"Yes." "I'll get her." "Yes." "I'll tell her." "All right." "Bye." "I've got a message for you." "A secret one." "When I was but 13 or so," "I went into a golden land." "Cimbarozo Cotopaxi took me by the hand!" "Over the Orinoco... across the blazing Kalahari desert... through the untamed grasslands of the veldt." "What is it?" "What did she say?" "What did she say that for?" "It's all right." "I don't mind." "Everything's going to be all right." "Hils, wake up." "Mummy's made a new song for us to play." "B-flat." "Listen." "Big waves..." "rolling in 3/4 time." "When you hear me change to the major chord," "I want you to dive down under the sea." "Dive down under the waves." "You're just silvery fishes swimming in and out of the seaweed in 6/8 time." "And... watch out, here comes the shark!" ""Dear Mrs. Du Pré," ""we are planning" ""to broadcast a children's performance" ""of the toy symphony by..."" "Haydn." "Very good." ""We would be delighted if you would conduct" ""and if your daughter Hilary would agree to play the flute part."" "It's from the BBC." "Jolly good." "Jolly good." "Well done, hullabaloo." "Ha ha." "What about me?" "If you practice hard enough, maybe next time." "But I want to come this time." "I want to be with Hilary." "Couldn't she just come along for the ride?" "It's an orchestra, Derek, not a Clapham omnibus." "Jackie, that is quite uncalled for!" "You're spoiling Hilary's special day." "If Jackie can't come, I won't go." "Follow the score, girl." "Don't gawp at the soloist." "I really can't apologize enough." "Oh, not at all." "Worth any amount of trouble to get young Hilary." "She's really very special." "Yes, I realize that." "Your sister's a remarkable girl." "You must be very proud." "Oh, we all are." "Terribly proud." "Good-bye." "I am never going to go through anything like that again." "If you want to be with Hilary, you have to play as well as her." "If you want to be together, you've got to be equally good." "Do you understand?" "Yes." "Supper's ready." "So I should think we should leave some money on the doorstep for the burglar to take so he wouldn't get in anymore." "What do you think?" "well, I think..." "And the first prize goes to the Du Pré sisters," "Jacqueline and Hilary." "Well done!" "One for you." "One for you." "Shall I take that for you?" "In the woodwind category... a very clear winner... with the highest number of points ever awarded in this section at this festival..." "Hilary Du Pré." "Come along." "We had no difficulty at all in choosing the winner in the string section, even though we were a little unnerved by the candidate's rather... overemphatic bodily movements." "I think this must be the first time that our winning soloists have been sisters." "The judges were unanimous in choosing miss Jacqueline Du Pré." "Ladies and gentlemen, we have many more awards, so I beg for you all to sit down just..." "She does move about a bit." "She looks like one of these Bobby Soxer types." "I must say that's my fault." "They did a lot of music and movement when they were younger." "Excuse me." "Can I have a picture, please?" "Yeah, you, too, sir." "That's lovely." "Yeah." "Nice big smiles." "Hils!" "Hils!" "Come over." "Is this one of yours?" "Does she play?" "Oh, yes." "Hilary won as well, didn't you, dear?" "We can have a family portrait." "Right." "Could you hold your flute up where I can see it?" "Smile then." "Your sister's a remarkable girl." "You must be very proud." "Oh, yes, we are." "Terribly proud." "Smile then!" "Well, then... be good." "We'll collect you in an hour." "Be good." "Yes." "Now... let's see what you can do." "An hour today, and then see how it goes." "Oh." "There." "Well, now, this is nice." "No." "Try that... that lifting, that upbeat before the 3 quavers with an up bow." "Like..." "like so." "I like him." "He's my cello daddy." "I want to come every day." "Can I come every day?" "Do you mind?" "We shall have to get a car." "Oh." "That's it." "She's ready." "Mrs. Du Pré, what do you think of a debut recital at the Wigmore Hall?" "Marvelous." "I've spoken to Ibbs and Tillet... they'll handle the publicity and the tickets... and to Ernest