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we’re going to make a film. Just for the Nazis.
She gives him a deep French kiss.
FADE TO BLACK
BLACK FRAME
CHAPTER TITLE APPEARS:
CHAPTER FOUR
“OPERATION KINO”
FADE OFF
INT—ENGLISH COUNTRY ESTATE—DAY
A young MILITARY ATTACHÉ opens the sliding double doors that serve as an entrance to the room.
MILITARY ATTACHÉ
Right this way, Lieutenant.
A snappy, handsome British lieutenant in dress brown steps inside the room. This officer, who has been mixing it up with the
Gerrys since the late thirties, is 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 GEN. ED FENECH, an older George Sanders type (“Village of the Damned”).
But in the back of the room, sitting behind a piano, smoking his ever-present cigar, is the unmistakable bulk of WINSTON CHURCHILL.
The lieutenant was not expecting him.
Hicox salutes the general.
LT. HICOX
Lieutenant Hicox reporting, sir.
GEN. FENECH
(salutes back)
General Ed. Fenech. At ease, Hicox. Drink?
Hicox’s eyes 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 Churchill isn’t introduced, he ain’t there.
LT. HICOX
If you offered me a scotch and plain water, I could drink a scotch and plain water.
GEN. FENECH
That a boy, Lieutenant. Make it yourself, like a good chap, will you? Bar’s in the globe.
Hicox heads over to the bar globe.
LT. HICOX
Something for yourself, sir?
GEN. FENECH
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.
GEN. FENECH
It says here you’ve run three undercover commando operations in Germany and German-occupied territories? Frankfurt, Holland,
and Norway, to be exact?
Back to them, mixing drinks, he says:
LT. HICOX
Extraordinary people, the Norwegians.
GEN. FENECH
It says here you speak German fluently?
LT. HICOX
Like a Katzenjammer Kid.
GEN. FENECH
And your occupation before the war?
His back still to us, as he bartends…
LT. HICOX
I’m a film critic.
GEN. FENECH
List your accomplishments?
LT. HICOX
Well, sir, such as they are, I write reviews and articles for a publication called “Films and Filmmakers.” As well as our
sister publication.
GEN. FENECH
What’s that called?
LT. HICOX
“Flickers Bi-Monthly,” and I’ve had two books published.
GEN. FENECH
Impressive. Don’t be modest, Lieutenant. What are their titles?
LT. HICOX
The first book was called “Art of the Eyes, 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 general’s whiskey no junk. He finishes what he was saying, as he
walks toward the general, handing him his drink.
LT. HICOX
“Twenty-Four Frame Da Vinci.” It’s a subtextual film criticism study of the work of German director G. W. Pabst.
He hands the general his whiskey.
LT. HICOX
What should we drink to, sir?
GEN. FENECH
(thinking, for a moment)
Down with Hitler.
LT. HICOX
All the way down, sir.
CLINK.
GEN. FENECH
Are you familiar with German cinema under the Third Reich?
LT. HICOX
Yes. Obviously I haven’t seen any of the films made in the last three years, but I am familiar with it.
GEN. FENECH
Explain it to me.
LT. HICOX
Pardon, sir?
GEN. FENECH
This little escapade of ours requires a knowledge of the German film industry under the Third Reich. Explain to me UFA, under
Goebbels?
LT. HICOX
Goebbels considers the films he’s making to be the beginning of a new era in German cinema—an alternative to what he considers
the Jewish
She gives him a deep French kiss.
FADE TO BLACK
BLACK FRAME
CHAPTER TITLE APPEARS:
CHAPTER FOUR
“OPERATION KINO”
FADE OFF
INT—ENGLISH COUNTRY ESTATE—DAY
A young MILITARY ATTACHÉ opens the sliding double doors that serve as an entrance to the room.
MILITARY ATTACHÉ
Right this way, Lieutenant.
A snappy, handsome British lieutenant in dress brown steps inside the room. This officer, who has been mixing it up with the
Gerrys since the late thirties, is 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 GEN. ED FENECH, an older George Sanders type (“Village of the Damned”).
But in the back of the room, sitting behind a piano, smoking his ever-present cigar, is the unmistakable bulk of WINSTON CHURCHILL.
The lieutenant was not expecting him.
Hicox salutes the general.
LT. HICOX
Lieutenant Hicox reporting, sir.
GEN. FENECH
(salutes back)
General Ed. Fenech. At ease, Hicox. Drink?
Hicox’s eyes 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 Churchill isn’t introduced, he ain’t there.
LT. HICOX
If you offered me a scotch and plain water, I could drink a scotch and plain water.
GEN. FENECH
That a boy, Lieutenant. Make it yourself, like a good chap, will you? Bar’s in the globe.
Hicox heads over to the bar globe.
LT. HICOX
Something for yourself, sir?
GEN. FENECH
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.
GEN. FENECH
It says here you’ve run three undercover commando operations in Germany and German-occupied territories? Frankfurt, Holland,
and Norway, to be exact?
Back to them, mixing drinks, he says:
LT. HICOX
Extraordinary people, the Norwegians.
GEN. FENECH
It says here you speak German fluently?
LT. HICOX
Like a Katzenjammer Kid.
GEN. FENECH
And your occupation before the war?
His back still to us, as he bartends…
LT. HICOX
I’m a film critic.
GEN. FENECH
List your accomplishments?
LT. HICOX
Well, sir, such as they are, I write reviews and articles for a publication called “Films and Filmmakers.” As well as our
sister publication.
GEN. FENECH
What’s that called?
LT. HICOX
“Flickers Bi-Monthly,” and I’ve had two books published.
GEN. FENECH
Impressive. Don’t be modest, Lieutenant. What are their titles?
LT. HICOX
The first book was called “Art of the Eyes, 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 general’s whiskey no junk. He finishes what he was saying, as he
walks toward the general, handing him his drink.
LT. HICOX
“Twenty-Four Frame Da Vinci.” It’s a subtextual film criticism study of the work of German director G. W. Pabst.
He hands the general his whiskey.
LT. HICOX
What should we drink to, sir?
GEN. FENECH
(thinking, for a moment)
Down with Hitler.
LT. HICOX
All the way down, sir.
CLINK.
GEN. FENECH
Are you familiar with German cinema under the Third Reich?
LT. HICOX
Yes. Obviously I haven’t seen any of the films made in the last three years, but I am familiar with it.
GEN. FENECH
Explain it to me.
LT. HICOX
Pardon, sir?
GEN. FENECH
This little escapade of ours requires a knowledge of the German film industry under the Third Reich. Explain to me UFA, under
Goebbels?
LT. HICOX
Goebbels considers the films he’s making to be the beginning of a new era in German cinema—an alternative to what he considers
the Jewish
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