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Night

Hey, co-uterine.

Have you seen my score of Saint-Saà «ns? I can not find it.

Should I know where your music is?

I'm so sorry if I asked you.

Are you done?

I need your headphones. Mine are broken.

I'm not doing much either.

You know what they say, don't you?

"Uh-uh. Hurray for the holidays!"

I'm going to my room.

There is nothing to it.

No, you have to visit the north. For the vineyards.

After all, it is the land of wine.

Near Venice. What is the region called?

-Veneto. -It could be done.

-Done. -Yes!

Hey!

Juju, honey. Have you finished exercising yet?

There not yet.

-Juliet is the youngest. - Didn't you have twins?

Two minutes of difference. He held the door open for her.

We hear you're going to Juilliard.

Congratulations, that's great.

My sister Vi will go there. Next year.

-Julie will take a gap year. -Brava.

I have a cousin who after fine arts and college

Ended up teaching washi tape decorations in kindergarten.

Hey, DIY is important.

There are eight billion people in the world

that they would like to excel, but it will not happen.

The Instagram generation needs to be more realistic.

I'm not on social media, so ...

-Seen? -Good. It is a start.

-What time do we leave? -Whenever you want.

They attend the Lindberg Academy.

The academy where that girl ...

Don't worry. I hardly knew her.

Okay, honey, get everything ready for tomorrow.

-It was a pleasure. -Thank you.

Ok.

What was the name of that place?

Max! Max!

-Hi. -Hello, Vi.

Quiet, Vi! Take your time!

The car unloads itself!

A young love. A father's nightmare.

Did you take the medicine?

Look, I know you felt bad about Juilliard.

They don't know what they're missing. Listen to me.

You have a big heart.

- And a nice little face. -Pope .

It doesn't matter what those artists say.

Life isn't all about solos and spotlights.

And any academy would kill for you.

I take your things.

FOR OUR GREAT WORKER! WITH LOVE M & P (DON'T TELL YOUR SISTER!)

DREAM IN GREAT LUMINOUS SHINE

Moira Wilson was one of the best musicians

to have honored the Lindberg Academy.

Most of you

they had never lost anyone before six weeks ago.

Moira's disappearance is a stark reminder of the dark times we face

in life and in our artistic careers.

As you all know,

Moira was entitled to the solo concert

during the end-of-quarter essay.

The scholastic tradition wants

that this concert is often a stepping stone

for the career of Lindberg graduates.

After discussing it for a long time,

we decided to redo the selection for the concert in his memory.

Final year students are encouraged to participate.

Present the repertoire to Prof. Cask.

THE SUICIDE FAMILY: THE ART SCHOOL KNEW

So, are you into music, new Hunger Games ?

- "Get into music" is offensive. - Did you tell him?

-I might already know. -Were you at the assembly?

I was busy.

-They will reassign the concert. -In memory of Moira la Matta.

Oh God. Stop calling it that.

She carved symbols on the wall and threw herself out of a window.

She did not speak to anyone and was ambidextrous.

And this is important because ...

He wrote with both hands. On the contrary, like Leonardo.

- It was creepy. -He was brilliant.

But isn't it strange, this selection?

She died only six weeks ago.

Maybe it's a little early, but the essay is a big opportunity.

Someone else should take it.

- Juilliard will send the recruiters. -Really?

My golden girl will amaze them again.

-It is a selection open to all. -You are with Cask.

Best professor, best student.

And then, if you want my absolutely impartial opinion,

they should have chosen you right away.

-So you pushed her and then ... -Shut up!

-And then she was born to excel. -Everything comes back.

-Will you change piece? - it's too late.

And Roger would say no.

-You know how I think. - "No one has ever won with Mozart."

Jules, I tell you as a loving sister. Get your balls out.

Repeat after me:

"Roger Melling, you are a bad drunk and cowardly teacher ..."

-I could never tell him. -Why?

Are you afraid of its claw?

Thats enough.

It is called focal dystonia and it happens to many musicians of his age.

