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Hey everybody, it's opens, the

Alright.

Thank you for everyone.

cadence of our

ando river

Thank you.

Whatever stars illuminate the operating sky, there is still a number of anyone in the world.

Don't you agree?

She was magnificent.

It's probably after your favorite, Ruby. It's mine.

You don't mind that going on?

I prefer La Boéne, Mr. Understand.

The story is so alarmingly direct to Point.

Enjoy anything Mother sings.

La Boéne is my favorite.

Ah, I forgot mine.

Romantic wife likes good love story, don't you mind dear?

Do not be sarcastic, George. It only makes people uncomfortable.

Look at you both so young and radiant. You make my bones ache.

I'm so happy you are here.

Caruso is Italian.

Calvé is French, Nordica and Eames are American.

They all have opera houses in their own lands to go.

They can go home and still practice their profession, but I am from Australia.

If I wish to have an opera company there, I shall have to create my own.

Mr. Amistan will help you, aren't you, Mr. Amistan?

He already has. He has inspired me.

We passed this way but once I've won, so I don't want to learn repeating myself.

But your mother can make an opera company as good as I can.

Any time, any place.

I should be taking quite a risk.

Everything's risky.

You an old lady broke her leg trying to get into a church before.

I was only your grandfather.

He could build an opera house in Melbourne. He has never seen me before.

He's never seen me at all.

Yes, he has. When you were a little boy.

It is Ruby who he has never seen.

No, George. I envy you.

You're in love?

Yes, thank you.

You've got money.

You're young.

You're the world.

You have power.

You're hell.

Tell me, huh?

You are a few of them to travel?

Yes. Very much.

Sorry, it runs in the family.

Ruby and I went to Oregon to visit my father, under Texas.

I live there once.

My wife didn't like it.

Never take someone to a place that you've been to before.

You've got to go someplace new.

Two of you together.

Of course.

It's more so in New York than anywhere else.

Actually, my dear, the wrongs.

It is the wrongs.

Wherever you are.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Is everything all right, my dear?

Yes, of course.

George's father was a difficult man.

Prone to strange moods.

I had no idea.

I found him utterly charming.

Well, if there's anything I can do.

Thank you.

I shall remember that.

I figure I've been farming enough for a while.

I'd rather hear the rattle of a London bus than the call of the wild.

Listen, George.

There's something I want to say to you.

I never knew my mother since I was a kid.

Not much older than you are.

She died.

That'd be seen.

Can I tell you?

I find out my mother.

I am a man in a million.

A man in a million.

I understand what I'm saying to you, George.

She's a wonder.

She's strong.

She's tough.

I'd rather be shipwrecked on a desert island with ten Italian tenants than beyond the wrong side of her.

You take good care of her.

I'm not a good man.

You take good care of her.

I'm a man in Melbourne.

Good night.

It's long past the hour that I've done childhood loss.

We need to get...

...sattlet.

Are you leaving now, Mr. Hammerstein?

It's a pleasure to see you again.

What an odd man.

So bolder.

He's a Jew, isn't he?

I am rather tired.

Perhaps I should say good night.

Good night, mother.

You're a fin in my mother.

But where you talked about Mr. Hammerstein?

Nonsense.

You called him vulgar.

He is.

God Almighty, how stupid you are.

Don't blaspheme?

What?

Surely one must have some principles.

One must consider for one's class.

Perhaps you cannot understand that not being properly English,

but I was brought up to consider my class always.

I practically had it drummed into me.

How totally bloody boring for you.

Really, George, you're impossible.

It's like talking to a socialist.

Have you ever talked to a socialist?

No, of course not.

Never mind.

You can be a little snob if it suits you.

Oh, my love is so lonely.

Just remember today.

I am calling you Esther.

Spott, excuse me.

gives me your hand in one of your orders.

You are ingian.

The East, the East, the Couzar,

he validated it as unto me.

The East, the Catholic,

Cnie Aisiah!

hawkes, Heil, who you are,

will give us, I will never contain the world.

I arrived in New York in the 60s.

I was 15 years old.

I had pwned my violin to pay for the passage.

