ALEXANDER KIMEL

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                                    FADE IN

                                                                  ACT 1:


                                                            In a small Ghetto with about 4000 Jews, the German
                                                            requested from the Jewish Council a list of 1000 to
                                                            be resettled (killed). If the list is not provided  all
                                                            4000 Jews will be killed.  The question arises is
                                                            providing the list considered savings 3000 Jews  or
                                                            killing 1000 Jews.  The President of the Council
                                                            refuses to sign the list unless the Rabbi issues a
                                                            proper verdict.

                                                            Meir, the Commandant of the Jewish Police is
                                                            pushing for the list, declaring " We have to sacrifice
                                                            the old to save the young, the future of the nation.
                                                            The Rabbi after a whole night of deliberations
                                                            refuses to issue the verdict declaring: "It is against
                                                            the Law.   A Jews cannot save his live by endangering
                                                            the lives of others."

                                                            In the last minute, Meir recognized the German
                                                            duplicity and changes his mind declaring:" If the
                                                            Germans want to kill us let them do it without our

                                                            Cast of Characters

                                                            Reb Nahum: The Rabbi, about fifty years old,
                                                            misplaced as the Rabbi of a small town. He married
                                                            a girl selected by his father.  Now, his face is drawn-
                                                            out from undernourishment, but his vivid penetrating
                                                            eyes convey a subdued gentleness and warmth.

                                                            Although misplaced in this small community, he
                                                            does his best to fulfill all his duties as a Rabbi and
                                                            spiritual leader of the Shtetl.

                                                            Lea:	 The Rabbi's wife, about forty five years old.
                                                            A pretentious, status conscious woman who looks
                                                            down upon her husband?s integrity.  Her round face
                                                            shows signs of frustrated ambitions and there is
                                                            visible tension in the expression of her face and in
                                                            her movements.

                                                            Reb Isaac: The Gabbai about sixty years old, a rich
                                                            merchant whose business was taken away by the
                                                            Russians.  He is a pious, devoted Jew, pessimistic by
                                                            nature.  He deeply distrusts the Germans.


                                                            Rachel 		The rabbi's daughter, about twenty years
                                                            old. A young, intelligent, knowledgeable and
                                                            rebellious young girl, who dreams of armed resistance.

                                                            Meir:		The Commandant of the Jewish Police,
                                                            who desperately wants to prove himself as the savior
                                                            of the community.  Dressed in a self-designed
                                                            homemade uniform, comprising of a blue police type
                                                            hat, garnished with gold stripes, breeches with high
                                                            military boots; on his hand he wears  an orange
                                                            armband with the Star of David and inscription
                                                            "Jewish Auxiliary Police."   Age: about forty.  A
                                                            self-taught man without formal education, who has
                                                            the air of man that knows it all.

                                                            Krawczuk:		The commandant of the Ukrainian
                                                            Police.  Age about forty.  An educated man with a
                                                            harsh voice, pretending to be a cultural, understanding.

                                                            Dietrich: The Commandant of the German Police,
                                                            about forty years old, with the typical German
                                                            mentality, consciensciously following orders.

                                                            Weiser: The President of the Jewish Council, an
                                                            honest and religious man, not fit for his position.

                                                            SCENE 1 - SYNAGOGUE


                                                            We are in a dilapidated, makeshift synagogue.  On
                                                            the right there is a big baking oven, with two black
                                                            iron doors.  Next stands a cracked night table serving
                                                            as the prayer pulpit.  A small brass candelabra stands
                                                            on the pulpit.  At down right front there is a small
                                                            dusty window, letting in rays of sunshine that
                                                            illuminate the dust in the air.  At the center stands a
                                                            wooden table, surrounded with benches.  The table
                                                            serves as the pulpit for reading the Torah Scrolls.
                                                            At the up center there is a small door leading to a
                                                            storage area.  At up left stands a large metal barrel
                                                            with drinking water.  On the left center there is door
                                                            leading toward the outside and next another small
                                                            dusty window.  A few chairs are scattered over the
                                                            down left.


                                                            Morning hours, late autumn day in 1942.


                                    AT RISE:

                                                            Reb Nahum stands at the pulpit conducting the
                                                            prayers. Next to him stands the Gabbai dressed in a
                                                            black caftan.  They both are praying silently with the
                                                            typical rhythmic motion.  On their right arms they
                                                            wear white arm bands with emblazoned blue Stars
                                                            of Rachel.

                                                            (The door opens and Leah enters the room. She is
                                                            dressed in simple but elegant black dress, and wears
                                                            a heavy copper chain with a dangling medallion. She
                                                            looks around with disbelief and recognizing her
                                                            husband moves swiftly toward the pulpit).

                                                            Walks over to her husband, her face shows
                                                            uncontrolled alarm).

Nahum. I have to talk to you!  Rachel, our only daughter,  disappeared.
                           (Pauses to catch her breath)
Our daughter, Rachel vanished.  Do you hear me? . . . Rachel, our only child disappeared.
Vanished like a stone in water. No sign of life.  Do you hear me?  No sign of life. Oh woe
to me!

                                                            Reb Nahum looks around, sees Leah and proceeds
                                                            with the silent prayers without paying any attention
                                                            to her.  His face carries the expression of remoteness.
                                                            She is coming closer to Reb Nahum and pulling him
                                                            at the sleeve to draw his attention.

Nahum, I am talking to you!  Don't you care about your daughter?  For God's sake stop
this masquerade.

                                                            Reb Nahum continues the prayer motions for a few
                                                            seconds, then takes three steps back, bows to the right,
                                                            then to the left and turns toward Leah. The Gabbai
                                                            also turns around and watches the scene with alarm.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Woman, watch your manners.  You are in a House of Worship.  How dare you interrupt
the prayers?  What example you are setting for the young people?

                                                            Leah is coming closer.  Her face hardens and shows
                                                            signs of contempt.

Nahum.  Our daughter vanished and you worry about prayers.   His only daughter
disappeared and this man is concerned about his prayers.  I can't believe it.
                           (Pauses and proceeds softly.)
Nahum, Rachel  vanished.  Do you understand this?  Rachel vanished . . .  Gone.
Disappeared . . .  Nahum, I am worried and nervous.


                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Taking a step back)
Rachel is all right.  Calm down. You are exaggerating as usually.   A few days ago he
came home late and you also raised hell. What is the matter with you, woman?  We live in
difficult times and we have to put our trust in the Almighty.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (He raises his hands and looks up pleadingly, like asking  Heavens for
We have to look to God for  protection and guidance.

                           (Comes forward two steps, and faces her husband.)
Nahum.  I can't believe it!  Look around you, what do you see?  Hungry people with
swollen legs, dying like flies. Your only daughter disappears and you talk about God's
protection . . .  What type of Father are you?   You have no feelings!
                           (She looks at him with apprehension)

                                                            REB NAHUM
Now, calm down and tell me what happened.  Please tell me the whole story.

                            (Tries to control her emotions)
Rachel was sent to clean German offices.  She worked on a night shift, and after leaving
the job she did not return home.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Did you check with the Jewish Police? They should know.

Talking to the Jewish Police is a waste of time. They know nothing and they tell you
nothing. I spoke to Berta Bloch. She worked with Rachel that night.

                                                            REB NAHUM
What did she tell you?

She told me that the whole group left the offices around 8 PM.  When they were walking
home Rachel stopped to tie a shoelace and was left behind.  They never saw her again.

                                                            REB NAHUM
They did not wait for her? Why?

I asked the same question and was told that it was dark already and they were rushing to
get home.

                                                            REB NAHUM
What am I do do now? Let me think a minute.


I can go to see Reb Isaac Gavrillo, the Ukrainian priest. He has   influence with the
Ukrainian Police.  He might pull some strings for me. I can go to the Jewish Police, and
get the go around, or I can go to Krawczuk the Commandant.

Why don't you to the Jewish Police? They sent Rachel to work and they are responsible
for bringing her back home.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Responsible? Those are not responsible people.  They only care about saving their own skin.

                                                            At this moment the door opens and Meir the
                                                            Commandant of the Jewish Police, walks in.

Good Morning Reb Nahum. How are things?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Not so good. Last night Rachel, my only daughter, disappeared. Vanished like a stone in

I know that.  I  just got a call from Krawczuk, the Police Commandant. They arrested
Rachel. Reb Nahum, I would like to have a talk with you.
                           (He takes Reb Nahum aside.)
Krawczuk wants $300 ransom, otherwise they will turn her over to the German Police.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Three hundred dollars.  This is a fortune that I don't have. Shouldn't the Judenrat pay the
ransom. They send her to work outside the ghetto. Shouldn't they be responsible?

Maybe they should, but we don't have the money. We can't help you.

By the way Reb Nahum, my Father died a  few months ago and nobody is saying Kaddish
for him.  Could you do it, for a full year?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Of course I could. I will be happy to do it for you.

Here are 35 dollars. This amount should cover a whole year. I am sorry but I cannot help
you more.

                                                            Meir exits the scene. Reb Nahum turns to Reb Issac.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Reb Isaac, our prayers are   over. please go to Moses from the Burial Society and tell him
that I need urgently a loan of 200 dollars. Tell him that it is very important. It is for Rachel.
Please tell him this.


                                                            REB ISSAC
I will run like on wings of a eagle. I will do everything to get the money.

                                                            Now Reb Nahum turns to Leah.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah, please go home and bring me all the money we have, and all  the jewelry in your
possession. We have to collect all the money to save Rachel.

Nahum what are we going to do now?  I think you should go to see Weiser, the President
of the Jewish Council.  For Rachel's sake you should join the Council. You really should.
Do it for Rachel, please!

                                                            (Reb Nahum sits for a moment quietly, deeply
                                                            engrossed in his thoughts. After a while he gets up)

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah.  I am going to see Father Gavrillo.  He is the only man that can help us.

                                                            (Leah  gets up from the bench)

Reb Isaac Gavrillo, this nationalistic Ukrainian priest? How is he going to help you?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Despite his oratory Reb Isaac Gavrillo is a decent man.  He is esteemed and influential in
the Ukrainian community. He is the only person that can help us. He has the right
He also owns me some favors.  Remember, the help I extended to him when his Church
burned down?

                            (Not answering his questions)
You are going to see Reb Isaac Gavrillo. This is a crazy idea.  Do you realize that you
might be shot? Is this going to help Rachel?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Yes, I realize this quite well.  To do nothing, is more dangerous.

But Nahum what happened?   Just yesterday you were preaching reliance on the Divine
Protection and today you are running like a chicken without a head.  We have to wait a
day or two, to see what happens? I don't want you to go. Something might happen to you
and I remain alone.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (After a moment of hesitation)
Leah, we can't wait a day or two.  Rachel is in mortal danger. You know Leah, when
calamity strikes you, the whole perception on life changes.  Mine is changing now.


For years I was trying to change your approach to  life. To think more about yourself and
your family. Suddenly - you discovered America.  But as they say, better late than never.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Suddenly, I realized that I was more concerned with serving God than serving the people.
I consoled many people in distress but I really never felt their pain and suffering. I
remember when Milch, as shot for refusing to joint the Judenrat, I felt that he died a
glorious death.
I felt that he sacrificed his life for the sanctification of the Holy Name - Kiddush Hashem,
as it is called in Hebrew.  What else can a pious Jew ask for?  Remember  the eulogy I
delivered. Many people  cried.
Now, I am ashamed of my behavior.  Did I feel the pain of his wife Sarah, who lost a
loving husband?  No.  Did I feel the distress of Baruch, his teenage son,  who at the tender
age became the head of the family?  No.  Only yesterday,  when the pain penetrated my
body, I realized my superficiality.  The pain changed my perception, and I feel that I have
to act now Leah, before it is too late. Leah, I have to go to Reb Isaac Gavrillo.

