Ambition

Help!

Somebody?!

Help me!

No!

Help!

Please, somebody help me!

Help!

Help!

Please!

Jude!

Are you all right?

Yes, Professor.

I'm fine. I'm sorry.

My E-string broke.

Yes. Indeed.

Can we have the lights, please?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just

cracking up.

Yes, Emily Foster.

No one could touch her.

I was amazed.

Even a bit jealous of her.

But she was the only one of my students

to ever win the FAC Fellowship.

Next day she was gone.

Do you think I'm ready?

Jude,

you...

you know I...

I think you are very talented.

Just like Emily.

But...

Well...

What do you want me to say?

The FAC tryouts are not like here.

We're all

friends.

You would be in a huge auditorium.

A cold empty stage. Bright lights in your eyes.

It's all designed to make you feel threatened,

intimidated.

Of the 200 people that audition,

sometimes only two qualify.

Professor, I'm gonna work

just so much harder than any other student you have.

Jude.

Jude,

do you remember what I told you?

Yeah.

The tension between order and chaos.

Precision and passion.

Yes, precision is essential.

The two together will guide you to what you seek.

Precision by itself is cold.

It has no feeling.

Passion by itself is...

chaos.

Emily understood.

She achieved the two.

At a terrible cost.

So which one are you supposed to be?

The soulless one or the...

what's the other one?

Chaotic.

I don't know, both.

Because then I'm gifted.

I don't know.

I think he just wants to mess with my head

or get into my pants.

Or both.

Well,

if we're talking about getting into your pants,

I, for one, would very much like to do that.

Really?

Yes, yeah.

Okay, later.

Is that Ben? Hi, Ben.

Jude's sleeping around.

She had sex with Mr. Murphy.

Ah, no.

Jude doesn't treat you right

you know I'm available, okay?

I can mistreat Ben all I want, thank you.

- Uh-huh. - Okay, I'm gonna go.

- Okay. - All right, I love you.

- Love you too. - I love you too, Ben.

Call me.

All right. Love you, Jude and Sarah.

And hi, Veronica.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Hey, Ben!

Okay, bye. Muah.

What's up?

Hey, what's up?

My ladies.

Great news, my babies.

I have finally sublet that upstairs room.

No way, that's great.

Yeah? What's he like? Better than you?

Stop, Sarah. We both know that's impossible.

I just hope he's not crazy like that last guy.

Yeah.

Oh my God, that dude sucked.

Fucking nightmare.

Yeah, this dude's pretty cool, though.

He plays the guitar.

Oh, that's so boring.

We want someone interesting and exotic.

I want uncircumcised.

Sarah.

He's British.

That's all I really know.

homeboy thinks he knows movies.

Oh, really?

We'll see about that.

Bon appétit.

Ah, fava beans and a good Chianti?

Okay, no Hannibal.

Ravioli.

Hey, Steve's new roommate is British.

British?

Does he go to the Conservatory?

I didn't check.

Hey, my beautiful mamacitas,

how long do I have to sit here

before you offer me some of this food?

What do you bring to the party, Steve?

You mean besides this perfect personality and hair?

Yeah, besides the personality and the hair,

what do you bring?

Weed.

- Oh. - Right.

Go get a plate.

Okay, um...

I want you.

I'm feeling your breasts.

I want to be inside of you.

Ben!

What? What?

You can't just start at the end.

You have to ease into it with some foreplay.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, I want to do it.

- You want to... - Mm-hm.

- Okay, you wanna do it? - Mm-hm.

Are you touching yourself?

- Yeah. - Good.

So I'm touching you

and kissing you.

Where are you kissing me?

Mmm, your neck.

Cool.

And I'm running my fingers down your body.

Kissing your chest.

What else?

I miss you.

I miss you too.

This feels really nice. Keep going.

I'm moving down.

Touching you.

Feeling you. Feeling how hard you are.

Very, very hard.

And I move my lips lower.

- Yeah? - And lower.

How low?

And then I finally move my lips just--

Shit!

Keep going.

Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

- Jude? - Shit!

What-what, Jude?

Hello?

Hello?

Did I lose you?

Hello?

I'll call you back in a little bit, okay?

Is everything okay?

What happened?

Jude?

Last week of rehearsal.

Right?

Okay, again.

From the top. First variation.

And remember,

you came here because we're one of the best, so...

Perfection.

I want my fucking money, you stupid piece of shit!

Give me a fucking break, Tommy.

I'll give you the money.

When? I want it fucking now!

A couple more days. I can't be the first. Let it go, man.

- Fuck you! - Hey!

Leave him alone! Get off!

No, no, no! Jude, come on! Let's go!

Off!

Jude, let's go!

That crazy bitch broke my nose!

What was that about?