Wings (1990–1997): Season 2, Episode 3 - A Little Nightmare Music - full transcript
When a conductor comes to the island, Helen tries to talk to the man and maybe play for him but she freezes. Brian comes up with the plan to hold to one of his baggage. Helen then goes to where he is staying to return it and play for him. And he tells her that she's no good. That's when Joe goes to see the man and tell him off.
[seagulls cawing]
FAY, I HAVE TO ADMIT,
I'M A LITTLE NERVOUS ABOUT
HAVING MY FORTUNE READ.
OH, LOWELL, RELAX.
IT'S JUST GOOD-NATURED FUN.
THERE'S NOTHING
TO WORRY ABOUT.
OH, TORTURED SOULS
OF ETERNAL DARKNESS,
OPEN MY EYES
THAT I MIGHT SEE.
[plane engine roaring]
[exclaiming]
WHAT?
IT'S THE CARD
OF GOOD FORTUNE.
OH, GOD, I KNEW IT.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
IT MEANS THAT A STRANGER
IS GOING TO BRING YOU
UNEXPECTED GOOD FORTUNE.
WHAT IS THIS,
A MEETING OF THE MINDLESS?
WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE?
I'M REHEARSING
FOR THE V.F.W. CARNIVAL.
I, MADAME ZORCO, AM WORKING
THE FORTUNETELLING BOOTH.
I HOLD THE KEY
TO THE FUTURE.
WHAT QUESTION DO YOU
SEEK THE ANSWER TO?
DO I LOOK
LIKE AN IDIOT?
WELL, MADAME ZORCO,
SHALL WE SEE?
[plane engine roaring]
[gasping]
OH, MY GOD!
I DON'T BELIEVE IT.
WHAT? WHAT?
LOOK, THAT MAN
OVER THERE.
THAT'S
EDWARD TINSDALE.
HE'S THE CONDUCTOR
OF THE MINNEAPOLIS
PHILHARMONIC.
HE IS A GENIUS.
I CAN'T LET HIM
SEE ME LIKE THIS.
I LOOK LIKE
A WAITRESS.
(Helen)
HERE HE COMES.
NICELY DONE.
HEY, GUYS,
GUESS WHO WAS
ON MY FLIGHT.
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
WE KNOW.
EDWARD TINSDALE,
THE CONDUCTOR
OF THE MINNEAPOLIS
PHILHARMONIC.
NO, POPPO, THE CLOWN.
POPPO!
BIG SHOW ON CHANNEL 8.
REMEMBER, BRIAN?
WE USED TO WATCH IT
ALL THE TIME.
WHERE IS HE?
ARE HIS PANTS LIT UP?
GOD, WHAT I WOULDN'T DO
TO PLAY IN
AN ORCHESTRA LIKE HIS.
POPPO'S RAGTIME BAND?
NO, THE MINNEAPOLIS
PHILHARMONIC.
WELL, MAYBE HE NEEDS
A CELLIST.
NO, HE MOSTLY USES
COWBELLS AND KAZOOS.
WELL, WHY DON'T YOU GO
AND INTRODUCE YOURSELF
TO THE GUY?
NO, I CAN'T
MEET HIM LIKE THIS.
I SMELL LIKE EGG SALAD.
THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.
SEIZE THE MOMENT.
HUH! HOW DO I TALK
TO A LEGEND?
I MEAN, WHAT DO I SAY?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
HOW ABOUT, UH, WHO'S YOUR
FAVORITE COMPOSER?
OH, RIGHT, JOE.
UH, EXCUSE ME, MR. EINSTEIN,
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?
I CAN'T ASK HIM
SOMETHING THAT SIMPLISTIC.
I KNOW, I'LL ASK HIM
IF HE THINKS SCHOENBERG'S
DODECAPHONIC SCALE
IS THE MUSICAL FRAUD
OF THE 20TH CENTURY
OR JUST A VIABLE EXPRESSION
OF NON-CADENTIAL POLYTONALITY.
THAT SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD TO
WORK INTO THE CONVERSATION.
WISH ME LUCK.
GOOD LUCK.
GO GET HIM.
[people chattering]
EXCUSE ME, UH,
MR. TINSDALE?
YES?
WHO'S YOUR
FAVORITE COMPOSER?
[laughing]
I AM.
THAT'S--THAT'S
A GOOD ONE.
I WASN'T JOKING.
NO, YOU...
OF COURSE YOU WEREN'T.
WHY DON'T I JUST
GO AWAY NOW?
FINE.
I BLEW IT, I BLEW IT,
I BLEW IT. THANKS, JOE.
POOR HELEN.
WHO KNOWS WHEN SHE'LL GET
ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY
LIKE THAT.
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
IT MIGHT BE SOONER
THAN YOU THINK.
(Brian)
AH!
LOWELL,
I WANT YOU TO
LOSE THIS.
WHAT?
W-WHAT, BRIAN,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
THIS IS TINSDALE'S BAG.
I WANT LOWELL TO LOSE IT.
DID I MISS
SOME KIND OF POLICY MEMO?
SHH, JOE.
JOE, JOE.
WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY
GONNA LOSE THE BAG.
IN AN HOUR,
HELEN WILL BRING
TINSDALE HIS BAG,
HE'LL BE SO OVERJOYED
TO GET IT,
HE'LL HAVE TO
GIVE HER AN AUDITION.
JOE, YOU'RE THE BOSS.
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
LOSE IT.
ALL RIGHT,
I'LL LOSE IT.
BUT IT GOES AGAINST
EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
I JUST MIGHT
HAVE TO HUG YOU.
DON'T.
I JUST MIGHT HAVE
TO HUG YOU.
NO, NO, BRIAN,
I MEAN IT.
SHH, HERE HE COMES.
UH, EXCUSE ME,
ONE OF YOU.
I HAVE, UH, 2 BAGS.
THERE'S ONE HERE,
ONE'S MISSING.
IS THERE
MORE LUGGAGE OUTSIDE?
NO.
I'M AFRAID
YOUR BAG IS LOST.
THE STRING PARTS
WITH ALL THE BOWINGS
FOR NEXT WEEK'S CONCERT
ARE IN THAT BAG.
I CAN'T POSSIBLY
DUPLICATE THEM.
E-EXCUSE ME,
MR. TINSDALE.
MY NAME IS JOE HACKETT.
I RUN SANDPIPER AIR.
I JUST GOT OFF
THE PHONE WITH LOGAN.
THEY FOUND YOUR BAG.
IT'LL BE HERE IN AN HOUR.
I'LL HAVE IT DELIVERED TO YOU
AS SOON AS IT ARRIVES.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA
HOW IMPORTANT--
RELAX, EDWARD,
IT'S OUR HONEYMOON.
I'M SURE WE CAN FIND
SOMETHING TO DO
TO PASS THE TIME.
YES, I--I SUPPOSE
YOU'RE RIGHT.
AN HOUR?
YOU HAVE MY WORD.
WE'RE STAYING
AT 480 MADAKET ROAD.
(Joe)
IT'LL BE THERE.
DON'T HURRY.
(Helen)
WHAT WAS THAT
ALL ABOUT?
YOU, YOU. YOU'RE GONNA
BRING TINSDALE HIS BAG,
AND WHEN YOU ASK
FOR AN AUDITION,
DON'T TAKE NO
FOR AN ANSWER.
NO, BRIAN,
I CAN'T DO THAT.
HELEN, HELEN,
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY
ABOUT THE SQUEAKY WHEEL?