But Nahum, you will endanger your life without helping Rachel. Wait a day or two.  You
leave the ghetto and you could be shot.  There must be a way to find Rachel.  People don't
vanish in the middle of the day.
Vanish without a trace left behind.

                                                            REB NAHUM
No,  Leah I have to go.  Maybe this will be the glorious death I was praying for.
What a fantastic material for a eulogy.  Reb Isaac sacrifices his life to safe his daughter.
Shakespeare could make a fantastic play out of this.

What a sense a humor.
                           (Coming closer to Reb Nahum)
Aren't you scared Nahum?  To leave the ghetto and expose yourself to danger.  They
recognize a Jew by his scared walk. They will recognize you and denounce you. How is
this going to help Rachel?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah Dear.  Do you really think that I don't know about the dangers out there?  I am not a
hero, I am just a man of flesh and blood.  Yes, I am scared but what choices do I have. To
do nothing when you only child is in danger?  This is worse than death.

The best way to help Rachel you have to stay alive, is to wait. Please wait!  Please don't go!

                                                            REB NAHUM
Sometimes death is a welcomed escape from life and its earthly pains.  To live or to die,
only God knows what is better.
Until I die, I will survive and later my life will be in God's hand.  So dear Leah don't worry.


But, how are you going to reach Father Gvrillo?  You can't leave the ghetto.  The exits are
                           (Stretches out the left arm with the armband with the Star of Rachel)
Yes, I can.  I will take off this white armband, this sign of Cain, and sneak out of the ghetto.
I will cross the stream at the border and go to see Father Gavrillo.

Nahum!  This is not a stream, it's a wide river.  You can't jump the Lipa River.

                                                            REB NAHUM
A stream or a river, what difference does it makes.  If I can't jump it so I will take off my
shoes, roll up my trousers and wade through it.  God helped the Jews to cross the Red Sea,
so He will help me to cross the Zgnila  Lipa River.

But this is so dangerous.  You might be shot.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I put my trust in the Almighty.   A Jew that fears God, has nothing to fear.  Leah, please
bring me my street clothes.

                           (Gets up from the bench.)
Nahum.  Are you crazy?  You will be shot. Please don't go. Put your trust in the Almighty.
He will deliver Rachel from danger.

                                                            REB NAHUM
God helps those that help themselves.  I have to save our only child.
They will not recognize me in my street  clothes.  With my beard and side locks shaved, I
look like a poor peasant.
Bring me my street clothes.  Please!

                           (With a pleading voice)
Nahum, please don't go.  It is dangerous.  Yesterday they caught Joseph the Tailor
smuggling food and they shot him on the spot.
please don't leave me alone.  Rachel is gone and now you will expose yourself to danger.
Please don't leave me alone. Let's wait till tomorrow.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah, Rachel is in mortal danger.  I have to go.  Remember, a man's lot is always in the
hand of the Master of the Universe. A pious Jew has nothing to fear when he fears God.
Please bring me my street clothes.

Nahum, tomorrow I will go to Weiser and on my knees I will beg him to find and rescue
Rachel.  I swear I will do it. Please wait.


                                                            LEAH (CONTINUED)
                           (Leah steps back and moving toward the door, trying to block the exit)
              REB NAHUM
                           (Pushing her aside, forcefully)
Tomorrow, Rachel might be dead.  please bring me my street clothes. I have to go.

Nahum.  You don't have any street clothes.  I sold all your clothing to buy bread.  You
can't go.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                            (Stands up. His mouth wide open. He wants to say something but can't
                           pronounce the words)
You sold my clothes.  Why didn't you tell me?  Why did you hide it from me?

Wake up Nahum.  You hide from harsh reality in this makeshift synagogue.  Have you
seen all the people running around with swollen legs?  There is hunger here.  There is real
hunger here.  It is impossible to survive on a quarter of a pound of slimy bread a day.  How
was I supposed to feed our family?   We are not in the Sinai Desert and God is not feeding
us with manna.  When is the last time you earned some money, Nahum?

                                                            REB NAHUM
I am sorry Leah.  Really sorry.  I wasn't aware that our situation is that bad.  Leah, what do
you expect me to do?  The community needs a Rabbi in such trying times.  This synagogue
is my duty and my redemption.  I can't do anything else.

If the community needs you, so why don't they pay you?  You know that the Burial Society,
which is under your supervision is raking it in by smuggling food in coffins.
Why don't you get a share?  A pound of bread, a piece of butter would help.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah I am a rabbi and not a beggar. I can't do it. Leah, I have to go. I will get dressed in
this black suit. God will guide me and protect me.
                           (He gets up from the bench, rolls up the trousers and gets ready to leave.

                            (She tries to stop him. He  pushes her away and reaches for the door)
Nahum, for Heaven's sake don't go.  Don't leave me alone. Don't go!
                           (Seeing him reaching the door, she retreats a few steps)
Nahum.  When you leave the ghetto take off the white arm band, and don't walk on the
main streets.  Also.  Remember that you have to walk on the sidewalks, not on the road.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Turns around waves good bye)
I will try to walk on the sidewalks.  You know that I can't walk on those ancient headstones
uprooted from the Jewish cemetery.  I will take your advice.
                           (He slowly walks out the door)

                                                            END OF SCENE



                                                            SCENE 2 - RETURN


                                                            The same location, the makeshift synagogue. Next
                                                            day in the morning


                                                            About 12 hours later.

                                    AT RISE:

                                                            At the table sits Leah facing her Reb Isaac.  The
                                                            room flooded with the morning sun.

What a day!  You go to sleep at night, you have a family, a husband, a daughter and few
hours later, you are alone in this world.  All alone.  What am I going to do?  I can't take it.
What is the purpose of living?

                                                            REB ISAAC
Calm down, Leah.  Your husband will be home soon and so will Rachel.  I feel it in my
bones that soon you will see them both.
I believe in Reb Nahum.  He is such a smart and courageous man. Leah A smart and
courageous man?
Yes Leah, a smart courageous man.  You were lucky indeed to marry him.  The Jews in
this community are lucky to have a Rabbi with such knowledge and wisdom.
                           (Leah disregards the praising of her husband and is trying to change the

I wonder where Rachel is now?  Is she hungry?  Is she scared? What is she doing?  Is she
thinking about us?
Let me ask you something, Reb Isaac. I overheard Rachel talking about resistance.  She
said that the Jews should fight back. leave the ghetto and hide in the forests.  Are you sure
that  Rachel did not run away to the forest?  Did you hear anything?

                                                            REB ISAAC
I heard the regular kid's talk.  The Jews should fight back. Better to die fighting than die
of starvation.  They all talk big but when they face danger they run with the tails between
their legs.
                           (After a moment of  he adds)
I don't think Rachel would  have done it, without letting us know.
                           (The door opens and Reb Nahum walks in. His clothing is in disarray, the
                           pants are torn, his jacket is crumpled.  His face is flush red, and he looks
                           very tired.  He kisses the mezuza and sits down at the table.  Seeing him
                           Leah jumps up, runs to him and embraced him.


Oh! You are back.  I am glad to see you.  I was so worried. Can you imagine remaining all
alone in this cruel world?
So what did you find out about Rachel?  When is she coming home?  Please tell me.
Please tell me all!

                                                            REB NAHUM
I saw Father Gavrillo for a few minutes only.  When his wife saw me, she screamed like
seeing a ghost.  She pinched herself to make sure that she was not dreaming.  She thought
that I was a ghost or the Avenging Angel and was trembling like a leave.  Then Father
Gavrillo heard her scream and came in.

What happened?  Was he nice to you?  Did he ask about me?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Waiting there for Father Gavrillo, I heard noises of a party going on in the adjacent room.
I felt like a beggar,  pleading for food . . .   I forgot that I came to plead for the life of my
only child.
You hear the party noises, you smell the food.  They live in security and we are starving.
I felt so insignificant and I envied them . . .  Why is this coming to us?  Why? Aren't we
human beings?
Then Reb Isaac Gavrillo and asked was if I were still alive? He was surprised seeing me . .
. A live Jew is a big miracle, nowadays.

Did you tell him about Rachel?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Yes, I told him that Rachel disappeared and asked him for help.  He was shocked and
promised to help.  He said that he is entertaining important guests then he gave me a few
pieces of bread, and like a beggar he pushed me out of the house.

You think that he will find Rachel?

                                                            REB NAHUM
He promised to find out.  He will talk with Krawczuk tomorrow and let Meir know.

                           (Suddenly she sees his bleeding hand. She takes it and examines it closely)
Oh my God!  You are bleeding.  What happened?  Are you all right ?
                           (She walks over to him and inspects his wounded hand)
Nahum, you have to wash the wound.  You might get an infection.
                           (She turns to Reb Isaac)
Reb Isaac, can you bring me a damp handkerchief?  I have to dress his wound.

                                                            (Reb Isaac Pulls out a red handkerchief from his
                                                            pocket, walks into the storage room and comes out
                                                            with a wet handkerchief).


My God, Reb Isaac's red handkerchief.  It looks like it is dipped in blood.

                                                            REB ISAAC
Sorry my Leah, I don't have another one.  Don't you know that a pious Jew uses only red

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Stretching out his hand)
It's OK.  What difference does it make?  Go ahead Leah.
I am all right now.  . .  Listen what happened to me today. With God's help, I crossed the
Lipa River  and was on my way to Reb Isaac Gavrillo.  I was walking on the sidewalk
when I realized that I am walking on stones uprooted from the Jewish Cemetery.
                           (Reb Nahum shows how he was walking, bent and looking sideways)
Suddenly I recognized the headstone of my great-grandfather, the first rabbi of P. and I
couldn't believe my eyes.
                           (Reb Nahum straightens, raises his hands to heaven)
I saw a sign from heaven.

                                                            REB ISAAC
Reb Nahum, I remember him well.  What a pious Jew he was.

                           (Turning to her husband)
So you saw the headstone of your great-grandfather Isaac.  Big deal.  An old stone.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah, you can't imagine my feelings.  Here, I saw an old stone, all covered with moss, and
I hardly could read the letters.  Reb Nahum ben Rachel, the great Rabbi of P.  Died on the
20 of Tamuz, 5653.  I was thunderstruck.  I was named after him.

You saw an old cemetery stone and you immediately forgot about Rachel.

                                                            REB NAHUM
No Leah.  I didn't forget Rachel.  I saw in this stone a sign from God.  A good omen as
they say.  You are on the right track Reb Nahum, I told myself.

Knowing you, you got lost in time.  You are such a sentimental fool.  Who woke you up?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Shouts and a piercing pain in my back, woke me up.  I thought that I was shot and started
to wonder where I will be buried.
I felt a piercing pain in my neck.  Right here.
                           (He puts both his hands behind his back, showing the place of pain)
Your time is up, I said to myself and I started to recite the Shmah Israel,  when I turned
around and there was a four year old Ukrainian boy throwing stones at me and yelling: "A
Jew! A Jew is here."


                           (Raises both hands to her head)
 My God!  What did you do?  I would have died on the spot.

                                                            REB NAHUM
As the Good Book says, when in danger run.  So, I turned around and ran.  I remembered
that my middle name is Cwi which means deer.  Nahum, I said to myself you, have to run
fast  . . .  fast like a deer.

Oh my God!  You were in real danger.  In real danger.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Yah!  Soon I was chased by a gang of older boys.  They set up some dogs to chase me.
One dog bit me and tore my pants. I started to bleed.

My God!  How did you survive?  Who rescued you?

