EXT – DAIRY FARM- DAY
The modest dairy farm in the countryside of Nancy, France (what the
French call cow country).
We Read a SUBTITLE in the sky above the farm house;
“ONCE UPON A TIME IN…
NAZI OCCUPIED FRANCE”
This SUBTITLE disappears, and is replaced by another one;
One year into the German
occupation of France”.
The farm consists of a house, small barn, and twelve cows spread
The owner of the property, a bull of a man FRENCH FARMER, brings a axe
up and down on A tree stump blemishing his property. However simply by
sight, you’d never know if he’s been beating at this stump for the last
year, or just started today.
One of his three pretty teenage daughters, is hanging up laundry on
the clothes line. As she hangs up a white bed sheet, she hears a
noise, moving the sheet aside she see’s;
A Nazi town car convertible, with two little nazi flags attached to
the hood, a NAZI SOLDIER behind the wheel, a NAZI OFFICER alone in the
back seat, following TWO OTHER NAZI SOLDIERS on motorcycles, coming up
over the hill on the country road leading to their farm.
The French Farmer sinks his axe in the stump, looks over his shoulder,
and see’s the Germans approaching.
The FARMERS WIFE, CHARLOTTE comes to the doorway of their home,
followed by her TWO OTHER TEENAGE DAUGHTERS, and see the Germans
The Farmer yells to his family in FRENCH, SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH;
Go back inside and shut the door.
Julie, get me some water from the pump
to wash up with, then get inside with
The young lady runs to the water pump by the house. She picks up a
basin, and begins pumping, after a few pumps, water comes out
splashing into the basin.
The French Farmer sits down on the stump he was previously chopping
away at, pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, wipes sweat from off
his face, and waits for the Nazi convoy to arrive. After living for
a year with the sword of Damocles suspended over his head, this may
very well be the end.
Julie finishes filling the water basin, and places it on the window
Thank you darling, now go inside and
take care of your mother. Don’t run.
Julie walks inside the farm house and closes the door behind her.
As her father stands up from his stump, and moves over to the window
sill with the water basin…
.The SOUND of the ENGINES of the two motorcycles and car get LOUDER.
The Farmer SPLASHES water from the basin on his face and down his
front. He takes a towel off a nail, and wipes the excess water from
his face and chest, as he watches the two motorcycles, the one
automobile, and the four representatives of the National Socialist
Party come to a halt on his property.
We don’t move into them, but keep observing them from a distance, like
The TWO NAZI MOTORCYCLIST are off their bikes, and standing at
attention next to them.
The NAZI DRIVER has walked around the automobile, and opened the door
for his superior.
The NAZI OFFICER says to The Driver in UNSUBTITLED GERMAN;
This is the property of Perrier LaPadite?
Yes heer Colonel.
The Nazi officer climbs out of the back the vehicle, carrying
in his left hand
Herman, until I summon you, I am to be
As you wish Heer Col.
The S.S. COLONEL yells to The Farmer in FRENCH, SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH;
Is this the property of Perrier LaPadite?
I am Perrier LaPadite.
The S.S. Colonel crosses the distance between them with long strides,
and says in French with a smile on his face;
It is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur
LaPadite, I am Colonel Hans Landa of
COLONEL.HANS LANDA offers the French Farmer PERRIER LAPADITE his hand.
The Frenchman takes the German hand in his and shakes it.
How may I help you?
I was hoping you could invite me inside
your home and we may have a discussion.
INT – LAPADITE FARM HOUSE – DAY
The door to the farm house swings open, andtheaFarmer gesturestfor
the S.S. COL to enter. Removing his grey S.S. cap,
inside the Frenchman’s home.
Col Landa is immediately greeted with the sight of the Farmers wife,
and three pretty daughters standing together in the kitchen, smiling
in his direction.
The Farmer enters behind him, closing the door.
Colonel Landa, this is my family.
The S.S. COL clicks his heels together, and takes the hand of the
French Farmers Wife…
Col Hans Landa of the S.S. madame,
at your service.
He kisses her hand, then continues without letting go of his hostess
please excuse my rude intrusion on your
Don’t be ridiculous, heer Col.
While still holding the French Woman’s hand, and looking into her
eyes, The S.S. Colonel says;
Monsieur LaPadite, the rumors I have
heard in the village about your family
are all true. Your wife is a beautiful
His eyes leave the mother, and move to the three daughters.
(CON’ T )
And each of your daughters is more lovely
then the last.
Merci. Please have a seat.
The Farmer offers The S.S. Colonel a seat at the families wooden
dinner table. The Nazi officer excepts the French Farmers offer,
and lowers himself into the chair. Placing his grey S.S. cap on
the table, and keeping his black attache case on the floor by his
The Farmer (perfect host) turns to his Wife and says;
Charlotte, would you be so good as to get
The Colonel some wine?
Merci be coupe Monsieur LaPadite, but no
wine. This being a dairy farm one would
be safe in assuming you have milk?
Then milk is what I prefer.
The mother of three, takes a craft of milk out of the ice box,
and pours a tall glass of the fresh white liquid for The Colonel.
The S.S. Colonel takes a long drink from the glass, then puts it down
LOUDLY on the wooden table.
Monsieur, to both your family, and your
cows, I say; Bravo.
Please, join me at your
The French Farmer sit’s at his wooden dinner table across from
The Women remain standing.
Col Landa leans forward, and says to the Farmer in a low tone of
Monsieur LaPadite, what we have to
discuss,’ would be better discussed in
private. You’ll notice, I left my men
outdoors- if it wouldn’t offend them,
could you ask your lovely ladies to step
You are right.
(to his women)
Charlotte, would you take the girls
outside. The Colonel and I need to have
a few words.
The Farmers wife follows her husbands orders, and gathers her
daughter’s taking them outside, closing the door behind them.
The Two Men are alone, at the farmers dinner table, in the Farmers
Monsieur LaPadite, I regret to inform
you I’ve exhausted the extent of my
French. To continue to speak it so
inadequately, would only serve to
embarrass me. However, I’ve been lead
to believe you speak English quite well?
Well, it just so happens, I do as well.
This being your house, I ask your
permission to switch to English, for the
remainder of the conversation?
By all means.
They now speak ENGLISH;
Monsieur LaPadite, while I’m very
familiar with you, and your family.
I have no way of knowing if you are
familiar with who I am. Are you aware
of my existence?
The Farmer answers;
This is good. Are you aware of the job
I’ve been ordered to carry out in France?
The Colonel drinks more milk.
Please tell me what you’ve heard?
I’ve heard, the fuhrer has put you in
charge of rounding up the Jews left in
France who are ether hiding, or passing
The S.S.Colonel smiles.
The Fuhrer couldn’t of said it better
But the meaning of your visit, pleasant
though it is, is mysterious to me.
The Germans looked through my house nine
months ago for hiding Jews, and found
I’m aware of that, I read the report on
this area. But like any enterprise,
when under new management, there’s
always a slight duplication of efforts.
Most of it being a complete waste of time,
but needs to be done nevertheless.
I just have A few questions Monsieur
LaPadite, if you can assist me with
answers, my department can close the
file on your family.
Taking his black leather attache case, and placing it on the table, he
takes out a folder from inside. He also extracts a expensive black
fountain pen from his uniform front pocket. Opening the folder, and
referring to it;
Now before the occupation there were
four Jewish families in this area, all
dairy farmers like yourself.
The Loveitts, The Doleracs, The Rollins,
and The Dreyfus’s, is that correct?
To my knowledge those were the Jewish
families among the dairy farmers.
– Heer Colonel, would it disturb you if
I smoked my pipe?
Looking up from his papers.
Please, Monsieur LaPadite, it is your
house, make yourself comfortable.
The Farmer gets up from the table, goes to his shelf over the
fireplace, and removes from it a WOODEN BOX that contains all the
fixins to his pipe. He sits back down at the table with his Nazi
As The Farmer loads the bowel of his pipe with tobacco, sets a match
to it, and begins slowly puffing, making it red hot, the S.S. Colonel
studies the papers in front of him.
Now according to these papers, all
the Jewish families in this area have
been accounted for – except, The Dreyfusis.
Somewhere in the last year it would appear
they have vanished.
Which leads me to the conclusion that
they’ve ether made good their escape,
or someone is very successfully hiding
(looking up from
his papers, across
the table at The
What have you heard about The Dreyfusis
Only rumors –
– I love rumors! Facts can be so
misleading, where rumors, true or false
are often reveling. So Monsieur LaPadite,
what rumors have you heard regarding
The Farmerlooks at Landa.
Speak freely Monsieur LaPadite, I want
to hear what the rumors are, not who told
them to you.
The Farmer puffs thoughtfully on his pipe.
Again, this is just a rumor – but we
heard the Dreyfusis had made there way
So the rumors you’ve heard have been of
Were the LaPadites and the Dreyfusis
As the Farmer answers this question, the CAMERA LOWERS behind his
chair, to the floor, past the floor, to a small area underneath the
FIVE HUMAN BEINGS
lying vertically underneath the farmers floorboards. These human
beings are The DREYFUSIS, who have lived lying down underneath the
dairy farmers house for the past year. But one couldn’t call what The
Dreyfusis have done for the last year living. This family has done the
only thing they could, hidden from a occupying army that wishes to
We were families in the same community,
in the same bussiness. I wouldn’t say
we were friends, but members of the same
community, we had common interest.
The S.S. Colonel takes in this answer, seems to except it, then moves
to the next question.
Having never met the Dreyfusis, would
you confirm for me the exact members of
the household and their names?
There were five of them.
The father, Jacob… .wife, Miram…
her brother, Bob …
– How old is Bob?
Thirty – thirty one?
And the children… Amos… and Shoshanna.
Ages of the children?
Amos – six – I believe. And Shosanna,
was fifteen or sixteen, I’m not really
UXT – DAIRY FARM – DAY
The Mother and her three Daughters finish taking the laundry off the
They can’t hear anything going on inside.
e three Nazi Soldiers watch the three Daughters.
SACK TO LANDA AND PERRIER
Well I guess that should do it.
Be begins gathering up his papers, and putting them back into his
the Farmer, cool as a cucumber, puffs on his pipe.
However, before I go, could I have another
glass of your delicious milk?
But of course.
Farmer stands up, goes over to the ice box, and takes out the
aft of milk. As he walks over and fills the Nazi Colonel’s glass,
German Officer talks.
Monsieur LaPadite, are you aware of the
nickname the people of France have given
I have no interest in such things.
But you are aware of what they call me?
What are you aware of?
That they call you, “The Jew Hunter”.
Precisely! Now I understand your
trepidation in repeating it.
Before he was assassinated, Heydrich
apparently hated the moniker the good
people of Prague bestowed on him.
Actually why he would hate the name,
“The Hangman”, is baffling to me
It would appear he did everything in
his power to earn it. But I, on the
other hand, love my unofficial title,
precisely because I’ve earned it.
As “The Jew Hunter” enjoys his fresh milk, he continues to theorize
with the french farmer.
The feature that makes me such a effective
hunter of the Jews, is, as opposed to most
German soldiers, I can think like a jew.
where they can only think like a German,
or more precisely, a German soldier.
Now if one were to determine what attribute
the German people share with a beast, it
would be the cunning and predatory instinct
of a hawk.
Negro’s – gorilla’s – brain – lips –
smell – physical strength – penis size.
But, if one were to determine what attributes
the jews share with a beast, it would be
that of the rat.
Now the Fuhrer and Gobbles propaganda
have said pretty much the same thing.
Where our conclusions differ, is I don’t
consider the comparison a insult.
Consider for a moment, the world a rat
lives in. It’s a hostile world indeed.
If a rat were to scamper through your
front door right now, would you greet it
I suppose I would.
Has a rat ever done anything to you to
create this animosity you feel toward
Rat’s spread disease, they bite people –
– Unless some fool is stupid enough to
try and handle a live one, rats don’t
make it a practise of biting human beings.
Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague,
but that was some time ago. In all your
born days, has a rat ever caused you to
be sick a day in your life? I purpose to
you, any disease a rat could spread,
a squirrel could equally carry.
Yet I assume you don’t share the same
animosity with squirrels that you do with
rats, do you?
Yet, they are both rodent’s, are they
not? And except for the fact that one
has a big bushy tail, while the other
has a long repugnt tail of rodent skin,
they even rather look alike, don’t they?
It is a interesting thought,
However, interesting as the thought may
be, it makes not one bit of difference
to how you feel. If a rat were to scamper
through your door, this very minute,
would you offer it a saucer of your
I didn’t think so. You don’t like them.
You don’t really know why you don’t like
them. All you know is, you find them
What a tremendously hostile world a rat
must endure. Yet, not only does he
survive, he thrives. And the reason for
this, is because our little foe has a
instinct for survival and presavation
second to none. And that Monsieur, is
what a jew shares with a rat.
Consequently, a German soldier, conducts
a search of a house suspected of hiding
jews. Where does the hawk look? He looks
in the barn, he looks in the attic,
he looks in the cellar – he looks
everywhere, he would hide. But there are
many places it would never occur to a
hawk to hide. However the reason the
Fuhrer brought me off my Alps in Austria,
and placed me in French cow country today,
is because it does occur to me. Because
I’m aware what tremendous feats human
beings are capable of once they abandon
May I smoke my pipe as well?
Th e Farmer’s cool facade is little by little eroding.
Please, Cononel, make yourself at home.
The Jew Hunter, removes both a pipe and a bag of tobacco fixings.
The pipe, strangely enough, is a Calabash, made from a “S” shaped goard
kith a yellow skin, made famous by Sherlock Holmes.
A the Nazi Colonel, busies himself with his smoking life, he
ontinues to hold court at the Frenchmans table.
The other mistake the German soldier
make is their severe handling of the
citizens who give shelter and aid to
the Jews. These citizens are not enemies
of the state. They are simply confused
people, trying to make some sense out of
the madness war creates.
These citizens do not need punishing.
They simply need to be reminded of their
duty in war time.
Let’s use you as a example Monsieur
LaPadite. In this war, you have found
yourself in the middle of a conflict
that has nothing to do with yourself,
your lovely ladies, or your cows – yet,
here you are.
So Monsieur LaPadite, let me purpose
a question. In this time of war, what is
your number one duty? Is it to fight the
Germans in the name of France to your
last breath? Or, is it to harass the
occupying army to the best of your
ability? Or, is it to protect the poor
unfortunate victims of warfare who can
not protect themselfs?
Or, is your number one duty in this time
of bloodshed, to protect those very
beautiful women who constitute your
The Colonel lets the last statement stand.
That was a question Monsieur LaPadite.
In this time of war, What do you consider
your number one duty?
To protect my family.
Now, my job dictates, that I must have
my men enter your home, and conduct a
thorough search, before I can officially
cross your families name off my list.
And if there are any irregularities to be
found, rest assured, they will be.
That is unless, you have something to tell
me that will make the conducting of a
I might add also, that any information
that makes the preforming of My duty
easier, will not be met with punishment.
Actually quite the contrary, it will be
met with reward.
And that reward will be, your family
will cease to be harassed in anyway,
by the German military during the rest
of our occupation of your country.
The Farmer, pipe in mouth, stares across the table at his German
You are sheltering enemies of the state,
are you not?
Your sheltering them underneath your
floorboards aren’t you?
Point out to me the area’s where their
The Farmer points out the area’s on the floor with the Dreyfusis are
Since I haven’t heard any disturbance,
I assume that while their listening,
they don’t speak english?
I’m going to switch back to french now,
and I want you to follow my masquerade
– is that clear?
Colonel Landa stands up from the table, and switching to FRENCH says
SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH;
Monsieur LaPadite, I thank you for milk,
and your hospitably. I do believe our
business here is done.
The Nazi Officer opens the front door, and silently motions for his
son to approach the house.
Mademoiselle LaPadite, I thank you for
your time, we shant be bothering your
family any longer.
Yet the LaPadite women watch the Nazi soldiers, machine guns at ready,
approach the house.
The Soldiers enter the doorway, Col Landa, silently points out area of
the floor the Jews are hiding under.
So, Monsieur and Madame LaPadite
I bid you adieu.
otions to the Soldiers with his index finger.
wy TEAR UP the wood floor with MACHINE GUN FIRE.
The little farm house is filled with SMOKE, DUST, SPLINTERS, SCREAMS,
0ULLET CASINGS, and even alittle BLOOD.
With a hand motion from the Colonel, the Soldiers cut off their
gunfire. The Colonel keeps his finger in the air to indicate silence.
UNDERNEATH THE FLOORBOARDS
The entire Dreyfus family lay dead. Except for sixteen year old
$HOSANNA, who miraculously escaped being struck by the nazi’s bullets.
With her dead family surrounding her, the young girl goes for freedom
(represented by wire mesh vent).
ears movement underneath the floor, looks down and see’s a SHAPE
Wing forward between the planks in the floor.
It’s the girl. Nobody moves
KICKED open, the girl SPRINGS out.
ae he crosses the floor, he see’s the young girl RUNNING towards the
cover of the woods. He unlatches the window, and opens it. Shosanna
to perfectly FRAMED in the window sill.
RUNNING towards woods. Farm house and Col in the window in B.G.
LAPPING against wet grass.
Qt! SHOSANNMA’ S FACE
same as a animal being chased by a predator FLIGHT – PANIC – FEAR
the safety of tree’s, getting closer.
Pramed by the window, takes his LUGAR, and straight arm aims at the
fleeing Jew, cocking back the hammer with his thumb.
CU COL LANDA
SLOW ZOOM into his eyes as he aims.
PROFILE CU SHOSANNA
Sod dash for life.
changes his mind. He yells to the rat fleeing the trap, heading for the
safety of the wood pile, in FRENCH SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH;
Au revoir, Shosanna! Till we meet again!
Maces it to the woods, and is gone.
T h e S.S. Colonel closes the window.
EXT – NAZI TOWN CAR (MOVING)- DAY
diihe ac seat of the convertible, that’sa stsn tColonel Hans Lan
speeding away from the French farm house.
Landa speaks to his Driver in GERMAN, SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
Herman, I sense` a question on your lips?
Out with it?
Why did yoy allow a enemy of the state
Oh, I don’t think the state is in too
much danger, do you?
I suppose not.
I’m glad you see it my way. Besides,
not putting a bullet in the back of a
fifteen year old girl, and allowing
her to escape, our not nessessarlly
the same thing. She’s a young girl, no food,
no shelter, no shoes, who’s just witnessed
the massacre of her entire family.
She may not survive the night. And after
word spreads about what happened today,
it’s highly unlikely she will find any
willing farmers to extend her aid.
If I had to guess her fate, I’d say she’ll
probably be turned in by some neighbour.
Or, she’ll be spotted by some German
soldier. Or, we’ll find her body in the
woods, dead from starvation or exposure.
Or, perhaps-she’ll survive. She will
elude capture. She will escape to America.
She will move to New York city.
Where she will be elected, President of
the United States.
The S.S. Colonel chuckles at his little funny.
TITTLE CARD:”INGLORIOUS BASTERDS”
CHAPTER TITLE APPEARS:
EXT – SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND – DAY
A bunch of SOLDIERS are lined up at attention.
LIEUTENANT ALDO.RAINE, a hillbilly from the mountains of
Tennessee, walks down the line. He recruits the men, the
Germans will later call; “The Basterds”. Lt.Aldo has one
defining physical characteristic, a ROPE BURN around his
neck. As if once upon a time,. he survived a LYNCHING.
The scar will never once be mentioned.
My name is Lt.Aldo Raine, and I’m
puttin together a special team.
And I need me eight soldiers.
Eight – Jewish – American – soldiers.
Now y’all might of heard rumors
about the armada happening soon.
Well, we’ll be leavin a little
earlier. We’re gonna be dropped
into France, dressed as civilians.
And once we’re in enemy territory, as
a bushwackin, guerrilla army, we’re
gonna be doin one thing, and thing
only, Killin Nazi’s.
The Members of the National Socialist
Party, have conquered Europe through
murder, torture, intimidation, and
terror. And that’s exactly what we’re
gonna do to them. Now I don’t know
bout y’all? But I sure as hell, didnt
come down from the goddamn Smoky
mountains, cross five thousand miles
of water, fight my way through half
Sicily, and then jump out of a fuckin
air-o-plane, to teach the Nazi’s
lessons in humanity. Nazi ain’t got
no humanity. There the foot soldiers
of a Jew hatin, mass murderin manic,
and they need to be destroyed.
That’s why any and every son-of-a–bitch
we find wearin a Nazi uniform, there
We will be cruel to the Germans,
and through our cruelty, they will
know who we are. They will find the
evidence of our cruelty, in the
disembowed, dismembered, and
disfigured bodies of their brothers
we leave behind us. And the German
will not be able to help themselves
from imagining the cruelty their
brothers endured at our hands, and
our boot heels, and the edge of our
And the Germans, will be sickened by us.
