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One more time.

Hold the note!

Ample!

Deep, triumphant!

Very good, we're getting there.

For the woodwinds, first oboe,

give me something more pleading.

Verge on exaggeration. It's almost plaintive.

That's it.

Pleading.

Thank you.

Solemn.

Carry on!

Keep it strong!

Triumphant!

Very good. Thank you.

Sorry, blanked out.

That's it.

Breathe!

Come on!

Yes!

One, two, three, four...

Move it along!

Are you ok?

What happens? We do a lumbar puncture?

Not necessarily...

It can be a blood sample too. It depends.

How compatible might I be?

With a sister, one chance in four.

- And if we're not a match? - We find another donor.

Is that possible?

Apparently.

One chance in a million.

Seriously?

I promise you.

Come on...

Let's hear your news. How's it going with him?

Antoine? It's over, forget him.

What about Mum?

I called her. She's in shape. Always on the go.

Stop it, Thibaut. Can't she give you marrow?

You're scared?

What if I'm not compatible?

It won't work, she's too old.

- Does she know? - Not yet.

I can't deal with that too.

What about your concerts?

Well...

I'll take a holiday.

In a sterile room.

Peaceful, all inclusive.

A real dream.

Yeah...

So you love me?

Your marrow can do it.

Alright...

It's not very good news.

- Your sister... - Isn't compatible.

No, I'm afraid not.

But don't panic.

We'll set up a protocol.

And search for a donor.

I go from one in four chances

to one in a million?

It was one in a million with your sister anyway.

Sorry?

I hate to have to tell you this, but your DNA

shows that you're not related.

I don't understand.

Your father saw it as a failure.

It was hard for him to decide to adopt.

Hard for him?

I get 37 years of lies and it was hard for him?

Thibaut...

Why not tell me?

Why bother?

We treated you equally.

So who are my parents? Where am I from?

Listen...

We got you as a new-born.

- You got me where? - Please.

- Stop, it's no use. - No use?

The truth and my origins are no use?

Knowing who I am? Are you serious?

Shit!

Lies kill!

Is that news to you?

They kill me!

Maniacs!

Why on earth did you do that test?

Tell me.

Sweetheart, please.

- What'll it be? - Shepherd's pie.

Thank you.

Potato bake.

Here you go.

Jeremy...

What did I say about the spatula?

- I didn't. - Think it's a lollipop?

- What? - Think it's a lollipop?

Gimme a break.

Scrape it better, there's loads left.

- I'm scraping. - You're skimping.

Scraped. And skimped. You can fill a tray.

Come on, Rocky, boy!

- Jimmy? - Attack.

Attack!

Let go.

Let go! Fucking mutt...

Hello.

Come here, sonny.

Let's talk.

Down!

- What is it? - Listen...

Alright, I'll explain.

My name is Thibaut Desormeaux.

Two weeks ago, I found out I have leukaemia.

Shit.

Yes... And so,

to beat it, I need a bone marrow transplant.

Pretty quickly, actually.

My sister, my younger sister,

did a test to see if she could give me her marrow.

- But she isn't compatible. - Shit.

Nor is she my sister.

Fuck...

I mean, shit.

That's when I found out I was adopted.

And?

I'm getting there.

I need a donor,

a brother or a sister.

I have no sister now, but I discovered

I have a brother.

There.

And that brother is you.

- What the fuck is this? - Hold on, Jimmy.

Yes, I know it's all a bit crazy.

What says it's me?

Your mother was Fabienne Velghe?

Leave my mum be. I have no brother.

Got that?

What is this shit?

- Jimmy, hold on. - Wait...

We checked.

- We're brothers. - I have no brother!

Too bad you're sick.

Stop letting strangers in!

Fuck!

Sorry.

- I never knew there were two of you. - What?

We've nothing in common.

Mr Posho turns up here asking for my marrow... Thibaut...

He's not having my marrow. Screw him.

You know what your mum was like.

She could have had another kid.

Why would he have come otherwise? Think about it.

Stop this act now. I didn't raise you this way.

This lad needs you.

This is it.

Jimmy?

Hello, I'm Claire.

Just in time. Come on.

They're resuming the adagio. Use the earphones.

Here.

From Claudine.

- What is it? - A box of sweets.

That's adorable.

Cambrai humbugs...

I know them.

- Very kind. - From Claudine, not me.

Thanks anyway.

I'm beat. Mind if we eat at home?

No, you're dead.

Tired, I mean.

Excuse me...