                                                            REB NAHUM
An old Ukrainian peasant, Ivan.  He took a stick and chased away the kids and the dogs.
                           (He shows how Ivan used his stick)
Then he took me into his house, fed me  and dressed my wounds.

He fed you?  Nahum, you ate non-kosher food?  I can't believe it! . . . Reb Nahum, the big
Rabbi ate non-kosher food.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I was so exhausted, hungry and tired that I ate non-kosher food.  For the first time in my
life I ate potatoes with buttermilk in non-kosher dishes.  I needed the strength. The food
was delicious and God will have to forgive me.

                           (Looks closely at her husband)
How come your face is so red?
You are sunburned.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I was hiding in the fields a whole day. I couldn't move. I was afraid to return to the ghetto,
and I was afraid to proceed to the Church . . .  to  see Reb Isaac Gavrillo. I had to wait for
sundown, so I decided to make the best of it and take in some sun.
You know Leah, in the ghetto the sun never shines.

You weren't scared?  I would have died of fear.

                                                            REB NAHUM
A timid person is frightened before there is danger, a coward during the time of the danger
and a courageous person afterwards.


                                                            REB NAHUM (CONTINUED)
Leah, I am frightened now, Leah.  Really frightened.
I was sitting in the fields and thinking what a beautiful world it is. I heard the birds chirping,
the bees humming, the sun was shining.  I felt the warmth of the sun. It was was so peaceful.

                                                            (Suddenly the door opens and Meir Meir enters the
                                                            synagogue,  surveys the situation and cautiously
                                                            proceeds to Reb Nahum).

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Gets up from the bench to greet him)
Meir I finally lived to see the day that you are coming to the synagogue.  What an irony?
How much do they want?

                           (Looks at him with surprise)
Reb Nahum, how do you know that Rachel is alive?  How do you know that they are
asking or ransom money?  It's amazing.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I know from Father Gavrillo.  I went to see him.

                           (Stepping back in surprise)
Reb Nahum.  You left the ghetto without authorization?  You know that you endangered
yourself and . . . the Jewish Police. Guarding the Ghetto is our responsibility, you know.
Next time I will arrest you and turn you over to the Germans . . .   I mean it.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I am sorry Meir.  But when your only child is in danger, you don't think about the
consequences.  . .  What good tidings do you bring?

What news do you expect, Reb Nahum?
They want 300 dollars.

                           (Interrupting, panic stricken)
300 dollars.  It's a fortune.  Where are we going to take such a sum of money?  Oh, my
child.  I will never see you again.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah! please calm down.  Rachel will come back.  I promise you that Rachel will come back.

                           (Pulling out a folded letter from his pocket)
The Ukrainian Policeman brought me this letter from Rachel. I thought it's better that I
deliver it in person.


                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Takes the letter from Meir, and starts to read it)

                                                            Dear Mom and Dad:

                                                            I am well treated here, I get plenty of food, more
                                                            than at  home. I have plenty time for sleep, if only I
                                                            could sleep. They asked me to write to you, and tell
                                                            you to pay the ransom.

                                                            I know that you don't have the money to ransom me.
                                                            Don't worry about me.  I am not afraid to die.  It's all
                                                            in God's hands.  I put my trust in Him.  As you Father
                                                            used to say "Until I die, I will survive and later it's
                                                            all in Gods hands." (Pause) Don't worry about me,
                                                            please.  Reb Isaac, do you remember the stories
                                                            about the martyr's that sacrificed their lives for the
                                                            sanctification of God's name.  Kiddush Hashem.  It's
                                                            now time for our generation to do it.  It's that simple.

                                                            Dad, I remember all your sayings:  "A Jew that fears
                                                            God has nothing to fear."  I fear nothing. I  love you
                                                            all, and please give my love to all.

                                                            Please remember me.  Through your memory I shall
                                                            live forever. Love Rachel.

                           (Slumps down in a chair and burst out crying)
I am not afraid to die . . . I am not afraid to die . . . Oh my Angel.  I won't see you again.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Woman!  Take hold of yourself.  Don't bury Rachel alive. She is still alive.  She will come
back to us.

                           (Hesitating for a while)
Reb Nahum I want you to say Kaddish, the Prayer for the dead, for my Reb Isaac and
mother.  I have never time to say it myself . . .  Here is the money for it.
                           (He hands Reb Nahum a few banknotes.  Reb Nahum takes the money
                           without counting and puts it in his pocket)

                           (Gets up from the chair and approaches Meir)
 Meir, do you think that the Jewish Council could help us with the ransom money?

We have a slush fund but it is used exclusively for members of the Council . . .   The fund
is used at the discretion of President Weiser.  Talk to him.


                                                            MEIR (CONTINUED)
Good night.  I am sorry I can't help you.
                           (He salutes them smartly and walks out)

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (turning to Reb Issac)
Reb Issac, please go over to Moses from the Burial Society and tell him that I ask him
urgently for a loan of 200 dollars. Tell him that I really need the money. Insist on the loan,
and don't come back without the money.

                                                            REB ISSAC
I will run like on the wings of an eagle. You car count on me. I love Rachel and I will do
anything to help her.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (After a few minutes, he stops in front of the praying pulpit and stares
                           intensively at the candelabra.  A soft liturgical music plays in the
                           background - Ata Yodea Raze . . .  God you know the secrets of each
                           human being . . .)
Oh God.  You know the deepest secrets of every human being, their longings and hopes . .
.  You know that I live to see my child under the wedding canopy.  To see her married and
happy,  is the dream of my life.  Master of the Universe help me.  Help me. Bring Rachel
back to us.  please.  Bring her back alive to us.

                                                            END OF SCENE


                                                            SCENE 3 - WAITING FOR REB ISAAC


                                                            The same location, the makeshift synagogue


                                                            Next day in the afternoon.

                                    AT RISE: 	

                                                            Reb Nahum paces the floor nervously while Lea  sits
                                                            with Lea at the table.

Nahum, I am nervous.  Very nervous.  My thoughts are constantly with Rachel.  What is
she doing at this moment? Is she hungry and scared?  And where is Reb Isaac?   He is
always late.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Reb Isaac is an old man.  He has a bad leg and barely walks. It will take him some time.


Why does it take him so long?  Will he bring the money? I am afraid that he is having a
drink with the guys from the Burial Society.  People say that to be sane in their trade you
have to be a heavy drinker.

                                                            REB NAHUM
People say this and people say that.  Don't believe everything what people say.

Nahum  you are either a saint or a fool.  I can't figure you out.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Both, Lea.  I am a saint and a fool at the same time. A perfect husband for you.

                                                            (The door opens and the Beadle walks in. He looks
                                                            very pale, and he is walking slowly.  His clothing is
                                                            in disarray, with grains of corn stacked to it).

                                                            REB NAHUM
Reb Isaac, why are you late?  What happened to you?  A small errand took you a whole day.

                                                            REB ISAAC
In the ghetto, you know when you leave, and don't know when you will return.  This was
not a pleasant mission and I am lucky to be alive.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Reb Isaac, what happened? Did you see Moses?

                                                            REB ISSAC
Yes. I went to see Moses from the Burial Society, as you instructed me.  Of course, I went
to the building occupied by the Burial Society.  What a place this was.  Caskets all over,
some filled with smuggled potatoes and cereals.
I waited sometime for Moses to show up.   When he came in, he was very upset and
I asked him what is the matter, and he told me that a new German Commandant arrived
and he is a real bastard.
A few minutes later panic broke up.  People were running in all directions, looking for

A panic?  We didn't have any panics here.

                                                            REB ISAAC
This was at the northern gate of the ghetto.  Kids were running and warning that the
Germans were coming.  I looked out through the window and saw three Germans moving
in our direction. When in danger hide, says the Talmud. So I started to look for a hiding


                                                            REB NAHUM
There are no bunkers in this building.  Where did you hide Reb Isaac?

                                                            REB ISAAC
After some hesitation I raised the lid off a coffin and laid down.  Unfortunately it was
filled with corn and I almost suffocated.  "At least I am safe here,"  I thought.  The
Germans don't touch coffins.  They are afraid of typhoid.

                                                            REB NAHUM
My God!  It was really a close call, Reb Isaac.

                                                            REB ISAAC
A minute later the Germans walked in, accompanied by Meir  They looked around
suspiciously and then one German ordered Meir to open a gasket.

                                                            REB NAHUM
What did you do, Reb Isaac?

                                                            REB ISAAC
As any pious Jew before his death,  I started to recite the prayers,  the  Shmah Israel . . .
At least I will die with God's name on my lips.  I am a pious Jew, you know.
Meir opened the casket next to me and found a real body. Had he opened my casket, I
would have had a ready made funeral on a bed of corn.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I am sorry.  I should have gone myself.  Did you get the money, Reb Isaac?

                                                            REB ISAAC
I got some money, 150 dollars to be exact.
                           (He pulls out three banknotes from his pocket and hands them over to the
Moses and the others were so shaken that they hardly listened to me.

It's a shame.  The Burial Society people are the richest people in town.  Only one hundred
and fifty dollars.  It's a shame!

                                                            REB NAHUM
Did you explain the gravity of the situation?

                                                            REB ISAAC
Yes I did.  I begged them, I appealed to their honor.  They didn't listen to me and  gave me
the money just to get rid of me, so they can proceed with their smuggling business.

You want my advice Nahum, put pressure on them.  You can decree that food smuggled
in coffins is not kosher, especially with the epidemic of typhoid raging in the ghetto.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Disregarding Lea's remarks)
Who is this German Dietrich?  I never heard this name before.


                                                            REB ISAAC
Dietrich is the new Chief of the German Gendarmes.  He is supposedly a very nasty little
fellow.  Sticks his nose into everything.

I can't understand you, Nahum.  Your daughter is in mortal danger and you can't squeeze
out the money from the Burial Society.  They have the money.

                                                            REB NAHUM
It won't help.  You can't push scared men.  I have neither the power nor the authority.

Declare their food non-kosher.  You have the authority to do this.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Declare their food non-kosher?  Starving people don't care about dietary laws.  They will
buy the food anyway.  It is also against the interests of the community.

Interest of the community.  When are you going to grow up, Nahum?  The cohesiveness
of the community is gone.  Everybody is for himself.  I can't listen to this nonsense.
We need additional three hundred and fifty dollars.  If you would have only listened to me
and joined the Council.

                                                            REB NAHUM
If you had listened to me and not spent your dowry on unnecessary luxuries, expensive
trips to Vienna, elegant dresses and the like, Rachel would have a better chance.

You are unfair to me.  I did not know at that time and besides it was my money, my dowry
. . . The money my mother left me.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Leah I know your arguments.  Let's cut it.  How much jewelry do you have left?

Our wedding rings and a few more pieces, all in all worth about 50 dollars.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Fifty dollars worth of jewelry from a thousand dollar dowry. Not bad.  Not bad at all.
                           (He sits down at the table, takes out a pencil and starts writing)
Lea, please bring me the jewelry.  We have to act swiftly.

                                                            (Lea walks out to bring the jewelry)

                                                            REB ISAAC
What are we going to do now?  We can't abandon Rachel.  How are you going to raise the
ransom money?

                                                            REB NAHUM
We have to put our trust in God.  Only He can return Rachel alive to us.


                                                            REB ISAAC
That's true, but it also true that God helps those who help themselves.

                                                            (He leaves the money on the table and slowly walks
                                                            out. Reb Nahum takes the money and absentmindedly
                                                            counts it. Suddenly he jumps up and runs after the

                                                            REB NAHUM
Reb Isaac, wait a minute.  Wait a minute.  Come back please!
                           (The door slowly opens and the beadle enters the synagogue)
Reb Isaac where did you get the additional one hundred dollars? You left me 250 dollars
and you collected  only a hundred and fifty.

