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"JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH
THE MASTER OF MUSIC"

EPISODE I - "THE CHALLENGE

The commander sent a virtuoso
virtuoso like Louis Marchand

should be seen as a
high honor for us...

to the Dresden Court.

Certainly, it is unequaled.

But where else would I go?

since you kicked him out
from Versailles?

Italy sends its artists
abroad.

The Spanish Court
is very pia...

the English, puritanical.

In Vienna, there are two thousand monasteries.

And more than the music,
the ladies love target practice.

Should he go to Berlin?

To the miserable
Frederico Guilherme's court?

With your barrack manner?

Prussian King,
that's what his father wanted...

because Prussia was not interesting
for a Polish province.

But if the prince-king
of Saxony became king of Poland...

then the Brandenburger, too
will want to be king of something.

King of a sand can.

Where, with his scepter,
he will beat his nobility.

Why is the Elbe River
near Dresden is yellow?

He is ashamed to the core,
for he has to leave the country...

because as soon as you cross Meissen
you come across "Pruza".

Wonderful!

And what will it play for us now?

Pardon me, madam, a short break.
I've been playing for an hour and a half.

I understand. It will be granted.

I am overwhelmed.

A drink? Chocolate?

-Coffee, if possible.
-Clear.

How do you do it?

What, Miss?

With you, everything sounds so new
and different, like magic.

I treat the instrument
the French way, that's it.

Play sounds
that are not in the score.

I wouldn't be a virtuoso
if I didn't stick to the score.

But I'm afraid I wouldn't be
a true artist...

if I didn't add anything,
since it is only of my own making.

Normally, the artist uses
the harpsichord's registers only

to grade the volume according to your
according to your intention...

but I use them
to change the sound...

and this is the secret,
my beautiful child.

The conductor wanted to take a break,
bothering him with his questions.

Not at all! With the question,
the individual becomes sovereign.

So, questions usually...

be very troublesome to the rulers,
because they indicate competition.

So, allow me the question:
why did you leave Versailles?

Because the stories
that circulated were quite spicy.

They said it offended the king.

Unfortunately it was the other way around.
It was he who offended me.

I had a wife.
This lady despised me.

and I abandoned her.

She asked for a pension and the king demanded that
give her half of my salary.

And you?

I took it as
an offense, monsieur.

When I had to play again
before the Court...

I interrupted the play half way through
and said to the king

that since he would pay half my salary
of my salary to my wife.

that she was willing to play
the second half of the concert.

But did you do this
in front of the entire Court?

What was left for me to do, madam?

I would find it impolite to send
the Court away, but the King

sent me away.

It was certainly an expensive answer.

Yes, certainly, madam.

Character is a luxury
that only rarely pays off.

But it is through him that I now have
the pleasure of being in his circle.

-Please play the piece again!
-But my child!

Why not?

I am still the Duke Regent
of Saxony-Weimar.

I thought the music in the red castle
castle was over.

I had forbidden it,
with a fine of 10 thalers.

Bach thinks that the ban
does not refer to him.

So he needs
a reminder.

Let him think about what is written:

"I will come among you
and I will punish you.

You must love me."

Bach's contract
expressly states

that he is committed
to both courts.

Even so, I no longer tolerate
your contract any longer.

We read in Matthew: "We cannot
serve two masters".

Wouldn't it be better to disregard in the case
of such a talented man?

-Releve?
-I refer to Moses 3:18...

"You must not be vengeful
against the children of your people."

Greif, do you want to catechize me?

God knows that I am a merciful
merciful.

I ended begging,
driving the poor out of here.

I reformed the punishments...

bringing together in prisons the criminals
with the orphan children...

and not with the crazies.

And Christian virtue increased
sensibly in the region.

Every single mother knows...

who after giving birth will be arrested
and kept on bread and water.

There is no doubt. Posterity will
will know how to recognize...

the value of his government in this, our
decrepit and value-free century.

I don't tolerate weakness, Greif.

See to it that Bach stops
playing in the red castle.

Let my nephew erect his own
chapel if he wants to have music.

