Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Jenny... I haven't felt

goosebumps like that

since listening to Martha Argerich

at Fisher Hall in 1998.

You're ready.

You're so ready for this.

Are you excited about going back

to Belgium?

I don't know.

I don't remember much about that time.

I guess that's normal. After all,

you were just a child, weren't you?

Yeah.

Jen?

How come you're home early?

Has something happened?

No.

How did it go?

-Good.

-Good? Just good?

It went very well, Mum. Very well.

That one's not quite finished.

I can see it.

How many jumpers

do you want me to pack?

I was going to do that.

I'll pack all of them.

You're always cold.

-I still think I should come.

-Mum...

I'll be fine.

You spoke to the host family, didn't you?

They don't know you and what you need.

You're a unique talent. A gift to the

world. And that should be protected.

I wouldn't want...

I don't want to stress you out,

sweety.

I'm worried, that's all.

It's only normal.

Will you miss me?

-Just humour me and say yes.

-Yes.

I'm going to miss you so much.

But I can live with that because I know

you're going to make me proud.

Let's go in.

The dining room.

The kitchen. The pool.

That's our son's piano.

He was a talented pianist,

but he had a wrist problem.

Chronic tendonitis.

-Others might call it chronic laziness.

-Yes.

Beautiful.

Hey, I'm not finished yet.

Don't worry. I told you, didn't I?

I'm your mom.

You can trust me, can't you?

Well then?

Just stay in the bath.

Dear members of the jury,

the next semifinal candidate is number 24,

Jennifer Rogiers.

-Jen?

-Hi, Mom. I made it to The Chapel.

Look, you won't like hearing this,

but I got a few days off to go

to Brussels.

I know I make you nervous,

but you won't even know I'm there.

I want to see you play on the most

important day of your life.

What do you say?

Okay, say no more.

All right, I'll stay here then.

We can't take any risks

at this stage of the competition.

Sorry, Mom.

Welcome to The Chapel.

Mrs Janssens, thank you so much

for accommodating Jennifer

these past three weeks.

We'll take over now.

Time to say goodbye.

-What? Right away?

-Yes, I'm afraid you can't go in.

Oh right.

Apparently I can't go in,

so... we need to say goodbye here.

I must remind you

that the isolation of the 12 finalists

in The Chapel must be complete.

So no TV, no radio, no computer,

no visits, no phones, letters or messages.

-Do you understand?

-Yes.

Okay, so I have to ask you. Did you bring

a radio? A laptop or a smartphone?

-Yes, a smartphone.

-Can I have it?

Thanks. Don't worry.

You'll get it back after the contest.

So here it is.

The famous imposed concerto.

As you know, you have only seven days

to study it.

On the night of your final performance,

you have to play it as well

as a concerto of your choice.

-You will play Rachmaninoff No 2, correct?

-Yes.

No, sorry. I must ask you to only open

it when you are in your suite.

Oh, okay.

Now, let me show you around.

It's not as bad as everyone says.

This is our communal space.

Here you can relax

with the other contestants,

discuss music, play chess, read...

Do you like it?

-Yes.

-We want you to remember...

For us you are all winners.

Every single one of you.

And here is the most important

room in The Chapel.

Breakfast is at seven,

lunch at one and dinner at eight.

That's in about two hours

and I'm starving already.

Now, let's meet the person who is going

to spoil you for the next seven days.

Here we are. This is Hilde.

She's Flemish.

So you two can talk behind my back.

Hilde is our cook, our concierge,

our confidante... our everything.

What's the matter, Chopin?

Want some attention?

He's beautiful.

I had a black cat when I was little.

-Did you?

-Yes, Minoes.

Well, would you like to see your suite

or do you prefer to stay with Chopin?

We've tried to isolate all the rooms,

but as you can hear, it's almost

impossible to keep all the sound in.

You and Mr Nazarenko

are the last to arrive,

so I'm afraid I have only two suites left

to choose from.

This is the first one.

-Do you like it?

-Yes.

Then this is going to be your home

for the next seven days.

See you at dinner.

Mom! They're here!

Watch the bottom.

We'll find a spot for it, won't we?

What's going on here?

-She already has a piano.

-That old thing isn't good enough anymore.

-How much did that thing cost?

-Tony...

-How much, Sara?

-Tony, please.

-See it as...

-As what?

-As an emergency.

-An emergency?

The audition for Juilliard.

She stands a good chance of getting in.

-She's eight years old, Sara.

-That's exactly it!

-Can't you see?

-Guys? Start loading it back in.

