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then into A.

FLORENCE: The sub-dominant.

EDWARD: "Woke up this
morning, head felt so bad."

Same thing, different
chord, see.

FLORENCE: Hmm. Tricky.

EDWARD: Then back to E again...

FLORENCE: J' Woke up this
morning, head felt so... J'

EDWARD: Then, this is the emotional
punch, it reaches right up to B.

FLORENCE: Ah. The dominant.

EDWARD: And he says
something like,

"Gonna tell that two-timin'
woman," back through A,

you know, "she's
driving me mad".

Thank you.

You ever feel the need
for anything, sir,

just, uh, pull on the string.
Hard.

WAITER 1: And have a
very nice one, sir.

CHUCKLES

Uh, yes.

Good night.

We're having our first row.

Florence, we're not. We are.
Because I'm being selfish.

Honestly, we're not.
You're not being selfish.

We are, we are.

And it's all my stupid fault.

SIGHS

And what are they saying,
your Aldermaston lot,

about this wonderful wall
in Berlin last month?

Bit awkward for the
lefties, isn't it?

They produce some pretty
decent engineers.

Mangetout.

I would say it was the day I
bought my first railway ticket.

I must have been 13.

When I joined the queue
my heart was thumping.

I'd rehearsed my lines in the
bedroom, the night before,

like a big speech in
a Shakespeare play.

And then it was my turn and I
said in a tiny shaking voice,

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING

MARJORIE: So now we have Holman
Hunt on loan to New York,

Burne Jones on
loan to Edinburgh,

so I decided not to move the
Titians or Rubens, as requested.

But to bring up from store
two glorious Uccellos...

I don't know Uccello. Oh, darling!
Glorious.

Uh, a fifteenth-century
pioneer of perspective,

a mathematician in fact...
Better stand back a bit.

And wonderful at animals.

Birds. Landscape. Trees
in their natural color.

You, Lionel, you especially
would love it... GROANS.

CROWD EXCLAIMING

CROWD MURMURING

EDWARD: I'd grown up
with the way she was.

Taken her for granted.

We all did.

Listen to me.

Igota first, Mum.

A first class degree.

That's right, son. I saw you.
I was watching.

Now you tell me. Yellow,
like this has two things.

A meaning and a number.

Now I know the number...

Seven, Mum.

Seven.

I can't remember the meaning.

Anne? ANNE: Up here.

Harriet? HARRIET: What?

Florence, look...

I love you.

And you're so...

I mean, I need to kiss you.

Two,

he always has a history book in
his pocket and a pencil stub.

Three,

he knows the names of trees and
flowers and constellations.

And he wears plimsolls,
never shoes.

FLORENCE: Trousers with
a mend in the knee,

and long hair, almost
over your ears.

EDWARD: What else?

All right.

I liked the way you
stopped in the doorway

and looked around at everyone
as if you owned the place.

Proud.

No, I mean, bold.

I just needed to tell someone,

anyone, that I'd got a first.

Use the wrist, Florence.

Half a turn each time,
it's not that complicated.

SLOW PIANO MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO

You get so cross sometimes.

You look like you want
to hit someone. Do I?

Your face goes
quite frightening.

Can I ask you something?

I want to take your
stockings off.

Well, I think I'd better do it.

So brown.

It was that day I
walked from Henley.

Florence!

CHUCKUNG

EDWARD: Straight.
FLORENCE: Sorry.

LAUGHING

Whoo!

LAUGHING

SIGHS

Was that good? It was good.

Did I do a good job? Yes.

You happy? Very.

Florence, she won't
remember you.

You say that every time.
She might one day.

But she can list every
painting in the Ashmolean.

Marjorie, hello, it's Florence.

LAUGHTER

FLORENCE: I thought we could
paint it, make a copy together.

A forgery! LAUGHS

I'll make some tea.

MARJORIE AND FLORENCE
CONTINUE TALKING INDISTINCTLY

CRYING

SNIFFLING

CLEARS THROAT

Come on, Edward. Lots to do.
Thank you.

GIRLS LAUGHING AND CHATTERING

Isn't that Florence
a lovely girl?

Harriet, right over there. And
the spoons go next to the knife.

Marjorie, do you want
to come and sit down?

Yes, dear.

ANNE: Um, Mum, you're sitting over here.
I'll sit here.

