Allegro

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We have this man, and he must,

to put it poetically -

- bite the dust

so that he can understand -

- he is loved by this woman.

It's as simple as that.

Well, almost that simple.

Let's take it from the beginning.

Let's draw a line...

Zetterstrm is born... here.

In the years to come he grows older,

bigger and more experienced -

- as one does.

In many ways he's an ordinary

boy. He tastes his first soft ice -

- kisses his first girl -

- tries the local merry-go-round -

- but one day he listens to a record

with Michelangeli, the pianist -

- which leaves

a lasting impression on him.

In music he finds calmness,

a hiding place -

- where he can elude

life's disappointments.

Shit!

There, now...

Come again.

- Dammit!

- Mind your language, please!

- Shit...

- You play wonderfully.

Come and sit down.

- Don't give me that attitude.

- I can't play it.

Yes, you can. Everyone makes

mistakes. It's only to be expected.

You don't believe me? Why don't

you ever believe what I tell you?

It's very frustrating. How can I teach

you, if you don't believe me?

Come and sit down.

Zetterstrm, I know you can.

Play something more delicate.

Zetterstrm's teacher tries

in her own way to help, but in vain.

The secret behind his success

is also the key to his failure.

His quest for perfection

brings him closer to music -

- yet further and further away

from life itself.

But deep within, where even

he cannot see, he yearns...

... he yearns for love.

I don't believe it!

Is something the matter?

No, I just seem to have lost

my keys. Or forgotten them.

- Did you just lose them?

- No, it probably happened ages ago.

It doesn't matter. Forget it.

I'll have to call a locksmith.

Why are you so dressed up?

It's because... I was playing.

I hate this thing!

- Can I help you?

- I don't think I can...

What the hell is wrong?

Let me see...

You want it off?

Here you go...

It's nice.

You think so?

Then keep it.

- No.

- I hate it. Take it. Please.

- Really?

- Yes, I hate it.

- Why do you wear it then?

- It goes with the territory.

Nothing goes with the territory.

Just don't wear it.

Make it your trademark.

Are you coming?

You could always sit here

and think about it.

I could keep you company.

Would you like that?

Would I like that?

- Does that seem strange to you?

- Yes. Well, no... maybe not.

Well, if that isn't one

of life's ironic twists...

A little mistake introduces him to

Andrea, who becomes his great love.

In no particular order they

experience happiness, sorrow, loss -

- and tenderness.

Where are you going?

- To play.

- Now?

- Aren't you tired?

- No.

You're very beautiful.

You make me very happy.

God, if you didn't exist...

I'd have to build you.

Why?

You make me play better.

Is that the only reason?

I feel almost human

when I'm with you.

- Almost?

- Yes. No need to exaggerate.

- Yes?

- You'll be there shortly, right?

Yes. I'm almost ready.

- I'll be there, darling. See you soon.

- Bye.

Go on.

Get moving.

- Hi. Are you ready?

- Yes.

- Where's Andrea?

- On her way. Is everything ready?

Yes... Shall we wait for her?

- No, she'll be right over.

- Let's go upstairs then.

- Is something the matter?

- No, I can't seem to find Andrea.

- I don't think she's been here.

- She was at the back of the room.

No, she wasn't.

That's where I was standing.

- Do you think something is wrong?

- No, of course not.

I don't think

she just left me.

Will I regret we're together?

No, why should you?

Andrea has gone.

Now what?

Zetterstrm decides to forget.

Quite simply.

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