Ioften dream of nothing but music.
My father's violin-playing which I grew up with...
those melodies seemed to have come right from Heaven.
"We regret to inform you that we will not be able to..."
"offeryou a position with the Munich Symphony Orchestra."
Maestro!
"Factory for sale, Kumai Real Estate"
- Hi. - How have you been, Imaizumi?
Thank you.
I'm really glad you came, Kosaka.
Sorry about Munich.
- It's such a shame. - It's no big deal.
Is there any place where we can rehearse around here?
It's right over here.
They wouldn't even get a decent rehearsal hall?
No money, I guess.
And here I was, all excited about us getting back together.
It has been six months...
since the long-standing Central Symphony Orchestra...
was disbanded due to the recession.
Most of our best players...
have been poached by other local and foreign orchestras.
Some gave up music and chose a different path.
But suddenly came the news that our orchestra would get back together...
"Conductor: Tendo Tetsusaburo Tokyo Opera Palace, 19-20 April"
with the remaining members to prepare for a concert to be held one month later.
There are a few who came uninvited too.
Like Icchoda who quit because of facial paralysis...
and Murakami who retired last year.
It's probably because we're short-handed.
Well, a lot of people have been poached by other orchestras.
Nevertheless, it's reassuring that our concertmaster is still with us.
Don't you agree?
- Good moming. - Good moming.
It has been a long time.
Excuse me.
Kosaka.
Have you ever heard of this conductor called Tendo Tetsusaburo?
I'm afraid not.
A second-class or third-class conductor, perhaps?
- Orworse, he could be an amateur. - I really hope not.
We'll play our music regardless of who he may be.
Remember that last guy?
You mean the conductorwe had last year?
It was hard not to laugh.
I had to look away after three seconds.
I looked at Kosaka's bow instead.
But the actual performance was a blast.
In any case, we have to put on a good show for the audience.
Well, the conductor takes all the credit when everything goes well.
The musicians get blamed if anything goes wrong.
The conductor is the common enemy of all orchestra members.
You're as straightforward as ever.
He can dance on the podium for all he wants to.
As long as he stays out of our hair.
Kosaka, it's past two o'clock.
Let's get started.
But we can't start without the conductor. He's not here yet.
Is everyone here?
The second flute's not here yet.
You should know who's supposed to be here.
Regardless of how skilful I am, I can't play two flutes simultaneously.
Flute? That's me!
That's me...
- Who is this girl? - I don't know her.
Is everyone a professional?
Yes. Aren't you?
Oh, crap.
I'm playing among professionals?
An amateur?
Nice to meet you!
Is everyone present?
Over there! Knock it off!
- Good moming. - Good moming.
I never dreamt that we'd all be together making music again.
Let's give our best for the concert.
For the concert, we'll be performing...
Beethoven's "Symphony Number Five" and Schubert's "Unfinished Symphony."
We've performed these pieces hundreds of times...
so this should be a piece of cake for us.
Let's begin then.
No...
Well, what can I expect from these players?
There's no vibe in the music all.
Fools, numpties!
This is terrible.
Are you people idiots?
Stop!
We're rehearsing. Be quiet!
What? You call this a rehearsal?
I thought...
you guys were trying to see how much noise pollution you can produce.
I'll thank you not to put me through anymore of that.
The music was flat...
with zero impact.
It sounded like a lame willy that couldn't get erect.
And who the heck are you?
Me?
I am...
Tendo Tetsusaburo.
Tendo?
Listen, this is a duel between us.
Let's see who draws his pistol first.
Take that!
Idiots!
You'd all be dead by now if this were a real pistol.
The Fifth...
doesn't start like this.
Instead, it should start like this.
It begins with an eighth rest.
Even the best conductors have trouble getting an orchestra to do this together.
Players often tend to take their cue from the concertmaster.
Where are you guys looking?
What can this kid over here teach you about Beethoven?
Watch the baton!
Looking at the baton won't help.
And that's no baton.
Keep quiet, old woman.
"Old woman"?