IF YOU DON'T WATCH YOURSELF,
THIS EGG SALAD IS
GONNA BE YOUR FUTURE.
HAS THIS BEEN
SITTING OUT?
ALL RIGHT, I'LL DO IT.
IF FOR NOTHING ELSE,
TO APOLOGIZE,
AND TO SHOW HIM
THAT THE PEOPLE
ON THIS ISLAND
AREN'T JUST A BUNCH
OF UNSOPHISTICATED,
SIMPLE-MINDED BOOBS.
HEY, SOME GUY'S
IN THE PARKING LOT
JUGGLING CLAM SHELLS.
WERE HIS PANTS LIT UP?
YEAH, I THINK THEY WERE.
(all)
POPPO!
EXCUSE ME, SIR.
YOU DROPPED THIS WALLET
OUT ON THE TARMAC.
OH. OH, THANK YOU.
OH, UH, JUST A MOMENT.
HERE YOU GO.
WOW, $20. THANKS.
HEY, FAY,
DID YOU SEE THAT?
YOUR PREDICTION
CAME TRUE.
YOU SAID A STRANGER
WAS GONNA BRING LOWELL
GOOD FORTUNE.
I DID?
YEAH.
HEY, I AM GOOD.
[laughing]
HEY, UH, FAY.
HOW'D YOU LIKE TO
TRY READING MY FORTUNE?
IF YOU'D LIKE.
OH, TORTURED SOULS--
JUST CUT TO THE CHASE,
MADAM WACKO.
[exclaiming]
WHAT? WHAT?
OH, NO, NO.
W-WHAT WAS THAT?
WHAT WAS THAT?
NOTHING. A MISTAKE.
I FORGOT TO SHUFFLE.
HMM.
[exclaiming]
WHAT? WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT?
ROY, I'M NOT
FEELING VERY WELL.
WHY DON'T WE
DO THIS TOMORROW?
YOU SAW SOMETHING, FAY.
NOW, WHAT WAS IT?
NO.
NO, NO, NO, NOTHING.
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
IT WASN'T THE DEATH CARD...
[gasping]
IT WAS, TOO.
NO.
IT WAS THE DEATH CARD.
NO, NO.
NO, IT WAS THE,
UM, UH, CHEESE CARD.
THE CHEESE CARD?
THE CHEESE CARD.
IT MEANS, UM,
IT MEANS YOU'RE GOING TO BUY
MORE AIRPLANES AND BECOME
AN EVEN BIGGER CHEESE
AROUND HERE.
FAY, I--I DON'T LIKE
THIS SUPERNATURAL STUFF.
ARE YOU, UH,
YOU TELLING ME THE TRUTH?
OF COURSE, I AM.
YOU HAVE NOTHING
TO WORRY ABOUT.
[slaps counter]
GOOD. GOOD.
OH, FAY, YOU STILL NEED
A RIDE HOME FROM WORK?
NO. UH...
[laughing]
[stammering]
I FEEL LIKE WALKING.
YOU'RE GONNA WALK
6 MILES IN HEELS?
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY,
"NO PAIN, NO GAIN."
SO, HELEN, ABOUT READY
FOR YOUR ADVENTURE?
AS READY
AS I'LL EVER BE.
UH, HEY, LOWELL,
WHERE'S TINSDALE'S BAG?
I DON'T KNOW
HOW TO TELL YOU GUYS THIS,
BUT THE BAG'S GONE.
IT'S REALLY LOST.
WHAT?
ARE YOU KIDDING?
YES, I AM!
UH, LUGGAGE HUMOR.
YOU GOTTA LOVE IT.
LOWELL, THIS ISN'T
THE RIGHT BAG.
IT ISN'T? UH-OH.
GOT YOU AGAIN!
OH, I'M 2 FOR 2.
GOSH.
HERE GOES NOTHIN'.
GOOD LUCK.
BYE, HELEN.
WAIT A MINUTE.
WHERE'S MY CELLO?
IT WAS SITTING HERE
JUST A SECOND AGO.
TA-DA!
OH, SOMEBODY STOP ME.
I'M A PISTOL TODAY.
[knocking on door]
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HURRY BACK, HONEY.
OH, I WILL, SWEETHEART.
YES?
IT'S HELEN CHAPEL
FROM THE AIRPORT.
I HAVE YOUR SUITCASE.
AH, THANK YOU.
YOU PROBABLY NOTICED
THAT I HAVE A CELLO WITH ME.
IS THAT WHAT THAT IS?
YOUNG LADY,
I'M ON MY HONEYMOON.
DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE HERE
TO AUDITION FOR ME.
OH, PLEASE, MR. TINSDALE,
I'VE STUDIED THIS INSTRUMENT
SINCE IT WAS
TALLER THAN I WAS.
IT IS MY DREAM TO PLAY
IN AN ORCHESTRA LIKE YOURS.
IT'S ALL
I'VE EVER CARED ABOUT.
I KNOW THIS IS
AN INCREDIBLE IMPOSITION,
BUT IF YOU DON'T MIND,
I--I HAVE TO FIND OUT
IF I'M GOOD ENOUGH.
LET'S JUST ASSUME
THAT YOU ARE.
OH, NO, PLEASE, PLEASE.
I HAVE TO PLAY FOR YOU.
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE
UNTIL I LISTEN TO YOU,
ARE YOU?
I CAN LIVE 8 DAYS
WITHOUT WATER.
COME IN. PLAY.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
HMM.
DON'T...
OH, SORRY.
NO PROBLEM.
WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
THAT WAS IT.
AH, AH, AH.
[clears throat]
FRANKLY,
MISS, UH, CHAPEL?
MMM-HMM.
YOUR TECHNIQUE IS POOR.
YOUR PLAYING LACKS PASSION.
BUT YOUR UNDERSTANDING
OF THE MUSIC
IS UTTERLY SUPERFICIAL.
I DON'T THINK YOU'RE EVER
GONNA PLAY IN AN ORCHESTRA
OF ANY CONSEQUENCE.
MY ADVICE TO YOU
WOULD BE TO
ABANDON THE CELLO.
GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HONEY, I'M WAITING.
AND I WILL
GET ON WITH MINE.
BUT I'VE PRACTICED
FOR OVER 20 YEARS.
I MEAN, THIS IS MY DREAM.
IF I'M NOT A CELLIST, I'M...
I'M A WAITRESS.
THEN BE THE BEST DARN
WAITRESS YOU CAN BE.
MAYBE YOU JUST
CAUGHT HIM AT A BAD TIME.
I'LL SAY.
THE MAN WAS
ON HIS HONEYMOON.
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
THERE'S REALLY NOTHING
I COULD HAVE DONE
TO HAVE PLEASED HIM.
YOU COULD HAVE
JOINED THEM.
IT WAS THE MOST HUMILIATING
EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE.
I'LL NEVER FORGET
THE LOOK ON HIS FACE.
IT WAS A COMBINATION
OF PITY AND LOATHING.
POATHING.
I'VE SEEN
THAT LOOK BEFORE.
THERE IT IS.
H-HELEN.
LEAVE ME ALONE, JOE.
I'M GONNA GO EAT
SOME COOKIE DOUGH.
BURNS ME UP.
WHERE DOES THAT JERK
CONDUCTOR GET OFF
SMASHING SOMEONE'S HOPES?
UH, WELL,
I DON'T KNOW, JOEY.
I MEAN, HAVEN'T YOU EVER
WONDERED ABOUT HELEN?
IF SHE'S REALLY THAT GOOD,
WHAT IS SHE STILL
DOIN' HERE, HUH?