And the Germans, will talk about us.
And the Germans, will fear us.
And when the Germans close their eyes
at night, and their sub conscious
tortures them for the evil they’ve done,
it will be with thoughts of us,
that it tortures them with.
He stops pacing, and looks at everybody.
They all say;
That’s what I like to hear. But I
got a word of warning to all would-be
warriors. When you join my command,
you take on debit. A debit you owe
me, personally. Every man under my
command, owes me, one hundred nazi scalps.
And I want my scalps.
And all y’all will git me, one hundred
Nazi scalps, taken from the heads of
one hundred dead Nazi’s…
.or you will die trying.
EXT – MOUNTAIN TOP CHALET- DAY
A huge Chalet on a misty mountain top in Barvia.
A SUBTITLE APPEARS:
(HITLERS PRIVATE LAIR)”
INT – BURSTICH GARDEN – DAY
In a huge room, ADOLPH HITLER, pounds on a big table with
his fist, as he rants at TWO GERMAN GENERALS.
They speak GERMAN SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
How much more of these jew swine
must I endure? They butcher my men
like they were fish bait! This pack
of filthy degenerates, are doing what
the Russian army didn’t, and Patton’s
army couldn’t. Turning soldiers of
The Third Reich, into superstitious
Just the cowards among them mine
Hitler pounds furiously on the desk with his fist.
No, no, no, no, no, no! I have heard
the rumors myself! Solders of The Third
Reich, who have brought the world to
there knee`s, now pecking and clucking
like chickens. Do you know the latest
rumor they’ve conjured up, in their fear
induced delirium? The one that beats
my boys with a bat. The one they call
“The Bear Jew”…is a Golem.
A avenging jew angel, conjured up by
a vengeful rabbi, to smite the Aryans!
Mine Fuhrer, this is just soldiers
gossip, no one really believes The
Bear Jew is a golem.
Why not? They seem to be able to elude
capture like a aberration.
They seem to be able to appear and
disappear at will.
You want to prove their flesh and
blood? Then BRING THEM TO ME!
I will hang them naked, by their
heels, from the eiffel tower!
And then throw their bodies in
the sewers, for the rats of Paris
The Fuhrer sits down at the table to compose himself, and
wipe his greasy black hair out of his face.
The Bear Jew.
He hits the button on the intercom on his desk.
KLIEST VOICE comes out of the intercom;
Year mine Fuhrer.
I have a order I want relayed to all
German soldiers stationed in France.
The Jew degenerate known as The Bear
Jew, hence forth, is never to be
referred to as The Bear Jew again.
We will cease to aid the Americans
any longer in there attempt to
undermine the German soldier psyche.
Did you get that Kliest?
Yes mine Fubrer. Do you still wish
to see Private Butz?
Who and what is a private Butz?
He’s the soldier you wanted to see
personally. His squad was ambushed
by Lt.Raines Jews. He was it’s only
Indeed I do want to see him, thank
you for reminding me. Send him in.
EXT – FRENCH WOODS — DAY
CU FACE OF DEAD GERMAN SOLDIER
His head lies on the ground horizontal. A HAND reaches into
FRAME, KNOCKS aside the dead German patriots helmet, and
grabs a handful of the cadavers blonde hair. A LARGE KNIFE
ENTERS FRAME, and begins SLICING ALONG THE HAIRLINE.
This process is called SCALPING.
After SLICING is complete, the SCALP easily peels off like a
GERMAN PRISONERS PVT.BUTZ AND SGT.RACHTMAN
on their knees, hands behind there heads.
Private Butz NARRATES the scene in GERMAN SUBTITLED into
Werner and I were the only ones left
alive after the ambush. While one man
guarded us, the rest removed the hair.
All The Basterds wore German scalps
tied to their belts.
hanging from belts.
They not only took valuables…
WE SEE QUICK CUTS OF
Rings, Weapons, Iron Cross, and somebody digging out a Gold
Tooth with a knife, being removed from Dead Germans.
..They also took their identification
CU IDENTIFICATION PAPERS
taken from the inside pocket of a dead German uniform.
flips through the I.D. papers till he gets to the page that
contains the German soldiers, name, statistics, and photo.
.and tore out the identification page.
Utivich RIPS the page out, and sticks it in his pocket.
Tossing the torn book on the dead, scalpless body.
…They then removed their boots…
CU GERMAN COMBAT BOOTS
laces untied.. .boot pulled off…
removed, reveling dead bare feet…
tossing the boots off a hill.
Throwing them away from the bodies…
scalps removed from their heads, pink bare feet…
The Basterds, took their lives, their
hair, their valuables, their identity,
and finally their dignity in death.
True that. The sight of the dead soldiers with bare feet
does rob the tableaux of a certain dignity, that is normally
felt in battlefield shots.
BACK TO HITLER
He fights his frustration, then…
BACK TO THE BASTERDS
Aldo screams to The Basterd who’s guarding the two German
Hey Hirschberg, send that kraut
KICKS Sgt.Rachtman in the back.
Sgt.Rachtman is a little slow to respond. So Hirschberg
grabs him by the hair, YANKS him to his feet, and KICKS him
in the ass, sending him on his way.
Most of The Bastreds sit in a circle, Indian style, with
Aldo in the middle.
As Sgt.Rachtman walks towards this circle of Basterds,
A OFF SCREEN LITERARY NARRATOR (not Pvt.Butz) speaks over
the SOUNDTRACK in ENGLISH;
Sgt.Werner Rachtman has seen many
interrogations since Germany decided
it should rule Europe. But this is
the first time he’s ever been on the
wrong end of the exchange.
It’s always been his belief, only a
weakling, in mind, body, and spirt
complies with the enemy under threat
As Werner watched men cry like women,
pleadingly offer their knowledge, in
exchange for their worthless lives,
he made a vow to himself.
If his role is to die in this conflict.
When they put him under the earth, his
dignity would be buried with him.
For in the other world, the gods only
respect the ones they test first.
Well Sgt, this is your test.
And the gods are watching.
The captured German Sgt, enters the circle of Basterds,
stands straight before the sitting southern Lieutenant, and
salutes his captor.
Aldo returns the salute, looking up at him.
Lt.Aldo Raine, pleased to meet cha.
You know what sit down means Werner?
Then sit down.
The German Sgt does.
Hows your English Werner? Cause if
need be, we gotta a couple fellas
Aldo points at one of The Basterds in the circle,
Wicki there, a Austrian Jew, got the
fuck outta Saltzberg, while the
gettin was good. Became American,
got drafted, and came back to give
y’all what for.
Then Aldo points to another Basterd. A big scary looking
Basterd, in a German Sgt’s uniform, named, SGT.HUGO STIGLITZ
And another one over there, you
might be familiar with, Sgt.Hugo
Stiglitz. Heard of ’em.
The two German Sgt’s look at each other.
Everybody in the German army’s heard
of Hugo Stiglitz.
The Basterds laugh, a couple pat Hugo on the back.
The NARRATOR comes back on the SOUNDTRACK.
The reason for Hugo Stiglitz’s
celebrity among German soldiers
WE SEE A PHOTO OF HUGO on the front page of the Nazi version
of Stars and Stripes (the military newspaper).
As a German enlisted man, he killed
thirteen Gestapo officers, mostly
WE SEE THE MILITARY PHOTOS OF ALL THIRTEEN GESTAPO OFFICERS.
Instead of putting him up against a
wall, the High Command decided to
send him back to Berlin, to be made
a example of.
Hugo in chains, being put in a lone troop truck, part of a
prison convoy, enroute to Berlin.
Needless to say, once The Basterds
heard about him, he never got there.
EXT- FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE – DAY
The Basterds AMBUSH the prison convoy, killing everybody.
They walk to the back of the troop truck, inside Hugo in
chains, stares back at them.
I’m Lt.Aldo Raine, and these are
The Basterds. Ever heard of us?
Hugo nods his head, yes.
We just wanna say, we’re a big fan
of your work. When it comes to killin
Nazi’s, I think you show great talent,
and I pride myself on havin a eye for
that kind of talent. But your status
as a Nazi killer, is still amateur.
We all came here to see, if you wanna go pro?
BACK TO THEBASTERD CIRCLE.
Now Werner, I’m gonna assume you know
who we are?
Aldo the Apache.
The circle of Basterds giggle.
Well Werner, if you heard of us, you
probably heard, we ain’t in the
prisoner takin business. We in the
killin Nazi business. And cousin,
business is boomin.
The Basterds laugh.
Now that leaves two ways we can play
this out. Either kill ya, or let ya
- Now weather or not you gonna
leave this circle alive, depends
entirely on you.
Aldo takes out a map of the area, and lays it out in front
of his prisoner.
Up the road a piece, there’s a
orchard. ‘sides you, we know there’s
another kraut patrol fuckin around
here somewhere. Now if that patrol
were to have any crackshots, that
orchard, would be a goddamn snipers
delight. Now if you ever wanna eat
a sauerkraut sandwich again, you
gotta show me on this map, where
they are, you gotta tell me how many
they are, and you gotta tell me,
what kinda artillery they carrying
You can’t expect me to divulge
information that would put German
lives in danger?
well, Werner that’s where your wrong.
Because that’s exactly what I expect.
I need to know about Germans hidin
in trees? And you need to tell me?
And you need to tell me, right now?
Now take your finger, and point out
on this map, where this partys bein
held, how manys comin, and what they
brought to play with?
Werner site, head held high, back straight, chin up, every
inch the German hero facing death.
F I respectfully refuse, sir.
Aldo jerks his thumb behind him.
You see that ole boy battin rocks?
WE RACK FOCUS to a one of The Basterds not in the circle.
He’s wearing a wife beater, and power hitting stones
with a baseball bat.
Werners eyes go to the ballplayer.
That’s Sgt.Donny Donowitz. But you
might know him better by his nickname,
The Bear Jew. Now if you heard of
Aldo the Apache, you gotta heard about
The Bear Jew?
What did you hear?
He beats German soldiers with a club.
He bashes their brains in with a
baseball bat, what he does.
back to us, still haven’t seen his face. He Babe Ruths a
rock soaring into the atmosphere.
Now Werner, I’m gonna ask you one
last-goddamn-time, and if you still,
“respectfully refuse”, I’m callin The
Bear Jew over here, and he’s gonna take
that big bat of his, and he’s gonna
beat your ass to death with it.
Now take your wennersitnitzel lickin
finger, and point out on this map
what I want to know.
Fuck you and your jew dogs.
Instead of getting mad, The Basterds burst out LAUGHING.
Aldo says to Werner, with a giggle in his voice;
Actually Werner, we’re all tickled
ya said that. Frankly, watchin Donny
beat Nazi’s,to death, is the closest
we ever get to goin to the movies.
he turns to CAMERA, and yells;
Got a German here wants to die for
country. Oblige him.
Bat over his shoulder, smiles.
INT – BARBER SHOP(BOSTIN) – DAY
Donny, cutting heads, in his pop’s barber shop, in Bostin.
.ya got the goddamn fuckin Germans,
declaring open season on Jews in
Europe, and I’m suppose to fly to the
fuckin Philippines, and fight a bunch
of fuckin Japs – not me pal.
If we just go in this against the Japs,
the whole U.S.of fuckin A can go take a
running jump at the moon.
You know they got a word for what your
sayin Donny, it’s called treason.
Hey, stick your treason up your poop
hole. If I’m gonna kill my fellow man
in the name of liberty, that fellow
man, will be German.
INT – SPORTING GOODS STORE- DAY
MR.GOOROWITZ’S sporting goods shop in Donny’s Jewish Bostin
neighbourhood. Donny walks in.
Hello Donny, how are you?
Ah, just dandy, Mr.Goorowitz.
Your mother, your father – everything
There just fine. I’m shippin off next
The store proprietor, extends his hand to the young man.
Good for you son. Kill one of those
Nazi basterds for me, will ya?
That’s the idea, Mr.Goorowitz.
What can I do you for, Donny?
I need a baseball bat.
The store owner leads him to a basket with eight bats init.
Donny starts going through them without saying anything.
You gettin your little brother a
present before you ship out?
Donny, concentrating on the bats, not looking up;
Donny’s “no”, silences the gabby Goorowitz. He seems to
settle on one, feeling it’s weight in his hands.
Can I try this one on for size, outside?
Extending his arm;
Be my guest.
The phone rings.
I’ll get that, you go right ahead.
The proprietor answers the phone, and gets into a
conversation with his OFF SCREEN Mother.
Donny walks outside, WE STAY IN STORE, but can see him
clearly through the stores big picture window.
However, Mr.Goorowitz instinctively, turns his back to Donny
to speak with his mother.
Donny starts swinging the bat. It’s pretty obvious he’s
pantomiming beating somebody to death with it. Then the
he starts yelling;
Take that ya Nazi basterd! You like fuckin
with the Jews? Wanna Fuck with the Jews?
The American jews are gonna FUCK with
Mr.Goorowitz, see’s none of this, as he speaks to his
mother. He hangs up the phone, just as Donny walks back into
the store. Store owner turns to store customer.
Is this the heaviest ya got?
INT – HALLWAY APARTMENT BUILDING – DAY
Donny, dressed nice, in a apartment building in his Jewish
Bastin neighbourhood. He knocks on a door.
A VERY OLD JEWISH WOMAN opens the door, only a little,
peering out at the young man.
How can I help you?
State your business young man.
Mrs.Himmelstein, I’m Donny Donowitz,
my father Sy Donowitz, owns the barber
shop on Greeny Ave, “Sy’s Barber Shop”.
I’ve seen it. Do you live in the
All my life.
Again, state your business?
May I have a word with you?
Our people in Europe.
She thinks for a beat, then holds the door open for the
Come in. Would you like some tea?
INT – MRS.HIMMELSTEIN’S APARTMENT – DAY
Donny sits on a overstuffed sofa, holding a tea cup and
saucer in his hand. Mrs.Himmelstein sits on a overstuffed
chair, holding her tea, looking across at her visitor.
If you like tea.
Donny chuckles at her little joke. The old woman remains
stone. She wasn’t joking. He places his saucer on the coffee
table and begins;
Mrs.Himmelstein, do you have any love
ones over in Europe who your concerned
What compels you young man, to ask a
stranger such a personal question?
Because I’m going to Europe. And I’m
gonna make it right.
And just how do intend to do that, Joshua?
And what exactly do you intend to do
with that toy?
I’m gonna beat every Nazi I find to
death with it.
I thought we were having tea together?
And in this pursuit, how is it that I
can be of service?
I’m going through the neighbourhood.
If you have any love ones in Europe,
who’s safety you fear for, I’d like
you to write their name on my bat.
BACK TO BASTERDS
Donny takes a long walk to Werner…
As WE CUT BACK and FORTH BETWEEN DONNY WALKING and WERNER
WAITING, WE ALSO CUT BACK and FORTE BETWEEN DONNY and
You must be a real BASTERD, Donny?
You bet your sweet ass I am.
Good. A Basterds work is never done.
Specially in Germany.
Donny steps up to the plate, looking down at the Nazi;
Gimmie your papers.
Werner hands Donny up his papers.
Donny RIPS the identity page out, and sticks it in his
Hand me your sword Gideon. I do believe
I will join you on this journey.
she signs the BAT, “MADELEINE”
BACK TO BASTERDS
Donny BEATS Werner TO DEATH WITH THE BAT, to the cheers of
watches. Hirschberg says to him;
About now, I’d be shittin my pants, if
I was you.
Aldo points a finger at Butzsr and crooks it toward him.
That means you, cup cake.
A crying, visibly shaken, Butz site down in front of Aldo.
You wanna live?
Point out on this map, the German
His arm shoots out like a rocket, and points out the
This area here.
What kinda of artillery?
They have a machine gunn dug in here
How did you survived this ordel?
WE SEE Pvt.Butz in The Fuhrer’s room for the first time.
He wears a Nazi cap, which is unusual in the presence of The
Fuhrer, but he seems okay with it.
They let me go.
FROM HERE ON WE GO BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ALDO AND HITLER.
Now when you report what happened here,
you can’t tell ’em, you told us, what you
told us. They’ll shoot ya. But there gonna
wanna know, why you so special, we let you
live? So tell ’em, we let ya live, so you
could spread the word through the ranks,
what’s gonna happen to every Nazi we find.
You are not to tell anybody anything!
Not one word of detail! Your outfit
was ambushed, and you got a away.
Not one word more.
Yes mine Fuhrer.
Did they mark you like they did the
Yes mine Fuhrer.
Remove your hat and show me.
Now say we let ya go, and say you
survive the’war? When you get back
home, what’eha gonna do?
I will hug my mother like I’ve never
hugged her before.
Well, ain’t that’s a real nice boy. Are you
going to take off your uniform?
Not only shall I remove it, but I intend
to burn it!
The young German is telling Aldo, what he thinks, Aldo wants
to hear. But the last answer didn’t go down as well as he
thought it would, evident by the frown on Aldo’s face.
Yeah, that’s what we thought. We don’t
like that. You see, we like our Nazi’s
in uniforms. That way, you can spot ’em,
just like that.
(Snaps his fingers)
But you take off that uniform, ain’t
nobody gonna know you was a Nazi.
And that don’t sit well with us.
Aldo removes a LARGE KNIFE from a sheath on his belt.
So I’m gonna give ya a little somethin,
you can’t take off.
BACK TO HITLER
Pvt.Butz removes his combat helmet, hair hangs in his face,
his moves it aside, and WE SEE a SWASTIKA has been HAND
CARVED INTO HIS FOREHEAD.
BACK TO BASTERDS
on ground, looking up at them. Aldo has just carved the
swastika, and he’s holding the bloody knife. All The
Basterds crowd around to admire his handy work.
You know Lieutenant, your getting pretty
good at that.
You know how you get to Carnegie Hall,
don’t ‘ch? Practice.
FADE TO BLACK
CHAPTER TITLE APPEARS:
“GERMAN NIGHT IN PARIS”
NOTE: This whole Chapter will be filmed in French New Wave
Black and White.
INT – CINEMA AUDITORIUM – NIGHT
We’re in the auditorium of a cinema in Paris. However the
CAMERA is pointed in the direction of the audience, not the
screen. We start CLOSE on the projector beam, emanating from
the little glass window in the back of the theatre
The CAMERA continues to DOLLY back, making the Shot Wider and
Wider, bringing in more and more the German occupied citizens
of Paris, who stare at the OFF SCREEN silver screen in the dark
We can hear the OFF SCREEN SOUNDTRACK of a Goebbels produced
German omm paw paw musical movie being projected.
The Shot continues to pull further and further back, and the
German dialogue continues to fill the auditorium…
.The DOLLY SHOT LANDS on a CLOSE UP of Shosanna,. watching the
A SUBTITLE APPEARS:
TWO WEEKS AFTER THE MASSACRE
OF SHOSANNA’S FAMILY”
We hear the sound of the German musicals climax.
The lights go up in the auditorium.
Shosanna, dressed in a NURSES UNIFORM she swiped from
somewhere, remains seated, as the rest of the PATRONS, gather
their coats, and file out.
EXT – LITTLE CINEMA (PARIS)- NIGHT
Patrons exit under the cinema marquee, as someone from inside
SHUTS OFF the marquees lights.
The MARQUEE READS in French:
“GERMAN NIGHT BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK in MADCAP IN MEXICO”.
EXT – PROJECTION BOOTH (LITTLE CINEMA)
A French Black Man, who we will learn later is named MARCEL,
is the cinema’s projectionist. We see him for a moment, taking
the film reels off the projector, and placing them on rewinds.
INT – AUDITORIUM
still sitting in her seat. Except for her, the auditorium is
The owner of the Cinema, a attractive looking French woman,
who we will later know as MADAME MIMIEUX, appears in
one of the cinema’s opera box balconies.
Looking down from her perch at the young girl, sitting in
the empty cinema.
The DIALOGUE will be spoken in FRENCH, and SUBTITLED into
So young woman, since it’s beyond obvious
we’re closed for the evening. I must assume
you want something. What can I do for you?
May I sleep here tonight?
So I gather your not a nurse?
But your a bright little thing, that’s
clever disguise. Where is your family?
So your a war orphan?
We were from Nancy. The Bosch found us
Is this a sad story?
Sad stories bore me. These days everyone
in Paris has one. I haven’t bore you
with mine, don’t bore me with yours.
You can run the machines?
Using her hands to pantomime the rotating film reels on a
projector, she says;
The machines that show the film?
The projectors? Yes, I own a cinema,
of course I can operate them.
I know, I saw you.
eyes creeping up the stairway in the projection booth,
expertly working the projectors…
BACK TO SHOSANNA
Teach me. Teach me to run the machines,
that show the film. It’s only you and
the negro. I know you could use some help.
