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( live classical plays )

( knuckles cracking )

( music continues )

( knuckles cracking )

Just try it.
Just try it.

It's the only cure
for rheumatism.

Magic, really. The metal
draws it out, do you see?

Yeah, I'll try it.
All right?

Thanks.
Good luck.

Oh, it has to be copper.

All right.

( pop music
playing loudly )

Girl: Wow,
Dracula's back.

( laughter )

I'm so pleased.
So pleased to welcome you.

( piano plays )

( bracelets clinking )

( music continues )

( bracelets clinking )

( music continues )

( speaking Hindi )

( doorbell rings )

( speaks Hindi )

It's for me.

Mini cab.
Coming.

Mrs. Ahuja, darling,

if you would let me
have ten for the taxi,

I'll let you have it
with the other ten
when I give you the rent check.

I'd go on the tube,
but it looks nicer
by car the first time.

So, soon he'll be giving
big concerts in the Albert Hall.

( chuckles )
Oh, yes.
She said he's a genius.

Thank you,
Mrs. Ahuja, darling.

You'll have
my check tomorrow.

( television continues )

( sighs )
( speaks Hindi )

( speaks Hindi )

( jackhammer sounds,
men shouting )

Play. It plays from here.

( doorbell rings )

Woman: Door is open!

Always open!
Thank you.

( piano continues )

( jackhammer sounds )

Woman: Come in.

That's fine, dear.
Thank you.

Ah, yes.
Mrs., um...

Well, Manek's mother.

Hello.

Girl: I'll see you Wednesday,
then, Madame Sousatzka.

Uh-uh.
Girl: Do I have to?

I feel such a fool
doing it.

You could never leave
the presence of an elder,

let alone a teacher,

without a deep curtsy.

and an"Au revoir, Madame,"
in French.

Au revoir, Madame.

A little deeper,
please.
Au revoir, Madame.

( sighs )
All right, go on.

Shut the door.

I love old-fashioned manners.

They're so gracious
and beautiful.

Hm.

Thanks, Mr. Cordle.
That's fine.

Now, Mr. Jordan.

I've always
encouraged him

and supported him,
Madame Sasutzka.

Sousatzka.
Sousatzka.

Sousatzka.

As with all
talented students--

exceptionally
talented students--

his lessons with me will be
paid for by the school trust.

What he makes
of this opportunity

is entirely up to him.

Oh, I'm sure
he'll work very hard.

And he's very grateful.

We both are, Madame Sa...
Sousatzka.

Sit down, please.

( machines hissing )

Ever since he was two,

it's always been just he
and I alone in the world.

And his father?

Oh, his father's
just a rat.

Milk?
Uh, yes, please.

I don't care who knows it.

Everyone knows it
anyway in Delhi,

and what sort of life
I had with him.

Till one day I had enough.
That was it.

I just walked out
with my baby
and my suitcase.

Just one suitcase,
mind you--

I who had come
with 50 suitcases

full of my dowry
of saris and jewelry.

Sugar?

Only three.
Three.

We are not just from here
and there, you know.

We are related to some of
the first families of Bengal.

Even through an auntie
to the Tagore family.

Thank you.

No one ever thought
I'd have this kind of life.

There've been times,
I'll tell you frankly,

when I couldn't pay rent and had
to pack up and leave at night.

But never mind about me.
My life is over.

I want everything now
for my son.

I live for the day
when he'll be famous and rich

and give many concerts--

Oh, no, no.
No, no, no.

We are not
talking about concerts.

We are talking
about your boy
and his gift,

which I am here to develop.

I cannot bear this attitude
of everything for sale.

A boy's talent...

This street?
"Let's make money"?

Cash, cash,
quick, quick, quick. Oh!

Forgive me, but I have very
strong feelings on this subject.

Please don't think
I'm a commercial person.

I'm very proud
that my son is a genius

and that...

You don't think
he's a genius?

We don't use that word.

Mrs., um...

Sen.
Please call me Sushila.

Mrs. Sen--

( phone rings )

Sousatzka.

Yes.

Yes, I remember.

Well, my secretary's
not in just now.

Let me have
a look at my book.

Yes, Wednesday at 2:00.
That would be fine.

Very well.

Now, I can take your son
on Tuesdays and Thursd--

No, Tuesdays and Fridays.

Oh, but he helps me
on Fridays.

It's a very busy day for me
with the weekend orders.

Hm.

Mrs. Sen, whenever I
take on a new student,

I give myself and my time
totally and freely.

It is an absolute commitment
for both of us--

the student and myself--

because, you see...

I teach not only
how to play the piano,

but how to live.

You'll be very proud
of your son.

Now there are
two of us to care.

( chokes )

( phone rings )

Yeah?

I'm just about to sort out
the old woman in number 11.

What's the problem?

Twenty-four?

Look, you've got
one sitting tenant, right?

He's 70 years old,

he's sitting
on the first floor,
and he won't budge.

Well, it's obvious,
isn't it?

Offer him another grand,
and if he still won't budge,

take the bloody
staircase out.

( doorbell rings )

Lady Emily: Door is open!
Always open! Push.

Lady Emily!

It's me again,
John Woodford.

Oh. Oh, yes,
of course.

Wonder if we
might have a quick word.

Yes, indeed.
Come downstairs, please.

Don't forget the neck
two or three times a day.

Thank you.

Woodford: I was thinking
about what you were saying
the other day,

and I think we're talking
the same language, really.

This house is evidently
a millstone around your neck,

and you obviously
need some help.

And that, Lady Emily,
is what I'm here for.

I had a word
with my partner,

and I think
we can swing it.

I'm afraid you'll have
to give me a little
more time, Mr. Woodward.

Woodford.
What?

It isn't always easy,
you know,

to part with a house
where one was born.

All of us need a bit
of a change sometimes.

Yeah...

I used to dream
that one day, perhaps,

I'd have a little place
by the sea.

Is that so?

( chattering )

Oi, Manny,
you coming out?

I can't. I've got
a music lesson.

A music lesson?
Music?!

Well, see you tomorrow.

( sighs )

Hello.

( humming )

( sighs )

I believe it's me
you've come to see.

I watched you rolling about
on those skates.

You mustn't do that.

What if you fall
and something happens
to your hands?

I never want to see you
with those skates again.

( door shuts )

Leave them there.

No, not on the chair.
On the floor.

Perfect height.

Thank you.

See? I know exactly.
I know you exactly.

Begin.

At the very beginning.

I want you to forget
everything you've ever learned

and begin
with the C-major scale.

Which hand?

"Which hand,"
he asks.

My poor child,
you think you have two hands?

Both hands, for me
and the piano, are one,

acting in total accord
and perfect harmony. Begin.

You don't have to impress me
with how clever
you think you are.

You move around
far too much, Mr. Virtuoso.

Perfect scales have
no beginning and no end.

Each note is as smooth
and as even as these beads.

You see?
Mm-hmm.

Forget the fingers.

Don't think for one moment
that you play with your fingers.

