Autumn Sonata Page #4

I mustn't forget she wants

decaffeinated coffee.

I'll shorten my stay.

Four days - I could make that.

Then I'll go to Africa, as I planned.

This hurts, Charlotte.

Hurts.

Viktor, I've often wondered why she

suffers from insomnia. I think I know.

If she slept normally, her vitality

would crush those around her.

Insomnia is nature's way

of making her bearable.

I'll wear my red dress.

And I'm doing it out of sheer spite.

Eva will think I should wear something

more seemly after Leonardo's death.

Viktor, she will have dressed up

for dinner, you'll see.

Note the perfect clothes

which discreetly will remind us

that she's in mourning, after all.

All this anger.

All they've done is show

how happy they are to have me.

Viktor's a kind soul. Lucky for Eva,

the crybaby, to have such a good man.

I bet the shower's not working.

It is.

- What a beautiful dress!

- Does it suit me?

I met my old 'girlfriend',

Samuel Parkenhurst, and he said,

"I've just come from a fashion show,

there's a red dress that's so you."

Let's have a toast. Welcome to

the vicarage, dear Charlotte.

Eva, are my glasses on the table

by the window?

Thank you, darling.

My agent - he's so sweet.

He's my only friend these days.

Do you remember Paul, Eva?

We've worked together for 30 years.

What a lovely old instrument!

Such a beautiful timbre!

And it's newly tuned.

Now I'm happy!

- I worried unnecessarily.

- What do you mean?

I was anxious about seeing you

after all this time. I nearly cancelled.

No sugar, thanks.

This coffee isn't much fun,

but what to do when one can't sleep?

I see you're playing

the Chopin Preludes.

- Won't you play for me?

- Not now, Mother.

Don't be childish. It would give me

great pleasure to hear you play.

You told me you were hoping

your mother would listen to you.

I just dabble at it, I lack all technique.

I haven't even learnt the fingering

of this prelude. I couldn't...

Enough excuses, darling. Get to it!

My dearest little Eva.

- Is that all you have to say?

- No, no, I was just so moved.

- Did you like it?

- I liked you.

- I don't understand.

- Play something else, it's lovely.

- I want to know about my mistakes.

- There weren't any.

You didn't like the way

I played the piece.

- We all have our own opinion.

- Right.

- I want to hear yours.

- You're already cross.

I'm sad that you don't find it

worthwhile to give me your opinion.

If you insist.

We'll disregard your technique,

which wasn't so bad,

though you could have paid more

attention to Cortot's fingering,

as it helps the interpretation. But we're

only talking about the conception.

Chopin was emotional, Eva,

not sentimental.

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