man.
Good for you son. Kill one of those
Nazi basterds for me, will ya?
That’s the idea, Mr.Goorowitz.
What can I do you for, Donny?
I need a baseball bat.
The store owner leads him to a basket with eight bats init.
Donny starts going through them without saying anything.
You gettin your little brother a
present before you ship out?
Donny, concentrating on the bats, not looking up;
Donny’s “no”, silences the gabby Goorowitz. He seems to
settle on one, feeling it’s weight in his hands.
Can I try this one on for size, outside?
Extending his arm;
Be my guest.
The phone rings.
I’ll get that, you go right ahead.
The proprietor answers the phone, and gets into a
conversation with his OFF SCREEN Mother.
Donny walks outside, WE STAY IN STORE, but can see him
clearly through the stores big picture window.
However, Mr.Goorowitz instinctively, turns his back to Donny
to speak with his mother.
Donny starts swinging the bat. It’s pretty obvious he’s
pantomiming beating somebody to death with it. Then the
he starts yelling;
Take that ya Nazi basterd! You like fuckin
with the Jews? Wanna Fuck with the Jews?
The American jews are gonna FUCK with
Mr.Goorowitz, see’s none of this, as he speaks to his
mother. He hangs up the phone, just as Donny walks back into
the store. Store owner turns to store customer.
Is this the heaviest ya got?
INT – HALLWAY APARTMENT BUILDING – DAY
Donny, dressed nice, in a apartment building in his Jewish
Bastin neighbourhood. He knocks on a door.
A VERY OLD JEWISH WOMAN opens the door, only a little,
peering out at the young man.
How can I help you?
State your business young man.
Mrs.Himmelstein, I’m Donny Donowitz,
my father Sy Donowitz, owns the barber
shop on Greeny Ave, “Sy’s Barber Shop”.
I’ve seen it. Do you live in the
All my life.
Again, state your business?
May I have a word with you?
Our people in Europe.
She thinks for a beat, then holds the door open for the
Come in. Would you like some tea?
INT – MRS.HIMMELSTEIN’S APARTMENT – DAY
Donny sits on a overstuffed sofa, holding a tea cup and
saucer in his hand. Mrs.Himmelstein sits on a overstuffed
chair, holding her tea, looking across at her visitor.
If you like tea.
Donny chuckles at her little joke. The old woman remains
stone. She wasn’t joking. He places his saucer on the coffee
table and begins;
Mrs.Himmelstein, do you have any love
ones over in Europe who your concerned
What compels you young man, to ask a
stranger such a personal question?
Because I’m going to Europe. And I’m
gonna make it right.
And just how do intend to do that, Joshua?
And what exactly do you intend to do
with that toy?
I’m gonna beat every Nazi I find to
death with it.
I thought we were having tea together?
And in this pursuit, how is it that I
can be of service?
I’m going through the neighbourhood.
If you have any love ones in Europe,
who’s safety you fear for, I’d like
you to write their name on my bat.
BACK TO BASTERDS
Donny takes a long walk to Werner…
As WE CUT BACK and FORTH BETWEEN DONNY WALKING and WERNER
WAITING, WE ALSO CUT BACK and FORTE BETWEEN DONNY and
You must be a real BASTERD, Donny?
You bet your sweet ass I am.
Good. A Basterds work is never done.
Specially in Germany.
Donny steps up to the plate, looking down at the Nazi;
Gimmie your papers.
Werner hands Donny up his papers.
Donny RIPS the identity page out, and sticks it in his
Hand me your sword Gideon. I do believe
I will join you on this journey.
she signs the BAT, “MADELEINE”
BACK TO BASTERDS
Donny BEATS Werner TO DEATH WITH THE BAT, to the cheers of
watches. Hirschberg says to him;
About now, I’d be shittin my pants, if
I was you.
Aldo points a finger at Butzsr and crooks it toward him.
That means you, cup cake.
A crying, visibly shaken, Butz site down in front of Aldo.
You wanna live?
Point out on this map, the German
His arm shoots out like a rocket, and points out the
This area here.