A real baton would be wasted on you lot.
Now!
Violins.
Who's playing the D string?
Ishino and Murakami, please play on the G string instead.
Yes.
You're the concertmaster...
and you can't even hold your own section together?
Perhaps you're not aware of this...
but Kosaka is the youngest concertmaster in the history of our orchestra.
Yeah?
That explains a lot.
The reunion of this orchestra must be no mean feat.
Well, I'm not impressed.
I'm standing on this podium...
to shape this orchestra into one...
that eams its keep by the next concert.
Like I said...
this is a duel!
Get ready.
We sounded awesome!
Where did that come from?
Not good enough.
Again.
What?
Stop...!
You're not playing music.
You're simply playing each note blindly...
and dragging them along to the painful end.
Rehearsal's overfor today.
Hell, I'm exhausted.
Stand up to him, Concertmaster.
We can't let him ride roughshod over us.
I know.
Who on earth is this Tendo Tetsusaburo anyway?
Where did he come from?
Probably just a nobody.
He made us play the opening for four hours straight.
Man, he's stubbom. He's going to be such a pain.
He's like some school music teacher
who got his hands on a professional orchestra.
But he's definitely no amateur.
In any case, we're the ones playing the music ultimately.
Great work, everyone!
I had a great time today. See you!
Kosaka.
Who organized this?
Beats me.
Our administration office was closed down months ago.
But they are reforming our orchestra, aren't they?
Who called everyone?
I received the call from a woman who spoke in Kinki dialect.
Me too.
"Manpuku"
Gramps asked if I was interested to work part-time for him...
so I called everyone up.
The Central Symphony Orchestra is famous, isn't it?
We're relatively well-known, but only in Japan.
All our best players have been poached by the other orchestras...
and we're what's left behind.
We sounded pretty thin.
It's only the first day of rehearsals.
But I think our opening was quite spectacular.
No, it should go like this.
Four hours, and that's all we got done.
But that's the heart and soul of the Fifth.
Who is that guy, anyway? How did you meet him?
He scouted me when I was having my meal in a restaurant like this.
Girl.
Howwould you like to play the flute in my orchestra?
Just like that?
Without an audition?
You weren't creeped out?
I don't know, but somehow...
he seemed like the real thing.
I heard that a person...
with a high arched palate can play the flute better.
A high arched palate?
The roof of your mouth.
Listen. Do you hear that resonance?
So you think Tendo heard that and scouted her?
What the heck?
He scouted her because he liked the way she crunched a pickle?
Yours sounds more mellow. But it's not bad at all.
Don't get carried away.
The orchestra's not for some part-time amateur!
He seems angry.
He'll get over it.
Good moming.
Icchoda.
I'm glad to see you're better.
Sorry to worry everyone.
Not at all.
That Tchaikovsky solo sure had me worried.
Are you fully recovered from yourfacial paralysis?
- Good moming. - Good moming.
Good moming.
Are these soundboards?
- Looks that way. - Yes.
We sound better than we did previously.
Really?
Oboe players...
spend ninety per cent of their waking hours scraping reeds.
I see.
What about the other ten per cent?
Dating women...
and scraping more reeds.
Wait a minute.
When do you practice then?
I really envy those who play the clarinet. It's such a breeze.
I can't just buy my reeds off the shelf.
- Do you have a moment? - What's the matter?
An orchestra has its own set of rules.
Please ask Suzuki to tell you what you have to do.
Can that old guy teach me about intervals or phrasing?
First, get your own part down.
Are all concertmasters as arrogant as you are?
Hold your tongue and listen carefully to the other players.
You came in too early during the first movement.
Everyone else was too slow.
Fit in with them.
You changed the pitch on purpose when you're playing with Kabe, didn't you?
I can't hide anything from you. Can I, Concertmaster?
You caught me.
You're a professional. Synchronize with him.
What?
The orchestra always tunes to the oboe.
That's not the point.
What's up with that?
You know the clarinet player, Ume?
Kabe had his eyes on her, but Itami got to her first.
