Love and Rage

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Good luck, sweetie.

You'll do just fine.

- I'll be home Tuesday.

- Okay.

- And then off to Jutland on Saturday.

- Not before?

My concert is on Thursday.

- So I can make it, after all.

- Yeah.

- It does say 'dinner' though...

- Don't worry about that.

It's written right here: 8 p.m.

- It's actually in your calendar.

- Yes.

- You're bobbing again.

- I'm sorry.

Try to get out a little

and have some fun.

Kiss a few girls.

- Hi.

- Hi.

How cosy.

This looks delicious.

It's just breakfast, Lars.

Don't get carried away.

- Would you like some coffee?

- Thanks.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Daniel.

- Hi, Jakob.

- Is your exam today?

- Yes, at 11.

- I'm so nervous.

- What on earth for?

Well...

- Let's go to La Fontaine tomorrow.

- No, I can't.

- Why not?

- I need to rehearse and...

Daniel, you practise all the time.

Get in the game. We need p*ssy.

- We deserve p*ssy.

- Okay. Call you later?

Great!

P*ssy tomorow. Don't forget!

- That was excruciating.

- Hi, Pierre.

- So, what do you say?

- Let's talk about it tomorrow.

- Okay

- Don't be nervous. Okay?

Right. Bye.

Hi, Daniel.

- My mom says hi.

- How is she?

She's fine.

I was wondering if you'd

consider being my teacher.

The principal just told me

that you have your father's talent.

Yes, I'd like to go to Juilliard

in New York.

- I want to go all the way.

- Juilliard...

You're ambitious.

That's great, Daniel.

Unfortunately, I must turn you down.

I have a lot of students as it is.

But I would love to hear you play

one of these days...

- Sure.

- I have to attend to an exam now.

- I have my exam at 11, so...

- I'll get to hear you today, then.

- Yes.

- Take care.

Daniel Bentzen.

- Daniel Bentzen.

- Professor Pierre Dore.

- We've already met.

- Hello.

Whenever you're ready.

F***!

Well, Daniel...

You made a mess of it at first.

- Yes, I know.

- But you're so talented.

- You passed.

- Thanks.

- You have to work on your nerves.

- Yes.

- Yes. I know.

- Good.

You're next, Louise.

Good Luck...

- Could I have a word with Pierre?

- No. We're already behind schedule.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

- I didn't mean to startle you.

- You were good.

- Thank you. I fumbled.

That's means nothing.

- Are you always that nervous?

- Yeah.

Hands as cold as ice.

- What are you nervous about?

- I don't know. Making mistakes.

All great talents

suffer from performance anxiety -

- but we can work on that.

- 'We'?

- Yes.

I thought it over,

and I'd like to be your teacher.

- But you must follow my directions.

- Yes, of course.

If I'm to help you to the top, we must

get your anxiety under control.

- Yes.

- We all get nervous.

But we can't let our fears

get the better of us.

No.

It's what caused

your father to fail.

Torben had no filter.

Not in regard to music,

nor towards the world in general.

That was his downfall.

And it will be yours too,

if you don't deal with it.

Talent probably wasn't the only thing

you inherited from your father.

In this room we will no longer

talk about feelings.

We will focus all our attention

on the music and only that.

Do we have a deal?

Yes.

Hi.

- See you.

- Bye.

- Can you manage?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

...optimizing the outcome

- So, a cut in costs is planned.

No, there will be no cuts, we will

simply use our ressources better.

But Lars Lkke,

that must entail leaner budgets?

No! It's just a matter

of optimizing the outcome.

Thank you.

Back to the studio.

Thank you.

How would you like to be the soloist

at this year's concert?

- What do you mean?

- Kristoffer's backing out.

- But I'm not yet a soloist.

- I know that.

We'll make an exception.

It's a very prestigious concert.

You've got the talent, and there will

be scouts from Juilliard present.

The principal agrees

it's a good idea.

Are you afraid?

- No, I'm not afraid.

- What would you like to play?

Uhm... I don't know...

How about

Brahms' Piano Concerto no. 1?

It's very complicated

and will give you great respect.

Brahms.

Sofie speaking.

Hi.

Fine.

I'm going to Stengade.

Jeppe and Joy's band is playing.

Yes, I'm fine.

Bye.

This, please.

I'm a class...

I'm a classical pianist.

Hey.

I've seen you at the Academy.

Yeah. I'm there, too.

Great music, huh?

Cool music.

They're awesome.

Totally awesome.

Can't you see I'm dancing?

Hi.

Daniel.

To think you'll play at the annual

concert. And you're not a soloist yet.

- Is it because of your new teacher?

- I don't know. This is it!

- Why did you pick this place?

- It'll be fun, I promise.

Hi.

- Are you paying?

- Sure.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Do we know each other?

I've seen you around

the Academy... I think.

Ah, right.

Uh, I...

I think those two

are from the Academy.

- They are?

- Yes, I think so.

- They're pretty good, huh?

- Sure.

- Damn weird music, though.

- Yeah.

Cool music, huh?

- Cool music.

- Yeah.

- What's your name?

- Daniel.

- Sofie.

- Hi, Sofie.

- Do you come here often?

- No. I mean... no.

But it's really cool!

I think Jakob found it a bit loud.

Right, Jakob?

- He just needs a little red wine.

- I'm off to Fontaine now.

- But we're meeting the band!

- I'll go to La Fontaine instead.

- Yeah, okay. See you.

- See you.

In here.

Could you open these?

Sure.

Good job, sailor.

Cheers.

- New boyfriend?

- No, this is Daniel from school.

- He thinks you're great.

- Awesome.

- Daniel's a classical pianist.

- And gay?

- I don't know. Are you?

- What?

- He asked if you're gay.

- I don't... No, I'm not.

He's just kidding.

I don't smoke much.

Cheers!

Welcome to my humble abode.

- Vodka is served.

- Can I give you a hand?

Sit down.

So, what do you say?

It's all cool.

- Cheers!

- Cheers! Bottoms up.

- What would you like to hear?

- Let's have some music.

We want to hear you.

Sofie! We want you.

- Play something.

- Seriously, I'm too pissed to play.

We've been playing for you all night.

It's your turn now.

Only if Daniel joins in.

You'll accompany me.

- Is your piano in tune?

- If it's in tune?

Does it matter?

Guess not.

Okay.

Yeah!

- Daniel?

- What's up, Daniel?

Are you okay?

Fine, thanks.

You're one hell of a pianist.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What time is it?

Close to 11:
30.

- When did the others leave?

- Around 5.

We tried to wake you,

but you were out cold.

I should get going.

There.

Won't you stay a while?

Okay?

Here.

Down it goes.

So?

- What would you like to hear?

- What do you have?

I'll just slap something on.

Have you been with many?

Have you?

I don't know.

I don't count them.

Why are you at the Academy?

To improve my cello skills.

- Do you want to play in an orchestra?

- I don't know.

I find the classical world

somewhat old-fashioned at times.

How do you mean?

The music is over 200 years old.

I want to play something new.

Are you really going to New York?

- Yes, if Juilliard accepts me.

- I'll come with you.

We'll move in together.

- Are you serious?

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