Scoundrel!

Too bad we don't hear it more often
in the municipal church!

That's right, I'm the castle organist.

We have in Weimar a music
that we never had before.

-I hope this continues.
-Why not?

I have the rank of chapel master
of the Court, which is liquid and certain.

Don't get me wrong...

but I have contact
with Court Marshal Greif.

The duke disapproves of your music
in the red castle.

But there would not be a single note
of my music in Weimar...

without the red castle.

The duke is irascible.

-I have my contract!
-Just right. You are a servant of the Court.

As a servant of the Court, I make
music, and I do not bow!

Don't underestimate the warning.

I speak as a friend.

Certainly.

Thank you for the warning.

And for all that you have done
for peace.

You must really see me
as a friend.

What is it?

The leading cabinet minister
Cabinet, Your Majesty.

"Augustus expule horum
electus ex horum..."

Come in, Flemming!

You want to embarrass me in front of my
Poles with your farmhouse Latin?

Ne absolu conductivo.

What a shame!

Is that all you have ready for me?

I will wait, Wesnich!

-Your Majesty!
-Ah, Flemming!

Come on!

Take a look.

The sketch of the staircase
for the new theater.

No, I didn't like it.

Let's see what Köppelmann says.

If only
cost a little less...

Now, that makes the money
circulate.

The whole of Europe must speak
about my Dresden.

In fact, there is already more talk about us
than of Madrid or Milan...

St. Petersburg alone is spoken
as much as.

And, at most...

there is a lot of comment about
Versailles...

By the way, I've learned
that this Marchand...

has drawn attention
around here.

This artist draws attention
all over Europe.

For 10 years Marchand was
organist at the Court in Versailles...

arrived as the king's harpsichordist; no
without exaggeration: he is unique in his métier.

He is even considered
superior to Couperin.

We will make use of it.

My son won the Antonio Lotti
in Venice for our opera.

and if we also have him as a
representative of the French style...

I believe there are contrasts between
the Italian and French styles...

which, in my opinion
do not go together very well.

Now, there are also among my
Poles and my Saxons!

If you put it all together, the Polish nobility
benefits from Saxon money.

And the Saxon craftsman
of the Polish works.

Well then,
look at the contrast!

Let's offer this Marchand
a post with urgency...

so that it stays.

And even before the first
opera by Lotti.

And if our brave chapel director
of chapel...

have problems
with the French style...

then Marchand should
consult him.

Rest assured, Your Majesty.

As you can see...

we have mastered the French style
completely, Monsieur Marchand.

Forgive me, but I must disagree.

In the first, second, third
and the seventh bar of the adagio

the viola came in first.

And in the ninth, the oboe made
a trill.

But here there is not a trill.

And I can't find an entry
in the score, Monsieur Schmidt.

In addition, I allow myself the observation
that octaves are scored.

Or is your reading different?

The drag on the adagio is
cantabile, Monsieur Marchand.

It is common for the musician to embellish
his voice.

It is common in all Italian
Italian works.

But it is not common in the French overtures
French openings of Monsieur Lully.

If Monsieur Lully wanted
such an opening...

he would have written it.

Music is not made only
of notes, Monsieur Marchand!

But without following them,
the music escapes us.

Monsieur Marchand, we have no intention
intention of demeaning M. Lully.

It is merely a matter of the accuracy
in interpreting it.

And that is the only reason I am here.

On this point, we have extensive
experience.

Why then do you ask my opinion
opinion...

if you don't want to hear it...

and don't want to take advantage
from it?

Thank you, gentlemen!

No, no, no, no!

I value Count Flemming's assessment
in every way, you know.

but to send Monsieur Marchand
control our rehearsal...

This is really too much.

Teach us how to play
Lully's overtures!

French style!

As if in the Dresden orchestra
there are not enough people...

who studied French style in Paris!
You for example! And for a long time!

Yes, but now we are playing
in Dresden...

and the music of Dresden has
its own specificity.

Precisely. We don't need
need a French master anymore.

He makes music like he exercises!
exercises!