Yes

How are you? I'm fine. I'm fine.

No, I won't be available before six months.

I just need time for composing Quadrature.

I know.

Ok.

Can I call you back tomorrow?

Bye. Thank you. Bye bye.

He calls so late.

Leave it.

You like it?

Yeah, it's ok.

I Remember Clifford.

I love it too.

Clifford Brown, a genius, died at 25.

A genius on the trumpet and the piano.

Where's your orchestra?

It's in the USA, in Cleveland.

- And you live in Paris? - Yes.

- When I'm invited. - Invited by who?

When I'm invited to conduct in Europe.

- Always travelling? - Often.

Claudine took you in at what age?

Things got screwy at Fabienne's when I was three.

I went back and forth

between Fabienne and Claudine.

When I was five or so, Fabienne died.

After that, Claudine and José decided to keep me

and, when I was 12, they adopted me.

Ok.

How'd you find me?

Well...

When Fabienne died, social services asked my parents

if they wanted to adopt you to reunite us.

But they couldn't.

Why not?

At the time, my mother was expecting my sister,

Rose...

It was a real miracle and...

they weren't up to welcoming another child.

They had all they needed.

That's a nice piano.

Yeah.

I began playing aged three.

At three, the piano for you, and Claudine for me.

Yeah...

- Do you remember our mother? - No.

- You never tried... - Not interested.

Hello.

- Jimmy? - Yeah.

I'm Rose.

Hello.

I'm Thibaut's mum.

- Yes. Hello. - Everything ok?

Did it go well?

Yeah, it's all good.

Thank you so much, really.

He was lucky to find you.

That's for sure, he's lucky.

He'd have done it for you.

No one knew I had a brother, it'd have been tricky.

It's ok though.

Have a good day.

You too.

Goodbye.

- Hello. - Thibaut!

- A surprise. - Lovely!

You look well.

Thank you.

I'm officially in remission.

I wanted to tell Jimmy. Is he here?

It's no good.

It's the saxes.

No, it's everyone.

The clarinets were off.

Not at all!

Brigitte...

you're always behind.

I follow Marie.

Charlène?

It's me now?

The clarinets are off.

Blow!

Charlène,

at bar 32, you play D flat when it's D natural.

I have an E flat that's D flat to the ear.

You have weird ears.

Shut up.

Listen...

That's it.

Much better.

Right?

Thanks, Jimmy.

Jimmy Flat!

Thanks, Jimmy.

Let's start again at D.

At B, he said?

No, at D.

Let's start again. We're nearly there.

- What's up? - Hi.

How's it going?

I stopped by to say hello.

Alright.

Hello then.

You're in shape.

Yes, it's the marrow...

It's great. Like I said, it worked.

But...

What is it?

I have a slight problem.

I need a kidney. As you're compatible...

What?

Could you spare a lung too?

You got me!

I'm kidding.

Everything's fine.

I'm out of the woods at last and wanted to tell you.

Ok, that's great.

Yes, it's a relief. So you play the trombone?

Oh, that's nothing...

Come on, Jimmy, let's go.

Hi, Thibaut, Jimmy's brother.

- His brother? - I'll explain.

Let's have a drink.

- Coming? - Sure.

A brother now?

What'll it be?

- A new guy? - Shit...

- Hello. - Who is he?

- A new guy. - Great. What do you play?

I came to see my brother.

Who's that?

He didn't tell you?

It's personal, so I told no one.

You're that conductor.

Yes.

- Thierry Desormeaux. - Thibaut.

- Sorry. - Hello.

Delighted.

Jimmy here is your brother?

- Yes. - When did you get a brother?

Six months ago.

I'm Jeremy, Sabrina's brother.

And this is Jonathan.

- We rap together. - Cool.

Sax and percussion

Ok, enough!

It's an honour to have you here.

Lager? Or brown ale? It isn't bad.

Anything alcohol-free?

We'll see. Got anything, Charlène?

Pineapple juice, maybe.

But I'm making no promises.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Gilbert

Gilbert, a song!

Gilbert, a song!

When the summer holidays arrive

You're glad to get a month away

It's a tradition, you have to sing a song.

And you can tan in the nude all day

Mosquitoes are a blight By God, they bite

For the little swine

It's party time

Mosquitoes are a blight

By God, they bite

It's a sorry sight

A face full of bites

I can get a cab.

Hold on... Let go.

Did you like it? Did they play well?

- Stop it. - Just asking.

They manage very well.

- You'll eat here? - Sorry.

