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The Life and Death of Emile DuMont
The Life and Death of Emile DuMont is a 2013 BBC film biography. It stars Daniel Auteuil
Summary
Emile DuMont was a Belgian author and political activist who gain fame for writing about his experience in Henry Ford's factories in the Nobel Prize-winning book Faith In Darkness. He would be immortalized in Sidney Lumet's adaptation of his memoir Factory of Tears.
The film dramatized the life he lived after his freedom, his post-war celebrity, his conflict with socialist forces in Europe, and his right-wing political turn he engaged in the later years of his life. The film earned controversy because it directly claimed that the UASR had ordered DuMont's harassment at the hands of Belgium's socialist parties.
Excerpt from "Screenplay of The Life and Death of Emile DuMont"
Aired on BBC, April 10, 2013
(Emile DuMont is limping on his crutches across the Columbia University campus. His is wearing a suit, which makes him stand out among the underdressed students and faculty, some of whom are giving him odd looks)
STUDENT #1 AND STUDENT #2: Comrade DuMont!
(The two students run up to a somewhat alarmed DuMont, holding up copies of Faith In Darkness)
DUMONT: Yes?
STUDENT #1: We loved your book.
STUDENT #2: Can you give us your autograph?
DUMONT (smiling): Of course. Let us go somewhere I can sit down.
(The students and DuMont walk over to an outdoor table. DuMont and the students happily signs the books)
DUMONT: I'm glad some people your age like my book. (Smiling) Even my own children have never read it.
STUDENT #1 (disbelief): Really?! I mean, I found it really sad.
STUDENT #2 (apologetic): Yeah, I'm sorry you went through all that, it was so horrible that-
(DuMont holds up his hand, the student stops)
DUMONT (smiling, albeit sadly): Young man, I am appreciative of your concern. But today is too beautiful to spend talking about old-
(DUMONT feels a splat on the back of his head. The two students look at him in shock. He feels and finds someone through a pie at the back of his head. The three look back and see some sniveling jerk grinning)
PIE-THROWER: Take that, you pig.
(Pie-thrower runs away, and one of the students gives chase)
STUDENT #1: Get back here, asshole!
STUDENT #2: (sad) Comrade, I'm so sorry, please let me help you get cleaned up.
DUMONT (flummoxed): Sure, allons-y.
(DUMONT and Student #2 walk down the campus, only to be confronted by a gang of students clad in red and black clothing)
GANG LEADER: Eat this, you capitalist kiss-ass.
(DUMONT and Student #2 get pelted with eggs)
(Cut to DuMont and an administrator walking down a hall, the former's suit completely covered with egg stains. DuMont's face is in a state of eerie calm)
ADMINISTRATOR: Monsieur DuMont, the board wants to express our most sincere apologies.
DUMONT (quietly): Yes.
ADMINSTRATOR: I assure you that the children of our nation believe in treating our guests well.
(The adminstrator hands DuMont a suit, to his surprise)
ADMINSTRATOR: This is a spare suit. You can keep this as a token of apologies.
DUMONT (nonplussed): Thank you.
(DuMont and the administrator walk toward a door)
ADMINISTRATOR: Here is our locker room. Go change in there.
(DuMont walks in, sits down in a chair, and takes off his ruined suit. As he takes off his pants, revealing his prosthetic leg, he notices a noise behind him, and sees a female student, Janey, stripping off a red and black skirt. She has a toned body and shapely legs)
DUMONT: Mon dieu!
(Janey heres the scream, and looks at DuMont in confusion)
DUMONT (panicking): Madame, je suis vraiment desolee. I thought this was the male, um...locker room.
(Janey laughs at DuMont, to his confusion)
JANEY: Locker rooms aren't segregated by sex, comrade. I'm not scared of seeing the male anatomy. (Smiling). In fact, I see it quite a bit. (Puts chin in hand). Oh, wait, your the French guy with the book.
DUMONT (firmly): Belgium.
JANEY: My name is Janey. (Sadly) Listen, I'm so sorry my friends attacked with eggs.
DUMONT (angrily): I knew the red and black was familiar! Why did your hoodlum friends try to attack me? For fun?!
