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(second man counting down in Japanese)

(slow-tempo Introitus of Mozart's Requiem)

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We're gonna start with number seven.

-RODRIGO: No, just the choir.

-Just the choir.

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-We need more help.

Yuki, Daisuke.

-DAISUKE...in the Confutatis. -Cut the minor harmonies here.

-No more WAM. No more WAM. Just Wolfgang.

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All winds gone.

RODRIGO: Flutes, oboes, horns gone.

Okay, so for the Lacrimosa,

it's only the strings.

Yes, just violins, cello...

All right.

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Where's the rest of the Requiem?

What is he doing?

He's not doing WAM's version, he's doing Mozart's.

But only the bits he wrote before he died.

Just so you know, the Blowfish is super puffed.

GLORIA : Shit!

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Bravo!

-FUKUMOTO: Maestro, can I speak to you? -Excuse me.

What happened to the rest of the music?

-This is not what we discussed! -Hey, we got to go.

-Maestro. -Rodrigo...

Maestro!

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

GLORIA: Mr. Fukumoto,

I am so, so sorry.

Go talk to him.

And say what?

That thing was like a son to him.

I think they found the arm. Oh, no, sorry.

False alarm, that's a log.

Apologize on behalf of the orchestra.

He'll listen to you.

Rodrigo should apologize. Why should I?

You're a member of my board.

I saved your ass once before.

It's gonna take more than a little whiskey this time.

THOMAS: That's the motherboard.

How about a players lounge?

Don't try to negotiate with me, Betty,

you're not at my level.

What is wrong with you girls?

I'm tired of your girlfriend running my orchestra

into the ground-- I quit.

And I think I will go talk to my man.

What are you going to say?

Whatever I goddamn want.

Ah...

This place is perfect for what we need, Hai Lai.

I can't go back to a hotel.

I have to do something first.

Okay.

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Holy shit! What are you doing?

What is going on?

It is done, Hai Lai.

It is done-- it didn't work. It didn't work.

Okay, what are you doing?

I'm doing a sacrifice, Hai Lai.

A cremation.

-All right... -I'm burning the Requiem.

Come back now and let's get you to bed.

-Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... -All right.

-Yes.

Let's get you to bed.

-No, Hai Lai, no. -Yes!

Mozart is gone. He's gone.

He's completely lost, but Berlioz, he needs us.

Because he's in love. -Yes.

Because he's 26 years old, and he's fucked up with opium.

-Yes. -Now, he's waiting for the bells of hell.

-Bells. -The bells of hell.

-The bells. -Bells.

Won't you sing it to me?

Come on, just sing it to me.

Just, just sing... sing it to me.

(hollow, wooden percussive sounds)

Ah!

Konichiwa.

Uh, who are you?

I thought Kabuki was only for men.

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No, I wanted to stay in the hotel.

No, no. -I didn't want to come out.

No, no, no. You come with me.

I've got a great surprise. You're gonna love it.

-There's some jewelry... -Come on, come on, come on...

What the fuck is this thing?

It's a hedgehog, darling.

The cafés like this are all the rage here now.

People come here just to hold a hedgehog?

Yes, because it has a calming effect.

Oh, I don't want to be calm.

-I'm pissed! -Shh...

He didn't play the piece.

He destroyed the robot. He's a psychopath.

You hired him.

-Oh! -Too tight.

You kill hedgehog.

Whoa, you don't want to kill the hedgehog, darling.

No, no, no, no, you don't want that

on your conscience.

You know, to be honest,

I think it's the first thing he's done in yonks

that had any integrity.

The music was incredible, but it's not

just about that.

Great art, it sometimes needs

a little destruction.

You ask Fukumoto about that.

Have you talked to Hesby?

He's not returning my phone calls.

Eh, no, I don't think so, no.

Well, you know Hes, he just drops off the grid.

Ooh, look, look, look at that.

Mine's touching himself.

: Goddamn it, why can't anything

ever just be straightforward?!

What -You make him scared.

Oh, don't take him. Don't take my hedgehog.

Hai Lai, can I watch?

Come on, I've only seen you conduct inside the apartment.

Come on, you know?

Uh, yeah, sure. Okay.

-Yeah. Yeah.

Cool. Excellent. Yes.

Hey.

Let's go. That's our train. That's our train.

Round two.

This is where we need you to step forward

and distinguish yourself.

