Rondo Page #2
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- 1966
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see that love is not like chess.
There are no textbooks. You need
to look at faces. Everything's there:
love, happiness,
hate, sadness, secrets.
Yes...
I'm off, things to do.
You said something, love?
Take the move back. -No, Fedja.
- No point... -Don't make a habit of it.
Take the move back.
- There's no point... -Fedja!
Wait! The game is what we
enjoy, not the victory. Please.
Please. -Alright.
Shall we call it a day?
Yes. Please, don't
make me stay for dinner.
Come on. Have fun with these!
We must have him alive!
So, what's the score?
I lost all the games.
You know, Neda, if you start
to play now against my will,
that could qualify as premeditated
crime. Still, I'm asking you
to commit that crime. I really want
to hear Mozart's rondeau in A minor.
Then I'll allow Fedja to whistle.
Thank you very much! Where's my
coat? -Where are you going? Fedja!
Fedja, he's getting away! Wait!
Alright, I'll stay.
You shouldn't have. Really.
It must've been hard to find.
You took me seriously when
I said you should buy the record.
That means I must
take you very seriously.
It means I don't
like to buy flowers.
I'm puzzled now, but
not because of the present.
I'm used to getting presents,
But I'm not used to people
remembering what I said.
It's hard to talk when words mean
something. You know what I mean?
With Fedja it's different: we talk,
and forget about it straight away.
But when you feel that
somebody is actually listening
and that your words
stay with them, then...
You know I love this instrument,
but the thing is it makes noise.
That's the thing
with the piano too!
I know only one instrument that makes
music without making any noise.
What's this:
it hasopenings, or ouvertures;
endgames, or fugues...
We know, we know: it's chess.
- Fedja... -How do you know?
I don't feel like going home tonight.
I get sick thinking of that room.
only a clock that plays tunes.
"Eine Spieluhr", my landlady says.
married, not even on a Sunday?
There are 7 days in the week. Phone
starts ringing on Monday morning.
Our lady friends call to tell us
how the husbands are dull, jealous,
and so on, and so forth.
I couldn't do that,
live the way you do.
Good for you.
This is odd:
I'm older,and you have a beard.
A detail. But I'm a judge,
you're an artist. -A craftsman.
Still... I make a living off my
strictness, you off your creativity.
I have a salary, and you freelance,
living from one day to the other,
like a real adventurer. That's fine,
the world needs all kinds of people.
An adventurer...
You're married, very happily,
while I waste my time with
other men's wives. Isn't that odd?
You know what? I think it's out
of fashion. If Casanova lived now,
a man with a talent for adventure,
he'd be the most faithful husband.
What else should he do? No danger,
no risks, no windows to jump out of,
no duels... That's not a life for a
man of action. -Perhaps you're right.
Yes, it's repeated, I see it now.
That's the part that's repeated,
the theme, right? -Right, that's it.
That's rondeau:
everything isrepeated, but it mustn't be dull.
I don't like that in principle.
Wouldn't it be better if composers
let their imagination run free?
That way we'd always get
something new and different.
You're a grown man, and you ask the
questions I did when I was little.
Here's what my teacher said:
"Old masters were very strict, dear. "
"They wouldn't let beauty go wild. "
"They trussed it tightly, and
it started to grow upwards. "
"The tighter they
trussed it, it grew higher".
You know what else is like music?
Always the same, yet never the same;
always beautiful, never reliable;
always dangerous, always new...
and it isn't chess!
My Lord, it's woman.
What's this:
it'sbeautiful, it's gorgeous,
always waits for us; doesn't
cost us money, so it's not a woman...
Hey! -What? -I do that! -No! -Let go!
This is mine, that's yours.
- Let me do it my way.
This is mine. Try
to come up here now!
These sparklers...
This is nice, but
imagine real fireworks.
He's not joking. He's got
a whole box of rockets.
Great. So you'll
blow us all up one day.
was a kid, to wake the whole city up.
But Fedja! -Stop! -You're so rude!
Where are you? I'm already
looking forward to next Sunday.
I don't think I'll come. I'm
afraid there's no point. -Why?
I didn't say I'll
never come again, but...
Why every Sunday?
Why make a habit of it?
you'll come every Sunday at 4.
I have something to
the queen's gambit with white
pieces or some other move.
dinner and other things.
At 4 we're afraid you won't
come, at 4:
10 we stop hoping...At 4:
10 we stop hoping...Then you ring the bell
and everything's alright.
So?
I'll come. -So long.
"There will be bloodshed... "
- Check. -Whoa!
What's that? -What's
going on? -No idea.
I'm not the idiot in charge
play without looking. -Really? -Yes.
OK. Just a moment...
G-5.
Mhm... G-3. -G-3.
King on F-5. -Rook on D-3.
But Fedja! The way you carry on!
You could let Mladen rest a little.
Who said I was tired? -I suppose
you did some work this week.
How many people
did you sentence to death?
None. I've been a judge in
divorce cases for a long time.
I thought so. I can't imagine
you sentencing someone to death.
I didn't always do divorce cases.
So you had somebody
killed? But you had to, right?
That's your job. Your
conscience is clean.
Not entirely.
Sometimes I think judges should
be killed together with convicts.
That's the only way to
die with a clean conscience.
Right! Times change.
Judges are not so strict anymore.
You said something, love?
Really, you said something?
I'm out.
BELLS CHIMING:
DOORBELL BUZZING
I was afraid you wouldn't come.
He already had fever when you were
last here. His eyes were bleary.
You don't see that because
you don't look people in the eye.
You see, Mladen, you
need someone to tell you:
"You lost your appetite.
You should see a doctor. "
Or:
"Your eyes are bleary,let's take you temperature. "
One day that won't be necessary.
We will carry electronic devices
that will send data to a hospital.
There will be signal lamps, and
when one of them glows red,
a doctor will call you and
say:
"'You're ill'. 'Me? No!''Yes you are! You've been feverish
and constipated for 3 days. '
'We'll collect you in 5 minutes.
Bring your pajamas and toothbrush. '"
I won't have to worry about anyone?
The device will take care of it all?
Right. No one will
need anybody. -Can't be.
A doctor told me it's happening.
- Can't be! They don't know anything.
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