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(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

HARRY: (IN ENGLISH) Good, next.

(PIANO KEYS TUNING)

Good, next.

(PIANO KEYS TUNING)

-Moving on to D.
-What?

Moving on to D.

Not yet, G's not right.

Are you wearing
your hearing aids?

Don't worry
about my hearing aids.

You forced it too fast,
it's growly. I can feel it.

WOMAN: Excuse me, repair guys?

-(DOG WHIMPERING)
-(BABY TALKING TO DOG)

(SIGHS) This fucking...

Yes, ma'am?

WOMAN: The toilet's leaking.
Can you fix it?

What'd she say?

WOMAN: I'll give you
an extra hundred.

What?

She wants us to fix the toilet.

Fix... What?

She'll pay us $100
to fix the toilet.

WOMAN: Okay, fine, 150.

Do we look like plumbers?

No, we don't fix toilets,
we're piano tuners.

We fix pianos.

Okay, 200.

Five hundred, we'll talk.

That's the ugliest fucking dog
I've ever seen.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

She's standing right there.
She can hear you.

HARRY: Hold on to the D.

HENRY: I want to tell you something
about tuna fish, okay?

NIKI: What do you want
to tell me about tuna fish?

HARRY: Big tunas
have much more mercury.

NIKI: What?
HARRY: You can get sick

from having too much mercury
in your body.

Did you know that?

So, I stopped eating big tunas.

You just ate a fucking
tuna salad sandwich.

Yeah, I know, but sometimes
we don't give a fuck.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNORING)

-(GRUNTS)
-NIKI: Let's go.

It's not cholesterol
you gotta worry about.

It's called, uh...
Starts with an "I".

Don't worry about cholesterol,
worry about...

(FRUSTRATED SIGH)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Uh, sorry, can I help you?

Good afternoon, mum... Ma'am.

Harry Horowitz from
the Harry Horowitz's Fine...

(SIGHS) ...Piano, uh,
Tune and Repair.

NIKI: What do you want for lunch?

I don't want dementia.

Why do people like hamburgers?

Did they have hamburgers
when you were a kid?

Oh, you cocksucker.

(PIANO KEYS PLAY)

Nobody plays the piano.

It's tragic.
It still needs a tune up.

-May I say that your...
-Bobby!

Bobby! Some guys
are here to fix the piano.

Harry, what the fuck
are you talking about?

I'm saying,
you have to worry about...

I forgot the word.

-Inflammation.
-Inflammation. Inflammation.

That's what they say.
That's what kills you, inflammation.

Hold this.

No, like this.

-What?
-My arm hurts.

Where's the nearest bathroom?

Don't walk on the lawn!
What are you doing?

The lawn is a piece of shit.

HARRY: I'll have an apple.
Thank you.

MAN: Thanks for coming in
on such short notice.

Herbie Hancock's
coming in tomorrow.

You tell Herb
that Harry Horowitz said

to stay away
from the tuna fish, yeah?

He'll understand.

The mercury.

Don't fucking start.

I told him about the mercury.

It's inflammation.

Mind like a steel trap.
You're just like your dad.

That is two minutes
I'll never get back, Harry.

-(MUSIC FADES)
-(SWITCH CLICKS)

HARRY: Anyways,
on my 16th birthday,

he takes me to Birdland,

and Oscar Peterson
is playing there.

And I can see him
from where I'm sitting.

And I don't know what it is,
but there's...

I've never seen hands
play like that.

NIKI: Hmm.

Except you. You had great hands.

Why don't you play?

Why don't you play me something?

Ah, I'm pretty tired, Harry.

Come on,
play this old fart something.

(SIGHS) I'm exhausted.

We're done, Harry.
I'm... I finished.

Play me something.

(PIANO KEY RINGS)

There you go. Happy birthday.

Quit looking at me like that.

-(PIANO PLAYING)
-(HARRY HUMMING)

Damn it.

♪ The evening breeze

♪ Caressed the trees

♪ Tenderly... ♪

This was my father's
favorite song.

It was the first song that
I ever played off sheet music.

Damn!

Fucking arthritis, I can't play.

It's okay, sweetheart.

Eat, eat, eat.

Your soup will get cold.

HARRY: Niki, pass the salt.

-You don't need the salt.
-(FORK CLINKS)

You want another heart attack?

HARRY: Every time I ask...
MARLA: Sodium.

HARRY: for salt, you say,
"You don't need salt."

I know you're doing it for my benefit.
Thank you.

Did you go for burgers today?

-What?
-Did you go for burgers today?

Of course not! We had
a salad and carrot juice.

I squeezed it myself.

-You blended yourself?
-HARRY: Yes.

MARLA: Right in the store?
HARRY: Yes.

MARLA: Did you go behind
the counter and say,

-"Let me blend the carrots?"
-HARRY: No, I squeezed it.

-MARLA: Where are your hearing aids?
-What?

(LOUDER) Where are your hear...

I'm sorry, Niki. Did he have
his hearing aids today?

HARRY: Don't answer her,
just pass the salt.

No, no.

You don't need the salt,
but what you do need

is that you better find
your hearing aids,

because if you need new ones,
we have to pay out of pocket.

Do you understand that?

I know where they are.
They're in the safe.

MARLA: What? Why would you
put them in the safe?

I accidentally put my watch
in the bathroom,

and my hearing aids in the safe.

-It was a mistake.
-Okay, so go get them.

-HARRY: I can't.
-Why?

-HARRY: It won't open.
-The safe?

I can't remember
the combination.

MARLA: (SCOFFING)
It's our wedding anniversary!

I changed it.

MARLA: You changed it?
HARRY: Yes.

Okay. What did you change it to?

-I don't know.
-You don't know.

You make it sound intentional.

It'll come back to me.
It was a good number.

Better than
our wedding anniversary?

H-ee, how can you do your work
without your hearing aids?

It's not about hearing,
it's about...

-(CLINKS FORK)
-a feeling.

MARLA: Oh, pardon me.
I almost forgot.

-It's about feeling. It's...
-HARRY: Yeah.

MARLA: It's all about feeling.

HARRY: Yes. Feeling, feeling.
MARLA: Excuse me.

You need your hearing aids.
Let me see the safe.

HARRY: Niki,
I tried Marla's birthday,

I tried my birthday,
your birthday,

your dad's birthday, I tried
Dizzy Gillespie's birthday.

(CHUCKLING) You are losing
your marbles!

HARRY: Why are you on my back?
I make one mistake.

MARLA: We should call the lock guy.

HARRY: Who?
MARLA: Marty Fitzgerald.

Marty Fitzgerald's dead,
but go ahead and try him.

Okay, Niki, smash it open.
Just smash it open.

HARRY: No, don't smash it open!

Honey, it's a 1,000 years old.
Come on, smash it.

It's a perfectly good safe!

It's not perfectly good anymore.

It's two inches of steel.
It's not really smash able.

-I can take it home...
-Yes!

Take it home?
Forget it, it's too heavy.

-Let him take it home.
-MARLA: It's too heavy!

-Harry!
-HARRY: He can fix anything.

(SNORING)

Nik, Harry has
a doctor's appointment

tomorrow at noon in the city,

so you're gonna have to handle Shafitz
on your own.