I know at least six people who’ve been
put up against a wall, and machine
gunned for sheltering enemies of the
state. I have no intention of being
unlucky number seven. How long have
you been in Paris?
A week, and a few days.
How have you survived the curfew
I sleep on rooftops.
Again, I’m forced to admit, clever
girl. How is it?
I can imagine.
Respectfully, no you can’t.
So you can’t operate a 35mm film projector,
you want me teach you, in order to work
here, in order to use my cinema, as a hole
to hide in, is that correct?
Whats your name?
I’m Madame Mimieux. You may call
me Madame. This is a cinema. Not a
home for wayward war orphans.
Having said that, what you say is true.
If you were truly exceptional, I could
find use for you. So Shosanna, are you
I will be the judge of that.
Which shows a lovely PENCIL SKETCH of the CITY OF PARIS,
complete with Eiffel Tower.
ABOVE IT READS:
The CAMERA PULLS BACK, and we see we’re not looking at a TITLE
CARD at all, but a CALENDER stuck on the wall of the Little
Cinema’s Projection Booth. Before we leave it, WE SEE the
Month is JUNE.
..The CAMERA finds, the THREE YEARS OLDER SHOSANNA, working
as the PROJECTIONIST. It would appear, that Shosanna passed
Madame Mimieux’s exceptional test.
A lyrical Morriconie-like tune PLAYS on the SOUNDTRACK, this
will be “Shosanna’s Theme”.
A Little Bell, begins RINGING, on one of the projectors,
alerting Shosanna it’s time for a REEL CHANGE.
Shosanna stands at the projector, watching the old German film
she’s projecting, waiting for the1st REEL CHANGE MARK…
of the little cinema. On Screen LENI REFENSHTAL lies
horizontal as a ice sickle drips on her head in the old
German film, “The White Hell Of Piza Palu”,
The 1st REEL CHANGE MARK POPS ON in the upper right
hand corner of the FRAME…(That tells the projectionist
to get ready).
As the FILM REEL on the lst PROJECTOR rolls out, Shosanna
stands ready, waiting by the 2nd PROJECTOR…
the 2nd REEL CHANGE MARK POPS ON in the same place(That’s the
THROWS the lever on the 2nd PROJECTOR, switching the film from
projector 1# to projector 2#, executing a perfect REEL CHANGE.
As Shosanna’s Theme plays on the Soundtrack, we watch viva
MONTAGE, her go through her daily chores. Carry heavy film cans
up the stairs, empty the rat traps, ect,ect…
EXT – CINEMA – NIGHT
The MARQUEE READS in French:
“GERMAN NIGHT LENI REFENSHTAL in PABST WHITE HELL OF PIZA PALU”
Shosanna emerges from the cinema carrying two buckets of
LETTERS (for the marquee), and a tall ladder. Her chore here,
obviously, is to change the show on the marquee.
The LITERARY NARRATOR comes on the Soundtrack in ENGLISH;
To operate a cinema in Paris during
the occupation, one had two choices.
Ether you could show new German propaganda
films, produced under the watchful
eye of Joseph Goebbels. Or… .you
could have a German night in your
weekly schedule, and show allowed
German classic films.
Their German night was Thursday.
Shosanna, by herself, perched up high on the ladder, changing
the letters on the marquee.
A YOUNG GERMAN SOLDIER(about the same age as Shosanna), walks
out of the cinema. He sees the ladder with the young French
girl on top, and walks over.
They speak FRENCH, SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
What starts tomorrow?
Shosanna looks down, seeing the young German Solder smiling up
at her from below.
A Max Linder festival.
Ummmm, I always preferred Linder to
Chaplin. Except Linder never made a
film as good as “The Rid”. The chase
climax of “The Kid”, superb.
Shosanna continues working, not adding to the conversation.
I suppose now you could use a “M”
a “A” and a “X”?
No need, I can manage.
Don’t be ridiculous, it’s my pleasure.
He hands the French damsel the letters spelling MAX.
I adore your cinema very much.
She busies herself with the marquee letters…
How does a young girl, such as yourself,
own a cinema?
Do to his uniform, and Shosanna’s situation, all his efforts
at trying to make small talk, strikes the young Jewess in
hiding as a Gestapo interrogation.
My aunt left it to me.
Shosanna makes no reply back.
Merci for hoisting a German night.
I don’t have a choice, but your welcome.
Do you chose the German films yourself?
Then my merci stands. I love the
Refensthal mountain films, especially,
“Pizu Palu”. It’s nice to see a French
girl who’s a admirer of Refensthal.
“Admire”, would not be the adjective
I would use to describe my feelings
towards Fraulein Refensthal.
But you do admire the director. Pabst,
don’t you? That’s why you included
his name on the marquee.
She climbs down from the ladder and faces the German
I’m French. We respect directors
in our country.
Apparently even Germans.
Even Germans. Merci for assistance,
She turns to go back inside.
Your not finished?
I’ll finish in the morning.
She opens the door to go inside.
May I ask your name?
You wish to see my papers?
She hands him her excellently forged papers.
That’s obviously not what he meant, but he takes them anyway
to read her name.
Emmanuelle Mimieux. That’s a very
Merci. Are you finished with my papers?
He hands them back.
Mademoiselle. My name is Fredrick Zoller.
She gives no response.
It’s been a pleasure chatting with a
fellow cinema lover. Sweet dreams,
He gives her a little salute, and walks into the black of a
curfew imposed night.
She looks after him. She didn’t show it, but he kinda got to
her. After all, for any true cinema lover, it’s hard to hate
anybody who, CINEMA MON AMOUR.
EXT – ROOFTOP CINEMA – NIGHT
Shosanna stands on the roof of her cinema, late at night,
lighting up a cigarette. As she takes her first big drag,
she remembers a voice.
MADAME MIMIEUX, the younger Shosanna, and the black
projectionist Marcel, in the projection booth. Shosanna
lights up a cigarette, and Madame Mimieux SLAPS her face
HARD, knocking the cigarette out of her mouth. Marcel
quickly STAMPS it out on the floor.
if I ever see you light up a cigarette
in my cinema again, I’ll turn you into
the Nazi’s, do you understand?
Shosanna is shocked by this statement.
And for bringing a open flame in my
cinema, you deserve far worse then
a Nazi jewish boxcar. With your thick
head, what do you think the highest
priority of a cinema manager is?
Keeping this fucking place from burning
down to the ground, that’s what!
In my collection, I have over 350,
35mm, nitrate film prints, which are
not only immensely flammable, but
highly unstable. And should they
catch fire, they burn three times
faster then paper. If that happens..
.POOF…all gone, cinema no more,
every body burned alive. If I ever
see you with a open flame in my cinema
again, I won’t turn you into the Nazi’s
I’ll kill you myself. And the fucking
Germans will give me a curfew pass.
Do you understand me?
Do you believe me?
You damn well better.
BACK TO ROOF
Shosanna exhales cigarette smoke.
Marcel comes onto the roof.
Are you well?
Even on the roof I can’t smoke a
cigarette without hearing Madames
voice yelling at me. That’s why I
do it. To hear Madames voice again.
We both miss her.
I know. I’m fine, darling. I’ll be
to bed soon.
Marcel goes back inside, Shosanna smokes.
INT – FRENCH BISTRO – AFTERNOON
Shosanna sits in the back of a French bistro, reading a
book, “The Saint in New York” by Leslie Charteris, drinking
wine. When the young German Private from the other day,
FREDRICK ZOLLER, walks in. He gets a beer, then notices the
French girl sitting in the back. He smiles, and heads over
to her. “Oh no, not this guy again”, she thinks.
Again they speak in FRENCH SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
May I join you?
Look Fredrick –
– You remember my name?
Yes….Look, you seem a pleasant
enough fellow –
Your welcome. – regardless, I want
you to stop pestering me.
I apologize mademoiselle, I wasn’t
trying to be a pest. I was simply
trying to be friendly.
I don’t wish to be your friend.
Don’t act like a infant. You know why.
I’m more then just a uniform.
Not to me. If you are so desperate for
a French girlfriend, I suggest you try
Just then TWO OTHER GERMAN SOLDIERS come over, obviously
very impressed with Fredrick. They make a fuss over him in
UNSUBTITLED GERMAN, which nether Shosanna, or the non German
speaking members of the movies audience, can understand.
He signs autographs for them, shakes their hands, and they
go on their way.
Shosanna’s eyes narrow.
Who are you?
I thought I was just a uniform?
Your not just a German soldier, are
you somebodies son?
Most German soldiers are somebodies son.
Yeah, but your not just somebody. What
are you, Hitlers nephew?
He leans in across the table, she leans in too, and he says;
No not really, I’m just teasing you.
She leans back annoyed.
Then what is it? What are you, a German
(Pfuit), what does that mean, “not exactly”.
I asked if you were a movie star, the
answer to that question, is yes or no.
Fredrick laughs at that line.
When you said that just now, you
reminded me of my sister.
This catches young Shosanna off guard.
I come from a home of six sisters.
We run a family operated cinema in Munich.
Seeing you run around your cinema,
reminds me of them. Especially my sister
Helga. She raised me, when our father
wasn’t up to the job. I admire her very
much. You’d like her, she doesn’t wear a
You were raised by Helga?
All my sisters, I’m the baby, but Helga
was the bossiest.
And your mother and father?
My mother died. And my father was a
loser. My fathers moto; “If at first
you don’t succeed, quit”. The day he
left, good riddance. My sisters are
all I need. It’s why I like your cinema.
It makes me feel both closer to them,
and a little homesick at the same time.
is your cinema still operatiing?
What’s it called?
The Kino Haus.
How has it done durring the war?
Actually, in Germany, cinema
attendance is up.
No doubt, you don’t have to operate
under a curfew.
How often do you fill your house?
(Pfuit), not since before the war.
So if you had one big engagement, that
would help you out?
Of course, but that’s not likely to
TWO MORE GERMAN SOLDIERS and their TWO FRENCH DATES approach
the table. They ask for Fredricks autograph, he signs it for
them. One of the French Girls says in FRENCH, how exciting
it is to meet a real live German war hero. Shosanna hears
- They leave. So that’s it, she thinks.
So your a war hero? Why didn’t you tell me?
Everybody knows that, I liked you didn’t.
What did you do?
He takes a sip of beer.
I’ve shot the most enemy soldiers
in world war two…so far.
You bet your sweet ass that got her attention.
I was alone in a bell tower in a
walled off city in Russia. It was
myself, and a thousand rounds of ammo,
in a bird’s nest, against three
hundred Soviet soldiers.
What’s a bird’s nest?
A bird’s nest is what a sniper would call
a bell tower. It’s a high structure,
offering a three hundred and sixty degree
view. Very advantageous for marksmen.
How many Russian’s did you kill?
The first day. A hundred and fifty the
second day. Thirty-two, the third day.
On the forth day, they exited the city.
Naturally my war story received alot of
attention in Germany, that’s why they
all recognize me. They call me the
Maybe they’ll make a film about
Well, that’s just what Joseph Goebbels
thought. So he did. It’s called “Nation’s
Pride”, and guess what, they wanted me to
play myself, so I did. They have posters
for it in kiosks all over Paris. That’s
another reason for all the attention.
“Nation’s Pride” is about you? “Nation’s
Pride” is starring you?
I know, comical, huh?
Not so comical. So what are you doing
in Paris, enjoying a rest?
Hardly. I’ve been doing publicity,
having my picture taken with different
German luminaries, visiting troops,
that sort of thing. Goebbels wants the
film to premier in Paris, so I’ve been
helping them in the planning.
Joseph is very keen on this film.
He’s telling anybody who will listen,
when “Nation’s Pride” is released,
I’ll be the German Van Johnson.
Shosanna, wasn’t falling for the young German, by any stretch.
However his exploits, as well as his charming manner, can’t
help but impress. But his referring to Goebbels as “Joseph”,
like their friends, is all she needed to get on the right side
of things. This young man is trouble with a capital “T”, and
she needs to stay far fucking away from him.
She abruptly rises, and says;
Well, good luck with your premier
Private. I hope all goes well for
Joseph and yourself. Au revoir.
And with that, she disappears. Leaving the perplexed private
EXT – CINEMA MARQUEE – DAY
It’s the next day.
Shosanna and Marcel are changing the letters on the marquee.
Marcel excuses himself to visit the toilet.
$hosanna is alone outside the little cinema, perched up on her
.A BLACK NAZI SEDAN pulls up in front of the little cinema.
A GERMAN MAJOR in a black Gestapo uniform steps out of the back
of the sedan.
The DRIVER, a German Private, steps out as well.
Yelling to the young girl up high on the ladder;
Both GERMAN and FRENCH will be SUBTITLED into ENGLISH.
Telling his Driver in German to ask her in French;
Ask her if this is her cinema?
in French The Driver asks Shosanna;
is this your cinema?
Tell her to come down.
Come down please.
She climbs down the ladder.
The Driver opens the back door of the sedan, indicating for her
to get in.
I don’t understand, what have I done?
She wants to know what she’s done?
Who says she’s done anything?
Who says you’ve done anything?
Then in her best imitation of Madame Mimeux’s arrogantmanner.
Then I demand to know what this is about,
and where do you propose to take me?
The Driver begins to translate, when the Gestapo Major holds up his
hand, telling him not to bother. The Major looks at the young
French girl and tells her in German;
Get your ass in that car.
No translation necessary. She climbs into the back of the car,
followed by the Germans. The sedan takes off.
INT – SEDAN(MOVING) – DAY
The Nazi sedan drives through the early afternoon Paris
WE HOLD SHOSANNA IN TIGHT CU
the whole ride, never showing her Nazi oppressor sitting beside
her. We just hold on her face trying not to revel anything.
The sedan stops.
The car door opens and the Driver offers Shosanna his hand.
EXT/INT- MAXIUM’S (FAMOUS PARIS CAFE) – DAY
She steps out of the car, and is lead into a Paris cafe by the
Gestapo Officer. It takes the young Jewess a moment or two before
she realizes she’s not being led to a Gestapo interrogation
room, a railroad car, or a concentration camp, but to lunch.
The best table at Maxims. Three people, and two dogs, sit at it.
Germany’s Minister of Propaganda, and the number two man in
Hitlers Third Reich, JOSEPH GOEBBELS, his female French translator
(and mistress), FRANCESCA MONDINO, and young Private Zoller,
are the people. TWO BLACK FRENCH POODLES, belonging to
Mademoiselle Mondino, sit together in another chair at the
We join them in mid-conversation;
They all speak GERMAN, SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
– it’s only the off spring of slaves that
allows America to be competitive athletically.
America olympic gold can measured in Negro
Shosanna is lead through the French eatery by the Gestapo Major.
Private Zoller see’s her, and stands up, excuse’s himself,
and greets her before she reaches the table.
Fredrick says in French, SUBTITLED in ENGLISH;
Good you came. I wasn’t sure weather or
not you’d except my invitation.
.Goebbles Voice says OFF SCREEN;
Is that the young lady in question,
Private Zoller turns in his direction, takes Shosanna by the
arm, and leads her to him.
Yes it is, beer Goebbels. Emmanuelle,
there is somebody I want you to meet.
Joseph Goebbels, remaining seated, looks up at the young French
girl, scrutinizing her as he spoons creme brule into his mouth.
The excited Fredrick introduces Shosanna to the propaganda
Emmanuelle Mimieux, I’d like to
introduce you to the minister of
propaganda, the leader of the entire
German film industry, and now I’m a
actor, my boss, Joseph Goebbels.
Goebbels offers up his long spider-like fingers for Shosanna to
shake. She does.
Your reputation precedes you Fraulein
He looks to Francesca to translate, but she’s just taken a big
bite of terri misu.
They all laugh.
Fredrick jumps in…
And normally, this is beer Goebbels French
interpreter, Mademoiselle Francesca
looks up at Shosanna.
NARRATOR’S VOICE comes on soundtrack;
Francesca Mondino is much more then
Goebbels French Interpreter.
She’s also Goebbels favorite French
actress to appear in his films…
from one of Francesca’s B/W Goebbels produced productions.
Francesca, dressed as a French peasant girl, with a YOUNG
GERMAN (MOVIE) SOLDIER.
She speaks in FRENCH, SUBTITLED in to ENGLISH;
I love you, I can’t help it. My country
or my heart, which do I betray?
A SUBTITLE APPEARS below naming the films title;
“SENTIMENTAL COMBAT” (1943)
Francesca and Goebbels having sex in her boudoir, on her red
And Goebbels favorite French Mistress,
to act in his bed.
WE SEE JUST A SUPER QUICK SHOT OF Goebbels FUCKING Francesca
Do it! Do it! Fuck me – fill me!
BACK TO FRANCESCA
looking at Shosanna.
And you’ve met the Major.
The Gestapo officer steps up and says, to Fredrick in German;
Actually, I didn’t introduce myself.
Major Deiter Helistrom of the Gestapo, at
your service mademoiselle.
Please allow me, have a seat.
The Gestapo Officer pulls out a chair, for the young lady to sit
down. Shosanna takes the hot seat. Seated to her right is
Private Zoller. To her left are the two curly pampered
poodles. Major Helistrom pours Shosanna a glass of red wine
from a small craft on the table.
Try the wine mademoiselle, it’s quite good.
Goebbels looks across the table at her.
well I must say, you’ve made quite a
impression on our boy.
Francesca interprets Goebbels German for Shosanna.
I must say fraulein, I should be rather
annoyed with you.
I arrive in France, and I wish to have
lunch with my star…
Little do I know Be’s become
the toast of paris, and now he
must find time for me.
People wait in line hours, day’s,
to see me. For the Fuhrer and
Private Zoller, I wait.
So finally, I’m granted a audience
with the young Private, and he spends
the entire lunch speaking of you
and your cinema.
So Fraulein Mimieux, let’s get down
Private Zoller interrupts –
– Heer Goebbels, I haven’t informed
Unless the girls a simpleton, I’m
sure she’s figured it out by now,
after all she does operate a cinema.
Francesca, tell her.
Francesca tells Shosanna in French;
What they’re trying to tell you
Emmanuelle, is Private Zoller has
spent the last hour at lunch,
trying to convince Monsieur Goebbels
to abandon previous plans for Private
Zollers film premier, and change the
venue to your cinema.
I wanted to inform her.
Shit. I apologize Private, of
course you did.
What’s the issue?
The Private wanted to inform the
Nonsense. Until I ask a few
questions, he has nothing to inform.
Let the record state, I have not
agreed to a venue change.
Goebbels speaks German to Shosanna;
You have opera boxes?
More would be better. How many
seats in your auditorium?
Three hundred and fifty.
That’s almost four hundred less
then The Ritz.
Fredrick jumps in…
But beer Goebbels, that’s not such
a terrible thing. You said yourself
you didn’t want to indulge every
two faced french bourgeois taking
up space currying favor. With less
seat’s it makes the event more
exclusive. Your not trying to fill
the house, their fightin g for seats.
Besides, to hell with the French.
This is a German night, a German
event, a German celebration. This
night is for you, me, the German
military, the high command, their
family and friends. The only people
who should be allowed in the room,
are people who will be moved by
the exploits on screen.
Goebbels listens silently, then after a bit of a pause;
I see your public speaking has
improved. It appears I’ve created
a monster. A strangely persuasive
monster. When the war’s over,
Well Private, though it is true,
I’m inclined to indulge you anything.
I must watch a film in this young
ladies cinema before I can say,
yes or no.
So young lady, you are to close
your cinema tonight, and have
a private screening me.
What German films do you have?
My cinema , on German night, tends
to show older German classics.
Why not my films?
I draw a older German audience in
my cinema, that appreciate the
nostalgia of the earlier time.
That’s nonsense fraulein. Us Germans
are looking forward, not backwards.
That era of German cinema is dead.
The German cinema I create, will not
only be thee cinema of Europe. But
the worlds only alternative to the
degenerate Jewish influence of
Fredrick Jumps in…
Along with being a cinema owner,
Emmanuelle is quite a formidable
He chuckles, but alone.
WSo it would appear. Unfortunately
for the fraulein, I’ve outlawed
Zoller, thinking fast, says;
Why don’t you screen “Lucky Kids”?
I’m sure Emmanuelle hasn’t seen. it.
And it’s so funny, I’ve been meaning
to recommend it to her, for her
German night. That’s a great idea,
let’s watch “Lucky Kids” tonight.
Ahhh, “Lucky Kids”, “Lucky Kids”,
“Lucky Kids”. When all is said and
done, my most purely enjoyable
production. Not only that, I
wouldn’t be surprised, if sixty
years from now, It’s “Lucky Kids”
that I’m the most remembered for.
I know it doesn’t seem like it now,
but mark my words.
