All language subtitles for La.Leggenda.Del.Pianista.Sull.Oceano.1998.720p.BluRay.x264-EbP

I still ask myself if I did the right
thing, abandoning his floating city.

I don't just mean for the work.

The fact is,
a friend like that,

a real friend, you
won't meet again

if you decide to go on land,

if you just want to feel
something solid under your feet

and then you no longer hear
the music of the gods around you.

But, like he used to say:

"You're never really done for
as long as you've got a good story"

"and someone to tell it to."

The trouble is that no-one would
believe a single word of my story.

It happened every time that
someone would look up and see her.

It's difficult to understand.

I mean, there were more
than a thousand of us on that ship,

traveling rich folk,
immigrants,

strange people and us.

Yet, there was always one,
just one,

who would see her first.

Maybe he was just
sitting there eating

or walking on the deck.

Maybe he was just there
fixing his pants.

He'd look up for a second,
glance out to sea

and he'd see her.

Then he'd just stand there,
rooted to the spot, his heart racing.

And every time,
I swear every damned time,

he'd turn towards us, to the ship,
towards everybody and scream...

America!

I lost a lot of money betting on
who'd be the first to see her,

america.

The legend of 1900 -

it's a miracle! Santa rosalia!

What do you mean santa rosalia?
It's the madonna of lourdes!

New york!

The one who sees america first.
There's one on every ship.

And don't be thinking it's an accident
or some optical illusion.

It's destiny.

Those are people who had that precise
instant stamped on their life.

And when they were kids,
you could look into their eyes

and if you looked carefully,
you'd already see her,

america.

I've seen a few americas!

Six years on that ship,
five crossings a year:

Europe, america and back.
Always soaking in the ocean!

When you stepped on land, you couldn't
even piss straight in the john.

It was steady, the john I mean,

but you'd keep bobbing
like an idiot.

You can get off a ship all right,
but off the ocean...

I was just closing.
What can I do for you?

When I boarded
I was 24 years old,

and only cared about one thing
in life: Playing the trumpet.

I'm selling it.

A conn.

Not bad.

Best brass money can buy!

Could be, in its day.

Been a while since you played, eh?

If you mean for money,
a couple of years.

But I've never stopped playing it
to get rid of the blues.

Don't get me wrong...

The greatest jazz players
blew through brass like that.

I'm sure they did, but after the war,
people want sweet sounds.

They want bright sounds,
forget jazz!

This now
is just a collector's item.

9 pounds 50, not a penny more.

Christ,
that's only 9 or 10 dollars!

That horn's my whole life!

Okay, no-one's going to remember me
like buddy bolden or satchmo,

but even as a nobody
I'm worth more than 9 lousy dollars!

If you put it like that, I don't think
it's worth even half a crown!

Shut the door when you leave,
please.

Okay, pops, you win!

You just bought yourself
a piece of musical history.

If you want some advice,

go out now
and get something hot to eat.

At least let me play it
one last time...

I don't have time to waste!

All right.

Hurry up though, I'm closing.

Thank you.

Two peas in a pod,
wouldn't you say?

Are you all right?
Please, don't faint in here!

It's the music that you just played.
Don't you recognize it?

What is it?

It doesn't have a name.

Only a handful of people
have had the privilege of hearing it.

What style!

I've been wondering
since this morning,

but I can't work out
who this amazing piano player is.

I don't think
you've ever heard of him.

Who is he?

If I told you that this pianist
never existed, I wouldn't be lying.

I don't like secrets.
They're like dirty underwear!

Come on, yank!
Who the devil is playing?

It's my secret.

It was "the first year
of this frigging century",

as defined by an unknown colored
coal stoker on the virginian.

Rich ass bastards! Only lose dirty
handkerchiefs and cigarette butts!

Never a watch, even a dented one,
or an odd cufflink!

Not even a fake fucking ring!

Hey, look here, a whole cigar!

Must have been
some rich pauper at the party.

Look at this shit! Damn rich!

They never forget anything,
except when they owe you money.

What the hell are you doing here?

T.D. Lemons.

Hello, lemon!

Immigrant business!

Give birth in secret
somewhere on deck

and then leave on the ship
another mouth to feed.

That's big trouble
with the immigration office!

What can a kid like him be
when he grows up? Another immigrant!

Don't listen to those bastards.
Go on, lap it up, boy!

It's not a mama's tit,
but it's milk.

They left this one in first class
on the piano

hoping some rich guy would take him
and give him a happy life!

- Isn't that right, danny?
- What do you think?

And who does the little ape get
instead? A poor worthless nigger!

Fuck poverty,
you stinking sewer rats!

T.D. Was written on the box.
Do you rats know what that means?

I forgot, you can't read!

I'll tell you what it means,
it means "thanks danny"!

They left that boy for me and I'm
keeping him! And you fuck yourselves!

- What are you going to call him?
- That's a problem.

I didn't think of that.

To start with, I'll give him my name,
danny boodman.

Then I'll put t.D. In the middle
like the rich put on their cufflinks.

It's classy to put letters
in the middle of a name.

All the fucking lawyers
have got them.

One of mine was called
john p.T.K. Wonder.

- The one who sent you to jail?
- What a good memory you've got!

If my son grows up to be a lawyer,
I'll kill him!

But his name's going to be
danny boodman t.D. Lemon.

- What do you think?
- It's up to you. You're his mother!

I like it, but it's short.
It needs an ending.

He ain't no duke's son, danny!

You found him on a tuesday,
call him tuesday!

That's a good idea
for a stupid nigger!

I found him the first month
of the first year

of this new bloody century,

so I'm calling him
nineteen hundred!

- But that's a number!
- It was, but now it's a name!

Danny boodman
t.D. Lemon nineteen hundred!

