THE DAY THE CLOWN CRIED ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY By JOAN O'BRIEN And CHARLES DENTON Based on a Story Idea by JOAN O'BRIEN Additional Material by Jerry Lewis I TOOK A CHILD BY THE HAND... TO LEAD HIM ON HIS WAY. I TOLD HIM OF THE LOVE OF GOD... AND TAUGHT HIM HOW TO PRAY. AND AS I SEARCHED FOR BETTER WAYS HIS GUIDE AND HELP TO BE... I FOUND, AS WE WALKED HAND IN HAND, THAT HE WAS LEADING ME. "THE DAY THE CLOWN CRIED" COLD OPENING EXT. PARIS CIRCUS - NIGHT The normal activity and excitement of showtime around the circus is in evidence where we see the half dark street and alley directly adjacent to the circus tent which (in Paris is an enclosure)... the animals, the midgets, the people and the roustabouts moving with a fixed speed and getting faster as we now know showtime is momentarily due. We MOVE TOWARD the action, slowly but definitely picking up SOUNDS and actions of the busy people as we go. STRAIGHT CUT TO: EXT. CIRCUS - FRONT OF CIRCUS - PEOPLE ENTERING - NIGHT We see barkers, children, people, pushing... buying tickets, hats, candy... SOUNDS of children laughing, MUSIC playing from o.s. within the tent area... and we... CUT TO: EXT. BACK OF CIRCUS - NIGHT A continuation of the animals, trainers, clowns INTERCUT with the action of the circus customers jamming the entranceway to get in... (complimented CUTS from backstage to out front... building to the final crescendo... as we see the alley empty and clear out vs. the front area clearing and also becoming empty.) DISSOLVE TO: INT. CIRCUS PROPER - NIGHT The fully dressed orchestra playing the oncoming people to their respective seats as we PAN ALONG the happy faces and excited children... DOWN and BACK within the circus backstage and SLOWLY COME TO A STOP OUTSIDE: "CLOWN ALLEY". CLOWN ALLEY - NIGHT The heartbeat of any circus... The long row of unkempt, yet beautifully neat trunks where the clowns make up, with many of the clowns just coming in and setting their clothes and things around their own little areas... midgets running and playing, like the little children they are about to entertain... MUSIC is in the deep background... as we COME TO A STOP at the large trunk with the letters clearly printed ...'GUSTAV - EUROPE'S PREMIER CLOWN." We PULL BACK and AWAY from the lettering on the trunk and REVEAL the face of a gentle but drawn man, a man whose body and movements indicate he has been at this for a long time. As he sits, the little midgets run close to see what they can do to help; one pulls the chair for him to sit on; another brings a hot cup of coffee; another takes his coat and hangs in on the hattree, adjacent to his trunk... as we PUSH PAST HIM to introduce the other clowns... some half made up, others finishing their make-up... and some just sitting and rapping together, smoking, drinking coffee, waiting for showtime... and in the very distant b.g., almost against the wall of clown alley, we see the trunk and the body of a "CLOWN" in silhouette... we CRAWL TOWARDS the body and the trunk... and COME TO A STOP... HOLDING FULL FRAME. The clown, already made-up and dressed in his tramp outfit, has his head in his hands, leaning down on the trunk table top, a depressed and sad looking hulk of a man... an o.s. voice: MIDGET Coffee? It's nice and hot. The MIDGET slides the cup in front of the clown's face... as he picks up his head and smiles and nods yes... he sips the coffee and we see the clown is HELMUT DORQUE (pronounced Doork). He is a depressed and very unhappy clown... the frown on his face shows years of knocking around... plus fear that those years are now over. From o.s. we HEAR the SOUND of a small air horn being blown and carried by one of the midgets. He is yelling through an old megaphone. MIDGET 15 Minutes to circus... 15 minutes to circus. Upon hearing this, "Clown Alley" really gets busy... all the clowns get up and put their last minute touches together... touching up their make-ups... getting their coats and props together... and as they get themselves up and ready, they exit the clown alley area and start for the arena. The last one to go is Helmut, lingering behind intentionally as we: CUT TO: INT. CIRCUS ARENA - CLOSEUP RINGMASTER - NIGHT RINGMASTER Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present... "The Clowns"! INT. CLOWN ALLEY - NIGHT Helmut hangs back until the very last clown exits Clown Alley, as we: CUT TO: INT. CIRCUS PROPER - NIGHT The MUSIC is really going strong... and the clowns come on like all forty. They explode in the ring... doing all their bits and pieces which ultimately brings them back to the entrance area they just came from and they make the "West Point" arch for the TIMPANI DRUM ROLL and the grand entrance of "Gustav" the Great. CLOSER SHOT "Gustav" makes his famous comedy walk into the tent with the longest pair of tails ever seen (at least 75 feet long) and at the end holding them from dragging on the floor is Helmut, the "Tramp Clown". WIDER SHOT We see Gustav taking the applause, and it is tremendous. He stops center of the ring, but Helmut keeps walking and doesn't see the post in front of him as he walks around the post, still holding the tails and goes on his butt, pulling Gustav down as well. The audience screams with laughter, believing this all part of the act, as we: DISSOLVE TO: INT. CLOWN ALLEY - NIGHT All the clowns are sitting around their respective trunks and there is a sense of gloom permeating the air, as Gustav and MR. SCHMIDT pace back and forth behind Helmut, both going at him unmercifully. MR SCHMIDT (in the middle of his tirade) Not to mention how unprofessional that was... HELMUT But it was an accident... GUSTAV Oh, sure it was... A very well planned and calculated accident! HELMUT I swear to you... it was an accident! Gustav stops and grabs Schmidt's arm, and with a threatening, pointing finger... GUSTAV I don't want to hear any more... You will get me another stooge. I don't want this man!! SCHMIDT Don't get excited, Gustav, you shall have it. GUSTAV You bet I will, or you shall have no show. Gustav walks away, sits at his trunk, starts taking his make- up off. SCHMIDT (moving to Helmut's trunk, leaning over into Helmut's ear) You will run with the other clowns and that's all you will do... is that clear? Helmut, shattered, nods his head yes. SCHMIDT (continuing) And if there is another one of your cute tricks... I promise you will do your bits for the "Cats" while cleaning their cages! Schmidt walks away... leaving Helmut stunned and shocked. Helmut lifts his trunk cover, which opens on a hinge and stays upright, as we SLOWLY CRAB AROUND to REVEAL the "One Sheets" glued to the inside of the trunk lid... as Helmut reaches for a towel to clean his face, we read: RINGLING BROS. & BARNUM AND BAILEY PRESENTS THE WORLD'S GREATEST CLOWN "HELMUT" SCHMIDT From Germany The one sheets are battered and torn and certainly appear to be many years old. As we PAN the "Lid" to see them all, Helmut's face is reflected in the mirror as we see the tears rolling down his face. As we FREEZE FRAME, MUSIC hits for: MAIN TITLES: THE DAY THE CLOWN CRIED FOLLOWING CREDITS: EXT. DESERTED STREET AND BISTRO - NIGHT Helmut, dejected and as sad as any man could be, strolls down the deserted street, alone. INT. BISTRO He comes to a small bistro and walks in... stands at the bar. HELMUT Clause... give me a double whiskey with beer chaser. CLAUSE (who knows him) You won't get "Funny" out of a bottle. HELMUT And you won't make a dime sticking your nose in other people's business. Clause pours the whiskey, and places the beer next to it; as Helmut gulps the drink down and chases it with the beer from the bottle... we: STRAIGHT CUT TO: INT. THE APARTMENT - NIGHT Standing at the window looking out is a beautiful WOMAN, simply dressed, no make-up and clean; she has the look of a woman who has just bathed and one could almost smell the fragrance of bath oil on her body. She is tense and concerned. She sees something and moves toward the door and opens it. There is a beat and finally the o.s. SOUNDS of feet scuffling get to the door. It is Helmut, fairly crocked at this point. ADA Helmut, darling, are you all right? HELMUT (nastily) Do I look like I'm not all right? ADA I was so worried about you... Your dinner is cold and I couldn't imagine what happened to you... HELMUT Were you really worried about me or your stupid dinner was getting cold? Ada is hurt by this, but knows something is really chewing away at him... and deals with it even more tenderly, which only digs in deeper on Helmut. ADA Sweetheart, I care about you... I love you... I worry about you... I can't help those feelings... During the above Helmut is at the small bar in the living room pouring another "blast" and gulps it down... he hears the words but tries to ignore them. HELMUT If there is anything I don't need right now... it's your super- sentimentality... He flops down in the armchair and stares straight ahead... Again, Ada is hurt by his blasting her, but she's wise enough to know this isn't the man she loves... she has to get what's eating him out of there. ADA Helmut... what's tormenting your soul? Please let me help you... talk to me... I don't care what it is... I love you... I'm your friend... you can trust me to understand... HELMUT I can't trust anybody... I don't know how to trust anybody... ADA I'm not anybody! I'm your wife! Helmut, hearing these words, looks up at her and sees the beauty in her eyes, and he is affected by this. He stands up and takes her in his arms... almost breaking her in two. HELMUT I'm sorry, my love... I'm so sorry... You're right! You're not anybody. You're my wife and I love you, too... So very much I just have no one to fight back at... I'm lost and alone, I can't handle the disgrace of failure... the pain of being a has- been is more than I can bear... Ada knows now what's happened. ADA Schmidt again? Gustav again? When will you learn they fear you and they know how vulnerable you are now... if they can beat you down then they needn't worry about you coming back to haunt them. HELMUT They worry about me? Don't be ridiculous... they just took the last comic bit away from me... because of a silly accident... I'm now down at the bottom, just a stooge assisting a not-so-funny clown. ADA But they can't take your talent away... That's your strongest force! Walking away from her, getting angry again... HELMUT What the hell are you talking about? What talent? And if I had any it's being suffocated into nothing... And that's just what I am now... nothing... No one... just empty... a prop to be used and mis-used... how does my great talent stand up to those odds? ADA By not quitting... You must fight! Creative survival is even more difficult than human survival... You must fight!!! Helmut gets quiet and listens, and it makes sense... Ada knows she's got him now. ADA (continuing) Go to Schmidt... Force a confrontation... Don't let Gustav win... make Schmidt see what an injustice they are imposing on you... Please, my love, fight! Make your world better by fighting for it... You can do it... I know you can... Helmut hears it all and it sounds so good and right. HELMUT I will go now and see Schmidt... I will tell him I won't take any more degradation... I will tell him I am a "clown" not a stooge... A "clown"... A special person... A special clown... Ada happily gets his hat. ADA (placing the hat on his head) Go, my love... Go and fight for what you know is right... I will warm your dinner and wait for you to come home. She kisses him, opens the door for him and he goes. DISSOLVE TO: INT. THE EMPTY CIRCUS - NIGHT The low key light and the silence of the circus is almost ominous and a little frightening for Helmut as he walks across the empty arena... with a small light burning from up high. All the equipment is tied off. Slight ANIMAL SOUNDS in the deep background... and the faintest SOUND of circus music is heard. Helmut is now center of the main ring and stops and looks around. HIS POV - THE EMPTY STANDS CLOSE SHOT - HELMUT His face tense, then eases as he looks around. HIS POV The stands are full, the lights come up, and the audience is standing, applauding thunderously! MED. CLOSE - HELMUT In his clown outfit bowing and acknowledging the ovation. HIS POV - THE AUDIENCE as they stop applauding and sit down. WIDE SHOT Helmut -- the chair and the trombone -- THE TROMBONE PANTOMIME As the completion of the "Trombone Pantomime" Helmut walks away from the position he was in with the trombone and bows and milks the crowd for reactions and as he bows the second time... WE SHIMMER: BACK TO: CLOSE - HELMUT In bowing position as he looks at the crowd. HIS POV - THE EMPTY STANDS CLOSE - HELMUT His face shows signs of utter despair and dejection... the dream is gone and the memory of what was really hurts deep down. He looks around making sure he hasn't been noticed by anyone and takes that deep sigh and strolls towards the back of the circus tent area on his way to find Schmidt. WIDE ANGLE TRUCK WITH HIM, HOLDING the many empty seats in the b.g. as he walks... trying to muster up the courage he's going to have to call... something that has now become totally foreign to him. HIGH SHOT - THE EMPTY CIRCUS We see Helmut as the tiny figure he feels like, walking out of the tent area and into the backstage section. CUT TO: BACKSTAGE OFFICE AREA - NIGHT Helmut enters the section of the circus where Schmidt has his "Temp" office quarters. It is a tent-like arrangement with the canvas flap as his door and we see light streaming from the half open canvas flap. HIS POV - THE TENT OFFICE Helmut looks and sees a shadow of a body moving around in the tent office area and starts for it. INT. TENT OFFICE - NIGHT Schmidt pacing up and down... thinking, as we PULL BACK to see Gustav seated in one of the fold-up chairs with a "I am waiting" look on his face. SCHMIDT Naturally, I agree... Doork is a nuisance, but to just let him go seems a little unfair. GUSTAV Schmidt! Don't make me put it on a "either him or me basis". SCHMIDT All right... all right... I'll give him -- CUT TO: OUTSIDE OFFICE TENT - HELMUT - NIGHT listening. SCHMIDT (V.O.) -- his two weeks notice tomorrow. Will that satisfy you? GUSTAV (V.O.) Perfectly!! Let's have a drink... Helmut drops his head, completely discouraged and saddened by what he knows is a losing battle. As he starts to walk away we can HEAR the tinkling of glasses and the slight laughter of the two men as we watch Helmut slowly scuff his way towards the backstage circus exit, as we: DISSOLVE (12-ft) HOLDING his walk over his limp body at bar. INT. THE BAR - NIGHT Helmut has had more than a few and really looks beaten and shoddy -- he waves for the bartender to bring another. CLAUSE (pouring still another blast) It's your funeral. HELMUT (not too clearly) A funeral is usually in order when someone dies. Up to now, we have no idea, whatever, as to the time (in history) we are indeed in Germany, but as Helmut downs another blast we SLOWLY CREEP our CAMERA to include more of the bar than we have seen before and it includes pictures, framed, of soldiers, arms interlocked (looking somewhat like summer camp stills), the German flag (1933 vintage / crisscrossed with the Swastika), a large banner marked "Deutchland" Ober Aliss... and finally, the larger than life photograph of "Hitler". Helmut slowly CROSSES CAMERA as he takes another drink and starts spouting again. HELMUT The trouble with man today is that he takes everything for granted... he thinks things he's told to think... and accepts it! Just because we know meanings of words we use them and we fool ourselves... people should use the dictionary more... look up words like good... bad... honest... loyal... especially loyal, I know what loyal means, and I have always been that... but does anyone care? No! Of course not... Only when it is expedient... When it isn't --- (he slashes his throat with his finger) --- ZIPPPP! You're out! Helmut stops with his BACK TO CAMERA looking straight at "Hitler" and screams: HELMUT And that goes for you too... Mine Fuhrer... He shoves his right arm up and out at the photograph of "Hitler". HELMUT ... you, too, are a fool. You allow yourself to think you have "loyal" followers... Ha! Wait until they've had it with you... You'll get yours... all the smiling, bowing, heel clicking idiots will shaft you too. And you will deserve it because if you allow people like Herr Schmidt to got about his business of lying, and cheating, and being disloyal, one day all the Schmidts in Germany will turn on you and you will finish as the dumb little corporal you started as, and never know what hit you... During the above dialogue, two S.S. men along with two Gestapo men walk into the bar and sit at a table unseen by Helmut, and as they sit, Helmut continues: HELMUT He really has to be stupid -- (indicating Hitler) I could help him by telling him about the people he thinks are good Germans... Ha! The two S.S. men and the two Gestapo men just happened to stop in the pub, they can't really believe what they are hearing, and the two S.S. men make a move to get up and secure Helmut. The head Gestapo man nods to them to stay seated and wait and listen. Helmut continues his rave and gets more violent as he goes on. Clause, the bartender, would love to tell him the Germans are there, but chooses to go about his business. Helmut is really getting the effects of the booze now and is bordering on flipping his lid, completely. (He does the stagger routine trying to get to the table on the other side of the bar furthest away from where the S.S. men and Gestapo men are sitting)... We play this for visual humor, but at the same time showing just how swacked he is!!! Helmut finally reaches the table he has been trying desperately to get to and falls into it, exhausted and emotionally drained. He looks around at the few people who have been watching him, most of which are frightened at what he has said, trying vainly to stay out of it. Helmut catches the eyes of the four men (S.S. and Gestapo) just looking at him. HELMUT (angrily) What are you staring at? Didn't you ever see a man drink before? The four men just stare at him with no answer. HELMUT What's the matter? Haven't you guys got a sense of humor? You must have! Look how you're dressed! Grown men in their little soldier suits... And the black coats and gloves... Like in a movie... Helmut gets up and walks over to their table... mumbling, and staggering as he goes... HELMUT Real cloak and dagger stuff... Didn't you Gestapo guys ever know that everybody can spot you a mile away? (leaning over and whispering) Listen, if you really wanted to be unnoticed... You should dress like plain people, then nobody would know you... You might even wear straw hats and shorts... He hears this and gets hysterical laughing. HELMUT Straw hats and shorts!! That's funny! Now that's really funny, isn't it? Straw hats and shorts! They just stare! HELMUT 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 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. REICHER Never put your hands on my desk... is that clear? Still in the same position, the Corporal extends his arm for a heil Hitler, which is virtually impossible in the position he is in. CORPORAL (meekly) Yes sir! REICHER MOVE IT!! The Corporal rises and stands stiffer than ever... REICHER (picking the folder up) Now tell me, is this brief correct? Is that prisoner, the drunk, the one that impersonated the Fuehrer? CORPORAL Yes sir! It is! Reicher paces behind his desk... the Corporal still stiff at attention... waits and watches in mortal fear. REICHER (to himself) I get all the weirdos... Alright, Corporal, send him in! The corporal clicks his heels, thrilled that he can go. CORPORAL Yes sir!!!! He exits, and returns with Helmut and one more guard. Helmut stands in the doorway, frightened and unsure, Reicher still pacing behind his desk feels Helmut's presence... REICHER Alright, come in, sit down! Helmut walks to the chair in front of Reicher's desk... The spineless corporal moves towards the door... turns... and takes his position on the opposite side of the door that the guard is standing at... Reicher picks up the folder again, fingers through it. As he looks through the folder, he looks at Helmut and looks and fingers pages and the silence and the anxiety is getting to Helmut as he sweats and waits. Reicher is toying with him, and each time Reicher looks up the sick, little-boy smile crosses Helmut's face, hoping to endear himself to this Prussian pig! Reicher finally sits down beside his desk in a chair that resembles a throne. It is high and it looks down on Helmut. (Props: This chair must be higher and taller than Helmut's chair... for POV shots diminishing Helmut seated there. OVER REICHER ON HELMUT REICHER (soft spoken) Are you Helmut Doork? HELMUT (nervously) Doork, yes sir, Helmut Doork! I am he! Yes sir, that is correct, Doork! REICHER And are you a clown in the circus? HELMUT (ego setting in and forgetting for a moment his trouble and danger) Not JUST A CLOWN! I am Helmut Doork, Premier Clown! I've clowned for the royal heads of many of our finest countries, why there were times when I had to... REICHER (breaking in) That was years ago... According to these papers you are now just a helper in the circus with little or no importance!! This stuns Helmut, his facade destroyed... His face drops along with his fear... HELMUT (meekly) Some things are only temporary... Lt. Reicher! Only yesterday, I had calls from one of the great circus owners in all of Europe... he... REICHER (breaking in, strong and angry) You are NOTHING!! You are a HAS BEEN!! You WERE A CLOWN... REICHER (continuing) You are now a prisoner of the State and that's not funny... Can you make something funny out of that, Clown? Helmut sinks even lower in the over-stuffed chair, despair in his eyes and a weight on his heart... the truth slashing at his very being. HELMUT (softly) No! Lt. Reicher, I can't make anything funny from that thought... REICHER It is no thought... It is fact, Clown, unquestionable fact!! Now down to the issues at hand... Did you willfully and with malice attack the State and impersonate the Fuhrer? HELMUT (softly) I was drunk! It was a mistake! I meant no disrespect... Sir... Honestly, I was drunk and not responsible for my actions and thoughts! And my actions were subconscious! REICHER (screaming) Subconscious?? Meaning it was all motivated by truth that came out under the influence of alcohol! HELMUT (still softly) I am a LOYAL German! REICHER And what kind of commendation would you expect for being a loyal German? HELMUT I want nothing! But I'm more loyal than most Germans I know... REICHER Like who? Helmut realizes this was the wrong thing to say... he sweats... HELMUT Ah, like... re... REICHER Names! Names!!! Who? HELMUT I don't know... REICHER Sir!!! HELMUT I don't know, sir... REICHER But you said other Germans... What OTHER Germans... Who are they? Why aren't they loyal? Who? HELMUT (trying desperately to cop out) I'm not responsible for what I say now... REICHER Why? You're not drinking... you said you weren't responsible last night because you were drunk! Are you drunk now? HELMUT No, sir! REICHER Then why are you not responsible now? HELMUT I don't know!! REICHER SIR!!! HELMUT I don't know -- sir !!! REICHER Why are you not responsible? Why? Why? Why? Why? On each attack of the word "why", Reicher creeps up closer and closer to Helmut, really intimidating him... and the sound of his voice echoes and becomes monotone and ominous... [THE NEXT TWO PAGES OF THE SCRIPT ARE MISSING AS THEY ARE IN THE ORIGINAL] The corporal gets Reicher's point and marks his notebook, flips the cover closed, snaps to attention as we: DISSOLVE TO: INT RAILWAY STATION - DAY Ada walking as briskly as a woman can walk without running and then her walk becomes a panic running, looking, sweating, and the look on her face is evident that she is frightened and close to shock... she gets to a train gate where she sees the S.S. men pushing men through the gate to the train... she knows she is where she has to be... she approaches one of the S.S. men... ADA Excuse me, sir, but I wonder if you would help me... you see... S.S. MAN (very briskly) No! Go away! ADA You don't understand... S.S. MAN You don't understand... I said go away !! Ada backs away from the