All language subtitles for Amadeus.1984.Theatrical.2160p.WebRip.en

[intense music]

(Antonio)
'Mozart!'

[music continues]

'Mozart!'

'Forgive your assassin!'

'I confess!
I killed you!'

'Truly, I killed you, Mozart.'

'Mea culpa.'

'Piete!'

'Piete, piete!
Forgive your assassin!'

'Forgive me, Mozart!'

[knocking on door]

Signore Salieri, open the door.
Be good now.

Signore, we have something
special for you

something you're going to love.

Mmm.

Is that good?

Ahh. Mmm.

Signore, believe me

this is the most
delicious thing

I ever ate in my life.

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

(Antonio)
'Aah!'

[body thudding]

[wind howling]

Alright, that's enough, signore.
Open the door.

[Antonio moaning]

Signore, i-if you
don't open this door

we're going
to eat everything

and we're going
to leave nothing for you

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

[clattering]

[piano key strikes]

[Antonio moaning]

[gasps]

[clanking]

[Antonio moaning]

[grunts]

[intense music]

[thuds]

[groaning]

[clamoring]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[dog barking in distance]

[instrumental music]

[moaning]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

[door creaking]

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Quickly! Quickly!

[music continues]

[people screaming]

[grunts]

Good morning, father.

[people clamoring]

[piano music]

[distant screaming]

Herr Salieri.

[music continues]

[sighs]

[music stops]

Leave me alone.

[piano music]

I cannot leave alone
a soul in pain.

Do you know who I am?

That makes no difference.

All men are equal
in God's eyes.

Are they?

Offer me your confession.

'I can offer you
God's forgiveness.'

How well are you trained
in music?

I know a little.

I-I studied it in my youth.

Where?

Here, in Vienna.

Ah, then you must know this.

[piano music]

(Vogler)
'I can't say that I do.'

What is it?

It was a very popular tune
in its day.

I wrote it.

Here, how about this?

[piano music]

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

[operatic singing]

[applause]

Well?

I regret it is not too familiar.

Can you recall
no melody of mine?

I was the most famous
composer in Europe.

I wrote 40 operas alone.

Here.

What about this one?

[piano music]

♪ Pom pom-pom ♪

♪ Pom pom pom
pom pom pom ♪

♪ Pom-pom pom-pom-pom
param-pom ♪

♪ Pom-pom-pom
param-pom ♪

♪ Pom-pom-pom
param-pom ♪

♪ Pom-pom-pom-pom parara-pom
parara-pom ♪♪

Yes, I know that.

Oh, that's charming.

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

I didn't.

That was Mozart.

Wolfgang..

...Amadeus Mozart.

The man you accuse
yourself of killing.

You've heard that?

Is it true?

[chair creaking]

For God's sake, my son..

...if you have
something to confess

'do it now.'

Give yourself some peace.

He..

...was my idol.

[piano music]

Mozart.

I can't think of a time

when I didn't know his name.

I was still playing
childish games

when he was playing music
for kings and emperors

even the Pope in Rome.

[music continues]

I admit I was jealous

when I heard the tales
they told about him.

Oh, not of the brilliant
little prodigy

but of his father who had
taught him everything.

My father,
he did not care for music.

When I told him

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

"Why? Do you want to be
a trained monkey?

"Would you like me
to drag you around Europe

doing tricks
like a circus freak?"

[chuckles]

Oh.

How could I tell him

what music meant to me?

[choir boys singing in Latin]

(Antonio)
While my father
prayed earnestly to God

to protect commerce..

...I 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 world, dear God.

Make me immortal.

After I die..

...let people speak
my name forever

with love for what I wrote.

In return..

...I will give you my chastity..

...my industry..

...my deepest humility

every hour of my life.

Amen.

And do you know
what happened?

A miracle!

[Francesco choking]

Francesco! Francesco!

Francesco!

[speaking in Italian]

♪ Amen amen amen ♪

♪ A-men ♪

♪ A-men ♪♪

My life changed forever.

'Of course I knew God
had arranged it all.'

That was obvious.

One-one minute
I was a frustrated boy

in an obscure little town.

The next, I was here..

...in Vienna

city of musicians

and Emperor Joseph,
the musical king.

In a few years,
I was his court composer.

Isn't that incredible?

Night after night,
I sat right next

to the emperor of Austria
playing duets with him

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.

I 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.

[instrumental music]

Eagerly, I went there
to seek him out.

And that night..

...changed my life.

As I wandered
through the salon

I 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 12.

Did it show?

Is talent like that

written on the face?

Which one of them..

...could he be?

[woman screams]

[woman laughing]

[music continues]

Ah.

[door creaking]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[woman giggling]

[door slams]

[door opens]

[music continues]

[door closes]

- Ha ha ha!
- Aah! No!

[groaning]

[indistinct whispering]

Mozart is not here.

Aah! No!

- Stop it.
- 'I am.'

- Stop it!
- I am, I am stopping it.

- 'Stop it!'
- 'I am.'

- Stop it!
- I am, I am, I am stopping it.

Slowly.
There, you see?

'I've stopped.'

Now, we're going back.

- No! No!
- Yes, yes.

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.

[braying laugh]

Say I'm sick.

Say I'm sick.

Yes, you are.
You're very sick.

No. Say it backwards,
shit wit.

- Say I'm sick.
- Say I'm sick?

- Say I'm sick.
- Sick..

'Kiss I'm, my..'

Say..

Kiss my ass.

- You dirty..
- Emiram. Emiram.

- No. I'm not playing this game.
- Just say it.

- It's serious. Emiram.
- No!

Say it. You'll see.
It's very serious.

- 'Emiram?'
- 'Yeah.'

Iram..

Marry..

Marry me.

No. I'm not
gonna marry you.

You're a fiend.

Uoy evol I tub.

Uoy evol I tub.

Tub?

'But I..'

Evol..

Love.

But I love you.

- 'Tish I'm tee.'
- 'What?'

Tish I'm tee.

Tish I'm tee..

Tee..

- ...eat.
- Eat.

I'm..

- My.
- My.

Tish.. Eat my shit.