Lush." "He'll accompany her on the piano." "Oh." "She's playing flat." "Ladies and gentlemen," "I'm afraid that my "a" string has come loose, and I'm going to have to restring my cello and start again." "Well, at least it wasn't my "g" string." "I do wish she'd keep that head still." "Looks so flamboyant, all that hair flying about the place." "Oh." "There she is." "They want me to play at a wedding in Italy." "It's a princess' wedding." "You will come, won't you?" "I'd be terrified alone." "Congratulations." "You were wonderful." "Oh, thank you." "Um, excuse me, everyone." "Attention, please." "Thank you." "Jackie's debut went very well." "I'm sure you would agree." "And to mark the occasion, a very generous friend who wishes to remain anonymous... has offered her this." "It's one of the finest cellos ever made." "It's called the Davidov." "The magic is in the varnish." "So you must keep it away from the extremes of temperature." "Another problem is the insurance." "So don't let it get out of your sight." "It will give you the world, Jackie." "You must give it yourself." "Fratello Othello." "Spaghetti." "Spaghetti." "Spaghetti Fra Gola." "Si." "Fra Gola." "Si?" "Si." "Uffici de ponte." "Ah." "Uffici de Firenze." "Firenze?" "Capri." "Ah, Capri bellisimo." "Si, bellisimo!" "Si, bellisimo!" "Si, fortesimo!" "Shh." "Shh." "The bubbles are so..." "Ok." "Here's to Hilary and Jackie and all who've seen enough." "Mmm." "Hils, look." "Wow." "We're in heaven." "Oh, put that bloody light out." "Excuse me." "Have you seen my sister?" "Is your sister Jacqueline Du Pré?" "Yes." "She'll be in Berlin by now." "She's playing the Haydn cello concerto in c." "Oh." "You going back to London?" "Yes." "I suppose so." "Oh." "Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop." "What is this blasted jigging about?" "Stand still, girl." "Stand still." "It is impossible to produce a proper tone without proper deportment." "You have no technique." "That's all right." "Technique can be taught." "We just have to go back to the beginning and start again." "Cancel any concert dates you may have outstanding." "Yes, Mr. Bentley." "Oh, Hilary... how is your marvelous sister?" "I'm not sure." "She's away at the moment." "In Russia." "Oh." "That's it, old boy... keep trying." "That's it!" "Ooh." "I felt that." "Listen." "Well done, boy." "What is it?" "That is radio Moscow." "This is what Jackie will be hearing if she's listening to the wireless." "No." "No." "No!" "No!" "No!" "Instead of rehearsing this piece," "I just want you to practice playing b-flat." "Just the note b-flat?" "The note." "Just the note." "Thanks." "Parcel from Jacks, everybody!" "Want help?" "Well, open it!" "Can't open it." "Hils... can't break it." "Here, Hil." "Let me." "It's her washing." "I suppose it must be difficult getting her washing done in a foreign country." "Good afternoon, ma'am." "My niece is a student." "Embouchure." "Embouchure." "Miss Du Pré." "Yes?" "I was wondering, could I book you for a concert?" "No, it's not me you want." "It's my sister." "But you're Hilary Du Pré... the flautist?" "Yes." "Yes, it's you I want." "The Bach b-minor." "Oh." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I'm not allowed to play concerts until after my exam." "Oh." "Well, when's your exam?" "Right now, as a matter of fact." "Oh, well, in that case, I'll wait." "Please." "Good." "Good." "Good." "Would you like to try that for us again, please, Hilary?" "Again." "Again." "Miss Du Pré." "Look, do I get my booking?" "Oh, I'm terribly sorry." "You ran off." "I followed you home." "Oh." "You don't mind, do you?" "No... as a matter of fact." "I'd ask you in, but, um... it's a bit awkward." "My sister's just come home." "All right." "Best go in." "What do you think you're doing?" "Well, if you're not going to invite me to tea," "I shall just have to make a nuisance of myself." "You c..." "Do you know..." "I'm starving." "Ooh." "Come here." "Ohh!" "Hello." "Who's this?" "Kiffer Finzi." "I'm in love with Hilary." "And you're Hilary's sister." "What do you do?" "I'm a musician." "Oh, following in Hils' footsteps, are you?" "Are you any good?" "Hello!" "Kiffer Finzi." "Very