If he thought
about his fingers,

he'd be at the bottom
of the ocean

never to be heard from again.

What are these ten
poor little worms?

No! This is where
the music comes from.

From the abdomen.

And it rises
higher and higher

from the depths
of your very soul.

Higher and higher,
from the deepest instincts

to the height of reason...

until it reaches here.

You see?

Now begin.
Begin.

( plays piano )
Just let it play.

Let it play. Yes.

Ebb and flow.
Each note.

Smooth and even.
That's it.

It begins to play.

Now it begins
to play.

Start from the very depth
of your being...

Soft. Soft.

( slow music
played softly )

Pianissimo.

Pianissimo.

Now very, very soft.

Yes.
Too delicate...

to hear with these
clumsy human ears.

Mm-hmm.

Now, remember--

remember the position
of the shoulder.

Remember, mmm...

Yes.

Just a vibration.

Shh...

Hmm!

Maman's
special recipe.

( lively music )
Sousatzka:Allegro!

No.Allegro!

Allegro!No!

No, it's too heavy!

Bright! Bright!

It's too heavy.

Lift up the fingers!
Don't collapse the fingers!

Lace. Lace.
Ugh!

You sound like
an old man shuffling--

in his slippers!

No! Light! Light!

Skip! Skip!
Hoopla!

Hoopla!

( exasperated gasp )

( playing continues )
Light!

Woman: Well, has he
listened to my tape yet?

I sent it in
two weeks ago.

Huh? I told you,
Jenny Plover.
Plumer?

No, no, no.
P-l-o-v-e-r.

Look, just tell him Jenny.

He'll know who I am.
He gets a lot of calls.

He's a very busy man.
Maybe he hasn't had time.

Yeah, well, we're all
very busy, aren't we?

Good-bye.

I knew it as soon
as I woke up this morning.

I had a feeling it's
gonna be a bad month for me.

I know what'll
make you feel better.

Bubbly all around.

Why don't you run a bath
while I pop the cork?

I just had a bath.

Oh, have another.
I'm not dirty!

I am.
( laughs )

( Sousatzka
continues shouting )

Is that
Madame's latest?

Yeah. I've got
my latest.

We remixed it
like you said.

I hope you like it.

( music plays )
I think it's great.

*...through the eyes
of love *

Yup, it's good.

Go and run that bath.

Scorpio men--
one-track minds.

And where were you
last night?

Out!

Out where?

Out!
What's it to you?

( piano plays;
Sousatzka shouting )

I had dinner
with a producer!

That's what.
Who was he?

Mickey something or other.
Mickey who?

Come on. You know
what I'm like with names.

You're great with names.
Mickey who?

What's he done before?
What's the label?

( cork pops )

Well?
What do you think?

Lovely.
Terrific.

You've really
improved it.

Really?
Thanks.

Both: Cheers.

( piano continues )
( water running )

Mmm.
He's good.
How old is he?

Never mind about him.

Do you come here
to be with me or what, huh?!

Or what?
What do you think?

I told you it was great.
I really meant it.

Yeah.

Ronnie, you still owe me
a birthday present.

I was thinking we could
go out this afternoon.

I've seen
this gorgeous dress.

I can't this afternoon, love.
Jam packed.

Sorry.
I'll write you a check.

How much is it?
350.

Okay. Get me a receipt.
I'll put it through expenses.

So what am I?

Business or pleasure?

Hey...

Come here.

You've got lovely eyes.
Do you know that, Ronnie Blum?

( laughter )

Beast!
( laughs )

( piano plays )

( replays last notes )

( replays last notes )

( claps hands )
Stop, stop, stop.

How can the music
flow through the body

when you're so stiff,
hmm?

And what's this?

You're developing
a hump like a camel.

Oh, you're such a sissy.
That's enough for today.

It's high time
you began to work

with Mr. Cordle
downstairs.

Come here.

I want to show you
something.

What do you see?

Hmm?

Me.

Who is "me"?

Is it Manek, a boy...

or do you aspire
to something like this?

All dear friends
All dear friends
Maman'sof course.

My mother's.

Every pianist that played
at Carnegie Hall

came to visit us
in our apartment
on Riverside Drive.

Rubinstein.

I sat on his lap,

and he made a little mouse
out of a handkerchief for me.

( chuckles )

And, of course, this is
Mamanin her heyday.

She was such a great
pianist and teacher.

Who's this?

Oh, just a student
who wouldn't listen to me.

This is what I
want you to be like.

Oh, great.

My poor child.
Come.

Listen.

What have I told you
so many times?

It is all one.

The way we dress,

the way we speak,
the way we play.

It's all connected.

( chuckles )

Well, I'll see you on Friday,
MadameSoosutzka,okay?

Sousatzka.

Sousaska.
Sousatzka.

Yes, Sousatzka.
It wasMaman'sname.

Sousatzka.

Sousatzka!

You won't tell her,
will you?

This is jasmine.

Grows in your
beautiful country,
doesn't it?

I wouldn't know;
I've never been.

This is a new cloth
that's just come in, sir.

Do you like that?

No, no, no.
Something more classic.

Maman'sfamily lost everything
in the revolution, Manek.

The French Revolution?

Oh, my goodness, dear boy.
You're ignorant.

The Russian Revolution.

They fled to Paris
for ten years,

and after that to New York
whereMamanmet Papa

and I grew up.
Ahh--

The blazer.
That's very classic.

Ugh!
I don't like that.

This I don't like.

Now. You see,
you need to develop style

to go with those looks.

Those beautiful looks.

I think we'll try this.

I can't wear that stuff.
I'll look silly!

Nonsense!
It'll help you be a man.

Fetch some ties.

See,Mamanwore only white
until after Papa left.

Then she wore only black
because she felt like a widow

even though he was living
in the next block
with another woman.

( chuckles )

Oh, silly boy.

So, after Papa left,

Mamancouldn't bear
to stay in New York.

But then she was
offered a position

at the Royal College of Music,
so we moved on to London.

How are you doing in there?
Let me have a look, Manek.

I'll come out
when I'm ready.

Oh, everyone adoredMaman
at the Royal College.

It was, "What does Elena
think of this?"

"How does Elena
feel about that?"

Her English was terrible, but
they adored her Russian accent.

Ta-da!

Aah.

No, I want something
more vibrant.

Vibrant?

I see.

No, no. No, this is
no concern of yours.

I will take care of that.

Now, I will teach you
how to offer a lady your arm.

( chuckles)
Yes.

"Vibrant"?
You'll get vibrant.

( laughter )

( laughter continues )

What's so damn funny?

Is this her idea of how
a young boy should dress?

You can see she's
never had any children.

( laughs )
Ha ha ha.

Cordle: Uncross your legs.
That's it.

And relax.

Now, don't think that pain
is a permanent condition.

Most definitely not.

But then,
nothing ever is, is it?

Permanent.
( banging )

( Sousatzka yelling )
Not pain, nor pleasure.

That's the human condition.

Or shall we say,

the condition
of being human.