I have a train back to Paris in half an hour.

- I'll do you a sandwich. - I'll eat on the train.

Train food is terrible.

He doesn't like me.

No, he does. Shut up!

- Been playing the trombone long? - Ages now.

It's a band or soccer here.

- Pâté or ham? - Ham, please, Claudine.

You do concerts?

Yeah, for Bastille Day, St Cécile's Day, and so on.

We're doing the national contest this year.

Great. Contests are good.

You only play Aznavour?

Sardou too.

- You're in Lille now? - For rehearsals and concerts.

I have lots on in Paris.

If you come to the concert, come backstage to say hi.

Yeah, if I can.

That's it then.

In any case, I'm glad it worked.

- I guess my marrow's good. - Sure is.

You saved me.

It's true.

Thank you.

My brother.

- Ham and gherkins. - Thanks.

That's so kind.

Thank you.

Hold on a sec.

Here... I Remember Clifford.

Lee Morgan's version with Blakey.

Where did you find this?

No idea, I've had it for years. You can have it.

But why?

You told me you liked it.

I'm really touched.

Thanks. Got others like this?

Here you go.

Alright...

Yeah, welcome.

May I?

You bet.

Buddy...

Back and Forth the King's Path. '58 edition.

Been into all this long?

Yeah, from before Justine was born.

My daughter. That's her.

She's 13.

She's so like you.

- Where is she? - At her mum's, in Le Touquet.

Shit...

I love this.

I heard a trumpet on the radio as a kid.

I remember...

it ran right through me.

I can still hear that note.

Miles Davis,

but I didn't know that then.

Why the trombone then?

It was all the band had left.

- The trombone is good. - Yeah.

- You play the piano too? - I get by.

What was the note?

What note?

Miles Davis' note.

Oh, that.

It was B flat.

You're a bit too low.

No, he played a tenth lower.

What?

- Nothing. - With the mute.

I know.

What?

And that? What?

The taxi.

That's a G sharp-B chord.

Thibaut!

G-D.

Jimmy!

B-B.

Not bad.

- I have to go. - Ok.

No, I have to stay. This is something else.

- You'll miss your train. - I reckon so.

Come on!

Just let me

Sing!

Let me sing, let me dance Totally free

All summer long

Let me dance

Just let me

Until summer dies...

Save Sodalpro!

WALINCOURT MINERS' MARCHING BAND

Get into position for the photo!

Come on.

Gérald!

Gérald?

What's wrong?

I'm in deep shit.

- I've been offered a job. - That's cool.

- In Romania. - Doing what?

Training staff.

You mean in that new factory?

Shit, that's dicey.

I'm drowning in debt, Jimmy.

If I refuse, I lose everything.

- Do they know at Sodalpro? - No.

They're gonna waste you.

I'll say I'm off on a training course somewhere.

I don't want my kids suffering cos of me.

What about the band?

Squeeze in a bit on the right.

Great, everyone look at me.

I'm broke too.

Like every single one of us.

But we stand united.

We don't move away.

We're broke too.

Ease off,

he's in the shit.

Take his place.

No way.

Sort it out at the factory.

We need a conductor. Any ideas?

I'm ready to help out.

You, Beethoven?

Shut up.

There's that clarinet teacher from Concordia,

who moved to Cambrai.

Vermeulen?

How about the one from the old Faumont band?

Good idea! Serge.

Of course.

He'll be delighted.

- He was really good. - Yes.

I can conduct too.

In your dreams!

Over my dead body.

I prefer that Concordia jerk.

Cut it out now!

- He's not wrong. - Mrs Boutry?

Hello, it's Gilbert Wozniak

from the Walincourt Marching Band. Yes.

Hello. I'd like to speak to Serge.

He's not...

That's a pity.

I mean, it's sad news.

All the best.

- Yeah? - Jimmy Lecocq?

- That's me. - It's for you.

I didn't order anything.

Shit, that's a Courtois.

- Yep. - You won the lottery?

It's from my brother.

- Classy. - You said it.

Gonna play for the Lille Orchestra?

Exactly.

It says Jimmy Lecocq here.

Don't touch, sweetie!

Sounds the same to me.

You're jealous.

Let's all get into place now.

Stop!

Yannick, make an effort.

She's not conducting me.

Just fucking play, ok?

Screw you.

No, you're screwing us all!

She whistles

and lover-boy comes running.

What an asshole.

Asshole!

Spare us your sex problems!

Drop it, he's a jerk.

