Inglourious Betches

By

Alex Larry & Laura Walker

Based on:

Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds

EXT. DAIRY FARM-DAY

A quaint dairy farm resting in the countryside of Nancy,

France, to the French this area is known as cow country.

A SUBTITLE appears in the sky above the farmhouse and it

reads as such:

CHAPTER ONE

"ONCE UPON ANOTHER TIME IN...

NAZI-OCCUPIED FRANCE"

This SUBTITLE disappears to be replaced by yet another:

"1941

One year into the German

occupation of France"

We focus more upon the farmhouse. There outside it is its

bull of an owner, FRENCH FARMER.

He stands with an axe in hand before a stump. At his feet

and about the base of the stump is a pile of chopped wood.

As he huffs off one chore of the day, he stares fixed on

perhaps nothing, but his face says otherwise.

FRENCH FARMER’S P.O.V.

A female NAZI OFFICER with a black leather attache case

approaches.

She yells to the farmer in FRENCH, SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH:

NAZI OFFICER

Are you Monsieur Perrier LaPadite?

FARMER

I am Perrier LaPadite.

The female officer takes long strides to close the distance

between them and says with a smile on her face, continuing

to speak in French:

NAZI OFFICER

It is a pleasure to meet you,

Monsieur LaPadite. I am Lieutenant

Colonel Hannelore Landon of the

S.S.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 2.

LTC. HANNELORE LANDON offers the French farmer, PERRIER

LAPADITE, her hand. The Frenchman takes the Germanic

woman’s hand in his and shakes it.

PERRIER

How may I help you?

LTC. HANNELORE

I was rather hoping you could

welcome me into your lovely home

for a polite discussion.

CUT TO

INT. LAPADITE FARMHOUSE-DAY

The door to the farmhouse swings open, and farmer gestures

in the manner of ladies first for the S.S. Lt.

colonel. Smiling in gratitude, the Germanic woman passes

the threshold.

LTC. Landon immediately begins to scan around the small

kitchen. The farmer enters behind her, closing the door.

LTC. Landon spins about on her heels taking the farmer off

guard.

LTC. HANNELORE

I was told you had daughters,

Monsieur LaPadite, is that correct?

Recovering from the sudden face-to-face he answers:

PERRIER

Yes, however they are out helping a

neighbor at the moment.

LTC. HANNELORE

All three of them?

PERRIER

(beat)

Oui.

LTC. HANNELORE

Pity, not a one to stay and help

papa?

(beat)

Oh well, it is for the best. What

we have to discuss must be

discussed in private.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 3.

LTC. Landon continues over to the kitchen table. She stands

by one of the chairs and settles her attache case on the

table.

She clearly though is expecting LaPadite to pull out the

chair.

LTC. HANNELORE

Monsieur LaPadite, please, join me

at your table.

LaPadite comes over hesitantly. Before he sits down, he

pulls out the chair for the Lt. colonel.

LTC. HANNELORE

Merci.

(sits down)

Now let us have this little

discussion, shall we?

LaPadite takes a seat opposite LTC. Hannelore.

LTC. HANNELORE

(CON’T)

But-before I explain my being

here-may I ask, do you speak

English as well as your neighbors

claim?

PERRIER

(beat)

Oui...

LTC. HANNELORE

Excellent, I just so happen too as

well. May we switch this

conversation to English then? The

extent of my French having been

exhausted, I simply refuse to speak

it so poorly, let alone in the home

of a Frenchman.

PERRIER

Certainly.

The remainder of the conversation is in ENGLISH:

LTC. HANNELORE

I am perfectly aware of you and

your family, Monsieur LaPadite, but

are you even aware of my existence?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 4.

PERRIER

Yes.

LTC. HANNELORE

Interesting. Now tell me, how is it

that you are aware? When to be

honest the outside world would

hardly know of any female connected

in some way with the National

Socialist Party unless her name be

Eva.

PERRIER

(beat)

Well, the man whose command we’ve

come to understand you are under

is-

LTC. HANNELORE

Preceded by his reputation? Sadly,

that is the case of the people of

France knowing of me as well. The

handmaiden to the Jew Hunter is

quite a notable and duty bound

title. However, it is not the name

I often hear uttered about myself-

when of course I am the topic of

gossip.

The S.S. Lt. colonel smiles.

LTC. HANNELORE

I digress though. We have more

important matters to attend

to. And I would not be honoring my

role set here in France if I were

to keep us absorbed in the gender

issues of notability in today’s

world.

LTC. Landon begins to take out items from her attache case:

fountain pen, ink well, papers, etc.

PERRIER

I don’t want to seem rude, but the

meaning of your visit, welcomed as

it is, is mysterious to

me. Several months ago our home

had been searched by the Germans.

Nevertheless attentive to his concern, she replies with what

could be said as polite hostility.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 5.

LTC. HANNELORE

Yes, well, that was-what did you

say? Several months ago? When to

be more exact, it has been seven

months to the date and to be frank-

this is now. Understand, a lot can

occur in a span of seven months,

Monsieur LaPadite.

PERRIER

Yes, I understand...forgive me.

LTC. HANNELORE

No, no, it’s quite alright. It is

only sensible to question. If you

weren’t to question, I’d have to

question about your claim as a

human being. But to alleviate your

worries, this is merely a routine

follow-up to check in with you. A

call to bring relief not dread I

promise you.

LaPadite nods, smiling- half-heartedly. He asks then:

PERRIER

May I redeem myself further as a

host by wondering whether you care

for a drink- wine perhaps?

LTC. HANNELORE

(graciously)

Oh yes, please. But I must decline

the wine, and bother you possibly

for a glass of milk? This being a

dairy farm, I would expect it the

main beverage on hand.

PERRIER

Absolutely, it is no trouble.

She beams in gratitude and proceeds to handle the papers

before her.

He stands to retrieve the milk from within an icebox. As

this happens, a BLACK OUT occurs.

6.

INT. LAPADITE FARMHOUSE-MOMENTS LATER

FADE UP

BLACK AND WHITE

The two are still at the table. The Lt. colonel is jotting

something down. An empty glass sits on the table. LaPadite

is puffing away on a pipe, waiting.

LTC. HANNELORE

Alright then.

(sets her pen down)

I believe I’ve gathered all I came

for. I am most thankful for your

willingness to help in this

process, Monsieur LaPadite.

PERRIER

You’re welcome, Lt. colonel.

She is found smiling as she collects her things.

The Lt. colonel suddenly inquires:

LTC. HANNELORE

Monsieur LaPadite, before I leave,

may I ask for your permission to

allow me one of my personal

vices? You may or may not have

heard that the Fuhrer is not at all

too keen on women smoking?

PERRIER

No, I don’t believe I have, but by

all means.

LTC. HANNELORE

Ah, thank you. I pray that this

may be our little secret, no?

(touches his hand)

After he agrees with a nod, she reaches within her attache

case.

Landon pulls out a long-stemmed cigarette holder and a pack

of smokes, setting one after the other on the table.

She places one cigarette at the respective end and puts the

other to her mouth. As the holder flounders about between

her lips, she searches for a lighter in her case.

LaPadite obliges then with a lit match.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 7.

LTC. HANNELORE

(puffs)

Again thank you.

