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So beautiful, so blonde and so alone

That is so wrong, you know

So beautiful, so blonde and so alone

Who was it that hurt you so?

FOUR WEEKS EARLIER

That was the concert band
from Tisselt.

Only three more groups
and then we will know which band

will represent Belgium
at the European grand final in Brussels.

One more band and then it's our turn.
Everyone on stage, come on.

Who's pinched my mute?

Use your shoe,
no one will notice the difference.

Come on.

The next concert band to join us
on stage comes from Wallonia…

Carla, Willy, that's enough now.
Let's go.

Wait.

Dad?

With or without you, which will it be?

-Golden days?
-Or sadly just me?

With or without you, which will it be?

-Will it rain?
-Or will it be sunny?

I spend every day
In hope and in fear

Till I see from your face

Your answer is clear

You're going to be great, Dad.

Come on.

And now for our last-but-one
concert band.

That's right, Jan. The following
concert band is called En Avant

and comes from the picturesque village
of Vierlemont.

If their playing matches their uniforms…

-Uniforms? Is that what you call them?
-Is it worth us playing?

Will En Avant represent Belgium
at the European grand final?

I doubt it.

-That guy's brilliant.
-He's just playing to the gallery.

-Those tricks aren't difficult.
-Shhh, Willy.

Playing to the gallery
seems to have worked.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
your marks please for En Avant.

That very high score puts En Avant
in first place, I think.

Yes, Caroline,
En Avant is currently in the lead.

We'll never beat them.

-Is it worth you playing?
-Hey, pretty boy, less of this.

-Hugues, come on.
-What did she mean?

The next contestants are the
St Cecilia concert band from Staaikerke.

Yes, from Staaikerke, Caroline.
The St Cecilia royal concert band.

As you know, the concert band that
wins the European grand final next month

will become the European Union's
musical ambassador.

And will represent the European Union…

-We've come a long way, thanks to you.
-We did it together. Here.

I'm certain they all want to do that,
especially their conductor--

-Jozef Fonteyne.
-One, two, three, up!

-I don't agree. It's about the emotion.
-You don't have to agree. Listen to me.

We are a group, we're not
Hugues & The Hollywood Bananas.

OK. But they liked it.

-Well? Not bad, eh?
-It's OK.

One, two, three.

Willy!
What are you doing?

-Willy! Help!
-Hey! Someone!

It's Willy, the soloist.

-He collapsed on stage.
-Come on.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

-And?
-Nothing.

-What happened?
-We don't know.

Starting CPR.

My dear Caroline,
ladies and gentlemen.

The doctors are doing all they can
but the show must go on.

And so, members of the jury,
your marks please for St Cecilia.

We're going to shock him.
Move back everyone.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I think we have a tie.

A tie, ladies and gentlemen.
We have two winners.

-First place for En Avant…
-And for St Cecilia.

-A tie…
-With the Walloons.

Due to the exceptional circumstances,
we have decided that not one--

But two concert bands will represent
Belgium at the European grand final.

-That was a sympathy vote.
-We'd have won if their guy hadn't died.

Who's going to tell Willy's wife?

We'd like to ask the two conductors
to join us on stage.

The conductors, please.

My condolences,
your soloist was very talented.

Thank you.

My condolences.
We are all going to miss Willy.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, the funeral.

No wonder that I cry

That I cry out in pain

Now we aren't together

Life's no longer the same

Every hour without you

Lasts for eternity

So it's no surprise

It's with you I long to be

Oh, oh, sweetheart, come to me

Oh, oh, oh, close to me

Can't you see
I'm so unhappy?

Oh, oh, come to me

Oh, oh, oh, close to me

Can't you see
I'm so unhappy?

No wonder that I cry

That I cry, torn apart

Now I have to live

-Here you go.
-Thanks.

With a broken heart

We're in a right fix now.
It's just like at Alkmaar.

-He's here. Just in time.
-Right.

And now Kenny
with Willy's favourite solo.

It was Willy's fingers on the valves.
It really was.

I've never played that well before.
Never!

Thank you.

Right, how are we going to solve this?

With all due respect, Mr Byl,
the final was buried together with Willy.

We'll be a laughing stock without him.

Together we're good, Mr Byl.
Even very good.

But when it came to solos,
there was only Willy.

Problems are there to be solved.
Byl doesn't sponsor quitters.

St Cecilia is going
to the European final.

Really, Elke.
You can do it.

If we give up now,
my Willy will have died for nothing.

What we need
is someone like that young Walloon.

True…

Why someone like him, Dad?

OK everyone, keep your eyes open
and seize your chance if you get one.

-Right, the four points.
-Grand-pa's hot-seat.

And what does it stand for?

