|best| - Schindler-s List -1993-

“Josef,” he murmured, “run a batch of identity tags. Badge numbers 1743 to 1750. Use the old stock, the ones from the cancelled contract. And Josef… make a mistake on 1747. Spell the surname ‘Weisz’ with a ‘Z’ instead of an ‘S’.”

Stern adjusted his spectacles. “Thirty lives, Herr Direktor. For the cost of a few reams of paper and a bottle of vodka for a railway clerk.” schindler-s list -1993-

Kraków, 1943. The ghetto’s final liquidation had painted the cobblestones with a dark, indelible stain. Oskar Schindler, the German industrialist with a taste for fine brandy and finer black-market ties, watched from the hillside, his face a mask of calculated indifference. But his accountant, Itzhak Stern, saw the tremor in Schindler’s hand as he lowered his binoculars. “Josef,” he murmured, “run a batch of identity tags