(puffs once more)

Now, I must admit, my curiosity

getting the best of me- do you

happen to know the other name I

have been given? Really, I should

say a name that has been

resurrected from an avocation

previous my secretarial profession?

PERRIER

I’m afraid I pay little attention

to such things that may be part of

rumor.

LTC. HANNELORE

My dear Monsieur LaPadite, for

being the father of three young

women, you should know better than

to assume that the fairer sex has

no interest in rumors. So tell me,

what things have been able to peek

your attention then?

PERRIER

I- please keep in mind, this is

just rumors- have heard that you

were once a head guard at a labor

camp...

LTC. HANNELORE

Go on.

PERRIER

(apprehensive)

That, well, it was during your time

there that most began to refer you

to as...the She-wolf of the S.S.

Landon laughs at his trepidation in repeating it.

LTC. HANNELORE

You must understand it wasn’t

because of perversity that it was

given to me. Quite the contrary,

it was due to my tendencies to

dominate over and my acts of

insubordination to the orders of

men of lower rank- and higher

rank. And there was the other

issue of my treatment of the Jews

that attempted ever to escape...

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 8.

(exhales a reminiscent cloud

of smoke)

Oh, well, past is in the past and

we must look to the future.

Just then she stands and pulling out the smoldering

cigarette from the holder.

LTC. HANNELORE

(CON’T)

And with that being said, I will

hope that we never meet again

Monsieur LaPadite.

(puts out cigarette on table)

I mean that may it be in better

times if ever there be another

meeting.

PERRIER

(stands)

No, I agree- only in better times

than these now.

The Lt. colonel extends a hand of farewell. LaPadite

accepts it as before.

With her attache case in hand, LaPadite goes to escort her

out. And just like before, she turns abruptly on her heels

to face him.

LTC. HANNELORE

I hate to leave on a sour note, but

let it be known, Monsieur LaPadite

that- if there turns out to any

irregularities with you and your

family with your stand on the Jews

in the future of this war- I have

no doubts that the next visit won’t

be as cordial as this.

She pulls a handkerchief from her blazer pocket. As she

gently sneezes into the handkerchief, a light thud is heard

O.S.

It seems the Lt. colonel’s lighter has reappeared, having

been in her blazer pocket.

LaPadite begins to bend down to get it when she stops

him. The Lt. colonel bends at the knees to reach the

lighter.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 9.

LTC. HANNELORE

How silly of me, I can be so

terribly forgetful sometimes. But

it seems my allergies made sure to

remind me of my misplacing.

While she picks it up, UNDERNEATH THE FLOORBOARDS a Jewish

family can be seen in the grips of fear and anticipation for

the She-wolf’s leave.

The Lt. colonel lingers, however, in her crouched position.

Her eyes are staring straight down between the floorboards.

The youngest child of this poor family, a BOY, is staring

right back at her.

A look of terror and a malevolent smirk are exchanged.

The Lt. colonel straightens up then, smirk replaced by kind

smile. She flashes the lighter to the farmer, before

tucking it away into her attache case.

LTC. HANNELORE

Monsieur LaPadite, I thank you for

your generosity, and bid you adieu.

CUT TO

EXT. DAIRY FARM- CONTINUOUS

LaPadite can be seen standing in the doorway of his

home. The Lt. colonel is seen retreating away towards the

CAMERA until O.S.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. VICHY-BASED S.S. OFFICE-DAY

FADE UP

A S.S. office; it is simple and unusually bright with white

walls and dark wood interior. The door, however, into which

one would enter this office is the focus.

A SUBTITLE appears on the door:

The Office of Col. Hans Landa...

a.k.a. the Jew Hunter.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 10.

SUBTITLE disappears. PULLING OUT, the view rests OVER THE

SHOULDER of COL. HANS LANDA, who remains obscured.

In this OS, we see Lt. colonel Hannelore Landon seated

before him. (The conversation is in GERMAN, SUBTITLED IN

ENGLISH:)

LTC. HANNELORE

I hope I haven’t appeared to have

been usurping your position in

anyway, herr Colonel. I only felt

that the situation needed a

different type of intuition- and

a less hostile invasiveness-

A hand raises to silence her.

COL. HANS LANDA

I completely understand.

(beat)

But the fact remains that you went

beyond what is expected of

you. And this intuition, you speak

of- no doubt, women’s intuition-

however helpful you believe you

were being with this insight,

doesn’t change the other fact of

the matter. Where is your evidence

of the LaPadite family sheltering

Jews?

LTC. HANNELORE

Herr Colonel-

His hand silences her again.

COL. HANS LANDA

I am not calling you a liar, Lt.

colonel. I am simply asking a

question and all I wish is for you

to answer it.

LTC. HANNELORE

(beat)

My evidence, herr Colonel, is my

word. People are willing to go on

less than that for murder, and

seeing as how that is precisely

what we are doing to the Jews I see

no reason why you cannot accept

that.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 11.

COL. HANS LANDA

Oh, I am very capable of accepting

that. Others though- not so much

and you know this well.

(lets that sink in)

Now, as far as I am concerned this

conversation is over for the time

being- that is unless you have

something else you want to share

with me? Something more tangible?

LTC. HANNELORE

(beat)

No, herr Colonel...

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. LAPADITE DAIRY FARM-DAY

FADE UP

SUBTITLE appears:

LAPADITE FARM...

TWO MONTHS LATER

SUBTITLE disappears.

FADE UP

One of the daughters of LaPadite is putting the laundry out

to dry on the clothesline. As she hangs a white bedsheet,

she shears a noise. Moving the sheet aside, she sees:

DAUGHTER’S POV

A Nazi town car convertible, with two little Nazi flags

attached to the hood, Nazi solider behind its wheel, an

officer alone in the backseat, following two other Nazi

soldiers on motorcycles, are coming up over the hill on the

country road towards the LaPadite farm.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. MESS HALL- DAY

FADE UP

CHAPTER TITLE appears:

CHAPTER TWO

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 12.

"INGLOURIOUS BETCHES"

FADE UP

A group of misfit ARMY NURSES file into a mess hall.

All are silent excluding STAFF SGT. DONNA DANN, who is

grumbling to herself about "Yankees" as she ushers the women

in.

LT. ADELAIDE RAY stares at each woman as she is seated at a

table, looking elegant in her Army Nurse Corps uniform.

Sgt. Donna breaks out into her Virginian tongue:

SGT. DONNA

Right now ladies, why don’t y’all

take a seat.

Each woman sits down at the table with cups of tea already

placed before them.

Donna sits next to her lieutenant.

Adelaide smiles slightly and begins to speak in her own

Southern accent of Tennessee:

LT. ADELAIDE

Afternoon ladies

(stirs sugar cubes into her

tea)

My name is Lieutenant Adelaide Ray.

FREEZE FRAME on Adelaide. Her NAME is plastered across the

screen as NARRATOR gives a small background, snazzy theme

music accompany.

FRAME CONTINUES.

LT. ADELAIDE

(CON’T)

Y’all are gathered here today for a

common purpose ’cause each of y’all

has somethin’ in common with the

other.

CPL. WILHELMINA

(German accent)

What, may I inquire, is that?

Some of the women fidget uncomfortably at the sound of the

Germanic speech.

Wilhelmina takes a sip of her tea, ignoring it.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 13.

LT. ADELAIDE

I’m glad you asked that!

