All language subtitles for Song.Of.Norway.1970.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

Come on.

Go on!

Whoa!

Oh, brrrb!

Are you by any chance Mr. engstrand?

- Yes.
- Oh!

I was on my way to see you.

I'm edvard grieg,
it's about the Grant, sir.

I'm sorry, grieg,
I'm on my way to the festival.

I'm late now, and I have
to catch the ship at bakka.

There is no opportunity
for a composer here in Norway.

My whole future lies in getting to Rome.

Well, to be quite frank with you, grieg,

I reviewed the compositions you submitted
and simply didn't feel they warranted

the society giving you the Grant,
it's as simple as that.

Your father's reputedly a wealthy merchant.

Why doesn't he give you the money?

Father's had some financial reverses.

He put up all the money for a fall when
he sent me to the leipzig conservatory.

And I suppose going to the leipzig
conservatory makes you another Beethoven.

Mozart! Ha! I have seen that guff.

Not at all, sir.

I'm relieved to hear it.

Now, if you'll pardon me, sir,

what you just said is
the narrow outlook of a bigoted man.

Aren't you being rather insolent
for someone who comes around here

looking for charity?

Good day, Mr. grieg.

Will you please leave me alone, grieg?

You may control the music society, sir,
but you don't own the road!

Music doesn't necessarily begin and end
with the German classicists!

I'll show you something, old man!

Get out of my village,
get out of my way!

Whoa, whoa!

As soon as we get to bakka,

I'll have you arrested for
attempted bodily harm.

For destruction of property!

Your hat, kind sir!

Here we come.

It's lucky for you, grieg,
I haven't cared to get a police officer.

Edvard! Edvard!

Hello, therese!

Aren't you coming to the festival?

No, I'm just up from bergen on business.

- I'm taking the next ship home.
- But you can't miss the festival!

You're halfway there now.

Come on. If you hurry,
you could still catch this boat.

Come on with us, it will be fun!

Good idea.

You'll have to hurry!

You're not taking this ship.

I'm afraid I am.

I'm warning you, grieg, if you do,

I'll have you arrested
the minute we dock in geiranger.

A ticket to geiranger, please.

Hurry up.

Hurry, hurry!

Please, hurry up, please.

Thank you.

Oh, edvard, I was afraid
you weren't going to make it.

Well, so was I.

Oh, hello, Mr. engstrand.

My goodness, you're wet.

Did you get caught in a shower?

Do you know this man?

Yes, why?

Remember what I told you, young man.

I meant it.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Is your father with you?

No, he's in geiranger at the festival.

I want you to meet a friend of mine,
magdalene thoresen, the playwright.

How do you do?

- Edvard grieg.
- How do you do?

Edvard and I studied piano together
at the leipzig conservatory.

Magdalene has a special soft spot
for young, budding musicians like yourself.

She's helped more than one get started.

Does your father know engstrand well?

Oh yes, they're old friends.

How unfortunate.

Sorry the life of a wife of a sailor,
sorry the life of a sea spouse.

Marry a clerk or a cook or a tailor,
marry the keeper of an alehouse.

Sorry the life of a wife of a sailor,
sorry the life of a home bird.

Marry a butcher, a barber, a jailer,
marry a groom or a old bird.

Sail to the eastward,
sail to the westward,

sail to the southward,
he's never home.

Girls to the eastward,
girls to the westward,

girls to the southward,
he'll never come.

- Watching and waiting.
- Watching and waiting.

- Waiting and watching.
- Waiting and watching.

- Waltching.
- Waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Sorry the life of the wife of a sailor,
you'll be a one-out-of-twenty.

Waiting, waiting for his kisses
while he's kissing plenty.

Sail to the eastward,
sail to the westward,

sail to the southward,
he's got to go.

Girls to the eastward,
girls to the westward,

girls to the southward,
he'll never come.

- Watching and waiting.
- Watching and waiting.

- Waiting and watching.
- Waiting and watching.

- Waltching.
- Waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Sorry the life of the wife of a sailor,
you'll be a one-out-of-twenty.

Waiting, waiting for his kisses
while he's kissing plenty.

Waiting, waiting, waiting
while he's kissing plenty.

Edvard.

Engstrand has persuaded the captain
not to allow you ashore,

not until he returns...
With a police officer.

With a police officer?

What in heaven's name for?

To arrest edvard, I believe.

What do we do?

Divert their attention.

Run, quick!

Please.

- Are you alright?
- Yes, I'm fine.

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,
midsummer's Eve, I'll never leave.

And all the magic of love I will weave,
midsummer's Eve with you.

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,
midsummer's Eve, I'll never leave.

And all the magic of love I will weave,
midsummer's Eve with you.

Look! I have an idea.

There's going to be a man at the festival
whom I know very well.

He can do as much for you as Mr. engstrand,

- maybe more.
- Who?

- Just someone I know.
- Well, what's name?

Oh, his name is, uh...

His name is John heggerstrom.

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,
midsummer's Eve, I'll never leave.

And all the magic of love I will weave,
midsummer's Eve with you.

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,
midsummer's Eve, I'll never leave.

And all the magic of love I will weave...

Hi, mister! You lost your horses.

I can see you're obviously
a gentleman of rare perception.

Now, go and get some help, will you?

In case this young man should forget it,

perhaps you'd better accompany me, therese.

And perhaps I should...

Perhaps I should better accompany you.

Let's carry on, young man!

Bye-bye!

John heggerstrom, John heggerstrom,
we come to you full speed.

With a Tara-Tara-tiddle
and a rum-tum-a-tum.

And a very, very monetary need.

John heggerstrom, John heggerstrom.

Upon a speedy steed we come.

But sir! Joachim's not so young.

Why are we getting there so fast?

A poor composer's plight to plead.

Oh? What's a composer?

You'll see.

Father, I want to invite edvard
to our party on the 10th.

To play for our guests?

Yes, why not?

- Why not?
- I don't understand.

She knows perfectly well why not.

You don't believe edvard is good enough.

Do you think that our guests,

who are used to hearing
artists like Jenny lind,

can be imposed on by a second-rate pianist?

And who says edvard is second rate?

I do, for one.

And Mr. engstrand, for another.

He was here?

He may return at any second.

- Oh.
- Do you know that your friend grieg

- very nearly killed poor Mr. engstrand?
- Nonsense!

I don't believe it.

I'm not going to have
that lunatic in my house.

I can dance, you can dance,

we must admit we're definitely dancing.

Such a great phenomenon nobody doubts.

Yet it's very common on nights hereaboufts.

Freddy and his fiddle
are at it in the square again.

And Freddy and his fiddle
make anybody dance.

Freddy never studied,
he said he never studied,

and he couldn't tell a scale
from a whole note time.

Freddy wouldn't know so
but he's a virtuoso

when he pulls a horse's tail
'cross a cat's inside.

He'll make or break a dance

and undertake a hop.

He'll make a preacher prance
and never let him stop.

He can't stop, we can't stop.

For something in the melody compels us.

Guess who's just arrived?

- Engstrand?
- Yes.

Maybe this is a good time to disappear.

Okay.

Freddy and his fiddle
are at it in the square.

Well, don't tell me that engstrand
was still dragging that officer with him.

No. He was quite alone.

When it comes to music, the Norwegians
have no opinion of their own.

If 2A musician hasn't made a reputation
in another country, he's a nobody.

Freddy and his fiddle will keep it up
until we get unsteady in the middle

from wear and tear.

Freddy and his fiddle
are at it in the square.

The thing to do is to get a reputation.

- Yes.
- Isn't it time you were making your debut

as a concert pianist?

Well, in bergen,
I would draw a most staggering audience.

Twelve people, all named grieg.

