It's Bad Business.

The SS will manage certain industries itself inside Plaszow.

A metalworks, brush factory,

another for reprocessing 

Jewish clothing from the ghettos 

for use by bombed-out families back home.

But it's Private Industry 

like yours that stands to benefit most

by moving inside The Wire of

Commandant Amon Goeth's camp...

Oskar Schindler :

No, no, no. Sit, sit. 

Julian, how are you?

Good to see you, my friend.

Oskar Schindler.

Leo John.

Oskar Schindler :

Franz, good to see you.

Hello, Oskar.

Glad you could join us.

Oskar Schindler :

My Pleasure. 

Julius. How are you?

You lost weight.

Only in the shoulders.

Please, everybody, sit down.

Oskar Schindler :

How are you doing?

Oskar Schindler.

We started without you.

Oskar Schindler :

Fine. I miss anything good?

I was explaining to Herr Bosch

and Herr Madritsch 

some of the benefits of moving

their factories into Plaszow.

Oskar Schindler :

I meant the food.

Since your labor is housed on-site,

it's available to you at all times.

You can work them all night if you want.

Your factory policies,

whatever they've been in the past,

they'll continue to be.

They'll be respected.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

I have to know,

where do you get a suit like that?

What is that? Is that silk?

Oskar Schindler :

Of course.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Ja. It has a nice sheen about it.

Oskar Schindler :

Thank you.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Very nice.

Oskar Schindler :

I'd say I'd get you one, 

but the man who made it 

is probably dead. I don’t know.

•••••

Oskar Schindler :

I go to work the other day.

Nobody's there.

Nobody tells me about this. 

I have to find out.

I have to go in.

Everybody's gone.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

No. No.

They're not Gone. 

They're Here.

They're mine! Every day that

goes by, I'm losing money.

Every worker that is

shot costs me money.

I have to find somebody else.

I have to train them.

We are going to be making so much money

that none of this is going to matter.

It's Bad Business.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Thank You.

Leave The Bottle.

Take that.

Lena, Thank You.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Scherner told me 

something else about you.

Oskar Schindler :

Yeah? What's that?

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

That you know the meaning

of the word "gratitude."

That it's not some vague thing 

with you like it is with others.

You want to stay where you are.

You've got things going on The Side.

Things are Good.

You don't want anybody

telling you What to Do.

I can understand all that, 

you know. I know you.

What you want is your own sub-camp.

Do you have any idea what is involved?

The paperwork alone,

and then you've got to

build the fucking thing.

Getting the fucking permits is

enough to drive you crazy.

Then The Engineers show up, 

they stand around, they argue about 

drainage, foundations, codes, 

exact specifications, 

parallel fences four kilometers long, 

1,200 kilograms of barbed wire, 

6,000 kilograms of electrified fences, 

ceramic insulators, 

three cubic meters of air space per prisoner.

I'm telling you, 

you want to shoot somebody. 

I've been through it, you know? 

I know.

Oskar Schindler :

Well, you know. 

You've been through it.

You could make things easier for me.

I'd be grateful.

Messy, Sexual and Difficult

Alexander Hamilton (to Burr) : 

God, I wish there was A War! 

Then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for...

Kneel before Me. 

I said KNEEL! 

Is •not• this SIMPLER? 

Is this •not• Your Natural State? 

It's The Unspoken Truth of Humanity, 

that you crave Subjugation. 

The bright lure of Freedom 

diminishes your Life's Joy 

in a mad scramble for Power, 

for IDENTITY. 

You were •made• to be RULED. 

In The End, you will •always• kneel.