You filthy fiend!

- You filthy, filthy--
- Shh, shh.

[operatic music]

My music.

'They've started without me.'

[door opens]

[music continues]

Excuse me.

[operatic music]

[music continues]

That...was Mozart.

That..

That giggling,
dirty-minded creature

I'd just seen
crawling on the floor.

[audience applauds]

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

Indeed.

These Viennese
certainly know good music

when they hear it,
don't you think?

Certainly.

Your grace.

Ah, Mozart.

'Why?'

Why what, sir?

Why do I have to be humiliated

in front of my guests
by one of my own servants?

'The more license I allow you'

'the more you take.'

If His Grace is not
satisfied with me

he can dismiss me.

I wish you to return
immediately to Salzburg.

Your father is waiting
for you there patiently.

No, Your Grace,
I mean, with all humility

'I would prefer
you dismissed me.'

It's obvious I don't satisfy.

I have no intention
of dismissing you.

You will remain in my service

and learn your place.

[thuds]

[audience applauds]

[thuds]

[audience applauds]

[women laughing]

(Antonio)
On the page,
it looked nothing..

...the beginning simple

almost comic.

Just a pulse..

...bassoons..

...basset horns

like a rusty squeezebox.

[chuckles]

And then suddenly

high above it..

...an oboe.

[operatic music]

A single note
hanging there unwavering..

...until a clarinet
took it over..

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

[sighs]

This was no composition
by a performing monkey.

This was a music
I had never heard..

...filled with such longing

such unfulfillable longing.

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

(Mozart)
Excuse me.

(Antonio)
But why?

Why would God choose
an obscene child

to be his instrument?

He's remarkable, Majesty.

I heard an extraordinary
serious opera

of his last month,
Idomeneo, king of Crete.

That?

A most tiresome piece.
I heard it, too.

Tiresome?

A young man trying to impress

beyond his abilities.

Too much spice

too, um..

...too many notes.

Majesty, I 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

'I 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.

Kappelmeister?

Majesty, um, I must agree
with herr direttore.

'German is..'

...scusate..

...too brutal for singing.

Mm-hmm.

Court composer..

'...what do you think?'

I 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 laughing]

I want to meet this young man.

Chamberlain, arrange
a pleasant welcome for him.

Well, there it is.

[piano music]

[piano music]

[sighs]

Grazie, signore.

[paper rustling]

Aye-aye-aye, this is just
a beautiful wig for you.

This looks so marvelous
and I love it.

The other one.

Here's the other one.

I think you will love it.

Here's the third one.

So, here we go.

How do you like it?

They're all so beautiful.

Why don't I have three heads?

[laughs]

[laughs]
This is funny.

Three heads, ah!

Ah, gentlemen, good morning.

- Good morning, Your Majesty.
- Good morning, Your Majesty.

Well..

What do you have for me today?

Your Majesty,
Herr Mozart.

Yes, what about him?

He's here.

Aha!

Well, there it is. Good.

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

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

What a charming idea,
court composer.

May I see?

It's just a, just
a trifle, of course.

May I try it?

Majesty.

Let's have some fun.

[piano music]

Delightful,
court composer.

May I play it
when he comes in?

You do me
too much honor, sire.

Bring in Herr Mozart, please.

But slowly, slowly.

I need a minute to practice.

[chuckling]

[piano music]

(Antonio)
'C.'

'Hmm. C.'

'Good. Continue.'

[humming]

G, Majesty.

[humming]

'Excellent.'

[humming]

Very good.

Very good, Majesty.

[humming]

Tempo. Up.

Lightly, then strongly.

It's a march, Majesty. March.

Again.

[humming]

[thuds]

[piano music]

[music continues]

Bravo, Majesty.

Gentlemen.. Gentlemen,
gentlemen, please.

Less enthusiasm, I beg you.

Ah..

Mozart.

Majesty.

Uh, no. Please, please.

[chuckles]
It's not a holy relic.

[laughing]

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?"

[laughing]

You know all these
gentlemen, I'm sure.

The Baron van Swieten.

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

Oh, thank you.

Kappelmeister 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.
Diletto straordinario.

I know your work well, signore.

Do you know
I-I actually composed

some variations
on a melody of yours?

Oh. Really? Which one?

(Mozart)
'Mio Caro Adone.'

Well, I'm flattered.

A funny little tune

but it yielded
some good things.

And now he has returned
the compliment.

Herr Salieri composed this
little march of welcome for you.

Really? Oh, grazie, signore.

Sono commosso.

Well, there it is.
Now, down to business.

Young man..

...we're going to commission
an opera from you.

'What do you say?'

Majesty.

Uh, did we vote in the end

for German or Italian?

Well, actually, sire,
if you remember

we did finally
incline to Italian.

- 'Oh.'
- Did we?

I don't think
it was really decided

'Your Majesty.'

Oh. German.

German, please,
let it be German.

Why so?

Because I've already found

the most wonderful libretto.

Oh?

Have I seen it?

I, uh..

I don't think you have,
Herr Director.

Not yet. I mean, it's quite new.

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

I think you'd better.

Well, uh..

...tell us about it,
tell us the story.

Well, it's quite
amusing, Majesty.

Uh, it..

I-it's set the..

...the whole thing is set
in, in, in a, in 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]

(Baron Van Swieten)
'Oh, 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.

'I mean, I-I-I
won't actually show'

concubines exposing
their, their..

[laughs]
It's not indecent.

It's highly moral, Majesty.

It's-it's-it's full
of proper German virtues.

Excuse me, Majesty, but..

...what do you think
these could be?

Being a foreigner,
I would love to learn.

Well...tell him, Mozart.

Name us a German virtue.

- Love, sire.
- Oh, love.

Well, of course, in Italy
we know nothing about love.

[all laughing]

No, I don't think you do.

I mean, watching Italian opera

all those male sopranos
screeching.

Stupid, fat couples
rolling their eyes about.

That's not love.
It's-it's-it's just rubbish.

[laughing]

(Mozart)
'Majesty..'

...you choose the language.

It'll be my task to set it
to the finest music

ever offered a monarch.

