钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script

杰瑞发布于2024-09-27

史标曼（艾德里安•布洛迪 Adrien Brody 饰）是波兰一家电台的钢琴师。 二战即将爆发之时，他们全家被迫被赶进华沙的犹太区。 在战争的颠沛流离中，家人和亲戚最终被纳粹杀害，而史标曼本人也受尽种种羞辱和折磨，他侥幸得到一位朋友的帮助，暂时有了藏身之处。 战争愈加猛烈，朋友不得不抛下他回老家寻得安全的住所养育儿女。 此时史标曼恶病缠身，却还要在搜捕中逃亡。 在废墟的阁楼上他遇见了一名德国军官，在军官的要求下他弹奏了钢琴曲。 美妙的琴声令德国军官萌发了恻隐之心，他暗暗帮助史标曼直到苏军对波兰的解放到来…… 影片根据波兰钢琴家瓦拉迪斯罗•斯皮曼 (Wladyslaw Szpilman)的自传体小说《死亡城市》改编。

SZPILMAN:
(yelling) Papa!
Father sees him, takes a step towards him, but stops, smiling helplessly. He raises his hand and waves, then turns and goes towards the trucks.
Again, Szpilman flings himself at the policemen's shoulders.
SZPILMAN:
(desperate) Papa! Mama! Halina!
Heller turns on him.
HELLER:
What do you think you're doing, Szpilman? I've saved your life!
Now, go on, save yourself!
Szpilman stands for a moment, confused, terrified. Then he turns and starts to run.
HELLER:
Don't run!
Szpilman drops to walking pace, makes for the gates. Workers are pushing carts piled with the bloated corpses that lay against the wall. Szpilman falls in with them and they pass through the gates.
EXT. TRAIN - DAY The doors of the trucks are closed. The train begins to move. Slow, laborious. From the trucks, the faint cries of the occupants.
EXT. STREET BY THE SIDING - DAY Szpilman catches his breath by a building. An SS man and Jewish policeman emerge. The Jewish policeman is servile, crawling to the German. He points to the train - JEWISH POLICEMAN Well, off they go for meltdown!
They laugh as they walk away. Szpilman turns and stumbles down the empty street. The cries from the trucks fading.
He begins to weep, loud, agonised sobs, and staggers on.
EXT. GHETTO STREET - EVENING Szpilman, lost, empty, aimless, tries to catch his breath in the aftermath of his tears.
He wanders forlornly down the street, passing empty buildings with their doors open, windows smashed. Furniture, torn mattresses and pillows lie scattered. Feathers fly.
Desolation.
He turns a corner.
EXT. COURTYARD, JEHUDA'S STREET - EVENING Szpilman comes into the courtyard. He stops, his face blank.
Lying outside the door, the bodies of Jehuda, Mrs. Zyskind, their two sons and the toddler. Szpilman steps across the bodies.
INT. JEHUDA ZYSKIND'S ROOM - EVENING Chaos. Papers, pamphlets strewn all over the place. The mimeograph smashed.
Szpilman enters, stands, surveying the devastation.
Distant sounds of shooting, shouts, cries.
He gathers up some papers in a pile, takes off his jacket and covers the pile of papers, making a pillow. He lies down on the floor.
He stares into the darkness, expressionless, empty.