are you well?
we both miss her.
what the fuck are we suppose to do?
like i said, what the fuck are we suppose to do?
about what?
what about it? she slowly walks up the stairs to marcel. she makes him part his legs, and sits on the lower step, between his legs. her back up against his chest, his arms around her shoulders. shosanna has only known this type of intimacy with marcel.
i'm confused, what are we talking about?
i'm not talking about that, your talking about that.
shosanna -
oui shosanna, we could do that.
you mean we wouldn't need any more explosives?
quite well, actually. i recorded a new guitarist i met in a cafe last week. it works superb. why do we need filmmaking equipment?
we need a sync mark.
a action and noise put together, so we can sync up the picture and sound.
clap your hands. she does.
in frame imbecile. she claps her hands in front of her face.
ready? shosanna takes a deep breath, then;
action.
but how do we get it developed? only a suicidal idiot like us would develop that footage. how do we get a35mm print with a soundtrack?
of course gaspar, very nice man, took care of all the experimental filmmakers. but nobody in their right mind would strike a print of what your talking about. if the nazi's found out, their life wouldn't be worth this. he snaps his fingers.
what does that mean?
would you do that?
oui.
ooh lala, danielle darrieux, this is so exciting. pleased to meet you.
reel one is on the first projector. reel two is on the second. three and four are ready to go.
it's time. i should go lock the auditorium, and take my place behind the screen. this is the last time they will ever see each other, too much to say. he holds her in his arms and lays a one kiss before i die wet one on her.
smiles.