Well, there it is.
Let it be German.

Oh...this is yours.

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

What?

On one hearing only?

I...think so, sire. Yes.

Show us.

[piano music]

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

That doesn't really work,
does it?

Did you try?

Shouldn't it be a bit more..

...or this? This?

Yes.

Better? What do you think?

[piano music]

[chuckles]

[music continues]

[laughing]

Grazie, signore.

(Antonio)
All I 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]

It's Turkish.

My hairdresser says
that everything

this year
is going to be Turkish.

[laughs]
Oh, does he?

'What else..'

'What else did he
tell you today?'

Come, come, come, come.
Give me some gossip.

Well, I 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?

No.

How do you know?

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

Where?

In a harem.

What's that?

A brothel.

Ohh.

Come.

Let's begin.

[piano music]

What does he look like?

Mozart?

You might be disappointed.

Why?

Looks and talent

don't always go together,
Katerina.

[chuckles]
Looks don't concern me, maestro.

Only talent interests
a woman of taste.

Well, shall we continue?

[piano music]

[singing notes]

[singing aria]

[operatic music]

There she was.

I 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.

♪ Hurt me ♪

♪ Break me kill me ♪

♪ At last I shall be
freed by death ♪

♪ At last ♪

♪ At last I shall be
freed by death ♪

♪ At last I shall be
freed by death ♪

♪ At last ♪

♪ I shall be freed ♪

♪ Ah-ahh-ahh ♪

Ten minutes of ghastly scales

arpeggios, whizzing up and down

like fireworks
at a fairground.

♪ By death ♪♪

[operatic music]

You understand,
I was in love with the girl.

Or at least in lust.

But I swear to you,
I never laid a finger on her.

Mmm..

All the same.

I couldn't bear to think
of anyone else touching her

least of all...that creature.

[operatic music]

♪ Pasha Selim ♪

♪ 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 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 live forever
honor to his regal name ♪

♪ Honor to his regal name ♪

♪ Pasha Selim ♪

♪ 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
may his noble brow emblazon ♪

♪ Glory fortune joy and fame ♪

♪ Glory fortune joy and fame ♪

♪ Glory fortune joy and fame ♪

[audience cheering]

Push.

Push.

Push.

Bravo.

Ah. Brava, madame.

You are an ornament
to our stage.

[audience applaud]

Your Majesty.

[applause]

Well, Herr Mozart

'a good effort.'

Oh, well, decidedly that.

An excellent effort.

You have shown us something..

...quite new tonight.

It is new.
It is, isn't it, sire?

Yes, indeed.

So, then, you liked it, you..

'you really liked it, sire.'

Well, of course I did.
It's very good.

Of course, now and then,
j-j-just now and then

it, it...it seemed a touch, um..

What do you mean, sire?

Well, I mean, uh..

...occasionally
it seems to have, uh..

Oh, how shall one say? Um..

How shall one say, director?

Too many notes, Your Majesty?

Exactly. Very well put.

Too many notes.

I don't understand.

There are just as many notes,
Majesty, as are required.

Neither more nor less.

Well, my dear fellow,
there, there are, in fact

only so many notes
the ear can hear

in the course of an evening.

I-I think I'm right
in saying that

aren't I, court composer?

Yes. Yes.

On the whole, yes, Majesty.

This is absurd.

(Emperor Joseph)
'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. That's all.

Just cut a few,
and it'll be perfect.

Which few did you
have in mind, Majesty?

(Frau Weber)
'Wolfgang!'

'Wolfgang, my dear!'

Wolfgang!

Majesty, this is Frau Weber.

She's my landlady.

Enchanted, madame.

Ohh.

Sire...such an honor.

'And, and..'

This is my
dear daughter Constanze.

She's the fiancee
of Herr Mozart.

Really?

[chuckles]

How charming.

Please.

[tapping]

[people laughing]

Well..

'When do you marry?'

Well..

Well, we-we-we-we
haven't exactly received

my father's consent yet,
not, not entirely.

Not altogether.

[laughs]

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?

I told him that, Your Majesty

but he won't listen to me.

Oh, Your Majesty,
you give such wonderful

such, oh, royal advice.

I.. May I?

[crowd gasps]

Well.. There it is.

Let's walk.

Wolfie, will you
get some water?

[chuckles]

Will you get some
water, please?

[gasps]
Aah!

(Salieri)
At that moment, I knew.

He'd had her.

The creature had
had my darling girl.

[sighs]

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

I began to know really..

...violent thoughts.

No, I won't have him back.

But, Your Grace, I assure--

Your son is an unprincipled,
spoiled, conceited brat.

Yes, sir. That, um..

That is the truth.

'But don't blame him.'

'The fault is mine..'

'...entirely.'

'I was too indulgent with him.'

Please, Your Grace..

Give him one more chance.

You have leave to try.

Oh, God bless you, Grace.

I thank Your Grace.

I thank you.

[thuds]

[instrumental music]

(Leopold)
I write to you
with urgent news.

I am coming to Vienna.

Take no further steps
towards marriage

until we meet.

As you honor the father

who has devoted
his entire life to yours

do as I bid

and await my coming.

[choir singing in Latin]

(priest)
'I now join you in
the holy bonds of matrimony.'

Those whom God
hath joined together

let no man put asunder.

In nomine patri

et filii et spiritu sancti.

[choir continues singing]

(Amadeus)
Most beloved father,
remember how you told me

Vienna is the city of musicians

to conquer here
is to conquer Europe?

With my wife, I can do it.

And one day soon
when I'm a wealthy man

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

[crumpling]

[galloping]

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.

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

Oh, Your Majesty

it would be such
a tremendous honor.

I was thinking of Herr Mozart.

What is your view?

[birds chirping]

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

Yes?

My concern..

...is to protect you from..

...any hint of favoritism.

A-ha!

Favoritism.

What is this, Herr Chamberlain?

What is what?

Why must I submit
samples of my work

to some stupid committee

just to teach
a 13-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?

Kappelmeister 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 I?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I won't.

How can I 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, uh..

...why did he not come himself?

