Original subtitles

symphony music by Mozart playing

man Mozart!

music continues

Mozart!

Forgive your assassin!

| confess, | killed you!

Si, | killed you, Mozart.

Pietal

Mozart, pieta! Forgive your assassin!

Forgive me, Mozart!

turning doorknob and knocking on door

Signore Salieri, open the door, be good now!

Signore, we have something special for you.

Something you're going to love.

enthusiastically Mmm...

Is that good!

Signore, believe me...

this is the most delicious thing | ever ate in my life!

Really, signore, you don't know what you're miss--

Salieri screaming and thudding

All right, that's enough, signore! Open the door.

Salieri moaning and groaning

Signore, if you don't open this door

we're gonna eat everything and we're gonna leave nothing for you.

And I'm never gonna come and see you again!

glass crashing and thudding on piano keys

pained moaning

-Salieri gasps -object clatters

labored raspy breathing

"Symphony No. 25" by Mozart playing

moans

-music continues -excited chatter

men shouting indistinctly

patients screaming and clamoring

patients screaming and clamoring

guard Good morning, Father.

piano music playing

Herr Salieri?

Ll

Leave me alone.

continues playing

| cannot leave alone a soul in pain.

Do you know who | am?

That makes no difference.

All men are equal in God's eyes.

Are they?

Offer me your confession.

| can offer you God's forgiveness.

How well are you trained in music?

N Lol RNui=H | studied it in my youth.

-Where? -Here in Vienna.

Ah! Then you must know this.

plays a tune

| can't say that | do.

What is it?

It was a very popular tune in its day.

| wrote It.

Here, how about this?

plays a tune

This one brought down the house when we played it first.

soprano singing

orchestra playing

music ends

-audience applauds SRl

Well?

| regret it is not too familiar.

Can you recall no melody of mine?

| was the most famous composer in Europe.

| wrote 40 operas alone.

Herel

\What about this one?

plays "Serenade in G Major" by Mozart

hums along

Rum, pum-- Yes, | know that!

That's charming!

I'm sorry, | didn't know you wrote that.

| didn't.

That was Mozart.

Wolfgang...

Amadeus Mozart.

The man you accuse yourself of killing.

You've heard that?

Is It true?

For God's sake, my son...

If you have something to confess, do it now.

Give yourself some peace.

was my idol.

playing harpsichord

Salieri Mozart.

| can't think of a time when | didn't know his name.

| was still playing childish games

when he was playing music for kings and Emperors.

Even the pope in Rome.

admit, | was jealous...

when | heard the tales they told about him.

Not of the brilliant little prodigy...

but of his father, who had taught him everything.

My father, he did not care for music.

When | told him...

how | wished | could be like Mozart he would say,

R R IRl to be a trained monkey?

Would you like me to drag you around Europe

doing tricks like a circus freak?"

chuckles

How could | tell him what music meant to me?

choir vocalizing

While my father prayed earnestly to God to protect commerce...

would offer up...

secretly...

the proudest prayer a boy could think of.

Lord, make me a great composer.

Let me celebrate your glory through music...

and be celebrated myself.

Make me famous through the worlaq, dear God.

Make me immortal.

After | die...

let people speak my name forever with love for what | wrote.

In return...

| will give you my chastity...

my industry...

my deepest humility, every hour of my life.

Salieri Amen.

And do you know what happened?

A miracle!

Francesco wheezing and choking

woman Francesco!

Francesco!

speaking ltalian

choir singing Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen

choir singing Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen

My life changed forever.

Of course, | knew God had arranged it all.

That was obvious.

One minute | was a frustrated boy in an obscure little town.

The next | was here...

in Vienna, city of musicians,

and Emperor Joseph, the musical Kking.

In a few years, | was his court composer.

Isn't that incredible?

Night after night | sat right next to the Emperor of Austria

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correcting the royal sight-reading.

Actually, the man had no ear at all.

But what did it matter?

He adored my music.

Everybody liked me.

| liked myself...

until he came.

He came to Vienna to play some of his music...

at the residence of his employer the Prince-Archbishop of Salzburg.

band playing

Eagerly | went there to seek him out.

That night...

changed my life.

As | wandered through the salon, | played a little game with myself.

This man had written his first concerto at the age of four,

his first symphony at seven,

a full-scale opera at twelve.

Did it show?

IS talent like that written on the face?

Which one of them. ..

could he be?

woman screaming excitedly

-door slams open -woman yelping and laughing

door opens

door closes

-man yelps excitedly -woman screams

speaking indistinctly

Mozart is not here.

screaming and laughing

-Stop it! -man | am.

-Stop it! ST o o olgle H1 8

-woman Stop it! -man I am.

| am! I'm stopping it. Slowly.

There. You see? |'ve stopped.

-Now we're going back. -No!

-Yes! -No.

Listen, you don't know where you are.

Here, everything goes backwards.

People walk backwards and dance backwards and sing backwards

and even talk backwards.

-That's stupid. -Why? People fart backwards.

-Oh, ha-ha-ha! -laughs

Say I'm sick.

Say I'm sick.

Yes, you are. You are very Ssick.

No! Say it backwards, shit-wit!

-Say | am sick. -Say | am sick?

woman Sick, kics ma iyas.

Kiss my ass.

laughing

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-No, I'm not playing this game. -Just say it, it's serious. Em-yrram.

-No! -Say it. You'll see it's very serious.

woman Em-yrram.

Yrram.

Marry me.

No, I'm not gonna marry you. You're a fiend.

Uoy-evol-I-tub.

Uoy-evol-I-tub.

Tub, but, |, evol...

love. ..

But | love you?

-man Tihs-ym-tae. -woman What?

Tihs-ym-tae.

-Eat. -Eat.

-Ym, my.

Tihs, eat my shit.

-You filthy fiend! -laughing

-You filthy fie-- -shushes

orchestral music playing in distance

My music.

They've started without me.

footsteps thudding

DIy

That was Mozart!

That.

That giggling, dirty-minded creature I'd just seen crawling on the floor.

applause

Well, | think that went off remarkably well, don't you?

Indeed.

These Viennese certainly know good music when they hear it, don't you think?

Arco Certainly.

Your Grace.

Ah! Mozart.

-Why? -Why what, sir?

Why do | have to be humiliated in front of my guests

by one of my own servants?

The more license | allow you, the more you take.

If his Grace is not satisfied with me, he can dismiss me.

| wish you to return immediately to Salzburg.

Your father is waiting for you there, patiently.

No, Your Grace!

| mean with all humility | would prefer you dismissed me.

It's obvious | don't satisfy.

| have no intention of dismissing you.

You will remain in my service

and learn your place.

applause

Salieri On the page it looked...

nothing!

The beginning simple, almost comic.

Just a pulse.

-Bassoons, basset horns... -music playing

...lIke a rusty squeeze-box. chuckles

And then, suddenly,

high above it...

an oboe.

oboe playing

A single note, hanging there, unwavering.

