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Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. WOODS, FRANCE 1917 - DAWN 1 1 Softly LAPPING WATER. A creek running over roots, grass swaying in the stream. Ferns softly RUSTLE in the wind. THUMP. A pine cone falls on the ground. Another one. And another one A peaceful, mild spring morning. Peaceful. LOW RUMBLE OF THUNDER in the distance. It's very quiet. Too quiet. INTERCUT WITH: | SENTI |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. FOX DEN - DAY 2 2 A narrow shaft of light falls into the fox den, from the entrance of the tunnel. The dirt is damp. And a soft noise. SCRATCHING. SMACKING. SOFT WHIMPERS.The vixen feeds her young, who greedily suckle at her teats. The twigs and berries beside them. Then, we hear it again. A distant RUMBLE OF THUNDER, followed by a noticeable TREMOR. A little dirt trickles from the ceiling. Light falls on the young family, like a painting of the Madonna. The vixen ignores it, wholly absorbed by her litter. She licks their fur and lets them suckle. It's soft and fuzzy and full of love... ... when suddenly: A SHORT, SHARP, SHRILL tone. BOOOOM! The world explodes. Everything goes BLACK. The fox den has ceased to exist. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / TRENCH - DAY 3 3 A trench -- about 8 feet deep. Walls of earth and clay. The bottom is mud and dirt. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.Deafening NOISE. A hellish barrage of gunfire. Metal shrapnel perforates the wood posts like butter. Hundreds of shells explode around the GERMAN SOLDIERS, hurling piles of dirt into the air. Ruthless. Destructive. Random. We pan over dozens of bodies: Young SOLDIERS lying in the dirt, hugging the walls of the trench. They hope against hope they will survive the next seconds. That's all it's ever about: Surviving the next seconds. (CONTINUED) BOOM! A DIRECT HIT. The trench explodes in a cloud of dirt, smoke and death. Bodies fly through the air, landing in the reeking water. Over the SCREAMS of the wounded -- amid a crescendo of noise and chaos -- we hear barked orders across the front lines: SERGEANT (O.S.) ATTACK... ATTACK! ANGLE ON the frightened face of a SOLDIER: HEINRICH GERBER -- no older than 18. His hands clutch a rifle, his knuckles stand out white as a ghost, his bayonet is mounted. The SERGEANT appears, drags Gerber to the ladder. SERGEANT (CONT'D) Come on, Heinrich!!! Let's go! BOOM! A shell hits the trench. Soldiers hurry by. SERGEANT (CONT'D) On my orders. Charge!!! A shrill WHISTLE and WAR CRY arises along the front line. A young 16-YEAR-OLD RECRUIT, looks at him, trembling... Heinrich nods at him. HEINRICH GERBER It'll be OK! Before we can catch our breath, HEINRICH climbs up the ladder behind the RECRUIT, out of the German trench, right into the MG barrage whipping at them from the French lines. RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT! The RECRUIT and a dozen other men are hit and hurled back into the trench like dominos. Heinrich stands at the top of the ladder. Trembling, he turns around to see the young RECRUIT bleeding to death in the mud, shot in the head. SOLDIERS (O.S.) Keep going! SERGEANT Go on, Gerber. Go! The next wave of Soldiers throngs up from below, forcing Heinrich up the ladder, onto the the roiling battlefield. The Sergeant drives him onward. SERGEANT (CONT'D) Go, go, go!CONTINUED: 3 3 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 2. Heinrich fights his way through the heavy mud which sucks at his boots and slows him down. Past the tentacles of barbed wire, in which disfigured bodies hang. BOOM! A shell hits a few yards off, hurling dirt and mud over us. Heinrich keeps on running. He staggers and runs, bowing low, shitting bricks. He fights against overwhelming nausea as shells blow new craters around us. A No Man's Land of death and madness, pocked with craters like the moon. Heinrich runs, ducking low, his bayonet in his hand, searching for cover where there is none, as his FELLOW SOLDIERS are fall in a hail of bullets. He ducks behind a blasted tree stump, tries to catch his breath. SERGEANT (O.S.) (CONT'D) Gerber... Gerber! The Sergeant's voice reaches us weakly through the BATTLE NOISES... The NCO lies in the mud, hit, reaching his arms out toward us, imploringly. Heinrich crawls back toward him. He reaches his hand out to him and drags him along, but then MG FIRE riddles the ground, first the tree stump and then hits the wounded Sergeant in the cheek. Blood spatters in Heinrich's face. He fights back his panic, while there's a WHISTLE behind him, as the second wave of GERMAN SOLDIERS charges out of the trench. BANG. BANG. BANG. CLICK. Heinrich empties his clip and drops his bayonet. He desperately grabs a trench shovel, summoning all his courage. He charges at the enemy trench, SCREAMING, from where HUNDREDS OF FRENCHMEN charge at us with bayonets out. Heinrich raises his shovel, PANTING. Unleashes a primeval WAR CRY. Like a wild animal. The enemy comes closer and closer. Then Heinrich STRIKES. Right at his enemy's neck. WHACK! SMASH TO BLACK: ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONTCONTINUED: (2) 3 3Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 3. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. BEHIND GERMAN LINES / MASS GRAVE - DUSK 4 4 An open-bed truck on the edge of a makeshift cemetery, SOLDIERS are unloading the bodies of German recruits. One of them is Heinrich Gerber, a bloody wound in his chest. They unbutton his uniform jacket and toss his uniform onto the pile. The boots land on another pile. Coffins of a mass grave piled up in BG. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. BEHIND GERMAN LINES / TRAIN TRACKS - DAY 5 5 A freight train along a railroad embankment. The dead men's uniforms in bundles in a boxcar. WOUNDED SOLDIERS are loaded on beside them. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. TEXTILE FACTORY, GERMANY - DAY 6 6 An open-bed truck, piled high with military uniforms, pulls up outside a factory. Bundles of dirty uniforms are tossed on a hand cart. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TEXTILE FACTORY WASH ROOM, GERMANY - DAY 7 7 A load of uniforms is dumped into a huge trough full of hot soapy water. The suds turn red. A strong WOMAN stirs the vat. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TEXTILE FACTORY DRYING ROOM, GERMANY - DAY 8 8 A pile of half-dry, washed uniforms hang from a drying line. Water drips into puddles beneath them. A WASHERWOMAN comes and collects the uniforms. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TEXTILE FACTORY HALL, GERMANY - DAY 9 9 ...which are wheeled down the hall in a hand cart. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TEXTILE FACTORY, GERMANY - DAY 10 10 ...into a room with SEAMSTRESSES at sewing machines. A young SEAMSTRESS (14) takes a pile of clothes and returns to her sewing machine. She examines a uniform jacket: A narrow slit stabbed into the chest. She starts sewing. WHIRRRR. The sewing machine RATTLES. CLOSE ON: The collar name tag reads HEINRICH GERBER.Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 4. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. COUNTRY ROAD, GERMANY - DAY 11 11 A bicyclist pedals along the road: PAUL BÄUMER, 18 years old. A skinny young man with a sincere face and a school book bag on his bicycle cargo rack. The textile factory truck roars up from behind, HONKS briefly, swerves and passes the young man. Uniforms piled up on the back of the truck -- laundered and neatly folded. A VETERAN with a cigarette beside them, missing an arm and half his face. Paul Bäumer watches him go, a shadow of doubt on his face seeing the broken man. He gets a grip on himself and keeps pedaling. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. SMALL TOWN / ALLEY - DAY 12 12 Paul rides his bike through town. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. SCHOOL - DAY 13 13 Paul pedals down an alley and parks his bike against a wall. With lowered gaze, he takes his school bag and follows the throng of STUDENTS to the auditorium. A few of his FRIENDS call to him among the hullabaloo. KROPP Paul...? Paul! ALBERT KROPP (19), a farmer's son who made it to the college- track Gymnasium prep school. He may be a little thick, but he's full of verve for life. Strong, tough, down to earth, with rough milking hands. He's very traditional. FRANZ MÜLLER (19) is more oriented toward the future. He likes progress and the finer things in life. He's well-spoken and a Ladies' man, always has a comb in his pocket. Then there's LUDWIG BEHM (18), the runt of the gang. A pale, skinny, somewhat fearful guy. A dreamer with glasses. KROPP (CONT'D) Well? Paul shakes his head in resignation. Kropp and Müller GROAN. KROPP (CONT'D) Now what? Does he know we're all going? PAUL Sure. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 5. BEHM Are you staying home? KROPP For Christ's sake, are you supposed to stay here hugging your mommy's apron? MÜLLER Gimme that. Müller sticks his hand out for the school bag. Paul is shaken by what Kropp said. He's a lot of things, but definitely no mama's boy. MÜLLER (CONT'D) Give it to me. I'll sign it. BEHM His parents have to sign. MÜLLER But they didn't, so gimme that. BEHM You can't. They'll notice. KROPP How? Is your daddy their pen pal? Paul seems to hesitate for a moment. He finally opens his book bag. CLACK. He gets out a pen and paper -- his Army volunteer form. He places the form on the book bag and starts to sign... nothing. Out of ink. He turns to his friends, cursing. PAUL Gimme your pen. Kropp doesn't have one. Neither does Müller. Behm eyes him skeptically. BEHM You're gonna be in hot water. He'll give you a thrashing. KROPP Oh, shut up, Ludwig. PAUL You got a better idea? I'm not gonna be the only one to stay behind!CONTINUED: 13 13 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 6. Behm SIGHS and hands him a pen. Paul quickly kneels and scribbles a signature on the piece of paper. He stands up again quickly. A weight falls off his shoulders. Kropp puts an arm around him. KROPP Congratulations, Private Bäumer. You're headed to the front. PAUL (mumbles) I'm a dead man. The gang of friends heads for the staircase, where the truck is parked at the cargo ramp. The veteran is unloading the uniforms with two other soldiers. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SCHOOL / STRAIRS - DAY 14 14 A big staircase. The STUDENTS crowd the steps, Paul and his three buddies among them, holding their marching orders to the front lines, a sense of grand adventure on their faces. They can't wait to become soldiers. The teachers stand at the back in the hall, looking proud. The PRINICIPAL (61) stands on the top flight, a short, wiry guy with a big handlebar mustache, giving a fiery speech. PRINCIPAL You stand on the threshold to becoming men. This is a moment you will always remember. It's a great moment, by which you will be judged for the rest of your life, what you have dared to become today... the Iron Youth of Germany! The Principal scans the young men's faces. From the corner of his eye, he sees two pupils shoving each other around. PRINCIPAL (CONT'D) My dear boys! We're fortunate to life in such a great time. Your deeds will form the ground water for a strong new root to grow, carrying the flowers and fruits of a glorious future. (to the two quarreling kids) Stand still and listen, Leinemann! The Kaiser needs soldiers, not children. The two pupils snap to attention. The Principal's authority is beyond doubt. He continues with his speech -- the little interruption fills him with even more verve.CONTINUED: (2) 13 13 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 7. PRINCIPAL (CONT'D) I'm sure I will see most of you again soon, your sword returned to its scabbard with honor, an Iron Cross on your pride-filled chest. Paul Bäumer. Albert Kropp. Franz Müller. Ludwig Behm... The friends stand side by side. They all listen to their Principal with bated breath. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SCHOOL / HALLS - DAY 15 15 The Principal's voice echoes down the halls. PRINCIPAL But have no doubt: In the darkest hours before an attack, you may also be haunted by doubt. | SENTI |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SCHOOL / CLASSROOM - DAY 16 16 Through empty classrooms, where open books wait for eager students. PRINCIPAL But this is no time for weakness of character! Any doubt, any hesitation is treason to your homeland. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SCHOOL / CELLAR - DAY 17 17 ...through a bare cellar, where the tired veteran with the smashed face SMOKES his cigarette. PRINCIPAL Absolute obedience is the most important thing of all in modern warfare, which is like a game of chess, which is never about the individual, always about the whole. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SCHOOL / STAIRS - DAY 18 18 BACK TO STAIRS: The Principal wraps up his speech. PRINCIPAL You will prove yourselves worthy of wearing this uniform and break through the enemy front in Flanders. And within a few weeks, you will finally be marching on Paris!CONTINUED: 14 14 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 8. The boys can't hide a proud smile. The Principal looks them in the eye. PRINCIPAL (CONT'D) Our future -- the future of Germany -- lies in the hands of its Greatest Generation... My dear boys: That's you! Off to battle you go! For our Kaiser. Our God. And our Fatherland. ROARS OF APPLAUSE from the pupils and teachers -- it was a good speech. The young men toss their caps and leaflets in the air, which sail down the stairwell. Paul and his friends hug in joy. