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PASSENGER

Scenario

Cast:

Director of Photography

Director

Andrzej Munk was unable
to complete his film.

He died in a car accident
on 20th September, 1961.

We have no intention of adding
what he had no time to say himself.

We are not searching for solutions
which might not have been his...

nor seeking to conclude the plots
which his death left unresolved.

We merely wish to present
what was filmed...

with all the gaps and reticence...

in an attempt to grasp whatever
is alive and significant.

Andrzej Munk was our contemporary.

We shared his hopes and fears,
and while not anticipating the answers...

we may perhaps manage to present
questions that he wished to pose.

The story begins today...

in a place where yesterday and
tomorrow scarcely exist, only the present.

This luxury liner is an island in time...

and each of her passengers
is an island, too.

Worries and ambitions fade away
during a voyage.

A passenger isn't part of a society...

a nation or a group -
free, without a biography.

The world turns a smiling face
to passengers...

friendly, ready to serve...

not too curious about where they
come from, or why they are travelling.

But we will not observe this idyll
with such cheerful indifference.

We shall give our attention
to this passenger.

She is a German...

who hasn't seen her country,
or Europe at all, for years.

Now she is returning with her husband...

whom she married in a foreign,
hospitable continent.

England...
the first port of call in Europe.

What has Liza seen?

Her husband does not understand...

why this encounter has upset her.

Don't call me 'poor little thing'.

You know nothing about it.

My time in the camp...

was not what you think,
my dear Walter.

I wasn't a prisoner,
I was an overseer.

Don't look at me like that.
I didn't hurt anyone.

And if Marta is alive...

it's only because of me.

I haven't told you much about
my past. You were an emigrant.

You'll never understand how we had
to live and obey our leaders.

Perhaps it's best for us both...

if you hear it at last.

I was sent to Auschwitz
in the summer of 1943.

I took charge of a command working
in a storehouse outside the camp.

I had nothing to do with the
prisoners, only their things.

Everything belonged to the Reich...

and I was responsible for seeing
that nothing was destroyed or stolen.

There was a war on
and we all lived as soldiers.

Some were drunk with power,
but I just did my duty.

I always tried to help those women
whenever I could.

I had to select an assistant
from a new transport.

Work in my command
was easier than elsewhere...

and the treatment was more humane.

I saw something vulnerable
and childlike in Marta.

I was sorry for her.

She became my clerk.

It was a pleasure...

to watch her change back
to a normal girl, a girl from freedom.

I hoped that one day
she would be really free...

and I did all I could
to help her survive.

Then I discovered that her fianc�e
Tadeusz, was in the camp...

and as we needed help with
book-keeping, I brought them together.

Thanks to me they met again.

One day she fell ill
and was taken to hospital.

Conditions were not good there,
we lacked medicines.

We couldn't cope.

Anyway, our soldiers at the front
were worse off.

I decided to have Marta
back in the block.

I could care for her better there...

make sure the doctor visited her.

I got sulphonamide and vitamins
from the SS dispensary.

I saved her life.

I didn't ask for thanks,
but at least I deserved her trust.

She didn't want to show it.

When she recovered she was
more withdrawn than ever.

Whatever it was, it was something
I couldn't understand.

Attention.

When I realised what it was all about,
it was too late.

She went to him of her own accord.

She must have expected this visit.

I had no idea what her offence was,
but I knew...

when Untersturmf�hrer Grabner
came in person to claim his victim...

nothing on earth could save her.

Marta was taken to the death block.
I wanted to see her once more.

Before leaving for the Reich, I said
I would like to see the death block.

It was awful.

Then I saw Marta.

I, an SS Overseer,
was as powerless as she was.

Until now I was sure Marta had
shared the fate of Tadeusz.

Perhaps Walter will be touched
and repeat 'poor little thing'.

But the response of the husband
learning of his wife's past...

that's not really important,
the director probably used him...

so Liza could recount her first,
noble version of herself and Marta.

The second version,
she will keep to herself.

There is a gap in the film...

to be filled with various events
taking place on the liner.

Munk began to film these events...

but never completed them.

The motivations of the Auschwitz
revelations would have been detailed.

We are left with fragments -
happy passengers...

Liza, staring at Marta...

trying to be sure it is really her.

Under such tension Liza recalls
the truth well enough.