Lt. Ray lays down her spoon upon the small saucer which her

cup was placed.

LT. ADELAIDE

(CON’T)

Each of ya is connected to Jewish

heritage in one way or

another. Whether it be your

husbands or your granddaddies.

(glances at Donna)

Or like Donna here, you were

adopted into it. The point is,

y’all are Jewish, American, and

women.

PFC. MICHELLE

Excuse me, but what does being

Jewish have anything to do

with...well anything?

LT. ADELAIDE

Well, I need me some soldiers.

(beat)

They told me I could round up eight

and only eight.

(becomes agitated a bit)

Those crazy men (bastards) expect

me to round up eight nurses to help

with the war.

PFC. ANDREA

So, we’d be nurses, not soldiers?

PFC. SIMONE

If we’re only nurses, what does it

matter that we’re Jewish?

LT. ADELAIDE

(growing frustrated)

No, no. That’s just what they

thought I was gonna do. But I set

them straight. I told them that we

women have desire to be on the

battlefield just as much as the men

do. Of course they didn’t listen,

but I got in contact with the

French and they are more than happy

to accommodate our needs for

battle. And so, I call on you

ladies. You, who have personal

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 14.

LT. ADELAIDE (cont’d)grudges against the Nazi scum that

is terrorizing France and all of

Europe.

PFC. SADIE

(innocently)

What do you mean by battle?

LT. ADELAIDE

I mean, we will be shipped off to

France to fight Nazis. And I mean,

really fight them. We won’t be

teaching them manners or reporting

them to the men so that they can

take the glory and satisfaction of

winning this war.

(gets enthusiastic)

We will be getting our own hands

dirty by disguising ourselves

anyway we can. There ain’t nuthin’

sweeter than a woman and men are

too (goddamn) stupid to resist

their carnal desires. Thus we must

be willing to do ANYTHING to bring

these monsters down!

She takes a breather to calm down her roused blood lust.

LT. ADELAIDE

(CON’T)

We will be cruel to the German. We

will lure them in with our charm

and we will rip their manhood from

them.

Sgt. Donna can be seen smiling morbidly, while making a

snipping gesture with her fingers.

We can see each woman now: one after the other is inspired

to say in the least.

LT. ADELAIDE

I expect-nay, I DEMAND that each

and every one of you not only kill

but destroy 100 Nazis. And they

will fear us more than that

ridiculous guerrilla platoon they

call the Basterds. Yes, we’ve all

heard of them, and how they scalp

the Nazis they kill with Aldo the

Apache as their leader. That

Jewish-American team of me seems to

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 15.

LT. ADELAIDE (cont’d)

think they can win this war with

their so called cruelty.

(laughs mockingly)

They ain’t cruel! And they sure as

hell ain’t scary! We can be nasty

and horrible. We will show them

not to underestimate women.

PFC. SADIE

What do you mean exactly?

Camera sets itself on Donna, she is about to speak, and as

she does the camera watches each woman share looks of horror

to these words:

SGT. DONNA

What she means is, we gonn’ scare

them like babies and make ’em wish

they ain’t ne’er bin born. We

gonn’ rip them Nazis a new one!

The camera stops on Donna again as she finishes up with a

malicious smile.

CUT TO

INT. BERCHTESGADEN-DAY

HITLER

NEIN, NEIN, NEIN, NEIN, NEIN, NEIN,

NEIN! First, there’s this Bear Jew

beating my men with a baseball bat

and now this-this Black Mama?!

(flushed with anger)

These Americans are disgracing my

army! They send these-these

BASTERDS! And now, they mock us

with WOMEN?!

He violently shakes his head. Slamming his hand on the

table, he startles two generals forced to listen to this

tantrum.

HITLER

I hear of these women tricking my

men and killing them, and you tell

me that is not just soldier’s

gossip?! There are women running

around and beating my soldiers with

a-a frying pan?!

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 16.

The generals look to each other in apprehension. They are

honestly just waiting for Hitler to explode.

HITLER

Soldiers of the Third Reich, who

have been invincible up until now,

are all currently whining in fear

for their lives, because of this

Bear Jew, and they are so

frightened that they cannot ignore

the rumors of these murderous

women! Now they can no longer

laugh at this matter and I hear

them complaining of the horrors

others have seen at the hands of

these women! They say no one has

survived them!

GENERAL # 1

Mein Fuhrer, these are just

stories. If there were truly no

survivors, than how would anyone

know of the so called horrors?

HITLER

SO THEY ARE JUST STORIES?!

The generals jump again.

General #1 is a bit stunned, and slightly uncomfortably

frightened.

GENERAL # 1

Well...they aren’t stories. There

are women killing our men-

HITLER

ARE YOU LYING NOW? HAVE YOU BEEN

MISINFORMING ME THIS WHOLE TIME?!

Intercom buzzes and Hitler slams his hand on the

button. KLIEST tries to speak, but Hitler cuts him off.

HITLER

KLIEST! Get in here and dispose of

this lying General!

The general becomes pale and looks at the other generals for

help. They turn away, unwilling to take any heat.

KLIEST

Yes, Mein Fuhrer.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 17.

There is a brief silence, until Kliest enters and stares at

the generals. Upon laying his eyes on the correct general,

Hitler nods his head.

Kliest pulls out his gun, and shoots the general in the head

at point blank range. The other generals take quick glances

at one another, slightly terrified at Hitler’s rage.

HITLER

Kliest...you are promoted to

General.

KLIEST

(confused)

Danke Mein Fuhrer. But, I wanted

to inform you that Private Berg is

here.

HITLER

Who, or what is this Private Berg?

KLIEST

He is the Private who survived the

attack from the ones they call the

"Betches". You wanted to see him

personally.

HITLER

Oh, yes, danke shoen for reminding

me.

Hitler proceeds to follow Kliest out, when he stops to look

at the generals.

HITLER

You two!

(snaps fingers)

Clean that up.

(gestures at dead general)

FADE OUT

EXT. FRENCH WOODS-DAY

FADE UP

Camera ZOOMS OUT for us to see shaking legs.

VOICE

(O.S.)

DROP YOUR PANTS!

Pants are dropped as commanded.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 18.

VOICE

(O.S.)

ON YOUR KNEES!

BETCH POV

Nazis drop to their knees. We see a large knife enter into

screen.

Nurse Sadie is seen stopping the holder of the knife and

insists that they pray first. Knife holder sighs and

obliges, and takes the rosary that is handed to them.

They finish a prayer and Sadie nods to continue.

Camera switches to Adelaide, and we hear screams from all

around. It brings a smile to her face.

We suddenly hear the voice of PRIVATE BERG:

PVT. BERG

(V.O.)

Metzger and i were the only ones

still alive after these...gypsies,

or she-devils ambushed us.

(beat)

Well, we weren’t the only ones

alive technically, but we were the

only ones they weren’t preparing to

kill.

His voice shakes, only to pause and in order to collect

his thoughts.

PVT. BERG

(CON’T)

They were...they were castrating

the others, while they were still

alive. Some...they let bleed to

death.

Camera still on Adelaide, she sits down with her snuff box.

PVT. BERG

Then, their leader called the

sergeant over...

LT. ADELAIDE

Send that kraut sarge over here.

The German sergeant, SGT. METZGER, approaches. The frame is

slowed down briefly.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 19.

