WARNING: INSTANCES OF STRONG LANGUAGE

INT. Party Ballroom – Day

Hundreds of people mingle in the large, bulbous ballroom, with every man dressed in minimal tuxedos and every woman dressed in extravagant dresses. Waiters serve caviar and wine on silver plates.

The Nazi symbol of hatred is everywhere in sight: the most extravagant set piece is a gigantic flag of Nazi Germany behind a set of tables with reserved place cards at the side opposite to the grand doorway.

There is an orchestra playing classical MUSIC. Several couples dance gracefully on the floor, underneath a marvelous crystal chandelier.

At the swastika decorated entrance, Hitler arrives. He grabs a glass of red wine from a waiter. He eyes a fine looking German girl, no more than twenty five, takes a sip of his wine, and begins his hasty approach. He bumps into her.

HITLER
Oh, excuse me, but you need to
be more careful around—

He turns to lays his eyes on her face.

HITLER
Oh, Lady Yager!

GERMAN GIRL
Mein Fuhrer! I apologize for my—

HITLER
No, no, no, no! Don’t fret, Miss
Yager, your clumsiness is forgiven…
I am quite pleased you made it here
to my grand party tonight! Did you
get any wine, by any chance?

MISS YAGER
Oh, no, I’m afraid I don’t drink.

HITLER
Nonsense! You’ll drink tonight!
Tonight’s a night of celebration
my fragile Yager! Tonight, the
Jews are finally finished, and the
Americans face defeat! What do you
think about that, eh? Cheers to me!

He takes another sip and looks around aimlessly.

HITLER
(snaps his fingers)
Waiter!

The nearest waiter approaches; his plate is clean, under his armpit.

WAITER
Mein Fuhrer?

HITLER
(points to Yager)
Get this woman a glass of wine.

WAITER
Yes, Mein Fuhrer!

The waiter leaves.

Hitler places an arm around Miss Yager and guides her towards the impressive table setup.

HITLER
I am left wondering what the
Americans think of my majesty!
They are shaking in their boots
because of the victory in the
North Atlantic, yes? You know
those American bastards are hiding
those Jew monkeys, yes? They’re
clever creatures. You agree?

YAGER
Uh, I—

HITLER
Of course you do, and why?
Because you’re a beautiful woman!
Beautiful women understand
everything around them! I am
jealous of every single good
looking brood in Germany, and you
know why? Because I admire their
good will! But can you imagine a
woman in my position? Absolutely preposterous
I say! What do you think, Miss Yager?
Should your gender be allowed such a
prestigious undertaking?

YAGER
Your question is startling, Mein
Fuhrer. Though I—

HITLER
What do you mean by startling? Can
you honestly imagine a woman having
total control over the world? Don’t
be silly, my fair Yager! You have
a lot to learn about politics!

YAGER
But why can’t women have as much
political power? Why can there
never be a female dictator of the
Nazi World?

They stop at the table. Hitler pulls out his chair.

HITLER
(sternly)
Women cannot be left to rule the
earth because, by some divine
intervention, they bleed out of
their cunts every so often.

Hitler sits down. He looks up at Yager.

HITLER
Take a seat, enjoy the show.