French style!

French style! As if we don't
know what French style is!

Do we have to swallow that?

But he is the most famous
famous harpsichordist in Europe.

Maybe he needs someone
to stifle his haughtiness.

I will introduce you
to your master.

They take it as a diversion, it seems to me...

how our French guest gets along
misunderstands the chapel at court.

The Marchand case is already
everywhere.

But my father wants to see him in
Warsaw, it is his express wish.

And here, Countess Woronzow wants
to invite you to St. Petersburg as well.

And the Princess of Saint-Germain says:
"Convince Marchand to return to Paris.

Try that at least...

For François Couperin would be
Possible as a composer...

but not as a
Marchand's replacement".

In other words, the French court
bows down before Dresden.

His efforts refer only to music.
only to music.

Although the King of France
was not ill advised...

should have married a Ratzewil
or at least a Czertoriska.

I hope the lady had a
an excellent night's sleep...

my venerable wife.

Without you, as usual.
My dearest...

your intense autumn storms
are bad for my skin.

Is that so?

It always seemed to me
that roses grow best...

while the shadow of the night
protects them.

-What are the subjects of the letters?
-They deal with Marchand.

Ah, Marchand...

At the moment, I think he thinks
he can challenge the whole world.

This idea is worthy of a "maître
de plaisir", my dear Count...

we lead him to it,
we tried.

-Don't you think so too?
-Shall we?

He challenges the first
virtuosos of Europe.

Throw them the gauntlet...

-He's getting curious ideas.
-You bring him to it.

The Flemming Palace
from now on...

will be available
as a dispute area!

Since my dear
wife doesn't...

No, my dear husband.

I leave you the pleasure
of the glow and the thunder...

as long as you don't touch
my roses.

Otherwise in that choice...

the thunder seems softer...

it has no thorns.

The cantata is good.

In memory of our former
chapel-master of the Court...

he could not have
found a more worthy one.

The old man has always been
a faithful servant.

For more than 30 years, he was
my chapel-master at Court.

He was not an astonishment of talent.

Unfortunately, in poor health.
But, nevertheless, correct.

He was never rebellious.

You provided
a dignified burial.

"Be faithful unto death...

And I will give you the crown of life."

Have you thought about a successor?

It can only be one.
Bach, excellence.

Bach is still a concert master,
that is out of the question.

I'll put it bluntly, monsieur.
The king likes you.

How they say that your art of improvisation
of improvisation is unique...

as well as his way of dealing
with the carnation...

I don't fear any kind
of comparison.

For he challenges it.

The Minister makes his
his palace for a championship.

And for the first ladies of the nobility
it will certainly be a pleasure...

discreetly reach the important
important ears from the outside...

to make this news
public there, with good reason.

-Should I auction myself off?
-The ladies wish it.

The ladies are thirsty
for their victories.

Or would I have someone to fear?

No, I wouldn't know who to.

The regent cabinet minister
will be pleased.

So will you accept the proposal?

Well, what am I left with?

What would be more appropriate?

There is no better revenge
of Versailles.

Although I think it's kind of silly.

Have competitions on how you
thrills with an adagio.

or catches fire with an allegro.

But I think I am man enough
to dare to do it.

And every music hall has always
has always been a battlefield...

where the audience will crucify you
if you don't conquer it.

I have been doing some research, Greif.

Who do you think is the most important musician
important musician in the region today?

Heinichen in Dresden.

-Don't say it!
-Konau in Leipzig.

-Too old.
-Fasch, in Gera.

Gera, discarded.

-Graupner in Darmstadt.
-No, not Graupner, please.

So, of course, there is no one
better than Bach here in Weimar.

Why don't you inform yourself
better, Greif? And Telemann.

Bach next to Telemann?

Bach is down, Greif.

Bach will no longer direct. Also
will compose nothing more for me.

Concert master and organist.
That's enough.

Bach needs no more
than that.

I believe that this
will not satisfy you.

He still needs to be paid for the
music in the red castle.

This was never strictly
strictly forbidden.

