Mother and Son

Germany 1938

(Rain falls down. Not heavily, not light, just falling from the dark sky. No one is out, but who would be out in this weather anyway? Everyone is at home, asleep. There isn't any sound: no noise at all that you would believe that you're deaf. It's nighttime, so the only light comes from the lamps that light up the streets. It seems like none of the homes have life, except for the old, but recently renovated, mansion on 746 Richwart Avenue. The house stands out from the other houses on the block, mainly because of its enormous size able to hold a whole army inside. But there aren't any men in there now. Just an elderly maiden named Elisa dusting all the valuable vases and pots with care. And of course there's the lady of the house, Bonnie. She comes out from one of the power rooms in her night gown and robe, walking by the old woman doing her chores.)

Bonnie: Evening, Elisa.

(Elisa startles and nearly knocks over a piece of pottery.)

Elisa: Oh, my lady! You gave me quite a fright.

Bonnie: Oh, I dreadfully sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Elisa: Oh, no, no, it's quite all right. Besides, the older you get, the more 'jumpy' you are. Are you off to bed, my lady?

Bonnie: Yes, it's rather late. I just hope I can sleep with the rain going on.


Bonnie: Goodness, I wonder who there.

Elisa: Perhaps, it's the master, Commander Waldmar.

Bonnie: No, it can't be. He's still in Berlin and won't be back until next week. Perhaps I should answer it.

Elisa: Oh, no, my lady. As lady of the house, you shouldn't answer the door. I shall do it for you while you hop into bed.

Bonnie: Well, as you wish. But if their looking for my husband, tell them that he's out of town.

Elisa: Very well, my lady.

(Elisa bows and makes her way to the door. She grabs a lantern, along with a scarf to keep her warm, and opens the door to the front lawn to nothing. She scoffs.)

Elisa: Children these days.

(She about to go back inside the house, but then she looks over by the bushes.)


(She runs back in, calling Bonnie.)

Elisa: My lady! My lady! Please come down here quickly!

(Bonnie rushes down the flight of stairs to the main foyer.)

Bonnie: What is it, Elisa?

Elisa: There's a dead dog outside, my lady!

Bonnie: A dead dog?

Elisa: Yes, yes, outside by the door.

Bonnie: Maybe it's still alive and needs helps. Come. We must hurry.

Elisa: No, wait! Please, my lady. It might have rabies!

(Bonnie opens the door and begins investigating the ground. Elisa is holding up an umbrella over her head to keep her dry as she shows the young woman where she made her discovery.)

Elisa: I saw it right in there, my lady.

(Elisa points to the bushes. Bonnie is having a hard time seeing in the dark, so she hands her the lantern so she can shine it over the wet leafs. She goes in a little deeper, but her maid stays as close to the door as possible, afraid to see what lurks behind there. Bonnie moves some of the branches aside, but stops with widen eyes. Elisa can tell she found something horrifying.)

Bonnie: Oh my god!

Elisa: What? Does it have rabies?

Bonnie: It's not an animal at all, It's a baby!

(Bonnie pulls out a bundle, wrapping a beautiful baby boy, from underneath the bush.)


Elisa: Oh! Of course, it was a baby! How in the world did I think it was- A BABY? How did a baby get here?

Bonnie: I'm not sure. But I'm sure we'll . . .

Elisa: What? What wrong, my lady?

(She watches Bonnie opening up the blanket a little wider to look inside and turns to her with a frown. She reveals a Star of David.)

Elisa: Oh, my. He's a Jew, my lady.


Bonnie: Oh, poor dear, you miss your mother, don't you? There. There.

Elisa: She must have hidden him here from the soldiers.

(But Bonnie isn't pay attention. She's too busy rocking the baby in her arms. He feels safe with her, knowing that she will not harm him. There, he opens his eyes, looking up at Bonnie with a tooth less smile. She smiles back.)

Bonnie: Aww. He's absolutely adorable. Oh, look how cute his little hands are!

Elisa: Well, don't get too attach to him. If you do, you'll be wanting to keep him. But I know you're smart enough to realize that

(She turns to Bonnie, who gives her a nervous smile. She knew there she already made up her mind and starts shaking her head.)

Elisa: Oh, no! No, no, no! No! Don't even think about it! I've known for all these years and now it the time when I say 'No'. . . No!

Bonnie: Well, I can't possibly leave him here.

Elisa: Well, you can't possibly keep him here!

Bonnie: I will not turn in this precious child! Who knows what they'll do to him.

Elisa: But my lady, just think of what the master will do. If he finds out about this-

Bonnie: He'll never know! We'll raise him as our own; Waldmar and I. He'll be the prefect son.

Elisa: You can't raise a Jew to be like us! The master will not approve.

Bonnie: We'll raise him as if he was one of us. And his real identity will be our little secret.

Elisa: My lady, please tell me that 'our' doesn't mean us.

Bonnie: Elisa, please. You're the only one I can trust. Please, for the child's sake. Just look at his face!

(She holds up the child to the old woman's face. Elisa looks at Bonnie's pleading eyes, then at the baby's blue ones, and back to Bonnie's once again. She tries to stay true, but she can't keep her eyes off the child's face, acting like a little angel.)


Elisa: Oh, all right.

Bonnie: Oh, thank you, Elisa! Now, if you would, go to the kitchen and have a bottle ready for him. He must be starving.

Elisa: As you wish, my lady. Don't stay out to long, or else you'll catch something!

Bonnie: I won't! Thanks again!

(As soon as the maid is gone, she draws attention back to the little bundle in her arms, but then looks out into the rain: there's nothing out there. She then looks down at the star on his shirt. She has been hearing rumors of his people and not very good ones at that. She has so many questions, yet very little information. A flash of lightening shakes the thoughts out of her mind. She heads inside, bringing the baby with her and closing the big, wooden doors behind her.)

Bonnie: Don't you worry, I'll take very good care of you. You will always be safe with me . . . Diedrick.