JANEY: (remorsefully): No. Some of them were confused. They wondered why you were wearing the skin of the enemy, and thought you were trying to placate him.
DUMONT (confused): What enemy?
JANEY: Your enemy. The men who...
(She pauses and points a finger at DuMont's prosthetic leg, which he covers defensively with his pants)
DUMONT (firmly): The enemy of my past was the German Reich and their servant Henry Ford. My current enemy are those Kaiser-Nazi bastards, and anyone else who would resurrect Hitler and his madness. That's why I wrote my book. To warn people from bringing back the madness.
JANEY (disappointed): But those two are supported by the same evil. One you seem to ignore.
DUMONT (narrowing his eyes): And what is that?
JANEY: The capitalist pigs.
(DuMont scoffs)
JANEY: No, seriously. Who worked you and your father to death for a war machine? Who funds those Nazis monsters and the so-called West Germany? The captains of industry, who despite their evil, still rule over parts of Germany.
DUMONT (angrily): If you ever read my paper, you know I lobby those greedy couchons to pay every man who they exploited back.
JANEY: Actually, we do read your paper. Ever since your book got published, the English language version has become very read here and elsewhere.
(Janey hands DuMont a copy of Les Affaires De La Nation from her shirt pocket and walks over to give it to DuMont)
DUMONT (somewhat ecstatic): I never imagined young people would care about my paper.
JANEY: Your story has made us interested. And we do think its good that you're trying to get justice for your other fellow comrades. (Narrowing her eyes) But do you honestly think that those bourgeois monsters will ever pay you one cent.
DUMONT( nervously): With enough pressure...
JANEY (angrily): Are you kidding?! They can plunder and cheat at will. Those men have no souls, and you can't reason with men who lack souls. (calming down.) If you want justice, why not join the cause of liberation. You don't have to pick up a gun, but you can use your writing too.
DUMONT (sighing): Yes, I hear this time and time again. You Reds seek to make me one of you. I say no. Because I cannot write fairly if I am in the pocket of Reds.
JANEY (walking away): Oh right, and you can write so freely when your in the pocket of the blues.
(Janey walks out, while DuMont glares at her)
The Life and Death of Emile DuMont
The Life and Death of Emile DuMont is a 2013 BBC film biography. It stars Daniel Auteuil
Summary
Emile DuMont was a Belgian author and political activist who gain fame for writing about his experience in Henry Ford's factories in the Nobel Prize-winning book Faith In Darkness. He would be immortalized in Sidney Lumet's adaptation of his memoir Factory of Tears.
The film dramatized the life he lived after his freedom, his post-war celebrity, his conflict with socialist forces in Europe, and his right-wing political turn he engaged in the later years of his life. The film earned controversy because it directly claimed that the UASR had ordered DuMont's harassment at the hands of Belgium's socialist parties.
Excerpt from "Screenplay of The Life and Death of Emile DuMont"
Aired on BBC, April 10, 2013
(Emile DuMont is limping on his crutches across the Columbia University campus. His is wearing a suit, which makes him stand out among the underdressed students and faculty, some of whom are giving him odd looks)
STUDENT #1 AND STUDENT #2: Comrade DuMont!
(The two students run up to a somewhat alarmed DuMont, holding up copies of Faith In Darkness)
DUMONT: Yes?
STUDENT #1: We loved your book.
STUDENT #2: Can you give us your autograph?
DUMONT (smiling): Of course. Let us go somewhere I can sit down.
(The students and DuMont walk over to an outdoor table. DuMont and the students happily signs the books)
DUMONT: I'm glad some people your age like my book. (Smiling) Even my own children have never read it.
STUDENT #1 (disbelief): Really?! I mean, I found it really sad.
STUDENT #2 (apologetic): Yeah, I'm sorry you went through all that, it was so horrible that-
(DuMont holds up his hand, the student stops)
DUMONT (smiling, albeit sadly): Young man, I am appreciative of your concern. But today is too beautiful to spend talking about old-
(DUMONT feels a splat on the back of his head. The two students look at him in shock. He feels and finds someone through a pie at the back of his head. The three look back and see some sniveling jerk grinning)
PIE-THROWER: Take that, you pig.
(Pie-thrower runs away, and one of the students gives chase)
STUDENT #1: Get back here, asshole!
