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Hoor jij dat? Hij antwoord mij.

Hij is het. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

The man who gave us music from heaven.

What a genius.

At 6, he completed his first concerto.

At 11, his first opera.

He travelled throughout Europe.

He was adored, celebrated.

Kapellmeister at the court of Salzburg at 17, he was full of hope and projects.

When suddenly, tragedy struck.

His protector, the prince-archbishop, died.

The austere, dreadful Colloredo seized power.

People of Salzburg, Prince Sigismund is in God's hands.

Pay tribute to His Serene Highness Hieronymus Colloredo, your new master.

Mr. Leopold Mozart, come here.

What is this... rubbish?

Your son is asking for a leave of absence for both of you,

he wants to travel the world and give concerts.

If at 17, this pretentious boy thinks I am unworthy of his talent, let him resign.

And you with him.

Sir, I can't resign. How am I to feed my family?

That's your problem.

Once again

Our ideas get twisted

Strangled at dawn

And our dreams are killed without remorse

As always... (Days of defeat)

Only their values count (Bow down your head)

The guardians of their tower (Ivory tower)

Indecent (They don't see us)

They have gone deaf

Think of the impossible above all

Let's burn our gilded cages

Let's aim for utopia till the end

Only madmen have helped us move forward

Always (People on their knees)

Censorship surrounds us (Ropes around our necks)

They wring out our minds (Magic spell)

They trap us (Privilege)

For the sake of carnivores

Think of the impossible above all

Let's burn our gilded cages

Let's aim for utopia till the end

Only madmen have helped us move forward

They promised us easy lives

Damn imbeciles

They only let us live docilely

Without sweet madness or poesy

Boredom, night after endless night

Made of us no more than puppets

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, at your service!

Think of the impossible above all

Let's burn our gilded cages

Let's aim for utopia till the end

Only madmen have helped us move forward

The answer is no!

And for two reasons:

I refuse to grant you leave,

and know that I am closing the National Theatre of Salzburg indefinitely,

so you can forget about your dreams of opera in German.

From now on, you'll make do with the works I commission.

Father, I have no choice. We have to go!

Colloredo refused to let me go, and I can't go with you.

– I'm leaving, alone! – You can't do that!

Dad, please listen to him.

– Father, this is my life! – I said no!

Stop it, both of you.

Leopold, I will go with him if I have to.

You, leave home? But you've never travelled before.

Well, there is a first time for everything.

Mom is right.

Wolfgang, you're leaving with your mother.

But you take good care of her.

She's the most precious thing I have.

And you, son, find a position, quickly.

Don't forget that a musician without a job is nothing but a vagabond,

just a street performer people look down on.

– Dad, thank you! – Calm down.

You'll be proud of me, you'll see. I'll compose the most beautiful operas!

And I'll tell the whole world they're for my father, the best in the world!

Your Grace, the Mozarts have left Salzburg.

The father and son?

No, Majesty. The young Mozart only, with his mother.

And do we know where he intends to go?

The word is he's on his way to Mannheim.

Leave for Mannheim at once and warn Prince Karl Theodore about this madman.

He must not get a position that he won't accept here!

If I may, Your Highness, you are losing your best musician, and a magnificent composer.

To hell with him! I hated his music.

Leave all your trouble at the door

Here we can heal your broken heart

If you're hurting, just take a glass

Here at the inn of divine arts

Quit your damn whining

Come and sing the glories of absinth

Raise your glass, drink without fear

Bacchus is God in my house

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs!

Ach, guten Tag, mein Herr!

Schönes Fraulein!

Cheers!

Right here you will meet happiness

You will be welcome at any time

Drink way more than you should

It's good for everything you have

Drink up and hold on tight

Forgetting everything is not so hard

Drink way more than you should

It's good for everything you have

I leave my trouble at the door

I've come here to heal my broken heart

Drink way more than you should

It's good for everything you have

Drink way more than you should

It's good for everything you have.

Good evening, everyone!

Gentlemen, here are your music sheets.

Let's have another round!

Wolfgang, that's enough!

But Mom, we'll drink to my first concert here in Mannheim!

Damn right! Long live Mozart, and music!

You, the artist. You sound a bit cocky.

Weren't you dismissed in Salzburg?

– Sir, how dare you? – Mom!

That's right, Mr. Mozart. Everybody knows Colloredo got rid of you.

He wasn't dismissed. He resigned.

– You don't say. – It's true!

And here in Mannheim, I'll compose a great opera. In German!

Do you hear that? An opera in German!

Why not in French, while you're at it?

In Chinese!

Remember that we have taste here.

Everyone knows all good operas

are in Italian!

I don't give a damn about your good taste, or your prejudice!

Inquisitors, citizens,

Docile keepers of common good

Straying off the straight and narrow

Does me so much good!

I am a free thinker

A troublemaker, a loose cannon

Gentlemen, judges and prosecutors

I do not care about your courts

I am sitting on your honour

And your values that I despise

The cannons of justice

Fired up by your militia

For our own well-being

Give orders, or sentences

But I will not surrender

Gentlemen, judges and prosecutors

I do not care about your courts

I am sitting on your honour

And your values that I despise

If my madness is forbidden

Then it'll taste even sweeter

Inquisitors, citizens,

Docile keepers of common good

Straying off the straight and narrow

Does me so much good

I am a free thinker

A troublemaker, a loose cannon

Dear sirs, judges and prosecutors

I do not care about your courts

I am sitting on your honour

And your values that I despise.

You need to be taught a lesson!

Keep your hands off my son!

Musicians, help me!

Police!

– Well done! – I'm sorry?

I say: well done!

Who are you, sir?

Fridolin Weber, the city theatre's copyist.

Your son and his promising talent are the talk of the town.

So I decided to help him.

Help him? And how, if you please?

I will copy his compositions for free, and help you distribute them.

Oh! Sir, how can I ever repay you?

I don't know. Just allow me the pleasure of having you over for a hot chocolate.