LT. ADELAIDE

I assume you know what a "sit down"

means. So, please...help yourself.

(motions to a spot on the

ground)

The Nazi sarge eyeballs her. He answers then in accented

ENGLISH:

SGT. METZGER

And what if I don’t?

Adelaide just glares at the sergeant, a regular stare

down. The Nazi takes the hint and sits his ass down.

LT. ADELAIDE

Now, ain’t that more comfortable?

Adelaide smiles with pleasantry, while Metzger eyes her with

restrained hostility.

LT. ADELAIDE

Now, now, let’s be civil here. I’m

Lt. Adelaide Ray, and you are?

Beat.

SGT. METZGER

Sergeant Heinrich Metzger.

LT. ADELAIDE

Well now, Heinrich, that wasn’t so

hard, was it? And I see you speak

some English, that’s very good.

(beat)

Though do you speak English good,

Heinrich? ’Cause we have a few

ladies here who speak German damn

well. There’s the lovely Miss

Weiss over there.

Adelaide points out Wilhelmina, who we see standing on a

rock. She smiles demurely, and nods her head in

acknowledgment.

LT. ADELAIDE

Austrian Jew, high-tailed it out of

Munich, while the gettin’ was

good. Now she’s come back to give

all y’all a what for.

(beat)

And then there’s Miss Germany

herself, Sgt. Huela Schweiger. I’m

sure you know her real well.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 20.

SGT. METZGER

(venomously)

Every German knows of Huela

Schweiger.

Camera moves to Huela, who is casually standing, surveying

over all. She grins and the FRAME FREEZES.

Her NAME APPEARS on the screen, with her own theme playing,

the NARRATOR gives a quick background check of Huela.

FRAME CONTINUES.

SGT. METZGER

(snidely)

And I speak English very well,

lieutenant.

LT. ADELAIDE

(eyes him in response to his

tone)

Good. Now, let’s get down to

business.

Adelaide pulls out a map, and spreads it out across the

ground.

LT. ADELAIDE

(CON’T)

I am aware of a nice little troop

of your Nazi buddies are hidin’ out

somewhere near here. All I need

now you to do is point out on this

here map where they are, and tell

me what they’re packin’.

A beat.

SGT. METZGER

I’m afraid that I must respectfully

decline your request.

Adelaide stares daggers at the sergeant.

LT. ADELAIDE

You’re just gonn’ be difficult, now

ain’t cha? Imma ask ya one mor’

time, and may I add that yer answer

this time will cost ya yer

life. Now take that dough-schlong

lickin’ fanger and point out what I

need to know, or so help me

Jesus...

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 21.

The Sarge and Lieutenant then glare at one another. Some

sort of mental battle pursuing between them.

SGT. METZGER

Your threats mean nothing to

me. You’re just a woman like any

other.

Adelaide stares long and hard then at him. She suddenly

laughs.

LT. ADELAIDE

You know what? That there

statement ya just made sets me in

giggles. You see, I was kinda

hoping you’d keep that stubbornness

up. Now you get to deal with the

Black Mama. I know y’all Nazis

know who she is. And she is one

angry woman, and the fact that

y’all don’t treat Negroes fair

don’t sit too well with her.

(beat)

I’m almost sorry to say that ya

ain’t gonn’ survive

her. Well...almost.

We hear laughter from the other Betches then.

LT. ADELAIDE

Hey Donna!

SGT. DONNA

Yea?

LT. ADELAIDE

There’s a German soldier out here

who wants to die for his

country! Why don’t ya come on out

here and make all our days by

granting him his final wish.

Adelaide grins widely and sits back to enjoy the show.

The camera switches to a dark tunnel on Adelaide’s

right. We hear something scraping against its walls, the

sound echoing.

Suspense grows as the camera switches between the faces of

Adelaide, Metzger, and that damn tunnel mouth. It stops

then on Metzger, then the mouth of the tunnel once more. And

after a few seconds the scraping sound ceases as Donna Dann

emerges with her skillet loosely by her side.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 22.

Que her theme and another FREEZE FRAME. Her NAME is

plastered on the screen and the NARRATOR’S voice is heard

giving her back story.

SCENE RESUMES. She slowly walks over to Metzger,

stone-faced.

SGT. DONNA

Well, ain’t you special? You get

to play a leadin’ role today. Do

you know what role that is?

SGT. METZGER

(beat)

No...

SGT. DONNA

You get the honor of playing my

bitch!

Donna grins sadistically. Rearing back her skillet hand,

she smashes her skillet straight into the Sarge’s head. She

continues to beat him to death, while doing so, she screams

profanities and such other things.

The camera begins to ZOOM OUT to view the other Betches as

they watch, laughing and cheering Donna on.

When Metzger is good and dead, Donna points at one of the

other two remaining Nazis still alive.

SGT. DONNA

YOU!

The addressed Nazi gets up as though to run for his life,

only to get shot by one of the Betches. All of them laugh

in response all the same.

LT. ADELAIDE

(sighs)

Jesus Christ on a bloody stick,

Geraldine!

Sadie is seen gasping and crossing herself at the Lord’s

name being taken in vain.

LT. ADELAIDE

Sorry Sadie, I ain’t accustomed to

taking the Lord’s name in vain, but

GODDAMMIT!

(turns to Geraldine)

Do me a favor and send that other

one over here...ALIVE!

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 23.

Geraldine kicks the last living Nazi, Pvt. Berg, up and

leads him over.

Donna gets a hold of him then by the collar of his shirt.

SGT. DONNA

You get to step into my kitchen

wench! Now make me a cottonpickin’

sammich!

At that, the Betches laugh.

LT. ADELAIDE

(smiles)

English?

PVT. BERG

(shakes his head)

Nein.

Berg is scared shitless, and it’s clear as day.

LT. ADELAIDE

Willie!

Camera switches to Wilhelmina. FRAME FREEZES, her NAME is

screen upon the screen. The NARRATOR is heard giving her

quick background.

RESUMING SCENE, Weiss walks on over.

LT. ADELAIDE

Point out on this map where your

Jackboot pals are, and tell me how

many of ’em there are.

Weiss translates and quick as a jackrabbit, the private’s

hand shoots straight to the map the location.

PVT. BERG

There are about 15 of them here.

CPL. WILHELMINA

He says there are around 15

soldiers there.

LT. ADELAIDE

And what kind of artillery?

Willie translates once more.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 24.

PVT. BERG

They have a machine gun pointed

east.

CPL. WILHELMINA

The Nazis have a machine gun

pointing east.

CUT TO

INT. BERCTESGADEN-DAY

Hitler and Private Berg are seen sitting opposite one

another.

HITLER

How did you survive this-this

catastrophe?

PVT. BERG

They let me go.

HITLER

But why?

PVT. BERG

They told me that I was to live in

order to spread the word that I am

officially their Betch, as is the

rest of the Third Reich.

HITLER

WHAT?!

PVT. BERG

They consider the entire Nazi party

a congregation of their

Betches...and this, they say, is

proof.

Berg removes his cap to reveal a B-shaped scar branded into

his forehead.

CUT TO

EXT. FRENCH WOODS-DAY

We look up into the faces of Adelaide and Donna. Both have

huge grins on their faces. Adelaide is holding a hot fire

poker.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 25.

SGT. DONNA

You’re gettin’ pretty handy with

that there poker.