Well, he's terribly busy, sir.

Yeah, I understand.

Well, I-I will look
at them, of course

the moment I can.

It will be an honor.

Please, uh..

...give him
my warmest regards. Mmm.

Would it be
too much trouble, sir

to ask you to look at
them now while I wait?

(Antonio)
'Oh, I'm-I'm afraid
I'm not at leisure'

this, uh, this precise moment.

[chuckles]
Just leave them with me.

I assure you,
they will be quite safe.

I 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.

I see.

Sir, we're desperate.

We-we really need this job.

My husband spends far more
than he can ever earn.

I don't mean he's lazy,
'cause he's not at all.

He works all day long.

[sighs]
It's just that..

...he's not practical.

Money simply slips
through his fingers.

It's ridiculous.

[inhales]
Let me offer you some, uh,
some refreshments.

Do you, do you know
what these are?

Cappezzoli di venere.

"Nipples of Venus."

[gasps]

They're Roman chestnuts

in brandied sugar.

Try one.

Go on. Try one.

They're quite surprising.

- Mmm-hmm-mmm.
- Mmm-hmm-mmm.

They're wonderful.

[chuckles]

Thank you very much,
Your Excellency.

Don't keep calling me that.

Keeps me at such a distance.

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

I'm from a small town.

Just like your husband.

Mmm.

Are you sure you can't..

...leave this
and come back again?

That'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.

These..

...are originals?

Mm-hmm.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[paper rustling]

Astounding.

It was actually,
it-it was beyond belief.

These were first
and only drafts of music.

But they showed
no corrections of any kind.

Not one.

He had simply
written down music

already finished in his head

page after page of it

as if he were just
taking dictation.

[instrumental music]

And music..

...finished as no music
is ever finished.

[woman singing]

Displace one note

and there would be diminishment.

Displace one phrase,
and the structure would fall.

It was clear to me.

That sound I had heard
in the archbishop's palace

had been no accident.

Here again
was the very voice of God.

I was staring through the cage

of those meticulous ink strokes

at an absolute beauty.

[singing continues]

[clattering]

Is it not good?

It is miraculous.

Oh, yes. He's
very proud of his work.

So you'll help us?

[door slams]

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..

[fire crackling]

...unfair..

...unkind..

...I will block you.

I swear it.

I will hinder and harm
your creature on earth

as far as I am able.

I will ruin your incarnation.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[chickens clucking]

[goats bleating]

["Overture to Don Giovanni"
by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart]

Papa!

[bottle clatters]

[laughing]

[Amadeus grunts]

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.

[exclaims]

(Leopold)
'Is she not here?'

(Wolfgang)
'No. She had
to help her mother.'

'Yes. She's like that.'

Her mother's a very
sweet woman. You'll..

[groans]

[laughing]

I-I didn't know
you were home.

Stanzi, this is my father.

We'll wait. We'll wait.

[whispering]
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, uh..

...financial situation?

Couldn't be better.

That's not what I hear.

What do you mean?

It's wonderful.

Really. It's-it's-it's-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?

I don't want pupils.

They get in the way.

I have to have time
for composition.

Composition doesn't pay.
You know that.

That one will.

What's that?

[chuckles]
It's a secret.

Ha-ha! Secret.

You don't have secrets from me.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no! Uh..

No, no, no, no, please.
I-I-I don't want you to see it.

I don't want anyone to see it

but you're going
to be proud of me, papa.

It's going to be
the best thing that I've done.

The best thing that any..

Ahh.

[laughing]

There she is.

Look at her.
Isn't she beautiful?

[both laughs]

Come on now, papa, confess it.

Could you want
a prettier girl for a daughter?

- Stop it, Wolfie.
- Hehehe.

I look dreadful.

- Are you, uh, expecting?
- Yes, I am.

Isn't it marvelous?
We're delighted.

[laughing]

May I 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.
- I know.

Let's go dancing.

Papa loves parties, don't you?

- Wolfie.
- What?

How can you be so boring? Tea.

[instrumental music]

Come on, papa.

Here we go.

[laughs]

[laughs]

[shrieking]

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

Now!

[indistinct chatter]

I name the penalty.

I name the penalty.

[laughs]

[applause]

And the penalty is..

Give her a good one!

Show us your legs.

[cheering]

[applause]

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

[crowd exclaims]

[laughs]

[laughing]

It's just a game, papa.

[music continues]

Thank you.

[applause]

Now!

Aah!

No! No! No! Oh!

[laughing]

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

Yes, papa. Name it.

Name it. I'll do
anything you say.

Anything.

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

Papa, the rule is you
can only give a penalty

that can be performed
in the room.

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

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

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

(master of ceremonies)
'Wolfie! Ha-ha-ha.'

'I'll name a penalty. Come on!'

Up, up, up, up!

'The penalty is'

you shall play
our little tune

in the manner
of Johann Sebastian Bach.

[piano music]

[indistinct chattering]

[laughing]

Aah! Bravo!

[applause]

(master of ceremonies)
'Now turn him over!'

- 'Turn him over!'
- Over?

Now you play it backwards.

[laughter]

Oh!

[indistinct chatter]

[piano music]

[chuckling]

[all cheering]

[applause]

Another one! Another!
Give me another one!

Play it like gluck.

- Boring.
- 'Another!'

Play Handel.

I don't like him. Another one.

- Play Salieri.
- Salieri.

Now, that is a challenge.

That is a challenge.

Please. Please.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

[piano music]

[all cheering]

[all laughing]

[farts]

[all laughing]

[applause]

[laughing]

[chuckles]
Go on.

Mock me. Laugh.

[laughing]

[applause]

That was not Mozart
laughing, father.

That was God.

That was God laughing at me

through that, through
that obscene giggle.

[chuckles]

Go on, signore,
laugh. Laugh.

'Show my mediocrity
for all to see.'

One day, I will laugh at you.

Before I leave this earth

I will laugh at you.

[blows]

[instrumental music]

Wolfie.

What?

There's a young girl
here to see you.

Well, what does she want?

She won't talk to me.

She says she has
to speak to you.

[slams]
Damn.