Whatever you don't get through tomorrow,
don't worry.

You'll... You'll finish it
on Wednesday.

Yeah.

Oh, and there's that
house call in Alpine.

Yeah, yeah,
I'll be there by 4:00.

I'll let them know.
Get over here.

Nik?

Have you been smoking?

No.

MAN: (ON VIDEO)
Oh, how do you crack it?

You can hear
where the contact points are,

even when the safe is locked, right?

So, to a skilled safe cracker,

this is actually detectable

using touch and hearing.

The difference is
in the sound and feel.

When the fence grazes
these contact points,

it's so subtle that they're
basically imperceptible

without special equipment.

That's why it takes a trained professional
with sens...

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

But with patience and practice.

What we're listening for is
for the gate and the tumblers

to make the slightest contact
with the fence.

(METAL WHEEL CREAKING)

And now what we want to do
is keep going.

And you want to go slow
and steady.

(DIAL WHIRRING)

(DIAL CLICKING)

(WHEELS SCRAPING)

(METALLIC CLINK)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING)

(METALLIC CLINK)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(METALLIC CLINK)

(METALLIC CLINKING)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(SAFE DOOR CREAKS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(HORNS HONKING)

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE RUMBLING)

(SOUNDS STOP)

(MUFFLED MUNCHING)

WOMAN: The composition
students are preparing

for the year end showcase.

When the pianos aren't
pitched perfect,

everyone gets testy.

Start with the main stage.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Sorry.

(PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING)

GIRL: Shit! WOMAN: Ruthie?

-RUTHIE: Mm-hmm?
-The piano tuner's here.

Can you move
to one of the practice rooms?

I booked the main stage
like, a week ago.

WOMAN: We need the main stage ready
for this afternoon.

How long is it going to take?

About two hours.

-RUTHIE: Um...
-Maybe two and a half.

Hmm.

Sorry.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING)

(PIANO PLAYING)

RUTHIE: Great, thanks.

I, uh, I needled
the right hand a little

made the melody section
a bit sweeter for you.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Can you hit E flat
above middle C?

E flat? It sounded good.

-You sure?
-(PIANO KEY PLAYS)

Yeah, can I get 30 seconds?

RUTHIE: Hmm.

Twenty seconds?

-Can I...
-I'll be quick, I promise.

I have to get back to work.

-Come on, scoot over.
-I got it.

(PIANO KEY PLAYS)

(PIANO KEYS PLAY)

(PIANO KEY PLAYS)

(PIANO KEYS PLAY)

Feel the difference?

(PIANO PLAYING)

Do you have perfect pitch?

Yeah.

-What's this?
-(PIANO KEY PLAYS)

E.

(PIANO KEY PLAYS)

(SIGHS) G.

-(PIANO KEY PLAYS)
-C.

-(PIANO KEYS PLAY)
-A flat, E flat.

-(PIANO KEY PLAYS)
-B flat.

Close your eyes.
You're cheating.

(SIGHS)

(PIANO CHORD PLAYS)

A, B.

-(PIANO CHORD PLAYS)
-C, F sharp.

-(PIANO CHORD PLAYS)
-B flat, E.

-(PIANO CHORD PLAYS)
-E7 flat 9.

-(PIANO CHORD PLAYS)
-F7, sharp 5, sharp 9.

-(PIANO CHORD PLAYS)
-F sharp,

G, A, A sharp, B over D sharp.

(PIANO PLAYING)

C major 7 sharp 11, B flat 13,

F sharp minor 7 flat 5,
E7 sharp 9,

G minor 11, E major 7 sharp 5,

D sharp minor 7 flat 5,

and C sharp major triad over
an open E minor triad.

The Strauss Elektra chord.

-See ya.
-Nice.

(PIANO PLAYS)

That's every note
except F sharp.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello. Hi, hi. Um...

Could you help me
reset the router?

The Wi-Fi is not working.

(BEEPS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

-(LEAF BLOWERS RUMBLING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(IN ENGLISH)
Pass the screwdriver, sir.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING)

(IN ENGLISH) Move.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)

(LEAF BLOWERS BLOWING)

(FLOOR BUFFER RUMBLING)

MAN: Hi, hello, hi.

-You lost?
-What?

You come in someone's house,
you don't ring the bell.

Sorry, the door was open.
I'm the piano tuner.

MAN: What's wrong with the piano?

Literally no one has touched that piano
since that thing we hosted for MS last year.

No one.

Yeah, sir,

pianos slip out of tune
whether you touch them or not.

MAN: Oh, wow.

Well, that's good to know.

Like anyone can tell
the fucking difference.

WOMAN: Sorry.
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

Mr. Conway is hosting
a fundraiser tomorrow night.

-Billy Joel is performing.
-(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Uh, ma'am, I can't... (SIGHS)

I can't work
with all this noise.

Oh, gosh. I didn't even
think about that.

Can you come back
first thing in the morning?

No, I'm booked tomorrow, sorry.

Can you hang around until 8:00?

All of these guys will be gone,
you'll have the place to yourself.

-Ma'am, I...
-You know what?

-Go...
-(NIKI SIGHS)

Grab a bite on Mr. Conway.

Call me if you have any issues.

NIKI: Yeah.

(WOMAN SIGHS)

NIKI: (SIGHS) God damn it.

(SLOW INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(IMPERCEPTIBLE)

(PIANO PLAYING)

(PIANO KEY PLAYS)

(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

-(MUFFLED THUDDING)
-(CHANDELIER CLINKING)

Hello?

(MACHINERY RUNNING FAINTLY)

(FAINT SPEAKING)

NIKI: Hello?

(MACHINERY RUNNING FAINTLY)

(FAINT SPEAKING)

NIKI: Hello?

(FAINT EXCITED SPEAKING)

-(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
-(CHATTER CONTINUES LOUDER)

(LOUD MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(LOUD MACHINERY
DRILLING AND WHIRRING)

(MACHINERY STOPS)

(WITH ACCENT)
Who the fuck are you?

(SIGHS)

Piano tuner.

It looks like you're casing the place.

Looks like you're robbing the place.

(CHUCKLES)
You hear a foreign accent

and immediately you think
we are criminals?

N-No, it's just the drill.

We're installing a new security system,
okay?

Mr. Conway asked us to move
the thing from this safe

to a new safe.

A smart safe.

-URI: Bluetooth enabled.
-Much better.

Why didn't he give you
the combination?

Hey, hey, dude.

Who the fuck are you?
Insinuating accusations?

-NIKI: Hey!
-It's discriminatory.

You know how hard it is to make it
in this country with a foreign accent?

-No.
-URI: I built a company.

I employ people.

How dare you, huh?

What the fuck do you do?

I'm just a fucking
piano tuner, man.

I'm trying to do my job.
It's... It's loud. (SIGHS)

Do you know how long you're gonna be?

Hard to say.

(SIGHS)

Can you give me a ballpark?

(IN ARABIC) What is ballpark?

Rough estimate.

(IN ENGLISH) As long
as it fucking takes.

So, unless you can open the safe,
fuck off.