                                                            REB ISAAC
My daughter Malka gave it to me.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Malka?  Where did she get the money from?   Are you trying to fool me?

                                                            REB ISAAC
No.  Heaven forbid I should try to fool you, Reb Nahum. Really Malka gave it to me.  She
said  "Father here is the 100 dollars, it's the share of my inheritance that I put away for my
dowry.  Please bring it to Reb Nahum."

                                                            REB NAHUM
I can't take her last penny.  She will need it for the dowry.

                                                            REB ISAAC
A spinster does not need a dowry.  Please take the money.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Visibly touched)
She is not a spinster.  When the war is finished, she will get married.   She is such a sweet
girl and she will need the money for herself.

                                                            REB ISAAC
Reb Nahum I told her this in similar words.  You know what she told me?  Father, she said,
I own my life to Rachel. When I was sick with typhoid, it was Rachel that fed and bathed
me.  She brought me food and medicine.  Please take the money to Reb Nahum. It is for

                                                            REB NAHUM
Oh, Reb Isaac, Reb Isaac.  It's hard to take and hard to refuse.  Thank you, my friend.  It's
a loan, that with God's help, I will soon repay.

                                                            REB ISAAC
Reb Nahum.  I am glad to be of help.  Also, let it please be between us.  Don't tell Lea
about  it.  She will be uncomfortable. She doesn't like Malka.


                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Leaning back and rubbing his eyes with both hands.)
I feel very tired.  It must be the pain.  The picture of Rachel being led away is all the time
before my eyes.  I constantly feel the presence of Rachel besides me. I feel her gaze upon
me.  She silently calls for help.

                                                            REB ISAAC
                           (Looks at the Rabbi with admiration)
Reb Nahum I have faith in you.  I trust you like God alone. You will come up with a
solution to the problem.

                                                            REB NAHUM
What can I do now?  I don't have the money, just 300 dollars and I can't leave Rachel to
rot in jail.  What can I do?
Meir gave me 50 dollars yesterday.  For saying Kaddish for his parents . . .  He tried to
help me.

                                                            REB ISAAC
300 dollars.  With 300 dollars you can begin to bargain.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Perks up, like getting an idea. Walks up to the Beadle)
You are right.  I can start the bargaining process.  Start the bargaining process.  You just
gave me an idea.  A very good idea, indeed.

                                                            REB ISAAC
Me? I said nothing.

                                                            REB NAHUM
You said nothing and this nothing is enough for me.  We are going to move.  I am going
to see Krawczuk, the Commandant of the Ukrainian Police.

                                                            REB ISAAC
                           (Steps back in surprise)
You are going to leave the ghetto and go to the Ukrainian Police?  They will kill you.  This
is insane!

                                                            REB NAHUM
Life without Rachel will be worse than death.  So, what can I lose?  Remember a Jew who
fears God . . .

                                                            REB ISAAC
Has nothing to fear in life . . .  Yah! Yah! Yah! ... Go in peace and come back in peace

                                                            END OF SCENE



                                                            SCENE 4 - VISITING KRAWCZUK


                                                            An elegantly furnished apartment. On the right side
                                                            is a small foyer with a coat hanger and an umbrella
                                                            stand.  At the left center there is an entrance door.

                                                            A large dining room occupies the left and center part
                                                            of the stage. At the center there is a mahogany dining
                                                            table, surrounded with low back chairs.  Over the
                                                            table hangs a brightly lit crystal chandelier. On the
                                                            up center stands an elegant buffet and above it hangs
                                                            a large still-life painting.  Adjacent to the buffet
                                                            stands an old grandfather clock, indicating 10 P.M.

                                                            On the right center there is a window and an exit door.
                                                            On the left center there is a door leading toward the


                                                            Ten o'clock at night, the same day.

                                    AT RISE:

                                                            At the table sits Krawczuk, fully dressed in his
                                                            uniform, reading a newspaper.  The clock strikes ten

                                                            There is a subtle knock on the door, and Reb Nahum
                                                            peeks into the foyer.  He slowly walks-in into the
                                                            foyer and slightly knocks at the door.  He is dressed
                                                            in a gray coat borrowed from the Gabbai, a little too
                                                            large for him, and has no white armband.

Come in.  Who is it?  It's you, Reb Nahum.  What a surprise! How did you get here?

                                                            REB NAHUM
I know this apartment layout quite well.  As a matter of fact it is amazing how little things
changed here.

How did you pass the sentries?  That is quite a feat.

                                                            REB NAHUM
At this time of the night all the guards are hunting the Jews in the ghetto.
I am afraid, Commandant that you are poorly guarded.


Aren't you afraid, Reb Nahum?  It's like Daniel going voluntarily to the lions' den.  Aren't
you afraid to be shot? Don't you know that a Jew caught outside the Ghetto is shot on the
spot? Aren't you afraid?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Yes, I am afraid. I am no hero.  I am scared, but what can I do?  You are my salvation,
Commandant.  I had to come, and you Commandant have to save me.

How can I save you?  You are not a Christian and you don't believe in salvation, and I am
not a saint.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Save my only child, Rachel.  She is my salvation. Rachel is my only daughter.
You have two beautiful children and you can understand my feelings.  Put yourself in my
place.  I am about to lose my only child. Help me. Please help me. Rachel disappeared two
days ago. Vanished without a trace. Most probably she was arrested.  You can find her and
bring her back to me.  Please.

Why shall I do it? Did you ask yourself this question?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Mr. Commandant.  Your Father, blessed his memory, was my friend.  I saved his life.  You
have to do it for the sake of his memory. He told me many times "You saved my life,
Nahum, I will never forget it.  One day I will repay you."
You have to repay your Father's debt.  Do it for your and his salvation, Commandant.

You saved my Reb Isaac's life?  I can't believe it.  It's hard to imagine.

                                                            REB NAHUM
It is hard to imagine, but it is true, nonetheless.  During World War I, I served with your
Father, shall he rest in peace, in the 48 Field Artillery Regiment.  He was an artillery scout,
and I was the commander of the field battery.

                           (Taken by surprise)
My Father often mentioned the 48th Artillery Regiment and the 12th Offensive on the
Isonca River.  What a surprise?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Yes, this happened during the 12th Isonca offensive, in the mountains of Tyrol.  You
Father discovered a train of mules bringing in supplies to the enemy.  He tried to zero-in
on the mules passing a winding rocky path, and misdirected the fire.

                           (Visibly moved)
Go on!  Go on!  It is fascinating.  Fascinating indeed.


                                                            REB NAHUM
I was talking with him on the field telephone, when he suddenly cried out "Jesus Maria!
Jesus Maria! The phone went dead and I faced a dilemma.
The Serbian Infantry was about to attack; they were already issued the rations of slivovitz.
Our artillery was softening the ground; the Italians were shooting like crazy, and here my
friend, your Father, was dying.

So what did you do?  It's quite a story.  Are you telling the truth?

                                                            REB NAHUM
I swear on the life of Rachel that every word is true.  As I said, they had already issued the
triple portion of alcohol to the Serbian Infantry.  When they attack, it is like a multi-headed
monster passing the terrain.  They kill everybody in their path.  They kill foe and friends
I hesitated for a moment and then under heavy hostile fire, jumped out from the trenches
and using the telephone wires as guides, I found your father.

He told me that he was wounded at the Isonca River, but he never told me the details.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I found him unconscious, bleeding profusely.  He was wounded by shrapnel.  I dragged
him to safety under heavy fire, looking out for those Serbian fighters.  I was later awarded
a medal for valor.  Here it is.  You can keep it as a souvenir.  I don't need it.

                                                            He hands him over a small box. Krawczuk takes the
                                                            box and opens it.

I believe you, but at the same time it's hard to imagine you, Reb Nahum, as a military man.
You don't fit the image.

                                                            REB NAHUM
You know that one sage said:  "The old believe everything, the middle aged suspect
everything, the young know everything."   I guess you are acting your age Commandant.
So what do you say?  Are you going to release Rachel?

Reb Nahum, I know your daughter from childhood. You saved the life of my Reb Isaac. I
believe you and I really would like save Rachel, but I don't think I will be of much help.
She is in custody of other people.  It is they that want the 300 dollars. You must bring the

                                                            REB NAHUM
Commandant, I borrowed money right and left, and most I could get is 250 dollars. Please
take the money and let Rachel live.

                                                            He pushes him an envelop with the money.
                                                            Krawczuk pushes the envelop away.


You Jews are amazing.  You believe that money buys everything. You cherish money
more than an only child. It is amazing.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Money? We cherish life more than money. But is difficult to strike water out of a stone. I
simply don't have the money. You are a man with influence. Please arrange Rachel's release.

You know what amazes me?  The Jews are considered clever and learned people.  How
come you don't see the writing on the wall?  The Germans are going to convert you into
ashes. Why don't you act?

                                                            REB NAHUM
We don't believe that a civilized nation like the Germans is going to kill all of us.  It is
against their interest.  They need us.

They need you!  People believe in what they want to believe. Why do they need the Jews?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Who is going to provide free labor?  Whom are they going to blame for their failures?
They need us or at least some of us.  Where is the logic of the killings?

Killing people has its own logic.  Hunting people is like hunting elephants.  It is a big game.
Some hunters are getting addicted to the hunt.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Unfortunately, Jews are not big game.  They are more like a herd of sheep lead to the
slaughter.  Not much fun for the hunters.

So why don't you fight back?   You have nothing to lose.
                           (Before Krawczuk could answer him, the telephone rings.  Krawczuk
                           picks up the phone)
Yes. Krawczuk here . . . He is coming?  Send him up, or better, take him up yourself.
                           (He turns toward Reb Nahum)
I am getting another unexpected guest.  please leave immediately. If he finds you here we
both will be shot. He can't see you here. Leave the box with the envelop with the money
here. I will try my best.
                           (He points to the buffet.  Reb Nahum deposits the envelop with the money
                           and quickly exits.  A few seconds later, the door opens and Dietrich, the
                           German Commandant walks-in. Krawczuk clicks his heels and salutes

Heil Hitler!  I make my inspections at times when I am least expected.
                           (He turns his nose, sniffing like a hunt dog)
What is the strange smell in your apartment, Commandant?


It must be the moonlight vodka.  We recently confiscated a big load of it in the villages.
Can I offer you a drink? I have excellent French cognac.

                                                            (He pulls out from the buffet a bottle of cognac and
                                                            places it close to the box left by Reb Nahum).

French Cognac.  Did you get it also in the villages?
No thanks.  I like cognac but I don't drink when on duty.  We Germans take our duties
very seriously.  An order is an order.  No questions asked.  I expect it from you too,

We Ukrainians are good in following orders.

I don't think so.  There was an order that all Jewish prisoners should be transferred to
German custody within twenty four hours.  Did you follow this order?

Yes Sir! I ordered that all Jews alive be transferred to the German Police station.

Thanks.  Commandant remember one think.  No Jew is innocent.  To kill a Jew, you don't
need proof of guilt, not even a pretext.  Send the Jews to our post tomorrow morning.  We
will decide their fate.

                           (Clicks his heels and salutes)
Yawohl! Herr Commandant.

                           (Dietrich walks over to the buffet and picks up the bottle of cognac, looks
                           for a few seconds at the box left by Reb Nahum)
I love real French cognac.  I don't drink when on duty, but I will enjoy it later.
                           (He puts the bottle in his pocket and picks up the box with the medal,
                           opens it and examines the content)
An Austrian Medal for Valor.  Whose is this?

My Father got it for the heroic rescue of his comrade in arms.  He fought with the 48 Field
Artillery Regiment and took part in 12th Offensive on the Isonca River.

