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then into A.

The sub-dominant.

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

Same thing, different chord, see.

Hmm. Tricky.

Then back to E again...

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

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

Ah. The dominant.

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.

And have a very nice one, sir.

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.

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,

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.

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? Up here.

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.

Trousers with a mend in the knee,

and long hair, almost over your ears.

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.

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!

Straight. Sorry.

Whoo!

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.

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

A forgery!

I'll make some tea.

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

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.

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

Marry that girl.

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.

I want to ask you something.

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.

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.

This was recorded in Berlin.

I've never heard a stereophonic thingy before.

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.

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

I'm just being silly.

Could you not talk to your mother?

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,

Flo?

Enter. You may enter me.

What?

Nothing.

Are you all right?

I'm feeling rather sick.

What are you reading?

You all right? Yes.

I love you. I love you.

Edward, tell me something.

Say something.

What is it?

SHOUTING

What is it?

Oh, my God!

Oh!

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.

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?

Love fifteen. I know.

Thirty-forty.

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?

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.

Edward? Edward?

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

But where's Florence?

Oh, my God, son.

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? 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?

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.

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.

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 right. Here we go.

Didn't even see it. Too damn slow.

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...

Thank you, darling.

Bye, Mum. Best of luck.

Bye, Dad. Best of luck.

There you go, Dad. Thanks, my boy.

Mom, we are so proud of you both.

I am sorry, Edward.

I am most terribly sorry.

Let's go back now...

Together.

Edward?