Quick, the baby's crying!

Stop that cradle. Oh, my god!

How can something that small
shit so much?

Lemon nineteen hundred...
Shake him, shake him.

Nineteen hundred's lucky,
he was born in shit!

Thanks danny?

It was like
the second coming of christ.

Maybe it was, with all the miracles
that kid had up his sleeve!

Hell, he did everything on the water
but walk!

And I heard that he'd done that too!

And that's how
little nineteen hundred grew up

inside that cradle
as big as a ship.

Danny was afraid that they'd take him
away because of documents and visas,

so the boy lived his early years
hidden away,

in the belly of the virginian.

Now try by yourself.

Push your finger against these words
so the letters can't run away!

- Man...
- Okay, lemon.

Go.

- Ma...
- Just a bit more... ma!

You read like a god, lemon!

Now put them all together like
the boiler valves. Patapum-patapum!

Go on!

Man-go-ma-ma.

Right, keep going!

Ya-nk my ch-ain.

Danny,
why are you laughing so much?

These are the names of horses.
Don't they make you laugh?

I'm crazy about horses names.

Read there,
that one ran yesterday at cleveland.

Hap-py hoo-fers.

- I'm pissing myself!
- Listen to this one.

- Sas-sy Las-sy.
- Sassy lassy!

And this one, red hot mama.

What's a mama, danny?

A mama?

It's a horse!

- A horse?
- A race horse.

Mamas are thoroughbreds,
the best race horses in the world.

If you bet on a mama,
you always win.

Ta-no d'a-ma-to.
The king of lemons.

Dan, put your finger here and read.

T.D. Doesn't mean
"thanks danny".

Who's this pansy?

That's enough reading for tonight!
Too much reading's bad for you!

What else is bad, danny?

Everything off the virginian is bad.

Everything.

They've got sharks on the land
that will eat you alive. Be careful!

See this here. That was
those white sharks, the worst!

What's an orphanage?

It's a big prison where they lock up
folks with no kids.

So if it wasn't for me,
they'd put you in an orphanage.

You bet, little lemon.
Go to sleep now.

On that extraordinary floating city,
apart from a father,

nineteen hundred
found a whole family

made of truly unique people,
like the ship's doctor.

Open your mouth, like this.

Shit! Doctor, what's that hanging
from your throat? Are you ill?

What's your name, doctor?

Dr klausermanspizwegensdorfentage.

What a name! If they had
to call you quickly, they've had it!

That circus of cooks, sailors,
radio operators and waiters

all looked after him.

Everyone tried to give him what
they thought was a good education.

Even the ship's captain, in his way,
ended up being part of the family.

Captain smith, a wise man,
had only three defects:

He suffered from claustrophobia,
had a horrible fear of drowning

and hated sweets.

Nineteen hundred! How many times
have I told you not to come up here?

Especially if it's to steal!

Put the booty back where you found it
and return to your den

or I'll send you to the orphanage!

Mr boodman, this orphan business
must come to an end!

It's even against the law!

Fuck the law!

What do you think about
in the middle of a storm?

What? Do I think my lawyer
should never have been born?

Yes, the storm.

You bet he was warned,
then I blew off his head!

You think ofjam and bread?

Yes!

Know what I think, mick?
I think you're crazy!

I have a baby?!

Danny, tell pedro how I cut
that lawyer's head off!

The waldorf?
I've never been there.

The whites would only let me in
to clean the shit out the toilets!

Watch out!

- Danny!
- Run, quickly! - Danny!

- Get out the way, let me see.
- Call a doctor.

The doctor, quickly!

Danny, don't move.

- Hold on!
- It's just a pat on the back.

Hang on, the doctor's coming.

Doctor kla-kla-klaus...

Klaus-klauserman!

Klausermanspizwegens...
Frischerri... kemmanschov...

Quick on the trigger
was in the lead

over holy shoot and

times were good,

saucy bossy,

brave victory,

regrets only,

blue balls running,

and

hurricane over open sesame

was past the post in chicago.

It took three days
for old danny to go.

He let go on the sixth race in chicago,
won by drinkable water

by two lengths over vegetable soup
and five over blue foundation.

Dr klausermanspizwegensdorfentage

declared that if it hadn't been
for the belly laughs,

danny probably
would have survived.

But history isn't made of "ifs".
The only thing we know for sure

is that suddenly

lemon nineteen hundred
became an orphan for the second time.

In nomine patris, et filii,
et spiritus sancti. Amen.

Music.

Nineteen hundred
was eight years old then.

He'd made the trip between europe
and america about fifty times.

The ocean was his home.

Sure, and his skin
was covered with scales

and he had fins, not arms!

There's nothing to laugh about.
It's all true, pops.

- You can bet your soul on it.
- But that's absurd!

That's right.

He never set foot on dry land.

He'd seen it from the ports many times,
but he never got off the ship.

The only trouble was that as far as
the world knew, he didn't even exist.

There wasn't a city, a parish,
a hospital, or baseball team

that had his name anywhere.

He didn't have a country,
a birth date, a family.

He was eight years old,
but officially he'd never been born.

America!

Kidnapping.

Charges of kidnapping could be
brought against you, captain,

if one day the boy's kin
were to show up.

After eight years,
I seriously doubt it.

However, I think the time has come
to allow the boy to have a normal life.

I've written a personal note I'd like
you to give to the orphanage head.

Very well, captain.
Where is the lad?

Boatswain,
show these gentlemen the way.

Forward!

Slowly!

Search everywhere, upstairs too.

What's in that case?
Stop the baggage being off-loaded!

- Have you seen a little boy?
- No.

22 days later, when the virginian
headed for rio De janeiro,

nineteen hundred hadn't been found
and no-one knew anything about him.