(STEALTHY INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(METALLIC CLINKING)

(GIGGLING)

(DIAL CLICKING, SQUEAKING
AND WHIRRING)

(CLINKING)

(CLICKS)

Holy fuck.

(EXHALES)

All right, now shut the fuck up
so I can get back to work.

(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

Tuner.

If you want to make real money,

give me a call.

(CASH REGISTER DINGS)

HARRY: You know, I used to come here
in high school with my buddy, Bob O'Dowd,

and he was in my first
jazz trio, I like to say.

And he had a fucked up hand.

He had a thumb,
and he had two fingers

and nothing else.

Great drummer.
He could even snare with it.

(CUP CLATTERS)

Shit. It's all right.

-NIKI: You all right?
-Yeah.

I'm okay.

-Go on.
-I hate when I do that.

It looks like I pissed myself.

WOMAN: Hey, Frank,
can I close out?

FRANK: Yeah, sure, honey,
I'll be right there.

Hi, nice to see you again.

Hey.

-Introduce me.
-NIKI: I don't know her name.

I'm Ruthie.

Hello, Ruthie.
I'm Harry Horowitz.

You can call me Harry,

just don't call me late
for dinner. Ba-dum-dum.

You steal that line
from my grandmother?

No, I never stole anything
in my life.

This is Niki.
He is my tuning apprentice.

He's more like my nephew,
though we're not related.

And I'll tell you one thing,
he is very eligible,

but he has a hearing condition,

as you can see from his plugs,
which are not hearing aids,

although that's
a common mistake.

He's not being rude,
it's doctor's orders.

And did I mention
he is very eligible?

-Harry.
-HARRY: What?

-Please stop.
-Here,

you want a Boston cream?

It's good fuel for class.
Thank you so much.

What sort of class?

Uh... Advanced composition.

Do you hear that, Niki?
She's advanced.

Yeah, I heard her play.
She's good.

HARRY: Yeah? It's high praise
coming from this guy,

who is a, believe it or not,
a virtuoso.

Wow. An eligible virtuoso, huh?

Well, actually, yes,
he was a child prodigy,

but he doesn't play anymore

because
of his hearing condition.

Maybe you can inspire him.

Oh, okay. Thank you, Harry.

She clearly has to go.

I do, I gotta go.

That's all right.
Okay, so walk her to class.

She doesn't want me
to walk her to class.

That's unnecessary, thank you.
I can...

Well, the menschy thing to do
is at least carry her books.

-Harry, it's not 1950.
-I can carry my own books.

What do you mean it's not 1950?

It's not such a big deal!

Just carry her books to class!
(BANGS TABLE)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)

I don't want this.

Give me those.

I'm sorry for being
a bitch yesterday.

It's all right.
I can be a bitch, too.

RUTHIE: Mm-hmm.

And a bit of a show off.

(SCOFFS) Nice.

It's okay, 'cause you're
also a virtuoso, so...

N-No, Harry just
makes that stuff up.

I like Harry.

Yeah, you and everybody else.

What was that piece
you were playing yesterday?

Something that I'm writing.

Sounded good.

Just good? Thank you. So kind.

You into Mussorgsky?

Yes. Pictures from an Exhibition
is an inspiration.

I heard it. Ravel too.

RUTHIE: So you're saying
my piece is derivative?

NIKI: Well, the arpeggios
are pretty distinct.

Fuck off.

It's very aggressive too.

You working through
some anger in this?

I mean, it's a eulogy, so...

Sorry.

What's it called?

Some Asshole Walks Me To Class
in G Minor.

-What do you think?
-It's good.

Rolls off the tongue.

Thanks for walking me to class.

Thanks for being walked.

"Thank you for being walked"?

(SIGHS) The fuck is
wrong with you?

Fucking idiot.

-(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
-(SIREN WHOOPS)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-NIKI: Oh, fuck.

This place is a shithole.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Nik.

I need you to sell the van.

What are you talking about? Why?

Harry got pissed off that
Medicare wouldn't cover

his hearing aids.

So he stopped paying
the premiums in protest.

-How much do you owe?
-Oh...

Maybe $36,000.

And whatever this turns into.

(SIGHS) Jesus. Fuck, Marla.

Niki, you know
how stubborn he is.

-What was he gonna do?
-Fuck.

MARLA: He hasn't raised
his prices in 30 years.

(NIKI SIGHS)

(FINGERS RUNNING OVER
PIANO KEYS)

Let me buy the van.

MARLA: What?

Let me buy the van.

(CHUCKLES)

Where you gonna get
all that kind of money?

I don't know.

I'll figure it out.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN 1: (ON PHONE)
Good afternoon, Mr. White.

This is Madeline Plotkin
from Lending Direct Financial

returning your call.

MAN 1: Unfortunately, your
insufficient credit history

excludes you from a small business loan
at this time.

NIKI: Thank you.

WOMAN 2: After reviewing
your application,

we are unable to accommodate
your loan request.

Can I ask why?

MAN 2: Lack
of business experience,

collateral, credit history,
cash flow, financials.

Okay. Yeah. Thank you.

MAN 2: You tick
every box actually.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MAN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(IN ENGLISH) Bye, baby, bye.

Tuner! How are you, brother?

-You're good?
-(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)

You good? Come.

We've been here almost a year.

This is my cousin's place.

Very nice spot.

We're throwing here famous
techno rave parties

every month.

Lots of hot women
and great music.

(VOCALIZES DRUM BEATS) You like?

-No.
-Okay.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)

(ENGINE WHIRRING LOUDLY)

So what do you think?

-(DOG BARKING)
-NIKI: Oh, fuck.

(IN ARABIC) Stacey, shut your mouth already.

Don't yell at her.

Don't tell me what to do.
(DOG BARKS)

(IN ENGLISH)
What, you don't like dogs?

This is the jet-ski.
You can take it whenever you want.

Huh? Go to the lake,
do something with a woman.

(EXCLAIMS)

-So, this is Benny.
-(BABY TALKING TO DOG)

He's, uh, the son of my sister.

She asked me to tough him up.
It's not easy.

And this is Yoni, the smart guy.

(TIRES SCREECH ON VIDEO GAME)

Hi, guys. Say hi to Niki.

BENNY: Hi to Niki.
YONI: Hey, man.

URI: Hi, Niki. How are you?
How are you doing?

-Everything is okay.
-Hey, uh...

Do you mind asking him
to turn it down?

(IN ARABIC) Yoni, turn down your stupid game.

-(GAME VOLUME REDUCES)
-(DOG PANTING)

(IN ENGLISH) So we install
and monitor our security system

for boutique clientele.

I protect the wealthiest
homes in the state.

I know when my clients
are home and not.

You know how hard it is to find
a good, reliable lock guy?

Can you open it?

-Yoni.
-YONI: Hmm?

What is the word of someone
that is not sure of something,

but you can see on his face
that he's not sure?

YONI: Uh, skeptical.

URI: Skeptical? Tuner,
why are you so skeptical?

So your clients don't notice
when their shit goes missing?

If you take a painting off
the wall, they notice.

If you take a signature piece

or a wedding ring, they notice.

But if you take a watch here
or a ring there,

nobody notice shit.