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?
WELL, I'M JUST TRYING
TO BE REALISTIC IS ALL.
Y-YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WAS
TALKIN' ABOUT THE SQUEAKY
WHEEL GETTIN' THE GREASE.
AND APPARENTLY
A SQUEAKY WHEEL IS
EXACTLY WHAT
SHE SOUNDS LIKE.
YOU'RE AS BAD
AS TINSDALE.
OH, HEY, HEY,
HEY, HEY, HEY!
NOW, I LIKE HELEN
AS MUCH AS YOU DO,
BUT SOMETIMES IN LIFE
YOU GOTTA KNOW
WHEN TO CUT YOUR LOSSES.
OH, AND YOU KNOW WHEN?
I'M HERE, AREN'T I?
I FEEL SO BAD
FOR HELEN.
IT'S A SAD THING
WHEN A DREAM DIES.
WITHOUT A DREAM,
LIFE IS AN EMPTY,
ENDLESS SLOG
THROUGH A WASTELAND
OF PAIN AND DESPAIR.
AND THEN YOU FIND OUT
POPPO DOESN'T REALLY MAKE
THAT FUNNY NOISE
WHEN YOU SOCK HIM
IN THE STOMACH.
AH, HAVE YOU EVER
HAD A DREAM, LOWELL?
YES.
WHAT WAS IT?
THIS IS IT.
NO, I MEANT...
[sighs]
AND A WONDERFUL DREAM IT IS.
OH, ROY, THANK GOD
YOU'RE HERE.
I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU.
WHY?
NO REASON.
FAY, FAY.
OH, HEY, LOWELL.
UH, HOW'S--HOW'S POPPO?
WELL, THE DOCTOR GAVE HIM
A SEDATIVE,
BUT I THINK
HE'LL BE OK.
STUFFED THE PILL UP HIS NOSE
AND MADE IT COME OUT HIS EAR.
UH, HELEN, LISTEN,
I WAS, UH, THINKING
ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED
WITH TINSDALE.
NOW, DO YOU REMEMBER
THAT OLD EXPRESSION
ABOUT FALLING OFF A HORSE?
WHAT DO YOU DO?
YOU SHOOT THE MISERABLE BEAST
THROUGH THE EYES.
NO, YOU GET RIGHT BACK ON.
NOW, I--I THINK YOU SHOULD
GO BACK OUT THERE
AND PLAY FOR HIM AGAIN.
WHAT, ARE YOU OUT OF
YOUR FREAKIN' MIND?
THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING
THROUGH THAT AGONY AGAIN.
WELL, THAT DOESN'T
SOUND LIKE YOU.
THE HELEN CHAPEL I KNOW
IS NOT A QUITTER.
THE HELEN CHAPEL I KNOW
CAN TAKE IT ON THE CHIN
AND STILL COME BACK.
THE HELEN CHAPEL I KNOW
DOES NOT TAKE NO
FOR AN ANSWER.
GREAT. SEND HER.
[knocking on door]
[panting]
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HURRY BACK, HONEY.
GIVE IT A REST,
WILL YOU?
YES?
HELLO. I DON'T KNOW
IF YOU REMEMBER ME, BUT--
I GOT THE BAG.
THANK YOU.
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.
THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE BAG.
I'VE GOT SOMETHING
I WANNA SAY TO YOU.
I DON'T CARE
WHO YOU ARE.
IT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT
TO SMASH SOMEONE'S HOPES.
WHEN THEY LAY IT
ALL OUT THERE
FOR YOU TO JUDGE,
THE LEAST YOU CAN DO
IS BE KIND.
THIS WOULD BE
ABOUT THE GIRL
WITH THE CELLO?
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HONEY, I'M WAITING.
LOOK, I KNOW
THIS IS A BAD TIME.
NO, IT'S PERFECT.
COME IN.
I, UH, I WAS BEING KIND.
I TOLD HER THE TRUTH.
THE MOMENTARY STING
IS EASIER TO BEAR
THAN WASTING YOUR LIFE
CHASING A DREAM
THAT CAN NEVER BE.
WHO ARE YOU
TO TELL HER
SHE'S NO GOOD?
SELECTING MUSICIANS IS
A LARGE PART OF WHAT I DO.
I'VE AUDITIONED, GEE,
THOUSANDS OVER THE YEARS.
I'VE PLAYED THE PIANO
SINCE I WAS 5,
THE VIOLIN SINCE I WAS 7.
AFTER GRADUATING
FROM JUILLIARD
I WAS PICKED BY GEORGE SZELL
OUT OF 1000 CANDIDATES
TO ASSIST HIM
AT THE CLEVELAND ORCHESTRA.
SINCE THEN, I HAVE CONDUCTED
THE AMSTERDAM
KONZERTGEBOUW,
THE LONDON PHILHARMONIC,
THE NATIONAL SYMPHONY
ORCHESTRA.
IN 1985, I CONDUCTED
THE BERLIN PHILHARMONIC
AND A SERIES OF RECORDINGS
OF THE COMPLETE SYMPHONIES
OF SHOSTAKOVICH,
FOR WHICH I HAVE RECEIVED
NUMEROUS AWARDS.
I HOLD HONORARY
DOCTOR OF MUSIC DEGREES
FROM HARVARD, CAMBRIDGE,
THE SORBONNE.
I SIT ON THE BOARD OF
THE NATIONAL ENDOWMENT
FOR THE ARTS.
AND JUST LAST MONTH,
THE ITALIAN ACADEMY
AWARDED ME
THE SILVER BATON.
BUT NOT THE GOLD.
THERE IS NO GOLD.
SO?
TOUCHE.
LOOK, I MAY NOT BE
AN EXPERT ON MUSIC,
BUT--BUT I KNOW A THING
OR TWO ABOUT FLYING.
LET ME TELL YOU A STORY.
YEARS AGO,
THERE WAS A GUY WHO DREAMED
ABOUT BECOMING A PILOT.
ON HIS FIRST LESSON,
HIS INSTRUCTOR TOLD HIM
HE DIDN'T HAVE WHAT IT TOOK.
BUT HE DIDN'T QUIT,
BECAUSE FLYING WAS HIS DREAM.
AND NOT ONLY DID THAT MAN
EVENTUALLY GET TO FLY,
BUT HE BECAME
THE FIRST AMERICAN IN SPACE.
AND THAT MAN WAS JOHN GLENN.
YOU MEAN WALLY SCHIRRA.
I'M PRETTY SURE
IT WAS JOHN GLENN.
JOHN GLENN WAS
FIRST MAN IN ORBIT.
WALLY SCHIRRA WAS
FIRST MAN IN SPACE.
NO, WAIT.
THE ORDER WAS DOG,
MONKEY, GLENN.
DOG, MONKEY, SCHIRRA.
DOG, MONKEY, GLENN.
DOG, MONKEY, SCHIRRA.
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
IT WAS ALAN SHEPARD!
RIGHT. THANK YOU, DEAR.
THAT'S RIGHT. YEAH.
THANK YOU.
[mumbling]
SO, UH, ANYWAY,
ALL I'M SAYIN' IS,
PLEASE, DON'T RUIN
MY FRIEND'S LIFE.
SHE WAS PROBABLY
JUST NERVOUS.
GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE.
WELL, PERHAPS
I WAS A LITTLE HASTY
THE OTHER EVENING.
YOU TELL YOUR FRIEND
THAT I'D BE HAPPY TO LISTEN
TO HER PLAY AGAIN SOMETIME.
