Danny arrived at Shindler's factory and entered the doors. Oscar was talking to a Jew and ordering his to make bolts. Danny stormed up to Oscar and yelled at him.
'Where's my son!'
'Officer, what is your on's name?'
'Frederick Fenton.'
'Officer Fenton, I was told that you were coming here! I'll call him.' Oscar said, a little bit afraid. 'Frederick Fenton, Report to my office immediately.' he said through intercom. Shindler turned back to Danny. 'Come with me.'
'Shindler, your a Nazi officer, why are you helping the Jewish?'
'When I saw the unmerciful killing in the getto's, I had to do something. Hitler has gone to far this time.' Shindler explained. Danny grunted and pulled his hat down.
Shindler opened the door to his office to find the scrawny boy standing there.
'Son, someone's here to see you.'
Danny looked up and the two pairs of blue eyes met.
'PAPA!' Frederick cried and he jumped into Danny's arms. Danny hugged his son tight and they both cried in each other's arms.
'I missed you son.' Danny whispered.
'Is it true about Mama?' Frederick asked when Danny put him down. Danny diden'y answer at first. 'Papa. Is it true what they say about mother?'
'I'm afraid so.' Danny whispered. Frederick turned away.
'She's not coming back is she.' Frederick said and a tear dripped off the end of his nose. Shindler lit a cigerette up and offered one to Danny who took it and lit it up.
'No, she's not. There's nothing we can do about it Freddy.'
'Will I see you again Papa?'
'Yes son.'
i 'Mr Shindler. Someone is down here to see you and the Fenton boy.' /i came the secatory's voice.