And if they do,
they fire the cleaning lady

and file an insurance claim.

What was the thing that you
were telling me about, Yoni?

Law of diminishing
marginal utility.

People with too much shit
don't appreciate their shit

as much as people
with less shit.

URI: It's a different psychology

with those rich fucks.

It's a different world.
It's an opportunity.

I know where the doors are,
you know how to open it.

It's like... What's the word?

-Uh, synergistic.
-URI: Synergetic.

(IN ARABIC) So why do you ask me
if you already know?

URI: (IN ENGLISH) You never know
what's behind those doors.

And Tuner, I can see in your eyes

that you are very, very curious.

I sure the fuck am.

Can you open it?

(DOG BARKS, WHINES)

All right, but you got to get
the dog out of here.

-(DOG WHINING)
-Uh, Benny.

(IN ARABIC) Get the dog out.
Take her on a walk. Take her on a walk.

Go on a walk.

(BENNY URGES DOG)

URI: (IN ENGLISH) Okay.

Ready?

Open it.

-Ten minutes should be enough.
-(TIMER TICKING)

(CAPTIVATING INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(DIAL WHIRRING)

-Hey.
-(MUSIC STOPS)

You want one?

-No, I'm good.
-BENNY: Okay.

-(MUSIC CONTINUES)
-(METALLIC CLICKING)

(CLICKS)

Tuner.

I have a job for you
this Saturday.

(SIGHS) How much does it pay?

More than the piano shit.

I need an advance.

NIKI: That's the down payment
for the van.

You'll get the rest soon.

MARLA: Where'd you get all this?

NIKI: Don't worry about it.

Tell me who's on piano.

Should I know?

-I wasn't talking to you.
-Sorry.

(MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)

(MILD JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Maybe it's Kenny Barron.

Horace Silver?

Maybe Tommy Flanagan?

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

Atta boy.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

NIKI: Harry Horowitz
Piano Tune and Repair.

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Hi. Um...

A pipe burst in my apartment,

and the water came down and
completely soaked my piano.

I don't...
Harry gave me his card.

Um...

I'm sorry, who is this?

WOMAN: Uh, sorry,
it's... This is...

I'm... This is Ruthie.

Um... You walked me to class.

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, Ruthie. Hi.

Uh...

What kind of piano is it?

RUTHIE: It's a...
a 1930s Bosendorfer.

-Here.
-(PIANO PLAYS OVER PHONE)

The wood is just like...

-Listen, it sounds like shit.
-(TAPS ON WOOD)

The wood is warping.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh, the keys are sticking.

RUTHIE: Fuck. Do you think...
Could you come by now,

or today? I just... I...
This is a bit of an emergency.

Where are you?

RUTHIE: I'm in Bushwick.

Bushwick, huh? Uh, okay.

RUTHIE: It's okay
if you're busy.

Just... Do you have...
Do you have a referral?

Uh, I'm in the piano...
I'm in the city right now.

Uh, I can be there in an hour.

RUTHIE: That would be amazing.

(SPUTTERS)
I can just text you the address.

Thank you so much.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Hi.
-Hi.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

NIKI: Yeah, no problem.

-(WATER DRIPPING)
-This is a nice piano.

Where'd you get it?

Um, it was my grandmother's.

Oh.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna take out
the key action

and let it dry out.

Uh, what can I do to help?

You feeling strong?
Can you help me get this off?

RUTHIE: Mm-hmm.

Where are we putting it?
On the floor?

-Uh, let's put it on the bed.
-Okay.

-You good?
-Yeah. You?

Yeah.

-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
-You all right?

God, this is so fucking heavy.
How do you do this by yourself?

(NIKI GRUNTS)

Well... (SIGHS) I'm very strong.

(RUTHIE SCOFFS)

So she left it for you, huh?

RUTHIE: Yeah.

She left me two things.

She left me
a little pearl watch...

that I fucking lost
on the train.

And her piano, which I have now

managed to destroy.

It's not destroyed.

The key action's just swollen,
but some heat will help.

I'm gonna mitigate the humidity,

lube it up a bit.

I might have to re-brush some
of the felts in the joints.

Got a hair dryer?

Yeah.

(THUDDING ON PIANO)

NIKI: Sorry.

RUTHIE: This sounds expensive.

Don't worry, it's on the house.

RUTHIE: No, no, no, no, no.

I would not feel comfortable
not paying you anything.

Well, if I was doing this
for a client on Fifth Avenue,

it costs $5,000.

Most of the pianos I fix
never get played,

they're just decorative,
whereas this one matters.

Can you plug that in?

Can I at least make you
like, a $5,000 bowl of pasta?

Okay.

(SLOW INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

How did you become
a piano player?

My grandmother taught me.

What do you want to do
after you graduate?

I mean, the dream would be
to apprentice for a composer.

Oh, yeah? Which one?

Maissner.

That's ambitious. You're
swinging for the fences.

Well, he takes one student
from my program every year.

I really want that job.

(SIRENS WAILING OUTSIDE)

Do you always...
You never take those out?

No, not really. (INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

I got this thing
called, uh, hyperacusis.

That means I'm allergic
to loud noises.

That's hot, right?

What are the, um...
the big ones for?

Uncontrolled acoustic
environments.

So basically everywhere?

NIKI: Basically everywhere.

You'd be surprised
at how loud the world is.

You have some sauce on your...

You fucking kidding me?
How long has it been there?

Like, like, six bites maybe.
(LAUGHS)

Hmm. Pianos aren't too loud?

I had, uh... I had years
of exposure therapy.

So, you know, soft
focused sounds are okay.

You don't play anymore?

No.

RUTHIE: Why not?

-Um...
-(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Sorry.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

-I, uh... Uh, I got to go.
-(VIBRATING STOPS)

Um...

Thanks for dinner.

I'm gonna leave some my stuff here,
if that's all right.

Then I'll come back tomorrow,
and I'll finish up.

Yeah. Thank you so much.

-I really appreciate it.
-Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

-Good night.
-Good night.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON VIDEO)

(BENNY LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

You like dogs?

BENNY: Yeah.

I want to open
a special dog sanctuary

where they never kill the dogs
if nobody comes to get them.

URI: Benny loves dogs.

He connected to them intellectually.

It's insulting to dogs.

(IN ARABIC) Oh, come on. Shut your mouth.

(IN ENGLISH) Insulting the dogs.

URI: You have to work
on your muscles, Benny.

Push-ups, pull-ups.

I will make you a man.

YONI: A lot of work.

URI: A lot of work,
but, uh, we are consistent.

(CHUCKLES)

It's right up here.

(LOW SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(GARAGE DOOR OPENING)

Yoni, shut the garage.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHANDELIER CLINKING)

YONI: Uri.

URI: Yes, it's here? YONI: Yeah.

I knew it.
I was just testing you.

YONI: (IN ARABIC) I think he's going to puke.

URI: (IN ARABIC) Relax, he'll be fine.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

-(IN ENGLISH) Let's go.
-(MUSIC STOPS)

You're up, Tuner.

YONI: Don't bitch out
on us now, Tuner.

URI: You're the guy
who opens door, no?

Open it.

