"They'll be here very immediately." "They're not French." "Nor German, far from it." "We Russians make a point of protocol of reaching a little lateness." "Try to understand and extend your courtesy." "Ivan Gavrilov?" "You're late!" "And so is your spasibo Bolshoi!" "Had to be Russians!" "We could've had Yanks!" "Where are they?" "It's your job." "Where's my orchestra?" "Good price caviar!" "Taste!" "How much?" "200 euros." "Special discount for you." "How much?" "It's cheaper at the supermarket." "But better, no?" "No." "Caviar's passé." "What do you know?" "If we had Chinese cell phones, we'd have sold out." "A Russian Jew selling Chinese mobiles?" "It's a sin!" "Like a pygmy making gefilte fish." "Organic, maybe." "Kosher, no." "My dear Anne-Marie, a pleasure to see you again!" "For me, too." "Here's our Maestro!" "Dobriy den." "Bonjour." "I kiss you hotly." "We're running a touch late." "The famous Slav temperament?" "Something like that, yes." "Where's this go?" "— Up there, next to them." "Igor!" "Yuri!" "Move your asses!" "Jean-Paul?" "Can someone call Jean-Paul to the stage?" "Why didn't you bring Chinese phones then, wise guy?" "I did." "I gave one to each musician to get them through Customs." "Except Andrei, Sacha and Ivan, to keep it quiet." "50 mobiles with fake SIM-cards." "Unlimited calls worldwide." "A great deal!" "My son, who taught you shmates, genius?" "You're just like me." "We're rich!" "Trouble is, they won't give them back." "Who?" "What?" "You idiot, call them!" "They won't answer." "Give it to me." "The numbers!" "In the phone." "Careful, don't scratch it." "Mind the door!" "Moshe" "Don't they have cell phones?" "Maybe it's the traffic." "No one at the hotel." "Just improvise." "What do you mean?" "Tchaikovsky with 3 instruments?" "It's ridiculous, wasting my time!" "Don't stop." "That was wonderful." "What's your name?" "Aleksandr Abramovich Grossman." "Have forgiveness." "It's a big compliment for me." "Not wonderful." "It's a lot more difficult for me." "I'm the worst in whole orchestra." " Are you kidding?" "— No, it's true." "Maestro tell me," "Rehearse." "Rehearse, Sacha!" "No good!"" "Others never rehearse." "I do." "I... need much practice... to reach this level." "It's true." "I hate rehearsing for cameramen, don't you know?" "I think practice kills spontaneity." "No rehearsals?" "At all?" "No rehearsals!" "We beg your pardon." "You come here for no reason." "For us, spontaneity is important." "Music is spontaneity." "If the Bolshoi technique is so perfect..." "You think us pretentious, don't you know?" "Not technique." "Soul!" "Our spirit!" "You ask where are musicians." "They learn, take inspiration in Paris, City of Lights." "In museums." "Louvre," "Musée Rodin, Centre Pompidou..." "Right, Sacha?" "Excuse!" "These are my cousins." "Locals." "We're just missing a bassoon." "One of our "rentals" went wrong." "The police interfere in everything here." "Put the instruments on the chairs." "Violins here, cellos over there..." "Double basses and oboes up there..." "The flute there with the French horn..." "Shoes there." "Suits here." "Start ironing." "Hurry, let's move it." "Socks on the chairs!" "Get your ass in gear!" "Holy shit!" "Do they rent this out for weddings?" "What's the fee?" "Enough!" "Get me Duplessis!" "Here, toots, me not steal." " How'd you do that?" "— Do what?" "Those harmonic arpeggios..." "With my hand." "What fingering do you use?" "It's amazing." "Where did you study?" "Andrei, who is this chick?" "What's she talking about?" "Forgive me." "I'm..." "I feel so silly." "Sorry if I made a scene." "No problem, Mademoiselle." "Dinner tonight then?" "You can still make it?" "Yes, don't you know?" "See you there at 8." "You don't own broadcast rights!" "You understand "rights"?" "I sponsor the orchestra." "Without me, no orchestra." "You understand "orchestra"?" " Don't be offensive." "— Who are you?" "Director of the Châtelet." "Olivier Morne Duplessis." "Never heard of you." "Look, we have an exclusive contract with France Television." "Your problem." "I have a deal with Russian TV." "50 million viewers!" "My friend the President will watch live via satellite." "I've