THE HINDENBURG SCENE
An airstrip overlooking a grey city rocked by artillery fire. A bland RHSA Operative, flanked by Schutzstaffel Men, stands in front of a zeppelin. RHSA Man watches the Volkswagen pull up, hard. The hired guns jump out of the vehicle. The Driver shoves the bespectacled man in front of the RHSA Man.
RHSA MAN
Dr. Mengele, I'm RHSA.
Dr. Mengele nods, nervous. RHSA Man hands the Driver a briefcase.
DRIVER
He wasn't alone.
RHSA Man, confused, spots the Hooded Men. He turns to Dr. Mengele.
RHSA MAN
You don't get to bring friends.
DR. MENGELE
(SHAKEN)
They are not my friends.
DRIVER
Don't worry, no charge for them.
RHSA MAN
Why would I want them?
DRIVER
They were trying to grab your prize. (Smiles.) They work for the untermensch. The happy merchant.
RHSA MAN
(EXCITED)
Shlomo?
DRIVER
Oy.
The Driver nods. RHSA Man turns to his Schutzstaffel Men.
RHSA MAN
Get 'em on board - I'll funk the Reichszentrale.