Make anybody, everybody,
anybody, everybody,

anybody, everybody dance, dance,
dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.

Dance!

Wow!

We're returning to Sweden in a few days.

When will I see you again?

I don't know.

I only wish there were some way
I could help you get started.

Well, you tried to introduce me to Mr.
Heggerstrom.

The truth of it is, edvard,
there wasn't any Mr. heggerstrom.

The man I referred to was my father.

Your father?

Yes, he's holding a music
hall on July the 10th.

He's invited you as a houseguest.

It will be a distinguished gathering.

He wants you to play for them.

- Oh, that's marvelous.
- Yes.

I have wonderful news.

Captain Hansen accepted our invitation.

- He'll be here tonight.
- Oh, that is good news.

Captain Hansen is a fine,
eligible young man.

His uncle is count leknut.

My heart flutters.

Your father is quite determined
you should marry well, therese.

You could not find a better choice.

Excuse me, miss,
there's a young gentleman to see you.

Mr. edvard grieg.

He's expecting to stay the night.

Just a moment.

You invited grieg here
despite my forbidding it?

I live here too, father.

I'm surprised that an impecunious musician
such as your friend

can raise the money to even get here.

I advanced the fare to edvard.

In my day, no self-respecting young man
would dream of...

Of taking money from a young woman?

Nor would edvard.

I told him the money came from father.

He must continue to think that.

- Therese!
- Who is this edvard grieg, anyway?

Oh, a rambunctious, second-rate pianist.

According to engstrand,
he can't hold a candle to therese.

A fact which I might turn to my advantage.

For once, my headstrong daughter
is going to regret her willfulness.

Oh, I'm so glad you could come.

- Welcome to my house.
- Thank you.

I hope you had enough money.

If you want any more,
do let me know.

That was marvelous,
you played that brilliantly.

What was it called?
"On the mountains."

And the composer's right here.

You were wonderful.

No, it was the piece that was wonderful.

You will now hear another one
of Mr. grieg's compositions,

his lovely "nocturne."

And this time, Mr. grieg will honor us
by playing it himself.

Clear the decks.

That was a cruel and inhuman thing
you did to edvard last night.

I'll never forgive you for it.

Such a lovely morning.

I think I shall take my
coffee out on the terrace.

My dear, our guests are accustomed to hear
only the finest artists in this house.

You can't expect them not to be bored when
they have to listen to some mediocre pianist

who hasn't even got half your talent.

Father.

You put them up to it.

Oh, nonsense, dear,
I did nothing of the kind.

Now, I've much more important matters
to discuss with you, my dear.

The parents of captain Hansen have invited
you to spend a fortnight with them

at their summer home at medevi brun.

How kind of them.

You know the king has a
summer palace nearby.

- Has he?
- Yes, and the hansens are great friends of royalty.

You might even meet the king and queen.

- Oh, how exciting!
- I said you'd leave this morning

on the same train as captain Hansen.

While edvard goes slinking back to Norway
licking his wounds?

I'm sorry, father.

I'm not going.

Now, listen, dear, this is one time
you're not going to get your own way.

I have no intention of allowing grieg
to hang around this house

while you become even more infatuated
with him than you are at present.

You can't force either edvard or me
to leave karlshamn.

But... l might be persuaded.

If I arrange the recital?

Is that it?

I tell you what, father.

I go to medevi brun.

Stay the fortnight,
curtsy before the queen.

Be a model of decorum.

I assure you, no one will be reminded
by my behavior

that your fortune was made
by selling bottled punch.

I don't want the recital put on in my name.

And edvard wouldn't give it if you did.

Perhaps we could borrow
the name of mayor sistrom.

Why not?

Now, understand you're not to return
till the concert's over,

you're never to write to him
or see the fellow again.

Never see him again?

Not even write him?

Those are my terms.

Well?

La-da-da-di, da-da-da-li,
la-da-da-da-da-da-di...

What were you playing, edvard?

It sounded very beautiful.

It's a song I've just written,
it's dedicated to you.

Oh... how nice.

May I hear it?

Soft breeze,

whispering frees.

The summer winds are sighing.

The leaves are lullabying.

Violins are all around you.

I can hear the calls resound
of bounding brass that seems to say,

"I've found you.

I've found you...

I've found you."

Strange music in my ears,

only now as you spoke did it start.

Strange music of the spheres.

Could its lovely hum
be coming from my heart?

You appear, and I hear songs sublime,

some that I'm incapable of.

So, dear, let me hold you near

while we treasure every measure
so that time can never change

the strange new music

of love.

That was wonderful!

You must play that as an encore.

Play it where?

I was so taken with your song,
I forgot to tell you.

Mayor sistrom liked your playing so much
that he's arranging a recital for you

right here in our town hall.

- Do you... do you mean that?
- Yes.

Wow!

How... how marvelous.

Maybe you would help me
decide on the program.

No, I can't.

I won't be here.

I'm leaving for medevi brun within an hour.

She didn't even write to me
or answer my letters.

Why didn't she come back for the recital?

Edvard, I'm afraid you're going
to have to forget therese.

The families are already
arranging their marriage.

Mm-hm.

Captain Hansen?

At least let me read the
review of your performance.

"Mr. edvard grieg,
the young, unassuming artist,

gained well-deserved applause
for his beautiful rendering,

particularly of schumann's 'kreisleriana.'"

the critic was very kind.

Come sit down, edvard.

All right.

Now, I want to help you.

It was most unfortunate,
your losing out on the Grant to go to Rome.

I admit that,
but could you manage Denmark?

Well, I do have an aunt
who lives in helsingar.

I think she would take me for a while, why?

Good. I have important connections
in Copenhagen,

one being scandinavia's
most distinguished composer.

- Oh, you mean gade?
- Exactly,

and he could be very helpful
if he thought you showed talent.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I have just completed a new composition,

"humoresques" for the piano.

La-la-la, la-la-la-la...

La-la-la, la-la-la-la!

Ba-de-um, bum...

This is trash, grieg.

Go home and write something better.

I need some fresh air.

Magdalene!

It's Richard nordraak!

Magdalene, hello there!

He's a fellow countryman of yours,
you must know him.

The composer to our national anthem.

- Richard, how nice to see you.
- Nice to see you too.

Perhaps you're just the
medicine edvard needs.

He seems depressed about his career.

Oh, wait a minute, grieg,
I'm up against the same idiots you are.

Men who know as much about music
as a can of mustard.

Dammit all, grieg,
our country must have music of its own!

How can you and I find any inspiration
in composing purely Norwegian music

if we have to follow the style of the
German classicists to please the critics?

And what are we supposed to do?

Follow these German
composers like puppy dogs?

Excuse me, gentlemen, but the restaurant
is only open at nighttime.

Splendid. Two beers.

Two beers.

Oh, I must admit, nordraak,

that I was beginning to lose any hope
of ever being important.

But you will be!

And so will I.

We of the north will hear our notes
echoed from the rest of the world.

Sing, the silent snow.

Sing, the wintry seas.

Sing, throngs of trees,
swarming up the hills,

clothed in glittering garb
of frost-formed diamonds.

Sing on the forest and the fjord,

made on milky and mystic land
by winter's wizard hand.

Tall ice cathedrals,
crystal colonnades,

vast, sprawling mountains
'neath snow-white brocades,

like giants fast asleep.

Sing, how of a sudden
the wayward sun,

repenting his southward flight,

returns to flood the land with springtide.

Once more, the earth grows green,

the hillsides shed their ermine mantle.

Once more, the birds are seen,

and buttercups go blithely dancing.

Iris grow,

streams all flow.

Towering above them,

the mountaintops
still crowned with snow.

Sing, the foaming creek,

ahh, sing, the snowy peak,

sing, Norway.