89 days, steerage, starvation, sickness, rats, russies.

I'll tell you, New York would pretty good to a boy

called that guy, which could only

be a German.

So I buy a German paper.

He is a guy who is offering a job with tobacco factory.

So, I learned about tobacco.

They made a hundred better ways to make a scar.

By 1874.

Some one published in the United States.

My father left Scotland with only a sovereign in his pocket.

Now he is one of the most successful men in Australia.

Oh, sure.

Oh, I know what you're saying.

It's not that the tough life is so tough, it's just that poverty is so damn boring.

You gotta get rich.

But why opera?

The tobacco business is pros.

Opera is poetry.

There's more fun in making you sing than in making a cigar.

I forgot.

I've got a surprise for you.

We found something, some hick touring company left it.

Company says maybe, maybe you can do something with it.

It's a copy.

A boy.

Oh, Oscar.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

And you,

stands on the call.

I shall never forget the kindness with which I have been received.

I am proud to have been associated with Mr. Hammerstein in the launching of the Manhattan Opera House.

I love you.

Courage.

Mr. Hammerstein has shown.

What wonders he has done?

I leave as I came.

His loyal friend.

And admirer.

I love you.

I love you.

How exhilarating.

Exhausting.

I suffered from bronchial pneumonia again, not as seriously as in 1904.

A holiday.

My great desire was that my little boy should be reunited with his grandfather.

But first, Europe.

Mother Muckers, as he said, we are ordinary people.

My husband is a tobaccoist back in Nebraska.

But, Muck, we have made up our minds.

How much would it cost to have you make our little girl act nice into another Melbourne?

How is Papa's inventory?

During a more silent than ever, he sits in his library devouring books of every kind.

But is he well?

Who knows?

God helping.

We need none of us have any fear.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

I am not a good woman.

She has been devoted to my mother for many years.

Her loyalty is unlimited.

Yes, she is wonderful.

Wonderful.

She has wealth, power, fame.

And she intends to keep it that way.

While the great ascends the peak of fame, their successors are already born.

Melbourne cannot maintain her position in public favour forever.

I hope for her sake, this visit to Australia will not be the finish of her.

Tetra Zini will replace her at Covent Garden.

The Metropolitan will not have her in New York after Hammerstein.

Well, I am sure they will want her here in Paris.

She has the most beautiful voice in the world.

I have a segue.

Shuman is this.

I have to implicate to Shuman.

Ruby's German is excellent.

Yerduch is zipped.

This is Sennet Pannemon.

Mother cannot bear the German language, even though she was born in Frankfurt.

I never speak it. It makes me whole.

Is that why you do not sing in German, Nelly?

I think for the Kaiser in Berlin is very musical.

He discussed ways of obtaining certain vocal effects.

But you did not sing for him in German.

Who I should do.

She is the former interpreter of French and Italian opera.

Don't you know how it sounds awful?

Particularly if it's affected her life, that's why she's taking a house in the country.

Not that it can be as critical as all that.

She just sang a fucking palace.

And during the London season? An in Paris?

Well, anyway, I hope she abides by her decision to rest while she's here,

and not rush about all over the place as usual.

Renanobus getting any younger.

We plan to keep out of the spotlight. Mark my words.

You're an old stick in the mud, Harry Box.

George and his young bride. They're the real reason for this visit.

She wants to show them off.

I admit, I'm fascinated. The Oregon Trail to Mayfair. It's quite a jump.

Yes, the poor boy. All those servants and everything must be a little bit.

Not to mention London society. The Rothschilds and Gladys de Grey.

Gladys.

It always makes me laugh.

So, take the brines with de Grey.

Well, there's nothing I can do with Annie to make it rhyme with Bob.

Oh!

I adore Bao-Zak.

The human encyclopedia. Every thought. Every fact.

When I discount, I shut myself away for the entire winter.

I read every word he ever wrote.

Jelufusine met, some of you another man.

Maashev petit, to de verit tule.

La comedy eu man.

Helen Morn to discuss him. Just for she's up.

Who is this writer? Or Dorinda Bao-Zak?