gate, and stands to one side watching the prisoners being moved from the back of the huge truck backed up to the railway area... she is looking through the iron bars (we SHOOT the bars holding depth of field snugly so that the prisoners and the bars are in sharp focus)... we make QUICK CUTS between Ada and the prisoners exiting the huge truck... as we see the change of expression on Ada's face we know she sees what she's been looking for... Helmut... he is walking in a slow rhythm following a group of men who look equally as broken and sad as he looks... Ada yells through the bars... ADA HELMUT ! Just as she yells, the voice of an S.S. Man drowns out her scream as he yells... S.S. MAN Move along... you swine... move... we haven't got all day... move... move... one-two-three-four -- His voice rings loudly in echo in the vast station it's as though he is timing his yells to each scream of hers... we see her mouth moving with the SOUND of the S.S. Man's voice coming from it... she is screaming Helmut... as the S.S. Man screams... S.S. MAN Move it... move it... move... move... hurry... faster... faster... Helmut and the other men push ahead faster and faster... with INTERCUTS of Ada, tears streaming down her face... with CUTS of Helmut walking with his head down, embarrassed and shattered... MED. - ADA We MOVE the CAMERA SLOWLY towards her, peering through the bars of the huge gate... and as we MOVE, we HEAR the doors of the train slamming... the whistle... and the slow start of the locomotive moving the train out of the station... by the time we get to the (choker) of Ada... the train is almost out of listening range... She drops her head, wipes her eyes with her handkerchief, as we hear so.: S.S. MAN (the same one at the gate who told her to go away) Now I would be glad to help you, Fraulein... shall we start with a drink? There is a lovely little bar around the corner... During the above dialogue we see another S.S. Man closing and locking the gate to the train platform... She looks at this "Pig", then down and up as though she were examining a rare, never seen insect... and then right into his face... and softly whispers: ADA Go away !! She turns and slowly walks the long walk down the empty station corridor as we DISSOLVE TO: INT. THEIR APARTMENT - NIGHT Ada is sitting at the kitchen table, the table is empty, the light is low and we see the picture of a lonely heartbroken woman, she has a small bowl of soup in front of her and the spoon in her hand is doing nothing more than swirling the soup around in the bowl... she can't eat, which is evident and as she swirls the spoon around, we MOVE IN SLOWLY and into the bowl of soup (choker)... and HOLD on the spoon in the bowl as we STRAIGHT CUT TO: INT. CAMP MESS HALL - INSERT - BOWL OF SLOP - DAY We see wooden spoon doing exactly what Ada was doing, just swirling the spoon around in what looks like dirty water with a carrot in it, the bowl is chopped and cracked, the spoon is old and almost white from use... the handle still retains its wooden look... as we PULL BACK we see Helmut is swirling the spoon in the slop... behind him is a Guard just watching his actions... after a beat, the Guard taps Helmut on the shoulder... GUARD Tsk! tsk! tsk! shame on you, Doork... shame... don't you want to grow big and strong like me? Helmut knows he's in trouble and just waits indifferently for the fireworks to start... GUARD We must eat our food! Do we want Uncle to feed the little man? The guard pulls the man next to Helmut out of his seat and practically throws him to the floor to make room for himself to sit down next to Helmut which he does... he half turns his body towards Helmut and turns Helmut around in the same fashion so they are almost facing one another. The Guard takes the wooden spoon and fills it with the soup and proceeds to feed Helmut... he stuffs the spoonful of soup into his mouth... and Helmut takes and swallows... then the Guard takes another spoonful and makes believe he is blowing it (like a mother blows the hot soup not to burn the baby's mouth)... and forces the spoonful into Helmut's mouth. GUARD (continuing to feed him as he puts the spoon in his mouth) And now one for Aunt Ada... As the Guard uses the name Ada, Helmut bites down on the spoon and won't let it go... but if looks could kill... he stares at the Guard with hate... GUARD (pulling the spoon) Let go, Doork, let go... it's the soup that makes us big and strong... not the spoon... LET IT GO! Helmut still holds it clenched in his teeth, and the Guard smacks his face full force. Helmut lets it go... and holds his face, embarrassed and humiliated as any many would be... GUARD (continuing) Now let's try it again... He fills the spoon and sticks it toward Helmut's mouth, but Helmut clenches his teeth keeping his mouth shut. GUARD I said let's try it again... He shoves the spoon into his lips, as the soup drips all over the front of Helmut's shirt. The Guard uses the spoon to clean the front of his shirt and forces the liquid he took from the shirt front into Helmut's mouth... Some of the men at the table and surrounding tables feel for Helmut, others think it's funny... they laugh quietly. GUARD Oh, I know why you're unhappy... soup without bread is terrible... The Guard takes the large loaf of brown bread and rips a huge piece out of the center of the loaf and proceeds to stuff Helmut's mouth with bread, until he looks like his cheeks are eight times their normal size. GUARD Isn't that better? Now take some soup... He pushes a spoonful of soup into his mouth which is so full, nothing can get in... consequently the bread spills out, the soup spills out... and he is a mess... (We play this scene for plot value, but it will work comically as well.) HELMUT I've had enough, thank you... No more, please... The Guard just stares at him... HELMUT Please! GUARD I'm surprised at you, Doork, you've been here two years now, you should have learned we, of the Third Reich, never acknowledge the weak, sniveling, begging of you swine... that's all you're good for... begging... pleading... praying... you're a disgrace to the human race. That's why we of the superior race must do away with all of you... The guard turns to the other men at the table, and goes into one of his mentally unbalanced tirades... GUARD And we will! We will! Do away with all of you. You're worthless pigs... with no courage, no guts, why if anyone did to me what I just did to Doork I would kill him! (turning to Helmut) Why don't you kill me, Doork? Go on... kill me... kill me... take the knife from the table and kill me... Helmut looks at the knife on the table, picks it up, holds it in stabbing style, thinks about it... and we know by his look, he would love to... HELMUT (with knife in hand) I would kill you... but I am getting my release any day now... and I won't do anything that would spoil my chances... Helmut digs the knife into the table top and buries his head in his hands... totally shook from the encounter... GUARD Your release? He begins to laugh, but hysterically. GUARD Release? They told me you were funny... but I never realized just how funny you are... RELEASE ???? And the hysterical laughter really echoes throughout the mess hall as the Guard makes his way towards the exit. The men at the table slowly get up and exit the scene, as do the others at the surrounding tables... leaving Helmut just sitting there... we PULL BACK to reveal the empty mess hall, and the lonely sad body of Helmut, as he looks around realizing he's alone, gets up and slowly creeps out of the hall like a puppy with his tail between his legs... as we DISSOLVE TO: EXT. PRISON YARD - FULL SHOT - DAY There are two rows of prisoners quarters, wooden buildings, weather beaten each row consists of about a dozen barracks each... joined at the ends, farthest from the CAMERA by the administration building, a two story type making a "U" shape of the compound... The entire yard is surrounded by two high wire fences about ten yards apart and fifteen feet high. At intervals of about twenty-five yards, in the area between the fences, are the guard towers, each about eighteen feet above the ground equipped with searchlights, sirens, machine guns, with three Guards on duty. Along outer fence, also about twenty-five yards apart, other powerful lighting equipment mounted on high poles. It is morning and although the sun shines brightly it doesn't in any way alter the drabness of the compound... nor does it help change the look of the men... There are about three hundred men milling about, some still chewing what was their breakfast, some pulling brown bread from their shirt fronts and exchanging bread for cigarettes or just making deals, one with another... some sit along the barracks walls trying to get some sun... others walking in circles... some talking, laughing, even playing cards... doing whatever they can to kill time... PAN the entire camp. At completion of the long PAN introducing the prison camp, we pick up the sixtyish JOHANN KELTNER (formally ANDERLICH), a warm, sensitive looking greying man, thin but with a dignity and a serenity about him... He walks briskly (and we know he'd love to walk slowly and tiredly, but we can see he knows his attitude and conduct will help those that can't help themselves...) His face tells us he is good, kind and the reason men want to live, he is special and he smiles at all those he passes, greets the men and is generally what man wishes he could be under the same circumstances... He walks into the building, which we learn is the barracks... INT. BARRACKS - DAY The barracks are empty... Keltner enters the huge room and looks around and sees Helmut at the other end of the barracks just walking back and forth like a caged lion... angry, hurt, sad, and generally out of sorts... he can't even hear Keltner approaching him... he finally stops at the back wall of the barracks and lays his head against the barracks wall... HELMUT (not aware Keltner is behind him) Dear God, please hear me! KELTNER He hears you, my son... Helmut jumps, scared... throwing his back against the wall, like a man who fears being attacked at any time... KELTNER (sympathetically) Here, here, easy, you can't do this to yourself... HELMUT You frightened me, Johann, I'm sorry... KELTNER (softly) You have nothing to be sorry for... Fear isn't something controlled by man... fear can not be conferred with... there isn't anyway known to mankind where man can say to himself... "I will not be afraid"... Oh, certainly man can try to fight it... but faith and believing are man's only chance... You must have faith... you must! HELMUT I have faith... but not always... sometimes it eludes me... I can't remember to remember it. KELTNER But that's natural... you can't expect to be perfect in what you try to do... HELMUT I don't know... He starts pacing again. KELTNER I heard what happened at breakfast this morning with ROTHMAN, the guard... Helmut spins around, frightened again... HELMUT Will they do something to me? What have you heard? KELTNER (putting his arm around him) Nothing, absolutely nothing... don't worry about it... I just wanted you to know that I believe you handled yourself admirably... HELMUT That was one time I didn't care for the laughs I was getting from some of the men... KELTNER Of course you didn't... but I'm sure you know man laughs for two reasons... one because something is funny... two, because they fear showing fear... they laughed because "there but for the grace of God go I!" HELMUT Do you really think so? KELTNER I'm certain of it! Helmut smiles and takes Johann's hand, tenderly, and warmly: HELMUT Thank you, Johann. I always feel so much better after you talk to me... KELTNER I'm glad, Helmut, I'm very glad... you know you can always talk to me, about anything... HELMUT (remembering) Oh! I almost forgot... Helmut puts Johann around the back of the barrack area near the wall out of sight of anyone coming in... HELMUT Before breakfast this morning, I spoke to one of the guards, a very intelligent one, and he seems quite nice and friendly too. Well, he said that the Gestapo has set up a special review board to handle cases just like mine. And he