Even Bach
has a head for thinking.

And since he stopped doing it
hard, he died for me.

-Cousin WaIter is there.
-Forget him.

When you're not playing,
studying, rehearsing...

driving or inspecting organs,
you are composing.

It never seems to get tired.

There is always a lot to do.

Guess who sent
memories.

-Compadre Telemann.
-Thank you!

He had just about
had also come to Weimar.

As chapel-master.

The duke formally offered it to her.

But Telemann wrote
saying that Bach

was already the best chapel-master
he could find.

That was 10 weeks ago.

Now he asks if he can
congratulate him.

I told you.

Gessen told you too.
And others too.

The duke is vengeful.

I wrote cantatas for the Duke
and organ pieces galore.

As an organist, I am the last
of all musicians.

Below me are only the pied piper
municipal and the substitute.

But the duke granted him the title
of concert master.

Yes, formal procedures.
He himself would have forgotten!

Who should
be vengeful?

Talk to the duke, Sebastian.

Yes...

Now I make a point
of an audience.

Here comes again the master
of concerts Bach.

He turned out to be
a real torment.

Begging, too
is a Thuringian evil.

And the gypsies.

The chancellor says that His Excellency
will now bring progress.

The gypsies will all be arrested...

but for the poor in the region
there will be improvements.

-Will he have work for them?
-Not that, but free school.

Catechism and reading.

It is clear that with this
they won't make any money.

Yes, but in return you will get
free burial.

On the dispositions of 1715,
14, 13 to the year four of the archive.

Good morning, gentlemen!

Good morning, concert master.

Did a note come today
of when I can see the duke?

I am here for the third time.

That's right, your audience!

I don't think it will come to anything,
concertmaster.

I have to let you know that...

his excellence owes no satisfaction
about his highest duties...

but would inform you in time
about his duties.

-That's it?
-Yes, that's it.

For the rest, on future matters
you may address...

to his future superior,
the chapel-master of the Court, Drese.

Drese?

Dresewille?

Of whom I was superior
as a concert master.

because he was not enough
as chapel-master for the duke?

Excuse me, Mr. Chapel Master,
I have a lot of work to do. Good day.

Remember, Zapf...

in 1681 there was also
an act about begging.

Now I'm wrong.
Let's go from the beginning, brother-in-law.

It's too fast for me.

Once again, Bach composed
a grandiose work.

I confirm, grandiose.

but difficult.

Very fast.

Couldn't we make it a little easier next time?
to make it a little easier?

Soon it will get easier, as soon as you
you learn to play better, brother-in-law.

The theme goes to the feet,
so that it makes you want to dance.

How my dear wife is
sour with me today!

See that, Bach?

I am the fool.

And you, the greatest of us all.

-Major, no, Your Excellency.
-Oh, yes, dear Bach.

The sonata is finished.
Its overall bass always amazes me.

It must not be a big deal
my profession.

In Weimar you can't get more
than chapel-master.

You're kidding, right?

The chapel has been
under his direction for years.

The old duke refused to even
talk to me about it.

-But this is unbelievable!
-No, this is very good!

Why do you still stay here, Bach?

I will take him with me to Köthen,
with pleasure!

Take the offer, Bach!

If that's not enough for the
duke's chapel-master.

I will make him chapel-master
of the Court of the principality.

And you will receive
twice as much as the predecessor.

But we don't have such
such good ones over there, a pity.

But...
Köthen is retired.

That's why there's a prince
who plays the viola da gamba...

the same status
as my court marshal.

A rather surprising offer, Excellency.
surprising, Excellency.

Is
it be so surprising?

I was just hoping that in Weimar
would dispense with his services.

If accepted, it begins
the first of August.

I will send you the contract
immediately.

Come on, Bach!

I will die of laughter if the old man
gets rid of you like this.

The high lords make promises
too easily...

but they are not solid rock
that can be built upon.

You shouldn't decide
hastily.

For nine years I played the organ
for the duke.

I played violin, regi choir and a cappella,
I made music when and how he wanted.

and now Drese will become
the chapel-master of the Court?