Very well, I’ll have a print sent
over to the fraulein’.s cinema.
We’ll screen “Lucky Kids” tonight.
As Francesca interprets this for Shosanna…
…the empty chair next to the young Jewish girl is suddenly
filled with the bottom half of a grey S.S. officer uniform.
Ah Landa, your here, this is the
young lady in question.
The S.S. Officer sits down, and it’s our old friend from the
first scene COL HANS LANDA.
Shosanna, this4pol Hans Landa of
the SS., he’ll be running security
for the premier.
A bomb is dropped and detonated behind her eyes. But if she
gives any indication of this, her war story ends here.
The S.S. OFFICER
that murdered her family, takes her hand and kisses it,
saying in perfect French;
Better known as “The Jew Hunter”.
The table laughs.
Oh Francesca, what was that funny
thing the Fuhrer said about Hans?
You know, you were there, it was a
funny thing the Fuhrer said,
about Hans…Something about a pig?
Francesca’s memory is jogged.
Oh, yes of course.
She repeats it by whispering it in Goebbels ear.
Oh, yes of course, that’s it. So
the Fuhrer said, he wouldn’t be
surprised if Hans weren’t rooting
out Jews like a truffle pig from
the play pen.
That’s what we need, pigs that can
root out Jews.
Who needs pigs when you have me?
Big hearty laugh around the table.
Do you have a engagement tonight?
Well, as a matter of fact, I do –
– Break it. We’re all going to the
Fraulein’s cinema tonight to view
Then Reich Ministers companion mademoiselle Mondino,
And now I must get Reich Minister Goebbels
to his next appointment.
Slave driver! French slave driver!
They all chuckle.
Everybody begins to stand up from the table…
..Francesca gathers the stupid dogs…
.as Col Landa stands, he says;
Actually, in my role as security
chief of this joyous German occasion,
I’m afraid I must have a word with
Mademoiselle Mimieux eyes go to Private Zoller, who responds.
What sort of discussion?
That sounded suspiciously like a
Private questioning the order of a
Colonel? Or am I just being sensitive?
Nothing could be further from the
truth Colonel. Your authority is
But your reputation does proceed
you. Should Mademoiselle Mimieux
or myself be concerned?
Hans, the boy means no harm, he’s
simply smitten. And he’s correct.
Your reputation does proceed you.
Laughter all around. The Reich Minister and his axis entourage,
make their way to front of the cafe, with the two dumb dogs on
a leash, leading the way.
No need for concern, you two.
As security chief, I simply need
to have a chat with the possible
new venue’s property owner.
I was just hoping to escort
Mademoiselle Mimieux back to her
Nonsense! You can eat ice cream,
and walk along the Sienne another
time. Right now, allow Col Landa
to do his job.
Everybody saystheir farewells.
Col Landa offers the young jew in hiding a seat at a small
table in the outside patio area of Maxims.
The fluency and poetic proficiency of the S.S. jew hunters
french, revels to the audience, that his feigning clumsiness at
french with Monsieur Lapadite in the films first scene, was
simply a interrogation-technique.
They speak FRENCH SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
Have you tried the strudel here?
It’s not so terrible. So how is it
the young Private and yourself came
to be acquainted?
She’s about to answer, when a WAITER approaches.
Yes, two strudels, one for myself,
and one for the mademoiselle. A cup
of espresso, with a container of.
steamed milk, on the side.
For the Mademoiselle, a glass of milk.
Considering Shosanna. grew up on a dairy farm, and the last time
she was on a dairy farm, her strudel companion murdered her
entire family, his ordering her milk is, to say the
least… . disconcerting.
The key to Col Landa’s power, and or charm, depending on the
side ones on, lies in his ability to convince you he’s privy to
So Mademoiselle, you were beginning
Up untill a couple of days ago,
I had no knowledge of Private Zoller,
or his exploits. To me, the Private
was simply just a patron of my cinema.
We spoke a few times, but –
– Mademoiselle, let me interrupt you.
This is a simple formality, no
reason for you to feel anxious.
The Colonel takes one look at it, and says to the Waiter;
I apologize, I forgot to order the
the apple pie)
Wait for the cream.
So Emmanuelle – May I call you
So Emmanuelle, explain to me how
does it happen, that a young lady
such as your self, comes to own a
The Waiter returns, applying cream fresh to the two strudels.
The S.S. Colonel looks across the table at his companion, picking
up his fork, he says;
Shosanna takes Ã¢â‚¬Â¢a whip creamy bite of strudel, Landa follows her
Shosanna, mouth full of pie, indicates she approves.
Like I said, not so terrible.
So you were explaining the origin of
your cinema ownership?
The cinema originally belonged to
my aunt and uncle –
Col Landa removes alittle black book from his pocket.
– What is there names?
Jean-Pierre and Ada Mimieux.
He records the names in his little book.
Where are they now?
My uncle was killed during blitzkrieg.
Pity… . Continue.
Aunt Ada passed away from fever
It’s come to my attention you have
a negro in your employ, is that true?
Yes, he’s a Frenchman. His name is
Marcel. He worked with my aunt and
uncle since they opened the cinema.
He’s the only other one who works
Is he any good?
Actually one could see where that
might be a good trade for them.
Can you operate the projectors?
Of course I can.
Knowing the Reich Minister as I do,
I’m quite positive he wouldn’t want
the success or failure of his
illustrious evening, dependent on
the prowess of a negro. So if it
comes to pass we hold this event
at your venue, talented no doubt,
as your negro may be, you will
operate the projectors. Is that
As if she has any say.
Col Landa takes another bite of strudel, Shosanna follows suit.
So it would appear our young hero is
quite smitten with you?
Private Zollers feelings for me
aren’t of a romantic nature.
Colonel, his feelings are not
romantic. I remind him of his sister.
That doesn’t mean his feelings
I remind him of his sister who
It’s sounding more and more romantic
by the minute.
Landa takes out a handsome looking cigarette case, with a S.S.
LOGO on it. Removing on of the fags, he lights it up with a
fancy S.S. gold lighter. He offers one to Shosanna.
No thank you.
Do you smoke?
Then I insist, you must take one.
There not French, there German.
I hope your not nationalist about
your tobacco, to me French cigarettes
are a sin against nicotine.
She takes one, but makes no move to light it.
He inhales deep, and says;
I did have some thing else I wanted
to ask you, but right now, for the
life of me, I can’t remember what it
- Oh well, must not of been important.
Col Landa stands up, throws some French francs on the table,
puts on his grey S.S. cap, touches his finger to his visor,
saluting Shosanna, and saying:
And with that he’s gone.
Shosanna breaths a sigh of relief.
The CAMERA begins to slowly lower from a MEDIUM CU to her feet
ankles and floor. We see her shoes are in a puddle of urine.
During her conversation and strudel with the man that
exterminated her entire family, shosanna pissed herself.
She drops the German cigarette in to the piss puddle by her
INT – CINEMA AUDITORIUM – NIGHT
The SILVER SCREEN
on screen is the German screwball comedy “LUCKY KIDS”.
We hear OFF SCREEN laughter at the on screen aryan antics.
Watching the screen, basking in his own toxic genius.
Laughing at the comedy, hand covering her mouth.
CU TWO BLACK POODLES
Pantingly watching the screen.
CU MAJOR HELLSTROM
Smiling, smoking a French cigarette.
CU COL LANDA
Smoking his calabash, amused.
CU FREDRICK ZOLLER
Truly enjoying himself.
watching the screen.
The LITERARY NARRATOR comes on the soundtrack.
While Shosanna sits there pretending
to be amused by the aryan antics of
Goebbels Frank Capra copy, “Lucky
Kids”, a thought suddenly comes to
We see her face get slightly distracted behind the eyes.
What if tonight, accidently, the
cinema burned down? The Third Reich
would lose it’s Minister of
propaganda, it’s national hero, and
it’s top jew hunter, all in one fell
She chuckles at the thought, though it looks like she’s
laughing at the German comedy.
“The END” card for “Lucky Kids” is projected.
The Nazi rouges gallery, and Shosanna, applaud the film.
The lights go up.
Goebbels excepts congratulations, as they stand and begin to
file out into the lobby.
The screening of “Lucky Kids” was a
complete success. And Heer Goebbels
conceded to have the venue changed
to Shosannas cinema. Not only that,
in a moment of inspiration, Heer
Goebbels had a idea.
Goebbels speaks GERMAN, and Francesca translates;
I must say, I appreciate the modesty
of this auditorium. Your Cinema
has real respect, almost church like.
Not to say we couldn’t spruce the
place up a bit. In Versailles
there’s a crystal chandelier hanging
in the banquet hall that is
extraordinary. we’re going to get it,
and hang it from the very middle of
auditorium roof. Also I want to go to
Louvre, pick up a few Greek nudes,
and just scatter them about the lobby.
we see a quick series of shots that show all that happening.
The chandelier being removed from the ceiling of Versailles.
Greek nude statues being hand trucked out of the Louvre.
A truck driving through the french countryside with the
enormous crystal chandelier in the back.
The lobby of Shosanna’s cinema, pimped out in Nazi iconography.
WORKERS buzz around decorating. The Greek statues are moved
We see Workers trying with incredible difficulty, to hoist the
huge, heavy, and twinkingly fragile chandelier, in Shosannas
auditorium, which now resembles something out of one of Tinto
Brass’s Italian B-movie rip off’s of Visconti’s “The Damned”.
watches all this from a opera box, she shakes her head in
BACK TO SHOSANNA AND THE NAZI “S
in the lobby, post screening of “Lucky Rids”, she’s soundlessly
escorting them to the door, as they make their goodbyes.
As they left the little French
cinema that night, all the Germans
were very happy…
We see Private Zoller hanging back, so he.can say goodbye.
None more so then Private Zoller.
She closes the door on him. Watching the Nazi’s walk into the
Paris night. Their shadows, for a moment onAwall, look
like grotesque Nazi charcthers. 4644
The Nazi’s are gone.
Marcel sits at the top of the staircase of the lobby, looking
down at Shosanna.
They speak in FRENCH SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
What the fuck are we suppose to do?
It looks like we’re suppose to have
a Nazi premier.
Like I said, what the fuck are we
suppose to do?
Well, I need to speak with you
About these Hun swine, commandeering
What about it?
She slowly walks up the stairs to Marcel. She makes him part
his legs, and sits on the lower step, between his legs. Her
back up against his chest, his arms around her shoulders.
Shosanna has only known this type of intimacy with Marcel.
Well, when I was watching the bosch
I got a idea.
I’m confused, what are we talking
Filling the cinema with Nazi’s and
their whores, and burning it down
to the ground.
I’m not talking about that, your
talking about that.
No, we’re talking about that,
right now. If we can keep this
place from burning down by
ourselves, we can burn it down
No, Marcel, just for sake of argument,
if we wanted to burn down the cinema,
for any number of reasons, you and I
could physically accomplish that, no?
Oui Shosanna, we could do that.
And with Madame Mimieux’s 350 nitrate
film print collection, we wouldn’t
even need explosives, would we?
You mean we wouldn’t need any more
Oui, that’s exactly what I mean.
She begins kissing his hands.
I am going to burn down the cinema
on Nazi night.
One of his fingers probes her mouth.
And if I’m going to burn down the
cinema, which I am, we both know,
your not going to let me do it
The back of her head presses up hard against him, as his hand
both caresses, and grips her lovely neck.
Because you love me. And I love you.
And your the only person on this earth
I can trust.
She then TWISTS around, so she’s straddling him. They are now,
face to face.
But that’s not all we’re going to do.
Does the filmmaking equipment it the
attic still work? I know the film
camera does. How about the sound
Quite well, actually. I recorded a
new guitarist I met in a cafe last
week. It works superb. Why do we
need filmmaking equipment?
Because Marcel, my sweet, we’re
going to make a film. Just for the
FADE TO BLACK
INT – ENGLISH COUNTRY ESTATE – DAY
A young MILITARY ATTACHE, opens the sliding double doors
that serve as a entrance to the room.
Right this way, Lieutenant.
A snappy handsome British Lieutenant in dress browns, steps inside
the room. This officer, who has been mixing it up with
the Gerrys since the late thirties, is named LT.ARCHIE HICOX.
A young George Sanders type(The Saint and Private affairs of
Bel Ami, years).
Upon entering the room, Lt.Hicox is gobsmacked.
Standing before him is legendary military mastermind,
GENERAL ED FENECH, a older George Sanders type (Village of the
But in the back of the room, sitting behind a piano,
smoking his ever present cigar, is the unmistakable
bulk of WINSTON CHURCHELL.
Lt. Archie Hicox, reporting sir.
General Ed Fenech, at ease Hicox.
Hicox’s eye’s go to the formidable bulldog behind the piano,
who’s scrutinizing him behind his cigar. However the man behind
the cigar makes no gesture, and the General, makes no
acknowledgment of the three hundred pound gorilla in the room.
Which Lt.Hicox knows enough to mean, if Churchell isn’t
introduced, he ain’t there.
if you offered me a scotch and plane
water, I could drink a scotch and
That a boy, Lieutenant. Make it
yourself, like a good chap,
will you? Bars in the globe.
Hicox heads over to the bar globe.
Something for yourself, sir?
Whiskey straight. No junk in it.
The Lieutenant moves over to the Columbus-style globe bar, and
busies himself mixing spirits, playing bartender chappy.
Fenech, eyeing the Lieutenant’s file.
It says here you’ve run three
undercover commando operations in
Germany, and German occupied
territories? Frankfaurt, Holland,
and Norway to be exact?
Back to them, mixing drinks, he says;
Extraordinary people, the Norwegian’s.
It says here you speak German fluently?
Like a Katzenjammer Kid.
And your occupation before the war?
His back still to us, as he bartends…
- H I COX
I’m a film critic.
List your accomplishments?
Well sir, such as they are, I write
reviews and articles, for a publication
called; “Films and Filmmakers”.
As well as our sister publication.
What’s that called?
“Flickers Bi-Monthly”. And I’ve had
two books published.
Impressive. Don’t be modest Lieutenant,
what are their titles?
- HI COX
The first book was called; “Art Of The
Eye’s, The Heart, and The Mind:A Study
of German Cinema in the Twenties”.
And the second one was called; …
He turns around with his whiskey and plain water, and the
Generals whiskey no junk. He finishes what he was saying, as
he walks toward the General, handing him his drink.
“Twenty-Four Frame Da Vinci”.
It’s a subtexual film criticism
study of the work of German director
- HI COX
What should we drink to, sir?
Down with Hitler.
All the way down, sir.
Are you familiar with German cinema
under the Third Reich?
- HI COX
Yes. Obviously I haven’t seen any of
the films made in the last three
years, but I am familiar with it.
Explain it to me.?
This little escapade of ours,
requires a knowledge of the German
film industry under the Third Reich.
Explain to me UFA, under Goebbels?
Goebbels considers the films he’s
making to be the beginning of a new
era in German cinema. A alternative
to what he considers the Jewish
German intellectual cinema of the
twenties. And the Jewish controlled
dogma of Hollywood.
SUDDENLY… Bellowing from the back of the room;
How’s he doing?
- H I COX
Frightfully sorry sir, once again?
You say he wants to take on the Jews
at their own game? Compared to say
.Louis B.Mayer…how’s he doing?
Quite well, actually. Since Goebbels
has taken over, film attendance has
steadily risen in Germany over the
last eight years. But Louis B.Mayer
wouldn’t be Goebbels proper opposite
number. I believe Goebbels see’s himself
closer to David O.Selznick.
Gen.Fenech looks to the Prime Minister.
With a puff of cigar smoke, Churchell says;
Lt.Bicox, at this point in time I’d
like to brief you on, Operation Kino.
Three days from now, Joseph Goebbels is
throwing a gala premier of one of his
new movies in Paris –
– What film sir?
The General has to resort to peeking at his file.
The motion pictures called; “Nation’s
Oh, you mean the film about Private
We don’t have any intelligence, on
exactly, what the film that night
will be about.
But it’s called “Nation’s Pride”?
I can tell you what it’s about,
it’s about Private Fredrick Zoller.
He’s the German Sgt.York.
Fenech can’t help suppress a smile, they have the right man.
In attendance at this joyous Germatic
occasion, will be Goebbels, Gerring,
Boorman, and most of the German High
command, including all high ranking
officers of both The S.S., and, The
Gestapo. As well as luminaries of the
Nazi propaganda film industry.
The master race at play, aye?
Basically, we have all our rotten
eggs in one basket. The objective of
Operation Kino…. Blow up the basket.
“…and like the snows of yesteryear,
gone from this earth”. Jolly good, sir.
An American Secret Service outfit,
that lives deep behind enemy lines,
will be your assist. The Germans call
them; “The Basterds”.
“The Basterds”, never heard of them.
Whole point of the secret service,
old boy, you not hearing of them.
But the Gerrys have heard of them,
because these yanks have been them
the devil. Their leader is a chap
named Lt.Aldo Raine. The Germans
call him, “Aldo the Apache”.
Why do they call him that?
Best guess, is because he removes the
scalps of the Nazi dead.
He runs his finger along his hairline.
Like a red Injun.
Rather gruesome sounding little
Dicky bird, isn’t he?
No doubt the whole lot, a bunch a
nutters. But you’ve heard the
expression, “It takes a thief”.
General Fenech continues on with his exposition, moving over
to a military map.
You’ll be dropped into France, about
twenty four kilometers outside of Paris.
The Basterds will be waiting for you.
First thing, you go to a little village
(He points it
out on the map)
Apparently the Gerrys never go there.
In Nadine, there’s a tavern, called,
“La Louisiane”, you’ll rendez-vous
with our double agent, and she’ll take
it from there. She’s the one who’s
going to get you in the premiere.
It will be you, her, and two German
born members of the Basterds. She’s
also made all the other arrangements
your going to need.
How will I know her?
I suspect that won’t be too much
trouble for you. Your contact is
Bridget Von Hammersmark.
Bridget Von Hammersmark? The German
movie star is working for England?
For the last two years now. one could
even say Operation Kino was her
In the back of the room the bulldog barks;
You’ll go to the premiere as her
escort, lucky devil. She’ll also
have the premiere tickets for the
other two. Got the gist?
I think so, sir. Paris when it sizzles.
The three British bulldogs laugh.
EXT – CINEMA ROOFTOP – DAY
Shosanna and Marcel are on the rooftop of their cinema,
literally, making a movie.
Marcel is behind a old (even then) BOLEX 35MM MOVIE CAMERA,
positioned low looking up.
Shosanna, the camera subject, stands on boxes looking down
A old timey MICROPHONE is positioned out of frame.
As they always do, and always will, they speak FRENCH
SUBTITLED into you know what.
We need a sync mark.
What is a sync mark?
A action and noise put together,
So we can sync up the picture
How do we do that?
Clap your hands.
In frame imbecile.
She claps her hands in front of her face.
Shosanna takes a deep breath, then;
WE CUT BEFORE SHE SPEAKS TO…
.THE SCENE EARLIER BETWEEN MARCEL AND SHOSANNA IN THE
LOBBY, ON THE STAIRS, TALKING ABOUT BURNING DOWN THE CINEMA.
Big diffrence this time, it’s in COLOR.
But how do we get it developed?
Only a suicidal idiot like us would
develop that footage. How do we get
a35mm print with a soundtrack?
Do you know one person who can do
Of course Gaspar, very nice man,
took care of all the experimental
filmmakers. But nobody in their
right mind would strike a print of
what your talking about. If the
Nazi’s found out, their life wouldn’t
be worth this.
He snaps his fingers.
In a wolf fight, you ether eat the
wolf, or the wolf eats you. If we’re
going to obliterate the Nazi’s,
we have to use their tactics.
What does that mean?
We find somebody who can develop
and process a35mm print. And we
make them do it, or we kill them.
Once we tell them what we want to
do, if they refuse, we have to kill
them anyway, or they’ll turn us in.
Would you do that?
Snaps her fingers.
INT – SMALL FILM PROCESSING LAB- LATE NIGHT
A old mom and pop film processing lab circa the Thirties.
Late late at night.
GASPAR, the fatherly figure of all the experimental French
filmmakers in the decade before German rule, takes a SAVAGE
BEATING at the hands of his friend Marcel.
Shosanna watches, pitiless.
Bring that fucker over here!
Put his head down on that table.
Marcel, holds his arm behind him, as he forces his head flat
against the table top.
Shosanna brings a HATCHET DOWN DEEP into the table, just by
You ether do what the fuck we tell
you to, or I’ll bury this axe in your
I’m not a collaborator!
Then prove it! Or does your manhood
go no deeper, then standing to piss?
Marcel, does his wife, and children
Then after we kill this dog for
Germans, we’ll go and silence them.