Everyone had death in their hearts

because they had all gotten
attached to the little boy,

although no-one would say so.

- Captain! Wake up!
- Let me sleep.

- Come with me, quickly!
- Christ!

- Are we sinking?
- Worse than that!

- What's his name?
- Nineteen hundred.

- Not the song, the boy.
- Nineteen hundred.

Like the song!

Captain smith would have liked
to ask him many questions right then.

For example: "Where the hell
did you learn to play the piano?".

Or: "In what damn hole
were you hiding?".

Or else: "Where in christ's name
are you getting this music from"

"which seems to enter
into your veins?".

But he was a man in uniform.

He only managed to say: "All of this
is against the regulations!".

Fuck the regulations!

His exact words:
"Fuck the regulations!".

But I don't understand what the
record has to do with any of this.

You're not the sharpest knife
in the drawer, pops! That's his music.

The music of danny boodman
t.D. Lemon nineteen hundred,

the greatest ivory tickler
on the seven seas.

That's amazing!

If that's all true,
this record must be worth a fortune.

This record can make us both rich.

That record shouldn't exist.

The only existing matrix
was destroyed right after it was cut.

Well, this is a matrix.

It's one of those that they used
for on the spot recording.

How did you find it?

I spent a whole day
trying to put the pieces together.

I found them by accident,
hidden inside one of those two pianos.

I bought them
from a second-hand dealer

who emptied out an old hospital ship
down at plymouth.

They're going to destroy it
in a couple of days.

What do you mean "destroy"?

- Where's the old hospital ship?
- That's it. - Thanks.

- Where are you from?
- Liverpool.

- What's your trade? - I'm a barber.
- Sign there. - Thanks.

Next! What's your trade?

- I'm a cook, barber, tailor.
- Too many things for us, out!

- I'm also a good mechanic.
- Get out! Next.

- What do you do?
- I play the trumpet.

We've already got musicians on board.
Get out!

Next!

Where the hell's he going?

- What was that?
- I don't know.

When you don't know what it is,
it's jazz!

Jazz!

- What's your name?
- Max tooney.

Okay!

It was the happiest day of my life.

All those people
with hope in their eyes,

the goodbyes, the sirens and
that floating world starting to move.

It felt like one big party
just for me.

But just three days later the ocean
got tired of the festivities.

Suddenly, in the middle of the night,
it went berserk and hell broke out.

Now, a guy blowing a trumpet
on a ship

can't do much
when there's a raging storm.

Not playing the trumpet is all he can do
not to complicate matters.

But I couldn't bear
being down there.

The same line kept raging
in my head: "He died like a rat".

And I didn't want to die
like a rat.

Damn it, I'm lost!

Conn, what's the problem?

Have you lost your sea legs?

You're the new trumpet man,
aren't you?

You blow a conn, right?

Come with me.
I have a cure for your misery.

Follow me.

- Take the brakes off.
- But that's crazy!

Trust me. Go on, take them off.

Come and sit near me.

- You're really nuts!
- Get on now or you never will.

- Tell me, have you got children?
- No.

Shit, they'll lock you up
in an orphanage one of these days!

He's nuts.

- Whoa, mama!
- I see you know your horses!

- A little.
- Good man!

It was like the sea was rocking us
and while we were floating around

brushing the lamps and furniture,

I realized that
we were dancing with the ocean.

Perfect, crazy dancers,

locked in a joyful waltz
on the golden parquet of night.

Oh, yeah!

Want some? Cheers!

Hallo, captain.

- Care to go for a ride?
- Nineteen hundred!

Who else on this ship
would do anything as crazy as this?

I was just experimenting, sir.

When I've perfected it,
it won't happen again.

For me it's a question of brakes.
Fix those and away you go!

- How much will that window cost?
- I don't know, it was huge!

We're going to be shoveling coal
on this ship for ever!

Oh, shit!

At least you know what you'll be doing
when you grow up!

You'll shovel lots of coal.

- Hey, conn.
- What?

- You're from new orleans, right?
- How did you know that?

- I love that town.
- How come you know it?

In the winter it's beautiful.

And in march

there's always an afternoon,
when you least expect it,

a roof of fog comes down,
a barrier,

that hangs just below
the street lamps and cuts everything...

Like a white sword. It's magic!

The houses lose their top floors,
trees lose their branches,

st. Louis cathedral loses its spires
and the passers-by their heads.

>From the neck up,
everything disappears.

All you can see in jackson square
is a bunch of decapitated bodies,

stumbling about and greeting
each other. "Everyone fine at home?"

Wonderful!
Too bad it doesn't last long.

But how do you know
all these things?

Who knows?

You know, ever since
I've been on board,

I keep hearing about this guy

with a name as long as
a georgia freight train.

Seems he was born on this ship
and hasn't been off it since.

What a crazy story! Twenty years
without ever setting foot on land!

Twenty-seven, I think.

They say this guy makes music
that's never been heard before.

I've heard of him, too.

At first, I thought it was you.

- But something didn't add up.
- Of course.

I thought: "If he's nineteen hundred,
how could he know new orleans?".

I mean...
You've been to new orleans.

If I told you that I'd never set foot
in that town, would you believe me?

Whoever you are... max tooney.

Glad to meet you.

Come on!

Hey, you up there!
We're supposed to blow it up,

not wait for it
to be eaten by the fish!

We're almost done,
just laying the last charges!

- Where the hell are you going?
- I have to look for someone.

- Do you want trouble?
- I can't explain!

What did you want to do?

You bastards, let me on board!

You bastard!

- Can you repeat that?
- Sure I'll say it again!

You're not going to blow up anything,
'cause my best friend's on that ship.

- You'd be responsible for murder.
- Get him out of here!

- Get him out of here!
- I'm not crazy, it's true!

