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I know it torments you, Catherine.

But imagine what a relief
it would be to unleash it,

to give it to an audience,
instead of holding it all inside.

You don't understand. It's evil.
No one can ever hear it.

Don't be so dramatic.
Why don't you come in and...

No. You don't know
what you're asking.

Think of your legacy, of the symphony.
Everything is written on this.

I won't do it.

Mediocre. An orchestra is a unit,
and it needs to play like one.

Miss Walker, I asked you to play rubato,

but you seem to have lost yourself
daydreaming with the form.

I trust that next time you'll play the same
piece of music as the rest of the orchestra.

Yes.

I can't hear you.

Yes.

It's been a dark week.
The loss of our dear friend Catherine

has upset our plans for
our anniversary fundraiser.

We will no longer be able
to rehearse her concerto tomorrow.

An alternative is in the works.

I thought he was going
to keep us here forever.

When you go on your flights of fancy,
it makes the rest of us sound unfocused.

Can't keep up, Franken?

Debussy actually sounds a lot nicer
if you play the notes he wrote.

Well, Debussy actually
encouraged improvisation, but fine.

Don't listen to him.

- What did you think?
- I loved it.

I think it sounds scary.

I guarantee he's making
his case to replace Catherine.

You have got to kiss ass like he does.
Better. You're better. He's just louder.

I know. Okay.

I know you know.
Does Gustafsson know?

If you don't throw yourself out there,
it's never going to happen. We'll be backstage.

Good luck.

Come on, get lost.

Oh, and Mom.

He's an asshole.

Zoe!

Mr. Gustafsson, have you decided
on what we're going to play yet?

If it were up to me, nothing.
It is not easily replaced.

Besides, the score is missing and
Catherine's family are being difficult.

But the show, as they say,
must go on.

I don't know if you've had a chance
to look at my flute concerto.

I submitted it for one of the
new composer spots next season.

If I were you, I'd be more
concerned with holding

onto my seat on the floor
than chasing a pipe dream.

This isn't a pipe dream, Mr. Gustafsson.

Please.

Miss Walker. Melanie.

Let me be honest.

Your music, it is good.

But soft.

I'm looking for something robust,
muscular, like Franklin's.

Okay, well, I can make adjustments.

Just give me your notes and
I'll go back to the drawing board.

You are young, Miss Walker.

I have no doubt you will have your time
in the spotlight, when you are ready.

Zoe?

Zoe?

Gotcha.

I hate it when you do that.

Scared you'll see
the ghosts in there?

What ghosts?

There was a fire here
a long time ago.

And a lot of people died.
Mostly kids.

I don't believe you.

It's true. My mom told me.

They have to build this
whole place up again.

Fifty years ago.

But the ghosts never left.

Kids.

Don't play with these things.

They're death traps.

Let's go. Come on.

Yeah, no, I know what lapses.

That's why I need to re-enroll.

Just the same plan, same rate.

Our files show a dependent
with a pre-existing condition.

No, we were on that plan
last year when she got sick.

That's...

I just, um...

I just need you to reinstate it.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I can email you a list of plans
you'd be eligible for.

Great.

Yeah, that would be amazing.

Thank you.

Oh, Stacey doll, clap.

So rude.

I didn't do it right.

They don't work as well as before.

I will make you an appointment
at a doctor's soon.

I promise.

Do you think I'll ever be
as good as you?

If you keep practicing,
you'll be even better.

It took me weeks
to get the font right,

but if you practice enough,

what you hear isn't so important.

You'll know when you get it right.

You'll feel it.

Yeah?

I'm gonna show you, okay?

Are you ready for this?

Isn't that cool?

Okay.

Wow.

Now you try.

But, um, take the aids off first.

Can you feel the difference?

50th Anniversary Fundraiser

Now is not a good time.

Mr. Gustafsson, um...

I made some adjustments
to my score.

You're too late.

We've decided to use Franklin's piece.

Will you at least look at it?

I worked really hard on it.

Look, I'm as disappointed
as you are.

Replacing Catherine
was not an easy decision.

Is there something else?

What if I find Catherine's score?

Look, I...

I was born in Brighton,
just like she was.

