Mischling

INT. DERELICT BUILDING – DAY.

WE HEAR DISTANT GUNFIRE and EXPLODING BOMBS. The not-so-distant sounds of encroaching war.

WE SEE 4 MEN standing in the ruins of a once beautiful building.

THE DOCTOR is a tall, thin bespectacled man, mid to late thirties. Cold and emotionless. Sleeves rolled up. Latex apron corrupted by the blood of his latest victim. Hair perfectly greased into place except for one unruly strand dangling out of place.

WE HEAR another falling bomb that shakes the ruined abattoir sending flakes of dust and plaster on to the bare floor below.

Unmoved, THE DOCTOR patiently waits and listens to the gurgling confession of the eviscerated Resistance fighter, JOE, strapped to a gurney, interrogated by the immaculately dressed SS OFFICER.

THE SS OFFICER whispers to JOE like a lover to his sweetheart.

Finally, JOE gives up his secret and lets go of fighting.

For a long while there is silence.

THE SS OFFICER looks up to his lieutenant STRAUSS. A huge bear of a man. The marks of war deep in the lines of his face.
The SS OFFICER straightens up and turns to The Doctor.

SS OFFICER
Thank you Doctor. Excellent work as always.

The SS OFFICER whispers something to STRAUSS who looks at The Doctor with cruel intent.

STRAUSS
Colonel I don’t like this.
SS OFFICER
I don’t either, Strauss but do you want to go to Argentina a pauper or a king?
STRAUSS
The Allies are near. Our troops won’t hold them much longer.
SS OFFICER
You worry too much old friend.
STRAUSS
Worry has gotten us this far.
SS OFFICER
Indeed it has. But today the burden is mine.

The SS OFFICER thinks a moment. STRAUSS still unsettled.

SS OFFICER (CONT’D)
Guard this room. Nobody leaves or enters. Forty Minutes. If I am not back by then you go on without me. You do not wait. You understand?
STRAUSS
Sir. We should leave now.
SS OFFICER
We have survived Stalingrad, we survived Hitler, we will survive this.
STRAUSS
(indicating Joe)
What if this corpse is lying?
SS OFFICER
I don’t think he has anymore secrets left in him.
THE DOCTOR
Colonel?
SS OFFICER
Doctor. You may dispose of… This librarian as you see fit. Strauss will stand guard outside till the boat is ready for you.
THE DOCTOR
I must collect my papers and my clothes.
SS OFFICER
I took the liberty of packing a suitcase for you. You will be taken care of when you reach your destination.

Strauss doesn’t break his stare the Doctor who is about to say something but the SS Officer interjects.

SS OFFICER (CONT’D)
As for your research that has also been taken care of. Rest assured they will be waiting for you at your final destination.
THE DOCTOR
Heil Hitler.
SS OFFICER
Fuck Hitler!

The SS Officer and Strauss leave the room. Strauss closing the door as The SS Officer whispers his final orders.

THE DOCTOR stares at the now closed door, processing the last few minutes. He snaps off his long rubber gloves and puts the unruly strand of hair back into place.

He coughs a sick mans cough – blood and spittle. He wipes his mouth with a hanker chef he meticulously unfolds and folds to hide all the old blood leaving one last clean patch. He then goes to pack his tools away and counting off items of torture.

Behind him JOE struggles to see his own broken body but only sees part of his despair.

THE DOCTOR
One of my tools are missing. Where is it?

THE DOCTOR circles the gurney. Then THE DOCTOR searches JOE.

JOE
(mumbling)
Maybe you dropped it.

THE DOCTOR coughs again. This time it’s painful and won’t stop. He moves away from JOE and to his medical bag.

JOE laughs to himself – although it hurts to do so.

THE DOCTOR pulls out a syringe and a small vial of clear fluid — still coughing.

JOE (CONT’D)
You worry. When your time comes?
THE DOCTOR
Worry about what?
JOE
Being judged.

THE DOCTOR spears the the vial and pulls back on the syringe plunger.

THE DOCTOR
By whom? God?
JOE
Amongst others.
THE DOCTOR
Look around you librarian. There is no God.

THE DOCTOR flicks air bubbles out of the upturned syringe.

JOE
Either way you’re fucked.
THE DOCTOR coughs up more blood.
THE DOCTOR
Too bad you won’t see it.

He stares at JOE for a while just holding the syringe. He then pulls out a rubber tube wrapping it around his own arm and pushes the needle into a vein.

JOE
Maybe I see more than you think.

The cold rush of THE DOCTOR’s cocktail momentarily makes him light headed. With a gasp he “returns” a stronger man.

THE DOCTOR
What’s that supposed to mean?
JOE
Uh-ah. No More. Some secrets are mine.

THE DOCTOR walks to the table and pokes a finger into JOE’s guts causing him to scream.

THE DOCTOR
You have no secrets from me.

JOE spits out some more blood and THE DOCTOR returns to tidying up.

JOE
(whispering)
Just wait.

THE DOCTOR removes his Luger from his medical bag and loads it. He walks over to JOE and points the pistol at the bound mans head.

THE DOCTOR
No.

He then inexplicably returns the gun to his pocket.
Bag packed and secretly armed THE DOCTOR tries to leave the room only to be confronted by STRAUSS.

STRAUSS
You have to wait here until I receive word of the boat.
THE DOCTOR
We can wait down at the dock.
STRAUSS
Too dangerous Doctor. I have my orders.

THE DOCTOR sees that STRAUSS isn’t going to back down, so he comes back inside closing the door behind him.
Like a curious cat THE DOCTOR circles JOE’s gurney. JOE is struggling to see more of his ruined body.