I was sorry for her.
How naive I was.

She didn't give a damn
for my kindness.

I, a German, denied myself everything...

I had no private life, no love,
no rest from duty.

She, a Pole, committed for a
political offence, had what I lacked.

She didn't need me to be happy.

It wasn't my doing and it wasn't by
accident that Tadeusz was there.

Prisoners exploited our trust.
Those given tasks ran the camp...

pulling wool over our eyes.

Even some German foremen
were in with the gang.

He's not here.

- What do you mean?
- The Capo sent him to hospital.

- Who's this?
- He can take his place.

- Another one of your tricks?
- No, the other may have typhus.

Typhus?

Decent Germans are at the front,
not hiding in a camp.

You stinking coward.

In 1936 I fought in Spain. I didn't get
this uniform for cowardice.

- Do you know the job?
- Yes, I do.

I let it go on.

In the battle we fought...

I knew that cunning was
more effective than brutality.

They played at love, thinking no
one knew. They had no right to.

But I knew, and if you know
what someone really cares for...

and you can give it or take it away...

you are the master.

I keep getting reports of theft.

Confiscated items are Reich property.
Prisoners are stealing, trading...

Yesterday a woman prisoner was
caught lifting boots from the store.

Today we found some buried gold.

Ober, a simple soul, an idealist,
was bewildered by such things.

Yet in the end she said
something sensible...

'We must win the confidence of
chosen prisoners and establish order.

'Only the best in the garrison
and the best of the prisoners...

'...can restore this camp's
proper character'.

This idea was not new to me.

Overseer Weniger wishes to take command.

Unfortunately, I had moments
of weakness, too...

and Marta was able to take note.

Even dogs have temptations
they can't resist.

Major, Inga's pet, was extremely
fond of cheese.

He wasn't to know he would
soon pay for that.

A brat.

Impossible. I'll have a look.

Do you trust her?

I'd better check.

What a lovely brat it is.

Another stupid joke
by the Special Command.

I was humiliated.
Because of my weakness...

Marta involved me in a dirty business...

an accomplice in an effort
to save a Jewish child.

Then the fight for Marta, against
Marta, began to excite me.

It's my birthday today.

No one here remembered
my birthday...

no one gave me such flowers.

The roses came from the SS greenhouse.

Prisoners from the men's camp
worked there.

I decided to begin the attack...

let Marta know that
I could give her Tadeusz...

like a sweet for being a good girl

Thank you, Madam Overseer,
but it's impossible.

Anyway, I'm not all that keen to see her.

Still here? They're waiting.
Hurry up.

He's got urgent work
at the Commandant's villa.

You know, Madam, we've got artists
here from all over Europe.

That's his girl...
sketches for a medallion.

He longs for her, but they can't meet,
as you know.

I was close to mastering Marta.

I told her to take the numbers
of those by the wire. She didn't react.

So then I said...

Tadeusz.

She understood.

But for that dog,
Marta would have been mine.

I GAVE MAN EVERYTHING

I disliked such spectacles -
they soiled the dignity of our struggle.

Of course, the punishment
was necessary...

Marta's gesture rather pleased me.

I didn't suspect that it was more than
a spontaneous reaction...

- Gruyere cheese?
- Yes

The men did it.

Who in the men's camp could have
known of Major's taste for cheese?

Who would take revenge
on poor Weniger?

I decided to put pressure on Marta,
but then...

Take over command.
Strength 53, two in hospital.

An international commission is coming.
Your command looks best.

Choose a prisoner to answer questions.

- Your assistant?
- She's in hospital.

- Typhus?
- No

Why not bring her to the block?
Individual care... a good impression.

One of the two was Marta...

but I still fought for her.

I'm ready for punishment.

I had to see her.

Here you see a typical barracks
for women.

Here's one of our convalescents.

She is recovering, isn't she?

Yes, she's had medicine since yesterday.

Only since yesterday?

How long has she been ill?

A week.

It's war, even our soldiers at the
front are often short of medicines.

- How long have you been here?
- About two years.

Is this your first illness here?

Yes. I've checked her medical card.

No illnesses in two years?

No flu? No cold?

Do you get letters regularly?

Of course. We don't limit
their correspondence.

It's not against the regulations.

Do you allow visits by relatives?

That's forbidden in every country.