Wlaldl

a clarinet took it over...

clarinet playing

...sweetened it into a phrase of such delight.

This was no composition by a performing monkey.

This was a music | had never heard.

Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing.

It seemed to me that | was hearing the voice of God.

Mozart Excuse me.

Salieri But why?

Why would God choose an obscene child to be his instrument?

He's remarkable, Majesty.

| heard an extraordinary, serious opera of his last month.

-ldomeneo, King of Crete. -Orsini-Rosenberg That?

A most tiresome piece. | heard it too.

Tiresome?

A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities.

Too much spice. Too, um...

Too many notes.

Majesty...

| thought it the most promising work I've heard in years.

Well, then, we should make some effort to acquire him.

We could use a good German composer in Vienna, surely?

I'm sure he could be tempted with the right offer.

Say, um...

an opera in German for our National Theater.

Excellent, sire!

But not German. | beg, Your Majesty.

Italian is the proper language for opera.

All educated people agree on that.

Mm-hmm.

What do you think, Chamberlain?

In my opinion, sir, it's time we had a piece in our own language.

Plain German for plain people.

Mm-hmm.

Kapellmeister?

Majesty...

| must agree with Herr Direttore.

German is...

scusate. ..

...too bruta for singing.

Mm-hmm.

Court Composer...

what do you think?

| think it's an interesting notion to keep Mozart in Vienna, Majesty.

It should really infuriate the archbishop beyond measure...

If that is Your Majesty's intention.

You are cattivo, Court Composer.

all chuckle

| want to meet this young man.

Chamberlain, arrange a pleasant welcome for him.

Well...

there it is!

Salieri playing notes on piano

Ll

Grazie, signore.

Ay, ay, ay. This is a beautiful wig for you.

It looks sO marvelous and | love it.

The other one.

Here is the other one. BRI LA IVRI I R4

Here's the third one. So? Here we go.

-How do you like it? -They're all so beautiful!

Why don't | have three heads?

laughs

This is funny!

Three heads!

-Emperor Ah! Gentlemen, good morning. -Morning, Your Majesty.

Well...

what do you have for me today?

-Your Majesty, Herr Mozart. -Emperor Yes, what about him?

Von Strack He's here.

Uh-huh.

Well, there it is. Good!

Your Majesty, | hope you won't find it improper,

but I've written a little march of welcome in his honor.

Emperor What a charming idea, Court Composer. May | see?

Just a...

Just a trifle, of course.

May | try it?

Majesty!

Let's have some fun.

Delightful, Court Composer!

May | play it when he comes in?

You do me too much honor, sire.

Bring in Herr Mozart, please, but slowly, slowly.

| need a minute to practice.

piano music playing

-discordant note plays -Salieri C.

Salieri hums C.

Good, continue.

-discordant notes playing -G, Majesty.

Excellent!

Very good. hums

Very good, Majesty.

Tempo! Up.

Lightly, then strongly! It's a march, Majesty, a march.

Again.

music ends

Bravo, Majesty!

Gentlemen, please. A little less enthusiasm, | beg you.

-Ah. Mozart. -Majesty.

Uh, no, please. It's not a holy relic.

all chuckle

You know, we have met before. In this very room.

Perhaps you don't remember it, you were only six years old.

He was giving the most delightful concert here.

As he got off the stool, he slipped and fell.

My own sister, Antoinette helped him up, and you know what he did?

He jumped into her arms and said, "Will you marry me? Yes or no?"

-all chuckle -laughs loudly

You know all these gentlemen, I'm sure. The Baron Van Swieten.

I'm a great admirer of yours, young man.

-Ah, thank you. -Kapellmeister Bonno.

-Signore. -My pleasure.

The director of our Opera, Count Orsini-Rosenberg.

Oh. Sir, yes. The honor is mine, absolutely!

And here is our illustrious court composer Maestro Salieri.

At last, such immense joy!

speaking ltalian

| kKnow your work well, signore.

Do you know, | actually composed some variations on a melody of yours.

-Really? Which one? -Mozart Mio Caro Adone.

I'm flattered.

A funny little tune, but it yielded some good things.

Emperor And now he has returned the compliment.

Herr Salieri composed this little march of welcome for you.

Really? Grazie, signore.

speaking ltalian

AR G EIERIA RS Now, down to business.

Young man, we're going to commission an opera from you.

-What do you say? -Majesty!

Did we vote in the end for German or Italian?

Well, actually, sire, if you remember, we did finally incline to Iltalian.

-Emperor Ah. -Did we?

| don't think it was really decided, Your Majesty.

-German. Please, let it be German. -Why so?

Because I've already found the most wonderful libretto.

Oh? Have | seen it?

| don't think you have, Herr Director. Not yet, | mean, it's quite new.

I'll show it to you immediately, of course.

| think you'd better.

Well...

tell us about it. Tell us the story.

Well, it's quite amusing, Majesty.

It's set, the whole thing is setin a...

laughs

Yes? Where?

In a harem, Majesty. In a seraglio.

-You mean in Turkey? -Yes, exactly.

Then why especially does it have to be in German?

Well, it doesn't, especially.

It could be in Turkish if you really want.

laughs

No, my dear fellow, the language is not finally the point.

Do you really think that subject IS quite appropriate

for a national theater?

Why not? It's charming.

| mean, | won't actually show concubines exposing their...

laughs

It's not indecent. It's highly moral, Majesty.

It's full of proper German virtues.

Excuse me, Majesty, but um, what do you think these could be?

Being a foreigner, | would love to learn.

Well...

tell him, Mozart.

Name us a German virtue.

-Love, sire. -Oh, love! Well!

Of course, in ltaly we know nothing about love.

all chuckle

No, | don't think you do.

| mean, watching Italian opera...

all those male sopranos screeching...

stupid, fat couples rolling their eyes about.

That's not love. It's rubbish!

laughs

Mozart Majesty, you choose the language.

It will be my task to set it to the finest music ever offered a monarch.

Well, there it is. Let it be German.

This is yours.

Keep it, Majesty, if you want. It's already here in my head.

Emperor What? On one hearing only?

| think so, sire. Yes.

Nl ATEY

plays the march

tempo increases

The rest is just the same, isn't it?

That doesn't really work, does it?

Did you try...

plays a higher key

Shouldn't it be a bit more. ..

-Or this? -plays a lower key

IR R

Better? What do you think?

laughs

laughs

Grazie, signore.

Salieri All | ever wanted was to sing to God.

He gave me that longing...

and then made me mute. Why?

Tell me that.

If he didn't want me to praise him with music...

why implant the desire...

like a lust in my body?

And then deny me the talent?

door opens

Madame Cavalieri is here for her lesson, sir.

Maestro.

Well...

How do you like it?

laughs

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My hairdresser said everything this year's going to be Turkish.

Does he?

Well, indeed.

What else? laughs

What else did he tell you today?

Come, come! Give me some gossip.

Well, | heard you met Herr Mozart.