I followed every step
of her career.

I even studied under her
at the Royal Academy in London.

She was my friend.

My mentor.

I knew her family.

Let me at least talk to them.

This should be her night.

We should be honoring her memory
by playing the last thing that she wrote.

And then, if I can't
find it, it doesn't matter.

You already have your backup in place.

Franklin will be devastated.

He'll get his chance
in the spotlight later.

But you're wrong about one thing.

It's not a new score.

Not really.

What do you know about
Catherine's first concerto?

It was written while she was
studying abroad in Hanover.

Inspired by European folklore and myth.

Performed only once.

Until now.

You're going to perform
the concerto for children?

We were.

For the first time
since it premiered.

But what about the fire?

Sorry, I thought she destroyed
every copy.

She kept one for herself.

The hardest thing an artist can do
is destroy their own creation.

But this music is controversial.

Dangerous.

And there are many people
who've waited a long time to hear it.

Was Catherine on board with this?

She was considering it.

The survival of Virgil Hall
depends on this fundraiser.

And so does your career.

You have a daughter
to support, yes?

With Catherine gone, you're in need
of new friends at this symphony.

I could be such a friend.

Find the concerto
and bring it to me.

And you'll be surprised
at what doors open for you.

Can I help you?

Hi.

I'm Melanie Walker.

I was Catherine's friend.

You must be her sister, Alice.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I don't recall her mentioning you.

No, she was my advisor at university.

It's been a while.

I'm with the symphony now and
I was just wondering if I could...

You're looking for the
concerto, aren't you?

Your boss called a few times.

She's barely been in the grave
a week and here you are,

trying to make money off her death.

Vultures.

No, I...

I really didn't mean to offend you.

I'm really just thinking
about Catherine's legacy.

Like I told Mr. Gustafsson,

she didn't want it performed.

If you really cared about her legacy,
you'd respect her wishes.

How do you know she
didn't want it performed?

Because that concerto was what she was
trying to burn when she set herself on fire.

Trying to burn it?

That music will never see
the light of day.

There is nothing for you here.

Please leave.

Concerto for children.

First movement.

Allegro.

Where are the keys?

Alice?

Did you send anyone else
to Catherine's house to look for this?

Franklin, maybe?

No.

Where's the rest
of the third movement?

This is all that was left.

And the tapes? What was on them?

A piano recital, but only
of the first two movements.

Damn!

It's useless. We can't perform
something that doesn't have an ending.

I know this looks bad, but...

Well, I was up all night
studying the score.

I think I can finish
the third movement.

Absurd. There's barely a week
to the fundraiser.

I need something to rehearse now.

Well, I work fast.

I start by rehearsing
the sections that are intact.

The building blocks of the third
movement are already there.

The instrumentation, the leitmotifs,
I can hear it in my head.

Nobody knows Catherine's work
better than I do.

I know how she balanced harmonies
and how to rearrange them.

I can mimic it.

This will be a tribute to Catherine.

Oh, come on. You know as well as I,
you can use this as leverage.

You help me, I help you, yes?

Yes.

Well, the finale is
the most important section.

If the first movement
asks existential questions,

then the third provides the answers.

Well, I can do it.

Then do it.

Music is a language, too.

Abstract, perhaps,
but emotionally resonant.

I mean, reading is a learned behavior.

But we don't have to learn
to listen to music.

We surrender ourselves to it.

And because we surrender ourselves,

we must acknowledge that it
can have powerful effects on us.

It can bring out our emotions.

It can make us elated.

It can make us sad.

It can be assaultive.

And it can even scare us.

It's weird, isn't it?

Philip.

Philip.

It's beautiful.

You know, the rhythm,
it hooks you.

It's so different from
Catherine's other works.

Artists evolve.

Perhaps she wanted to distance herself
from this.

Hey, can I show you something?

Here.

It's Latin.

Bring discord to harmony,
bring chaos to cosmos.

Why do you think she
wrote that on the title page?

Harmony and discord, cosmos and chaos,
they're cosmic opposites.

I mean, music is literally
a disruption of the air.

A disruption that can contain
both harmony and discord.

Yes, but are you familiar with
the deeper implications?

