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Good, they’re here.

Itzak Heller has beenwaiting for you.

• What’s this about?- Sit down, have tea.

I’ll start lunchwhen the girls get here.

• So, what are you doing here?- He brought cakes.

His father is back in the jewellery business. He’s doing well.

Amazing, jewellery.

• We’re recruiting.- Who is recruiting?

Don’t be clever with me.I’m coming as a friend.

They’re bringing Jews infrom all over the country.

Soon there will be half million peoplein the ghetto.

• We need more Jewish police.- More Jewish police!

You want me to beat up Jewsand catch the Gestapo spirit.

• Someone has got to do it.- But why me?

I thought you only recruited boyswith rich fathers.

Look at my father, look at us…

I’m looking at you, that’s why I’mhere. You can have a better life.

• You want to survive selling books?- Yes, please.

I’m doing you people a favor.

What about you?You’re a great pianist.

We’ve got a police jazz band.They’d welcome you with open arms.

• Join us. Thank you, I’ve got work.

I’m sorry, he wants you to stop.

Who wants me to stop?

I always say,look on the bright side.

You’re in a small ghetto withintellectuals, professional people.

You’re better off than us. Here in the large ghetto it’s a cesspool.

• You have to give me something.- You’re an artist…

you keep peoples’ spirits up.You do enough.

• I want to help, do something. And you know what? You musiciansdon’t make good conspirators.

You’re too… too musical.

• Who is that?- Symche.

Majorek.

City isto be cleansed of the undesirables.

• There’s always notices going up.- Hello, Symche.

Dyrek. Mrs. Ysken.

Jehuda, working hard?

This is the greatest pianist in Poland. Maybe the whole world.

Wladyslaw Szpilman,meet Majorek.

• How do you do?- I know your name.

• I’ve never heard you play.- Majorek used to be in the Army.

Brilliant man. The only thing I’ve gotagainst him is he’s not a socialist.

You better go now, Wladek.It’s nearly curfew.

You know how many copieswe print of our newspaper?

Five hundred.

You know how many people onaverage read one copy? Twenty.

That makes 10 thousand readers.This will start the uprising.

Majorek hides them in his underpantsand leaves them in toilets.

• Toilets?- As many toilets as I can find.

Germans never use Jewish toilets.

They’re too clean for them.

Please, mister, please.

Hold it!You little bastard!

Take this!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Come on, come on.Come on, boy.

Stand up! Stand up.

Please, tonight for once, I don’twant anything bad talked about.

• Enjoy your meal.- Then I’ll tell you something funny.

• You know who I mean by Dr. Raszeja?- The surgeon.

The Germans allowed him intothe ghetto to perform an operation.

On a Jew? They let a Poleto come in to operate on a Jew?

He got a pass, that’s all I know.Anyway, so…

he puts the patient to sleepand starts the operation.

He’d just made the first incisionwhen the SS burst in…

shoot the patient, then Dr. Raszejaand everybody else who was there.

Isn’t that a laugh?

The patient didn’t feel a thing,he was anesthetized.

I said nothing bad.

What’s the matter with you all?You lost your sense of humor?

It’s not funny.

You know what’s funny? You’refunny, with that ridiculous tie.

What are you talking about? What’smy tie have to do with anything?

• I need this tie for my work.

• That’s right, I work.- Playing the piano for the parasites.

• Parasites…- Boys. Boys!

• They don’t give a damn.- And you blame me for their apathy?

I see it everyday. They don’t evennotice what’s going around them.

• I blame the Americans.- For what? For my tie?

The American Jews,and there are lots of them.

What do they think they’re doing?People here are dying.

Haven’t got a bite to eat.

The Jewish bankers should persuadeAmerica to declare war on Germany.