News travels fast in Vienna.

And he's been commissioned to write an opera. Is it true?

-Yes. -Is there a part in it for me?

S\ o} -How do you know?

Do you know where it's set, my dear?

Where?

In a harem.

What's that?

A brothel.

Come.

Let's begin.

What does he look like?

Mozart?

You might be disappointed.

Looks and talent don't always go together, Katerina.

Looks don't concern me, maestro.

Only talent interests a woman of taste.

Shall we continue?

plays a key

vocalizes in tune

plays a higher key

vocalizes in tune

Katerina continues singing

There she was.

don't know where they met or how. There she stood!

On stage, for all to see.

Showing off like the greedy songbird she was.

Ten minutes of ghastly scales. Arpeggios!

Whizzing up and down like fireworks at a fairground.

Understand, | was in love with the girl.

Or at least in lust.

And | swear to you, | never laid a finger on her.

IR Rl

| couldn't bear to think of anyone else touching her.

Least of all, the creature.

"The Abduction from the Seraglio" playing

singing

May he live forever, forever!

May he live forever!

Honor to his regal name!

Honor to his regal name!

May his noble brow emblazon Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

Pasha Selim, may he live forever!

Honor to his regal name!

Honor to his regal name!

May his noble brow emblazon Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

Pasha Selim, may he live forever!

Honor to his regal name!

Honor to his regal name!

Pasha Selim

Forever, forever!

May he live forever!

Honor to his regal name!

Honor to his regal name!

May his noble brow emblazon Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

May his noble brow emblazon Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

Glory, fortune, joy and fame!

music ends

loud cheering and applause

Push! Push! Push!

Brava, madame! You are an ornament to our stage.

applause

Your Majesty.

Well, Herr Mozart. A good effort.

Well, decidedly that.

An excellent effort!

You have shown us something...

-quite new tonight. =

-t is, isn't it, sire? -Yes, indeed.

So then, you liked it? You really liked it, sire?

Well, of course | did! It's very good!

Of course, now and then, just now and then...

It seemed a touch...

What do you mean, sire?

Well, | mean, occasionally, it seems to have...

How shall one say, um...

How shall one say, Director?

-Too many notes, Your Majesty? -Exactly. Very well put.

-Too many notes. -l don't understand.

There are just as many notes, Majesty, as | required, neither more nor less.

My dear fellow, there are in fact

only so many notes the ear can hear in the course of an evening.

| think I'm right in saying that, aren't |, Court Composer?

Yes. Yes. On the whole, yes, Majesty.

This is absurd!

Emperor My dear young man, don't take it too hard.

Your work Is ingenious. It's quality work.

And there are simply too many notes.

AL 1 Just cut a few and it'll be perfect.

Which few did you have in mind, Majesty?

woman Wolfgang!

audience murmuring

Wolfgang, my dear!

Wolfgang!

Majesty, this is Frau Weber.

She's my landlady.

Enchanted, madame.

Oh. Sire, such an honor!

This is my dear daughter, Constanze.

-She's the fiancée of Herr Mozart. -Really?

chuckles sheepishly

How charming. Please.

Well...

-when do you marry? AUV

Well, we haven't exactly received my father's consent yet.

Not entirely. Not altogether.

giggles

Excuse me, but um, how old are you?

Twenty-six.

Well, my advice is for you to marry this charming young lady...

and stay with us in Vienna.

You see? You see?

| told him that, Your Majesty, but he won't listen to me.

Your Majesty, you give such wonderful, such...

oh, royal advice. May |...

all exclaiming

Well, there it is. Strack.

Constanze Wolfie, will you get some water?

Will you get some water, please?

Mozart gasps

Salieri At that moment | knew, he'd had her.

The creature had had my darling girl.

It was incomprehensible!

What was God up to?

My heart was filling up with such hatred for that little man.

For the first time in my life, | began to know really...

violent thoughts.

Nol! | won't have him back.

But, Your Grace--

Your son is an unprincipled, spoiled, conceited brat!

Yes, sir, that...

That is the truth.

But don't blame him. The fault is mine, entirely.

| was too indulgent with him.

Please, Your Grace?

Give him one more chance?

You have leave to try.

God bless, Your Grace! | thank Your Grace.

| thank you!

Leopold / write to you with urgent news.

I'm coming to Vienna.

Take no further steps towards marriage ViR =N l=1= 4

As you honor the father who has devoted his entire life to yours,

do as | bid, and await my coming.

chorus singing

priest | now join you in the holy bonds of matrimony.

Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Mozart Most beloved father,

remember how you have always told me Vienna is the City of Musicians.

To conquer here is to conquer Europe!

With my wife, | can do it.

And one day soon, when | am a wealthy man,

you will come and live with us, and we will be so happy.

Emperor Good morning, Court Composer.

This is my niece, the Princess Elizabeth.

Your Highness.

She has asked me to advise her on a suitable musical instructor.

| think I've come up with an excellent idea.

Oh, Your Majesty! It would be such a tremendous honor!

| was thinking of Herr Mozart. What is your view?

It's an interesting idea, Majesty, but...

Yes?

My concern...

Is to protect you from any hint of favoritism.

Uh-huh.

Favoritism.

What is this, Herr Chamberlain?

What is what?

Why must | submit samples of my work

to some stupid committee just to teach a thirteen-year-old girl?

Because His Majesty wishes it.

-Is the Emperor angry with me? -Quite the contrary.

Then why doesn't he simply appoint me to the post?

Mozart, you are not the only composer in Vienna.

No. But I'm the best.

Mozart.

A little modesty might suit you better.

Who is on this committee?

Kapellmeister Bonno,

Count Orsini-Rosenberg and of course Court Composer Salieri.

Naturally, the Italians! Of course, always the Italians!

They're all musical idiots!

And you want them to judge my music?

Young man...

the issue is quite simple.

If you want this position,

you must submit your stuff along with all your colleagues.

Must |?

Mm-hmm.

Well, | won't.

How can | help you?

Frau Mozart?

I've come on behalf of my husband.

I've brought you some samples of his work

so that he can be considered for the royal appointment.

How charming, but...

why did he not come himself?

Well, he's...

terribly busy, sir.

| understand.

| will look at them, of course, the moment | can.

It will be an honor. Please give him my warmest regards. Hmm?

Would it be too much trouble, sir, to ask you to look at them now?

While | wait.

I'm afraid I'm not at leisure this precise moment.

Just leave them with me. | assure you, they will be quite safe.

| really cannot do that, sir.

You see...

he doesn't know I'm here.

Then he didn't send you?

No, sir. This was my own idea.

| see.

Sir, we're desperate.

We really need this job.

My husband spends far more than he can ever earn.

| don't mean that he's lazy, because he's not at all.

He works all day long. It's just that...

He's not practical.

Money simply slips through his fingers. It's ridiculous.

Let me offer you some refreshment. Do you know what these are?

Capezzoli di Venere! Nipples of Venus.

