Schindler's List Page #2

WAITERS ARRIVE WITH PLATES OF CAVIAR

and another round of drinks. The lieutenant makes a

halfhearted move for his wallet.

LIEUTENANT:

Let me get this one.

SCHINDLER:

No, put it away, put it away.

Schindler's already got his money out. Even as he's paying,

his eyes are working the room, settling on a table where a

girl is declining the advances of two more high-ranking SS

men.

A TABLECLOTH BILLOWS

as a waiter lays it down on another table that's been added

to the others. Schindler seats the SS officers on either

side of his own "date" --

SCHINDLER:

What are you drinking, gin?

He motions to a waiter to refill the men's drinks, and,

returning to the head of the table(s), sweeps the room again

with his eyes.

ROAR OF LAUGHTER

erupts from Schindler's party in the corner. Nobody's having

a better time than those people over there. His guests have

swelled to ten or twelve -- SS men, Polish cops, girls --

and he moves among them like the great entertainer he is,

making sure everybody's got enough to eat and drink.

Here, closer, at this table across the room, an SS officer

gestures to one of the SS men who an hour ago couldn't get

the girl to sit at his table. The guy comes over.

SS OFFICER 1

Who is that?

SS OFFICER 2

(like everyone knows)

That's Oskar Schindler. He's an old

friend of... I don't know, somebody's.

GIRL WITH A BIG CAMERA

screws in a flashbulb. She lifts the unwieldy thing to her

face and focuses.

As the bulb flashes, the noise of the club suddenly drops

out, and the moment is caught in BLACK and WHITE: Oskar

Schindler, surrounded by his many new friends, smiling

urbanely.

EXT. SQUARE - CRACOW - DAY

A photograph of a face on a work card, BLACK and WHITE. A

typed name, black and white. A hand affixes a sticker to the

card and it saturates with COLOR, DEEP BLUE.

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