What kinda of artillery?
They have a machine gunn dug in here
How did you survived this ordel?
WE SEE Pvt.Butz in The Fuhrer’s room for the first time.
He wears a Nazi cap, which is unusual in the presence of The
Fuhrer, but he seems okay with it.
They let me go.
FROM HERE ON WE GO BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ALDO AND HITLER.
Now when you report what happened here,
you can’t tell ‘em, you told us, what you
told us. They’ll shoot ya. But there gonna
wanna know, why you so special, we let you
live? So tell ‘em, we let ya live, so you
could spread the word through the ranks,
what’s gonna happen to every Nazi we find.
You are not to tell anybody anything!
Not one word of detail! Your outfit
was ambushed, and you got a away.
Not one word more.
Yes mine Fuhrer.
Did they mark you like they did the
Yes mine Fuhrer.
Remove your hat and show me.
Now say we let ya go, and say you
survive the’war? When you get back
home, what’eha gonna do?
I will hug my mother like I’ve never
hugged her before.
Well, ain’t that’s a real nice boy. Are you
going to take off your uniform?
Not only shall I remove it, but I intend
to burn it!
The young German is telling Aldo, what he thinks, Aldo wants
to hear. But the last answer didn’t go down as well as he
thought it would, evident by the frown on Aldo’s face.
Yeah, that’s what we thought. We don’t
like that. You see, we like our Nazi’s
in uniforms. That way, you can spot ‘em,
just like that.
(Snaps his fingers)
But you take off that uniform, ain’t
nobody gonna know you was a Nazi.
And that don’t sit well with us.
Aldo removes a LARGE KNIFE from a sheath on his belt.
So I’m gonna give ya a little somethin,
you can’t take off.
BACK TO HITLER
Pvt.Butz removes his combat helmet, hair hangs in his face,
his moves it aside, and WE SEE a SWASTIKA has been HAND
CARVED INTO HIS FOREHEAD.
BACK TO BASTERDS
on ground, looking up at them. Aldo has just carved the
swastika, and he’s holding the bloody knife. All The
Basterds crowd around to admire his handy work.
You know Lieutenant, your getting pretty
good at that.
You know how you get to Carnegie Hall,
don’t ‘ch? Practice.
FADE TO BLACK
CHAPTER TITLE APPEARS:
“GERMAN NIGHT IN PARIS”
NOTE: This whole Chapter will be filmed in French New Wave
Black and White.
INT – CINEMA AUDITORIUM – NIGHT
We’re in the auditorium of a cinema in Paris. However the
CAMERA is pointed in the direction of the audience, not the
screen. We start CLOSE on the projector beam, emanating from
the little glass window in the back of the theatre
The CAMERA continues to DOLLY back, making the Shot Wider and
Wider, bringing in more and more the German occupied citizens
of Paris, who stare at the OFF SCREEN silver screen in the dark
We can hear the OFF SCREEN SOUNDTRACK of a Goebbels produced
German omm paw paw musical movie being projected.
The Shot continues to pull further and further back, and the
German dialogue continues to fill the auditorium…
.The DOLLY SHOT LANDS on a CLOSE UP of Shosanna,. watching the
A SUBTITLE APPEARS:
TWO WEEKS AFTER THE MASSACRE
OF SHOSANNA’S FAMILY”
We hear the sound of the German musicals climax.
The lights go up in the auditorium.
Shosanna, dressed in a NURSES UNIFORM she swiped from
somewhere, remains seated, as the rest of the PATRONS, gather
their coats, and file out.
EXT – LITTLE CINEMA (PARIS)- NIGHT
Patrons exit under the cinema marquee, as someone from inside
SHUTS OFF the marquees lights.
The MARQUEE READS in French:
“GERMAN NIGHT BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK in MADCAP IN MEXICO”.
EXT – PROJECTION BOOTH (LITTLE CINEMA)
A French Black Man, who we will learn later is named MARCEL,
is the cinema’s projectionist. We see him for a moment, taking
the film reels off the projector, and placing them on rewinds.
