test.txt

lz77算法("A Universal Algorithm for Sequential Data Compression")的一种简洁直观的实现。

               out on a park.

               INT. THE APARTMENT - NIGHT

               The same place full of furniture and people. Lots of SS in 
               uniform. Wine. Girls. Schindler, drinking with Oberfuhrer 
               Scherner, keeps glancing across the room to a particularly 
               good-looking Polish girl with another guy in uniform.

                                     SCHERNER
                         I'd never ask you for money, you 
                         know that. I don't even like talking 
                         about it -- money, favors -- I find 
                         it very awkward, it makes me very 
                         uncomfortable --

                                     SCHINDLER
                         No, look. It's the others. They're 
                         the ones causing these delays.

                                     SCHERNER
                         What others?

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Whoever. They're the ones. They'd 
                         appreciate some kind of gesture from 
                         me.

               Scherner thinks he understands what Schindler's saying. Just 
               in case he doesn't --

                                     SCHINDLER
                         I should send it to you, though, 
                         don't you think? You can forward it 
                         on? I'd be grateful.

               Scherner nods. Yes, they understand each other.

                                     SCHERNER
                         That'd be fine.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Done. Let's not talk about it anymore, 
                         let's have a good time.

               INT. SS OFFICE - DAY

               Scherner at his desk initialing several Armaments contracts.

               The letters D.E.F. appear on all of them.

               EXT. FACTORY - DAY

               Men and pulleys hoist a big "F" up the side of the building.

               Down below, Schindler watches as the letter is set into place -- 
               D.E.F.

               INT. FACTORY OFFICES - DAY

               The good-looking Polish girl from the party, Klonowska, is 
               shown to her desk by Stern. It's right outside Schindler's 
               office. This girl has never typed in her life.

               INT. FACTORY FLOOR - DAY

               Flames ignite with a whoosh in one of the huge furnaces. The 
               needle on a gauge slowly climbs.

               EXT. CRACOW - DAY

               A garage door slides open revealing a gleaming black Mercedes. 
               Schindler steps past Pfefferberg and, moving around the car, 
               carefully touches its smooth lines.

               INT. FACTORY - DAY

               Another machine starts up. Another. Another.

               EXT. PEACE SQUARE - DAY

               Stern with a woman at the head of a line. The clerk affixes 
               the all-important blue sticker to her work card.

               INT. FACTORY DAY - DAY

               Three hundred Jewish laborers, men and women, work at the 
               long tables, at the presses, the latches, the furnaces, 
               turning out field kitchenware and mess kits.

               Few glance up from their work at Schindler, the big gold 
               party pin stuck into his lapel, as he moves through the place, 
               his place, his factory, in full operation.

               He climbs the stairs to the offices where several secretaries 
               process Armaments orders. He gestures to Stern, at a desk 
               covered with ledgers, to join him in his office.

               INT. SCHINDLER'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS - DAY

               The accountant follows Schindler into the office.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Sit down.

               Schindler goes to the wall of windows, his favorite place in 
               the world, and looks down at all the activity below. He pours 
               two drinks from a decanter and, turning back, holds one out 
               to Stern. Stern, of course, declines. Schinder groans.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Oh, come on.

               He comes over and puts the drink in Stern's hand, moves behind 
               his desk and sits.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         My father was fond of saying you 
                         need three things in life. A good 
                         doctor, a forgiving priest and a 
                         clever accountant. The first two...

               He dismisses them with a shrug; he's never had much use for 
               either. But the third -- he raises his glass to the 
               accountant. Stern's glass stays in his lap.

                                     SCHINDLER
                              (long sufferingly)
                         Just pretend for Christ's sake.

               Stern slowly raises his glass.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Thank you.

               Schindler drinks; Stern doesn't.

               INT. SCHINDLER'S APARTMENT - MORNING

               Klonowska, wearing a man's silk robe, traipses past the 
               remains of a party to the front door. Opening it reveals a 
               nice looking, nicely dressed woman.

                                     KLONOWSKA
                         Yes?

