Loving Miss Hatto Page #2

you deserve this.

Oh, Lord, now I'm getting emotional!

Thank you, Robert.

And can we have Joyce Hatto, please?

Playing?

Sorry?

You are playing?

Oh, sorry. Schumann.

Fantasie Opus 17.

Sorry...

Sorry, I just need to...

OK. So Cortot's a blithering idiot

and he's picked five no-hopers

who won't threaten him, but...

how'd it go for you?

How much did you hear?

Me? I never even

went into the college.

Well, I was pretty pleased.

Good! Couple of bishes,

but the emotion was there.

That's what probably scared him off,

all that womanly passion!

Steady the buffs!

Old Erich didn't get through either.

Well, frog's not going to

pick a Kraut, is he?

Anyway, this time next year,

Miss Hatto,

you can forget that bunch of

desiccated old shirt-lifters,

because you will be under the care

of Barrington-Coupe

Artistes Management

and you will be heading

straight for the stratosphere.

Fancy a bun? Oh, yes, I love buns.

I'm not sure you should be

signing a contract

without showing it to your father.

What does Daddy know about

artists' management? Nothing!

He knows about invoices.

Yes.

This isn't an invoice,

it's a management agreement.

Between me and Mr Barrington-Coupe.

It's not an order for

two-dozen coffee eclairs.

What's he going to do,

this Barrington-Coupe,

once you've signed it?

He's going to manage my career.

Your teaching?

I'm not doing teaching!

How many more times...

I mean, I might do

a bit of teaching,

but basically I'll be

building up my concert profile

and if you don't want to

witness my signature

then I'll take it to Barrie's office

and get one of the girls there

to do it.

Sorry to have bothered you.

Morning, Joyce.

Sorry, excuse me,

I was just looking for

Mr Barrington-Coupe's office

and I only have his card from when

he was working here. Barrie? Yes.

I wasn't sure where

his new offices were.

He doesn't have another office,

but I think he's in now.

He's here? No, he'll be on the fifth

floor. It's his late morning.

Seidelman Music Publishing.

I know, that was my posh voice!

I was looking for your office.

Is this where you live?

The thing is...

The girl didn't seem to know

anything about a new office.

And I thought you lived in Henley.

Look, Joyce... No, I don't think

I will look, thank you.

Because I seem to be

looking at a liar

and someone who's made a pretty good

idiot out of me by buttering me up.

Why did you say

you could help my career?

What on earth did you think

you were playing at?

Because I can help your career.

Managing someone's career is about

passion and instinct and empathy,

and I've got all that.

And no, I don't have filing

cabinets and switchboards.

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