But your salary remains.
And you can compose as before.

Barbara, until now, when I wrote
a cantata, I presented it.

And he determined the cadence
and presentation.

She sounded the way I wanted her to sound.

And now, it will sound
like Dresewille can.

Yes, that is terrible.

As long as nothing is right,
you should hold the position.

And in the organ, you are the sovereign.

Touching there is an old woman's fart.

That's right, old woman's fart.

No, no, no!

Chapel Master of the Court
of the principality in Köthen.

If he makes it true,
Barbara...

I wonder what I should
write on the score in the future...

for which I receive money
from the city council on the 16th?

Should I write what Dresewille
can do?

But I can't do only
what Dresewille can do!

There was something...

Ah, here!

Sorry, concertmaster...

the amount of six guldens
and six groschen

for the annual quota
of double sheet music paper...

was cut off by his Excellency's
his Excellency's personal instruction.

The new chapel-master Drese...

does not require paper.

Mr. Concert Master!
Mr. Concert Master!

Yes?

So I don't have to take it to your
home. It costs two groschen.

Okay.

Thank you.

Barbara!

Barbara!

Correspondence!

-What happened?
-Correspondence!

Wow, you scared me!

Volumier wrote from Dresden.

In Dresden is the Marchand,
the famous French virtuoso.

and I must go there anyway...

for Marchand invited everyone
to a championship at the harpsichord.

Volumier says that if word gets out,
imagine who might be heard there.

But can you leave?

I need to go there.
The Marchand alone is worth the trip.

Do you really think the duke
will let you go?

-In the situation you are in?
-In my position...

I no longer need
need authorization from the duke.

-Here!
-From Köthen?

Yes, the contract.

Read on!

456 guldens!

Instead of 316!
It's 140 guldens!

And rent.

And wood for heating.

Read here, look...

Here.

He gives me the unique supervision
and determination...

on all the chamber music of the
the court and meals of the principality.

And I, with the title
of chapel-master of the prince.

I will be on the same level
of the court marshal.

Johann Sebastian Bach.

And I can compose.

The contract can run
as of August.

I will sign it immediately.

But I don't think he will let
you go.

Why?

Who you don't think to support
you won't want to keep either.

If the duke no longer needs
my music...

will be happy to get rid of me.

I will sign it.

Chapel Master of the Court
of Köthen.

Johann

Sebastian.

Bach.

There.

My children will no longer be
the children of a servant.

And the wife of the mayor
of Köthen...

you will have to greet
my wife first.

I can't even imagine.

You don't have to imagine,
you will live it all.

Well then, dear Marchand,
what else can we do?

His challenge: or he won't be
taken seriously by anyone...

or you will be feared by everyone. I hope
very much that the second is the case.

Although that is a terror.

An artist with whom
no other dares to measure himself against...

will have been abandoned by everyone,
even by his enemies.

And the only one who so far
has announced himself here...

is one of your admirers,
as Count Mordax informed me.

The Court Organist
of his Excellency

Duke Wilhelm Ernst of Weimar.

After kindly taking
aware of your title...

the man certainly has a name, too.

Yes, it does.

Bach. He must have friends
in the chapel of the Court here.

They intercede for him there.
Do you know our chapel?

Yes, I had the pleasure.

So, if you want to know
this Bach...

I must have too many admirers,
excellence.

But what I need
is a challenger.

And Bach has already signed the contract
with the Prince of Köthen.

Are you sure about that?

Your nephew told me
this way.

Complete triumph!

And with a smile.

His uncle would take the most capable
capable heads from the principality.

This time he was wrong, Greif.

Bach stays.

Will the concert master receive
a negative answer afterwards?

No response.

He will realize that this
is also an answer.

In fact, we need to start
from the legal principle...

described by Thomasius
as follows:

Sovereigns are to their subjects
as parents are to their children...

having the right
of determination and punishment.

Powendorf arrives at the same
result.

and now literally...

the obedience of subjects
to authority.

for it
is necessarily due...

is not even part
of his free will.