-Grand final, pay, hotel, eating.
-Eating.

-OK.
-Grand final, pay, hotel, eating…

WELCOME

Hurry up,
the Flemish always arrive on time.

-Why were they coming, again?
-To get to know us better, they said.

-They invited themselves.
-They will never tame him

-The proud Flemish lion
-Nazir…

-Too much?
-Yes.

Wow…

They do like showing people
how wealthy they are.

Yes. I prefer our old coach
without heating too.

-Madam Mayor.
-Welcome, call me Arlette.

-A kiss?
-Hello.

Hello.

-Damien.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-How are you?

-Was the drive here OK?
-Yes.

-Long live Belgium!
-That'll do, Nazir.

-They always overdo it.
-It's the same in Flanders.

What do you think of twinning
Vierlemont with Staaikerke?

I would be honoured.

-We'll put it to the vote on Tuesday.
-We vote using the Chinese system.

Arlette proposes something
and all we have to do is agree to it.

-You'd like to see the factory first?
-Yes.

-Come with me then.
-OK.

You're dead!

LOCKER ROOM

Did you clock in for me?

I was expecting you last night.

-I was working on my piece all night.
-All night.

Michel will be over the moon.
Thank you. Kiss kiss.

Hugues?

Excuse me.

Hello, Christina. How are you?
Oh, you look lovely.

Tell me, tell me that you love me

Even if it's untrue

And we don't stand a chance

Life is so sad

Tell me that you love me

Every day's the same

I need some romance

Lonely lovers

In a dead city

Imaginary lovers

Why is that such a pity?

If only our life were like
In a perfect film

-Have you just got here?
-I clocked in on time.

OK, it's because
I wanted to give you this.

-You'll be proud of your little brother.
-Because you're late again?

-That's not fair. Again?
-Some days you don't come at all.

Another boss would fire you.
You're not twelve anymore.

-I'm fed up with it.
-The factory's not my thing, this is.

Take a look at it, I've never written
anything that good before.

Look at that.

Did you hear that?
We're going to win the final.

The Flemish are here.

At least take a look.
Tell me what you think.

-It's not bad.
-Not bad?

-We'll include it in our repertoire.
-What do you mean?

Listen. The band has discussed it
and it's too risky for the final.

-We want to play it safe.
-"J'Aime la Vie" always works.

I'm sick of "J'Aime la Vie"!
Michel, you promised me.

If we reached the final,
we'd do my piece.

We'll play it later.

I want all of Europe to hear it.
That's why I won the final.

And we did nothing?
Everything is always about Hugues.

-And The Hollywood Bananas.
-Shut up, clarinet!

-We'll discuss it later.
-You're breaking your promise.

-I need to go to the toilet.
-They're over there.

I'll be right back.

-What's going on now?
-It's about his piece for the final.

No way.

Sorry for the delay.
Welcome, colleague.

-Welcome.
-Let's start at the beginning.

-How many people work here?
-No one, we're in Wallonia.

It varies.
25 people at present.

Go on!

Oh oh, I am worried
Oh oh, I am worried

Oh oh, I am worried
And that troubles me

-I've got a proposal for you.
-The snake in the grass!

GRAND-PA'S HOT-SEAT

You come and play the trumpet for us.

We'll pay you 10,000 euros
and 2,000 cash in hand.

-What a traitor! A real traitor!
-Hotel and food are also included.

-And if St Cecilia wins…
-I don't believe it!

…you'll get a bonus.
5,000 euros extra. Not bad, eh?

-What a Judas! It's so unfair!
-Pardon?

Oh oh, I have worries
Oh oh, I have worries

Oh oh, I have worries…

-Where is he?
-Elke!

He called me a Judas and a traitor.

-They're going to lynch us, Elke.
-Andries.

I want to go home, Elke.

Sir? Sir?

What are you doing here?
You should be in the canteen.

I think you forgot this.
It is yours, isn't it?

I glanced at it, it's very good.

-I know.
-It's daring and original.

It's exactly the kind of thing
St Cecilia is looking for.

You did a nice job.

-Hold on, hold on. What's your name?
-Elke.

Tell me, Elke. That strange guy
with his proposal just now…

Was he talking on your behalf too?

If only we had a piece like that
for the final.

En Avant is really lucky.

Uh, yes.

-See you at the final!
-And thanks for the visit.

-Long live peace between people!
-That'll do, Nazir.

Well?

-He said no?
-No.

-He said yes?
-No. He didn't say that either.

You can't do business with those guys.

Good morning morning, hello

Good morning, good morning

Pleased to see you again

Good morning, good morning

Hello, everyone

Thank you for the lavish welcome

Happiness is simple
If you want it to be

Happiness is simple, yes it is

Happiness is simple
If you want it to be

Happiness is…

-Like cycling without hands
-Bonjour.