If I say there's a man aboard
the virginian, it means there is!

We cleaned that ship from stem
to stern, there's just lots of dynamite.

How can there still be
a man on board?

If you've got proof, show it, because
I'm the one who throws the switch.

I'm sure he's there.

I spent the best years of my life
on the virginian.

Did you find an upright piano
in third class?

The virginian is the only ship
to have a piano in third class.

Was there or wasn't there
an upright piano in third class?

There was a piano in third class,
but it was horizontal.

What has any shaped piano got to do
with a ghost aboard the ship?

There must be thousands of ghosts
on a hospital ship.

Get out of here
or I'll call the police!

Get your hands off me!

Amongst all those dead souls is the
greatest piano player in the world!

A bloody piano player?

And were you tuning the strings
all those years aboard the virginian?

- What was I doing on the virginian?
- Yes.

What were you doing?

I played!

Ladies and gentlemen!
Meine damen und herren!

Signore e signori!
Mesdames et messieurs!

Fritz hermann here
welcomes you aboard the virginian

and wishes you a pleasant evening
with the atlantic jazz band!

Well done!

Please, nineteen hundred,
just the normal notes. Okay?

We played
because the ocean is big and scary.

We played so that people
wouldn't feel the time passing

and would forget where
and who they were.

We played to make them dance,
because when you dance you can't die!

We played ragtime, because
that's the music god dances to,

when nobody's watching him,
assuming that god is black...

End of the line, boys!

Jesus, I must be a real sinner.
Is that it, god?

This is music! Go ahead!

But it was in third class that
nineteen hundred played his music.

He'd go in the afternoons
or late at night,

when he didn't have to play
the "normal" notes.

And his music was made of notes
that were everything but normal.

What the hell do you think about
when you play?

What do you look at? Where does
your mind go while you hit the keys?

Last night
I was in a beautiful country.

The women had perfumed hair
and everything glowed.

It was full of tigers.

He traveled and each time
he ended up in a different place:

The heart of london, on a train
in the middle of the country,

on the edge of a giant volcano,

in the biggest church in the world
counting the columns

and staring up at the crucifixes.

He traveled.

Hey, man, play us a tarantella!

Tell me
how the tarantella goes, man!

The people getting off the ship
would talk about a strange music

and a pianist who looked like
he had four hands,

he was so fast.

Weird tales circulated,
some even true.

Like the one about wilson,
an american senator,

who used to travel in third class

to hear the music of danny boodman
t.D. Lemon nineteen hundred.

America!

Why did you stop?
Please, continue.

I'm sorry, senator,
I only play on the open sea.

- But that's absurd.
- Ports are land.

- I don't play on land.
- You've never gone on tour?

What does that mean?

Long trips on which artists

display their talents
around the world. - That's all I do.

In my own way. Excuse me.

Would you grant me an interview?

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- An inter... what?
- An interview.

What's that?

The senator asks: "What do you like
to do when you go back home?".

Nineteen hundred: "In paris
I love to wait at sunset,"

"under the eiffel tower, for the
people who throw themselves off"

"and try to guess by their screams
what country they're from"

"before they go splat
all over the ground".

Why don't you get offjust once?
Why not? Just for once!

Why not see the world for yourself
with your own eyes?

Have you ever thought about it?
You could do anything you wanted.

You play the piano like a god,
people would go crazy for you.

You could make lots of money
and buy yourself a nice house.

You could have a family.
Why not?

You can't spend the rest of your life
traveling back and forth like this.

The world's out there.
There's just a gangplank to go down.

What's a gangplank?
Just a few stupid steps.

Christ, everything's waiting
at the bottom of those steps!

Why don't you just get off?

At least once.

At least once.
Why don't you get off?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

I think you land people

waste a lot of time
asking yourselves why.

Winter comes
and you can't wait for summer

and in summer
you live in dread of winter.

You're always chasing
some place you aren't,

where it's always summer.

Doesn't sound good to me.

Hold it! Stop everything!

- Tell them to unhook the detonators.
- Unhook them!

You'd better pray that we find
someone hidden here,

even somebody who can mistake
a three-legged cockroach for a piano!

It's like looking
for a needle in a haystack!

Come here, sir.

This was his cabin.

Forgive me for allowing myself in,

but your music was so strong.

Northern italy, I'll bet.

Well done! Friuli, to be exact.

But don't stop playing.

Want a butt?

You don't look happy
about going to america.

It's not america.

It's everything I'm leaving behind.

Until a few years ago,
my field was the only thing I knew.

The world started and ended there,
in that piece of land.

I'd never walked down
the main street of a town.

Maybe you can't understand that.

I understand that perfectly.

I know someone who went through
something very similar.

One fine day
did his field go dry, too?

Did his wife run off with a priest?

Did the fever
take his five children?

- No, but he ended up alone, too.
- Then I'm luckier than him.

I still have a daughter,
the youngest one.

She survived.

It's for her that one day
I decided to fight my bad luck.

I traveled the world
without a destination.

Then one day, when going through one
of the many towns I never knew,

I came to a hill,
I climbed to the top and I saw...

My god!
The most beautiful thing in my life.

The sea!

- The sea?
- The sea.

I'd never seen it before.

I was like being hit by lightening,

because I heard its voice.

- The voice of the sea?
- Yes.

The voice of the sea.

I've never heard it.

It's like a huge shout,
the voice of the sea,

that screams and screams
and what it screams is:

"You!".

"Men with shit in your brains!"

"Life is immense!
Can you understand that?"

"Immense."

I'd never thought about it.
I had a revolution in my head.

That's how I suddenly decided
to change my life,

to start afresh.

Change life, start afresh.

Tell that to your friend.

Nineteen hundred!

- All we need is a talking ocean!
- It's max tooney, your friend.