LT. ADELAIDE

Ya see Donna, now that’s how we in

Tennessee get things done.

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. PARISIAN ALLEY-NIGHT

FADE UP

CHAPTER TITLE appears:

CHAPTER THREE

"A STAG NIGHT IN PARIS"

FADE UP

Your usual dark and shady alley in Paris, France.

A SUBTITLE APPEARS:

JULY 1944

PARIS

SUBTITLE DISAPPEARS.

Now this alley is empty save the French Negro leaning

against one of its walls. He is waiting expectantly for

someone it seems.

As each and every person and couple to pass the mouth of the

alley turns out to be the someone, or someones he is not

waiting for- he grows restless.

He turns his back to walk some way down the alley.

UNKNOWN’S POV

Following up behind this young man, they silently make their

approach towards him.

A hand can be seen reaching out to grab his shoulder.

Young man suddenly swings around, taken off guard. But by

the look of him clutching something in his coat pocket, he

clearly was really to defend himself if need be.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 26.

His face calms a bit, and his hand goes down back his side.

SGT. DONNA

(O.S.)

Bone-swah, Marcel.

Donna, Sadie, and Geraldine stand before him. Each one

smiling at his jumpiness.

INT. TAVERN-CONTINUOUS

The tavern is lightly dimmed, buzzing with customers-

French, German, and American alike. The latter more

inconspicuous of course.

A record plays, mingling into the chatter of bar patrons.

The camera MANEUVERS about the tavern. It finally STOPS and

ZOOMS IN upon the Betches and Marcel.

They sit catty cornered at a table. Their table is out of

the way from the rest of the company there.

Each one is seen listening intently to Marcel. His words,

though, cannot be heard by the audience over the sound of

music and louder conversation about.

CUT TO

INT. "BROTHEL"-NIGHT

FADE UP

CU

A glass of wine. ZOOMING OUT SLOWLY, we see Wilhelmina

delicately holding said glass. She stares out a window in a

stone basement.

FADE OUT

FADE UP

A pair of creamy legs. Camera follows up them from shins to

the thighs then the body, and finally we see Sadie’s

face. ZOOMING OUT to see she is lounging across a couch not

too far from where Wilhelmina stands.

FADE OUT

FADE UP

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 27.

We see Huela. She sits casually on a lounge chair. Her

legs crossed lazily and her skirt purposefully exposes her

legs.

Camera ZOOMS OUT to get the grander picture. Couches are

scattered around the room. There is the essence of sex

about the air.

FADE OUT

FADE UP

Stairs and the sound of laughter are heard upon them as

Geraldine walks down, followed by two very eager Germans.

She reaches the bottom of stairs and says in FRENCH

SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH:

PFC. GERALDINE

Here we are boys!

GERMAN SOLDIERS’ POV

We see Geraldine from the waist up. She is smiling and

gestures to the basement as if it is some sort of grand

ballroom. Camera shifts and surveys the room and its pretty

contents.

We switch to the excited smiling faces of the Nazis. The

camera moves in between the two German’s heads, looking at

the scene.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. BASEMENT-EARLIER

Screen is black.

LT. ADELAIDE

(V.O.)

Marcel said tha’ premier is at his

lady’s theater, am I correct?

FADE UP

Adelaide appears, as the more prominent figure in this

scene. She stands at a table, the other Betches scattered

around a stone basement. This was the "brothel" before.

Betches that were seen from previous, but not in this scene

and on, are dead. All presently living have their eyes

turned toward her.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 28.

PFC. SADIE

Tha’s whot he said. Thare was

sumethin’ ’bout his galfriend, but

tha’s nah important.

PFC. GERALDINE

But that’s all he knows at the

moment. He also said there were a

few Nazis he recommended to our

"services." They wanted to wind

down apparently.

She says this, while giving the "you know what I mean" look.

PFC. SADIE

He thinks there’s a chance they

might know a wee bit more.

LT. ADELAIDE

Well then, we all know what this

calls for.

All the Betches grin and chuckle slightly.

LT. ADELAIDE

Sadie, since you know yerself some

Franch, you gonn’ have to go to the

front lines here. You ready fer

tha’?

PFC. SADIE

Don’t warry ’bout me, I’m ready fer

anythin’.

She smiles then, and the face of an innocent Irish American

transform to a more sinister being. FRAME FREEZES and her

NAME is across the screen. We hear the ever faithful voice

of the NARRATOR give her brief story.

The scene RESUMES.

PFC. SADIE

Me only qualms are ’bout the

sellin’ o’ me own body, but it

won’t do tha’ far right?

LT. ADELAIDE

(grinning)

Naw, I should think not. If

they’re hard to crack, just

kill’em.

Adelaide turns to Geraldine.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 29.

LT. ADELAIDE

You speak yerself some Franch,

too. Ya best suit up then. And

Wilhelmina and Huela, y’all gonn’

go as German prostitutes.

Huela smiles rather stoically, and Willie nods in assent.

PFC. GERALDINE

I love these kinds of missions!

Scene fades out with Geraldine smiling.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. "BROTHEL"-CONTINUOUS

LT. ADELAIDE

(V.O.)

Now y’all should kn ow the gist of

yer assignment. Yeh’ve done it

enough times now. First ya

booze’em up.

FADE UP

The basement has returned to its brothel appearance. The

Germans are laughing with their respective girls. Their

jacket’s lie on the floor and their clothes look

half-opened. Numerous glasses of wine and beer are strewn

everywhere. The Betches ham it up to encourage the men to

loosen up.

CUT TO

LT. ADELAIDE

(V.O.)

You get’em to talk, anyway ya can.

Huela flirts and teases one of the Nazis, while Geraldine

nonchalantly slides off his boots. They question him with

seductive voices, prompting him to let loose the information

they need.

CPL. WILHELMINA

(V.O.)

And if they prove to be harder to

seduce?

CUT TO

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 30.

We see the other German seemingly catching on to what may be

really going on. He starts to push Sadie and Willie away in

his suspicion.

The first Nazi sees his companion’s struggles and panic

begins to infect him as well. The Betches start to prepare

for the worst then.

SGT. HUELA

(V.O.)

We eliminate them.

The two Germans continue their struggling. The girls

visibly make their decisions, glancing to each other the

acceptance of a failed mission.

CUT TO

On Huela’s upper thigh, we see a her holding a blade.

Geraldine restrains their German, as Huela straddles him,

covering his mouth. Taking her blade, she stabs him

numerous times over.

ZOOMING ONTO his face, the look of fear is in his eyes.

CUT TO

The other Betches have manged to gag theirs. Suddenly he

breaks free from them and tries to escape. Sadie trips him

and both she and Willie grab his leg and drag him back.

Sadie sits on him to keep him in place, while Willie holds

his ankles. Sadie follows Huela’s lead and stabs the German

repeatedly. We hear his painful groans.

After all is said and done, Huela stands, cleaning his

blade.

SGT. HUELA

Well, that was productive.

CPL. WILHELMINA

We didn’t get anything.

On that note, six Nazis barrel down the stairs, guns

blazing. The Betches have barely enough time to reach for

their guns when a shoot out ensues.

CUT TO

Bullets fly, and nothing can be seen of who is actually

killing who. Yet the first of the Betches to die is

Geraldine, who takes out a damn Nazi with her.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 31.

