The Marching Band (En fanfare)

One more time.

Hold the note!

Ample!

Deep, triumphant!

Very good, we're getting there.

For the woodwinds, first oboe,

give me something more pleading.

Verge on exaggeration. It's almost plaintive.

That's it.

Pleading.

Thank you.

Solemn.

Carry on!

Keep it strong!

Triumphant!

Very good. Thank you.

Sorry, blanked out.

That's it.

Breathe!

Come on!

Yes!

One, two, three, four...

Move it along!

Are you ok?

What happens? We do a lumbar puncture?

Not necessarily...

It can be a blood sample too. It depends.

How compatible might I be?

With a sister, one chance in four.

- And if we're not a match? - We find another donor.

Is that possible?

Apparently.

One chance in a million.

Seriously?

I promise you.

Come on...

Let's hear your news. How's it going with him?

Antoine? It's over, forget him.

What about Mum?

I called her. She's in shape. Always on the go.

Stop it, Thibaut. Can't she give you marrow?

You're scared?

What if I'm not compatible?

It won't work, she's too old.

- Does she know? - Not yet.

I can't deal with that too.

What about your concerts?

Well...

I'll take a holiday.

In a sterile room.

Peaceful, all inclusive.

A real dream.

Yeah...

So you love me?

Your marrow can do it.

Alright...

It's not very good news.

- Your sister... - Isn't compatible.

No, I'm afraid not.

But don't panic.

We'll set up a protocol.

And search for a donor.

I go from one in four chances

to one in a million?

It was one in a million with your sister anyway.

Sorry?

I hate to have to tell you this, but your DNA

shows that you're not related.

I don't understand.

Your father saw it as a failure.

It was hard for him to decide to adopt.

Hard for him?

I get 37 years of lies and it was hard for him?

Thibaut...

Why not tell me?

Why bother?

We treated you equally.

So who are my parents? Where am I from?

Listen...

We got you as a new-born.

- You got me where? - Please.

- Stop, it's no use. - No use?

The truth and my origins are no use?

Knowing who I am? Are you serious?

Shit!

Lies kill!

Is that news to you?

They kill me!

Maniacs!

Why on earth did you do that test?

Tell me.

Sweetheart, please.

- What'll it be? - Shepherd's pie.

Thank you.

Potato bake.

Here you go.

Jeremy...

What did I say about the spatula?

- I didn't. - Think it's a lollipop?

- What? - Think it's a lollipop?

Gimme a break.

Scrape it better, there's loads left.

- I'm scraping. - You're skimping.

Scraped. And skimped. You can fill a tray.

Come on, Rocky, boy!

- Jimmy? - Attack.

Attack!

Let go.

Let go! Fucking mutt...

Hello.

Come here, sonny.

Let's talk.

Down!

- What is it? - Listen...

Alright, I'll explain.

My name is Thibaut Desormeaux.

Two weeks ago, I found out I have leukaemia.

Shit.

Yes... And so,

to beat it, I need a bone marrow transplant.

Pretty quickly, actually.

My sister, my younger sister,

did a test to see if she could give me her marrow.

- But she isn't compatible. - Shit.

Nor is she my sister.

Fuck...

I mean, shit.

That's when I found out I was adopted.

And?

I'm getting there.

I need a donor,

a brother or a sister.

I have no sister now, but I discovered

I have a brother.

There.

And that brother is you.

- What the fuck is this? - Hold on, Jimmy.

Yes, I know it's all a bit crazy.

What says it's me?

Your mother was Fabienne Velghe?

Leave my mum be. I have no brother.

Got that?

What is this shit?

- Jimmy, hold on. - Wait...

We checked.

- We're brothers. - I have no brother!

Too bad you're sick.

Stop letting strangers in!

Fuck!

Sorry.

- I never knew there were two of you. - What?

We've nothing in common.

Mr Posho turns up here asking for my marrow... Thibaut...

He's not having my marrow. Screw him.

You know what your mum was like.

She could have had another kid.

Why would he have come otherwise? Think about it.

Stop this act now. I didn't raise you this way.

This lad needs you.

This is it.

Jimmy?

Hello, I'm Claire.

Just in time. Come on.

They're resuming the adagio. Use the earphones.

Here.

From Claudine.

- What is it? - A box of sweets.

That's adorable.

Cambrai humbugs...

I know them.

- Very kind. - From Claudine, not me.

Thanks anyway.

I'm beat. Mind if we eat at home?

No, you're dead.

Tired, I mean.

Excuse me...

Yes

How are you? I'm fine. I'm fine.

No, I won't be available before six months.

I just need time for composing Quadrature .

I know.

Ok.

Can I call you back tomorrow?

Bye. Thank you. Bye bye.

He calls so late.

Leave it.

You like it?

Yeah, it's ok.

I Remember Clifford.

I love it too.

Clifford Brown, a genius, died at 25.

A genius on the trumpet and the piano.

Where's your orchestra?

It's in the USA, in Cleveland.

- And you live in Paris? - Yes.

- When I'm invited. - Invited by who?

When I'm invited to conduct in Europe.

- Always travelling? - Often.

Claudine took you in at what age?

Things got screwy at Fabienne's when I was three.