Taking Sides Page #3

PROJECTIONIST:

Yes, sir. Roll it.

Wallace goes. The projectionist starts the next reel.

ON THE SCREEN:
a Berlin sequence. Bombs falling. Ruins, a

city devastated, empty. Flags of the four allied nations.

Posters of Truman, Stalin, Churchill.

ARCHIVE FILM VOICE

That is the hand that dropped the

bombs on defenceless Rotterdam,

Brussels, Belgrade. That is the

hand that destroyed the cities,

villages and homes of Russia. That

is the hand that held the whip

over the Polish, Yugoslav, French

and Norwegian slaves. That is the

hand that took their food.

Steve watches expressionless.

WALLACE:

Next reel, please.

ON THE SCREEN:
SHOTS of camp survivors. Then SHOTS of

emaciated corpses being bulldozed into mass graves.

ARCHIVE FILM:

Sanitary conditions were so

appalling that heavy equipment had

to be brought in to speed the work

of cleaning up. This was Bergen

Belsen.

The moment this appears, Steve rises and goes quickly.

ON THE SCREEN:
piles of cadavers.

INT. MAJOR STEVE ARNOLD'S BEDROOM (I945) - NIGHT

Steve having a nightmare, twisting, turning, moaning. He

wakes with a cry. He is sweating. He turns on the light,

looks at a clock, reaches for a cigarette, lights it. He

smokes. He stares at the ceiling.

Later:

Early morning. Cold. Steve is at the basin in his small

room, shaving. A radio on a shelf.

AMERICAN RADIO VOICE

Remember, men, no fraternisation.

In a German town, if you bow to a

pretty girl or pat a blond child,

you bow to all that Hitler stood

for. You bow to his reign of blood.

You caress the ideology that meant

death and destruction. You never

know who was a member of the Nazi

Party. Don't be fooled. Don't

fraternise.

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