               A series of realizations is made by each of them, quickly, 
               silently, ending up with Klonowska looking ill.

                                     SCHINDLER (O.S.)
                         Who is it?

               INT. SCHINDLER'S APARTMENT - MORNING

               Schindler sets a cup of coffee down in front of his wife.

               Behind him, through a doorway, Klonowska can be seen hurriedly 
               gathering her things.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         She's so embarrassed -- look at her --

               Emilie begrudges him a glance to the bedroom, catching the 
               girl just as she looks up -- embarrassed.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         You know what, you'd like her.

                                     EMILIE
                         Oskar, please --

                                     SCHINDLER
                         What --

                                     EMILIE
                         I don't have to like her just because 
                         you do. It doesn't work that way.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         You would, though. That's what I'm 
                         saying.

               His face is complete innocence. It's the first thing she 
               fell in love with; and perhaps the thing that keeps her from 
               killing him now. Klonowska emerges from the bedroom thoroughly 
               self-conscious.

                                     KLONOWSKA
                         Goodbye. It was a pleasure meeting 
                         you.

               She shakes Emilie's limp hand. Schindler sees her to the 
               door, lets her out and returns to the table, smiling to 
               himself. Emilie's glancing around at the place.

                                     EMILIE
                         You've done well here.

               He nods; he's proud of it. He studies her.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         You look great.

               EXT. SCHINDLER'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

               They emerge from the building in formal clothes, both of 
               them looking great. It's wet and slick; the doorman offers 
               Emilie his arm.

                                     DOORMAN
                         Careful of the pavement --

                                     SCHINDLER
                         -- Mrs. Schindler.

               The doorman shoots a glance to Schindler that asks, clearly, 
               Really? Schindler opens the passenger door of the Mercedes 
               for his wife, and the doorman helps her in.

               INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

               A nice place. "No Jews or Dogs Allowed." The maitre 'd 
               welcomes the couple warmly, shakes Schindler's hand. Nodding 
               to his date --

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Mrs. Schindler.

               The maitre 'd tries to bury his surprise. He's almost 
               successful.

               INT. RESTAURANT - LATER - NIGHT

               No fewer than four waiters attend them -- refilling a glass, 
               sliding pastries onto china, lighting Schindler's cigarette, 
               raking crumbs from the table with little combs.

                                     EMILIE
                         It's not a charade, all this?

                                     SCHINDLER
                         A charade? How could it be a charade?

               She doesn't know, but she does know him. And all these signs 
               of apparent success just don't fit his profile. Schindler 
               lets her in on a discovery.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         There's no way I could have known 
                         this before, but there was always 
                         something missing. In every business 
                         I tried, I see now it wasn't me that 
                         was failing, it was this thing, this 
                         missing thing. Even if I'd known 
                         what it was, there's nothing I could 
                         have done about it, because you can't 
                         create this sort of thing. And it 
                         makes all the difference in the world 
                         between success and failure.

               He waits for her to guess what the thing is. His looks says, 
               It's so simple, how can you not know?

                                     EMILIE
                         Luck.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         War.

               INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

               "Gloomy Sunday" from a combo on a stage. Schindler and Emilie 
               dancing. Pressed against her -- both have had a few -- he 
               can feel her laugh to herself.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         What?

                                     EMILIE
                         I feel like an old-fashioned couple. 
                         It feels good.

               He smiles, even as his eyes roam the room and find and meet 
               the eyes of a German girl dancing with another man.

               INT. SCHINDLER'S APARTMENT - LATER - NIGHT

               Schindler and Emilie lounging in bed, champagne bottle on 
               the nightstand. Long silence before --

                                     EMILIE
                         Should I stay?

                                     SCHINDLER
                              (pause)
                         It's a beautiful city.

               That's not the answer she's looking for and he knows it.

                                     EMILIE
                         Should I stay?

                                     SCHINDLER
                              (pause)
                         It's up to you.

               That's not it either.

                                     EMILIE
                         No, it's up to you.

               Schindler stares out at the lights of the city. They look 
               like jewels.