Come out, nineteen hundred,
I'm a friend, too!

Even if we've never met.
Don't worry, no cops!

Where was this piano exactly?

- It was...
- It was over there, sir.

Nineteen hundred!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Meine damen und herren!

Signore e signori!

Mesdames et messieurs!

Fritz hermann welcomes you
aboard the virginian

and wishes you a pleasant evening
with the atlantic jazz band!

On violin,
your own fritz hermann!

On bass, freddy loyacano!

Max tooney on trumpet!

Jim jim breath gallup
on trombone!

Sam scalisi on the drums!

On saxophone,
sam sleepy washington!

On banjo, oscar delaguerra!

And finally, on piano, danny boodman
t.D. Lemon nineteen hundred!

The greatest!

I'll ask you once more, just...
...The normal notes, I know.

What are you doing here?
Take your places! Schnell!

End of the line, sirs!

You've really got it in for me,
you son of a dirty nigger!

One night the public's not going
to appreciate your antics.

That night, I swear,
nineteen hundred,

I'll have you thrown overboard!

- Where do you get it from?
- What?

- The music.
- I don't know.

See that woman over there?

She must be german,
look at her.

She looks like someone who, with her
lover, has just killed her husband

and is running off
with the family jewels.

- Don't you think this music's her?
- Sure, that's right!

And see that guy over there?

He looks like someone
who can't forget.

His head is bursting with memories,
but he can't forget anything.

Listen to his music.

And her?

Couldn't she be a prostitute
who's thinking of becoming a nun?

Incredible!

Now, look at this one.

See how he walks?

It looks like he's wearing someone
else's suit by the way he wears it.

I'd say he's a stowaway
slipped into first class

for a little amorous adventure.
He's got america in his eyes.

He'll be the first one to see it.
I can already hear him screaming.

Nineteen hundred knew how to read!

Not books, anybody can do that.

He knew how to read the signs
that people carry on them:

Places, sounds, scents,

their land, their story,
everything written on them.

He would read and, with infinite care
catalogue, organize, and make order

in that immense map
that he was drawing in his mind.

Maybe he'd never seen the world,

but for almost 30 years the world
had been passing on that ship.

And for almost 30 years on that ship,
he'd been spying on it

and he would steal its soul.

America!

I went into her room,
she jumped on me

and I tore her clothes off.
Oh, go on!

Do you always make up this crap
during the trip? - Sure!

Singleton lee claire.

Hallo?

You don't know me, but I wondered
if we might have a little chat.

A little chat?
What are you talking about?

About anything you like, weather
conditions, anything you choose.

Go to hell!

Hallo?

- Is that the race-track?
- Yeah, you betting? - Quickly!

Can you tell me if mama's racing?

No, it's your sister!
It's that jerk that...

- I think there's a misunderstanding.
- Shove it up your ass!

The telephone should bring out
the best in people.

I'll bring out the best in you!

I know who you are! If you don't stop
calling, I come over and kill you!

Christ, he's already here!

Hey! Are you the guy
with that frigging difficult name?

Come on out, I'm talking to you.

Stop! Catch him! Catch him!

Stop! Stop!

Where are you going?

- Hold still!
- Stop, you idiot!

- Keep still, you son of a bitch!
- Where are we, in hell?

- We don't want to hurt you.
- Come on out! Where are you?

We're players, man, musicians!

Over there.

- Bon appetit!
- Thanks! Have you got some wine?

Are you the one that plays
ten kinds ofjazz rolled into one?

To tell the truth I've never counted
them, I'm just a piano player.

- It's him.
- Well, you'd better start counting.

The man who invented jazz
sent us here.

- And what does he want from me?
- He challenges you to a piano duel!

A piano duel?

What the hell is a piano duel?

It's a duel,
with pianos instead of pistols.

It's a musicians thing.
No blood, just a little hate.

Real hate, under the skin.
It riffs like you never heard.

It could last all night
and at the end one would win.

Nineteen hundred!

If I were you,
I wouldn't be so sure he's still here.

If I know him at all,
he won't be any place else.

I'm sure of that.

He must have gone. What would he
have done here without a piano?

Besides, with the war, who knows?

He might not even be any longer
in this dirty world.

Someone like him
doesn't end up like everyone else.

- It's not his style.
- Think what you like,

but I can't ask the owners
to keep this carcass going

just because someone who doesn't
exist is on board. I can't delay it.

Nineteen hundred, it's max!
I have to talk to you!

- How did the duel end up?
- It was in boston, the summer of 1931.

Jelly roll morton
boarded the virginian,

dressed entirely in white, wearing
a diamond as big as a meatball.

Even the garters on his socks
were diamond studded!

Jelly roll, what's the reason
for a trip to europe on a steamer?

Till now, you've only gone
up and down the mississippi!

I don't give a damn about europe!

The only reason I'm going
on this crappy ship is to meet a guy

they say tunes a good piano!

But I also heard that he doesn't want
to set foot on land.

- Is he talking about me?
- Sure he is.

One day some asshole says to me:

"Hey, jelly, there's someone
who plays the piano better than you!".

So I say to myself: "Shit!
How come this guy plays so good"

"when he doesn't even have the balls
to get off the boat?".

"Damn it, jelly,
you were the one who invented jazz!"

Then I say to myself: "You can
afford to buy a first class ticket!".

"You can even buy the ship
just by raising your little finger."

Get a shot of it, boys!

- Tell the truth, are you scared?
- I don't know.

Why a duel?
What happens when you have a duel?

It seemed like he really
didn't care much,

like he didn't even understand it.
But he was curious.

He wanted to hear how the devil
the inventor ofjazz played.

He wasn't kidding. He really believed
that the guy invented jazz.

I believe he thought
that he could learn something new.

