The Pianist Page #29
Szpilman climbs the ladder, squeezes into the loft and
looks down at the German Captain, who shines his light on
him.
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
Have you anything to eat?
Szpilman shows him the tin.
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
I'll bring you something.
He goes quickly, leaving Szpilman in darkness. Szpilman,
overcome by relief, can barely catch his breath.
The German Captain strides out of the villa, down the front
steps to a waiting car and a driver. He gets into the car.
The driver starts the engine and the car speeds off into
the night.
INT. LOFT - NIGHT
Szpilman hears the car's engine growing fainter. He starts
to tremble and then begins to cry. He weeps uncontrollably.
INT. HALL, ROOMS, RUINED VILLA - DAY
Much activity:
officers coming and going, orderlies typing.Officers king on field telephones. Desks, filing cabinets.
The German Captain, carrying a bulging shoulder bag, marches
into a room just off the hall and goes to his desk just as
an orderly drops papers in his in-tray. On the desk, there's
a framed photograph of him nth a woman and two children.
German Captain glances at the papers, takes a pen, initials
one or two and then goes.
THE GRAND STAIRCASE:
The German Captain marches up the stairs purposefully, as
if he's on urgent business.
The German Captain enters. He puts two fingers in his mouth
and whistles.
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
Open up.
After a moment, the trapdoor shifts and Szpilman looks
down.
The German Captain takes a package from his shoulder bag
and throws it up into the loft. He turns to go.
SZPILMAN:
Please.
The German Captain stops.
SZPILMAN:
What's all that gunfire?
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
The Russians. On the other side of
the river.
(Turns to leave,
stops; with a touch
of irony:
)All you have to do is hang on for
a few more weeks.
He goes quickly.
Szpilman opens the package, finds bread and marmalade.
Then he finds a tin-opener.
Snow. The sound of distant gunfire.
The Germans are evacuating the villa. Men carry out boxes,
filing cabinets, desks, papers and load them into trucks.
They're careless, leaving a trail of debris. No sentries
now.
INT. ATTIC AND LOFT AREA, RUINED VILLA - DAY
Szpilman, listening and shivering with cold. He hears the
whistle. He opens the trapdoor to see the German Captain
in the attic, carrying a package.
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
Come down.
Szpilman descends.
SZPILMAN:
What's happening?
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
We're getting out.
Szpilman faces the German Captain.
SZPILMAN:
(in German)
Are the Russians here?
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
Not yet.
He hands Szpilman the package. Szpilman opens it to find
inside several loaves of bread.
SZPILMAN:
I don't know how to thank you.
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
Don't thank me. Thank God. It's
His will that we should survive.
Well. That's what we have to
believe.
Silence. Szpilman shivers with cold. The German Captain
takes off his coat and gives it to him.
SZPILMAN:
What about you?
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
I've got another one. Warmer.
(brief pause)
What will you do when it's all
over?
SZPILMAN:
I'll play the piano again. On Polish
radio.
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
Tell me your name. I'll listen out
for you.
SZPILMAN:
Szpilman.
THE GERMAN CAPTAIN
Szpilman.
(a crooked smile)
Good name for a pianist.
EXT. STREETS NEAR RUINED VILLA - DAY
Freezing weather.
Empty streets.
Then the sound of recorded music, as a car, with a
loudspeaker and a Polish national flag, comes into view,
the Polish national anthem blaring out from the speaker.
INT. LOFT - DAY
Szpilman, wearing the German Captain's coat and under the
eiderdown, hears the strange sound of the music, which he
recognises.
He's astonished, puzzled. He comes to a decision and starts
to leave.
INT./EXT. HALL AND STREET, RUINED VILLA - DAY
Cautiously, in his German military overcoat, Szpilman trots
down the staircase into the empty hall.
He goes to the front door, opens it a crack and cautiously
goes out.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Szpilman looks around, hearing the car loudspeaker
indistinctly.
LOUDSPEAKER VOICE
...German army! Polish soil
liberated! Official!
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