Just lift your head.
That's it.

You see, Madame and Beethoven
make your muscles go like this.

But Mr. Cordle
makes them go like that.

Now, just relax.

Relax, I said.

I can't help it,
Mr. Cordle.

( thumping,
Sousatzka shouting )

Oh, she really ought not to,
for her own sake.

( piano plays )
Oh! Horrible!

You do not know
how to practice properly!

It's a mess!

It is simply
a mess!

Gave you a hard time,
did she?

I'm going back
to my old teacher.

She might not be
Madame Sousatzka

with her wonderful method,

but at least
she doesn't make you sick.

What is that ghastly perfume
she uses?

Makes me wanna throw up
every time she comes near me.

I like it.

What, when she comes near you?
Her perfume.

You must be joking!

What's it called--
La Stinkeroo?

Look, she's
a bloody good teacher.

She's a big hoax.

Girl:
MadameStinkanootzka.

Does she know
you go on those?

Hope it's not a bad time
for you, Lady E.,

but I'm at the mercy
of Mr. Lefranc here.

He's the district surveyor,
you know, from the council.

A very busy man.

Lady Emily: I didn't realize
you'd need to see it all again.

Do come in.

Woodford: You won't mind
if Mr. Lefranc continues

with the mysteries of his trade
while I look around, would you?

You have such
interesting things.

( Lefranc sighs )

Very striking.

My great-grandmother.
Quite a famous beauty.

And this is
Mr. Lipescu,

my spiritual master.

Damp.

Yes, I did think it seemed
a little colder this winter.

Yes, well, you want
to take the skirting

off the outside wall

and strip the plaster
down to a meter and a half

and replace it with
your waterproof rendering.

Then just get it injected.

Silicon.
Won't be very expensive.

Lefranc: Yes, well, it depends
what you call expensive.

( music plays )

( knock on door )

( door opens )

So sorry
to disturb you.

Manek.

I think you know
Mr. Woodward.

And this is Mr. Lefranc
from the council.

Sousatzka: Yes?

Oh, do please
just carry on.

Pretend we're not here.

Lefranc:
I have this down
as a bedroom.

A bedroom?

What ancient document
do you have there?

Ugh. This has been
a studio for 30 years--

first of my mother's,
Elena Sousatzka,

and now mine.

I see. I take it
you have permission

to run a business
from the premises?

This is hardly
a sweatshop.

That's not the point.

You still need permission.

Don't be late.

Call you.
Okay.

( piano plays )

Too many sitting tenants,
if you ask me.

Wouldn't touch it
with a barge pole.

( exhales )

( piano continues )

( piano continues )

( floorboards creaking )

You know where
Jenny's flat is.

( stops playing )

Who's that?

He calls himself
an artist's agent.

Ha! Snooping
after my students.

Go on.

( music resumes )

No. No.

The message cannot
come to the fingers

if you don't open the body
and let it through.

Let me show you.

Yes, well, we'll go
over it on Saturday.

I've got to help my mother
on Saturday.

I think you should be staying
here on Fridays and Saturdays

so that we
can work together.

You can sleep there
in the studio.

The weekend
belongs to me...

and to your piano.

Can't your mother
get along without you?

Saturday's sort of
a big day for her

with all the deliveries.

Well, if you'd rather
be a delivery boy
than a pianist...

Go. Go, go, go.

Don't you think you
should be playing on this

rather than that apology
of a piano your mother
has for you at home?

It's not her fault!

She can't afford
anything better!

Well, good heavens.

Who said it was?

I know she does the best
for you--I know that.

All I'm saying is

that you mustn't
waste your weekends.

You must stay here
and work.

And work and work.

These are such
precious years for you.

All I'm thinking of
is what's right for you.

It's you
I'm thinking of.

Hmm?

I suppose I could
stay over Fridays...

sometimes.

And Saturdays.

And Saturdays.

Now go.

I don't want you
wandering around
the dark streets, either.

Now, Friday night.
You tell your mother.

( door shuts )

( horn honking )

( loud clanging,
man moaning )

Guy: You dirty queer!
Poof!

( shouting continues )

Kick him!
I know what you're here for!

Hey!

( shouting continues )

( metallic clanking )
( dog barking )

( moaning, crying )

Mr. Cordle!

Oh...
Are you okay?

Yes...

Can you walk?

Mm-hmm.

You sure?

I'll call an ambulance.

No, no. I...
I'm all right.

It was...
stupid of me.

Very stupid.

Uh, I--I stumbled,
that's all.

My shoelace
came undone.

Careless.

It was...careless of me,
it was.

Can't I call Madame
and ask her
to get a doctor?

No. You're doing fine.

Does this
make you feel sick?

I hate
the sight of blood.

I'm not hurting you,
am I?

Not quite so tight.

Not quite so tight.

How well you do it.

Are you sure
I'm not hurting you?

Quite sure.

Do I look...
very hideous?

No.

Now, dear boy,
you must be getting home.

It's very late.

Don't worry. I shall be
perfectly all right.

So, off you go.

Uh, by the way,

don't tell Madame, will you,
or Lady Emily.

You know how hysterical
women get over accidents.

All right.

And Manek?

Thank you.

( door shuts )

You're very late,
aren't you?

I had to get some things
for Mr. Cordle.

Just milk and stuff.

That's very good of you.
Thank you.

Good night.
Good night.

Cordle: Come in.

I do hope
I'm not disturbing you.

Lady Emily.

I just had to talk to you
about the house.

Can't I get you something?

No, thank you.

Please sit down.

The council say
it isn't safe.

Oh...

Whatever have you done
to your face?

I fell outside.

It's really nasty.

I'm perfectly all right.

I think I should get
the doctor.
Please don't fuss!

I'm sorry.

Oh...

Oh, I apologize.

Thank you.

You really should
be more careful.

London isn't the place
it was in our youth.

At our age,
it simply isn't safe

to walk in the streets,
especially after dark.

I so often dream of
a little place in the country.

Perhaps I really should
think of selling.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Ah, "Door's open.
Always open."

You've come to see Lady Emily
and Mr. Cordle?

I've come to see you.

You don't need
to see me, Edward.

Congratulations
on your great success.

( door shuts )

Baboo.

What do you want?

I've got a backache.

( sighs )

Just a little bit here,
Baboo, please.

Mmm...

That's lovely.

Mmm...

You used to like
doing it.

You never got tired.

Don't come in like that!
( laughs )

As if I haven't seen you
a thousand times in your bath.

( chuckles )

Soaped and sponged you
all over.

See you're home by 7:00.

We are going to Pratima's.

I told you
I am staying the night.

I promised Pratima
we'dbothcome.

Oh...

What'sthatfor?

My friends aren't
good enough for you, heh?

Now only those people
inthathouse.

They're lucky it hasn't
fallen down yet.

And I only hope
nothing happens
when you're inside.

Baboo, wait!

I'll be late!

Let her wait.

To ward off
the evil eye.

Goodness knows what spell
she's cast on you.