The world is a stage where
We all are acting

We all have our castle in the air
Made for sharing

If we don't get that much
We don't really care

Even the smallest share
Is more than fair

On sunny days
Forget all the quarrelling

And throw all rancour
In the bin

Arlette, they've written about you.

Like a spider's web
Brush your troubles away

Save your night's dreams
Until the next day

Free the mermaids

From the fishing nets

And let the music

Comfort us

Good morning morning
I can't complain

Good morning, good morning

Because I am here again next to you

Get off! That's Willy chair, no one else
is sitting there as long as I live.

-Any news?
-Nothing.

We'll do it without him then.

Come on, let's get started.
From bar seven.

I've changed the arrangements a bit.

-We have to allow our soloist to shine.
-Our absent soloist.

-Has anyone seen Hugues?
-He's probably still in bed.

Yes. But whose bed?

We'll start without him.
From the beginning.

No, it's not moderato.
It's vivace. Understand? Vi-va-ce.

The funeral is over.
With all respect for Willy.

With or without a soloist,
I want everyone to give 200%.

Understand?
Right, again, from bar seven.

Everyone together, please. Those who
come in too late will be fined 10 euros.

-Now what?
-You were looking for a soloist?

-Welcome to St Cecilia.
-There's a space here.

Hey, Kenny. Kenny.

Here I am again next to you

-Honestly, guys…
-Come on.

Everyone. Patrick.
Da capo.

Just a moment, please.

That's it, thanks.

-Yes?
-Hello, madam.

-Are you paying for the taxi?
-Yes, sure.

It's 270 euros, without the tip.

Olé!

-Is it here?
-Yes, that way.

Looks nice.

Hey, Hugues!

Come for a drink with me later
in the bar? My treat.

And you haven't got time, Elke.

-I promise. She's cute.
-Focus on the final, please.

You pay me to play,
the rest is my business.

Welcome to the Happy Hearts hotel.
This is our best room.

It'll be fine. Very nice.

See you later.

Let's agree on something.
I am not your maid.

-Hey! Be careful, will you?
-Carry your own junk in future.

-How did En Avant react to your transfer?
-I've no idea.

You didn't tell them?

Food and drink are included,
so if you want anything, ask Brigitte.

-By the way, I need a turntable.
-A what?

Don't you know what that is?
A record player.

-Darling?
-I'll look for one.

Oh, there you are.

Renaat, my fiancé.

What do you play?

-Pardon?
-He's not a member of St Cecilia.

No, the sponsor.

-How do you say sponsor in French?
-Sponsor.

-Oh yes, Construct…
-Byl.

I'll send you our rehearsal schedule.
And don't be late.

-Bye, sponsor.
-Bye, soloist.

Elke, Elke.

Focus on the final, please.

Don't forget my turntable!

-Arrogant Walloon!
-Send him home then.

I think he's too young to replace Willy.

-You're jealous!
-No, I'm not.

Yes, you are, a bit.

When a boy takes a girl out
for a walk, he asks…

Honestly…

When a boy takes a girl out
for a walk, he asks…

Do you love me?

Before and after the girl
lets herself be kissed, she asks…

Do you love me?

And this repeated question
Makes the lovebirds very happy

There's no better answer than a kiss

They are as happy as can be

Do you love me, m'aimez vous
Shatz, liebst du mich, that means…

Do you love me?

Yes I love you, je vous aime
Ich liebe dich, that means…

I love you so much

And the world keeps turning
Because there's romance in the air

That's why I'm asking
If you love me with musical flair

What are you doing?
-Hold on.

When a boy takes a girl out
for a walk, he asks…

Do you love me?

Before and after the girl
lets herself be kissed, she asks…

Do you love me?

And maybe a few years later
The lovebirds are so happy

Because one, two, three, four little kids
Have joined the family

-Where are we?
-In our house.

Well, in our garden.

The living room will be there, the kitchen
there. A swimming pool in the garden.

-My parents are giving us the ground.
-What?

Jozef has provided champagne.

Or is it cava, Jozef?
That's just as good, eh?

-To the happy couple.
-To us winning the final.

Has Hugues settled in?
-En Avant can pack their bags.

There's no chance he'll feel remorse
or get homesick?

With what we are paying him
plus a daily allowance? I doubt it.

And there's always Carla.
For the nightly allowance.

-Honestly!
-Let me show you the house.

The door is here.
With a big entrance hall.

And here is the living room.
With big windows.

Has your daughter already told you
who's going to be my successor?

-Renaat?
-He'll carry on doing what he's good at.

Playing golf with clients.

Your daughter
is going to run my business.

I'll make it all official
after the marriage.