said he would get me a form, a special form. Just been printed up. And I'm to fill it out. Isn't that good? Keltner looking at him, like a child that believes in the boogie man: KELTNER How many times since you've been here, have you filled out forms? Twenty? Thirty times?? HELMUT (in fast) But this is different. It's entirely new. Helmut takes out a set of papers from his back pocket to show Keltner. HELMUT See? These are made up by the Gestapo itself... and the form will go directly to Berlin, to Gestapo headquarters. That's the important thing about this... the Gestapo's in on it. That's a very good sign. (a beat) Isn't it a good sign? KELTNER (sympathetically) Yes, my son, it is a good sign. HELMUT (in fast, excited; scanning the papers) And I have to be very careful of everything I put down on the form. The tiniest detail could make the difference. Don't you agree? Helmut looks up and notices Johann is looking up towards the ceiling of the barracks... watching something... Helmut looks up, too. THEIR POV - THE BIRDS Up and under the eaves of the barrack just above their heads, two small birds are perched (apparently they flew in from outside and decided to nest there). BACK TO HELMUT AND KELTNER - TWO SHOT KELTNER Isn't it strange? They are free to go anywhere they want, and they come here to nest. Helmut doesn't react to Keltner's dialogue, but goes back to his creased and soiled papers that he's read a thousand times before, and reads them again... as he reads... Keltner takes a piece of brown bread from his shirt pocket and crumbles it and throws the crumbs up to the little birds... HIS POV - THE BIRDS They scramble to chew the crumbs, and they do... DOWN SHOT - KELTNER watching. Johann just watches, smiling at the birds, turns and looks to see if Helmut is watching, too... HELMUT - CLOSE Intense at scanning through the papers and totally oblivious to Keltner and the birds... KELTNER - CLOSE KELTNER (softly) Watch the birds eat, Helmut... it's so cute... HELMUT I'm sure I've got everything here... The important facts from the moment I was arrested, the questions the Gestapo officer asked me... now what was his name again? I can't seem to remember what his name was... KELTNER HELMUT... HELMUT What the devil was his name? KELTNER (LOUDER) HELMUT ! HELMUT (coming out of it) Oh, yes, Johann... I'm sorry... you were saying? KELTNER You're not a religious man, are you, Helmut? HELMUT (thinking about it) Well, I... ah... KELTNER Not sure I am myself anymore. Helmut quite surprised by this remark. KELTNER Yet... when I see those birds, I wonder... were they sent here to let us know this place really isn't God forsaken? HELMUT He should have sent them elsewhere... they could be eaten here! Helmut goes back to studying his papers, Keltner ponders Helmut's remark, looks backup at the birds... his face full of compassion, as we: DISSOLVE TO: INT. BARRACKS - NIGHT (DUSK) We now see the Barracks completely (SHOOTING from flat on), the wooden bunks are housed in a low wooden building with eight two tier bunks on each side. A group of men are clustered around Keltner's bunk. Here we meet: ADOLF, a large, once powerful man, in his mid thirties. LUDWIG, once a fairly prosperous businessman before his politics landed him in prison, is older, and his bitterness is written all over his face. FRANZ, is the youngest. He is a sensitive looing twenty five year old, more than likely the "rebel" type of the 1930s. Helmut is in his upper bunk over Keltner writing on an old piece of paper with a scruffy pencil, which he bites to make a point of, and wets with his tongue like any fat butcher selling liverwurst and marking the price on a brown paper bag... (i.e. Brooklyn, circa 1928). We TRUCK the CAMERA down the long barrack to include the other men doing their things. A couple of men are getting ready for a card game... several others are comparing clothing, mending and helping one another, a couple play chess. A few are sleeping, but for the most part, most of the men lay in their bunks staring at the ceiling... The floors are spotless... suffice to say they better be... the walls have nothing hanging but a few socks drying... a torn calendar, wrong year, etc. CLOSE - KELTNER GROUP Johann sits with his back to CAMERA... at the edge of his bunk, leaving room on his bunk for Adolph, Ludwig, Franz. He is showing something to them that we cannot see. Keltner's body covers whatever it is that the three men are gawking at, facing CAMERA... and they are indeed gawking with delight and admiration. LUDWIG (seriously) I think we should eat it! KELTNER Not on your life... (catching himself) Er, that is... I wouldn't... FRANZ Put it somewhere so it can brighten up the place. LUDWIG (sourly) It would take a hell of a lot more than that to brighten up this place. ADOLF It'll be better than looking at your long face. Chuckling, Keltner rises. We BOOM UP with him, and as his head comes up over the top of the bottom bunk... he holds out the object for Helmut to see... It is a potato, a sorry looking spud... that Keltner has put in a small can of water and is beginning to sprout two sick-looking shoots. KELTNER (to Helmut) Do you see the way it's sprouting... I told you it wasn't completely rotten. HELMUT (his mind on his thing) That's nice, Johann. Do you remember when I filled out those last forms? The date might be important. KELTNER (almost annoyed) About four weeks ago, I think. LOOSER SHOT As Keltner walks away from Helmut's bunk. KELTNER I'll put it up here on the window sill, it'll get the morning sun. He reaches the window and starts to reach up, to place the potato on the sill... a hand shoots out holding the hand of Keltner... STOUT PRISONER Think you can trust your potato so close to me, Reverend? LUDWIG The potato he TRUSTS... it's you he doesn't trust! All the men laugh, including the "stout prisoner" who laughs the loudest... Keltner hands the stout prisoner the potato, who in turn takes same and places it gently on the window sill just adjacent to his bunk... after placing it on the sill, he gestures ala the trapeze artist after making a super truck, looking for applause... Keltner pats his leg in a gesture of "thank you". He starts back towards his bunk when the front door of the barracks flings open and the Guard enters. GUARD ATTENTION ! The men jump, but quickly, to their feet, and stand at attention at the front of their bunks, ala inspection in the army. They are rigid and waiting to hear what's up. The Guard takes a few steps into the barracks... behind him we see several prisoners carrying bunks waiting to enter the barracks. GUARD All the prisoners from the other side of the camp are being moved over to this side of the camp over to this side of the camp. Barracks "H" will make room for three additional bunks. He takes a few steps down the aisle... GUARD I want all the bunks moved down toward the far end. Get them as close together as possible. Now! GET MOVING! LONG SHOT The men scramble back to their own bunks and immediately begin pulling, shoving, and grumbling comments about being too overcrowded as it is... THE MEN (ad lib) Gotta have more room... We need more space... Hey, watch where you're going. This is stupid! GUARD (yelling) YOU! You down there at the end... get those bunks right up against the wall. CLOSE - HELMUT AND KELTNER As bunks are moved towards the far end of the barracks, Keltner and Helmut prepare to move their bunks, the last ones on their side. Helmut and Adolf, who have already made their move, come up to Keltner to help him with his bunk... Helmut sees that Keltner has help so he decides to back off and hide in his little corner with his pencil and scrap of paper... totally involved with his own pain and his undying fantasy about his ultimate release... WIDER SHOT - THE ENTIRE BARRACKS The guard looks down the barracks as the men just about finish the moving job... GUARD Hurry it up! Come on, get moving! The guard turns towards the door and motions for the SIX PRISONERS to enter the barracks... they enter by pairs, each pair carrying a double-tier bunk. Their personal belongings are piled on the bunks and slung over their shoulders in sacks (barracks bags)... the Guard motions for the two bunks to be placed next to Helmut's and one on the opposite side... next to the Stout Prisoner... NOTE: This arrangement leaves space for one additional bunk right by the door. The guard motions for the Stout Prisoner and Herman to give the new arrivals a hand with the placement of their bunks. GUARD Get them close. (he looks around the barracks) You're all going to be nice and cozy in here. STOUT PRISONER (in a loud voice) Yeah, like triplets before they are born to a mother weighing 98 pounds... HERMAN That's what I call cozy! The guard smiles, and all the men laugh... ANOTHER ANGLE The guard starts for the door, satisfied with the arrangements... as he gets the door open, Helmut runs over to catch him before he makes his exit... HELMUT (anxiously) Excuse me, sir, the papers... Did they arrive yet? GUARD (annoyed) They'll have to wait! He exits, closing the door behind him. Helmut, with a look of despair on his face, goes back to his bunk. MED. SHOT - HELMUT AND KELTNER HELMUT You'd think, since he was coming over here anyway, the least he could do was bring the papers with him. KELTNER This moving men around has undoubtedly kept him very busy... don't worry, he'll bring them. HELMUT I'm sure if I asked him again he'd really become annoyed with me. Would you remind him for me, please? KELTNER (kindly) Of course I will. Helmut climbs up to his bunk and goes back to his precious paper work. WIDER ANGLE As the new prisoners make up their bunks and arrange their belongings, the regulars of Barracks H, among them Adolf, Ludwig, Herman and Franz, begin moving towards them to meet them. Keltner turns to the new white-haired prisoner whose bunk is directly next to his. KELTNER I've seen you around the yard, but the others... WHITE-HAIRED MAN About thirty of them got here yesterday from the prison outside of Frankfurt. 1ST NEW PRISONER (who occupies the bunk above the white- haired prisoner) For the last three months we've been shuttled from one camp to another. 2ND NEW PRISONER (his bunk is the lower bunk on the direct opposite side) Now they're shuffling us from one side to another. I think they're trying to lose us. HERMAN Do you think they're bringing in war prisoners? LUDWIG I don't know why they're sending them here... we're overcrowded as it is. KELTNER No, no... it's got to be something else... Otherwise they would have left the bunks. ADOLF It could be possible that he is fixing up the barracks for some of his lady friends. KELTNER That many women? HERMAN (standing at attention) Reverend, we Germans are SUPERMEN! All the men break out in laughter at Herman's comment and his actions... but the laughter is cut short as they HEAR the door open again, and they all look in that direction. ANOTHER ANGLE SHOOTING OVER the men onto the door, entering is the same guard that was just there... this time he enters with two more prisoners carrying their bunks. One of them is JOSEF GALT, a burly bully like man, who knows all the tricks of survival, and ERNST UHLMANN, a think little man with a face like a weasel... they follow the Guard into the barracks proper. GUARD ATTENTION ! The men quickly snap to attention. The guard indicates for Galt and Uhlmann to put the bunk in the space right by the door. GALT We might as well be outside. UHLMANN If I get pneumonia, I'll hold the government responsible! GUARD With a little luck, you'll both get pneumonia! The guard turns and moves towards the door, stops, and turns to see all is well, and exits the door, closing it behind him. Galt sits on the lower bunk as Uhlmann sprints up to the upper bunk and looks towards the original men, who are just standing around watching the two new "fish"... then men sense trouble and slowly and quietly return to their own bunks... some of the other men just stare at the two new prisoners... UHLMANN (sitting on his bunk) It's sure quiet in here... WIDER ANGLE Uhlmann in his surveying the barracks spots the potato plant on the window sill... next to