Now, here.

Look at this.

A harmonograph.

Now,

harmony...

requires two or more elements
working together.

Now, if we apply some discord,

it ruins the pattern.

Same thing applies to music.

In the Middle Ages, they believed
that discord affected the soul.

It threw it off its harmonious course
onto an irrational path.

You're saying music can lead
a soul astray?

No, I mean, that's what
they thought back then.

You know, certain types of
music were like incantations

that would send people
into fits and trances.

They would hallucinate, go insane.

Called it demonic music.

Well, you have really made me feel
so much better about that.

Hey, there's a voice at the end of the tape,
but I can't make out what it's saying.

Do you think you could
clean it up for me?

I could give it my best try.

Kids, can you close the door?

I don't want to listen
to you play anyway.

I need to practice more.

My mom practices every day.

My mom says the ear is the most
important part of playing an instrument.

Come with me.

Wait here.

What are you doing?

You're not supposed
to play with that.

It's an antique.

This...

This music's weird.

I'm serious.

Listening to it made me see stuff.

What sort of stuff?

A lake.

Why do we always have
to play down here?

Why? Still scared of the dark?

No.

Good. You're it.

Count to 20.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,
12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

Zoe?

You in here?

Zoe?

Lights went out.

Colin?

Yeah.

It went dark.

I'm sorry.

I have told her not to scare him
like that, haven't I, Miss Eve?

You were supposed to be asleep
an hour ago.

I...

...can't get this song out
of my head.

Well, try to think
of something else.

Count sheep?

All right, good night.

Colin?

Can you at least keep a quiet, baby?

I don't want you to pass
your earworm on to me.

Sleep tight.

Fuck!

Hey, hey, hey...

- Hi.
- Hey.

Is Colin here?

No.

What's wrong?

He's not in his room.

How could he just disappear?

- No, he doesn't do that kind of thing.
- Look, look, look.

We're going to find him, okay?

He's going to be fine.

No, he's scared.

I know, I know.

It's dark.

A little too dark for a children's concerto,
don't you think?

I don't care if they weep
in fear or piss their pants,

so long as it's ready in time.

How long do you need?

I can get it to you tomorrow.

You don't sound confident.

Come with me.

Take a good look at this theatre.

If inspiration is what you seek,

let me suggest this.

If you do not have the
third movement finished

and ready for rehearsal tomorrow,

you will no longer have
a seat in this orchestra.

Gradual. It should be gradual.

I want to come in strong,
comprend, make a statement.

Melanie, what do you think?

It should be andante.

The flute should be andante.

It should contrast with the third section.

Andante it is.

How can you expect us to know that
if we don't even have the full concerto yet?

Calm yourself, Franklin.

Focus on the task at hand.

Enjoy your 15 minutes, Melanie.

Break a leg.

I trust you are all familiar with
the first two movements by now.

A special thank you to Miss Walker
for making this rehearsal possible.

She assures me that we will have
the third movement by tomorrow.

Though with only three days
until the show,

I have to wonder why you're
sitting there and not working.

From the top.

Franklin!

Franklin?

Franklin, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Who's in charge of the temperature?

It's too goddamn hot in here!

You know what you were saying
the other day?

Is it possible that enough discord in music
can actually have an effect on people?

Like, can it make people feel sick?

No. Music can't hurt you.

Okay, that harmony
and discord stuff and just...

...philosophical mindfuck,
it's just not science.

Hey, Phil, can I call you back?

That's my book.

I thought you were asleep.

I can't.

I'm worried about Colin.

Come here.

Which one are you reading?

The Pied Piper of Hamelin.

Come here.

The town of Hamelin
was infested with rats.

One dark night, a stranger arrived
and offered a solution to their problem.

He'd get rid of the rats
in exchange for payment.

The townspeople agreed,

and so the Piper played a tune
on his flute,

which let the rats away.

But the people went back a no-word
and refused to pay him.

Angered by their betrayal, he told them,

"If you will not pay me,
I will take what is precious to you."

That very night, the sound of a flute

woke up the children of Hamelin.

Following the sinister melody,
they left their beds.

I'm afraid to be seen.