Lambs leaping,
breeze sweeping through the glades.

Water tumbling down
a thousand thundering cascades.

As purple hues of summer
turn to Autumn's burnished shades...

Yes, minstrel, sing and
let your voice not die.

The grandeur of glacier, fford, and sky!

Inform an unknowing world
what we know well,

that the land of the hard, cold north
has warm delights

and soft mysteries to tell.

And then, minstrel,
you will have made a true song.

The song of Norway,

whose music will ever enshrine

the heart of your beloved home

and mine!

You're an idealist, nordraak.

What's happened to Mrs. thoresen?

She left us, I guess.

Women are strange.

She didn't even say goodbye.

Yes!

It's almost as if I'd written it myself.

La la, la la, la-la-la,

charming, delightful.

Could it... could it be?

Yes, it is.

Edvard grieg, you're a genius.

You know, you're a good poet.

You really think so?

Strange music in my ears,

only now as you spoke did it start.

Strange music of the spheres.

Could its lovely hum be coming...

Don't play that song.

That's so beautiful!

Oh, what are you doing?

I'm getting rid of old memories.

Oh yes, I noticed it was
dedicated to some girl.

Yes.

Play these instead.

A set of 15 songs I've written
to the poems of hans Christian andersen.

Fifteen.

Has hans heard these?

I'm afraid not... 1 don't know him.

I know him!

He's a very good friend of mine, come on.

But these are songs,

and they're written for a woman's voice.

Nina hagerup's voice.

Who's Nina hagerup?

Oh, she's a cousin of mine.

Well, I've been staying with an aunt
for economic reasons.

Come on, let's get the girl.

But she lives in helsingar!

So?

Wait till you hear her voice.

How do you spell horse?

H-o-a-r-s-e.

No, it's h-o-r-s-e.

I wish I were a horse.

Then I wouldn't have to learn spelling.

Oh, well, horses have
to learn to do things.

They have to learn
how to pull our wagons.

Then I wish I was a dog.

Well, dogs have to learn
to guard our houses.

I'll tell you what.

I'm going to take you into town with me
and then you can see

that there is a reason
for everybody and everything.

My father and brother make barrels.

And my brother is an apprentice shoemaker.

My two uncles are master engravers.

My father makes pins.

Every living thing must have
a purpose on this earth,

each king or queen,

each flea or fly.

Every single being
from the instant of its birth

must seek its task,

must ask its worth.

The wildflowers grow
in throngs on the field.

Profuse, yes, but useless,
or so we've heard.

Or so we've heard.

But this can't be so,
for wildflowers yield

sweet food for the bee
and the hummingbird.

The hummingbird.

A rhyme and a reason,

that's what we all must have.

Do you have a rhyme and a reason?

The brook babbles by,
no wit nor no will,

until it arrives at the old mill wheel.

The old mill wheel.

The brook turns the wheel,

the wheel turns the mill,

the mill turns the grain
into golden meal.

To golden meal.

A rhyme and a reason,

that's what we all must find.

Have you found your rhyme and your reason?

The good baker's loaves
the whole village buys.

A most indispensable man is he.

No mice wait in droves
to munch on his pies.

The fat bakery cat handles that with glee.

Are you doing something
that makes you indispensable?

Do you have a rhyme and a reason?

The clockmaker keeps the town on the dot.

No missing of trains or
of school bells here.

Of school bells here.

The glassblower's art,
sublime, is it not?

His rhyme and his reason
are crystal clear.

Are crystal clear.

How grave are the aims
the apothecary claims.

For chills and ills and disasters,

pills and plasters.

Every living thing must have
a purpose on this earth.

Must earn its way,

must prove its worth.

The wildflowers grow to feed bird and bee.

The brook turns the mill
and the meal have we.

The good baker's nose,
the clockmaker's chimes,

the glassblower's crystal
are their lives' keep.

And I, should you ask me,
would tell you anytime.

What is my reason for being?

Darlings, you are my reason and rhyme.

Ah, there we are.

My I introduce the famous
Norwegian composer, edvard grieg!

How are ya?

Edvard is convinced that Nina here is the
only one who should sing his songs for hans.

- Hans?
- Christian Anderson.

He's a very dear friend of mine.

- Can you come to Copenhagen with us?
- Not to sing for Mr. Anderson.

- Yes, why not?
- Your aunt would never approve.

Of course you can ask her yourself.

She'll be back in a few hours.

Oh, we can't wait, we have to return
to Copenhagen on the next train.

Well anyway, edvard, it would do you
no good to talk to mother,

she's determined that I never
appear professionally.

Ah, she wouldn't allow Nina to do anything
which could, "whet her appetite."

Like merely singing for hans?

What in heaven's name, why not?

Well you see when father died,
mother became an actress.

I was her leading man, that's how we met.

I'm afraid my wife feels that being a professional
entertainer is no life for a young girl, ah?

There's no use talking about it anymore,
edvard, mother's quite determined.

Who will help me get the coffee and cake?
=I will!

After you.

Oh, I must think of a way to help edvard.

You're in love with edvard aren't you?

- What makes you say that?
- I don't know.

You just feel these things I guess.

I've been thinking, twice a month
I go to Copenhagen for singing lessons.

- Carl helsted is my teacher.
- Carl helsted?

Wonderful fellow, very dear friend of mine.

Well mother always goes to Copenhagen
with me but she spends the time shopping.

- That is, she usually does.
- Ah.

La da da di di da da da day

la di di di di da da da day

- gone?
- Gone.

- Who was that man?
- He's a very dear friend of yours.

- She's gone.
- She isn't there?

Come on!

Carl, so good to see you again.

Here let me introduce you to my old friend,

- edvard grieg.
- Pleased to meet you.

- And you're, you're...
- Rikard nordraak.

- Rikard nordraak!
- Oh, yes, yes of course.

- Are you ready, let's hurry!
- Yes mother could be coming back any second.

She was in a carriage just like that one
coming up the street.

Keep a look out, when I head her off
you two can slip out the front door.

Good luck.

It's not mother after all!

Good day, madam,
may I help you from your carriage?

- Steady now, steady, there's a dear.
- Thank you.

You know you really can get such a
terrible sprain on these cobblestones...

- But I'm going in there.
- Madam, could you tell me the time?

- It's 2:15.
- Thank you.

Madam, can you point the way
to the tivoli gardens?

I know it's off in this direction here.

You go straight along here...

There's another carriage coming
up the street this could be mother's!

Nina, what about your lesson?

Now let me see if I have this correctly, I
go straight down here, I take the second...

- Oh, it is your mother.
- What do we do?

- Third turning to the left?
- No, no, no!

How many more times have I to explain?

You go straight down here
and you take the third turning to the right

and the second turning to the left!

I'll think of something.

- No that's locked, but I've lost the key.
- Oh.

Down here.

- Come here, behind here.
- All right.

Would you mind going over
it just one more time?

- I know you must think I'm a little dense.
- Dense?

I think you're the stupidest
young man I ever met!

- Now where is Nina?
- With some man, hiding behind a screen.

You go straight down here and you take
the third turning on the right.

How many more times have I to explain?

You go straight down here and take
the third turning on the left!

I think I have it now, thank you!

But the tivoli gardens are over there!

Madam, I'm not going to the tivoli gardens!

Hans, so good to see you.

I want you to meet two old,
and very dear friends of mine,

Nina hagerup and edvard grieg.

- But who...
- You remember me, rikard!

- Nordraak.
- Well, no, no not really.

- But you were at one of my concerts!
- Still I don't believe we actually met.

- But you were there!
- Well...

Now, edvard has written some music
to some of your poems, come here.

Excuse us.

Beside the wide and stormy sea,
there stands a low and lonely house.