But I am in this contract
by my own free choice.

That doesn't change anything.
Römer writes

that as soon as you are born
into the "lap" of a ruler...

or is under his protection,
his duties as a subject begin.

-I can dodge your protection.
-For God's sake!

Not only would he lose
all the rights of a subject...

but also the loss
of all assets and property.

But only if they catch me.

Even so.

The duke can demand your extradition
in the entire territory of the Holy Empire...

of every authority
and of every prince-regent.

State Order of Saxony-Thuringia,
title 48, chap. 3.

Thus, the King of Prussia had to
to extradite the Countess Cosel...

to Saxony, even though she had
put herself under his protection.

But that...

-The conditions are absurd.
-You wanted to know about your situation.

That's the one.

Well?

Will compadre Meckmach
will help you with your rights?

-No?
-No.

Because I have no right.

The duke, if he wants, can
bury me in his Weimar.

-So it's serious, Sebastian.
-Yes, very serious.

You need to cancel Dresden.

If I am put aside
here, no.

Then I don't see why I shouldn't
should go to the Marchand.

I took my quarterly money.

You take money from the duke
without doing any service for it!

He holds me here, so
he can pay me too!

And, for not answering me,
I'm going to Dresden.

Volumier, you didn't write me that I
should participate in the tournament!

I am not even prepared!

-But if I can...
-Please pay attention.

There were fights
around the chapel.

Marchand offended
the Court chapel.

And I know that you would be the only one with the
tine to get it back on track.

But now I advise against
this dispute.

-What can happen to me?
-You lose!

And then it will be worse for us.

That French arrogance!
No, let me cancel.

He is the most famous harpsichordist in
harpsichordist in Europe.

Therefore, to lose him
is no dishonor.

Come on, spit it out.

Who, from which countries, and how many
will compete?

No one. You are the only one.

-Can I hear you?
-Yes, I've arranged it.

Later tonight. Later tonight
night at the Fleming Palace.

I don't want to underestimate
German music...

but German musicians seem too servile
too servile to their overlords...

to be able to be sovereign
in music.

And the fame of Weimar,
as I learned...

is one of the worst.

Lots of religion, but few ideas.

Like this Prussian king.

He trains 50,000 soldiers...

But there isn't a musician on the court.

They think they are virtuous and pious,
but act in a miserable way.

But this Bach
makes an excellent impression.

Wherever it goes.

Yes, I heard.

The man seems to be witty.

So much the better.

I at least don't stoop...

if I measure myself with a man like that.

Brilliant!

Great!
Sovereign!

I warned you.

Yes, it did.

The harpsichord is an exceptional
exceptional instrument. It is a Silbermann.

You have to make sure
that I can test it tomorrow afternoon.

But its condition:

all the difficulties
you can imagine.

Accepted.

I'm sure it must be torture
for you to hear me.

I cannot do it according to
your will.

The French ladies are certainly
are much more skilled than me.

Totally.

At least, not in music.

They tell stories
that are quite harsh.

Hard stories are heard
everywhere.

The lack of manners increases with the narrator's
the narrator's distance from the facts.

Here at Court we are very close
and you see little of it.

The Court is Catholic and all of
Saxony is Protestant.

Then the shepherds keep watch like watchdogs.
watch like watchdogs.

They will never forgive the king for the fact
that he became a Catholic.

Thank you!

Will you have tea with me?

Paris must be very beautiful.

And the Court of Versailles...

I would like to go there.

Thank you.

But who knows
what they would think about it?

It would be like a daisy
among orchids.

Is it true that they use
deep necklines?

Before Madame Maintenon became
so pious, she used to say

that spring snow
only looks beautiful through the buttons.

And was she also guided by that?

She and all the ladies of the court.

Even the late summer snow
did not get rid of the buttons.

My beautiful child,
do not be frightened!

There is no news of a man who
has been blinded by this.

The runny nose increased, and that was it.

Now I understand why there is no
match for you on the harpsichord.

Really?

Yes, because it touches you as freely as your thoughts.
free as your thoughts.