                           (Visibly excited and moved)
What coincidence.  My Reb Isaac served with the 48th Artillery Regiment and was
wounded and saved during the 12th Isonca Offensive.
                           (Sees the surprised look on Krawczuk face)
I am Austrian, you know.  I was born in Vienna. Later our family moved to Dresden.
Maybe it was your Father that saved my Reb Isaac.  Is your Father alive?  I would like to
talk to him.


My Father passed away.  He never fully recovered from those wounds.
                           (Realizing the slip of his tongue, he adds hastily)
He was wounded during this rescue mission.

I am sorry to hear it.
                           (He salutes and starts to leave the apartment, taking the bottle of Cognac
                           with him.  At the door he suddenly stops and turns around)
You know what Commandant.  I don't feel like going back to my empty quarters.  Let's
have a drink together.

Yawohl!  Her Commandant, with pleasure.

                           (Sits down at the table, opens the bottle of cognac and pours it into two
                           glasses provided by Krawczuk. Then he raises the glass)
Let's drink to German victory.  To Victory!

                           (Raises his glass also)
To German Victory!
                           (They both drink in silence. Now Krawczuk pours the cognac and raises
                           his glass to propose a toast)
Commandant I propose that we drink to the health of your family.

                           (His face hardens.  He picks up the glass and throws it to the ground,
                           smashing it)
I don't have a family.  They all got killed.

                                                            (He breaks down, drops his head on the table and
                                                            covers it with both hands.)

                           (Looks confused for a minute and then picks up his glass of cognac and
                           mutters a new toast)
 For our Homeland! For the Fuhrer!

                                                            (He empties the glass in one gulp)

                           (Dietrich looks sheepishly up and after a while regains his self-assurance.
                           He picks up another glass fills it with cognac and raises another toast)
 To the death of our enemies.

                                                            (He empties the glass).

We finally got a good toast.  The Reich has many enemies.  We will need another bottle.


                                                            (He walks over to the credenza and pulls out another
                                                            bottle.  He puts it on the table, besides Dietrich).

                           (Pushes away the second bottle of cognac)
We don't need it.  Germany has one powerful enemy - the Jews.  We defeat the Jews and
we defeat all our enemies.
                           (He pours himself another drink)
I used to be a nice fellow.  I tried to help everyone; I even saved quite a few Jews from
their death.  I tried to help people.
                           (He pours himself another drink)
Until a few months ago I received this tragic letter from my parents.  They informed me
that all my family, my wife and my two children perished in an air raid.
They were burned and crushed like a box of matches.

I am sorry to hear it.  Really sorry.

Oh shut up and listen, you monkey.  Let me talk.
For months I could not sleep, eat or function.  I felt useless without a purpose for living.
Until one day I listened to the radio, to Goebbels speech.  What an orator he is.
                           (He pours himself another drink)
He explained it all.  He explained it how the Jews pushed for the war.  He explained it
how the Jews are fighting for world domination.  Because of their ambitions my family
perished . . .   I found a purpose . . .  Avenge.  The Jews are the guilty ones and they should
pay for their crimes.

Soon, we will kill all the Jews that we can catch, that mean about 50%.  We know that the
Jews built extensive hideouts and shelters and we cannot catch them all, and we don't want
to catch them all.  They are better than slaves; they work free and even feed themselves.
Only the superior culture could create such ingenious scheme where the victims work free
and even help in their destruction. This is possible because we Germans take our orders
seriously, no questions asked.

                                                            END OF SCENE


                                                            SCENE 5 - WEISER'S OFFICE


                                                            This scene takes place in the Judenrat, in the office
                                                            of Weiser, the president of the Judenrat.  It is a
                                                            sparsely furnished room with them large desk
                                                            adjacent to the window.  Over the desk hangs a bare
                                                            incandescent bulb.



                                                            Two days later.

                                    AT RISE:

                                                            Weiser sits at the desk, when Reb Nahum walks in.

Welcome Reb Nahum.  You finally made it to the Judenrat.  Are you accepting my offer?
Are you joining the Judenrat?

                                                            REB NAHUM
No, Mr. Weiser.  I do have more urgent matters on my hands.  I'm looking for my daughter

You're looking for Rachel?  What happened to her?

                                                            REB NAHUM
She was sent to work outside the ghetto and never returned home.  She was arrested by the
Ukrainian police.

Why?  What is the reason?

                                                            REB NAHUM
To arrest a Jewish girl you don't need a reason.  Just a whim will do.

I am sorry, but I can't help you Reb Nahum.Reb

                                                            REB NAHUM.
Yesterday night I made a deal with Kravchuk and left in $250.  He promised to release
Rachel.  But up to now, nothing happened.  Maybe you can find out what is the reason for
the delay.

Let me call Meir, the commandant of the Jewish police.  But before I call him, I want you
to know that I'm just a figurehead here.

You know Reb Nahum that I was a very successful businessman, proud of my integrity
and good will.  For me a word is a word better than signed and sealed contracts.  This
position is not for me.

                                                            REB NAHUM.
I know this.

I would rather die, than harm a fellow men.  To send people to German labor camps, is
against my grain.  I cannot do it.  Luckily, Meir does all the decisions for me.

                                                            Suddenly Meir walks in.


                           (Seeing Reb Nahum.)
Reb Nahum, I got a call from Kravchuk, saying that he was ordered by the Germans to
transfer all Jewish prisoners to the German custody.  Unfortunately, Rachel was included.
She is now in the German custody.

                                                            REB NAHUM.
What can I do now?  Woe to me!  This will kill Leah, my wife.

I have more disturbing news.  Very disturbing news!  The Germans claim that we have
1000 superfluous Jews in the ghetto.  The superfluous means not contributing to the
economy, not working.  They requested a list of 1000 Jewish to be transferred out of the
ghetto.  We have seven days to comply.  And we don't comply, they will kill 4000 Jews.
All the Jews they can catch.

This means that we will sign a death sentence for 1000 Jews.  I cannot do it. I will not do it.

Providing the list will be instrumental in savings  the lives of 4000 Jews. We have an
obligation to do it.

It boils down to a simple question. Are we killing 1000 Jews, or are we saving the lives of
4000 Jews. I am all shaken, I am sorry to be alive.  Meir, could you get for me cyanamid
poison.  I will need it.

You won't need poison.  Mr. Weiser please start the theatrics. We have to approach the
situation calmly.
Mr. Weiser will you sign the list if the Rabbi, Reb Nahum will find in the Talmud a
justification or a precedent.
                           (Turning to Reb Nahum)
Reb Nahum, for the sake of Rachel and for the sake of 4000 Jews of this community, you
have to find a precedent. It is our moral responsibility.

Reb Nahum, what is your opinion? Are we allowed to save 4000 Jews by turning in 1000

                                                            REB NAHUM
The Talmud teaches us that a Jew cannot save his  life by endangering the lives of others.

We live in unusual times, and I am sure that you can find in the Talmud a precedent
allowing us to furnish the German a list.  We are not killing the 1000 Jews, we are just
providing a list.
                           (turning to Weiser)
Mr. Weiser will you sign the list if Reb Nahum issues a proper verdict?


Yes, I  will  sign the list.

                                                            END OF SCENE



                                                                   ACT 2

                                                            SCENE 1 - CONSIDERATIONS


                                                            In the synagogue.


                                                            Same day, but late at night.

                                    AT RISE:

                                                            Reb Nahum sits at the table with two stacks of
                                                            Talmudic books. A flickering kerosene lamp provides
                                                            a harsh, dramatic illumination.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Here I am, trying to find a solution to an insoluble problem.  How do I justify the killing
of 1000 Jews, for the good of the community?
The Ten Commandments clearly prohibits any killing.  Period.  The Gemara Berachot
clearly says that a Jew can't save his life by endangering the life of others.  This is the law.
Can there be another interpretation?
On the other hand, we Jews survived 2000 years of exile by being able to adjust the ancient
laws to the changing social conditions.  So maybe the laws require some adjustment?
4000 years ago, Moses laid down the foundation for the Western civilization, and here
comes Reb Nahum overriding Moses and 4000 years of history.  A small adjustment.
Create a precedence, demands Meir for the good of the community. Hitler created already
the precedence.  Kill! Kill!  Kill.  Shall I be his accomplice?  Never.  A man is born naked,
and naked he leaves this world; only his good name is left behind.  I can't do it.
Never?  But what about Rachel?  How do I save Rachel?  What is he doing now?  Where
is he now?  The light of my life will be extinguished soon and I, her Father cannot help her.
Create a precedence said Meir.  Jewish history is full of precedence of sacrifices and
persecutions.  There is no need to create precedence.  I think that the most important
consideration is to do what is good for the community.  But what is good for the community?
This is the question.
                           (Reb Nahum picks up a book from the stack and starts to read. There is a
                           weak knock on the door and Leah comes in.  She is carrying a bowl of hot
                           soup and proceeds cautiously toward the table)

I brought you some soup, Nahum.  You have a long night before you.


                                                            REB NAHUM
Thank you, Leah.  I have no appetite and I am too busy.

Eat Nahum.  You need strength to face all those calamities. What are you going to do?
You understand that Rachel's life depends on your decision?

                                                            REB NAHUM
No Leah.  Rachel's life is in God's hands.  He and only He can deliver her from the hands
of our enemies.
Leah.  All my life I longed to see Rachel standing under the wedding canopy adjacent to
the groom, covered with the veil.  I wanted to see him lifting her white transparent veil,
handing her the cup of wine.  I wanted to see the breaking of the glass and hear the hearty
Mazal Tow.  I lived for that day, and now, if I am lucky, I will see his dead body covered
with a white shroud.  Do you understand my pain?  Can you feel my pain?

Do I understand your pain?  Nahum, it's so hard to bring up a child.  Who understands all
the sleepless nights, the wear and tear, the worries . . . all the care that it takes to bring up
a child.
And suddenly it's all gone and emptiness engulfs you.  Nothing to live for, emptiness
engulfs you.  Not a shred of light.  But yet you have to plug along, suppress the cry of pain
and plug along.

                                                            REB NAHUM
But still pain is a sign of life.  It's better to feel pain than not to feel at all.

Nahum, maybe you should sign this list?

                                                            REB NAHUM
I made up my mind to sign the list, when I unexpectedly run into these excerpts. Let me
read them to you:
                           (He picks up a book from the stack, opens it and reads aloud)
"There should  be nothing astonishing in our facing the death on behalf of our Laws with
a courage which no other nation can equal . . . We trained our courage, not with a view of
waging war for self-aggrandizement, but in order to preserve our Laws.  To defeat in any
other form we patiently submit, but when pressure is put upon us to alter our statutes, then
we deliberately fight, even against tremendous odds, and hold out under reverses to the
last extremity. "
"Robbed though we be of wealth, of cities, of all good things, our Law at least remains
immortal:  and there in no a Jew so distant from his country, so much in awe of a cruel
despot, but has more fear of the Law than of him.
                           (Joseph Flavius - Against Apion II:277-78)

                                                            (He folds the book and puts it carefully on the top of
                                                            the stack of books)


Leah, do you know who wrote those words?  It was Joseph Flavius, a Jewish historian, a
contemporary of Christ.  You see Leah; adherence to the Law was the glue that kept the
Jews and their culture alive through the ages of dispersion and persecution.
Can I break this chain?

What did he mean by this, Joseph Flavius?

