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Musicians, you look more like vagabonds
to me.

I don't care if you serenaded the King
of China.

You're not staying here.

But just for a single night, a little
shelter... No!

We don't want your type around here.

Grandfather, please, let's go.

Wait, Trent.

Those places you've played, Leipzig,
Vienna...

Paris. I know Paris. I remember it so
well.

A world away from here, senor. Yes, but
my... Our home is not. Now,

please, it would give me great pleasure
to have you as our guests.

What do you say, Vicky?

Duchess said, and she was very confused
by this time, did you see the painting

walk out of the room?

What could I say?

Madam, I am just the violin player.

There, at last.

I have amused the signorina.

One hour and twenty minutes to hear such
a beautiful laugh.

You know, I've been laughing the whole
time.

You tell such wonderful stories.

A good story is the fruit of a rich
life. And I have had a rich life.

Not financially, surely.

But of course.

The people flock to us. Our music, it
opens their hearts and their purses.

Sometimes we have been showered with
gold.

Talk, talk, talk.

Rupert.

Why don't you play something on your
violin for the people?

Rupert, we are guests.

I said I would never play the violin
again, and that's exactly what I meant.

Rupert!

Rupert!

Yes?

Come in.

I'm happier here.

You don't look it. Well, I am.

You look about as miserable as...

Jenny says Fredo needs a new bit.

See?

It's starting to cut his mouth.

Is it?

That's why he's not eating enough.

You should look after him better.

Oh, thanks for the advice.

I just meant that with all your money
you could afford it. How could I forget

the showers of gold?

So while you're staying here, you could
take Fredo's bit to Hilda.

She's the blacksmith at the store. I'll
fix it.

You should get it done properly. Done?
Done with what? We're paupers.

Penniless. No, you're not. Your
grandfather said that you... My

lies. He makes things up as it suits
him. We have nothing.

He's lost, sold or gambled everything we
had.

You don't believe me?

It's just that...

If he makes you so angry, why do you
stay with him?

He needs me.

And there was a little cafe there.

The Black Cat and the Chat Noir. Yes,
that was it.

It's a big grandfather. You'll get
tired. No, one more.

Oh, I see.

I have...

enjoyed a bottle so much for a long
time.

Grandfather, come.

You should call it a night.

Well, I feel privileged to have had your
company, Julius.

You're not obliged to leave in the
morning, are you? As a matter of fact,

not. Then please, why don't you stay?

That is very kind.

Grazie, grazie. We could have some
people over to hear you play. It'll be

talk of the district, I'm sure.

Better still, I shall give a concert.

Try to be nice to Rupert.

Must I?

For your grandpa's sake.

Look after Tinker, won't you?

Rupert! It's the posters for my concert.

I sent them to the store.

You distribute them. What if the posters
aren't there?

They will be there. I sent them.

And if they're not?

You are such a difficult boy.

If they're not there, then you will have
to invite all the people directly.

Tell them Julius Mercutio. I know what
to say.

Then say it.

Knock on all the doors.

We will have a concert tonight.

Bravo!

I see you found the money for Freddo's
bridal.

Sort of.

What did you do that for?

And you missed the turn off to the
store, you great lump of a boy.

Now take Tinker back home.

It was a mistake, I'm sorry.

Take him home.

I'll see to the posters.

I'd like to see you try.

The posters don't exist.

Rupert. There are no posters.

He stopped even trying to give concerts
years ago.

Oh, really?

So why does he suggest having one now?

Because he wants to impress all of you.

Do you know where he plays?

In pubs.

He scrapes away in some dark, putrid
corner while people drink just to drown

the noise he makes. I hate having to
watch him. I feel sick with the shame of

it.

But all that's over with.

That's your grandfather's.

Not anymore. I've stolen it.

Or rather, we have.

We have.

You told me to look after Fredo. That's
what I'm doing.

This is all the money we have left.

I'm going to pawn it, then pay for
Fredo's bridal.

And for my escape.

I'm leaving, see?

But what about your grandfather?

You said he needed you.

I was wrong.

He just needs his dreams.

I don't buy merchandise, young man, only
sell it.

This isn't a pawn shop. But you must
take it. It's valuable.

Who said so?

Well, it's genuine gold.

And who's to say it isn't genuinely
stolen?

How did you get that watch anyhow?

None of your business.

I think it might be, young man.

If you're not dealing on the shady side
of the law, how do you explain this?

Would anyone knowing the whereabouts of
Master Rupert Shirley, believed to be

travelling in the company of Julius
Marcuseau, the melody maestro, please

contact Madame Boucher of Willowside.

Urgent.

Willowside's on my mail run. This woman,
who is she?

Newcomer keeps to herself.

Better see what she wants you for.