the Stout Prisoner's bunk... he jumps from his bunk and runs over towards the plant... he takes it from the window sill and yells over to Galt... UHLMANN Hey, Galt! Come over and look at this! GALT (coming over to Uhlmann) What is it? UHLMANN Ain't it cute? GALT It's a God damn posie! He and Uhlmann burst into laughter... UHLMANN Looks kinda sick, doesn't it? GALT (examining it) It's one of them potato things... and it sure as hell is sick! UHLMANN Maybe we should put it out of its misery. GALT No, we don't want to do that... we might break someone's heart. He looks around at the other prisoners. GALT Whose little plant is this? The stout prisoner gets up from his bunk and starts to move forward and challenge Galt... but Keltner jumps from his bunk and gets to Galt first. KELTNER (with deep conviction) The plant is MINE! GALT Is it now? Tell me precious... do you knit, too? KELTNER If necessary, I can... and I do ! This brings a ripple of laughter from the others... particularly the new prisoners who are delighted at seeing someone stand up to Galt for a change... Galt with a sneer on his face steps out into the aisle to face Keltner square on! GALT (to Uhlmann) What do you think of that, Uhlmann... he knits! UHLMANN Now, if he could just cook... Galt and Uhlmann laugh, but they are the only ones that do... GALT (coming out of the laugh) Can you cook, sweetheart? Keltner knows damn well he can't fight the brute, yet he realizes that if he steps down, life not only for him, but for the others in the barracks will be intolerable under Galt's bully rule. (During the following dialogue, Adolf, Franz, Ludwig, Herman and the Stout Prisoner... easy up a little closer to Keltner and Galt.) KELTNER If necessary, I can cook, yes! Now, if you don't mind, I'll take that plant! He holds out his hand... Galt, wearing a deceptive smile, eyes the older man... GALT Alright, old man, you really want it? He raises his arm over his head with the plant in that hand. GALT Go get it!! CLOSE - KELTNER He looks past Galt at Helmut who is sitting up on his bunk... CLOSER - KELTNER He looks at Helmut. His eyes try to encourage Helmut to do something, say something, do anything to show that he is on Keltner's side. CLOSE - HELMUT He sits up on his bunk, and wants nothing to do with the bully and his pranks... so he goes back to studying his papers and looks up again to catch Keltner's look of disappointment, and as Keltner turns away from Helmut... Helmut realizes he should do something to show Keltner he, indeed, cares... he jumps down from his bunk and grabs Galt by the arm and turns him around... they are now face to face... HELMUT Why don't you pick on someone your own size... GALT (shocked, but pleased that he finally got a rise out of someone) What? HELMUT (firmly) You heard me! Give him his plant back, and leave him alone... He didn't bother you ... and if you have to show your muscle, there's plenty of other guys to pick on! GALT You're my size! ... and with this, Galt smacks Helmut a shot across the mouth that sends him spilling into the corner, half knocked unconcious... he lays there with blood flowing from his mouth... Keltner leaves Galt and runs to the corner to see if Helmut is okay. Galt follows him... Keltner is leaning down checking Helmut... as Galt bends down next to the two of them... still holding the plant. GALT He's alright... that'll teach him to keep his nose out of my business... here's your plant! Galt makes like he's handing the plant to Keltner, who reaches for it, and as he does Galt slowly stands up making Keltner reach and reach and reach... and as Keltner gets closer and closer, Galt stands to his fullest height... making it literally impossible for Keltner to get it... Franz, Ludwig, Adolf, Herman and the Stout Prisoner (more than likely provoked by Helmut's stand, now circle Galt)... GALT (still holding the plant up high) Go on, little man, reach for it! Keltner, torn between seeing that Helmut is alright, and getting his plant back, tries to get it, and still looks to see that Helmut isn't hurt too bad... HERMAN (in a low menacing voice) Give it to him! Galt looks at him with a menacing stare... ADOLF You heard him... give it to him! FRANZ You've had your fun... give it to him... NOW! STOUT PRISONER (closing in on Galt) RIGHT NOW!! Galt realizes this is no time for a showdown... and with a childlike smile... grits his teeth... GALT Sure, here's your stupid flower or whatever you call it... Keltner takes it from him. KELTNER Thank you... Keltner leans down and picks Helmut up and walks him to his bunk, helps him onto it, and puts the plant on his own bunk... ANOTHER ANGLE The four men: Ludwig, Adolf, Franz and Herman stay with Galt, as does the Stout Prisoner... They are clustered around Galt. GALT What's the matter with you guys? Can't you take a joke? ADOLF What joke? GALT Hell, all I was doing was trying to have a little fun. LUDWIG Have it with someone else! GALT What's so special about him? ADOLF That's the Reverend. Even when they came and dragged him from his church... he kept right on preaching against them until they knocked him unconscious. Galt is silent for a beat. GALT Well, how the hell was I supposed to know? HERMAN NOW you know! Galt shoves his way through the five men and walks beaten, for the moment, to his own bunk... as the men disperse and walk back to their respective bunks... CLOSE - GALT AND UHLMANN Galt walks over and sits at the edge of his bunk, while Uhlmann swings his legs back and forth from his perched position on the top of his bunk... Galt gives him a stare... GALT You and your posies... UHLMANN That was close... GALT Where were you when I need you? UHLMANN I make love, not war! (goes giggly over what he just said) Hey, that's pretty good... I made that up... Make love, not war! I bet that would make a good slogan someday... GALT Aw, shut up! And he smacks his legs up and onto the bunk. TWO SHOT - KELTNER AND HELMUT Keltner with a wet towel in his hand cleaning the blood- dripping mouth of Helmut... KELTNER That was really very nice of you, Helmut... HELMUT Yeah, nice and STUPID! Helmut grabs the towel and throws it to the floor and turns on his side away from Keltner. Keltner bends down, gets the towel, sits on the edge of his bunk... looks up, wonders and ponders Helmut as we DISSOLVE TO: EXT. BARRACKS H - NIGHT The door to Barracks H slowly opens and Helmut peeks through the opening to see that all is clear... he slips out and walks along the dark, dreary alleyway towards the Guard's shack... he moves like a prisoner trying to miss the spotlights in a jail break... ANOTHER ANGLE Helmut gets to the Guards hut... he looks into the window, and sees the Guard he wants... sitting at his desk eating off a tray that has a meal fit for a king on it... including the "doilies"... wine, and a steak that would satisfy six men in Barracks H... Helmut looks around to be sure no one notices him and slowly slips up to the front door of the shack and knocks on the door... INT. GUARD'S SHACK - NIGHT GUARD (annoyed at being bothered) Come in! The meek and frightened Helmut enters the shack and walks over to the Guard's desk, and his eyes go immediately to the tray of food. While the Guard just stares at him... somewhat shocked at his presence in the shack. GUARD (breaking the silence) What the hell are you doing here? Who gave you permission to leave your quarters? Helmut tries to talk as the guard gets louder and louder. GUARD Are you some kind of privileged character? Helmut nods no... GUARD Then what are you doing out of the barracks? The frustration of not being able to answer, and the frustrations of being hungry... and the child-like treatment Helmut is getting from this Pig becomes emotionally too much... as he screams... HELMUT (turning red) If you'll shut your stupid mouth maybe I can answer one of your questions! The Guard looks at Helmut in disbelief... but at the same time a little delighted at this chance to show his German superiority... as he slowly gets up from behind the desk and crosses to Helmut, with a sneer that would frighten Rommel... GUARD (nose to nose with Helmut) I have a STUPID MOUTH? Helmut backs away towards the door, and the Guard moves closer and closer to him... backing him up against the door. HELMUT (meekly) I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice... He bows his head in fear, as well as concern for what he might have done to his chances of release. GUARD The volume of your voice isn't the issue... it's what comes out of your mouth that disturbs me... maybe you need a little lesson in respect and courtesy... And he smacks Helmut across the face with his black glove... GUARD ... and maybe I've been a little too soft with you... He smacks him again, harder... the glove now feels like a sword to Helmut... and his hands hang limp down by his sides. GUARD You see, Doork, I knew why you came in here... I knew why you left your barracks without permission... It's just that I hadn't heard you mention your release papers for so long I had hoped I could hear you begging once more... HELMUT (in a whisper) I'm sorry... GUARD (mimicking him) I'm sorry, I'm sorry... You're a sorry specimen of a human being... that's what you are... And he smacks him this time with all the force he can muster... GUARD Now, I will help you to your quarters, Herr Doork, here you will stay, and pray for release papers that may, or may not, ever come... This wakes Helmut's soul and he becomes erect and stonefaced at the words the guards just said... this look infuriates the guard even more... he grabs Helmut by the scruff of the neck... like grabbing a wet cat to be thrown out of the house... and he opens the door and pulls Helmut by the back of the office... out the door, down the three steps and onto the ground... and pulls him like a sack of potatoes to the barracks doorway... EXT. BARRACKS H - DOORWAY - NIGHT Helmut is just about beaten at this point as the guard opens the door of the barracks and pulls Helmut into the doorway, and his body stops on the threshold. INT. BARRACKS H - NIGHT SHOOTING OVER the men onto the doorway... in the deep b.g. the sad body and figure of the man lays in the doorway, as the Guard kicks him in the ribs, unmercifully... GUARD Now, get inside where you belong and don't ever let me catch you doing anything without permission again. Helmut slowly gets up... in pain and practically crawls to his bunk... having to pass all the men, almost as though he were ashamed .. he gets to his bunk, and tries vainly to get up to the top where he lives... Keltner helps him... and as he settles in his place... CLOSE - THE GUARD GUARD (yelling across the barracks) Reverend! If you don't watch that idiot, we may have to get him a keeper! The guard storms out the door... slamming it shut. CLOSE - KELTNER AND HELMUT Keltner leaning over the side of Helmut's bunk whispering... as the other men go back to their respective chores and whatever they were doing when the guard stormed in... KELTNER Helmut, Helmut, how could you think of doing such a thing? I begged you not to irritate him... and that I would ask him about your papers... that wasn't smart, Helmut... not smart at all... as a matter of fact... HELMUT (gritting his teeth) Leave me alone! ... and mind your own business... Just leave me be... Keltner knows this is nothing more than Helmut's dismay and pain in his heart talking... The kindly man drops down to his own bunk... just shaking his head... as if to say, how can I help him? as we: DISSOLVE TO: EXT. BARRACKS H - DAY The same Guard is motioning for the men to hurry and get outside... he is standing at the doorway to the barracks and the men are moving out into the ice cold morning as briskly as they can... the Guard moves inside after the last man has made his exit... INT. BARRACKS - DAY SHOOTING OVER the Guard as he looks around, we see Keltner coming out of the toilet area, rushing because he's late... he throws his towel on his bunk, and as he does... he sees what stops him in his tracks... KELTNER'S POV It is Helmut still sound asleep in his bunk... ANOTHER ANGLE Keltner moves towards Helmut to wake him... GUARD (in a sotto voice) Reverend, let