                                                            REB NAHUM
He simply said that, already in his time, Jews will give up their wealth, freedom and their
lives, but will not break their Laws.  The Law was their conscience and guiding force.
Talk, talk but I have to find an answer and issue the verdict.  The way I see it, the life of
our daughter is not worth more than the lives of 1000 Jews.  So the most important
consideration is the good of the community.  This is the problem.  As far as Rachel is
concerned, I believe that his fate is in God's hands.  Only God knows what is better, life or
Leah, Meir gave me the authority to decide the difficult and tragic question.  I have to do
my best to find a solution.
I don't know if I am fool, but deep down in my heart I believe that Rachel will come back
to us and this all is a bad dream.

I trust your judgment Nahum.  I am sorry that it took me so long to appreciate your wisdom
and integrity.  I love you and trust you.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Embracing her warmly)
Don't worry, Leah. Let me tell you about my problem.  I believe that Meir is right. We
have to postpone the judgment day. The Germans are not bluffing. They will kill the all
the Jews, but I am too weak make a decision.
                           (There is another knock on the door and Reb Isaac enters the synagogue)

                                                            REB ISAAC
Reb Nahum, did you hear the new joke about the smugglers from the Warsaw Ghetto.
                           (Without waiting for his reply, he proceeds)
You know that the Warsaw ghetto smugglers are very efficient.  They smuggle sheep and
cows into the ghetto.  So Hitler turned to the smugglers and asked them if they could
smuggle in a hundred German soldiers into the besieged Leningrad.
"No problem answered one of the smugglers, but we will have to cut them up first."   Ha!
Ha!  Ha!  Isn't that funny?

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Takes off his glasses and looks intensively at the Beadle)
Reb Isaac, did you come to tell me jokes?  What is the matter with you?  To tell me this
joke you endangered your life by violating the curfew?


                                                            REB ISAAC
I came to cheer you up and talk to you.  The news is out. Everybody is waiting for the
verdict.  Some criticize Weiser for passing the buck.  People are divided and scared.
Everybody has some advice for you.

                                                            REB NAHUM
What is your advice my friend?

                                                            REB ISAAC
Reb Nahum, I am not so much versed in the Law like you, but the way I see it, we the
older people lived our lives, now we should give the younger people a chance to . . .  suffer.

                                                            REB NAHUM
What do you think is the best solution for the community?

                                                            REB ISAAC
To be honest with you, I don't know? Everybody wants to live, especially when life is
denied you.
On the way here I met Moshe the Fool, and you know what he told me?
"Reb Isaac, tell Reb Nahum not to take it so seriously. Signing or not signing will not
make any difference.  It's all lost."  This Moshe the Fool, told me.

                                                            REB NAHUM
In ancient Greece they believed that the Gods talk through crazy people.  They took all the
pronouncements of crazy people seriously.  I start to believe that they were right.
This is the best advice I heard today.  In these crazy times only mad people behave normally.
This is their world.

                           (Turning to Reb Isaac)
You are talking nonsense.  Are we to accept the Fools as our Sages?

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Interrupting her)
In trying times like ours everything is upside down.  The Fools are the Sages and the Sages
are the Fools.

                                                            REB ISAAC
You know what else Moshe the Fool said?  He said, tell Reb Nahum that we are all living
on borrowed time, and when you live on borrowed time you don't care about the high
interest rate you are paying."
I believe that behind the mask of crazy man Moshe hides a smart man.  It really does not
make a difference.  The die is cast.
We old people have suffered enough in this world.  We suffered enough.  It is time to retire.
Let the young take over the suffering.  Death is no big deal.  Nobody leaves this world
alive anyhow.
Yow know what Reb Nahum. Life for the older people is not such a pleasure.  Sign the list.
Sign it! Sign it!


                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Pauses for a minute and collect his thoughts)
I wonder what are other people, ordinary people, thinking about this situation.

                                                            REB ISAAC
Before coming here I spoke to Malke, my daughter.  She is a smart woman, with good
intuition.  What advice can you give to Reb Nahum? I asked her.
She told me that she has a friend that is working for the Ukrainian Police who told her that
Dietrich and Krawczuk went out to look for antitank ditches.  They will use them as mass

There is plenty of space in those ditches. If Reb Nahum won't sign the list, we all will
wind up in those ditches.

                                                            REB NAHUM
But where s the assurance that in two months the Germans won't ask for another list?
Thank you all for your advice.  If I understand you correctly, the majority is for the signing
and postponing the Day of Judgment.  In Ancient Rome they use to say: The voice of the
people is the voice of God. So be it.  Thank you very much for your help and advice, Reb
Isaac.  Let peace be with you.  Let God Bless you and protect you.

                                                            REB ISAAC
                           (Walks toward the door, but in the last minute turns around)
Reb Nahum, all my life I prayed to God. "Al taazwenu  b'eit Ziknah"- God Almighty, don't
abandon me in my old age, when my strength is gone don't abandon me.  Reb Nahum,
Hitler, solved the problem of old age, he said Reb Isaac you are an old Jew, you have no
right to live.  No right to live. Period.

Now, Reb Nahum, you are a learned man, you are a man of God, answer me a simple
question, please.  All our lives we lived according to his commandments, we observed the
Sabbath, we fasted as prescribed in the Torah, we kept kosher homes,  we didn't kill or
steal.  Where is God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob?  Why doesn't he listen to the cries of
the Children of Israel?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Reb Isaac, it is important to do God's will and not to expect God to do our will.  There is a
reason for everything, although we mortals don't see it.  You know that at the time of the
Destruction of the Temple there was a big explosion of violence; thousand upon thousand
of Jews lost their lives, scores were sold into slavery and the Jewish people were expelled
from their Homeland.
It could be that He wanted to spread the Jews all over the world, to spread the message of
righteousness, to spread the Ten Commandment

                                                            REB ISAAC
Reb Nahum, I am not a learned man, but I know one thing.  It is written in the Bible that
when in danger hide. I believe that best way to survive, is to hide: hide in the forest, hide
on Aryan papers, hide in the countryside.  Just hide. Signing the list will be a warning
against complicity.


                                                            REB ISAAC (CONTINUED)
Here in the Ghetto we are shooting ducks for the Germans. They are playing with us cat
and mouse games.

                                                            REB NAHUM
You might be right, Reb Isaac, but what should be the verdict?  This is decision that I have
to make tonight.
                           (The Beadle leaves the synagogue and Reb Nahum thinks a minute)
Will the future generations understand our sufferings, our sacrifice?  Maybe I should write
about it?

                                                            (He picks up a sheet of paper and starts to write

                                                            END OF SCENE


                                                            SCENE - 2 THE LIST


                                                            Weiser's Office


                                                            One day later

                                    AT RISE:

                                                            Meir and Weiser sit at the table. Reb Nahum enters.

Reb Nahum did you reach a decision? We are waiting for your Verdict.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir, I understand your position, that we live in extraordinary times and we have to take
extraordinary measures to save lives and protect the younger generation. Nevertheless, it
is a short term solution, and it establishes a dangerous precedent.  Tomorrow the German
will use another pretext to ask for another thousand Jews.

I strongly feel that breaking our basic laws, breaking the Ten Commandments  will leave
the community and the society vulnerable. Our laws sheltered our community for thousands
of years.  Shall we abandon them now?

We have to play for time. The Germans are losing the war, and Hitler will not last forever.
Acting now we make sure that a big chunk of the community has a chance of survival.
They should  outlast Hitler. Period.


With a bleeding heart we prepared the list. We selected all the old, infirm, and the sick
Jews that have little chances to survive the war.

                                                            REB NAHUM
You are going to kill 1000 Jews?  The old, the infirm and the cripples.  This is just awful.

If we don't give them one thousand Jews the Germans are going to kill us all.  4000 Jews
will lose their lives.  What choices do we have?  We are saving the lives of 4000 Jews, the
whole Shtetl.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir, we cannot do it! It is against the Law, the Halacha. Thou shall not kill, is the basic
Commandment.  It is the basic foundation of our Jewish life, Jewish heritage, and Jewish

I did my best, Reb Nahum.  See for yourself.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir, I don't want to see those damned papers. You want me to see a list of innocent Jews,
selected by Jews, to be shot.  It is horrible.  It is inhuman.

It pains me also, but what choices do we have?  I want to save 4000 Jews. This is my duty
and obligation. The problem is that Weiser, our President, will not sign the list unless you,
the rabbi of the Shtetl, approve it. The ball is in your court, Reb Nahum.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir, you a putting a tremendous burden on me.  I guess I will have to read the names of
the victims.
                           (He picks his glasses and sits down in the chair to read. His hands tremble
                           visibly. After a while he turns to Meir.)
Meir, I can't believe my eyes.  You are killing the soul of the Shtetl.  For example take
Josele the Soifer- Josele the Scribe.  He wrote every mezuzah in the Shtetl and wrote ten
Torah Scrolls.  He is indispensable for the cultural survival of the Community.

Reb Nahum, he is an old man. He lived his life and besides he leaves behind six children.
They deserve to be sheltered.

                                                            REB NAHUM
And how will they survive without parents? They will die from starvation. This is inhuman.

Do you want me to take two of his children?  The youngest for example.  They are young,
vulnerable and have little chances for survival Do you want to take them instead?

                                                            REB NAHUN
                           (With indignation)
How can you take away young children from their parents?  This will kill the children and
the parents.  You cannot do it!


                                                            REB NAHUN (CONTINUED)
Shloime the Balagule is also on list. Shloime the Balagule, the most decent, the most loved
man in the Shtetl.  Let me tell you that for twenty years, Shloime crisscrossed the Shtetl,
everyday, rain or shine, delivering sacks of potatoes, coal or firewood to the poor people.
For pennies. Poor Shloime starved his horse to death, to feed his children.
I remember that one day during the services I saw Shloime sitting in his prayer shawl,
dressed in a patched capote, with big boots lined with straw, to keep them warm and
talking with God.  Yes talking to God.  Shloime was talking to God in Yiddish.  What a
character Shloime was.
You know Rabbi, he said to me, God understand Yiddish, and you don't have to use all
this fancy Hebrew.  What a character? You kill him and the Shtetl will never be the same.

Reb Nahum, every human being is precious and priceless. I know it.  But don't we have to
do it to protect our future?

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Proceeds reading. From time to time he stops and his face shows strains
                           of pain.)
Moshe the Wasser Trager - Moses the Water Carrier. Everyday, Moses walked tens of
miles, carrying on a wooden yoke two pails of crystal clear water.  For two pails of tasty
water Moses charged ten pennies.
You know Meir that Moses delivered water free of charge to widows and orphans.  He is
such a pious Jew always looking for a way to perform a Mitzvah, to perform a good deed.
He always shared his meager Shabbat meals with people poorer than him himself. How
can you kill him?
The moral of the story is that the cohesiveness of the Jewish community, the social
responsibility kept us together for generations.  You kill those people and cohesiveness
will be gone forever.  We will perish.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir, I can not sign those papers.  Those are living people, my neighbors, my pupils, my
friends.  You are playing God. You are deciding who shall live and who shall die. You
will be killing the Shtetl with your collaboration with our enemies. I can't sign it.

Reb Nahum, you call it collaboration, I call it adaptation.  Look here.
                           (Meir walks over to a small cabinet, takes out a manila envelope and gives
                           to Reb Nahum)
Look here are my Aryan papers, for me and my wife: Mietek and Valeria Sikorski.  With
those papers I can leave tomorrow and live safely on the other side.
I am staying here because of the social responsibility. Unfortunately, I am the only one
that can assure the survival of the Shtetl. Weiser, my boss, cannot make a decision.  The
Germans tried to starve us to death.  All food supplies were cut off.  We had to live on a
quarter pound of sawdust bread but the Jews are adaptable, resourceful people. Now
everybody is smuggling in food to the Ghetto, even the Burial Society, the Chevra Keddisha,
is using the coffins for smuggling.  The Germans are afraid of typhoid and don't touch the


                                                            MEIR (CONTINUED)
Overnight we built grindstone mills, organized underground bakeries, built extensive
bunkers for hiding. All this done under the eyes of the Germans, with the help and
protection of the Jewish Police. You call it collaboration?