They're Roman chestnuts in brandied sugar.

Try one. Goon! Try one.

They're quite surprising.

-Mm-hm-hm. -Mmm. chuckles

They're wonderful!

Thank you very much, Your Excellency.

Don't keep calling me that.

Keeps me at such a distance.

| wasn't born a court composer, you know.

I'm from a small town.

Just like your husband.

Are you sure you can't...

leave this and come back again?

It's very tempting, sir.

But it's impossible, I'm afraid.

Wolfgang would be frantic if he found those were missing.

You see, they're all originals.

-Originals? -Yes, sir. He doesn't make copies.

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are originals?

Mm-hmm.

symphony 1 playing

symphony 2 playing

Salieri Astounding!

It was actually... It was beyond belief.

These were first and only drafts of music.

symphony 3 playing

But they showed no corrections of any kind.

Not one.

symphony 4 playing

He had simply written down music already finished in his head.

Page after page of it. As if he were just taking dictation.

soprano singing

And music...

finished as no music is ever finished.

Displace one note...

and there would be diminishment.

Displace one phrase, and the structure would fall.

It was clear to me...

that sound | had heard in the archbishop's palace

had been no accident.

Here again was the very voice of God.

| was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink strokes...

at an absolute beauty.

soprano sings high note

Is it not good?

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Yes, he's very proud of his work.

So you will help us?

From now on, we are enemies.

You and |I.

Because you choose for your instrument

a boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy

and give me for reward only the ability to recognize the incarnation.

Because you are unjust...

Izl

-unkind. SHICKE 1 lgle

will block you. | swear it.

I will hinder and harm your creature on earth

as far as | am able.

| will ruin your incarnation.

Joyful orchestral music playing

music reaches crescendo

Papa!

-bottle clanks -Mozart giggles

Leopold You're very thin.

Doesn't she feed you, that wife of yours?

Feed? Of course she feeds me. She stuffs me like a goose all day long.

Leopold Is she not here?

Mozart No, she had to help her mother.

Yes. She's like that.

Her mother's a very sweet woman, you'll--

laughs sheepishly

| didn't know you were home.

Stanzi, this is my father.

We'll wait. We'll wait.

whispers Why don't you get up now, my darling?

She's very tired, poor creature.

You know me. I'm such a pig.

It's not easy cleaning up after me.

Don't you have a maid?

Oh! No. We could if we wanted but...

Stanzi wouldn't hear of it.

She insists on doing everything herself.

How is your...

financial situation?

Couldn't be better.

That's not what | hear.

What do you mean? It's wonderful.

Really, it's marvelous! People love me here.

They say you have debts.

Who? Who says that?

-That's a malicious lie! -Do you have pupils?

| don't want pupils!

They get in the way.

| have to have time for composition.

Composition doesn't pay.

-You know that. -That one will.

What's that?

It's a secret.

-Secret? You don't have secrets from me. -No.

No, no, no, no! |...

No, no, no, please!

| don't want you to see it. | don't want anyone to see it.

But you are going to be so proud of me, Papa.

-It'll be the best thing I've ever done. -door opens

The best thing that any...

giggles

There she is! Look at her! Isn't she beautiful?

Come on now, Papa, confess it.

Could you want a prettier girl for a daughter?

Stop it, Wolfie!

-| look dreadful. -Well, no.

AN-R/e1I

expecting?

-Yes, | am. -Isn't it marvelous? We're delighted.

May | offer you some tea, Herr Mozart?

Tea! Who wants tea? Let's go out!

This calls for a feast. You don't want tea, do you, Papa?

-Wolfie. -| know! Let's go dancing.

-Papa loves parties, don't you? -Wolfie?

What? How can you be so boring? Tea!

Inaudible

Come on, Papa. Hurry!

Here we go. Good day.

-music reaches crescendo -joyous exclamation and laughter

Now!

harlequin | name the penalty! | name the penalty!

And the penalty is...

-Give her a good one! -harlequin Show us your legs!

loud cheering and applause

Come on, come on!

It's Just a game, Papa.

Thank you.

applause

harlequin Now!

Mozart laughs

Herr Mozart, why don't you name your son's penalty?

Yes, Papa. Name it.

Name it. I'll do anything you say. Anything.

Leopold | want you to come back to Salzburg with me, my son.

Mozart Papa, the rule is you can

only give a penalty that can be performed in the room.

Leopold I'm tired of this game. | don't want to play anymore.

But my penalty! I've got to have a penalty!

all demanding

harlequin | name a penalty!

The penalty is you shall play our tune

in the manner of Johann Sebastian Bach!

Mozart playing

-man Bravo! -applause

-Turn him over! Turn him over! -Over?

Now you play it backwards!

Mozart repeating the tune

all screaming and cheering

-Another one! Give me another one! -Play it like Gluck!

-Boring. Another! -Play Handel!

| don't like him! Another one!l

-Play Salieri. -man Yeah.

Now, that is a challenge! That is a challenge.

Please! Please!

cracks fingers

plays tune mockingly

all laugh

farts

laughs

Go on. Mock me. Laugh!

all laughing

That was not Mozart laughing, Father.

That was God.

That was God laughing at me through that obscene giggle.

Go on, signore, laugh. Laugh.

Show my mediocrity for all to see.

One day | will laugh at you.

Before | leave this earth...

| will laugh at you.

blows

Wolfie?

What?

There's a young girl here to see you.

What does she want?

She won't talk to me. She says she has to speak to you.

Damn.

Yes?

-Are you Herr Mozart? -That's right.

My name is Lorl, sir. I'm a maidservant.

| was asked to come here and offer my services to you.

They'll be paid for by a great admirer of yours who wishes to remain...

anonymous.

Is this your idea, Papa?

Mine?

-Are you playing a trick on me? -1

I've never seen this girl in my life.

Is this some kind of joke?

Not at all, sir.

Young woman, this won't do at all.

My son cannot possibly accept such an offer, no matter how generous...

-unless he knows who's behind it. -But | can't really tell you that, sir.

-This is ridiculous! -What is ridiculous?

Wolfie has many admirers in Vienna.

They love him here. People send us gifts all the time.

You cannot accept her without references.

Well, this is none of your business.

-Whoever sent you is going to pay, no? -That's right, ma‘'am.

Oh, splendid!

S0, now we're going to let a perfect stranger into our house.

Who is we? Who is letting who...

-Could you please wait outside? -Yes, ma'am.

Constanze Look, old man!

We spend a fortune on you

and all you can do is criticize from morning to night.

-And now-- -Stanzil

No! It's right that he should hear! I'm sick to death of it.

We can't do anything right for you, o104

You won't have to do anything for me ever again.

-I'm leaving. -No, Papa.

Leopold Don't worry. I'm not going to stay here to be a burden to anyone.

-Mozart No one calls you that. -Hmm?

She does. She says | sleep all day.

And so you do!

The only time you come out is to eat.

Leopold Well, what do you expect?