With your mother. It'll be an honour to introduce you to my family. We'll talk.

– Sir, I don't think that- – We live behind the church! I'm counting on you!

Madam.

Wolfgang! I don't trust this man.

– But why? – You're so naive.

It's too good to be true!

– So? – Darling, I did as you asked!

– Did he say yes? – Yes, Cecilia, he's coming over!

And his mother? Is she coming too?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I told you not the first time, she'll ruin everything!

You idiot can't be trusted with anything!

Convincing him is your job too, isn't it?

Exactly, my dear, and I've done my part.

Watch this!

The invitation! It smells so good!

It smells like success!

Our daughter, invited for a week of concerts by the Princess of Orange!

Aloysia Weber, prima donna!

Yes, but now we have to convince Mozart to compose for her!

We'll organize a wonderful little party for him.

Ladies!

Come in, come in!

Thank you for coming!

– Allow me to introduce my wife, Cecilia. – Pleasure to meet you, madam.

Madam.

And here is the famous Mr. Mozart my husband told me so much about.

Meet my daughters: Sophie, Josepha...

and Constance.

Constance! Come say hello, please!

Please, sit down.

– Sophie! – Yes, Mom?

– Would you give some chocolate to...? – Anna Maria.

– Wolfgang, would you like some...? – No, thank you.

Constance, will you stop singing this stupid tune!

It's charming, though!

Constance, that's enough!!

Wolfgang, I heard that you used to be a child prodigy.

I even heard that...

Your father made you play the piano with your hands tied behind your back.

No, darling! Blindfolded.

Madam, I'm a musician, not a magician.

I'm a woman, half-moon, half-human

An anagram, an erratum

I'm being drawn and sculpted

I fascinate you, are you surprised?

My heart gives out, adrenaline saves me

By pounding in rhythm

Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum

Bim bam bim boum My heart whispers

Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum

My whole body starts to crack

I am a dream, an ectoplasm

I'm just a lie, a pleonasm

I remain of ice before your spasms

I can't find my place in your fantasies

Under my iron mask

My tears lacerate old wounds

Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum

Bim bam bim boum My heart whispers

Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum

My whole body starts to crack

My heart whispers, my soul murmurs

Under my armour, I start to crack

My heart whispers, my soul murmurs

Under my armour, I start to crack

My heart whispers, my soul murmurs

Under my armor, I start to crack

Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum

Bim bam bim boum My heart whispers

My dear Wolfgang, meet our daughter Aloysia.

Sir.

I've been dying to meet you ever since my father told me about you.

Miss, your singing blew me away.

Your voice is so pure, so soft.

Please, don't be cruel, I have so much to learn still.

Speaking of which, Aloysia was invited by the Princess of Orange to give a few concerts,

and the poor girl doesn't have much of a repertoire.

Sir, would you give me a few lessons?

Yes! I'm ready to help you,

– And to compose the most beautiful pieces for you. – Wolfgang!

Daddy, maybe Mr. Mozart could come with us to the princess's castle.

Yes, that way you could conduct your own music.

What a wonderful idea, isn't it, madam?

Wolfgang, we can't leave Mannheim now,

think of your position at the court, and the opera you were commissioned.

Miss, we can begin right away.

Very well. I'll go back to the hotel and write to your father,

and you know what he'll make of all this.

Do not touch me!

Constance, please?

What is it?

Well, could you move?

Your Highness.

My dear, isn't she perfect?

Look at him, he's fascinated.

Yes, she's so perfect, really!

Nobody asked your opinion!

Tell me, don't you think he's a little odd?

No, no, he's...

Let's just say he's emotional. That's right, emotional.

Besides, we're not asking him to marry her.

Mother, would I tell you

The causes of my torment

Ever since I saw Wolfgang

Looking at me tenderly

My heart says every second:

Can you live without a lover?

He blushes and then, sadly,

a sigh betrays his heart

The cruel and clever girl

Takes advantage of his weakness

Alas! Mother, one wrong step

Made him fall into her arms.

My dear husband, all our hopes have been dashed.

The prince turned us away once and for all,

and ever since Wolfgang fell for this Aloysia Weber,

nothing else matters to him.

Please, write him quickly and straighten him out.

Good evening, Mom!

Wolfgang, darling, I have to tell you-

We rehearsed all day! Aloysia is...

Amazing.

She's wonderful.

– Wolfgang, listen to me. – I'm listening, Mom!

We have to pack, we're leaving tomorrow and-

What's going on, Mom?

There is nothing left for us in Mannheim.

The commission of your opera was cancelled, and your application rejected.

Cancelled?

Rejected?

Well, I don't care! Aloysia is my future!

She'll be my muse, and I'll be her poet!

You've lost your mind, my poor darling!

Aria for my sublime Aloysia.

Crudel periglio.

– Bravo! – Congratulations, miss. How charming!

What a lovely couple, I must say.

What are you waiting for? Go talk to her!

Come on, Cecilia, not in front of everyone!

My friends, after singing, dancing.

Open the ball!

Your Highness! I am Aloysia Weber's father, and I would like to ask for a recommendation-

Mr. Mozart, come see me.

Your Highness, she dreams of joining the opera!

Your support would help her greatly!

I heard you were composing an opera in German! Tell me, is it a love story about me?

Your Highness! If you were kind enough to listen-

Such a great opportunity, wasted! You're pathetic!

– She's not listening to me! – Shut up, you idiot!

You've never done anything right for your daughter!

Fridolin! Come back here immediately!

– Aren't you going to congratulate me? – You'd like that, wouldn't you?

What's bothering you?

You're so annoying, both of you!

You're acting like a diva, and Wolfgang's acting like a lovesick fool.

– You're jealous. – Jealous? Me?

You are. You keep staring at him.

At least, I'm not making fun of him!

I'm not making fun of him! We work together, that's all.

You're using him! His music and his feelings are genuine, yours aren't!

But why worry?