So today...

we watch you rehearse.

-That is where conducting truly happens.

We'll be watching you, seeing how you contend

with the orchestra.

The piece for this round will be

-Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique...

: Yes. Thank you.

It's my first time.

SADAKO: ...20 minutes to rehearse.

When we get bored...

you'll hear the bell.

(playing Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique)

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They let her go seven minutes. Not bad.

HAILEY: Mm-hmm.

SADAKO: Next--

Hailey Rutledge.

: That was great.

(playing Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique)

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As far as I'm concerned,

Hailey blasted it out of the fucking park.

I mean, she was way better than she was in the first round.

How long has she been doing this?

Less than a year.

THOMAS: Rodrigo?

-Yeah. -No, no, no, no. There wasn't one Rodrigo move.

She has plenty of ideas herself.

What about Yuki?

She is very similar to Hailey.

Oh, really

Their lack of male genitalia?

What's he saying?

He said she's too feminine.

Tell me, in Japanese, what is "asshole"?

THOMAS: Yeah, asshole!

TAKASHI : I...

agree...

with...

Noburo.

I think...

Yuki should be cut!

Hmm.

: It smells like munchies.

Maestro.

Ai, Gloria. Hey.

What

We're going to go see Mr. Fukumoto.

No. No, no, no. I don't want to apologize to him. No.

You don't have to.

But he deserves an explanation.

Remember the Youth Orchestra.

What is that voice that you're doing?

It's my hedgehog voice.

So... come on.

No. But we don't know if Hai Lai got in.

Oh, oh.

She got in.

-SADAKO: Here are the names...

-Not as good as you. -...of the five finalists.

Daisuke Ueno.

Umberto Panetta.

-Andrei Novak.

Roger Wilson.

And...

...Hailey Rutledge.

Thank you to everyone not moving forward,

and good luck to all the finalists.

And the piece will be

Mahler 6.

Mahler. Fuck.

: Now we'll see what you've really got.

: Yuki.

Yuki!

Oh, Hailey.

I don't know what to say. You were so amazing.

Oh, what can you do?

Besides, they'll never have two women in the finals.

You really think that's true?

Trust me, I've seen it over and over.

: Oh. That's it for me.

I'm officially too old for these competitions.

: What am I gonna tell my parents?

Yuki, translate for me.

I need to make sure she hears this.

You know that only four of the top 150 orchestras in the world

are led by a woman?

-Four.

Take the fucking Mahler

and ram it down their throats.

I'll do my best.

GLORIA: Mr. Fukumoto.

-Oh. The m...

the maestro would like to say something to you.

I'm sorry.

Oh. You are... That's good.

Yes, yes, but for killing the robot.

That was unnecessary. But...

not for the music.

You know, you asked me to do the Requiem--

Well, that was my Requiem.

Don't-don't be... m-mad.

Well, okay, be angry at me.

But not... not with Gloria, not with the orchestra,

not with the building...

or the Youth Orchestra.

I'm not angry.

And WAM isn't dead.

Oh. Th-That's good, that's good. He's-he's not dead.

WAM: Hello, Maestro.

Hey.

-I thought you were dead. -To be precise,

I short-circuited.

I now understand the dynamics of fragility.

Thanks to you, I truly know how to finish the Requiem.

FUKUMOTO: Maestro, I am disappointed in you.

I always thought you were an out-of-box kind of guy.

The Requiem was beautiful, but it didn't move us forward.

RODRIGO: I am an out-of-box

kind of guy, I mean, like an inside-box...

-GLORIA: Uh, uh, arigato... -I don't even see the box.

...uh, gozayamishita, Fukumoto-san.

I look forward to continuing to discuss

our partnership.

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Oh...!

-THOMAS: Hello, Jerry.

Aha.

So, you found my little haunt.

Yeah, if Gloria sent you, I'm not interested.

No, I'm not here from Gloria.

I snuck out.

Well, don't tell Gloria that Fugu

is seriously rethinking his donation.

Aw, fuck, no.

But hey, not my pig, not my farm.

Oh, no. God almighty, she will be crushed.

Mm-hmm.

On the other hand,

there are other orchestras in New York.

What are you getting at, Maestro?

I don't know, this music, it's, like, an abyss,

and you go through the abyss and come out on the other side,

and there's just even more fucking darkness.

Yeah. I just don't know if I can do that.

Hai Lai?