No blade of grass, no flower fair,
no tree does there abide.

And yet this place is a pleasure dome,
a fairyland palace in all but size.

This humble house is a paradise,
for love makes it's home inside.

No gold or silver will you find,
no work of art behind these walls.

But to who's treasure what there befalls
will last their life-long span.

A man who offers so much of warmth,
a woman who lives for his touch of warmth.

Oh, I know the house, for I am the woman.

And my own dear love, the man.

Charming, charming, one hardly knows
who deserves a greater credit,

Mr. grieg for his delightful composition,
or miss hagerup for her lovely rendition.

Make way for the conquering trio.

All hail the unfaultable threesome.

A combination who can do
all they say they'll do.

If the three stay together,
come what may come.

- Three bold and invincible vikings.
- Faced with a world that ignores them.

It's chilly ear they'll snare
with a sweet, Norwegian air.

And a day will arrive when
the world adores them.

It's as though we stand on some high hill
surveying the future that could be ours.

The bright, brave dreams that we should
fulfill, spread before us in all their glory.

- Whether we follow them together...
- That will tell the ending of the story.

I'll right the world and it's wrongs
if you are near me.

- I'll be near you.
- I'll sing such wonderful songs

- if you can hear me.
- I will hear you.

Here, here on our hill of dreams,

stand, stand with your hand in mine.

I see a horizon shiny and clear
when we're together.

I'll find my place in the sun
with you to guide me.

I will guide you.

My darkest battle is won
if you're beside me.

I'm beside you.

We're weaving a million schemes,
here, high on our hill of dreams

soon we'll bring them all so beautifully
true, if I have you and we're together.

I'll be near you.

I'll scale every height unscaled, with you.

Beethoven, I'll be hailed.

I'll find a horizon shining and fair,

and you'll be there.

Together!

Therese, it's most serious,
I believe strokes generally are.

- Oh, no.
- Mr. berg may have only a few days,

possibly a few months, but not more I fear.

- Can nothing be done for him?
- Perhaps, but not medically.

- What do you mean?
- Oh, miss therese, may I say something?

- Yes, yes, yes.
- This is no time to cross your father.

Father?

The reports that have drifted down from
make me very proud of you, therese.

I think they like me, father.

From what I hear, captain Hansen
more than likes you.

If he proposes, you'll accept of course.

- I don't know.
- Therese, you and I have vied with each other,

ever since you were a little girl,
this isn't the time.

I know, father.

Sounds marvelous, keep going!

Hello!

No, no, I don't want anyone to hear
this until it's finished.

Oh, I have a letter for you.

It came to my house.

A letter?

Something wrong?

- Remember I talked about a therese berg?
- Yes, yes I remember, the Swedish girl.

This is an announcement of her engagement
to a captain Hansen.

Well now you can forget about her
once and for all!

- I did that some time ago.
- Hmm I wonder.

I'm meeting Nina in elsinore tomorrow.

After all, no woman ever lived
who can sing my songs like her.

Nina, Nina!

I've just put to music
another of Anderson's poems.

I wrote it for you, where
can I find a piano?

Don't you even say,
"hello, it's nice weather how've you been?"

- Oh, I'm sorry but I want to hear you sing it!
- And I want to hear it.

Come on, I know a place
where we can find an organ.

Fine.

My mind is yours,
there lives no other thought there.

You, all my heart can hold or eyes can see.

Were I in heaven, you'd
be all I sought there.

I Cherish you, I worship you,
I love you with the very breath of me.

I love you now and will eternally.

You are the answer to my years of asking.

One to the qualms and
fears that used to be.

Warm golden light where in my soul is
basking, 1 live for you, would die for you,

Because I love you more than I can see.

I love you now and for eternity.

I've got wonderful news!

- We can now get married!
- Oh, how marvelous!

And just how do you
expect to support a wife?

Well edvard has attained the post of
conductor at the christiania theatre.

- Oh, no really?
- Well you see the post is open.

And, well, rikard has written
to the managing director, Mr. bjgrnson.

- Bjgrnson, the playwright?
- He's my cousin.

Mhm, as far as I recall Carl helsted
was also one of your "dearest friends."

He never heard of you.

- Well, Carl's getting on, you know?
- Hm.

- His mind is a little hazy.
- Hm.

Now, bjagrnson really is nordraak's cousin.

In fact, rikard wrote our national anthem,
and bjgrnson the words!

My cousin will do anything I ask him to.

- I can twist him around my little finger!
- Then I suggest, Mr. nordraak,

that you twist him around
your little finger

before edvard makes any
further suggestions about marriage.

I think I have something
to say about this, mother.

If you even consider accepting edvard
on such a shaky prospect as this,

you have to be completely reckless,
completely mad!

Nina, I want you to come
with me to Copenhagen,

and we'll get married in the morning.

If you believe in all these promises
about a conductorship, god help you.

Let god help you, mother.

Edvard will help me.

I forbid you to marry edvard,
he is nothing, has nothing,

and writes music that
no one will listen to!

- I'll go and pack.
- Nina!

I'm sorry, mother, I'm going.

- Haha, how are you?
- I don't know.

Here's the ring, don't
lose it whatever you do.

- We must go!
- No, no first we must have champagne.

- Champagne, now?
- Yeah!

We have champagne before the ceremony for
fortitude, strength to walk up that aisle.

Then we have champagne after the ceremony
to give you fortitude

and give you strength to...

To a long and happy life.

- Skoal.
- Skoal!

Now we must hurry, come on!

- Here's a letter for you.
- Thank you.

This'll take care of the minister,
don't be nervous!

I'm not nervous!

Dearest edvard, since I return to kvalsund,
I've written you a dozen letters.

They're all in the waste paper basket.

It is all so complicated that I won't,
even now, try to explain things.

Except to tell you that my father has died
and if you've heard about my engagement

fo captain Hansen, it is now off.

I've been wondering if it is too
late to take up where we left off.

I've inherited a sizeable fortune,
and can give you a trip to Rome,

and can help launch your career.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mr. bjgrnson.

- Mr. nordraak and Mr. grieg are due today.
- Today?

Yes, you agreed to the
appointment by letter, remember?

Oh dear, I hate to break the bad news,
I know what this post meant to grieg!

I wonder why the board was so
insistent on giving it to Mr. hedham.

Politics, sheer politics.

Talent has very little to do
with artistic achievement these days.

- What time are they due?
- About 10:00.

Good morning!

You work, you worry, you huff, you hurry.

Your life is a chore.

Before you know it, you're old and show if,
your life is a bore.

Let this happen, friend.

Upturn your downward trend.

You still have youth in you,
unbend and let it through.

Go bounce a ball against a
wall some fine morning.

Be a boy again!

Good morning!

Go climb a tree or two,
you'll find a clearer view.

Go catch a fish once more,
you'll feel your spirit soar.

Go roll a hoop with a hoot and a holler.

Be a boy again!

Go take a hike again, ride on a bike again.

Filch some forbidden fruit,
swim in your birthday suit.

Go fly a kite to the
height of the high heaven.

Be a boy again!

- Voila, housewarming gift.
- Oh, how nice.

- Let me open it.
- Aren't you sweet.

- Ribbon, paper.
- Good heavens!

No, no this is just the thing to give
your house that homey touch.

- Oh.
- Now we've got to find a place to put it.

Here, how about here right by the stove?

- How about in the stove?
- Ho ho ho.

- Ah, relative?
- Fortunately, no, it came with the house.

- How's that?
- Well at least it's an improvement.

So we must be going.

Where's edvard, anyway?
He's upstairs.

His piano arrived today.

You know, edvard can't compose
if anyone's listening to him.

So he's using the back room.

- Edvard, hurry down you're going to be late!
- Coming!