You know what? Maybe this isn't
the best bedtime story.

What happened to the Piper?

Oh, he kept his word.

The town got what they deserved.

I have a lot of work to finish.

Go to bed.

Okay?

I didn't write this.

What the fuck is this?

What happened?

Why won't you talk to me?
Come on.

I listened to it.

The tape.

No, I wasn't supposed to.

Colin did it first.

Wait. Sorry. Colin listened
to the tape.

He said it made him see something.

A lake.

I didn't hear anything because
my hearing aid went bad.

But I could feel it.

Like I made the glass vibrate.

But I felt it in my head.

Okay.

It's still there.
I wanted to talk.

- I wanted to talk.
- Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Zoe. Zoe.

You're okay.

How about we replace it
with something else, okay?

Yeah?

When you were a baby, it always
calmed you down when I played for you.

Okay?

Take your hearing aids out.

We hear with our whole body.
Listening is about feeling. Look...

Can I come out?

Mom?

Zoe?

It's making you sick.

She hasn't delivered it, has she?

She is late.

When I was preparing my solo,
I dove into the concerto.

I mean, I really dove in.
I know it intimately.

Is there a point to this?

She doesn't have what it takes
to do the job.

I do.

Nancy!

I didn't expect you tonight.

I've been rehearsing.

You don't have to be here.
You can be at home.

Please, let me call your car.

No. No, I know where to go.

Nancy.

Nancy.

I'm very sorry about your son.

Ah, she graces us with her presence.

I trust you brought
the third movement.

Mr. Gustafson, may I have a word?

Do you have it?

I thought I was quite clear on
what would happen if you were late.

Just play something else, please.

Excuse me?

This music isn't what you think it is.

I don't think Catherine
even wrote it.

Have you gone crazy?

Am I talking to a crazy person?

No, you can't play this
in her name.

Mark my words, we will play it,
all of it, in Catherine's name.

And if you have any regard
for her legacy,

you will refrain from uttering a word
of this nonsense to anyone.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand me?!

Just get me the third movement,

and you never have to set foot
in this building again!

I don't have it.

Then get it!

You don't need her.

I've told you she'd never finish
on time.

And like I was trying
to tell you earlier,

I know the Concerto
for Children intimately.

I have it.

I wrote my own version
of the third movement.

Please, you really don't
know what you're saying.

Please, just listen to me.

No hard feelings, Melanie,
but it's for the symphony.

For Catherine.

Just listen to me, please.

Miss Walker, leave, or I'll have
security escort you out.

As far as I'm concerned, you are no longer
a member of this orchestra.

Nancy?

Nancy?

Nancy?

Now he's going to the lake.

You shouldn't be up here, sweetheart.

I have to find him.

Come on.

Let me help you down, okay?

What's wrong with me?

You think that's why he's going there?

N-N-Nancy, no!

To drown out the music.

No, Nancy! Nancy, no!

No, N-N-Nancy, no, please! Please!

No, no, N-N-Nancy!

No!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Hey, hey, hey.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

What the fuck is wrong
with you people?!

Help her!

Hey, thanks for coming.

I just need you to stay
with her a couple of hours.

Please, no problem.

Jesus, Philip, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I've just not been sleeping very well.

What is all this stuff?

Hamlin?

Yeah.

Like the...

The fairy tale.

When did you start feeling sick?

Who says I'm sick?

I do.

Since the day I played you
that tape, right?

You've been hearing it.

All the time.

All around.

Hey, is that why you can't sleep?

Look, I've just been busy with work.

Bullshit.

Hamlin, you do sleep.
You have strange dreams, right?

What do you dream about, Philip?

A lake?

- How do you know that...
- Yeah, it's because of this.

Shit...

There is something very
wrong with this music.

The, um...

Look, the combination
of the notes.

How they vibrate.

I don't think Catherine
even wrote it.

Not by herself, anyway.

It seems to affect children
differently than adults.

Just like in the fairy tale.

Puts them in danger.

Colin.

You know what you...

Mel.

Yeah?

That audio you gave me
to clean up?

I think you need to hear it.

You know, at first I thought
it was a glitch in the recording,

but it's much weirder than that.

