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François, what are you looking for?

Tool marks.

I check the work on the linings and the blocks.

The craftsmanship of a luthier varies with his age.

So, I can tell the time period.

Look.

It was made from the same tree as the three other instruments.

Maybe from the same board.

Could it be the San Domenico?

No.

It is the San Domenico.

Stradivarius, San Domenico.

Are you sure?

That's the one.

THE MUSICIANS

Any idea

of the price it'll go for?

I don't know. Seven, eight.

Maybe nine.

- Why not ten? - Yeah, why not?

I don't understand.

Dad spent half his life looking for this string quartet.

We have the violins, the viola...

Dad looked everywhere for this cello. The price is not the issue!

When Dad bought these Strads,

he was alive.

And the financial review of the group was a lot healthier too.

I'm sorry, Astrid, but...

Given the situation,

we can't afford such...

Flights of fancies.

Nobody has ever heard this quartet in 300 years.

Not even Stradivari!

We're not questioning the heritage interest.

I know you and your father

shared the same passion for classical music,

but our main mission remains...

Large road structures.

We've had an offer from a Taiwanese bank.

To buy both violins.

Given the situation,

it's an offer we can hardly refuse.

Stop!

As long as I'm chair, no one sells anything.

What are we going to do with these instruments?

We'll record them

on their very first show, like Dad wanted.

With the broadcasting rights and record sales,

you'll even make a profit.

You'll make money.

Well...

Let's appoint Astrid to bid on behalf of the group.

And of Dad.

By setting a limit...

Ten million?

Who's in favour?

How much?

Not including VAT!

Your father invited Jordi Savall to play Marin Marais,

and then Marta Argerich...

- Hold on. - Yes?

Your father always said the church had amazing acoustics.

Word, equal to the Almighty

Our only hope...

Hear that?

Wicked, isn't it?

I still picture him...

He would sit very quietly on this bench, in the transept.

Father?

Is the balcony sturdy? Can we put lights up there?

Yes! Actually, no.

I'll have to ask the diocese for their agreement.

Why wouldn't they agree if they let Savall and Argerich play?

Well,

back then,

your father would donate part of the profits

to our charity work.

Listen,

on top of the renting fees,

we'd be happy to make a gesture.

15% on broadcasting rights and 12% on record sales.

- Worldwide, of course! - Of course...

That's how it used to be with your father.

Can we hear it back?

Thank you, guys.

You're late.

Come on, it's not that hard. We need discipline.

Go for it. Don't overthink.

And stop with the...

I'm the one with the freedom here, understood?

How do you say it in English?

I don't like it at all.

I like this one.

- Too dark. - What about this one?

Not bad. Quite good, actually.

What do you think, Astrid?

I love it. You look like Michael Bolton.

Forget it, then...

When your dad came to see me play, he loved it.

He talked a lot about this quartet.

Yes, he could be obsessive.

- I love that. - Which one?

No, I meant people like her dad. Determined men.

He told me about this merchant, long time ago,

who ordered the instruments from Stradivari.

His business turned bad,

so his bank seized the violins...

- Exactly. - Before the viola and cello were made.

Not even Stradivari could bring them together.

I'll do it.

Your dad wanted me. I'll do it.

Concertmaster?

Yes, of course!

Perfect.

And what are we playing?

A quartet piece by Charlie Beaumont?

That's odd, I've never heard it.

To be honest, I've never heard of it.

My dad commissioned it

for when he could bring the instruments together.

Until now, it's never been played.

Now I only play pieces

that I learnt when I still could see.

And I don't know anything about this one.

Who are the others?

The concertmaster is Georges Massaro. My dad picked him and he agreed.

Let's put your jacket on.

The violist is Apolline Desarthe,

a promising young lady.

Apolline Desarthe... What about the cellist?

My dad wanted me to ask...

Lise Carvalho.

Lise Carvalho...

Yes, I know...

No, you don't.

You can't begin to imagine.

Masha, bring me my violin.

She'll tell you it's her or me. And you'll pick her, it makes sense.

- Are you staying for the concert? - I am.

Enjoy it.

Stop!

Are you sure the C has nothing else to convey?

You move on to the A as if you had a train to catch.

Do you have a train to catch?

It's in G major.

You move back and forth twice, and then you move on.

And tone down the confidence a bit.

Translate!

You're asking me to play the instrument of my dreams

with someone I swore I'll never see again.