STUDENT #2: (sad) Comrade, I'm so sorry, please let me help you get cleaned up.
DUMONT (flummoxed): Sure, allons-y.
(DUMONT and Student #2 walk down the campus, only to be confronted by a gang of students clad in red and black clothing)
GANG LEADER: Eat this, you capitalist kiss-ass.
(DUMONT and Student #2 get pelted with eggs)
(Cut to DuMont and an administrator walking down a hall, the former's suit completely covered with egg stains. DuMont's face is in a state of eerie calm)
ADMINISTRATOR: Monsieur DuMont, the board wants to express our most sincere apologies.
DUMONT (quietly): Yes.
ADMINSTRATOR: I assure you that the children of our nation believe in treating our guests well.
(The adminstrator hands DuMont a suit, to his surprise)
ADMINSTRATOR: This is a spare suit. You can keep this as a token of apologies.
DUMONT (nonplussed): Thank you.
(DuMont and the administrator walk toward a door)
ADMINISTRATOR: Here is our locker room. Go change in there.
(DuMont walks in, sits down in a chair, and takes off his ruined suit. As he takes off his pants, revealing his prosthetic leg, he notices a noise behind him, and sees a female student, Janey, stripping off a red and black skirt. She has a toned body and shapely legs)
DUMONT: Mon dieu!
(Janey heres the scream, and looks at DuMont in confusion)
DUMONT (panicking): Madame, je suis vraiment desolee. I thought this was the male, um...locker room.
(Janey laughs at DuMont, to his confusion)
JANEY: Locker rooms aren't segregated by sex, comrade. I'm not scared of seeing the male anatomy. (Smiling). In fact, I see it quite a bit. (Puts chin in hand). Oh, wait, your the French guy with the book.
DUMONT (firmly): Belgium.
JANEY: My name is Janey. (Sadly) Listen, I'm so sorry my friends attacked with eggs.
DUMONT (angrily): I knew the red and black was familiar! Why did your hoodlum friends try to attack me? For fun?!
JANEY: (remorsefully): No. Some of them were confused. They wondered why you were wearing the skin of the enemy, and thought you were trying to placate him.
DUMONT (confused): What enemy?
JANEY: Your enemy. The men who...
(She pauses and points a finger at DuMont's prosthetic leg, which he covers defensively with his pants)
DUMONT (firmly): The enemy of my past was the German Reich and their servant Henry Ford. My current enemy are those Kaiser-Nazi bastards, and anyone else who would resurrect Hitler and his madness. That's why I wrote my book. To warn people from bringing back the madness.
JANEY (disappointed): But those two are supported by the same evil. One you seem to ignore.
DUMONT (narrowing his eyes): And what is that?
JANEY: The capitalist pigs.
(DuMont scoffs)
JANEY: No, seriously. Who worked you and your father to death for a war machine? Who funds those Nazis monsters and the so-called West Germany? The captains of industry, who despite their evil, still rule over parts of Germany.
DUMONT (angrily): If you ever read my paper, you know I lobby those greedy couchons to pay every man who they exploited back.
JANEY: Actually, we do read your paper. Ever since your book got published, the English language version has become very read here and elsewhere.
(Janey hands DuMont a copy of Les Affaires De La Nation from her shirt pocket and walks over to give it to DuMont)
DUMONT (somewhat ecstatic): I never imagined young people would care about my paper.
JANEY: Your story has made us interested. And we do think its good that you're trying to get justice for your other fellow comrades. (Narrowing her eyes) But do you honestly think that those bourgeois monsters will ever pay you one cent.
DUMONT( nervously): With enough pressure...
JANEY (angrily): Are you kidding?! They can plunder and cheat at will. Those men have no souls, and you can't reason with men who lack souls. (calming down.) If you want justice, why not join the cause of liberation. You don't have to pick up a gun, but you can use your writing too.
DUMONT (sighing): Yes, I hear this time and time again. You Reds seek to make me one of you. I say no. Because I cannot write fairly if I am in the pocket of Reds.
JANEY (walking away): Oh right, and you can write so freely when your in the pocket of the blues.
(Janey walks out, while DuMont glares at her)
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