Just play it.

Okay, well.

It's not Catherine.

It's not even a real voice.

Not human, anyway.

Do you know what it's saying?

It's more Latin.

I mean, I haven't figured out what
the second part says, but the first part...

My world is discord.

Phil, this is gonna sound
fucking weird, okay, but...

I think this thing has been
using me to finish the score.

Like, just like it used Catherine.

What happens if you finish?

I don't know.

Hey, where are you going?

To Catherine's.

I think she knew what
was wrong with the music.

Maybe she found a way to fix it.

Something I overlooked.

Gustafsson is set on this
performance happening tonight,

and I have to do something about it.

Just clean up the rest
of what's on the tape, and...

Philip.

Don't listen to that melody again.

But one child was deaf,
and could not hear the music.

She witnessed what happened,
and led the townspeople to the lake,

where the piper took the children.

But they were too late.

In their grief-stricken anger,

they chased down the piper,
and took their revenge.

Before they drowned him,
he warned them.

"As long as my music lives,
none of your children will ever be safe."

Collin?

Hide and seek.

Colin?

It wasn't enough for you to steal
my sister's concerto.

What else do you want?

There's nothing in this house but rats.

There are always rats
in this house.

I'm here to stop the concerto
from happening.

A little late for that,
don't you think?

I tried to warn you. I told you
to leave that damn score alone.

You knew about the melody.

She said writing the notes down
relieved the pressure.

I never heard it.

I was only a child when she brought
it back from Germany.

God knows how excited
I was for the premiere.

But she forbid me to come.

At the time, I didn't understand why.

But as years passed and Catherine
withered away, she started talking.

Did she tell you how to stop it?

There is no way to stop it.

It took 50 years, but that
music finally killed my sister.

She stood guard between our world
and whatever is on the other side.

But in the end, she didn't
have the strength anymore.

This music, it's a prison,
impossible to escape.

If you hear it,
he has you captured forever.

No.

No, there must be
a way to reverse it.

There isn't.
Catherine tried everything.

She isolated herself,
kept her loved ones away.

For what?

All that music did was bring pain
and chaos into my sister's life.

Chaos.

His world is discord.

A world of chaos.

You know he broke discord
into harmony of...

I have to put it back into harmony.

Fuck, oh my god, that's it.

Fuck.

Chloe.

You would never have
a friend, would you?

But Bailey is no ordinary cow.

Bailey is a dancing cow.

Do you know how
to make a cow dance?

You'll come with, would you?

What about you?

Can you whistle?

Then whistle with me.

Please stop, stop.

Just do it.

Just, please, please.

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop....

Please stop.

Will you stop?
Please...

Just stop.

Stop!

Stop!

Make it...

...stop!

Stop!

Stop!!!

Stop! Philip, Philip...

Jesus!

Hey! Where's Zoe?

Look at me, where's Zoe?

Where the fuck is Zo...

Now we come to the centrepiece
of tonight's celebration.

The intention of the Concerto
for Children,

composed by our friend.
The late, great Catherine Fleischer,

is to inspire the generation
of tomorrow.

So tonight will be
the first time since 1975

that the concerto will be played
in full and uninterrupted.

I hope you enjoy.

I am Maestro Gustafsson.

Zoe!

Zoe!

No.

Run!

I couldn't save them.

We are together.

Yes, we are together.

No.

I liked my version better anyway.

Zoe!

It's all right.

No...

It's all right.

Zoe.

Zoey, look at me.

We have to play it together.

Okay?

Hey...

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Do any of those kids remember
what happened?

Mm-mm.

They don't remember where they were,
what they saw, what they heard.

And Zoe?

Zoe doesn't remember anything.

Good, Zoe, what an improvement.

Thanks.

Miss Augustine,

I wrote a song.

You wrote it all by yourself?

Well, it's based on an old song
I heard once.

This one's brand new.

Do you want to hear it?

I can't end up like Catherine.

Isolating herself,
shutting herself away.

That's why she failed.

She couldn't fight it on her own.

You won't end up like her, okay?

You broke the curse.
You saved the children.

It won't affect you
or anyone else anymore.

It's over.

It's over.