Yes?

Are you Herr Mozart?

That's right.

My name is Lorl, sir.

I'm a maidservant.

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

They-they'll be paid for by
a great admirer of yours

who wishes to remain
anonymous.

[chuckles]

Is this your idea, papa?

Mine?

Are you playing a trick on me?

I-I-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 I really can't
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.

But you cannot possibly
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.

So now we're gonna to let a
perfect stranger into our house.

Who is "we?"

Who is letting who..

Could you please wait outside?

Uh, 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 You think you can--
- Stanzi!

No! It's right
that he should hear.

I'm sick to death of it.

We can't do anything
right for you, can we?

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

I'm leaving.

- No, papa.
- 'Oh, don't worry.'

(Leopold)
'I'm not gonna stay here to be a
burden to anyone.'

- No one calls you that.
- Hmm? She does.

She says
I sleep all day.

And so you do.

The only time
you come out is to eat.

Well, what do you expect?

Hmm?

Do you expect anyone to walk out

into a mess like this every day?

Oh, so now, I'm
a bad housekeeper.

(Leopold)
'So you are. The place is like
a pigsty all day.'

'Parties every night.
Parties all night.'

[operatic singing]

'Idiot.'

'Dinner?'

'Dinner at 8:00.
Dinner at 10:00.'

'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?

Um, 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.

Really?

What is it he's writing?

I wouldn't know that, sir.

Hmm, no, of course not.

You're a good girl.

You're very kind
to do this.

The next time you're sure
they'll be out of the house..

...let me know.

[piano music]

Thank you, sir.

[horse carriage rattling]

[music continues]

[orchestra music]

[horse carriage rattling]

[music continues]

I think I found out
about the money, sir.

Yes? What?

He kept
seven snuff boxes in here.

I could swear
they were all gold.

And now look.

There's only one left.

Where does he work?

In there, sir.

[instrumental music]

Gentlemen, I...I've
just heard some news

that may be
of interest to you.

Mm, what?

Mozart is writing a new opera,
an Italian opera.

- Italian?
- Oh.

That's not all.

He has chosen
for his subject, Figaro.

"The Marriage of Figaro."

He's setting
that play to music?

Yes.

Uh, what is this, uh,
"Marriage of Figaro?"

It's a French play,
Kappelmeister.

It has been banned
by the Emperor.

- Oh.
- You're absolutely sure?

[thump]

- Herr Mozart.
- Ah.

Gentlemen, sit down.

Mozart.

Are you aware
that I 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..

I admit it is.

Would you tell me why?

Well...Majesty, it
is only a comedy.

(Rosenberg)
What you think, Herr Mozart,
is scarcely the point.

It's what His Majesty
thinks that counts.

But, Your Majesty--

Mozart...I am
a tolerant man.

I do not censor things lightly.

When I do, I have good reason.

"Figaro.."

...is a bad play.

It stirs up hatred
between the classes.

In France, it has caused
nothing but bitterness.

My, my own dear sister,
Antoinette writes me

that she is beginning to be
frightened of her own people.

(Wolfgang)
'Sire, I swear to Your Majesty'

there's nothing like
that in the piece.

I've taken out everything
that could give offense. I..

I hate politics.

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

In these dangerous times

I cannot afford to provoke
our nobles or our people

simply over
a theater piece.

Majesty, this is-is
just a frolic.

It's a piece about love.

Love. Again.

[all chuckling]

And it's new. It's entirely new.

I-it's so new that people
will go mad for it.

I have scenes..

Oh!

The end of the second
act, for example.

It starts
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-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 and on.'

Sextet, septet, octet.

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

- I have no idea.
- Guess.

Guess, Your Majesty.

Imagine the longest
time that such a thing

could be sustained,
and then double it.

Well...

...six?

'Seven minutes.'

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

[giggles]
Twenty minutes of
continuous music.

No recitatives.

[giggles]
Sire, only opera can do this.

In a play, i-i-if more
than one person

speaks at the same time,
i-i-i-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-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.

[sighs]

'Even with the
politics taken out'

'this-this thing would still
remain a vulgar farce.'

Why waste your
spirit on such rubbish?

Surely you...you can choose
more elevated themes.

Oh! Elevated. Elevated.

What does that mean,
elevated?

I 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.

Bello, Barone.
Veramente.

Oh, 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.

[gasps]

What?

[giggles]

Govern your tongue, Mozart.

How dare you?

Forgive me, Majesty. I..

[chuckles]

I'm a vulgar man.

But I assure you,
my music is not.

You are passionate, Mozart.

But..

...you do not persuade.

[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 I 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 I just do that, Majesty'

show you how it begins,
just that?

Please.

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.

[music on harpsichord]

♪ Cinque ♪

Late.

♪ Dieci ♪

Late.

On the beat.

♪ Venti ♪

(Wolfgang)
'Good.'

♪ Trenta ♪

Yes.

♪ Trenta sei ♪

Yes.

♪ Quaranta tre ♪

♪ Ora si ch'io.. ♪

Early.

♪ Son contenta ♪

♪ Sembra fatto inver per me ♪♪

Well, Mozart is
already rehearsing.

In that case, gentlemen,
I think..

I 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?

[opera music]

[operatic singing]

Mozart.

Herr Mozart.

Yes?

A word with you, please.

(Wolfgang)
'Certainly, Herr director.'

Now. Now, Herr 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's dangerous to interpret
His Majesty's edicts.

Give me your score, please.

Thank you.

[paper rips]

What are you doing,
Herr director?

What are you doing?!

Taking out what you should never

have put in.

[paper rips]

Please.

Please.

- I've 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 I have
to rewrite the opera.

But it's perfect as it is.

I 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.

I could kill him!
I mean really kill him!

I actually threw
the entire score on the fire

he made me so angry.

- You burned the score?
- Oh..

No. My wife took it out in time.

Ha.

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.

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

Excellency..

Would you?

With all my heart, Mozart.

Oh! Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Please, please.

Herr Mozart, please.
"It's not a holy relic."

[laughing]

I don't need to tell you, I said

nothing whatever to the Emperor.