him sleep... you move out, I'll take care of this... Keltner reluctantly starts to move out towards the front door, as the Guard passes him on his way to Helmut's bunk... Keltner goes out the door... the Guard sneaks over towards the bunk where Helmut is asleep and very sneakily slips the cover off Helmut's body... then proceeds to open the window above his head and the window alongside... and across the way and opens the back door... which is adjacent to the toilet area... and walks out of the barracks leaving the front door wide open... EXT. BARRACKS H - DAY All the men are lined up for inspection, they are all looking straight ahead as the Guard walks down the line. All except Keltner who can't help but look in the direction of the barracks where he knows Helmut is still sleeping. He throws a glance at the guard as if to say... why? Why are you doing this? Why did he leave Helmut sleeping, usually the one thing that would send the guard up a wall... why is he allowing this to happen? GUARD (as he finishes his walk) You are a sick looking group of things... I can't even call you human... because you're not... you're all lice... DISMISSED! The men break up and go about their business, they move in all directions, but Keltner starts for the doorway to the barracks and is detoured by the guard who knew he would, as he stands in the way of Keltner who has to turn away and go about his business... the Guard peeks into the barracks. INT. BARRACKS - GUARD'S POV - DAY Helmut still sleeping... EXT. BARRACKS - CLOSE - GUARD - DAY He is delighted... he grabs the door and slams it shut with a bang that would wake the dead... then opens it again and walks off... INT. BARRACKS - CLOSE - HELMUT - DAY He jumps from out of his hard sleep... foggy and unsure about where he is, what time it is and he looks around and sees the barracks are empty... and he panics... but he is also shivering... the barracks feel like the inside of a meat truck refrigerated somewhat below zero... Helmut grabs his pants from the front of his bunk, pulls the cover over him and tries to get the pants on under the cover... It is cold! (Photographically, we can show "cold"... Props: vapor/smoke.) He gets his pants on and jumps down onto the cold floor and dances from the ice-like floor, he bends down looking for his socks and shoes... he wears just a tee-shirt... Having trouble finding both shoes, he grabs the blanket again and covers himself with it, while searching for the other shoe... He finds the other shoe and proceeds to put them on... takes a beat and sees he has no socks on... reaches under the bank and pulls out the pair of socks... which stand straight up (from the cold ... he holds them in the air, and drops one at a time and they sound like "pans" hitting the floor... he takes one and blows warm air from his mouth into the socks, one at a time, which warms them... (Props: the socks need discussion!) He then proceeds to put his shoes on and puts one on, and then the other... now wearing both shoes he starts to tie the laces... he pulls them straight away to tie and they stand straight up! (Props: this is done with leather laces, pure leather... it works without any unnecessary rigging!) INSERT - THE STANDING STRAIGHT LACES BACK TO SCENE He finally gets them tied and starts, still sleepily, into the toilet area... (We can go for a great sound joke here.) He steps into the latrine, closes the door and we HEAR the SOUND of crushed ice being poured into the bowl... he flushes and we HEAR what might sound like an ice crusher... he steps out of the latrine and walks over to the basin and turns the water on. INSERT The water spigots... they both read "COLD". BACK TO SCENE And as he takes some water on his hands to his face... it is "cold" and his face just freezes from the pain of the cold... he looks around and sees the little metal ashtray, that looks like a small bowl or a tin from a used shaving cream lather soap... he fills it with water.. and to show his ingenuity, he takes a lighter from his pocket, places the tin on the edge of the sink and lights the fire under the tin (which couldn't possibly hold more than a handful of water) and proceeds to heat same... Once he is satisfied that it is at least warmer than the spigot supplied, he grabs for the tin which is so hot from the burning, he screams in another type pain... the pain of "HOT" hurting... he decides to flick his fingers in the tin bowl and splash some of the water on his face (which is by now, just drips of water)... brushes his teeth with his finger and soap... straightens his hair and exits the toilet to his bunk to get his shirt... another "ICE COLD" item... he feels how cold it is, and doesn't have the courage for another climate blast... he rolls up his shirt and places it under his armpit to warm it... as it hits under his arm... the cold just about wipes him out... he decides to sit on it... and he does. CLOSE - THE GUARD - AT THE DOOR He's been peeking all the while... He figures he's had his laugh, and it's the first time we see he can laugh... he steps into the barracks area, and yells: GUARD Doork! Move it out, and on the double!! Helmut jumps with fright, unravels his shirt, runs towards the open door putting on his shirt as we DISSOLVE TO: INT. BARRACKS H - NIGHT Most of the men are clustered around their bunks, and in the dull light we see some of them in the aisles, talking, playing cards... while most of the others are whistling, clapping, and laughing as Uhlmann does his silly little clog dance... it is apparent the ugly episode between Galt and Uhlmann has been forgotten for the moment. The lights are hung from cords down off the ceiling and for a complex this size it could use ten... there are but two. Uhlmann is having the time of his ignorant life... the more the men applaud, the more he "clog dances". MED. CLOSE SHOT - LUDWIG AND ADOLF They are both seated on their top bunk, Adolf enjoying the poor dance Uhlmann is giving as Ludwig looks down the aisle towards Helmut's bunk. LUDWIG (nudging Adolf) It looks like Helmut found some new ears to listen to his Super Star fantasies... Adolf takes a look, shrugs his shoulder, as if to say I couldn't care less... and goes on watching the action of Uhlmann and the other men... LUDWIG (to himself, but for Adolf to hear as well; a la Shakespeare, mimicking Helmut) Ringling Brothers would have done anything for me to appear with them but I had to do what was best for me! CLOSE - HELMUT AND THE FOUR NEW PRISONERS The four new men are surrounding Helmut on the top of his bunk listening to his bragging. HELMUT So I told Mr. Ringling if he wanted "Helmut" he'd have to bring his circus to Germany... I am a German, I told him, and my responsibility is to my own people who are my biggest fans. 1ST PRISONER (NEW ONE) Did you really say that? HELMUT (proudly) Of course I did... they offered me anything... anything I wanted to go with them. 2ND NEW PRISONER Hey! I saw the circus in Berlin about four years ago... Didn't you make your entrance in a long tail coat with a pair of tails on the jacket about fifty feet long? Sure! And a funny Little clown at the very end carrying the tails like a woman's train? Helmut studies the prisoners glare and decides he couldn't even remember the clown he saw was Gustav the Great, why not? No one would ever know... and he nods with a kind of studied humility... yes. 2ND NEW PRISONER You were great! Helmut eats it up. 2ND NEW PRISONER You should have seen him... You'd never know it was him... with the long tails and white tie... red nose... long hair... and a battered top hat... with the hair hanging way down to his shoulders... and, ah, let me see... oh, yeah... your mouth went from ear to ear. HELMUT (softly) Right! 3RD NEW PRISONER How do "clowns" ever come up with such ideas for faces and make-up? HELMUT It doesn't happen overnight... it takes years and years... You try many faces, then finally you hit the one that's just right for you. 4TH NEW PRISONER My kids will never believe this, I can't wait to... tell... His voice trails off as he realizes the hopelessness of what he was about to say. This puts a damper on the discussion and the men start to break up and get down off the bunk. Helmut, seeing his captive audience leaving... panics. HELMUT (emotionally) Wait, let me tell you some other things... I mean things that are really exciting and... please! Please... let me just have a few more... 1ST NEW PRISONER (ignoring Helmut completely) What's going on with those guys? He's looking off down the aisle where Uhlmann has his audience... The four prisoners move out into the aisle to get a better look, leaving Helmut perched on his bunk with a pleading and broken look of despair... HELMUT (a last attempt) Did you know "clowns" literally bequeath their faces to their sons, or sometimes to... He realizes it's futile as the four new prisoners move towards Uhlmann and the others down the aisle... 3RD PRISONER Come on, let's see what's such fun... He moves and the others move along with him. Helmut thinks about joining them, and starts to move off his bunk but his body won't respond... he just hangs there limply... his head lowered, a sad man. ANOTHER ANGLE SHOOTING OVER the men placing Helmut in the very deep b.g. as we see the four new prisoners walk over to watch the action... MED. CLOSE - UHLMANN, GALT, KELTNER, AND OTHERS Uhlmann is just finishing his dance with a spin, when he finally gets dizzy and topples over on one of the bunks. All the men applaud wildly. Uhlmann laying half down and half up on the lower bunk he landed on, breathing heavily... yells over to Galt... UHLMANN Hey, Galt, it's your turn, how about doin' one of your belly dances for us? All the men agree and start yelling for Galt to do it... Galt moves out into the center of the aisle in the clearing made by the men, and holds up his hands for silence... they quiet down and Galt looks around until he spots Keltner. GALT Reverend? The men become very still, they look from Galt to Keltner and back to Galt, their eyes reflecting suspicion of him, wondering what he's up to now. Galt is fully aware of this. GALT Well, Reverend, what do you think? Would a little belly-dancing be too much for the boys? Keltner studies Galt for a beat, then accepts his offer of a truce. KELTNER (moving over towards Galt) A little fun is what we need... so... if you'll all hold the noise down, I'll join in. A hushed cheer goes up from the men as Keltner stands besides Galt. Galt holds his hands over his head and nods for Keltner to do the same thing. The Reverend does, and now Galt begins undulating his hips. Keltner studies the move for a beat and then does the same thing but with comical awkwardness. Franz starts playing a slow sensuous rhythm on his harmonica. The men clap and whistle softly. CLOSE SHOT - HELMUT He is sitting upright on top of his bunk, watching what Galt has Keltner doing, a look of disgust passes his face as he turns away from what he'd been watching and gets busy with his papers and figuring again. MED. SHOT - GALT, KELTNER They are just finishing their dance. The men applaud wildly but softly... Keltner, puffing, moves over to the side and sits on one of the bunks to catch his breath. Galt takes a few bows, and the men react with applause and whistling that's beginning to take on "noise" proportions... Keltner motions for the men to hold it down... and they do. 4TH NEW PRISONER Say, why don't we get the clown to do something? GALT A clown? Who's a clown?? HERMAN You've heard of "Helmut Doork". That's him down there! LUDWIG Don't waste your time. You'll never get the Great Doork to do anything. WIDER SHOT as he starts walking towards Helmut's bunk... 1ST NEW PRISONER Oh, I'm sure he will! The others follow right behind. There is a look on Keltner's face like he would like to stop them, but between his puffing and his certainty that Helmut will be alright, he stays where he is. CLOSE - ADOLF as he walks with the others. ADOLF You're wasting your time. He doesn't perform for the likes of us... he'll turn you down. LUDWIG He's right, we've been asking him for three years... I have a feeling he only does his little routines for the crowned heads of Europe. ADOLF And, of course, the BIG heads of Berlin. There is general laughter... as the group arrives at Helmut's bunk. CLOSE - HELMUT He sees something's going to happen, he puts his papers away and sits upright... waiting... his eyes catch Galt's eyes peering at him. Galt tells it all with his eyes... This one isn't "sacred" to the men... he might just be the pigeon Galt's been hoping for... the one every bully looks for, for his own brand of fun. 1ST PRISONER How about it, Doork? HELMUT (swinging his legs around ready to jump down) I'd like to, but I can't... really... I can't. GALT (strongly) Can't? Did I hear you say you can't? HELMUT (it stops him in his tracks; he stays up on the bunk) I'd like to do something... but... (pointing to the 2nd New Prisoner) He can tell you... He's seen me work... I need props... make-up... I work with a lot of different things... 