How did I last 17 years with him?

Thanks, Yannick.

Music, the food of love.

Any volunteers?

Come on, who'll step up?

The clown on sax.

Shut it!

You won't conduct?

Not looking at you.

Don't start again.

I'll do it.

We're here to play.

Jean-Claude!

We'll play loud.

From the top.

No, at bar 12 to save time.

Bar 12. Take it from bar 12.

That'd surprise me!

Cleveland's first trombone has the same one.

Out of my league.

Maybe, but it's just a matter of work.

- How's the group? - The band.

Sorry, the band.

We lost our conductor.

- He died? - No, he left.

He just dumped us.

So we're in the shit.

You have no replacement?

He died.

For real?

Yes. He hanged himself.

Shit. That's tough.

You can't manage without a conductor.

The set piece is the march from Aida.

Fantastic.

I conducted it in Verona.

What a memory.

Yeah, but...

In that case, maybe you could help us out?

- Me? - Yeah.

Jimmy...

What?

Help you out how?

You could come...

to conduct to help us. You know it.

Sure, but I don't see how...

No, he's kidding.

- We'll manage. - My brother can help.

He's not going to conduct us.

- Cut it out. - Just to tide us over.

He's too busy.

Are you too busy?

Sort of.

You see.

You do it instead.

Gimme a break.

Stop saying you're not up to it.

Exactly, I'm not.

Jimmy...

Jimmy!

You should conduct.

C'mon, don't you start too.

- You can do it. - No, I can't.

I've never conducted.

I'll help you.

You wanna help now.

Aren't you busy?

I am, but even so...

What?

You owe me nothing.

Want a hand or not?

Come on.

Hold on, I didn't say yes.

That's C major.

A universal chord for all.

Ravel arrives.

He adds the major seventh and the ninth.

He customises it.

Then Erroll Garner...

He adds the dominant seventh,

the minor ninth and...

The tritone.

Classical and jazz share a lot.

So, for Aida...

A bouncy rhythm. A dotted semiquaver, like a jazz one...

- Verdi stops it, but if it ran on... - A boogie.

It'd make a boogie.

Exactly.

Wild!

Go on!

- Well? - That's not conducting.

Trumpets.

Clarinets.

Your wrist's stiff.

Loosen up.

Keep the baton low or it hides your face.

Take a single bearing, in the centre.

One, two, three, four.

Make your right hand clearer.

It shows the way.

It's the rhythm.

As for the left hand...

Hold on. Too much at once.

You're doing great, Jimmy.

There's nothing to hear.

But I see you. It works.

- You see. - Maestro?

Sorry, but you've found your baton now.

My baton? Yes!

I found it. Give me five more minutes.

Five minutes, I promise. Thank you.

The left hand, the hand of the heart,

that brings nuance and colour.

Hold on a second.

What's that?

We need to look at Thibaut a bit.

We'll start again.

The fifth bar.

Trumpets, try to start together.

Prepare your mouthpieces. That first B flat is important.

Thank you.

Thank you. Hold on, please.

Let's do it again.

Where's your score?

Can she borrow one?

She doesn't need one.

She doesn't?

No, she does it all by ear.

Ok, fine.

Can you tell tied and detached notes apart?

- You're ok there? - Of course.

No, sorry...

Don't take it badly. I'm totally

out of order, fine.

Let's go. Watch articulation and accuracy too.

Where's the accent?

Yes, the accent.

Where is it?

Don't crush the forte or emphasise it.

Sorry, stop.

My fault, I wasn't clear.

No, you weren't.

Hold on.

- How can I... - Put it in simpler terms.

So give it a try.

- No, not me. - Go on.

It's time you began.

Go on.

Meet my replacement.

Go, Karajan!

Stop laughing, you.

Alright then. Hello.

Hi, Jimmy.

We'll change the layout.

The clarinets,

go over there.

Us again.

Voice one, voice two.

I'm gonna revise the positions.

Same for the saxes.

In the front, the tenors behind.

Same set-up.

The flutes in the middle.

As for you, Yannick,

stay there.

I didn't plan to move.

What a pain, that one!

That's for sure.

Tighter gestures.

The accent.

The accent.

That's it.

Cheers!

Not many youngsters.

They're not interested.

No music school here?

We'd like one, but the mayor doesn't give a damn.

He's into country music.

A big country music fan.

But if you win?

In your dreams.

You have to dream.

You need an ambition in life.

You'll run the music school.

Run a school? A dunce like me?

Here.