She lifts up the hatchet, raises it high…
Prepare to die, collaborator fucker!
hands the couple a SMALL SILVER CAN OF 35mm FILM. Outside
the shop window, it’s morning.
INT – PROJECTION BOOTH-
WE SEE the five heavy silver film cans of Fredrick Zollers
life story “Nations Pride”(clearly marked) on the floor of
the projection booth.
The can for REEL 4is open and empty.
Shosanna’s at the editing bench, REEL 4, is up on the
Shosanna SPLICES her and Marcels footage into REEL 4 of
Fredricks film. Rewinds it, puts it back in the can, and
puts a piece of RED TAPE on REEL 4 CAN.
She walks out of the booth, turning off the lights behind
her, PLUNGING THE SCREEN INTO DARKNESS.
FROM BLACK DISSOLVE TO
EXT – LA LOUISIANE (TAVERN) – NIGHT
We see a small basement tavern, with a old rustic sign out
front that reads, “La Louisiane”.
A SUBTITLE APPEARS:
“The Village of
TWO SHOT LT.HICOX and LT.ALDO RAINE
Aldo is dressed like a French civilian. Hicox is dressed in a
German grey S.S. Cap’t uniform. They look out of a window, in a
apartment, in the village of Nadine, overlooking the tavern.
You didn’t say the goddamn rendez-vous
was in a fuckin basement.
I didn’t know.
You said it was in a tavern?
it is a tavern.
Yeah, in a basement. You know,
fightin in a basement offers a lot
of difficulties, number one being,
your fighting in a basement.
Wilhelm Wicki, joins the SHOT, dressed in a German S.S.
What if we go in there, and she’s
not even there?
We wait. Don’t worry, she’s a British
spy, she’ll make the rendez-vous.
WE SEE the other Basterds, dressed in French civilian clothes,
are in the room as well, they are, Donowitz, Hirschberg,
and Utivich. And in the back of the room, dressed in the grey
uniform of a S.S. Lieutenant, Hugo Stiglitz sits off by himself,
sharpening his S.S. DAGGER on his leather belt looped around his
boot. Anybody not in the scene from the Basterds opening
chapter, is dead.
Lt.Hicox watches Stiglitz off by himself on the other side of
the room, SHARPENS his dagger menacingly.
.Stiglitz is fucking werid…
Lt.Hicox approaches Stiglitz…
That’s right, sir.
He continues bringing the blades edge, up, then, down on the
I hear your pretty good with that?
Meaning the blade. Stiglitz doesn’t answer.
You know, we’re not looking for
trouble, right now. We’re simply
making contact with our agent.
Should be uneventful. However, on
the off chance I’m wrong, and things
prove eventful. I need to know, we can
all remain calm.
The renegade Gerry Sergeant, stops his blades progress, and
looks up at the limy Lieutenant.
I don’t look calm to you?
Well, now you put it like that,
I guess you do.
He turns his attention back to his blade.
Hicox moves over to Aldo, and asks him privately;
- HI COX
This Gerry of yours, Stiglitz?
Not exactly the loquacious type,
Aldo just looks at him.
Is that the kinds man you need, the
Fair point, Lieutenant.
So y’all git in trouble in there,
what are we suppose to do?
Make bets on how it all comes out?
If we get into trouble, we can
handle it. But if trouble does
happen, we need you to make damn
sure no Germans, or French, for
matter, escape from that basement.
If Frau Von Hammersmark’s cover is
compromised, the mission is kaput.
Speaking of Frau Von Hammersmark,
who’s idea was it for the death trap
She chose the spot.
Well isn’t that just dandy?
Look, she’s not a military strategist.
She’s just a actress.
Ya don’t got to be Stonewall
Jackson to know you don’t want to
fight in a basement.
She wasn’t picking a place to fight.
She was picking a place, isolated,
and without germans.
Lieutenant, I hate to be contrary,
but I got me a Nazi pissin on
They move to the window, and sure enough, ONE LONE NAZI
PRIVATE, relieves himself against the side wall.
Lt.Bicox, this was definitely, not the plan.
Sgt.Donowitz chides him;
So what do you think your fraulein
Von Hammer –
– Obviously, I don’t know,Sgt.
The British officer watches the German soldier, who’s not
suppose to be there. When Hugo Stiglitz joins him at the
window. Stiglitz looks down at the urinating Nazi, S.S. dagger
If we’re going, let’s go.
He sheaths the dagger.
EXT – LA LOUISIANE (BASEMENT TAVERN) – NIGHT
The GERMAN PISSING PRIVATE, sloppily finishes his task.
Craming his noodle back in his pants, he descends the stairs
that lead him back into the basement tavern. We Follow him…
INT – LA LOUISIANE (BASEMENT TAVERN)- NIGHT
.Inside the basement tavern, La Louisiane. it has a very low
hanging basement ceiling. A old looking wood bar off to the
right. And the only other space in the little tavern, is taken
up by two large(at least in here) tables, which take up both
half’s of the room. And despite rumors to the contrary, one of
the two tables, is completely filled with drunken celebrating
Nazi enlisted men, of which our urinating friend is one of
ONE GERMAN MASTER SGT, ONE FEMALE GERMAN SGT (a powerfully built
stocky type), and THREE MALE GERMAN PRIVATES.
The Five Nazi’s are sitting around the table, drinking, and
playing a very fun game with none other then the fraulein of
the hour, UFA diva, BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK. Dressed to the
nines in a chic Forties style women’s suit, complete with
fedora. The game their playing consists of each player having
a card with the name of a famous person, real or imaginary,
stuck to their forehead. The player doesn’t know what name is
on their forehead. So they ask the others questions to figure
out who they are.
The Five Germans, five cards read; MASTER SGT #1(POLA NEGRI),
FEMALE SGT #2(BEETHOVEN), GERMAN PRIVATE #3(MATA HARI),
GERMAN PRIVATE #4 (EDGAR WALLACE), GERMAN PRIVATE #5
(WINNETOU). And Bridget Von Hammersmark, who wears her card in
the brim of her fedora, has GENGHIS KHAN.
It’s German#5 (WINNETOU) turn to ask questions.
The DIALOGUE will be in GERMAN, and SUBTITLED into ENGLISH.
Also, while some dialogue will be written for the German
Soldiers, it will be mostly made up from the exuberance
of their game playing, and celebrating.
.okay, I’m not German. Am I American?
The whole table bursts out laughing.
Yes you arel
Well, not really.
What do you mean, not really? Of
course he is.
Well if he’s so American, how come
he’s never been translated into
English? He’s not American. He’s
suppose to be American, but he’s not
a American creation. In fact, he’s
something very different.
Okay, I’m a fictional, literary
character, from the past, I’m American,
and that’s controversial.
No it’s not controversial. The nationally
of the author, has nothing to do with
the nationally of the character.
The Character is the character.
Hamlet’s not British, he’s Danish.
So yes, this character was born in
Well I’m glad that’s settled. If I had
a wife, would she be called a squaw?
He’s got it.
The table Laughs.
Is my bloodbrother, Old Shatterhand?
Did Karl May write me?
In the BACKGROUND, WE SEE, our three counterfeit German
Officers, Hicox, Wicki, and Stiglitz, enter the basement
tavern. They obviously. see the five German soldiers, but their
too far away for us (the audience) to read their face. No
doubt their less then happy. Fraulein Von Hammersmark
see’s them as well. Without getting up, she waves to them.
Hello, my lovelies, I will join you
in moments. I’m finishing up a game
with my five new friends here.
No hurry, Frau Von Hammersmark.
Take your time, enjoy yourself.
So who are you?
I am WINNETOU, CHIEF of the APACHES!
The table CHEERS, and APPLAUD the Apache Chief, as he takes
the card off his forehead.
The other Four German Soldiers drink down there beer(part of
Bridget Von Hammersmark knock backs her champagne.
Frau Von Hammersmark, when your
friends came in, did you realize
you did a double take, like in the
Really? No, I wasn’t aware of that
They must be second nature to you now?
Did they teach you how to do a double
take in the movies?
Well, yes they did, but it’s not really
Do one for us.
The Tableheartily agrees.
Bridget looks directly at the Master Sgt, and does a perfect,
and perfectly funny, Double Take.
The Table loves it.
My turn, I want to try.
Mata Hari, looks directly at Beethoven, and does a Double
I want to try.
Soon the whole Table is doing dueling Double Takes.
HICOX – WICKI – STIGLITZ
watch the table do dueling Double Takes. Obviously, they don’t
.Bridget Von Hammersmark rises, and excuses herself from the
Table. She removes the card stuck in her fedora, looking at
the name Gengus Khaun for the first time.
Gengus Khaun! I would never of gotten that.
She walks over, and joins the masquerading Germans table, the
Gentlemen rise. She greets each warmly with a french cheek
kiss, as if she knows them well.
They all take a seat. The two Basterds, and one Brit, drink
Whiskey. The taverns PROPRIETOR, a older, big bellyed
Frenchman named EARL, comes over to the table, and pours more
champagne into Bridget’s Champagne glass. He leaves, returning
back behind the bar, with the YOUNG FRENCH BARMAID, the only other
person in the establishment.
Obviously, they speak GERMAN, SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
I thought this place was suppose to
have more French then Germans?
Normally that’s true. The Sgt over
there’s wife, just had a baby. His
commanding officer gave him, and his
mates the night off to celebrate.
We should leave.
F No, we should stay. For one drink at
least. I’ve been waiting for you in a
bar, it would look strange if we left
before we had a drink.
She’s right, just be calm, and enjoy
BACK TO THE GERMAN TABLE
The French Barmaid, has taken Bridget’s place in the rousing,
rowdy game. She tells them, her person must be French, or she
won’t know them. Winnetou thinks for a moment, then writes a
name on a card. The Barmaid puts it on her forehead, It says;
The Germans all laugh.
BACK TO THE BASTERDS TABLE
There’s been some new developments.
The cinema venue has changed.
No one knows. But that in itself
shouldn’t be a problem. The cinema
it’s been changed to is considerably
smaller then The Ritz. So whatever
materials you brought for The Ritz,
should be doubly effective here.
Now this next piece of information
is colossal, try not to over react.
The Fubrer, will be attending tomorrow.
Hugo Stiglitz does a SPIT TAKE.
Bridget’s eyes bore holes in him.
BACK TO THE REAL GERMANS
They see Hugo do the spit take, and burst out laughing.
Keeping it up, they begin to do dueling spit takes, like they
did dueling double takes earlier. Needless to say, they all
BACK TO BASTERDS
You’ll be going as Ernst Schuller.
You’ll say your a associate producer
on Riefenstahl’s “Tiefland”. It’s the
one German production not under Goebbels
control, and Leni wouldn’t be caught dead
at a Goebbels film affair.
BACK TO REAL GERMAN TABLE
Master Sgt.Pola Negri, drinks his beer, as he looks over,
dreamily, at Bridget Von Hammersmark at the other table.
BACK TO BASTERDS
We See in Bridget continues to brief Hicox on his identity.
the B.G., the German Master Sgt stand up from his table, and
head toward Fraulein Von Bammersmark.
.the films gone through many delays,
and Leni’s heath is deteriorating, so
if you have to speak…
Hicox, seeing the German Master Sgt approach, signals for her
to cool it.
Frau Von Hammersmark, I was just
thinking, could you sign a autograph
to my son on his birthday?
I’d love to Wilhelm.
(To the Table)
This handsome happy Sgt, just became
a father today.
The Pretend Officers offer congratulations to the Sgt.
The German Master Sgt, CLICKS his heels, and bows before his
Thank you, heil Hitler.
He raises his hand …. as do the seated phony officers; “Heil
As she takes a rather fancy fountain pen from her clutch..
So Wilhelm, do you know the name of
this progeny yet?
I most certainly do, fraulein. His
name is Maximilian.
Even the slightly psychotic Stiglitz, likes this German Sgt.
Wonderful name, Sgt.
Thank you, Lieutenant. When he’s old
enough to ride a bicycle, I will buy
him a blue one. And I will paint on
the side “The Blue Max”.
He thrusts out his beer stein, for the officers to cheers.
Bridget finishes signing her autograph, with a big flourish.
There you go. But wait, I’m not finished yet.
She reaches into her clutch, and pulls out some lipstick.
Applies some ruby red color to her lips, and then kisses the
napkin, leaving a big red lip print. Then hands the treasured
item to the young father.
Nothing but the best for little Maximilian.
Thank you fraulein, thank you. Max may
not know who you are now. But he will.
I will show him all of your movies.
He will grow up with your films,
and this napkin on his wall.
Then, to the whole tavern…
I purpose a toast to the greatest actress
in Germany! There is no Dietrich, there is
no Riefenstahl, only Von Hammersmark!
The whole room toasts.
This would be a good time for the German Sgt to go back to his
table, and his men. And he almost does…. but… since he is
drunk, and star struck, he out wears his welcome.
So, Frau Von Hammersmark, what brings
you to France?
Feeling any good Nazi officer’s patience would of been
exhausted long ago, Lt.Hicox butts in.
None of your business,Sgt.
You might not have worn out your welcome
with the fraulein, with your drunken
boorish behavior, but you have wore out
your welcome with me.
The Table of game playing Soldiers, hear this, and get quiet.
Might I remind you Sgt.,your a enlisted
man. This is a officers table. I suggest
you stop pestering the fraulein, and
rejoin your table.
The German Master Sgt., looks quizzically at the officer.
Excuse me Cap’t, but your accent is
is very unusual.
The whole room pauses-for different reasons…
Where are you from?
A silent moment passes between the two tables, then the two
German born impostors spring into action.
Sgt.! You must be ether drunk or mad,
to speak to a superior officer with
Stiglitz, STANDS and YELLS to the other table;
I’m making YOU,…
.responsible, for him.
I suggest you take hold of your friend,
or he’ll spend Max’s first birthday
in jail for public drunkenness!
The Germans SPRING UP, and take hold of Sgt.Pola…
A GERMAN VOICE rings out;
GERMAN VOICE (OS)
Then might I inquire?
The Five known Germans move aside, reveling the unknown German
in the room, unseen till now, our old friend from before
MAJOR DEITER HELLSTROM of the GESTAPO. The Major stands from
the little table he was sitting at.
Like the young newly christened father,
I too have a acute ear for accents.
And like him, I too find yours odd.
From where do you hail, Cap’t?
Wicki jumps in;
Major, this is highly inappr –
T wasn’t speaking to you
or you ether, Lt.Berlin.
I was speaking to Cap’t I–don’t-know-what.
The Gestapo Major is now standing beside Sgt.Pola, before the
Lt.Hicox, calmly explains his origin.
I was born in the village that rests
in the shadow of Piz Palu.
Yes. In that village we all speak like
this. Have you seen the Riefenstahl film?
f q s
Then you saw me. You remember the skiing
Yes I do.
In that scene was myself, my father,
my sister, and my two brothers. My
brother is so handsome, the director
Pabst, gave him a Close Up.
As Bridget Von Hammersmark places a cigarette in a ivory
cigarette holder, which Hicox, as if on cue, lights for her,
Major, if my word means anything, I can
vouch for everything the Young Cap’t has
just said. He does hail from the bottom
of Piz Palu, he was in the film,
and his brother is far more handsome
The impostors laugh.
Then….so does the Gestapo Major. He turns to the Sgt.
You should rejoin your friends.
Which the young Sgt is more then happy to do. That table
begins playing there game again.
Major Hellstrom, the highest ranking officer in the room, bows
graciously to the female German celebrity.
May I join you?
By all means, Major.
The Gestapo Major sits at the table, opposite Lt.Hicox, and
Wicki. The French Barmaid brings over the Majors beer stein.
So that’s the source of your bazaar
accent? Extraordinary. So what are
you doing here Cap’t?
Aside from having a drink with the lovely
Well that pleasure requires no explanation.
I mean in country. Your obviously not
stationed in France, or I’d know who
LT Ã¢â‚¬Â¢ I’! I COX
You know every German in France?
Well, there in lies the problem. We
never claimed to be worth knowing.
All levity aside, what are you doing
Attending Goebbels film premiere as
the frauleins escort.
Your the frauleins escort?
Somebody has to carry the lighter.
The Captain is my date, but all three
are my guests. We’re old friends Major,
who go back along time. Longer then
a actress would care to admit.
Well, in that case, let me raise a glass
to the three luckiest men in the room.
I’ll drink to that.
BACK TO THE REAL GERMAN TABLE
They continue to have alot of fun playing their game.
BACK TO OFFICERS TABLE
I must say, that game their playing
looks like a good bit of fun. I didn’t
join them, because your quite right Cap’t,
officers and enlisted men shouldn’t
fraternize. But seeing as we’re all
.and sophisticated lady friends of
officers. What say we play the game?
Lt.Hicox begins to refuse, when Bridget (feeling she knows
better), interrupts him;
okay, one game.
The Major borrows five cards from the other table, and lays
them out in front of Bridget and the officers.
So the object of the game, is to write
the name of a famous person on your card.
Real or fictitious, doesn’t matter. For
instance, you could write Confucius or
(He SNAPS his
Eric’ More pens.
(Back to players)
And they must be famous. No Aunt Inga’s.
When you finish writing, put the card
face down on the table, and move it to
the person to your left. The person to
your right, will move their card in
front of you. You pick up the card
without looking at it, lick the back,
and stick it on your forehead like so.
And in ten yes or no questions, you must
guess who you are…
As Major Hellstrom finishes explaining the finer points of the
game, The CAMERA PANS OFF HIM, and BEGINS SLOWLY ZOOMING INTO
STIGLITZ. The Majors dialogue begins to FADE AWAY.
Untill we’re in a SPAGHETTI WESTERN FLASHBACK. Which is RED
FILTERED FOOTAGE of Hugo being savagely WHIPPED by somebody
wearing a GESTAPO UNIFORM, SUPERIMPOSED over his CLOSE UP.
The Flashback disappears. It’s driving Stiglitz crazy, being
this close to a Gestapo uniform, and not plunging a knife into
The Majors Voice comes back on the soundtrack.
.So let’s give it a try, shall we?
Everybody write your names.
The Five players write their names…
Then move their cards to the right…
Everybody sticks their cards on their forehead…
is is is is is
KONG POLO DRUMMOND HELM PABST
I’ll start, give you the idea.
Am I German?
Am I a American?
They laugh – but then Wicki says;
Wait a minute, he goes to
Don’t be ridiculous, obviously he wasn’t
born in America.
So… . I visited America, aye?
The Table says; “Yes”.
Was this vist…fortuitous?
Not for you.
.Bummm. My native land, is it what
one would call, exotic?
The Table confers, and decides, yes it is exotic.
Hummmm. That could be ether a reference
to the jungle, or the Orient. I’m going
to let my first instinct take over, and
ask, am I from the jungle?
The Tablesays; “Yes you are”.
Now gentlemen, around this time you could
ask, weather your real or fictitious.
I however, think that’s too easy, so I
won’t ask that, yet. Okay, my native land
is the jungle? I visited America, but my
visit was not fortuitous to me, but the
implication is that it was to somebody
else. When I went from the jungle to
America,… .Did I go by boat?
Did I go against my will?
On this boat ride, … . Was I in chains?
When I arrived in America,…Was I
displayed in chains?
Am I the story of the Negro in America?
The Table says, “No”.
Well then I must be King Kong.
Be throws the card on the table.
They applaud him.
Nov since I answered correctly, you all
need to finnish your drinks.
The three counterfeit Nazi’s knock back their whiskey.
Now, who’s next?
Major, I don’t mean to be rude. But the
four of us are very good friends. And
the four of us haven’t seen each other
in quite a while. So…
Major, I’m afraid, you are intruding.
I beg to differ Cap’t. It’s only if the
fraulein considers my presence a
intrusion, that I become a intruder.
How about it fraulein? Am I intruding?
Of course not, Major.
I didn’t think so. It’s simply the young
Cap’t is immune to my charms.
The Table’s not sure what to do, is this a confrontation?
Then, the Major laughs.
I’m just joking, of course I’m intruding.
Allow me to refill your glasses gentlemen,
and I will bid you and the fraulein adieu.
Eric has a bottle of thirty-three year old
single malt scotch whisky from the
Scottish highlands. What do you say
Your most gracious, sir.
Eric, the thirty-three, and new glasses!
You don’t want to contaminate the thirty-
three with the swill you were drinking.
How many glasses?
Not me. I like scotch, scotch doesn’t like
Nor I. I’ll stay with bubbly.
Lt.Bicox, hold up three fingers(pinky to index), to Eric the
Eric brings the three glasses, and the old bottle, pouring for
the three soldiers.
Major Helistrom lifts up his beer stein, and toasts;
To a thousand year Reich!
They all mutter, “a thousand year reich”, and toast glasses.
The Gestapo Major puts down his beer stein, and then WE HEAR a
CLICK, under the table.
