INT. WARSAW (ARCHIVE) - DAY
Black and white. Street scene. People toing and froing. A
man rattles by.
INT. STUDIO, RADIO STATION, WARSAW - DAY
WLADYSLAV SZPILMAN plays Chopin's Nocturne in C sharp minor,
Posthumous. He's twenty-eight years old, elegant and
In the booth, separated from the studio by a glass screen,
an engineer, wearing collar and tie, monitors the broadcast.
Behind him, a window to the street with strips of paper
taped on it as protection against blast.
Without warning, a bomb drops nearby, then another and
another. The whole building shudders alarmingly and the
window in the booth shatters.
The engineer and Szpilman exchange a look as a man enters
the booth and talks urgently to the Engineer, then goes.
The engineer makes a 'cut-throat' gesture, but Szpilman
shakes his head, determined to play on.
He plays, then glances at the booth. The engineer has gone,
but through the shattered window he sees fires raging.
Very near, a loud, terrifying explosion. The reverberations
cause plaster to flake and dust to trickle down over his