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SCHOOL / AUDITORIUM - DAY 19 19 OFFICERS sit at a row of desks. Long lines of students in underwear, volunteering for war. The piles of uniforms in BG. ARMY RECRUITER (O.S.) Next! The line of pupils advances. Paul has a hard time hiding his excitement, while Franz Müller and Albert Kropp are already proudly carrying off their uniforms. Then the line finally advances. ARMY RECRUITER (O.S.) (CONT'D) Next! Then it's Paul's turn. Excited, he presents his draft notice to an OFFICER, who reads it without looking up. ARMY RECRUITER (CONT'D) (without looking up) Bäumer, Paul. Meadow Vale 53, born 18.11.98. Is that right? PAUL Yessir, Officer Sir! The Officer flips over the form and checks the parents' signature. He takes an ink stamp. WHAP. All good. ARMY RECRUITER Chest size? Paul gapes at him, dumbstruck. The officer shrugs, hands him a uniform off the pile and notes the size in a list. ARMY RECRUITER (CONT'D) Here. Your father can be proud of you.CONTINUED: 18 18 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 9. PAUL Yes, he can. ARMY RECRUITER Are you okay? PAUL Mmhm. I just wanna get going. Paul takes his uniform and is just leaving, when he sees the name tag sewn into the collar. He quickly returns to the desk, where the recruiter is already busy with the next RECRUIT. PAUL (CONT'D) Excuse me, Sir, this uniform already belongs to someone. The officer takes the uniform jacket from Paul and tears off the name tag. Then he hands it back. ARMY RECRUITER Didn't fit him right. Happens all the time. PAUL Thank you, Sir. Paul heads off, relieved. The name tag remains behind on the floor: HEINRICH GERBER. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SCHOOL / STOREROOM - DAY 20 20 Paul enters a storeroom off the hall, carrying the new uniform. He puts on his uniform: It fits, even if it's a little big. Ludwig Behm stands beside him, with his bare, scrawny chest. He can't entirely hide his doubts. CHURCH BELLS RING in the distance. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. SMALL TOWN / CHURCH TOWER - DAY 21 21 DING DONG. DING DONG. DING DONG. The church bells ring in the belfry... a grand send-off. | SONG |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. SMALL TOWN / CHURCH SQUARE - DAY 22 22 The church square of the small town. It's empty, except for a few PASSERS-BY, mostly WOMEN and CHILDREN with a few OLD MEN. We spot the young RECRUITS in the distance, in a crack between two houses.CONTINUED: 19 19Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 10. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. SMALL TOWN / STREET - DAY 23 23 They march out of town in lockstep, rifles slung over their shoulders. The CHURCH BELLS drown out their MARCHING SONG. RECRUITS Tomorrow we march To the farmers night quarters. A cup of tea, sugar and coffee, A cup of tea, sugar and coffee, and a glass of wine, and a glass of wine! Franz Müller looks at a few GIRLS, waving among the onlookers by the side of the rod. He grins and dances out of line, full of excitement, adventure and joy. MÜLLER A cup of tea, sugar and coffee, sugar and coffee... Paul, Müller, Kropp and Behm -- ruddy-cheeked, booming voices. Everyone sings along with their fellows. They all march off to war together... what an adventure. | SONG |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. POPLAR-LINED AVENUE, GERMANY - DAY 24 24 A poplar-lined avenue along the road, their tips swaying in the wind. The recruits march down the road. RECRUITS Tomorrow we march To the farmers night quarters. And when I leave, my girl will grieve, And when I leave, my girl will grieve and will cry, and will cry. The young men march into the distance. Their song wafts over the fields. CUT TO: | ROMANCE |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. TROOP VAN, WESTERN FRONT - DAY 25 25 Behind the lines of the Western Front, Northern France. An open troop transport truck rumbles down the muddy road to the front. Paul and his friends sit in the back, with their rifles and knapsacks, amid two dozen new recruits. Expectation is written all over the young men's faces. The bright spring sun pierces the clouds. KA-CHACK. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (37) has planted himself before them, a Prussian officer with a dirty mouth, a tough guy with a heart of gold. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 11. He pushes his way through the recruits and inspects one rifle after the other. Müller's rifle is spotless. He hands it back wordlessly. Albert Kropp is n | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | ext. The Lieutenant pulls back the bolt -- KA-CHAK... He stares. Dirty. He holds it under Kropp's nose. LIEUTENANT HOPPE What's your name, Private? KROPP Kropp. Albert Kropp, Lieutenant, Sir. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Do you like dirty girls, Kropp? KROPP ...? No, Sir, Lieutenant, Sir. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (indicates the bolt) So why do you sleep with one...? Report for guard duty at 3 a.m.! The Lieutenant tosses the rifle to Kropp, who only barely catches it. Ludwig Behm is n | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | ext. KA-CHAK. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Gentlemen! You are fighting in a God-forsaken pile of shit, so you better do it with a clean Mauser! Paul digs out a handkerchief and cleans his barrel quickly. The Lieutenant stands before him already. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Your life as you knew it is over. Your rifle is your girl now. You are married to your rifle. You will pamper your rifle. You will love your rifle. And God damn it, you will keep it spotless as the thighs of the Holy Virgin! You got it? RECRUITS ON TRUCK Yes, Sir! LIEUTENANT HOPPE Welcome to the 78th Infantry Reserve Regiment. You are now on the Western Front. RECRUITS ON TRUCK Welcome to Paris!CONTINUED: 25 25 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 12. Albert Kropp clutches his rifle in his arms, grinning. He licks it... The soldiers are brimming with enthusiasm. They laugh and nudge each other. Hoppe lets them and hands his Mauser back to Paul. Clean. KA- CHAK. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. FIELD HOSPITAL - DAY 26 26 A temporary field hospital set up behind the front in a bombed-out farm house. SOLDIERS are unloaded from individual trucks, bloody and mutilated: Ambulances, horse carriages, cars. NURSES and MEDICS place the wounded in rows in the mud. The hospital is overcrowded. The only ray of light are a few FEMALE NURSES. An ARMY DOCTOR (50) comes out of the gate with his ASSISTANT to the street, looking exhausted. He flags down the arriving truck and waves it toward -- THE YARD. The truck pulls up. The ARMY DOCTOR marches back toward the Lieutenant in charge. LIEUTENANT HOPPE What's up? My orders are to deliver this company to the front by 6 pm. ARMY DOCTOR Which you will, but on foot. We need this vehicle, Lieutenant! LIEUTENANT HOPPE I'm sorry, but my orders are -- ARMY DOCTOR You can shove your orders where the sun don't shine. I've got forty men here dying in the mud. Get off that Goddamn truck! The Lieutenant stops objecting and turns to his recruits. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Dismount! Double time! Let's go! Your heard the Doctor. ARMY DOCTOR Thank you, Lieutenant. You're saving people's lives. We'll take the wounded back to Laon. Lt. Hoppe jumps off the truck and nods. He goes to the back of the truck, where the men are climbing off. CONTINUED: (2) 25 25 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 13. They clutch their hands to their mouth and nose, against the smell of carbolic and gangrene. Behm stares at the injured. Paul drags him off. PAUL Come on, Ludwig. He looks around for reassurance from a NURSE, kneeling among the wounded soldiers. Lt. Hoppe grabs a dismounting recruits's bayonet -- the blade is saw-toothed on the blunt side. LIEUTENANT HOPPE What the hell is this, Soldier? RECRUIT FIELD HOSPITAL A bayonet, Lieutenant, Sir. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Are you shitting me? What are you gonna do with this? RECRUIT FIELD HOSPITAL Stab the enemy, Lieutenant, Sir? The Lieutenant loses his patience and hisses at the man. LIEUTENANT HOPPE This is a saw blade, Soldier. If the enemy catches you with one of these, they will mutilate you. First they will saw your nose off. Then they will gouge your eyes out. And they they will stuff your throat with sawdust, so you slowly suffocate. The recruit stares at him in shock. Hoppe gives the bayonet back to him and indicates his own bayonet -- with a smooth blade. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Trade it in for one of these as soon as you can. Guarantees a quick end. For both sides. The Lieutenant turns to the whole company again. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Take a leak, grab your backpacks, we leave in five minutes. Dismissed! The recruits shoulder their backpacks and pair off. Paul takes his eyes off the nurse with an effort. Franz Müller combs his hair.CONTINUED: 26 26Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 14. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. MUDDY ROAD TO FRONT - DAY 27 27 The sky is overcast. It looks like rain. An ammo supply convoy passes them on the road. The soldiers march toward the front. Clay sticks to their boots, a dead dog lies in their path. Lt. Hoppe eggs them on. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Step lively, Soldier! Don't fall asleep! He marches along beside Müller for a beat. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) You, Müller! The commander in chief expects you to survive at least six weeks. Do you want to be alive in six weeks? MÜLLER Yes, Sir, Lieutenant, Sir. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Then get a move on! March! Müller staggers on, a little faster. Suddenly: a WHISTLE and HOWL. BOOM! BOOM! Two shells land in the distance, hurling up a gush of mud. Most of the recruits hit the dirt. Hoppe SCREAMS at them. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Gas! Gas! Gas! The recruits frantically get up and dig out their gas masks. While most of them are still struggling with their satchels, Hoppe already has his mask on and fastened. The Lieutenant marches along his squad, his voice muffled by his gas mask. He's using the forced march for a drill. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Gentlemen, that was what you call a "Fat pig". If the Frogs could aim, they'd be scratching us off the road with a spatula and burying us in a mess kit. But one thing is as sure as hell: "Fat pigs" don't carry poison gas. Paul helps Behm, who dropped his mask in the mud, so he's the last to put it on. Hoppe continues his speech stoically. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 15. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Poison gas shells come in groups of three and land with a dull thud. So if you see someone putting on their mask, put on yours. You've got six seconds before you start spitting clots of blood the size of beets back home on the farm. Lt. Hoppe stops before Paul. Very calmly, he watches the young recruit still struggling with his gas mask. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Eyes front! The recruits snap to and look straight ahead -- except Paul, who frantically wedges his gas mask between his knees, trying to adjust the leather straps. Hoppe's glasses fog up, a first drop of rain falls on them. His ominous breathing behind the mask. In. Out. In. Out. A bit like Darth Vader. Paul finally got it on. He puts the mask on and looks straight ahead. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Are you deaf, man? PAUL No, Lieutenant, Sir. I was just trying to put my mask on. Hoppe eyes him for a beat. Then: LIEUTENANT HOPPE You're almost certainly gonna be dead by dawn, boy. You better have something to eat. Paul swallows the insult. Hoppe takes his mask off and turns to the squad. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Attention! Masks off! Two abreast, forward march! (to Paul) Not you. You leave it on until your guard duty tonight. (turns to Kropp) With that shithead there. PAUL Yes Sir, Lieutenant. The recruits stow their masks and march to the front. Paul has a hard time breathing and can hardly keep up. CONTINUED: 27 27 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 16. The weight of his knapsack is crushing... Artillery RUMBLES in the distance. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / ACCESS TRENCH - DAY 28 28 Rain beats down. Lt. Hoppe leads the exhausted recruits down an access trench to the front. Shells WHIZZ by. A DRONE drowns everything out. BOOM! The shell explodes. The young recruits duck. Clumps of dirt pelt down on their backs. Hoppe waves them onward. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Go. Go! Bullets ZING over their heads. MG FIRE RATTLES in the distance. WOUNDED MEN come toward them, two SOLDIERS drag an empty soup cauldron back from the front. Paul is in the back along with Müller. He has a hard time keeping up, hardly able to breath under his mask. MÜLLER Give me your backpack, Paul... You can take mine next time. Paul knocks his hand away and staggers down the trench. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / TRENCH - DAY 29 29 Rain keeps beating down, as SOLDIERS fire an MG. RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. Beyond, the squad turns onto a wide trench. Water is backed up knee-high on the ground -- the RECRUITS wade through it. They finally reach their unit at the front: Gaunt, ragged, hollow-eyed SOLDIERS, mainly trying to keep dry. Some try to sleep. They all look miserable. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Congratulations, Soldiers. Welcome to your new home. (to all) Helmets off! The veterans GROAN. They know what this means. Groaning, they pick up buckets and start bailing out clay muddy water from the trench. Some of them have tied sandbags to the tops of their boots to keep the water from running in. SERGEANT STEINBERGER appears to greet the Lieutenant.CONTINUED: (2) 27 27 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 17. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) I see the men have been enjoying my absence, Steinberger. SGT. STEINBERGER We've been under MG barrage all night. Their nerves are bare. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Dry boots are a good remedy for that. (to recruits) Everyone pitch in, bail out the trench! The young recruits follow the veterans' example and use their helmets and food pails as bailing buckets. You can see the shock in their faces, the gleam in their eyes is gone. Tiredly, they bail water out of the trench. Constant COUGHING. Lt. Hoppe turns on his heel and disappears in his bunker. In passing, he yanks the gas mask off Paul's face and presses it hard against his chest. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) What are you waiting for? He leaves him standing there, disappears inside. Paul WHEEZES and gasps for air. Even if it's raining, the fresh air is good for him. Suddenly, a figure emerges from a shelter and offers him an open canteen. Paul looks up, SNORTING, staring straight at... STANISLAUS KATCZINSKY. KAT is 40 and still a Private, which says a lot about him. Tough, sly, smart, with a dirty face, with blue eyes, drooping shoulders and a good nose for danger and good food, where there usually isn't. He's a shoemaker in real life. In which he has a sixth sense. He's the secret commander of the company. KAT Give a dog a piece of meat, and it will always snap at it. Give a person power... He shrugs, chewing tobacco in his mouth. KAT (CONT'D) Man is a beast... drink. Paul gratefully accepts the canteen. He drinks. Finally, he wipes his mouth off.CONTINUED: 29 29 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 18. PAUL Thanks. A silent nod, then Kat screws his canteen shut. BOOM. A fountain of mud shoots up nearby. Kat looks up at the sky, longingly. KAT There's gonna be a blanket tonight. He turns and goes over to his comrades to help them bail. Paul gets up and goes out. Kropp, Müller and Behm are in the middle of it. Behm is plagued by guilt over the gas mask. BEHM I'm sorry. PAUL Forget it. BEHM This isn't what I expected. KROPP Oh, shut up. In a row, the men bail the cold muddy water out of the trench, occasionally GAGGING as they find feces in it. A VETERAN straightens up a support beam and presses it back into the wall of the trench. Another SOLDIER pulls off his boots, revealing his gangrenous feet. Behm starts bailing like crazy to make up for his mistake. Paul tries to calm him down. PAUL Ludwig... Ludwig! It's okay. Behm suddenly pauses, exhausted. His fingers are red and frozen. BEHM My hands... I can't feel my hands. KAT Stick 'em in your drawers. That's what I do. Behm wipes his hands off and sticks them in this underpants. Paul, Müller, Kropp -- they all do the same thing: It gets better after a few seconds. Their expressions are relieved. KAT (CONT'D) Like I said. They resume bailing. Only Behm is still standing there with his hands in his pants. Kropp turns his nose up in disgust.CONTINUED: (2) 29 29 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 19. KROPP The water stinks. TJADEN That's the innards. Of the dead. Fermentation agents, you know. Like Bavarian beer. Only that it tastes like death. TJADEN STACKFLEET (20) is an old hand despite his youth. The biggest eater of the company, but skinny, a peat digger by trade. Paul and Kropp stare at him blankly. Tjaden reaches for a clump in the water beside them. He lifts it up: A soldier's rotting CORPSE. A last SIGH of gas escapes from the corpse's lungs, forming a bubble in the water. Tjaden wordlessly drops the body and lets it sink into the maw of the mud. Kat turns to Paul and indicates the folding trench shovel on his belt. KAT Hey. Gimme that. PAUL What? My shovel? KAT Quick. Paul hands him the trench shovel. Kat wades a few steps into the water, then rams it into the ground in a flash. And again. He digs in the mud for a beat, then drags a dead rat out by the tail. He flings it out of the trench unmoved and starts looking for the next cadaver. He finally hands the shovel back to Paul. KAT (CONT'D) You can split someone's chest with one of these, but you really have to hit him hard, between the shoulder and the neck... right here. Kat places the edge of his hand on Paul's neck. Paul GULPS. he looks at the shovel in his hand, unsure of himself. Albert Kropp whispers to them. KROPP Like a butcher.CONTINUED: (3) 29 29Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 20. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / TRENCH - NIGHT 30 30 The middle of the night. It's still raining. It's cold, wet, and dirty. A flare illuminates the battlefield, strewn with corpses. Paul and Kropp huddle in the trench, their uniform collars closed tight around their necks, pulling guard duty. Kropp's head sinks to his chest. He has a carving knife and a piece of wood on his lap -- he's fallen asleep over his carving. Paul is polishing his rifle again, then he listens up and looks out at the deep darkness -- a RUSTLE in the dark. He nudges his friend. PAUL Albert... Albert! Albert Kropp wakes up again. PAUL (CONT'D) Soldiers who fall asleep on guard duty are court-martialed and shot. KROPP Leave me alone. Kropp straightens up tiredly and watches Paul cleaning his rifle. KROPP (CONT'D) You think it will shoot better that way? Paul listens up. There it is again: The RUSTLE in the dark. PAUL Did you hear that? KROPP What? PAUL That noise. Listen. KROPP It's nothing. PAUL Psst -- Albert keeps carving his block of wood, delicate work for his rough hands. Paul listens to the dark and raises his rifle, excitedly. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 21. PAUL (CONT'D) Our first Frenchman. KROPP Settle down. There it is again. A soft RUSTLE, not even ten yards away. Paul and Kropp exchange looks. They both pale. KROPP (CONT'D) Now I heard it too. PAUL (loud whisper) Who's there? No answer. The RUSTLING suddenly stops, then resumes a few seconds later. Paul aims his rifle into the dark. A shadow flits by in the dark, looking like a man. PAUL (CONT'D) (louder) Halt, who goes there? (in broken French) Montrez-vous! Nothing. The shadow crawls toward them... Paul SHOOTS. The muzzle flash illuminates the night: Two rats, the size of a loaf of bread, skitter a few steps to the side. Their faces are bloody; one of them has human entrails dangling from its mouth. Suddenly -- CLANG! A bullet hits Paul's helmet and knocks it clean off his head. Paul falls off the ladder and lands in a puddle at the bottom of the trench. PAUL (CONT'D) I'm hit! I'm hit! He frantically feels his face and head to see where he's hit. Then he inspects his helmet and discovers two bullet holes. PAUL (CONT'D) They shot me. Twice! KROPP Well, there were two rats, after all. KAT (O.S.) Who shot? Katczinsky comes out of the covered path and approaches up the trench. Paul shows him his bullet-riddled helmet.CONTINUED: 30 30 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 22. PAUL They shot me. Two of those bastards shot me. KAT With one shot? Kat looks at the damage: One entry hole, one exit hole. KAT (CONT'D) They saw your muzzle flash. Next time, don't stick your head out. He hands Paul back his helmet. The boy dons it, awkwardly and returns to his original position. KAT (CONT'D) If you don't wanna catch the next bullet with your teeth, I suggest you moved ten meters down the trench. The two recruits stare at him. KAT (CONT'D) Shoot, move, shoot, move. Got it? Kat heads off, shaking his head. Paul and Kropp head along the trench and take their positions again. Paul reloads. Two FLARES are shot into the sky, gliding down on parachutes. Paul and Kropp gape at the spectacle. It would be beautiful if it weren't so deadly. We now have time to scan the battlefield: A landscape pocked by craters, dark black dirt, crisscrossed by barbed wired. Two FRENCHMEN looking for wounded in no man's land are surprised by the bright flare. Kropp raises his rifle and aims. Paul pushes his barrel down. PAUL Those are medics. KROPP So? They're Frenchmen! A sudden throaty ROAR. BOOM! Just a few yards behind the trench, an artillery shell hits, pelting them with dirt. BOOM! BOOM! Two more hits, in quick sequence. Katczinsky hurries up. KAT You two. In here! Quick. Paul and Albert stumble over to the bunker.CONTINUED: (2) 30 30Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 23. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. LATIERRE HILL / BUNKER - NIGHT 31 31 The SOLDIERS sit in the bunker, huddling tight. It's dark. Earth and wood walls. Paul and Kropp find themselves a spot, near Müller and Behm. Kat and Tjaden are with them. Shells hit outside. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. It doesn't stop. The recruits are in panic. They shut their eyes, shaking, as the veterans sit there, stoically waiting for the end of the barrage. Behm holds his ears shut, sweating and and gasping for air. BEHM "You are what you eat..." My mother always said. Paul smiles. Behm looks at him. BEHM (CONT'D) We'll stick together, Paul. PAUL Yeah. A shell strikes nearby. BOOM. A roof beam breaks and collapses, sending dirt raining down on the soldiers. A desperate recruit pukes in a corner. Ludwig Behm wants to * get up and flee, but Paul is holding him back. * PAUL (CONT'D) * Don't, Ludwig. Everything will be * fine. * BEHM * I can't do this, Paul. I can't. I * wanna go back home. * PAUL * Ssssh. * The barrage gradually recedes to behind the front. A few * clods of dirt rain down from the ceiling. Behm gets a grip on * himself. The soldiers are listening. * TJADEN * Creeping barrage. * PAUL * What? * TJADEN * The artillery barrage moves forward * every few minutes, as the infantry * advances behind it. * (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 24. KROPP * What does that mean? * KAT * It means they're coming. * He grins into the silence. The men await the impending * attack. Behm chews his lip in fear. Paul and Kropp clutch * their rifles... * But nothing happens. There's no attack. The air is * suffocating, Behm yanks open his uniform collar. The men sit * there, as if sitting in their graves. * BOOM! The walls shake. A SCREAM and FLASH. Smoke. Sulfur. * Dirt. Dust. The bunker creaks under the hit, all the beams * straining, but they hold. * A frantic recruit, 19 years old, climbs over the men and * heads for the exit. Kat and Tjaden try to stop him. * KAT (CONT'D) Where are you going? You are * staying here. * SOLDIER No. Let me out. I wanna get out of * here! * KAT Settle down. Clam down, god damn * it! * The SOLDIER breaks free and runs towards the exit, when a * HUGE EXPLOSION hurls him back, ripping the young soldier * apart. * Blood spatters Tjaden's face. Shrapnel and bits of uniforms * everywhere. Ludwig Behm is hitting his head against the wall * like a billy goat, over and over again. Paul almost has to * puke for a moment, then the next shell hits the top of the bunker. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. KAT (CONT'D) Out! Out! Out! BOOM! A direct hit. The beams burst over their heads. The soldiers leap up with their rifles and try to flee out of the bunker... It's too late. The earth SHAKES. BLACK.CONTINUED: 31 31 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 25. Silence. DEATHLY SILENCE. CUT TO: | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / UNDERGROUND - DAWN 32 32 A quiet SCRATCHING and SCRAPING noise. Flat breathing. Suddenly, a first ray of dawn light pierces the dirt: Paul lies buried beneath. He gasps for air, hears the SOLDIERS' muffled voices. SOLDIERS < Here's one. Go on, help me get him out! Pull! > Paul still can hardly hear. His ears RING. A DEAD SOLDIER out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, Franz Müller appears, helping his fellow soldiers. MÜLLER < Paul. It's Paul. > (calls) < Albert, we found Paul! > (to his comrades) < Get that beam out of the way! > | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / DESTROYED TRENCH - DAWN 33 33 The soldiers lift a beam aside, finally freeing Paul. They drag him out of the dirt, groaning, then Albert Kropp appears beside them. KROPP < Paul?! Are you hurt...? Is everything okay? > Paul is still hard of hearing. He nods. Their comrades urge them to leave. SOLDIERS < Come on, let's go. > MÃœLLER < See you later, Paul. > The soldiers move on to rescue the next soldier. Paul stares at the pale blue sky for a beat. His lungs fill with air. Then he struggles up. The trench is almost completely destroyed. It's only a few feet high in some places -- riddled with holes, craters and piles of dirt.CONTINUED: (2) 31 31 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 26. Kat sits at the opposite wall, scarfing down a slice of bread, his face completely dirty. A few MEDICS hurry up and carry off a WOUNDED MAN. The two men exchange looks. A beat. Finally, Kat hands him the piece of bread. Paul eats, wordlessly taking a bite. He chews and takes another bite. FOOTSTEPS approach and stop before him. SGT. STEINBERGER (O.S.) < Are you injured? > PAUL < N-- no. > SGT. STEINBERGER < Then collect these, please. > The Sergeant tiredly holds out a bag to him. Paul takes it, looks inside: A handful of dog tags of dead soldiers. He gives Kat a quizzical look, who shrugs. KAT < Helps to keep moving. > He takes his shovel, gets up and keeps going. Paul limps along the destroyed trench, piled with dead. He bends down to them and breaks off their dog tags. He places them in the bag. KRRK. Paul suddenly pauses: He stepped on something. He slowly bends over and picks up a bloody, broken pair of glasses. Behm's glasses. Paul frantically runs along the trench until he finds a lifeless body and turns it over: 18-year-old Ludwig Behm lies dead in the dirt at his feet. His eye is bloody. He's missing a leg. Paul fights back the tears and leans over his dead friend. He tries to button up his uniform collar with trembling hand -- for the cold -- but he can't. His fingers are cold. Then he has to sob. Violently. SGT. STEINBERGER (O.S.) < Come on, keep going. Or else this will take till day after tomorrow.