The Pianist Page #4

Henryk hits the set.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:

... but France is expected to make

a similar announcement...

(static)

... Poland is no longer alone.

The Polish national anthem plays. All are still.

INT. WARSAW APARTMENT - NIGHT

Father pours liqueur into glasses.

The family are seated around the dining table, having just

finished a meal. The table groans with the remains of the

dinner. Szpilman has a plaster over his cut.

HENRYK:

(lighting up a

cigarette)

Mama, that was a great dinner.

SZPILMAN:

It certainly was.

MOTHER:

When there's something to celebrate,

you've got to make an effort.

The glasses are handed round.

FATHER:

Here's to Great Britain and France.

They all clink glasses and drink.

FATHER:

I told you. Didn't I tell you? All

will be well.

EXT. RUINED WARSAW STREET - DAY

A column of German Soldiers, led by an officer on horseback,

march into view.

On the sidewalk of the street, with its buildings in ruins,

smoke still rising, stand onlookers, including Szpilman

and Henryk, and a little behind them, Father, craning to

see. They watch, expressionless, as the Germans march past.

INT. WARSAW APARTMENT - DAY

Regina is opening and closing the window, examining the

frame with her fingers. Halina is on a box, removing and

replacing books. Mother sits at one end of the table,

polishing a man's watch and chain. At the other end, Father

sits counting a small stack of notes and coins. Henryk is

deep in thought and Szpilman is fiddling with his father's

violin. The apartment has less furniture now and the silver

has gone.

FATHER:

(finishing the

counting)

Five thousand and three.

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