All your troubles will be over
as soon as we've talked to bjgrnson.

- I hope so.
- I'll buy a bottle of wine.

- This'll be the night to celebrate!
- Great!

Come, edvard let's go, hurry, hurry.

Wish us luck!

Now you must understand, edvard, that ability
counts for very little in this town.

Everything's politics, who
you know, who you are.

- What are you trying to say?
- That I pleaded edvard's case

as eloquently as I know how.

Because I do believe they could
not find a better man for the job.

But the board was adamant.

The post has already been
given to another man?

- Johan henem.
- Oh, this is irony for you!

Why do you suppose a musician
with all edvard has to offer

even considered this
ignominious post of yours?

I'll tell you, it was out
of loyalty to Norway.

He hoped he could pound some sense
of musical appreciation

- into the heads of his numbskull countrymen.
- Oh, please!

I happen to know for a fact that edvard
turned down an offer of unlimited money

to finance a worldwide recital tour of his own
and I can get him a dozen more offers like that!

A and e, it's a major not a flat major,
I told you a hundred times.

And not the peddle, please.

Ah, he hit me, he hit me!

He hit me, he hit me, he hit me!

Oh, I'm sorry!
I'm sure berg and I,

can find a less violent teacher.

Look, edvard, I know it's difficult,
terribly difficult for you.

But if we want to eat, you'll simply
have to learn to control your temper.

I can't take it anymore
I just can't take it.

- Hello, everybody.
- Hello.

I'm so busy instructing young ladies
who don't even wish to play the piano.

But I'm left with neither the time,
nor the desire for creative work.

- Hello, how are you, sit down.
- Thank you, I have good news!

- Oh?
- The musical society

is going to help you organize
four subscription concerts.

You mean professional engagements?
“Yes!

Edvard will have a share in the receipts!

You understand it's not
going to be much financially,

but edvard, it's going
to be such a showcase!

Of course, of course we'll
share it all together!

I may not be here.

- What do you mean?
- Why?

I have a chance to return to Berlin to
continue my studies and I'm thinking about it.

Don't think, you must go by all means!

I shall feel very forlorn
without the two of you.

Well I don't know what
we will do without you.

Christiania will seem
even worse than it is.

But you must take this opportunity.

And I'll only forgive you on
one condition. What's that?

That you stay for the festival.

Midsummer's Eve already,
how quickly the year has passed.

It's disgusting, aunt Ellie,
simply disgusting.

Here, in the christiania gazette,
I have it sent to me,

let me read you this announcement,

"edvard grieg piano lessons,
two kroner an hour.”

He's down to that with all his talent!

- May 1?
- Therese, this man's career,

- has become an obsession with you.
- And it always will be.

You must put him out of your mind.

He's married to somebody else now.

I'm only too well aware
of that, aunt Ellie.

Now you'll have to imagine that this
an exquisite, rare, vintage champagne.

Here one for you and one for you...

- Oh, sorry.
- Thank you.

And one for me.

- Skoal.
- Skoal.

- I'm sorry!
- Wait a minute!

Wait a minute, I'll put some pepper and
oil in it and add it to the salad.

Oh, I don't know what we're celebrating.

After you've gone tomorrow,
a very vital, a very wonderful...

- And a very exhausting.
- No I'm serious, edvard.

A very important part of
our lives will be gone.

But I'm coming back!

Next midsummer's Eve.

- Promise?
- I promise.

Oh, great just what we need,
a picture of the three of us.

- Oh, how wonderful!
- Hello my good man.

You'd like to take our
picture now, wouldn't you?

Over here I think, come on!

We should make this a
three musketeers pose.

- All for one, and one for all!
- I suppose that's no worse than,

"god bless our happy home."

I'll find my place in the sun
with you to guide me.

My darkest battle is won
if you're beside me.

Here, here on our hill of dreams, stand,
stand with your hand in mine.

I'll find a horizon shining and fair,

- and you'll be there...
- And you'll be there...

To shine for me!

This is a story of three of the north,

and the pledge that they all did plight.

The tale of a love as unfailing as the
unpaling light of the Norway sun.

The sun that shines in the night.

One there was who roamed these hills and
thought his thoughts, no one to share them.

"Till that time he told them all
to one he knew able to dare them.

Two there were, who clasping hands then,
locked their lives as friend and brother.

Who'd imagine two would find a warm
and wise and wondrous other?

Three there were who roamed these hills,
and dreamed such towering tall dreams.

Three there were who vowed they would be
always all for one and one for all!

Three there were, now one there is
who has to break the spell and say goodbye.

But like the midnight sun that never
leaves the sky.

My heart is one of three
and faithful it will be until I die!

Gentlemen, you're asking that the town council
should reduce the rent of the large hall.

Now, why should they do that, Mr. grieg?

Well frankly sir,
with the present rent you're asking,

there'd be little chance
of the council showing a profit.

Do you mean to say, Mr. grieg, the sole reason for
suggesting these four subscription engagements

is to turn a profit for yourself?

Well it's certainly one of our objectives.

The musical society manages very nicely
to conduct its concerts

without any personal gain for its own.

Well yes, but those gentlemen
do not rely on music for a living.

They perform at a purely amateur basis.

Still, Mr. bjgrnson, they're regarded here,
in christiania,

as first rate musicians.

Regardless, my whole life is devoted
to music, and theirs isn't.

And because you look upon yourself
as a professional,

does that justify denying the taxpayers
their full revenue for the large hall?

Good day, gentlemen.

Do you apply the same yardstick to doctors
because of their ability to cure the sick?

Or that lawyers should work without recompense
because they serve the ends of justice?

But one thing is certain,

by such an attitude you are destroying
any hope that Norway may have

of approaching the artistic level
of the other countries in Europe!

Yours is a smug, complacent,
isolated little world.

And a tragedy for Norwegian culture!

No home do I have, no home do I want.

There's a whole world for me to wander.

No love do I have to tether me down
with a smile innocent and tender.

I cross the gray mountain of stone.

I sail the sullen sea and sail alone,

sall alone, so alone.

For the home I had, by the love I had,

was undone, yes, and put asunder.

- Beautiful, Nina.
- Edvard must have this piano.

It is a little gem.

I doubt if I ever had a piano
with a lovelier tone.

It may take me some time to get the money.

I don't know quite how I
can manage the deposit.

That would be deposit enough.

I'll have to ride to bergen to arrange
the sale of a cottage my father left me.

It's been handed down for many generations.

And you're willing to part with something
that obviously means so much to you?

I'd do anything to get a
decent piano for edvard.

Please don't mention it to him,
I want it as a surprise.

Mr. krogstad, how do you suppose
the others managed?

- Schubert and liszt for example?
- For example, yes.

Well, both schubert and liszt were sponsored
by a very influential man, count esterhazy.

Now if your husband had somebody like that
behind him it would make a difference.

There is one qualification however, Mr.
Bjgrnson,

that this donation toward the hall rental
be kept absolutely confidential.

This is a very kind gesture on your part,
miss berg.

I only hope it turns out
to be a kind gesture.

I don't quite understand.

Perhaps I can best explain my fears by
reminding you of what happened to ole bull,

- you know he was a Norwegian?
- Yes, yes.

I remember hearing him tell father that
at his early recitals, in this very city,

his largest audience was
a few dozen people.

Well, fortunately, the world now recognizes
him for the talented violinist he really is.

He was just as talented
at his first recitals.

But he had to go to Rome
to get the acclaim he deserved,

and I'm afraid that's exactly where edvard
has to go to build his reputation.

- Goodbye, Mr. bjagrnson.
- Goodbye, miss berg.

- Oh, come in!
- Ah!

Edvard, would you come down?

