Eichmann Page #5

MALKIN:

So what, you shot him?

HAREL:

You know what I saw, before I did?

He hesitated. Stood in a pool ofblood. And I could see him thinking:

how has this happened. Why am Ihere, doing this? He was lost.

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MALKIN:

And then he was dead.

HAREL:

Six months, unpaid leave- I hearanother peep it’ll be a year. Comeback when you know why you’re here.

15 EXT. TEL AVIV BEACH. NIGHT

Sat looking out over the quiet stretch of sand and rollingwaves, Malkin toys with the bracelet on his wrist.

A CLINK of bottles nearby. He doesn’t turn. Finally RAFIEITAN plumps himself down beside Malkin. Opens two beers.

RAFI:

You’re an a**hole. You know that?

MALKIN:

Only 9-5. Sometimes weekends.

RAFI:

Well, it’s 6.30 on a Tuesday, so.

He hands Malkin a beer. They both take a swig.

RAFI (CONT’D)

Heard about your talk with the OldMan. It won’t be six months. I’ll

talk to him, don’t worry.

MALKIN:

Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this.

Maybe he’s right, Raf.

RAFI:

About nobody liking you, probably.

About the other stuff? Nah. You

just need to get laid for once. Getit out of your system.

Rafi looks at Malkin, who cracks a small smile. Chuckles.

16 EXT. RUGBY PITCH. BUENOS AIRES. DAY (1960)

A beautifully-kept pitch encircled by wooden bleachers. ASMALL TEAM of enormous men run drills, training for theTorneo de la URBA. As one guy (ANTONIO) DEMOLISHES ANOTHER

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17 INT. UNDER BLEACHERS

A MOAN sneaks from sweet-faced, brown-haired SYLVIA HERMANN

as a firm hand eases its way up her thigh. A blond-haired GUYkisses her neck. But when he angles for the inside-thigh...

SYLVIA:

Uh-uh, not a chance. Klaus, Klaus!

Pulling his face from her body, KLAUS’ looks at her, smiling.

Raffish and chiselled, he’s not used to being rebuffed.

KLAUS:

You’re not enjoying being bad?

SYLVIA:

I am a good Catholic girl. And anyprospective, uh-

KLAUS:

(kissing her neck again)

Husband? Lover? Client?

SYLVIA:

-any boy has to meet my Papa first.

KLAUS:

And... if he likes me?

SYLVIA:

If. Then. Maybe.

KLAUS:

You think he’s free tonight?

18 INT. DINING ROOM. HERMANN HOME. NIGHT

Sparsely decorated, but spacious. An open door leads onto apatio and small garden. The remnants of an asado on the table-

pamplona, lamb etc. Two bottles of Cordoban wine, one empty.

Klaus and Sylvia sit opposite her father LOTHAR, whose kind,

bearded face is covered by a broad grin. The scars beside hiseyes and their vacant look betray his blindness.

KLAUS:

-the second my hand touches the ball,

Antonio smashes me. PING! Ham-stringgoes. My father said he practicallyheard it. Otherwise, I’d be playing.

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