In the morning you can walk to work
and I can walk to the golf course.

Our house is exactly in the middle.

It's perfect.

-Fantastic, eh?
-Cheers, guys.

We're upstairs now.
Cheers.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Love me
Like flowers love the sun

Tenderly because
The sun makes them bloom

Love me
Like the stars love the darkness

My love

I am in love with you

My heart's beating frantically

Please, I beg you, believe me

My head is spinning like a top

And my heart's beating like crazy,
non-stop

Please don't say no
I want only you

You for always

This is the very first time

Wow, he's good-looking!

I've never been in love
Like I am with you

I'm walking around in a dream

Because I love you so

Long, long live love
Long, long live the sun

I'm so happy these days
You don't know what you've done

That'll do.
All these deliveries are waiting.

I want you, stay with me
Please love me, don't leave

I want you, stay with me
Please love me, love me please

Hugues!

-Changed your mind?
-So Nazir was right.

-You will play my piece after all?
-Your piece?

Did you betray us
for the sake of your ego?

Does that surprise you?

I know
You lied to me

I know
You've betrayed me

Look who's talking!

Please don't try
To sweet talk me

I've paid the price
You see

-It's over for me
-It's over for me

No!

Leave me alone with my heart
My hurt is too great

My tears and my pain tear me apart

Go, leave me to my fate!

Leave and live your life
With another

Even though we are through
My heart still shouts I love you

I love you

Of course
You don't understand

Of course
You were all I had

Believe me
It's best for us that way

Which is why I say today
It's over for me

It's over for me

Where is he?

-He can still play?
-You've got me.

-Has he seen a doctor?
-No, lots of nurses though.

-Tell me if it stings.
-Be careful. Yes, there.

You wanted to know En Avant's reaction?
Here is your answer.

-You weren't worried about me?
-Not at all.

I came to tell you
I've found you a record player.

Oh, right.

ENTRANCE

-Do you row?
-No. Renaat does.

He's always been very sporty.
This place was used to hold parties.

-Let's see…
-There you are.

-I don't know if it still works.
-We'll try it. Excuse me.

-OK?
-Hold on.

Listen to this.
I learnt all I know from this.

I swear.

I used to play this with Michel.

We saw ourselves playing jazz clubs
in Chicago, New York, New Orleans.

We vowed to go together.

That's why I thought
he at least would understand me.

What is that?

It was the opening dance
at my parents' wedding.

"Tombe la Neige".

That's what my mum told me.

Is she…?

Yes.

She died 5 years ago.

It was the Benelux grand final
in the Netherlands that evening.

But Mum was too ill.

So Dad stayed with her.

But St Cecilia played anyway.

-Without Jozef?
-It was a disaster.

The audience laughed and whistled
at them. The Alkmaar flop.

No one wanted to play
in the concert band after that.

My dad became depressed.

What about you?

I don't know.

We will win the final.
Do you hear me?

What's that?
What did you pull off the wall?

-Nothing.
-Nothing?

-What is that? Let me see.
-No.

-Show me.
-No. Quit it.

It's a photo.
What's it of? What's it of?

Don't ever do that again.

Snow is falling
This evening you won't come back

Snow is falling

And my heart is dressed in black

This silky cavalcade

Wrapped in pale tears

The bird in the tree here

Laments the spell laid

This evening you won't come back

My despair is black

Snow is falling…

Elke!

Elke!

-Hi!
-Hi!

When are you coming for a fitting?

-For what?
-Your wedding dress.

Oh, as soon as I can.

-I'm just really busy with the final.
-You've been saying that for two months.

This evening, 8 o'clock.

If you don't come, I'll keep the dress
and marry Renaat myself.

Hugues!

Can you try some variations
at bar 21?

-A bit of variation at bar 21?
-Yes, that's a good idea.

Right. We'll start again from 16.

Ladies! We appreciate your enthusiasm,

but could you keep your applause
until the end of band practice?

-I can't play like that.
-You can't play, full stop.

Come on, Kenny!

What's the matter with him?

-Move!
-Calm down.

Maybe we'll call it a day then.

Jozef?

Oh yeah. We've still got Hugues's piece.

Shall we try it?

Try to follow closely.

Hello, Elke speaking.

Now we all sound like Kenny.

That's normal the first time.

You have to learn to play jazz.
Things will improve. We'll get there.

In the last part we lose…

We lose the rest of the band a bit.

-The group as a whole.
-I'll rework it for next time.

-What? There's going to be a next time?
-It'll be the last time.

Can I have everyone's attention?
I've got some good news.

As European finalists
we've been invited to give a concert

-on national television this Sunday.
-Really?

-What did she say?
-St Cecilia is going to be on television.

Tine, Hugues hasn't got a uniform.

