The Violin Teacher

Good morning to all.

Welcome to Sala S510 Paulo.

Our examining board had plenty

of work to get to the final ten.

The candidates this year

were exceptionally good.

Thank you one more time

and good luck.

Mr. Ernesto Lubansky.

Mr. Laerte dos Santos.

Candidate 9 is onstage.

THE VIOLIN TEACHER

Hi, Dad.

Hi, kid. Are you OK?

What's the matter?

Everything is fine, Dad.

- What a fr/Qght. I thought...

- You thought I'd miss it?

You scared me to death.

They had a problem there,

they had to put it off.

- Have you got a date yet?

- Not yet.

Have you received the package

from your mum?

Yes, I got the DVDs.

Tell her I'll send some money

as soon as I can.

- Gilda is sending you her love.

- Likewise.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Give it up to him:

Amaralina's Mozart,

Laerte!

PRODIGY BOY. YOUNG VIOLINIS LAERTE DOS SANTOS...

Near the opera house

where you'll play,

there's a very nice museum

of musical instruments.

- It's worth visiting.

- Wonderful.

And in Leipzig

there's the Thomaskirche,

the church where Bach

worked most of his life.

Sorry to interrupt your guided tour,

but I'd just like to remind you

we came here to rehearse.

Let's do it.

Please, Ludmila! That's the third time

you've missed your cue.

- We're rehearsing, aren't we, Laerte?

- Yes, but you're way too distracted.

Calm down, Laerte.

- We've practised all day.

- Yeah, OK.

- We're tired!

- You're the only ones, huh?

Everybody is tired,

but only you are stressed out.

Let's get it right at least once?

Laerte, frustration is something

to be dealt with in therapy.

The thing is you haven't

been able to play properly

ever since you got your implants.

It's difficult to rest the violin!

Hey, take it easy, Laerte!

I'm sorry, guys. I'm done.

Lud, wait.

Ludmila isn't coming back, man.

Very unlikely.

What can I do?

Calm down.

How will you get by?

Remember Marcinha Feitosa,

Felipe Guerra's girlfriend?

Yes, yes.

She told me of a project

in the slums.

Teaching music to kids.

It's related to an NGO.

I can't do it because of OSESP.

- The money isn't great, but...

- I'm fine, man.

I'll get by.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I am.

Do you want to have a beer?

- No...

- Just one.

Another time, man. I'm off.

VIOLIN CLASSES:

LAERTE DA SILVA:

When something comes up,

let me know.

- What's up?

- How are you?

- I'm sorry to bother you, sir.

- That's OK.

The manager's been pressuring me

to give you the drafts

for your late condo fees.

I know, it's just that

I've been really busy.

Tell the manager

I'll solve that, OK?

I need to leave these...

I need to leave these with you.

Otherwise, he'll be angry at me.

- Thank you.

- Thanks. See you.

- Is the lesson going to be here?

- Yes.

I'll open it for you.

We've had two other teachers,

but they had to quit.

But the kids have made

a lot of progress.

Class! Class, please!

This is Laerte, your new teacher.

Haven't I told you not to leave

instruments on the floor?

Shall we play something

to welcome Laerte?

Shall we?

Samuel?

The Allegro!

Always The Allegro.

Only because of his solo...

One, two, three, four.

We have to start from scratch,

don't we?

A lot of posture issues,

they can't even sit properly.

I can only sit with my arse.

Is there another way?

And they don't know the basics.

Put your viola

on your left shoulder.

No, your other left shoulder.

You're f***ing stupid, mate.

Watch your classmate.

Show him.

You're gonna mock me now,

Obama Junior?

Guys, come on!

Show some respect!

Let's take it from the top, OK?

Once more.

Play it like you mean it.

Three, four.

Is everything OK?

You won't answer

the phone anymore.

I'm doing great.

Can't you tell?

Messias told me you're teaching.

I couldn't believe it.

It's amazing that the kids

are learning from you.

Relax! It's nice to teach

in a community like that.

A slum, you mean.

So what?

I brought the number

of that Uruguayan Iuthier.

Take your violin to him.

F*** you, you piece of sh*t.

Watch out, punk. I'm watching you.

Smart-arse.

Are you OK there?

I'm fine, don't get involved.

I just want to help, young man.

Do you have 1O grand

to lend me?

Then beat it, mate.

Good afternoon.

Only half of the class is present?

That's one way to get ahead in life.

Ezio is absent today

because he was flying a kite

and ended up losing a finger

because of the power lines.

Sh*t gets dangerous here.

Today, we're working

on a song you already know.

Just to practise positioning, OK?

Twinkle, twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Wow, mate!

- Why are you positioned like that?

- Like what?

Nobody has ever told you

instruments should go together?

Cello with cello,

contrabass with contrabass.

- Why are you there?

- The girls don't like him.

- He doesn't shower.

- He farts. This boy's gross.

OK. Back to the lesson.

Get the instruments ready.

Three, four.

Wait, wait.

Hello?

The least you have to do

to study music is focus. It's basic.

Get a grip, you posh git!

What the f***?

Shut the f*** up.

If I was a posh git, I wouldn't be here.

- F***ing c*nt, we wanna practise!

- Your mum's a c*nt!

S' MY mum?

top that, guys

- Your mum's a whore!

- Don't talk about my mum!

Who gave birth to you?

It must've been a cow.

- Stop that, guys!

- Yay, b*tch fight!

This is not a ring!

Stop that!

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