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The lesson I have to offer you

requires humility.

Humility is rule number one.

You'll do what I say and no complaining.

Not with words or glances.

Never.

You want me to be

your whimpering slave?

Well, okay then.

Hello! All right, I got it.

It's a deal.

Sit back down.

Sit down.

Please.

I'll be your whimpering slave.

Rule number two:
your hands.

You'll need them, so stop that.

Rule number three: you smell.

I don't want to sit next to someone

who doesn't wash.

Rule number four: the contest.

What contest?

There's a piano contest

for upcoming talents under 21

and I want you to reach the finals.

The girl deserves a chance.

-Yes.

That brat?

-Dieter, why not?

Don't call me Dieter.

She knocked Mtze out for weeks,

she's under strict confinement,

and you'd let her hit the keys all day?

Is thatjust?

-Always consider the specific situation.

Oh, give me a break!

-You're so bullheaded.

Mr. Kowalski, let your wife finish.

-Ex-wife!

We should support Jenny.

Her bio shows interferences...

Interferences?

She basically slaughtered the guy...

Wait a minute!

Let's not...

He's right, though!

Please, please, please!

We're all adults.

Mrs. Hofmann.

-Thanks.

Jenny has no contact to

her family or anyone outside.

Not that she seems to care to.

She has no psychological parent

and no perspective.

So what do you suggest?

A few piano lessons.

-Where will it lead us!

Mr. Kowalski...

-Listen, I represent all the officers

and employees of this prison.

Where will it lead us

if we reward the perpetrators?

-It's useless.

She almost kills a guard,

and then gets to play happy tunes.

That simply can't be!

Mrs. Krger...

I don't know...

How successful could

the inmate be in the contest?

She could win first prize.

Which would be

a success for all of us.

And, of course,

a personal victory for you.

Mr. Meyerbeer.

What's in it for me?

Rule number five:

This is not about you.

When I was that kid's age,

I performed in New York and Amsterdam.

At ten I had played

numerous international contests.

Half of which I won.

My adoptive father

tried to turn me into Mozart.

When I quit at twelve,

he f***ed me senseless.

So I don't really feel like

some stupid contest.

Then it might be best

to go back to rule number one.

Good morning.

I call all my students

by their first name.

If you don't mind.

-No problem. I'm Jenny.

Sit down, Jenny.

Let's start with something easy.

Schubert's Impromptu No. 2

in A flat major.

Let's take a look at your technique.

We'd like to start.

Go ahead.

Mr. Kowalski?

Yes?

Take off her handcuffs.

The inmate's handcuffs have to stay.

That's ridiculous.

-Sorry.

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