Giulia.

She's beautiful.

Our lives are crazy.

We never meet.

How're things with Sabrina?

Sabrina?

Aren't you...

No, not at all.

She has Jeremy,

her kids, her ex, her mother...

The factory closing...

She doesn't need me too.

I'm not a great catch.

How about your daughter?

It's not easy with her mother.

But I try.

- Go ahead. - It can wait.

- She plays music? - It's for oldies.

- Well, Sardou... - Verdi is for youngsters?

Verdi is Verdi.

This is me here, with José.

Excellent..

He looks friendly.

He was a great guy. A miner.

He was a good father too.

- Got a photo of Fabienne? - No.

But I remember her smell.

She smelled of ciggies.

And I see her boots in the cupboard when I'd been bad.

Red boots with tiny golden stars.

One thing bothers me.

You make very broad gestures.

I feel tired just looking at you.

I'm joking.

It's ok, they can see you.

Be more minimalist in the decomposition.

Listen for the flutes.

That's it.

Careful.

Better.

How you made our ears bleed!

Me? She didn't spare you either!

I never asked to play violin.

You weren't really gifted, darling.

- Just goes to show. - What does?

That it's in the genes.

Want to keep it?

Jimmy has perfect pitch.

But he had no one to tell him.

I'm going to miss the garden, but I'll have a big balcony.

He could be in my place.

- That's enough. - What?

- I've explained. - Of course.

Too complicated.

Thibaut, stop.

He's in his canteen,

serving mashed potato. It's fine, don't worry.

Here, this is yours.

Why are you getting at Mum?

I want to know why I'm here and he's there.

And not together.

Imagine how that makes me feel?

You belong here.

A blessing. I'm a backup?

You jerk...

You've no idea how much I thought about that boy...

Over the years...

Rose?

Come on, stop sulking.

Go away!

Seriously?

Open up.

Rose, come on.

Open so I can enter!

I'll huff and puff!

The house will fly off!

You can hear from my accent, I'm Italian German.

And also asthmatic.

I'll tell Mum you're smoking!

I'm the wheezy wolf! I smoked too much!

That's it, very good.

Keep focused.

Always a step ahead.

I think we really ought

to thank Thibaut because

he has taken time out for us.

What can I say?

I learned to prepare my mouthpiece.

From the bottom of my heart,

you're always welcome here.

For you!

Walincourt on the map, gonna put

Walincourt on the map

Walincourt on the map

We're gonna put Walincourt on the map

Sax and percussion

We won't sweat for a kick-ass rhythm

A punch for an uppercut, hit em'

Thibaut? We think you're really handsome!

Sax and percussion

- To the contest! - To success!

- Cheers. - To the band!

Jimmy, 155 likes, you're a star!

What?

You're a pain.

You hid that!

You're a natural!

A souvenir from the band.

You guys are too kind.

Makes a change!

What do you think?

Film him, so I'm not alone.

He's the real deal.

Thank you.

Off to the mines!

- Lovely! - The helmet or the man?

Wait.

This is just for you?

Yes, don't worry!

- If it's to put online... - It's just for us.

That's me ruined!

Of course not! Glass of wine?

A little one to celebrate!

Let's party!

What's going on?

It's the mayor.

Wants to steal our slot.

- Why? - To give it to that cowgirl bitch.

Excuse me.

Here you are.

The council suggests Concordia, but they're selective.

Many wouldn't be taken.

We take everyone here.

Plus, I won't go to ugly Waziers!

- Really? - Uglier than here.

It's not ugly here!

It's not, Claudine.

Where is it?

- You don't know where Waziers is? - No.

- You don't? - Jeremy!

No, I don't.

I know!

- Where? - Up your bum!

Jeremy!

- Joking! - Stop it.

He got me.

Give it a rest.

- Fooled you. - He did.

Say bye, you oaf.

I'm not an oaf!

I'll be back in a sec.

- See you! - Later.

Hey, Walincourt on the map!

Put Walincourt on the map!

So...

It's almost the holidays!

Yes.

It'll do you good, a bit of yachting.

You bet.

Is it your boat?

No, it's a friend's.

You never went back to the band?

No...

Music was always with José.

Now he's gone, I don't feel like playing.

Do you think the contest will go well?

Yes, it'll be fine.

Jimmy's good.

Quick learner.

Since you turned up, he's much better.

More confident.

- Really? - Yes.

I'm glad.

It was hard for him,

the divorce.

I guessed.

Would you like to use tu with me, Claudine?

