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And suicide?

Have you thought about that at all?

No, and you?

Sometimes.

Tell me about your mother.

Have you thought of her recently?

I've always been in places from

which there is no escape.

My parents spent a fortune in driving

me crazy and here I am

seeing if I can save me from myself.

Stop, this is impossible;

this can't be played.

You have to follow the scores,

that's all.

But what kind of music is this? The

music comes along fine, splendid

and suddenly it becomes

a piece of sh*t.

It's strange. It's as if there were two

people involved in this music.

You just can't have lost your

inspiration from one beat to the next.

We've played three different versions

of the same music

over the last few hours, Ricardo,

and this music obviously has some

great moments,

but it's... disorderly.

Are you sure you wrote it?

Because, if you did, you suffer

from a split personality...

You did write it, didn't you?

No, I didn't write it.

I knew it.

What the f*** are you doing, man?

You're stealing somebody's music

and want to get us all involved in

your rip-off?

No, no, no, hold it, hold it.

I'm not stealing anybody's music.

Besides, I never said that

this music was mine...

No?

No, I didn't say that.

(laughter)

No, and don't laugh.

This is a research project; I'm

rescuing this music.

And can you tell us who's f***ing

music you're researching?

Eliseo Montalbn's.

Montalbn?

The Macabre?

But he had his opening night and

then disappeared, right?

Yeah, crazy f***er.

Ah, now I remember. A pianist died

and then all hell broke loose.

Great. How many people do you

think are interested

in the life of a nutcase who

disappeared without trace?

Not everybody does this;

this is love pure and simple,

love of music,

and if we don't do it, nobody will,

and this man's work will be lost in the

annals of time.

You son of a b*tch.

Hang on, let's hear him out, OK?

This music holds a secret and I'm

inviting you to unravel it.

Unravel my ass! I'm out of here

I'm interested, I'm staying

Then stay, cocksucker!

I thought you were talented.

Hold it, hold it, hold, it.

I need to show you something.

Come on.

Welcome to Montalbn's room in the

psychiatric hospital.

Are you out of your mind?

The Macabre Rhapsody, it's on the

walls.

And it's all transcribed?

Everything that was on the walls,

yes,

but there's still something missing;

not all the music's here.

There are two clear melodies, but I'm

sure there's a third motif

which would be the third movement.

And you started writing what was

missing, you cunning bastard.

This has to be completed.

And played.

Hello, hello, how many left?

About three.

Ah... what about this one?

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