Other people's children
| Thu, Nov 24 2011 02:13pm GMT 1 | ||
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Vero 126 Posts |
Hi
there everyone,
JENNY, is piping swirls of cream cheese onto crackers and decorating them with slices of smoked salmon and dill. Rosa is trying to get china plates out of a cupboard. Jenny’s children, SOPHIE 15 and BEN 12, are lounging in front of the TV at the other end of the room bickering.
Mum, leave the plates.
Leave them. I told you, I’ll get to them in a minute.
These will all have to be washed.
Please, just leave them for now.
You’re going to break them... Mum, you’re going to break them.
Oi! Gimme that. What d’you think you’re doing?
It’s my turn.
I was watching that!
Not any more, loser.
Ow! You little dick! Ow. I bloody hate you!
Eh, eh, eh. Enough of that language.
Why does she have to be such a tosser?
ENOUGH! Have some respect for your grandmother.
He’s hurt my wrist really badly.
Yeah well, you shouldn’t snatch the remote.
You’re supposed to be helping, not fighting with each other. You, (Pointing to Sophie) You go and help Gran with the plates. And you, (Pointing to Ben) Go and empty the bins and take the rubbish outside. Now. Chop, chop.
(Rubbing her wrist) I still don’t see why I should have to be here.
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.
Here. Make sure you don’t miss any.
Which plates do you want, Gran?
These ones with the forget-me-nots.
Those are my parents.
Your parents?
Yes. It was taken in Vienna.
You mean Vienna in Austria?
Yes. I was born there you see.
But I always thought you grew up in London.
Vienna, March 1938. The Anchluss is taking place. Mendel family - parents EVA and BERNDT and children, INGE 17 and ROSA 13 - are standing at the window watching in dismayed silence. Eva holds in her arms their youngest child, 5-year-old HETTIE. The apartment is spacious and comfortably furnished. Outside, Nazi storm troopers march in formation past the window. There are swastika flags everywhere, a brass band and triumphant roars from jubilant onlookers.
We don’t know for sure what’s going to happen. For one thing, there aren’t so many Jews here. Austria isn’t Germany. It’s a completely different country.
Not any more. And why should the Nazis behave differently here to how they’re behaving in Germany?
As long as we keep our heads down. As long as we don’t cause a problem...
And that’s your answer is it? Don’t cause a problem!
All I’m saying is let’s not panic. Not yet.
Hey. I’m not a baby, you know.
Berni, we can’t just bury our heads in the sand and hope it all just goes away.
I don’t see what else we can do.
Pa’s right. What else can we do?
EVA
Friedrich’s taking me to the pictures.
Inge, I really don’t think that’s wise.
As Pa says, there’s nothing we can do, so we might as well go on as we are. Besides, it’s Cary Grant. It’ll take more than a few crazy Nazis to keep me away.
Eva is drying up plates. Rosa is putting them away in the cupboard.
I
almost forgot to tell you. Herr Weigel said he thought I’d be
ready to take the chemistry
I’ll still be able to take my exams, won’t I?
Let’s hope so.
You’re back early. Was it full?
That’s right. It was full.
What happened?
Nothing for you to worry about.
Tell me.
They spat at us. They called us lice and Jewish swine and spat. You won’t tell Mutti, will you?
No, of course not. Don’t worry.
I thought I'd find you here. Have you heard the latest?
About Austria?
You've no idea how desperate it is there. The Viennese embassy's inundated with visa applications. People are queueing day and night. We can't just sit on our hands and do nothing. Not any more.
Do I look like I'm sitting on my hands? Come to my office.
I know how much you're doing here at the refuge. But this needs something different. Otto, you have contacts. It's time to use them.
It's not as simple as you think. The economy's still very weak. People won't accept more refugees. The last thing we need is a backlash.
You and I both know this country could take in many more than it has. To say nothing of the empire. For God’s sake, surely we can find somewhere for these people to go?
The government still thinks it can make the Nazis change their policy.
No doubt they think it’s just a bit of local difficulty and the Germans are all decent chaps really.
It’s not that.
That’s why we have to make them listen. People are suffering horribly. Two days ago, a friend of my father shot his wife and then himself.
Very well. I’ll see what I can do.
It's a beautiful spring Sunday morning. Church bells can be heard through the open window. Berndt is reading the paper, Rosa is sitting at the table doing homework, Inge is painting her nails. Hettie is being an aeroplane. She climbs on the sofa, jumps off with arms outstretched, and runs up and down the room. She knocks into Rosa, making her blot her work.
Oh Hettie for goodness sake!
For the love of God, child, sit still will you!
Oh Hettie! What a nuisance you are!
Poor little mite. It isn't her fault.
I know. She badly needs to let off steam.
We could all do with some fresh air. What about a picnic?
Oh yes! It's a perfect day for one too.
Is that really a good idea?
Of course it is. I don’t see why we should behave as if we're prisoners in our own home.
I don't know.
Well I do. We'll go to the Prater. Who wants to go on the ferris wheel?
Berni...
Me! Me! Me!
And so you shall my little aviatrix. Come on, let's get our coats on.