As if that wasn't bad enough.
Tange, your G is too sharp.
I just adjusted it because Shimaoka said it was too flat.
That old man is only thinking about himself.
I think it's better if you tune it back down.
Yes, all right.
Tendo.
- I'd like to have a word with you. - Sure.
Why did you recruit an amateur into our orchestra?
To join a professional orchestra, a musician needs to undergo an audition.
go through a probation...
and will only be accepted if the members of the orchestra vote for it.
You also said you would shape this orchestra into one that eams its keep.
If you want a professional orchestra, why bring in an amateur?
You know what?
You not a concertmaster, but a concert destroyer.
Excuse me?
You seem to be missing an important point here.
Your orchestra was already disbanded.
The Central Symphony Orchestra that you knew has ceased to exist.
What you are now, is simply an unknown orchestra...
which I have assembled from the dregs.
Weren't you the one who boasted about reuniting the orchestra?
Sure.
"Crappy Symphony Orchestra Reunification"
We're changing positions today.
People in the fourth row...
move back.
You don't have room there.
Presto!
Prestissimo!
Unbelievable.
Why is he doing this?
Hurry up and sit down, cello players.
- Stop dragging yourfeet. - What is he talking about?
And the two flute players.
Switch places.
Let's swap.
You're making an amateur the first flute?
This is ridiculous!
- Tendo... - This is my orchestra.
We do things my way.
Shall we play the Unfinished Symphony today?
Hold on a second.
We aren't even done with the first movement for the Fifth.
We're doing the Unfinished Symphony.
Hurry up and sit down.
The other piece in the programme is the Unfinished Symphony.
As its name suggests, it has only two...
"Unfinished Symphony" of a symphony's four movements.
It remains a mystery as to why...
Schubert left it unfinished.
There they go again.
They're off.
Stop!
Oboe, do you want to change your reed?
I didn't go off tune, Kabe did.
Shut up and change your reed.
You wouldn't have gone off tune...
if you would listen to what everyone else is playing.
What?
You were the one who went off tune, not me.
It's the both of you!
Show me your reed.
And your reed case.
- What? - Your reed case.
Use this one.
But why?
This one is reserved for the concert.
Whetheryou're using it or stroking it...
it's still the same willy, isn't it?
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
Stop it!
That's way out of line!
The ninth verse.
Start playing from the ninth verse.
Hom player.
The horse-face.
Who? Me?
Do you need dentures?
I'll go to the dentist tomorrow.
Idiot, go today.
It'd have been fine if you hadn't tried to be funny at the beginning.
Excuse me?
You were the one who went off tune.
It wasn't me. It was you.
- It was you! - It was you!
- No, it was you! - It was you!
Kosaka.
How can an amateur be the principal flute...
Please ask Tendo yourself.
Kosaka.
What's the matter?
About Icchoda's playing.
He's on key, but there's no depth to it. He doesn't sound professional.
Is he really cured?
Your G is flat.
- Kosaka! - Yes?
Let's continue this later.
Please don't mind what Shimaoka said.
His pride as a professional gets the better of him.
I didn't mean to say that you're in any way less professional than him.
- But this is only second day... - Kosaka.
The hidden camera worked. Would you like to view the footage?
Do you mind if I watch it a little later?
I'm sorry.
Icchoda?
Icchoda...
Kosaka.
May I have a word with you?
Yes?
Are you okay, Kosaka?
My music lacks depth.
My music...
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Which one shall I choose?
The Fifth, second movement.
Let's do it.
She got the timing right.
"Dolce Cafe"
Here you go.
- The Neapolitan special. - Thank you.
He really is weird.
It's what he uses as a baton that bothers me.
But it doesn't look as though he was randomly waving his hands.
My sentiments exactly.
I wondered what the hell he was doing on the first day.
But as annoying as it was, I'm starting to understand...
what he's trying to convey.
Excuse me, one Neapolitan special for me.
Okay, coming right up.
The oboe and clarinet are in tune.