The claw will catch you.

Hey, she dropped it ...

MOIRA WILSON ADVANCED MUSICAL THEORY

The phrasing.

Good. Very well.

I see you managed to practice

despite drugs and alcohol.

The spirits I leave them to the experts.

Very funny.

-They will reassign the concert. -I found out.

-Do you feel positive? -I would like to change the piece.

I was thinking of the concert n ° 2 of Saint-Saà «ns.

I have to practice on the third movement, but I can do it.

-You mean Vivian's piece. - It's not that hard.

Cask makes Vi play it.

Henry has his own methods.

-I know, but if I could ... -You'd get a mediocre result.

Is this what you want?

Do not abandon Herr Amadeus.

It will pay you back. It always does.

Professor Cask?

My piece for tomorrow.

SAINT-SAÃ ‹NS CONCERT N ° 2 IN G MINOR

"Immortal glory for she who knows And welcomes me into her darkness

"The ritual of the book follows her One, two, three, four, five, six."

Tartini.

The composer.

There was no name of the piece.

It is The Devil's trill.

By the way, Vivian doesn't know you'll play the same song as her,

vero?

Please don't tell him.

It would kill me.

Good luck.

Jules, open this fucking door!

Jules, we'll be late! Jules!

Co-uterine, you owe me ...

- Fuck. -Absurd.

- Don't you mark it on the calendar? -No, it wasn't expected ...

Fuck!

Hey. Come here. Watch me. Hey.

Focus, okay?

Ok.

Everything is alright. Put on a tampon and go.

We?

Vi? -Jul no edge.

Bene, Andy.

-Is there still someone there? -I haven't played yet.

Juliet. Come.

Come.

Here it says

that you too will cheer us up with Saint-Saà «ns?

Am I right?

When you are ready.

Juliet, can you hear me?

She recovered.

-We are waiting for the nurse. -What happened?

You fainted.

How did I play? Good?

Very well.

Roger says you take Propranolol.

-Do you suffer from anxiety? -Yes.

Given the latest events, perhaps you feel a little destabilized.

Do you have any worries? Strange thoughts?

-Are you restless? -No.

Anything.

Remember. E flat major.

Here is an alteration.

Find where.

Same thing here.

Don't forget the name of the cadence.

Hand me the transcripts

by the end of the day, ladies and gentlemen.

Everything good? Have you been to the infirmary?

Yes, it was a nervous breakdown.

You played well. Did Roger change his approach?

No, I probably felt inspired.

It works. Whatever it is.

Take advantage of the moment, okay?

Ok.

We!

Vi, adventure.

There, stop.

Sorry I made a mistake. I had to tell you that I had changed the song.

You stole my piece.

-What is there to laugh about? - Nothing, is that ...

You suggested that I change.

With something from Beethoven, Grieg or maybe Rachmaninov.

-I did not think about it. -Indeed.

If you had, you would have known that you made a fool of yourself.

I knew you were envious of me

but, thanks to your stunt, now everyone knows.

LINDBERG ACADEMY MUSICAL ASSAY

CONCERT N ° 2 IN G MINOR CAMILLE SAINT-SAÃ ‹NS

SOLO PIANO: VIVIAN LOWE

-How are you? -Good.

And so you chose Saint-Saà «ns.

You know, when I suggested you

not to abandon Mozart,

I did it in your interest.

But now it's done.

- Are you proud of me? -Proud?

Of course I'm proud of you.

We have been studying together for four years. You are a good pianist.

Old.

What if I could be more?

I'm not following you.

What if I could be more than good?

If I could be great?

What if I just need a chance to prove what I'm worth?

Julie, I appreciate your ambition.

But, if we were all concert players, there would be no orchestras.

You are a good pianist and I believe in you,

but you have to revise your expectations.

We can't all aspire to concerts.

-And what should I aim for? - To a professorship.

To chamber music.

You are a good escort

and many schools would like you.

"A good escort?"