> The Sergeant marches on. Paul wipes his tears off, gets a grip on himself. He wordlessly collects the dog tags, gets up and keeps doing his job. CONTINUED: 33 33Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 27. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. FIELDS - DAY 34 34 The wheat is tall and golden in a field, the wind whips the stalls gently. Calm, peaceful, majestic. | ROMANCE |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. FIELDS BEHIND THE FRONT - DAWN 35 35 It's Fall by now. The fields are bare. Fog hangs low over the ground. Leaves are still blowing across the roads here and there. 18 MONTHS LATER. NOVEMBER 1918. INT/ | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. TRUCK / ROAD BY FARM - DAY 36 36 An ammo truck heads for the front. Spent cartridges jiggle on the cargo bed. Paul dangles his legs off the back of the truck. Paul has aged. His gaze has hardened. Kat leans against the cab. Finally, he knocks on the window. The DRIVER brakes, the two buddies jump off the back. Kat offers the driver two cigarettes as payment. KAT Thanks. The truck slows down. Kat and Paul march across a field. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. ROAD / FARM - DAY 37 37 A farm wall appears off to one side of the road. Kat and Paul march toward it. KAT I did the math, Paul If we keep up this pace, we'll have conquered all of France in 180 years. Paul grins. PAUL What? Are you gonna go get 'em? KAT M-hm. PAUL Don't get caught. KAT No way. He shrugs.Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 28. | COMEDY |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. FARMYARD - DAY 38 38 Kat stops at the farmyard wall, listening to the wind. KAT Listen. Soft CLUCKING NOISES in the distance. Kat glances at his friend. KAT (CONT'D) What do you think? Is this worth dying for? PAUL Anything's worth it when you're hungry. Paul grins. He squats down and extends his clasped hands to Paul. Kat sticks his foot in his cradle and deftly climbs over the wall. Paul stays behind, alone, looks down at the valley, pensively. A DOG barks somewhere. Paul listen up. A GOOSE HONKS like an alarm, a door slams on the farm yard, and suddenly... BANG! He hears a man swear in FRENCH. Paul peers through a crack in the gate, sees the dog run by. A BOY (10) stumbles along after it. Paul creeps around the yard as Kat staggers out of the stable door onto the fields. KAT Quick! Run! FARMER < Voleur! > BLAM! Another bullet misses him. The Farmer CURSES in French behind him. Paul runs along with him, PANTING. KAT Throw. Throw! Kat tosses the goose to him like a rugby player. Laughing, the two buddies flee over the field. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. SHED / STAGING CAMP BEHIND THE FRONT LINES - DAY 39 39 A shed on the edge of a staging camp, where soldiers can recuperate. Through a dirty window, we see Paul, Kropp, Müller and Tjaden heads straight for the shed. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 29. CLACK. The men stumble in, famished. Kat already has plucked the goose and is frying it in the pan. It sizzles on the stove. The men greedily inhale the smell. TJADEN Oh, my God. You're the best, Kat. KAT Shut the door or everybody will smell it. Tjaden shuts the door. They all take out the plates of their mess kits. Kat carves big fat slices for the gang with his trench knife. KAT (CONT'D) Password? TJADEN I forgot. I'm drawing a blank. KAT What's the password? KAT (CONT'D) Wide eyes, long fingers. TJADEN Mouth open, goose in. They LAUGH. MÜLLER I'll take a wing. TJADEN Gimme the rest. KAT No goose for Franz. KROPP Sleep well in the MG barrage. Kat passes out meat on their plates. Paul is stuffing the goose down in his pillow case. Tjaden grins. TJADEN I'll never forget this, guys. The men wordlessly sit down on crates and start eating. Teeth gnash. Grease drools. They dunk grey biscuits in the gravy. Tjaden has a wing in his mouth like a harmonica, chewing and MOANING in happiness. KAT Taste good?CONTINUED: 39 39 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 30. ALL Mmmh. Good. You too? KAT Life is short. Frank digs a piece of shotgun lead out of his mouth and spits it into his mess kit. Tjaden drinks grease straight from the pot, smacking. TJADEN Oh boy, oh boy... Jeeves, you may serve the caviar and coffee now! MÜLLER And draw my foot bath, please! Artillery fire. A low THUD rattles the shed, aerial bombs hit. Muffled SHOUTS. A few SCREAMS. It must've hit a barracks. Airplanes BUZZ in the distance. MG fire: RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. Tjadsen suddenly looks up. TJADEN Kat... KAT Hm? TJADEN ...The goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o... The men LAUGH and join in. In here, the fire flickers on the stove, illuminating their faces. The men sit in a circle in their worn uniforms, eating happily. Five friends by the stove, with food to eat – what could be better? OMITTED 40-42 40-42 | COMEDY |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. STAGING CAMP - DAY 42A 42A The staging camp on a wide meadow. The sun is low in the sky. A covered truck rolls past. A BUGLE plays in the distance. | SONG |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. STAGING AREA CAMP / STABLE - DAY 43 43 Shells stick in cratered ground. Nature reclaims a crashed airplane. A few trucks park by the side of the road, by artillery and flak batteries. MG FIRE in BG.CONTINUED: (2) 39 39 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 31. The men sit beneath a shelter off to one side of the staging camp, peeling a huge pile of potatoes. It has rained, water drips from the roof. Only Kat sits on the ground, sunbathing his face. Franz has hung his coat on a nail and brushes the dried mud off it. KAT So, this schoolteacher asks the kids what medals their dads got in the war. So Little Fritz says: "My dad got the Iron Cross." Then little Karl says: "My dad got the Medal of Honor." Then little Otto says: "My dad didn't get a medal, but he was trapped in the hotel?" "Trapped in the hotel?" the teacher says. "Never heard of it." The next day, little Otto comes back to school and says: "Sorry, M'am. My dad wasn't trapped in the hotel; he had the clap in the hospital." PAUL Look. The men stop laughing: By the edge of the woods, three GIRLS pass by with an ox cart, spades and picks on their shoulders, coming home after a long day's work. Albert Kropp gets up and waves. KROPP Hey. Salut! PAUL Venez-ici. Pain, baguettes. Pour vous. KROPP Liver wurst. Amour. Beaucoup d'amour! Their French is rudimentary. The girls are not persuaded by the gang's awkward charms and just keep going. Meanwhile, Franz plucks up his courage, puts on his coat and marches over to them... He just wades over to them. Kropp calls after them. KROPP (CONT'D) Hey, Franz. Where are you going? Take me with you. MÜLLER Come on.CONTINUED: 43 43 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 32. SERGEANT STEINBERGER If you take another step, I'll take two! Steinberger calls from behind him, standing beside the cook by the field stove. Kropp hesitates. He doesn't go. Shrugs. KROPP They probably don't want company, anyway. Paul and Kropp watch their buddy approach the girls and talk to them. Kropp tries to listen in, while Paul sits down. KROPP (CONT'D) What's he saying? He can't hear him. He's too far away. Franz does a little jig for the girls. Kropp LAUGHS. KROPP (CONT'D) Look, he's just making a fool of himself. (mocks him) "Oh là là , vous-êtes très belles." (calls) Franz! Save the skinny dark-haired one for me! But Franz doesn't react. The girls LAUGH and talk to him. Finally he takes one of the girls' burlap bags and takes off with them. Kropp's grin freezes on his his face. KROPP (CONT'D) Hey, where's he going...? (calls) Franz?! No answer. Steinberger loses his patience. SERGEANT STEINBERGER Kropp! Those potatoes won't peel themselves. The company needs to eat. Kropp stares after his buddy, longingly. Then he heads back to the shelter, where they are peeling potatoes. He shakes his head. KROPP If the war were over now... you know what I'd do now? KAT There's no peace. It's not over yet.CONTINUED: (2) 43 43 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 33. KROPP Sure, but if -- Damn, then there'd be girls again, too, right? PAUL That too. KROPP I wouldn't wear pants for a week, I swear. What about you, Paul? PAUL (shrugs) Beats me. Can't think of anything. KAT I should kick your ass for even starting talking like that. Kat has spotted a beetle in the mature and lets it crawl over his hand. Kropp takes his stick out and starts whittling. Tjaden butts in. TJADEN I'd stay with the Prussians. KROPP You're crazy. TJADEN Ever dug peat? Try it. KROPP Can't be worse than trench digging in the Champagne. TJADEN Takes longer, though. And you can't shirk... In the peacetime army, your mess is no problem, either. Your food arrives every morning, or you raise a stink. You got your bunk, fresh laundry every week, make NCO, get all kinds of nice stuff. In the evening, you go to a bar... He stares in reverie. TJADEN (CONT'D) When your twelve years are over, you get your retirement. Kat uses his knife to poke a few air holes in a box of matches. He pads the box with leaves and puts the beetle in it. Tjaden rambles off the cuff.CONTINUED: (3) 43 43 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 34. TJADEN (CONT'D) Just imagine being a Ranger. A cognac here, a pint there. Everyone wants to be friends with a Ranger. KAT There's a catch to your plan, though, Tjaden. TJADEN Which one? KAT You'll never make non-com. Tjaden eyes him, stricken. Reality comes crashing back. TJADEN You always get hung up on such nonsense. It doesn't help, does it? He turns away, grumbling. OMITTED 44 44 | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. FIELD POST OFFICE / STAGING AREA CAMP - DAY 45 45 The driver unloads several bags of mail from the back of the truck and carries them into the camp post office. SOLDIERS throng a table, on which a bag of mail is emptied out. Kat is stuck in the throng and fights her way to the fore. Tjaden digs through it on the other side of the table. TJADEN Hey, Kat! He holds out a letter to Kat. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. MEADOW / STAGING AREA CAMP - DAY 46 46 Behind the camp, Kat drags a latrine box across the meadow, till he reaches another latrine box, where Paul is sitting comfortably, writing in his diary. Kat wordlessly drops his drawers and sits down on the latrine. He hands Paul his letter. KAT Here. He digs out a cigarette, as Paul opens the envelope and reads it aloud. It seems like a kind of ritual.CONTINUED: (4) 43 43 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 35. PAUL (reads) Honeybuns! You asked for a food package. Four helpings of wurst and pork fat are on the way, a few cakes, sauerkraut and bockwurst, one dose of Hing- Hingfong essence with sugar cubes. Oh, and a jar of plum jam. Don't eat it all at once, I don't wanna send another package anytime soon. Better-- Better not share with your buddies. (to Kat) God damn, what a scrawl. KAT Hm. Kat puffs his cigar, grinning. Yellow barrage blimps on the horizon and white puffs of flak. A DOGFIGHT in the sky over them, plus the distant ROAR of battle. Like a thunderstorm. PAUL (reads) I have to ask you one more thing, honeybuns: How much have you saved up yet? Can you maybe send some home? They say it's gonna be over soon, you want some money left over. Now you gonna think, listen to the old lady, hitting me up for money, but you know me, I can never get enough, give her an inch and I'll take a mile. So don't give up on the last lap. Carl Lemmer is in hospital in the East, something with his stomach, and he was hardly there for three weeks. Can't you take sick leave with your back? You already did your part, dintcha? (to Kat) If she could only see you now, sitting in the sun with your cigar. KAT Hm. Kat relishes the sun. Paul laughs and keeps reading. PAUL On Sunday I'm going... to our little one's grave. (hesitates) I'll read to him again, he always like that so much. CONTINUED: 46 46 (MORE) (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 36. Next-- next year we'll go together and celebrate his tenth birthday. Well, that's all I have to say, kisses from your wifey. Goodbye! One of the airplanes over them is HIT and CRASHES out of the sky in a plume of smoke like a comet. Paul GULPS and folds up the letter, sheepishly meets his buddy's gaze. PAUL (CONT'D) I didn't know. KAT What's gonna happen now, Paul? Are we gonna go home some day? And go back to our old life, where they all just wanna know if you were in close quarters combat. We'll be like travelers in a landscape from a bygone era... I wonder if I'd rather sit around the campfire with you and Tjaden and Kropp and Müller eating baked jacket potatoes. Kat shrugs and takes a deep drag off his smoking cigar. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. STAGING AREA CAMP BEHIND THE FRONT LINES - NIGHT 47 47 Night has fallen. The barracks are still and dark. A single soldier returns to camp... Müller. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. BARRACKS / STAGING AREA CAMP - NIGHT 48 48 In the barracks, the men lie in their bunks, asleep. Paul opens his eyes, as Franz quietly gets undressed by his cot. He whispers. PAUL Franz...? MÃœLLER Yeah? PAUL We gotta get up at six. Look for a few kids. MÃœLLER What happened? PAUL Got lost. Franz nods. Paul can't hide his curiosity.CONTINUED: (2) 46 46 PAUL (CONT'D) (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 37. PAUL (CONT'D) How was it? MÃœLLER Mmh. Nice. PAUL Yeah? MÃœLLER (nods) Here, smell. Franz hands him a scarf he has tied around his neck. Paul takes it and sniffs. Mmh. Heavenly. PAUL What's her name? MÃœLLER Eloise. PAUL (sniffs again) "Eloise." MÃœLLER Mmh. Her skin is white as milk. And her breasts... Franz stands beside the bed, wordlessly, and gives in to the beautiful image. Same with Paul... what a dream. Albert sits up in the next bunk. KROPP Hey. I wanna turn, too. Paul reluctantly passes the scarf to Albert, who takes it and sniffs, shutting his eyes in relish. Tjaden leans over. TJADEN Kropp... Kropp! No hogging. Kropp hands the scarf to Tjaden, who inhales the smell of the girl intently. He whispers to his buddies. TJADEN (CONT'D) A girl like that never has dirty fingernails. Maybe some sand off the beach. KROPP Yeah. I bet she bathes twice a day. Franz has had enough. MÃœLLER Gimme that.CONTINUED: 48 48 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 38. With that, he yanks the scarf away from them. He will wear it all the time from now on. INT/ | ROMANCE |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. DIPLOMAT'S LIMOUSINE / SCHOOL - DAY 49 49 A shot-up school by the side of the road. A wall of new, unvarnished coffins long one side, at least a hundred. A squad of tired SOLDIERS buries them in a hole. A convoy of three limousines ROARS by with their brights flashing. Little flags flap on the fenders, the sides are decorated with the Imperial eagle. Diplomats. Two SOLDIERS on the runner boards of the leading vehicle: One of them blows a long HORN to ask for a cease fire. The other waves a big white sheet as a flag. A pudgy man with spectacles and mustache sits in the second car: MATTHIAS ERZBERGER, 43, Secretary of State and head of the Armistice Negotiation Delegation. Erzberger is a Centrist politician and a Catholic pacifist. He sweats a lot. Up front in the passenger seat sits GENERAL FRIEDRICHS, 50, military hard-liner and combat vet. A scar across his cheek. The roads are in terrible shape, riddled with potholes, mud and craters. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS The Frenchmen have advanced their train to Tergnier. From there, they will take the train at night. ERZBERGER Thank you for the escort. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS No problem. With a little advance warning we could've fixed the potholes, too. Erzberger stares at the coffins. Friedrichs doesn't even notice them. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS (CONT'D) The High Command will join us in Compiègne? ERZBERGER (shakes his head) The High Command is not part of the delegation. Friedrichs gapes. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS ... You think that's a good idea?CONTINUED: (2) 48 48 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 39. ERZBERGER What I think is of no matter. The Reichs Chancellor himself formed the Delegation. I'm just doing his bidding. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS With all due respect, Mr. Erzberger, shouldn't the General Command support you in the negotiations? ERZBERGER No. The general consensus is that the Allies have had enough of our military... German uniforms aren't so popular there. Friedrichs eyes the diplomat in the rear-view mirror. Erzberger goes on. ERZBERGER (CONT'D) Even if it's hard for you to accept, General, I'm afraid you will have to accept orders from a civilian. Believe me, it wasn't my idea. Friedrichs swallows his anger, then looks forward again. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. WOODS / ROAD - DAY 50 50 A HORN HONKS, heralding the convoy's arrival in the early- morning woods. A squad of soldiers watches the car go by: Kat, Tjaden, Paul, Kropp, Müller and three others. Tjaden snaps to and salutes as a joke. TJADEN Look, it's the Kaiser himself. KAT Sock counter. They cross the street and disappear in the woods. KROPP The Kaiser is top dog, right? MÜLLER Mmh. KROPP And everyone has to salute him? Really everyone?CONTINUED: 49 49 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 40. TJADEN Yeah, sure. Kropp smiles. MÜLLER What? KROPP I was just picturing Hindenburg clicking his heels and snapping to attention. | COMEDY |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. WOODS - DAY 51 51 DESOLATE WOODS off to one side of the road -- blasted trees, pock-marked ground. Terrible craters here and there. The soldiers have spread out. Paul walks alongside Kat. PAUL That's a hell of a blast. KAT Mine thrower. He points his barrel up -- a dead body dangles in the branches, naked, only his underwear on one leg, and a helmet on his head. Both his arms are missing, like a doll. Scraps of uniform stick in the mud. KAT (CONT'D) He got blasted out of his uniform. PAUL Is he one of the guys we're looking for? Kat shakes his head. KAT He's been hanging there for a while. Our kids have only been gone since yesterday. PAUL No joke, Kat. TJADEN Don't get soft. The men keep going toward the edge of the woods. MÃœLLER How many are we looking for?CONTINUED: 50 50 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 41. KAT Sixty men. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. TRAIN YARD BEHIND FRONT LINES - DAY 52 52 It's noon. The squad walks along the railroad embankment in a row, finally coming to a stop: The train tracks are bent up before them. Beyond, a deserted train station has been completely destroyed by bombardment. The windows are shot out, the walls knocked down, a few overturned boxcars by the tracks. The men sit down around a flatbed wagon. Tjaden gets their rations out of his knapsack and eyes the sandwiches grumpily. TJADEN Turnip sandwiches for breakfast, turnip sandwiches for lunch, turnip sandwiches all the time, I can't stand it anymore. Albert's canteen is empty. He heads over to a train shed, chewing, where he fills his canteen at a pump. Suddenly he looks up: The faded poster of a front-line theater from last year. He goes toward it with interest... Meanwhile, Kat looks around, suspiciously. Tjaden calls after them. TJADEN (CONT'D) Tell me when you find them. I'm not taking another step. Kat keeps going, warily. Something's wrong here. Empty shells strewn on the ground, which the fog creeps over. Eerie silence. Paul and Franz join him. KAT Gas. They were gassed. Kat kicks a canister on the ground. They proceed toward the destroyed train station. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TRAIN YARD / ENGINE HALL - DAY 53 53 WHOOSH. Kat pushes open a gate to a train station hall. Light falls into the dark. His eyes have to adapt... The men switch on their flashlights. Wordlessly, Kat nods to his mates, the men split up and spread out. Paul is alone now...CONTINUED: 51 51 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 42. A long hall full of rust and shards. A pile of shells, old engines, huge puddles on the floor... Paul clutches his gun. Kat tiptoes though the next hall, when he suddenly listens up: Behind, Paul has opened a door, slips outside. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TRAIN YARD / BETWEEN TWO HALLS - DAY 54 54 Paul goes up a dark alley between two storehouses. A sudden NOISE. Paul holds his breath, cocks his rifle. Rain water drips from the roofs... There it is again. He feels his way forward, step by step, then he startles...: GAUNT BIRDS peck at a dead dog on a chain. The birds scatter. Paul breathes a sigh of relief. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. TRAIN YARD BEHIND FRONT LINES - DAY 55 55 The rest of the squad sits in the sun, eating their sandwiches. Albert still stands at the faded posters from last year. All of a sudden, he sees a GIRL in a bright summer dress and a red lacquer belt, wearing white stockings and white shoes with a dainty buckle and heels. She holds her straw hat with one hand. The blue ocean behind her, a gentleman beside her. The girl is like a miracle to Kropp. So much beauty and so much happiness: That's what peace is like. He draws his knife with a grin and cuts away the rival. Then he folds up the picture and puts it in his pocket. | ROMANCE |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TRAIN YARD / WAREHOUSE - DAY 56 56 A coat on the ground. Old blankets. A few pots of beans in the dirt. Soldiers once housed here, but it looks like they departed in haste. Paul sneaks along the halls reaching a rusted door. For a moment, he listens to the silence, then he plucks up his courage and opens the bolt. He pushes the door open with his barrel, as it SQUEAKS on its hinges. He gingerly crosses the threshold...CONTINUED: 53 53Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 43. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TRAIN YARD / STOREROOM - DAY 57 57 It's dark and quiet in the storeroom. It's quiet as a grave. All we hear is a few drops from the ceiling and the BUZZ of a swarm of flies. Paul stares... His breath in the damp air, fears rises in his eyes. A sticky pile in FG, flies BUZZ around it. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TRAIN YARD / ENGINE HALL - DAY 58 58 Franz in a hallway of the building when we hear SHOUTS in the distance. PAUL (O.S.) Kat... Kat!? Franz turns on his heel, then Kat joins him from a side wing. They head up the hall together... | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. TRAIN YARD / STOREROOM - DAY 59 59 A moment later, they reach Paul in the storeroom -- Franz Müller makes a face. MÜLLER Fuck. SIXTY RECRUITS on the floor before them, all DEAD. Blue faces, black lips, frozen in place, their gas masks in their lifeless hands, like they were struck dead. They're all dead. KAT Fucking kids. MÜLLER They took their masks off too soon. Kat heads over to the dead: Pale faces with cramped hands. None older than 18, their uniforms much too big for them. Wordlessly, Kat opens a satchel on his belt and gets out a handful of chlorinated lime. He goes along the row of bodies and sprinkles them with lime... Skinny, white bodies in the dark, shining like funeral shrouds. Kat tosses lime on a BOY (17), who suddenly wakes up and starts to COUGH. He stares at him, wide-eyed and trembling on the floor, too scared to move. Kat quickly kneels down to him. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 44. KAT Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. Can you hear me? The recruit nods, a crust of blood in his ears. KAT (CONT'D) Can you speak? What's your name? My name is Kat. THE BOY E... e... He can't get any more out. Paul approaches and hands him his canteen, but he's too weak. He CHOKES and COUGHS. Müller indicates his boots. MÜLLER Look at those boots. Those are nice boots. Right, Kat? KAT Come on, let's get him out of here. Paul and Kat help the kid get up. They help him limp out of the room, while Müller ogles his boots: They're made of soft yellow leather, with nice buckles on the shaft. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. TRAIN YARD BEHIND FRONT LINES - DAY 60 60 Outside, in the fresh air, the kid keels over again. He shyly sticks a hand out for a canteen. Kat holds it up to his mouth. KAT Not so fast. That's better. The kid catches his breath again. KAT (CONT'D) Can you walk? We'll take you to the infirmary. The kid nods. He bravely tries to get on his feet, but he can do it alone. Paul and Kat have to support him. They stagger across the courtyard with him a few feet, then he vomits a gush of blood and collapses in exhaustion again. He lies on the ground, pale as a sheet. He whispers. Kat crouches down to him. KAT (CONT'D) Easy, easy. It'll pass --CONTINUED: 59 59 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 45. THE BOY St--stay... stay here. KAT Sssh. THE BOY Stay here. KAT Don't worry. I won't leave you. Kat takes the boy's hands, who can hardly breathe. His face is wet with soft tears, which he tries to suppress. He's very brave. One last gasp, then he's dead. Kat looks at him for one more moment, then he lets go of his hands and gets up. Paul can hardly breathe. The soldiers silently stare at the dead kid. Tjaden nods. TJADEN Germany will be depopulated soon. Müller joins him on the ground, taking the kid's boots off. He wordlessly holds up the soles to his own, then puts them on. They fit perfectly. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. EQUISAC MANOR - NIGHT 61 61 Night. A diplomatic limousine pulls up to a mansion. The DRIVER jumps out and opens the door, snapping to. A BOY waits with a dog. General Friedrichs takes the dog, wordlessly. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. EQUISAC MANOR - NIGHT 62 62 General Friedrichs quickly strides through courtyard, past a group of smoking OFFICERS, who salute him. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. EGUISAC MANOR / HALL - NIGHT 63 63 The General leads the dog down the hall. SOLDIERS snap to and salute. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. EGUISAC MANOR / STUDY - NIGHT 64 64 A big study: The Division HQ. The dog sits down by the fireplace as Friedrichs storms in, helping himself to a cigarette from a silver box. He greedily lights it. CONTINUED: 60 60 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 46. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF (47) salutes patiently. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF General, Sir. No answer. Friedrichs goes to the window, turning his back on him. Friedrichs takes a deep drag. Then, finally... GENERAL FRIEDRICHS What's new, Major? MAJOR VON BRIXDORF The Frenchmen are putting on pressure, Sir. Our scouts intercepted orders this morning to advance several divisions to Latierre. Apparently, an Armored Regiment is still stuck in Fernancourt... We have to expect an attack. The only sound is the TICKING of a grandfather clock at the head of the room. Friedrichs nods... as he expected. He takes a tired drag off his cigarette. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS Social Democracy is the doom of mankind. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF ...? General, Sir...? GENERAL FRIEDRICHS I just put a delegation in a train to go to Compiègne and negotiate an armistice. These men are traitors to our country, Major. But my orders are to wage war. And before anyone tells me otherwise, I will continue to fight for every meter. Friedrichs extinguishes his cigarette, then he looks at the major. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS (CONT'D) The Frenchman want to force us to our knees, so we have to accept their demands... We have to counterattack, with all our might. We have to stay strong. The next generation of recruits is due in a few months. I will never surrender. Von Brixdorf nods. That's an order.CONTINUED: 64 64Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 47. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN - NIGHT 65 65 The lights of a train peel out of the dark. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN / ERZBERGER'S COMPARTMENT - NIGHT 66 66 CLACK-CLACK. CLACK-CLACK. CLACK-CLACK. The monotonous rattle of the train on the tracks. Erzberger can't sleep and sits up in the middle of the night. He pulls his sheets back and picks up pen and paper, making a few notes. The photo of a young man in a frame on his night stand: His son. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN / HALL - NIGHT 67 67 WHOOSH. Erzberger comes out of his compartment in his pajama. He rubs his face, tired, then staggers down the hall to the toilet. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN / TOILET - NIGHT 68 68 Erzberger opens the toilet lid. He quietly whispers to himself, rehearsing a bit. ERZBERGER ... in the interest of -- I have to insist... I demand, that-- A sudden JERK in the train. Erzberger staggers and misses the toilet. He CURSES softly. ERZBERGER (CONT'D) Damn. He washes his hands and looks for a towel, can't find one, then he looks out into the dark. The window is painted over, through a narrow slit you can see -- A CLEARING IN A BARE FOREST. A second train stands a few hundred meters off on parallel tracks. Wood boards through the mud between the two trains. FRENCH SOLDIERS stand guard, as a grey man gets out of the train. Skinny. Stern. Proud. His uniform fits perfectly. He's FERDINAND JEAN MARIE FOCH (67), French Marshal and Supreme Allied Commander. He lights his pipe. Erzberger -- with wet hands, dressed in his pajama -- starts to SWEAT. He wipes his hands on his pajama pants. Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 48. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN / HALL - NIGHT 69 69 CLACK. Erzberger opens the toilet door and ties the belt of his robe to cover his wet pants. Suddenly, a young man stands before him: Cavalry CAPTAIN VON HELLDORF (27), the delegation's interpreter. He quickly emerges from his compartment and pulls his robe shut. VON HELLDORF What? ERZBERGER We're here. Erzberger can't hide how much it weighs on him. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. STAGING CAMP - NIGHT 70 70 The quiet camp in the dark. A few petroleum lamps burn. Lieutenant Hoppe marches over to the Barracks. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. BARRACKS / STAGING AREA CAMP - NIGHT 71 71 The barracks lies in the dark, as the light suddenly comes on again. Lt. Hoppe staggers down the hall, loudly hitting the bunk beds with a cane. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Soldiers! Pack your knapsacks, roll up your bedding, wash your mess kits. Our Regiment will advance to the front line. Anyone who can stand is coming. The SOLDIERS sit up in bed. Hoppe quickly loses his temper. He starts to SCREAM. LIEUTENANT HOPPE (CONT'D) Get out, God damn it! You think the French will wait for you to comb your pubes? Anyone who's not on the truck in fifteen minutes, I will chase on foot with the truck myself! The place comes alive. The soldiers leap out of their beds. Paul stuffs his things into his knapsack. Müller slips his boots on. Kat buttons up his shirt. KAT Here we go. MÜLLER Where to? (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 49. KAT To battle. The men nod and buckle on their daggers and spades. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. TROOP TRUCK / ROAD BEHIND THE FRONT - NIGHT 72 72 A convoy of hard-top trucks barrels through the night. The road is pot-holed and worn. The trucks have their lights off and hit all the bumps. The men stand crowded on the back of the lead vehicle. There's no room for anyone to sit. Paul, Kat, Müller and Tjaden sway monotonously between the others. Kropp carves a stick, giving it its finishing touches. Suddenly, a reedy NOTE sounds: He plays the flute he carved. It gradually turns into a TUNE... short, but eerily beautiful. KROPP For my sister. Paul nods. The trucks turn off their brights, one after the other. They cruise through the dark. OMITTED 73 73 | SONG. |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / ENTRY TO ACCESS TRENCH - FIRST LIGHT 74 74 An indefinite blue-black light on the horizon, illuminated by muzzle flashes of distant cannons. The air is muggy with gunsmoke and fog. Flares shoot up here and there. It's silent otherwise. The soldiers jump into the access trench one after the other, wearing backpacks. Their heads and rifles stick out like out of a pond, then they disappear underground. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / ENTRY TO ACCESS TRENCH - FIRST LIGHT 75 75 The soldiers goose-step along the trench. Paul stubbornly stares at the back of the guy in front of him. Müller is wearing his scarf and is proud of his boots. Kropp quietly plays his FLUTE. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN - DUSK 76 76 Early morning: It's dawning outside.CONTINUED: 71 71 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 50. The rest of the distinguished delegation sit with Erzberger and Major General von Winterfeldt in a generous compartment, which was turned into a meeting room: MAJOR GENERAL DETLEF VON WINTERFELDT (51), the Reich Chancellor's military attaché, dressed in uniform from head to toe. Navy Captain ERNST VON VANSELOW (42), ALFRED COUNT VON OBERNDORFF (47) -- members of the Foreign Ministry, CAPTAIN GEYER (36) and the translator: Von Helldorf. The train is comfortable, almost luxurious. ATTENDANTS in white uniforms. A generous breakfast on the table: Fruit and croissants. Cheese and eggs... everything you could want. Erzberger writes in his notebook, trying to concentrate, while Oberndorff noisily scarfs down his breakfast. Winterfeldt nervously jiggles his foot under the table, impatiently pulls his watch out of his vest pocket. A BUTLER arrives with a plate. BUTLER Omelette au jambon? VON HELLDORF Oui. Von Helldorf raises his hand. The Butler brings it. Erzberger writes in his notebook, when his ink pen suddenly leaks. Cursing, he tries to wipe the ink off with a napkin. A sudden KNOCK at the door. A FRENCH INTERPRETER enters. A brief nod in greeting; he speaks with an accent. INTERPRETER Monsieur le Maréchal will see you now. Erzberger looks around, awestruck. He gulps. ERZBERGER Gentlemen, as Representative of the German Reichs Government, I wish us the Lord's aid and guidance. The men get up from the table. Von Helldorf downs a few bites of his omelette. Erzberger pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the sweat off his gleaming brow. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. COMPIÈGNE WOODS - DUSK 77 77 Two trains side by side on the tracks, only separated by a narrow woods. It's fall. The trees are bare. The leaves rot on the ground.CONTINUED: 76 76 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 51. French guardsmen with guns slung over their shoulders and escort the German Delegation to the train of the Allied Powers. They have their collars up. Erzberger suddenly slips and gets his shoe stuck in the mud. He swears. ERZBERGER Damn. It's a bad omen. Panting, he tries to wipe off his shoe on the boards... his breath in the cold air. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. MARSHAL FOCH'S TRAIN - DUSK 78 78 CLACK. The door opens. The delegates climb up the steps to the compartment: A remodeled dining car serves as the meeting room. The walls are wood paneled. Expensive furniture. Marshal Foch sits at a long oak table with the rest of the Allied delegates: MAJOR GENERAL MAXIME WEYGAND (51), Frenchman, the Marshal's close adviser. ADMIRAL GEORGE HOPE (49), Deputy First Sea Lord of the British Navy. ADMIRAL ROSSLYN WEMYSS (54), First Sea Lord and thus Hope's commander. Off to one side sits a YOUNG OFFICER who serves as scribe. The interpreter introduces the German delegation. INTERPRETER Monsieur le maréchal... La délégation allemande. The proud men rise for a moment. He snaps into a salute, then they all sit down again. A draft treaty on the table before them. Erzberger nods in greeting and sits down with the German delegation. He looks at his notes with sweat on his brow. ERZBERGER I stand before you in the hope you will take our presence as an opportunity to suspend hostilities. In the name of humanity, I urge you to agree to an immediate ceasefire for the duration of our negotiations, to save our nations unnecessary losses. The bloodshed must end today... Matthias Erzberger, head of the German Armistice Commission. He gulps, while the Interpreter ends the translation. Foch and his men eye him deadpan. No one offers him a chair. No one says a word.CONTINUED: 77 77 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 52. Foch eyes Weygand coolly. FOCH Que désirent ces messieurs? Von Helldorf clears his throat. VON HELLDORF Marshal Foch asks what brings the gentlemen here. ERZBERGER Monsieur le maréchal. We look forward to your suggestions for reaching a final armistice on land, sea and air. The interpreter translates. Foch answers. FOCH Suggestions? Dites aux messieurs que je n n'ai aucune suggestion pour eux.VON HELLDORF Suggestions? I don't have any suggestions for you. ERZBERGER What does he mean? Erzberger looks around, confused, but his fellow delegates don't know, either. Von Helldorf gives it a shot. VON HELLDORF Perhaps he disapproves of the formulation. ERZBERGER Sure, fine. Then... VON HELLDORF (to Foch) Monsieur, le maréchal. Si vous permettez, on aimerais connaître les conditions-- FOCH Vous souhaitez l'armistice? Alors, dites-le! Foch interrupts him abruptly. Both sides stare at each other. Winterfeldt finally breaks the silence. MAJOR GENERAL WINTERFELDT He wants you to ask him formally. ERZBERGER Monsieur, I – I would like to request a cease fire.CONTINUED: 78 78 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 53. VON HELLDORF Nous demandons un armistice. Erzberger swallows his pride, sounding pretty meek. He nervously plays with his napkin, still with ink on his fingers. Foch eyes the man across from him disparagingly, twiddling his moustache. He finally slides a treaty across the table to them. FOCH On vous donne 72 heures pour accepter nos conditions. Mais que ne vous y trompez pas... Ce n'est pas une négociation. La guerre est la guerre, on continue jusqu'à ce que vous signiez.VON HELLDORF (CONT'D) We will give you 72 hours, to accept our conditions. But please don't get me wrong... This is not a negotiation. War is war, and it will go on until you sign. ERZBERGER 72 hours? Monsieur le maréchal, don't let 72 hours go by. People are dying out there! FOCH Alors, signiez. Erzberger has worked himself into a rage, but Foch holds out the ink open to him... The German doesn't accept it. Finally, the Marshal gets up from his chair and wordlessly leaves the car. Erzberger looks at von Helldorf, who takes the treaty. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / TRENCH - DUSK 79 79 It's foggy at the front and still almost dark. A dead horse is rotting on the battlefield. A soldier with no hands lies beside it, caught in a wire obstacle. The silent SOLDIERS are spread out in the trench. Sergeant Steinberger stands at periscope binoculars, observing the enemy lines. A young RECRUIT has to VOMIT. It's terribly quiet. Paul has taken his position beside his friends. Kat sticks a package of chewing tobacco in his mouth. Kropp takes out the half-poster from the theater. He smoothes it out, kisses the girl, and pins it to the wall with a stick. He whispers. KROPP I'll be right back. He looks at Paul. KROPP (CONT'D) Jealous, huh?CONTINUED: (2) 78 78 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 54. Paul smiles. You can't hear much except for his breath. INT/ | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / TRENCH - DUSK 80 80 Lt. Hoppe holds a field phone in a shelter, receiving orders and nodding. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Yes, Sir. He hangs up wordlessly, goes out to the trench. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / TRENCH - DUSK 81 81 A thick fog bank lies over No Man's Land as Sgt. Steinberger approaches Hoppe. Finally, a quiet order. LIEUTENANT HOPPE Soldiers, march. SERGEANT STEINBERGER Soldiers, march. The Sergeant passes on the command to his men. The order echoes down the trench. Paul clutches his rifle. A last breath, and the men climb out.. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / NO MAN'S LAND - DUSK 82 82 Paul and his fellow soldiers robotically race over the battlefield toward the enemy lines, their bayonets before them. GASP. Dirt. Fog. Mud. They jump over barbed wire. Finally, the enemy lines emerge from the fog. The first MGs rattle. Behind Paul, FELLOW SOLDIERS fall in the mud like flies. RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. Bullets SAIL by Paul and hit his fellows. LIEUTENANT HOPPE waves them onward, SCREAMING, when he is hit by an explosion. He staggers, his momentum carries him on a few steps until he finally falls to his knees. Paul reaches for his Commanding Officer in the dense artillery smoke. He gasps: Shrapnel has torn half his face off. He lets go of him, aghast. He overcomes his panic and gives in to anger. He staggers on blindly, toward the enemy trenches, keeps on going. Into hell on earth. Like a feral beast.CONTINUED: 79 79Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 55. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / FRENCH TRENCH - DUSK 83 83 RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. A French MG GUNNER fires deadly salvos. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / NO MAN'S LAND - DUSK 84 84 All hell breaks loose around us, coloring the fog red. Paul staggers and falls, getting back up, forced to take cover behind an earth berm. He wipes the dirt from his face. Then he crawls up the wall and pulls a hand grenade out of his satchel. Trembling, he pulls the pin and tosses it in the enemy trench, where young eyes flash under enemy helmets. CALLS and SHOUTS. THE MG falls silent. Then: BOOM! The hand grenade explodes, tearing the French SOLDIERS apart. Anger. Sweat. Blood. Death. Paul struggles up and charges over the berm, FIRING into the enemy trench, SCREAMING, and charging into it. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / FRENCH TRENCH - DUSK 85 85 A few DEAD SOLDIERS killed by the hand grenade before them. A FRENCHMAN tries to flee. Paul SHOOTS him at close quarters. Another one of them is barely alive. Paul stabs him with his bayonet, where it gets stuck between the ribs. He rams his feet in his ribs to pull it out. A FRENCHMAN attacks him from behind, Paul drops his bayonet. He gets his trench shovel out with his other hand and HITS the man with the sharp edge of his shovel. The Frenchman defends himself with his arms, but it's no use. The sound of BREAKING BONES. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! GASPING, the Frenchman falls into the black mud, his hand on his shattered collar bone, blood oozing out between his fingers. Paul Bäumer stands over him. They exchange looks: Innocent eyes, filled with the horror of this waking nightmare. The Frenchman can hardly breathe and clutches Paul's collar, desperately. Blood GURGLES in his throat. His body drains. He whispers. FRENCH SOLDIERS Pourquoi tu veux me tuer? Je veux pas te tuer... Pourquoi? He stares up at the German, who stands there, transfixed, his shovel raised for the next blow, staring like a wild beast. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 56. Müller appears out of nowhere. He draws his gun and SHOOTS the man in the head, matter of factly. MÜLLER Let's keep going, Paul! Paul takes his eyes off the man and runs after his comrade. CUT TO: FURTHER ALONG THE TRENCH Kat and Tjaden maker their way along the trench until they reach a bunker. A FRENCHMAN tries to escape, but Kat HITS him in the face with his rifle butt. Kat quickly secures the entrance of the bunker, then Tjaden tosses a hand grenade into the bunker. The earth trembles. A BLAST, smoke and groans. A French OFFICER staggers out, ears bleeding. Kat stabs him with his bayonet, as Paul and Franz join him from BG. Franz staggers on without stopping to catch his breath. CUT TO: FURTHER ALONG THE TRENCH The FRENCH are overrun. Paul staggers after Kat and Tjaden, breathlessly. He falls on a soft body, struggles back up. CUT TO: SIDE TRENCH Kat and Tjaden exchange GUNFIRE with two Frenchmen, until they lie dead on the ground. Another one turns on his heel and takes cover in a shelter. Kat hurries after them, pulls out a grenade, but Tjaden holds him back and runs past him. A mad look, a deep breath, then Tjaden charges into the shelter with a madman's glee, SCREAMING and FIRING blindly. Kat charges after him. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. LATIERRE / FRENCH SHELTER / KITCHEN - DUSK 86 86 It's the kitchen. Three FRENCHMEN have taken cover here. Tjaden shoots all three, a Kat kneels at the door, covering him.CONTINUED: 85 85 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 57. Bullets whip the dirt, cans EXPLODE on the shelves. Finally, all the Frenchmen are hit and lie on the floor, bleeding. Tjaden heads to the shelves, plundering their supplies. He draws his knife and opens a can of corned beef, spreads it on a baguette. FRENCHMEN run by the door. While Paul keeps guard, Kat finds a bottle of Cognac and opens it. Kat, Paul and Tjaden drink and scarf the food down, hungrily. They look at the ground with dirty eyes, chewing. They still their hunger. It tastes good. They suddenly freeze: A swarm of RATS flees through the kitchen and disappears underground... The men exchange looks, with a sinking feeling. Then, softly, very softly, we hear a RUMBLE in the distance. The ground trembles. Cooking pots rattle on the ceiling. Water drips down the tent canvas... Tjaden takes another quick bite. The three men run out. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / FRENCH TRENCH - DAY 87 87 Outside, the German soldiers are lined up in the trench, aiming their rifles out at the French side. Paul chambers his rifle, dropping his ammo belt into the muddy water. He picks it up with trembling hand and takes his place beside Kropp and Müller... The men stare into space, transfixed. A loud ROAR comes at them: Suddenly, steel monsters appear out of the fog: Three FRENCH SAINT-CHAMOND TANKS roll at them from behind the front. A 75mm canon barrel in front, four Hotchkiss MGs on the sides. The monsters crawl toward the trench unstoppably. All hell breaks loose. RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. The German MGs open fire, but the bullets just bounce off the steel plating. The steel monsters stop, their cannons swivel. Kat drags Paul down to the ground before the tank cannons shoot back, blasting everything in their path to shreds. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Bodies are flung in the air out of the mud. The MG EXPLODES. The German soldiers start to flee. In a panic, they clamber out of the trench, running back to their own lines through No- Man's Land. Paul crawls back to Franz and Albert, helps them up out of the mud.CONTINUED: 86 86 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 58. SERGEANT STEINBERGER Hold your ground! Close ranks! THUMP. Sgt. Steinberger gets shot. Paul and Kropp fire away, but the attack is just too strong. The first tank has almost reached then. Kat SHOUTS through the barrage. KAT Hand grenades! Aim for the tracks when they're over us! Paul huddles at the bottom of the trench with Kropp and Müller. The ground shakes. One position further on, a belching tank ruthlessly crushes two SOLDIERS, crawling in the mud at the bottom of the trench. Their bodies sink into the mud. RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. The Hotchkiss mows the fleeing soldiers in the trench down with a salvo. Then, a tank crosses the trench right over their heads. VRRRRR. The ENGINE NOISE is unbearable. Another cannon blasts. BOOM! Dirt rains down on our soldiers. A few walls collapse. Kropp SCREAMS, but no one hears him. COMBAT NOISES drown everything out. The men shrink together in their pale skin, until the monster rolls by. It crawls on unstoppably, at a walking pace through No Man's Land, across to the German lines. Kat BARKS. KAT (CONT'D) After it. PAUL Let's go... Franz! But Müller is carried off by a group of INFANTRY SOLDIERS. He calls out, but can't be heard any more. Paul and Kropp grab their grenades and follow the soldiers, around Kat over the berm onto the battlefield. | FIGHT |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / NO MAN'S LAND - DAY 88 88 WHOMP. The tank behind our guys fires a shell which hits right behind them. Paul struggles up and runs after the lead steel beast, firing its MG at the men. Then he pulls the pins of the hand grenades to place them on the track. They hit the dirt and take cover.CONTINUED: 87 87 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 59. BOOM! The grenades blast the tank treads. A GRINDING and SQUEALING noise as the tread comes off, stopping the tank in its tracks. Kropp jumps up and throws a hand grenade through the visor. THUMP. A muffled explosion inside the tank, then a door opens and two burning GRENADIERS stagger out. Paul and Kat SHOOT them with their rifles. One position further on, the tank burns brightly as Kropp SHOOTS in the visor like crazy. Then he stops and looks up. KROPP Paul. They turn around. In the middle of No Man's Land, 20 meters from the trench, the worst nightmare of modern warfare appears: FLAME THROWERS! They appear out of the fog, advancing in a row. The French INFANTRYMEN have the deadly canisters on their backs. A second SOLDIER holds the hoses, spurting fire. Long, deadly flames shoot out of the long nozzles, incinerating anything in their way. The smell of petroleum wafts over with the gun smoke. We can hear the Germans' DYING SCREAMS, being burned alive. The psychological effect can instantly be felt. Fear and terror seize the soldiers. Even the most hardened men turn and run. Behind them, hundreds of FRENCHMEN advance in a dark mass. Our guys quickly duck, before they come under fire. KAT Open fire! Open fire! Paul feverishly reloads, but then one of the bullets jams... suddenly he looks and finds himself in the middle of the barrage the approaching INFRANTRYMEN fire at them. Kat is in charge. KAT (CONT'D) Retreat! Retreat! BAM! BAM! BAM! Bullets whizz by, forcing the men to flee. Paul runs a few meters behind Kat when a shell hits beside him. BOOM! Paul is hurled through the air with a hail of dirt and hits the ground, hard. He digs his way out and gasps for breath, the shock wave still ringing in his ears. He looks around, dazed...CONTINUED: 88 88 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 60. A fews steps on, Kat is getting up out of the mud. The French soldiers cross the trenches and approach inexorably. A group of GERMAN SOLDIERS wants to surrender. They climb out of a crater with their hands up, but are shot by the FRENCH. Albert kneels right by them, tries to escape from a flame thrower. WHOOSH! Too late. The flames consume him. The smell of petroleum wafts over with the gun smoke. We can hear the Germans' DYING SCREAMS, being burned alive. Paul GASPS. PAUL Albert... Paul wants to help, but Kat grabs him by the collar and drags him off with him. KAT Retreat. Let's go! Go on! PAUL Albert? Albert!? But it's too late. The men stagger across the battle field, breathlessly, past another tank, stuck in the mud, helpless. MG salvos shred the ground, spewing fountains of dirt. RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. Kat drops two live hand grenades, to cover their retreat. Finally they're back where we began this morning: In the shot- up German trenches. Paul hurtles after his buddies, completely out of breath... | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / TRENCH - DAY 89 89 Into the trench, where they all throng the cooling water of an MG. Thirstily, they stick their heads in the bucket and guzzle half of it. Kat looks at the MG GUNNER. KAT Aim for the tanks on their backs. RAT TAT TAT TAT TAT. The MG opens up beside them again. The gunner mows down FRENCHMEN, a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. The Frenchmen fall in a row. One of them falls on a wire obstacle.CONTINUED: (2) 88 88 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 61. BOOM! A flame thrower tank goes up in flames. The FRENCHMAN is riddled by MG fire. He falls. The GUY holding his nozzle loses his grip. Fire shoots in all directions, they both burn brightly. CLANG CLANG CLANG. French bullets bounce off the MG shield and ricochet all over. Paul and Kat duck. Their lips are dry. Sweat bites their eyes. They take a moment to catch their breath. PAUL Where's Franz? I lost Franz. No answer. Who the hell knows?. Suddenly: THUMP. The MG GUNNER collapses, dead, shot in the head. A SERGEANT appears behind them and BARKS ORDERS. SERGEANT Katczinsky, pitch in! Disable the MG and retreat. We'll regroup in Eguisac. Two kilometers northeast of here. PAUL I'm missing my comrade, Sarge. SERGEANT I'm missing my mommy, God damn it. No more time to catch their breath. Kat rolls the MG GUNNER away, a cigarette still burning between his lips. Then he takes the MG. KAT Come on! SERGEANT (to Paul) Grab the ammo and the tripod! Paul lifts the equipment on his back, awkwardly. He peers over the rampart out at the battlefield -- INFANTRYMEN and FLAME THROWERS in the fog all over. CLANG CLANG CLANG. A few ricochets ZING around his head. Paul ducks, but then runs after Kat. The trench is already full of frightened soldiers, fleeing the front. Paul lags behind... | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE / NO MAN'S LAND - DAY 90 90 The German troops retreat all along the front. Tanks burn. FLAME THROWERS belch flame. French INFANTRYMEN advance.CONTINUED: 89 89Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 62. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN - DAY 91 91 The diplomatic train stands deserted in the woods. A FRENCH GUARDSMAN is smoking in the fog. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. DIPLOMATIC TRAIN - DAY 92 92 The German Armistice negotiating team is back on their train. They sit around the conference table, grumpily. Major General von Winterfeldt pages through the Allied treaty draft, them slams it shut angrily. MAJOR GENERAL WINTERFELDT This isn't a negotiation, it's a dictate. COUNT VON OBERNDORFF Maybe we should go back to Spa to consult with the High Command? MAJOR GENERAL WINTERFELDT What good will that do? There's no alternative but to fight to the end. Even if we wind up losing, we won't be worse off than with this capitulation. ERZBERGER Except for a few hundred thousand more dead. Erzberger stands at the window, staring out at his dirty shoes. With a scoff, the Major General takes the contract and waves it like a stinking rag. MAJOR GENERAL WINTERFELDT This is a complete capitulation. Alsace-Lorraine. The occupation of the Rhineland. Cannons. Locomotives. Wagons. Negotiating over this is political foolishness! ERZBERGER 250,000 Americans are landing in Europe every month. Cambrai, Marne, Cantigny -- all lost. The only thing separating us from Armistice is false pride... We will now undo the mess you and your fellow Generals have left us. But if you don't want to stay... be my guest. We will stay here. And then, if you wanna blames someone afterward, well, here I am. (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 63. Erzberger stares at his opponent, with a calm but sharp tone. Count von Oberndorff gets involved, expressing his doubts. COUNT VON OBERNDORFF It's winter. Without trains and provisions, the Bolsheviks will overrun us. The men will starve on their way home, instead of dying with honor on the battlefield. ERZBERGER Honor? My son fell in this war. Where's his honor? Erzberger eyes the others coolly. Then he turns to Von Helldorf. ERZBERGER (CONT'D) Von Helldorf. Get us a few copies of the Allied demands and telegraph headquarters to inform the government. Von Helldorf salutes and exits the car. Erzberger looks around at everyone. ERZBERGER (CONT'D) We have 72 hours, gentlemen. Every minute we waste talking here, another soldier dies. Let's pray for God's mercy, but for God's sake end the war. Erzberger wipes the sweat off his brow. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. EGUISAC MANOR - DAY 93 93 General Friedrichs steps out on the balcony of HQ, looks out at the battle in the distance. A shadow of a doubt on his face, as he resists the looming defeat. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / HINTERLAND - DAY 94 94 Tree trunks blasted by the artillery barrage. Their blackened, splintered tree trunks dot the plain. In between, a wasteland of craters and holes. Heavy fire covers the land. Dead bodies all over. The whole company is retreating. Panting, Paul carries the heavy tripod on his shoulder. A SHELL EXPLODES barely five meters away from him, killing a private.CONTINUED: 92 92 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 64. THUMP THUMP THUMP. The bullets ZING past, riddling tree trunks. Soldiers fall all over. A plane ROARS overhead, also opening FIRE. With his last strength, Paul jumps into a crater for cover. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / CRATER - DAY 95 95 An oily mess at the bottom of the crater, a yellow puddle of blood in it. Paul leaps in it. It's noon. The hot sun burns down. Out of breath, Paul wipes the blood off his face. His hands tremble uncontrollably. He rises up a bit to look out, but quickly ducks down again: GUNS BLAZE, SHELLS EXPLODE. SOLDIERS race by at a trot -- FRENCHMEN with their Commandos. Paul slides down in the puddle, diving in up to his chest. He draws his dagger, in terror. He lies curled up in the stinking puddle, eyes the dead man. Muffled BOOTSTEPS over him, which turn on their heel now. METAL JANGLES. FRENCH ORDERS. Someone shouts "RETRAITE! RETRAITE!" THUNDER. MGS RATTLE. German batteries FIRE, repelling the attack. FRENCHMEN leap over his hole in the ground, when suddenly... CLACK. A ROUND being chambered. Paul looks up to the top of the crater: A FRENCHMAN stands over him, pointing his rifle at him. He shuts his eyes and hugs the ground, digs his way in, waiting for death. And then: BOOM! An explosion hits the Frenchman and hurls him down by Paul. A bullet hits the water by Paul, while the Frenchmen lands on a gravel bank. Paul immediately goes on the attack. He pulls out his dagger, wades through the puddle, while the Frenchman crawls toward his rifle, frantically trying to reload, but Paul quickly stabs him in the chest, blindly stabbing as the blood spurts in his face. He only feels the body convulse, then go soft and collapse. Paul lies on his back in the mud, exhausted, coming to again. His hand is sticky and wet. The injured FRENCHMAN lies beside him, gasping in his battle between life and death. Trembling, Paul takes a handful of dirt and stuffs his mouth with it. CONTINUED: 94 94 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 65. Then he crawls off to the furthest corner, his eyes staring at the man, ready to stab him again if he moves again. Finally, Paul dares to move again. He puts his helmet on the Frenchman's bayonet and holds it aloft, gingerly, but then... CLANG! A bullet knocks it right out of his hand. Paul doesn't stand a chance. The bullets ZING low over the ground. He's pinned down. Paul tries to ignore the Frenchman's RATTLE. He hisses. PAUL Shut up. He holds his ears shut, groaning, until he spots his hand: Blood. All over. He almost has to throw up. He rubs his body with dirt until it covers all the blood. Suddenly, the shape across from him moves. The man tries to lift his head. With his final effort, he spits out the mud, then he collapses again. Paul looks at him for the first time: A small mustache over his full lips, his slack hand on his chest. Paul gingerly crawls up to him, lying beside him. The man opens his eyes wide in fear. His body is quiet, no more gasping, but his eyes are SCREAMING. Paul gently strokes his forehead, but the man recoils from his touch. PAUL (CONT'D) No, no... No, no, no. The man's mouth gapes open. He tries to talk. Paul digs the dirt out of his mouth. He looks around: His canteen is gone. So he spoons the yellow water out of the mud puddle with his handkerchief... The Frenchman drinks it. Finally, Paul opens his collar. His shirt is stuck shut. Paul digs for his knife in the mud, to cut it open... The man sees the knife. He desperately tries to defend himself, but he's too weak. There's the fear, the scream in his eyes. Paul holds his eyes shut. PAUL (CONT'D) No, no. Comrade... Camarade, camarade, camarade. Paul whispers in his ear. Finally, he places a few bandages on his bleeding wounds...CONTINUED: 95 95 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 66. The man finally dies. A last twitch, he stops WHEEZING, the front starts to quiet down. Paul GULPS. He whispers. PAUL (CONT'D) Camarade. Camarade. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No answer. He gingerly adjusts the dead man's body, bedding his head more comfortably in the mud. Then he shuts the man's eyes. The man's uniform is half open. Paul takes out a wallet, from which a few letters fall in the mud. A picture of a mother with a little girl: Simple country folks, standing before am ivy-colored wall. Paul takes the letters and tries to read them, but can't understand the French. He opens his pay book, in back of the wallet. The soldier's name on the cover. He reads: Gérard Duval, Typograph. Paul gulps. With wet lips, he whispers in the Frenchman's ear, almost like he's praying, giving confession. A few words reach him. PAUL (CONT'D) Maison, ta femme... Je promets. Promise. Paul wipes the mud off the man's face. He notes down the dead man's address on the bloody envelope. Then he sticks the wallet back in the man's coat. Tired with exhaustion and hunger, he lowers his head on his arms, suddenly listening up: Nothing. No more gunfire. A pale sky over him, a flock of birds crosses it. The battle has moved on. Night starts to fall. Paul trembles with excitement, his will to live comes back. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. LATIERRE HILL / HINTERLAND - DUSK 96 96 Paul peers over the edge of the crater, carefully: Fog shrouds the charred tree stumps. It's otherwise quiet and deserted. Paul crawls out of the crater and stumbles on, past corpses and a deserted bunker, in the middle of nowhere. CONTINUED: (2) 95 95 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 67. Behind him, a piece of paper flutters down into the dirt... the envelope with the printer's address on it. | THRILL |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. EGUISAC MANOR / DINING ROOM – NIGHT 97 97 While daylight fades outside, General Friedrichs and Major von Brixdorf sit at a richly set table. He chews at a scrumptious pigeon drumstick while an AIDE pours them red wine. Friedrichs drinks and nods to himself. He eyes the label approvingly. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS When were you born, Major? MAJOR VON BRIXDORF Eighteen seventy-one. June. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS A summer child. Same here. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF Yes. Friedrichs takes another bite of his drumstick. The hearty sauce tastes good. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS What does your father do? MAJOR VON BRIXDORF My family owns a workshop in Holstein. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS What kind of workshop? MAJOR VON BRIXDORF Riding saddles, Sir. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS Well. They'll alway need saddles. That's a safe bet. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF Lucky for me. General Friedrichs tears off a piece of pigeon meat. He nods and chucks it under the table, where his dog scarfs it up greedily. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS So you're looking forward to going home, Major? When we're not needed here anymore?CONTINUED: 96 96 (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 68. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF Yes, Sir. Another job is waiting for me after war. I will take over the business. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS Hm. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF What about you? Friedrichs hesitates. A beat. He listens to the SHOUTS of returning soldiers. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS My father served in this Regiment. He fought in three wars under Bismarck. And won all three. In 1871, he marched on Paris and came home a hero. He shakes his head and discovers a stain on his uniform pants. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS (CONT'D) We were born too late, Major. A half-century of peace. Who needs soldiers without war? He pensively dips his napkin in a glass of water and rubs the stain on his pants. Von Brixdorf gulps and looks at the General, who can only barely hide his thirst for glory. MAJOR VON BRIXDORF Were you and your father close? General Friedrichs shrugs. GENERAL FRIEDRICHS Men are born alone. We live alone and die alone. He looks at Von Brixdorf, sullenly. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. EGUISAC MANOR / STUDY - DUSK 98 98 In the General's study, his boy piles firewood in the hearth, lights a fire and empties the trash, then he adjusts the chair behind the desk. The last section on the western front where order still reigns.CONTINUED: 97 97Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 69. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. EGUISAC - DUSK 99 99 Finally, we reach Eguisac. A deserted, destroyed village with bombed-out roofs. A flare shoots skyward behind a shot-up church tower. SOLDIERS warm themselves at the campfires which burn all over. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | EXT. EQUISAC / VILLAGE SQUARE - NIGHT 100 100 On the village square, a few SOLDIERS drag up mattresses from the houses. Two of them lie in a four-poster bed in the middle of the burning street. Beside them, a SOLDIER is shooting up morphine. A CROWD chases a pig across the square. Soldiers PLUNDER the town and urinate on the street, SINGING and SHOOTING in the air. A drunk PRIEST (32) is blessing a loose group of men kneeling before him on the ground. PRIEST Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the earth: have mercy on us. Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the earth: give us your peace. SOLDIERS Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed. The Priest goes around between the soldiers, hands them his bottle of wine. He blesses them. PRIEST Born in war, died in war. A PHONOGRAPH plays on the other side of the street. A SOLDIER sits at the head of the bed in a velvet fauteuil armchair, listening to the music and smoking a cigar like Che Guevara himself. A man beside him sits in a cast-iron tub full of bloody water. If this were Apocalypse Now, this would be Col. Kurtz's camp, only without the leadership. Paul staggers up the street, exhausted. A few SOLDIERS sidle past, rifles slung over their shoulders Russian-style, with the butts up. One of them runs into Paul's arms. SOLDIER LEMROTT Knock on the monastery's door and you will only find thieves and hoodlums. PAUL ...? (CONTINUED)Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 70. SOLDIER LEMROTT It's over. It's all over. The pig fuckers are surrendering. They're finally negotiating...! No answer. SOLDIER LEMROTT (CONT'D) We're going home soon, Soldier! He marches by with his comrades. Paul calls after them. PAUL Where's the infirmary? SOLDIER LEMROTT Who the hell cares? I survived! Paul stays behind, dazed. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. EGUISAC INFIRMARY - NIGHT 101 101 An old village church, converted to an infirmary. A bucket of water is poured out on the floor. A NURSE scrubs the blood off. A MEDIC brings chloroform to the OR, where a young RECRUIT lies on the operating table, his arm broken to pieces. The man struggles like crazy, while the ARMY SURGEON approaches with a bone saw. OR RECRUIT No! No! Stop it! ARMY SURGEON Hold still! Will you chloroform him, already? The MEDICS press a cloth soaked in chloroform on the man's face, as the surgeon starts sawing his bone. Paul enters, goes along the rows of WOUNDED on the floor, looking for his buddies. No luck. The SCREAMS behind him fall silent. The doctor stops sawing. The Medics carry the corpse off. | DRAMA |
Classify the following scene text into a genre. The possible genres are SONG, FIGHT, ROMANCE, TWIST, DRAMA, COMEDY, SENTI, FLASHBACK, THRILL, NOTHING. No need of explanation | INT. EGUISAC INFIRMARY / HALL - NIGHT 102 102 Paul heads down the crowded hall of the infirmary, when a voice comes from the yard. TJADEN (O.S.) Bäumer. Bäumer! Paul exits.CONTINUED: 100 100Goldenrod Revision 22.4.2021 71. | DRAMA |