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Miss Maurier? Mr Dallayrac is expecting you.

This trunk at the foot of the stairs.

This one, in the room on the right.

Welcome, Sophie! Not too tired?

lt's been a long trip... -l'm all right.

l don't know how to thank you...

Joachim always puts people off balance!

A week ago, l didn't know what he wanted.

l'm getting used to it.

And you came...along with the furniture.

Charles, take the young lady's luggage to her room.

We have three lawsuits on our hands for breach of contract.

Joachim is being summoned? -He doesn't care.

You've read the headlines?

Dallayrac establishes a school for one pupil.

He loves your voice. He'll end up by loving you.

He'll never say so. And quite soon, you'll love him too.

You already admire him. He surprises you. He puzzles you.

Admiration, curiosity, surprise... that amounts to love.

l know... from experience. -Why do you tell me this?

Because l'm 40 and you're 18.

l have the privilege of age; you have its advantage.

There's your room... Excuse me, l have work to do.

Here l am, Estelle.

Aren't you feeling well?

l feel like a sailor abandoning ship

and realizing he sees neither land nor his ship.

Most unpleasant!

Especially since l asked you to jump with me!

You also asked her!

l told her you'll end up loving her.

Let's put some order in all this... -Love?

The scores...

Dear uncle Fran�ois...

You know how eager l was to see Joachim, to speak to him...

Well, dear uncle, let me tell you l haven't seen my teacher...

l admit l'm a little lost.

l feel as if l no longer control my life

since that day, on the boat that took us back from London

when you introduced Joachim to me.

But drama demands this move!

lt would be a drama if l sneezed during the aria!

Your movements don't interest me. l sing where there are no draughts!

Sorry, Estelle, you must have heard this ten times already!

My niece heard you sing in London. She told me...

Yes?

No, l didn't say anything. Nothing important.

You thought it was my swan song? ls that it?

lt sounded like a cry of agony.

And you felt it.

You're gifted.

My uncle told me that...

...that l was the only one who could teach you to sing... Right?

The Master gives her more and more difficult aria's.

She's managed a little better today.

l have to leave tomorrow.

Lhomond wants to see me. -What does he want?

lt seems he refuses to be the manager of a ghost!

There was a lot of malicious gossip. -Let them talk!

You're putting me in an impossible situation!

The critics... your public, everyone regrets your departure. And why this?

What a sacrifice for a singing school with one pupil!

Some think you're restraining her.

That's right! l'm restraining her with scales! You can quote me!

At least, give me a plausible answer for your retirement.

You're about to miss your train. Goodbye, my friend.

Stop him! Stop the thief!

Sophie?... Once more.

You're dreaming. There's no progress!

What about it?

Why doesn't Joachim love me?

What do you expect from him? Joachim belongs only to himself.

And that's quite ajob already! -And why don't you love me?

Enough! You're here to learn to sing!

What do l have to do to make you love me?

What's going on?

Come in! lt's not foribben...

My guest. -What do you mean?

l even have the intention of keeping him.

He sings as well as he steals!

l steal when l'm hungry.

Joachim, you're out of your mind! -l have a singing school, don't l?

You, stay right where you are!

My name is Jean.

You seriously consider keeping him here?

You blamed me for having only one pupil. One too lovely.

You ought to be glad. Here's another one. And perfectly horrible!

Who'll soon leave with the silverware!

l'm answering Fran�ois.

What did his letter say? You didn't tell me.

l was about to. He sent us newspaper cuttings.

Questions about your retirement. Do you want to read them?

Certainly not. l can well imagine.

Some mention your health. -Any excuse for my desertion!

Fran�ois thinks you ought to publish a denial.

Like some politician caught red-handed?

He wants to record your voice.

So he believes the rumours? ln that case, why a denial?

Fran�ois has recorded dozens of voices. Nobody has died yet.

Dear Fran�ois...