pleased to meet you." "You don't mind if I start, do you?" "Exams really do give you an appetite." "Your exam!" "How did it go?" "Oh." "Famously." "She's been offered professional bookings." "5 quid to do the Bach b-minor next week in Newbury." "Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "You must be very proud of her." "Yes, I am." "Mmm." "These are delicious." "Absolutely throwing it there outside." "I got soaked." "Shall I be mum?" "Oh, a nice cup of tea." "I just screamed." "It was so embarrassing." "So, have you been with him?" "No." "Of course not." "No." "Why?" "Have you been with somebody?" "I'm thinking my answer, and you're going to have to read my mind." "All right." "Oh, my lord, you have." "You study in scarlet!" "What about you, Hils?" "Been with anyone?" "Now you'll have to read my mind." "Oh, poor Hils." "Maybe one day." "Then again, maybe not." ""Hilary Du Pré is a flautist of immense expressive" ""as well as technical ability." "She obviously has a great future ahead of her."" "Does it mention Jackie?" "Why?" "She wasn't playing." "I wonder if I might ask you to keep your voice down." "Jackie's asleep." "What, she's here?" "Yes." "You've met." "She should get up, read the review!" "No, you mustn't wake her." "Kiffer." "Where's he going?" "Come on!" "Up, out of that bed!" "Your friend is making rather a lot of noise." "Up, up!" "Look." "Read." "Oh, we're off to the pictures." "Can I come?" "No, you can't come." "It's a date." "We're going to see Jules et Jim." "Sounds French." "Where's it playing?" "In France." "It's by François Truffaut." "It's playing at the Scala on Wardour street." "That's in Soho." "Yes." "I thought we could go to Maison Bertaux, seeing as we're in a French mood." "You do realize there are white slavers working in that area?" "Hmm?" "No self-respecting man would ask a woman to go to such a place." "It's out of the question." "I'm sorry." "It's completely out of the question." "Well... no chance of a lift, then?" "Come on." "Jacks." "Jacks." "Kiffer's asked me to marry him." "What?" "Kiffer's asked me to marry him." "Well, what do you think?" "Well, that's just silly." "Look, Hils." "You don't have to marry him." "Do you know what that is?" "That, my dear, is a Dutch cap." "It's a contraceptive." "Is it really?" "Hmm." "Where did you get it?" "Doc fitted me up." "Oh, come on, Hils." "Let's get a flat together and go bonkers." "We could have all the men we wanted to." "I'm going to Marry Kiffer." "I love him." "He loves me." "He does not love you." "He just wants to get into your knickers." "You don't have to get married every time you fancy a screw." "That's what these are for." "I want to get married." "Well, you can't marry him." "You can't just leave me." "I'm not leaving you." "You're not here anymore." "You never will be again." "Haven't you heard?" "I'm giving up the cello." "Oh, don't be silly." "I can do what I want." "But you don't know anything apart from the cello." "I don't know anything apart from the flute." "We're babies, Jacks." "Kiffer laughs at me." "Then why are you marrying him?" "Because he makes me feel special." "That's a big swizz, because the truth is... you're not special." "I thought you'd be happy for me." "This is nice." "Hi." "Good god." "What on earth are you wearing?" "It's fab, isn't it?" "Danny bought it for me." "This is Danny, by the way." "Danny, this is daddy." "Daddy-o." "Barenboim." "I thought he was from Argentina." "Surely that must be a German name." "I think it must be Jewish." "Oh." "Oh, dear." "I had a large breakfast this morning." "He's a pig." "I have got plenty more." "Piers, dig in." "Anyway, mummy, we're really desperate to get married, but lord knows when we'll have the time." "Of course." "It's best not to rush these things." "I'm completely booked up until may." "And Danny's booked up..." "June." "He's such a show-off, but he's very handsome." "Of course, we only really meet in airports." "We're going to do more joint bookings together." "Sort of a duo, like the Beatles." "There are 4 Beatles, actually." "Are there?" "Mm-hmm." "Oh." "Anyway, when we do get married, we're going to get married somewhere