EXT. ROSENHEIM PRISON CAMP. DAY (1945)
Eichmann? Where is he?
An AMERICAN PRIVATE, chewing gum and flanked by two others,
stares at an assortment of Wehrmacht soldiers and officers.
They stare blankly forward, refusing to engage.
Taking the gum from his mouth, the American Private plants iton a defiant Wehrmacht SOLDIER’S nose.
The Wehrmacht Soldier PUNCHES the American Private.
Hidden by a makeshift barracks and beside a barbed-wirefence, Eichmann watches a FIGHT break out. Sees other
American soldiers running over to help break it up.
Eichmann tears the arms from a jacket. Wraps the sleevesaround his hands. Grabs the barbed-wire fence.
Dear Vera. My darling wife. My love.
Scrabbles up and, in a few moments, is on the other side.
Quickly runs into the woods. As he PASSES A TREE
8 EXT. TOTENGEBIRGE MOUNTAINS. LOWER SAXONY. DAY (1946)
Knee-high snow covers this lush alpine landscape. All around,
LUMBERJACKS hack at trees. On a stump, an old RADIO.
One Lumberjack chops with a particular ferocity. It takes amoment to recognise EICHMANN, such is his beard and dress.
I hope with all my heart that youand the children are safe.
Bright red in the face, he stops. Lets the axe slip from hishand. Approaches the radio. Robert Jackson, lead AmericanProsecutor at Nuremberg, in his opening statement:
ROBERT JACKSON (ON RADIO)
The wrongs, which we seek to condemnand punish, have been so calculated,
so malignant, and so devastating,
that civilisation cannot tolerate
their being ignored, because itcannot survive their being repeated.
Eichmann lies in the snow as he listens. Snowflakes drift
onto his cheeks. They MELT the moment they touch his skin.