Hilary and Jackie Page #2

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 Pr...

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 Pr.

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 Pr 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 Franois 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 Pr

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 Pr 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 Pr 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. Sh*t.

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

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