Schindler's List Page #7

PFEFFERBERG:

That's a nice shirt.

Pfefferberg nods, Yeah, thanks, and waits for Schindler to

leave; but he doesn't. Nor does he appear to hear the short

burst of muffled gunfire that erupts from somewhere up the

street.

SCHINDLER:

You don't know where I could find a

shirt like that.

Pfefferberg knows he should say 'no,' let that be the end of

it. It's not wise doing business with a German who could

have you arrested for no reason whatsoever. But there's

something guileless about it.

PFEFFERBERG:

Like this?

SCHINDLER:

(nodding)

There's nothing in the stores.

The clerk tries to discourage Pfefferberg from pursuing this

transaction with just a look. Pfefferberg ignores it.

PFEFFERBERG:

You have any idea what a shirt like

this costs?

SCHINDLER:

Nice things cost money.

The clerk tries to tell Pfefferberg again with a look that

this isn't smart.

PFEFFERBERG:

How many?

SCHINDLER:

I don't know, ten or twelve. That's

a good color. Dark blues, grays.

Schindler takes out his money and begins peeling off bills,

waiting for Pfefferberg to nod when it's enough. He's being

overcharged, and he knows it, but Pfefferberg keeps pushing

it, more. The look Schindler gives him lets him know that

he's trying to hustle a hustler, but that, in this instance

at least, he'll let it go. He hands over the money and

Pfefferberg hands over his notepad.

PFEFFERBERG:

Write down your measurements.

As he writes down the information, Pfefferberg glances to

the desk clerk and offers a shrug. As he writes --

SCHINDLER:

I'm going to need some other things.

As things come up.

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