At nine, I practiced three hours a day.

I've never had a PlayStation.

I have never smoked a cigarette.

Do you know what the average age at which virginity is lost in this country is?

Seventeen years old.

Next month I'll be a fucking statistical anomaly.

I have dedicated my whole life to music

and she thinks I could play a piano in a school

to get insulted by middle school kids?

Did you vote for her?

-Thing? - Upon selection.

Did you vote for Vi?

Vivian...

She is a more experienced musician.

Let's leave it all behind.

No.

She fits me tightly, Roger.

- Are you tight? -Don't pretend to be dumb.

I know it and she knows it.

And, if he were a good teacher, he would have entrusted me to someone else for some time.

And the Juilliard? Is it always my fault?

You had to apply elsewhere as well.

Northwestern, Oberlin. Maybe they would have admitted you.

But you insisted. Juilliard only.

Which accepts only 6% of candidates.

It bothers you, doesn't it?

That I have ambitions.

That I am not satisfied with being in the background.

In the background? If you keep it up,

you'll be the first virtuoso in the world to turn burgers.

Better than being a misshapen drunkard

pretending to have chosen teaching

when he hasn't performed in public for 20 years.

Julie...

We opted for suspension.

There will be an investigation, but Roger is a very good teacher.

- We want to be careful. -I see.

You need an interim tutor.

I've already asked Laura. It placed.

I would prefer to work with Prof. Cask.

Henry only works with students who aspire to a career in music.

Per me è così.

It does not matter.

If it were my sister, I would.

Really. I am very sorry for her.

Really?

-Really? -Oh, Jules. Christ.

- What crap is that? - Absorbents. True, Vi?

You are such a bitch, you know?

Ok, listen.

It's all right now.

We're even.

What do you mean?

In what sense "what do I mean"?

We are co-uterine. Together forever, right?

Quite right.

Did you know about Roger?

Yes. What bad luck.

They assigned me to Cask.

Congratulations.

Chromatic scale from B flat.

In newts. Two-handed.

Ok. First movement.

That's Mozart.

If I'm not mistaken, you went to Saint-Saà «ns.

Or was it just a stunt to infuriate your sister?

Saint-Saà «ns.

First movement.

Why did you change the piece?

I do not know.

Why did you change the piece?

I wanted to beat her.

His technique is no better than yours.

-Don't ... -Accept the compliment.

His technique is no better.

Not even his performance.

What makes Vivian a star and you ...

what you are?

She sounds like she has the Devil at the door.

And Moira?

Moira?

He had beaten Vi the first time.

Is that what it sounded like?

She sounded like the Devil was in the room.

Music is a violent sport.

If you want to have the spotlight, you don't have to be hindered by anything.

Not even from Vivian.

Fuck.

Dad - Leonardo's Country ... Good evening, darlings

He wrote with both hands. On the contrary, like Leonardo.

Holy shit.

"One: invocation."

"Two: security."

"Tre: trionfo."

"Four: consummation."

"Five: purification."

Be...

Hey - Come on - To the party - Graduates?

Let's meet on the south lawn

It is the tradition!

I can not.

Vi doesn't want me there.

-There is a curfew. - Of course he wants you.

Here we go. Late.

-What if they catch us? - It never happened.

Hey, Max. Wait.

How are you doing, man?

Hey!

Reinforcements have arrived.

What's up, friend?

-I have something for you. -Thank you.

What do you have for me?

You are great. Thank you.

Hey, revelers.

Who wants some good stuff? The doctor has arrived.

You are a rebel, Jules. An outcast.

A guerrilla who opposes tyranny ...

Ok.

Because it's 3:00 in the morning!

It's over, okay?

I am with Max.

What part of "it's over" is not clear to you?

Are you kidding me?

It's not enough.

He won't fuck with you anymore.

And stop calling me.

We?

Vi, is that you?

Holy shit.

Hi, Jules. Everything good?

Can I ask you something? Why do you play?

If I'm honest,

I do it for the pussy.

