concern, you two. As security chief, I simply need to have a chat with the possible new venue’s property owner.
FREDRICK
I was just hoping to escort Mademoiselle Mimieux back to her cinema.
GOEBBELS
Nonsense! You can eat ice cream and walk along the Seine another time. Right now, allow Col. Landa to do his job.
Everybody says their farewells.
Col. Landa offers the young Jew in hiding a seat at a small table in the outside patio area of Maxim’s.
The fluency and poetic proficiency of the S.S. Jew hunter’s French reveals to the audience that his feigning clumsiness at
French with Monsieur LaPadite in the film’s first scene was simply an interrogation technique.
They speak FRENCH SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH:
COL. LANDA
Have you tried the strudel here?
SHOSANNA
No.
COL. LANDA
It’s not so terrible. So how is it the young private and yourself came to be acquainted?
She’s about to answer when a WAITER approaches.
COL. LANDA
Yes, two strudels, one for myself and one for the mademoiselle. A cup of espresso, with a container of steamed milk on the
side. For the Mademoiselle, a glass of milk.
Considering that Shosanna grew up on a dairy farm, and the last time she was on a dairy farm her strudel companion murdered
her entire family, his ordering her milk is, to say the least… disconcerting.
The key to Col. Landa’s power and/or charm, depending on the side one’s on, lies in his ability to convince you he’s privy
to your secrets.
The waiter exits.
COL. LANDA
So, Mademoiselle, you were beginning to explain… ?
SHOSANNA
(anxiously)
Up until a couple of days ago, I had no knowledge of Private Zoller or his exploits. To me, the private was simply just a
patron of my cinema. We spoke a few times, but—
COL. LANDA
—Mademoiselle, let me interrupt you. This is a simple formality, no reason for you to feel anxious.
The strudel arrives.
The colonel takes one look at it and says to the waiter:
COL. LANDA
I apologize. I forgot to order the crème fraîche.
WAITER
One moment.
He exits.
COL. LANDA
(referring to the crème.)
Wait for the crème
(back to business)
So, Emmanuelle—May I call you Emmanuelle?
SHOSANNA
Oui.
COL. LANDA
So, Emmanuelle, explain to me how does it happen that a young lady such as yourself comes to own a cinema?
The waiter returns, applying crème fraîche to the two strudels.
The S.S. colonel looks across the table at his companion. Picking up his fork, he says:
COL. LANDA
After you.
Shosanna takes a whipped-creamy bite of strudel. Landa follows her lead.
COL. LANDA
(mouthful of strudel)
Success?
Shosanna, mouth full of strudel, indicates she approves.
COL. LANDA
Like I said, not so terrible.
(back to business)
So you were explaining the origin of your cinema ownership?
SHOSANNA
The cinema originally belonged to my aunt and uncle—
Col. Landa removes a little black book from his pocket.
COL. LANDA
—What are their names?
SHOSANNA
Jean-Pierre and Ada Mimieux.
He records the names in his little book.
COL. LANDA
Where are they now?
SHOSANNA
My uncle was killed during the blitzkrieg.
COL. LANDA
Pity… Continue.
SHOSANNA
Aunt Ada passed away from fever last spring.
COL. LANDA
Regrettable.
(respectful pause)
It’s come to my attention you have a negro in your employ. Is that true?
SHOSANNA
Yes, he’s a Frenchman. His name is Marcel. He worked with my aunt and uncle since they opened the cinema. He’s the only other
one who works with me.
COL. LANDA
Doing what?
SHOSANNA
Projectionist.
COL. LANDA
Is he any good?
SHOSANNA
The best.
COL. LANDA
Actually, one could see where that might be a good trade for them. Can you operate the projectors?
SHOSANNA
Of course I can.
COL. LANDA
Knowing the Reich Minister as I do, I’m quite positive he wouldn’t want the success or failure of his illustrious evening
dependent on the prowess of a negro. So if it comes to pass that we hold this event at your venue—talented, no doubt, as your
negro may be—you
FREDRICK
I was just hoping to escort Mademoiselle Mimieux back to her cinema.