Edvard, I have good news!

- Things are looking up for you.
- Oh, I'm so glad.

Don't stop, go back in, go in and practice.

- Hello.
- Hello!

- You don't have to stop practicing!
- I'm tired of practicing!

I want to rest!

The town council have lowered the rent.

Your recital is all arranged.

Look I have a wonderful idea,
why don't you and Nina

come and spend Christmas
with us up at hyllestad?

Oh, how kind of youl!

- It will be a fine way to celebrate, wouldn't it?
- Yes, thank you very much.

At Christmas time at Christmas time,
kris kringle is on hand.

And were you good, kris kringle would
comply with your demand.

But were you bad, kris kringle
down your chimney would not find.

And you'd be standing empty handed,
which would be a crime.

It's plain to see the thing to be is good
at Christmas time.

At Christmas time at Christmas time,
kris kringle comply with your demand.

A Chestnut, warm gingerbread.

Get your minced pie!

At Christmas time the mistletoe
hangs high above the door.

Where many girls have there been kissed,
who've ne'er been kissed before.

At Christmas time a kiss needs
neither reasoning nor rhyme.

For love itself was born upon
the morn' of Christmas time.

For love itself was born upon
the morn' of Christmas...

At Christmas time at Christmas time,
make merry and rejoice.

The wreaths are up, the tinsel hung,
the carolers in voice.

The tree is trimmed, the goose is cooked,
and stuffing is sublime.

Fa lala la, fa la la la
la la, at Christmas time.

Falalala lala, lala la
la, at Christmas time!

At Christmas time!

At Christmas time.

At Christmas time at Christmas time,
the heart is full of gold.

The children's cries and eager eyes
when wind blows rain and snow.

At Christmas time Christmas
time, Christmas time!

With loved ones in your heart and home,
and warm at Christmas time.

On this Eve of good friends meeting,

to the bond that brings us together,

to the fond and fast affection that
will long outlast this greeting,

our fire is blazing here for your warmth.

Our food we offer for your favor.

While the wine is yours to savor,
and the soft bed after for your sleeping.

My toast is merely, "welcome,"
this house is saying, "welcome."

This family gives thanks that you
have come well to our home.

Presents, great!

Now, what have you got there?

Oh, that's a big book.

It's kittelsen's drawings
of dwarfs and trolls.

- Oh, look at that one.
- Tell us about them!

- Shall I tell you about the trolls?
- Pleasel

all right, I'll try at the piano.

Are you coming with us?

Come on.

Here we are.

Now let's see.

- Tell us about the trolls!
- The trolls!

Sit there, go back and I'll tell you
about a forest troll,

a big, one-eyed forest troll.

They tower above the towering frees
and stalk the step of the sinner.

They frequently frown bend down and seize
and eat the poor sinner for dinner.

But children who's minds speak truth
and are kind...

And finish the porridge
that's poured in their bowls...

Have nothing to fear
from the fiercest of trolls.

- Steer clear.
- My dears.

Of trolls!

I have it.

I have it, I have it, I have it, Kara Lee.

Grieg and I must do opera together.

- An opera?
- Yes, why not?

Based on legendary characters like,
um, like Wagner's rheingold,

only ours will be pure Norwegian.

You can continue with that in the sleigh, every
Christmas we visit the children on the farm.

What do you think of the idea?

I can't think about anything but an opera.

It all depends on you, you're the only
Norwegian who could do the music.

I feel honored.

As soon as you write the libretto,
I start the music.

Yes, splendid.

Ribbons and wrappings
and trinkets and toys,

whistles and wagons and hammers for boys.

Purses for pockets and lockets for girls.

Chocolate, apples, candy canes,
bows and arrows, wind up trains,

nuts and dates and kites and skates
and dimpled dolls with golden curls.

Chocolate, apples candy canes,
bows and arrows, wind up trains,

nuts and dates and kites and skates
and dimpled dolls with golden curls.

Something for sigrid and
something for Paul.

Something for sister and something for all.

Ribbons and wrappings and tea sets and tops,
something that bounces and something that pops.

Something that tinkles and
something that twirls.

Chocolate, apples, candy canes.

Bows and arrows, wind up trains.

Nuts and dates and kites and skates
and dimpled dolls with golden curls.

Chocolate, apples, candy canes,
bows and arrows, wind up trains,

nuts and dates and kites and skates,
dimpled dolls with golden curls.

- We have joy.
- Chocolate, apples, candy canes, bows and arrows,

wind up trains, nuts and dates and kites and
skates, dimpled dolled with golden curls.

- Joy and toys!
- Candy canes, bows and arrows, wind up trains

nuts and dates and kites and skates
and dimpled dolls with golden curls.

All the lucky boys and girls.

- Girls and boys.
- Christmas joys.

Christmas cookies, bells and marigolds.

Angels, toffee, smiles and spangles.

- Gave us joy.
- Chocolate, apples, candy canes, bows and arrows

wind up trains, nuts and
dates and kites and skates,

and dimpled dolls with golden curls.

May I propose a toast?

To our opera.

- And I propose another toast.
- Mhm.

To the success of your first
recital at christiania.

They told me it was wrong to dream

to dream the dream that love would be.

All tenderness all ecstasy

our song and story make it seem.

Love comes and goes, loves way is hard

and lakes of lover's tears are cried.

Awake and fool or else be scarred,
the gloomy prophet prophesied

and now you are here and with you here
my heart is whirling through the stars.

And yet my ear keeps echoing
that prophecy of tears and scars

of loving you then losing you.

Thank you, so glad you liked
it, especially the music.

Thank so you much, have a good night.

Nina, you were magnificent.

Thank you Mr. krogstad.

I'll be able to pay for the piano in a
few days, the cottage has been sold.

It's sad to make such a
break up with the past.

You must've let this disappointing
attendance discourage you, edvard.

- The audience loved you.
- Oh, thank you Mr. krogstad.

I must say the people of christiania
have to be educated to classical music.

Ole bull played right here in this very
theater a program of all classical music

and he drew such a large audience that
they had to schedule a second performance

- the following night.
- But the people know ole bull.

- Well ole bull have a reputation.
- Right.

A reputation that he acquired first
in Rome, then Paris, leipzig, Vienna.

Not in christiania.

Therese.

Uh, may I introduce my
wife, krogstad, bjgrnson.

I've had the pleasure of meeting Ms. berg.

Ms. berg, oh this is your friend
from Sweden you spoke so much about.

Yes, actually I'm in
great debt to Ms. berg.

She was responsible for my first recital.

Mr. krogstad and the bjarnson"s are dropping
by for coffee, would you join us Ms. berg?

- Oh, please come.
- Yes, please do.

Thank you.

Of course, all of this is just
temporary until we get to Rome.

- You're going to Rome?
- Quite soon, I hope.

You mean they're finally coming through
with edvard's Grant?

Well, not quite,
I'm afraid Nina's a little optimistic.

No I'm not, and I'm sure the town council
will give it to him

just as soon as we get the letter we've
been expecting from Franz liszt.

Franz liszt.

He's heard your music?

Well, I don't know,
it's just that a friend of mine...

- Magdalena thoresen.
- Yes, a most importance influence.

Yes, well anyhow,
she wrote a friend of hers in Rome

and ask him to show one
of my pieces to liszt.

It does sound to be as though you're
building your hopes rather prematurely.

Uh, tell me, edvard,
what have you written recently?

He composed a beautiful
violin and piano sonata.

The one being shown liszt.

Edvard wrote that in Denmark.

Where can I get a copy of the sonata?

I'm afraid I haven't found a publisher yet.

Oh.

But certainly you've written
other things since then?

- Nothing, absolutely nothing.
- He's been very busy.

Giving piano lessons to young ladies.

