Teardrops in the Snow: The Making of 'The Saddest Music in the World' Page #3

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Stop!

Oh, my...

Hello, Helen.

I'm here to represent Canada.

If you'll let me.

Take your blindfolds off,

gentlemen.

Pay attention.

This is Canada speaking.

Play ''Red Maple Leaves''.

On the double!

Don't tell me you live here

and you don't know it!

- Just the red maple leaf...

- What do you say?

- About your legs?

- ... and when they come again...

- That's a pretty tough break.

- ... you'll find me.

But doesn't it make you sad?

- ... where I left my heart...

- Well, life's full of surprises, Helen.

Take away those surprises,

and life's a pretty dull proposition.

- ... maple leaves.

- Isn't that right, pop?

Why are you here?

Same as you.

One last crack at the jackpot.

I will love this woman

until my dying day.

Let me shout it

through the rooftops.

I even brought her something.

Stop it!

No bribes.

All right. Here's an angle

for you, Helen.

America vs. Canada.

A brash son comes home to duke it out

musically with his war-vet pop.

The old man's drowning in his sorrows,

the son wants no part of this.

But in order to win the dough,

that Yank's gotta find

his tear ducts in a hurry.

You got something there.

Okay, America, you're on.

And now we see Gavrillo the Great,

one of the greatest cellists in Europe.

No one has ever

seen his face uncovered,

for he wears upon it at all times,

even during public performances,

a veil as black as night.

That's right, Mary.

They say he wears it to express

the national sadness of Serbia,

whose famed assassin

Gavrilo Princip

fired the first fatal shot

of the great war...

the war to end all wars.

Nine million killed, Duncan.

That should make a man

very sad, indeed.

Roderick?

- Roderick.

- Father.

Come here!

Give your father a hug!

I'm sorry. It's just my own skin

is very sensitive.

You look well, Father.

My health is gone.

But I'm sober and I pay my bills

and I keep my pants pressed.

Where's Chester?

He's supposed to be here.

I couldn't stand one more second

with him ten years ago.

Why would he stomach me now?

I'd forgotten how bright

the light is here.

Don't mind these glasses.

How can you see through those?

It's like I'm painting things

just by looking at them.

- But where's Chester?

- He must be at the music hall.

The opening pageant

is set for tonight.

Let's march, my boy!

Father... did Chester ever admit

to stealing my music box?

That was ten years ago, son.

Can't you ever forget anything?

There we go.

Here we are.

There.

Home.

Good Lord. What's that?

Close your ears.

Excuse me.

Your brother's here!

Could you say goodbye to your...

guest and come down? Quickly?

Have her go out

by the back way.

Can't have strangers

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