Can you come and try one on
this evening, Hugues?

We'll do it another time, eh?

No, Andries.
Of course not.

No one wants a second Alkmaar.
I definitely don't.

Here, the Dominican Republic.
My parents loved it.

-They've got honeymoon packages.
-How about a road trip in the States?

New York, Chicago,
New Orleans.

No, Andries…

-A bit of adventure.
-Adventure?

Yeah, right. See you tomorrow.

They keep phoning. We're not going
to play that piece at the final?

Let Hugues think we are, Dad.

He'll soon realize
it's not good enough.

Otherwise we'll tell him.

-His brother has already tried that.
-But he has nowhere else to go now.

That's harsh.

Finished.
Are you going?

Here, Yucatan Golf Resort.

All snacks and drinks included,
even on the beach.

And evenings full
of surprising festivities.

-Golf for me and adventure for you.
-The new shirts.

Ordered last week in Foshan. And as the
Chinese say: "Just in time delively."

-What's that?
-Good, isn't it?

-No TV camera can ignore that.
-We're a concert band, not a billboard.

Jozef, after the disaster at Alkmaar,
you begged me to save your concert band.

If you've forgotten
how much Byl has invested in St Cecilia,

ask your daughter,
she knows the figures.

So I'm entitled to something
in return, eh? Thank you.

Renaat.

Yucatan. I can't wait.

I'm not wearing that.

Are you OK?

-I don't believe it.
-What are they doing here?

Those Walloons aren't going to be
on our Flemish TV?

-No, that's for Walloon TV.
-On the same day?

That's sabotage.
Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, please.
Look this way for a photo.

-Please.
-Can the conductors shake hands?

I thought you were an honourable man.
I was wrong.

Hugues obviously wasn't happy
at En Avant.

Of course,
it's nothing to do with you.

"I didn't know!"

-But…
-Bastard!

OK, thank you.

Some more in the corridor. Follow me.

-Collaborator!
-Traitor.

Don't worry about it.

-I really thought they would attack us.
-They weren't very happy.

They are a bunch of poor losers.

And Hugues here
remained as cool as his jazz.

Good morning and welcome to Radar

where every Sunday we scour the
country in search of amazing stories.

We have a varied programme, including
a little known piece of Flemish history

and one of the best concert bands
in the whole of Europe.

-I'm going to do some work.
-Fine.

It's no "Tombe la Neige",
but it's not bad.

Fortunately a document by a Martin
Kals from Bruges has been preserved…

Dad, isn't Hugues here?

Where is Hugues?

Maybe he went to work on Carla.

-It was Patrick.
-You laughed.

-Where is the Walloon?
-Andries, Fernand, come with me!

Only 60 seconds to go.

…your book:
Martin Kals, the Flemish Marco Polo.

Thank you for coming.

Hugues?

Hugues?

Hugues?

-Come on, pal. They're waiting for you.
-Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll play with you.

Right, muggins here
saves the day again.

Hugues!

Oh oh, I am worried
Oh oh, I am worried

Oh oh, I am worried
And that troubles me

After the sad death of Willy,
everyone wondered

what the point was of St Cecilia being
in the final, or is that too negative?

It was a difficult time, but fortunately
there is solidarity among musicians.

-So we…
-You can clearly see the logo, eh?

…asked a Walloon trumpet player
to help us out.

He immediately agreed.

-Here is the man in question now.
-This isn't good.

Welcome, Hugues.

I am the king of the sofa.

It was very noble of you
to replace the unfortunate Willy.

Why St Cecilia?

I saw a flash, in four colours.

No, why St Cecilia?
That's a good question.

One day in the rain
A girl she came to me

A doll made of cellophane
Chinese hair

A plaster, a wooden stare

She drank my beer from a spear
Made of glue

Like an Indian in his igloo

Life's great for me

Life's great for me

Life's great for me, me, me, me

Life's great for me

You could clearly see the logo, eh?

Of course this final is important.

But, as musicians,
we have certain ethics.

I hear something is happening
on the Flemish channel.

I don't know if-- Yes? We can see
some pictures? I'll watch with you.

Hey, that bird
Is absurd

An alley cat
Doing it on the door mat

Screwed and shattered and satisfied

You are the king of the sofa
She said to me in a coma

No, not our flag!

Life's great for me

I preferred his own piece.

Right up their Flemish arse!

Hugues! Hey! Is that how you plan
to win the final for us?

Why did you do that?
Answer me.

You paid far too much
for this crap musician.

You're not crap.
Is it because of what those guys said?

My piece…
Will you play it in the final?

Yes…

Hold on.

Taxi!

We still have to play.

They said that was
enough entertainment for today.

-Aren't you coming?
-There isn't a final without Hugues, Dad.