wildly romantic like the wailing wall in Jerusalem." "Don't you have to be Jewish to be married there?" "Yes, that's right." "I'm going to be Jewish." "I'm having lessons already." "Instruction, not lessons." "Oh." "So, what do you think?" "Why are you talking funny?" "Am I?" "Nobody becomes Jewish." "I know for a fact you can't just convert to Judaism." "Bye-bye now." "Leave it to me." "Honestly, I can sort it out." "Oh, uh..." "She can't possibly be Jewish, for god's sake." "She's blond." "They call them the Arthur and Guinevere of music's Camelot." "The blossoming romance between Jacqueline Du Pré and the Argentinean pianist Daniel Barenboim has taken the world by storm." "Up a bit higher." "That's it." "Oh, I can see them now." "Miss Du Pré astonished the British public with her brilliant rendition of Elgar's cello concerto." "Piers!" "Fresh from a triumphant series..." "You've ruined it now." "The couple has just announced their engagement." "Miss Du Pré is converting to Judaism." "And they plan to wed in Barenboim's adopted home of Israel in the golden city of Jerusalem." "Both asleep." "Coming." "Mmm." "Mmm." "Aah!" "Oh, they're freezing!" "Cold fingers are very stimulating." "No, they're bloody well not." "Shh." "What?" "Oh, ok." "Here we go." "Mind your head." "Your nose is cold, too!" "Someone's coming." "They can't be." "Well, they are, you know." "Jackie." "Oh, darling." "Why didn't you tell us?" "Do I have to walk all the way down there?" "Come on." "Ok, yes, please." "So, Hilary, listen." "Oh, no, I've forgotten it now." "Shit." "How does it go?" "Oh, I know this, I know this." "Oh, yes." "Dvorak." "Yes." "Absolutely." "You two are telepathic." "It's true." "It's true." "Oh, rubbish." "Do another one." "All right." "Ok." "You listening?" "I know this." "This is dies Natalis by Kiffer's father." "All right, go on." "Do another one." "Ok, um... don't tap it." "Just think it." "Ok." "All right." "You really got me by the kinks." "Absolutely." "You're just saying that." "No, it's true." "We always know what the other one is thinking." "You know what I'm thinking now, don't you, sis?" "Not really." "Yes, you do." "No, I don't." "I'll tell you." "No." "I mean, just tell me." "I want to sleep with Kiffer." "You don't mind, do you, sis?" "We always did say that we'd share everything, remember?" "What?" "What is it?" "Nothing." "I think we should all go to bed." "I don't want to go to bed." "I could stay up all night." "Well, you have to be very careful, 'cause it's very easy to stand on one, isn't it?" "Why don't you look around there?" "I think you might be standing on one." "I'm just going over to the Williams' place for cheese, luv." "I'll come with you." "I thought you had jet lag." "The walk will help." "Why don't you two go together, and I can get on with the gutters?" "Fine." "Actually I'd just as soon stay here." "Me, too." "It's settled, then." "Kiffer goes off for the cheese and we stay here." "I'll get the fucking cheese, all right?" "I think you should go with her." "Why?" "'Cause she doesn't know the way." "Jackie!" "Jackie!" "Jackie!" "Jackie!" "Jackie!" "Jackie!" "Jackie!" "Jackie." "Get away from me!" "You don't love me!" "Don't fucking love me!" "All I want is a fuck." "Jackie." "Aah!" "Come on." "All I want is a fucking fuck, for fuck's sake!" "It's ok." "Ohh!" "It's all right." "No." "We have to." "No, we don't have to." "Why would anyone have to?" "Because she's my sister." "Yes, well, I think you'll find that this is not the sort of thing that sisters normally ask one another." "Because I'm scared." "Yes, well, she doesn't scare me." "I'm sure it would just be the once." "Just the once, huh?" "I wouldn't have asked." "Any particular position?" "She just needs proof." "Proof of what, for god's sake?" "Proof that somebody loves her." "She just went." "Didn't say a word." "Didn't... cancel her engagements." "How does she seem to you?" "Well, she has been acting a little oddly." "It's beautiful." "I can see why you wanted to come here instead of Los Angeles." "Don't worry about the cancellations, by the way." "I've seen to them." "Everyone was very understanding." "No one wants to