The Mendel family, yellow stars stitched to their coats, are looking at a notice on the gate to the park: "No dogs or Jews."
We shouldn't have come.
But I want to go on the ferris wheel.
Not today, my darling. Papa made a mistake.
But you said I could.
I know. I'm sorry.
We can still have our picnic, can't we? Even if it's only in the garden at home.
Of course we can.
The Mendel family is sitting on a picnic blanket on a patch of grass under a tree. Nearby, a group of neighbouring children are kicking a football about. A few adults are sitting on benches, enjoying the sun. Hettie is picking forget-me-nots. She offers them to Eva.
Thank you. They're lovely.
(To Rosa) Would Madame like cheese sandwiches or fish?
Here's your ball.
What do you want?
Go away, you filthy Jewish pig.
Yeah. Go away, vermin.
Why do they hate us so much?
People are saying the Jews have made Austria weak.
But that’s not true. Austria’s our homeland.
I'm going to the American embassy. Even if I have to queue for a week, we've got to try.
America. Eva, we don't know anyone there, we don't speak the language. What will we do? How will we live?
Rosa's been thrown out of school. Inge's lost her job. And you - I worry about you every minute you're out of the house.
Things will calm down. I know the Austrians. They're good people at heart.
Did you hear what they said today? To Hettie, a five-year-old child.
My father fought for this country; he won a medal for valour. My parents and grandparents are buried here.
I don’t care. I'm going, and that's the end of it.
The Conference in Evian to discuss the plight of refugees from Nazi Germany has ended without significant offers to increase immigration quotas. Speaking on behalf of the government, Earl Winterton said Britain could not open its borders without a similar commitment from others.
For shame!
These aren't in bad condition at all.
Put them over there.
What have we got?
A congregation in Finchley has donated a load of winter garments.
At least someone has a conscience. I nearly wept with despair when I heard the news this morning.
Everyone's waiting for someone else to make a move.
Which means precisely nothing will happen.
People in the community are talking about making formal representation to the government, but they're afraid to stir up trouble.
Someone should stir up trouble. In fact, I'll willingly help them. I'd rather like to give the stuffed shirts in Westminster a piece of my mind.
9th November 1938. Hettie and Rosa are blowing up balloons. Hettie keeps letting the air out of them to make a rude noise and giggling uncontrollably. Rosa keeps laughing too.
Stop it, or they'll burst and there'll be none left for your party.
Haven't you two finished yet?
How long til we sing Happy Birthday?
Not long now, sweetheart. We’ll start as soon as Inge and Papa come home.
That's ages.
No it isn't. They'll be here any minute.
There's a slight astigmatism. That's what's probably causing the headaches and blurred vision.
I see.
Don't worry. It can be treated.
Herr Doktor Mendel.
I've come to pick up a birthday cake. My wife ordered it a couple of days ago.
Ah yes. It's here under the counter.
In here. Quick.
Mutti, what's happening?
I... I don't know.
I wish Papa and Inge were here.
Thank God! Thank God!
Where's Papa?
Isn't Papa back yet?
Not yet.
I'm scared.
Shh. Don't be scared. It’ll be all right.
I want Papa!
I'm sure he’ll be here soon.
Will God keep him safe?
Yes. If we pray, God will keep him safe.
Come on open up... Open the goddamn door!
We know you’re in there, you scum.
(From downstairs) Come on. We're going.
Fuck 'em. Let's go.
Berni?
Are the children in bed?
Rosa, go to your bedroom this instant!
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| Mon, Nov 28 2011 09:20am GMT 2 | ||
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mike 641 Posts |
Your script is very easy to follow and I can see the scenes in my
mind. The events behind your story are well known though. But
stories being well known, doesn't seem to stop films being made!
The plot, and your interpretation, seem more suitable for
children's TV but I may well be wrong. Presumably, your story will
be about the Jewish experience in England and not Germany? This
would, at least, give a different slant to the events? I see, from
the scenes in Bloomsbury etc, that you have included a political
dimension to this.
The last film I saw about thirties Germany was an adaptation of
Chrisopher Isherwood which, I must confess, I found rather
boring,but the only programme that my attention was set at a
later period and was about the foundation of Israel and
England's involvement with the foundation of Palestine. A young
girl goes to Israel to investigate the life of her grandfather.
I can see that you have tried to make the story relevant to a
modern audience by moving though the generations, with the
present generation watching the TV. Perhaps you could make
something visual out of this? The children are playing a war
game with Nazi soldiers.? Something like that? It would link
visually to finding the photograph, and thus, a personal
involvement.
I recall an argument. some years ago, that history was not
learnt at school and that children today would not know about
the extermination camps of the second world war. but I do not
think this is true as Anna Frank's diaries are a set text. (Of
course, I do not know about German schools)
Stories about the problems that different nationalities have in
settling in England may well have reached saturation point, but
i feel that way about vampire stories too, and they seem to go
on and on. Telling the story from the point of a view of a
Jewish refugee of the second world war would, at least, give a
different interpretation to the refugee problem, but I don't
see that you have introduced a twenty first century parallel
here? Is it your intention to make a political drama? I think
it would be difficult to do this without introducing Palestine
and the problems encountered by the Arab population?
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