Mum...

Mr. Cordle,
you take this bread, you see,

and you dunk it
into the sauce here.

That's how it works.

This isMaman'srecipe.

The English know nothing
about food.

( laughter )

You shouldn't be going
to all this trouble
on your birthday.

I love to cook
on my birthday.

I hope those two
terrible men don't come
and interrupt us.

No one can make you lose
the house you were born in.

Quite right.
Exactly.

Manek, don't eat
like a barbarian!

It isn't the house
so much.

It's the people
I mind.

I don't want to lose
my dear little family.

Manek: Isn't she coming?

What's her name...
Who?

Jenny.
Sousatzka: Jenny? Well...

Jenny's going to be
a little bit late.

I said, Jenny,
you must learn to be

absolutely on time with me.

She said
that's because I have

a rising ascendancy
in Capricorn.

I'm Capricorn.

It's zodiac nonsense.

I control my life,
not the stars.

Oh!
Is that good for him?

Of course.
I haven't finished
the last one yet.

Stupid boy. Listen.

The white wine
goes with the fish, yes?

The red wine
with the meat.

You must learn
to become a man.

( laughter )

To our family.

All: To our family.

Happy birthday!
Whee!

( laughter )

I'm sorry
I'm so late.
I need you.

Where are you going? You must
ask the lady of the house...

before you leave the table.

Oh, y--

( thump )

Oh! "Invest in time."
Ha.

That's a joke.

There.

What do you think?

They're great.

No, the cake, dummy.

I got it from
this bank commercial.

What's this one?

Hmm?

That was the big launch
of a new health drink.

I'm the carrot.
See that banana?

I went to Australia with him.
That's Tony.

Is this from a film?

Country maid and
slimming crackers, darling.

You look great.

So are you a model?

Not really.
I'm a singer.

I write my own songs.
Look.

Let's see.
Come on.

How are you
gonna get it?

( laughs )

Come on, you're supposed
to be helping me.

Did it sell many copies?

It got to number 94
for a week.

Hey,
that's really good.

God,
how many are there?

Oh, I just stuck 'em in.

We'd better
not count, eh?

( both laugh )

( chattering )

How old is she?

Shh!

How old are you?

How old
do you think I am?

Twenty?

Yeah! Twenty.

( giggles )

( cheering )

( snap )
Ooh!

A little more
champagne?

More champagne?
Always more champagne.

( all talking and laughing )

Manek, don't eat
like that!

A moment, everybody!

Oh, here we go.

Once again
on this great day,

I give you
our dear friend,

our kind hostess,
our great pianist

and pedagogue--
Madame Irina.

Madame Irina!
( all toasting )

* Madame Sousatzka

A celestial woman

in the heroic mold.

I hear her voice,

not to put
too fine
a point upon it,

bellowing at her students.

Mr. Cordle,
I am as gentle as a dove.

Manek.

No?
Manek.

Strong as
the Valkyries.

In her blood
is the strength
of America.

Her spirit

borne by
the mighty winds

that sweep the Steppes...
Oh, my.

...of Russia.

( murmuring )

And yet,

she's as light
and heady

as this champagne.

Not like this cake.
It's horrid, isn't it?

May we always meet

and eat together
on this great day,

wherever we may be.

And where would we be
but here?

Ah!
I will drink to that.

Jenny: Oh, hold it.

Great!

This is for you, Irina.

Oh!

From Edward.

From Edward with love.

Rachmaninoff.

Who's Edward?

Lady Emily: Ahem.

Jenny.

Champagne?

Here.
( bottle strikes glass )

Ah.

"E" flat.
What?

He has perfect pitch.

( clinking )

"A."
( laughter )

"B" flat.

How delightful.

"G" sharp

and "F."

Yes.

( sings an "F" )

( plays introduction )

( taps note on glass )

( all laugh )

( playing slow classical )

( piano continues )

( sings softly )

Let it play.

Let it play.

She's going to play.

( sighs happily )

(Fantasie in F Major
for Four Hands
by Schubert playing )

( music continues )

( floorboards creaking )

( clock ticking )

( whispering;
music plays )

Woman:You think you play
in concert?

Did you have a good time?

This is the day
that I missMamanthe most.

The most. The most,
the most of all.

Wait here for me.

No, get back
to the car.

( rings doorbell )

Manek?

Baboo.

( dog barking in distance )

Baboo!

( doorbell rings )

This better
be important.

I brought you
shampoo.

I don't believe it.
You're mad!

You'll need it
in the morning.

Who's that?

Not that fat Sunil?

Someone's
got to keep me company.

But why him
of all people?

Where are you sleeping?

Which room?

Breathe on me.

You've been drinking.

So what?

She's supposed to teach you
how to play the piano,

not how to drink.

Your father
did enough of that.

I hope
nothing has happened.

No, she just came
to bring me my shampoo.

Well, how thoughtful
at 1:00 in the morning.

If he doesn't use this
very special shampoo
I buy for him,

his hair gets into
a terrible tangle.

Well, if there's no crisis,
perhaps we can all
get back to sleep.

Manek, you have
a hard day tomorrow.

You need all the rest
you can get.

Good night, Madame.

The door closes
by itself.

There's no need to slam it.

People are sleeping.

Don't you dare let her
give you any liquor.

I'll tell her myself.
Go home.

A boy your age.

She must be crazy.

She looks a little crazy.

Come on, Mum,
please go.

Uh-oh.

Baboo.

Now what?

I forgot this.

( scoffs )

I'll be home Sunday.

We can go see a film
if you want.

Thank you.

Take care.

( playing classical music )

( music continues )

( tapping )

( distorted voice echoing )

( shouting in Russian )

( piano continues )

( resumes playing )

( piano music continues )

( indistinct conversations )

Courageous.
Completely courageous and brave.

My student--

Irina darling, I didn't
know you were here.

There's somebody
I want you to meet.

But my student...
this is Manek.

A refreshing change
from last night.

Her Tchaikovsky simply
wasn't wild enough.

It might as well
have been Debussy.

She's mostly in Japan.

Doesn't matter there,
I suppose. Excuse me.

I'm sorry. Excuse me
just a moment.

Do you mind?
Many congratulations.

It was
a wonderful performance.

Would you mind just signing
my friend's...

It's my pleasure.

Oh, my!
I wanted to surprise you.

Thanks very much indeed.
We'll catch you later on.

Thank you. Excuse me.

If you want to get
to the front,
you've gotta push.

Always. Ronnie Blum.

Manek Sen.

Ronnie.

Hello, Leo.
What a marvelous evening.

Manek, this is
Leo Milev,

one of the truly great
piano teachers of the world.

This is Manek,
a young man with a big future.

Madame's latest.
Ah!

You should get Leo
to let you sit in

on one of his
master classes.

How is the family?
They're well,
they're well.

By the way,
I believe this is hers.

She might not like
to take it from me.

She still hasn't
forgiven me.

Oh, you mean Edward?
Uh-huh.

Where is Edward
these days?

