Crescendo

No!

Bonjour, monsieur.

'Monsieur.'

Bon appétit, monsieur.

How is Monsieur Georges, today?

Oh, he seem to have had a restful night, madame.

'Did Carter say what time he'll be back?'

No, madame, but the train from Paris arrive at half past eight.

- The car has returned, madame. - Oh, thank you.

Hello.

My dear, how nice to see you again.

- Oh, Mrs. Ryman. - How was your journey?

Fabulous. Can't begin to tell you about it.

I hope you'll be very happy here with us.

Carter, take all mademoiselle's luggage up to her room.

How about a swim and a rest before lunch?

Oh, this is all the luggage, the young lady has, madame.

Oh.

But you got my trunk?

We haven't got it, my dear.

You must've. I sent it over two weeks ago.

Never mind. It'll turn up sooner or later.

Now, come and let me show your room.

'You like it?'

Oh, it's beautiful.

The whole place is beautiful. You must love it here.

Yes, I do.

The happiest times of my life have been spent here.

After we married, we came here, every summer

until my husband died.

I've lived here ever since.

Nothing's been changed.

Nothing ever will be changed.

You know, there're times, many times..

...when I feel my husband's still here.

I hear his voice, his footsteps

and his music.

Always this place is full of his music.

But you don't wanna listen to the ramblings

of a sentimental old woman.

I understand, Mrs. Ryman.

Call me Danielle. Please.

Alright.

I know, we'll get on splendidly together.

I can't wait to start working.

Oh, there'll be plenty of time for that.

You're a very pretty girl, my dear.

Well, I expect you know that already.

You've got lovely hair.

You-you shouldn't pull it back from a face like that.

Uh!

Now, you're bathroom is over there.

An-and don't worry about your trunk.

I'll get Carter to make some enquiries at the station.

In the meantime, I-I'll find you some things to wear.

Danielle.

Thank you for everything.

Nonsense, my dear.

It's you who are doing us the favor.

Just by being here.

Come in.

Hello.

My name is Susan Roberts. What's yours?

Lillianne.

Do you work here all the time?

I live here.

Oh! Well then, we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other.

I'm here to do thesis on Henry Ryman.

What is thesis?

Well, it's a, it's a study on his life and his work.

Sort of a biography.

It's for my master's degree in music.

'You're a musician?'

No, not really.

But I'm studying the classical composers and uh..

...Henry Ryman was one of America's finest.

'I know.'

'Madame never stops telling everyone.'

'Everyone who listen.'

Of course, she would.

She'll be proud to have been married to such a marvelous man.

Yes, she's proud.

Now, is there anything else, I must get on with my work?

Oh. No, thank you.

Ow.

'Ow.'

'This is my son, Georges.'

'Georges, this is Susan Roberts.'

Hello, Susan.

Hello, Georges.

- 'Welcome to Le Bourg.' - Thank you.

Well, you're a long way from New York.

'That's where you're from, isn't it?'

Yes.

You, uh, live there? With your parents?

No, my-my parents died in an automobile accident

six years ago.

I lived with my aunt.

She must've been very sorry to see you go.

She died last year. So, you see, I'm all alone.

Not as long as you are in this house, my dear.

Thank you.

Oh.

I can't hardly believe, all this is happening to me.

I've been so excited since Mrs. Ryman..

...I mean Danielle invited me here.

You never did tell me how you met Ms. Roberts, mother.

It was at your father's commemorative concert

for his scholarship fund.

Susan was one of this year's successful applicants.

It was at the university garden party.

And then afterwards, when your mother was kind enough

to invite me here for summer to examine

some of your father's manuscripts and letters.

Well, how could I refuse?

So..

- Here you are. - Yeah. Here I am.

Luncheon's served, madame.

Oh, thank you, Carter.

Come and sit down.

Now, would you like to sit there, Susan?

'There we are.'

I heard you playing the piano this morning.

The unfinished concerto.

It's lovely.

It's to my mother's everlasting regret

that the musical genius of my father

was not passed on to me.

In spite of years spent with the best teachers

in the world.

But I thought the playing was quite--

Amateurish.

Right, mother?

Would you like some more coffee?

Oh, thank you.

- Excuse me, madame. - What is it, Carter?

The estate manager would like a word with you.

If possible.

Oh, yes.

If you'll excuse me.

How's your shoulder?

How did you know about that?

I was watching you this morning.

That's my room.

Oh, I see.

Oh, it's fine.

'Thank you.'

You probably pulled a muscle.

I'll look at it later, if you like.

Alright, doctor.

Well, I expect you'd like to get on with your work.

Oh, there's so much atmosphere here.

I hardly know where to begin.

I think, you're gonna manage perfectly.

Now, if you'll excuse me. I always take a rest after lunch.

Hmm.

Dinner will be at 7:30.

Alright.

Madame said, she'd like to see you in her room

before you go down.

Ah-ha.

How long are you staying here?

I don't know. Why?

I just wanted to know.

Oh, you look charming, my dear.

'Oh, thank you.'

Uh, Lillianne said you wanted to see me.

Oh, yes.

I wanted to give you these.

The letters exchanged between my husband and his publisher.

I think, you'll find them interesting.

Oh, I'm sure, I will. Thank you very much.

Uh.

- Danielle. - Yes.

If you don't mind me asking..

What happened to Georges?

It was a tragic accident, six years ago.

More tragic because he was an athlete before.

A fine tennis player.

In a year or two, he could have made his mark at Wimbledon.

If he'd been a brilliant musician like his father

it wouldn't have mattered so much.

No, that's not being callous, because you see

a career could have given him an interest in life.

All our family have been musical.

My husband's brother was a virtuoso violinist.

And my own brother was professor at the Konservatuar.

And his son, m-my nephew