invited him to my dacha." "You want us to cut off the gas to Europe?" "Ask the Germans." "You wanted the Russians." "Let's look at possible solutions." "The contract says we're not to blame for natural overflow." "Natural overflow"?" "Yes, signals going astray in space, hitting the wrong satellite and being beamed to other countries or even planets." "Sure, we can't control everything." "Huge satellites that pick up music and pictures." "Don't you agree, Mr. Tretiakin?" "I don't give a shit." "We'll find them." "They won't let us down." "They're the best." "You don't think that." "Let's be honest, we're washed-up bums." "How did it come to this?" "What was I thinking?" "It's a nightmare." "It's them!" "My orchestra!" "Sacha, come on!" "It's your fault." "You're too slow." "Fat and slow!" "You wanna try again?" "Okay, let's go." "I'll spend all night looking." "Calm down." " At last!" "— Andrei, Mr. Duplessis..." "Shut up, I'm doing the talking!" "In 27 years, I've never seen such unprofessional behavior." "You think I'm stupid?" "Russians don't rehearse"!" " In our orchestra..." "— Enough already!" "This is an official warning for you all." "You didn't respect our contract." "Be there 2 hours before the concert, or I call it off!" "You think I wouldn't dare?" "Try me!" "I've done it before." "Are they back?" "No, the keys have gone." "They took them with them." "I slipped notes under doors." "Shove your keys and notes!" "I saw them in the Metro." "Go fetch them!" "If you cancel, we're fired." "Do I look like a schmuck?" "It's huge." "TV, radio, Internet, mobiles, CDs, DVDs..." "The Maestro Returns, The Legend Accompanied by Miss Jacquet!"" "The Russians never change." "They're stubborn as asses." "Have to bop them on the head to get 'em moving." "Fax the schedule to their hotel, so they have no excuse for being late." "Right away." "Fax this to the Bolshoi right away!" "Leonid Dimitrievich, a fax for you!" "No faxes." "I'm on vacation!" "I'm going to Paris!" "To the concert!" "To the concert!" "Mr. Filipov..." "Andrei, if you desire." "Is it true you defied the regime to defend your Jewish musicians?" "The Jews and the whole orchestra." "It was nothing heroic... don't you know?" "There was no choice." "Difficult times." "Complex things." " Complex?" "— Yes." "That we lived... don't you know?" "This concerto is..." "It's like, don't you know, a confession." "A cry." "In every note, there is life, Anne-Marie." "The notes all look for harmony." "Look for happiness." "Can I make a confession?" "I was raised by an extraordinary woman." "Guylène." "You saw her at the rehearsal." "She's a mother to me." "As well as my agent and manager, she's my friend." "The only one." "I never knew my parents." "Sorry, forgive me." "No problem." "Please, continue." "I always long to feel my parents watching me." "In the street." "Everywhere." "When I play, I'm reaching for the feeling of their eyes on me." "For one second." "Just one second." "They were wonderful people." "Richard and Sophie Jacquet." "Both brilliant scientists." "He was a biologist, she was an anthropologist." "Guylène told me their story." "They were her best friends." "They died when I was a baby." "A plane crash in the Alps." "Everything fine?" "Sir!" "Here we have Ivan Tikhomirov and Igor Obuhkov..." "Great musicians." "Tikhomirov, wow!" "He said 10 p.m. They've gone without us." "It was 10:30." "Fine, so climb aboard!" "Why did you choose me?" "I work a lot on Tchaikovsky's Concerto." "I... obsessed, sick, don't you know?" "I think with the Concerto, I find ultimate harmony, musical absolute." "Perfection." "So I look for solo violin." "I find Lea." "Lea Strum." "Brilliant, extraordinary." "Became great friends." "All great friends at the time." "Lea and Yitzhak, her husband." "We keep rehearsing, looking." "Not normal life." "Crazy!" "One day, friend tells me that Brezhnev will throw Jewish musicians out of orchestra." "I panic." "Lea is Jewish." "Lea and me decide to play Tchaikovsky's Concerto." "Quick!" "I not defend Jews, Anne-Marie." "I... selfish." "Defend Concerto, crazy dream." "I need Lea and Jews to reach harmony." "And then?" "12th June, 1980." "Concerto." "Were