Yes, I would. You know...

If you'd been given to me,

I would have kept you both.

Thank you, Claudine.

It's kind of you.

You wouldn't be a conductor!

Who knows?

You'd be a leader though.

That so?

See you, Steph. Take care.

See you tomorrow.

- Hang in there! - Get home safe.

What's going on?

I'm messing around.

Messing around? At 2 am?

You're also here at 2 am.

It was my turn at the factory.

What's this?

Sorry, maestro!

It's personal.

What is this?

Nothing.

Come on. Not with me, Jimmy.

I don't butt into your life!

Well, you should.

For fuck's sake!

"Mahler's Symphony No. 3"

It's "Mah-lerr." Give it!

Give it back! You're annoying.

- Give you what? - The paper.

You're so annoying. Give it!

- It's for an audition. - Which one?

The Lille Orchestra.

- What? - Yeah.

They need a trombonist. Happy now?

For fuck's sake!

You're so irritating.

Are you serious?

Thibaut's idea?

Thibaut doesn't know.

Nothing scares you.

It's just a matter of work.

You sound like your brother.

Maybe because he's right.

He told me that I could do better.

Than what?

Than all this.

What's all this?

What do you mean?

Us? The band? Walincourt?

No, but you don't get it.

Yeah, right.

I'll let you practice, you need it!

- Sabrina, wait. - Symphony, my ass.

A bit there, please.

Mr Lecocq, a word.

You still supply the strikers with leftovers?

- And? - It's prohibited.

Binning them should be prohibited.

We support the strike, but you'll lose your job.

This is for you.

Simple then.

That way I'm in the clear.

And they have nothing to eat.

No, you piss me off.

And a drop of this!

Happy now?

- Here? - Yes.

Go ahead.

Candidate number 9.

We're listening!

Thank you.

We've heard enough. Thanks.

Sorry, I'm a bit nervous.

Can I start over?

That'll be all.

That one's out.

Sir, come with me.

- Jimmy! - What?

What was that?

Nothing, I embarrassed myself.

- You didn't say. - I wanted to surprise you.

I would have told you not to.

Know who you're against?

The conservatoire elite, competition animals.

They've practised 15 hours a day for years.

Sorry, but do you get it?

You told me to aim high.

But not here...

What I mean is...

Concentrate on Hazebrouck.

On the contest.

Are you done?

- Jimmy... - I get the message.

We'll talk when I get back.

Great job!

Well done, Mattéo!

You ok?

I'm alright.

He's scored, he's happy. I'm freezing.

- It is chilly. - As usual.

How was your audition?

It was tough.

Don't think I've made it.

The competition was crazy.

Upset?

I couldn't care less.

You know...

I wasn't expecting much.

At least you're staying.

We need you here.

I blew my shot.

Really fucked it up.

But you tried.

It sucks.

I didn't see that coming.

We're gonna rock Hazebrouck!

I saw you!

Keep your eyes on the ball!

Fucking pain!

You were saying?

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Walincourt Miners' Marching Band,

celebrating its 142nd anniversary!

What a fine-looking band!

Where's Jimmy?

Jimmy, we're on next.

There's no point.

- Stop it. - We're not up to it.

We are! Have some faith.

Come on.

You're better.

A big well done to Concordia,

from Waziers.

Next up,

please welcome

the Walincourt Miners' Marching Band,

and their conductor, Jimmy Lecocq.

Let's do this!

Forgotten your ladle?

For conducting.

Maniac!

What's your problem?

Stop it!

Let's calm down.

Come on then, what do you want?

You're outta control!

Change your tone.

Stop!

- What? - Charlene's girl.

In the middle, green boots.

Can't see. Is her mum there?

I don't think so.

Shit!

The teacher saw us.

What are you doing, you idiot?

Jeremy, toss us the spanner.

- Hi. - The spanner.

Thibaut!

Jimmy, Thibaut's here.

How's it going?

- Hi, Jeremy. - I'm fine.

We're changing the exhaust.

- All good? - Yeah.

Hiya.

- Broken? - Just playing around.

- What do you want? - Got 5 minutes?

No, I don't.

I heard about Hazebrouck.

You can't give up now.

- We all have hard times. - When did you have hard times?

Often. Think it's easy to be a conductor?

If you're Thibaut from Meudon.

You can stop now, Jimmy.

I've worked non-stop for 20 years.

I missed out on my youth, my life.

I earned what I have now.

What are you talking about?

Know what I earn at the canteen?