Tomorrow, our wars

Will blow over, six feet under

In the meantime, you enrage me, you pretentious little bitch

You should just live in a convent, look what you call happiness

But why worry?

Our little wars

Will blow over

Six feet under

You play with people's feelings, but you're lying to yourself

You're so unbelievably uptight, it's when you knit you get your kicks

But why worry?

Our little wars

Will blow over

Six feet under

Time passes by, we've reached a dead-end

Before my final journey, let's try to play nice

I know the weakness of my hurtful words

I feel terrible

Time flies inexorably

My fears and anger make me want to bite you

One last reproach, and the wall comes closer

I feel just as bad

You've worn out so many mirrors, you wear too much make-up to see yourself

In your mirror, you're nobody but the reflection of a cow

But why worry?

Our little wars

Will blow over

Six feet under

But why worry?

Our little wars

Will blow over

Six feet under

My friends!

It's a triumph!

– Wolfgang, I'm so happy for you! – Thank you!

Tell us!

Dear Aloysia, the princess loved your singing so much that she agreed to renew your contract.

I knew it!

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

See, dear, it wasn't so difficult!

Wolfgang!

Mom? What are you doing here?

Here, this is for you.

For me?

Yes. It's a letter from your father.

Good news, I hope!

My errors, my pains, my decency, my regrets – but what's the point?

You don't care, you reject everything, you throw it all away

My memory, my history, my past, you bury them with disrespect

Tomorrow you'll say: "How could I not see all the traps?"

Swept away by this cruel game?

Resentment, fears, tragedies caused by bitter love

Dark nights, trouble found for the sake of short-lived pleasures

I keep preaching in the desert

But how can I remain silent?

The earth keeps spinning just like men

We make the same mistakes as our fathers

We always bite the same apple

The snake dances as we get tangled up

In yesterday's mistakes

To grow up, to thrive and get out of this old vicious circle

In my shadow, in the rubble of dark days, you will find light

You get your light from my flaws

How can I remain silent?

The earth revolves around men

We are the sum of our fathers' mistakes

We always bite the same apple

The snake dances as we get tangled up

The earth revolves around men

We must undo what we are

By kissing our fathers

Wolfgang! Get yourself together.

Give up on this Aloysia.

Go to Paris, quickly.

Paris is where you'll find honour and success.

Make them recognize your talent.

Only then, you will come back to Miss Weber.

Wolfgang, do as I say!

Aloysia...

Aloysia, I must leave you.

– Leave me? – Yes, tomorrow.

– What about our concerts? – I don't know.

You'll sing without me.

Wolfgang, what's going on?

I must leave Mannheim for Paris.

Right now? Think about it, what about Aloysia, and our plans?

Madam, tell us what this is about!

No, that's it! I'm leaving.

Aloysia, I won't be gone longer than a few months.

A few months? That's too long!

It's a lifetime! No, don't go!

This time, we've had it!

You idiot!

Aloysia, no. No.

My father is right. Today, I'm nothing.

In Paris, I'll get rich and famous, to be worthy of you.

Please, I'm begging you.

Aloysia, I love you. Don't forget me.

Goodbye.

I hate you.

I hate you, I hate you!

Divine, candid, libertine

Tonight I'm climbing into your bed

Let's leave husbands to their slumber

Let's love each other for the whole world to see

I'll learn your language and your accent

To understand you

I'll be frivolous and decadent

To surprise you

Tattoo me on your breasts

With the tip of my lips

I will kiss your hands

I'll make sure it pleases you

Tattoo me on your walls

A future to compose

I want to carve all my lust

On your gildings

Let's go out, arm in arm

Let's not be afraid of their vile arrogance (How indecent!)

Let's visit the bourgeois

Drink their wine and tease their conscience (You'll pay for this offence!)

I don't care if they laugh or look down on my flaws

They are my wealth, my pride

They are my land

Tattoo me on your breasts

With the tip of my lips

I will kiss your hands

I'll make sure it pleases you

Tattoo me on your walls

A future to compose

I want to carve all my lust

On your gildings

Tattoo you without bounds

(Made to measure)

Let yourself fall into my arms

Slip me under your sheets

Let's give in to excesses

Let's sing for the conformists

The delights of indecency

Tattoo me on your breasts

With the tip of my lips

I will kiss your hands

I'll make sure it pleases you

Tattoo me on your walls

A future to compose

I want to carve all my lust

On your gildings

Wolfgang!

Wolfgang!

Mom?

Mom? Wake up!

I'm not feeling so well, son.

I'll go get a doctor.

Help!

It's my mother, she's feeling weak!

Please, I don't have money with me, but I'll pay you!

Help us, I'm begging you!

Wolfgang, where are you?

It's all dark, I can't see anything!

I'm here, Mom, don't move.

I asked for a doctor.

How will you pay him? We have nothing left.

A friend of Baron Grimm commissioned me for a sonata yesterday.

He promised to give me an advance.

Don't lie to me, Wolfgang.

I know the baron has done nothing for you,

like I know Paris turned its back on you.

– No! – Honey, you have to leave.

Promise you'll leave this cursed city.

Go home.

Take good care of your sister.

Why would you say that? You'll do it yourself, come on.

And please, don't blame your father.

He loves you, you know.

Tell him... Please tell him...

Come on, we'll go back to the hotel.

We'll go back to Salzburg tomorrow!

Come on, Mom!

Mom!

Let me go!

Please, I'm begging you!

Aloysia!

Aloysia! Don't you recognize me?

Wolfgang. Wolfgang Mozart.

My god, Wolfgang?

Yes. I'm so happy to see you! I've just come back from Paris.

What's this thing you're wearing?

Are you a servant, now? Don't you like music anymore?

I do!

Don't tell me you're wearing the lastest fashion from Paris.

My mother died. This is my funeral outfit.

What a shame. I mean, how awful.

Anyway, it looks ugly.

You should get changed. And comb that hair.

Aloysia, I kept thinking of you in Paris.

Look, I brought back this aria for you.