That's only because I adjusted to Kabe.
And the flute doesn't jump ahead.
Icchoda has also improved by leaps and bounds.
Actually...
the other day...
Where are we?
What are we doing here?
What's with that hom?
Your playing lacks depth!
Your breaks lack rhythm!
Now it sounds great!
Really? Off you go, guys.
Thank you very much!
Thanks!
What are you doing with my precious hom?
You don't take care of it.
- No, stop! - Shut up and watch!
When left idle, the atoms in metal crystallize overtime...
and the hom loses its resonance.
That's why you have to tap it gently like this every so often...
to break up these crystallized atoms.
You have to take care of your instrument.
Thanks to him.
I should be all right.
Oh, crap.
What's this thing here?
That's too close!
"Are you idiots?"
- "What good is this going to do?" - He found it.
This guy is disgusting!
That's enough.
Welcome.
Kabe, come and take a look at this.
What's with that guy?
He's just a nobody, yet he blabbers away as if he knows everything.
He makes it hard to play in the orchestra.
Give him a piece of your mind, Concertmaster!
Just shut up and go home!
Are we really getting paid?
Nobody has said anything about it.
What's going on?
- There he is. - Tendo.
Tendo...
- About our pay... - Are we going to get paid?
You've got some nerve asking for payment before you've done your job.
Those who don't work to eam their keep will not get a single penny from me.
What's that supposed to mean?
You'll get your due remuneration when yourwork is done.
Yeah? When will that be?
Don't worry about it. I don't have the money right now.
Wait.
If you don't have the money now, when will you have it?
That was our very own maestro, huh?
Why a boat of all places?
Gramps said I could live here.
What? Are you staying here?
- Yes. And I don't have to pay rent. - You don't?
When I need to use the toilet or wash up, I go to the park.
I see.
I'm sorry. I didn't get your name.
It's Tachibana Amane.
Oh yes, Tachiba
May I ask you a question?
What is it?
How did you manage to keep to the tempo for the Fifth?
Gramps treated me to some hot pot and he used a burdock to...
Oh wait, before that the yakuza fried to kidnap me...
Wait a minute, I'm sorry.
I'm not following you.
Amane, bring the sugar and soy sauce over.
- Sure. - All right.
Tendo?
Tendo, I knowyou're in there.
Tendo...?
You have to pay your debts today.
Boss...
Do you owe them money, Gramps?
- Are you his granddaughter? - Well...
Listen, your grandpa borrowed money and skipped out on us.
He has landed us in hot water.
Very well then. Shall we take a bath together?
- Come on, let's go. - No way!
Hold it!
Lay a finger on that girl...
and you'll see what happens.
I split your skull wide open with this wooden blade in my hand.
Isn't that a burdock root?
What do you think you can do with that?
Don't put up a fight, Gramps. It's too dangerous.
Stand behind me.
Here I come.
Boss!
Tendo!
Ouch...
Boss! Are you okay?
- Come on, Boss. - It hurts.
- Let's get out of here. - Ouch... that hurts!
We'll come back again.
Did you see that?
That's the timing to come in for the Fifth.
Yes! I get it now, Gramps!
He owes the yakuza money?
We'd better confirm the sponsors then.
What sponsors?
It costs a lot of money to put up a concert.
Just renting the concert hall alone costs millions of yen.
There are also the musicians' remuneration...
advertising fees and other miscellaneous fees.
I'm told there will be a few sponsors.
That sounds complicated.
When did you start playing the flute?
When I was five.
My dad bought me a flute.
When did you start playing music, Kosaka?
I was already playing the violin for as long as I could remember.
So that's why you're so good at it.
Try as I might, I'm still nowhere as good as my dad was.
Is yourfather a violinist as well?
Yes.
But he died many years ago.
Shinichi.
The world is full of sounds.
A musical instrument is a tool which allows them to converse with one another.
But there's also the silent sound.
What's that?
When everyone plays in an ensemble...
sometimes, it seems like it's not you who's playing.
When you stop and your surroundings fall silent...
you hear the sound of the universe.