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

[operatic singing]

(Antonio)
When suddenly..

...in the middle
of the third act

to my astonishment,
the Emperor

who never attended rehearsals
suddenly appeared.

What is this?

I don't understand.

Is it modern?

Majesty..

The Herr direttore

he has removed una 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.

Oh! No, no, no.
This is nonsense.

Let me see the scene
with the music.

But, sire!

- Oblige me.
- Yes, Majesty.

Excuse me, Majesty.

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

Certainly. Certainly,
Herr director.

Peter, bring the palace set
back in, please.

[opera music]

The restored third act
was bold, brilliant.

The fourth..

...was astounding.

[operatic singing]

(Antonio)
I 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.

I 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.

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

And then..

Do you know what happened?

A miracle.

[chuckles]

[yawning]

(Antonio)
With that yawn

I saw my defeat
turn into a victory.

[chuckles]

(Antonio)
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, and withdrawn.

I know. I know.

It's outrageous.

Still, if-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?

I 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?'

I thought it was marvelous.

Of course.

It's the best opera yet written.

'I know it.'

Why didn't they come?

[laughs]

I 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.

I know, I know.

Maybe you should give
me some lessons in that.

I wouldn't presume.

Nevertheless, at
the risk of imposing

I 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.

[operatic singing]

[singing continues]

[cheers and applause]

- 'Bravo!'
- 'Bravo!'

I believe...

I believe, it is the best
opera yet written, my friends.

[indistinct chatter]

'Salieri!'

You are the brightest star
in the musical firmament.

You do honor to
Vienna and to me.

[applause]

Come.

[indistinct chatter]

[greeting in foreign language]

Oh, Mozart!

It was good of you to come.

How could I not?

H-how..

Did my work please you?

I never knew that that music
like that was possible.

- You flatter me.
- No, no.

One hears such sounds, and...

What can one say, but...

Salieri.

[Mozart giggling]

Oh! 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 also a very--

Wolfie.

Yes, my love?

These gentlemen
are from Salzburg.

Salzburg? We were just talking
about Salzburg.

Wolfie..

Your father is dead.

[dramatic music]

[thudding]

[crashing]

[operatic singing]

So rose the dreadful ghost

from his next...and
blackest opera.

(Antonio)
There on the stage

stood the figure
of a dead commander.

And I knew.

Only I understood that
the horrifying apparition

was Leopold
raised from the dead.

[singing continues]

Wolfgang had actually
summoned up his own father

to accuse his son
before all the world.

It was...terrifying and
wonderful to watch.

[singing continues]

And now..

[singing continues]

...the madness began in me.

The madness of a
man splitting in half.

Through my influence,
I saw to it Don Giovanni

was played only
five times in Vienna.

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

...worshiping the sound, I
alone could seem to hear.

[singing continues]

(Antonio)
And as I stood
there, understanding

how that bitter old man

was still possessing his poor
son even from beyond the grave

I began to see a
way, a terrible way

I could finally
triumph...over God.

[singing continues]

[screeching]

[crashing]

[screaming]

[audience applause]

[wind howling]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[coughs]

[coughs]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[knock on door]

[music crescendo]

(male #1)
'Herr Mozart?'

'I have come to
commission work from you.'

What work?

A mass for the dead.

What dead?

Who is dead?

A man who deserved a
requiem mass and never got one.

- Who are you?
- I am only a messenger.

Do you accept?

'You will be well paid.'

[coins jingle]

'Do you accept?'

[instrumental music]

Work fast.

And be sure tell
no one what you do.

You will see me again soon.

[music continues]

Wolfie?

My plan was so simple..

...that it terrified me.

[smack lips]

First, I must get the
death mass, and then I...

...I 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!

[requiem mass 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!

Oh, what sublimity!
What depth!

What passion in the music!

Salieri has been touched by God

at last, and God
forced to listen!

Powerless!
Powerless to stop it!

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

The only thing that worried
me was the actual killing.

How does one do that?

Hm? How does one kill a man?

Ah, it's one thing
to, to dream about it.

It's very different
when-when you..

...when you have to do it...

...with your own hands.

[instrumental music]

[knocking]

[rapid knocking]

C-c-c-c-c-come in!

[orchestra music]

[ripping]

[audience cheering]

♪ Don Giovanni ♪

♪ I've come to dinner ♪

(male #2)
'Dinner? Are you mad?
I am a nobleman.'

'I only ever dine with
people of my own height.'

[shouting]
Oh, stop it!

♪ Be careful
be careful be careful ♪

♪ Hold tight ♪

♪ I'm a famous horseman ♪

♪ And we're a famous horsy ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Give me your
hoof my darling ♪

♪ And I'll give you my heart ♪

♪ Take me to your stable ♪

♪ And never more we'll part ♪

Oh!

[screaming]

♪ Kill me kill me
kill me kill me ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

Aah! Help!

Oh!

[cheers and applause]

♪ We're going to make
a soprano stew ♪

♪ We're going to make
a soprano stew ♪

♪ And when you make
a soprano stew ♪

Ah, shut up!

I'm sick to death
of that tune.

[audience shouting]

Oh!

Oh!

[audience cheering]

[horse neighs]

[applause]

♪ Give give give give ♪

♪ Give him some
hay my darling ♪

♪ And I'll give you my heart ♪♪

Leporello, some hay!
Prestissimo!

[audience shouting]

[whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

[all cheering]

[all clamoring]

[all cheering]

[audience applause]

[shouting]

[rattling]

[whirring]

- Oh!
- Oh!

[operatic singing]

[audience applause]

[audience applause]

[laughing]
So!

What did you
think of that, eh?

Ah, it's wonderful!

He liked the little people.

[laughing]
Well, it's all in good fun, eh?

(Wolfgang)
'I liked the horse.'

[instrumental music]

I tell you...if you'd
played Don Giovanni here

'you would have had
a wonderful success.'

You belong here,
not at the snobby court.

You can 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

I guarantee you
a triumph deluxe.

- What do you say?
- How much will you pay him?

Ah.

Well, I see you brought
your manager with you.