put pressure on you, so don't worry." "So..." "Which is the daddy?" "Which one?" "There's a slate mine on the other side of the mountain." "Kiffer, look what Theresa's found." "Will you excuse me a moment?" "Is that the one with that one?" "I was thinking... if Kiffer and Hilary can do it, so can we." "We can buy a house near here if you like." "It would cost next to nothing." "We could have all we needed." "We could have a little studio, rehearsal rooms, phones." "We could have a helipad." "What do you say?" "Pbltlllt!" "I try to give her everything she wants." "I don't know what she wants." "Do you know what she wants?" "Not really." "Look after her, won't you, Kiffer?" "That's better." "It's just us again." "You know you can't have toast." "I don't know why you keep asking." "Daddy, I want toast." "Toast?" "Toast?" "I want toast, too." "Could we have toast?" "I haven't had a chance to light the fire yet." "Well, we'll light the fire, won't we?" "Let's light the fire." "Yes." "There." "Take some of these and put them on the fire." "I feel a million dollars this morning." "That was exactly what the doctor ordered." "Oh, thank you, Hils." "You don't mind, do you?" "No, of course not." "Well, here we all are." "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could stay like this forever?" "Get this one." "You get that one." "Come on." "Throw some more logs on the fire." "Come on!" "Throw it!" "Come on, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on, let's go." "Here, Kif." "Come on." "Come on, sweetie." "Kif, what are you doing?" "I'm kissing you." "It's me..." "Hils." "I know." "You're my wife." "What about Jack?" "What about her?" "Ok." "What if she wakes up?" "Look, I don't care." "Oh, that's good." "Oh, shh, shh." "Shh." "Kiffer, shh." "Kiffer." "Kiffer." "Oh, god." "Kiffer." "Shh." "Stop." "Get off me." "Get off me." "Get off me!" "She'll never talk to me again now." "You've got to start saying no to her." "The more you give her, the more she wants." "You've got to start saying no to her." "I've given you everything." "Ever since we were little, everything you've asked for I've said yes." "Jackie, listen." "Jackie..." "Jackie..." "I'm sorry." "Cimbarozo Cotopaxi took me by the hand... over the Orinoco... across the blazing Kalahari desert... through the untamed grasslands of the valley." "We're in heaven." "Oh, put that bloody light out." "Psst." "Psst." "Come." "We must go." "You have a plane." "What?" "Your plane to Germany for your concert tonight." "What about my sister?" "She will be taken to her England plane." "It's all arranged." "You must hurry." "Very good." "Romantic." "We understand this." "Really?" "I'm afraid I don't know a bloody word, frankly." "Please?" "Danke." "Bitte." "Ich bin ein Hamburger." "Yeah." "Wunderbar!" "Oh, um, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Wrong number." "Entschuldigen." "Hello, mummy." "Is Hilary there?" "Can... oh, sorry." "Uh, sorry." "S-sorry, no, wrong number." "Sorry." "Fantastico, fantastico, querida." "Casals was in the audience tonight." "He was most impressed." "We would be honored if you'd join us for supper." "Oh, I'd love to." "Only the problem is, is that I stink." "Excuse me?" "Um, well, the sweat just runs off me when I'm playing." "What about Pablo?" "Does he have the same problem?" "Look." "Idios mío!" "Excuse me, um... my clothes are dirty, and I'd like to wash them." "Uh... wash, yes?" "Um, dirty." "Washing?" "S^." "Lavadero." "Well, there's no plug, and it's too small." "No." "Lavadero." "Lávelo all." "Lo siento mucho, señora." "Look, look, is there a washing machine?" "Ay, esos ingleses..." "Shut up!" "The maestro's pleased to see you." "He thinks you're going to be a great cellist." "He wants to know if all is well." "Do you have happiness here?" "Gosh." "Yes." "Heaps of it." "It's just, um... it's just the cello." "Well, it's silly, really." "I just don't want to be a cellist after all." "Well, I never asked to be a cellist, you see?" "It's all just a big cock-up." "One day, I was just playing, and then the next day," "I was booked up for the next 2 years." "I hate the cello, if you want to know." "I think I