Do you expect anyone to walk out into a mess like this every day?

Constanze On!

-S0, now I'm a bad housekeeper! -Leopold So you are.

The place is like a pigsty all the time.

Parties every night. Parties all night.

tenor's singing muffles argument

It's filthy.

Dinner?

Dinner at eight! Dinner at ten!

Dinner when anybody feels like it! If anybody feels like it!

Thank you, sir.

Do any pupils come to the house?

Not that I've seen.

Then how does he pay for all this?

Does he work at all?

Oh, yes, sir. All day long.

He never leaves the house till evening.

He just sits there, writing and writing.

CEN N

What is it he's writing?

-l wouldn't know that, sir. -Of course not.

You're a good girl.

You're very kind to do this.

FL R R U CRAY eIV SR they'll be out of the house...

let me know.

Thank you, sir.

grand orchestral music playing

Mozart plays interlude on piano

| think | found out about the money, sir.

Yes? What?

He kept seven snuffboxes in here. | could swear they were all gold.

And now look.

There's only one left.

Where does he work?

In there, sir.

Gentlemen, I've just heard some news that may be of interest to you.

What?

Mozart is writing a new opera. An ltalian opera.

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That's not all.

He has chosen for his subject, Figaro.

The Marriage of Figaro.

He's setting that play to music?

Yes.

What is this Marriage of Figaro?

It's a French play, Kapellmeister.

It has been banned by the Emperor.

You're absolutely sure?

announcer Herr Mozart.

Gentlemen, sit down.

Mozart.

Are you aware that | have declared

the French play of Figaro unsuitable for our theater?

Yes, sire.

Yet we hear you're making an opera from it.

Is this true?

Who told you this, Majesty?

It is not your place to ask questions.

Is It true?

Well, yes, I...

ElLinliaacy

Would you tell me why?

Majesty, it is only a comedy.

What you think, Herr Mozart, is scarcely the point.

It's what His Majesty thinks that counts.

But, Your Majesty--

Mozart. ..

| am a tolerant man.

| do not censor things lightly. When | do, | have good reason.

Figaro is a bad play.

It stirs up hatred between the classes.

In France, it has caused nothing but bitterness.

My own dear sister Antoinette writes me that she is beginning to be frightened

of her own people.

Sire, | swear to Your Majesty, there's nothing like that in the piece.

I've taken out everything that could give offense.

| hate politics.

I'm afraid you're rather innocent, my friend.

In these dangerous times | cannot afford to provoke our nobles or our people

simply over a theater piece.

Majesty, this is just a frolic. It's a piece about love.

-Love, again! -all chuckle

Mozart And it's new!

It's entirely new. It's so new. The people will go mad for it.

| have scenes... sighs

The end of the second act, for example.

It starts out as a simple duet.

Just a husband and a wife quarreling.

Suddenly, the wife's scheming little maid comes in.

It's a very funny situation.

Duet turns into trio.

Then the husband's valet comes in. He's plotting with the maid.

Trio turns into quartet.

Then a stupid old gardener comes in. Quartet becomes quintet.

And so on, on and on.

Sextet, septet, octet.

How long do you think | can sustain that, Majesty?

-| have no idea. -Guess.

Guess, Your Majesty.

Imagine the longest time such a thing could be sustained and then double it.

Well...

SIX. ..

seven minutes?

-Eight minutes? -Twenty, sire. Twenty minutes!

Mozart laughs

Twenty minutes of continuous music. No recitatives!

laughs again

Sire, only opera can do this.

In a play, if more than one person speaks at the same time it's just noise.

No one can understand a word but with opera, with music...

with music, you can have 20 individuals all talking at the same time,

and it's not noise.

It's a perfect harmony!

Mozart, music is not the issue here.

No one doubts your talent.

It's your judgment of literature that's in question.

Mozart sighs dejectedly

Even with the politics taken out,

this thing would still remain a vulgar farce.

Why waste your spirit on such rubbish?

Surely you can choose more elevated themes.

Ohl! Elevated! Elevated! What does that mean, elevated?

| am fed to the teeth with all of these...

elevated things.

Old dead legends.

Why must we go on forever writing only about gods and legends?

Because they do.

They go on forever.

At least what they represent, the eternal in us.

Opera is here to ennoble us, Mozart.

You and me, just the same as His Majesty.

speaks Italian Bello, Barone. Veramente.

"Bello, bello, bello. Come on now, be honest!

Which one of you wouldn't rather listen to his hairdresser than Hercules?

Or Horatius? Or Orpheus?

People so lofty, they sound as if they shit marble!

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laughs

Govern your tongue, Mozart! How dare youl!

Forgive me, Majesty.

I'm a vulgar man...

but | assure you, my music is not.

You are passionate, Mozart...

but you do not persuade.

Mozart sighs

Sire, the whole opera is finished.

Do you know how much work went into it?

His Majesty has been more than patient, signore.

How can | persuade Your Majesty if you won't let me show it?

That will do, Herr Mozart.

Just let me tell you how it begins.

May | just do that, Majesty?

Show you how it begins? Just that?

Please.

Mozart Look...

There's a servant down on his knees, and do you know why?

Not from any oppression. No, because he's measuring a space.

And do you know what for?

His bed. His wedding bed. To see if it will fit!

-p1ano music plays -laughs

-singing in ltalian Cinque. -Late.

-singing in Italian Dieci. -Late.

-On the beat. -singing in ltalian Venti.

Mozart Good!

-singing in Italian Trenta. -Yesl|

-singing in Italian Trentasei. -Yes.

singing in ltalian Quarantatre.

soprano singing in ltalian

Early!

Bonno Well...

Orsini-Rosenberg Mozart is already rehearsing.

Salieri In that case, gentlemen, | think...

| think we should help Mozart all we can.

And do our best to protect him against the Emperor's anger.

What anger?

About the ballet.

scoffs

What ballet?

Excuse me, but...

Didn't His Majesty specifically forbid the ballet in his opera?

'Le nozze di Figaro duet rehearsal playing

singing In ltalian

Mozart!

-Herr Mozart! Y Y,

-A word with you, please. -Mozart Certainly, Herr Director.

Now. Now, Herr Mozart!

Mozart Five minutes, please.

Five minutes!

Yes?

Do you not know that His Majesty

has expressly forbidden ballet in his operas?

Yes, but this is not a ballet. This is a dance at Figaro's wedding.

Exactly. A dance.

Surely, His Majesty didn't mean to prohibit dancing

when it's part of the story, Herr Director.

It iIs dangerous to interpret His Majesty's edicts.

Give me your score, please.

gasps

Thank you.

What are you doing, Herr Director?

What are you doing?

Taking out what you should never have put in.

Please. Please! | have no one else to turn to.

Wolfgang, what is it?

It's unbelievable.

The Director has actually torn up a huge section of my music.

They say | have to rewrite the opera.

But it's perfect as it is.

| can't...

rewrite what's perfect.

Please. Can't you talk to him?

Please.