Willie kills one Nazi, but running out of bullets, she

resorts to pistol whipping at the next to come at

her. However, he gets several slugs into her. She, though,

counters back by dragging her blade into his chest as she

falls to her demise.

Huela takes down one Nazi, but is shot a few times in the

process. Discarding her gun, she takes her dagger and

charges at a Nazi. He shoots at her, yet she keeps on

coming. Finally reaching him, she sinks her blade into his

neck as he shoots her in the gut continuously.

Sadie blows down one Nazi to the ground just as another

shoots her hand. Ignoring the pain, she slams her gun into

his head. He crashes into the wall, and falls to the ground

leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Then Sadie collapses to the ground, clutching a gun wound in

the leg in addition to her hand injury.

FADE OUT

INT. "BROTHEL"-CONTINUOUS

The camera zooms into the face of the first Nazi to die,

then to the second.

We see Omara standing by Geraldine’s body, and then a swift

to the bodies of the ones she killed.

Then we see the bodies of those who fell at the hand of

Willie, and a swift to her body.

Adelaide is seen squatting by Huela, her distress over the

losses is obvious. The two Nazis killed by Huela lie not to

far away and are met with a glare.

At last, we finally lay eye upon the Nazis killed by Sadie.

We watch as Donna’s feet walk over to Sadie’s body.

Just then, life sparks up within Sadie as she tries to

breath. Donna quickly squats down beside her.

SGT. DONNA

Adelaide! We got us a breather!

Omara and Adelaide rush the hell over.

LT. ADELAIDE

Well, I’ll be damned!

THEIR POV

32.

We see the upper half of Sadie’s body. In her hand, she

holds her rosary. The camera zooms in on it, as the screen

FADES TO BLACK.

INT. BUTCHER SHOP-NIGHT

FADE UP

A brightly lit backroom of some sort of butcher shop.

Suddenly Marcel enters the frame as he is slammed into a

wall by Adelaide.

She holds a large knife to his neck, while Donna and Omara

stand on either side of their fearless leader.

Donna has her skillet in hand, looking intimidating as

possible. Omara makes sure the presence of the fire poker

in her hand is know. Each one of the women is angrier than

the next.

Marcel, on the other hand, looks utterly petrified.

LT. ADELAIDE

SPEAK!

MARCEL

I-I don’t understand!

PFC. OMARA

What do you mean "you don’t"

understand"?!

MARCEL

Why so violent?

SGT. DONNA

Who’d yah tell, rat?!

MARCEL

What?!

LT. ADELAIDE

Cut the horseshit(crap)! I got me

three dead ladies and one

injured-SEVERELY! Now, the only

one who knew about our little

rendezvous ’sides us was you. So

ya best start talkin’ and gimme a

reason to not kill you right here

and now!

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 33.

Marcel is beyond frightened, but down right fearful for his

life. And as he speaks to explain, it’s quickly in half

French and half broken English.

Not one of the Betches understands a word of what he is

gibbering. They just stare dumbfounded, trying to decipher

his incoherency.

PFC. OMARA

(looks to Donna)

What did he say?

Donna shrugs, she’s just as discombobulated.

Marcel continues to ramble his nonsense words in fear.

Donna then gets right up in his face.

SGT. DONNA

WE-CAN’T-UNDERSTAND-YOU!

Omara does likewise as Donna.

PFC. OMARA

SPECKEN ZE ENGLISH!

LT. ADELAIDE

Oh Jesus Christ! The only one of

us who speaks Franch is

dead-BECAUSE OF YOU!

Adelaide leans in closer than the other two, who switch

around to backing her up in the intimidation department.

Marcel simply stares, pitifully no less. He takes a breath

then and attempts again to speak, but it’s the same damn

result.

Donna suddenly slams her weapon down on a nearby table,

sighing loudly and violently.

SGT. DONNA

Ya have gotta be kiddin’

me! Anyone speak

gibberish? ’Cause that’s what that

is! It ain’t no Franch.

Light bulb just then goes on over Omara’s head.

PFC. OMARA

Wait! I think I sort of got what

he said that time!

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 34.

She moves in closer, listening carefully. Adelaide joins

in, putting her face closer to Omara’s as if she can hear

through Omara’s other ear. Donna follows suit.

Marcel is now a little more confused than terrified. His

shows clearly he’s thinking "WTF, what are they

doing?" Nevertheless he starts over trying to explain

himself.

The scene is nothing short but comical enough to belong in a

cartoon.

LT. ADELAIDE

(beat)

What’s he sayin’?

All listen as Marcel continues his moon speak, which Omara

seems to understand quite well.

PFC. OMARA

He says that he told no one, least

of all the Nazis. Why would he

anyhow, they don’t like Negroes.

SGT. DONNA

(huffs)

I coulda told ya tha’.

LT. ADELAIDE

Shh! Go on Omara.

PFC. OMARA

Also, he had no idea someone knew

and he...oh, he says he’s sorry for

our losses.

She continues to listen, moving closer as though it may help

her. As she moves forward, as do the others, like their

heads appear to be attached.

PFC. OMARA

Um...there’s a German premier?

Marcel nods.

PFC. OMARA

At the theater he works at with his

girlfriend...and she’s a Jew? She

narrowly escaped from...the Jew

Hunter?!

Marcel nods once again to the incredulous look from Omara.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 35.

PFC. OMARA

Now some famous German war hero is

smitten...with her. The movie

is...about him? His military

conquests were so great that

Goebbels made a movie

called...Nation’s Pride? So that’s

how the premier is at the theater.

Adelaide jumps back in annoyance, pushing Donna back and

startling all of them.

LT. ADELAIDE

WE ALREADY KNOW THAT! YOU TOLD US

EARLIER!

PFC. OMARA

WAIT! There’s more!

With that, Adelaide and Donna resume their previous

positions, intently attentive once more.

PFC. OMARA

He says there’s been a new

development...

Omara stops then and turns to her co-Betches. The two back

up and look at her expectantly. She, though, is frozen with

shock.

SGT. DONNA

(eyes wide)

What is it?!

LT. ADELAIDE

What’d he say?

PFC. OMARA

(beat)

He said that most of the

High-Command will be

present...including Hitler.

Silence. Shocked faces stare other equally shocked faces.

LT. ADELAIDE

Ya-ya ain’t serious...

She looks to Marcel, and he nods.

Excitement spreads rapidly over her face. She suddenly

jumps into the air, clicking her heels.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 36.

LT. ADELAIDE

SWEET POTATO PIE AND CORN BREAD! We

gonn’ kill hundreds of Nazis-AND

Hitler at this shindig!

She stands straight, looking proud as can be.

LT. ADELAIDE

(CON’T)

Ladies, we gonn’ kill Hitler. We

gonn’ torture him, and rip his

manhood from him. Ya know why?

(beat)

’Cause he ain’t no man! He’s a

monster! We gonn’ take what ain’t

rightly his! I don’t care if we

die tryin’! But we better go out

with some kinda bang! I WANT HIM

AND HIS MANHOOD ON A SILVER

PLATTER! YA HEAR?!

Omara and Donna stand up straight, sharing smiles.

PFC. OMARA

That can be arranged.

SGT. DONNA

We’ll do ya one better and shove

his so-called manhood down his

throat!