understand this wrong." "Yes." "Thank you." "Home." "This is what my home smells like." "Aah!" "Hello!" "Who's this?" "Kiffer." "Kiffer Finzi." "I'm in love with Hilary." "I shan't be very late." "I came back to see you." "I shan't be long." "It was terribly funny." "I'm going to get a job, and I'm going to be an ordinary person like you." "You couldn't be ordinary in a million years." "And you don't know anything apart from the cello." "I don't know anything apart from the flute." "Jackie, we're babies." "Kiffer laughs at me." "Then why are you marrying him?" "Because he makes me feel special." "You don't understand that because... you don't have anybody to make you feel special." "That's a big swizz." "Because the truth is that you're not special." "If you think that being an ordinary person is any easier than being an extraordinary one, you're wrong." "If you didn't have that cello to prop you up, you'd be nothing." "Who's that?" "Hey, Freud." "You like Freud?" "Yes." "He'd be a lot better if he hadn't invented the atom bomb, though, wouldn't he?" "Are you Jacqueline Du Pré?" "Yes, I am." "I've heard about you." "I'm Daniel Barenboim." "I've heard about you, too." "Really?" "What have you heard?" "I heard that you had glandular fever." "That's right." "It's very infectious, isn't it?" "So you'd better keep your distance." "Oh, it's not infectious." "It's contagious." "You have to have bodily contact with the other person." "So you can talk to me, but you can't kiss me." "Jackie." "You left this in the cab." "Silly girl." "Thank you." "So, you are a musician?" "Yes, I am a musician." "You know very well that I'm a musician." "A very famous musician, actually." "Well, you don't look like a musician." "So what are musicians supposed to look like, then?" "They're not usually so blond." "Danny, we should go." "I have to go." "I'd love to talk to you sometime about glandular fever." "Paderewski medal." "Beethoven medal." "You name it." "Well..." "I won a talent contest in Camden." "And I won in Purley." "Where's Purley?" "Oh, you wouldn't know it." "Moscow." "I won in Moscow." "I made miss Mouncey cry." "Who is miss Mouncey?" "Who is miss Mouncey?" "Who is miss Mouncey?" "She's my math teacher." "What about you?" "Did you ever make anyone cry?" "Mmm... no." "I never made anyone cry." "Thank you." "I'm sorry I treated you so badly." "I should've known you'll never let me down." "Now that, that's how to play Beethoven." "It's too slow." "You're coming in too slow." "No, you're too fast." "You're throwing it away." "No, you have to do it again." "I think I'll decide the tempo." "Are you all right?" "Yeah." "I just got cold hands." "Here." "Listen to that." "It sounds like you're running for a bus." "I've never run for a bus in my life." "To keep your hands warm." "Oh, Danny." "She's very vigorous with the bow, hmm." "So there has to be an unusual amount of room under the arm, here." "And, ha... sweat, sweat is the main problem." "So that the seams have to be a lot stronger than normal." "I understand." "I'm sorry." "It's all right." "They'll love it." "How are we going to do the thing without those 2 girls?" "I called for them 3 or 4 times." "Danny, have you seen my pills anywhere?" "I've lost my pills." "I don't know where your pills are." "Oh, come on." "Shit." "Don't worry about the pills." "I can't play without the pills." "Of course you can play without the pills." "The pills have no effect on you whatsoever." "I found them." "Would you still love me if I couldn't play?" "What?" "Would you still love me if I couldn't play?" "You wouldn't be you if you couldn't play." "No, I want to know." "Our bodies sway to music." "Oh, brightening glance... how can we know... the dancer from the dance?" "But don't you wish sometimes that you couldn't play, that you could just be ordinary?" "Like what?" "Live in the country?" "Making bread?" "Feeding chickens?" "Playing once a year with a bunch of amateurs?" "How dare you insult my sister like that." "I wasn't insulting her." "Well, at least she chose her life." "Not like you and me." "We're just trained freaks." "Look, let's just get in the cab and then talk about it." "I