Why bother with Rosenberg? He's obviously no friend of yours.

| could kill him! | mean, really, kill him!

| actually threw the entire score on the fire, he made me so angry!

You burned the score?

chuckles Oh, no. No, my wife took it out in time.

Thank God.

It's not fair that a man like that should have power over our work.

But there are those who have power over him.

| think I'll take this up with the Emperor.

Excellency...

would you?

With all my heart, Mozart.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Please, Herr Mozart. "Please, it's not a holy relic."

both chuckle

| don't need to tell you | said nothing, whatever, to the Emperor.

| went to the theater ready to tell Mozart something, anything...

soprano singing

...when suddenly

in the middle of the third act...

page clears throat

...to my astonishment, the Emperor

who never attended rehearsals, suddenly appeared.

tenor singing

What is this?

| don't understand.

Is It modern?

Majesty, the Herr Direttore, he has removed un balletto

that would have occurred at this place.

-Why? -It is your regulation, sire.

No ballet in your opera.

Salieri.

Do you like this?

It's not a question of liking, Majesty.

Your own law decrees it, I'm afraid.

Well, look at them!

scoffs No! This is nonsense!

-Let me see the scene with the music. -But, sire!

-Oblige me! -Yes, Majesty.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Can we see the scene with the music back, please?

Certainly! Certainly, Herr Director!

Peter, bring the palace set back in, please.

"Le nozze di Figaro Act llI" playing

The restored third act

was bold, brilliant.

The fourth...

was astounding.

tenor singing

| saw a woman disguised in her maid’s clothes,

hear her husband speak the first tender words

he has offered her in years...

simply because he thinks she is someone else.

soprano singing

| heard the music of true forgiveness filling the theater,

conferring on all who sat there, perfect absolution.

God was singing through this little man

to all the world.

Unstoppable.

Making my defeat more bitter with every passing bar.

all singing In Italian

And then, do you know what happened?

A miraclel

yawns

With that yawn | saw my defeat turn into a victory.

And Mozart was lucky the Emperor yawned only once.

Three yawns...

and the opera would fail the same night.

Two yawns, within a week at most.

With one yawn, the composer could still get...

Nine performances! Nine! That's all it's had! Withdrawn!

| know, | know. It's outrageous.

Still, if the public doesn't like one's work,

one has to accept the fact gracefully.

But what is it that they don't like?

| can speak for the Emperor.

You make too many demands on the royal ear.

The poor man can't concentrate for more than an hour.

You gave him four.

What did you think of it yourself?

Did you like it at all?

| thought it was marvelous.

Of course. It's the best opera yet written.

| know it!

Why didn't they come?

chuckles

| think you overestimate our dear Viennese, my friend.

Do you know, you didn't even give them a good bang at the end of songs

to let them know when to clap.

| know, | know.

Maybe you should give me some lessons in that.

| wouldn't presume.

Nevertheless, at the risk of imposing...

| would like you to see my new piece.

It would be a tremendous honor for me.

Oh, no, the honor would be all mine.

Grazie, Wolfgang.

Grazie a lei, Signor Antonio.

Salieri's opera playing

music ends

loud cheering and applause

Emperor | believe...

| believe...

it is the best opera yet written, VALY

Salieri!

You are the brightest star in the musical firmament.

You do honor to Vienna and to me.

speaking indistinctly

Herr Mozart!

-It was good of you to come. -How could | not?

Bravo, maestro.

Did my work please you?

| never knew that music like that was possible.

-You flatter me. -No, no.

One hears such sounds and...

what can one say but...

Salieri!

laughter

Everybody's here, and we've got guests.

Bravo! Well, I've got some more.

Stanzi, you remember my excellent friend Schikaneder. Come in.

Come in. Don't be shy.

-This is a very nice girl, and this is-- -Wolfie?

Yes, my love?

These gentlemen are from Salzburg.

Salzburg?

-We were just talking about Salzburg. -Wolfie. ..

Your father is dead.

"Don Giovanni overture" playing

Commander singing in Italian Don Giovanni!

So rose the dreadful ghost

from his next and blackest opera.

There on the stage, stood the figure of a dead commander.

And | knew, only | understood

that the horrifying apparition was Leopold raised from the dead!

Don Giovanni singing in Italian ...quel che potro!

Leporello, un‘altra cena Fa' che subito si porti!

Leporello singing in ltalian Ah, padron, siam tutti morti!

Don Giovanni singing in Italian Vanne, dico...

Commander singing in Italian Ferma un po’...

Wolfgang had actually summoned up his own father...

to accuse his son before all the world!

It was...

terrifying and wonderful to watch.

Don Giovanni and Leporello singing in Italian

Commander singing in ltalian

And now...

the madness began in me.

The madness of a man splitting in half.

Through my influence, | saw to it Don Giovanni was played

only five times Iin Vienna.

But, in secret, | went to every one of those five.

Worshiping sound | alone seemed to hear.

singing continues

And as | stood there, understanding how that bitter old man

was still possessing his poor son even from beyond the grave,

| began to see a way, a terrible way,

| could finally triumph...

over God.

singing continues

chorus joins In

music ends

scattered and soft applause

coughing softly

coughs

knocking at door

high note playing

Salieri in disguise Herr Mozart?

| have come to commission work from you.

What work?

Salieri A Mass for the dead.

What dead? Who is dead?

Salieri A man who deserved a Requiem Mass and never got one.

-Who are you? -Salieri | am only a messenger.

Do you accept? You will be well paid.

Do you accept?

Work fast.

And be sure tell no one what you do.

You will see me again soon.

Wolfie?

My plan was so simple...

that it terrified me.

First, | must get the death Mass, and then...

| must achieve his death.

What?

His funeral!

Imagine it!

The cathedral, all Vienna sitting there.

His coffin.

Mozart's little coffin in the middle.

And then...

In that silence...

music.

A divine music bursts out over them all.

A great Mass of death.

Requiem Mass for Wolfgang Mozart.

Composed by his devoted friend...

Antonio Salieri.

Oh, what sublimity! What depth!

What passion in the music!

Salieri has been touched by God at last

and God forced to listen!

Powerless! Just powerless to stop it!

|, for once, in the end, laughing at him!

The only thing that worried me was the actual killing.

How does one do that?

Hmm? How does one kill a man?

It's one thing to dream about it.

Very different when you...

when you have to do it...

with your own hands.

drum roll

rhythmic knocking on wall

stuttering

Come in!

laughter

singing Don Giovanni

l've come to dinner

man Dinner! Are you mad? I'm a nobleman!

| only ever dine with people of my own height!

Stop it!

singing Be careful Be careful

Hold tight

I'm a famous horseman

And we're a famous horsy

laughter

Give me a hoof, my darling

-And I'll give you my heart -audience sings along

Take me to your stable

And nevermore we'll part

all gasp

soprano sings a high note and shrieks

iNul= Kill me

soprano screams

all exclaiming

chorus singing We're going to make a soprano stew

We're going to make a soprano stew

And when you make a soprano stew

Hey, shut up!