Oh, yes, of course. Must read more of him.

Oh, look! This snow drops, DJ and short.

I have them all.

And I divided his character's uncanny knowledge

of each other's dealings in love and money.

In the spring, these gardens are pink and white, so it's probably the same.

I never really knew what a garden was until I stayed at cum college with my mother.

I'm happy it was the...

Ruby's an angel, intelligent land of sweet.

Not a bit affected like a mother.

A very lucky boy.

Yes.

French, German,

and Karls Ruby make me feel like a hick.

What is a hick?

Forget it.

You're very strange.

Not at all, is I expected.

What did you expect?

We've made our bet only you won't lie in it.

Guys, it's like living in a furnace. Self-control doesn't suit me.

You have the loveliest hair, the smoothest skin.

When you look at me, I turn to water.

Why can I have you hold you?

The hell with you, you called hard a little bitch.

How dare you speak to me like that?

I shall tell your mother.

Oh no, I'm sorry. Please don't do that.

If you ever so much as raise your voice to me again, I shall not go to Australia.

Mother has her heart set on it.

I'm sorry.

There's a future in growing grapes last.

Prejudice against colonial wine will pass.

I've always said it.

Yes, Daddy.

Using motelories now, you know.

Fetching cream for the camper down butter factory.

Delivering a cave hill, cured ham and bacon to Melbourne.

Lillydales, thriving.

You are like an old oak tree.

Now your branches have spread.

See what has to be done.

I'll do it.

Look at them. What a pair.

David Mitchell is no ordinary mortal, George.

I hope you're aware of that.

Mother is very proud of him.

The feeling between them is mutual. Daddy worships her.

You must see all the buildings he's built in Melbourne.

Scott's church in Collins Street, the exhibition building, the Menzies Hotel.

Is he an architect? No, no.

He was apprenticed to a stone mason while still a boy.

Building has always been his trade.

He still produces lime and cement.

He's just opened the Dali fire brick company in the back as much.

Only a few months ago.

Doesn't seem to notice he's 79.

They should have built you an opera house.

I never dreamed.

You didn't, but I did.

I want you to see that dream come true.

Welcome to Ruby and George.

Ruby and George.

Happy days.

It looks delicious, Snelley.

Both the Italian chefs I have brought with me are quite excellent.

I hope I shan't give away completely and gorge myself.

For heaven's sake, don't die. You're on a holiday.

Always start the day with a good breakfast.

Poached eggs and bacon cooked to the right Christmas.

Just some coffee and an apple.

Continental habits.

A good breakfast is the key to health and a successful life.

We are both unreasonably well, Dali, whatever our eating habits.

True enough.

You look like women ought to look.

Soft and smooth.

Health, they do.

Fat, you mean?

Rubbish.

Most women nowadays look as if they don't have enough room to keep their lungs in.

That's not what appeals to a man.

I see. Tell me more.

I like the old ways.

Cabbage roses and soft velvet.

I'm afraid I can't manage velvet in this wiggle, not even for you.

You look perfect to me.

And you've got a nice scent.

Women are the flowers of life so they should smell good.

Most women do not have the wear with all for such luxury.

Nor is the pity.

In places like Glasgow and Manchester, and I have no doubt in Melbourne and Sydney too,

the poverty of working women is heartbreaking.

Don't tell me you've gone and joined the suffragettes.

Women?

Women should be involved in the selection of members to parliament.

It is terrible in England that women do not vote.

Why should a woman in my position be denied the right?

Really given to my butler in my groom, it is outrageous.

I quite agree.

What do you say to that, Ladi?

I don't know anything about it.

What's a suffragette?

Really, George.

Ignorance is bliss where suffragettes are concerned.

Don't you're going to do with yourself, Ladi?

Well, I haven't given much thought.

Well, you must do something with your life.

You're the third generation.

All I can do is ride.

Well, like your father, there was my horse, he couldn't ride.

He won £50 in London once.

Road Buffalo builds fiercest buck jumper to a standstill.

I remember I was there.

George Van Eard, I was there.

George Van Eard, I was there.

George Van Eard, in Texas.