It's just one concert.

And a few rehearsals...

What was it like being in the same room?

I thought he was really... brave.

I mean the San Domenico.

Oh, sorry.

It was beautiful.

D-7

Who is it?

- It's Louis. - Great!

- Is Apolline with you? - Yes.

Please, come in.

All right.

Hi, everyone, this is my room. I'm so happy to be here.

With the other members of the quartet.

The concertmaster is Grammy winner Georges Massaro.

First Prize in the Menuhin and Queen Elisabeth Competition

that's crazy!

There's former concertmaster

at the Vienna Philharmonic Peter Nicolescu.

And cellist Lise Carvalho, I can't wait to meet her.

And... It's not working.

Why isn't it working?

Apolline, how are you settling in?

Fine. Is there no signal?

It's quite bad here.

- Is there Wi-Fi? - No.

My dad wanted the house to be a quiet haven for musicians.

But look, by the statue over there...

- The white lady? - Yes, you'll have signal there.

We usually do.

Remember the press photo shoot? At 4:00, downstairs.

See you!

Press photo shoot!

- Hello. - Good afternoon.

The Wodyka...

I can't believe it.

1713.

Beautiful.

So many great masters played it.

Paganini played it.

Legend has it that he broke the f-hole.

See, right there.

It'd be sacrilegious to fix it.

Georges Massaro, I guess?

- Sorry. Peter? - It's pronounced Peter, actually.

I've never heard anyone say it your way.

I assure you, it's Peter.

Can I borrow your bow for a sec?

Just for a try.

Sounds amazing! I'll take this one.

You should try that one. It has great harmonics...

I'll take the Wodyka. It suits me better.

It's more powerful

with sharper trebles like a concertmaster violin should.

Take that one.

You seem to like it! I'll take this one.

Great.

You're right.

- I'll leave it down. - Good afternoon.

- Who is he? - Georges Massaro.

He's hot.

- Do you need a hand? - No, I'm fine.

Hello.

Hello, I'm Apolline, the violist...

Lise Carvalho?

- Georges Massaro. - Hello.

Oh, please! Let's kiss.

We're colleagues! I'm honoured.

OK, almost there.

Let's swap places.

Lise, please stand at the centre.

It's usually the concertmaster, but...

Perfect.

A bit closer to Lise, Peter.

That's it!

Everyone, look at me.

Peter, a little bit to your right.

A little less.

A little lower.

A little to the right.

OK...

Great, excellent idea.

OK, everyone, let's smile.

Happier smiles.

Here we go. That's great.

Perfect, thanks a lot.

- Cool. - Thank you.

No, hold it by the rib.

Thank you, Louis.

D-6

Give me an A, please.

What is Georges doing?

I don't know.

I'd rather settle this now.

Matthieu, can you hear me?

I'm on my way to my dad's manor. The signal's really bad.

Hello? What a nightmare!

I was saying that the signal's really bad.

That's why I never go there.

Oh, God...

So, where were we?

Give me an A.

Girls, please hold on a sec.

OK. I'm ready when you are.

Sorry, my bad.

Hold on.

No worries.

Apolline, please do watch the tempo.

You start slow and then...

... you're racing. It throws everything off.

Same with the staccatos. They're too springy.

They sound like happy goats hopping around, that's wrong.

What's wrong with happy?

It's not up to you. Look at the score.

Where does it say happy?

The composer is telling a story.

Bar six, flatted fifth.

What's a flatted fifth?

Satan's chord.

Here's the intention.

It's basic score analysis.

Music school, undergraduate.

I didn't go to music school.

Let's go back to it.

No.

Wait, what's happening?

- We started from the top. - Who said that?

- So tell us the bar. - He's right.

I just picked up where...

We're not in synch. We go from the top.

OK...

From bar 11, then.

- Why? - Because he doesn't play before.

No one cares about the crescendo? It was too loud.

- Really? - Aren't we playing together?

I didn't hear it, I was focusing on something else!

They don't listen to each other. They won't stop fighting.

Two days of rehearsals and not one movement done!

For Saturday's concert, they have four to play.

It's time to put your foot down.

Remind them who pays and who's the boss

or you're heading for disaster and taking me down with you.

They're not white-collar workers, they're musicians.

Yelling at them won't solve anything.

Without them, there's no broadcasting agreements.

So... They are the boss.

And this piece...