I'm sick to death of that tune!

Onh!

horse neighs

singing Give me some hay, my darling

And I'll give you my heart

Leporello! Some hay!

Prestissimo!

mechanical whirring

-whirring speeds up -audience exclaiming eagerly

loud cheering

mechanical whirring

loud cheering

all shrieking

-mechanical whirring -drum roll

singing We hope you're contented

With what we've presented

And love our dove of peace

And love

Our dove of peace

applause

Schikaneder So...

-what did you think of that? -It's wonderful!

He liked the little people, didn't you?

-Well, it's all in good fun, en? -Mozart Oh!

| liked the horse.

rhythmic drumming

exhales

| tell you, if you played Don Giovanni here,

you would've had a wonderful success.

You belong here.

Not at the snobby court. You could do anything you like.

The more fantastic, the better. That's what people want, fantasy.

You write a proper part for me, a couple of catchy songs

| guarantee you a triumph deluxe!

What do you say?

How much will you pay him?

An!

Well! | see you brought your manager with you.

Well, madame, how about half the receipts?

Half the receipts!

-Stanazi! -I'm talking about now.

How much will you pay him now?

Down payment.

Down payment?

laughing

Who do you think | am, the Emperor?

man singing

Whoops. | have to go.

But, uh, stay here, you'll enjoy this next one.

You're not going to do this.

-Why not? Half the house! -When?

We need money now!

Either he pays you now, or you don't do it.

Oh, Stanzi.

| don't trust that man.

And | don't like what he did with your opera.

It was common.

Well, you liked it, didn't you? Monkey-punkey-flunkey.

Half the house.

You'll never see a penny. | want it here in my hand.

Stanzi-manzi, I'll put it here in your hand!

-gasps Shut up! -laughing

You won't put a thing in my hand until | see some money!

loud knocking on door

knocking continues

Wolfie.

knocking continues

Wolfie!l

knocking continues

Don't answer It.

-Why? -knocking continues

Tell him...

Tell him I'm not here.

knocking continues

Tell him...

Tell him I'm working on it.

Come back later.

knocking continues

rapid knocking on door

knocking continues

Schikaneder Am | interrupting something?

-Constanze No. -Good. Where's our friend?

Constanze He's not here.

But he's working on it, he told me to tell you.

Is that it?

Is he happy with it?

What's this? A Requiem Mass?

-You think I'm in the funeral business? -Leave that alone!

-Put it down! Put it down! A =N

-Down, | say! It's nothing for you! -Sorry, I'm sorry.

What have you got for me?

Finished?

-What? -The vaudeville, what do you think?

Yes.

-Can | see it? -No.

Why not?

Because there's nothing to see.

laughs

Look...

| asked you If we could start rehearsals next week and you said yes.

ST Ner- ol -So let me see it. Where is it?

Here.

It's all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling.

Scribbling and bibbling. Bibbling and scribbling.

-Would you like a drink? -Look, you little clown,

-do you know how many people I've hired? -Leave him alone.

Do you know how many people are waiting?

-Leave him alone! -I'm paying these people.

-Do you realize that? -He's doing his best.

-I'm paying people to wait for you. -He's doing his best.

It's ridiculous!

You know what's ridiculous? Your libretto! That's what's ridiculous.

®aWs

Constanze Only an idiot would ask Wolfie to work on that stuff.

Twelve-foot snakes, magic flutes?

What's so intelligent about writing a Requiem?

Money. Money.

Schikaneder You're mad.

She's mad, Wolfie.

O Y-y -Wolfie, write it down.

Just write it down.

On paper.

It's no use to anybody in your head.

To hell with your death Mass!

Calm! Calm yourself. What's the matter with you?

I'm not working there anymore.

Why? What has happened?

You don't know what it's like.

Herr Mozart frightens me.

He drinks all day,

then takes all that medicine and it makes him worse.

Is he working?

Oh, | am frightened, sir, really!

When he speaks, he doesn't make any sense.

Is he working?

| suppose so.

He sits there all the time, doing some silly opera.

-Opera? -Please, don't ask me to go back again.

I'm frightened. I'm very, very frightened!

Are you sure it's an opera?

door creaking

laughs

laughs

blows raspberry

knocking at door

foreboding music playing

| don't have it yet.

Salieri in disguise Are you neglecting my request?

No, | promise you...

I'll give you a wonderful piece, the best | ever can--

This is my wife, Stanzi.

I've been sick, but I'm all right now, aren't I?

Oh, yes, sir. He's all right.

And he's working on it very hard.

Give me two more weeks.

Please.

Salieri The sooner you finish, the greater your reward. Work.

Wolfie.

| think you really are going mad.

You work like a slave for that idiot actor who won't give you a penny!

And here, this is not a ghost!

This is a real man, who puts down real money.

Why on earth won't you finish it?

Can you give me one reason | can understand?

It's killing me.

sobs You're drunk, aren't you?

Be honest, tell me. You've been drinking.

Ll

It's not fair. | worry about you all the time.

| do everything | can to help you.

And all you can do is drink and talk nonsense and frighten me.

EToNoF-lel @Gl Nel=Te

Please.

Let me...

Let me sit here,

Let me stay here with you.

chorus singing

door latch clicks

LU el &g -Mozart playing the piano

-Mozart vocalizing -others singing

playing notes rapidly

softly Stanzi?

Nz

Stanzi...

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| did it. And | was proud to do It.

Leave, | said. Right away.

Clear out and take the child with you!

Here's the money. Go to the spa and get your health back.

| was shocked.

Shocked to my foundation when | saw her.

| couldn't believe my eyes, oleJel@Iini=Riallge8

Oh, you monster! No one exists but you, do they?

-You and your music. | warned her. -coughs

Choose a man, not a baby, | said.

You marry him, you won't have a pot to piss in.

You selfish thing!

"The Magic Flute overture" playing

singing Selfish, that's what you are. Selfish. Simply selfish! Do you hear me?

The Queen of the Night soprano singing

applause

fireworks on stage

applause

bells tingling

singing A sweetheart or a pretty little wife

Is Papageno's wish

A willing, filling, lovey-dovey

Will be my most tasty little dish

SN VAUl R R CR I

SN VAUl R R CR I

Then that would be eating and drinking

I'd live like a prince without thinking

audience gasping

The wisdom of all would be mine

A woman's much better than wine

Then that would be eating

And drinking

The wisdom of all would be mine

A woman's much better than wine

Much better than wine

bells tinkling

Much better than wine

music continues on stage

Pick him up.

Pick him up!

singing ... pretty little wife is Papageno's wish

Be careful. Come with me.

You, follow me.

song continues

people exclaiming

panting

-Is it over? -Yes, it's over. It's over.

-singing Pa, pa, pa -singing Pa, pa, pa

-Pa, pa, pa, pa -Pa, pa, pa, pa

-Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa -Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa

-Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa -Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa

-Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, Papagena -Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, Papageno

Please will you be mine forever?