11 euros an hour.

I live at my mum's, don't see my daughter.

I'm in a shit band. You talk about earning!

You swan in, all posh,

tell me to run the band,

set up a music school here! Why not the Bolshoi?

I didn't ask for that!

I don't give up, especially not on my brother.

Your brother!

I'm not your brother!

We didn't grow up together.

You should have been here.

Only you picked the long straw.

All I see is the long straw.

Fuck off, you're doing my head in!

Could you stop here, please?

Jimmy's laid off.

Claudine didn't say?

- Because of the contest? - The food.

The food?

He was giving us the canteen's leftovers.

He got a warning. He carried on.

You know Jimmy.

How long's the factory been shut?

Almost 8 months.

This is Thibaut, Jimmy's brother.

Nice to meet you.

- Enjoy your visit. - Bye.

They took the machines months ago.

They came back last week. A fight broke out.

They left the rest.

We don't know how long we'll last.

And you rehearse here now?

The hell we do.

Since the mayor kicked us out, everyone's low.

- Kicked you out? - Yes, we disgraced the town.

Shit...

I shouldn't have forced Jimmy into conducting.

Now he hates me.

It's not you he hates. It's himself.

What can I do?

Nothing.

He got carried away.

It bruised his ego and it'll take time to heal.

We wanted to do

a benefit concert here.

We only managed

to bring the instruments.

It's a start.

It's not a start, it's the end.

Of the band, Sodalpro, everything.

This fucking town...

Do the concert.

In the factory with the band.

I'll conduct.

- But everyone's gone. - They'll come back.

You know it?

Carmen?

It's the Bolero.

What? Ravel's Bolero, exactly.

The biggest hit ever.

No, the biggest hit is Allumez le feu.

Johnny Hallyday.

No, David Bowie.

In classical music, it's the Bolero!

How do we fit in?

Hear that?

Ravel wrote it after visiting a factory.

And this...

Machines.

Nice, but that won't feed us.

- Right. - We're not here to make music.

But to save our jobs.

We've nothing to lose!

No one cares.

They emptied out, the press didn't come.

And for a concert?

If I conduct, yes.

Nationwide coverage.

Dream on!

They'll report on the band, not our jobs

or our families.

- We're nothing! - Why Sodalpro?

It's a venue to you. You can do your thing anywhere.

And us,

we're in the way.

It's true, guys. Speak up.

No one gives a damn.

Stop it now!

Earlier, we were moaning

no one cares about us.

Now a top conductor offers to do a concert here

in the factory,

so we can be seen nationwide.

And you pass that up?

Forget it.

They'd rather croak

round the campfire,

arm in arm, chanting,

"Everyone together!"

Screw you!

Sabrina, I haven't finished.

- Bit high. - It's hard.

I'll give it a go.

Our own Johnny!

Our doorman.

Just joking.

- And now? - No, not yet.

I'm not giving up on you.

What?

You want to go again?

Sure?

Beautiful.

Come on!

Go on!

And there you have it!

Don't be such a sulk, Jimmy.

You're doing my head in.

We've moved on from Hazebrouck!

What we're doing now is thanks to you.

Thanks to me?

- Thibaut's here for you. - He's all you talk about.

- Stop it, Jimmy. - You fancy him?

I fancy him?

What are you saying?

What the hell is this petty jealousy?

I came here for you.

Not for me, you just need a trombonist.

You're right. I picked the wrong brother.

Go find Thibaut.

I'm doing just that.

- What? - I'm off to see Thibaut.

Wider...

- See you in two weeks. - Two weeks.

I'll be careful and follow your advice.

A few bars from Quadrature, in rehearsals,

which is conducted by you.

Soon to have its world premiere at the Seine Musicale.

Now I'd like to discuss another of your projects.

This one is especially close to your heart.

A version of Ravel's Bolero,

for band and vocals, to be played in a factory.

Yes, it's a small firm

facing closure in Walincourt.

A common story.

The workers have been fighting for weeks,

to save their jobs...

It's Thibaut!

Looks good on TV, doesn't he?

What brought you to that small northern town?

My brother.

My brother, the trombonist in the band.

- Goodbye, Maestro. - Bye.

Hi, Jimmy, it's me.

It's Thibaut.

I just wanted to say that we miss you.

That's all.

We want you back.

Sir?

Thanks.

- Hi, Thibaut. It went ok? - Yes.

What a welcome!

I see everyone's here.

That's great.

Alright...

I suggest we get straight to it.