From Alexander Hamilton to Edward Stevens, 11 November 1769

To Edward Stevens

St Croix Novemr. 11th 1769

Dear Edward

This just serves to acknowledge receipt of yours per Cap Lowndes which was delivered me Yesterday. The truth of Cap Lightbourn & Lowndes information is now verifyd by the Presence of your Father and Sister for whose safe arrival I Pray, and that they may convey that Satisfaction to your Soul that must naturally flow from the sight of Absent Friends in health, and shall for news this way refer you to them. As to what you say respecting your having soon the happiness of seeing us all, I wish, for an accomplishment of your hopes provided they are Concomitant with your welfare, otherwise not, tho doubt whether I shall be Present or not for to confess my weakness, Ned, my Ambition is prevalent that I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like, to which my Fortune &c. condemns me and would willingly risk my life tho’ not my Character to exalt my Station. Im confident, Ned that my Youth excludes me from any hopes of immediate Preferment nor do I desire it, but I mean to prepare the way for futurity. Im no Philosopher you see and may be jusly said to Build Castles in the Air. My Folly makes me ashamd and beg youll Conceal it, yet Neddy we have seen such Schemes successfull when the Projector is Constant I shall Conclude saying I wish there was a War.

I am   Dr Edward   Yours

Alex Hamilton

PS   I this moment receivd yours by William Smith and am pleasd to see you Give such Close Application to Study.

“It isn’t just that the self-appointed organizers of the ‘gay community’ have a particular view of politics. They also have a specific view of the alleged responsibilities that being gay brings with it. 

In 2013 the novelist Bret Easton Ellis was reprimanded and banned from the annual media awards dinner by the gay organization GLAAD. 

He had been found guilty of tweeting views about the asinine nature of gay television characters that GLAAD said ‘the gay community had responded negatively to’.

This censorious tone – the prim schoolmaster tone – is the same one Pink News unleashed with a straight face in 2018, with its list of ten ‘dos and don’ts’ for straight people on ‘how they should behave in gay bars’.

In all of these cases the normal instinct is to say ‘Just who the hell do you think you are?’ 

But after his reprimand for wrong-think Ellis managed to sum up what had become a whole part of the new gay problem. 

This was, as he said, that we had come to live in ‘The reign of The Gay Man as Magical Elf, who whenever he comes out appears before us as some kind of saintly E.T. whose sole purpose is to be put in the position of reminding us only about Tolerance and Our Own Prejudices and To Feel Good About Ourselves and to be A Symbol.’

The reign of the magical gay elf has indeed been settled for the time being as one of the acceptable ways in which society has made its peace with homosexuality. 

Gays can now marry like everybody, else can pretend that they have children in exactly the same way as everybody else, and in general prove – as Dustin Lance Black and Tom Daley do on their YouTube channel – that gays are unthreatening people who actually spend their lives being cute and making cupcakes. 

As Ellis wrote, ‘The Sweet and Sexually Unthreatening and Super-Successful Gay is supposed to be destined to transform The Hets into noble gay-loving protectors – as long as the gay in question isn’t messy or sexual or difficult.’

The former enfant terrible of American fiction had put his finger on something here.”

The Hunger Dogs

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I'd just hit town and my throat was dry

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew

At an old saloon on a street of mud

There at a table dealin' stud

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that Named Me ‘Sue’….

Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn out picture that my mother had

Knew that scar on

His cheek and his evil eye

He was big and bent and grey and old

And I looked at him and my

Blood ran cold, and I said

"My Name is SUE! HOW DO YOU DO?!?

Now you gonna DIE!"

Well, I hit him hard right

Between the eyes

And he went down but to my surprise

Came up with a knife and

Cut off a piece of my ear

Then I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through

The wall and into the street

Kickin' and a gougin' in the mud

And the blood and the beer

Well I tell ya, I've fought tougher men

But I really can't remember when

He kicked like a mule and

He bit like a crocodile

I heard him laugh and

Then I heard him cuss

And he reached for his gun but

I pulled mine first

He stood there lookin' at me and

I saw him smile

And he said

"Son, This World is Rough

And if A Man's gonna make

It he's gotta be Tough

And I know I wouldn't be

There to help you along

So I gave you That Mame

And I said goodbye

I knew you'd have to Get Tough or Die

And it's That Name that helped

To Make You Strong."

He said, "Now you just fought

One heck of a fight

And I know you hate me

And ya got The Right

To kill me now and I wouldn't

Blame you if you do

But you oughta Thank Me before I die

For the gravel in your gut

And the spit in the eye

'Cause •I'm• the Son of a Bitch 

That Named You Sue."