He's in Ottawa,
and in precisely
half an hour,

he'll be playing
the Bartók second
concerto.

How long is it since
you last saw each other?

Oh...

New York.

Are you still
at the same place?

Could you excuse me?
Thank you.

You gave me
the most divine...

( indistinct conversations )

It's really time to go,
Manek.

Excuse me, Mr. Blum.

Man: Very impressive,
indeed.

What did he say to you--
Mr. Ronnie Blum?

He wants to
hear me play.

And what did you
say to him?

That he'd have
to talk to you.

Quite right.

Is Ronnie
Jenny's boyfriend?

He won't last five minutes...

because a greedy agent
got hold of him

and started him
much too early.

I've seen it happen
over and over.

Fail once, and they
drop you like a hot potato.

This is one
of Leo Milev's
students.

I saw you
talking to Leo.

What did he
have to say?

What did Leo
have to say?

He gave me this.

Ugh.

Poor Leo...frankly,
I don't like him,

but I feel sorry
for him.

In the middle
of a good career,

he lost the use
of his arm.

What else did
he have to say?

Did he talk about Edward?
What did he say, hmm?

He said
to give you the bead.

No, not that.

They all think
I still care
about Edward.

Where is Edward now?

In Ottawa, playing
the Bartók second concerto.

Oh!
Right now.

Bartók! As though
he could ever play Bartók.

( chattering )

Ugh, Bartók!

Ah, Madame Sousatzka.

( gasps )

I did knock.

I'm glad to catch you
alone for a moment.

Look, would you care
to join me for
a spot of lunch?

I'm extremely busy,
Mr. Blum.

Then I'll come
straight to the point.

I'd like to hear
Manek play.

That's impossible.
That's quite impossible.

Manek is
no concern of yours.

But why? You teach him
how to play,

I, how to make a living.

Making a living,
as you put it, Mr. Blum,

is not what music
is all about,

and I have a rule
that none of my students
will appear in public

before he or she
is ready.

I see.

And who decides
when that is?

I decide, of course...

in every case,

and this case especially.

Rubinstein, Lipatti,

Nadia Boulanger...

Schnabel!

I remember hearing him play
when I was four years old

at the Albert Hall.

You see, we all have
music in our blood,
in a sense, Mr. Blum,

even you.

All of our great-grandmothers
played Chopin.

Actually, mine ironed shirts
down the Mile End Road.

Manek's great-grandmother
played the sitar...

or some such instrument.

And so now, he has to catch up
on 600 years of European music.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't wait that long.
( chuckles )

Perhaps you shouldn't
wait at all.

( door opens )

Ah, Manek.
Good. You're here.

Mr. Blum
was just leaving.

Hi. How are you?

Nice to see you again.

Hello.

Yes, I was just
telling Madame

how very much I'd like
to hear you play.

What do you
want to hear?

Madame says I can't.

Why?

She forbids it.

Why can't I play
for Mr. Blum?

All right, then.

Play!

Play!!

Play for anyone.

Play in the street
for all I care.
Don't let me stop you.

There's no need at all
to respect my wishes

or my feelings.

And go on, sit in
maman'schair.

( door slams )

( piano plays )

( music continues )

( music continues )

( music continues )

( kids shouting, cheering)

Manek: Ouch.
( laughter )

It's just a little fever,
Madame Sousatzka.

Um...on antibiotics.

Yes, thank you.
I'll tell him you called.

Good-bye.

( exhales )
What did she say?

I don't know why
you can't tell her.

If she knew
it was my hand...

She's mad enough
with me as it is.

I know she's mad--
completely cuckoo.

Here, give me
a hand.

( cash register beeps )

Hello.
Good morning.

Here.
I'll take those.

Mr. Beechy would like
to see you upstairs.

( cash register beeps )

Unfortunately,
this was returned

by one of our
most valued patrons.

I can't imagine
how it got there.

As you know, Mrs. Sen,
this has happened before.

You have my word
of honor, Mr. Beechy.
It won't happen again.

I'm afraid this has to be
our last warning.

Oh, absolutely.

I'll see to it personally.

So kind of you.

Ah, this is my son,
the concert pianist.

Mum!

Anyway, he soon will be.
Yes, you will, my darling.

Thank you, Mr. Beechy.
Good-bye.

Stupid old man.

You nearly
got the sack then.

Our kitchen is
bloody filthy.

Tomorrow, you and me
are gonna clean it out.

Ah, they're all talk.

( horn honking )

Mmm!

You must be mad
buyin' 'em in that place.

You can get them
for half that anywhere.

Mmm?

Not these.
These are the real things.

Alfonso's! Mmm!

( announcer speaking Hindi )

( doorbell rings )

( speaking Hindi )

Yes, I'm looking for
Mrs. Sen and Manek, please.

Oh, yes.
Mrs. Sen and Manek.

They're upstairs.

Thank you.

You'll wait for me then?

Thank you.
Up here?

( doorbell buzzes )

Manek, it's Sousatzka.

What a surprise.

He'll be so pleased.

How is he?

Much better today.

The temperature went down
to normal for the first time,

and he ate
some rice and curds.

What beautiful flowers!
Asters are my favorite.

Those are chrysanthemums
and lilies.

Oh. I'm so sorry
about this mess.

We weren't
expecting anyone.

Oh, Manek!

How are you?

Look, Manek,
what lovely flowers
she's got you.

Your mother tells me
you're feeling better.

Well, come here,
let me see you.

Come here.
I was worried.

Look at you.
( laughs )

Oh!
Ah!

What is this?

( gasps in shock )

What has happened?

It's nothing,
Madame S.

What happened?

I don't even know
why I'm wearing this.

Why was I told lies?

I despise deceit.

Why did you
have your mother
tell me lies?

It was just
a little white lie,

because we knew
you'd be so upset
about his hand.

See, not even a bruise.

How did you
do this?

You did it
with football
or some such sport.

You haven't been using
those skates again?

Manek, you promised me
that you would never, never--

Sushita: They were
a birthday present.

And they save
bus fare.

Will you promise now?

Yeah.

Say it--that you will
never use them again;

that you will throw them away.
Say it! I promise...

I promise.

I think you better
go and wash your hands.
You look a mess.

I brought you
some books.

I think you'd best start
withCrime and Punishment.

You remind me
of Raskolnikov.

Those dark
good looks of yours.

I hope you'll never
take an axe to me.

I hope not.

I think
you'll like it.

Thank you.

Isn't it terrible the way
they always stay babies,
isn't it?

Running here and there.

You have to stop them and say
don't do this, don't do that.

I wanted to ask you,
Madame Sousatzka,

when do you think
he'll be ready
to give a concert?

Has he talked to you
about this?

No, he hasn't.

I'm speaking to you
about it.

( door shuts )

Manek, I think
you should explain
to your mother.

I thought
she understood,
but apparently not.

Explain what?

I asked when you're
going to play a concert.

Oh, you--
I know I'm just
ignorant, of course.

Not a cultured person
or a music teacher;

just your mother.