Well, madame, how
about...half the receipts?

Half the receipts?

- Stanzi--
- I'm talking about now.

How much will
you pay him now?

- Down payment.
- Down payment?

[laughing]

Who do you think
I am, the emperor?

Whoops. I have to go.

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.

I don't trust that man.

And I don't like what he did
with your opera. It was common.

Well, you liked it, didn't you?
Monkey, punky, flunky.

Half the house.

We'll never see a penny.
I want it here in my hand.

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

[gasps]
Shut up!

You won't put a thing in my
hand until I see some money.

[dramatic opera music]

[knock on door]

[knock on door continues]

Wolfie?

[bangs on door]

Wolfie!

[knock on door continue]

Don't answer it.

Why?

Tell him...

Tell him, I'm not here.

[banging on door]

'Tell him..'

Tell him I'm working on it.

Come back later.

[banging on door continue]

[banging on door continue]

Am I interrupting something?

- No, 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!

Put it down, I say.
It's nothing for you!

Sorry.
Sorry.

(Emanuel)
'What have you got for me?'

Finished?

- What?
- The vaudeville.

What do you think?

- Yes.
- Can I see it?

- No.
- Why not?

Because there's
nothing to see.

[giggles]

Look..

...I asked you if we could
start rehearsals next week

and you said yes.

- Well, we can.
- So, let me see it.

Where is it?

Here.

It's alright 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 for you?

Do you know how
many people waiting for you?

Leave him alone!

I'm paying these people,
do you realize that?

He's doing his best.

I'm paying these
people to wait for you.

It's ridiculous.

You know what's ridiculous?
Your libretto.

- That's what's ridiculous.
- Oh?

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.

You're mad.

- She's mad, Wolfie.
- Oh, yes?

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, I'm frightened,
sir, really.

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

(Antonio)
'Is he working?'

[instrumental music]

I 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?

[music continues]

[music continues]

[giggles]

[music continues]

[giggles]

Pfft.

[knock on door]

[dramatic music]

I don't have it yet.

Are you neglecting my request?

No.

No, I..

I promise you, I...

I'll give you a wonderful
piece, the best I ever..

This is my wife, Stanzi.

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

Oh, yes, sir.
He's alright.

And he's working
on it very hard.

Give me two more weeks.
Please.

The sooner you finish,
the greater your reward.

Work.

[door closes]

Wolfie.

I 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 I can understand?

It's killing me.

[sobbing]

You're drunk, aren't you?

Be honest.
Tell me you've been drinking.

[sighs]

It's not fair.

I worry about
you all the time.

I do everything
I can to help you.

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

Go back to bed.

[requiem mass music]

Please..

[sniffs]

...let me..

...let me sit here.

Let me stay here with you?

[operatic singing]

[piano music]

[singing and laughter]

[requiem mass music]

[wind howling]

[music continues]

Stanzi.

Stan..

Stanzi.

Stanzi.

I did it, and I
was proud to do it.

"Leave", I said, "right away".

Clear out and take
the child with you.

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

I was shocked, shocked to
my foundation when I saw her.

I couldn't believe my
eyes, poor little thing.

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

You and your music.
I warned her.

"Choose a man,
not a baby", I said.

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

You selfish thing.

Selfish, that's what you are.
Selfish. Simply selfish!

Do you hear me?

[operatic singing]

[audience applause]

Bravo!

♪ Rejected be forever ♪

♪ Forsaken be forever ♪

♪ So sundered be forever ♪

♪ All the bonds
of kin and blood ♪

♪ Rejected ♪

♪ Forsaken ♪

♪ Intercepted ♪

♪ All the bonds
of kin and blood ♪

[humming]

[instrumental music]

♪ All the bonds
of kin and blood ♪

♪ If not through thee ♪

♪ So let love's
life be taken ♪

♪ Words of vengeance ♪

♪ My mother's curse ♪♪

[flames crackling]

[audience applause]

[instrumental music]

♪ A sweetheart
or a pretty little wife ♪

♪ Is Papageno's wish ♪

♪ A willing billing
lovey-dovey ♪

♪ Would be my
most tasty little dish ♪

♪ Be my most
tasty little dish ♪

♪ Be my most
tasty little dish ♪

[glockenspiel music]

♪ Then that would be
eating and drinking ♪

♪ I'd live like a prince
without thinking ♪

♪ The wisdom of old
would be mine ♪

♪ A woman's much
better than wine ♪

♪ Then that would be
eating and drinking ♪

♪ The wisdom of
old would be mine ♪

♪ A woman's much
better than wine ♪

♪ Much better than wine ♪

♪ Much better than wine ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Pick him up.
Pick him up.

♪ ...or a pretty little wife ♪

Be careful. Come with me.

You, follow me.

♪ Billing lovey-dovey ♪

♪ Would be my
most tasty little dish ♪

♪ Be my most
tasty little dish ♪

♪ Be my most
tasty little dish ♪♪

[horse snort]

[indistinct chatter]

[panting]

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

Go!

[instrumental music]

♪ 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 Papageno ♪

♪ Pa pa Papageno ♪

♪ Please will
you be mine forever ♪

♪ Yes I will be
yours forever ♪

♪ Come to me
my little dove ♪♪

[door opens]

Go, go, go.

Go! Go!

[door closes]

[sighs]

(Antonio)
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.

Oh, no. Please, please.

No, no, I-I-I mean
to come to my opera.

'You..'

You were the only
colleague of mine who came.

Oh, Mozart.

Mozart, I would never miss
anything you had written.

It's just a vaudeville.

No, no.

It's a sublime piece.

[laughs]
The grandest operone.

I tell you..

...you're the greatest
composer known to me.

Do you mean it?

[knocking on door]

- It's him.
- Who?

The man.

[knock on door continues]

He's here.

Tell him to go away.

'Tell him I-I-I'm
still working on it.'

'Don't let him in.'

No, no, wait.

Ask him if he would give
me...some money now.

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

[knocking on door continues]

- Salieri?
- Yes.

- Can we come in?
- Well, better not.

He's, he's sleeping.

- He's alright, though?
- Oh, yes.