Yeah, what could I do?

I got all choked up and threw down my gun

Called him My Pa and he called me His Son

And I came away with a

Different point of view

And I think about him Now and Then

Every time I try and every time I win

And if I ever have A Boy

I'll name him —

Bill or George or Frank

Anything damn thing but Sue!

…..Hate that name

Then Where Would I Be?

KITT : 

Of all the irresponsible behaviour — 

To leave Me with 

My Keys in The Ignition, 

and My Doors open.

Archangel Michael : 

•Big Gesture• 

I’m SORRY, it WON’T happen again.

KITT —

• The Silence of God. •

KITT.

• The Silence of God. •

•sigh.• I SAID, I was Sorry.

• The Silence of God. •

WHADDAYA WANT FROM ME?

KITT : 

A Little Consideration 

would be A Beginning.

Archangel Michael : 

I have a LOT on My Mind; 

and We’ve got a Lot of Work to Do.

KITT :

If it weren’t for Me, 

You’d Be Walking.

Archangel Michael : 

If it weren’t for You, I’d be missing 

my most important rendezvous — 

The Whole Point of My Mission.

I am very, VERY 

Grateful to You.

KITT :

OUR Mission.

Archangel Michael : 

OUR Mission…..

Forgiven?

KITT :

…. I suppose so. After all,

We’re Only Human, right?

Archangel Michael : 

DON’T Press Your Luck.

KITT :

It was just A Thought.

It’s not Complaining, it’s Scolding, 

THERE’S A DIFFERENCE.

 I could try to read this, 

or I could eat my lunch while it's still hot. 

We're doing well? 

STERN :

Yes. 

Better this month than last? 

STERN :

Yes. 

Any reason to think 

next month will be worse? 

STERN :

The War could end. 

…..what? 

STERN :

There is a machinist outside who'd like to thank you personally for giving him a job. 

Every day he comes. 

He's very grateful. 

It'll just take a minute. 

Mr. Lowenstein? 

I want to thank you, sir, 

for giving me the opportunity to work. 

You're welcome. 

I'm sure you're doing a great job. 

The SS beat me up. 

They would have killed me, 

but I am essential to the war effort, thanks to you. 

That's great. 

I work hard for you. 

I'm sure you do. 

I'll continue to work hard for you. 

That's great. 

Thanks. 

God bless you, sir. 

All right. 

You are a good man. 

He saved my life. 

STERN :

Yes, he did. 

God Bless him. 

STERN :

Yeah. Come on. 

God Bless you. 

STERN :

I'm sorry, Herr Direktor, 

but you're running very late. 

This is for the Obersturmbannfuhrer, sir. 

And this is for his niece, Greta. 

It's her birthday. Greta as in Garbo. 

By the way, don't ever 

do that to me again. 

Go, go, drive! 

Don't bow. 

Did you happen to notice that 

that man had one arm? 

STERN :

Did he? 

What’s his use?

STERN :

Very useful. 

How? 

STERN :

Very useful! 

Success!

You shouldn't think of them as yours, Oskar. 

You need to understand that some of the officers here don't give a damn about production. 

To them, it's a matter 

of National Priority 

that Jews be made to shovel snow. 

It's got nothing to do with Reality, Oskar. 

You know it and I know it. 

Jews shoveling snow, 

it's got a ritual significance. 

Come with me. 

I am an essential worker. 

Essential worker? 

Yes. I work for Oskar Schindler. 

Essential worker for Oskar Schindler. 

A one-armed Jew? 

Twice as useless! Yes, yes. I lost a day of production, Rolf. I work for Oskar Schindler. Danka, look at the snow. Look at the snow. Look at the snow! 

I lost a worker. 

I expect to be compensated. 

File a grievance with 

The Economic Office. 

It's your right. 

Would it do any good? 

Of course not. 

A big shot from the SS Budget and Construction Office came to lunch, and he told us 

that to believe The Jewish skilled worker 

had a place in Reich Economics was a treasonable idea. 

A one-armed machinist, Oskar? 