But months have gone by, and I've been hired at the opera!

– The opera! – Yes.

And I get nothing but the best parts.

Aloysia, I'm here in front of you,

at your service.

I want to be part of your life.

I want to marry you.

Marry me?

I forgot to introduce Mr. Joseph Lange.

Sir.

We are getting married.

Have a safe trip back to Salzburg.

Come visit us if you ever come back to Munich.

Do say hello to your father for me.

I hate them all,

with their false pretense,

and their manners of little courtiers.

I'm going back to Salzburg.

But...

I won't give up.

I'll fight till the end,

for my music.

Till the end!

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,

betrayed, humiliated,

salutes you.

Too much noise for too many nights spent thinking

When absence waltzes

In this ball

Your silence is a painful scream

I make out your face on shadows

My dark memories

Kill me

I sleep on roses

That make up my cross

I can't ignore the pain

But I dare not

Miss you

At night, in the rain, in laughter

In the worst of my life

Too much noise for my unstable mind

Faltering on my pale dreams

Funny dance

Memory is a well of pain

Above your sacred body

My love was hanged

And swings

I sleep on roses

That make up my cross

I can't ignore the pain

But I dare not

Touch upon the things

That burgeoned without you

Oh, my rose

Don't wither and die

I miss you

At night, in the rain, in laughter

In the worst of my life

I hate roses

As much as I hate tears

Life imposes itself

I believe again

In my broken dreams

At last, I want

To know the fever

Of the scent

Of roses

So this is it, you're leaving.

Yes, Father. In Vienna, I'll finally live among musicians

– Play in salons, compose for princes! – No, Wolfgang.

You're not going for pleasure.

You're only accompanying Colloredo to the coronation of the new emperor.

Just do whatever he says.

Father, Vienna is a new opportunity for me.

Opportunity?

You had all the opportunities in the world.

You travelled, met people, and you messed everything up.

– You even neglected your mother! – No!

You let her die!

You deprived me of my other half.

Father.

I've worked hard all my life

so you'd be proud of me.

And I'm sorry if I disappointed you!

But I can't carry on like this.

For three years, I've been bullied and humiliated by this tyrant.

No more!

This time, I'm going to Vienna for myself!

For my music.

No, Mozart. You're at my service here in Vienna.

And I won't let you perform for anyone else!

– Your Highness, I only wanted to ask you- – And now...

Go back to the kitchen.

Your place is with the servants.

If the maestro would like to sit down, dinner is served.

So, traitor, don't you enjoy our company?

This musician is so precious!

You'll drink to us, now!

Little coward

Wants to grow up

But he remains sitting

The little fool

Insults the sultan

But he gets punished

Life is unfair, but it depends for whom

Life is unfair, especially for the powerless

Life is unfair, and that's why we laugh

Around the rich and powerful

The scum laughs

My dear brother, I know life in Vienna is hell.

But please, Wolfgang, hang in there!

What's going on, Mr. Mozart? Are you cancelling our rehearsals?

I'm talking to you, Herr Mozart! Is he deaf?

Let us love one another

Comedy, tragedy

All children are ours

Comedy, tragedy

Whatever blows you receive

You'll turn the other cheek

Comedy, tragedy

Lucky are the wretches allowed into heaven

Mr. Mozart, what is this about? Colloredo won't let you come to my salon?

What a shame.

Enough!!

Mr. Mufti, king of the narrow-minded,

take one last good look at me.

I, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, am resigning tonight!

You hear that, my Lord? I'm free. Free!

Whatever the courtiers who grovel at the feet of the wealthiest may think

I laugh at their miserable lives of crushed insects

Cease the futile nonsense that shines in high society

I'm quite comfortable with crimes of lese majesty

No one in this world is master of men

Prince of laws

Make way, I'm coming through

I am king of my dreams

Lord of liberties

Dare to give thanks

To this rising madman

Make way, I'm coming through

I am king of my dreams

Lord of my ideas

Dare to give thanks

To this well-meaning rascal

Whatever the lords who skew every one of our wishes may think

Their thrones of clay are for me no more than chairs

No one in this world is a god for men

Worthy of faith

Make way, I'm coming through

I am king of my dreams

Lord of liberties

Dare to give thanks

To this rising madman

Make way, I'm coming through

I am king of my dreams

Lord of my ideas

Dare to give thanks

To this well-meaning rascal

Bravo!

Well done, Mozart!

Come on, my dear Stephanie, an opera in German? Ridiculous.

Mr. Rosenberg, I don't share your opinion. I'd say-

It's a heresy, I tell you!

Can you imagine some cheap local singers on the stage of the Imperial Theatre?

Salieri, do you imagine, for instance...

This is nonsense!

Yes, what is it?

His Majesty Joseph II, emperor of Austria!

– Sun of the Tyrol- – That'll do, my friend.

– Good day, gentlemen. Follow me! – Your Majesty.

Mademoiselle.

Good! I'm listening.

Your Majesty, let me introduce Mr. Stephanie.

He's here to give you the libretto for the opera you commissioned,

of which he is the author.

Go ahead!

Your Majesty.

Step back. Quick!

The Abduction from the Seraglio.

What a curious title!

Your Majesty, it's a divertissement, an exciting Turkish tale.

Very well!

And who will set our opera to music, sir?

I've asked Wolfgang Mozart.

A very promising young composer, all of Vienna is talking about him!

A young birdbrain, Your Majesty,

who claims everywhere he will only compose for German operas!

Yes, Your Majesty. I thought German would suit you.

Tell me, my dear Salieri, what do you think?

A birdbrain...

But infinitely talented.

– Come on, Salieri! – However!

We can't deny his youth, or his lack of experience.

Gentlemen, that's settled. We are choosing Mozart!

Thank you!

– Rosenberg, you'll keep an eye on this. – Yes, your Majesty.

You'll be its guarantor, Intendant.

Absolutely.

Now, let's set a date for the premiere!

He chose Mozart! He chose Mozart!