Go on, I'll find my own way home.

-Thanks, that was it.
-Well done, En Avant.

-Nice piece.
-Well played, soloist.

-It wasn't faultless.
-But honest and full of emotion.

She has some nerve, coming here.

Sorry, miss,
but Hugues's guarantee has expired.

He can't be returned or exchanged.

Proud of yourself?
He looked very happy.

He left without…
Do you know where I can find him?

It's not my problem.

You look a right idiot now

Try the Blue Jazz in the town centre.

-He sometimes sleeps there.
-Thank you.

Good evening.

We're closed.

-Is Hugues here?
-No.

-I heard him playing.
-No.

-Are you the one who upset him?
-Not at all.

Maybe.

OK.

Go on.

You talk so sweetly

And you lie so honestly
That you almost believe it too

Everything promised him by you

And I, I really love you

And I, I really love you

And I, I really love you

-Still voicemail.
-Jozef, can we…

Fabienne, I'm in no mood to think about
oyster white, lily white or cream.

I've lost my soloist.
And my daughter.

That Walloon isn't coming back?

At golf they asked me
if Byl is a brand of whisky.

Dad doesn't think it's funny.

-Darling?
-Elke? Where were you?

Renaat… It was terrible.

I spent all night looking for him.
I went from one bar to another.

I had to fight off drunkards and letches.

One time they even held a knife
to my throat.

Brussels!

-But did you find him?
-I didn't find Hugues.

This one.

What are we going to do now?

Elke!

I don't know anymore, Dad.

-You've still got Kenny.
-Problem solved.

Look. The seating plan.

Brigitte? Yes? He is…

Thank you.

-Hugues is back.
-What?

Dad, it's best
if I speak to him on my own.

He owes me an explanation.
And an apology.

-He owes the whole of St Cecilia one too.
-But you have to work with him.

Without you there I can say things
to him that you can't.

Give him a good telling off!

It's open.

Why did you come back?

I promised you
I would play in the final.

You will have to apologize.
To the band.

Why did you leave
without saying anything?

What was I supposed to say?

The handsome guy seduced me too.
There you are.

Pleased with yourself?

Is that what you think?

The gangsters of love
Are birds of prey

They struck again today
No mercy on display

Virtue, though
Has its benefits

But how do you say no

To temptation, do you know?

Virtue, though
Has its benefits

But how do you say no

To temptation, do you know?

-Temptation…
-Temptation…

Temptation, yes…
Temptation…

-Stop, stop, stop.
-Hi, Elke!

Hi.

In two, eh? No, here.
Honestly!

Oh, Elke, I was on my way to see you.
Look what I've got with me.

Make sure Renaat doesn't see it.

Are you OK?

Renaat… Does he love me?
Does he really love me?

Honestly, Elke.
Renaat has always wanted to marry you.

All of Staaikerke knows that.
Renaat and Elke, that is forever.

The wealthy prince.
And we never stood a chance.

And it's not as if we didn't try.

Wedding bells are ringing

But not for me

Everyone is waving

But not at me

It's for you and another

The other is my best friend

And I wonder

Whether I deserved this kind of end?

The party can start

But I won't be there

People singing with all their heart

But I won't be there

You sent me an invitation

And I sent you my best…

-She's got pre-wedding nerves.
-Looks like it.

Tell me, tell me that you love me

Even if it's untrue

And we don't stand a chance

Life is so sad

Tell me that you love me

Every day's the same

I need some romance

Very good, thank you. Thank you.

HUGUES
INCOMING CALL

Same time tomorrow.
It's our last one.

-Yes?
-Am I calling at a bad time?

No, band practice has just finished.
Where are you?

-Back in Staaikerke.
-Did they enjoy your TV performance?

I don't know.

Listen, I called to tell you…

I've finished my piece,
really finished it.

In fact, I totally changed it.

-You were right.
-Was I?

Something was missing.

And now I know what.

A heart.

Will we hear it at the final?

Yes, probably…

No?

Good luck, Michel.

Hugues?

What are you doing here?

-I'm waiting for you.
-You're waiting for me?

Yes, I'm waiting for you.

Would anyone have missed him?

Shall I tell you something?
I never thought we needed him.

We did fine without him.

As if none of our own people
could replace Willy.

What about Kenny?
He's never been given a fair chance.

The way you played at Willy's funeral,
for example.

It still moves me.

Hello, everyone.

Hugues has something to say.

I'm sorry about the television.
I really am.

That was short and sweet. So…

That's why he wants
to say sorry with this.

Not another idiotic piece, Jozef?

It's our last rehearsal.
The final is tomorrow.

We'll play it to warm up, then go through
our repertoire for tomorrow.