We call it "Heaven's note."
Heaven's note?
Let's hear it together some day.
The second movement of the Unfinished Symphony.
After a stormy outpouring of emotion...
it moves into a state of tranquility.
And then...
amidst the serenity...
the first violins...
go up a full octave unaccompanied.
Schubert conducts his listeners toward Heaven...
by playing this subtle verse four times.
Make the triple piano parts softer...
such that it's barely audible.
Please play it with three bow hairs.
You think that will do the trick?
For this part...
play it the way you would kill someone.
You mean in one long stroke?
Yes, just finish it in one breath so that the person doesn't suffer.
It's not good enough to simply play it softly.
I want the sound of a water droplet which encompasses the universe.
Play that for me!
What's that supposed to mean?
Have any of you...
ever played as if this would be the last time you ever did?
That's why...
there's no passion in the music you play!
Amane.
Show them how it's done.
Start playing from bar sixty.
Wait a minute, Tendo!
Do it.
Dad, Mum, are you okay?
Are you all right, Amane?
Did you hurt yourself?
Amane.
My legs are trapped in the debris.
Get our neighbours to help me.
All right.
Amane.
Watch your step.
It's okay, Watanabe. You've tried your best.
Please take Amane with you and leave.
You can't stay here any longer.
Watanabe! Leave!
Leave now!
Amane, let's go.
- No! - Come on, Amane!
No, I'm not leaving!
Don't cry!
I told you not to cry.
Uncle, let go of me!
No, I want to stay here!
Thank you.
Violins, get ready.
"Dad's musical scores"
"Bethoven's Symphony Number Five"
"Fate"
- Hello? - Where are you now, Kosaka?
At home.
The sponsors are pulling out of the programme.
- What? - The concert might be cancelled.
This can't be happening.
It's because ofTendo.
- He committed fraud five years ago. - Fraud?
I knew there was something fishy, about him. We've been cheated.
They told me to speak to Soma for the details.
Who?
The stage manager for this concert.
You mean Soma from Opera Palace?
Yes.
I see.
- Excuse me. - May I help you?
Is Soma here?
- Do you knowwhere Soma is? - No... I don't.
- I don't knowwhere he has gone to. - He's not at his desk right now.
I see.
May I help you?
- He will be back, right? - Yes, I think he will.
- I'm sorry, Chief... - Hi there, Soma.
Hi, Soma.
- What? - What's happening?
Soma!
Please wait a minute.
Why are you running away?
Soma!
Please wait.
- Are you all right? - Are you all right?
Tendo didn't defraud anyone.
But the sponsors claimed that he did.
A scam selling supposedly spiritual ums.
No, that's not true.
I was the one who fell for the scam.
Tendo saw that I'd been tricked into buying one.
Did he try to help you sell it?
No.
We agreed he would take it and use it to claim for tax deductions.
There was nothing illegal about it.
Thanks to him, I didn't have to sell my house at Matsudo.
I've been too ashamed to face him since that incident.
Did you agree to help manage his concert because of that?
No, I didn't. I tumed him down immediately...
when he told me that he needed a venue for seventy to eighty players.
But I told him I'd be able to help out if it's a programme of the current scale.
I don't follow.
Do you know anything about Tendo's background?
Wait a minute.
You don't know?
Yourfather Kazuhiko was in an orchestra Tendo conducted.
As the concertmaster.
I was working as the assistant orchestra manager back then...
though it was only for a very brief period.
Kazuhiko told everyone he'd bring in a genius conductor...
and got everyone's hopes up.
You're falling apart! This is a scherzo!
Woodwinds from 101, legato!
Violins, more life for goodness sake!
Only one person got it right.
Kazuhiko, show them how it should be done.
Why can't you guys even play such a simple tune?
Aren't you supposed to be professionals?
Wait a minute!
- Please, wait! - It's impossible.
I can't work with that man.
That's no way to talk to professionals.
He didn't mean it personally.
He's just trying to pursue musical perfection.