-You got this, Tuner. You're good.
-Uh...

-(NIKI BREATHES DEEPLY)
-URI: Come on.

(EXHALES)

Do you know how this rich fuck
bought this fucking house?

This dick

started a lending firm
that offered subprime loans

with predatory terms
to minority communities

all around the country.
Do you understand?

Foreclosure en masse that put
hundreds of thousands

of people out on the street
if they miss two payments.

Two fucking payments.

So this dick,

live in this fuck you house,

while the rest of the world
are hungry.

So don't be a pussy.

Open it.

Get the fuck out of the bed,
you idiot!

Are you fucking crazy?
With your shoes?

Or...

you can give me back
the advance,

and we will get the fuck
out of here.

Fuck!

(DIAL CLICKING)

(IN ARABIC) I thought you said this guy made
his money in blenders?

The Nutribullet.

Oh, I love my Nutribullet.

(DIAL WHIRRING)

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

NIKI: (IN ENGLISH) I'd like to make
a payment on a patient's account.

Harry Horowitz, room 410.

-WOMAN: Date of birth?
-(MICROPHONE FEEDBACK WHINES)

August 8th, 1937.

The outstanding balance
on that patient's account

is $36,481.92.

How much would you
like to put down?

NIKI: Uh, $10,000.

(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

RUTHIE: Sounds perfect.

I don't know how you did that.

NIKI: Well, it's not perfect.

Tuners don't really use
the "P" word.

What do you mean?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, you got... (SIGHS)
one individual key, right?

And you've got
the whole instrument.

(FINGERS RUN ACROSS PIANO KEYS)

Now the one key
might sound perfect,

but it might not in relation
to the 87 others.

Tuning a piano is...

about creating harmony
out of chaos and...

to do that, you gotta be
okay with imperfection.

(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

Well...

She's good as new.

Want to give her a whirl?

(CHUCKLES)

What do you want to hear?

Whatever you want to play.

RUTHIE: Hmm...

Hmm... (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(PLAYING MELODY ON PIANO)

This is the first thing
I ever wrote.

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

(STOPS PLAYING)

Do you smell smoke?

Fuck!

-(SMOKE DETECTOR WAILING)
-(NIKI WINCING)

-(SMOKE DETECTOR WAILING)
-(EARS RINGING)

Oh!

(WAILING STOPS)

-(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
-(MUFFLED THUDDING)

-(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-(RUTHIE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

-(GULPING)
-(GLASS THUDS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES)

(RUTHIE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(MUFFLED) I'm so sorry.

NIKI: It's okay, it's okay.
I'm fine. (INHALES SHARPLY)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SOFTLY) I'm so sorry.

(NIKI SIGHS)

(EARS RINGING STOPS)

(GROANS) I, uh...

I'll get out of here.

RUTHIE: Don't...

Don't go.

It's okay. It's okay.

(NIKI BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

Wow.

-Think I feel better.
-(LAUGHS)

(ALMOST LIKE BEING IN LOVE
PLAYING)

♪ What a day this has been

♪ What a rare mood I'm in

♪ Why, it's almost like

♪ Bein' in love

♪ There's a smile on my face

♪ For the whole human race

♪ Why, it's almost like

♪ Bein' in love

♪ All the music of life
seems to be

♪ Like a bell
that is ringin' for me

♪ And from the way that I feel

♪ When that bell starts to peal

Wow.

♪ I would swear I was fallin'

♪ Swear I was fallin'

♪ Almost like bein' in love

♪ What a day this has been

♪ What a rare mood I'm in

♪ Why, it's almost like
bein' in love

♪ Oh, there's a smile
on the face

♪ Of the whole human race

♪ I would swear I was fallin'

♪ Swear I was fallin'

♪ Almost like bein' in love
Love, love, love

♪ Almost like bein' in love ♪

(SONG ENDS)

RUTHIE: Again! Three, four.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING
THRILLING MUSIC)

Okay, stop, stop!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Those cross rhythms are
just getting so hidden.

Judy, do you think you can
just attack those a bit more?

JUDY: Yeah, I got it.
RUTHIE: Okay, we got seven days left.

Please, no hard drugs
and no dying, yeah?

Thank you so much.

(CLAPPING)

(RUTHIE GROANS)

The mess.

-What?
-The mess.

What are you talking about?

It sounds...
The ending sounds like shit.

The harmonic progression
leading into the coda

is just fucking everything up.
I don't know what to do.

I only have two fucking hands.

Add a piano.

What do you mean, add a piano?

Yeah, add a piano or a keyboard.

It'll flesh out
the orchestration.

(SOFTLY) Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, that's actually
such a good idea.

That's so annoying.
That's so annoying.

(CHUCKLES)

Fuck!

Solved.

I think you need
to take a break.

No, I think I need to go
write a keyboard part.

Just take a second.
You've been here all day.

I think you should just take a minute,
all right?

Niki, I have one week left.

I can't take a break.

I got you something.

Is it a new ending?

No.

(SIGHING)

Whoa. (CHUCKLES)

It's a... It's a Rolex.

NIKI: Yeah.

RUTHIE: Where did you get this?

I got it at an estate sale.

It reminded me of the one
of your grandma's,

the one in the picture,
that you lost.

I don't want it.

(SIGHS) Okay. Why not?

(RUTHIE HESITATES)

This is just so new.

(SPUTTERS)

That's...

That's a... It's just a lot.

We've only been dating
for a month.

I'm sorry, I'm just stressed.

I feel like...
I've just been having...

I've been having too much fun.

And that's not a good thing,

because I really need to focus.

Okay.

Stop smiling.

No, no, no. I know, no,
I get it, I get it.

It's... It's... It's a lot.

I... I just... I don't...

I don't know what this is.

NIKI: I do.

You're my girlfriend.

Unless...

Unless that's not what you want.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Sorry about the watch.

Wanted you to know how much...

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

It's actually such an insane
gift to give someone

one month in.

It wasn't that expensive.

(RUTHIE CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

I'll give it to you
when you're less spooked.

Don't touch it, that's my watch.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(RATTLING FAINTLY)

-MARLA: Oh!
-Hi, Marla.

MARLA: Niki!

(MACHINE BEEPING STEADILY)

-Get over here!
-NIKI: How are you?

All the better for seeing you.

-This is Ruthie.
-Hi, Marla.

MARLA: Wow, look at you!

Really something, hey?

(RUTHIE CHUCKLES) Thank you.

MARLA: Har? H-ee?

-Niki's here.
-What?

MARLA: Niki is here
with his friend, Ruthie.

-Hey, Harry.
-What?

Hey, sheet music.
Get a chair, come here.

(CHUCKLES) Hi, Harry.
How are you feeling?

HARRY: Oh, am I glad to see you.

-(RUTHIE CHUCKLES)
-You owe me a steak dinner.

-You carried her books.
-(CHUCKLES)

We actually
brought you some donuts,

but the nurse confiscated them.

Fucking vultures.
A pain in the ass.

She's eating my donuts
as we speak.

Niki, go get the box.

Niki, don't listen to him.

Sorry, Harry. Marla's in charge.

HARRY: You used to be
on my side.

Oh, I just remembered something.