Really? How exciting?

It was hideous. Such dreadful people.

Charles Armstrong was away, Stroug.

Daddy.

I should never have allowed you to marry him.

I'm glad you did, sir.

Otherwise, I don't think I'd be here right now.

George's father is the uncle of Sir Andrew Harvey Armstrong.

Well, I was never a gentleman.

Never wanted to be.

I'm a successful businessman.

Ruby's grandfather is a direct descendant of King James I of Scotland.

You don't say so.

Oh, he does indeed.

My father is a gentleman, whether he wants to be one or not.

Darling, John D'Risk.

He is the greatest artist I have ever sung with.

Dorable.

Galant and Sesswab.

Now, Caruso is quite another matter.

Astonishing voice.

Sometimes in Boeram, I think that our two voices have merged into one.

Is he nice?

Nice, it's hardly the word.

He lives on garlic and vile red wine.

He's almost as much as baguette as tetra-cini.

Once in the first act of Boeram, when Rudolpho sings,

your tiny hand is frozen to me, me.

He took my hand in his, held it well below his waist,

then pressed a warm sausage into my hand while you can imagine what I thought I was so deep.

However, he was arrested last year for annoying a lady in the New York Zoo.

So one cannot be too careful.

I read about that in a newspaper.

Yes, the gossip columns had a field, David.

I hope you don't believe everything you read in the newspapers.

The things they write about me, the passionate fears I am supposed to have had.

Mind you, most of the men they hint about are as queer as three pound notes, so the joke is on them.

I'm sorry. If you all be so kind, I wish to be excused.

How are you going?

You're hurting my arm.

I'll break it if you're not careful.

Where are you going?

I'm going to my room.

You are not.

I have a headache.

I'm sure your family will be perfectly happy without me.

Damn you.

I'm going to be a little bit nervous.

If we had to reach Melbourne before nightfall, we should leave now, shouldn't we?

I don't know, sir. We travelled from Adelaide by train.

It's 90 miles to Melbourne, so I'm told.

It's a bit all come from London.

Oh, yes.

Remember the terrible time I had getting help in 1902?

This time I decided to bring 16 of them with me.

Where's George?

Right, haven't you?

Really, it is too bad.

Never mind. Let's see him again soon.

Goodbye, Daddy.

Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye, Paul.

Now, promise me you will rest.

I promise.

I have made it quite clear to everyone that this is a private visit.

When I am ready, I shall discuss my plans with George Musgrove and John Lemoney.

Other than that, I plan to talk about walking little Reed and lot.

I adore Balzac. I shall shut myself away and read every word.

Who did you say?

Oh, no, I heard the Balzac. Human encyclopedia.

Bye.

Bye, darling.

Bye, Ruby.

Bye, Ruby.

Mr Musgrove is here, madam.

Is he? Good.

Tell Matthew to bring tea. Will you blow?

Matt, she's as out. It's his Thursday.

Tell Jonathan.

She's not well.

She blames it on the fly with me.

Then get it yourself.

Goodness me.

Have my good luck.

I must admit that you are a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I am a good friend.

I must admit that things of late have been far from perfect.

My German opera experience fell far short of my expectation.

Two years planning,

recruiting a company capable of singing Wagner.

Wagner.

I sang Loengren with great success in Paris,

Stockholm, St. Petersburg and London.

Before it became fashionable to sing his music in nothing but German.

Loengren opened our season in Valcari, flying Dutch, but so on.

Excellent company, magnificent scenery, audience of spellbound,

but the cost.

And then that damned widow, Cosima Wagner.

She took seven and a half percent of the girls

after demanding a huge advance.

She is a brute.

The stories once heard.

Exactly.

And then the German singers.

I have never experienced such jealousy, such intercompany strife.

Fist fights.

Oh, well, bawling.

One night I was asked by a patron,

which was the opera about to be performed.

I had to confess I hadn't the faintest idea.

The singers were still fighting it out backstage.

Dear.

Well, George, it is my dream to create a major company

so I can appear in opera in Australia.

I have been inspired by Oscar Hammerstein.

