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everything's really hairy, hairy,

except for me.

Yes, I like it;

it's original,

interesting.

I like it a lot;

it has a strange harmony,

but it has something, it does.

It's good.

Where did it come from?

Well, it's a project I've been working

on for some time.

I really trust your talent

and the creative ability we can

generate with this quartet.

And?

And well, this is an invitation for you

to help me refine and then

produce this opus.

I'm honored, I really am.

Hang on a minute.

What do you need us for?

It's a concert for piano and orchestra.

It's really a very difficult concert;

it's a complex work

and I think that it has to be tested

first in a small orchestration.

That's why I'm asking you.

So, guys, what do you say?

Could you play a little more?

How do you feel?

Sometimes...

Do you know why you're here?

Do you remember destroying six

grand pianos?

They attacked me first.

What?! Are you telling me that...?

What did you see?

Do you hear voices?

Music.

Music?

Classical music?

Sometimes.

Do you think about death?

All the time.

And suicide?

Have you thought about that at all?

No, and you?

Sometimes.

Tell me about your mother.

Have you thought of her recently?

I've always been in places from

which there is no escape.

My parents spent a fortune in driving

me crazy and here I am

seeing if I can save me from myself.

Stop, this is impossible;

this can't be played.

You have to follow the scores,

that's all.

But what kind of music is this? The

music comes along fine, splendid

and suddenly it becomes

a piece of sh*t.

It's strange. It's as if there were two

people involved in this music.

You just can't have lost your

inspiration from one beat to the next.

We've played three different versions

of the same music

over the last few hours, Ricardo,

and this music obviously has some

great moments,

but it's... disorderly.

Are you sure you wrote it?

Because, if you did, you suffer

from a split personality...

You did write it, didn't you?

No, I didn't write it.

I knew it.

What the f*** are you doing, man?

You're stealing somebody's music

and want to get us all involved in

your rip-off?

No, no, no, hold it, hold it.

I'm not stealing anybody's music.

Besides, I never said that

this music was mine...

No?

No, I didn't say that.

(laughter)

No, and don't laugh.

This is a research project; I'm

rescuing this music.

And can you tell us who's f***ing

music you're researching?

Eliseo Montalbn's.

Montalbn?

The Macabre?

But he had his opening night and

then disappeared, right?

Yeah, crazy f***er.

Ah, now I remember. A pianist died

and then all hell broke loose.

Great. How many people do you

think are interested

in the life of a nutcase who

disappeared without trace?

Not everybody does this;

this is love pure and simple,

love of music,

and if we don't do it, nobody will,

and this man's work will be lost in the

annals of time.

You son of a b*tch.

Hang on, let's hear him out, OK?

This music holds a secret and I'm

inviting you to unravel it.

Unravel my ass! I'm out of here

I'm interested, I'm staying

Then stay, cocksucker!

I thought you were talented.

Hold it, hold it, hold, it.

I need to show you something.

Come on.

Welcome to Montalbn's room in the

psychiatric hospital.

Are you out of your mind?

The Macabre Rhapsody, it's on the

walls.

And it's all transcribed?

Everything that was on the walls,

yes,

but there's still something missing;

not all the music's here.

There are two clear melodies, but I'm

sure there's a third motif

which would be the third movement.

And you started writing what was

missing, you cunning bastard.

This has to be completed.

And played.

Hello, hello, how many left?

About three.

Ah... what about this one?

This is the musician.

Ah, Eliseo, you're named after a

racing driver, boy (laughter).

Easy does it.

I brought you the cheese you asked

for.

It wasn't me.

What d'you mean?

You asked me to bring you two kilos

on Friday and I brought them.

That must have been Doctor

Zaartu,

who pines for your cheeses, nurse.

I hates your cheeses, nurse.

Let's see, open your mouth.

19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26

Pass me the coffee, next please!

He who endures, lasts.

The doorbell.

I'll go...

Carlitos!

Hi, gorgeous.

You'll come one at a time.

No point fooling around with other

people's anxieties.

It's too dangerous... and it's been

done to me too many times.

What did you bring us?

The whole dispensary.

F (sharp),

B(flat),

F, A. Easy

Musical ear.

Absolutely. Every sound has a

note...

ahh that's a line major with an

augmented sixth.

It's all music, man.

Even the most absolute silence

is capable of containing a perfect

note.

What do you know of Pacian,

Carlitos?

Vctor Pacian?

Yes

I haven't seen him for some time.

The last I knew he was working

in a store selling instruments. Why?

Curiosity.

What's that?

Something we've been working with

the guys.

That's strange.

Why?

I've heard that before.

Well, all music sounds similar, right?

So where did you buy it?

What?

Talent;

the last time I saw you, it was

conspicuous by its absence.

Were you there that night?

No...

I heard several rehearsals;

it's a beautiful, disturbing piece.

I advise you to forget it.

Why?

Because it's not yours, because

those scores no longer exist.

Carlitos, I need you to

help me finish it.

No, sir!

I will not help you do that and nor will

Vctor Pacian.

Not in your wildest dreams!

It's research work.

Pathetic musician!

You can't hear anything here;

I always found silence unbearable;

it seems that...

now I'm fine,

now that I can't hear anything...

listen.

In time, I got used to feeling trapped

inside something that I don't know,

and it's not bad...

it's slow...

and that has nothing to do with love,

it has to do with music,

with a bunch of disorderly notes that

give meaning to all I know.

Shall we wipe it, doctor?

No,

leave it like that;

he's recovering. We'll continue with

the therapy.

Yes, doctor.

The third octave is a little out of tune.

This is a marvelous piano.

Sir?

Play, play, I'll be right back.

Thank you.

I want a guitar for my daughter;

maybe you could recommend one.

Sir?

Do you recognize this?

No, whose is it?

A Chilean composer's.

Mmm, doesn't sound like it.

It doesn't, does it?

It sounds good, though.

You play very well.

You're seeing him, aren't you?

Who?

Montalbn.

No,

I don't know what you're talking

about.

I know you were his assistant during

the rehearsals for this opus.

That melody...

I never thought I'd hear it again.

What happened to Montalbn?

I'm sorry. I can't help you with that.

Excuse me, what wood is this

instrument made of?

Fir.

And the accessories

Elm, except for...

Its been played before?

Yes

Where did it come from?

Its... Hungarian

How much?

1.5 million pesos.

Credit facilities?

Yes, yes, credit facilities...

Yes, yes, credit facilities...

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