REALLY?
YEAH, REALLY.
[whistles]
BRIAN, BRING HER IN.
WE COULD EVEN DO IT NOW,
IF YOU'D LIKE.
I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS,
MR. TINSDALE.
THEY MADE ME DO IT.
I DON'T QUESTION
YOUR JUDGMENT.
IF ANYONE WOULD KNOW,
IT'S YOU. I'M SO SORRY.
MISS, CHAPEL.
YES?
IT'S ENTIRELY POSSIBLE
THAT I OWE YOU THE APOLOGY.
(Brian)
WHOA!
OH, HEY, UH, YOU MUST BE
MRS. TINSDALE, HUH?
BRAVO, MAESTRO.
WON'T YOU PLAY
FOR ME AGAIN, PLEASE?
REALLY?
YES.
UH, ARE YOU SURE?
BECAUSE I THINK
I COULD PLAY MUCH BETTER
THAN I DID YESTERDAY.
I WAS VERY FLUSTERED, YES.
WELL, I WASN'T VERY FLUSTERED,
BUT I WAS PRETTY FLUSTERED.
THAT'S WHY I THINK
I'M SURE...
WELL, I'M REALLY SURE
THAT I THINK
I CAN PLAY MUCH BETTER
BECAUSE I'M NOT AS FLUS--
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
PLAY THE DAMN THING!
WHY DON'T I DO THAT?
AND THEN SHE FINISHED PLAYING.
AND HE JUST STARED AT HER.
KIND OF LIKE THE WAY
YOU STARE AT A BUG
AFTER IT'S SPLATTERED
ON YOUR WINDSHIELD.
AND THEN HE TOLD HER
SHE PLAYED BETTER
THE FIRST TIME.
POOR HELEN.
I'M WORRIED
ABOUT HER.
SHE MUST BE
TOTALLY DEVASTATED.
GOOD MORNING.
ISN'T IT A BEAUTIFUL DAY?
GOD, IT KILLS ME
TO SEE HER LIKE THIS.
HELEN, ARE YOU OK?
OH, I'M WONDERFUL.
YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED
BY WHAT HAPPENED?
YES, I WAS.
AS A MATTER OF FACT,
I CRIED MYSELF
TO SLEEP LAST NIGHT.
BUT THEN
WHEN I WOKE UP
THIS MORNING,
I DID WHAT I'VE DONE
EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST
20 YEARS OF MY LIFE.
I DRAGGED MYSELF
OUT OF BED TO PRACTICE.
BUT AFTER LAST NIGHT,
I REALIZED THERE WAS
NO REASON TO.
SO I WATCHED
THE SUNRISE,
I WENT ON A WALK,
AND THEN I TOOK
A HOT BUBBLE BATH,
AND I STILL HAD TIME
TO READ THE NEWSPAPER
OVER BREAKFAST.
I FIGURED IT OUT.
PRACTICING 2 HOURS A DAY,
I HAVE PUT OVER 10,000 HOURS
OF MY LIFE
INTO THAT CELLO.
DO YOU REALIZE
HOW MANY HOURS THAT IS?
UNLESS THIS IS
A TRICK QUESTION,
I'D SAY 10,000.
SO NOW,
I DON'T HAVE TO WASTE
ANY MORE TIME PRACTICING,
HOPING, WONDERING
IF I'M GOOD ENOUGH.
I'M NOT, AND I KNOW IT.
YOU REALLY ARE OK
WITH THIS.
I'VE MADE MY PEACE.
AND NOW,
IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,
I'M GONNA GO MAKE
SOME EGG SALAD.
SOME DAMN GOOD EGG SALAD.
OH, AND IF ANYBODY WANTS THIS,
IT'LL BE OUT
BY THE TRASH PILE.
[plane engine roaring]
ROY, YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, FAY.
I HAVEN'T SLEPT.
I HAVEN'T EATEN.
YOU GOT ME SPOOKED,
GYPSY WOMAN.
YOU GOTTA TELL ME
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO ME.
ARE YOU SURE
YOU CAN YOU HANDLE IT?
I HAVE TO KNOW.
OH, THERE IT IS AGAIN!
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS!
THE DEATH CARD!
I--I KNEW IT. I...
WAIT A MINUTE.
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
IS NOT THE DEATH CARD, FAY.
THE ACE OF SPADES
IS THE DEATH CARD.
EVEN I KNOW THAT.
ARE YOU SURE?
YEAH.
I'LL BE DARNED.
[sighing]
HERE'S THE MAN
THAT SET ME FREE.
I'M GONNA GO THANK HIM.
[clears throat]
EXCUSE ME, MR. TINSDALE.
THERE'S SOMETHING
THAT I NEED TO TELL YOU.
ACTUALLY, MISS CHAPEL,
UPON REFLECTION,
THERE'S SOMETHING
I WOULD LIKE TO SAY TO YOU.
WELL, I JUST--
I MAY HAVE LEFT YOU
THE OTHER EVENING
WITH THE IMPRESSION
THAT YOUR MUSICAL ABILITY
IS NONEXISTENT.
THAT IS NOT
QUITE TRUE.
I BELIEVE THAT YOU POSSESS
A GLIMMER OF TALENT.
A GLIMMER?
YES.
THE TINIEST OF GLIMMERS,
BUT IT IS THERE.
NO, YOU CANNOT
BE SAYING THIS,
BECAUSE, SEE, I JUST
GOT MY LIFE BACK--
OF COURSE, IT MEANS THAT
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PRACTICE
4, MAYBE 5 HOURS
A DAY RELIGIOUSLY.
BUT I BELIEVE
THAT THERE'S A CHANCE
THAT OVER THE NEXT FEW YEARS--
NO, YOU TOLD ME I STINK.
OH, BUT YOU DON'T.
OH, YES, I DO,
COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY.
[exclaiming]
YOU SAID NO
SELF-RESPECTING ORCHESTRA
WOULD HAVE ME.
I EXAGGERATED.
I APOLOGIZE.
NO, YOU CAN'T
BE SAYING THIS.
YOU SAID THAT
I DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE.
BUT--BUT YOU DO.
WELL, TAKE IT BACK!
TAKE IT BACK!
YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
MISS CHAPEL, PLEASE!
YOU WILL NOT LEAVE
THIS ISLAND ALIVE
UNTIL YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
HELEN, GET A HOLD
OF YOURSELF.
COME BACK HERE!
YOU CAN'T
GIVE ME HOPE!
WHAT KIND OF MONSTER
ARE YOU?
(Joe)
CALM DOWN.
HE SAID I HAD A CHANCE.
JOE, YOU HEARD HIM,
DIDN'T YOU?
HE DIDN'T MEAN IT.
HE DIDN'T MEAN IT.
WELL, HELEN, IF IT MAKES
YOU FEEL ANY BETTER,
I'VE ALWAYS DOUBTED
YOUR TALENT AND I STILL DO.
I'M JUST TRYING
TO COMFORT HER.
YOU GONNA BE
ALL RIGHT?
WHAT AM I GONNA DO?
I'M CURSED WITH
A GLIMMER OF TALENT.
I'M GONNA BE CHAINED
TO THAT INSTRUMENT
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
GOODBYE,
WALKS ON THE BEACH.
GOODBYE, FINGERNAILS.
[sighs]
GOODBYE, LIFE.
THINK SHE'S GONNA
BE ALL RIGHT?
SHE'LL BE FINE.
I DON'T KNOW.
I'VE NEVER SEEN HER
LIKE THIS BEFORE.