-A waste of time.
-It'll be Alkmaar all over again.

Are we going to the final, or not?

That's really good.

It's a good thing
you brought him back.

And I don't need to know
what you had to do to persuade him.

Look how happy your father is.

I haven't seen him like this
since your mother died.

We're not going to jeopardize that,
are we, Elke?

We're agreed then.

It's called "Blue Jazz".

How about that for our opening dance?

So beautiful, so blonde and so alone

Why, I fail to see

So beautiful, so blonde and so alone

That really shouldn't be

Lonely girl

Whose sadness is clear

Not a single boy

Is worth your tears

What are you doing here?

Give Romeo a balcony
and he will seek out his Juliet…

Watch out,
someone will see you. Idiot.

I wanted to know
what you thought of my piece.

-It was… OK.
-Is that all?

It was very OK.

You are so beautiful.

You are so beautiful, so beautiful.
Come here.

I'm going to ask your father
to marry us.

-You can't.
-I can, he's the mayor.

You can't, I'm going to marry Renaat.

-You don't love him.
-Who says so? I do love Renaat.

What happened in Brussels
was a mistake, Hugues.

Nothing happened, OK?

Making love is nothing?

Making love, what a really
stupid expression for just having sex.

Who came up with that?

What you do with Renaat is make love,
is that it?

What did you expect?

You play a number
and I have to drop everything?

And go with you to New York,
Chicago, New Orleans.

Don't misunderstand me.
Your Walloon warmth becomes you.

That's why St Cecilia asked you.

But us Flemish, we are different.
We are loyal, we keep our promises.

That's the difference between us.

All the rest is in your head.
It really is.

Slowly ticks the clock
Marking passing time

The game between you and me
Ends without a sign

The game of love
A fire so sublime

The flame burnt brightly
But for a short time

You stole my heart
You stole my dream

It will again never be
You and me

A lost heart, a lost dream
I am alone

I would've given you everything
Everything I could

A lost heart, a lost dream
I should have known

You were everything and more to me

I call your name, you don't reply

You don't think of me
And the tears you've made my cry

No more hope, no more flame

For you love is just a game

A lost heart, a lost dream

Happiness is no more
Of that I'm sure

I'm sure

It's everything you've worked for, Elke.

You should be proud.

Your mother is, I'm sure.

I miss her too.

Or is it something else?

Stage fright.

What is going on?

-Where's the coach?
-Everything's gone.

What's gone?

-Everything. Everything.
-Everything.

-All the uniforms, all the instruments.
-There's nothing left, Jozef.

Great, you're still here.
I thought I'd got the time wrong.

-Where's all our stuff?
-Stolen.

-What?
-Hold on. Got the time wrong?

Father Dieumerci came for his rolls
and said he'd seen our coach leave.

-What's going on?
-I know.

-Who isn't here?
-Ben, Wilfried, thingy… Raymond.

-Above all?
-Who? Hugues?

Yes! He never intended to play with us.

Don't you get it? He waited until
the day of the final to strike.

-Goddammit!
-A mole? A Walloon Judas?

He bewitched us with his music.

The Pied Piper of Vierlemont.
He caught us all.

That was Brigitte. He's not at
the hotel and his luggage is gone.

-Maybe he slept somewhere else?
-At Carla's?

-She'd like nothing better.
-Ow! Cut it out, will you?

-Hugues wouldn't do something like that.
-Why not?

-We also tricked En Avant.
-I was always against that.

Why did you have to bring in
that Walloon?

-We were going to lose.
-Now we can't even take part.

I should never have allowed myself
to be persuaded.

St Cecilia sold its soul
and now we are paying the price.

-I did it for you.
-Sure about that, Elke?

You wanted us to win at any cost.

-The name Byl will suit you.
-That's not fair.

We gave it our all and now we can't
take part in the final, that isn't fair.

I could smack someone in the mouth!

-Hello, Luc.
-Hi, Marc, how are you?

-Hello, Sandrine.
-Hi, how are you?

-Go for it, En Avant.
-That'll do, Nazir.

-Hi.
-Hi, Michel. You OK?

-Yes, and you?
-Yes, I'm fine.

What is that?

It's over.

There are three hours until
the final starts. It's not over.

I've always admired your passion, Jozef.

Hey, hey, hey!
Where are you going?

-We're going home.
-What about the final?

-Jozef…
-It's Alkmaar all over again.

-No, it's worse.
-I'm fed up with hearing that.

As far as I know,
no one has died this time.

We still have the most important thing.

Our love of music.

We never used to need all that stuff.

We practised in an old cinema
with a screen and a camera.

-It's called a projector, Jozef.
-Shut up, you.

And who was our conductor?
A mumbling priest.

But it worked. We were on fire.
We had style.