INT – AUDITORIUM
still sitting in her seat. Except for her, the auditorium is
The owner of the Cinema, a attractive looking French woman,
who we will later know as MADAME MIMIEUX, appears in
one of the cinema’s opera box balconies.
Looking down from her perch at the young girl, sitting in
the empty cinema.
The DIALOGUE will be spoken in FRENCH, and SUBTITLED into
So young woman, since it’s beyond obvious
we’re closed for the evening. I must assume
you want something. What can I do for you?
May I sleep here tonight?
So I gather your not a nurse?
But your a bright little thing, that’s
clever disguise. Where is your family?
So your a war orphan?
We were from Nancy. The Bosch found us
Is this a sad story?
Sad stories bore me. These days everyone
in Paris has one. I haven’t bore you
with mine, don’t bore me with yours.
You can run the machines?
Using her hands to pantomime the rotating film reels on a
projector, she says;
The machines that show the film?
The projectors? Yes, I own a cinema,
of course I can operate them.
I know, I saw you.
eyes creeping up the stairway in the projection booth,
expertly working the projectors…
BACK TO SHOSANNA
Teach me. Teach me to run the machines,
that show the film. It’s only you and
the negro. I know you could use some help.
I know at least six people who’ve been
put up against a wall, and machine
gunned for sheltering enemies of the
state. I have no intention of being
unlucky number seven. How long have
you been in Paris?
A week, and a few days.
How have you survived the curfew
I sleep on rooftops.
Again, I’m forced to admit, clever
girl. How is it?
I can imagine.
Respectfully, no you can’t.
So you can’t operate a 35mm film projector,
you want me teach you, in order to work
here, in order to use my cinema, as a hole
to hide in, is that correct?
Whats your name?
I’m Madame Mimieux. You may call
me Madame. This is a cinema. Not a
home for wayward war orphans.
Having said that, what you say is true.
If you were truly exceptional, I could
find use for you. So Shosanna, are you
I will be the judge of that.
Which shows a lovely PENCIL SKETCH of the CITY OF PARIS,
complete with Eiffel Tower.
ABOVE IT READS:
The CAMERA PULLS BACK, and we see we’re not looking at a TITLE
CARD at all, but a CALENDER stuck on the wall of the Little
Cinema’s Projection Booth. Before we leave it, WE SEE the
Month is JUNE.
..The CAMERA finds, the THREE YEARS OLDER SHOSANNA, working
as the PROJECTIONIST. It would appear, that Shosanna passed
Madame Mimieux’s exceptional test.
A lyrical Morriconie-like tune PLAYS on the SOUNDTRACK, this
will be “Shosanna’s Theme”.
A Little Bell, begins RINGING, on one of the projectors,
alerting Shosanna it’s time for a REEL CHANGE.
Shosanna stands at the projector, watching the old German film
she’s projecting, waiting for the1st REEL CHANGE MARK…
of the little cinema. On Screen LENI REFENSHTAL lies
horizontal as a ice sickle drips on her head in the old
German film, “The White Hell Of Piza Palu”,
The 1st REEL CHANGE MARK POPS ON in the upper right
hand corner of the FRAME…(That tells the projectionist
to get ready).
As the FILM REEL on the lst PROJECTOR rolls out, Shosanna
stands ready, waiting by the 2nd PROJECTOR…
the 2nd REEL CHANGE MARK POPS ON in the same place(That’s the
THROWS the lever on the 2nd PROJECTOR, switching the film from
projector 1# to projector 2#, executing a perfect REEL CHANGE.
As Shosanna’s Theme plays on the Soundtrack, we watch viva
MONTAGE, her go through her daily chores. Carry heavy film cans
up the stairs, empty the rat traps, ect,ect…
EXT – CINEMA – NIGHT
The MARQUEE READS in French:
“GERMAN NIGHT LENI REFENSHTAL in PABST WHITE HELL OF PIZA PALU”
Shosanna emerges from the cinema carrying two buckets of
LETTERS (for the marquee), and a tall ladder. Her chore here,
obviously, is to change the show on the marquee.