YOU DON'T THINK SHE'S GONNA
DO ANYTHING DESPERATE, DO YOU?
[Helen playing cello]
I'M AFRAID SO.
FAY, I HAVE TO ADMIT,
I'M A LITTLE NERVOUS ABOUT
HAVING MY FORTUNE READ.
OH, LOWELL, RELAX.
IT'S JUST GOOD-NATURED FUN.
THERE'S NOTHING
TO WORRY ABOUT.
OH, TORTURED SOULS
OF ETERNAL DARKNESS,
OPEN MY EYES
THAT I MIGHT SEE.
[plane engine roaring]
[exclaiming]
WHAT?
IT'S THE CARD
OF GOOD FORTUNE.
OH, GOD, I KNEW IT.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
IT MEANS THAT A STRANGER
IS GOING TO BRING YOU
UNEXPECTED GOOD FORTUNE.
WHAT IS THIS,
A MEETING OF THE MINDLESS?
WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE?
I'M REHEARSING
FOR THE V.F.W. CARNIVAL.
I, MADAME ZORCO, AM WORKING
THE FORTUNETELLING BOOTH.
I HOLD THE KEY
TO THE FUTURE.
WHAT QUESTION DO YOU
SEEK THE ANSWER TO?
DO I LOOK
LIKE AN IDIOT?
WELL, MADAME ZORCO,
SHALL WE SEE?
[plane engine roaring]
[gasping]
OH, MY GOD!
I DON'T BELIEVE IT.
WHAT? WHAT?
LOOK, THAT MAN
OVER THERE.
THAT'S
EDWARD TINSDALE.
HE'S THE CONDUCTOR
OF THE MINNEAPOLIS
PHILHARMONIC.
HE IS A GENIUS.
I CAN'T LET HIM
SEE ME LIKE THIS.
I LOOK LIKE
A WAITRESS.
(Helen)
HERE HE COMES.
NICELY DONE.
HEY, GUYS,
GUESS WHO WAS
ON MY FLIGHT.
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
WE KNOW.
EDWARD TINSDALE,
THE CONDUCTOR
OF THE MINNEAPOLIS
PHILHARMONIC.
NO, POPPO, THE CLOWN.
POPPO!
BIG SHOW ON CHANNEL 8.
REMEMBER, BRIAN?
WE USED TO WATCH IT
ALL THE TIME.
WHERE IS HE?
ARE HIS PANTS LIT UP?
GOD, WHAT I WOULDN'T DO
TO PLAY IN
AN ORCHESTRA LIKE HIS.
POPPO'S RAGTIME BAND?
NO, THE MINNEAPOLIS
PHILHARMONIC.
WELL, MAYBE HE NEEDS
A CELLIST.
NO, HE MOSTLY USES
COWBELLS AND KAZOOS.
WELL, WHY DON'T YOU GO
AND INTRODUCE YOURSELF
TO THE GUY?
NO, I CAN'T
MEET HIM LIKE THIS.
I SMELL LIKE EGG SALAD.
THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.
SEIZE THE MOMENT.
HUH! HOW DO I TALK
TO A LEGEND?
I MEAN, WHAT DO I SAY?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
HOW ABOUT, UH, WHO'S YOUR
FAVORITE COMPOSER?
OH, RIGHT, JOE.
UH, EXCUSE ME, MR. EINSTEIN,
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?
I CAN'T ASK HIM
SOMETHING THAT SIMPLISTIC.
I KNOW, I'LL ASK HIM
IF HE THINKS SCHOENBERG'S
DODECAPHONIC SCALE
IS THE MUSICAL FRAUD
OF THE 20TH CENTURY
OR JUST A VIABLE EXPRESSION
OF NON-CADENTIAL POLYTONALITY.
THAT SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD TO
WORK INTO THE CONVERSATION.
WISH ME LUCK.
GOOD LUCK.
GO GET HIM.
[people chattering]
EXCUSE ME, UH,
MR. TINSDALE?
YES?
WHO'S YOUR
FAVORITE COMPOSER?
[laughing]
I AM.
THAT'S--THAT'S
A GOOD ONE.
I WASN'T JOKING.
NO, YOU...
OF COURSE YOU WEREN'T.
WHY DON'T I JUST
GO AWAY NOW?
FINE.
I BLEW IT, I BLEW IT,
I BLEW IT. THANKS, JOE.
POOR HELEN.
WHO KNOWS WHEN SHE'LL GET
ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY
LIKE THAT.
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
IT MIGHT BE SOONER
THAN YOU THINK.
(Brian)
AH!
LOWELL,
I WANT YOU TO
LOSE THIS.
WHAT?
W-WHAT, BRIAN,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
THIS IS TINSDALE'S BAG.
I WANT LOWELL TO LOSE IT.
DID I MISS
SOME KIND OF POLICY MEMO?
SHH, JOE.
JOE, JOE.
WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY
GONNA LOSE THE BAG.
IN AN HOUR,
HELEN WILL BRING
TINSDALE HIS BAG,
HE'LL BE SO OVERJOYED
TO GET IT,
HE'LL HAVE TO
GIVE HER AN AUDITION.
JOE, YOU'RE THE BOSS.
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
LOSE IT.
ALL RIGHT,
I'LL LOSE IT.
BUT IT GOES AGAINST
EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
I JUST MIGHT
HAVE TO HUG YOU.
DON'T.
I JUST MIGHT HAVE
TO HUG YOU.
NO, NO, BRIAN,
I MEAN IT.
SHH, HERE HE COMES.
UH, EXCUSE ME,
ONE OF YOU.
I HAVE, UH, 2 BAGS.
THERE'S ONE HERE,
ONE'S MISSING.
IS THERE
MORE LUGGAGE OUTSIDE?
NO.
I'M AFRAID
YOUR BAG IS LOST.
THE STRING PARTS
WITH ALL THE BOWINGS
FOR NEXT WEEK'S CONCERT
ARE IN THAT BAG.
I CAN'T POSSIBLY
DUPLICATE THEM.
E-EXCUSE ME,
MR. TINSDALE.
MY NAME IS JOE HACKETT.
I RUN SANDPIPER AIR.
I JUST GOT OFF
THE PHONE WITH LOGAN.
THEY FOUND YOUR BAG.
IT'LL BE HERE IN AN HOUR.
I'LL HAVE IT DELIVERED TO YOU
AS SOON AS IT ARRIVES.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA
HOW IMPORTANT--
RELAX, EDWARD,
IT'S OUR HONEYMOON.
I'M SURE WE CAN FIND
SOMETHING TO DO
TO PASS THE TIME.
YES, I--I SUPPOSE
YOU'RE RIGHT.
AN HOUR?
YOU HAVE MY WORD.
WE'RE STAYING
AT 480 MADAKET ROAD.
(Joe)
IT'LL BE THERE.
DON'T HURRY.
(Helen)
WHAT WAS THAT
ALL ABOUT?
YOU, YOU. YOU'RE GONNA
BRING TINSDALE HIS BAG,
AND WHEN YOU ASK
FOR AN AUDITION,
DON'T TAKE NO
FOR AN ANSWER.
NO, BRIAN,
I CAN'T DO THAT.
HELEN, HELEN,
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY
ABOUT THE SQUEAKY WHEEL?
IF YOU DON'T WATCH YOURSELF,
THIS EGG SALAD IS
GONNA BE YOUR FUTURE.
HAS THIS BEEN
SITTING OUT?
ALL RIGHT, I'LL DO IT.
