Allegro

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We have this man, and he must,

to put it poetically -

- bite the dust

so that he can understand -

- he is loved by this woman.

It's as simple as that.

Well, almost that simple.

Let's take it from the beginning.

Let's draw a line...

Zetterstrm is born... here.

In the years to come he grows older,

bigger and more experienced -

- as one does.

In many ways he's an ordinary

boy. He tastes his first soft ice -

- kisses his first girl -

- tries the local merry-go-round -

- but one day he listens to a record

with Michelangeli, the pianist -

- which leaves

a lasting impression on him.

In music he finds calmness,

a hiding place -

- where he can elude

life's disappointments.

Sh*t!

There, now...

Come again.

- Dammit!

- Mind your language, please!

- Sh*t...

- You play wonderfully.

Come and sit down.

- Don't give me that attitude.

- I can't play it.

Yes, you can. Everyone makes

mistakes. It's only to be expected.

You don't believe me? Why don't

you ever believe what I tell you?

It's very frustrating. How can I teach

you, if you don't believe me?

Come and sit down.

Zetterstrm, I know you can.

Play something more delicate.

Zetterstrm's teacher tries

in her own way to help, but in vain.

The secret behind his success

is also the key to his failure.

His quest for perfection

brings him closer to music -

- yet further and further away

from life itself.

But deep within, where even

he cannot see, he yearns...

... he yearns for love.

I don't believe it!

Is something the matter?

No, I just seem to have lost

my keys. Or forgotten them.

- Did you just lose them?

- No, it probably happened ages ago.

It doesn't matter. Forget it.

I'll have to call a locksmith.

Why are you so dressed up?

It's because... I was playing.

I hate this thing!

- Can I help you?

- I don't think I can...

What the hell is wrong?

Let me see...

You want it off?

Here you go...

It's nice.

You think so?

Then keep it.

- No.

- I hate it. Take it. Please.

- Really?

- Yes, I hate it.

- Why do you wear it then?

- It goes with the territory.

Nothing goes with the territory.

Just don't wear it.

Make it your trademark.

Are you coming?

You could always sit here

and think about it.

I could keep you company.

Would you like that?

Would I like that?

- Does that seem strange to you?

- Yes. Well, no... maybe not.

Well, if that isn't one

of life's ironic twists...

A little mistake introduces him to

Andrea, who becomes his great love.

In no particular order they

experience happiness, sorrow, loss -

- and tenderness.

Where are you going?

- To play.

- Now?

- Aren't you tired?

- No.

You're very beautiful.

You make me very happy.

God, if you didn't exist...

I'd have to build you.

Why?

You make me play better.

Is that the only reason?

I feel almost human

when I'm with you.

- Almost?

- Yes. No need to exaggerate.

- Yes?

- You'll be there shortly, right?

Yes. I'm almost ready.

- I'll be there, darling. See you soon.

- Bye.

Go on.

Get moving.

- Hi. Are you ready?

- Yes.

- Where's Andrea?

- On her way. Is everything ready?

Yes... Shall we wait for her?

- No, she'll be right over.

- Let's go upstairs then.

- Is something the matter?

- No, I can't seem to find Andrea.

- I don't think she's been here.

- She was at the back of the room.

No, she wasn't.

That's where I was standing.

- Do you think something is wrong?

- No, of course not.

I don't think

she just left me.

Will I regret we're together?

No, why should you?

Andrea has gone.

Now what?

Zetterstrm decides to forget.

Quite simply.

All his sorrows and joys. Everything

he has experienced till now.

Even Andrea is tucked away.

I can hear what you're thinking:

"You can't do that!"

But yes, Zetterstrm can.

The boy is very talented.

The years pass by, and Zetterstrm

reaps the fruits of his talent.

He feels no need to look back to

the country and the memories he left.

But Denmark has not forgotten.

It's hard to say what happened.

But let me try.

The past that Zetterstrm

left behind explodes.

At the place where Zetterstrm

stood when he lost faith in love -

- reality suddenly cracks and people

must flee, as the area changes.

In a matter of 24 hours, an otherwise

normal part of Copenhagen -

- has become

its own city in the city.

A city that people soon dubbed

"The Zone".

Established science tries to explain

what happened and why -

- but cannot come up

with a satisfying answer.

The only thing agreed upon

is that the Zone is in Copenhagen.

It's bounded by an invisible wall

of an unknown substance -

- and it measures exactly

372 x 88 metres.

No one can visit the place anymore.

It's closed to the outside world.

Life goes on, and the Zone becomes

an integrated part of Copenhagen.

Of course there are rumours

about what goes on in there.

Some say

that everything is in ruins -

- but others claim that it contains

the dreams of the world.

But it's all rumours.

The truth is known to nobody.

Except to me, of course.

Now we are here, then. It's been ten

years since Andrea left Zetterstrm.

He's here in New York

at a safe distance of the Zone -

- and his forgotten past.

He is very successful.

Not as a human, but as a pianist.

Yes, well,

I'm the expert.

I'm Professor Fromberg.

I've been asked to make a statement

on Mr. Zetterstrm.

But Mr. Zetterstrm prefers

not to be seen when playing.

If this is a modern publicity stunt,

I don't know.

But I've been told

it hasn't always been like this.

He is great pianist. Outstanding.

No doubt about that.

Technically speaking...

But where is his passion?

Fromberg is a wise man.

He can hear something is wrong -

- but he doesn't know what it is.

I do.

My mission is to make Zetterstrm

see what he refuses to see.

To remember what was

concealed in the night.

It won't be easy,

but I'll manage.

I have a plan, and everything has

been prepared to the last detail.

Let's get going.

Zetterstrm has just finished

a successful tour.

Under the pretext of an interview -

- our assistant

will lure him to Copenhagen.

The magical words to be said

are simple:

Your past has been kidnapped

and is now in the Zone.

Thanks for taking the time to see us.

We are honoured.

Thanks for taking the time to see us.

We are honoured.

You're welcome.

You hide when you're playing. Do

you have an aversion to being seen?

No, it's not an aversion.

My sole interest is music.

The image of me playing

diverges from the experience.

I'm only a human. The music

ought to be more than just me.

Is that why all stage lights

are turned off?

And the audience has to be

blindfolded with one of these?

Any comments on that?

I know it must be interesting to focus

on something that appears eccentric -

- but why don't we talk music?

It's not that you're ashamed

and want to hide?

No.

Could you tell us a bit about

how you got started in music?

- What do you mean, "started"?

- When you started and why.

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