Charlie Beaumont.

Why did Dad pick that?

Because he liked it.

If he picked Beethoven or Mozart, they'd know how to play it.

- Let's bring him here. - Who?

Beaumont. I suppose he'll know how to play his piece.

He won't come.

Why?

I sent him an invitation.

I thought he should attend the recording.

He didn't get back to me.

Ask Simon, Dad's conductor friend.

It's a chamber ensemble,

there is no conductor!

Each musician plays their scores independently.

They're a bit too independent to my taste.

Keep me posted.

Let's go.

- Please, tell me! - Just play the notes!

We can't play three bars straight.

Start by playing the right notes.

To agree on how we play it, let's play it!

D-5

Who's that?

Good morning. Mr Beaumont? I'm Astrid Carlson,

Henri Carlson's daughter.

Did you get my invitation?

Yes.

- You didn't answer. - No.

I didn't think you'd come all the way here...

I'd invite you in, but I'm working.

Dad helped you put on your first opera, didn't he?

Well, listen...

He helped me fund it, that's different.

He loved your music. He believed in you.

That's why he asked you to compose this quartet piece.

That's true.

And my score has been gathering dust for 25 years.

I came to terms with it never being played,

and I did my best to forget it.

Now you know.

But it's fine.

Do the concert,

don't mind me.

Mr Beaumont, I need you.

The musicians I picked struggle with your score.

Please come and tell them how to play.

Or they'll play something else.

Musicians are all the same.

When they meet a composer, they want to know everything,

find meaning and understand why.

I'm only interested in the music I have yet to write.

I won't be coming.

Sorry.

You scared me.

Hiding to work, as always.

You don't want anyone to hear?

I don't want anyone to interrupt.

See, Lise,

we'll finally play together again.

You know why I came.

For the San Domenico, Adam Ristanitch's cello.

During the war,

a Nazi officer confiscated it and gave it to his wife.

She was a mediocre cellist,

so he forced Ristanich to give her classes.

Ristanitch became her teacher,

and, more interestingly, her lover.

When her husband came back,

Ristanitch left Berlin to avoid any problems.

When they last saw each other,

she gave him the Strad back.

Me leaving was a blessing for you, Lise.

You'd have had to put up with the blind man all day.

I don't want to talk about that. I don't want to talk at all.

Still, you're talking.

You're avoiding me when we play. You're not giving your best.

I thought music came first for you...

Such a pity!

D-4

Why isn't it working?

It should be working now.

I've been here for a few days and it's been great so far.

Everyone's so nice. I tried the Strad...

I won't let this hot tub drive me crazy.

Hold on...

I'll show you!

What are you doing? Fixing pipes?

With a Swiss Army knife?

I'm trying to get this thing to work, but it won't.

What about you? How are things?

I saw you over there.

I've gained 12,000 followers since I talked about the concert.

How many do you have?

About 700,000.

700,000 followers?

Sorry if I'm being nosy, but what do you tell them?

- I'll show you. - Thanks!

Here, look.

Seriously?

You're wearing a bikini!

I was at the beach.

I was playing Mozart.

400,000 views...

#mozart is trending.

Mozart has nothing to do with it.

With all due respect...

Obviously, men click on your post

to see a pretty girl in a bikini.

And then they listen to the piece.

Yeah, sure...

That's why I'm not on social...

Wait...

Are you backstage at the Carnegie Hall?

- You played there? - I loved New York so much.

- You went from posting videos to this? - Yeah.

There.

What?

Can we take a picture?

- Will you post it? - Sure I will.

No. That's not my style.

- Please! - No.

I look terrible. I've been trying to fix this...

- It'll be fun. - Stop!

I'm serious, I don't want to.

- What are you afraid of? - Nothing.

That people find out you like fixing hot tubs?

Listen, I don't care what you do.

Go ahead and take dozens of selfies.

But I'm not like that. We're different, you and I.

What do you mean?

That either I go to the beach, either I play the violin. That's all.

Have fun with your knife.

I have Slovenian and Australian broadcasting agreements...

Yes.

I have the Danish one too.

But I think we could go bigger, with the US and...

Listen... I'll call you back, all right?

I'll call you back.

Good morning!

Are you all right?

Here's the last room available. It's a bit small,

but it has a nice view.

See?

Well...

Peter Nicolescu's staying next door. He loves your piece.

There's a bathroom over there...