IF FOR NOTHING ELSE,
TO APOLOGIZE,
AND TO SHOW HIM
THAT THE PEOPLE
ON THIS ISLAND
AREN'T JUST A BUNCH
OF UNSOPHISTICATED,
SIMPLE-MINDED BOOBS.
HEY, SOME GUY'S
IN THE PARKING LOT
JUGGLING CLAM SHELLS.
WERE HIS PANTS LIT UP?
YEAH, I THINK THEY WERE.
(all)
POPPO!
EXCUSE ME, SIR.
YOU DROPPED THIS WALLET
OUT ON THE TARMAC.
OH. OH, THANK YOU.
OH, UH, JUST A MOMENT.
HERE YOU GO.
WOW, $20. THANKS.
HEY, FAY,
DID YOU SEE THAT?
YOUR PREDICTION
CAME TRUE.
YOU SAID A STRANGER
WAS GONNA BRING LOWELL
GOOD FORTUNE.
I DID?
YEAH.
HEY, I AM GOOD.
[laughing]
HEY, UH, FAY.
HOW'D YOU LIKE TO
TRY READING MY FORTUNE?
IF YOU'D LIKE.
OH, TORTURED SOULS--
JUST CUT TO THE CHASE,
MADAM WACKO.
[exclaiming]
WHAT? WHAT?
OH, NO, NO.
W-WHAT WAS THAT?
WHAT WAS THAT?
NOTHING. A MISTAKE.
I FORGOT TO SHUFFLE.
HMM.
[exclaiming]
WHAT? WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT?
ROY, I'M NOT
FEELING VERY WELL.
WHY DON'T WE
DO THIS TOMORROW?
YOU SAW SOMETHING, FAY.
NOW, WHAT WAS IT?
NO.
NO, NO, NO, NOTHING.
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
IT WASN'T THE DEATH CARD...
[gasping]
IT WAS, TOO.
NO.
IT WAS THE DEATH CARD.
NO, NO.
NO, IT WAS THE,
UM, UH, CHEESE CARD.
THE CHEESE CARD?
THE CHEESE CARD.
IT MEANS, UM,
IT MEANS YOU'RE GOING TO BUY
MORE AIRPLANES AND BECOME
AN EVEN BIGGER CHEESE
AROUND HERE.
FAY, I--I DON'T LIKE
THIS SUPERNATURAL STUFF.
ARE YOU, UH,
YOU TELLING ME THE TRUTH?
OF COURSE, I AM.
YOU HAVE NOTHING
TO WORRY ABOUT.
[slaps counter]
GOOD. GOOD.
OH, FAY, YOU STILL NEED
A RIDE HOME FROM WORK?
NO. UH...
[laughing]
[stammering]
I FEEL LIKE WALKING.
YOU'RE GONNA WALK
6 MILES IN HEELS?
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY,
"NO PAIN, NO GAIN."
SO, HELEN, ABOUT READY
FOR YOUR ADVENTURE?
AS READY
AS I'LL EVER BE.
UH, HEY, LOWELL,
WHERE'S TINSDALE'S BAG?
I DON'T KNOW
HOW TO TELL YOU GUYS THIS,
BUT THE BAG'S GONE.
IT'S REALLY LOST.
WHAT?
ARE YOU KIDDING?
YES, I AM!
UH, LUGGAGE HUMOR.
YOU GOTTA LOVE IT.
LOWELL, THIS ISN'T
THE RIGHT BAG.
IT ISN'T? UH-OH.
GOT YOU AGAIN!
OH, I'M 2 FOR 2.
GOSH.
HERE GOES NOTHIN'.
GOOD LUCK.
BYE, HELEN.
WAIT A MINUTE.
WHERE'S MY CELLO?
IT WAS SITTING HERE
JUST A SECOND AGO.
TA-DA!
OH, SOMEBODY STOP ME.
I'M A PISTOL TODAY.
[knocking on door]
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HURRY BACK, HONEY.
OH, I WILL, SWEETHEART.
YES?
IT'S HELEN CHAPEL
FROM THE AIRPORT.
I HAVE YOUR SUITCASE.
AH, THANK YOU.
YOU PROBABLY NOTICED
THAT I HAVE A CELLO WITH ME.
IS THAT WHAT THAT IS?
YOUNG LADY,
I'M ON MY HONEYMOON.
DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE HERE
TO AUDITION FOR ME.
OH, PLEASE, MR. TINSDALE,
I'VE STUDIED THIS INSTRUMENT
SINCE IT WAS
TALLER THAN I WAS.
IT IS MY DREAM TO PLAY
IN AN ORCHESTRA LIKE YOURS.
IT'S ALL
I'VE EVER CARED ABOUT.
I KNOW THIS IS
AN INCREDIBLE IMPOSITION,
BUT IF YOU DON'T MIND,
I--I HAVE TO FIND OUT
IF I'M GOOD ENOUGH.
LET'S JUST ASSUME
THAT YOU ARE.
OH, NO, PLEASE, PLEASE.
I HAVE TO PLAY FOR YOU.
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE
UNTIL I LISTEN TO YOU,
ARE YOU?
I CAN LIVE 8 DAYS
WITHOUT WATER.
COME IN. PLAY.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
HMM.
DON'T...
OH, SORRY.
NO PROBLEM.
WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
THAT WAS IT.
AH, AH, AH.
[clears throat]
FRANKLY,
MISS, UH, CHAPEL?
MMM-HMM.
YOUR TECHNIQUE IS POOR.
YOUR PLAYING LACKS PASSION.
BUT YOUR UNDERSTANDING
OF THE MUSIC
IS UTTERLY SUPERFICIAL.
I DON'T THINK YOU'RE EVER
GONNA PLAY IN AN ORCHESTRA
OF ANY CONSEQUENCE.
MY ADVICE TO YOU
WOULD BE TO
ABANDON THE CELLO.
GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HONEY, I'M WAITING.
AND I WILL
GET ON WITH MINE.
BUT I'VE PRACTICED
FOR OVER 20 YEARS.
I MEAN, THIS IS MY DREAM.
IF I'M NOT A CELLIST, I'M...
I'M A WAITRESS.
THEN BE THE BEST DARN
WAITRESS YOU CAN BE.
MAYBE YOU JUST
CAUGHT HIM AT A BAD TIME.
I'LL SAY.
THE MAN WAS
ON HIS HONEYMOON.
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
THERE'S REALLY NOTHING
I COULD HAVE DONE
TO HAVE PLEASED HIM.
YOU COULD HAVE
JOINED THEM.
IT WAS THE MOST HUMILIATING
EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE.
I'LL NEVER FORGET
THE LOOK ON HIS FACE.
IT WAS A COMBINATION
OF PITY AND LOATHING.
POATHING.
I'VE SEEN
THAT LOOK BEFORE.
THERE IT IS.
H-HELEN.
LEAVE ME ALONE, JOE.
I'M GONNA GO EAT
SOME COOKIE DOUGH.
BURNS ME UP.
WHERE DOES THAT JERK
CONDUCTOR GET OFF
SMASHING SOMEONE'S HOPES?
UH, WELL,
I DON'T KNOW, JOEY.
I MEAN, HAVEN'T YOU EVER
WONDERED ABOUT HELEN?
IF SHE'S REALLY THAT GOOD,
WHAT IS SHE STILL
DOIN' HERE, HUH?
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?
WELL, I'M JUST TRYING
TO BE REALISTIC IS ALL.
Y-YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WAS
TALKIN' ABOUT THE SQUEAKY
WHEEL GETTIN' THE GREASE.