Marry that girl.

ANNE: And Florence can sit
here, and Edward can sit here.

I'm so glad you're here, my dear.
I've been wanting to try this out.

Rabbit stewed in plums.
All day on a low heat.

You're a marvelous
cook, darling.

BREATHING HEAVILY

I want to ask you something.

EDWARD: Yes?

How many girls have
you, you know...

The truth is, not many really.

How many then?

Just some.

Six?

Yes, about that, or...

I don't know.

Four? Do you think it was four?

We'll play it beautifully.

The critic from The
Times will be there.

We'll triumph.

And itwill be yours, it'll
be specially for you.

It's my promise.

And I'll be here. CHUCKLES.

Dead center, three rows back.

Ready to shout at the end.
What is it they shout?

Bravo.

Bravo! Bravo the
Ennismore Quartet!

APPLAUDS

This is where I'll be,
Florence, this very seat.

Number 9, row C.

And that is my promise.

PANTING

FLORENCE: This was
recorded in Berlin.

I've never heard a
stereophonic thingy before.

BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY

EDWARD: Florence?

Flo?

All right. Let me... Let
me put this another way.

You don't seem quite as
happy as you should.

In love, as you say, getting
married in the summer.

No, I am honestly.
I'm very happy.

Something's bothering you, Flo.

SIGHS

It could be the quartet, the
cellist, Charles Morrell.

I'm just being silly.

Could you not talk
to your mother?

SCOFFS

I should go. Stayjust
a little longer.

There's something... Sit down.

There's something I want to say.

You can change your mind.

So your father's
ordered a marquee,

your mother's getting
measured for a dress,

KNOCKING ON DOOR RUTH: Flo?

Enter. You may enter me.

What?

Nothing.

Are you all right?

I'm feeling rather sick.

What are you reading?

CONTINUES BREATHING HEAVILY

BREATHING SHAKILY

You all right? Yes.

CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

Iloveyou. Iloveyou.

Edward, tell me something.

Say something.

SHOUTING

What is it?

SHOUTING

What is it?

Oh, my God!

Oh! GRUNTS.

BOTH PANTING

PIANO MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO

SOBBING

PANTING

EXHALES

GULPS

Edward.

Here at last. Sorry I'm late.

No one would stop for me.
Oh, they're idiots.

Perhaps I should get a haircut.

Or a newjacket or something.
Come and see your room.

This time Mummy's put you in the
small room, right at the top.

Hello. As far away
from me as possible.

Put your arms right round me.

I like that.

Daddy wants to show
you the factory.

Thejob. CHUCKLES.

But you're mine now. I
want to thrash him.

Don't you dare.

Did Florence tell you? I'll be
giving her a couple of grand.

Get you both started.

That's awfully... You
any good by the way?

I'm pretty useless, actually.
Everyone says that.

I expect you're thinking because you're
young you're going to slaughter me.

You'll even have
your own office.

Will I have a desk?

GRUNTING

Love fifteen. I know.

Thirty-forty.

GASPS

GRUNTS AND SIGHS

EDWARD: Whoops!

One-four.

For God's sakes, man. Come on!

Yes.

It must be two miles
back to the hotel.

I needed to get out.

Look, this is ridiculous. It was
unfair of you to run out like that.

Was it? Yes.

In fact, it was unpleasant.
Bloody unpleasant.

Yes. What do you mean, "Yes"?

You know exactly what I mean.

It was absolutely revolting.

You don't have the faintest idea
how to be with a man, do you?

If you did, itwould
never have happened.

In all this time, you've
never let me near you.

You've never let me...

You don't know a thing
about any of it, do you?

Please don't bully me.
I'm not bullying you.

Yes, you are. Edward, you are!

You're talking bloody nonsense.
I'm trying to...

You're the one who stopped
us getting close.

When we hold hands you think
you're doing me a favor.

You're so stuck up!

Is that what you think? Yes, it
bloody well is what I think.

Then why are you here?

Why are you chasing
me down the beach?

Why can't you let me
just sit here by myself?

You're always advancing,
I'm always backing away.

And we can't talk about it.

We can neverjust be happy.
Or just be.

You're always demanding something
more, and I'm useless at...

But why did you run off like that?
You shouldn't have done that.

I've already... I've
already told you.

You wanted to humiliate me.
No, honestly.