Our performance is clearly improving.
Please try to put up with this a little longer.
I won't put up with any more humiliation unless he apologies first.
- Let's go, everyone. - Let's go.
Wait.
Come on...!
Let's make music together!
Kazuhiko tried to get the orchestra back on track.
He had to.
There was a concert coming up...
and it'd be a failure if everyone simply walked away.
And then it happened.
Excuse me.
Kosaka?
Kosaka...?
Slowly.
It seemed Kazuhiko had been taking lots of pills just to sleep at night.
All that worry had given him insomnia.
I bet his fellow orchestra members had something to say about that.
Yes.
They boycotted the performance.
Tendo was the only one present...
on the night of the concert.
This was how the musicians expressed their anger towards Tendo.
Tendo hasn't conducted another orchestra since.
It's a shame.
I was looking forward to the music Tendo and your father were creating.
If your father had lived...
he would have chalked up huge accomplishments.
I never knew anyone so dedicated to his work.
I heard that he became so weak he couldn't hold a bow...
No, he continued to play.
I remember hearing him play.
What were they going to play for their concert?
The Fifth and the Unfinished Symphony.
What you'll be playing this time round.
What's the point in performing the same titles?
Beats me.
Why did Tendo invite me to the orchestra?
I have no idea.
He knows I'm Kosaka Kazuhiko's son, doesn't he?
Of course, he does.
He has attended every one of your performances since you joined us.
Shall I drive instead?
It's all right.
Could I be alone for a bit?
Kosaka.
Come for the rehearsals.
What is this?
It sounds like an old man trying to pee and failing.
Let me hear the vigor in the music!
Again.
From 115.
Oh no!
I have to pee, but nothing's coming out!
I can't stand this urge to pee.
That old man over there.
He's referring to you, Murakami.
Play your part.
Again.
No...!
One, two, three... my blind hemorrhoids, my bleeding hemorrhoids.
Again.
One, two, three... white nipples, black nipples!
Again.
I heard that Murakami's wife dumped him after his retirement.
- Really? - Yes.
- Idiot! - What will he do if he loses this job too?
- Shush. - Who's that?
If you want to talk, do it outside!
- Again, old man. - Tendo.
This is a rehearsal for the entire orchestra.
Please don't spend too much time coaching individuals.
You fool!
If he wants to be in the orchestra...
he's got to leam how to play right now.
Again!
Stop this nonsense! You're wasting our time!
Talk is cheap.
It's your incessant chiding that's throwing him off.
This is how you're always like!
If you can't conduct an orchestra without riding roughshod over everyone...
you should just quit!
Murakami, we'll work on that as a section together later.
Sure.
That's all for today's rehearsal.
Kosaka, well done!
Someone has to stand up to him.
Can the section leaders stay behind?
I would like to talk to you.
All right.
The sponsors have formally decided to pull out.
What?
I expect the concert will be cancelled.
- What? - I guessed as much.
Just when I finally got to be a timpanist.
I understand howyou feel, Tange.
Just when I thought my dream has come true.
I want to perform.
Well...
we have already come so far. Can't we continue with the concert?
There's no concert. Everything's cancelled.
If we could sell the tickets ourselves...
that should at least cover the rental of the concert hall.
I can sell three hundred tickets.
Are you suggesting that we perform for free?
Come on, let's do it!
Let's disband.
Yes, we'll disband.
What did you just say, Kosaka?
Tange!
I know you have a promising future, Kosaka.
But are you saying it doesn't matter if my future is gone?
Wait, Tange...
Are we disbanded then?
What an utter waste of my time.
- Thank you for the hard work. - Thank you for the hard work.
Kosaka.
Isn't there anything we can do?
- Well... - Everyone has to make a living.
Akutsu has to pay alimony to his ex-wife.
Suzuki, your daughter is still in music college, isn't she?
I'll need another part-time job.
Someone has to inform the rest.
Let Tachibana Amane do it.
Listen. Is this what you really want?
Is it?
"The incoming train will passing through the station."