It's what we've been
planning and working for
all these years.

Who's "we"?

My son and I.

Leave it now.
Leave it alone.

And what about
all the concerts
you're going to play?

Why else have I been
slaving and saving--

Mrs. Sen, let me
be frank with you.

Manek's playing
is immature.

He doesn't think
before he plays.

Sometimes, he shows off
like a child.

He's simply
not strong enough yet

to communicate
with an audience.

You mean
he's not good enough?

No, I didn't
say that.

I said he's not ready.

We'll just
have to wait and see.

And in the meantime,
what am I supposed to do,

with all the debts
I have to pay?

Are you saying that this boy
should give his talent--

his God-given talent--
to pay your debts?!

My debts?
Are they just my debts?

Come on,
just shut it.

No, really.
Are they
just my debts?

No, they're mine, too!

I'll see you tomorrow
at the usual time.

Please don't forget
to put the flowers into water.

( engine starts )

Did you really
mean that, Madame S.?

Did you?

I'm glad I said it,
yes, I am.

And my God, it's true.

It's high time
you gave a concert.

I just can't keep waiting
till the day I die,

and of course, it's too much
to expect you to help
clean up this mess.

Stop doing that!

( speaks Hindi )

As if I had ten servants.

Does she own you?

And who does she think I am?

Just nobody,
nothing.

I'm not even
allowed to speak.

And why do you
have to stay every Friday?

You can jolly well stay
and practice at home.

I have to use a concert grand.
This one's no good.

Oh, I'm so terribly sorry.

I have no more jewelry
to sell for you.

It's all gone...
It's all gone...
yomusic,yourpiano

and for you.

Oh, no. Wait.

Here's your grandmother's
wedding necklace.

Maybe I should sell
that, as well.

I'm sick of it.

Baboo, don't go. Please.

I can't stand all this.
I'm sorry.

It's only because
I love you so much.

You've got a funny way
of showing it.

Come back. Please.

I brought you a present.

You look beautiful.

You are beautiful...

just like your father.

That's something
I can't take away
from that bastard.

Oh, don't start.

I'm not starting again.

( rings )

Blum Associates.

Man:Ronnie Blum, please.

I'm sorry.
He's on
the other line.

And he can be in Glasgow at
7:00, go to the hotel and change

and still be on at 8:00.

Anyway, he's not 80.
Who told you he was?

He's 75.

If you say so.

Let me know.

We still need something
special for the final night.

Who have you got?

At the moment, I'm trying
for the London Symphony.

It's not fixed;
it's looking good.

That'd be terrific.
We got a great room for them.

The acoustics
are crystal clear.

If you can book them,
I'm sure there's
a broadcast in it.

( ring )
Your wife's on the line.

Tell her I'll ring her
later at home.

The sponsors
are coming through well.

I've got one or two slots
up my sleeve.

I've got a young pianist
up mine.

I'd really
like him to play.

Who is he?
What's he done?

He's only 15, charismatic,
intensely musical,

and look at him.

His mother's a caterer;
does Indian food.

You mean she's
part of the package?

( laughs )
No!

Well, listen, might be
worth a thought.

Pull in Air India
as a sponsor.

He's never played
in public before.

I'm following my instincts
on this one.

( phone rings )
Yep?

No, no,
it's not gonna work.

No, he's playing in Paris
on the night of the 29th.

Hi. You said 1:00.

Then he has to travel
to Chicago?

It's a bad time.

Yeah, it's always a bad time.

It'll be 3:00 in the morning
for him.

Yeah, okay.
All right. Let me know.

Thanks. Bye.

What do you think?

Hmm.

I meant the boy.

Oh.

Well,
I'd have to hear him.

Yeah, sure. Fine.

She's a pop singer.
Any good?

Ah.

She's a woman
of many talents.

( phone rings )

Yeah?

Raymond Sharp for you.
Yeah, put him on.

They can't manage
the third.

You'll just have to give
the poor old boy

a good night's sleep.
Fly him in on Concorde.

Coffee?
No, thanks.

I had some earlier.
It was ghastly.

I'm Vincent Pick.

Hi. I'm Jenny.

Ronnie tells me
you're a singer.

Said some nice things
about you.

Oh, really?
That makes a change.

He says I ought to hear you.
Do you have some tapes?

Only some demos.

I don't sound too good.

I'm sure you sound
much better in the flesh.

Why don't I hear you?

Perhaps we could
go to my office,

have some lunch
on the way.

Now?

...cover his expenses.

Why not?

( dialing phone )

Crystal, two for lunch.

( playing
boogie-woogie style )

Get that tape over to me,
and I'll hear it.

Yeah. Pull the other one.

Jenny?

Who is it?

It's me.
I brought the single.

Oh, just put it
on the table.

Very flash car, that.

Jesus, can't do a thing
in this bloody house

without everybody
talking about it.

Sorry. You just can't
miss a car like that.

Or the flash bastard
driving it.

( sniffling )

( sobbing )
Oh, this stupid thing.

Oh, shit!

( sobbing )

Sorry.

Do you want to know
something, Manek?

Forget about
the music business.

Just do your school stuff
and get yourself a proper job.

This is lovely.
Is it silk?

It's so soft.

You better go
or Madame will
be after me.

Oh, it's all right.
She's in the bath.

Can I come
and talk to you
some more?

I mean, I can come
on Friday for tea
or something.

( laughs )
I don't have
to eat anything.

You know, just...

Saturdays...
Out!

By the way,
the single's brilliant.

I've told everyone I know
to buy it.

( laughing )
Go!

( door closes )

( footsteps on stairs )

What are you wearing?

Jenny is a
good-hearted girl,
I'm sure.

But I'm afraid
she has no talent.

Poor girl.
It can't be easy for her.

Do you know
how old she is?

Oh. Never mind.

Play.

( plays fast melody )

Remember the talk we had
about the wholeness of music?

Whatever you do matters.

Well, it also includes
the friends you make--

friends at school,

girls, women.

Whatever.

You need to discriminate.

It also includes
what you wear.

Someone gave it to me.

( playing harshly )

Ah, no.

Beethoven was not angry
when he wrote this.

( plays gently )

Who gave it to you?

My mother.

( plays song gently )

Mm-hmm.

It plays.

It's playing.

I'mplaying.

( continues playing )

( crunching sound )

( music continues )

( music continues;
hits wrong key )

Aha! You see!
What did I tell you?

So there is still something
left for you to learn,
Mr. Know-it-all.

No, no. Like this.

And you need
a haircut.

Elephant, elephant!

And do you think you're ready
to play in public?

This is all
you're good for.

And have you read
any of the books
I've given you?

Have you ever even
opened one of them?

Well, what do you expect?

How can you play
without some basic culture?

Fuck your culture!
( gasps in shock )

It's all these dead creeps
lookin' at me when I play.

You will never belong there.

You'll never be like them.

You are ignorant
and uneducated.

At least I'm not dead.

Go on, run.

That's the easiest way
for cowards and failures. Run!