What is it?

The harpsichord is being tuned.
For tomorrow, I think.

This is not Lebell.

Whoever you are...

Curious way to tune.

Monsieur Marchand!

Who is tuning the harpsichord?

Monsieur Marchand, if I
also wear a dress like that...

with the French neckline,
but for you...

I need to know
who is on the harpsichord!

Why does he despise me?

I don't understand
what you are so shocked by!

Because he knows
another kind of music.

From this well-seasoned atmosphere
that makes the 24 shades possible.

-Remember, Lebell.
-Just a theoretical joke.

You said it yourself. There is no
how to use this in the composition.

He knows!

Go from D major
to C minor...

from C sharp minor to A
minor sharp or a major.

-Which ways?
-Direct.

Because he uses a whole line
of small third chords...

and transforms it into scales.

But that doesn't work!
He would enter the devil's kitchen!

It just doesn't go in!
That is the mystery.

Neither Corelli, nor Vivaldi.

not even the young and daring Rameau
composes a chord in B flat minor.

Nobody wrote
in F major.

And why should he?

He knows. He knows
the whole circle of farms.

He dominates you like our antipodes
dominate the other side of the moon.

He strolls there and delights.

But the harmonic laws of the
harmonic laws of the 24 tones have not yet been researched.

But he dominates them.

A man who in all his
work never left...

of small towns-residence
of princes...

towns, cities that do not have as many as 500 houses, like Weimar.
as many as 500 houses, like Weimar.

And in such provincialism he manages to
create a new musical universe...

and overcome it.

And to measure yourself against someone like that...
No, no!

That was not the deal!

If I add it up, there are two shades
that shook him so much.

The rest is speculation.

What do you want to console me for?
Lebell?

The public loves him.
You know their taste.

If I were an impostor, I would try to
deceive Bach in a nice way.

But you must win!

If your stay here
is longer.

You have no choice!

You say it, I have no choice.

It has always demanded the challenge!

But I compete
without a single chance!

Trust your audience!

No, Lebell.

What would this victory be, of which
would I have to be ashamed of forever?

But it was you who proclaimed
the challenge! You can't leave!

Lebell, it would be against my
conscience to win.

Just as it is against my
honor to lose.

I have to run away. It will be
a shame if I run.

-Otherwise, too.
-Just right.

Only by running away do I save myself
from harsh public humiliation.

Back to France...

where Bach is unknown...

and no one doubts my
my mastery of tonalities.

Back to France.

Later tonight.

I don't think there is anyone missing
of name and position in the Court.

Only the king asked to be excused.

Isn't tonight your usual evening
with the Countess Döner?

The Countess has just entered
the enclosure, please...

Poor thing.

Pity how the king neglects her
with his tedious business.

He works too hard.

Just those trips between Dresden,
Krakow and Warsaw...

If he were less robust,
it wouldn't hold.

The Minister!

Together, they have so much
territory in Poland.

that they could exchange
for all of Saxony.

The Minister is impatient. He
looks at his watch all the time.

Did you receive
bad news?

Could it be that in the end
Bach was afraid?

I just heard that they sent for him
for him; he hasn't arrived yet.

Mr. Bach, as I thought.

-No Bach, Monsieur Marchand!
-Monsieur Marchand?

Did something happen to the
with the carriage?

Or is it that he is not well?

Intemperate as you left
the palace yesterday?

No, he rehearsed.

Wonderfully.
I heard him rehearsing.

Before, the harpsichord was being
tuned. I was taking a lesson.

Then Monsieur Marchand
left me...

and then he played it in a way
incomparable, as never before.

No, that's where you're wrong,
my dear.

He left the palace still
while the harpsichord was being played.

Countess von Richtshein saw him
leaving with her own eyes.

Still while the harpsichord
was being played?

Yes, ask her!

Was the tuner the only one
still present?

They were in Marchand's
of Marchand. Everything is empty.

-Abandoned.
-Hijacked! Understand that!

Compose yourself, child.

If there was a crime here, it would be
quickly cleared up...

since our minister regent
is personally engaged.