LT. ADELAIDE

Well then ladies, let’s get Sadie,

’cause we got ourselves a movie to

catch.

All smile, even Marcel. The scene FADES OUT on Adelaide’s

grinning face.

INT. VICHY-BASED S.S. OFFICE-DAY

FADE UP

CHAPTER TITLE appears:

CHAPTER FOUR

"OPERATION KINO...PART DEUX"

FADE UP

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 37.

Lt. colonel Hannelore Landon seats at her secretarial

desk. She is writing on a paper pad. Getting up then, she

walks toward the office of Col. Hans Landa.

She knocks on the door, and waits about two seconds for an

answer. Receiving none, she proceeds in anyhow.

The office is empty, and a tab bit messy. It appears the

Jew Hunter was in a hurry. Scoffing at the mess,

she continues to his desk with the sheet of paper.

About to just leave the paper there on the disheveled desk,

something catches her eye.

Delicately picking up a bit of paper, the camera focuses in

on her scanning it. Her eyes begin to widen. She lowers the

page then to reveal a mischievous smile that has spread

across her face.

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. PARISIAN ALLEY-DAY

It appears to be the same alley as before. But this time we

see Hannelore, and it is she walking towards a young man who

is clearly Marcel. Though she appears to be stalking more.

LTC. HANNELORE

Misseur!

Marcel turns, looking perplexed. He stops, nevertheless,

waiting for her to catch up to him.

LTC. HANNELORE

(smiling kindly)

Bonjour! May I ask, do you speak

English by any chance?

MARCEL

(hesitant)

Oui.

Landon switches to ENGLISH:

LTC. HANNELORE

I may have something you may care

wish to hear.

Her mischievous smiles returns as the camera ZOOMS IN on her

face.

CUT TO

38.

INT. BETCHES’ HIDEOUT-NIGHT

The remaining Betches, Sadie, Donna, and Omara, and their

leader Adelaide prepare for what may be the final showdown.

Adelaide and Sadie are dressed to the nines. Sadie wears

white gloves to hide her hand wound. Donna and Omara sport

the uniforms of chauffeurs.

Adelaide straps a knife to her upper leg as she speaks:

LT. ADELAIDE

Everyone knows their part, right?

Each one nods and finishes up concealing away their weapons

on their respective persons.

PFC. SADIE

Lieutenant?

After stowing a gun into her purse, Adelaide looks up toward

her.

PFC. SADIE

I feel tha’ this bein’ the possible

last moments we may have breathing,

may I request we join hands for a

final prayer?

Donna and Omara look to one another with faces that seem to

suggest they condone the prayer circle for once. Better

late then never, right?

LT. ADELAIDE

Request granted.

They gather together in a circle. All hesitate to follow

Sadie in closing their eyes, but sure enough they follow

suit.

PFC. SADIE

Lord God, Yahweh, Almighty Father

o’ All, give us the strength ta

wage final battle with the agents

o’ a mass-murderin’, Jew-hatin’

madman. The personification of

Satan on this earth, who must be

cast once again back down to the

lowest levels of hell.

(grows violent)

May he cower at the edge o’ our

knives and scream like the

miserable wretch he is as we tear

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 39.

PFC. SADIE (cont’d)

his manhood from him. May all

remember us then and how we brought

upon the suffering to his list

breath. And should we fail, Oh

Lord, may others live by our bloody

example and dare to attempt to

finish where we left off...Amen.

Stunned silence.

BETCHES

Amen.

CUT TO

INT. RESTAURANT BACKROOM-CONTINUOUS

BLACK.

The sounds of a dial reel can be heard spinning as the

numbers are whirled in.

Then the voice of LTC. Landon is heard in GERMAN SUBTITLED

IN ENGLISH:

LTC. HANNELORE

The two women who’ve just entered.

CUT TO

An open entryway reveals the numerous tables and chairs of a

rustic restaurant. There is UPROARIOUS SHOUTING and SOUNDS

OF STRUGGLE.

LT. ADELAIDE

(O.S.)

GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF OF ME!

Suddenly two hooded and hands tied Betches, obviously

Adelaide, and the other Sadie, are manhandled in by two

NAZIS.

MOVING BACK, two chairs are seen before a table as the

Germans place the Betches down into them.

The bags are tugged off their heads.

BETCHES’ POV

LTC. Hannelore Landon sits before them in a black dress with

a veiled pill box hat. She smiles genially at them, yet

there is smugness about it.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 40.

LTC. HANNELORE

Lt. Adelaide Ray I presume?

LT. ADELAIDE

Hannelore Landon?

LTC. HANNELORE

You’ve had a nice, long run,

Adelaide. But now the time has

come for its fateful end.

CUT TO

EXT. BACK ALLEY-CONTINUOUS

Donna and Omara are resting back against a brick wall. They

are for lack of a better word, jittery as hell.

Their nonchalance ruined by the building filled with the

master race next to them has left them more than on

guard. It has left them more paranoid than they are.

Suddenly they heard the sounds of movement and voices around

the corner.

Donna leads the way to investigate with Omara fast behind.

BETCHES’ POV

Two NAZIS step out of the shadows, armed, and are followed

by additional two. Between these two...is Hitler.

Back to Donna and Omara, their faces clearly express, "Where

the hell does he think he’s going?"

CUT TO

INT. RESTAURANT BACKROOM-CONTINUOUS

Adelaide and Sadie gape with mouths open in shock.

LTC. HANNELORE

Do you need me to reiterate what I

have told you, or does the feline

still possess your tongue?

Surely, a wave of confusion comes over them at that failed

euphemism. Nevertheless though, Adelaide regains her

composure to speak:

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 41.

LT. ADELAIDE

Nah, nah, I-I think I hear what ya

said, but I don’t believe ya is the

problem.

LTC. HANNELORE

Hitler’s political decoy dying in

his place aspect, or the fact that

I so masterfully orchestrated the

switch by having Hitler fear for

his pathetic life?

LT. ADELAIDE

Neither, just that the Nazis be as

gullible as I thought they were.

CUT TO

INT. HITLER’S SAFE HOUSE-CONTINUOUS

Hitler sits at the head of a grand dining table. He relaxes

eating a readily prepared meal.

MOVING AROUND to the WINDOW BEHIND him, Donna and Omara can

be seen peering through.

They look to one another in utter disbelief, before

muttering praises to the sky.

CUT TO

INT. RESTAURANT BACKROOM-CONTINUOUS

Hannelore pulls out the cork of a bottle of Chianti . Three

glasses have already been brought and wait patiently to be

spilled.

LTC. HANNELORE

To recap what has been done to lead

us to this moment...

(pours drinks)

I found my feigned loyalty to the

Nazis to have been completely

unnecessary and tiresome.

LT. ADELAIDE

Ya think?

CUT TO

42.

EXT. PARISIAN ALLEY-NIGHT

So begins the flashbacks.

Hannelore is seen talking with Marcel as the present

Hannelore continues to speak:

LTC. HANNELORE

(V.O.)

Oh yes, that realization is what

lead me to your little friend

Marcel and his Resistance mon

ami’s, who then went to you with

the information concerning

Operation Kino.

CUT TO

INT. VICHY-BASED S.S. OFFICE-DAY

Hannelore is seen reading the TELEGRAPH left by the Jew

Hunter concerning the needed security of Hitler’s

attendance.