You are the only man in Australia with sufficient expertise and energy to help me.

My expertise has been dealt something of a blow lately, innally.

As for my energy.

All used up at present.

There is no rush.

Think about it.

Indeed, I shall.

Indeed.

Awful news, John.

Poor George Musgrove is a spent force.

Things have been going badly for him.

He is in worse financial straits than he admits.

I must not want to bring out a German opera company.

I still remember when Augustus Harris bought the entire Hamburg opera

to come and garden with Gustav Marlach and Dougherty.

The place has never been the same since.

Well, they can keep their Wagner.

I tried a movie order in bloody German.

It was almost the end of my career.

Do you know that when I sang for the Kaiser, he was fretfully rude to me.

Queen Alexander detests him.

Oh, Ruby dear.

This is Mr. John Amone, one of my very oldest friends.

He often plays the flute for me.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Are you enjoying Australia?

Very much.

Shall I serve team enough?

Thank you, Alfred.

Will you join us, darling?

We shall have you in the garden.

No, thank you.

You have business to discuss.

Is La Mone French?

No, actually, it's my own invention.

My father was a Greek.

He changed L'Amonie Doppolus to Lemon.

I changed Lemon to Lemonade.

How quaint.

Hall, Mr. Scrain, is changing Armstrong to Melbourne.

What about the Tate brothers?

I never believed you could sell out the Melbourne town hall.

The people prepared to listen to a voice coming out of a box.

But they did.

14 times.

The demand for tickets was so great, Alan's kept the box office open until midnight.

Oh, darling, all that screeching and scratching.

If I thought I really sounded like that, I should live on a desert island out of pity for the people who had to listen to me.

Well, I recommend you continue recording, really.

There's a fortune to be made.

I should continue, all right.

Oh, thank you, Alfred.

The Tate brothers are not experienced enough in opera.

What about J.C. Williamson?

It seems so unkind to George Mascrove.

They're a partners.

George is a gentleman, thoroughly honest.

Williamson has experienced a lot of American know-how.

Yes, of course.

He is an American.

He wants to celebrate his jubilee in style.

50 years in the theatre.

When?

1911.

Perfect.

It'd have to be a bloody fool not to think my opera company is suitable celebration.

Exactly.

50 years? How old is he for heaven's sake?

He began appearing on this stage when he was very young.

He ran away from home as a child.

Did he?

Just like Oscar.

Oh, John, this is exciting.

I have some plans I have written down.

I shall get them.

Just a minute.

Your mother dislikes me.

Rubbish.

She resents me.

Whatever I say seems to offend her.

She only wants us to be happy.

I am not.

What?

Happy?

I am very unhappy.

You do not realize how lonely I am.

I have no friends.

There is no one to whom I can speak about the things that interest me.

You can't blame my mother for that.

Your mother?

I don't blame her for anything.

She has the most beautiful voice in the world.

She also has a genius for organizing other people's lives, particularly yours, for making things so successfully.

She is patronizing and self-absorbed.

She never opens a book.

She takes the ideas of others.

And passes them off as her own.

She appears to have only two passions, money and fame.

Actually, I have no idea what she is really like.

She is all for sad.

Good morning, dear.

How are you feeling?

Worried.

What ever fool?

You're supposed to be resting and looking after your bronchills.

I have been lying here staring at the ceiling.

Knowing that something terrible is going to happen.

Oh, not a thunderstorm.

No, you fool. Ruby.

I feel her watching me.

I sense disapproval in her eyes.

Dear God, how it fixes me.

There's nothing to worry about.

Oh, for heaven's sake's blow.

George is unhappy.

I am unhappy.

And I dare say that wretched girl is the unhappiest of all.

And you say there's nothing to worry about.

If you were not the only person in the world who understands my hair,

I should have dismissed you years ago.

Sorry, I couldn't find my cufflinks.

What servants are for?

I know. I just can't get used to it.

Are you used to being married?

Where's Ruby?

She has a headache.

She was just to be excused.

Are you happy, darling?

I love being here. That's what you mean.

Enjoy writing every day.

It's just like being at home.

Home?

Just think of America's home.

