Liz K. McKeown
INT. LARGE BUILDING – HALLWAY – NIGHT- SPRING - 1987
The front gate of the Camp looks the same as others in the World War II Documentaries,
except one feature: an electronic scanner with a speaker. The three women approach the
scanner. The mechanical voice in the machine says: "Present inner left forearm.” All do, in turn.
Brenda inserts her arm: We see a sparkling concentration camp tattoo.
BACK ON SCENE: The other two follow suit. The gate door opens and the women file in.
As they enter, all three of them tap their left collarbones with their right hands, as
they do, recycled nametags appear. They are blue and white striped felt in the shape of the recycled logo. All three have a small Star of David on them, their names and camp numbers on them that match the sparkling "tattoos" on their arms. The three turn left, knowing the way.
INT. WOODEN BUILDING - NIGHT
They all enter a small wooden building with a long table laden with fish, meat,
three vegetable dishes, breads, gravy, sauce and hors d'oeuvres. Further down are
several tempting deserts. The three women look the table over.
BRENDA: This should suit any taste.
A MALE PRISONER, BOGDAN, about 30, appears like a genie. Robin jumps. Startled,
the other two women jump slightly, and gasp with their hands over their hearts.
BOGDAN: Steak! Prime rib! New russet potatoes! Parsley! Butter!
BOGDAN: Steamed asparagus … and cut off the ends, damn it!
Make sure they’re all cut in one inch pieces! Lemon wedges, no seeds!
Robin closes her eyes and claps twice. A tureen of asparagus, a dish of lemon wedges
LESLIE: How about the rolls and desert. Will they do?
BODGAN: (Smiling) What am I in the mood for? Hmmmmm. French bread. Baguettes, already cut in one inch slices, already buttered, a thin layer of butter, make sure you get
all the slices evenly buttered.
LESLIE: Allow me, girls.
BOGDAN: Recycled lapdogs, all purebreds.
Robin lies down and rolls over. Two other prisoners appear. FELIX AND HERSCHEL ROSENSWEIG are in their late twenties. Felix, the oldest, waves his arm at Bogdan in a disgusted manner. Herschel helps Robin to her feet. Robin smiles and nods at Herschel.
FELIX: Bodgan, Bogdan! The girl comes to do us favors!
BRENDA: It looks as if your menu has already been decided. (Laughs superficially). But, you're welcome to add anything that appeals to you.
The two brothers look over the table, look at each other and turn to Brenda.
FELIX: Changes, we haven’t.
LESLIE: Beverages, gentlemen?
INT. WOODEN BULDING IN CAMP - A LITTLE LATER
Leslie clears the table, Brenda pours coffee, Robin claps the dinner food away and only
the desert items remain on the long table nearby. Leslie approaches Herschel.
LESLIE: What can I bring you for desert?
BRENDA: And you, Felix? What’s your pleasure?
Felix points at the crème brulee and then at a chocolate desert.
FELIX: I don’t know what they’re called, but to me, they appeal.
BRENDA: (serving the crème brulee.) Crème brulee. (serving the chocolate desert) Death by chocolate, excuse the expression (laughs superficially).
Robin approaches Bogdan.
ROBIN: And you, Sir?
BOGDAN: I don't see anything I like. Conjure up some ice cream.
ROBIN: What flavor?
BOGDAN: Ice cream with cherries on it!
Robin claps and a dish of vanilla ice cream with fresh pitted, split cherries on it appear.
BOGDAN: No, cherry ice cream with cooked cherries in a sauce!
Robin claps and a bowl of cherry ice cream with warm cherry pie filling appears.
BOGDAN: What? No whipped cream?
ROBIN (good naturedly): My bad.
BOGDAN: Make sure the whipped cream has a hint of vanilla and sugar mixed into it, or
I won't eat it.
ROBIN: Ta dah!
BOGDAN: You forgot my espresso.
Robin claps and espresso appears in a small cup with a matching saucer.
BOGDAN: And, one more thing …
Felix, annoyed, looks up sharply from his second desert. He raises his left hand,
flips it disgustedly.
FELIX: Enough, already! Settle down.
HERSCHEL: We’re practically done with desert and you want to make a fuss.
BOGDAN: All I want to do is eat and be waited on.
Felix and Herschel finish up eating. Brenda claps away the dishes to leave a clean
tablecloth, while Bogdan eats heartily.
FELIX: I can have two be my audience, tonight.
Brenda and Robin take their seats across from him and listen attentively.
HERSCHEL: And, Leslie? You are me tonight?
Leslie nods, sits across from Herschel. The two hold hands and close their eyes. They are oblivious to their surroundings. Little silicone caps appear over Leslie’s fingertips. Her body tenses. She shivers and her teeth chatter and her grip tightens on Herschel’s hands.
While Bogdan sips his espresso, Felix addresses Leslie and Brenda.
FELIX: Before Hitler, I was perfectly satisfied with my life, we were not wealthy,
but I do not recall any problems. None!
NARRATOR: Like beating swords into plow shears, a place of torment and despair can
become a place of healing and love. All you need is the desire to help, a bed and