It is originally in GERMAN, and then it FADES into ENGLISH.

LTC. HANNELORE

(CON’T)

Then your attempts to invade the

Nation’s Pride premier thus lead

into the vicious circle called life

in which Hitler will have to say

adieu to his no-no-squares.

CUT TO

Hannelore sits at her desk forging the handwriting of

Landa. She is ending with a flourish of his fake signature.

PFC. SADIE

Clearly then, you’re clinically

insane for putting this off.

CUT TO

43.

INT. RESTAURANT BACKROOM-CONTINUOUS

LT. ADELAIDE

Well, I like it.

LTC. HANNELORE

And that is how the special

privileges of being the secretarial

aid to the infamous Col. Hans Landa

can be so beneficial ladies.

Betches just stare at her like "WTF?"

LTC. HANNELORE

(CON’T)

But to add to my many benefits, I

truly believe amnesty for my

actions is in order.

CUT TO

INT. HITLER’S SAFE HOUSE-CONTINUOUS

Two SOLDIERS stand guard outside the dining room.

A noise is heard O.S. and sends one guard to walk off and

check it out.

Suddenly there is a low grunt...this brings the other guard

to search after his fellow Nazi.

We hear then yet another low grunt.

CUT TO

The two soldiers lay dead on the floor at the feet of Donna

and Omara. They grin at one another...

CUT TO

The two Betches stand before the dining room doors and look

to one another like this is it.

Camera ZOOMS into the dining room where Hitler sits unaware.

CUT TO

44.

INT. RESTAURANT BACKROOM-CONTINUOUS

Adelaide and Sadie are freed from their bonds and are

sipping wine.

Hannelore is off in the background, chattering way into the

microphone of a two-way radio, one headphone pressed up to

her ear.

LTC. HANNELORE

So it will be recorded that I was

part of Operation Kino from the

very beginning, as a double agent,

and that all its members are to

receive the Congressional Medal of

Honor. Full citizenship for

myself, but that goes without

saying. And a Fifth Avenue

apartment in New York City as my

well-deserved reward for helping

save the world from tyranny. Do

you have all that, sir?

(pause)

I look forward to meeting you as

well, sir.

(pause)

Oh, she’s right here.

Hannelore ends the long-winded conversation and hands the

headphones and microphone to Adelaide.

LTC. HANNELORE

Ladies, I do believe we are in

business.

The two Betches share the same thought, "Riiiigght..."

LT. ADELAIDE

Yes, sir?

CUT TO

INT. HITLER’S SAFE HOUSE-CONTINUOUS

Hitler’s sits at the table, finishing off his meal.

Emerging from the shadows behind him are Donna and Omara.

They creep up upon him like a pair of lionesses. When they

are near enough, Donna lifts a large knife slowly up into

the air.

CUT TO

45.

EXT. WOODS-MORNING

A military jeep rumbles down a dirt road in the woods.

CUT TO

Adelaide and Sadie are walking side by side to the end of

enemy lines. Hannelore is in back with her ma-servant

HERMAN.

PFC. SADIE

What’d he say, the general?

LT. ADELAIDE

On crossin’ enemy lines, Hannelore

and her dog are to surrender

willingly to us as

prisoners. She’s to stay alive...

(pause)

But how’s we suppose to trust her

is the real million dollar

question.

Hannelore overhears their conversation:

LTC. HANNELORE

Trust me, girls, I am most certain

Hitler is sufficiently dead at this

point. And at the hands of your

two cohorts no less-who sadly will

not be making it back to live to

tell the tale.

CUT TO

INT. HITLER’S SAFE HOUSE-CONTINUOUS

The camera SLOWLY GOES UP from the bottom of the dining

table to the tippy top. On it’s table cloth we gaze upon

the decapitated head of Adolf Hitler, completed with apple

stuffed in mouth on a platter.

Resting their feet on his table, and sampling his foods are

Omara and Donna.

SGT. DONNA

Pass me tha’ apple over there?

Omara obliges.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 46.

PFC. OMARA

Hey Sarge, think we did good?

SGT. DONNA

(grins)

Yep, we’ve done damn good.

Camera WHIPS AROUND as violent banging upon the door

commences.

SGT. DONNA

(sighs)

Well, sounds like the hell hounds

are a-comin’.

Door bursts open, with NAZIS tumbling into the room.

There are about eight or so more and each one is dumbfounded

after the next, looking at one another.

NAZIS’ POV

They look at Hitler’s head, then at the two Betches

responsible.

PFC. OMARA

(props her gun)

Hades, here we come.

SMASH CUT

BLACK.

Gun shots and shouts are the last we hear.

CUT TO

EXT. WOODS-MORNING

We transition back to COLOR.

Hannelore steps up to Adelaide, her gun in hand.

LTC. HANNELORE

Well, I officially surrender myself

over to Lieutenant Ray.

She hands Adelaide her gun.

LT. ADELAIDE

(inspects gun)

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 47.

LT. ADELAIDE (cont’d)Thank ya very much, Lt.

Colonel. Sadie, cuff the good Lt.

Colonel’s hands behind her back.

LTC. HANNELORE

Is that really necessary?

Sadie proceeds to cuff Hannelore as Adelaide replies:

LT. ADELAIDE

Imma slave to appearances.

Truly fascinated by the gun, she suddenly shoots Herman in

the shoulder.

He falls flat on his back, howling.

Hannelore jumps back appalled.

LTC. HANNELORE

Are you mad?! I asked your general

to spare that man’s life!

Adelaide doesn’t pay much attention to Hannelore.

LT. ADELAIDE

That ain’t gonn’ keep him down for

long.

(shoots Herman in the gut)

Thare we go. Sadie, go castrate

that boy now, will ya?

Sadie eagerly does as she is ordered as Hannelore stares

flabbergasted at Adelaide.

LT. ADELAIDE

Oh yea, they don’t give a shit

about him. It’s you they want.

Hannelore is speechless, so she continues to merely stare.

Adelaide then walks up to her, and points the gun right at

her.

LT. ADELAIDE

Even though you ain’t really

treated as a Nazi by the Nazis, to

us you kinda are...to me

especially, you are. Now it don’t

sit right wit’ me for you to go to

my country, livin’ it up in one of

my cities, buyin’ shit, eatin’ my

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 48.

LT. ADELAIDE (cont’d)food, made by people, in my

god-fearin’ country!

(pause)

And for you to request amnesty from

my people without any

confrontation...well, that just

ain’t right. Now Imma gonn’ give

you a remainder for you to live

wit’ and for the whole world to see

tha’ you are Nazi scrum, and thus

you-are-my-BITCH!

Beat.

PFC. SADIE

Um, Lieutenant, we ain’t got the

poker, let alone a fire burning.

Hannelore grows hopeful then.

Beat.

PFC. SADIE

So here, use this.

Sadie hands over the bloody knife just used to castrate

Herman to Adelaide.

CUT TO

Hannelore is screaming hysterically and clawing the ground.

Adelaide is crouched over her, craving the infamous "B" into

Hannelore’s forehead. Sadie is beside her lieutenant,

watching giddily.

LT. ADELAIDE

Ya know sumthin’ Sadie, I think

this just might be the perfect end

to a beginning.

The two chuckle ghoulishly.

CUT TO

BLACK

THE END