That's just how he was,
a bit like old danny.

He didn't have any sporting sense.

He didn't give a damn who won,
it was the rest that amazed him!

He's black!

I believe you're sitting in my seat.

- You're the one that invented jazz?
- That's what they say.

And you're the one who can't play
unless the ocean's under your ass?

That's what I say.

Excusez-moi, s'il-vous-plaît.

Jelly roll morton didn't play,
he caressed those notes.

It was like a slip
sliding down a woman's body.

His hands were butterflies,
so light.

He started off
in the brothels in new orleans,

learning to stroke the keys.

People making love upstairs
didn't want any uproar.

They wanted music that would slip
behind the curtains, under the beds,

without disturbing.
He played that music there.

And in that,
he truly was the best.

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

It's your turn, sailor.

Go on.

What's he doing?

He's nuts!

Is it christmas?

- Did he win?
- No, they're just warming up.

Bravo!

- What's up, nineteen hundred?
- This music makes me cry.

The whole crew bet on you!

I put a year's pay on the line
and you're crying?!

Just stop it
and start thinking about your music!

- Can I bet, too?
- Betting on yourself isn't sporting.

But I want to bet on him!
He's terrific.

- You're crazy!
- But if you lose, I'll give it back.

It's the same music
that the other one played.

We've already heard this!

He's fooling around.

- Did he lose?
- Not yet.

Well done, nineteen hundred!

Stick this up your ass!

Hey, max!

- Give me a cigarette, will you?
- You're not doing too well!

- Just give me a cigarette.
- You don't smoke!

What's wrong with you?
You could lick this guy with one hand!

Come on!

- Pardon me, I didn't catch that.
- I didn't say anything.

Bravo!

- Where's this cigarette?
- We'll be shoveling coal forever!

- And you can just say...
- Just give me a fucking cigarette!

Clown!

Enough!

Out!

Listen carefully.

You smoke it. I don't know how.

Well done! Bravo!

You're the greatest!

Divine!

- Did he win?
- Yes, he won.

I knew he would!

Jelly roll morton spent the rest
of that trip locked in his cabin.

When we got to southampton, he got
off the ship and returned to america.

I remember nineteen hundred
watched him as he walked off the dock

and all he said was...
Fuck jazz, too!

That's just what he said:
"Fuck jazz, too!".

- What an incredible story!
- Did I miss anything important?

- You could say that!
- Damn!

- He'll fill you in later.
- You bet! - Thank you!

He's really good at telling tales.

This is no tale, my friend!

Sure, I've done
lots of stupid things in my life.

If you were to hang me upside down,
nothing would fall out of my pockets.

I even sold my trumpet.
Everything!

But not this story,
I haven't lost that!

I've decided to tell it
only because I want to save him.

But there's no-one here. Nobody!
Understand?

It's because there are too many of us,
we've scared him.

That's enough. Now, you leave
this ship or I'll have you arrested.

Get back to work. Quickly!

- Give me one more chance.
- Get lost, buddy!

At sunrise tomorrow
this ship gets blown up!

And yet...

- Here it is!
- Stop or I'll shoot!

- I've got you.
- Hey, it's me.

Don't you recognize me?

- Oh, it's you!
- Yeah. Lower that canon, will you?

Sell your instrument and then steal
it back, that's an old trick!

- I should have known you're a thief.
- No, I was looking for this.

- What do you need that for?
- It's a matter of life or death.

- I need a gramophone, too.
- A thief and a liar!

- Pops, I don't have time to lose!
- I do, seeing as I have a gun!

Now that I think of it, since when
were records made on board a ship?

Impostor!

If your friend really did play
that music, then he got off the ship!

- Right?
- Impossible, pops!

Nineteen hundred
cut this recording personally,

which for me
is one of his very best works,

but to do it he didn't jump ship,
not even a minute.

It was an extraordinary, unique event
in the history of record-making.

You can't imagine
the advantages you'll obtain

if this record sells.
You'll become famous, mr nineteen.

- Can I call you nineteen?
- Is it painful?

Right, gentlemen, silence please.
On the count of three.

One, two, three.

Wonderful, mr nineteen!
An absolutely extraordinary piece.

Divine music! What's it called?

It's going to have people
crying buckets.

It's got to have the right title,
like: "Swinging in the breeze..."

You were great, as usual.

You're going to be big time.

If only you'd decide
to take the big step.

- The big step?
- Getting off!

Getting off these lousy planks
and going after...

Going after fame and fortune.

But if you wanted, thanks to
our record company, with this,

you could have the success
you deserve without leaving this ship.

We'll print millions of copies.

The whole world will be able to listen
to your wonderful music, nineteen.

Mr nineteen?

I won't let my music
go anywhere without me.

- Hey, no! Don't touch!
- What are you doing? Is he mad?

We have a contract,
you can't go back now!

I always go back.

Miss,

I'd be pleased if you...

Miss, I'd be...

I'd be pleased

if you would accept

this small token...

Hey, padovan! What are you doing there
all alone, counting the waves?

The captain says we'll soon
go through the tropic of cancer.

At last there'll be something to see.

Did you see how many times
the sea changes color? Ten times a day!

Even more.
I could stay and watch it for days.

The peasants don't watch the sea
at all. They're scared.

That's not true.

My father told me once
that he heard the voice of the sea.

Really? And what did it say?

I can't tell you,
it's a secret.

- Secrets should be kept.
- It's pouring. Let's go, quickly!

Come on!

America!

Damn it, I wanted to say it!

Excuse me.

Sorry.

- Miss!
- Are you in a hurry?

Excuse me, miss.

I have to talk to you.

You're meeting your father,
aren't you? - Yes.

- How did you know?
- I think I met him.

On this ship,
quite a few years ago.