2ND NEW PRISONER That's right... I did... and he does! HELMUT (in fast) Sure, tell them... I can't just do anything... I need lights, props, my costume. Galt doesn't like no for an answer... GALT (gritting his teeth) Now, me and these... gentlemen... we don't expect you to do your "act", just a little something that'll give us a laugh, that's all. Keltner moves in from o.s. and stands at the back of the group watching and listening. LUDWIG (to all the men) Aw, forget it... and that's probably his problem... he's forgotten how! GALT (trying to suck him in) Wait a minute, you guys... show people have to be in a mood... (to Franz) Play a little music, like in a circus... Franz starts playing his harmonica... slowly... GALT There! Ain't that nice? Don't it put you in a mood? HELMUT (getting fed up) I TOLD YOU! I need things to do my act. 2ND NEW PRISONER Hey, Doork, what about that drunk routine... that was funny... Helmut looks at him puzzled... he can't think or remember anything at this point... certainly not anything relating to any of the previous lies he's told... GALT (pacifying his head off) Yeah, that drunk thing... that does sound funny... HELMUT I still need many things... props and... 2ND NEW PRISONER (puzzled) I don't remember you using anything in that drunk routine. GALT (starting to fume) Hey... are you trying to fool us? With this Keltner moves in and up to Galt. KELTNER Leave him alone! GALT Stay out of this, Reverend. We're not doing anything... We just want him to join in the fun. UHLMANN (to the men) Right! If a Reverend can give us a laugh, why not a clown? All the men ad lib their agreement with what Uhlmann just said; it appears that they are all on Galt's side, and Keltner knows it. KELTNER (to Helmut, softly) It doesn't have to be anything special... a little dance, maybe? HELMUT (taking it all out on Keltner) Like that disgusting exhibition you did? Oh, no... not me! 4TH NEW PRISONER Go on, Doork, so I can tell my kids. HELMUT Can't you get it through your heads, I need... GALT (firmly) WE need you to give us a laugh. Galt grabs Helmut's jacket and pulls him off the bunk, nose to nose to him... GALT So... TRY! Galt has Helmut by the neck portion of the jacket, practically choking him to death... his vice-like hands are closing in on his throat and Helmut's trying vainly just to breathe... One of the prisoners starts pounding his feet and making a march-like noise yelling from the other end... "So try!"... "So try!"... "So try!"... "So try!"... the other prisoners in the barracks pick up the chant and the stomping... Keltner doesn't even hear the racket they've started because of his concern for Helmut being choked to death... He tries to loosen Galt's hands from Helmut's throat. KELTNER That's enough, leave him alone! GALT Stay out of it, Reverend! Galt spins Helmut around so that his back is facing the aisle and he walks him into the center area... the other men feeling this violence happening, and watching. Helmut being choked, triggers all of their venom and their hate and they really come on strong... stomping, yelling... THE MEN (ad lib) Choke him harder... see if that's funny! Make him dance! Hey, Doork!... be funny now! He don't look so funny to me! He sure as hell looks funny to me! Hey, Galt, pull his string and make the dummy funny! And they stomp and they stomp and they stomp... "So try!"... "So try!"... They get louder and louder... Helmut is kicking his legs, which are off the ground, and Galt won't let go. CLOSE - HELMUT His face is turning color... he hasn't a lot of air left in his lungs... and Keltner is practically hanging onto Galt trying to get his hands loose... and Galt could carry another three men without batting an eye. Galt puts him down slowly, in the middle of the aisle, so that just his feet touch the ground, but he keeps his hands around his throat. GALT Your public is calling, clown... now, clown! WIDER SHOT SHOOTING OVER Galt, Keltner and Helmut, we see the door of the barracks slam open and bang against the wall making more noise than anything all the men made together, and they all freeze... MED. CLOSE - THE GUARD He stands in the doorway, legs spread apart, hands on his waist... and he is wearing a raincoat, the barracks has become totally silent... all that is heard is the rain pecking away on the roof. Galt has let go of Helmut who just lays on the floor with Galt and Keltner on both sides of him... GUARD (walking slowly into the barracks) What is going on here? (to Helmut) On your feet! Helmut gets up, dizzily, just about getting oxygen back into his system... GALT (like a little boy) He was showing us some of his funny clown falls... The Guard surveys the faces of the others as they stare back. GUARD Because of all the noise coming from in here -- I have been called up front to explain... I don't like to be called up front... I don't like to have to explain... (menacingly) And, you might not like it, either. (a beat) Back to your bunks, all of you... Turn out the lights, and keep it QUIET ! As the guard turns to the door to go, Helmut takes a step forward about to stop the guard, Keltner grabs his arm and turns him the other way... the Guard exits closing the door, quietly behind him... The men start to disperse... Galt gives Helmut a "I'll get you for this" look and returns to his own bunk with Uhlmann almost up his ass following... Keltner leads Helmut back to their bunk. HELMUT (whispering) I was just going to ask him about the forms... my release... KELTNER (shaking his head) That was not the time, believe me! Keltner sits Helmut down next to him on his lower bunk, as Helmut rubs his throat, and tries swallowing a few times... KELTNER Hurt much? HELMUT (beaten) No, I'm alright... thank you. They both sit in silence... Helmut breaks the silence... HELMUT Johann, why do they pick on me? I've never done anything to them. KELTNER You've never done anything for them! Helmut dislikes Keltner's remark and gets up from the lower bunk and starts up to his. He gets to the top bunk and starts to get onto it, stops and whispers to Keltner. HELMUT You think I should have performed? KELTNER The men would have appreciated it. Helmut rolls into his bunk, the lights go out and he lies on his back staring at the ceiling. Keltner sits on the side of his bunk and takes his shoes off... periodically the rays from the searchlights revolving outside cross the windows to momentarily flood the barracks with light. After a few seconds, Helmut leans over to whisper to Keltner. HELMUT Johann! KELTNER (he stands up, eye level with Helmut) What is it? HELMUT They don't believe me, do they? I mean about being a clown? KELTNER Oh, I'd say you've convinced most. However -- (a long beat) There is one you haven't convinced... Helmut stares at Keltner, knowing full well what's coming... yet doesn't have the courage to take the chance that it might be another thought... so he waits... KELTNER (gently) You, Helmut... you! CLOSE - HELMUT The truth of Keltner's charge hits Helmut with an overpowering force. He looks at Keltner for a beat... his eyes filled with pain, then slowly turns away from him, leaving him standing there as we PAN with Helmut and HOLD on... CLOSE - THE WINDOW The rain is pouring down. DISSOLVE TO: FULL SHOT - YARD - DAY It is the next morning, a chilly, damp day following a night of rain. LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.) Attention! Attention! All prisoners will assemble immediately in the yard. All prisoners will assemble immediately in the yard. Attention! Attention! The loudspeakers repeat the command. Across the muddy, puddle splotched yard, a barbed wire barricade about six feet high has been erected, dividing the camp in two. A number of guards patrol the fence on both sides. EXT. BARRACKS H - WINDOW - DAY Uhlmann is looking out into the yard. He motions to someone to "take a look at this". INT. BARRACKS H - DAY Galt has just arrived at the window where Uhlmann is standing. UHLMANN They've put up barbed wire! MED. SHOT - FAVORING HELMUT, KELTNER They look at each other in wonder as they start into the aisle. The men in the barracks are frantically trying to organize themselves. EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY The prisoners are pouring out of the barracks doorway. Galt and Uhlmann are already standing outside as Helmut, Keltner, Herman, Adolf, Franz, Ludwig, Stout Prisoner, New Prisoners, join them. All look o.s. momentarily speechless at what they see. GALT What the hell... ? FULL SHOT - YARD - PRISONERS' POV Beyond the fence we see men, women and children standing in groups near the barracks on that side of the camp. The SOUND of children crying can be heard. VARIOUS SHOTS - MEN As they quickly scurry to line up in front of their own hut. STOUT PRISONER Youngsters! They've got youngsters over there. YOUNG PRISONER Women! ADOLF Another fence! MED. SHOT - PRISONERS - FAVORING KELTNER Helmut stands next to him. HELMUT What does it mean? What do they need a fence for? KELTNER (shaking his head) Misery loves company. Looks like they're going to deny us even that. The Guard is shoving the late-comers into place. GUARD All right. All right, move. Hurry it up. Move. ANOTHER ANGLE SHOOTING ACROSS the prisoners in f.g. toward the new fence. Guards move among the men, herding them into lines. On the other side of the fence, we can see the new arrivals lining up, being prodded into place by Guards. LONG SHOT - PRISON YARD - DAY On both sides of the fence, the prison inmates have assembled in the wet, forbidden yard. On one side are the regular prisoners, who watch the guards warily as they straighten their lines. On the other side are the new prisoners -- about two hundred frightened Jews of all ages, including thirty or forty children and a number of very old men and women. They stand in absolute silence as the loudspeakers blare again, except for the crying children. LOUDSPEAKER Attention! The Commandant issues the following special order: the north side of the camp is now temporary quarters for non-Aryan prisoners. Fraternizing between Aryan and non-Aryan prisoners is strictly prohibited. Any violation of this order will be severely punished. Heil Hitler... Repeating... ANOTHER ANGLE SHOOTING THROUGH the booted, outspread legs of a soldier guard in f.g. toward the line of prisoners behind him. One woman holds a child of about three who cries inconsolably. LOUDSPEAKER The Commandant issues the following special order: As the announcement is read, the guard's legs turn around, and he walks away from the CAMERA toward the woman. He stands before her menacingly, and she clutches the child closer to her in a futile attempt to hush its crying. LOUDSPEAKER The north side of the camp is now temporary quarters for non-Aryan prisoners. Fraternizing between Aryan and non-Aryan prisoners is... MED. SHOT - PRISONERS SHOOTING along line of prisoners from barracks H to show their various reactions as the announcement continues -- disdain, surprise, sympathy and relief. The guard stands with his back to the line at the end farthest from the CAMERA. Galt is near the CAMERA. GALT (under his breath) Jews! Prisoners nearest to Galt eye him questioningly. LOUDSPEAKER ... strictly prohibited. Any violation of this order will be severely punished. Heil