Jeez! M. GUSTAVE Look out! Günther whips the toothbrush-knife out of his sock and jumps down into the hole. The table shatters and cards and coins fly in every direction. There is a frenzy of punching, scrapping, and grunting. The others converge excitedly around the hole like the audience at a cock- fight. Günther kicks one guard in the teeth, slashes another across the neck, and socks the third, blasting the lantern into bits in the process. The room goes black. M. Gustave, Pinky, and Wolf cheer at a low decibel, whispering advice and encouragement simultaneously down into the darkness while Ludwig quickly searches for a match. He lights it and holds it over the hole. Two of the guards are now sprawled-out on their backs in a spreading pool of blood. Günther and the remaining guard twist and clutch on the floor, grappling in violent head-locks, while they simultaneously stab each other repeatedly with the throat-slitter and a thick hunting-knife. They both fall silent and stop moving. Silence. M. Gustave says quietly: M. GUSTAVE I suppose you’d call that a draw. Ludwig sighs. He delivers a brief eulogy: LUDWIG Anyway, he went out with a bloody knife in his fist jammed into the gut of a dyin’ prison guard. I think that’s how he would’ve wanted it, don’t you? M. Gustave, Pinky, and Wolf nod and solemnly concur, muttering. They climb down into the hole. EXT. STREET. NIGHT Zero watches as the man-hole cover flips open onto the street. M. Gustave pokes his head up and whispers simply: M. GUSTAVE Good evening. Zero rushes to assist M. Gustave out of the storm-drain. Pinky, Wolf, and Ludwig surface on high-alert, looking
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)
WOLF
A screenplay character in The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014).
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Jeez! M. GUSTAVE Look out! Günther whips the toothbrush-knife out of his sock and jumps down into the hole. The table shatters and cards and coins fly in every direction. There is a frenzy of punching, scrapping, and grunting. The others converge excitedly around the hole like the audience at a cock- fight. Günther kicks one guard in the teeth, slashes another across the neck, and socks the third, blasting the lantern into bits in the process. The room goes black. M. Gustave, Pinky, and Wolf cheer at a low decibel, whispering advice and encouragement simultaneously down into the darkness while Ludwig quickly searches for a match. He lights it and holds it over the hole. Two of the guards are now sprawled-out on their backs in a spreading pool of blood. Günther and the remaining guard twist and clutch on the floor, grappling in violent head-locks, while they simultaneously stab each other repeatedly with the throat-slitter and a thick hunting-knife. They both fall silent and stop moving. Silence. M. Gustave says quietly: M. GUSTAVE I suppose you’d call that a draw. Ludwig sighs. He delivers a brief eulogy: LUDWIG Anyway, he went out with a bloody knife in his fist jammed into the gut of a dyin’ prison guard. I think that’s how he would’ve wanted it, don’t you? M. Gustave, Pinky, and Wolf nod and solemnly concur, muttering. They climb down into the hole. EXT. STREET. NIGHT Zero watches as the man-hole cover flips open onto the street. M. Gustave pokes his head up and whispers simply: M. GUSTAVE Good evening. Zero rushes to assist M. Gustave out of the storm-drain. Pinky, Wolf, and Ludwig surface on high-alert, looking
scene 29 — INT. CELLAR. NIGHT