"Please stay behind the yellow line."
"The incoming train will be passing through the station."
"Please stay behind the yellow line."
Wait!
An old man like you need to watch your step.
How much is this bag worth? May I have it?
Give it back to me. It means more to me than my life.
This old thing?
Please give it back!
Play it then.
Right here, right now.
I can't.
That's not up to you to decide.
Play.
I will guide you along.
What did you play when you auditioned for the orchestra?
How old are you?
I'm sixty-three.
Not that old then.
Rehearse for ten hours a day.
I will.
"Dolce Cafe"
Kosaka?
Kosaka.
I'm closing up.
Wake up, will you?
I'm sorry.
You neverforget yourviolin, no matter how much you drink.
Kosaka?
What are you doing?
Be careful!
That's an expensive violin, isn't it?
A nine-figure sum.
Tens, hundreds, thousands...
It's worth millions.
That's just for the violin.
What about the bow?
It's priceless.
This was my dad's bow.
That's beautiful.
It's still not the same.
My father's playing was more...
how should I put it?
How do you play your music with such emotion?
I don't know.
But there's a sound that lingers in my memories.
You know the sound of the winter wind blowing through bamboo fences?
That was what I heard in the aftermath of the Kobe earthquake.
I picked my dad's remains out of the wreckage.
Our house had bumt to the ground.
The debris was still scorching hot.
But I just couldn't let it go.
Music breaks your heart, doesn't it?
Just when you think it's there for sure...
it's gone in the next moment.
Nevertheless...
it's the most beautiful thing in the world.
Isn't it?
What's important is to be always prepared for natural disasters.
That's not true.
I envy Tani. She already has her concert dress.
About the concert...
Yes?
- It's cancelled. - What?
What?
The concert has been cancelled?
But the whole PTA's coming!
Are you certain it's really off?
- I'm sorry. - I was looking forward to it.
- I was going to get my hair done. - Me too...
- Thank you very much. - Thank you very much.
Soma, you should rub this out if it's already been cancelled.
No, that hasn't been finalized yet.
But the concert can't possibly go on without sponsors.
Can you please wait a little longer?
"Central Symphony Orchestra"
It's true.
His baton got my fingers moving again.
I won't hold you back now.
That's not the point. We're professional musicians.
We need to be paid.
But do we have to be paid in money?
Isn't playing good music the greatest reward there is?
Tendo's just using us as a way to get back into the business.
We're just pawns in his game.
Kosaka.
You know he's brilliant, don't you?
Please find another concertmaster...
if you want to perform under him.
What do you think you're doing, thieves?
Don't be daft. We're the victims here.
Shall we go now, Boss?
Idiot!
Oh no, Gramps.
Gramps, are you there?
Gramps?
Where did he go?
Wow!
These are all handwritten.
Kosaka!
Hop on!
- Why? - Stop asking questions.
- Just get on! Hurry up! - What?
"Hospital Bill Receipt" The yakuza took everything...
"Patient name: Tendo Haru" including his fridge and hot pot.
They possessed his things?
Do you think he's all right? A hope they didn't kidnap him.
I'm quite sure he has long escaped before they arrived.
Who is this Tendo Haru?
Could she be his wife? A sick wife?
Is that why he's in debt?
He never said a word about it.
That's typical of conductors.
They never allow the musicians to see theirvulnerable side.
- This is it... - Wait.
Are you Haru?
Who are you?
Kazuhiko!
Please play yourviolin for me.
I know this.
This smell.
This vibe.
This sound.
It wasn't a dream.
That was the music.
Tendo and my father created together.
Isn't music...
the most beautiful thing in the world?
Kosaka?
What happened?
Your playing was a bit different.
There you are, Gramps!
Where were you?
I was worried sick!
Tendo.
Did you bring me in because I'm Kosaka Kazuhiko's son?
He was an excellent concertmaster.
I'm who I am.
Don't confuse the two of us.
He wouldn't like it if I did.
Tell me. Why did you take up music?
Don't tell me it's so you could play like your dad.