He's just exhausted.

He became dizzy. That's all.

Well, tell him we
came by, won't you?

Of course.

Oh, give him this.

That's his share.

- That should cheer him up.
- Indeed.

And now goodnight to you all.

It was...perfection, truly.

[chuckles]
Thank you.

What happened?

[coin jiggles]

He said to give you this.

And if you finish the
work 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.

[sighs]

It's too soon.

Can I..

Could I help you?

Would you?

Actually, you could.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

- I wanna go.
- Where?

I wanna go back to Vienna.

- 'Now?'
- 'Yes.'

Why?

I feel wrong.

I feel wrong being here.

Where did I stop?

The end of the recordare. S--

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?

What?

A fire which never dies,
burning you forever.

Oh, yes.

Is it possible?

Come. Let's begin.

We ended in "F" major.

- Yes.
- So, now, "A" minor.

"A" minor.

Yes.

Confutatis. "A" minor.

Start with the voices.

'Bass is first.
Second beat of the first--'

- Time, time?
- Common time.

Second beat of
the first measure.

On "A."

♪ Confutatis ♪

Second measure, second beat.

♪ Maledictis ♪

- You see?
- Yes, yes. "D" sharp.

- Of course.
- 'Yes.'

Second beat of the third
measure. On "E."

♪ Flammis acribus
addictis ♪

Rest.

♪ Maledictis flammis ♪

♪ Acribus addictis ♪♪

- You have me?
- I think so.

Show me.

♪ Confutatis ♪

♪ Maledictis ♪

♪ Flammis acribus addictis ♪

♪ Maledictis flammis
acribus addictis ♪

Good. Good.

Now the tenors.

Fourth beat of
the first measure. On "C."

♪ Confutatis ♪

Second measure,
fourth beat. "D."

♪ Maledictis ♪

- Alright.
- Yes, yes, yes, continue.

Second beat of
the fourth measure. On "F."

♪ Flammis acribus addictis ♪

♪ Flammis acribus addictis ♪♪

(Wolfgang)
'Now the orchestra.'

'Second bassoon and
bass trombones with the basses.'

Identical notes
and rhythm.

[instrumental music]

First bassoon, tenor trombones
with the tenors.

[humming]

- You're going too fast.
- Do you have it?

- You're going too fast!
- Do you have it?

First bassoon,
tenor trombone what?

With the tenors.

- Identical?
- Of course.

The instruments
doubling the voices.

Now, trumpets and timpani.
Trumpets in "D."

- No, no. I don't understand!
- Listen to me. Listen.

Trumpets in "D." Tonic and
dominant, first and third beats.

It goes with the harmony.

[humming rhythmically]

Yes. Yes, yes.

[hums]

Yeah.

Yes.
Mm-hmm.

Yes, I understand. Yes, yes.
And that's all?

No, no. Now for the real fire.

Strings in unison. Ostinato,
on "A," like this.

[humming]

Next measure's rising.

- Do you have it? Show me.
- Yes. Yes, yes. I think so.

[humming]

- It's wonderful.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Go on. Voca me.

Sotto voce.

- Write that down. Sotto voce.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Pianissimo.

- Pianissimo?
- Yes.

"C" major.

Sopranos and Altos in thirds.

Altos on "C."
Sopranos above.

♪ Voca ♪

♪ Voca me ♪

♪ Cum benedictis ♪♪

Sopranos up to "F"
on, on the second voca?

- Yes. And on dictis.
- Yes, yes, yes.

And underneath, just violins,
arpeggios.

[humming]

Descending scale
in eighth notes

and 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.

["Confutatis" by Mozart]

[chains clinking]

♪ Voca voca me ♪

♪ Voca me cum benedictis ♪

[music continues]

♪ Voca Voca me ♪

♪ Voca me voca me ♪

♪ Voca me cum benedictis ♪

♪ Oro supplex ♪

♪ Et acclinis ♪

♪ Cor contritum ♪

♪ Quasi cinis ♪♪

[exhales]

Do you wanna rest a bit?

No. No, I'm not
tired at all.

We'll stop for a moment.

Then we'll finish
the "Lacrimosa."

Oh, I can keep going,
I assure you.

Will you stay with me
while I sleep a little?

I'm not leaving you.

[laughs softly]

I'm so ashamed.

Of what?

I was foolish. I..

I thought you did not care
for my work..

...or me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

[thuds]

What are you doing here?

[clears throat]
Your, your husband took..

...took sick.

I brought him home.

Why you?

Because, madame,
I was at hand.

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

He needs me, ma'am.

No, he doesn't.

And I don't want you here.

Just go, please.

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

[coin drops]

Wolfie?

Wolfie.

I'm back.

[cries]
I missed you so much.

If you just..

..show me that you need me..

'...and I'll try
to do better, too.'

What is this?

No, Wolfie, not this.

Not this.

(Constanze)
'You're not to work
on this ever again.'

I've decided.

This is not
his handwriting.

No, it's mine.

I was assisting him.

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

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

Goodnight.

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

Please respect
my wish and go.

Madame..

...I will respect his.

Wolfie?

Wolfie?

Wolfie?

[instrumental music]

Wolfie?

Wolfie!

Wolfie!

Wolfie!

["Lacrimosa" by Mozart]

[rain spattering]

[chorus continues]

[chorus continues]

[music continues]

[speaking in Latin]

- Amen.
- Amen.

[chorus continues]

[laughing]

Your, merciful God.

He destroyed his own beloved

rather than let a mediocrity

share in the smallest part
of his glory.

(Antonio)
'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.

But his..

[instrumental music]

Good morning, professor.

Time for the water closet.

And then we have your favorite
breakfast for you..

Sugar rolls.
He loves those.

Fresh sugar rolls.

I will speak
for you, father.

I speak for all mediocrities
in the world.

I am their champion.

I am their patron saint.

[laughs]

[music continues]

Mediocrities everywhere..

...I absolve you.

'I absolve you.'

'I absolve you.'

'I absolve you.'

'I absolve you all.'

[music continues]

[Mozart's braying giggle]

[instrumental music]

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