-Sorry. We can't afford that piano.

-Yes, we can.

Go on. Unload it!

I studied for two years to be in this

competition and they make me play this?

But that's why it's called imposed

concerto, Gerard.

Yeah, but my fingers hurt from playing it.

And my head is like...

Can I have your attention, please? As you

know, tomorrow is our press day and I w...

Oh, Mr Nazarenko.

-There you are finally. Welcome.

-Sorry. Traffic.

Please, sit down. I will ask Hilde

to warm something up for you.

No, thank you. I'm not hungry.

I'd like to start working right away.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

-Okay. I'll walk you to your suite.

-Thank you.

-Did you see the gloves?

-Yeah, so weird.

Six days ago, the laureates started

to arrive at The Music Chapel in pairs.

Yesterday and today were the only days

all twelve candidates were here together.

From tomorrow, two candidates

will leave The Chapel

to perform on stage

at the Centre for Fine Arts.

You were very young

when you started at Juilliard.

My mother decided I was going

to be a famous pianist.

And what about you?

I mean, you like playing the piano, right?

Of course I do.

I couldn't live without it.

And why have you chosen Rachmaninoff?

Because he is... Russian.

Russia makes me think of winter.

So you love the cold?

No.

I hate the cold.

Ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to show you one of the essentials

of music performances.

When you perform, you have to be on

a very high level of feelings.

You cannot be just in a daily,

normal state of mind.

Let me show you.

Stop, stop, stop. Stop!

You play pompously.

Music must never be pompous.

Music must be generous, selfless.

Music is the art of selflessness,

of dignity, love, tenderness.

All those things have to... be embodied in

that music. Music must never be pompous!

Come, sweety. Let's go.

We're going to Munich.

What?

-We'll buy a toothbrush on the way.

-The lesson's not over, sir.

-Oh, I think it is. Come, Jennifer.

Come, sweety.

We'll have fun, I promise.

Wait here.

I doubt my daughter understands

what pompous means, sir.

Even though she sat next to it

for the past two hours.

Cat got your tongue?

-She's going to be very angry.

-Sweety... Don't be scared.

Of anyone.

Scared people forget to live.

Look at this.

I'm a cowboy now.

And now I'm free.

Come here. Come and sit on my lap.

Yes. I'll teach you how to steer.

Hold it there. Good.

How does it feel?

Press that.

Come on, horsy. Faster!

Your turn.

Hey.

Hello, Chopin.

-Oh, Jennifer.

-Hi.

-Sorry. I hope I didn't wake you.

-Oh no. I'm a bad sleeper.

-Are you still practising?

-Yes.

-It's 3 a.m.

-Is it?

I must've lost track of time.

You all work too hard.

What's that?

Gin. Don't you remember it?

I have some if I can't sleep.

I'm going back to bed.

You should get some sleep too, sweety.

You look tired.

Go back to Hilde...

Catherine wants to see all of us

in the communal room.

-Now?

-Yeah, now. Something happened.

This competition has existed

for almost a century.

And this is the first time

something like this has ever happened.

This contest is supposed

to bring people together

in a healthy competitive environment.

I could make a big thing out of this.

But if Jennifer agrees

and for the sake of the competition,

I'm prepared to forget

the incident this one time.

Jennifer?

Yeah.

Of course.

All right then.

Back to work. All of you.

Why did you look at me like that?

Like what?

You think I did the photo thing.

I don't care.

It wasn't me.

I tell you, it wasn't me.

Somebody is jealous of your talent.

But me? Come on.

I'm not jealous. Not of you.

Not of anybody.

-How is the imposed concerto going?

-Fine.

Did you see the mistakes in the score?

What?

Small mistakes, but big problems.

Like for example a B

that is marked as B-flat.

-You did see it, right?

-Yeah, of course I did.

-Are you sure about that? I can show.

-No, it's fine.

Okay.

Only trying to help.

Jennifer?

I have your sheets.

I found them downstairs.

Are you okay? You look pale.

I'm fine.

I looked at your notes.

You made a couple of really great ones.

You're not supposed to look at them.

Those are my notes.

-Hey, I'm sorry.

-Yeah. Please go.

-Listen, I wasn't spying or anything.

-Just go. Please!

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah, it's okay. I need to work.

There he is.

Thank you.

You look like an aristocrat

going to his execution.

Don't forget to bow to the royal box.

That's protocol.

-No worries.

-The king of pianists. Bow to the king.

Thank you. Stop doing that.

Good luck. Bye.

It must be so hard to be the first one.