you ready?" "— No." "Yes." "How do we know?" "Bolshoi Theatre." "Full audience." "Many people." "Journalists from whole world." "Managers, colleagues..." "Concerto... begin." "Miracle happens." "Lea... sublime." "Magic violin raises me and orchestra up to the sky." "Very high." "We... fly." "We... and audience together float to ultimate harmony." "But Concerto stopped half way." "We never reached ultimate harmony." "Brezhnev stopped the Concerto in the middle to humiliate us publicly." "Brezhnev cut off our wings." "We crashed and burned." "After... all Jews were thrown out." "Lea, Sacha, all." "You were fired, too?" "Yes, but it was over." "I can't play without them." "What happened to Lea?" "Lea and Yitzhak gave an interview to Radio Free Europe," "American radio banned in Soviet Union." "They... criticized Brezhnev, don't you know?" "What then?" "Nothing." "You wanted me to replace Lea." "You didn't want me." "I'm not Lea." "You haven't conducted in 30 years." "I've never played Tchaikovsky." "We haven't rehearsed even." "I understand your story, your pain." "But I'm not Lea." "And together we won't reach ultimate harmony." "It was a dream, this concert... with you." "You should get treatment." "You can't bring back the past." "I don't think we should do the concert." "It's doomed to failure." "Can I drop you somewhere?" "When he's ready, call him a taxi." "Yes, ma'am." "Will you be okay?" "I'm sorry." "Yes?" "Well?" "Nothing." "What happened?" "Nothing." "Cancel Châtelet." "You had to go and do it." " Don't yell at me." "— Nobody's yelling." " How's the vodka?" "— French." "You fool!" "It's all over." "Finished." "The concert, Tchaikovsky, the orchestra, Anne-Marie." "Kaput!" "Well played, Brezhnev, you win again." "Ira deserved children, a good husband..." "I've ruined her whole life." "Here, give her this letter." "Give it to her yourself!" "Don't make the same mistake twice." "30 years ago, it wasn't your fault." "I dragged Lea into that craziness." "No!" "Wrong!" "She was consumed by the same madness as you." "Let's go." "Please." "I have to talk to her." "He was drunk." "He talk lot of nonsense." "Too much emotion for you." "Don't do this!" "Don't cancel!" "Please!" "Very important concert for him." "If no concert, he'll die." "It will Kill him." " Sir, please leave." "— Guylène!" "Let him in." "You have no right." "Andrei, the best in all the world." " Brezhnev..." "— I know the story." "His career is over." "His honor is gone." "He's a genius!" "A genius!" "They turned him into loser, into alco..." "Alcoholic." " I'm Jewish like..." "— Lea and Yitzhak Strum, I know." "I don't ask you like Andrei." "Just play violin." "Please." "Come and play the concert." "I'm sorry about what happened to Mr. Filipov and his friends." "But a concert isn't a psychotherapy session." "The man is sick." "You want me to be someone else..." "To fall into the same madness as that poor violinist?" "No." "The answer's no." "Goodbye, sir." "What if at end of concert, you find your parents?" "What did you say?" "That..." "Oh God!" "Music sometimes helps us grow." "Gives answers to us." "We scared, scared before we play music." "Scared of truth." "I don't understand." "Talk clearly." "Clearly?" "Nothing clear." "Nothing ever clear." "Me, poor idiot, messed up my life." "Lost my wife, children and here preaching to you!" "You ask for words, but words are traitors." "Words are dirty!" "Only music is still beautiful." "But music inprisons in us." "Music... refuses to come out of us." "Why?" "Sorry bother you." "Sorry." "Goodbye." "Goodbye, Guylène." "Mr. Grossman..." "Either you said too much or not enough." "How do you know Guylène?" "What did you mean..." "At the end of the concert, you'll find your parents"?" "You Jewish?" "You ignore Shabbat, Kippur!" "Being called Moshe doesn't make you Jewish!" "Did God send you a fax, at least?" "Answer me, please." "You're pale." "Do you want a pill?" "Not a word!" "I'm sorry." "Goodbye." "My darling," "Play the concert." "Play Tchaikovsky." "Maybe you'll find the truth about your parents." "Sorry that I lied to you all these years." "I was trying to protect you, for your own good." "Many