Did you hear that? That’s the sound of
my Luger pointed right at your testicles.
Why do you have a Luger pointed at my
Because you’ve just given yourself
away, Cap’t. Your no more German then
Well, -Major –
– Major –
– Shut up slut.
You were saying?
I was saying that makes two of us. I’ve
had a gun pointed at your balls since
you sat down.
That makes three of us.
We See all three guns pointed at appropriate crotches. As well
as Bridget’s legs, right besides the Nazi Major’s. Her pretty
gams are sure to be chewed up in the possible crossfire.
And at this range, I’m a real
Hugo alsobrings out his dagger, and sitcks it in the table top.
Hummmmm … Looks like we have a bit
of a sticky situation here.
- H ICOX
What’s going to happen, Major, is your
going to stand up, and walk out that
door with us.
No no no no no no, I don’t think so.
I’m afraid you and I both know, no matter
what happens to anybody else in this room,
the two of us aren’t going anywhere.
him at the table)
Too bad about them though. They seem
like a likeable
Stiglitz and Wicki)
You two will have to shoot them.
Then Major, i implore you. For the
sake of those German troops, will
you please leave with us?
Oh Bridget, your concern for German
troops, gets me
.right here. You mean for the sake
your whore legs, don’t you? You can’t
afford to get any bullet holes in them,
your not finished spreading them for
all the Hollywood Jews.
Lt.Hicox picks up his thirty-three year old single malt
scotch, and says;
‘Well, if this is it old boy, I hope
you dont mind if I go out speaking
By all means, Cap’t.
The English film critic, commando, picks up the thirty-three
the Nazi Major bought him, and says;
There’s a special rung in hell reserved
for people who waste good scotch.
And seeing as I might be rapping on
the door momentarily…
He downs the stuff.
(To the Nazi
I must say, damn good stuff, sir.
He puts the glass down.
Now about this, “Pickle”, we find
ourself’s in. It would appear, there’s
only thing left for you to do.
And what would that be?
Say, auf wiedersehen to your balls!
FIRES into HELLSTROM’S BALLS…
As does HICOX, HITTING not only Hellstrom, but BRIDGET as
FIRES into HICOX’S BALLS and KNEE CAPS.
then JUMPS over the table, and begins STABBING HELLSTROM with the
HICOX FALLS to the floor….DEAD.
BRIDGET FALLS to the floor.,SHOT.
brings his weapon out from underneath the table, and BEGINS
FIRING across at The GERMANS at the table, who unaware, were
still PLAYING THE GAME.
is SHOT IN THE BACK, before he even knew what was happening.
EDGAR WALLACE and The FRENCH BARMAID
are both SHOT by WICKI.
FALLS to the floor in the confusion.
FEMALE SGT.BEETHOVEN and STIGLITZ bring their guns toward each
other and FIRE. They BOTH TAKE and GIVE each other so many
BULLETS, it’s almost romantic when they collapse DEAD on the
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The SHOOTING STOPS…the SMOKE caused by the gunfire … starts
to DISSIPATE… The only one in the room left alive, is the
young German Sgt, with the machine gunn.
WE HEAR the feet of the soldiers outside, reach the basement
The door opens…
, .The German Sgt, sends FIFTY BULLETS in the doors
No one goes through it.
What we have here, is a rabbit hole like situation. No one
inside is getting out, no one outside is getting in.
The young German Sgt, YELLS in ENGLISH, to the outside;
You outside! Who are you? British,
Aldo’s Voice YELLS down the hole;
Were American’s 1 What are you?
I’m a German you idiot!
You speak English pretty good for a
I agree! So let’s talk!
I’m a father! My baby was born today
in Frankfurt! Five hours ago! His name
is Max! We were in here drinking and
celebrating! They’re the ones that
came in shooting and killing!
It’s not my fault!
Okay, okay, it wasn’t your fault!
What’s your name soldier?
That’s the same name as one of the
guys you just killed!
They attacked us!
Okay Wilhelm… .is anybody alive
on our side?
We hear a VOICE OFF SCREEN, yell out;
Wilhelm spins in the direction of the voice.
On the floor, with a bullet in her BLOODY LEG, lies the
alive Bridget Von Hammersmark.
The German Sgt points the muzzle of the machine gunn at
the German celebrity; with hate in his eyes.
Make a sound whore, and I spit!
Meaning the muzzle.
Wilhelm, who is that?
is the girl on your side?
1 Who do you think, Von Hammersmark!
Yeah, she’s oar’s!
LOW in GERMAN)
I thought so. So you run with the
American’s now, huh? Now times are
Is she okay?
LOW in GERMAN)
You despicable traitor.
She’s been shot, but she’s alive.
LOW in GERMAN)
We hear The Basterds Curse their luck Off Screen.
Okay Wilhelm, what’d ya say we
make a deal?
What’s your name?
Aldo. Wilhelm, can I call yap Willi?
So Willi, you know we could lob three
or four or five or six grenades down
there, and your little war story ends
here. But good fer you, bad fer her,
you die, she dies. So what say we
make a swap?
Okay, Willi here’s my deal! You let
me and one of my men come down to
take the girl away! And we take the
girl, and leave! That simple, Willi!
You go your way, we go ours! And little
Max, gets to grow up playing catch with
his daddy! So what’ya say, Willi, we
got a deal?
Bridget watches Willi think…
I’m here Willi!
I want to trust you…. But howcanI?
What choice ya got?
I could kill the girl!
Well now, Willi, that’s true enough.
But something you need to know, so
you don’t get the wrong idea. Ain’t
none of us give a fuck bout that
girl. But, admittedly, if you kill
her, it would fuck up our plans. But
you’ll be dead by then anyway, so
what’d you care? And lets not
forget that little gatzenjammer
Max, growin up without a pop. So in
the spirit of gettin you home to
him, we got a deal, Willi?
Okay Aldo, I’m going to trust you!
Come down, no guns!
Aldo and Hirschberg come down the stairs, showing open hands.
Willi keeps his machine gunn trained on them.
Aldo with his hands up, says;
Hey Willi, what’s with the machine
gunny I thought we had a deal?
We do have a deal, now git the girl
Not so fast, Willi, we only have a
deal, we trust each other. A Mexican
stand off ain’t trust.
You need guns on me for it to be
a Mexican stand off.
you got guns on us, you decide to
shoot, we’re dead. Up top, they got
grenades, they drop ’em down here,
your dead. That’s a Mexican stand
off, and that wasn’t the deal.
Just take that fucking traitor, and
go! See? Now your down here
Now you get tricky – t
– No tricks!- Ain’t nobody gittin
tricky, Willi; I swear to god, I’m
too damn dumb toget tricky. But
him and I lived upto the deal. We
came down without guns. Now it’s
your turn. No trust,no deal.
Willi pointing gunn at them.,,, -thinking…
i know your scarred. I’m scarred,
he’s scarred, we’re all scarred.
So what’s it gonnabe Willi?
Ether we got a deal, or you might
as well just shoot us now.
He puts the machine gunn down on the bar.
Fine. Take that fucking traitor and
get her out of my sight.
Danka, Willi, danka. okay, Hirschbeg,
you grab her shoulder –
From behind Aldo and Hirschberg, Bridget lifts up Major
Hellstroms Luger, and EMPTIES the remaining bullets into
Sgt.Willi, who FALLS to the floor, DEAD.
Aldo and Hirscberg spin around shocked.
You fuckin bitch! I had a deal with
From the floor, the bloody, sweaty, and in excoriating pain
(she’ll probably lose that leg), German movie star, says to the
two American soldier’s she’s just meeting for the first time;
He was a enemy soldier, who knew who
I was. He couldn’t live.
Hirscberg loses control, and RICKS the woman on the floor,
hard in the side.
I ought’a beat your fuckin head in
Stop it. Just pick her up, and get
that bitch outta here.
Aldo, she just-
– She’s right.
I said, she’s right. He was a Nazi
soldier. If he lived, he would doomed
Don’t mean I like it, don’t mean I
like her, but she’s right. Now as
Willi said, “take this fuckin
traitor, and get ‘er outta my sight”.
EXT – LA LOUISIANE – NIGHT
Hirschberg, carrying Fraulein Von Hammersmark, and Aldo emerge
from the bowels of the basement.
Bridget points at a fancy black sedan, telling them it’s her’s.
Aldo, Hirschberg, Bridget, Donowitz, and Utivich pile in, and
INT – FRENCH HOUSE IN COUNTRY (BEDROOM)- NIGHT
NOTE:In this entire scene, no French spoken will be SUBTITLED.
A OLD MAN lies asleep under the covers of his blankets, in his
bed, in his bedroom…
OFF SCREEN the sound of a DOOR BEING KICKED OPEN…
r .The SOUND of what sounds like EIGHT DOGS BARKING …. and the
sound of FEET RUNNING TOWARDS US…
.his bedroom door, is THROWN OPEN, and Sgt.Donowitz RUSHES
IN, grabbing the Old Man in his bed, and putting a
45Automatic to his head.
What? What’s happening?
head, shocking, Donny SLAMS the 45. hard against the Old Man’s
scarring, and bringing the old gent to attention.
Doctor? Are you a fucking doctor?
He nods his head, yes.
Donny YANKS/DRAGS the Old Man out of bed, in his almost
comical nightshirt (which makes him cuter, thus the brutality
against him hurts more) towards the door…
INT – DOCTORS EXAMINING ROOM – NIGHT
.Into a doctors examining room, built into a French country
house, with a examining table, and medical instruments.
However, it’s obviously the medical examining room
of a veterinarian.
Along the walls are different cages with eight excited BARKING
dogs in it.
The Soldiers are putting the shot in the leg, bleeding, and in
excruciating pain, Bridget on the examining table.
Donny, still holding on to the Old Man, points in the girls
She’s been shot. Shot. Bang bang…
No no no, I don’t speak English.
Donny jams the barrel of his 45. into the thigh of the Old Man.
BANG BANG – in the leg, understand!
The Old Man nods his head yes.
But I’m a veterinarian …animals…
I take care of animals…
Bridget screams from the table…
He’s a fucking veterinarian you
It’s still a doctor. If he can get
a bullet out of a cow, he can get
a bullet outta you.
Right now, we just need morphine.
Donny yells at the Old Man;
Morphine! We need morphine!
The Old Man tries to explain in French, that he’s not a human
..Donny takes the 45. and SHOOTS one of the DOGS in the
Donny SCREAMS at the Old Man;
He SHOOTS another dog…
The Old Man begs him to stop, and goes to get the morphine.
The BODY of Gestapo Major DEITER HELLSTROM dead on the floor.
INT – LA LOUISTANE- NIGHT
Were back in the basement tavern. Colonel Hans Landa stands
over the corpse. He moves over to the next corpse, a smile
breaks out on his face.
He says in GERMAN SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
Ahhh Hugo, you’ve moved up in the
world I see. Lieutenant. And with
your record of insubordination.
A Nazi soldier named HERRMAN, joins the S.S. Officer.
And that ones…
.name is Weiheim Wicki. Bets
Austrian born jew, who immigrated
to the United States when things
began turning sour for the Israelites.
They are the two German born members of
The Basterds. They’ve been known
to don german uniforms, to ambush squads.
Three Nazi Soldiers walking towards a company of other German
Soldiers. The Three Soldiers backs are to us. Dried bloody
bullet holes cover the backs of the three uniforms.
The SGT of the German company, yells to the trio;
What brings you all the way out here?
The TRIO MOW DOWN the GERMAN COMPANY with their machine gunns.
BACK TO LANDA
But that doesnt look like this.
This is odd.
Looking down he see’s something…
.bending down, he examines fraulein von Hammersmarks two
pretty dress shoes lying on the floor.
One shoe is covered in blood.
The other, while blood speckled, is fairly clean.
Picking up the clean shoe, and holding it in his hand.
It would appear somebodies missing.
A OFF SCREEN SOLDIER’S VOICE cries out;
Col, this ones still alive!
We follow Hans to the spot on the floor where Sgt.Willi lies.
He’s shot in the chest, but it looks like Max’s daddy is still
INT – EXAMINING ROOM -Ã‚Â° NIGHT
Bridget on the examining table, post morphine shot.
The other Basterds in the room watch Aldo interrogate the
Now ‘fore we yank that slug outta ya,
you need to answer a few questions
Few questions about what?
About I got three men dead back there,
and why don’t you try tellin us what
the fuck happened?
The British officer blew his German
act, and a Gestapo Major saw it.
‘fore we get into who shot John,
why did you invite my men to a
rendez-vous in a basement with a bunch
I can see, since you didn’t see
what happened inside, the Nazi’s
being there must look odd.
Yeah, we gotta word for that kinda
odd in English, it’s called,
Don’t let your imagination get the
better of you, Lieutenant. You met
the sergeant, Willi. He had a baby
tonight. His commanding officer gave
him and his friends the night off to
celebrate. The Germans being there
was just a tragic coincidence.
Aldo thinks for a moment…
Okay, I’ll buy that. He was ether
there with his men waiting for us,
or he was there celebrating his
sons birthday, he wasn’t doin both.
How did the shootin start?
The English man, gave himself away.
How did he do that?
He ordered three glasses.
She holds up three fingers, index to pinky.
We order, three glasses.
She holds up three fingers, thumb to index.
That’s the German three. The other
is odd. Germans would, and did notice it.
Okay, let’s pretend there were no
Germans, and everything went exactly
the way it was suppose to. What would
of been the next step?
Tuxedos. To get them into the
premiere, wearing military uniforms,
with all the military there, would
of been suicide. But going as
members of the German film industry,
they wear tuxedos, and blend in with
everybody else. I arranged a tailor
to fit three tuxedos tonight.
How did you intend to get them into
Hand me my purse.
They do. And she opens it, and takes out three tickets to the
Lt.Hicox was going as my escort.
The other two were going as a German
cameraman and his assistant.
Can you still get us in that
Can you speak German better then your
friends, no. Have I been shot, yes.
I don’t see me tripping the light
fantastique up the red carpet any
time soon. Least of all by tomorrow
However, there’s something you don’t
know. There’s been two recent
developments regarding Operation
Kino. One, the venue has been
changed from The Ritz, to a much
Enormous changes at the last minute?
That’s not very Germatic. Why the
hell is Goebbels doin stuff so damn
It probably has something to do with
the second development.
IN A PRIVATE DINNING ROOM IN GERMANY, The FUHRER, aka Adolph
Hitler, aka Adolph Shicklegroover, aka The Bohemian Corporal,
having dinner with Goebbels, only a few short days ago.
I’ve been rethinking my position in
regards to your Paris premiere of
“Nations Pride”. As the weeks have
gone on, and the Americans are on
the beach, I do find myself thinking
more and more about this Private
Zoller. This boy has done something
tremendous for us. And I’m beginning
to think my participation in this
event could be meaningful.
BACK TO BRIDGET
The Fuhrer’s attending the premiere.
1 2 Z.
Donny breaks the teams silence;
When the hell did this happen?
The venue change, two weeks ago.
The Fuhrer’s attendance, four days
And how come London don’t know
nothing about that?
We need to get something straight,
once and for all. Everything London
knows, it learned from me. If I
don’t know, London doesn’t know.
So now, this is me, informing you,
Hitler’s coming to Paris.
FUCK A DUCK?
Aldo stands up from the chair, pacing as he takes in this new
What are you thinking?
I’m thinking getting a wack at
plantin ole Uncle Adolph makes
this a horse of a different color.
What’s that suppose to mean?
It means, your gettin us in that
I’m going to probably end up losing
this leg, bye bye acting career,
fun while it lasted. How do you
expect me to walk up a red carpet?
The doggie docs gonna dig that slug
outta your gam. Then he’s gonna wrap
it up in a cast, and you gotta good
how I broke my leg mountain climbing
story. That’s German, ain’t it?
Y’all like climbin mountains,
I don’t. I like smoking, drinking,
and ordering in restaurants, but I
see your point.
We fill ya up with morphine, till
it’s comin out ya ears. Then just
limp your little ass up that
Splendid. When the Nazi’s put me up
against a wall, it won’t hurt
I know this is a silly question
before I ask it, but can you
American’s speak any other language
Other then Yiddish?
Donny referring to Aldo and himself.
We both speak alittle Italian.
With a atrocious accent, no doubt.
But that doesn’t exactly kill us
in the crib. Germans don’t have a
good ear for Italian. So you mumble
Italian, and brazen through it, is
that the plan?
That’s about it.
That sounds good.
it sounds like shit, but what else
we gonna do, go home?
No, it’s good. If you don’t blow it,
with that, I can get you in the
So, who does what?
Well I speak the most Italian, so
I’ll be your escort. Donowitz speaks
the second most, so he’ll be your
Italian cameraman. And Hirschberg
third most, so he’ll be Donnys
I don’t speak Italian.
Like I said, third best. Just keep
your fuckin mouth shut. In fact why
don’t you start practising, right now.
What about the little one?
Do you mean me?
I didn’t mean any offence.
None taken you German cunt.
Utivich is the chauffeur.
I can’t drive.
Bridget SCREAMS in frustration;
You Americans are fucking useless!
IVGimmie a break, I’m from Manhattan.
No worries, son. We got over fourteen
hours before the movie tomorrow.
More then enough time for you to learn
NO no no no, Lieutenant, it’s not!
Oh yes yes yes yes, Private, it is.
And yes yes yes yes, you will.
Look Utivich, you and I both know,
if we went to grade school together,
you damn sure ain’t copyin off of my
test. Well I lern’t to drive in four
hours on a Tennessee mountain road.
And I’m a shit for brains coal miner
bootlegger. Hirschberg, you know how
to drive, right?
But there is a problem. I’m a movie
star. This is a movie premiere.
I can’t show up looking like I was
just in a Nazi gun fight. Now I
have a dress for the premiere at my
hotel. But sometime tomorrow, I
have to get my hair done.
All The Basterds, except Donny, burst out laughing.
Sister, you must got wunderbar luck.
Guess who went to beauty school?
The CAMERA WHIP PANS to SGT.DONOWITZ.
Bridget rolls her eyes.
CHAPTER TITLE APPEARS:
“REVENGE OF THE GIANT FACE”
INT – SHOSANNAS AND MARCELS LIVING QUARTERS – NIGHT
We’re in Shosannas and Marcels living quarters, above the
cinema. We’ve never been in here before.
A SUBTITLE APPEARS ON SCREEN:
NIGHT OF “NATION’S PRIDE” PREMIERE
She’s standing before a full length mirror, in a real
attractive Forties style dress for the premiere. She’s stunning.
This is the first time in her life she’s had the opportunity,
or the occasion to wear something like this. Since she knows
this is the last night of her life, no time like the present.
SOUNDS of the hub-bub of the premiere, not to mention the
German brass band that’s blaring Third Reich Marches, can be
heard coming from below.
Shosanna walks to her apartment window, and looks down at the
Germatic miasma below.
SHOSANNAS POV: WE SEE all the pageantry below. Tons of
SPECTATORS. Tons of guests dressed in Nazi uniforms, tuxedos,
and female finery, walking up the long red carpet(with a big
Swastika in the middle, naturally) leading into Shosannas
cinema. The German brass band omm-pa-pa-ing away. German Radio
and Film crews covering the event for the fatherland back
home. And of course, MANY GERMAN SOLDIERS providing security
for this joyous Germatic occasion.
Shosanna COUGHS up a lugi, and HOCKS it.
A GERMAN S.S. GENERAL, being interviewed by a RADIO COMMENTATOR,
the lugi HITS him right on his bald head.
Shosanna goes back to the full length mirror, places a very
fashionable Forties style hat on her head, then lowers the
period style black fish net veil over her face. She takes out
a small GUN, and puts it in the pocket of her dress., and it’s
- She exits the apartment door, to join the premiere.
From this point on, there’s no turning back, it’s all the way
baby, all the fucking way!
INT – CINEMA STAIRWELL – NIGHT
The stairwell in the building that connects the living
quarters, with the cinema. She walks down the stairs, goes
through a door that puts her next to the projection booth
door. She takes out a key and opens it.
INT – PROJECTION BOOTH – NIGHT
Marcels prepping the film reels for tonight. The five silver
metal film cans that carry one 35mm reel of film each are laid
out. The cans for reels one and two are empty. Cans for reel
three, our specially marked can for reel four, and can for
reel five(which should never see the light of a projector)
lie in wait.
Shosanna, looking like a Forties movie star, enters the
The scene in FRENCH SUBTITLED in ENGLISH;
Ooh lala, Danielle Darrieux, this
is so exciting. Pleased to meet you.
Shut up fool.
Marcel lifts up the veil covering her face, and their lips
Cheeky black bugger. I have to go
down and socialize with these Hun
pigs. Let’s go over it again?
Reel one is on the first projector.
Reel two is on the second. Three
and four are ready to go.
