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.