What's that?

I'm going to have to deal with this.

I'll see you downstairs at noon? In the room with the fireplace.

I'll introduce you.

He left!

- What? - Georges.

He left.

Louis saw him ten minutes ago. He packed his bags and walked away.

I'm sorry.

We had a little fight earlier. I was in the living room,

and he wanted to rehearse there too...

If he left on foot, he must be close by.

Find him and beg him to come back.

He'll love the attention and be back in no time.

You two had a fight, you should go.

You sort this out.

He said you stole the rehearsal room.

I didn't!

It was empty.

- He wanted it. - That's my fault, then?

And why should I go?

- Don't go, then! - I won't.

If I may... Who cares about who and why?

- You're a quartet, not a trio. - He's right.

Nobody's going?

In that case...

I didn't drive five hours for a coffee by the fireplace.

- I'm off. - Don't leave!

I'm offto get him.

Oh, all right...

- Hello. - Hi.

Are you Georges Massaro?

Yeah.

Hello, I'm Charlie Beaumont.

Oh, hello...

Where are you going?

Straight ahead.

I'll eventually find a train station or a village...

Come on, I'll give you a lift.

No, thanks.

It'll be pouring in a minute.

Oh, right...

You're going to be soaking wet. Please, get in.

- It's stuck! - Pull gently.

What will they do without you?

I don't know.

We just don't understand each other.

We don't hear or experience music in the same way.

This concert is bound to fail.

Bloody hell...

Did you like it?

Vivaldi... is quite challenging.

Especially The Four Seasons. It's been played over and over.

Even overused, if I dare say so.

I wonder why. He wrote so many pieces.

Didn't he?

I don't get it. Did you like it or not?

I did...

Well...

Technically, it's good.

But?

Why did you record it on a modern violin

with steel strings? It's a pity.

You'd have preferred a period violin with gut strings?

Exactly.

That's the essence of Vivaldi. Nature, rain...

Wind, birds singing...

Gut strings would have been great.

I beg to differ.

We have new sounds today, let's mix it up!

That's the interesting part.

Hearing the sound of a city, a factory, traffic...

Car horns, machines... Do you know what I mean?

Hence the modern violin with steel strings.

There you go!

Thank you.

Make a U-turn over there.

You came to bring me back, didn't you?

- Mind the ditch! - It's fine.

Apparently not.

Thank you.

Hello, everyone.

I could eat. I'm starving, actually.

Let's get to work.

Do you want a bow?

No.

I can't play the violin.

Thank you.

Where will they play?

In a small church that my dad liked a lot.

He held recording sessions there.

Some have become famous.

Is it far from here?

About an hour.

An hour and a half.

Perfect, let's all go to the church, then.

We can't go like that. We'll have to plan a visit.

And they're rehearsing.

They can rehearse there.

They can't. Technicians are working in the church.

You'll see it soon.

I don't want to see it, I want to hear it.

Even with the best violins in the world,

if I don't know what it sounds like, I can't help them.

A car for each musician... Quite a heavy carbon footprint.

They can't travel together.

Request from the insurance companies.

Just like royalty.

Two heirs should never fly on the same flight.

I meant the instruments.

I know it's out of the blue.

He doesn't want to see them, he wants to hear them.

Please tell your workers to stop so they can rehearse.

First of all, they're not workers but technicians...

Don't get me wrong...

Everyone, listen!

Stop! The musicians need silence.

Please be quiet.

Go back to the trucks

and I'll let you know.

Please, don't stop.

Carry on.

Thank you.

Where will the audience sit?

At home, in front of the TV.

So why is the stage over there?

It's the best place. Looks right, sounds good.

To play this piece,

the most important thing isn't what you hear.

You'll record it anyway.

It's what they hear.

The choir has too much reverb.

They won't hear anything after 12 bars.

They won't be in synch,

and won't know if they're in time.

So no,

the stage shouldn't be here,

but over there.

Right here.

How difficult is it to move?

It's not difficult. We take it apart,

and move the frame. It'll take an hour, but...

Great!

But if we move the stage, we have to move the lights,

unplug everything, move the cameras... - How long do you need?

One or two days...

Yeah...

Are you sure?

I am.

I liked the way it sounded over there.

I am sure.

Why did you leave?

Didn't you like it?

I've never heard them play like that in five days.

What do you mean?

Together...

All four are very talented, no doubt about that.