- Didn't you change the exhaust? - Yes.

- Which hotel? - The Mercure.

I see.

- Thank you. - No worries.

I didn't mean what I said.

I talked shit, I was pissed off.

Of course you meant it.

You weren't wrong.

Born in Tourcoing?

What?

- Were you born in Tourcoing? - Yes.

- What's Tourcoing like? - Like Roubaix.

It began when Justine was born.

I'd come here in my car, like an idiot.

That's it.

Where?

We were up there, on the second floor.

Fancy moving here?

See the kids?

Could have been us.

- Let's go. - Where?

Why are we here, Jimmy?

Come here.

- What? - Look.

On the right.

That's her.

Will you make me a copy?

No way.

I stole it, you copy it.

Deal.

- This should've been our life. - Yeah.

Kebabs by the canal.

Had we drawn the same straw.

If we'd drawn the same straw, you wouldn't be Thibaut.

Who would I be?

You'd be a Jordan or something normal.

For sure.

Or you'd be Jean-Baptiste.

Right! I look like a Jean-Baptiste.

Wouldn't change my parents for anything.

Me neither.

I would've liked a brother.

I had a lot of brothers at Claudine's.

They never stayed long though.

Come on, hurry up!

Shit, where are the keys?

You drive, I can't.

Come on.

This will be difficult.

- Why? - I don't drive.

You don't drive?

Useless jerk.

You can drive an orchestra, but not a car!

Nobody's perfect.

You're not listening!

Lift to the left, push to the right!

That's what I'm doing!

No, you aren't!

Find your rhythm. Moderato.

I'm intoxicato.

Feel with the right foot.

No, we're in reverso!

Prestissimo.

Yes, almost there.

What are you doing?

I haven't got my baton.

Is there a problem, gentlemen?

A problem?

Stop the car.

- Crescendo? - Engine off!

Thibaut?

- Thibaut? - What?

Are we brothers or half-brothers?

Brothers.

According to the tests, we have the same dad.

Right.

What do you know about him?

Nothing.

Except he's a bastard.

Desormeaux, Lecocq!

Come with me.

- Move it. - Shit, we gotta get up.

To the train station?

No.

No?

Ok...

What do we do then?

Justine!

My dad's here!

Surprise! How's it going?

Why're you here?

Thibaut, I told you about him.

Thibaut... Justine...

Hi, Justine.

- How are you? - Good, you?

I'm fine, a bit tired but...

In fact,

they inject stem cells into Thibaut's blood.

After that, it gets a bit technical.

But it worked!

Didn't it?

You have my dad's blood, sir?

Yes, his blood.

Loosen up, Thibaut's your uncle!

Also, you know,

he's a famous conductor, who travels the world!

He can play Verdi, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach.

Right.

So a brass band player.

And a classical musician.

You've got it!

Wild!

Yes.

How's school?

School's fine.

And your mum?

Yeah, well, she's mum!

Yeah...

Thanks for the cola!

C'mon, you just got here!

My friends are waiting.

Your friends...

Come here.

Here.

Be sensible.

Don't go buying cigarettes!

Gimme a kiss.

And a hug.

Call me.

- Yes? - Yes.

You will?

Bye, uncle!

Bye, Justine! It was great to meet you.

Know Italy?

No, why?

- The water's warmer there. - But cheaper here!

All my life I've known the northern sky

This grey, I'd like to wipe away

By changing sides

Carry me away

To the other end of the earth

Carry me away to paradise

For me, it seems quite clear

The sun'll do away with my strife

Shit harmonising.

Thibaut?

What are you doing?

It's freezing in there!

Thibaut!

What's he doing?

What's going on?

Cut the crap!

You'll catch a cold!

What's the matter with you?

- It didn't work out. - What didn't?

The transplant.

It's over.

I found out yesterday.

- I rejected it. - You're kidding.

Fuck!

- What are you doing? - I won't make it.

I can't go on.

You can't leave me.

You can't do this.

Stay with me.

Sabrina!

What's going on?

They took it all.

It's over, Jimmy.

And a bit there, please?

Here.

My head hurts.

- Not well enough? - I am.

- My head just hurts. - Sorry.

Get rid of the flowers. It feels like a funeral home.

Want another tramadol?

It'll make me dozy.

Orchestra ready, on stage in 5 minutes.

Can I be alone?

Thank you.

You're the best.

See you in a minute.

You can do it.

Sublime.

Get back out there.

What's that?

THE MARCHING BAND