He chose Mozart!

Cut it out, Lady Gaga!

I'm sorry?

– I'll make him shut up! – No, I'm done!

Josepha! Don't forget to change the sheets on the second floor.

Yes, Mom.

Constance?

– Constance! – Yes, Mom!

Mr Haufe's shirts, are they ready?

– In a second, Mom! – Hurry up, he's waiting to leave.

So, 2, 4, 6, 8, that's right!

What about those shirts?

Here you go, sir.

Come on, be on your way!

Constance, what are you doing? You still have work to do!

I'm sick of slaving away like a housemaid! Why don't you hire a housekeeper?

And where will you find the money to pay her?

You stupid girl!

Ever since your father died and that diva Aloysia got married,

I've been working myself to death, and you're tired, you're moody.

Really! I wonder whether you'll start using your brain someday!

I set my novels on fire

Assassinated my prince charmings

I erased

The marks and bitter regrets

Caused by wounded love

I had vowed to myself

I would give up on lovers

And then, one night

He stole my heart mercilessly

His gaze burnt my skin

And if I swoon

I'll impale myself on his fangs

I'm not strong enough

I'll end up in this man's claws

And if I swoon

I'm sure I'll get hurt

I have to get away

Before this animal eats me alive

My body and more

Let my break-ups hold me back

Let my wounds remember them

I'm on the road to ruin

My demons are waiting for me

Vulnerable, I'm taking the plunge

And if I swoon

I'll impale myself on his fangs

I'm not strong enough

I'll end up in this man's claws

It's got to be worth it

(If she swoons)

Painful, but not too much

A flash in the pan

Would surely strike me a fatal blow

To my body and more

Let my break-ups hold me back

Mom! It's Wolfgang!

Wolfgang is visiting us!

Well, it's him! Our runaway.

Our Mr. Fickle.

I hope you regret abandoning us in Mannheim, at least!

– Mrs. Weber, I regret deeply! – It's forgotten!

Aloysia got over it, married well...

She's famous, and even expecting a child.

A child?

To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, maestro?

Well, I would like to rent a room.

No problem.

But let me warn you...

You'll have to behave.

I still have three daughters, so don't take advantage of the situation.

There won't be a second Aloysia.

As for me...

Don't even think about it.

You're not my type at all.

We know everything about you!

You left Colloredo!

The emperor commissioned you for an opera!

And you're still not married.

Ladies, let him breathe!

You look very pale.

We'll take care of you.

And if she swoons

(If she swoons)

Surely, she'll get hurt

She has to get away

Before the animal eats her alive

Her body and more

(Her body and more)

Her body and more

Well, hurry up, Mr. Stephanie.

– I'm bored. Bored! – We're getting there, sir!

– Maybe you could come back in a moment- – What's happening this time?

Have the rehearsals not started?

– Of course they have! – Good!

Is Mozart here or not?

– I'm sorry? – Well? Is he here or not?

– Oh! Yes, he is! – There we go.

Mozart is here of course, but-

Back off. Back off, or I'll get mad!

Jesus! Salieri, don't look at this!

I knew we should have come earlier.

– Maestro! – Mr. Stephanie! Which one is Mozart?

Constance! You promised me a kiss!

Come and get it!

Maestro Mozart! We are ready, and waiting.

Well, Miss Cavalieri, you'll be the one waiting for once!

– Excuse me, Maestro- – Silence, let's get to work!

Will you announce us!

Let's go to aria No. 10. I'll count a measure for nothing.

Mozart...

Mr. Rosenberg and myself are here at the emperor's request

to evaluate your work,

and I can see why he's worried about the result.

Ha! Thank you.

How could you judge my work

without having heard the first note?

Notes, notes, notes!

Too many notes!

So I hear your score is riddled with unplayable sections?

– Too many notes? – You heard me.

Where does this rubbish come from, if not from your own prejudice!

This is an outrage I will not tolerate any further. Goodbye, sir.

– Salieri? – Sir, let me explain!

Salieri, are you coming?

Congratulations on that little outburst, my friend.

I hope your music lives up to your claims.

Wait!

Salieri...

You're a musician.

Please.

I don't need it.

Where does this strange feeling come from

Both fascinating and disturbing?

I shiver, stabbed by beauty

It's like a knife through my soul

The wound pierces my heart

And I feel joy in pain

I get drunk on this poison

To the point of losing my mind

It feels so good it hurts

When you love, perfectly normal

Your hatred takes all the pleasure

Suffering feels so nice

Succumb to the charm, give your tears

It feels so good it hurts (It hurts)

When you love, perfectly common (So good it hurts)

Your pain, the true delights

Come from torture

Drop your weapons, give your tears

I'm feeling violent urges

I feel like I'm hitting rock bottom

I don't know where this curse comes from

But I love having it under my skin

Overwhelmed by crazy thoughts

Suddenly, my envy wells up

Desire becomes my prison

To the point of losing my mind

It feels so good it hurts

When you love, perfectly normal

Your hatred takes all the pleasure

Suffering feels so nice

Succumb to the charm, give your tears

It feels so good it hurts (It hurts)

When you love, perfectly common (So good it hurts)

Your pain, the true delights

Come from torture

Drop your weapons, give your tears (I give my tears)

It feels so good it hurts

When you love, perfectly normal

Your hatred takes all the pleasure

Suffering feels so nice

Succumb to the charm, give your tears (I give my tears)

It feels so good it hurts (It hurts me)

When you love, perfectly common (So good it hurts)

Your pain, the true delights

Come from torture

Drop your weapons, give your tears (I'll drop my weapons, give my tears)

Well, well, maestro?

Too many notes?

Mozart, hear my advice...

Stay in your place, and we'll get along just fine.

Constance!

– Pouchie, Pouchie! – Oh, my love.

Constance...

– Will you give me that kiss, now? – Yes!

– Ha! The little rascals! – Mom!

Caught red-handed, my little lambs!

