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     protect the poor, unfortunate victims of warfare who can not protect themselves? Or is your number-one duty in this time of
     bloodshed to protect those very beautiful women who constitute your family?
    The Colonel lets the last statement stand.
COL. LANDA
    That was a question, Monsieur LaPadite. In this time of war, what do you consider your number-one duty?
PERRIER
    To protect my family.
COL. LANDA
    Now, my job dictates that I must have my men enter your home and conduct a thorough search before I can officially cross your family’s name off my list.
COL. LANDA
    (CON’T)
    And if there are any irregularities to be found, rest assured, they will be.
    That is, unless you have something to tell me that will make the conducting of a search unnecessary.
    (pause)
    I might add also that any information that makes the performing of my duty easier will not be met with punishment. Actually
     quite the contrary, it will be met with reward.
    And that reward will be your family will cease to be harassed in any way by the German military during the rest of our occupation
     of your country.
    The farmer, pipe in mouth, stares across the table at his German opponent.
COL. LANDA
    You are sheltering enemies of the state, are you not?
PERRIER
    Yes.
COL. LANDA
    You’re sheltering them underneath your floorboards, aren’t you?
PERRIER
    Yes.
COL. LANDA
    Point out to me the areas where they’re hiding.
    The farmer points out the areas on the floor where the Dreyfuses are underneath.
COL. LANDA
    Since I haven’t heard any disturbance, I assume that while they’re listening, they don’t speak English?
PERRIER
    Yes.
COL. LANDA
    I’m going to switch back to French now, and I want you to follow my masquerade—is that clear?
PERRIER
    Yes.
    Col. Landa stands up from the table and, switching to FRENCH, says, SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH:
COL. LANDA
    Monsieur LaPadite, I thank you for your milk and your hospitality. I do believe our business here is done.
    The Nazi officer opens the front door and silently motions for his men to approach the house.
COL. LANDA
    Madame LaPadite, I thank you for your time. We shan’t be bothering your family any longer.
    The soldiers enter the doorway. Col. Landa silently points out the area of the floor the Jews are hiding under.
COL. LANDA
    So, Monsieur and Madame LaPadite, I bid you adieu.
    He motions to the soldiers with his index finger.
    They TEAR UP the wooden floor with MACHINE-GUN FIRE.
    The little farmhouse is filled with SMOKE, DUST, SPLINTERS, SCREAMS, BULLET CASINGS, and even a little BLOOD.
    With a hand motion from the colonel, the soldiers cut off their gunfire. The colonel keeps his finger in the air to indicate
     silence.
    UNDERNEATH THE FLOORBOARDS
    The entire Dreyfus family lies dead. Except for sixteen-year-old SHOSANNA, who miraculously escaped being struck by the Nazis’
     bullets. With her dead family surrounding her, the young girl goes for freedom (represented by a wire-mesh vent).
    COL. LANDA
    hears a movement underneath the floor, looks down, and sees a SHAPE moving forward between the planks in the floor.
COL. LANDA
    It’s the girl. Nobody move!
    VENT
    is KICKED open, the girl SPRINGS out.
    COL. LANDA
    as he crosses the floor, sees the young girl RUNNING toward the cover of the woods. He unlatches the window and opens it.
     Shosanna is perfectly FRAMED in the windowsill.
    SHOSANNA
    RUNNING toward the woods. Farmhouse and Colonel in the window in B.G.
    FILTHY BARE FEET
    SLAPPING against wet grass.
    CU SHOSANNA’S FACE
    same as an animal being chased by a predator: FLIGHT—PANIC—FEAR.
    SHOSANNA’S POV
    the safety of trees, getting closer.
    COL. LANDA
    framed by the window, takes his WALTER, and straight-arm aims at the fleeing Jew, cocking back the hammer with his thumb.
    COL. LANDA POV
    of the fleeing Shosanna.
    CU COL. LANDA
    SLOW ZOOM into his eyes as he aims.
    PROFILE CU SHOSANNA
    mad dash for life.
    COL. LANDA
    changes his mind. He yells to the rat fleeing the trap, heading for the