GOEBBELS
Nonsense! You can eat ice cream and walk along the Seine another time. Right now, allow Col. Landa to do his job.
Everybody says their farewells.
Col. Landa offers the young Jew in hiding a seat at a small table in the outside patio area of Maxim’s.
The fluency and poetic proficiency of the S.S. Jew hunter’s French reveals to the audience that his feigning clumsiness at
French with Monsieur LaPadite in the film’s first scene was simply an interrogation technique.
They speak FRENCH SUBTITLED IN ENGLISH:
COL. LANDA
Have you tried the strudel here?
SHOSANNA
No.
COL. LANDA
It’s not so terrible. So how is it the young private and yourself came to be acquainted?
She’s about to answer when a WAITER approaches.
COL. LANDA
Yes, two strudels, one for myself and one for the mademoiselle. A cup of espresso, with a container of steamed milk on the
side. For the Mademoiselle, a glass of milk.
Considering that Shosanna grew up on a dairy farm, and the last time she was on a dairy farm her strudel companion murdered
her entire family, his ordering her milk is, to say the least… disconcerting.
The key to Col. Landa’s power and/or charm, depending on the side one’s on, lies in his ability to convince you he’s privy
to your secrets.
The waiter exits.
COL. LANDA
So, Mademoiselle, you were beginning to explain… ?
SHOSANNA
(anxiously)
Up until a couple of days ago, I had no knowledge of Private Zoller or his exploits. To me, the private was simply just a
patron of my cinema. We spoke a few times, but—
COL. LANDA
—Mademoiselle, let me interrupt you. This is a simple formality, no reason for you to feel anxious.
The strudel arrives.
The colonel takes one look at it and says to the waiter:
COL. LANDA
I apologize. I forgot to order the crème fraîche.
WAITER
One moment.
He exits.
COL. LANDA
(referring to the crème.)
Wait for the crème
(back to business)
So, Emmanuelle—May I call you Emmanuelle?
SHOSANNA
Oui.
COL. LANDA
So, Emmanuelle, explain to me how does it happen that a young lady such as yourself comes to own a cinema?
The waiter returns, applying crème fraîche to the two strudels.
The S.S. colonel looks across the table at his companion. Picking up his fork, he says:
COL. LANDA
After you.
Shosanna takes a whipped-creamy bite of strudel. Landa follows her lead.
COL. LANDA
(mouthful of strudel)
Success?
Shosanna, mouth full of strudel, indicates she approves.
COL. LANDA
Like I said, not so terrible.
(back to business)
So you were explaining the origin of your cinema ownership?
SHOSANNA
The cinema originally belonged to my aunt and uncle—
Col. Landa removes a little black book from his pocket.
COL. LANDA
—What are their names?
SHOSANNA
Jean-Pierre and Ada Mimieux.
He records the names in his little book.
COL. LANDA
Where are they now?
SHOSANNA
My uncle was killed during the blitzkrieg.
COL. LANDA
Pity… Continue.
SHOSANNA
Aunt Ada passed away from fever last spring.
COL. LANDA
Regrettable.
(respectful pause)
It’s come to my attention you have a negro in your employ. Is that true?
SHOSANNA
Yes, he’s a Frenchman. His name is Marcel. He worked with my aunt and uncle since they opened the cinema. He’s the only other
one who works with me.
COL. LANDA
Doing what?
SHOSANNA
Projectionist.
COL. LANDA
Is he any good?
SHOSANNA
The best.
COL. LANDA
Actually, one could see where that might be a good trade for them. Can you operate the projectors?
SHOSANNA
Of course I can.
COL. LANDA
Knowing the Reich Minister as I do, I’m quite positive he wouldn’t want the success or failure of his illustrious evening
dependent on the prowess of a negro. So if it comes to pass that we hold this event at your venue—talented, no doubt, as your
negro may be—you
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