You see
you're a failure.

You're a coward,
and cowards always run!

Run, run, run, run, run,
run, run, run!

( jackhammering )

Man: Where you going?

Manek: Shut up!

Man: Up your end.

Man #2:
I've got it.

Lady Emily:
Careful with that now.

Bought that 40 years ago.

Imagine what it's worth now.

Careful, careful.

( jackhammering )

( scrubbing sound )

Lady Emily?
( whistling )

( electric drill buzzing )

So they got her out
finally, did they?

Yes.

Well, surely
you're not staying.

Of course I'm staying.

My students will just
have to learn to play louder.

( laughs )
They'll become inured
to all the people

having coughing fits
in the auditorium.

( chuckles )

You'll come for tea?

Well, I wouldn't mind one
of your mother's biscuits.

Come on.

Sousatzka: Anyhow,
the law's on my side.

They can't get me
out of this house.

( teaspoon clinking )

I want to ask you something.

A favor.

To take on
a new student.

No. No, I can't.

Now listen.

You'll like him.

I think
he's very talented.

No, I can't.

Too much,
especially now,

just as Manek
is about to make
his breakthrough.

You know how that is
when you go from
here to there.

No.
How old is he?

The same age as you were
when you left me.

Oh!

I never left you.

You know that.

Even now, today,
when I'm playing
in a concert,

you're somehow with me.

When things get tough

or the piano
behaves like a monster,

and the audience
is another monster,

then I hear you

yelling at me,

telling me
to get on with it.

And I listen.

And I know.

I know that
all those hours with you

have formed a little
core of strength in me,

and that gets me
through it.

You know what they say
about me.

They say that I made
terrible scenes

when you left me for Leo.

That I went mad
like a jealous mistress.

That I, uh...

that I was in love with you...
a 16-year-old boy.

Uh...

Well, of course
I was in love with you.

Isn't every mother in love
with the son she creates?

So why shouldn't I love
in the same way?

( sobbing )

( barking )

( barking )

( cries out )

( barking )

Oh.

Is that macaroni cheese?

Yes.

And sago pudding.

Don't you adore
being English?
( chuckles )

Does it remind you
of your nursery?

Deliciously horrid.

Please. I really
can't manage it.

And their feelings
will be so hurt.

But I can't
eat your dinner.

They're doing
their best, but...

...they're not doing
my hip any good.

What I need...

is a really good
osteopath.

You'll find
a good man locally.

I'll look in
the directory.

There's only
one good osteopath,

and he lives
in London.

I can't think
of any good reason why.

Can you?

Not really, no,

now you mention it.

No, please,
just a little more

before Nurse comes.
For my sake.

Well, just for you.

Thank you,
dear friend.

You know, one person
living in London...

and another
in a lovely place
by the river

with two bedrooms,
doesn't make sense,
does it?

( cart noise )

Finished all
your nice dinner?

Delicious.

There's
a good girl.

Oi, come on, get out!

( barking )

Where is she?

She's very upset.

I've told her,
who needs this job?

I'm here.

Does she take
one spoon or two?

Not enough milk.

Come on.

You know how you hate
cold tea.

( sniffles )

They said I didn't
meet their standards.

What do they know
about samosas and stuff?

I like them...

hair and all.

( speaks in Hindi )

What are we
going to do?

I'll worry about that.

( chattering )

You see, Manek, this festival
is a great opportunity for you,

and then after this,

we'll make sure you play
in competitions,
build your repertoire.

Thank you.
We're thinking
long-term here.

You do want to be
a concert pianist?

Sure, I do.

I just don't wanna
jump in there
before I'm ready.

But Manek,
you are ready.

My God, I wouldn't
normally touch
a kid of your age.

But from the moment
I first--here, let me.

From the moment
I first heard you play,

I was interested,
I was excited.

You're very advanced,
you know that.

That's not what
Madame Sousatzka says.

I know this is difficult
for you to understand,

but she's a good teacher.

A great teacher.

But she suffers
from mixed motives.

It's an old story.

And she's limited
in her experience.

She doesn't seem
to know the world.

I could take you
to places--

I could take you to places
where they queue all night

to hear someone
as good as you.

Come on.

You've got the opportunity
to make a lot of money

doing what you enjoy most.

What do you
think then?

About the festival?

( sighs )

I don't know what I think.

One person says you're great,
another...

I don't know.

Is Jenny your girlfriend?

It's funny
you should ask me that.

You see, Jenny and I
have a very special
relationship.

Now I've got
a little surprise for you.

This should sort out
what you think.

( horn honking )

Man: Egg, bacon.

Beans, sausages.

Tomatoes.

Engineer: That's all right.
That's fine there.

Is that it?
Not yet.

Move round to the piano,
now, mate.

Joanna.
Yep.

Hold on a second.

Minestrone.

Irish stew.

One, two, one, two.

Give us a minute, Mr. Blum.

Spaghetti. Lasagna.
Okay, fine. Thank you.

Okay. Can you go
to the drums now?

All right.

( feedback sound )
You're not famous, eh?

Cold pizza.

( echoing )
Soggy chips.

Go on then.

Doner kabobs.

The piano, Manek.

Shish kabob.

Go on. It's all right.

( echoing )
Kitty cat, kitty cat.

Caviar.

Schnitzel.

That's fine, mate.
Let's take a break.

And shut the light out.

( imitating Spinal Tap )
Rock and roll!
Rock and roll!

( playing classical music )

( music continues )

Yeah. I'll
put these on top.

Okay, then.

They're very precious.

I'll do that.

What are you gonna do
now the house has been sold?

You're here to play for me,
not to gossip about this house.

What's that?

Uh...

I was just looking at it.

You're not tired
of the Beethoven, are you?

You're tired of me?
Hmm?

Look at me. Why so shy?
Oh, my goodness.

Come here.

Come here.

( electric saw buzzing )

Ah...

You know that
when you hate me--

no, I know
sometimes you do--

that I do it all
for you.

( jackhammer noise )

He hasn't been
calling you, has he?

That agent?

( piano plays )

People haven't been trying
to get to you, have they?

What people, Madame S.?

It is impossible to have
a serious conversation with you.

( plays upbeat music )

( birds singing )

Sousatzka:
Can you manage?

Yes, thank you.

It's very easy, really,
once you get used to it.

I think he's going to be
quite a tall young man.

Sousatzka: Yes.

Not just
physically, either.

I cannot tell you,
Lady Emily,

how he's developing.

His talent, mmm.

His talent.

Of course, I give him
hell, you know.

I don't make life
easy for him,
I can tell you.

Well,

young people
are so very
sensitive.

One has to be
a little circumspect,
don't you find?

Mm, no, an artist has
no right to be sensitive.

He has to be tough.

Do you know
what I think?

I think he's going
to be better than
anyone I've ever had.

Yes.

Cordle: "Even the weariest river
winds somewhere safe to sea."

That's Algernon Swinburne.

You're far away.

You're thinking of something
entirely different.