He was a metal press operator. 

Quite skilled. 

Schindler is having sex in bed with one of his mistresses.

There is a determines knock at the door.

POLDEK :

Herr Direktor? 

Shit. I don't believe it. 

Stern, is that you? 

POLDEK :

No, it's Poldek. 

It's about Stern. 

Leave your luggage on The Platform. 

Clearly label it. 

Given name first, 

then your surname. 

Do not bring your baggage with you. 

It will follow you later. 

Leave your luggage on the platform. 

Clearly label it. 

Stern? He's on The List. 

He is? Well, let's find him. 

TAUBER :

I'm sorry. You can't have him. 

He's on The List. 

If he were an essential worker 

he would not be on The List. 

I'm talking to a clerk. 

What is Your Name? 

TAUBER :

Sir, The List is correct. 

I didn't ask you about The List. 

I asked you Your Name. 

TAUBER :

Klaus Tauber. Tauber. 

Hauptscharfuhrer, this gentleman thinks a mistake's been made. 

My Plant Manager is 

somewhere on this train. 

If it leaves with him on it, 

it'll disrupt production 

and the Armaments Board 

will want to know why. 

Is he on The List? 

TAUBER :

Yes, sir. Itzhak Stern. 

Well, The List is correct, sir. 

There is nothing I can do. 

What is Your Name? 

TAUBER :

Close and secure all doors.

KUNDER :

 My Name? My Name is Kunder. This train is now leaving. 

Kunder. Hauptscharfuhrer Kunder. 

K-U-N-D-E-R. 

KUNDER :

And what's yours? 

Schindler. 

KUNDER :

S-C-H-I-N-D-L-E-R. 

Gentlemen, thank you very much. 

I think I can guarantee you 

you'll both be in Southern Russia 

before the end of the month. 

Good day. 

Zamykac dokladnie drzwi. Dokladnie zamykac drzwi. 

Stern! Stern! Stern! Itzhak Stern! 

Stern! Itzhak Stern! Stern! Stern! 

Itzhak Stern! Stern! 

Sir? 

Stern! 

STERN :

Herr Direktor. My apologies. 

Stop The Train! He's here! 

STERN :

I apologize. 

Stop the train! 

Stop the train! Stop it! 

KUNDER :

Sign here. Initial there. 

Makes no difference to us, 

you understand. 

This one, that one. 

It's the inconvenience 

to The List. 

It's the paperwork. 

STERN :

I somehow left 

my work card at home. 

I tried to explain Them 

it was a mistake, but... 

I'm sorry, it was stupid! 

SCHINDLER :

What if I got here 5 minutes later? 

Then where would I be?

I Can See Now, it Wasn't Me that Failed — Something was Missing.

I am Oskar Schindler,

of The Sudetenland —

and I am filled with 

GLORIOUS Purpose.

Emilie Schindler :

It's not a charade, all this?

How could it be a charade?

The clothes, the car, the apartment.

Wait a minute.

Take a guess how many

people are on my payroll.

Emilie Schindler :

Oskar.

My Father, at the height of His

Success, had 50. I've got 350.

300 and 50 workers on the factory floor, with one purpose.

Emilie Schindler :

To make pots and pans?

To make money. For me.

Does anyone ask about me?

Back home? 

Everybody. All the time.

Hmm.

They won't soon forget The Name

Schindler here, I can tell you that.

"Oskar Schindler," they'll say.

"Everybody remembers him.

He did something extraordinary.

He did something no one else did.

He came here with nothing, a suitcase, and built a bankrupt company into a major manufactory.

And left with a steamer trunk —

TWO steamer trunks full of money.

All The Riches of The World."

Hmm.

It's comforting to see that 

nothing's changed.

You're wrong, Emilie.

There's no way I could 

have known this before, 

but there was always 

something missing.

In every business I tried, 

I can see now, it wasn't 

Me that Failed.

Something was Missing.

Even if I'd known what it was, 

there's nothing I could 

have done about it, 

because you can't 

create this thing.

And it makes all the difference in The World 

between Success and Failure.

