Florence Foster Jenkins Page #3

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

Course, he came round eventually

and then I was back in the will.

(chuckles)

Yes.

(holds last note)

Well, I must say,

I think you're absolutely ideal.

Did I mention that I also compose?

- And he also composes.

- Yes, I'm sure he does.

Well, you know, there are

some other candidates to hear, Bunny.

- (Florence) Hmm?

- Some more.

- Do you know any of them?

- I do.

They're all rather... heavy-handed,

I'm afraid.

The son of a b*tch.

Madam Florence regrets she is unable

to hear any more candidates today.

- It's unbelievable.

- I trained at Juilliard...

I am so very sorry.

- Why?

- You're not her type.

Now, I must warn you, I work very hard.

I study an hour every day.

Sometimes two.

And my father didn't leave me

as much money as everybody thinks,

so I couldn't pay you

more than a hundred and fifty.

- A month?

- A week.

I'm not destitute.

A few pointers

as to how Madam Florence does things.

You will note that she carries a leather

briefcase with her at all times.

You are not to touch that briefcase

or to enquire as to its contents.

Right.

In the hall, Madam Florence

keeps a collection of chairs

in which people of note have expired.

- They're not for practical use.

- I understand.

She abhors all pointed objects,

so don't smoke in her presence or

hand her a knife or anything like that.

- Are you fond of sandwiches?

- Yes.

Good, good. Madam Florence

is inordinately fond of sandwiches.

And potato salad as well.

When we throw parties,

we make mountains of the stuff.

It would serve you

to consume both with enthusiasm.

- I shall.

- Good morning, Patrick.

So, here is a week in advance

and a teeny bit extra for a new shirt.

Thank you.

If you can forgive Madam Florence

her little eccentricities,

you will find her to be

a most generous and delightful person.

Ours is a very happy world.

Welcome, Mr McMoon.

Tomorrow morning at nine. Don't be late.

- I won't, sir.

- Good.

(man) Taxi! Taxi!

- (doorman) Good morning.

- (woman) Good morning.

- Mr McMoon is here.

- Oh, do come in, Mr McMoon.

This is the talented young man

I was telling you about.

- How do you do, Mr McMoon?

- My vocal coach.

Maestro Carlo Edwards, assistant

conductor at the Metropolitan Opera.

How do you do, sir? I saw you conduct

La Bohme last season.

Oh, no, please don't remind me.

(laughs) Carlo!

- He's kidding. He's kidding.

- (laughs)

- (Florence clears throat)

- I've learned everything.

- I'm virtually off score.

- Good. Then let's get started.

(chuckles)

Here we are. The Bell Song.

Oh. Isn't it a little early

in the morning for Lakm, Carlo?

Not for a singer of your ability.

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