-The bad girls of the orchestra. -Be serious, Max.

I do not know. I've always wanted that.

And you? Why did you start?

-You've already heard that. - Not from you.

My parents love two things.

Expensive travel

and the dozen Hollywood musicals.

Their favorite is An American in Paris.

Where Oscar Levant plays Gershwin's Concerto in F.

I swear I've seen that scene 100 times

between four and five years.

And then I started begging my parents that, to shut me up,

they let us take piano lessons.

In me, a light bulb went on and it all made sense.

For Vi, less.

Then something happened.

-Thing? -She has become good and I am not.

No, you were great at the audition.

Are you taking any new vitamins?

-It was a lucky day. -I want to know it.

Okay, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone.

Especially in Vi.

I stole Moira's notebook.

Wait up. Thing?

I did not want to. He fell while they were cleaning his locker.

I read it. Let's say studied.

And it's as if he's talking to me.

As if he were trying to help me.

I feel more confident in myself.

As if you were in control.

Everyone has their own vices.

Is it you?

Next year you will go to San Francisco.

She will be on the East Coast.

We will ...

work the thing.

-So you love her? -Sure.

Come on, Jules. You know how it works. Love, hate, etc.

-No I do not know. -What do you mean? Have you ever been kissed?

We've all been there.

I would like.

Being kissed.

Hi, honey.

What happens? We were just ...

-To my sister. - We tried to call you.

-Max was just helping me. -Don't be a martyr.

I saw how you looked at him.

And you have deluded her even though you have noticed it.

We were talking.

What do you believe? I've seen you!

- You saw us talking. - I heard what you said.

Vi, what the fuck are you doing?

-You! -What the fuck were you doing?

-You! - Shut the fuck up!

My love I'm sorry. Nothing happened!

What the fuck ...

We?

- Stop! -Jules, wait.

Where is Vi?

Oh Christ.

Vi, love? I'm on my way, okay?

Resist, okay?

Everything will be fine.

I'll be right there.

There, baby.

Everything is alright.

Max. Max.

Send the others to bed.

Have you seen the light before?

Which light?

Ready? I need an ambulance. Jules, go!

- Fuck, Jules. -What happened last night?

After you fell there?

You told us what happened and we went inside.

-E Vi? -Juliet?

The director wants to see you.

-Hi. How are you ... - They're waiting for you.

Juliet.

Sit down.

I guess you know what happened last night.

Your sister and Max have drifted away from school.

-She's fine? -Yes.

It has been suspended.

He will spend his class hours in isolation.

We tried to contact your parents

since the hospital called us. Do you know where they might be?

I'm in Europe.

-Can he play there? The arm looked ... -Broken. In two places.

Vivian will not be able to play the piano.

At least for a while.

-How much? -Six months.

-In the fall he has Juilliard. -First it must heal perfectly.

Which brings us to why you are here.

We are too advanced with rehearsals to change the repertoire.

Henry said you learned Saint-Saà «ns.

Are you offering me the concert?

You don't have to decide now.

But given your recent progress, we think you would do a great job.

I have the exams.

You will be able to practice more.

Sì.

Yes, I agree.

Ok. Then it's decided.

Andy?

Are you ready?

We! We!

Congratulations.

He will never forgive me.

Yet you accepted.

Thank you.

There is some left.

We.

Please, open up.

Do you know what the doctor said?

Risk of not being able to play as before.

I'm sorry it went like this, but I didn't break your arm.

It wasn't necessary.

What do you mean?

You could have warned me.

You warned Max.

And dropped me.

Am I right, Jules?

We were once so united.

I knew that each one would take its own path,

-but I didn't think ... -I heard you on the phone last night.

Who were you talking to?

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

I know you cheated on Max and he has a right to know.

And, very selflessly, you'll be the one to tell him, right?

You have something strange. Don't think she doesn't see it.

But this time I won't be there to pick up the pieces.

