The Day the Clown Cried Page #7

HELMUT:

(continuing)

Straw hats and shorts!! That's funny!

Now that's really funny, isn't it?

Straw hats and shorts!

They just stare!

HELMUT:

(continuing)

Well, isn't that funny? Think of it ...

That's funny! Why don't you laugh?

HELMUT'S POV - THE S.S. AND GESTAPO MEN

They are really staring now, hard to believe their ears and

eyes.

HELMUT:

(gets an idea)

I know why you're not laughing ...

Because things you hear, you have to

think about ... I'll show you something

that you'll laugh at because all

you'll have to do is watch ...

DIRECTOR'S MEMO!!! (INSERT CHAPLIN FOOTAGE)

Helmut goes over to the bar, where a little man is standing

drinking his beer. Alongside of the beer is a small plate

with crackers and brown jam. Helmut takes a comb out of his

pocket, dips it in the man's glass of beer, combs his hair

down over one eye, takes a finger full of the brown jam and

makes a shicklegruber mustache from it ... and turns on the

four men yelling:

HELMUT:

(continuing)

Ve vill conquer the world ...

Heil me! Heil me! Heil me!

He screams the last "Heil" and collapses on the floor. The

four men get up and proceed to pick him up and carry him out

of the bar. As they get to the doorway and exit we STAY on

... Ada who has just arrived to see them pick him up and

carry him away. She is shocked. We STAY on a CLOSEUP OF

HER FACE showing the strain, pain and sadness as we:

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LT. REICHER'S OFFICE - OUTER OFFICE - BERLIN GESTAPO

HEADQUARTERS - DAY

We OPEN on the shiny black boots swinging the door open in

front of him and as we PULL BACK we see Helmut seated in a

slumped position on the hard wood bench as we introduce the

wearer of the black boots -- LT. REICHER -- he enters his

office as we go with him ... (Feather Edge Set) ... he walks

briskly to the desk where there are briefs and papers

stacked high on his desk ... he bellows, after looking at

the top folder.

REICHER:

STEINER !!!! Get in here!

A frightened and spineless like corporal springs into his

office and clicks his heels and screams.

CORPORAL:

Heil Hitler!

(shooting that stiff arm out

like on a spring!)

Reicher flips his wrist in answer to the heil, showing

complete annoyance at having to do it.

REICHER:

Do I see what I think I see here?

The corporal leans over the desk, and in order to see puts

his hand on the desk to brace himself... Reicher smacks his

arm, knocking his face flat on the desk ... he stays there

with his ass in the air, waiting for instructions. Reicher

leans down putting his nose right to the corporal's nose.

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