Sound of Noise

My name is Warnebring.

This is my mother.

She's a concert pianist.

My father was a conductor.

One of the best.

He was on tour most of my childhood.

And there's the metronome.

This is my grandfather,

Leonard Warnebring.

He certainly

doesn't need introducing.

Oscar.

My little brother.

A wonder kid.

He learned the violin at four,

composed his first piece at twelve.

And this is me.

Amadeus.

Tone-deaf from birth.

Mind if I turn it down a bit?

I'll stop his damn siren!

F***ing pig!

Hello.

What do we know?

We got an emergency call.

There's a ticking in the van.

A Dodge. 1986.

The number plate

comes from a tractor in sterdala.

- Bomb squad?

- On their way.

- Has the Embassy received a threat?

- No, nothing.

Ask for silence.

Silence!

Ruhe bitte! Ruhe!

Warnebring...

Warnebring!

What?

It's a metronome!

On the front seat.

You can stop all this fuss.

- You're crazy.

- I knew what it was.

It could have been a bomb.

I know that kind of ticking

all too well.

We have to move on, Magnus.

We have to think bigger.

A real bomb is what they deserve.

For you.

What is it?

"Music for one city

and six drummers."

Have you tried to play it?

No.

Let's just say

it's rather conceptual.

What the hell is all this

about metronomes?

Traffic police have taken over.

You have better things to do

than deal with

drink driving cases.

Back to work!

This is a masterpiece!

Your best work ever!

You think so?

It's everything we've talked about.

This is our bomb!

Listen to this city,

contaminated by shitty music...

It's time to strike back.

We'll give this city a concert

it'll never forget.

We need four more drummers.

They must be the best.

Johannes Bjrk.

Of course.

A true poet.

Go back to playing!

We'll need Marcus Haraldson.

Is he alive?

Yes, we had a beer the other day.

10 000 volts...

It was pretty rough for him.

You f***ing idiot!

That was the last time!

And I want Myran.

That makes five.

We need one more.

Anders.

He's not available.

He has a steady job now.

- With the philharmonic.

- What?

Everyone's gotta eat...

even if it means

whoring yourself.

I hate Haydn.

Thank you.

You, on the kettle drums...

You were too early.

I was spot-on.

Ok...

That's what you should have been,

on time.

Let's take it from bar nine.

Thank you.

You have the time?

Are you in sync with Finland?

You're one hour early.

How difficult can it be?

Once more, bar nine.

We don't sell many of these anymore.

People go for digital today.

It could either come from here

or Schrder's.

But surely they're registered?

With a serial number?

It's a metronome.

If you don't sell many like this,

you should remember...

No.

Nothing at all?

No.

Anything else?

I'll just have a look around.

Do you work here?

No.

Looking for something?

A present for my brother.

A musician?

Actually, he's a conductor.

Because that's music for congas.

Let's have a look...

Take this.

The perfect gift for a conductor.

Thanks.

Thanks for the advice.

Amadeus!

Amadeus, darling!

So lovely to see you.

Hurry inside. He'll soon be here.

Caught any baddies lately?

Any violinists caught fiddling?

Jean-Pierre...

Have you met Amadeus?

Oscar's brother.

Nice to meet you.

I didn't know Oscar had a brother.

Big brother.

What do you play?

Amadeus is a policeman.

Really...

I heard Likovskij

with the philharmonic orchestra.

It was absolutely fantastic!

Likovskij is an impostor.

I quite agree. He's not original,

he simply imitates others.

How can you agree?

Oscar's coming!

What's going on here?

So many people!

I'm so happy to see you all here.

I'm very touched.

A toast to Oscar!

To Oscar!

Wine and nibbles

are in the other room.

Help yourselves!

Well...

Amadeus.

- Nice to see you.

- Likewise.

Congratulations. For the concert.

Yes...

It's great.

You're welcome, of course.

I can get you a ticket.

Or several, if you like.

I'm not sure I'll be able to...

- If I can find the time...

- Of course.

You must come to the concert.

Your father would have been so proud.

I'll try to make it.

Congratulations.

What's this?

A present!

"Funk bass for beginners."

What?

This is music for funk bass.

I don't play funk bass, Amadeus.

I'm a conductor.

It must be some kind of mistake.

I get it.

I wouldn't know what to give

a policeman!

But funk bass is nice, isn't it?

Let's move on to the recital,

as per usual.

I didn't mean to...

Lucia will play first!

- Hello.

- Hi.

It's time for the rent.

But it's only the 20th.

We might as well

get it over with, right?

- I'll talk to Magnus.

- And...

Apart from that...

Everything else is ok?

Yes.

Hey...

What is it you do in there?

Is it porn?

No, it's not porn.

I'll talk to Magnus about the rent.

Sanna,

I can't work with these guys!

They've been playing

for three hours. Non-stop!

There's no way of stopping them!

Ok.

I get the first solo.

Good.

Let's get started.

It's good to see you all.

There are...

four movements. In four locations.

I want it to be really clear

that some things will be illegal.

Some will be dangerous.

But...

it'll be one hell of a work of art.

It's upside down.

What's that?

You're holding it upside down!

We've lots to do. Magnus?

The first step

is to locate the sounds.

It's vital

we find a sound

that'll act as a bass drum

and one that'll act as

a snare drum.

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