– Shame on you! – Cecilia! Mom, I mean, madam!

– This isn't what it looks like! – You gave me your word!

– No, in fact- – Are you admitting to it?

Wolfgang, you will be the end of us!

You flaunted your relationship with such indecency!

All of Vienna will look down on us!

So many efforts and sacrifices only to see my little Constance dishonored!

Thank god, your father isn't here to see this!

Mom, how dare you?

Shut up and get out, now!

Never!

You little pest!

– Wolfgang! – I think I'd better go.

Tell me, young man...

You're not trying to escape, are you?

– I'm not! – Because if you were...

We'd have to call the police on you!

The police? Who on earth are you?

I am the guardian of this poor child!

Thank you for coming so quickly!

Sir, you will repair the harm you have done to this family!

And how am I supposed to do this?

By signing this promise of marriage.

A promise of marriage?

But my father will refuse!

The scoundrel is using the father excuse again!

You have to promise to marry Miss Weber within three years.

If you don't honour your promise...

You will have to pay Mrs. Weber 300 florins.

To hell with this!

Oh, yes, that's very good.

Is everything clear?

It's clear your trap was well-planned!

Congratulations, Madam!

Mozart, quit your whining and sign this.

Dad! Listen to this: "On His Majesty's request,

Mr Mozart has begun the rehearsals of The Abduction from the Seraglio.

There is no doubt this opera will be warmly received by the Viennese audience."

Dad, this is it! Our Wolfgang is going to be famous!

Why the long face?

Your brother...

He wrote to me asking for permission to marry Constance Weber,

Aloysia's sister.

He got caught in the nets of this damn family again,

but I won't let him marry her, not while I'm still alive!

Dad, I don't understand you,

I'm sure Constance is sincere.

And if Wolfgang loves her,

why won't you let him be happy?

She wants all his talent

The flights of fancy

The great inversions

Under the baton of virtuoso

Of this daring musician

I want the blessings

A romantic opera

A lover in heaven

And superimposed choruses

In a blaze of glory

Oh, how presumptuous!

Goodbye...

Solos in the sheets

The two of us

Will do our scales up and down

Wicked

The kicks of married life

Heaven...

Blesses our frolicking

Constance, what have you done?

I can't believe you took part in your mother's scheme.

Do you really think I did?

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Wolfgang! You're the person I love the most in the world!

If you decide to marry me one day,

I don't want it to be because of a promise you were forced to sign.

This is not an answer.

Do you recognize this paper?

I stole it from my mother this morning.

Look how much I care.

Miss Constance Weber...

will you be my wife?

She wants a harmony

His hand to lead her

And try his ardour

In a symphony of sighs

Let's violate desire

Oh, how concupiscent!

Goodbye...

Solos in the sheets

The two of us

Will do our scales up and down

Wicked

The kicks of married life

Heaven...

Blesses our frolicking

I speak in the name of the Father

Don't let go of the angel's hand

Worth more than this vulgar comedy

There is no salvation on earth

For loose morals

Goodbye...

Solos in the sheets

The two of us

Will do our scales up and down

Wicked

The kicks of married life

Heaven...

Blesses our frolicking

Goodbye...

Solos in the sheets

Heaven...

Blesses our frolicking.

What is this? Get this thing out now!

Don't just stare at me like an idiot!

I knew it, I knew it!

I shouldn't have allowed this to happen!

Tonight is the premiere of The Abduction from the Seraglio,

and all of Vienna is waiting for this crackpot Mozart's first performance

like it's the event of the year.

And Salieri, that idiot who never gets it, tells me:

"You'll see, Rosenberg...

"The confusion of his music will upset the court and the emperor,

"And everything will go back to normal."

What an idiot!

What if they actually enjoyed this confusion he talks about?

You never know! After all, there are a few parts that are quite nice.

Well, efficient.

It's true, let's be honest! Here, for instance:

The overture!

The exposition is magical, listen to this!

Listen.

Jesus.

Salieri, it's you! You scared the living daylights out of me.

– Tell me... – Yes?

Rosenbeeeeerg...

– Do you like Mozart's music so much? – Of course I don't!

– On the contrary, I was complaining about it! – Complaining?

– Yes, I was! – Really.

Of course, Salieri, I was thinking tonight was the premiere of the Seraglio,

and Mozart cannot, must not succeed.

So...

In front of the emperor, I have a few friends who...

will reserve their whistles and boos for this dreadful opera.

– You do that, my friend. – Oh, I will!

May I have your attention, please?

My dear Mozart, your opera is nothing short of a triumph!

Thank you, thank you.

Rosenberg and Salieri are humiliated.

I'm so proud of you, my love!

Let's raise our glasses to your victory!

Excuse me?

Excuse me.

I'd like to speak with Maestro Mozart.

He's in front of you, sir.

I'm Lorenzo da Ponte, court author and poet.

Lorenzo da Ponte.

My friends, the author of Maestro Salieri's libretti is doing me the honour of visiting me.

But what can I do for you, sir?

I'd like to write a libretto for you, but...

Apparently, I arrived at the wrong time.

I'll come back tomorrow.

No, Da Ponte, stay!

Please stay.

The great Mozart is going back to music!

Please make your way to the next room, I think dinner is served.

I'm listening.

I have here the summary of a comedy by Carlo Goldoni,

which would suit the tastes of our Viennese audience.

You and I both know their limitations.

I have better than that.

– The Marriage of Figaro. – The play by Beaumarchais?

You do know the emperor banned it in Vienna, don't you?

Well, you'll convince him!

To go back on his decision?

He'll never agree, this play caused a huge scandal in France,

and the rumours of revolution are increasing everywhere in Europe.

It will be Figaro...

Or nothing.

Then you'll have to count me out.

A valet who lectures and ridicules a count!

Your Viennese audience won't follow you.

Da Ponte! What I want to bring to life

are not so much the revolutionary ideas, but the wrench of human passions.

Figaro really speaks to me,

and his rebellion is the one of a free man!