Tell him no. Tell him gently.

He inquires about Sophie...

You answer him.

l was never able to account for my life. Let alone the lives of others!

Come, l want to hear you sing.

Right away? -This is the perfect moment!

The night is a ruthless orchestra!

You must be insane! -Do as l say!

We'll wake everyone! -They're used to it!

But l'm sleepy! -l don't give a damn if you're sleepy!

Higher!

The acute more sustained!

Higher!

Higher! -But l can't!

Yes, you can!

Higher!

You see? l can't! -You can't or you won't! Go on.

That's enough! -May l go to bed now?

You have the voice. All you lack is the staying power!

You may go.

Get a move on!

The boy has nothing in his arms!

He'll end up by breaking his new toy!

Faster!

You're losing ground!

That's much better! You're strong.

Soon you'll acquire the stamina you lack. -Unless l die!

lf you quit, you'll at least be healthy!

lf you stay, you'll be the best tenor in the world!

You said 'baritone'! -You'll be a tenor!

Take a deep breath!

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...

...seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.

You'll be a tenor!

You must concentrate to the point that you no longer see me pass!

Nothing exists but your voice and the song!

Once more.

That's better.

The music is invading you...

Let it penetrate you...

Go on.

Nothing... nothing must stop you!

Do you understand? Absolutely nothing!

You must be totally concentrated!

Relax your shoulders!

Relax your chest!

Sing. Go ahead, sing!

Open your eyes.

One also sings with one's eyes! Especially you!

Don't deny yourself that. And don't deny others that!

l know you're watching me. So tell me what you have to say.

Has he a beautiful voice?

Yes. lt's even quite remarkable!

He's about the same age as Sophie, more or less.

Precisely. -l warned you.

That l'd fall in love with Sophie?

That's right. That's what happened.

But that's no longer important.

Go on. One, two...

No, the first time, it is aus gr�nem und weissem.

There's a measure for nothing! You haven't learned a thing!

You still make stupid mistakes! lt's a shame!

No, two minims... Ja-de.

Let's take it from there.

No, l can't make it! l'm fed up with it!

Jean, come back here.

You know why l stay here? To be able to despise people like him!

But to be able to despise people, you need money! Celebrity...

A reputation...

And talent?

Talent... l'll have that!

lt'll take time, but l'll have it!

Such a perseverance!

Maybe l'm also staying for you. -Liar!

Let's do it again.

What do you think?

Not first-rate!

ln five years, maybe... -Five years! Me too?

Or more. -But do you realize...?

He messed it up again!

Let's get out of here. He irritates me.

What's the matter?

l like it when you laugh.

That's unusual?

More so than you think.

At times...

No. -Speak up.

At times, it's as if you're playing a part: the tyrannical teacher!

You're too good an actor. -Too good?

As if you were hiding behind a mask. Why?

Why always hide?

Because of you. And because of Jean.

l want you to revolt.

That's when you are at your best.

You must be proud.

On the stage, one is all alone.

l know l feel all alone.

You must learn to love your loneliness as l did.

ls that you speaking, or the teacher?

Guess!

You're so lovely!

As a child, when Mozart was asked to play the harpsichord, he always said:

Say you love me!

Tell me you love me.

No, Sophie...

You'll be leaving soon, or l'll leave.

Soon... it's either too much, or too little.

l'll never leave.

Then l will leave.

But since l want it...

You still have a lot to learn.

And me? You don't care about me?

You only think of what l have to sing.

But one can't sing when ones' not happy, and l'm not happy!

No, l'm not.

Sophie wasn't with you? -No, she preferred to walk back.

ln this weather?

You quarrelled? -Not at all.

What did you tell her? -Nothing. She'll come back all right.

Are you... -Let's have dinner.

No, we're not waiting for her.

Why are you crying? -l don't know.

l do.

lndeed, he has a voice!

He's a brute!

Who is? Jean or Joachim?