By the way, where is your piano?

It's upstairs in his studio.

Uh, can I have a look at your studio?

Yes, why not, will you excuse me.

I'm afraid that delightful ditty stretches
the ability of even my best pupil.

Oh, edvard, edvard this will never do.

I just can't watch a talent
like yours wither in this miserable room.

Well, as Nina said, we do
have things in the wind.

Things in the wind.

In heaven's name, edvard,
please let me help you.

Well, it's, uh, extremely
kind of you, of course.

But, uh.

Wait, if it makes it any easy for you,
edvard, you...

You could consider it a business loan.

And one day when you're on your feet,
you can pay it back,

even with interest if you want.

It's very tempting.

Within a month you can be having
your first recital in Rome.

I have the money just sitting in the bank,
doing nobody any good.

Don't be a fool, edvard.

- Hello dear.
- Hello.

Where's bjgrnson?

They've just left.

- Well it's getting late, I must be leaving too.
- All right.

- So, there you are Mr. krogstad, the full amount.
- Thank you, madam.

I must admit it isn't very often
that I sell a piano this expensive,

not here in christiania.

I'm sure you'll be very happy with it.

On, it's not for me, it's for a friend.

Here's the gentleman's name and address.

I'll expect you to deliver the piano
to him as soon as possible.

- Good day, Mr. krogstad.
- Good day.

Hello, dear.

Can I help you?

No thank you.

On, it's cold.

I've just been down to the large hall.

Financially, our concert was a disaster.

Oh.

A present came for you today.

Oh?

It's in your studio.

Did you hear that, Nina”?

Did you hear what the difference a
really fine instrument can make?

Yes, it's beautiful.

It's a gift from therese berg.

Yes, I assumed as much.

Oh, it's beautifully made.

Ms. berg appears to be
a very generous woman.

Yes and a very wealthy one.

Wealthy or not, surely you wouldn't accept
such an expensive gift from this woman?

Why not, you know how desperately
I needed this piano.

- Yes.
- How vital it is to my work.

Well the money means nothing to therese.

And this piano, it means everything to me.

Well, you tell me then, how else
should I get a grand piano like this?

Well, there's no other way
you could get a grand piano like this.

Well then.

Edvard, don't you know
that therese is in love with you?

- You are imaging that.
- Oh, I only wish I were, edvard.

Nina, please, Nina, listen.

Therese's interest has
nothing to do with love

she just wants to help my career.

And if a year ago I
haven't been such a fool

I wouldn't now be reduced of teaching the
piano instead of playing it in concert halls.

What are you talking about?

About an offer from therese to step up
recitals in Paris, Rome, wherever I wanted.

- She made you such an offer?
- Yes.

And if I'd accept it, I wouldn't
be mired here in christiania,

grubbling for a living.

My career would've been assured.

But based on a woman paying your way,

edvard, would you have wanted that?

For heaven's sake, Nina, be realistic.

Would you prefer that I
go on with this wasted,

unproductive life

even though I can't compose anymore,

can't even think.

With nothing ahead but frustration, hate.

I... 1 got to get out, I got to think.

My love is blooms now.

And will return to me.

I've tried to rationalize, to tell myself
not to worry, it will all work out.

The usual things.

Still, deep down you knew he was right,
that's so, isn't it?

Well, it's as edvard said, "there's nothing ahead
for him for but disillusionment and failure.”

Still, no wife could be expected
to tolerate a husband

who's living on the
sufferance to another woman.

And she's in love with edvard.

He could be a very famous
composure, Mr. krogstad

if only given the chance.

Yes and not given the chance

his resentment toward you
would grow by the day,

I could see that.

And could you blame him, could you really?

Well, I wish it were
possible for me to say no

but I realize how I
would've felt 50 years ago.

You see, once I aspired
to be a concert pianist.

- Oh, I didn't know.
- Only I didn't have a count esterhazy

or a George sand.

Or a therese berg.

Well, there it is.

Nearly all of them had somebody
with influence behind them.

Thank you, Mr. krogstad.

Hello.

Now, Nina.

- I'm sorry the way I talked to you.
- It's all right, dear, I understand.

I've been fighting this thing out
and I've found only one answer.

Please, please don't give
me that answer just yet.

A letter came for you while you were out.

Read it first.

- It's from liszt.
- Yes.

- No, no so much depends... you read it for me.
- All right.

"Sir, I am happy to tell you of a Sincere
pleasure I derived from reading your sonata.

It proves that you have a talent
for composition which is spirited,

thoughtful, original,
and of a quality so excellent

that it can only follow its natural course
and ascend to the highest ranks.

I am confident that you will find in your country
the success and the encouragement you deserve

and which you will certainly
not find lacking elsewhere.

If you go to Rome this winter, I must..."

“Let me assure you, Mr. grieg of my admiration
and offer you my most Sincere good wishes

29th of December, 1868 Rome.

F. Liszt."

When, uh, Franz liszt
writes in this manner,

we can all recognize that edvard grieg's
music is being accepted by perhaps

the most extinguished
musical authority of our day.

Your request is being submitted
on behalf of Mr. grieg

and that he be given a travel Grant,
enabling him to make a journey to Rome.

We will put it to the vote.

Those not in favor, please rise.

There are eight men standing
and eight men seated.

Mr. chairman,
would you exercise your casting vote.

The Grant is awarded.

Congrats, my sweetheart,
you got your Grant.

Oh, that's wonderful, wonderful.

Oh, it was agony waiting.

I'm very happy for you edvard,
I suppose you'll be leaving for Rome soon?

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

That quickly?

What about you, therese?

- I'm becoming restless, I may tour Europe.
- Will that include Rome?

- Possibly.
- Nina, Nina, oh, we've won.

Yes, we've won.

- Ah.
- Oh, it's pouring, oh, what a shock.

If you're determined to leave tomorrow,
I... 1 better start packing your things.

Oh, it's just a matter of a short while, Nina,
the minute I get settled I'm sending for you.

Of course, darling.

You said you were going to stop off
on Berlin on your way.

Yes.

If rikard isn't well,
as his letters indicate

- you really should see him.
- Of course.

But don't worry about him,
he'll be on his feet before I get there.

Now, please tell me how much is the Grant?

I asked you how much is the Grant?

I'm afraid it's not quite what we expected.

Well, exactly how much is it?

Edvard, it's very cold in here,
would you see if the fire's gone out?

Yes, of course.

Perhaps it's just as well
it's happening this way.

What are you talking about?

For the last time, how much is the Grant?

- 50 kroner.
- A week?

A month.

A month?

Oh, that's barely enough for me
to make the trip alone.

They know I have a wife to support.

The Grant doesn't include a wife,
edvard, they're firm on that point.

Well that's ridiculous.

They're still in session,
I'll run straight down...

Edvard, please.

It's for the best.

For the best?

How can it be for the best?

Edvard, I'm going back to helsingear.

You're what?

This is very difficult for me.

I wanted to tell you before
but I just haven't had the courage.

All this matter about the Grant
had just made it easier for me.

You're unhappy with me?

Oh, no, edvard, darling.

- You've been a wonderful husband.
- I'll admit that life hasn't been much fun lately.

- Well, I do have a...
- No, it isn't that.

You see, I don't have to live like this.

I mean, I have a comfortable
home in helsingar,

and my parents want me back.

I see.

I'm tired of all this struggling.

I've grown to hate this place,

it's cold, it's dismal,

it's unfriendly.

I hate it.

I know how you feel.

I feel that way myself sometimes.

And I love you, I love you very much.

But I... 1 just have to get away from here.

All right, you go back, you go back home.

But you make it sound forever.

Oh, I don't mean to.

I'm sure I'll feel differently
just as soon as you come back.