THE DOCTOR
You should be dead already. I must have given you too much…Got the dose wrong for your body size? Too much amphetamine? Cocoa extract?

Joe ignores him.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
You are stronger than the previous occupant of that table. By now you must know she had no choice but to give you up.

Joe tries to ignore him.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
She was pregnant. Did you know that?

JOE tries to look away and see into the mirror.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
She never told you, did she? The secrets we keep from each other.

BEAT.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
I took her womanhood…literally.

JOE kicks against his bonds.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
It is in a jar. Would you like to see? The foetus is still intact.

JOE kicks and trashes against his bonds, screaming in agony and horror.
He eventually calms himself down a little, fighting back the pain.

JOE
Damn you!

THE DOCTOR
Go ahead no-ones listening.

For a long while. The two consider each other. JOE nearly fading away but then snaps back like a tired drunk.

JOE
Where are you?
THE DOCTOR
Who are you speaking with? God? Is he here?

JOE catches sight of his own reflection and again tries to see more.

JOE
(whispering)
Where are you?
THE DOCTOR
I don’t think he’s listening. If he is he clearly doesn’t give a damn.

JOE tries once more to see himself in the mirror.

JOE
The deal…the deal…remember the deal.

JOE gives up and falls back into his restraints.
THE DOCTOR adjusts the gurney, raising the flat bed to a slight incline.

THE DOCTOR
Pain and Pleasure. Two sides of the same coin. The art is in getting the balance right. Pain heightens pleasure. Pleasure distracts pain. Each and everyone of us – prisoners of our own flesh. Involuntary kicks and spasms triggered by a knife or a song. Puppets to our surroundings. Slaves to our desires. Once you know what these triggers are you can control not just individuals but entire nations.

THE DOCTOR positions the mirror so JOE can fully see himself, then moves round the back of the gurney and arranges JOE’s guts like a pedantic florist with a ghoulish bouquet.

THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
These Nazi’s think they know it, but they are just children fumbling in the dark.
THE DOCTOR (CONT’D)
You understand that such a thing is not easy. Keeping you the right side of alive…just enough… undoing your innards in such a way as not to muddy the waters – so to to speak…
JOE
(whispering)
We had a deal.

Tears run down JOE’s cheeks.

The life ebbs from him and he is still.

All is quiet.

Then Joe starts to convulse. Something the Doctor was not expecting. Thrashing hard against his bonds his entire body shakes in seizure then collapses. Joe now nothing more than a corpse.

Joes eyes still open transfixed upon the broken mirror.

The Doctor tentatively approaches the body.

Still it gazes upon it’s own reflection.

JOE (NEW VOICE)
Such exquisite work. I had heard rumours… Tales…but…to witness first hand… The divine brutality. It humbles us mischling .

Joe speaks with an unearthly voice. It’s timbre gravely and calm. Deliberate. This is disturbing enough but it’s the word “Mischling” that bothers the Doctor.

JOE (CONT’D)
Mischling? We know your secret Half-breed.

Joe looks right at the Doctor. Through the Doctor. Right into him. THE DOCTOR as he steps back from the gurney.

JOE (CONT’D)
On your mother’s side. Which in the eyes of Israel and this fallen reich makes you a Jew. But your secret is safe… sending your entire family to the ovens to hide your true self… Such ruthlessness Don’t worry we won’t tell. We have work for you half-breed.
THE DOCTOR
We?
JOE
We who steadied your hand when you murdered your first innocent. You feel our eyes in the corners of yours? Your inflictions cried through the void calling for salvation but they only found us.
THE DOCTOR
You are delusional.
JOE
It is you who are delusional. You see but a fraction of the universe. Your eyes cannot even see the light which the lowest insects see. These bonds?

JOE hands rise from the gurney.

JOE (CONT’D)
An illusion. A mockery of solidity. There is no less space between the atoms in these bonds…this flesh…than there is space between the stars.

The Doctor fumbles in his pocket for his Luger as Joe advances.

JOE (CONT’D)
You know this. You feel this. In your final days. You feel us.
THE DOCTOR
I should…

He pulls out the Luger and points it at the approaching monstrosity.

Joe unfolds his arms palms up his guts held out in a grotesque mockery of an angel.

JOE
You should what? Kill me … this flesh is already dead and yet here I stand… Soon the light will come and they will judge you. Well fuck them and their sanctimonious, pious bullshit. This war…but a taste of what is to come… Come with us… Live forever…
THE DOCTOR
This is crazy. You are crazy.

Joe slowly advances now angry.

JOE
I am a Lord of Darkness. The witness of plagues. I am the left hand of Baphomet. I am the record keeper. The one who writes in books of blood and flesh and sinew. I am your tormentor and I am your saviour.
THE DOCTOR
You are dead.
JOE
I am death! I came to bear witness and now you must come with us.
THE DOCTOR
Where?
JOE
Do not play coy with me half-breed. The world between walls. Ancient. Dark.

Just then STRAUSS comes in and can’t believe what he is seeing.

JOE (CONT’D)
SHOOT HIM!

THE DOCTOR does so sending the big man careening against the far wall.

JOE (CONT’D)
Take your place … Come with us
…become a Lord of midnight. Reign forever as a prince of pain and suffering.

THE DOCTOR shoot JOE several times in the chest, sending him into the wall behind.

THE DOCTOR slowly approaches the JOE’s lifeless corpse.

THE DOCTOR is silent…

JOE (CONT’D)
You misunderstand…

THE DOCTOR leans in closer to hear.

JOE swings out and slits the THE DOCTOR’s throat with a scalpel he’s been hiding the entire time.

JOE (CONT’D)
…no choice.

THE DOCTOR eventually stops twitching and JOE smiles as he breathes his last and both men lie still.

FADE OUT:

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