Hadn't you?

It might be something good.

A rich uncle leaving me an inheritance?

I don't think so.

But grandfather, I know it.

Something terrible he's done. A debt not
paid.

Something worse.

Go on. You might as well find out.

Yes, your majesty.

My name is Vicky.

Of course, Queen Vicky.

Mercy me, what a commotion.

Madam Bosher?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Mrs. Dalrymple, Madame's secretary.

And you are?

Vicky, but it's not me.

He would like to see Madame.

Not possible.

Absolutely not.

No, no, no, no.

Madame's door is shut. No one may
intrude. Not even me. Madame is

Music. Not herself.

She's very cultured, you know.

From Paris.

Well, could you tell her?

When she's finished composing, that
Rupert Shirley is here to see her?

I'll tell her, but it might be some time
before... Rupert Shirley?

Rupert.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Come in, come in.

A letter, a post.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Madame certainly plays well.

Oh, but that's not Madame.

No, no.

You mean it.

Are you worried about your horse?

I'm going to return it.

You play wonderfully well.

Thank you.

You never said.

You never asked.

Your grandfather asked you.

That's different.

I don't play like him.

And I won't.

Aren't you going to tell me what
happened?

What she wanted you for?

I just have to think about things first.

What happened?

All right, Your Majesty.

Madame's brother, he was over here last
year on a concert tour.

Late one night after the performance, we
played together.

He was brilliant.

After that, I couldn't bear playing with
Grandfather anymore.

I just couldn't.

And now this man has offered me a
scholarship to a school in Paris.

And he's offered to teach me for
nothing.

Paris! Aren't you excited?

Griffin, you are going, aren't you?

What about Grandfather?

He'll go with you.

He'll never go back to Europe, never.

He's got to. This is your opportunity.

Rupert, you have a gift.

Anyone can see that.

Even me.

Perhaps you could ask him for me.

All right, then I will.

No, look, I was only joking.

I'll do it.

Rupert, you have to go to Paris.

If you don't, if you stay here, you
might go to hate him so much you'll

him.

And yourself.

He won't come.

You mean, of course I won't come.

Back to that land where every convention
is designed to destroy the artist.

Patronage. That is all that counts over
there. Who you know and who do you know.

You know no one. I know myself. I know
I'm good enough. Oh, your talent.

Your talent is worth nothing.

It is without doubt a great chance for
the boy, Julius.

Oh, a scholarship for a young man is
very flattering.

But who will pay your rent?

Now you will stay here with me.

That is best.

Now I'm at work.

I'm at concert.

There's no concert.

What do you mean, no concert?

These people are waiting to hear my
music.

I must bring them the... What?

What do you bring them?

Why don't you tell your friends where
you play?

In pubs.

The malady maestro shoved up in the
corner of a bar. Silence! Being drowned

by drunks!

Leave! Go!

I think you've said enough, young man.

Leave me.

Yes, all right.

If that is what you wish.

Rupert!

Rupert, wait!

There's nothing to wait for, Vicky.

If we part as enemies, it's his wish,
not mine. You'll take the scholarship.

Well, if someone will buy this, my fare.

Give it back to him.

I'll find you the money. I'll knock on
every door of my mail round.

There will be a concert tonight and
you're giving it, so start practicing.

Listen to me, Rupert.

Your music is so wonderful it could melt
the hardest heart.

It made me like you, so I know it works.
And it will work for your grandfather.

We'll get him to come and... You'll make
sure he comes?

He'll come, he'll listen, and then he'll
cheer, just like everyone else. Then

he'll have to go to Paris with you.

Do you think?

Of course.

All right.

Tonight I play... for him.

Time to go, Julius.

Won't you change your mind?

You made Rupert share your dream.

Why don't you let the boy have his?

But I am not stopping him.

See, I am a lamb.

Father!

At least come and give the boy your
blessing.

Oh.

Signor dottore, I thank you for your
many kindnesses. Grazie.

But it's time that Fredo and I were
disappearing into the night.

The concert is outside the store.

Oh,

Signor Dottore, you're such a determined
man.

He will not listen to me.

No, I will not listen to him.

Fredo and I are going in another
direction.

Goodbye, Dr.

Gordon.

Is he going well?

Wonderfully, now that he's stopped being
nervous.

Where's Signor Mercutio?

He decided not to come, Vicky.

He's left.

Left? But he never even said goodbye to
Rupert.

They'll never see each other again.

And it's all my fault.

I should like to play this next piece
for my grandfather.

Perhaps I should just play it.

What am I doing, huh?

What am I doing, beauty?

Play for us.

The serious part of the concert

is over, ladies and gentlemen.

Push back your chairs.

It's time to dance.

Thank you.