Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Buh, buh, buh, bum, buh, buh, buh, bum. ♪

I knew you wanted your keys back as quickly as possible.

I rescued him for a hundred rubles

I know you're working.

-(crying) -And that movement can tell us

and she's also the concertmaster for Berlin.

Eventually, it goes away.

the last time we'll see each other.

Thank you, Andris.

Beats the hell out of me.

-Never, really? -No.

It's too big, Eliot.

All of us at The New Yorker welcome you.

(scoffs) Save it.

I can't find my Metoprolol anywhere.

-Thank you, Max. Very good. -Thanks.

an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar and a Tony.

-(quietly): Yes. -Thank you.

just in time for Christmas, a perfect stocking stuffer,

an informal poll about possibly pairing the Five

(Tár exhales softly)

Along with a considerable amount of music.

"I'll..." (sputters)

I-I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name.

(panting softly)

Um, this part here.

(orchestra playing classical music)

Yeah, can you check again, please?

How about Monday?

Just... Sorry. (chuckles) One more question.

I'm going straight to Lucian.

I fought. He ran. What's to tell?

(indistinct whispering continues)

now is the time to conduct music

A bit with Karajan, too.

No. I didn't want to burden her with it.

(chiming continues)

Right after the Wall came down.

No, no. I-I'm-I'm sorry, Maestro.

That email she sent you, it felt like she was already...

♪ Your mother's buried deep ♪

Mm-hmm. I'll send it to you right now.

You may want to hold off on that.

(woman continues screaming)

-Mm-hmm. -How should I reply?

(speaking German)

or-or skill in it or not.

(light knocking)

-When did this fall happen? -Uh, it's all a blur.

And it almost falls on your birthday.

-She tried to send me signals. -Well, what kind of signals?

I couldn't help but see you flinch just a little bit

Maybe we could stop somewhere and take a swim.

I mean, the signal-to-noise ratio,

Uh, what time are you leaving tomorrow?

If you examine the sketchbooks he used,

I couldn't care less about the Juilliard thing.

It's not like you two are in a relationship.

(indistinct chatter)

I-I wondered if you'd be at all bothered

(whispers): Why?

... gathering this afternoon.

(speaking German)

As if that's not enough, her new book, Tár on Tár,

That's as far as I've gotten.

And I want you to know it wasn't an easy one.

The topic comes up in every Citibank meeting

with being an accused Nazi?

and apparently a deposition.

-(claps hands) -Max.

God, a nobody who has nothing better to do

when they heard the bell toll

to differentiate artists?

I'd never have the position here were it not for you.

(applause fades)

I'm not really into Bach.

-Yes, well. -(kissing)

She had so much promise.

The entire first printing will always be available.

but the main thing is we proceed with this immediately.

I was listening to yours with the Israeli Phil,

to watch the Turing machine trot out Chopin One.

Honestly, as a BIPOC, pangender person,

... who said they weren't sure why they decided

before speaking with anyone at Accordion.

and tell them how much pain you're in.

Thank you, but I am jet-lagged. I go to sleep now.

-about, uh, translation? -Mm-hmm.

(speaking German)

It's got nothing to do with what they're accusing you of.

TÁR: No. No, it's not.

on his, uh, fifth symphony,

(playing gentle melody)

Is this the right one?

that for years he didn't set another author to music.

which alludes to other Accordion fellows

was "a Negro product exploited by the Jews."

Andris told me not to worry, but... (scoffs)

and you guest conduct for a major or minor orchestra,

-The three of us were so close. -Yes.

Please step over to the fishbowl.

Well, rotate somewhere, yes.

It's pretty awesome.

Okay. (chuckles)

So, slippery as it is,

was all section members?

Apparently, she committed suicide.

Okay? (puffing)

to interfere with our sectionals.

Well, unfortunately, I won't be there.

-All right, um... -(playing stops)

you will no doubt feel the tragedy and-and the pathos.

I really have nothing to complain about.

-"both the cock and the hen." -The hen.

I mean, somewhere, I've got a picture of her

(Sharon sniffs)

You know, the only real, uh, discovery for me

to be locked up alone with two old ladies like us.

You know, like, uh, something like Bach's Mass in B minor.

He's probably already run to Andris. (scoffs)

(Tár breathes sharply)

Yes, yes. Uh, stage left A camera.

(speaking German)

This is my score.

the purpose of which is to rate you.

-Right? -(sniffles)

-not more than a few months. -Hmm.

Is this something you shared with Sharon?

Is all right if I play?

The worst kind.

Okay. Perhaps you...

like Jimmy Levine.

Apparently, this hasn't even crossed your mind.

You're the first to know.

Come on, what do you think?

Then I will organize a caucus, and we'll take a vote.

(exhales slowly)

-Harald? -(Harald speaks German)

so we can schedule showings around them.

like, uh, disregarding the tempo primo

(orchestra playing jaunty classical music)

(playing Bach's Präludium und Fuge C-Dur. BWV 846)

Do we all have our rating sheets?

I mean, it feels quaint to keep things single-gender.

I finished reading your manuscript.

I'm suspicious of the E natural in the cello line.