years ago." "Andrei Filipov gave me Lea Strum's annotated score." "This is it." "It's yours." "Don't look for me." "When you read this." "I'll be far away." "I love you." "Guylène." "Mahler-Symphony N°1 Andrei Filipov" "Hotel Paris Lumière." "— Mr. Sacha Grossman, please." "Bilingual interpreter" "Comeback!" "For Lea." "Paris!" "ONE NIGHT ONLY TONIGHT" "I'm the Bolshoi!" "Tonight, let's not talk of money, just Tchaikovsky." "You'll have a wonderful time." "Madam Minister." "Sir..." "Mr. Ambassador, Madam..." "Usher!" "Where are our seats?" "51, 52..." "You make 53." "Who's missing?" "Stop it, they'll be here." "Viktor and his son!" "They sent out the message." "Call them!" "I can't." "They took all their phones back." "Straight on and left by the river, then left onto Place du Châtelet." "How can you live in Paris and not know the Châtelet Theatre?" "What's that mean, see you later"?" " Just that." "— You're not going anywhere." "Why?" "You're here, that's the main thing." "In 30 years, I've listened to more Tchaikovsky than him and his Ma!" "I know him by heart." "Nothing matters more than this concert." "Actually there is something!" "My speech at a Party meeting." "Get out of the way!" "The Party?" "You came to Paris for a pathetic meeting?" "Save your crappy speeches for Moscow!" "I'm here to give hope, build a dream." "Know what that means?" "The Big Dream!" "Yes, I remember..." "Workers of the world, unite!" Unite against each other." "You're so selfish!" "Selfish!" "Your concert, your dream, your ego!" "That's all you care about!" "An orchestra is a whole world, Ivan." "A whole world." "Everybody brings their instrument and talent." "We're united for the concert, playing together in the hope of producing a magical sound and attaining harmony." "That's real communism." "It lasts only as long as the concert." "Maestro, allow me to introduce Raymond Laudeyrac..." "My pleasure, sir." "I can't wait to hear your ideas." "Our most influential critic." "He's always like that, he hates Russian music, especially Tchaikovsky." "Break a leg!" "It's going to be fantastic!" "Anne-Marie, it's Olivier." "I'm with Laudeyrac." "He'd like to say hello." "Anne-Marie?" "UNITED INTO TOMORROW" "Communists!" "Communists!" "Comrades!" "The time has come!" "Moscow is behind us once more and has sent us Ivan Gavrilov!" "A true leader for Russia!" "Ivan Gavrilov?" "You?" "Thank God you're here!" "It's a scandal!" "An outrage!" "I was outnumbered!" "It's the Jews again!" "Leonid, providence has sent you to help me!" "Hurry, they might have started already." "We need to move fast!" "Camera 1, close up on me." "Camera 2, extreme close up on me." "Camera 3, on my hands." "Camera 4, on my orchestra." "Camera 5, on my audience." "Got that?" "Loud and clear." "It's quite impossible." "They won't leave." "This is my bar, my customers." "Nobody else's." "Please try to understand." "The program's included." "That's 300 euros, thank you." "Thank you." "This way, hurry!" "Gavrilov, open up!" "God, if You really are up there, work a miracle." "Prove that You exist after all." "Oh my God, I don't believe it." "You exist!" "Anne-Marie, I didn't finish my story." "After the interview on Radio Free Europe." "Lea and Yitzhak were arrested by the KGB." "They had a daughter, a six-month-old baby." "Seeing the KGB arriving, they gave her to a neighbor, who brought her to us." "Take her to France, please." "What fate awaited the Jewish child of enemies of the People sent to a gulag for life?" "Irina." "Sacha and I smuggled her to France with a friend, a musical agent who was visiting Moscow." "Lea and Yitzhak were sent to Siberia." "As long as she lived," "Lea played Tchaikovsky's Concerto in her head." "They called her "the mad woman"." "She died of exhaustion and cold in 1981." "Yitzhak died of grief 6 months later." "Tchaikovsky, the Violin Concerto." "I was the one who dragged Lea into this madness." "Anne-Marie," "Lea was your mother." "Enemy of the People!" "Curtain!" "Anne-Marie, forgive me." "Mom!" "Check this out!" "Dad's on TV!" "He's playing in Paris!" "Sacha in Paris?" "THE ANDREI FILIPOV ORCHESTRA" "5 EXTRA PERFORMANCES" "Leonid!" "Leonid!" "Amen!"