It's something...

I can't explain it.

I don't know what it
is, why I ran away.

I got in such a state.

I was ashamed... So
you humiliated me.

All right, then. Ifthat's what you want!
I was trying to humiliate you.

It's no less than you deserve when
you can't even control yourself.

You're a bitch
talking like that!

Edward, please go away.

We could be so free
with each other.

Meaning what exactly?

It's a mess.

It's hopeless.

Is it?

BIRD CHIRPING

Is it a nightingale?

You know I love you.

Still.

I want to spend
my life with you.

And you feel the same.

We love each other, and we
can set each other free.

Edward, it must be obvious
to you by now that I'm...

Florence, what is it?
That I'm pretty hopeless.

No, I'm absolutely
hopeless at sex.

I'm no good at it.

I don't seem to need it like
other people, like you do.

I might change, but
I can't imagine it.

Oh, God.

Honestly, my darling,

I just want to be
with you all my life,

look after you, be
happy with you,

and work with the quartet,

and one day at Wigmore Hall

play something glorious
and beautiful for you

like the Mozart.

Have I...

Have I got this right?

You want me to go with other women.
Is that it?

Not if you didn't want to.

Have you actually forgotten
that we were married today?

We're not two old queers living
in secret on Beaumont Street.

You tricked me.

You're a fraud.

And I know what else you are.

BIRDS CHIRPING

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING

Edward? Edward?

Hello, Edward, love.
Have you been at work?

But where's Florence?

Oh, my God, son.

ANNE: And what about
all those presents?

They'll all be sent back. Dad's
writing to Mrs. Ponting.

Why can't we see Florence?
We love her.

Why won't you tell us what's happened?
SIGHS Look...

One day when you're grown
up, you'll understand.

But listen, I want you
to make me a promise,

a really solemn promise.

That you'll never ever mention
her name to me again,

I already have.

I've had a letter back
from Florence's mother.

Here, you'd better read it.
I'd rather not.

Well...

Anyway, it's agreed.

Non consummation.

Come on, son.

Is there really nothing
you want to tell me?

Are you sure?

ROCK MUSIC PLAYING

ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING

Look at this.

What?

Does that list not
look familiar to you?

It's not so old really.

You see, she only listens
to classical music

but she does like Chuck Berry.

Me too.

She always says he's bouncy and merry.
CHUCKLES.

She'll be so surprised.
But how much is it?

I've only got 75p.

Oh, it's...

It's okay. You can have it.

I want you to have it.

Are you really sure?

Yes.

Amazing. And thank you. I'll put
my money into your charity...

No, no. There is no need...

Just... Just tell
her, you know...

Tell her "happy birthday."

But happy birthday from who?

Oh, from... You know,
from the shop.

Bye then. And thanks again.
You're really nice.

Wait.

You haven't told me your name.

Chloe. Chloe Morrell. Bye.
CHUCKLES SOFTLY.

ALL LAUGHING Typical.

You're so sensitive.

He's too angry.

He doesn't see that...

Well, the thing is...

She really loves him.

Married for six hours. SCOFFS.

What happened to her?

I don't know.

I guess she, um...

I don't know.

ALL CHEERING

MAN: All right. Here we go.

Didn't even see it.
Too damn slow.

MUSIC PLAYING

began to meet informally

to play some favorite pieces

and improve their
ensemble technique.

The result was the now
celebrated Ennismore Quartet.

This October at Wigmore
Hall in London,

they'll present a program of
Mozart, Beethoven and Britten

to celebrate 45 years
of great music making.

A performance given even
greater significance

by the recent announcement

that this will be the
Ennismore's farewell concert.

Yesterday, at their
Primrose Hill home,

I spoke to violinist Florence Morrell
and her husband Charles, the cellist,

asking them first

how hard it had been to reconcile
a successful domestic existence,

three children, five grandchildren,
with the demands of international...

RADIO TURNS OFF

Thank you, darling.

WOMAN: Bye, Mum. Best of luck.

Bye, Dad. Best of luck.

MAN: There you go, Dad.
CHARLES: Thanks, my boy.

MAN: Mom, we are so
proud of you both.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

AUDIENCE APPLAUDING AND CHEERING

I am sorry, Edward.

I am most terribly sorry.

Let's go back now...

Together.

Edward?

PIANO MUSIC PLAYING