Teardrops in the Snow: The Making of 'The Saddest Music in the World' Page #5

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A tardy Gavrillo the Great

finally appears on the stage

to face ar impatient crowd.

We've heard much talk

about his plaintive cello ore.

which has drawn enough moisture

from hardened old-world eyes

to fill the English Channel.

I'm sorry

to have kept you waiting.

I'm sorry,

but my ears are quite sensitive.

Some of you in the first few rows

are swallowing too loudly.

And you, sir,

could you please refrain

from breathing

through your nose like that?

And there's a woman in a straw hat

whose stomach is growling.

Now, what is that stink?

Is this a hog barn

or a concert hall?

Still no word on the condition

of Gavrillo the Great.

We don't know if he's in a coma

or just very, very sad.

We'll try to find out

as soon as we can.

Now a word

from Port-Huntley beer.

Get up,

get your boots on

Hurry up, hurry up

Time's a wastin'

if you're not tastin'

Lady Port-Huntley beer

Can't wait to drink

One down, two down

three down, more

along this town

we want to be true

Stay away from him.

Haven't you done enough?

Narcissa, have you

ever seen my brother before?

He looks vaguely familiar.

You haven't been married

to this gentleman, have you?

Or had a child with him?

That wouldn't have

slipped your mind, I trust.

I would hate to be

so careless with loved ones.

But...

He could be anyone.

Well, she's scatterbrained,

I'll admit, but she's not lying!

Did you see him while she was

on that swing? Look at him now!

- Maybe if I spoke to him.

- No, I want you both to leave.

If he wakes up and sees you,

he'll never play again.

You heard the man, Narcissa.

I know you're not the jealous type,

but my tapeworm says

I should spend at least

one night with your brother.

I think the fact that he's my brother

might be a good reason not to.

- Well, it's not up to me.

- I'm asking you not to.

It's embarrassing...

but I'm asking you not to.

Don't worry.

What happened to me out there?

Your senses

didn't have time to cool down.

There will be other chances.

I was hypnotized by that swing...

that girl... who was she?

A North End stripper.

One of Chester's showgirls.

All that Broadway sis-boom-ba.

Don't you think the music

should speak for itself?

I heard and saw Narcissa.

She sent shivers through me.

Next time, you must keep your head

clear of distractions before your perform.

If I ever perform again.

The judge

must be furious with me.

Don't fret, my son.

Tonight we'll make her so happy...

... she'll forgive everything

that's ever happened.

Shouldn't we wait

for a luckier time?

Make sure you tell her

they're from me.

Teddy, let's not argue.

The ''Treaty of Versailles'' number...

it's a stink, isn't it?

I wouldn't let those Germans

clean my kitchen floor.

Excuse me, Lady Port-Huntley.

May I speak

to you privately for a minute?

The Great Gavrillo.

You want another shot

at the archduke?

Please.

I'm most humbled in your presence.

I'm here to arrange an introduction.

In case you haven't noticed,

I am judging a contest right now.

You must believe

this introduction will matter more.

Hey, no tricks.

You must win your money

down there,

like everyone else,

on the stage.

I am only here

as an ambassador of happiness.

You haven't had

a moment's peace

since you and these friends

parted company.

You are as presumptuous

as you are rude. Just leave.

- If I am wrong, just say the word.

- You are wrong.

If I am wrong...

... together, we can throw

these friends from the balcony.

If you go with them.

Go lift a thumb.

Poland just beat Germany.

Let's see,

before we make the final toss.

A moment.

From Father.

I hear music

when I look at you

Of every dream

I ever knew

Down deep in my heart

I hear it play

I feel it start

Then melt away

I hear music

when I look at you

A beautiful theme

of every dream I ever knew

Down deep in my heart

I hear it say

Is this the day?

I alone have heard

this lovely strain

I alone have heard

this glad refrain

Must it be

forever inside of me?

Why can't I let it go?

Why can't I let you know?

Why can't I let you know

the song my heart would sing?

A beautiful rhapsody

of love and youth and spring

The music is sweet

The words are true

The song is you

I hear music

when I look at you

A beautiful theme

of every dream I ever knew

Down deep in my heart

I hear it play

I feel it start

Then melt away

I hear music

when I touch your hand

A beautiful melody

from some enchanted land

Down deep in my heart

I hear it say

Is this the day?

I alone have heard

this lovely strain

I alone have heard

this glad refrain

Must it be

forever inside of me?

Why can't I let it go?

Why can't I let you know?

Why can't I let you know

the song my heart would sing?

That beautiful rhapsody

of love and youth and spring

The music is sweet

The words are true

The song is you

The song is you

The song is you

If you like,

I could sing something else.

You have turned

our most private grief

into...

a kind of peep show,

with my brother the pimp

selling tickets!

Why not find yourself

a dance partner?

There's nothing wrong with the tune,

longhair. It's catchy!

Die!

Give me more of that fizz.

You've been away long enough.

Care to dance?

Well, look at you.

Cinderella in spades.

I am told I am unbreakable!

I just kicked a ball!

And right then I thought,

''Tonight, I'm gonna go to one!''

I'm gonna bring my orchestra.

It's not gonna be a masked ball.

All blindfolds off!

Come!

If you want me

to be your wife,

I'm happy

to say I'm your wife.

If you want us

to have a dead son,

I have no objection

to having one.

But, really, if he's dead...

I don't see

what difference it makes.

You know?

I hardly recognize you.

I feel all those lost, wonderful years

come running back to me.

I know they're not, but...

this is how I feel.

It's your happiness

I don't recognize.

Where's all that cruelty?

You had the market cornered.

Let's compare legs.

Come on.

Well, there's no contest.

For one thing,

there's no beer in mine.

Look how they sparkle.

They feel so smooth.

I never have to shave.

Come. Touch them.

I swear I can feel your touch.

It makes me bubble.

Got any toenail polish?

I'll paint your toenails for you.

Hey, you devil.

Are you already counting

your prize money?

Not so.

We might as well be strangers.

Good Lord.

The years leave no trace.

There's not a mark on you.

And yet...

you must've been hurt more than I.

Wait!

Was that me?

Did I break?

No, no. Downstairs.

Some other glass lady.

Shoddy workmanship.

That was nice.

I hope I see you again.

Where are you going?

I've got to rehearse.

Good luck in the contest.

Am I going to be enough

for you for a while?

You're the only name

left on my dance card.

How long before you

start laughing at me?

I'm only gonna make you happy.

If you succeed, I am gonna

make you very, very rich.

I wish I could feel the cold

against my leg and my skirt.

Lok. No sag.

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