wasn't being rude." "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" "Ha ha." "I can't get up." "What?" "I can't get up." "Give it to me." "Danny." "I've got a fatal illness." "But you mustn't worry, 'cause I've got it very mildly." "Hmm." "Look, uh... what if she won't see you?" "Of course she'll see me." "I'm her sister." "I'm so relieved that it's only M.S." "I know it's serious, but I thought I was going mad." "Hello, Jacks." "It's good to see you." "Hilary." "Ha ha." "Oh." "My sister here will tell you." "This country bumpkin here is my sister." "This is dame Margot Fonteyn." "She's a friend of mine." "It's an honor to meet you, dame Margot." "Oh, please." "My sister will tell you" "I was behaving in the strangest way." "But, you know, all that's happening is that my nerve-endings are damaged or something." "And I might have to go into a wheelchair." "Oh, no." "But not for ages." "It takes years." "And it happens in fits and starts." "And they're on the brink of a cure anyway." "Well, who'll look after you, then?" "It's just Danny's so busy, isn't he?" "And, well, the flat's all wrong." "Kif and I have talked about it... dame Margot has very kindly offered to lend me her flat." "You see, it's in Kensington." "I can't really be hidden away in the country, can I?" "Hilary keeps chickens." "She used to be a musician, but now it's all chickens and children, isn't it?" "I would so like to have had children." "Hilary's got heaps of them." "In fact, if you want to get yourself impregnated, you should ask her hubby." "He's extremely fertile, and if you ask her nicely, she'll lend him to you." "She's never been quite right since she went to Russia." "I think... do be quiet, Derek." "You don't think this means she'll have to stop playing?" "No." "Of course not." "Bye, daddy." "Bye-bye." "This is all frightful, but it's better than going bonkers." "I was sure she was going bonkers." "Ok." "Want to do this one again?" "Yeah." "Careful, careful." "Oh, my god." "And... very good." "Shut up." "That's good." "It's good." "It is good." "I'm going to fall off." "I got offered a job today." "I thought you already had a job." "Move over." "I can't move over." "All right." "I'll move you over." "Ok." "Artistic director of the orchestre de Paris." "Oh." "Oh." "In many ways, it would be better than now." "You know I'd always be in one place." "Not in Manchester one night and Chicago the next, you know?" "You're always in the same place." "Yes." "Paris." "I know." "If it were London... no, of course you should do it." "Of course." "Paris isn't that far." "You could come home a lot." "We'll think about it." "It'll give me a chance to practice my French." "I've been working very hard on my languages, actually." "That's good." "Joder." "Do you know what that is?" "I think so." "It's Spanish for fuck." "And putain, that's French for fuck." "And fican, that's German for fuck." "And quievare is Italian for fuck." "And kamamayu... do you know what that is?" "Swahili." "I just wondered how you were getting on without him." "I'm not without him." "He comes home every weekend." "Anyway, it'll be easier once I start playing properly again." "Besides, I get heaps of visitors." "Look at all the flowers." "What's that?" "Oh, that's my new push chair." "But you don't need a wheelchair yet." "Oh, I see." "I suppose if I ate differently or I exercised more, none of this would be happening." "It's all my fault, is that it?" "No." "I was just surprised, that's all." "Oh, it's all my fault." "It's all psychological." "If it's psychological, it's your fault, mother." "I'm sure it's nobody's fault." "Don't eat those cakes, daddy." "They're for my visitors." "Sorry, Jacks." "Am I a cello genius?" "You know you are." "Danny, I just want to play again." "I'll play the fucking triangle." "I just want to make music again." "Ok." "Leave it with me." "Oh, my goodness, it's me." "Teaching can be just as rewarding as playing in its own way." "Don't you think?" "What?" "I said teaching can be as rewarding as playing in its own way." "Where's Hilary?" "She had to leave early." "It's a long drive." "I want Hilary." "Right." "I'll go and see if the car's