Mozart in the Jungle

- I love this idea. - It makes me cry.

You know who doesn't love this idea?

The mayor, the city council,

the-the head of the Vaporetto drivers union,

the Gondolieri.

Convince them.

Convince them. You can convince them.

You make my life very difficult.

But I convince them.

Grazie, Beppi.

- Buttafuco. - "Budda."

- So T is like D? - "Buddafuco."

Yeah, yeah.

Five more seconds and she'll be walking on stage.

You have to hurry.

Okay. Sorry, guys.

Ey?

Too what?

Too big, too small?

No.

Okay, okay. It's very nice, it's very nice,

but, uh, I think we can carry that through.

You know, the montait, montait... In one go.

I'm not a violin. You have to follow me.

I'm sure you have the control.

Show me. Sing it for me.

Okay. Okay, I'll show you.

What do you mean, I'm being tentative?

Like, uh... you're being like a little puppy dog,

instead of being a pantera.

Oh. Maybe because your tempo is a little bit disco.

D... Did you say disco?

Disco? Vlad, is it disco?

No, it's not disco, Maestro.

- Vlad! - No, no, it's not disco.

Hailey?

It's a little disco.

This boat... This is not even a barge, it's a raft.

It's a raft? Ai, I always meant raft.

I didn't know.

I meant a raft, not a boat.

Ecco, eh?

Okay, like a... Like a shattering glass, okay?

Degue chanson. Chanson?

La chanson. La chanson.

Don't speak to me like that in front of them.

Next time I'm gonna kill you.

Now laugh.

El Guapo. El Guapo.

Why? You don't think you are handsome?

Dee Dee, you are gonna take that diaper off

before we go in, I hope.

It's called Fundoshi.

I wear it when I teach my Taiko lessons.

- All right, huh? - Hey, guys.

Sorry I'm late.

Just dropped off another happy customer.

Can't believe you're driver for Uber.

Yeah, actually, you know,

you meet some really interesting people.

- Where's Betty? - Uh, she can't make it.

- Didn't she tell you? - Tell me what?

She's subbing with the Honolulu Symphony.

Oh, Jesus, guys, we gotta stop the bleeding

before they take all of our people.

What are we gonna do?

Maybe we should look at their offer again.

No. We looked at the offer, it's not good enough.

- Yeah. - I tell you what we're gonna do.

We're gonna stay strong and dignified,

and Dee Dee, your left testicle is falling out.

- Aw, man. - Look, I'll figure out what we're gonna do.

Okay? I just need to think.

Come on, we're late.

Hai!

Before you leave, remember, you're all invited to our show,

"The Dirty Filthy Stains."

- Good work. - Hey, thanks.

- Okay. - Come, yeah.

Thanks for having us, Lars. The kids are great.

Yeah. It'd be a lot cooler

if we had real instruments to work with,

but, uh, yeah, they're trying.

Yeah, well, it felt really good to be playing something.

We needed this.

Well, hey, you know, if you need an escape,

we're playing a few gigs on the road after the New York show.

- You should come. It'll be fun. - Yeah?

I mean, Lindsay and the kids are comin'.

It's gonna be great.

God. You have kids already.

That's what they call life, Cyn.

It take it there's still no Mr. or Ms. Taylor.

Nope.

My last relationship sort of fucked everything up, so...

I'm, uh, giving it a break for a while.

Hey. At least come to this gig.

Come on.

Where the fuck are you?

Oh, you know, in Venice.

Walsh fired me.

He fired you? That prick.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Don't you know anyone who needs, like, an oboing nanny, or...

It'll be fine. Welcome to the life of a working musician.

Oh, shit, I have to go.

- Gotta go rehearse. - Yeah, I'm coming.

Is Rodrigo there?

- Uh, yeah. - I need to speak with him.

- It's really important. - Cynthia.

- No. - Cynthia?

- Maestro, I can hear you. - She needs you, it's really important.

You can't ignore me forever.

- Hello. - Rodrigo, I've been trying to get hold of you for weeks.

Hey! Cynthia. I thought you were dead.

The mayor has called us to a meeting.

The mayor? I don't know nothing about the mayor.

Everybody's talking about the mayor, but I don't know what you're talking about.

- Yeah, we need you here. - What? What... What are you talking...

Because he's trying to resolve the lock out.

You know, I just heard the word lock out,

and that's it. Okay? I'm not... I'm not interested.

No, this affects all of us.

I can't talk about the lock out. Okay, ciao. Ciao.

- Rodrigo. Rodrigo. - Scuze. Attensione.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, No! No!

- What? - Stop it.

- My fucking cell phone. - But it's to liberate you.

This is my cell phone. You can't just take people's things.

- Guys. Guys. - Cynthia, I'm really sorry about that.

He was gonna throw you into the canal.

Come on, let's... Let's go rehearse.

No, I'm having a really good time.

Ahh. They found me.

Maestro, it's an honor and a privilege.

Antonio Parlotti, a friend of La Fiamma.

- Oh, ah. - A viper.

- Ah. - Oh, oh, no.

No, she means it in a nice way.

What about this tour? We've heard rumors often.

- Will you be joining her? - I don't know what you're talking about.

Perhaps you know she'll never make it that far. Huh?

And what's her current tranquilizer dose?

- Tranquilizer dose? - Yeah.

Tranquilizer? You want a tranquilizer?

Hey. Alessandra.

Hey. Don't pay attention to that idiot. Okay?

He only invents lies. That's it.

He's an idiot, but he told the truth.

Maestro, amazing!

That picture will run in every paper in Europe.

I could kiss you, but I don't.

Where's the Maestro?

I specifically asked that he be here.

- He's in Italy. - Hmm.

He left when Gloria's Bubbles moved in.

We'll have him back as soon as...

I don't care about your Bubbles,

or your excuses.

What I do care about is Tuesday night.

Jeanine and I have been long time subscribers.

So, we're solving this thing today.

Okay.

Let's go.

- Go where? - Now! Right now! We're going.

"To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow."

Do you know who said that?

Audrey Hepburn.

- Oh. - So there's your seeds, your fertilizer,

and some tasteful German shrubs to frame the blooms,

and no talking about the lock out.

Dig your hands in,

and make something that grows together.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait. Don't just drop them in there.

- Oh. No? - Pour them in your hand.

Go ahead.

Yeah. Now...

feel their energy?

Yeah.

Feel the seeds.

I've stopped a lot of fighting in this garden.

That bush, the teacher's strike.

The cedar, the firemen.

Those daisies...

The garbage men.

I think we should start in the middle right here.

We need to dig these holes further apart, so...

Make sure the flowers have room to grow.

Here we go.

Oh. Oh. I hope I didn't get mud on your Pradas.

Uh, these are the diffusion line.

I got them on sale,

and aren't those Stella McCartneys?

Fair point.

You know, this has been hard for everyone,

and I'm really sorry.