Okay, the big sniper battle in the
film begins around the middle of
the third reel. Our film, comes on
in the forth reel, so Somewhere
towards the end of the third reel,
go down and lock the doors of the
auditorium. Then take your place
behind the screen, and wait for my
CUE, when I give it to you, BURN IT DOWN!
INT – CINEMA LOBBY – NIGHT
The pageantry of the evening is in full swing, as all the
German beautiful people, enter the cinema. They mingle in the
swastika covered, greek nude statue peppered lobby. Nazi
Military Commanders, High Ranking Party Officials, and German
Celebrities(Emil tannings, Veit Harlin), hob knob and drink
Champagne from passing WAITERS who carry glasses on silver
We see Shosanna enter from the area at the top of the big
staircase in the lobby that overlooks the lobby parlor
entrance. She descends the staircase, and busies herself with
At the top of the staircase, looking down at the master race
in all there finery, is Colonel Hans Landa, dressed in his
finest SS Uniform, smoking on his Calabash.
directly behind him. On the right side, we see the figure of
Col.Landa, from behind, watching the guests entering the
cinema. On the left side of frame, is the cinema entrance,
from a looking down perspective of the guests entering the
.A THINK BUBBLE, like in a comic book, appears on the left
side of frame, obscuring the cinema entrance. Inside of Landas
think bubble, a little scene plays out.
Inside a hospital room filled with DOCTORS, NURSES, and a
PATIENT in a hospital bed. Then Col.Landa enters the room, and
screams at everybody;
I want everybody out of this room!
They start to leave.
That means now, goddamnit!
They RUSH OUT.
He walks over to the Patient in the hospital bed, Its none
other then SGT.WILLI, and yes, he’s still alive.
Landa pulls up a chair next to the bed, sits down.
Can you speak, Sgt?
L – )1.
Tell me everything that happened in
The THINK BUBBLE DISSOLVES away, reveling the entrance again,
and as if on perfect cue, in walks Bridget Von Hammersmark,
dressed lovely, leg in a big white cast. The three basterds in
their tuxedos, flank her.
He descends the stairs, towards the four saboteurs…
They speak in GERMAN, SUBTITLED in ENGLISH;
Fraulein Von Hammersmark, what
has befallen Germany’s most elegant
Colonel Landa, it’s been years.
Dashing as ever I see.
Flattery will get you everywhere,
They chuckle, and air kiss.
So what’s happened to your lovely
leg, a by product of kicking ass in
the German cinema, no doubt.
Save your flattery, you old dog.
I know too many of your former
conquests, to fall into that honey
Seriously, what happened?
Well, I tried my hand, foolishly I
might add, at mountain climbing.
And this was the result.
Mountain climbing? That’s how you
injured your leg, mountain climbing?
Believe it or not, yes it is.
A brief moment passes between the two…
The Colonel BURSTS OUT with UPROARIOUS LAUGHTER. So uproarious
in fact, that it’s quite disconcerting to the four saboteurs.
The Colonel begins to regain his composure…
Forgive me, fraulein. I don’t mean
laugh at your misfortune. It’s just
.mountain climbing? I’m curious
fraulein, what could of ever
compelled you to undertake such a
The Double meaning is not lost on the German actress.
Well, I chant be doing it again,
I can tell you that.
That cast looks as fresh as my old
Uncle Gustave, when were you climbing
this mountain, last night?
Very good eye, Colonel. It happened
Hummm. And where exactly in Paris
is this mountain?
This stops her for a seconded.
Then Landa laughs it off, taking them off the hook.
I’m just teasing you, fraulein. You
know me, I tease rough. So who are
your three handsome escorts?
I’m afraid neither three speak a
word of German. Their friends of
mine from Italy. This is a wonderful
Italian stuntman, Antonio Margheriti.
A very talented cameraman, Enzo Gorlomi.
And Enzo’s camera assistant, Dominick
The German fraulein turns to the three tuxedo wearing
Gentlemen, this is a old friend, Col.
Sans Landa of the S.S.
The Basterds know only too well who Landa the Jew Hunter is,
but they can’t show it.
Am I saying it correctly…?
Margheriti…. Say it for me once
I’m sorry, again…?
Once more… .?
It means daisies, I believe.
Turning his gaze to Donny.
What’s your name again?
One more time, but let me really
hear the music in it.
Now to Hirschberg…
Then Hischberg breaks out the best Italian accent of the
Bravo… . Bravo.
Well, my two cameraman friends need
to find there seats.
Col.Landa stops a WAITER with a tray of champagne glasses.
Not so fast, lets enjoy some champagne.
Everyone gets a glass.
– Oh, Mademoiselle Mimieux, please
join us, I have some friends I’d
like you to meet.
Shosanna joins the circle, and is handed a champagne glass.
This is the first moment The Basterds are aware of Shosanna.
May I say Mademoiselle, you look
This lovely young lady, is Mademoiselle
Emmanuelle Mimieux, this is her cinema,
and she is our hostess for the evening.
And Mademoiselle, this battered, broken,
and none worse for the wear German
goddess, is Bridget Von Hammersmark.
1 3 W.
I’m afraid my companions don’t speak
any French, there Italian. This is
Antonino, Enzo, and Dominick.
All three smile goofy spaghetti bender smiles.
Actually fraulein Von Hammersmarks
Italian associates, need help finding
there seats. Perhaps Mademoiselle
Mimieux would be so kind to escort
It would be my pleasure. Let me see
Donny hands her two tickets. She indicates for them to follow her.
Donny and Hirschberg both exchange one last look with Aldo,
then follow the young french girl into the auditorium.
INT – AUDITORIUM – NIGHT
The cinema auditorium is filling up quickly with grey and black
Shosanna finds the two counterfeit Italians their seats.
After she points out their seats, she turns to leave…
.reaches out and grabs her wrist.
He looks her in the face, and filled with tremendous guilt,
because if he’s successful tonight he’s going to blow this
cute French girl to smithereens, he says;
The cute French Girl looks back at the goofy looking Italian
boy with slicked back hair, that makes him look kind of
Jewish, with tremendous guilt, knowing if she is successful
tonight, she’s going to burn him alive, and says;
BACK TO LOBBY
They begin flicking the lights on and off. A GERMAN SOLDIER
YELLS in GERMAN in the lobby;
Take your seats! The show is about to
begin! Everybody take your seatsl
Col.Landa, Lt.Aldo, and Bridget are still together.
I must call The Fuhrer. He doesn’t
want to make his entrance untill
everybody seated. Come with me Frau
Von Hammersmark. The Fuhrer has
heard your here, and he wishes to
commend you personally.
Don’t be modest. Everybody is quite
taken with your resolve. A accident,
like you’ve just experienced, and
yet you still show up to to a
important Party event. The Fuhrer
was quite adamant in his gratitude.
We’ll use Mademoiselle Mimieux’s office.
I’m afraid I must rob you of your
companion, but only for a moment.
Yes, apparently The Fuhrer wishes
to commend me.
Wait here a moment. I promise I won’t
detain her long.
What are ether of them suppose to do, argue?
Col.Landa goes over to one of the Nazi GAURD/USHER, and
whispers in his ear, gesturing toward Aldo. Like he’s saying,
leave the boy alone, till we come back… .Or is he?
Col.Landa limps Bridget away towards Shosannas office.
As Aldo stands in the lobby, more and more people enter the
auditorium, till it’s only Aldo and the six Nazi Gaurd/Ushers
in the now vacant lobby.
INT – SHOSANNA’S OFFICE – NIGHT
Shosanna’s cinema manager office. It’s small, cluttered, and
dominated by a desk.
They both enter.
Col.Landa closes the door behind him, and LOCKS IT.
Bridget notices, but says nothing.
Now the two Germans are alone.
Have a seat fraulein.
Pointing at one lone chair in front of the desk.
She lowers herself in the chair.
Instead of moving around to the other side of the desk,
opposite her. The SS Colonel pulls another little chair over,
and places it in front of the fraulein.
He sits. Their knees almost touching.
The colonel points to the foot not in the cast.
Let me see your foot.
I beg your pardon?
Patting his lap.
Put your foot in my lap.
Colonel, you embarrass me.
I assure you fraulein, my intention
is not to flirt.
Patting his lap more with more aggression.
The nervous fraulein, lifts up her strapy dress shoe enclosed
foot, and places it in the Colonel’s lap.
The Colonel, very delicately, unfastens the thin straps that
hold the frauleins shoe on her foot…
.He removes the shoe…
.Leaving only the frauleins bare foot…
He removes from his heavy SS coat pocket, the pretty dress shoe
the fraulein left behind at La Louisiane…
He slips it on her foot…
.it fits like a glove.
Bridget knows she’s BUSTED.
Col.Landa smiles and says in ENGLISH;
What’s that American expression…
“if the shoe fits…you must wear it”.
He removes her foot from his lap.
What now Colonel?
Do you admit you treachery?
She stares defiant daggers into him.
The only thing I will admit to, is
.to my last breath.
“Resist to your last breath”?
Hans LUNGES forward, putting his strong mitts around Bridget
Von Hammersmarks lily white delicate neck, and with all the
violence of a Lion in mid-pounce, SQUEEZES with all his MIGHT.
Bridgets face turns tomato RED, as the VEINS in her face
BULGE, and her esophagus is CRUSHED in his GRIP.
With a violent YANK, he JERKS her TO THE FLOOR. She TUMBLES
out of the chair, Landa never releasing his GRIP around her
throat. Nov fully on top of her, he BEARS DOWN, SQUEEZING THE
VERY LIFE OUT OF HER. Every thing he has, he brings to bear on
the elegant ladies neck.
Then, to finally finish her off, he begins BANGING THE BACK OF
HER HEAD, HARD AGAINST THE FLOOR…
He releases the grip around her throat. His hands are
Strangling the very life out of somebody with your bear hands,
is the most violent act a human being can commit.
Also, only humans strangle, the opposable thumbs being quite
important part of the endeavor. As Hans Landa stands, the
sheer violence he had to call on to accomplish this task,
still surges through him. He tries to gain control of the
trembling, that is rippling through his body. He takes out a
silver SS FLASK(filled with peach schnapps), and knocks back
a couple of swigs. He holds his hand out in front of him. The
TREMBLING is beginning to subside. He picks up the telephone.
Into the phone in German he says;
Inform The Fuhrer the audience has
taken there seats, and we’re ready
Step one, in Hans master plan, done.
He then dials another number…
INT – LOBBY – NIGHT
Aldo in the lobby…
.he’s JUMPED by the SIX NAZI USHERS…
He’s THROWN ROUGHLY to the ground face first. Like the modern
day Secret Service, within seconds, his wrists are handcuffed
behind his back, he’s searched, they find the BOMB attached to
his ankle, it’s removed, a BLACK CLOTH BAG is pulled over his
head, then he’s hoisted up, and RUSHED out of the building.
This happens in mere seconds, and quietly too, no one in the
auditorium is none the wiser…
INT – AUDITORIUM – NIGHT
,including Donowitz and Hirschberg, sitting amongst the
master race, waiting for showtime.
EXT – CINEMA – NIGHT
The Six Nazi Soldiers, hustle the hooded Aldo, down the red
carpet, then into the alley besides the cinema.
Aldo’s put up against a wall.
Inside the black hood, he’s SCREAMING every insulting thing
about Germany, Germans, German food, German
The faceless black hood does.
Col.Landa, now standing directly in front of his hooded
prisoner, says in ENGLISH;
As Stanley said to Livingston;
Lt.Aldo Raine, I presume?
You’ve had a nice long run, Aldo.
Alas, your now in the hands of the
- My hands to be exact. And they’ve
been waiting along time, to touch you.
He reaches out with his finger, and lightly touches Aldo’s
face right in the middle of the hood.
Aldo’s head VIOLENTLY FLINCHES.
Caught ya flinching.
In German, he orders the men put Aldo in the back of a truck.
Aldo, bound, and bagged, is put in the truck. Also in the
truck is Utivich, wearing a makeshift chauffeurs uniform,
bound, and bagged like the Lieutenant.
The Truck drives off.
Col.Landa turns around, and SEES FROM A DISTANCE, Hitlers
motorcade pull up to the cinema.. Then the Fuhrer, Goebbels,
Francesca, and the rest of the entourage, make there way down
the red carpet into the cinema.
EXT TRUCK (MOVING) – NIGHT
We see the truck leaving the city of Paris, under the veil of
We also seem to be leaving the drama of Operation Kino.
INT – TRUCK(MOVING) – NIGHT
The two hooded prisoners, bounce along in the back of the
Utivich, is crying inside his hood.
Is that you Lieutenant?
Do you know what happened to Donny?
Hirchberg? The woman?
No I do not.
Lieutenant, sorry I’m crying.
Nothin to be sorry about, son.
This bag, get to anyone.
Not exactly John Wayne, am I?
John Waynes a pampered movie star.
He burst into tears, if his cook,
busts his yoke at breakfast. Just
try puttin a bag over his head, and
hear what kinda sounds he makes.
Utivich, giggles through the tears.
I just want you to know, son, I was
real proud of you tonight. Learnin
how to drive overnight. Driving in
that Limo line. You was in the hot
seat, son, and you stood up real good.
Utivich Cries LOUDER.
Aldo takes his foot, finds Utivichs foot, and places his foot
The TOUCH has a slight calming effect on Utivich.
In the darkness, Utivich has reclaimed his dignity.
EXT- COUNTRY TAVERN – NIGHT
The truck pulls up to a small tavern outside of Paris(not La
The two hooded prisoners, are walked inside the establishment.
INT – COUNTRY TAVERN – NIGHT
The hooded men are lead into the closed for business, but open
for something else, rustic tavern.
0The Nazi Guards, unlock the handcuff, then sit them down inchairs.
Then, simultaneously, the hoods are YANKED OFF.
The two prisoners, are seated at a table, in what they can now
see, is a rustic tavern. On the table is one telephone, one
bottle of Chianti, and three glasses. And on the opposite end
of the table, sits Colonel Hans Landa.
A NAZI SOLDIER sits posted at a impressive looking two way
radio set up in the tavern.
Colonel Lands starts in right away at the two baffled,
discombobulated American soldiers.
They will only speak ENGLISH in the scene.
What could you have possibly been
Well, I speak alittle Italian –
I speak a little Tagalog, but I
wouldn’t begin to presume I could
pass for Filipino. Don’t get me
wrong, I understand you were in a
pickle, what with you losing your
Germans. And I have nothing but
admiration for improvisation.
Still…. Chico Marx is more
convincing. if the three of you had
shown up to the premiere dressed
in womans attire, it would have been
Landas eyes go to the Two Nazi Guards behind the prisoners.
You may leave us. But stay alert
They exit, leaving the Colonel, the Lieutenant, the
Private and a German Radio Man in the corner.
So your Aldo the Apache?
So your The Jew Hunter?
Jew Hunter, (pfuit), I’m a detective.
A damn good detective. Finding
people is my specialty. So naturally,
I worked for the Nazi’s finding people.
And yes, some of them were Jews.
But Jew Hunter? Just the name that stuck.
Well you do hafts admit, it is
Do you control the nicknames, your
enemies bestow on you? Aldo the
Apache and The Little Man?
What do you mean, The Little Man?
The Germans nickname for you.
The Germans nickname for me is, The
Or “The Little One, ether one means you.
And as if to make my point, I’m
a little surprised how tall you
were in real life. I mean, your a
little fellow. But not circus midget
little, as your reputation would
Where is my men? Where is Bridget
Bridget Von Hammersmark. Oh I’m sure
she’s in whatever, big bubbling
cesspool in hell, the devil reserves
for traitors of her ilk.
Well, lets just say, she got what
she deserved. And when you purchase
friends like Bridget Von Hammersmark,
you get what you pay for.
Now as far as your Pisanos,
Sgt.Donowitz, and Pt.Hirschberg-
How do you know our names?
Lt.Aldo, if you don’t think I wouldn’t
interrogate every single one of your
swastika marked survivors… .?
We simply aren’t operating on the
level of mutual respect I assumed.
Now, back to the whereabouts of your
two Italian saboteurs. At this
moment, both Hirschberg, and
Donowitz, should be sitting in the
very seats we left them in. Seats,
0023 and 0024, if my memory serves.
Explosives, still around
there ankle, still ready to
explode. And your mission, some
would call a terrorist plot, as of
this moment, is still a go.
The two Basterds don’t believe this. It can’t be true.
That’s a pretty exciting story.
What’s next, Eliza on the ice?
However, all I have to do, is pick
pick up that phone right there.
Inform the cinema, and your plans
IF, their still there, and IF their
still alive, and that’s one big IF,
there ain’t no way, you gonna take
them boys without settin off them
I have no doubt, and yes, some
Germans will die., and yes, it will
ruin the evening, and yes, Goebbels
will be very very very mad at you
for what you’ve done to his big night.
But you won’t get Hitler, you won’t
get Goebbels, you won’t get Gering,
and you won’t get Boorman. And you
need all four to end the war.
But if I don’t pick up that phone,
right there, you may very well get
all four. And if you get all four,
you end the war…tonight.
The Nazi Colonel lifts up the bottle of Chianti, and fills
three glasses. As he pours, he says;
So gentlemen, lets discuss the
prospect of ending the war-tonight.
All three have their Chianti filled glasses.
So the way I see it, since Hitlers
death, or possible rescue, rests
solely on my reaction…If I do
nothing …it’s as if I’m causing his
death, even more then yourselves.
Would you agree?
I guess so.
How about you Uitivich?
I guess so too.
Good, we more or less, all agree.
Gentlemen, I have no intention, of
Killing Hitler, and killing Goebbels,
and Killing Gerring, and killing
Boorman, not to mention winning the
war single handedly for the allies,
only later, to find myself standing
before a Jewish tribunal.
Now they get it.
If you want to win the war, tonight,
We have to make a deal.
What kinda deal?
The kind you wouldn’t have the
authority to make. However, I’m sure
this mission of yours, has a
commanding officer? A General, I’m
betting. For ..
.O.S.S. would be my guess.
Aldo’s eyebrows reveal that was a good guess.
Oooh, that’s a bingo. Is that the
way you say it, That’s a bingo?
You just say, bingo.
Bingo! How fun. But I digress, where
were we? Oh yes, make a deal. Over
there is a very capable two way
radio. And sitting behind it, is a
more then capable radio operator,
named Herrman. Get me somebody on
the other end of that radio with the
power of the pen, to authorize my
– Let’s call it, the terms of my
conditional surrender, if that taste
better going down.
BACK TO THE PREMIERE
Shosanna in the booth, she brings down the lights.
In the packed, excited auditorium, the house lights go down.
CU CURTAIN SWITCH, she flips it.
In the auditorium, the RED VELVET CURTAINS part.
Shosanna, throws the lever on the first projector.
I q7 .
The PROJECTOR BULB goes HOT WHITE, PROJECTING A BEAM…
FILM REELS rotate…
35mm FILM moves through the projectors film gate…
The opening seal of a film by The THIRD REICH flickers on the
Goebbels and Francesca watch…
Donowitz and Hirschberg watch…
Shosanna, in the booth, watches through the little window…
The CAMERA PANS OFF of Shosanna, to the clearly marked film
can, REEL FOUR. The SURPRISE REEL.
BACK TO LANDA AND THE HASTERDS
Landa, with radio headphones over his ears, and a microphone
in his hand, talks to the UNSEEN/UNHEARD American Brass on the
.So, when the military history of
this night is written, it will be
recorded, that I was part of
“Operation Rino” from the very
beginning, as a double agent.
Anything I’ve done in my guise as a
SS Colonel, was sanctioned by The
O.S.S., as a necessary evil to
establish my cover with The Germans.
And it was my placement, of
Lt.Raines dynamite in Hitler and
Goebbels opera box that assured
there demise. By the way, that last
part is actually true.
Landa placing bomb in Goebbels and Francesca’s opera box.
BACK TO LANDA
I want my full military pension and
benefits under my proper rank.
I want to receive the congregational
medal of honor, for my invaluable
assistance in the toppling of the Third
He looks over and sees Aldo and Uitvich watching the one sided
In fact, I want all the members of
“Operation Kino” to receive the
congregational medal of honor. Full
citizenship for myself – but that
goes without saying. And I would
like the United States of America to
purchase property for me on
Nantuckett island, as a reward for
all the countless lives I’ve saved
by bringing the tyranny of the
National Socialist party to a
swifter then imanged end. Do you
have all that, sir?
I look forward to seeing you face to
face as well, sir.
He’s right here.
The Colonel hands the headphones and microphone to Aldo.
We HEAR the VOICE on the other end of the radio, give Aldo his
Colonel Landa will put you and
Private Uitivich in a truck as
prisoners. Then he and his radio
operator, will get in the truck,
drive to our lines. Upon crossing
our lines, Colonel Landa and his
man will surrender to you. You will
then take over driving of the truck,
a bring them straight to me for
debriefing. Is that clear, Lieutenant?