Yes, | will be yours forever

Come to me, my little dove

Go, go. go.

ETe N ETe

door closes

Where is your wife?

Where is your wife?

She's not well either. She went to the spa.

You are so good to me.

Truly. Thank you.

M-I =

No, | mean to come to my opera.

You are the only colleague of mine who came.

Mozart.

Mozart, | would never miss anything you had written.

-It's just a vaudeuville. -No, no!

It's a sublime piece.

The grandest operone!

| tell you...

you are the greatest composer known to me.

Do you mean it?

knocking at door

-It's him! RYVAV oYe ¥4

The man.

knocking continues

He's here.

Tell him to go away.

Tell him I'm still working on it. Dleah @Yl allaa N1l

No, no. Walit!

Ask him if he would give me some money now.

Tell him if he would, it will help me to finish it.

knocking continues

knocking continues

-Salieri? -Yes.

-Can we come in? -Better not. He's sleeping.

-He's all right, though? -Oh, yes, he's just exhausted.

He became dizzy, that's all.

-Well, tell him we came by, won't you? e lleo N0

Give him this. That's his share.

-That should cheer him up. -Indeed!

And now, good night to you all.

It was...

perfection, truly.

woman Thank you.

Mozart What happened?

He said to give you this.

RV eMIB/e IV {TalE aRia=R o0 ¢ by tomorrow night...

he will pay you another hundred ducats.

Another?

That's too soon. Tomorrow night...

It's Impossible.

-Did he say a hundred? -Yes.

groans

It's too soon.

=T NI

Could | help you?

Would you?

Actually, you could.

-jolly dance music playing -laughter

-l want to go. -Where?

- want to go back to Vienna. -officer Now?

-Constanze Yes. -officer Why?

| feel wrong.

| feel wrong being here.

Where did | stop?

The end of the Recordare.

Statuens in parte dextra.

So, now, the Confutatis. Confutatis Maledictis.

When the wicked are confounded. Flammis acribus addictis.

How would you translate that?

"Consigned to flames of woe."

-Do you believe in it? VY114

A fire which never dies, burning you forever.

Oh, yes.

Possible.

-Come, let's begin. -We ended in F major.

2 =1} -So, now, A minor.

-A minor. -Yes.

Confutatis. A minor.

Start with the voices.

-Basses first. Second beat of the-- -Time?

Common time. Second beat of the first measure.

On A.

singing Confutatis

Second measure, second beat.

singing Maledictis

You see?

-Yes. G-sharp? e lleo N0

Second beat of the third measure, on E.

continues composing lyrics

-Do you have me? Rl EIe}

Show me.

chorus singing Confutatis Maledictus

Good. Good.

Now the tenors.

Fourth beat of the first measure, on C.

Confutatis

Second measure, fourth beat. D.

Maledictis

-All right? -Yes, continue.

Second beat of the fourth measure, on F.

singing Flammis acribus addictis

Now the orchestra. Second bassoon, bass trombones, with the basses.

ldentical notes and rhythm.

bassoon playing

First bassoon, tenor trombones, with the tenors.

trombones joining in

humming

-You go too fast. -Do you have it?

-You go too fast. -Do you have it?

-First bassoon to the trombone what? -With the tenors.

-ldentical? -Of course.

The instruments doubling the voices.

Now, trumpets and timpani. IRV agl e CICR DR

-No. -Listen to me.

-l don't understand! N

Trumpets in D, tonic and dominant, first and third beats.

It goes with the harmony!

trumpets and timpani playing a beat

Yes. Yes, yes!

Yes.

Yes, | understand. Yes and that's all?

No, no, now for the real fire. Strings in unison.

Ostinato, on A. Like this.

strings playing up-tempo

Next measure is rising.

-Do you have it? -Yes, | think so.

Show me.

humming

-It's wonderful! -Yes, yes. Go on.

Voca me.

Sotto voce.

-Write that down! Softo voce. -Yes, yes.

-Pianissimo. -Pianissimo?

Yes. "Call me among the blessed."

C major.

Sopranos and altos in thirds. Altos on C, sopranos above.

sopranos singing

singing Voca me cum benedictis...

-Sopranos up to F on the second voca? -Yes.

-Yes. -And on dictus.

-Yes. -And underneath, just violins.

Arpeggios.

-hums tune -violins playing

Descending scale in eighth notes, then back to the ostinato again.

-And that's it. Do you have it? -You go too fast.

-Do you have it? -You go too fast. One moment, please!

One moment.

-Yes. -Good.

Show me the whole thing from the beginning.

"Requiem in D minor" playing

singing softly in Latin

Confutatis, Maledictus

"Requiem in D minor" continues

sings weakly

Ll

Do you want to rest a bit?

No, I'm not tired at all.

We'll stop for a moment.

Then we'll finish the Lacrimosa.

| can keep going. | assure you.

Will you stay with me while | sleep a little?

I'm not leaving you.

I'm sO ashamed.

QIR ¥,

| was foolish.

| thought you did not care for my work, or me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

What are you doing here?

clears throat Your husband took sick.

| brought him home.

Why you?

Because, madame, | was at hand.

Well, thank you very much. You can go now.

He needs me, ma'am.

No, he doesn't.

And | don't want you here.

Just go, please.

-He asked me to stay. -And I'm ask--

coins clinking

Wolfie?

Wolfie?

I'm back.

| missed you so much.

If you'd just...

show me that you need me.

And 'll try to do better too.

What is this?

No, Wolfie, not this. Not this.

You're not to work on this ever again.

I've decided.

This is not his handwriting.

It'S mine.

| was assisting him.

Well, he's not to work on this anymore.

-It's making him ill. -But--

Good night.

| regret we have no servants to show you out, Herr Salieri.

Please respect my wish and go.

Madame...

| will respect his.

Wolfie.

Wolfie?

Wolfie?

Wolfie?

Wolfie!l

Wolfie!l

Wolfie!l

rain pattering

somber music playing

solemn music continues

In nomine Patris,

=}

IR o1

-Amen. -Amen.

music reaches crescendo

music ends

chuckles

Your merciful God.

He destroyed his own beloved, rather than let a mediocrity...

share in the smallest part of his glory.

He killed Mozart.

And kept me alive to torture.

Thirty-two years of torture.

Thirty-two years of slowly watching myself become extinct.

My music...

growing fainter.

All the time fainter...

till no one plays it at all.

And his...

door opens

Good morning, professor.

Time for the water closet.

Pe\glo R Ta RIS g 1Y/S your favorite breakfast for you.

Sugar rolls.

He loves those.

Fresh sugar rolls.

| will speak for you, Father.

| speak for all mediocrities in the world.

| am their champion.

| am their patron saint.

chuckles

Mediocrities everywhere...

| absolve you.

| absolve you.

| absolve you.

| absolve you.

| absolve you all.

soft piano music playing

Mozart laughing