The Yellow Tie (Cravata galbenă)

The great city of Iași is gathered today

to honour one of our nation's bravest, most devoted servants.

COME TO BERLIN IMMEDIATELY. PROFESSOR HEINZ TIESSEN.

Professor, it's me!

Professor Tiessen, it's me. Celibidache…

Celibidache!

Celibidache.

Come in. Quickly!

Managed to get some chicken today.

Your hands…

Sergiu, your hands.

What?

Your hands are as free as a bird!

Conduct.

Sorry?

Conduct your score Sergiu. I play.

Yes…

No! You cannot do that.

You cannot open your arms like that.

It makes you weak in front of the orchestra.

You must always be in control of the orchestra.

Always in control.

Otherwise they will eat you alive.

Better. Much better!

Yes!

You feel the music so clearly.

The music flows through you. This is just sublime.

That's fine Professor, but I want to be a composer.

My dear Sergiu, you can compose all your life.

You're very good at it.

But I can see clearly:

conducting is your ticket into the Conservatory.

You're so natural, so light and graceful.

Again!

This is it.

You will find, on the list I have just pinned to the board,

the names of the successful candidates

for the Conservatory's forthcoming student intake.

In addition, to Mister…

Sergiu Celibidache,

admission is granted with a special distinction

"for excellence in conducting".

We're in, Professor!

We're in!

Look!

You did it.

Congratulations.

Heil Hitler. Good morning. Be seated.

Gentlemen, for today's lesson, we shall discuss

your own perception and appreciation of my concert of yesterday.

I trust you enjoyed it.

Who would like to share their thoughts?

Celibidache?

I'd rather not elaborate.

Please.

I… I thought the concert had some slight flaws.

Mistakes even.

Mistakes?

Well, first, the tempo was too fast.

Much too fast. Especially in the first movement.

And then, you still prioritised the first violins

after the melody had been taken over by the second violins.

In other words,

you are starting a sentence that you're not finishing.

Who else thought it was too fast?

I strongly disagree. I thought the tempo was just right.

And the balance between the violins, remarkable.

Sorry you didn't get it.

Well, you see, this becomes a purely subjective point of view.

Our Viennese friend here seems to have appreciated the concert.

Mr. Celibidache…

If your talent is as big as your arrogance,

you might actually go very far.

Until then, you will learn from those who have the experience

and have been chosen to teach you.

Thank you, Sir. I will.

Wonderful… So, where were we?

Stop!

Bit late?

On my way home, officer.

Search him.

Romanian…

Drop your trousers!

Sorry?!

Your trousers. Do it!

Carry on!