Dear attendees.
Ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight's tournament
will no longer take place.

-What happened to Monsieur Marchand?
-What happened to him?

Monsieur Marchand left this
this city before sunrise.

In secret,
without any farewell.

I regret what happened, as do all of you, and
and I find it surprising.

-Mr. Court organist.
-Who?

Mr. Bach, court organist,
from Weimar.

He asks if your presence
is still necessary.

If Monsieur Marchand
does not appear here, then no.

Madame, Monsieur Marchand...

will not appear,
at all.

But will we dissolve our society
in honor of Monsieur Marchand?

In my opinion, half a concert.

is still better
than no concert.

Please, Mr. Bach.
We are waiting for you.

I don't think I should have
done that.

We are finally waiting for the musician
for which Marchand left us.

I hope he doesn't
remember what we have lost...

I imagine he's working hard to make up for his loss.
to make up for the loss.

-You obviously don't come from Paris.
-Nobody expected that.

They could have lent him a better outfit
to him. It is totally out of fashion.

Daddy's coming! Daddy!

Get my things.

How was it?

Sebastian!

Well, I guess!

Yes!

The riders came back.

Have you heard from the Chancellery?

Here it is!

You didn't go there?

Several times... But no
word from the Court Secretary.

Mr. Bach!

Is the court organist and concert master
Bach concertmaster, Johann Sebastian?

You know my husband, Marhold!

I am in charge of...

on behalf of His Excellency

take him to the state judge's chambers
state judge and arrest him.

In the state judge's chamber?

Arrest?

Bach?

With thieves and bums?

Why?

But compadre...

has to refute the judge's decision.

From the judge to the high court...

are three instances...

This easily takes a year.

And in the last instance,
you end up depending on the duke...

because he ends up being
the supreme judge.

But what is left for me?

Only the path of forgiveness.

What can I expect?

Everything, comadre, everything.

-Everything.
-Nothing. And he knows it.

Later today I will put all our things
our things in the cart...

and spread the word to all friends
and acquaintances...

that the Duke arrested my husband as a bandit after
bandit after nine years of service.

destroying his career.

And that would be exactly
the wrong thing to do.

Yes.

Just out of curiosity:
Hasn't Bach changed his mind yet?

No. Although he has already been in jail
for four weeks, your honor.

Four weeks.

-And the wife emptying the house.
-Is that so?

How could you not know that,
being a marshal of the Court?

I am thinking of other means
to bring Bach to his senses.

Proverbs, Solomon 25:

"Those who punish
will find pleasure...

and blessings will be upon them".

Pardon me...

I don't think it is
advisable, your honor.

Why not?

Bach's arrest caused several rumors
rumors abroad and draws attention.

In Anhalt, in Lüneburg,
as well as in Hesse.

It was also heard of in Dresden.
of the fact in Dresden as well.

The Prince of Köthen has strong ties
ties to the king of Prussia.

He publicly cited the prisoner
as his court chapel-master.

Dresden is irritated because
the unsuccessful mediation.

And next to Minister Flemming
it is said that since his concert

he enjoys the highest reputation.

This does not undermine my
authority in any way, Greif.

But it does damage
Your Excellency's fame.

As a musician,
Bach is already too well known...

to be treated
as a common subject.

You can do it,
but it damages the image.

A nice revenge.

After owing all his fame
only to me.

The act itself is vexatious.

Greif!

Free Bach!

But in dishonor,
what we do not hide.

Let's destroy the minutes.

We never had a musician
with that name. Not in this Court.

-Who's playing there?
-Schubart.

Bach's successor.

What is he playing?

Bach, with your permission,
Excellency.

Let it stop!

Now!

Stop!

Stop!

Then it looked like a post office...

but it wasn't a post office...

was the state judge's chamber.

It was not a courier!

Perhaps it was your
farewell to the organ, Sebastian.

In Köthen you will no longer
be a church musician anymore.

I don't just have to make
music on the organ.

But they won't be able to
forget him in Weimar.

Who knows...