I wish it was me.

I want to get out of this place.

When I was seventeen,

I had a dream.

It was a big, old building.

I went inside.

And I saw Rachmaninoff.

And he told me:

'Eugen, you have to play for me.'

I don't want to hear his story!

So I play his Barcarolle for him

and he tells me:

'You have to play this piece

without the pedal.'

And when I woke up, I remembered

what he told me and I think:

No, I play this with the pedal because

that is how everyone plays Barcarolle.

Jennifer?

You are the Rachmaninoff expert here.

Pedal or no pedal?

-Pedal.

-Exactly.

But many years later,

I find an obscure record.

Rachmaninoff plays Barcarolle

on this record.

And he plays without the pedal.

-Are you making this up?

-No. It is true. It really happened.

-So you're a psychic?

-A what?

-Like Rosemary Brown.

-Who is Rosemary Brown?

-Has nobody heard of Rosemary Brown?

-No.

The one that claimed dead

composers dictate work to her.

What?

-Okay.

So, Liszt controlled

her hands and fingers.

Chopin told her the notes and pushed

her hands into the right keys.

And Schubert tried to sing his

compositions to her. I swear.

And were any

of these compositions good?

Allegedly some of them are.

But the crazy part is

she wasn't even a musician.

What?

She worked at a post office. She only

took piano lessons for three years.

She's dead now, so...

She might be haunting you.

Stories like these make me nervous.

But you know what?

Let's see if it would work for us.

We could all use some help, right?

Fumiyo, Alexandra, pull down the curtains.

I really don't think we should do that.

Of course we should.

Ladies, please, go on.

Let's hold each other's hands.

Come.

-I'm going to my room.

-No, no. You can't.

We've all got to stay here

or it's not going to work.

No. Good night.

She must have a bad conscience.

Yeah, I think we scared her.

Who is there?

Who is there?

-Assholes!

-Come on. We were joking.

We didn't want to scare you this much.

Get out!

-Who is it?

-Room service.

You missed lunch.

Come in.

-Hilde warmed it up for you.

-That's very kind of her.

And you.

I wanted to apologize for yesterday.

I should not have looked into your notes.

Although I do want to say how

absolutely great they are.

Thanks.

-I'm sorry I snapped at you.

-It's okay.

Well... enjoy.

Do you know about Fumiyo's birthday party

tonight in the communal room?

-No.

-Maybe you'd like to come?

Fumiyo told me she'd love

to have you there.

And it won't be for too long, so...

Oh, I was planning to work.

One needs to relax once in a while,

Jennifer. It'll be great fun. I promise.

Okay, I'll think about it.

Okay. Cool.

Sweety?

Are you sleeping?

Shut up. Shut up.

-Victory is mine!

-What? Forget it! It's mine!

Bye-bye, Gerard!

We missed you yesterday at the party.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I had a terrible headache.

That's fine.

Back to work early?

I skipped dessert.

Get away from the losers, right?

-Why are you like this?

-Like what?

-Like you hate everyone.

-You don't want to win?

Yeah. Of course.

This is w*r, Jennifer.

Bang, bang, bang.

Everybody's dead.

Except me.

You don't scare me.

Jennifer, I must confess a little secret.

Yesterday, I came listening to your door

when you were working on the nocturne.

I listened.

And I can feel you struggle.

And I know what your problem is.

I can help.

If you want.

I'll show you.

What are you doing?

We've been here every night.

I'm quite sure Hilde leaves

the door open on purpose. Come, sit.

More pressure.

Always more pressure.

Hey, can I have one?

Here.

Take the package.

Do you mind?

I always feel so bad when I hear

someone else play so good.

Do you think Nazarenko is right?

About what?

About being the best

or not to play at all.

I think Nazarenko is full of shit.

He's messing with our heads.

That guy would do whatever to win.

He's very talented.

Did you hear the Dvorak piece he played

in the semifinals?

Yeah.

He made me cry.

Why are you smoking?

-Because I want to.

-No, you don't.

You're pretending to be

someone you're not.

You don't know me.

You're scared, Jennifer.

You're scared shitless.

I can feel it. Everybody can.

Is that how you all feel about me?

f*ck you!

f*ck all of you.

-You never sleep?

-I'm practising.

It's five in the morning.

I must do my performance tomorrow.

I need sleep.

I have to practise. I'm sorry.

You must stop playing now.

I can hear it. It makes me crazy.

-I have work to do. I cannot just stop.

-But you must. You must stop.

-I need to practise. Leave me alone.