Your father thinks of England as home.

I think of Australia as home.

We all live in the wrong place.

Ruby thinks of England as home.

Nothing will ever change that.

You love her.

There are cigarettes on the table.

Damn you.

Damn you!

I sacrificed everything for you.

I turned my back on the life I wanted.

I swallowed my pride.

Why?

Why?

Let on and on and on.

I'm all gone.

Damn you, you trapped.

You do nothing to please me.

Nothing I do pleases you.

What are we going to do?

I want to go home.

I hate it here. I've never been so unhappy.

Go! Go home! Go!

See if I can!

I found someone else.

You think I go riding every day, but I've got a mistress.

She has the smoothest skin.

She lets me hold her and kiss her and feel her breasts.

Good.

I'm very grateful.

Now perhaps you will leave me alone.

God, I'll have to kill you!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Don't!

George, leave the room at once.

Ruby, I think it best that you return to England as soon as possible.

Thank you.

That is what I wish to do.

God, John, what a catastrophe.

I should leave Australia as soon as possible if I were you.

Run away, certainly not.

I shall remain here until my father's eightieth birthday.

Oh, it'll fool I am.

Another scandal.

It is not enough that I receive vile letters asking if this visit is an attempt to cure my drunkenness.

Remember Norton Nelly.

Don't stay here.

I shall.

And what is more, I mean to return again as soon as possible.

I shall visit every damn town in this entire bloody continent.

I shall prove to everyone that I am sober, sane and that I am an Australian.

And at the same time we can plan our opera season with Mr Williamson.

No, you are extraordinary.

So people say...

For so long, I blamed myself for destroying my marriage to your father.

But he and I should never have been married.

John Lemoney has been unhappily married for eighteen years.

What is the use of that?

Mother Ruby was everything to me.

I kept hoping.

How can I feel so little for it when I used to love her so much?

There's no reason to it.

Falling in love has nothing to do with reason.

Anyway.

It's over.

Finished.

I never want to see her again.

I want a divorce.

Divorce.

They're...

They're grounds.

You will not divorce her.

No woman deserves that.

I know how it feels.

I shall support you, but you must provide her with grounds.

Has there been anyone else?

Of course not.

She wouldn't let me touch her.

She was terrified of me.

Terrified of everything that seemed natural to me.

God!

George.

Everyone has a second chance.

You are young.

You are unhappy now, but...

Life does not stop here.

It goes on.

When this is all over, we shall never mention her again.

You are not a very good lady.

You are very very good.

You are very good.

You must tell us.

What is it?

Has George been unkind to you?

Answer your father.

Worse than unkind.

What on earth do you mean?

Worse. Much worse.

No, no, no, no.

He struck me, father.

What did you say?

He struck me.

He hurt my arm.

He tried to throttle me.

He's a hateful beast.

I never want to see him again, ever.

Of course it is, as one might have expected.

The son of a divorced opera singer.

Hardly the thing, as I've always said.

There's a little late in the day for that, my dear.

He actually struck you.

He threw me down on the ground.

He shouted at me.

Horrible dreadful words.

But I think...

I think there is another woman.

Oh, ghastly.

Well, filthy little cat.

What is my fault?

Well, rather it is your fault.

What do you mean?

Oh, it sounded so romantic.

So exciting.

But I was totally unprepared.

Why did you tell me nothing?

What are you talking about?

Mother Vipiti's sake.

I don't ask you to pretend to feelings you do not have.

But please.

I need your love.

Your support.

Your understanding.

Disaster.

A complete disaster.

I have no idea why I failed to realize it for so long.

I thought it was an enchanted union, the perfect couple.

Yes, quite. So it seemed.

Though I was often daunted by the Richard Girl's defensive poise.

But I believed always, always, that George was happy.

It was quite, quite desperate.

Well, Nellie, it's over. Nobody blames you.

Not one word of scandal has been associated with your name.

No, thank God.

In England.

In the Americans, they're having a field day, of course.

And you're going to imagine what has been said in Australia.

People will say what they say.

They say.

What say they?

Let them say.

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Why do I think I can fall?

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