Your dad was here
this afternoon.

You know what he told me?

MARLA: H-ee, H-ee,
you're imagining things.

-No.
-No, sweetheart,

John... John died
a long time ago, sweetheart.

HARRY: Why are you trying
to make me crazy? Why?

He wouldn't stop
talking about you.

He talked about
how brave you are

with your hearing.

He talked about
you playing a piano

when you were seven years old.

Do you know he's the best
piano player I ever heard?

(HARRY INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS) I love you.

I love you, too, Harry.

Okay, we got to get out of here.
I don't like it here.

Let's go to a club.

I don't like it here, okay?

Well, what is this?

-What's on my hand?
-That's your bracelet.

It says who you are.

Oh, man. What is this place?
I don't like this place.

MARLA: Do you want some water?

I have an idea.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Now you're talking.
Niki, play me something.

Uh, no, it's gonna be
Ruthie on this one.

You trust me?
You want to hear this girl.

Chickenshit.

RUTHIE: Okay, Harry,
what do you want to hear?

You pick it.

(PLAYING SOFT UPBEAT TUNE)

MARLA: Where did you get it?

What?

I went to the accounting
department this afternoon.

The cashier told me
we were all paid up.

It's getting a bit curious.

First you come up
with the cash for the van,

and now this?

I don't want you doing
anything stupid.

We'll be fine.

We'll be just fine.

You understand?

(PIANO STOPS PLAYING)

Do you understand me?

URI: (ON PHONE) Tuner, it's Uri.

Why don't you pick up
the phone when I call you?

You don't love me anymore, huh?

I'm just kidding.
I got a job tonight.

Yoni will text you the details.

It's a little bit far,
but it's huge, it's big,

-it's worth it. Don't worry.
-(SIREN WAILING)

Yeah, bye.

(SIREN FADES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DISTANT DOGS BARKING)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

NIKI: What the fuck?

(DISTANT ENGINE WHIRRING)

(AIRPLANE ENGINES RUMBLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

BENNY: Hi, Niki.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE)

Benny, what is this?

What is what?

Whose house is it?

I don't know.

What are we doing here?

(MOUTH FULL) I don't know.
You have to ask Uri.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FAINT CHATTER)

-(SNIFFING)
-(CHATTER)

Whoo!

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)

-MAN: Oh, Niki!
-What's happening?

Uri, what the fuck
are we doing here?

These are colleagues
of ours, okay.

Yeah, where the fuck are we?
Who are these guys?

URI: They hire us
to open the safe, okay?

They hired us, we hired you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Just sit on the chair,
and open the safe.

That's it. Then we're gone.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER)

Do it for me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: Turn that shit off.

(MUSIC STOPS)

What am I supposed
to do with this?

Watch out, Rain Man.

(KEYPAD CLICKING)

(CLICKING)

(LOW OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Fucking guns?

URI: Just do it, man.

(NIKI SIGHS)

(DIAL WHIRRING)

Until the safe is open,
he's the boss, okay?

-Phones on silent.
-(CRUNCHING)

Benny, you too. And stop eating.

It makes noise.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNIFFS)

(WHIRRING)

(AIRPLANE ENGINES ROAR OVERHEAD)

(GROANS) Fucking damn it!

-Benny?
-Yeah, Niki.

(ROARING FADES)

Watch for incoming flights,
all right?

(URI SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WHIRRING)

-How long is this...
-PERSON: Shh!

-Don't fu...
-Shh!

(AIRPLANE ENGINES
RUMBLING OVERHEAD)

Yoni. Plane.

Freezing.

(RUMBLING INTENSIFIES)

(RUMBLING FADES)

-(SNIFFING)
-(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!

(IN ARABIC) Plane.

-(OBJECTS RATTLING)
-(AIRPLANE ENGINES RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING FADES)

(CLICKS)

SUNG: Is he in? MAN: Shit.

-SUNG: He's in!
-What the fuck?

(MEN CHEERING & LAUGHING)

Yo, give me that.

MAN: Oh, yeah.

-YONI: You're good?
-Yeah.

We're gonna be
fucking rich, man!

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(LAUGHING)

JINWOO: Let's take a picture!

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-MAN: Yo!

(LAUGHTER)

What the fuck?

SUNG: Everybody, chill,
Let me do the talking.

MAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Get down. Get down.

(IN KOREAN) Uncle, this isn't what it looks like.

UNCLE: You little shit,
I've been so good to you and your mom.

(IN ENGLISH) Put the motherfucking phones
in the fish tank.

Niki? You okay?

UNCLE: Shut the fuck up.

(IN KOREAN) Toss your phone.

(IN ENGLISH) All of you.

Move your ass!

You too, curly.

Yeah.

(IN KOREAN) Don't even think about it,
you son of a bitch!

(IN ENGLISH) All right, toss it over.

(IN KOREAN) I told him-
this was a bad idea.

-You lying sack of shit! You had the key!
-Get off!

UNCLE: (IN ENGLISH)
Shut the fuck up.

Toss it over.

(IN KOREAN) Hurry up and throw the book,
you son of a bitch.

UNCLE: You stupid fucker.

(IN ENGLISH) Pick it up.

NIKI: Which one?

UNCLE: The sheet,
pick the fucking sheet up.

Jinwoo, you didn't think
I have this shit memorized?

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Hey!

Don't fucking look at it.

Rip it in half.
The paper, rip it in half.

Again. Again.

-Now eat it.
-What?

Put the sheet in your mouth,
chew it, and then swallow it.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Come on.

Oh, you dip shits.

Fucking morons.

What did you think was gonna
happen here, huh?

(SHOUTS) Swallow it!

And you fucking two.
Who the fuck are you?

Show me.

All right.

Good. Now I want
all you motherfuckers to...

-(GUNSHOTS)
-(GLASS BREAKING)

(WATER CRASHING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(MUFFLED ECHOING RUMBLING)

(RETCHING)

-(KEYS JINGLE)
-(VAN STARTS)

-(GASPING)
-(RINGING STOPS)

Mystery, ocean.

Shadow, falls, discover, baby.

Solar, arch, random, piano,
paddle, one.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPS)

(WATER RUNNING)

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

RUTHIE: Hello?

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PHONE)

It's Marla.

Hey.

-(MARLA CRYING)
-Whoa, whoa.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PANTING)

(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(FAINT CHATTER)

MAN: Hey, man, I'm really
sorry for your loss.

There'll never be
another man like Harry.

You know what we used to call him?
Tuner fish.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

-Crazy, right?
-That's dumb.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, but...

But he was fresh.

Yeah, well, thank you
for being here, Mr. Hancock.

Would have meant a lot to Harry.

Oh, man.

Are you kidding?

Oh, I almost forgot.

You're gonna be tuning pianos, right?

Mm, yeah. Uh...

For now anyway.

HANCOCK: I hope it's like Harry.

It won't be. (CHUCKLES)

Sir, would you excuse me
for one second?

-Sure, go ahead.
-It's good to see you.

(LOW SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

The whitefish needs more dill.

What are you doing there?

My grandfather had
a smoked fish shop in Vilnius.

Extra dill, that was his secret.

He died in the concentration camps,

but the recipe lives on.