-No!

You must stop! You hear me?

Stop! Stop, stop, stop!

I can't f*cking stop!

Stop this!

Stop. What... What's going on?

She must stop playing. I can hear it.

I'm right there. I cannot sleep.

I need to practise.

I must play in the final tomorrow.

She makes me tired on purpose.

-What?

-Yes. I am almost 30.

This is my last chance.

Please, you have to tell her to stop.

Listen, Ivanka, there is no rule

against practising, okay?

-It's five in the morning.

-Then wear some earplugs.

Sorry, but if you can't handle the stress,

then you shouldn't be here. Okay?

This incident is closed.

Back to your rooms.

Both of you.

Now.

You're a bad person.

Hey there.

How is my sick little angel?

My throat still hurts.

Daddy's brought you a present.

Want to see it?

How come you're back already? Tony?

I drove all night. I was worried.

Let her sleep.

She's got practice tomorrow. Come.

-She's too sick to practise.

-She'll be all right.

Come to bed, Tony.

What is it you want? Eh?

What do you want from her?

What do you want from her?

-Let's go to bed.

-What do you want from her?

You stink of booze.

Come. Let's go to bed. Come.

Let go of me.

You and your f*cking dreams.

You leave that kid alone,

you got me?

-You leave her alone, yeah?

-Go to bed.

It's okay.

Are you okay? Want some water?

Oh, sweety!

You're the best thing

that's happened to me.

One day, you will live in America.

And you will be able to wear

the prettiest dresses

and everyone will think the world of you.

But you must persevere.

Whatever happens,

you must never give up.

Wow, you look beautiful.

I feel ugly.

And tired.

I'll never come back

to this place again. Ever.

So, Fumiyo, how did the rehearsal go?

Are you still worried about the conductor?

He told me that I should play

my triplets in time.

He said the same thing to me.

I have never played

with such a big orchestra before.

Have you?

Not really.

And you?

No.

-You've started to pick up a bad habit.

-Don't worry. I'll smoke it outside.

-That's not the point.

-Then what's the point?

It's just the three of us now.

There's no need to keep up the front.

Let's help each other, try to make

it through this thing together.

Okay.

Okay, what?

The imposed concerto...

I can't get it right.

No matter how hard I practise.

Okay, listen...

My teacher always says:

'The best way to practise is to focus

on the difficult parts in the piece.'

It's better than exercises.

Okay. Faster. Come on.

Even faster. Faster.

Yes. That's good.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, that's it. That's it. Perfect.

-Feels good, right?

-Yeah.

Are you happy?

Could you be happy?

It's the first time I've seen you happy.

I'm sorry.

I'm just so focused.

I want to make my mother proud.

And your father?

-He hated classical music.

-So did my parents.

I think that's why I played

in the first place. Just to piss them off.

But when I was thirteen, I was playing

Beethoven, Sonata 31, Opus 110.

And... I still remember playing

the first page

and thinking what a beautiful melody it

was. So I played it very expressively.

And then my teacher stopped me

and she said:

'My dear child, this piece

is not beautiful.

It is sublime.'

So she taught me to go beyond

human expressiveness.

And search for an almost...

spiritual realm of purity.

Now I try to look for that feeling

every time I play.

I wanted to ask,

what's with the toy cowboy?

It's for good luck.

Good luck.

And good night.

Are you excited to finally rehearse

with the orchestra?

Yeah, I am.

Don't listen to what the others say.

Maestro Du Welz is a very nice man.

Our dear Jennifer here would like the

entry of the orchestra to be very soft.

So this will be the superlative pianissimo

of the week for us.

Especially for you.

What's wrong?

The orchestra is too loud.

Have you ever played this piece

with orchestra?

-I know it very well.

-So do I, young lady.

I've been playing

this since well before you were born.

It's not going to work like this.

But it would, if you'd play louder.

I'm standing right beside you

and I can hardly hear you.

That's because the orchestra

is drowning me.

Would you like us to go home?

Are we in your way?

Just tell us and we'll go.

Stop it.

Stop!

It's me.

I just came to say goodbye.

-You look great.

-Thanks.

I hope you do well.

You're a wonderful pianist.

So are you.

-How did the rehearsal go?

-The conductor is a complete assh*le.

I know.

But don't let him get to you.

Okay?

I'll try.

So I'll see you tomorrow

after your performance?

Okay.

Alexandra?

I'm going to miss you here.

It's just one more day.

You got this.

-Okay?

-Yeah.

Bye.