- I don't know if he took this ship.
- I'm sure it was this one.

Did he have an accordion?

We played together.

I don't know if he'd remember me,
but say hallo to him.

All right, I will.

But how did you know who I was?
It's very strange.

It's a secret.

And secrets should be kept.

Even if I think
your father felt differently then.

- Move on, let me through.
- Don't push!

I'd be really pleased
if you would accept...

What?

I would like you to accept
this small musical... token.

- Good luck!
- Thank you. Good luck to you, too!

Come and visit some day.
We live on mott street, number 27.

- My father opened a fish shop.
- Maybe!

Padovan, okay!

- Next!
- Next!

He never mentioned her to me again,
and I never asked,

at least
not for the next twelve crossings.

Besides, he was happy, as always.

His popularity was at its peak.

None of us could have imagined what
was smoldering beneath his happiness.

Then, one evening in spring,
halfway between genoa and new york,

right in the middle of the ocean,

- the painting fell.
- Meaning?

Pops, have you ever asked yourself
why paintings fall?

No, not really.

I've always been impressed
by this thing about paintings.

What's the painting got to do
with this? - It does.

For nineteen hundred, that night
went the way it does for paintings!

They hang there for years and then,
without any warning...

They fall.

They're hanging there on that nail,
no-one touches them,

but at a certain point...

Down they fall,
in absolute silence.

With everything perfectly still
around them.

Not even a fly moving around.

And they...

There's no reason.
Why in that instant?

Who knows?

What happens to a nail

to make it decide
that it just can't any more?

Does he have a soul, too,
poor thing?

- Does he make decisions?
- Let's sit down.

Did the nail discuss this at length
with the painting?

Were they unsure about doing it?
Had they talked about it for years?

Did they then decide on a date,
a time, a minute, a precise instant?

Or did they both know about it
from the start? Was it all set up?

"I'm letting go in seven years!"
"That's fine with me."

"So it's all set for 13th may!"
"Okay!"

"How about twelve noon?"
"Make it twelve forty-five."

"All right!" "So good night."

Seven years later, on 13th may,

at twelve forty-five...

It's impossible to understand.

It's one of those things
that it's better not to think about.

When paintings fall, when you wake up
one morning and you don't love her,

when you open a newspaper
and read that war has broken out,

when you see a train
and want to leave,

when you look in a mirror
and realize you're old,

when one evening, in the middle
of the ocean, nineteen hundred

looks up from his plate,
looks me in the eye and...

Tomorrow, in new york,
I'm leaving this ship.

I was flabbergasted.

Has the cat got your tongue?

No, I'm pleased.

But it's so sudden!
Just like that!

Right, just like that!

Good! Finally!

I have to see something over there.

- What?
- The ocean.

- The ocean?
- The ocean.

You're pulling my leg? You've seen
nothing else for 32 years.

>From here!

I want to see it from there,
it's not the same thing.

Wait till we dock, lean over
the side and take a good look!

It's not the same thing.
You can hear its voice from the land.

You can't from a ship.

- What do you mean "hear its voice?"
- Its voice.

The voice is...
More than a big scream.

It tells you that life is immense.

Once you've heard it, you know
what you have to do to go on living.

I could stay here for years,

but the sea
wouldn't tell me anything.

But if I get off, live on land
for a couple of years, I'd be normal,

like all the others.

Then one day I'll leave,
get to a coast,

look up, see the ocean
and I'll hear it scream.

I don't know who's been bullshitting
you, or if you're making it up,

but I think the real reason
you want to leave this ship

is that girl.

It's always a girl.

But even if that's not the reason,
it's fine with me. Know why?

I've always wanted you to get off
and play for the people on land,

marry a nice woman
and have children

and all those things in life
which perhaps aren't immense

but are worth the effort.

You'll come and visit me, max,
on land?

Sure I will.

That way you'll introduce me
to the mother of your children.

And invite me to lunch.

I'll bring the dessert
and a bottle of wine.

You'll tell me that
I shouldn't have bothered and,

while you're showing me around
your house, shaped like a ship,

your wife will be cooking a turkey.
Then we'll sit at the table.

I'll tell her
she's an excellent cook

and she'll tell me
that you often talk about me.

I want to give you my camel coat.

You'll cut a fine figure
when you get down there.

You think I could have a family
with a horse?

- Nineteen hundred.
- Hey!

I've seen so many people saying
goodbye on the docks without caring.

But when I said goodbye to
nineteen hundred, it was a real blow.

Look after yourself, all right?

Take care.

We laughed,
we kept saying "see you soon",

but we knew
we'd never see each other again.

There was nothing we could do about it,
it had to happen.

And now it was happening.

How do you get off?

- Here he is.
- Goodbye, nineteen hundred!

- Good luck, man!
- Don't forget us!

And don't forget
to wear your woolen vest in winter!

Write to us sometimes!

Good luck!

What's up? Did he step in shit?

Maybe he forgot something.

Perhaps he's forgotten
why he's getting off!

What's he doing?

Whatever he saw
from that damned gangplank,

what kind of thoughts
crossed his mind standing up there,

he never told me.

- No, go away!
- Wait!

I'll give you all the money I have.
Take it!

He was strange for a long time.
He wouldn't talk to anyone.

He preferred to be alone
for days and days.

He seemed taken up
with very personal matters.

Then, one day
while I was sitting at the bar...

Thanks for the coat, max.
It fit like a glove.

It was a real shame.

But I'm better now,
it's all done with.

He looked like someone
who wasn't kidding,

someone who knew
exactly where he was going,

like when he'd sit at the piano
and start to play.

There were no doubts in his hands.

It was like the keys
had been waiting for those notes.

It seemed like he'd made them up
then and there,

but somewhere in his head, those
notes had been written all along.