ANOTHER LOST TALENT

BRAIN DEATH

DEATH OF THE FATHER IMMOLATION

THE AFFECTION OF RELATIVES

Hey.

- Did you want to talk? -Thank you for coming.

-Everything is alright? -I would not say.

I told you about Moira's notebook.

I wasn't sure, but after the other night I understood.

The things pictured here are happening to me.

Not only do they happen, but they help me. This is Vi.

And this is Roger.

And this is me. I think.

Are you saying this notebook predicts the future?

No, of course not.

These things also happened to Moira.

Did you know he lost his parents before he died?

The mother fell off a ski lift and ended up in a coma.

The father set their house on fire.

-With him inside. -Christ, it's terrible.

-Psychoses are inherited. - Even in schools?

Or these things happened first to Moira and now to me

or I'm going crazy like her.

No madman believes himself to be such.

We are logical.

Moira had some horrible times,

he couldn't talk about them and so he drew them.

L'arteterapia esiste.

It is no longer likely that you are projecting

those images in everyday life?

Unconsciously.

The concert is in two weeks. You have exams.

You're cracking up, Jules.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I don't know who else to talk to. In reality ,

I should tell you something.

- Can we at least talk about it? - it's over!

Can you say anything meaningful?

Don't even listen to me!

Two days. You're nervous?

If you need something ...

Tomorrow is our birthday.

Mine are back. They'll take us to dinner.

Best wishes.

Are you free?

Hey, it's me.

The door was open.

Are you OK?

I do not think so.

Ok.

Where is Vi?

I do not know.

Actually, we ...

We broke up.

Good.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

It was a bad idea.

Max!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, Vivian and Juliet

Happy birthday to you

Make a wish!

We did not expect the news from Juju.

We obviously feel sorry for Vi.

But the last time Julie performed solo in public was ...

- In second grade? -Yes.

The teacher had assigned her a solo part and ...

-Never played solo with Gwen. -Yes, instead.

It was a gavotta. Anyway, the poor thing is out ...

Can we avoid?

Henry, the girls told us about your amazing career.

Who did you play with? Berlin something?

Berliner Philharmoniker. In Moscow, in London and now I'm here.

Guardian of a new generation.

- Did I miss the joke? -No, that's what he said "new generation".

Classic music.

The statistics are not promising.

-Cass. - No problem.

Keep going. A little debate never hurts.

-What statistics are you talking about? -Well ...

Your audience is dwindling and aging.

Only 1.5% of the music broadcast online is classical.

Do not get me wrong. The girls chose this path

and let's see how hard they work. It is a great thing.

But it is inevitable to ask

if in ten years there will still be someone to listen to them.

Do you know the composer Tartini?

The Devil's trill.

Tartini was a violinist.

One day, when he woke up, he saw the Devil sitting at the end of the bed.

The Devil with his violin.

He asked the creature what it was doing there.

And Satan replied that he would teach him such a perfect melody

and divine

to make him move by its beauty.

In return, Satan only asked him for a soul.

The composer woke up, this time for real, and the Devil was not there.

He picked up his pen and threw down some notes.

Three hundred years later,

no one remembers his compositions.

Except The Devil's Trill.

Fortunately, the Devil does not play the piano.

Classical music is not easy.

You start playing in kindergarten,

you dedicate your whole life to it

in hopes of becoming good enough to compete.

When you go to a concert, of a great soloist,

it is not just music that you see.

È sacrifice.

We will also live in a world that listens to ignorant kids

swearing with a drum machine

but, as long as there is someone who appreciates the sacrifice,

real music will survive

preserved by those who deserve it.

Here comes the dessert.

Hey! You.

- Come back here. - Honey, what ...

Vivian Lowe, where do you think you're going?

I'm sorry, Henry. I don't know what got into her.

It is a stressful time for everyone. Are you staying in the city?

Sì. In un B&B?

They make lousy coffee, but ... What's your name?

Didn't you get your ticket?

-Which? - That of the valet.

You're drunk?

I can get Juliet back.

I live near the school.