But it's not enough to make a great quartet,

everyone knows that.

By the way, why them?

My dad picked them.

Of course...

What's that supposed to mean?

He did it for publicity

and to put great names on the bill

as rich football clubs do.

Four stars...

That's not what a quartet is.

A quartet should know exactly why they play together.

Quartet musicians who meet 250 days a year

for decades understand why.

They know how to find balance

and precision...

Playing together.

For a quartet to sound good,

each musician has to play a bit out of tune.

That's it.

It's scientific and intuitive.

That's what we call "harmony".

Just so you know, they'll move the stage.

Thank you.

If you won't say it, I will.

You played beautifully today.

Honestly...

I think we need to work a lot more on the intentions.

I'm including myself.

Don't you agree?

About the intentions?

Yes, sure.

We'll work on that, then. With you from now on.

And we'll make the necessary changes.

I'll go first.

What a gentleman!

- Excuse me? - I'm joking.

Me, myself and I!

- Please! - Are you kidding?

- I said "we". - Please, stop.

I said "we", didn't I?

At least, I'm trying to make progress.

I...

What should I say?

Chill out! He's joking.

- Very funny... - It's OK.

No, it's not OK. I'm done.

I don't want you to fight because of me.

They're not.

Neither do I want to arbitrate this fight.

Of course. That's not Mr Beaumont's job.

It's not.

You know,

I started making music to free myself...

... from the yoke of language.

D-3

Well then!

How was it?

OK.

Great, actually...

I hate my piece.

Pardon?

I'm very sorry.

I hear three notes, and I want to rewrite everything.

OK...

I don't know, but...

It's too late for that anyway.

I warned you.

I don't remember what I was thinking when I wrote it.

I don't know how to play it.

I can put a brave face on, but what can I say?

Listen, you wrote it, so deep down, you know.

That's easy for you to say.

It took me six weeks thirty years ago.

Since then, I've written so many pieces.

At least put them on the right track.

Be assertive so they'll follow the same directions.

And let's go! We keep moving.

It's not that easy.

Picture this...

You're at the park, children are playing.

And suddenly, you don't know which one is yours.

What do you do?

What?

You pick one?

Randomly?

And let's go, you keep moving? You can't.

Mr Beaumont, we have two days left.

So please, pick. Even randomly.

I was playing with the bow when it's pizz!

Back to work.

Ready?

One, two, three...

Wearing the blue one was a great idea. I pop in blue.

Did you see his face?

- Beaumont's? - Yes.

It takes time to get used to Georges gesticulating...

What?

- It's true. - Good evening.

- Tie me to the chair, then. - Hi!

Look, I can do it. That's easy.

I'll just play like that.

I won't move.

Where can I sit?

I'm coming.

Music is alive.

To play it, you need to live it.

Whatever.

Wine anyone?

- Please. - I'd like some.

There you go, Lise.

Thank you.

D-2

No!

Sorry, it's not you.

It's me. There's something wrong.

What is he doing?

I don't know. He's heading to the piano.

Interesting.

I like the patterns from bar seven.

We can build on that.

The rhythm comes to support them.

It makes a nice base.

It works.

And you're the disruptive element.

A flutter.

Like a shy little butterfly

going his own merry way.

But it's not the main character.

And the rhythm,

like clockwork, like rain

on the second and fourth times. It's great.

I think I made a mistake on the 35th.

I should have...

I'm not sure.

Something like a piano subito. There's a break there,

it has to be more obvious.

And the rhythm carries on in the undergrowth.

And the butterfly becomes more assertive.

The butterfly...

That's very good.

What do you think?

You're not sure?

No.

Let's go from the 35th.

OK.

Hello, can you hear me?

Hello?

About the agreements.

Yes, I do have Canada.

Hello?

It can't be that...

Beer?

All right.

Thank you.

I should be thanking you.

I'd never have dared to go in that direction.

I studied the rhythm.

The accents

reminded me of an old song.

Something... funky.

You get along great with Peter.

You can read a room! We despise each other.

But musically, you get along great.

We met in music school

and played in a trio for years.

That's why. You find each other,

everything flows between you two.

The others can rely on you.

It's great.

Why do you despise him?

When our trio started being successful,

he auditioned, secretly, for the Vienna Philharmonic.

We'd sacrificed everything, we had a tour planned...

He got the audition and left. He ditched us.