The Conversation is over, he puts the radio down.
The three men look at one another.
Landa picks up his wine.
So I suppose the only thing left to
do is lift a glass, and toast to
Donowitz and Hirschbergs success.
You too Herrman, come over here.
The four men, Col.Hans Landa, Lt.Aldo Raine, Pvt.Smithson
Uitivich, and Herrman, lift up four glasses of wine.
Gentlemen, To history, and it’s
BACK TO THE PREMIERE
WE CUT TO THE B/W FILM ON SCREEN.
Fredrick Zoller, playing himself, is in a ornamental tower in
a Russian village, picking off RUSSIAN SOLDIER’s below.
A RUSSIAN GENERAL KCHOVLANSKEY
peering at the German Private through binoculars. He lowers
the long range glasses, and confers with one of his OFFICERS.
What’s the death toll?
47, so far.
WE HEAR A SHOT.
- General, I implore you, we must
destroy that tower!
That tower is one of the oldest, and
most beautiful structures in Russia.
I won’t be responsible for turning a
thousand years of history into dust!
A BRAVE RUSSIAN SOLDIER, tries to run between two buildings.
Zoller, gets him.
Then proceeds to pick him apart, one single bullet at a time.
SHOSANNA IN PROJECTION BOOTH
She removes “REEL 4” (The Special Shosanna Reel), and prepares
it on the 2nd Projector. Reel3, on the first Projector,
playing now, is halfway through. In a few short minutes, it’s
going to be show time.
Marcel says to Shosanna in FRENCH, SUBTITLED in ENGLISH;
It’s time. I should go lock the auditorium,
and take my place behind the screen.
This is the last time they will ever see each other, too much
to say. He holds her in his arms and lays a one kiss before I
die wet one on her.
DONOWITZ AND HIRSCHBERG
sit in their seats watching the movie, surrounded by DRESS
UNIFORM NAZI’S. They’ve developed a dopey way of communicating
with each other in this hostel environment.
Basically, speaking English like it were gibberish Italian.
They say English words, only adding a “I”, or a “A”, or a “O”,
to the end of it. And saying it in a exaggerated Italian
accent, complete with pantomimes.
Donowitz leans into Hirschberg, and says in a wispier;
They speak in ITALIA-ISH SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
I-a Go-a Toilet-a, Set-ta Boom-a.
(I go to the toilet and set the bomb)
When-a I-a Go-a, you-a Set-ta Boom-a.
(When I go, you set your bomb)
Hirschberg indicates/pantomimes, he can’t set his bomb
surrounded by all these Nazi’s.
Donowitz, pantomimes crossing his legs, setting bomb on ankle
in his seat. Then getting up, and dropping it in the back of
the auditorium, in the dark.
Hirschberg doesn’t get it.
Donny pantomimes again, more exaggerated, and with less
They-o Look-o Screen-a, Not-o You-a.
(They’re looking at the screen, not you.)
After-teri, Set-ta, Five-o Moment-o
(After you set the bomb, wait five
minutes, and get out of here)
Confuse-i, confuss-i, confuss-i.
(Confused, confused, confused.)
What-a, and-o what-o, same-o?
(I thought “What-a” meat “What”,
does “What-O” mean “What”, as well?)
Oh-o, sorr-o, I-o ment-a “What-a”.
(Oh, sorry, I ment what.)
After-teri, you-a set-ta boom-a,
five-o moment-o, you-a, fuck-o Pphisst.
(After you set the bomb, wait five
minutes and get the fuck out of here.)
Donowitz stands from his seat, and walks out of the dark
auditorium, into the lobby. The Nazi Guards/Ushers are gone,
the lobby is completely empty. Seeing the STAIRS leading down
to the WATER CLOSET/BATHROOM, he descends them to plant
the Boom-a, I mean, The Bomb.
DESCENDING THE STAIRS
leading to the Water closet. Like a lot of old cinema’s, not
only was the water closet located under the auditorium, you
had to pass through a rather large SMOKING LOUNGE to get to
- In the Smoking Lounge are TEN NAZI ENLISTED MEN, the
Guards/Ushers for the event, smoking and indulging in soldiers
gossip. They’re all in dress uniforms, and all are armed.
Donowitz, in his tuxedo, acts cool, and walks right through
They look up, but don’t disturb there time off vibe.
Donny enters the big Water Closet. Except for ONE LONE NAZI
ENLISTED MAN at the urinal, it would appear as if
Donny has the whole wash room to himself.
He enters the privacy of a toilet stall, locks the door.
MARCEL IN LOBBY
He descends the stairs leading down from the projection booth,
into the empty lobby. He goes to one of the auditorium doors,
and peers inside.
WE SEE THE SCREEN AND THE AUDIENCE FROM MARCELS POV:
in the back of the room. The audience seems riveted to
Fredrick’s exploits on screen.
Marcel closes the door, and with a KEY, DEADBOLTS it SHUT.
INSIDE THE AUDITORIUM
WE PAN OFF THE SCREEN to Marcel, who locks the two doors on
ether side of the screen….due to curtains placed there, no
one notices Marcels actions.
Marcel then goes BEHIND THE SCREEN, WE SEE the IMAGE
(backward) of Fredricks sniper battle HUGE COVERING ENTIRE
SIDE ROOM …A PILE of over300nitrate FILM PRINTS, lay like a
junk pile, right behind the screen.
Sitting down in a wooden chair facing the screen, and
Pile-o-film, he lights up a cigarette, a absolute no-no in a
cinema of this era, but tonight, what does it matter?4.
He smokes, and waits for his cue to… .BURN IT DOWN!
FREDRICK IN OPERA BOX
along side Hitler, Goebbels, Francesca, and BOORMAN. On screen
the battle rages. He leans over and whispers something in
Goebbels ear, we can’t hear. Goebbels makes a very sympathetic
face (at least sympathetic for Goebbels), and says in German;
Perfectly understandable, dear boy.
You go now, and we’ll see you after
He exits the opera box. And walks to the projection booth
door. He raps on the door in a trying to be amusing way.
The door opens, just a little bit, Shosanna not friendly,
stares at him.
Be, as per usual, is all smiles and charm.
They speak in FRENCH, SUBTITLED into ENGLISH;
Are you the manager, of this cinema?
I want my money back. That actor in
the movie stinks.
She doesn’t even smile. She says, in all serious business;
What are you doing here?
I came to visit you.
Can’t you see how busy I am?
Then allow me to lend a assist.
Fredrick it’s not funny, you can’t
be here. This is your premiere, you
need to be out there with them.
As Fredrick prepares to tell his little tale, with all the
charm at his command, Shosanna listens, knowing the third reel
is just about over, and her big reel change is coming up.
Normally, you would be.right.
And for all the other films I do,
I intend to endure evenings like
tonight, in the proper sprit.
However the fact remains, this film,
is based on my military exploits.
And in this case, my exploits
consisted of me killing many men.
Consequently, the part of the film
that’s playing now,… .I don’t like
watching this part.
Fredrick, I am sorry, but –
– So, I thought, I’d come up here
and do what I do best, annoy you.
And from the look on your face, it
would appear I haven’t lost my touch.
DONNY IN TOILET
Sgt.Donowitz, with BOMB in his lap, sets the timer, six
minutes from now. He then places the bomb in the back of the
CAMERA ON FLOOR OF WATER CLOSET
we see the tile of the floor stretch out before us. We see
Donny’s feet in the closed toilet stall. We HEAR, the OFF
SCREEN Nazi Enlisted Man, finish his piss. Then HIS SHOES WALK
THROUGH FRAME… .WE FOLLOW THEM TO… .The SINK…WE STAY ON
The Shoes …as WE HEAR The Soldier WASH HIS HANDS… THEN…
THE CAMERA RISES UP HIS PANT LEG…Till…WE”RE EYE LEVEL with
the German Soldier, with a ARMY CAP on his head, who’s
done washing his hands….THEN….The Soldier removes
his cap, brushes some bangs out of his face, and WE CAN SEE
THE SWASTIKA HAND CARVED INTO HIS FOREHEAD, UNDENIABLE MARK
OF THE BASTARDS. He SPLASHES some WATER ON HIS FACE, puts his
cap back on his head, and joins his comrades in the smoking
lounge. As he exits FRAME, he says to somebody OFF SCREEN;
Hey Fritz, you owe me three cigarettes,
now pay up.
SHOSANNA AND FREDRICK
Fredrick still outside the doorway, and Shosanna, still baring
I have to get prepared for the reel
Let me do it?
Oh please, it’s been two years since
i’ve done a reel change.
I said, no.
Come on, it’s my premiere.
Are you so use to the Nazi’s kissing
your ass, you’ve forgotten what the
word,Ã‚Â°Ã‚Â°No” means? No Fredrick, you
can’t come in here, now go away!
No subtitles for Fredrick needed this time, he gets it.
He does a one-armed PILE DRIVE PUSH on the door, knocking both
it OPEN, and Shosanna back into the room.
Fredrick, a different cat then we’ve seen up till now, enters
the booth, closing the door behind him, and LOCKING it.
The quite startled Shosanna, says to Fredrick;
Fredrick, you hurt me.
Well, it’s nice to know you can feel
something. Even if it’s just physical
Fredrick steps forward…
Shosanna steps backwards…
I’m not a man you say, “Go away”
- There’s over three hundred
dead bodies in Russia, that if
they could, would testify to that.
After what I’ve done for you, you
disrespect me at your peril.
BACK TO WASHROOM
The Swastika Forehead Soldier, get a light for his cigarette.
He takes a big drag.
He faces the washroom, and down that long throw, he sees Donny
emerge from the toilet stall. His tuxedo jacket is off, and
draped over his right hand. Sporting the white dress shirt,
and black tuxedo vest. He’s quite far away, so now he just
looks like some guy in a tux, who just finished taking a shit.
Donny walks toward us …
CU SWASTIKA FOREHEAD
seeing him get closer…
Donny gets closer…
CU SWASTIKA FOREHEAD
seeing him closer still…
Donny gets closer…
CU SWASTIKA FOREHEAD
begins to notice…
Donny getting closer, begins to notice, German soldier notice
CU SWASTIKA FOREHEAD
now Donny is close enough for the Soldier to recognize. His
The Bear Jew!1!
The Soldier’s GUN is out of it’s holster, and rising toward
Donny raises his right arm, with the tuxedo jacket on it, and
FIRES a GUN concealed under it.
HITTING Swastika Forehead in the chest…Who finishes raising
his GUN, FIRING HITTING Donny in the chest…
The Two Soldier’s FIRE INTO each other…. Till there weapons are
empty, and the two men lie dead on the floor.
The Nine other NAZI’S in the room, stand shocked at what just
happened in front of them.
SHOSANNA AND FREDRICK IN PROJECTION BOOTH
Fredrick hears the gunshots below them, and turns towards the
What the hell was that?
While Fredrick’s back is turned, Shosanna takes a GUN out of
her pocket, and SHOOTS Fredrick THREE TIMES in the back…
..Be CRASHES HARD into the door, then FALLING FACE FIRST to
Shosanna, gun in hand, looks out projection booth window into
The ON SCREEN BATTLE rages so LOUDLY with GUNFIRE, that her
weapon didn’t stand a chance of being heard.
Her eyes go from the audience…
.up to the big screen…
.Which holds FREDRICK ZOLLER in a tight handsome CLOSE UP.
The Face on the silver screen, breaks the young girl’s
.She looks to his body, lying face down on the floor, blood
flowing from the holes she put in his back…
.His body moves a little, and he lets out a painful MOAN…
.DIEING though he is, at this moment, Fredrick is still
Shosanna moves to him…
..She touches him, and he lets out another MOAN…
.She turns his body over on it’s back…
..he’s holding a LUGER in his hand…
.he FIRES TWICE…
Two bullets HIT HER POINT BLANK IN THE CHEST…
THROWING HER against the wall, then FALLING FORWARD on her
knees to the floor…
..Fredrick, Luger still in hand, takes aim from the floor…
HITTING the bloody girl on the floor, in the thigh…
.SPINNING her BODY around in agony…
Like he did to the Russian on screen, he picks her apart, one
bullet at a time…
BULLET BLOWS OFF HEEL OF HER FOOT…
Luger drops to floor, Fredrick DIES.
Our young French Jewish heroine, lies on the projection booth
floor, in a pool of her own blood, her body RIDDLED with
bullets, her nerve endings wracked with pain, CRIPPLED and
..the little bell on the 1st projector, starts to ring,
informing the projectionist, it’s time for The REEL CHANGE.
Dieing or not, if Shosanna intends to get her revenge, she’s
going to have to lift her ass off the floor, and execute this
fucking reel change.
The battle on screen continues waging. The audience is
watches, completely caught up in the dramatic spectacle.
He says to Goebbels in German;
Extraordinary Joseph, simply
extraordinary. This is your finest
Goebbels is beyond proud, he smiles to Francesca, who proudly
pats his hand.
Shosanna, bloody, crippled, and fucked, with great painful
effort, PULLS HERSELF OFF THE FLOOR…
Hirschberg, sitting in his seat, SETS the BOMB on his ankle.
Then stands up, and begins scooting past everybody in his rows
like the German heroine in one of Riefenstahl’s mountain films,
Shosanna CLIMBS UP the 35mm film projector, like it was
FILM ON SCREEN
Private Zoller FIRING away from his perch. In the top far
right corner of The FRAME. WE SEE the 1st REEL CHANGE MARK…
Shosanna hanging on to projector, waiting for 2nd reel change
mark, it’s a agonizing effort…
Marcel, smoking, waiting for his cue…
get out of his xow, and begins walking up the aisle in the
middle of the cinema towards the exit.
SERGIO LEONE CU FREDRICK, he SCREAMS to Russians below;
Who wants to send a message to
In the top right of FRAME The 2nd REEL CHANGE MARK POPS ON…
Shosanna TOSSES herself to the floor, as she THROWS THE CHANGE
OVER SWITCH on the 2nd Projector…
EX CU PROJECTOR BULB
BLASTING WHITE in our face.
EX CU 35MM FILM
HITS the DUSTY ground HARD, NOT in slow motion…
SHOOTS OUT OF LITTLE PROJECTION BOOTH WINDOW
on floor, eyes close, last breath blown into dusty projection
booth floor. Like her family befor her, dead from Nazi
ON THE SILVER SCREEN FREDRICKS EX CU
ON SILVER SCREEN MATCHING SHOSANNA EX CU
CAMERA in the exact same placement, same background (b/w sky),
SLIGHT LOW ANGLE LOOKING UP, so on screen Shosanna is looking
down on the Nazi’s, the way Fredrick was looking down on the
Russians. The way this HUGE IMAGE OF SHOSANNA’S GIANT FACE stares
down the auditorium of Nazi’s, brings to mind Orwells “1984”
HITLER and GOEBBELS
standing in the middle of the aisle, turns towards the screen.
When he see’s Shosanna’s GIANT FACE, he’s gobsmacked.
Marcel sitting in the chair, with his cigarette, before the
EVEN MORE GIANT FACE OF SHOSANNA.
SHOSANNAS GIANT FACE ON SCREEN
She stares down the packed house of Nazi’s, and says
SHOSANNAS GIANT FACE
I have a message for Germany. I’m
interrupting your Nazi propaganda
horse shit, to inform you despicable
German swine, that your all going to
HITLER and GOEBBELS
SHOSANNAS GIANT FACE
And I want you to look deep in the face
of The Jew who’s going to do it.
While the shocked German audience is transfixed to thescreen,
behind the heads of most of them…
The BOMB Landa set in Hitlers and Goebbels opera box…
BLOWING TO SMITHEREENS, HITLER, FRANCESCA, BOORMAN, and
propelling GOEBBELS, still in his theatre seat, across the
auditorium, into the opposite wall, and taking out a portion
of the ceiling as well.
The crowd reacts…
The explosion causes the huge chandelier from Versailles, to
topple from it’s jerry-rigged placement, and CRASH on to the
ON SCREEN THE GIANT FACE OF SHOSANNA finishes her WAR CRY.
SHOSANNAS GIANT FACE
My name is Shosanna Dreyfus, and this is
the face of Jewish Vengeance! Marcel,
BURN IT DOWN!
BEHIND THE SCREEN
Marcel takes his cigarette, and FLICKS IT into the pile of
ON SCREEN SHOSANNAS GIANT FACE LAUGHS MANIACALLY at the
scrambling little Nazi’s, running in a panic, as FLAMES LIKE
OUT OF A GIANT BLAST FURNACE, BURST THROUGH SHOSANNAS FACE,
and CLIMB UP THE WALLS of the cinema.
STAMPEDES towards the exits…
with bomb set on ankle, is caught in a massive Day of the
Locust SWARM OF BODIES…
People frantically pound on locked doors, trapping them to
there grizzly fate.
The FLAMES and FIRE spread through thr auditorium…
Hirschberg caught in people crunch, knows this is it.
HIS ANKLE BOMB GOES OFF
right underneath everybody in the room.
The effect this has on the people in the room, is very similar
to that of the effect a M-80blowing up in a ant hill, would
have on the ants. The auditorium is a literal red rain of legs,
arms, heads, torsos, and asses.
DONOWITZ TOILET BOMB
BLOWS UP UNDERNEATH the auditorium.
COLLAPSING THE CINEMA, AND BLOWING OUT THE FRONT OF THE
As MADAM MIMEUX’S CINEMA BURNS…
Theses SUBTITLES APPEAR ON SCREEN as if on a military
“OPERATION KINO A COMPLETE SUCCESS”.
“HITLER DEAD. GOEBBELS DEAD. BOORMAN DEAD.
GERING DEAD. ZOLLER DEAD. MOST OF HIGH COMMAND
“FOUR DAYS LATER, GERMANY SURRENDERS”
“ONCE UPON A TIME IN NAZI…
EXT — WOODS – MORNING
It’s a misty early morning, in the woodsy area. The German
truck, with Aldo and Uitvich in the back, and Landa and
Herrman in the front comes to stop.
LANDA and HERRMAN IN TRUCK CAB
Herrman, behind the wheel, tells Landa in German;
These are the American lines, sir.
In the back of the truck, sit the two last remaining members
of The Basterds, Lt.Aldo Raine, and Prvt.Smithson Uitivich,
both with their hands cuffed behind there back.
Landa and Herrman appear at truck rear, says in ENGLISH;
Okay Gentlemen, you can climb down.
Aldo and Uitivich climb down from the truck.
Col.Landa indicates for Herrman to remove the handcuffs from
the two prisoners.
Herrman, hand them your weapon.
Col.Landa hands over his LUGER, and his very cool looking SS
I am officially surrendering myself
over to you, Lt.Raine. We are your
Thank you very much Colonel. Uitivich,
cuff the Colonel’s hands behind his
Is that really necessary?
As Uitivich cuffs the. Colonels hands behind his back, Aldo
I’m a slave to appearances.
Then Aldo takes the Luger, and SHOOTS HERRMAN DEAD.
The bound Col.Landa is appalled.
Are you mad? What have you done? I made
a deal with your General for that mans
Yeah, they made that deal, but they
don’t give a fuck about him, they
You’ll be shot for this.
t 6 q.
Raw I don’t think so, more like I’ll
be chewed out. I’ve been chewed out
before. You know, Uitvich and myself,
heard that deal you made with the Brass.
End the war tonight? I’d make that deal.
How bout you Uitivich, you make that
I’d make that deal.
I don’t blame ya. Damn good deal.
And that pretty little nest ya
feathered for yourself. Well, if
your willing to barbecue the whole
high command, I suppose that’s worth
certain considerations. Now I don’t
care about you gettin pensions,
merit badges, ticker tape parades,
who gives a damn, let’s all go home.
But .1do have one question?
When you go to your little place on
Nantuckett Island, I image you gonna
take off that handsome looking SS
uniform of yours, ain’t ya?
For the first time in the movie, Col.Landa doesn’t-respond.
That’s what I thought. Now that…
.I can’t abide. How bout you
Uitivich, can you abide it?
Not one damn bit, sir.
I mean if I had my way, you’d wear
that goddamn uniform for the rest of
your pecker suckin life. But I’m
aware that’s ain’t practical. I mean
at some point ya gotta hafta take it
He opens LandaSS DAGGER, and holds the BLADE in front of Hans
So I’m gonna give you a little
somethin you can’t take off.
The Dagger has just completed carving a swastika deep into his
On the ground, looking up at Aldo, bloody knife in hand, who
straddles him.. And Uitivich, who’s next to him. The two
Basterds admire Aldo’s handiwork.
You know somethin Uitivich, I think
this just might be my masterpiece.