“Luck?”

WAR.

Taming

Andre Gregory :

“….And then one day, in the early fall...

I was out in The Country,

walking in a field...

and I suddenly heard 

A Voice say, "Little Prince".

Of course, The Little Prince

was a book that I always thought of

as disgusting, childish treacle.

But still, I thought, 

“Well, you know, if 

A Voice comes to me in a field --

-- this was the first voice 

I had ever heard --

-- Maybe I should go 

and read The Book.

Now, that same morning 

I'd got a letter from a young woman

who'd been in my group in Poland.

And in her letter she'd written,

"You have dominated me." --

--You know, she spoke very awkward English.

-- so, she'd gone 

to The Dictionary,

and she'd crossed out 

The Word "dominated"...

and she'd said, 

"No. The correct word 

is "Tamed".

And then, 

when I went to Town

and Bought The Book 

and started to read it, 

I saw that "taming" was 

The Most Important Word 

in The Whole Book.

By the end of the book, 

I was in tears, 

I was so moved 

by The Story.

And then I went and tried to write

An Answer to her letter 'cause 

she'd written Me a very long letter.

But I just couldn't find the right words, 

so finally I took my hand...

I put it on a piece of paper,

I outlined it with a pen...

and I wrote in the centre, something

like, "Your Heart is in My Hand."

....something like that.

Then I went over to 

my brother's house 

to swim 'cause he lives nearby 

in The Country and 

he has a pool.

And he wasn't home. 

I went into His Library...

and he had bought at an auction

the collected issues of Minotaure.

You know, the surrealist magazine? 

Oh, it's a great, great surrealist 

magazine of the '20s and '30s.

And I never, you know,

I consider myself 

a bit of a surrealist.

I had never, ever seen 

a copy of Minotaure.

And here they all were,

bound, year after year.

So, at random,

I picked one out, 

I opened it up...

and there was a 

full-page reproduction 

of the letter ‘A’ from 

Tenniel's Alice in Wonderland.

And I thought that, 'Well, you know,

it's been A Day of Coincidences...

but that's not unusual that 

The Surrealists would have 

been interested in Alice...

And I did A Play of Alice,

So at random, I opened to another page... 

and there were four handprints.

One was André Breton,

another was André Derain...

The Third was André - I've got it 

written down somewhere.

It's not Malraux. 

It's, like, someone...

Another of The Surrealists.

All A's, and the fourth

was Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

who wrote The Little Prince.

And they'd shown these handprints

to some kind of expert,

without saying whose 

hands they belonged to.

And under Exupéry's, it said that 

He was An Artist,

with very powerful eyes,

who was A Tamer 

of Wild Animals.

I thought, "This is 

incredible, you know."

And I looked back to see

when the issue came out :

It came out on the newsstands

May 12th, 1934...

and I was born during the day

of May 11,1934.

So, well, that's what started me on,

Saint-Exupéry and 

The Little Prince.

Now, of course today...

today I think there's a very fascistic 

thing under The Little Prince.

You know, I...

Well, no, I think 

there's a kind of...

I think a kind of S.S.-totalitarian

sentimentality in there somewhere.

You know, there's something, 

you know, that… that love of...

Well, that masculine love

of a certain kind 

of oily muscle.

You know what I mean?

I mean, I can't quite 

put my finger on it.

But I can just imagine

some beautiful S.S.-Man 

loving The Little Prince.

Now, I don't know why, but there's

something wrong with it. It stinks.

Wally Shawn :

Well, didn't George tell Me that You were gonna 

Do A Play that was based on The Little Prince?

Hmm. Well, what happened, Wally was 

that fall I was in New York and 

I met this young Japanese Buddhist priest 

named Kozan and I thought He was Puck 

from the Midsummer Night's Dream --

You know, he had this 

beautiful, delicate smile.

I thought He was 

The Little Prince.

So, naturally, I decided to 

go off to The Sahara Desert

to work on The Little Prince

with two actors and 

this Japanese monk.

Wally Shawn :

You did?

Well, I mean, I was still in 

a very peculiar state 

at that time, Wally.