                                                            REB NAHUM
What is the use of all those activities when you are going to kill the people ad undermine
the cohesiveness?

The Germans realized that they cannot starve us to death so they are starting direct killing.
We understand that.  To assure the survival of the community we do have to slow this
process.  We have to protect the fittest and most valuable. We have to play for time,
hoping that the Allies will break Hitler's neck.  We have to adapt to the new conditions at
this historical junction. We have to play for time and cannot afford the luxury of social
justice. e

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir I can't sign it. This is against the law, against the Jewish tradition and sanctity of
human life.  I can't do this.

Listen to me Reb Nahum, listen carefully.  Isn't saving of 4000 Jews according to the Law?
For the sake of the community you have to find a precedence, to find a justification.  The
Talmud is full different opinions, different precedence and contradictions.
Remember Beth Hillel and Beth Shamai.  They disagreed on almost all the issues. You
can find the proper interpretation.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir, I am not a lawyer that looks for loophole in the ancient laws.  I am a Rabbi who also
has a heart.

I understand you....You maybe right? What choices do we have?  But, I cannot do it. This
quest for righteousness is deeply ingrained in my soul, my whole being. I cannot do it.

Reb Nahum, you think that I am a scoundrel.  You are wrong.  I adjusted to the new reality.
It is you that lives in the Talmudic world of yesterday, in the world of discourses and
discussions about righteousness, morality and mitzvoth [good deeds].
This world fell apart a long time ago and you are still clinging to the illusions.  You cannot
solve today's problems with the notions from the Babylonian age.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Don't do unto others, is not a Babylonian notion.  It is the basis of our faith.

                           (Gets up and approaches Reb Nahum.  His face hardens, his voice is


                                                            MEIR (CONTINUED)
Reb Nahum, you have to do it.  You have to do it for your own sake and for the sake of
your family.
I hope that you understand the implications. If this is true, you and your family will be on
the list. It is only fair.  Isn't it?
Here is the deal.  You sign the list and I will promise you that I will do my best to save
Rachel. I do have connections, you know.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir.  I don't think that the life of Rachel is worth more than the lives of 1000 Jews.  Never.
In the eyes of God we are all equal.  As to myself and my family I leave it in God's hands.
A man is from dust and to dust he returns.

Reb Nahum, I am not threatening you, I am only asking you do go home and find
precedence.  You have a 24 hour deadline.  I am sure that you will sign the list.  Integrity
is a nice word, which goes out through the window when ones life is in danger.  Self-
preservation is the basic law of nature.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Reb Nahum gets up and heads toward the door. He stops and turns
                           toward Meir)
Meir, I understand your position.  You might be right but I cannot sign it. Nevertheless I
promise you continue looking for a solution.

                                                            END OF SCENE


                                                            SCENE 3 - APPARITION


                                                            The same synagogue. On the up left there is a white
                                                            screen on which the apparition of Reb Nahum's Reb
                                                            Father will be projected.

                                                            TIME:  Same day late at night.

                                    AT RISE:

                                                            Reb Nahum sits at the table, opens a book and to
                                                            looks it through. After a while he gets up and walks
                                                            into the storage room and comes out with another
                                                            stack of books.

                                                            REB NAHUM
It is late at night, soon there will come the time for the crowing of the rooster, and I still
don't know what to do.  I wish my Reb Isaac was here.  Oh!  I am so tired and I hardly can
keep much eyes open.  I have to rest.


                                                            REB NAHUM (CONTINUED)
                           (He leans his head on the table and exhausted falls asleep. He starts to
                           dream. The apparition of his Reb Isaac appears on the screen.   The Reb
                           Isaac is dressed in a white coat that blends completely with his white hair
                           and white beard)

Nahum, my son, you called me?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Father, am I glad to see you.  I have big, big problem, and you can help me to solve it.
You are so versed in the Talmud.  Tell me Father why does it happen to us?

Maybe God is punishing Israel for its transgressions?

                                                            REB NAHUM
Reb Isaac I hate to hear this cliche about punishment of Israel for its transgression.  For
two thousand years we lived in accordance with the teaching of the great prophets, Isaiah,
Amos, Jeremiah.  We beat our swords into pruning hooks and learned war no more, we
kept all the Commandments of the Torah.
Where is the transgression?  Why this sufferance and all those tears?

You don't understand, son.  After the destruction of the Temple all gates to Heaven were
closed and the only gates to Heaven that remained open were the Gate of Tears.
It is unfortunate but the only way to communicate with God is through tears, my son.  This
is clearly written in the Cabala.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Father isn't it written in the Psalm that we have to serve the Lord with gladness and come
into His presence with joy?
How can we serve God with gladness when the Gates of Gladness are closed?

I understand your question son, but I don't have the answer.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Father, can you explain to me this insanity?  What is the purpose of this killing?

Son, this is a replay of the Tower of Babel.

                                                            REB NAHUM
The Tower of Babel?  I don't understand this, Father.

The history of mankind is best represented by the story of the Tower of Babel. Man is
unable to recognize his limitations and accept the fact that he is part of nature and not its


                                                            FATHER (CONTINUED)
God created this beautiful world, a delightful mosaic of colors, shades with constant
interaction of lights and shadows, the birds and the bees, the fruits and the weeds, and
even people of different colors and shades.

And in each generation comes a man that wants to improve God's world, to achieve gray
mediocrity, a world without colors, without diversity, filled with poisonous hatred and
injustice.  A world of masters and slaves. Hitler is such a man and he will have the same
end as the builders of the Tower of Babel.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Father what will be the end of this?

There will be no end to these unnecessary sufferings, to all those conflicts, until man
realizes the will of the Creator manifesting itself through his creation.
God could have created a mono-chromatic world inhabited with think-alike pious, devoted
people. He did not do it.  He created a diversified world full of people of many colors,
many beliefs, serving the Creator in many ways.  Diversity is spice of life, and to maintain
a harmonious life enhancing diversity, religious and cultural tolerance is a must. Until man
learns the tolerance the world will be in turmoil.

                                                            REB NAHUM
But Reb Isaac, what shall I do?   I am called to decide the fate of a thousand Jews.  I am
only a small town Rabbi, how can I make such decisions?

When Providence calls, a man rises to the occasion and to the challenge.  Believe me,
heroes are not born, they are made. In perilous time Israel was always guided, by
individuals of high integrity and high moral standards.
You fit this picture, my son.  Rise to the occasion.

                                                            REB NAHUM
What shall I do, Father?  Are we killing 1000 Jews or are we  saving the lives of 4000
Jews? This is the question.  What should I do, Father?
Is my daughter's life worth more than the lives of 1000 Jews?

I can't tell you what to do?  You have to make your own decisions.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I have to make my own decisions?  It is funny to hear this from you, Father.  All my life
you made the decisions for me.  You selected my bride.  You made me a Rabbi of this
God forsaken town.  Now, I have to make my own decisions.

I did what was the best for the community.


                                                            REB NAHUM
Yes, Father for the good of the community I gave my dreams to foster your illusions.

                                                            (After a moment of hesitation he adds bitterly, his
                                                            hand touching his chin, like searching for his beard.)

But let's forget about the past.  What advice can you give me now Father?

I cannot solve this problem for you, and although I can see the future, I cannot reveal it to
you, fully.

                                                            REB NAHUM
You said that you can't reveal the future fully.  How much can you reveal Father?

I can talk only in generalities.  It is a time of great peril for Israel.  A powerful, unscrupulous,
blind enemy is trying to destroy Israel.  A false Messiah has arisen, who teaches people
hatred instead of love; teaches people how to destroy instead of how to build;  how to kill
instead of how to grow and sustain life.
Hard times are ahead for the people of Israel.

The false Messiah will not succeed, and in the end he will kill himself.  Scores of
thousands from Israel will die, but Israel will not perish.  On the ashes of the burned out
life a new life will sprout.
                           (He hesitates a moment, like trying to decide if is not reveling too much)

God has listened to the cries of his children and decided to gather them from all four
corners of the world and bring them into the Promised Land.  But before Israel can rise,
the  spirit of Bar Kochba must be revived.  No more sacrifices for the Sanctification of the
Holy Name.  A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.  There will no peace for the weak,
no peace for the wicked.
                           (He stops for a moment)
Nahum, my son, I hope that you understand that I am giving you only background
information.  I am not trying to make the decision for you.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I understand your motivation, and I am thankful to you.  You definitely made my death
easier . . .   You gave me hope . . .  hope for the future, but what shall I do?  What should
the Verdict be?

One advice I can give you my son.  Do God's will, son.  Don't ask God to do your will.

                                                            REB NAHUM
But what is God's will Father?  I searched all the Holy Books: the Five Books of Moses,
the Babylonian Talmud, the Treatises of Maimonides. I even looked to Spinoza for
guidance.  I couldn't find the answer.


I can also tell you that you will not find the answer in the Talmud.  Israel had never faced
such perils.  You will have to look for answers somewhere else.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Cries out in a distressed voice)

                                                            REB NAHUM
Where shall I look for answers, in Mein Kampf?

You said it, not me.  I can't help you.  People in heaven can't interfere with the lives of the
living.  Your decision will not make any difference at all.  Do God's will, son.  It makes
no difference.  Good-bye son.  My time is up. I have to go. God be with you, son.  I will
be waiting for you in Heaven.
                           (The broken figure of the Reb Isaac disappears in the darkness of the night
                           and Reb Nahum wakes up to the crowing of the rooster.  He looks around
                           in bewilderment.  The apparition of his Reb Isaac is gone.  Reb Nahum
                           gets up rubs his eyes and suddenly remembering his dream wakes up and
                           murmurs to himself)

                                                            REB NAHUM
Mein Kampf.  Mein Kampf.  The answer lies there.

                                                            (He approaches the masked bookcase and pulls out a
                                                            book.  An old newspaper clipping falls out.  He
                                                            bends down and picks up the newspaper page and
                                                            starts to read it).

Father was right, as always.  Here is the speech given by Hitler to the Reichstag, before
the war.  Oh God!  The situation is clear.  I should not sign the list.
Life in the Ghetto is so difficult, but we want to live.  We want to live so much.  We live
in constant danger; life in danger is very fast, full of impression. Every hour of life feels
like a day, every day feels like a month and every month feels like a lifetime. Can I rob
thousands of Jews of the Shtetl their most precious possession, their lives?
My heart wants me to sign. With every beat it calls to me "Sign fool!  Sign Fool!  It is
Rachel, the flesh of your flesh and the blood of your blood. Save him!  Save our people at
all cost.  But my hands refuse to sign.  My whole being is repelled.  This is a struggle
between my heart and my whole being.
W'Ahavta et Adonai . . . Thou shall love the Lord with all thy heart and all your being.
This is the essence of our faith.  How can I reject it and go against the explicit
commandments of God?
This is a fight between the love of God and the love of Rachel.  Rachel you must
understand that my love of God, love of the Creator of the Universe is stronger.  I am
going to do his will.  Who am I to break his Commandments?

                                                            (Reb Nahum starts to pace the scene, then he


                                                            approaches the pulpit and grabs the candelabra, and
                                                            raises it over his head.)

Let me keep the faith Lord. . . Let Thy people live. Oh Lord you know how difficult it is
to keep the faith in this sea of sufferance, hunger, terror and starvation.  You know it Lord.
Oh, Lord let me keep the faith!  Let Rachel live. Let our people live   . .  When my times
comes and the sun will set forever, when all the miracles of Your creation: the trees, the
grass, the birds  and the flowers will whittle away . . .  Let me die with Your name  on my
lips.  Let me seek your Divine Presence with love and confidence . . .  Let Rachel Live!
Let Thy People live, Lord!