here." "Margaret, the flowers." "Danny." "Mm-hmm?" "I think my hearing's going." "Very brave of her when you think about it." "Can't so much as bang a drum unless the whole world's looking at her." "I'm sorry." "I think we ought to go and see her." "If we go back now, it'll be quieter." "I'd like to see her." "I wish you would go and see her." "You haven't been to see her in such a long time." "She'll have heaps of visitors, and she doesn't want to see me." "She seemed so unhappy." "Well, mother, that is hardly surprising." "But she was happy." "And now she says she wasn't." "I thought if you could show her this... what for?" "Well, as evidence." "It might remind her." "Mummy, everyone smiles for photographs." "Hello, Danny?" "Hi." "How are you?" "Great." "I'm missing you." "Listen, I won't be able to get home this weekend." "Mahler..." "I've always hated Mahler." "Now I hate him more." "Perhaps next week I'll get home." "I hope so." "What was that?" "What?" "I heard a noise." "What sort of noise?" "It was nothing." "It's probably my hearing playing up again." "It sounded like a baby crying." "I see." "It must be my hearing playing up again, wasn't it?" "I'll call you later." "You bastard." "Where's Hilary?" "She's... the children have got a virus, and they didn't want you to catch it." "Typical." "When... you play... everyone... loves you." "When you stop... you're alone." "I'm sure it's not quite that bad, Jacks." "Unh." "Look at this." "Music and movement." "Oh... oh, for heaven's sake, stop crying." "I don't understand what she wants." "I think she's in some sort of pain." "There are things you want to say." "I can see that." "But you cannot say them." "We cannot understand them." "But there is someone who hears your thoughts." "Do not worry." "God hears them all." "He hears your every thought." "Aah!" "Yes?" "Uh, it's Hilary." "Jacqueline's sister." "Oh, I see." "This is my brother Piers." "Hello." "Isn't this shocking weather?" "Yes." "Well, where's she going?" "We can't get anything down her." "I've been trying for days." "May I try?" "Shh, shh, shh." "It's Hilary." "That's it." "Up we go." "Come on." "There." "Good." "Thought you weren't watching." "Come on." "Pbltlllt!" "Still in there somewhere, Jacks?" "Come on." "Hmm?" "Still in there somewhere?" "Good girl." "Good girl." "When you love someone, you find that pictures of them stay with you all the time in your heart." "Pictures of the way you think of them when you think of them." "With mummy, it's that day you broke the drum at the BBC." "Whenever you think you've lost that person, you start with a picture and then you find them again." "You want to know what I think of when I think of you?" "When people say Jacqueline Du Pré to me," "I think of a day on a beach a long time ago." "Long before you played the cello." "Before that Jacqueline Du Pré or this one." "And we were playing a game." "When I was but... 13 or so..." "I went into a golden land." "Cimbarozo Cotopaxi took me by the hand, over the Orinoco... across the blazing Kalahari desert through the untamed grasslands of the veldt, over the steppes... and home." "Do you remember what you said to me that day, Jackie?" "You said that everything was going to be all right." "And in the end, it was." "Hundreds of roads are blocked, and large parts of the rail network are out of action." "The home secretary is chairing an emergency meeting to discuss ways of dealing with the emergency." "The cellist Jacqueline Du Pré has died at her London home." "She was 42." "Jacqueline Du Pré... oh, god." "And won several awards before rising to the top of her profession." "She will be particularly remembered for her performances of Elgar's cello concerto." "Stop the car, Piers." "Stop the car!" "Oh, god!" "Jackie!" "Hil, where are you going?" "When I was but 13 or so," "I went into a golden land." "Cimbarozo Cotopaxi took me by the hand... over the Orinoco... across the blazing Kalahari desert... through the untamed grasslands of the veldt... over the steppes... and home." "What do you want?" "Nothing." "Just to see you." "Bye." "Jackie." "I just wanted to tell you that everything is going to be all right."