You'll never be a good violinist...
if you keep looking over your shoulderwhen you play.
Listen.
One day, we'll all die.
Nobody lives forever.
Life is as fleeting as music.
If your music resonates with somebody else's...
that moment will last forever.
I will make the concert happen.
But the sponsors have all pulled out from it.
You fool.
I said I'll do it, and I will.
You don't have any offers from the other orchestras, do you?
Come and look for me...
when you can look past petty issues such as money oryourfather.
I'll fit you in.
Kosaka!
"Hygrometer"
There it is.
It's the second movement.
They are the violinist and cellist.
- Nice meeting you. - Nice to meet you.
"Central Symphony Orchestra Reunification Concert Tickets on Sale!"
Yes, that's right.
It seems they're already rehearsing.
What should we do?
Perfect.
My masterpiece is ready.
What? Nobody told me.
What about Amane?
"Come and play with us! Amane"
"Bethoven's Symphony Number Five"
"Fate"
Dad and his peers called it Heaven's note.
"Heaven's Note"
Shall we begin?
Lines of four, please.
We should have come earlier!
The doors are opening. Please proceed into the hall.
Sorry, excuse me.
Thank you.
- Sorry. - Not at all. Please have a seat.
It's awesome!
It's full house!
We've got a huge tumout.
Be quiet!
That was scary.
Despite theiryears of experience...
everyone is still feeling edgy before the performance.
I see.
Mr. Suzuki?
Sorry about earlier.
Here.
What is this?
It's a good luck charm.
We'll be great tonight.
Please proceed.
What's going on?
This is fast.
The tempo is different.
No, this is right.
He meant to do this.
Stay with me, everyone!
Bravo!
Bravo, old man!
- Bravo...! - Bravo...!
Bravo..!
My ears are still ringing.
It's so quiet here.
Not even the sound of traffic.
Do you know about the silent sound?
What sound is that?
It comes from the sky.
It's the sound of the universe.
Have you heard it before, Kosaka?
Music vanishes as soon as it's created.
It's as fleeting as a bubble.
But what we played tonight was real.
It wasn't an illusion.
It struck a chord...
in the hearts of our audience.
"The pianissimo gave me goose bumps."
They also said we were the best concert of the year.
They said they were glad they came for our concert.
Yeah!
We're sold out for tonight too, right?
I think they will need standing tickets.
But can we perform like we did last night?
I wonder what Gramps has up his sleeves for tonight.
I'm so excited.
Gramps is not here.
He's not in his dressing room.
Come to think of it, I didn't see him today.
Something is amiss.
All right then.
Haru said Gramps is not at the hospital.
Call him directly then.
He doesn't have a mobile phone.
Use smoke signals, drums orwhatever. Just do something!
Kosaka.
Come with me.
Something is really wrong.
What's going on?
Kosaka!
What is it?
What's going on?
Our performance is going to start in fifteen minutes.
"The concert will begin shortly."
"Please retum to your seats using the nearest entrance."
"Kindly tum off your mobile devices."
What's going on? Where's our audience?
That's what we're trying to figure out.
Soma, what on earth is going on here?
You will have a full explanation in due time.
Please get ready.
Get ready for what?
Tendo?
She has been my companion for the better half of my life.
But now she's dying.
I would like her to hear your magnificent performance...
in her last days.
That's why I've put everyone through so much trouble.
I ask that you accede to this willful request of mine.
You're a fool if you had believed that crap for even a second.
This woman is the best listener in the world.
Let's see if your music can give this old lady here an orgasm.
He cracked a dirty joke.
Let's do it.
That was a requiem for one.
You think three hairs will do the trick?
Play it the way you would kill someone.
When we reach the last octave, will she...?
Listen.
One day, we'll all die.
Life is as fleeting as music.
If your music resonates with somebody else's...
that moment will last forever.
I can't do it.
Isn't music the most beautiful thing...
in the world?
I heard that sound.
Tendo.
Did you hear Heaven's note?
Your baton...
Maestro.