Script task

Script One

Characters

Vladek - 19 year old male, Polish, Jewish, evading capture. Dressed in white and grey striped overalls (mortified with a star of David) and wooden shoes

Man – A 32 year old Polish man who owns a house in the outskirts of Sosnowiec, slightly simple looking, with tattered clothes

Patrol Man – A 30 year old patrol official, German. Dressed in a black official military uniform, rounding up Jews.

Script

Vladek is on the run, needs to stay out of sight and find cover for the night! He searches in the country and finds a small cottage among some great big sycamore trees. Vladek hustles to the door and knocks with haste.

Vladek – Excuse me.......Hello...Please answer! PLEA..

A man opens the door whilst holding a lit candle.

Man – What do you want boy! Do you know what time it..... Wait, are you a Jew?

Vladek – Why yes sir! I need some help! Somewhere to stay, or “they” will find me!

Man – Ah... I see, I have a shack round the back. Hurry round and I will come in a half hour with a loaf of bread and some water.

Vladek - Thank you! Oh Thank you!

Man – Don’t mention it

As time passed, Vladek hid in this derelict shack, the Man never came. Vladek was too afraid to check if the man was ok, as he didn’t know where “they” were.

Vladek – What should I do?

After about 3 hours later Vladek heard distant footsteps, they become closer and closer untill, A Patrol man opened the door.

Patrol Man – You dirty fucking JEW

Vladek – I’m not a jew!!! Honest! I just stole these clothes from a dead corpse! I needed to! My house with my clothes were blown to bits.

Partol Man – Liar!!!

Vladek – Honest! I swear!

Pastrol Man – You Jews always believe that you can outsmart everyone........well guess what..

Vladek – What?

Vladek quivers to his knees

Patrol Man – Not me

Vladek – Please sir! Have mercy! I do no harm, just work hard and I keep my head down.

Patrol Man - .........

Vladek – I have never hurt a fly

Patrol Man – Maybe not a fly, but an Aryan maybe?

Vladek – No sir! Honest, not an Aryan, German, Jew, Pole or anything. I am a gentle soul, please sir, have mercy!

Patrol Man – Why? Whats in it for me? Except risk! Risk of people knowing that I have let a dirty Jew out of my powerful grasp!

Vladek – I won’t tell anyone, not a soul! Plus I will do anything, become your personal slave. Just please spare my life.

Patrol Man – Hmmmm, Bartering are we? Like a stincking Jew!

Vladek – No barter! Offer! My life, my loyalty and my skills!

Patrol Man – What skills?

Vladek – I Can do anything, from shoe making to blacksmith work

Patrol Man – You know all this?

Vladek – Yeah, my cousin Richeau taught me before all of...this!

Patrol Man - ........I see. You have potential. How old are you?

Vladek – 19

Patrol Man – 19?... uh all this at the age of 19! You do have potential.

Vladek – Thank you sir!

Patrol Man - .............. you seem to be a nice Jew, maybe even Polish?

Vladek – I am nice, a nice Pole

Patrol Man – Are you lying to me?

Vladek – I wouldn’t dream of it, not to someone with so much class, charm and intellect. Someone with as much intellect as you would spot a Jew from 20 miles.

Patrol Man – Ah, you boy are a Pole! No Jew would show so much common sense.

Vladek – Thank you sir

Patrol Man – So......

Vladek – Can I go?

Patrol Man – Of course my friend!

Vladek – Thank you sir! You are...

Patrol Man – After this

The Patrol Man pulls out and a standard hand gun, it glistens by the moonlight.

Vladek – What....what is that...for?

Patrol Man – Don’t worry boy, I want you to get rid of this for me!

Vladek – Why??

Patrol Man – I shot the man inside that house!

Pointing to the house of the Man who helped Vladek earliar

Vladek – Oh....ooo..erm yeah! Ofcourse, no one will ever know.

Patrol Man – Thats a good boy, now..... on your way