Journal Web of the Nazis Excerpt Three - The Beginning of the End

The Beginning of the End

EXT. THE EASTERN FRONT - DAY

Hitler’s army in snowbound Russia has been reduced to rags and starvation. Frost-bitten German soldiers surrender by the droves.

HIMMLER (V.O.): February 2, 1943: The war in the East delivers us our first crushing defeat. Our Army in Russia surrenders after the Battle for Stalingrad ends in disaster.

INT. HITLER’S WOLF’S LAIR - NIGHT

Himmler, Goering, Goebbels, and Ribbentrop all sit very still in the presence of their pacing, rabid Supreme Leader.

HIMMLER (V.O.): From this time forward, the war effort grows worse, day by day, as do Hitler’s outrageous temper tantrums.

Hitler glares at the group. With seething eyes, he spews his venomous decree through clenched teeth.

HITLER: All our failures in the East are due to one thing and one thing alone: Treachery! My staff has betrayed me! My generals conspire against me! My soldiers have surrendered! Treachery! Everywhere I look: Treachery!

RIBBENTROP: My Leader, what are your orders now?

Hitler stares back defiantly.

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RIBBENTROP (CONT’D): There is still a chance that we can achieve something in a diplomatic way. But now is the time to act.

HITLER: Diplomacy? The time for diplomacy is long gone. Politics disgust me! A sick game played by a bunch of Jewish lawyers! I’ll have no more of it!

Hitler dismisses Ribbentrop with a wave of his hand, and heads for the door.

HITLER (CONT’D): When I’m dead and buried, then you’ll have plenty of time for politics!

INT. HIMMLER’S ZHITOMAR HEADQUARTERS - DAY

Himmler is looking particularly pale amidst his icy surroundings.

HIMMLER: If the truth be told: I suspect all of my officers of one form of betrayal or another.

KERSTEN: Is that all?

HIMMLER: Isn’t that reason enough? They are all plotting some bid for power, somewhere. Even while our great nation is struggling for such a valiant cause. They are all simpletons.

KERSTEN: So they are to blame then?

HIMMLER (growing irritated): What are you going on about?

KERSTEN: Tell me what’s really going on inside that head of yours. How do you feel about the disaster at Stalingrad, for instance? How do you feel about the invasion of Sicily? Hitler’s death sentence? Not to mention the direction the entire war effort seems to be taking?

HIMMLER: Enough already! Get to the point!

KERSTEN: Commander, how can I help you if you won’t confront the real problem underlying your illness?

Himmler lets out a lamentable sigh and plops down on an army cot.

HIMMLER: I am so sorry, my dear Kersten. You must think I am the most suspicious man alive.

He removes his overcoat and shirt, revealing his pudgy, little body.

HIMMLER (CONT’D): I am afraid it is so much a part of my job, I do not always recognize when someone like you really does have my best interest in mind.

KERSTEN: I understand. I’m not offended. Just lie back and relax. Let me do what I do best.

HIMMLER: Thank you, doctor. You really do care about me, don’t you?

KERSTEN: Certainly.

HIMMLER: What on Earth would I ever do without you?

KERSTEN: Try not to worry about that right now, sir.

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The Beginning of the End

EXT. THE EASTERN FRONT - DAY

INT. HITLER’S WOLF’S LAIR - NIGHT

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