These are political prisoners.

Of course, we allow prisoners
to visit each other sometimes.

- When?
- In cases of illness.

Has anyone visited you?

Her fianc�e is a prisoner, too.

Another 'political' - he visited her
a few days ago.

Well, Marta, did he visit you?

Yes.

Congratulations. Promotion for sure.

Ober was pleased with me
and my prot�g�.

She talked about promotion,
maybe transfer to the Reich.

I rejoiced, too.

Marta had finally given in to me.

I planned to take her with me when
I was moved, to be my right hand.

The life of the camp family rolled on,
through weekdays...

and holidays.

I rejoiced too soon.

Behind my back they behaved as
though the camp barely existed.

Perhaps they sensed it was
their last meeting...

but what did I care about
such sentiments?

I should have finished her.

This was the moment.

I really saved her life this time.

I deluded myself into thinking...

she'd be grateful at last.

Here.

The Commandant wishes to see you.

I'll deal with this.

Roll call.

A note was found.

Who wrote it?

Marta, step forward.

Translate.

I... too, am always close to you
in my thoughts.

Always close to you...

Louder.

I don't even have to close my eyes
to have you near me.

You are within my reach.

I like your hands,
the palm of your hand...

Darling... my beloved...

It doesn't matter that
you can't speak to me.

I remember your voice.

Although you're not allowed
to be near me...

I can talk to you yet.

We can talk to each other,
speak to each other.

Darling... it must be autumn now.

I lie beside you in the grass...

among golden leaves...

soon it will begin to rain.

You will shield me from the rain,
you will cover my hair.

I walk in mud, without leaves.

Darling, do you...

It's good that you exist.

I kiss your lips...

so they won't be sad.

I kiss your eyes,
so they will bid me 'good night'.

The end.

Go back.

The note is stupid and unimportant.

I won't report it if the
author steps forward.

If she delays she'll be sent
to the Corrective Company.

You'll all go there if no one owns up.

The Commandant wishes to see you.

You'll stay here all night if necessary...

- You, too?
- I've just been called.

She's furious. She's been named
as a war criminal.

A broadcast from London
gave details of the transports.

How do they know what goes on here?

Why does she want us?

Inga, come in. Liza, wait.

I didn't understand
the language of the note...

but a love letter would not have
numbers and familiar German names.

Your duty here is finished.
You're posted to Berlin.

You're posted to headquarters.

Do you know that we must discuss
a painful subject first?

Your command hid a Jewish child.

That's impossible.

Weniger was on duty then
and admits it was possible.

Well, if Inga admits she was on duty...

You must remember.
I said it was a baby in that pram...

and she brought a doll.

I don't remember.

It couldn't have happened in my presence.

Liza, how can you...

Your word is enough.
Your command is well-disciplined.

I know Liza...

she would admit an offence.

An SS officer never evades responsibility.

I know my duty. The command
must be punished if it is guilty.

I request they all go
to the Corrective Company.

Very well. Prepare your report.

Overseer... the Blockmaster would
like you to come to the command.

Command affairs no longer concern me.

Perhaps Overseer Inga, then,
because someone's confessed.

You're all going for correction.

But I confessed.
Please keep your word.

Untrue. You couldn't have written it.

You know I could.

I don't know. It was just some
lovesick rubbish.

No, you know it was me.

She forced me to it.

She wanted to destroy me,
I had to defend myself.

Those last words are not very clear.

How did Liza defend herself...

and influence Marta's fate...

the fate she recounted to her husband...

and now prefers to end unfinished?

But we shouldn't ask too much
of the Overseer...

she's admitted enough.

Justifying oneself is only human.

Anyway, what is this recollection
of a game...

between overseer and chosen prisoner?

An apology, an escape...

from cruelty and evil,
only too human?

In the vague, unreal background,
people die, silently, casually...

anonymously,
as others perform their duty...

victims trampled into the mud,
over whom she walked, unseeing.

Set on a liner, an island in time...

this story can be concluded easily.

The brush with the past did not last long.

Marta, or someone resembling her...

disembarked at the next port of call.

The ship sails on.

It's doubtful if the women
will ever meet again.

Liza won't be challenged by truths
buried in the mud of Auschwitz.

Nothing can disturb Liza's life
among people...

indifferent to yesterday's crimes,
who even today...

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