Hi. Where did you go?

Are you talking to him?

No, I was talking to... someone else.

-Oh, that's really good, Hai Lai.

-Just-just keep your... be in touch with that. -Listen,

for the finals, they chose Mahler 6.

Mahler 6!

-Oh, my God, you're gonna win. You're gonna win. -No!

Yes, you're gonna win. Yes. Yes, I can see it.

I mean, yeah, you're gonna win. I can see the future.

-Please don't say that. -Yes, you're gonna win,

and you know what, everything's beginning now for you.

-You can do anything. -I really just don't think

that I have a handle on this.

What? But look what you did with the Berlioz.

You were incredible.

You were so good. You were just...

completely... magical, you know?

: I mean, you didn't have a...

a very clear concept of what you were doing,

but you just... I mean, you just played the music.

What do you mean that I didn't have a clear concept about it?

You know what I mean.

I mean, you were just...

you know, from the instinct coming out.

And I w... I was listening to you,

and I stopped being your coach, I was just an audience.

You know? It was music, there was music happening.

Okay, well, I really need to ram this Mahler

down their fucking throats,

so if you could be my coach for a few seconds,

that would be really great.

Just be honest with me.

Complete honesty?

Yeah.

-Go for it.

All right, okay.

Well, all right, at the top,

your hands were in the right position,

but then you just got really excited

and you went for it and the legato was a little bit off.

You know, it didn't sink in.

-Right, okay.

It was a little bit like, ah, almost there,

but then the problem is that the fermata,

there was something, that it was a little bit too short.

So the trumpets, for example, came in a little bit too late

-and then the oboe, it came in a little bit too loud. -Yeah.

-And it was... -Wait, so that's...

-that's the first 20 bars. -Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, when the flutes, for example, they come in,

you didn't really show them how to phrase,

so they didn't know where to breathe

and that's the problem, you know?

It happened with all the winds...

You know, it wasn't orange or white,

it was just like something there in the middle...

You know this thing we've been talking about, you know,

like, not underlining everything.

These guys, they know what they're doing, you know?

But just let it play, you know?

Like, listen to them... I don't know, but next time,

you have to get it really perfect, Hai Lai,

really, really perfect.

GLORIA: Oh, Hesby!

How wonderful to hear from you.

Wha... could you just repeat that?

I-I... the reception here isn't...

What When?

What in the name of Mozart

and motorcycles and everything else

in the damn world is wrong with you?!

Hello, darling.

What the hell happened in your childhood

! -What, darling,

are you talking about?

Still play dumb?

You stay out of this.

I just spoke to Hesby.

He said you met with him

and now he can't decide who should perform the Asyla.

He said that we should sort it out amongst ourselves.

How dare you go sneaking around behind my back?

Me?! Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black.

-Oh, please.

You think I'm stupid?

I mean, all the gifts, the flowers, the love letters.

I mean, all right, if you're having an affair,

why don't you just say so?

After all, I might want to step out myself sometime.

I mean, heaven knows monogamy was never one of my things.

Those aren't love letters.

They're from Daniel Mahajan.

He wants me to come and run the Guggenheim.

What? Mah... Mah...

that's ridic... you...

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Because, Thomas, I love you,

but you have a big fucking mouth!

-No.

No, no, because I am going to get the piece back

and I am going to crush your amateur borough orchestra.

Fine!

Well, fine!

No, fine.

(dramatic classical music playing)

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(dramatic classical music playing)

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FUKUMOTO: In second place, Andrei Novak.

And the winner is...

Daisuke Ueno!

BETTY: The Queen's Phil

isn't afraid of technology or new ideas.

They want to make people excited about the music again.

For example, uh, we just had a sensational new first oboe,

Betty Cragdale.

So I get to hear you play.

Does your girlfriend know about this?

THOMAS: Don't ask, don't tell.

DAISUKE: Hailey.

-Hey. -Hi.

Daisuke, congratulations.

You really deserved it.

Thanks.

What happened out there?

You were a different conductor.

Yeah.

I choked.

Sure.

We are not robots.

-Yeah. -RODRIGO: Hai Lai.

Hey. Hey.

Ah, the-the-the Rodrigo thing, yeah.

Yes, yes.

Guys, guys.

Hai Lai! Hai Lai!

-(men continue shouting in Japanese) -Hai Lai!

Hai Lai! Hai Lai!

Hai Lai!

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