You need to leave.

It's a mix for to visit Shiva.

Please.

Listen.

I'm sorry about the other night.

Shit got out of control.

Uri.

Leave.

You swallowed the password
to a vulnerable crypto account.

But the thing is, Tuner,
there is another way in.

A hardware wallet
at the guy's house.

Another key behind another door.

I need you to open it.

Be at my place tomorrow.

-No.
-10:00 p.m.

-No, forget it. I'm done.
-Yeah?

This is your girlfriend
over there?

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

She has beautiful hands.

Show up. Understand?

There is a lot
on the fucking line.

Hello.

I'm Marla. I'm...
I'm Harry's wife.

-Marla.
-Yes.

That was my mother's name.

MARLA: Really? URI: Yeah.

My deepest condolences.

MARLA: Thank you.

URI: Harry was
a very special man.

He was lucky to have Niki.

MARLA: Harry loved Niki
very much, as do I.

Please eat.

He... He has to go.

URI: I'm sorry,
but I have to leave.

Niki, I'll see you tomorrow.

What a mensch.

Who is this guy?

It's just a guy from work.
You had something to eat?

(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUFFLED MUNCHING)

(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)

-(SOFT RATTLING)
-(VEHICLES PASSING)

(LOW OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

-(KEYS JINGLE)
-(ENGINE STARTS)

(PIANO PLAYING THRILLING MUSIC)

(MUFFLED PIANO PLAYING)

-(RUTHIE GROANS)
-(MUSIC STOPS)

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

Hello?

Sounded great.

I just... I just hope that...

I hope Maissner responds
to my piece.

Hopefully he does.

RUTHIE: Hey, why are you
being so flippant?

This is a really big deal.

I've been working on this
for a really long time.

It's tomorrow.

I'm feeling, like, very anxious
and intimidated.

Well, don't feel anxious.
What's Maissner done lately?

I love Maissner.

(SIGHS, MUTTERS)
I don't know. Fuck.

-RUTHIE: What are you doing?
-(GROANS)

Why can't you just say
something nice?

Like "Ruthie, Maissner would be an idiot
not to pick you."

-Or something nice.
-What do you want from me?

You want me to just sit here
and blow smoke up your ass?

Yeah, you're the best composer
since Mozart.

Maissner's gonna hear your piece tomorrow,
he's gonna fucking retire

because how could he possibly carry on
knowing that a once in-a-thousand-year talent,

Ruthie Waymon,
exists in the world?

That was supportive?

I would say that was mean.

And you just don't get it.

What don't I get?

You don't get what it's like to be working
towards something your entire life.

(CHUCKLING)
You're a piano tuner.

You get up in the morning,
you go to work,

you come home, you go to sleep.

You're not working towards anything.
That's fine.

But I really don't appreciate
the condescending tone.

You think I'm not working
towards anything?

I spent two years in a dark fucking room

where the sound of my own
voice was fucking agonizing.

You know that's not what I'm talking about.

Imagine you wake up tomorrow...

Imagine you wake up tomorrow
and you can't play music.

Who are you?

Just imagine that.
Who... Who are you?

You're nothing.

And I'm fucking nothing.

I'm nothing.
I'm a fucking piano tuner.

Fine.

But every single fucking day
I am working towards

just being okay,

getting through the fucking day.

I'm sorry.

It's a fucking miracle that I can be
near one of those.

It's a fucking miracle.

My life was ripped out from under me.

My life was supposed to be your life.

This.

So don't fucking sit on your pedestal

and tell me I'm not working
towards anything.

Because I was a better
fucking piano player

than you'll ever be.

Okay, then, Niki,
you should play me something.

Come on, play for me.

What, are you scared?

No, seriously.
Play me something.

Are you fucking kid...

(DOOR SLAMS)

(LOW SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

Oh, fuck.

(CAR STARTS NEARBY)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Niki.

I really tried to be nice with you,
but if I tell you to show up,

you fucking show up!

(AIR HORN BLOWS)

-(LOUD BLARING)
-(EARS RINGING)

(NIKI GROANS)

-(EARS RINGING)
-(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(URI SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

JINWOO: (IN ENGLISH)
Y'all motherfuckers, please speak English.

URI: Don't worry. Niki!

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(WATER CRASHING)

URI: Hey!

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(WATER STOPS)

-(ECHOING VOICES)
-Hey, Niki.

URI: Thank fucking God.

-YONI: Hey, Niki.
-(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

It's okay, okay. Bring him.

YONI: Yeah. Bring your hand.

(LOUD ECHOING)

All right.

-(RINGING STOPS)
-Yeah, he's good. He's good.

URI: He's okay. YONI: Yeah.

-All right.
-(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

No, no, all good.

(ECHOING MUFFLED VOICES)

NIKI: (WEAKLY)
I can't be here. I gotta...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LINE RINGING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: Jinwoo, get the rug.

(NIKI GROANS)

(METAL CLANGING)

Open the safe.

Hmm, what time is it?

Open the fucking safe!

I... I can't open the safe.
My ears are fucking ringing.

URI: Open it!

(NIKI GROANS)

NIKI: You fucking prick.

Goddamn it, I can't open
the fucking safe.

My ears are fucking ringing.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(APPLAUSE)

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

it's my great pleasure
and honor to welcome you

to the Shafitz Conservatory
Master...

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

I can't fucking hear anything.

(NIKI BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EXHALES) Coffee.
Coffee, I need coffee.

I fucking hate you guys.

(NIKI EXHALES)

(STRING QUARTET PLAYING)

Third row, center.

You're up next.

Deep breaths.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

I... I got somewhere to be.

Then you probably should
hurry the fuck up.

Say one more fucking word.
I swear to God.

Hey, hey, hey, relax, guys.
Relax.

What the fuck do you have to do?

-(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(EARS RINGING)

(MUFFLED CLINKING)

ANNOUNCER: Last,
but certainly not least,

please welcome Ruthie Waymon
from New Britain, Connecticut.

(EARS RINGING)

(FAINT CLICKING)

(DIAL RATTLING)

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE STOPS)

(PIANO PLAYING MELODY)

-(ORCHESTRA JOINS IN)
-(SAFE DIAL CLICKING)

(MUSIC BECOMES DRAMATIC)

(CLICKS)

(ORCHESTRA CONTINUES)

(LAUGHING AND CHEERING)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

-(CHEERING)
-Seventeen million!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(HORN HONKS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(DRAMATIC STING PLAYS)

-(MUSIC ENDS)
-(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

(LOW SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

I'm very proud of you today.

Thank you.

-WOMAN: Well done.
-Thank you! Thank you.

Focus now.

RUTHIE: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
It's good. Yeah.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-WOMAN: Maestro.

Ruthie,

Maestro Marius Maissner.

It is such an honor
to meet you, Maestro.

Please.

I have been commissioned
to compose a new piece

to premiere

at the Sydney Opera House
next winter.

That's so exciting.

MAISSNER: I need an assistant
with orchestral flair

and technical precision.

Are you comfortable
with long hours?

Yes, of course.

There is no ego in my studio
except for mine,

which is big enough.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

One moment you might be
working on a concerto,

and... and...

the next, fetching the coffee.