With your talent and my music, we'll win! Please say yes, Da Ponte!

Tonight, His Majesty the Emperor Joseph II

will attend the dress rehearsal of The Marriage of Figaro,

opera buffa in four acts presented by Messrs. Mozart and Da Ponte.

What's going on? Why isn't the orchestra playing?

Will someone explain this farce to me, Da Ponte?

I hope Your Majesty will forgive us, we have only respected your will.

My will? Really!

Stop everything!

Mr. Rosenberg censored the dance in my finale.

There!

Apparently, Your Majesty won't tolerate ballet in his theatre.

Rosenberg, what's this rubbish?

Your Majesty, if I may, let me remind you that

ballet isn't a done thing, that's all.

Well, know that I do not care about that.

I want to see and hear this ballet, is that clear?

Come on, Salieri, is this a joke?

Your Majesty, this is unacceptable.

– Salieri, don't you- – That's enough, Rosenberg!

Salieri, proceed.

Mozart...

Please resume your finale with the orchestra.

That's what I like to hear!

Thank you, Mr. Salieri!

What was that about? Are you trying to sabotage me?

I saved both our necks from this situation you got us in.

By letting Mozart win in front of the emperor?

Thank you very much!

You don't get it, Rosenberg.

Mozart is on the road to ruin, Figaro will offend the nobility.

They will never forgive him.

Scandal is near.

Now listen carefully.

Spread rumours in salons.

Stir things up in the company.

Corrupt them if you have to.

And when... the time is right,

we'll see the emperor again, he'll listen to me.

Yes, that's good. Very good.

I'm counting on you. Now go.

And yet...

His music is sublime.

On this night, unbearable insomnia

Madness will get me

I am what I'm fleeing

I endure this cacophony

Splitting my head

Relentless harmony

It tells me: you'll pay for your crimes

Whatever happens

We drag our chains

Our sorrows

I devote my nights to the Assasymphony

To requiems

Killing out of spite

Everything I sow

I devote my nights to the Assasymphony

To blasphemy

I confess I curse

Those who love each other

The enemy hidden away in my mind

Celebrates my defeats

Challenges me constantly

I renounce the fatal heresy

Eating me away

I want to be reborn

Reborn

I devote my nights to the Assasymphony

To requiems

Killing out of spite

Everything I sow

I devote my nights to the Assasymphony

To blasphemy

I confess I curse

Those who love each other

Cry, violins of my life,

Violence of my envy,

Insane symphony

Disconcerting concerto

I play but can't reach beauty

My talent sounds off-key

I stave off boredom with my love for music

I kill my fears in disharmony

I devote my nights to the Assasymphony

To requiems

Killing out of spite

Everything I sow

I devote my nights to the Assasymphony

To blasphemy

I confess I curse

Those who love each other

I devote my nights to the Assasymphony

I confess I curse

Those who love each other

Long live Figaro!

Aloysia!

– Aloysia, my dear sister. – Constance.

Let's live it up

To celebrate Figaro

Mozart is a genius!

What an amazing feat

Getting cheered out by the crowd

In front of so many enemies

In spite of the plotters, Mozart succeeded

Despite the evil schemes, triumph is achieved

Despite the influence of courtiers, he's winning

That snake Rosenberg bit the dust

Long live Figaro!

May I have some fun too?

I'd like to contribute to your little party.

The Marriage of Figaro was withdrawn!

By order of His Majesty, of course.

You're lying! He wouldn't betray my husband!

It's you who set him against Mozart with your lies!

Wolfgang is the greatest composer in Vienna!

Who's this crazy hag?

You'll tell your greatest composer in Vienna he's nothing anymore!

Tomorrow, every door will be closed to him.

No one will want anything to do with him.

No one!

No, Mozart, the ending's just not right.

Don Giovanni, swallowed up by hell!

We can't end it this way. We need a last scene, something positive!

People need to forget about the disastrous effects of Figaro!

You have to make peace with your audience.

What audience?

The one that celebrates you one day and stabs you the next?

I know, but rehearsals start in three months,

and we don't have a single act ready.

Wolfgang, you're not with me, what's going on?

My father is sick.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Well, what do we do, then?

I'll leave for Salzburg,

and help my sister take care of him.

It's too late, you won't make up for lost time.

How can you say that?

– He's my father, I owe him everything! – Certainly not your genius.

Let's get back to it, shall we?

Genius?

Genius is also the love he gave me,

it's the way he cared for his children,

and his passion for music,

that my whole life revolves around.

Your face is lighting up

Your eyes are getting foggy

You're going to dance in heaven

You appease me, you lie to me

Then you slowly slip away

Towards the most beautiful slumber

Sleep, my angel

In eternal innocence

Sleep, my angel

Heaven is your home

Fly, my angel

Life is sweeter elsewhere

Sleep, sleep, sleep,

My angel, sleep

Angelus bells are ringing

Fly, fly, fly

My childhood is flying away

My dreams are violated

I'm a tightrope artist

Suspended in the mist

Walking along your footsteps

I stagger, fall over

I plunge into the remnants

Of the days that tell me about you

Sleep, my angel

In eternal innocence

Sleep, my angel

Heaven is your home

Fly, my angel

Time will soothe my pain

Da Ponte, my father is dead.

Mr. Mozart?

What do you want?

Don't ask any question.

The man who sends me...

considers you the most talented composer.

What does he want from me?

He wants you to compose a mass for the dead.

A requiem?

For whom?

That's none of your business.

Here are 100 ducats.

You'll get as much when you're done.

Work with all the care possible.

The man is a connoisseur.

Wolfgang, 100 ducats!

– We're saved! – No, Constance, no.

This man isn't from this world,

he came from beyond to tell me this is the end.

No...

You know, Mrs. Rosenberg tells me: "My dear,

– speaking of me –

"You're a wonderful human being."

I love to laugh, you know.

Your attention, please! God bless the one His Majesty appointed Imperial Kapellmeister,

our friend and composer, Antonio Salieri!