I'm sorry. I was wrong last night. I need more time.

Found anything?

I didn't know you were directing.

I won it in Germany. The Leon München.

-Has Leon München won? - I finished second

and it's been 20 years, but yeah.

Then tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Listen to me carefully, because I will only say it once.

You have something inside.

A strong potential.

You still have to develop it, but it is there.

Some people will try to convince you otherwise,

so you have to repeat this to yourself:

"I have a gift."

What are you doing?

-I thought that ... -You believed badly.

-You said ... -Christ, Juliet.

I just wanted to give you security.

Don't risk your career kissing a student!

Something makes you laugh?

No.

I just know.

- About her and Vi. -I do not understand.

I saw your number on your phone.

I only realized it was her after she gave it to me yesterday.

Fucked, right?

She was consenting.

-And anyway it's over. -So why do you keep calling her?

He's in love with her, right?

You know, I used to idolize her.

But she is no different from Roger.

He acts like a big man in an empty house

with his trophy for a second place won 20 years ago.

And you.

You don't know anything about failure, do you, Juliet?

I've had ups and downs.

But from tomorrow everything will change.

She said it too, didn't she?

I have a gift.

And, unlike him or Roger's, I won't miss a chance to prove it.

- I'll be great. -Yes.

Shall we name any of the greats?

Gould, Ashkenazy, Horowitz.

What do they all have in common?

I do not know. What do they have in common?

They did not go to art schools.

You have never wondered why the Perahia and Pollini of this world

weren't they wasting their time winning school selections?

Because they jumped that hurdle before many learned to walk.

They performed all over the world before they knew how to ride a bicycle.

You won't miss your chance to grow up, Juliet.

You've already lost it.

It is not true.

I am not like her.

No.

You don't even have a trophy.

Bad bitch! Get out!

VI: SACRIFICE

You are the last of the first group.

Unfortunately Henry won't be there.

He gave himself sick.

I'm sure everything is fine.

I just wanted to warn you.

I need to talk to you.

Yes. I apologize.

Good evening!

Thanks for coming here tonight.

For the last year's music course,

this evening represents the culmination of an artistic journey

four years long here at Lindberg.

Now, without further ado,

I give the stage to the first musician.

Forward.

I was starting to wonder ...

Hello, co-uterine.

Max told me what happened.

What did I do to you to hate me, Jules?

Where did I go wrong?

Second grade. Solo with Gwen. Do you remember?

Mom doesn't.

You were in seventh heaven.

But, on that fateful evening, when you went out ...

you got stuck.

Like a rabbit in front of a car.

Mom and Dad couldn't get you off the stage and I came.

I went up, I took you by the hand

and I told you ...

Do you remember?

That I would always be by your side.

Maybe I haven't always been a perfect sister,

but I kept my promise.

And in return you took my teacher away from me,

my boyfriend and my future.

Do you know how hard I worked for Juilliard?

What sacrifices have I made?

And you took it all away from me.

For what? Why am I better than you?

Different.

You were better than me.

-But I'll play on that stage tonight. -Jokes?

You are the substitute.

We'll see what the Juilliard recruiters will say

when this substitute is on that stage in ten minutes.

Do you think there are recruiters tonight?

I know, Alexis said ...

Alexis è an idiot.

Juilliard is the best art academy in the world.

He doesn't need to send recruiters.

Jules. You believed that things would change.

-Stop confusing me. - I don't need it

and do you know why?

You will also be able to step on that stage and sound like no one ever

in musical history, but nothing will change.

You will always be Juliet Lowe

and next year you won't have anywhere to go.

We are both failed.

But at least I have an excuse.

You are just mediocre.

Good luck.

I have a gift. I have a gift.

I have a gift.

Juliet, it's your turn.

Unleash hell, Juliet.

See you on stage.

What's up, Juliet?

EXIT

Juliet,

you are a star.

Sì.

I am.

Subtitles: Sara Raffo

Creative supervisor Danila Colamatteo