Understood.

It shouldn't be a problem.
(CHUCKLES)

It is just a little thing.
It is...

a little bit silly.

I am wondering, where did you
get this elegant timepiece?

My boyfriend gifted it to me.

WOMAN: Her boyfriend
is our piano tuner.

MAISSNER: Oh.

Hey! Where's Ruthie?

Whoa! In the Dean's office, I think.

Four weeks ago, I...

discovered that
significant objects

were missing from a safe
in my armoire.

Among them, two watches

that my grandfather
and grandmother

exchanged on their wedding day.

My grandfather entrusted
these two watches

to his housekeeper in Paris
before he was taken away

by the Nazis.

This is a truly stunning coincidence.

I would very much like to know
how the piano tuner

acquired this watch.

Ex... Excuse me one moment.

Sorry.

NIKI: Sorry, sorry.

I had to...
I had to run 16 blocks.

I lost my keys,
so I couldn't drive, and...

RUTHIE: Where did you get the watch?

What?

You gave me a stolen watch.
Do you know that?

-Did you know?
-No. I...

I didn't know.

Where did you get the watch?

NIKI: Uh...

Niki, where did you
get the watch?

(NIKI SIGHS)

(SIGHS) It's a long story,

and... (SPUTTERS)

I can explain the whole thing,
all right? It's, uh...

But I was just trying to do
something nice for you,

-but... (SPUTTERS)
-I was...

It was wrong, I fucked up,
okay? I'm sorry.

I was really worried about you last night.
I'm really glad that you're okay.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

Don't follow me.

-No, please.
-I'm sorry. Just let me...

No, no, no, I don't want
to talk any more.

(NIKI SIGHS)

MAISSNER: This is a deeply
upsetting situation.

I don't know that I would
be comfortable

employing your brilliant Ruthie

knowing her boyfriend
is a thief.

No. Hey.

Ruthie didn't know
anything about this.

I know you have no reason to trust me,
but just... (SIGHS)

Just, please believe that
she didn't know anything.

Maestro, would you like me
to call the police?

NIKI: Oh, come on.
No, no, no, no, wait.

I have an aversion
to the authorities...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

But I suppose we must.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.
Just hear me out.

(LINE RINGING)

You said there's a second watch.

Prince Rolex,

rectangular gold case,
alligator strap.

Yes?

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON PHONE)

-What if I can get it back?
-WOMAN: Hold on, please.

Is that possible?

Yes, I can get it back.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(SINNERMAN PLAYING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

NIKI: (ON PHONE) Hey, Marla...

I came by the house yesterday,

and I left you something
in the piano.

Don't be mad.

MARLA: Holy shit.

NIKI: I love you.

♪ Well, I run to the rock

♪ Please hide me
I run to the rock

♪ Please hide me
I run to the rock

♪ Please hide me, Lord

♪ All along that day

♪ But the rock cried out

♪ I can't hide you
The rock cried out

♪ I can't hide you
The rock cried out

♪ I ain't gonna hide you, guy

♪ All along that day

♪ I said, "Rock"

♪ "What's the matter
with you, Rock?" ♪

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

-(DOG BARKING)
-Fuck! Stacey!

-(MUSIC ENDS)
-Fuck!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)

(MUSIC GROWING LOUDER)

(SOUND MUFFLES)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(MUFFLED BASS)

(IMPERCEPTIBLE)

-(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)
-(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

YONI: You fucking kidding me?

Huh? Huh?

Uri.

Get the fuck out of here!
Get the fuck out of here!

YONI: I caught him fucking around
in the safe.

(PANTING)

(IN ARABIC) Benny, go grab the air horn.

You motherfucker!

You asshole!

You shit!

You son of a bitch!

You dick!

Who do you think you are, huh?!

I thought you were my brother, you asshole!

You walk in here and steal from me?!

You walk in here and steal from me?!

You asshole!

Huh?! What do you think you're doing?!

NIKI: (IN ENGLISH) Fuck you!

Give me the fucking watch.

-This watch?
-Yeah.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

-(THUD)
-(NIKI GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

-(YONI SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-URI: (IN ARABIC) Bring the horn!

(IN ENGLISH) Look,
I just need the watch, all right?

I'll leave, just give me
the fucking watch.

(IN ARABIC) Bring the horn!

-(DOG BARKS)
-BENNY: Stacey!

-URI: Blow the fucking air horn!
-Come here, my love! How did you get out?

-URI: (IN ENGLISH) Blow the fucking horn!
-(IN ARABIC) No way, it'll scare the dog.

-(IN ENGLISH) Blow the horn, you fucking moron!
-URI: (IN ARABIC) Come on you moron, you pussy!

(IN ENGLISH) The guy we stole this from
doesn't want any trouble, all right?

He's not gonna call the cops
as long as I can give it back to him.

It's his grandfather's Holocaust watch.

We stole a Holocaust watch?
But that's bad, Uri!

NIKI: His whole family
was wiped out, all right?

It's the only thing
he's got left.

Fuck, Uri,
just give me the watch.

You can fuck off
with your money.

(IN ARABIC) Bad juju to steal a holocaust watch.

(IN ENGLISH) He's right, Uri.
You gotta give back the Holocaust watch.

(IN ARABIC) Obviously, man,
it's the right thing to do, brother.

-(IN ENGLISH) The right thing to do.
-YONI: Oh.

(THUD)

(IN ARABIC) Uri, wait one second.

Listen for a sec.

-No, Uri, stop.
-Bro, please listen.

(AIR HORN BLARING)

(NIKI GROANING)

(BLARING STOPS)

(EXCLAIMS SOFTLY)

Uri, stop, I'm begging you!

-(IN ENGLISH) No, Uri, no! No, no!
-(YONI SHOUTING)

-Uri, no!
-(BLADE SLICES)

NURSE: (MUFFLED)
Mr. White, can you hear me?

Your eardrums have been ruptured.

Don't try to stand.
I'm getting the doctor.

(LOW SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Here are your belongings.

Take care, okay?

MARLA: Niki.

What am I gonna do with you?

Hey.

Let's go, boy chick.

-(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
-(FAINT RATTLING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(VAN DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(MUSIC FADES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Thank you for waiting.
The Maestro will see you now.

(EARS RINGING FAINTLY)

(FAINT TALKING)

The Maestro will see you now.

The Maestro will see you now.

Steinways are fussy,

so I switched to Yamaha.

Ah.

What happened to you, Tuner?

We had a tuner last week,

a fat man with lame ears.

I'm displeased.

Perhaps you could help.

RUTHIE: Maestro,
the first movement is proofed

and ready for printing,
if you like to go over it one more time.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

MAISSNER: Ruthie.

The tuner is absolved.

I'll be right in, Maestro.

MAISSNER: Take your time.

What happened to you?

I can't hear you.

(LOUDLY) What happ...
What happened?

Just got into some trouble.

I'm all right.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I should get back to work.

(PLAYING EMOTIONAL MELODY
ON PIANO)

(MUSIC INCREASES IN TEMPO)

(PLAYS DRAMATIC STING)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(INHALES)

(EXHALES)

E flat is out.

((UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)