The LITERARY NARRATOR comes on the Soundtrack in ENGLISH;
To operate a cinema in Paris during
the occupation, one had two choices.
Ether you could show new German propaganda
films, produced under the watchful
eye of Joseph Goebbels. Or… .you
could have a German night in your
weekly schedule, and show allowed
German classic films.
Their German night was Thursday.
Shosanna, by herself, perched up high on the ladder, changing
the letters on the marquee.
A YOUNG GERMAN SOLDIER(about the same age as Shosanna), walks
out of the cinema. He sees the ladder with the young French
girl on top, and walks over.
They speak FRENCH, SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
What starts tomorrow?
Shosanna looks down, seeing the young German Solder smiling up
at her from below.
A Max Linder festival.
Ummmm, I always preferred Linder to
Chaplin. Except Linder never made a
film as good as “The Rid”. The chase
climax of “The Kid”, superb.
Shosanna continues working, not adding to the conversation.
I suppose now you could use a “M”
a “A” and a “X”?
No need, I can manage.
Don’t be ridiculous, it’s my pleasure.
He hands the French damsel the letters spelling MAX.
I adore your cinema very much.
She busies herself with the marquee letters…
How does a young girl, such as yourself,
own a cinema?
Do to his uniform, and Shosanna’s situation, all his efforts
at trying to make small talk, strikes the young Jewess in
hiding as a Gestapo interrogation.
My aunt left it to me.
Shosanna makes no reply back.
Merci for hoisting a German night.
I don’t have a choice, but your welcome.
Do you chose the German films yourself?
Then my merci stands. I love the
Refensthal mountain films, especially,
“Pizu Palu”. It’s nice to see a French
girl who’s a admirer of Refensthal.
“Admire”, would not be the adjective
I would use to describe my feelings
towards Fraulein Refensthal.
But you do admire the director. Pabst,
don’t you? That’s why you included
his name on the marquee.
She climbs down from the ladder and faces the German
I’m French. We respect directors
in our country.
Apparently even Germans.
Even Germans. Merci for assistance,
She turns to go back inside.
Your not finished?
I’ll finish in the morning.
She opens the door to go inside.
May I ask your name?
You wish to see my papers?
She hands him her excellently forged papers.
That’s obviously not what he meant, but he takes them anyway
to read her name.
Emmanuelle Mimieux. That’s a very
Merci. Are you finished with my papers?
He hands them back.
Mademoiselle. My name is Fredrick Zoller.
She gives no response.
It’s been a pleasure chatting with a
fellow cinema lover. Sweet dreams,
He gives her a little salute, and walks into the black of a
curfew imposed night.
She looks after him. She didn’t show it, but he kinda got to
her. After all, for any true cinema lover, it’s hard to hate
anybody who, CINEMA MON AMOUR.
EXT – ROOFTOP CINEMA – NIGHT
Shosanna stands on the roof of her cinema, late at night,
lighting up a cigarette. As she takes her first big drag,
she remembers a voice.
MADAME MIMIEUX, the younger Shosanna, and the black
projectionist Marcel, in the projection booth. Shosanna
lights up a cigarette, and Madame Mimieux SLAPS her face
HARD, knocking the cigarette out of her mouth. Marcel
quickly STAMPS it out on the floor.
if I ever see you light up a cigarette
in my cinema again, I’ll turn you into
the Nazi’s, do you understand?
Shosanna is shocked by this statement.
And for bringing a open flame in my
cinema, you deserve far worse then
a Nazi jewish boxcar. With your thick
head, what do you think the highest
priority of a cinema manager is?
Keeping this fucking place from burning
down to the ground, that’s what!
In my collection, I have over 350,
35mm, nitrate film prints, which are
not only immensely flammable, but
highly unstable. And should they
catch fire, they burn three times
faster then paper. If that happens..
.POOF…all gone, cinema no more,
every body burned alive. If I ever
see you with a open flame in my cinema
again, I won’t turn you into the Nazi’s
I’ll kill you myself. And the fucking
Germans will give me a curfew pass.
Do you understand me?
Do you believe me?
You damn well better.