We were full of passion.

I want to play in the final, Jozef.
But what do we use as instruments?

The music school?

The music school.
We'll use their instruments.

How do we get to Brussels
without a coach?

In our own vehicles.

-We haven't got any uniforms.
-Black trousers and the old shirts.

Those without the logo.

If we go in our own vehicles, will we get
a kilometre allowance from the council?

-40 cents per kilometre, minimum.
-Declared or cash in hand?

Declared or cash in hand?
I'm not writing out an invoice.

Oh, Hugues. Honestly…

It is to compensate
for St Cecilia's dishonesty.

Renaat?
What are you two doing here?

Ciao, adieu, bye-bye
I have to let you go

Let you go.

Ciao, adieu, bye-bye
It's over for us and so…

Over? Renaat, we need to talk…

Ciao, adieu
We don't belong together anymore

No, Renaat.
How can you say that?

Ciao, adieu, bye-bye

And au revoir

Renaat…

-We don't want it.
-We want to win honestly.

-Guys, put everything back on the coach.
-Goddammit…

Ciao, adieu, bye-bye…

-Half? That's not reasonable?
-What do you mean, not reasonable?

Half isn't fair.

It's simple. I suggest
30 cents declared and 20 cash in hand.

Does everyone agree?

Jozef, we…

-Where's Jozef?
-And Carla?

Gone to Brussels.

Carla said that, if necessary, it would
just be the two of them on stage.

Music school first, then get our cars
and meet by the motorway in 30 minutes.

What a shame for St Cecilia,
no instruments and uniforms.

Your sympathy becomes you, Damien.

Punish me if you want, Renaat.
But leave St Cecilia out of it, please.

-If we leave for Brussels now…
-Renaat!

Ciao, adieu, bye-bye
And au revoir

-Shall we go?
-OK.

Isn't that…?

Oh no.

What are you doing here?

I love your daughter, Jozef. I can't bear
the idea of her marrying Renaat.

-You can use my piece for the final.
-But she's nothing without you.

Nor is your piece.

-So who's got our coach?
-What?

Someone stole our coach and our stuff
and I'm starting to realize who and why.

-What will you do now?
-Play anyway.

-The two of you?
-Or the three of us?

-I'm going to smack him in the mouth…
-Kenny!

-Where is our coach?
-How should I know? Look!

Where is it? In his trouser pocket?
Use your brain.

-So who's got our coach?
-Doesn't matter, we've got our soloist.

-To Brussels!
-To Brussels! Let's go!

To Brussels!

-Come on.
-To Brussels!

Come on.

Where is my instrument?

Are you St Cecilia?

-St Cecilia.
-Yes.

-Where is my trombone?
-Anyone seen a saxophone for me?

-Where is Daniel?
-Baritone sax spotted?

We are only here for the final.

If the Flemish try to provoke us,
we will respond with music.

-Understood?
-Yes.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, Michel, thank you, Michel!

Would you rather wait inside?

Yes.

-Nice uniforms.
-And great instruments.

Do we still need to play?

Good luck anyway.

Oh…

We know, you are worried
and you aren't the only one.

-Elke has got our instruments.
-What?

OK, let me through.

Whose is this?

-Clarinet.
-Enjoy yourselves.

-Thanks.
-Take it easy.

He's inside.

Go on, Hugues.

Go play with your friends.

What's got into you, Jozef?

You can, no, you must marry my daughter
but you can't play with us.

What?

Jozef, do you want us to lose?
You're a traitor.

What are you doing?

Be quiet, you.
This is between Flemings.

Do you know what you are?
A bad Fleming.

-What are you doing?
-What's going on?

Are you crazy?

-Hey, pal!
-Kenny!

Hey, watch out!

Hey! Keep your hands off my brother!

Michel, no!

-I have worries.
-No…

From Belgium,
the En Avant concert band.

Hey, stop it!

Stop it! Oh!

-Let me see.
-He's broken my nose.

Here you are,
I found this in my car.

-Right.
-Guys.

Disqualified. The competition--

Was supposed to exemplify
peace and collaboration.

They said that the Belgians--

Are the disgrace of Europe. I'm sure
it was the French who kicked us out.

-No, no, the Dutch.
-Are they like that too?

Like that too? They're worse.

Together?

Together

We are different, it's clear

But knowledge crosses the years

Simply together

This world has a special style

The beautiful consort with the vile

To defend ourselves

Everything we are dealt
And everything we offer

To understand each other

Why does it have to be in French?

-Together
-Together

-Together
-Together

Discover what we've been given

Together

Experience the same feeling

With a heart that's trembling

With or without you, which will it be?

We are different, it's clear

With or without you, which will it be?

Simply together
you, which will it be?