That was Brahms' Concerto No 2

performed by Alexandra Spinnler.

Come. Bath time.

Let's go.

Come. Bath time.

I'm your mom.

You can trust me, can't you?

Good grief.

Sorry.

I need to inform Catherine.

No.

-Don't.

-I have no choice. She needs to know.

-Please. They'll disqualify me.

-Perhaps that's for the best.

I have to play.

-I have to play.

-Okay.

I'm not leaving you alone tonight.

You're going to sleep in my bed.

I'll sleep on the sofa.

Thank you.

Okay. Thank you.

I wish you luck, Jennifer.

I hope you play well tonight.

And I hope the conductor

won't ruin your performance.

Why do you say that?

Because he's a stupid ass.

I fired him.

-What?

-Yeah.

I will conduct tonight from

behind the piano. Just like Mozart.

I didn't know we could fire

the conductor.

I talked to the director.

I said: 'I do not like this conductor.

I want to play without.'

He said: 'Okay. Your risk.'

-Why didn't they tell us?

-I don't know.

Maybe because of ego conductor.

He's just a jerk.

We're live in five seconds.

Five, four, three, two...

Good evening, dear viewers.

Welcome to this last evening

of the Queen Elisabeth Competition.

Tonight, we welcome to our panel Madeleine

Rousseau and Albert van der Wildt.

Mr Van der Wildt,

you've won this competition before.

How do you look back on it now?

It was physically very demanding.

Playing piano for ten to twelve hours

a day. It affects your nervous system.

-Ten, nine...

-It's time.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Your Majesties, ladies and gentlemen,

good evening.

And welcome to the last evening

of the Queen Elisabeth Competition.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

And welcome to Bozar.

This evening, each candidate willfirst

perform the imposed concerto

followed by a concerto of their choice.

In a moment,

we will hear Jennifer Rogiers.

She'll first render the imposed concerto,

Scarbo's Nocturne by George Van Dam.

After which, she will perform

Piano Concerto No 2 in C Minor

by Sergei Rachmaninoff.

Ladies and gentlemen... Jennifer Rogiers

and the conductor Alexandre Du Welz.

Fortunately for her,

her concerto of choice will be

the jury's real measure.

And I hope she'll redeem herself

with Rachmaninoff.

And I've heard she already could play

this concerto at the age of nine.

And she also said she had a special

emotional connection to it.

I must interrupt you

because she has just appeared on stage.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is Jennifer Rogiers

with Piano Concerto No 2

by Sergei Rachmaninoff.

Well done. Very good.

This was very intense.

Albert, what is your opinion?

If I've played exceptionally well,

I always feel like I've not done

that on my own.

I always feel enormous gratitude

towards the thing, whatever it is,

that has supported me in that moment.

And I have just experienced

a similar moment.

It was really...

magical.

I couldn't stay away.

Oh, Jen... You were fantastic.

-A standing ovation.

-That doesn't mean anything.

Others received a standing ovation, too.

-He's really good.

-Not as good as you are.

I don't know.

I know. Jen...

You are a unique talent.

What's wrong?

Jen?

-You knew.

-What?

You knew that he wasn't going to make it.

It was an unfortunate accident.

-Did you love Dad?

-Stop it.

-Stop it, Jen.

-Answer me.

-Stop.

-Answer me!

-Go away. Go away!

-Come on.

-Go away!

-What's wrong with you? Jen.

Go away, go away, go away.

Go away!

Your Majesties, ladies and gentlemen,

it is my pleasure to welcome you

to the second part of the evening.

We end this final week

with the candidate Fedir Nazarenko.

He will first perform

the imposed concerto,

Scarbo's Nocturne

by George Van Dam.

-You were fantastic.

-Thanks.

...by Sergei Prokofiev.

Ladies and gentlemen, Fedir Nazarenko

with the conductor Alexandre Du Welz.

Jennifer.

-Jennifer. Where are you going?

-It was Nazarenko.

-What?

-He crossed out my headshot.

-How do you know?

-I just do.

-I'm going for a walk.

-Now?

I'll be back in time for the results.

Do you want some company?

Stop worrying about me.

I'll be fine.

I just need some time by myself.

It's half past eleven, we're expecting

the jury on stage any moment now.

The tension in the room is palpable.

You can imagine

what the candidates must feel.

Your Majesties,

ladies and gentlemen,

it is my great honour

to announce

the results of the

Queen Elisabeth Competition.

Dear audience, here are the results.

First prize and winner of the

Queen Elisabeth Competition for piano...

Fedir Nazarenko.