So, you two were together,

weren't you? - No.

Well, we had a fling at first.

But we were afraid it'd ruin everything.

We broke up.

It was mutual.

Maybe it wasn't that mutual...

If he still loved you,

seeing you every day, playing with you...

It must have been hard.

And a good a reason to leave.

I'm just saying...

Do you want to play, Lise?

Do you like her?

She was a close friend of my dad's.

He'd listen to her on repeat.

He'd go see her play everywhere.

After the plane crash, he was literally heartbroken.

I can only imagine.

She sang in my opera. Her very first leading role.

At the time,

she and your father

were already close friends.

- Good night. - Good night.

D-1

Nice interaction.

But we should work on the waltz. It's still too literal.

It should be more ironic.

There are two moments you can emphasise.

Agitato?

When the waltz collapses.

And the theme needs to be out there.

Stronger.

But it's interesting. You're finally...

listening and... Looking at each other.

And it makes a whole difference.

Picture flocks of starlings.

You know?

In the sky.

Here they go!

So,

how can thousands of birds

swoop and swirl like that in the sky?

There's no boss, no rules!

How is it possible? They just mind one another.

I guess...

It's a 180-degree dance.

They react at the tiniest thing.

Instinctively.

It's a mesmerising ballet.

It reminds me of a quote.

Something like: "Watch a quartet, see them play.

Listen, hear them dance."

Let's go back to it.

We might cut our losses, after all.

If the church is ready on time.

- It'll be fine. - If you say so.

Did you know about Dad and this singer?

Anna Mankievicz. Does it ring a bell?

No.

What happened?

You knew.

I never thought Dad could fall in love

after Mum died.

And I thought it was sad.

So the concert, the instruments...

It's for her.

It's beautiful.

When will you realise he treated us differently?

You were Daddy's little girl.

Everything you did was great.

But me... I've never had a choice.

Yet he chose you to replace him.

It's more of a curse than a blessing.

You can have it.

About Taiwan...

The bank.

They made an offer for the quartet.

And it's a once-in-a-lifetime type of offer.

Given the situation...

You don't have a choice.

Just like with Dad.

You had no choice.

How convenient...

- Apolline! - Look at him!

I'm dead serious!

Open the door!

What's happening?

Give it to me!

- I'm warning you. - Don't touch me!

Give it to me.

- Give it back! - What in the...

She posted a picture of us.

Without asking first.

What picture?

- It's a selfie. - My agent said I look stupid.

You don't.

Give her the phone back.

- There's no signal, anyway. - Bloody hell!

Give it to me!

- I'll take a look... - Don't touch it.

I was leaving the room and the door slammed open.

The violin went flying.

Which one is it?

The Wodyka.

Apolline?

It's Charlie.

I have it.

OK...

Let's see.

Here it is.

That's a very nice picture.

Why did my agent say I looked stupid?

What's on it?

Us.

In the church, getting ready.

I look very good in this light, don't you think?

- You do. - Fantastic.

We have a broken violin,

and a traumatised violist,

but you have a great picture.

- Hello, François. - Hello.

Thank you for coming on such short notice.

It's a disaster.

- Really? - It's awful.

I didn't let anyone touch it.

It's in the rehearsal room.

Come.

It must have fallen like that.

It looks as if the chin rest

protected the belly and the ribs.

The tension was released when the tailpiece fell off.

The bridge went flying.

It's not great...

But, other than that,

it's intact.

Now we have some explaining to do.

- But you said... - After a fall like this...

Imagine going to the doctor's because you're in pain.

He examines you and says you're fine.

You leave even more worried, don't you?

It's not the same timbre.

- Is it? - I'm telling you.

It's not as warm.

It's straighter.

And brighter.

Once more?

Definitely straighter.

I can make another bass bar, but I'd have to open it.

No.

It's fine as it is.

- Yes, it sounds good. - Really?

It has some character.

It'll stand out.

You're right.

So, what do I do?

Nothing.

Nothing.

It's fine.

Thanks a lot.

Leave me alone!

They laugh at me because I'm young

and I didn't win any prizes.

They think I don't deserve to be here.

Not at all.

They're waiting for you to start rehearsing.

Please, open the door.

Have you seen them

giving me the side-eye when I mess up?

Of course you have!

And Georges thinks my audience is stupid!

Leave me alone! I won't play.

Oh, come on!

All right.

