test.txt

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

                                     EMILIE
                         Promise me no doorman or maitre 'd 
                         will presume I am anyone other than 
                         Mrs. Schindler... and I'll stay.

               He promises her nothing.

               EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY

               Emilie waves goodbye to him from a first-class compartment 
               window. Down on the platform, he waves goodbye to her. as 
               the train pulls away, he turns away, and the platform of the 
               next track is revealed -- soldiers and clerks supervising 
               the boarding of hundreds of people onto another train -- the 
               image turning BLACK AND WHITE.

                                     CLERKS
                         Your luggage will follow you. Make 
                         sure it's clearly labeled. Leave 
                         your luggage on the platform.

               EXT. D.E.F. LOADING DOCK - DAY

               As workers load crates of enamelware onto trucks -- back to 
               COLOR -- Stern and Schindler and the dock foreman confer 
               over an invoice.

               More to Stern --

                                     FOREMAN
                         Every other time it's been all right. 
                         This time when I weigh the truck, I 
                         see he's heavy, he's loaded too much. 
                         I point this out to him, I tell him 
                         to wait, he tells me he's got a new 
                         arrangement with Mr. Schindler --
                              (to Schindler)
                         -- that you know all about it and 
                         it's okay with you.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         It's "okay" with me?

               On the surface, Schindler remains calm; underneath, he's 
               livid. Clearly it's not "okay" with him.

                                     STERN
                         How heavy was he?

                                     FOREMAN
                         Not that much, just too much for it 
                         to be a mistake -- 200 kilos.

               Stern and Schindler exchange a glance. Then --

                                     SCHINDLER
                              (pause)
                         You're sure.

               The foreman nods.

               INT. GHETTO STOREFRONT - DAY

               Pfefferberg and Schindler bang in through the front door, 
               startling a woman at a desk.

                                     WOMAN AT DESK
                         Can I help you?

               They move past her without a word and into the back of the 
               place, into a storeroom. They stride past long racks full of 
               enamelware and other goods.

               A man glances up, sees them coming. He's one of Schindler's 
               investors, the one who questioned the German's word. The 
               man's teenage sons rush to their father's defense, but 
               Pfefferberg grabs him and locks an arm tightly around his 
               neck.

               Silence. Then, calmly --

                                     SCHINDLER
                         If you or anyone acting as an agent 
                         for you comes to my factory again, 
                         I'll have you arrested.

                                     INVESTOR
                         It was a mistake.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         It was a mistake? What was a mistake? 
                         How do you know what I'm talking 
                         about?

                                     INVESTOR
                         All right, it wasn't a mistake, but 
                         it was one time.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         We had a deal, you broke it. One 
                         phone call and your whole family is 
                         dead.

               He turns and walks away. Pfefferberg lets the guy go and 
               follows. The investor's sons help their father up off the 
               floor. Gasping, he yells.

                                     INVESTOR
                         I gave you money.

               -- but Schindler and Pfefferberg are already gone, coming 
               through the front office and out the front door --

               EXT. STOREFRONT - CONTINUOUS - DAY

               -- to the street. Pfefferberg looks a little shaken from the 
               experience. Schindler straightens his friend's clothes.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         How you feeling, all right?

                                     PFEFFERBERG
                         Yeah.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         What's the matter, everything all 
                         right at home?
                              (Pfefferberg nods)
                         Mila's okay?

                                     PFEFFERBERG
                         She's good.

               Well, then, Schindler can't imagine what could be wrong. He 
               pats Pfefferberg on the shoulder and leads him away.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Good.

               INT. FACTORY FLOOR - DAY

               The long tables accommodate most of workers. The rest eat 
               their lunch on the floor. Soup and bread.

               INT. SCHINDLER'S OFFICE - SAME TIME - DAY

               An elegant place setting for one. Meat, vegetables, glass of 
               wine, all untouched. Schindler leafing through pages of a 
               report Stern has prepared for him.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         I could try to read this or I could 
                         eat my lunch while it's till hot. 
                         We're doing well?

                                     STERN
                         Yes.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Better this month than last?

                                     STERN
                         Yes.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Any reason to think next month will 
                         be worse?

                                     STERN
                         The war could end.

               No chance of that. Satisfied, Schindler returns the report 
               to his accountant and starts to eat. Stern knows he is 
               excused, but looks like he wants to say something more; he 
               just doesn't know how to say it.

                                     SCHINDLER
                              (impatient)
                         What?

                                     STERN
                              (pause)
                         There's a machinist outside who'd 
                         like to thank you personally for 
                         giving him a job.

               Schindler gives his accountant a long-suffering look.

                                     STERN
                         He asks every day. It'll just take a 
                         minute. He's very grateful.

               Schindler's silence says, Is this really necessary? Stern 
               pretends it's a tacit okay, goes to the door and pokes his 
               head out.

                                     STERN
                         Mr. Lowenstein?

               An old man with one arm appears in the doorway and Schindler 
               glances to the ceiling, to heaven. As the man slowly makes 
               his way into the room, Schindler sees the bruises on his 
               face. And when he speaks, only half his mouth moves; the 
               other half is paralyzed.

                                     LOWENSTEIN
                         I want to thank you, sir, for giving 
                         me the opportunity to work.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         You're welcome, I'm sure you're doing 
                         a great job.

               Schindler shakes the man's hand perfunctorily and tells Stern 
               with a look, okay, that's enough, get him out of here.

                                     LOWENSTEIN
                         The SS beat me up. They would have 
                         killed me, but I'm essential to the 
                         war effort, thanks to you.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         That's great.

                                     LOWENSTEIN
                         I work hard for you. I'll continue 
                         to work hard for you.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         That's great, thanks.

                                     LOWENSTEIN
                         God bless you, sir.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Yeah, okay.

                                     LOWENSTEIN
                         You're a good man.

               Schindler is dying, and telling Stern with his eyes, Get 
               this guy out of here. Stern takes the man's arm.

                                     STERN
                         Okay, Mr. Lowenstein.

                                     LOWENSTEIN
                         He saved my life.

                                     STERN
                         Yes, he did.

                                     LOWENSTEIN
                         God bless him.

                                     STERN
                         Yes.

               They disappear out the door. Schindler sits down to his meal. 
               And tries to eat it.

               EXT. FACTORY - DAY

               Stern and Schindler emerge from the rear of the factory. The 
               Mercedes is waiting, the back door held open by a driver.

               Climbing in --

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Don't ever do that to me again.

                                     STERN
                         Do what?

               Stern knows what he means. And Schindler knows he knows.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         Close the door.

               The driver closes the door.

               EXT. GHETTO GATE - DAY

               Snow on the ground and more coming down. A hundred of 
               Schindler's workers marching past the ghetto gate, as is the 
               custom, under armed guard. Turning onto Zablocie Street, 
               they're halted by an SS unit standing around some trucks.

               EXT. ZABLOCIE STREET - DAY

               Shovels scraping at snow. The marchers working to clear it 
               from the street. A dialog between one of the guards and an 
               SS officer is interrupted by a shot -- and the face of the 
               one-armed machinist falls into the frame.

               INT. OFFICE, SS HEADQUARTERS - DAY

               Herman Toffel, an SS contact of Schindler's who he actually 
               likes, sits behind his desk.

                                     TOFFEL
                         It's got nothing to do with reality, 
                         Oskar, I know it and you know it, 
                         it's a matter of national priority 
                         to these guys. It's got a ritual 
                         significance to them, Jews shoveling 
                         snow.

                                     SCHINDLER
                         I lost a day of production. I lost a 
                         worker. I expect to be compensated.

                                     TOF