Sound of Noise Page #3

Drop that drum!

Police! Drop your instruments!

Stay calm!

What have we done?

Open the trunk, sir.

I don't have any drums, I promise.

Open the trunk.

See?

Help!

Are you ok?

- Am I audible?

- What?

Can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

That workman says a crazy Finn

stole his keys.

A certain Anders Vestergrd.

We've found fingerprints

from a Sanna Persson.

Warnebring!

I want a full rundown!

What?

Sorry?

Are you alright?

Are you feeling ok?

Damn musicians! I want silence!

I want silence!

You bloody musicians!

I just want silence.

Don't you get it,

you bloody musicians?

Just silence.

Shut up, you wanker!

Don't talk to my boss that way!

You're silent.

You're not audible.

They've played on you.

You might as well shut up.

I can't hear you.

Open the door!

"Electric love"...

Oscar! Open up!

What the hell's going on?

- God, look at you!

- How are you feeling?

Be quiet! You'll wake Lucia.

I've got to write music.

I need your help.

You are tone-deaf, Amadeus.

I know, but...

Go home and sleep.

We'll talk later.

Christ!

I have to write music!

- Be quiet, for Christ's sake!

- Come on, let's go.

Quiet!

First of all,

there's the quarter note...

It's worth one beat in time.

Wait, you don't have to play.

Carry on.

Then, there's the half note...

It lasts two beats.

One, two...

Ok.

Wait. Which one's which?

Look!

Quarter note. Half note.

Good. That's all I need.

- What? But...

- Move over.

But there are other notes,

other things you need to know.

Such as keys and time signatures...

This is perfect.

What do you think?

But it's hardly anything!

But is it music?

It's got to be music

or it won't work.

It's very bad music.

But it is music?

Good. Thanks.

This music will change the world.

You're not the first to say that.

Anders, back a bit.

- Forward a touch.

- Ready.

Ready!

One, two, three, four!

Bravo.

Him again?

Bravo!

Who's the composer?

Is it...

the gentleman

with the stylish glasses?

Maybe.

Thanks for the concert.

Thanks, all of you.

It really was

a great musical experience!

I really mean it.

What the hell do you want?

What do I want?

I've written music for you.

Sanna!

I'll need your help.

Can you come down?

Why don't you come up here,

you fascist pig?

No. We'll play my opus together.

You four up there,

me and Sanna down here.

If not, it won't work.

I'll take care of this.

- I'll go.

- No!

Yes!

I'll talk to him.

Listen up, orchestra.

Here's a metronome.

Be careful,

it was my father's.

You'll play

my music exactly as it's written.

But don't forget,

the electricity

has to be switched on this time.

F*** off!

F***ing pig!

What are you doing?

Sanna... I'm sorry.

I'm gonna drum you to death,

you f***ing pig!

Play my music

and I'll let Sanna go.

Turn the power on

in exactly 20 minutes.

And we will change the world!

Let go of me!

What the hell are we doing here?

You'll see.

Ok, I'm taking these off.

I trusted you!

Sanna! Wait!

I need you!

I need you!

You're the only one

who can help me...

who can play this piece.

I wrote this music. For you.

Here.

You're the soloist.

I'll understand...

if you don't want to, but...

You wrote this?

Yes.

What the hell is this?

Bloody sadist!

Are you sure about this?

I think it'll be ok. But...

make sure

you don't touch each other.

Next time, think twice

before choosing your instruments.

Ok. Let's go for it.

Ok, you damn cop.

This one's for you!

One, two...

three, four!

It's started.

My God, this sucks!

It's the worst thing

I've ever played in my life!

Come on.

Hurry up!

Here comes the grand finale...

And now... silence.

Silence at last.

No more music.

You must leave.

They know who you are,

they know everything.

Leave and go far away.

Go now.

This is so beneath us!

We've got to make a living somehow.

Music's all they know.

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