I thought I would succeed

By cheating destiny

But I lost myself to win

Victory without virtue

Means triumph without glory

Honour is worth more than a trophy

Ridiculous, don't have any qualms

You have to triumph

If you're adored, don't have any qualms

Take it as it comes

But the mirror won't look back at me

So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory

I admit I was defeated by my thirst for power

I rose to the top without working my way up

I'm the unseemly prince

Of a ridiculous talent

Getting others to love me without feeling love myself

Ridiculous, don't have any qualms

You have to triumph

If you're adored, don't have any qualms

Take it as it comes

But the mirror won't look back at me

So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory

Victim of my victory

Better to be the victim of a victory than the king of fanciful dreams!

Alone and in disgrace, like this poor Mozart,

ruined by the failure of his wretched Don Giovanni.

Reduced to composing a tale on happiness.

Yes, The Talking Reed Pipe, I think.

No! I remember: The Blocked Flute.

It's The Magic Flute, you know that.

Yes, yes, a simple street storyteller's farce,

for aphasic and disillusioned artists.

How does it go again?

The Blocked Flute? The Talking Reed Pipe? It's Mozart they're murdering!

Victim of my victory

My glory is laughable

Ridiculous, don't have any qualms

You have to triumph

If you're adored, don't have any qualms

Take it as it comes

But the mirror won't look back at me

So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory

Ridiculous, don't have any qualms

You have to triumph (Why should I triumph?)

If you're adored, don't have any qualms

Take it as it comes (Why enable me?)

But my pride is in mourning

So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory

Victim of my victory

I lost...

In the eyes of history.

Wolfgang, you'll catch a cold.

I've got it, I've got it.

Write it down. Lacrimosa: tears.

D minor, first measure.

F, C sharp, D.

Third measure, start of the theme: legato.

A, F, D, D, C.

Third measure: hope, finally.

The chorus comes in.

B and C, natural. Whole tone.

Then semitone.

The unreachable.

Music will overtake me.

Heaven... light...

Master?

The poor Mozart...

I heard he remains cooped up all day, and that his health is deteriorating.

He tells everyone that Death commissioned a requiem for his own funeral.

For his own funeral? How presomptuous.

Don't you think, Da Ponte?

Sir...

Anything concerning Mozart concerns me too,

and your contempt for him is disgusting.

Constance!

Wolfgang!

What are you doing here?

Who let you in?

Madam...

I heard your husband was ill,

and I came to offer my help.

We don't want anything, sir.

After all the harm you've done to us?

Oh, it's you!

Salieri!

How are you?

Wolfgang, lie down, get some rest.

Please go, you can see it's not a good time!

– Salieri! – Please go!

You know, Salieri...

I'll never manage to finish it.

My requiem.

You will, Mozart.

You'll get better.

No, my friend.

– Death is here. – Wolfgang, don't say that,

you'll bring us bad luck! I'll get the doctor.

No, Constance!

It's no use. I just want to see Süssmayr,

he must finish the requiem.

Go, the notes and the first drafts are on the table.

Go, now, go!

We leave without knowing

Where memories die

Our life passes by within the space of a breath

Our tears, our fears

Have lost their meaning

Yet we cling onto the thread of our desires

That yesterday

We still couldn't stop cursing

If we must die

Might as well make life worthwhile

Hold everything back

To sacrifice it all

If we must die

I want to carve on our headstones

That our laughter

Fooled death and time

I'll see you again

I'll see you again

Where nothing is nothing anymore

We'll understand where we come from

Rise up, madmen

Without you, the world

Loses its mind

Let's follow till the end

These unruly madmen

Are angels

Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes

We have the choice to rebuild a world

But why worry? Six feet under, we'll be standing

Our troubles won't seem so crushing, gone topsy-turvy

Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes

We have the choice to rebuild a world

Let's wake the madman hidden within us

The king of dreams

Let's live life to the full, and above all

Let the madmen rise

Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes

We have the choice to rebuild a world

Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes

We have the choice to rebuild a world

Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes

We have the choice to rebuild a world

Rise up...

Madmen.

Tattoo me on your breasts

With the tip of my lips

I will kiss your hands

I'll make sure it pleases you

Tattoo me on your walls

A future to compose

I want to carve all my lust

On your gildings

Tattoo me on your breasts

With the tip of my lips

I will kiss your hands

I'll make sure it pleases you

(From the tip of my lips)

Tattoo me on your walls

A future to compose

I want to carve all my lust

On your gildings

Tattoo me on your breasts

With the tip of my lips

I will kiss your hands

I'll make sure it pleases you

Tattoo me on your walls

A future to compose

I want to carve all my lust

On your gildings

Thank you, everyone!

Tonight is the great ball

Put some blusher on your pale ideas

We're going to dance with the stars

Higher still

Today is the big day

Let's watch the drums drop on the ground

The music of court soldiers

Sound off-key still

So come on, it's almost the end

Of this world that's become deaf

So come on, ring the alarm bells

Send their old ideas flying

Come and dance, it's our turn

Tonight is the big night

Our dreams are draped in velvet

We rush towards a fresh start

More beautiful still

So come on, it's almost the end

Of this world that's become deaf

So come on, ring the alarm bells

Send their old ideas flying

Come and dance, it's our turn

I drank this bitter-tasting love

I saw the towers fall on earth

I saw black gold bleed in the sea

And all the eyes on the ephemeral

I see the new day dawning

I believe in the laughter of the madman up there

I want to grasp all mysteries

And set myself free from the ephemeral

Tonight is the great ball

Put some blusher on your pale ideas

We're going to dance with the stars

Higher still

So come on, it's almost the end

Of this world that's become deaf

So come on, ring the alarm bells

Send their old ideas flying

Come and dance, it's our turn

So come on, it's almost the end

Of this world that's become deaf

So come on, ring the alarm bells

Let's love each other on their rubble

Let's love each other for a new world.