- I'll talk to her. - Bad idea.

Don't.

We only have this afternoon and tomorrow morning left.

- I won't let her ruin it. - Stop.

- Enough with your nonsense. - OK,

now that's my fault.

Grow up!

- Fine, it's my fault. - Stop it, it's our fault.

Deep down,

we hate her for signing with a famous label

and playing at large venues.

Because she didn't go through what we did,

she didn't have to come top of the class,

and win first prize all the time.

She was so happy to work with us.

And we left her out.

Let's be honest,

we haven't even bothered listening to her online.

How did your father

hear of her? He wasn't the social media type.

I chose her.

You know...

He couldn't make up his mind about the violist.

He kept changing his mind.

He hesitated a lot. Anyway.

He died before picking someone, so I did.

I liked her immediately.

Her youth, her energy...

Her 700,000 followers.

Right. But mainly, I liked how she played...

- From the heart. - She's good,

but let's be honest.

If on top of being a musician,

we now need a pretty face or a nice arse...

- Or both! - That's so inappropriate.

I'm so fed up with you!

I've done everything I could

so you could rehearse in good conditions,

and play a great concert.

And you're ruining everything!

I'm done. You piss me off!

Well?

Is it boiling yet?

Don't worry, I'm the best at building fires.

It's weird that the power went out like that.

It wasn't even stormy.

- Don't you think it's weird? - No, I don't.

I think a tractor broke a power line

or some drunk guy hit an electric pole.

Well... Have a good evening.

Have a good evening, Louis.

Or boars.

We're in the countryside.

2009 Pommard. It's better than tea to keep warm.

It reminds me of the joke about the blind man and the parachute.

Wait, I have a question.

Where will we sleep tonight without electricity,

without heating?

It'll get cold upstairs.

- I talked to the power company. - Finally!

They can only come tomorrow.

Great...

Astrid, wine?

- What is it? - Pommard.

Why is the power out?

I'm freezing.

Well,

we think a tractor broke a power line.

Wine?

There you go.

I'm sorry about earlier.

D

Yes, over here. Careful.

Lift your feet.

Mind the branch.

Hold my hand.

Wait.

What?

It's that way.

Oh, that's just great...

Don't you have other shoes?

Other shoes...

I came to play a concert, not to hike the Annapurna.

- It's not funny. - Yes, it is.

Why are we here, anyway?

There's no path.

They could build a trail.

It's a forest.

Things can't always go your way.

A forest...

- Why did you say that? - Come.

- Why? - Come here.

Let's take a selfie.

- I look awful. - Come closer!

- Wait. - Chill out.

- I am chill. - Come on!

What...

- Great... - Perfect.

- I look stupid. - You don't.

Can I post it?

Louder, please.

Yes.

There's some good stuff on your Insta.

I'm talking about the music.

What is it?

You checked my profile?

I didn't! I just...

The other day, I was looking for the picture and...

OK, yes, I took a peek!

Happy?

To be honest,

I was...

I mean, your music is...

... quite good. It's worth hearing.

It's...

How can I put it?

You're true to yourself.

You convey so much joy, it's impossible not to...

You have a beautiful soul.

That's what music is all about.

There, I said it.

Are you coming?

Yeah.

- Hurry up! - Yeah, I'm...

- Let's call an ambulance. - No.

They'll take me to the hospital. You can't play without me.

Mind the branch.

- You can't play like that. - I don't play with my feet!

And I put up with you for a week, I can take the pain!

Thanks.

It'll be fine.

At least I won't be gesticulating!

Thank you, gentlemen!

- Need a hand? - We're fine.

It's OK.

Thank you very much.

I'm so nervous.

- Where's the violin? - Perfect.

Is everything OK?

See you.

Over there.

What happened to him? He can't play like that!

It was an accident.

You're late. The broadcast is about to start.

Be quiet! They need to focus.

This concert is happening because of me!

And because of you, it'll be one of a kind.

With this layout,

it'd definitely have short-circuited.

My dear friends,

just think about the starlings.

Enjoy being together, be mindful of each other.

We shouldn't be able to make out who plays what.

Make it groovy,

make it dance, don't be afraid.

Have fun! And remember,

it's probably the last time you play together.

Going live in one minute.

Let's go.

Ready?

Yes.

Manon.

Ten, nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two...

Adaptation: Maura Tillay

Subtitling TITRAFILM