Mm.

Look at rikard, he's such a hopeless
sentimentalist and I love him for it.

Oh, you doctors, always so grim.

I have a heavy cold, I'm going to
be out of this bed in one week,

you wait and see.

Yes, yes with your attitude,
I dare say you will be.

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Yes.

It was a shock to find him so ill, doctor.

I've been here a week
and, um, well I do have to go to Rome now.

- Now?
- Yes.

If Dr. steinrut will approve?

Diagnosis is very difficult
when you are dealing with tuberculosis

and I'm not sure how long his strength
can withstand the illness.

Yes, I see, I'll be back
in about two weeks.

I wouldn't make it any longer than that,
Mr. grieg.

Pardon me, Mr. grieg.

But if you do say to Mr. nordraak
that you will return in two weeks,

- please keep your promise.
- You can count on it Mrs. schmidt.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I told the doctor I'd be back in two weeks,
just as soon as I meet with liszt.

If you can't, fine.

You really mean that, edvard?

You have my word.

We have so many plans for Norwegian music.

And I promise we'll carry
them through, you and I.

Good morning, Mr. grieg.

Good morning.

Oh, by the way one of our members left word

that if you came in he'd like to see you.

- Oh, who?
- Mr. Gibson.

- Henrik ibsen?
- Mhm.

- Good morning, ibsen.
- Ah, it's you, grieg.

- Excuse me, let's go somewhere we can talk.
- Yes.

I've just learned
that you've become a member of our club.

Yes, a few days ago.

What brings you to Rome?

Well, I'm hoping to meet Franz liszt.

Well, they say if liszt gets behind
a young musician, his career is assured.

- Yes.
- But I wouldn't count on seeing him too soon.

- I imagine he's a pretty busy man.
- Oh, I've found that out.

- Do you play?
- Yes, well I think so.

I haven't played it for some time.

I wanted to talk to you
about my play, peer gynt.

Oh, yes that's a marvelous play.

I've decided to make it a play with music.

Would you be interested
in composing the score?

Of course.

Oh, yes thank you very much, Mr. ibsen.

Good, I'll have to make a few
revisions first, of course

but I could let you have the manuscript
in a week or two.

- That soon?
- Oh, yes.

You'd have to start on it right away

and you could count on
it taking you a year or more.

Uh, it's your move.

Unfortunately, in the convenial
spirit of Christmas,

I've promised to write
the music for an opera.

Promised whom?

Well, certainly no one
as important as you Mr. ibsen.

Then why are you hesitating?

Well, it's a friend of mine
and he's working on the libretto now.

Although, as a matter of fact,
I haven't received it yet.

Well?

All right.

I'd be delighted to start on the music
as soon as you're ready for me.

Good.

His landlady added this postscript.

"Dr. steinruck has written to Mr. nordraak's
father, asking him to come immediately,

apparently he's never been
in greater danger than now.

And may I remind you of your promise
to Mr. nordraak to return in two weeks.

He's been counting on your words, Mrs.
Schmidt."

I've got to leave at once.

Darling, I understand how difficult
this must be for you,

but you just can't postpone
your appointment with liszt.

You waited this long,
you could surely remain another six days.

I don't know.

But of course rikard understands

that is takes time to arrange meeting
with a man like liszt.

And what it means to you.

I've put all that in 20 letters

and all had been wasted, asking.

It's hard to tell your best friend
that your career comes before him.

In spite of my iliness,

my heart is still full of
the sounds of the north.

And I pray to god you'll come soon.

That we may work together
towards the great goals we share.

And I thank your kind letter
for my being in Rome.

On the strength of your reply
I received a government Grant.

But this sonata, is for piano and violin.

Mr. grieg and I will play together,
I'll be the violin.

Take a stool.

Oh, edvard, edvard, darling.

I feel like a complete fool
as someone who can't keep their tears back.

Well, hello, Mr. krogstad,
what brings you to Italy?

Pianos, as a matter of fact, I waited over
an extra three days to attend your concert.

I'm flattered.

Now I can give Nina a first hand report,
in person.

Uh, you are returning by helsinger?

No, I'm going directly to christiania.

Well, I... I don't understand.

Nina is living in helsingear.

No, Nina is living in your own home
in christiania, she never left.

- But my letters?
- They were forwarded.

Well, what... what could she be living on?

The money she received from her
father's cottage, she sold it.

Oh, no, no, no Nina said that nothing in the
world would make her part with that cottage.

Except to buy you a piano, Mr. grieg,
I was holding it until the money came.

Piano?

Nina, was... she was buying a piano for me?

If I'd only known I would never have...

It's not as grand as the one
that you bought him, Ms. berg.

But, uh, Nina's had a heart.

Here's the list, nearly everyone
from the Scandinavian club has accepted.

It will be a wonderful party.

A gala celebration I take it?

Yes, that was the idea.

Mr. grieg has much to be proud of.

As a little after dinner surprise, I have
taken the Liberty of giving the orchestra

the music for solveig song.

Therese, I have hoped
that you would sing it for us.

No... no, I can't do that,
I'm so sorry but I couldn't do it justice.

Please, therese.

The winter made way and
the springtime go by,

the springtime passed by.

The summer sun grow chilly
in the somber Autumn sky

and so the whole year died.

And still will I remain
till at last you return

for this in truth I know.

One day you will return to the land

and to the love you left

so long ago.

Well, the rest is just a repeat.

Well it's almost dawn.

We've all had a night of it.

But we can't go without singing our anthem.

You know who wrote our anthem,

the words are by bj@rnson

and the music by Richard nordraak.

Yes, we love with fond devotion

this our land that looms

rugged, storm-scared o'er the ocean,

with her thousand homes.

Edvard, edvard please.

Please wait for me.

It's strange, edvard, how a stupid willful
obsession can take hold of someone.

How it can block out every thought but one.

You see, I had convinced myself

that it would be only through
my money that your genius

could begin into the world.

All my money bought was
heartaches for everyone.

And even your success tonight,
you can thank your talent for that.

Oh, thank you.

And all that round of friends at parties,

all a bid for reflected glory.

Well, there you have it.

I think you're a marvelous woman

and I admire you very much.

Still, it's Nina you love.

Yes.

It's from bj@rnson.

It's the libretto for his opera.

He obviously sent it before he received
my letter regarding it.

I've let everybody down.

Edvard grieg.

Yes?

I am rikard nordraak's father.

Oh, how is he?

My son is dead.

- No.
- My son died with a deep sadness in his heart.

I can assure you, Mr. grieg, I did not
come to see you of my own free will.

And it is my fervent hope
that you and I never again meet.

Rikard tore this particular
page from his diary,

it was his last request
that I give it to you.

"This may have been
the most important day of my life,

it is the day I met edvard grieg
in the tivoli gardens.

Together we share a great
and beautiful ideal.

For our goal is the establishment for
a purely Norwegian, Norwegian music."

My son was a sentimentalist.

He was also an optimist.

He thought you really meant what you said.

Good day, Mr. grieg.

Excuse me, madam.

For what I've done in forsaking rikard,

I can never forgive myself.

You can at least make his dream come true.

That you can do.

Good bye, edvard.

Nina.

Nina?

Ah ah ahh ahh ah ah

ah ah ah ah

ahh ahh

Ahhh ahh

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,
midsummer's Eve,

I'll never leave
and all the magic of love I will leave

midsummer's Eve with you.

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,
midsummer's Eve,

I'll never leave
and all the magic of love I will leave

midsummer's Eve with you.

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,

midsummer's Eve, I'll never leave
and all the magic of love I will leave

midsummer's Eve with you.

I'll be with you on midsummer's Eve,
midsummer's Eve,

I'll never leave
and all the magic of love I will leave.