I'm gonna play for
Ronnie Blum's festival.

That's wonderful!

I take it you haven't
told her yet.

You have to tell her.

She'll go out of her mind.

She'll tear me to bits.

Possibly.

She has a very
excessive nature.

But you just
have to put up with it.

As one grows older,

there are many things
one has to put up with...

or do without.

I miss you and our little
sessions together.

Me, too.

Really?

Well, it would be charming
to believe

that you think of me
sometimes,

when I think of you
quite often.

( rhythmic beating )

( humming )

What is it?

Carmen.
Yes. Okay.

( humming )

Emperor.

All right.

Ronnie Blum's asked me
to play at a festival,

and I'm gonna do it.

( tires skid )

( emergency brakes creak )

( honks horn )

Come on!

( continues honking )

I think it's
self-service.

( car door shuts )

Here. Let me.

If it's only money,
why don't you play
in a cocktail bar?

( gas pump buzzing )
Geez.

It's your mother.

That's all she ever
thinks about--money.

That's because
she never has any.

I've heard her go
on and on and on at you

about how much
she's done for you,

all the sacrifices
she's made.
No, she doesn't.

Don't lie to me!
I've heard it myself.

It was she
who went to Ronnie Blum.

She had nothing
to do with it.

It was me.

I don't believe you.

You wouldn't sell yourself
to that man.

( click )

Well, thanks for driving.

I'll see you tomorrow.

( sighs )

If this is
really how it is...

....that it's what
you want to do...

...then I can't
teach you anymore.

I see.

Sorry, but I can't.

It would be completely
against my principles.

( classical music playing )

That's better,
that's better.

That's lovely,
lovely.

Let's hear
the murmurs
of the forest...

the wind
whispering.

( music continues )

Watch your left hand.
Caress it, caress it.

Less vibrato.

Less vibrato
still.

That's lovely, lovely.

Surge ahead
towards the climax.

Now breathe between
the phrases

just as you talk.

That's fine.
Enjoy it, enjoy it.

Caress it now,
caress it.

Lovely.

Manek, I believe
you have
good potential,

and she's been
teaching you well.

But I don't think
it will be right
for me to take you

until after
your concert is over.

What do you
intend to play?

A Schumann concerto.

I wish you well.

Thank you.

And Manek, if afterwards,
after your performance,

you still want to come,
we can talk again.

(Piano Concerto in A Minor
by Schumann playing )

( music continues )

( music continues )

( horn honking )

Woman: I think
I've been here before.

Man: No, it's a lovely spot.

Have you seen
around the back
of the house?

Man #2: Day like this
lulls you into
the false belief

that this country
has a nice climate,
doesn't it?

( playing upbeat music )

( raucous laughter )

( scattered conversation )
( glasses clinking )

The sponsor signs--
where are they?!

Man: According to the rumor,

he's got a whole cellar full
of beautiful burgundies...

Woman: The Gates Company
has 20 seats.

Sorry. Sorry. My fault.

There's been
a slight hiccup

in the kitchen arrangements,
but I'm sure we can--hello.

Just a minute.

I tell you what,
let's skip the main course.

( all talking )

Oh, good, I haven't
missed dinner yet.

I'm absolutely starving.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Man: I'm dying
of starvation!

Excuse me
for a moment. Jenny.

Do you know
who those people are?

They represent
one of the largest
merchant banks

in the world.

Really? Well, thanks
for the introduction.

Look, Vincent
has to play it
very carefully.

I'm sure he'll do
just fine.

Oh, look, I could've
been a Pierrot.

They've got
such lovely costumes.

You don't want
to do that, Jenny.
It's demeaning.

Being with you
is demeaning,
Ronnie Blum.

Man on P.A.:
Ladies and gentlemen,

the main concert
of the evening

with the London
Symphony Orchestra

is about to begin.

Will you please
take your seats?

Take your seats, please,
ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

( scattered conversation )

(Overture from The Marriage
of Figaroby Mozart playing )

( knuckles cracking )

( music continues )

( knuckles cracking )
( knock on door )

There you are.

Just came to wish you
good luck.

Gonna be great.

Thanks.

( music continues )

( speaking Hindi )

Sunil, don't do that.

I'm only tasting.

( music continues )

( applause )

That was the overture from The
Marriage of Figaro by Mozart.

The London Symphony Orchestra
was conducted by
Christopher Adey.

Now, this concert
from the Heaton Park
Music Festival,

which is being broadcast live
on Radio 3,

continues with a performance
of the piano concerto
in A minor

by Robert Schumann,

which he dedicated
to his wife,

the concert pianist
Clara Wieck.

Tonight's soloist,
Manek Sen,

is actually making his debut
at this festival concert.

He's only 15 years old.

He was born in England
of Indian...

Deep breath.

...and is a pupil at
the Ebury Bridge comprehensive
school in London.

He is studying the piano
with Irina Sousatzka.

( applause )

( man coughs )

( orchestra continues )

( music continues )

( orchestra continues )

( piano continues )

( orchestra continues )

( music continues )

( concert playing on radio )

( piano continues )

( orchestra continues )

( music continues )

( misplays )

That's okay.

( music continues )

( thunderous applause )

Manek, what do you
think you're doing?

You must come back.

I can't do that.
Youmustcome back.

Hardly anybody would've
even heard the mistake.

( applause, cheering continues )

( cheering continues )

I thought his playing
was a little too
temperamental,

but that's human.

( Indian music
plays in background )

Oh, thank you.
Thank you so much.

I hope your cooking's
as good as your
son's piano playing.

He was wonderful.

Very successful debut.

Boy, do I need
a lager.

So do I.

I cut eight bars.

It doesn't matter.

It simply
doesn't matter at all.

What do they know?
We know.

Tonight was a bad dream,
and now we go on.

You and I,
yes, my dear.

Tomorrow evening,
you come to my studio.

We'll make a celebration--

just the two of us, huh?

And then we begin again.

And we work. Oh!

We will work!

I will kill you yet,
my poor darling boy.

( laughing )

( music playing )

Hi.

Where's all your stuff?

Got rid of most of it.

Load of old junk, really.

Let me stay
with you tonight.

Manek, I don't even
have a bed.

( sighs )

( jackhammer noise )

( construction workers
shouting )

( wrecking ball crashes )

( floorboards creaking )

Have you had your breakfast?
You missed dinner.

Thanks.

I...came to say
good-bye to you...

and to Jenny.

To all of you.

And to thank you
for everything,
Madame S.

( men shouting,
construction sounds )

Manek:Dear Madame S.:

Please don't be angry,

but I've decided to study
with Leo Milev.

I shall never forget
what you have taught me,

and I will always
be grateful.

I hope you understand
and will forgive me.

With love, Manek.

P.S.: I hope it plays
as well for him

as it did for you.

Edward: Oh, there's no need
to be nervous. Don't worry.

When I first came here--

that was over
ten years ago--

I was more nervous
than you are now,
I'm sure.

( metallic noise )

( piano plays )

( metallic noise )

( piano continues )