Nineteen hundred on that day
had decided to sit at the keyboard

of his life and start playing
his most absurd music.

That music would have
marked the rest of his days.

Look at that guy with the trumpet!
He must be drunk or half crazy.

- Which one?
- The trumpeter. He's crying!

I left the virginian
on 21st august, 1933,

with my leave papers and back pay.
Everything in order.

I knew that sooner or later
I'd have been through with the ocean.

I heard no more about
nineteen hundred and the virginian.

Not that I ever forgot them,
on the contrary.

During the war,
I often asked myself:

"Who knows what nineteen hundred
would do if he were here,"

"who knows what he'd say".

"'Fuck war', he'd say!"

But said by me,
it wasn't the same thing.

A lot of time's gone by,
maybe he's gone.

Maybe he went to mott street,
to that girl.

Perhaps.

Hey, conn. What's the problem?
Did you lose your sea legs?

Where the hell did you find
that record?

What have you been up to
all these years?

- Making music.
- Even during the war?

Even when no-one was dancing.

Even when the bombs were falling.

The music helped them get better.

The wounded, I mean.

Or else it kept them entertained,

as they slipped away
into another world.

Sometimes they didn't even mind
the voyage,

if they could listen to the music.

Mine was the last face they saw.

I kept playing
till the ship got here.

Still call this a ship?

It's more like a mountain
of dynamite about to explode.

A bit dangerous, don't you think?

And you, max?

Where's your conn?

I gave it up as well, a while back.

But now I'm in the mood
for starting again.

I'm busting with new ideas.

Let's start a duo, you and me.

Or our own band:

The danny boodman
t.D. Lemon nineteen hundred big band!

It gets the blood going!
How successful we'd be!

Come with me! Let's watch
the big bang from the pier!

Then we'll start again from scratch.

Sometimes you have to go
right back to the beginning.

"You're never really done for
as long as you've got a good story"

"and someone to tell it to".
Remember?

You told me that.

Imagine how many stories
you've got to tell now!

The world would hang on your every
word, they'd go mad for your music.

Believe me.

All that city...

You just couldn't see an end to it.

The end.

Please,
could you show me where it ends?

It was all very fine
on that gangway

and I was grand, too,
in my overcoat.

I cut quite a figure

and I had no doubts
about getting off.

No problem.

It wasn't what I saw
that stopped me.

It was what I didn't see.
Can you understand that?

What I didn't see.

In all that sprawling city,
there was everything except an end.

There was everything.

But there wasn't an end.

What I couldn't see
was where all that came to an end.

The end of the world.

Take a piano.

The keys begin, the keys end.

You know there are 88 of them
and no-one can tell you differently.

They are not infinite,
you are infinite.

And on those 88 keys the music
that you can make is infinite.

I like that.

That I can live by.

But you get me up on that gangway
and roll out a keyboard

with millions of keys
without an end,

and that's the truth,
there's no end to them...

That keyboard is infinite.

But if that keyboard is infinite,
there's no music you can play!

You're sitting on the wrong bench!

That's god's piano.

Christ! Did you see the streets?
There were thousands of them!

How do you choose just one?

One woman, one house,

one piece of land to call your own,
one landscape to look at,

one way to die.

All that world weighing down on you
without you knowing where it ends.

Aren't you scared
ofjust breaking apart

just thinking about it,
the enormity of living in it?

I was born on this ship.

The world passed me by,
but two thousand people at a time.

And there were wishes here,

but never more
than could fit on a ship,

between prow and stern.

You played out your happiness
on a piano that was not infinite.

I learned to live that way.

Land

is a ship too big for me.

It's a woman too beautiful.

It's a voyage too long.
Perfume too strong.

It's music I don't know how to make.

I can't get off this ship.

At best, I can step off my life.

After all,
it's as though I never existed.

You're the exception, max.

You're the only one
who knows that I'm here.

You're a minority.

You'd better get used to it.

Forgive me, my friend.

But I'm not getting off.

Hey, max!

I can picture the scene up there.

Some poor guy searching a list
for my name and not finding it!

"What did you say your name was?"
"Nineteen hundred".

"Niemann, nightingale,"

"ninestock, nittledeen".

"You see, sir, I was born on a ship".
"I beg your pardon?"

"Born, raised and died on a ship,
maybe I'm not registered there".

"Shipwreck?"
"No, six and a half tons of dynamite".

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah, fine,
except that I lost an arm".

"An arm?"
"Yes, in the explosion".

"You should be able to find one
up there".

"Which one do you say is missing?"
"The left, sir".

"I'm so sorry!"

"We only seem to have two rights".

"Two right arms?" "Yes".

"I'm afraid so".

"Would you mind awfully taking..."

"Taking what?"
"A right arm instead of a left".

"Well, all things considered, better
a right arm than nothing at all".

"I couldn't agree more".

"By the way, we have one black arm
and one white arm".

"Oh, matching arms, please".

"I have nothing against negroes,
it's just a question of aesthetics!"

It's no laughing matter, max.

What a cock-up,
spending eternity with two right arms!

How would you make
the sign of the cross?

Hey, max!

Imagine the music I could play
with two right arms.

I only hope
I can find a piano up there!

Okay, that's fine like that. Slowly!

- Slowly.
- Get hold of it there.

What would you have done
in my place?

I don't know.

I would probably
have felt quite useless.

Sooner or later all stories end,
and there's nothing else to add.

Anyhow, thanks, pops.

Hey, conn!

There's something I don't understand.

Who hid the broken record
inside the piano?

- You're looking at him.
- So, you weren't useless after all.

Hey, conn!

Wait.

Here, take it.
I think you'll need it.

- But I...
- Fuck the money!

A good story is worth
more than an old trumpet.

Okay, pops.

The legend of 1900 -

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