Hitler. The loudspeakers go dead. The prisoners stand silently studying the new arrivals across the yard. The new prisoners self-consciously file back into their huts on the other side of the fence. As the prisoners begin to break rank -- GUARD Prisoners from barracks H remain in line. Barracks H will remain in line. The prisoners turn and look in direction of the Guard as they straighten their lines. The guard paces slowly along the line inspecting it silently. On the fringes of the scene, we can see prisoners from other barracks gathering to see what their fellow convicts are in for. MED. CLOSE SHOT - GUARD Finally he stops and contemplates his shabby charges with disgust. GUARD I said last night I didn't think I would enjoy being called up to account for the noise coming from barracks H. I can tell you this morning I didn't enjoy it. He walks down the line, looking at each man. GUARD I don't know what caused the trouble last night, but I'm not blaming you entirely. (fatherly) I failed you. I should have seen that you all have much too much energy for the confined life you lead here. (he smiles benevolently) GUARD We're going to correct that. I've been told that energy comes from food. MED. SHOT - PRISONERS Their faces reflect that they know what is coming. ANOTHER ANGLE SHOOTING PAST the line of prisoners in f.g. to the Guard, who has paused to let his words sink in. GUARD So... to help you... all rations are canceled for the next... forty-eight hours. A hushed ripple of ad lib grumbling and growling rolls along the line of prisoners. GUARD And, if that doesn't quiet you down, I'll think of some other ideas you'll like even less. I'm going to make this barracks the quietest in the camp. (roaring) Is that clear? The prisoners are silent but their faces register their resentment. GUARD Now, don't blame me. (with sly meaning) I didn't start the trouble last night. The truth of what he has said is reflected in the faces of the men. GUARD Fall out. ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING HELMUT, KELTNER As they stand with the other prisoners, watching the guard move off. Keltner looks worried, the others are angry, Helmut seems undecided as his eyes follow the guard. HERMAN Bastard! STOUT PRISONER I can't go without food. I'll starve. Suddenly Helmut makes up his mind and starts off after the Guard. Keltner, sensing the mood of the men, puts a restraining hand on his arm, whispers to him hoarsely. KELTNER Helmut, don't. But Helmut shakes him off and hurries away. The other prisoners notice where he is headed and exchange looks. Keltner shakes his head. Galt's eyes narrow as he watches Helmut run off after the guard. GALT (loudly) He's the one we can thank for the diet. MED. SHOT - GUARD - MOVING The CAMERA MOVES BACKWARD as the Guard strides toward it, his face sour. Behind him we can see Helmut running to catch up to him. When he is close enough... HELMUT Sir? Corporal... The guard stops and turns so abruptly that Helmut almost runs into him. GUARD What? HELMUT (obsequiously) Doork. Helmut Doork. Remember? The papers... You said... Remember the special forms for the Gestapo to review my case. GUARD No papers. He stalks off. Helmut starts to say something more but thinks better of it. Crushed, he starts back towards his barracks, head down. He walks sadly for several steps, then looks up and stops, his expression changing to one of uneasiness. MED. SHOT - PRISONERS - HELMUT'S POV A dozen of Helmut's barracks-mates, including Galt, Uhlmann, Adolf, Ludwig, Herman, the Stout Prisoner, several of the New Prisoners, are drifting across the yard towards him, and the looks on many faces bode no good for Helmut. FULL SHOT - HELMUT, PRISONERS The men converge and form a half circle around him. As the men close in on him, he moves back until we cna see the barbed wire fence behind him. Helmut senses their disposition and remains warily silent. Keltner and Franz stand slightly behind the pack. GALT What'd you say now, Mr. Doork, Almighty! (to men) Last night he wouldn't give us a laugh. Today they won't give us food. LUDWIG (venomously) What were you doing? Making a deal with your guard pal to slip you some food? HELMUT (indignantly) No! I was asking him about the forms he'd promised to get me. (admonishing) Because of last night... I'm not getting them. Keltner, seeing how disappointed Helmut is, moves up through the group. KELTNER (encouragingly) When this blows over, Helmut, we'll... LUDWIG (interrupting) Don't feel sorry for him. He's got no one to blame but himself. The whole thing was his doing. ADOLF He's been telling us how great he is; how funny. Why? Why couldn't he have done a trick or two for us? UHLMANN The Reverend did a turn. What's so special about him? The men voice agreement... Helmut should have performed. Helmut starts to go around one end of the semi-circle but the men bar his way. KELTNER Don't start anything here. We're in enough trouble. The other prisoners in the b.g., those who have remained in the yard to see what was going to happen to the men of barracks H, sense trouble, the kind they want no part of, and begin scurrying back to their own barracks. UHLMANN We're not starting anything, we're finishing something. GALT We've decided Doork here is going to keep us laughing so hard we won't be able to hear our stomachs growling. STOUT PRISONER Better hurry it up, clown. 'Cause my stomach's growling already. Can you hear it? HERMAN Hear it! The whole place hears it. The men take a few steps toward Helmut as they call for him to perform. MEN Yeah, Doork, do a trick. How about that night in Munich when they wouldn't stop laughing. How about it, Doork? Come on, just a little trick. Give us one laugh. That's all we're asking for. Come on, Helmut, do something. Helmut, hoping to stall the inevitable, still hoping to preserve for a while longer his beautiful myth of being a great clown, holds up his hands for the men to be quiet. Franz interpreting the gesture as giving in to the demands of the men... FRANZ (excitedly) He's going to do it! He's going to do it! The men quiet down and move back a few steps to give Helmut room. HELMUT (grandly) Nothing pleases an artist more than to perform. I'm going to do a real show for you. All I ask is that you give me a little time... time to get things together... things I can use as props... I'll even try to make a costume, and... ADOLF You don't need a costume. We've got imagination. (TO MEN) Right? Murmurs of agreement. HERMAN Do the drunk pretzel like the kid suggested last night. GALT (commanding) And do it now, clown. No more stalling. Helmut, still trying to hold on to his dream of greatness, draws himself up proudly and begins to move forward. HELMUT Let me through. ADOLF Aren't we good enough for you? LUDWIG He'd do his tricks fast enough if his guard pal asked him. Wouldn't you, Doork? As the mention of the word "guard" the mood of the men turns ugly. MED. SHOT - PRISONERS - HELMUT'S POV Their faces show their determination that Helmut will perform or... else. KELTNER Do something, Karl. For God's sake, do something. GALT And be sure it's funny. MED. SHOT - HELMUT, GALT Helmut is frightened. He strains to look beyond the men for help. He opens his mouth to scream for the Guard, but Galt puts his hand over Helmut's mouth. GALT (his face pressed close to Helmut's) You make us scream... scream with laughter... or I'll tear you to shreds on the wire. Galt presses Helmut right up to the barbed wire fence so he can feel the barbs in his back. FULL SHOT - HELMUT, MEN Galt takes his hand away from Helmut's mouth. Helmut doesn't utter a sound. He knows that Galt and the men mean business and he now must do something. He nods his head. HELMUT All right... all right. The men move back to give him room. Frantically, he tries to think of something to do... he knows it must be great... or else his myth will explode. He walks around in a little circle, trying, trying to think of something. Finally he faces them. He bows his legs and pretends he's a bow-legged man trying to walk a high wire, but he's so frightened the result is pathetic, not funny. PAN SHOT - PRISONERS The camera works across their faces, which are expressionless. MED. SHOT - HELMUT Seeing that he is getting no reaction from his "audience", Helmut tries something else. He pulls his shirt over his head and walks around like a headless man. He pretends to trip over some unseen object, peers through the front of his shirt at it, and stamps on the object. Again he tries to walk over it, and again he slips. MED. SHOT - HELMUT, MEN as Helmut starts to repeat the same routine, many of the men are openly contemptuous. Galt wears a smirk. Keltner, unable to watch Helmut's degradation, moves away. Others express their disappointment, their disdain. MEN If he's Germany's greatest clown, God help the Fatherland. Doork, the Great! You got paid for that? To go without food is bad enough, but to have to watch that! 2ND NEW PRISONER (accusingly) You're not the clown I saw. You lied. You're big all right. A big liar. 4TH NEW PRISONER (contemptuously) And I was going to tell my kids! UHLMANN He's no clown. Not even a bad one. HELMUT I am. I am a clown! They move away from him. HELMUT (continuing) Give me a chance. I just got started. But the men continue to walk away. Helmut tries to do a hand stand, but his hands slip in the mud, and he lands ignominously on all fours. When he looks up, only Adolf, Galt and Uhlmann remain. ADOLF (sadly) That's what we've been eating our hearts out to see! (a beat) You stink. You really stink. HELMUT I... I slipped. I can do it. Seeing the disbelief on their faces, Helmut becomes almost hysterical. He is still on his knees. HELMUT I am a clown. I am. I am. He pounds on the ground in frustration. Galt spits contemptuously, and the three start to leave. Galt turns back, looks down at Helmut. Very deliberately, he comes forward to stand at a mud puddle. GALT Doork the Great. With that he kicks a shower of mud directly into Helmut's face. CLOSE SHOT - HELMUT The mud splatters over his face. He cries out. His hands go to his eyes instinctively. he kneels there, rocking back and forth in misery. Then from o.s., we HEAR a tiny, tentative laugh -- the tiniest laugh ever heard. Helmut looks up quickly. He isn't sure that he heard it. Then it comes again, a little stronger. He looks around quickly to see who has come back to taunt him, to ridicule him. LONG SHOT - PRISON YARD - HELMUT'S POV The yard is empty except for a few prisoners from other barracks way off on the other side. CLOSE SHOT - HELMUT He is puzzled. Then again he hears the laugh o.s. He turns slowly to look behind him. MED. SHOT - BOY - HELMUT'S POV On the other side of the fence stands a wide-eyed boy of about eight, who is watching Helmut timidly. The ragged youngster laughs again, hesitantly, as if unsure what Helmut is doing is supposed to be funny, but finding it so nevertheless. CLOSE SHOT - HELMUT He looks uncertainly at the youngster. Is the child ridiculing him, too? He leans over the mud puddle and looks at his reflection. He likes what he sees. The mud on his face looks almost like a primitive clown mask. Very deliberately Helmut scoops up more mud and puts a blob of it on the end of his nose. He waits for the child's reaction. CLOSE SHOT - BOY His eyes are laughing, but his little lips are pressed tight together. He has been taught not to make sounds... not even sounds of laughter. But finally what he is looking at becomes too much for him and the laughter spills out between his lips as they form a smile. He laughs delightedly now, satisfied that Helmut is being purposely amusing. TWO SHOT - HELMUT, BOY Helmut gets to his feet, bows slightly and stiffly to the child, and then attempts another hand stand. This time he holds himself up for a moment and then deliberately allows himself to fall on his back in the mud. CLOSE SHOT - HELMUT As he lands, he quickly glances off towards his barracks, but from the look of disappointment on his face, we know that none of his barracks mates are watching. When he hears more laughter from o.s., he quickly rolls on his side to look. MED. SHOT - CHILDREN - HELMUT'S POV 