                                                            END OF SCENE


                                                            SCENE 4 - THE END


                                                            The offices of the Jewish Police. At the left center
                                                            there is a small reception desk made from a converted
                                                            mahogany piece of furniture.  At up rear there is a
                                                            big desk of the Police Commander, Meir.  The center
                                                            piece of the desk is a big black telephone.  The
                                                            telephone is a hand cranked type.  To the left of the
                                                            desk stands a big dining table serving as a conference

                                                            At the up left there is entrance door.  The room is lit
                                                            by a naked electrical bulb.

                                                            TIME:   Next morning.

                                    AT RISE:

                                                            Meir sits at his desk and looks over a few sheets of
                                                            typed pages.  He gets up and looks at the clock.

                           (Pacing the office, very agitated, nervous)
Where is Reb Nahum, where is the Rabbi?  The deadline is almost here and he is not here.
Still praying, or maybe is trying to pass the buck, like Weiser.  It is all on my shoulders.
                           (Takes the list from the desk and looks it over)
The list is ready, everybody is waiting and the Rabbi is not here. What am I going to do?
Forge his signature?

                                                            (He approaches the pass-through window, behind his
                                                            desk and yells)

Shmulek, take a guy and go over to Reb Nahum's home or to the synagogue, and bring
him here.  Immediately.  Before the disaster strikes.


                                                            VOICE OF SHMULEK
Yes Commandant, I am going immediately, and I will bring him dead or alive.

                           (Resumes his nervous pacing)
It is all because of this fool Weiser.  I am sticking out my neck and he plays the role of a
nice guy.  But what can I do? Fire him? He was appointed by the Germans.
                           (Suddenly there is a series of single shots.  Meir approaches the pass-
                           trough window and yells)
Shmulek what is going on?  Who is shooting?  What is going on?
                           (Stands still for a minute, listening)
Shmulek went to pick up Reb Nahum, and I am alone in the station.
                           (Glances at the clock)
My God there is only 45 minutes left to the deadline.  What am I going to do?

                                                            (Resumes pacing, after a while Reb Nahum walks in)

Finally you came, Reb Nahum. What was the shooting?  Why are you late?

                                                            REB NAHUM
You are the chief of the Jewish Police, the man with the connections, and you are asking
me about the shooting?
I will tell you what happened. When I was walking here, I panic broke out. Everybody was
running and shouting: Hide. Hide. Run for your life. I was pushed into a bunker, and
afterwards the shooting started.

Who was shooting?  Tell me, please.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I will tell you what happened. When I emerged from the bunker I saw Dietrich coming out
from the hospital, with the gun in his hands. He shot dead all the patients of the Jewish

Oh my God, he killed about 50 sick people. Killed liked that. Oh my God, Weiser's mother
was there.
                           (Regaining his composure.  He gets up from the desk, takes the list and
                           approaches the Rabbi)
We have serious business to discuss.  Reb Nahum I changed the list.  .  I took out Josele
the Sofer, Shloime the Balagule.  All of them.  The list is ready for your signature. By the
way, a few minutes ago I got a call from Krawczuk.  He said to tell you that the Germans
mean business.  You better sign the list.

                                                            REB NAHUM
I am sorry Meir.  I can't sign it.  In the eyes of God this is murder.  By signing the list I
would be breaking the Law.
For two thousand years Israel was guided by the rulings of the Sages like Hillel, Shamaj,
Rabbi Akiva, etc.  They with their rulings created a Common Law called Halacha.  For the
sake of the Nation this Law can't be broken.


Why not?  The Law should serve the community. The community doesn't serve the Law.

                                                            REB NAHUM
The Jews survived 2000 years of dispersion by strictly adhering to the traditions.  You
know a small crack in the foundation can cause the collapse of a whole structure.  We
have to guard the integrity of the structure.

Reb Nahum, the structure is collapsing.  Now we can only save individual stones of the
foundation . . . to be able to build another structure . . .  After the calamity is over.

                                                            REB NAHUM
We have survived two thousand years of exile by being a nation of dreamers.  Generation
upon generation, we accepted exile as a temporary setback and we accepted the dream of
Return to Zion as the reality.  If we give up our dream we will vanish.

I agree with you that for two thousand years the Jewish nation was kept together by the
dream of Return to Zion.  We were a nation of dreamers, and now we pay the price for it.
We sacrificed generations upon generations, to keep the dream alive.  The dream is gone.
Now we have to help the individual to survive physically, to bear witness to the atrocities
committed by man upon man, to make the world a better and safer place to live.  The time
for dreams is gone.

                                                            REB NAHUM
Interesting notion.  We survived 2000 years of exile, by maintaining a close knit community,
where the individual never hesitated to sacrifice his life for the good of the community.
We Jews call it Kiddush Hashem.  What you propose is to sacrifice the community for the
sake of selected individuals.  Meir it won't work. . . . It never worked.

Reb Nahum you are hiding conveniently behind God's will.  It was God's will to set up the
Nazis upon us.  Who are you to question his will?  Why don't you sign the list?

                                                            REB NAHUM
I cannot sign it, because it is not good for the community.  You know Meir, nations survive
physically and spiritually, through their myths, legends, beliefs and history. If I collaborate
with the Germans, a few Jews will survive physically, but we as a group will fail spiritually
and the future generations will be ashamed of us, ashamed of our actions.
I cannot be a collaborator.  A German collaborator. I can't.  I hope you understand me.

The other day I saw children playing in the street.  You know what they played? German
and Jews.  One five-year old pointed his little finger at a group of children yelling:  "I am
a German and you are Jews.  Puff!  Puff!  Ta-Ta-Ta. You're all dead."
My heart ached when I looked at those children.  It is those children and their future that I
am trying to protect. Remember if the young are going to be killed there is no future for
our nation.  Without the old people we can somehow manage.


                                                            REB NAHUM
Meir, yesterday I made up my mind to sign the list and get it over with, but I looked further
for some precedence in the Talmud. Until I found an old clipping of a speech that Hitler
made in the Reichstag on January 30, 1939 Hitler. He prophesied the annihilation of the
Jews, nine months before the outbreak of the war. Let me read it to you:
                           (He pulls out from his pocket a folded page of an old newspaper, gets
                           closer to Meir, shows it to him and starts to read aloud)
Hitler said and I quote:  "Today I will be a prophet again: If international Jewry within
Europe and abroad should succeed once more in plunging the peoples into a world war,
then the consequence will be not the Bolshevization of the world and therewith a victory
of Jewry, but on the contrary, the destruction of the Jewish race in Europe."
In my opinion Hitler's words are saying it all.  Killing of 1000 Jews is the beginning of the
end.  They will kill us all.  So let them do it without my help.

This is a piece of German propaganda.  Hitler used the Jews as a scapegoat to gain power.
Only a maniac can believe in this garbage.

                                                            REB NAHUM
And what is Hitler, not a maniac?  Only a maniac can believe that the Germans, a nation
of 80 millions can conquer the whole world.

Fate put upon me the responsibility for saving part of this community.  I do my best.  We
are surrounded by enemies; even the Allies don't give a damn about us.  They are
preoccupied with fighting the war. The only hope of survival we do have is to cooperate
with our enemies.  The Germans have no reason kill all the Jews.  They need us, they need
our free labor.  The Germans won't kill millions of Jews.  Why should they?  It is against
they own interest. We will survive although in limited numbers.
I hope to be between the survivors.  I am not a hero but I am no villain either.  We Jews
have not the luxury of choosing between Good and Evil.  I am choosing a lesser evil.
Signing the list, you will be saving the live of not only Rachel but a thousand other young
people that might be killed otherwise.  If you don't sign the blood of innocent will be on
your hands.
Let me tell you Reb Nahum.  Your signature is just a formality.  I will sign the list myself
and who is going to check it? I believe that I am doing the right thing.  It just a formality.
Sing It.  Sign it.

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Sits down on a chair, puts his head on his hands and contemplates a
                           minute. Meir looks on silently.  With shaky hands Meir hands over the list.
                           Reb Nahum examines it, and then he turns to Meir with a pained
                           expression on his face)
This piece of paper with a long list of names, but those is all living people.  People full of
hope, pain, hunger, expectations, remorse.  Today they are alive, tomorrow this will be a
list of dead victims, a list of the past.  Who will remember them?  Who will say Kaddish
for their souls?   I never dreamed that I will be put in such a position.  A simple scribbling
with the pen and it requires superhuman strength.


                                                            REB NAHUM (CONTINUED)
                           (He takes the lists in both hands ad turns toward the audience.  Raises the
                           list like in a gesture of benediction)
Father in Heaven, have mercy upon my soul.  Raise Your countenance upon me and give
me peace.  Give me peace. Peace.
Meir, I took the easy way out.  I made my peace with God. I made my peace with the
community.  Meir, I will not sign it.

                                                            (At this moment there is a big commotion in the
                                                            corridor.  A minute later Dietrich, the German
                                                            Commandant walks in.  Raises his hand in a Nazi

Heil Hitler! Meir. Where is the list?

                           (Takes the list from Reb Nahum and approaches Dietrich.)
The list is not signed. In one hour, half an hour before the deadline the list will be delivered
to your office, Commandant.

No Meir, keep this list.  Tomorrow morning, nine o'clock exactly, you will deliver the
1000 Jews to the trucks waiting at the market place. Remember 1000 Jews, nine o'clock.
Remember Meir, if you don't deliver, I will shot you with this gun. Remember.
For tomorrow morning you will also prepare for me another list. I need 300 Jews, educated
and able-bodied, to work on cataloging books in all the libraries of the county. It is work
for about one month.   Heil Hitler!
                           (After the salute Dietrich exits while Meir and Reb Nahum stand

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Coming to his senses)
What are you going to do, Meir?  What is your reply?

                           (His tense posture and rigid face are slowly relaxing. He takes the list and
                           approaches Reb Nahum)
Reb Nahum, here is my reply.
                           (He takes the list and tears into pieces. Throw the scraps of paper into the
If the Germans want to kill us, let them do the job themselves. We will not help them!

                                                            REB NAHUM
                           (Approaches Meir and warmly embraces him)
Meir, I always knew that you are a honest man.  You made the right decision, Meir.  The
future generations will honor us but they will never understand our trials and tribulations.
We are in a non win situation, damned if you do and damned if you don't. When in doubt
we have to follow our principles.


                                                            REB NAHUM (CONTINUED)
Yesterday night, in the midst of my deliberations, I realized this and I decided to write a
prayer. And here it is.
                           (He pulls out  a sheet of paper and starts to read

Praised be O God, Ruler of the Universe, who made us captives of Hope. Guard me, O
Lord, from hating man, my brother. Guard me from recalling, what he did to me. Even
when all the stars in the sky are quenched, Even when my soul becomes mute, When I am
overcome by disaster, Let me not lay his guilt bare.

When the barbed wire fence is locked, Darkness over the nation reclines, And we are
drained of love and rejected, I am bound to my rock-O Lord. Permit me to see in my
brother a spark, The spark of humanity still shining, That I may know that in me, myself,
Not all is extinguished yet.

About 100 Jews of the Shtetl survived the Holocaust.  Reb Nahum perished the next day,
Leah died from hunger and typhoid, Meir was hanged for organizing a resistance group,
Reb Isaac found a Polish peasant who hid him,  and Krawczuk lives to this day in Canada.
What happened to Dietrich is not  known.

AT RISE: Total Darkness.