AND APPARENTLY
A SQUEAKY WHEEL IS
EXACTLY WHAT
SHE SOUNDS LIKE.
YOU'RE AS BAD
AS TINSDALE.
OH, HEY, HEY,
HEY, HEY, HEY!
NOW, I LIKE HELEN
AS MUCH AS YOU DO,
BUT SOMETIMES IN LIFE
YOU GOTTA KNOW
WHEN TO CUT YOUR LOSSES.
OH, AND YOU KNOW WHEN?
I'M HERE, AREN'T I?
I FEEL SO BAD
FOR HELEN.
IT'S A SAD THING
WHEN A DREAM DIES.
WITHOUT A DREAM,
LIFE IS AN EMPTY,
ENDLESS SLOG
THROUGH A WASTELAND
OF PAIN AND DESPAIR.
AND THEN YOU FIND OUT
POPPO DOESN'T REALLY MAKE
THAT FUNNY NOISE
WHEN YOU SOCK HIM
IN THE STOMACH.
AH, HAVE YOU EVER
HAD A DREAM, LOWELL?
YES.
WHAT WAS IT?
THIS IS IT.
NO, I MEANT...
[sighs]
AND A WONDERFUL DREAM IT IS.
OH, ROY, THANK GOD
YOU'RE HERE.
I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU.
WHY?
NO REASON.
FAY, FAY.
OH, HEY, LOWELL.
UH, HOW'S--HOW'S POPPO?
WELL, THE DOCTOR GAVE HIM
A SEDATIVE,
BUT I THINK
HE'LL BE OK.
STUFFED THE PILL UP HIS NOSE
AND MADE IT COME OUT HIS EAR.
UH, HELEN, LISTEN,
I WAS, UH, THINKING
ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED
WITH TINSDALE.
NOW, DO YOU REMEMBER
THAT OLD EXPRESSION
ABOUT FALLING OFF A HORSE?
WHAT DO YOU DO?
YOU SHOOT THE MISERABLE BEAST
THROUGH THE EYES.
NO, YOU GET RIGHT BACK ON.
NOW, I--I THINK YOU SHOULD
GO BACK OUT THERE
AND PLAY FOR HIM AGAIN.
WHAT, ARE YOU OUT OF
YOUR FREAKIN' MIND?
THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING
THROUGH THAT AGONY AGAIN.
WELL, THAT DOESN'T
SOUND LIKE YOU.
THE HELEN CHAPEL I KNOW
IS NOT A QUITTER.
THE HELEN CHAPEL I KNOW
CAN TAKE IT ON THE CHIN
AND STILL COME BACK.
THE HELEN CHAPEL I KNOW
DOES NOT TAKE NO
FOR AN ANSWER.
GREAT. SEND HER.
[knocking on door]
[panting]
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HURRY BACK, HONEY.
GIVE IT A REST,
WILL YOU?
YES?
HELLO. I DON'T KNOW
IF YOU REMEMBER ME, BUT--
I GOT THE BAG.
THANK YOU.
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.
THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE BAG.
I'VE GOT SOMETHING
I WANNA SAY TO YOU.
I DON'T CARE
WHO YOU ARE.
IT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT
TO SMASH SOMEONE'S HOPES.
WHEN THEY LAY IT
ALL OUT THERE
FOR YOU TO JUDGE,
THE LEAST YOU CAN DO
IS BE KIND.
THIS WOULD BE
ABOUT THE GIRL
WITH THE CELLO?
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
HONEY, I'M WAITING.
LOOK, I KNOW
THIS IS A BAD TIME.
NO, IT'S PERFECT.
COME IN.
I, UH, I WAS BEING KIND.
I TOLD HER THE TRUTH.
THE MOMENTARY STING
IS EASIER TO BEAR
THAN WASTING YOUR LIFE
CHASING A DREAM
THAT CAN NEVER BE.
WHO ARE YOU
TO TELL HER
SHE'S NO GOOD?
SELECTING MUSICIANS IS
A LARGE PART OF WHAT I DO.
I'VE AUDITIONED, GEE,
THOUSANDS OVER THE YEARS.
I'VE PLAYED THE PIANO
SINCE I WAS 5,
THE VIOLIN SINCE I WAS 7.
AFTER GRADUATING
FROM JUILLIARD
I WAS PICKED BY GEORGE SZELL
OUT OF 1000 CANDIDATES
TO ASSIST HIM
AT THE CLEVELAND ORCHESTRA.
SINCE THEN, I HAVE CONDUCTED
THE AMSTERDAM
KONZERTGEBOUW,
THE LONDON PHILHARMONIC,
THE NATIONAL SYMPHONY
ORCHESTRA.
IN 1985, I CONDUCTED
THE BERLIN PHILHARMONIC
AND A SERIES OF RECORDINGS
OF THE COMPLETE SYMPHONIES
OF SHOSTAKOVICH,
FOR WHICH I HAVE RECEIVED
NUMEROUS AWARDS.
I HOLD HONORARY
DOCTOR OF MUSIC DEGREES
FROM HARVARD, CAMBRIDGE,
THE SORBONNE.
I SIT ON THE BOARD OF
THE NATIONAL ENDOWMENT
FOR THE ARTS.
AND JUST LAST MONTH,
THE ITALIAN ACADEMY
AWARDED ME
THE SILVER BATON.
BUT NOT THE GOLD.
THERE IS NO GOLD.
SO?
TOUCHE.
LOOK, I MAY NOT BE
AN EXPERT ON MUSIC,
BUT--BUT I KNOW A THING
OR TWO ABOUT FLYING.
LET ME TELL YOU A STORY.
YEARS AGO,
THERE WAS A GUY WHO DREAMED
ABOUT BECOMING A PILOT.
ON HIS FIRST LESSON,
HIS INSTRUCTOR TOLD HIM
HE DIDN'T HAVE WHAT IT TOOK.
BUT HE DIDN'T QUIT,
BECAUSE FLYING WAS HIS DREAM.
AND NOT ONLY DID THAT MAN
EVENTUALLY GET TO FLY,
BUT HE BECAME
THE FIRST AMERICAN IN SPACE.
AND THAT MAN WAS JOHN GLENN.
YOU MEAN WALLY SCHIRRA.
I'M PRETTY SURE
IT WAS JOHN GLENN.
JOHN GLENN WAS
FIRST MAN IN ORBIT.
WALLY SCHIRRA WAS
FIRST MAN IN SPACE.
NO, WAIT.
THE ORDER WAS DOG,
MONKEY, GLENN.
DOG, MONKEY, SCHIRRA.
DOG, MONKEY, GLENN.
DOG, MONKEY, SCHIRRA.
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
IT WAS ALAN SHEPARD!
RIGHT. THANK YOU, DEAR.
THAT'S RIGHT. YEAH.
THANK YOU.
[mumbling]
SO, UH, ANYWAY,
ALL I'M SAYIN' IS,
PLEASE, DON'T RUIN
MY FRIEND'S LIFE.
SHE WAS PROBABLY
JUST NERVOUS.
GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE.
WELL, PERHAPS
I WAS A LITTLE HASTY
THE OTHER EVENING.
YOU TELL YOUR FRIEND
THAT I'D BE HAPPY TO LISTEN
TO HER PLAY AGAIN SOMETIME.
REALLY?
YEAH, REALLY.
[whistles]
BRIAN, BRING HER IN.
WE COULD EVEN DO IT NOW,
IF YOU'D LIKE.
I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS,
MR. TINSDALE.
THEY MADE ME DO IT.
I DON'T QUESTION
YOUR JUDGMENT.
IF ANYONE WOULD KNOW,
IT'S YOU. I'M SO SORRY.
MISS, CHAPEL.
YES?
IT'S ENTIRELY POSSIBLE
THAT I OWE YOU THE APOLOGY.
(Brian)
WHOA!
OH, HEY, UH, YOU MUST BE
MRS. TINSDALE, HUH?
BRAVO, MAESTRO.
WON'T YOU PLAY
FOR ME AGAIN, PLEASE?
REALLY?
YES.
UH, ARE YOU SURE?
BECAUSE I THINK
I COULD PLAY MUCH BETTER
THAN I DID YESTERDAY.
I WAS VERY FLUSTERED, YES.
WELL, I WASN'T VERY FLUSTERED,
BUT I WAS PRETTY FLUSTERED.
THAT'S WHY I THINK
I'M SURE...
WELL, I'M REALLY SURE
THAT I THINK
I CAN PLAY MUCH BETTER
BECAUSE I'M NOT AS FLUS--
(Mrs. Tinsdale)
PLAY THE DAMN THING!
WHY DON'T I DO THAT?
AND THEN SHE FINISHED PLAYING.
AND HE JUST STARED AT HER.
KIND OF LIKE THE WAY
YOU STARE AT A BUG
AFTER IT'S SPLATTERED
ON YOUR WINDSHIELD.
AND THEN HE TOLD HER
SHE PLAYED BETTER
THE FIRST TIME.
POOR HELEN.
I'M WORRIED
ABOUT HER.
SHE MUST BE
TOTALLY DEVASTATED.
GOOD MORNING.
ISN'T IT A BEAUTIFUL DAY?
GOD, IT KILLS ME
TO SEE HER LIKE THIS.
HELEN, ARE YOU OK?
OH, I'M WONDERFUL.
YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED
BY WHAT HAPPENED?
YES, I WAS.
AS A MATTER OF FACT,
I CRIED MYSELF
TO SLEEP LAST NIGHT.
BUT THEN
WHEN I WOKE UP
THIS MORNING,
I DID WHAT I'VE DONE
EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST
20 YEARS OF MY LIFE.
I DRAGGED MYSELF
OUT OF BED TO PRACTICE.
BUT AFTER LAST NIGHT,
I REALIZED THERE WAS
NO REASON TO.
SO I WATCHED
THE SUNRISE,
I WENT ON A WALK,
AND THEN I TOOK
A HOT BUBBLE BATH,
AND I STILL HAD TIME
TO READ THE NEWSPAPER
OVER BREAKFAST.
I FIGURED IT OUT.
PRACTICING 2 HOURS A DAY,
I HAVE PUT OVER 10,000 HOURS
OF MY LIFE
INTO THAT CELLO.
DO YOU REALIZE
HOW MANY HOURS THAT IS?
UNLESS THIS IS
A TRICK QUESTION,
I'D SAY 10,000.
SO NOW,
I DON'T HAVE TO WASTE
ANY MORE TIME PRACTICING,
HOPING, WONDERING
IF I'M GOOD ENOUGH.
I'M NOT, AND I KNOW IT.
YOU REALLY ARE OK
WITH THIS.
I'VE MADE MY PEACE.
AND NOW,
IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,
I'M GONNA GO MAKE
SOME EGG SALAD.
SOME DAMN GOOD EGG SALAD.
OH, AND IF ANYBODY WANTS THIS,
IT'LL BE OUT
BY THE TRASH PILE.
[plane engine roaring]
ROY, YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, FAY.
I HAVEN'T SLEPT.
I HAVEN'T EATEN.
YOU GOT ME SPOOKED,
GYPSY WOMAN.
YOU GOTTA TELL ME
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO ME.
ARE YOU SURE
YOU CAN YOU HANDLE IT?
I HAVE TO KNOW.
OH, THERE IT IS AGAIN!
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS!
THE DEATH CARD!
I--I KNEW IT. I...
WAIT A MINUTE.
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
IS NOT THE DEATH CARD, FAY.
THE ACE OF SPADES
IS THE DEATH CARD.
EVEN I KNOW THAT.
ARE YOU SURE?
YEAH.
I'LL BE DARNED.
[sighing]
HERE'S THE MAN
THAT SET ME FREE.
I'M GONNA GO THANK HIM.
[clears throat]
EXCUSE ME, MR. TINSDALE.
THERE'S SOMETHING
THAT I NEED TO TELL YOU.
ACTUALLY, MISS CHAPEL,
UPON REFLECTION,
THERE'S SOMETHING
I WOULD LIKE TO SAY TO YOU.
WELL, I JUST--
I MAY HAVE LEFT YOU
THE OTHER EVENING
WITH THE IMPRESSION
THAT YOUR MUSICAL ABILITY
IS NONEXISTENT.
THAT IS NOT
QUITE TRUE.
I BELIEVE THAT YOU POSSESS
A GLIMMER OF TALENT.
A GLIMMER?
YES.
THE TINIEST OF GLIMMERS,
BUT IT IS THERE.
NO, YOU CANNOT
BE SAYING THIS,
BECAUSE, SEE, I JUST
GOT MY LIFE BACK--
OF COURSE, IT MEANS THAT
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PRACTICE
4, MAYBE 5 HOURS
A DAY RELIGIOUSLY.
BUT I BELIEVE
THAT THERE'S A CHANCE
THAT OVER THE NEXT FEW YEARS--
NO, YOU TOLD ME I STINK.
OH, BUT YOU DON'T.
OH, YES, I DO,
COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY.
[exclaiming]
YOU SAID NO
SELF-RESPECTING ORCHESTRA
WOULD HAVE ME.
I EXAGGERATED.
I APOLOGIZE.
NO, YOU CAN'T
BE SAYING THIS.
YOU SAID THAT
I DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE.
BUT--BUT YOU DO.
WELL, TAKE IT BACK!
TAKE IT BACK!
YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
MISS CHAPEL, PLEASE!
YOU WILL NOT LEAVE
THIS ISLAND ALIVE
UNTIL YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
HELEN, GET A HOLD
OF YOURSELF.
COME BACK HERE!
YOU CAN'T
GIVE ME HOPE!
WHAT KIND OF MONSTER
ARE YOU?
(Joe)
CALM DOWN.
HE SAID I HAD A CHANCE.
JOE, YOU HEARD HIM,
DIDN'T YOU?
HE DIDN'T MEAN IT.
HE DIDN'T MEAN IT.
WELL, HELEN, IF IT MAKES
YOU FEEL ANY BETTER,
I'VE ALWAYS DOUBTED
YOUR TALENT AND I STILL DO.
I'M JUST TRYING
TO COMFORT HER.
YOU GONNA BE
ALL RIGHT?
WHAT AM I GONNA DO?
I'M CURSED WITH
A GLIMMER OF TALENT.
I'M GONNA BE CHAINED
TO THAT INSTRUMENT
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
GOODBYE,
WALKS ON THE BEACH.
GOODBYE, FINGERNAILS.
[sighs]
GOODBYE, LIFE.
THINK SHE'S GONNA
BE ALL RIGHT?
SHE'LL BE FINE.
I DON'T KNOW.
I'VE NEVER SEEN HER
LIKE THIS BEFORE.
YOU DON'T THINK SHE'S GONNA
DO ANYTHING DESPERATE, DO YOU?
[Helen playing cello]
I'M AFRAID SO.