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The following programme contains strong language.

Sexual references and scenes which some viewers may find distressing

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Antonio Salieri.

The whole reason why I came to Vienna

was to write for the Imperial Opera!

(GUFFAWS)

Oh, yuck, who wrote this? Can I change it?

(LAUGHING) Oh, my goodness!

Bravo! Fantastic!

(APPLAUSE) Thank you!

Court composer...

It's an honour to serve the crown.

I want you to succeed here.

Herr Mozart!

(LAUGHS)

Hello!

# EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK #

It used to be that I could find his voice

as easily as I found my own.

His? God's!

Oh, yes... Him!

# DIE ENTFUHRUNG AUS DEM SERAIL #

There were just too many notes!

Just because you're stuck rehashing boring old operas doesn't mean I have to be!

Maybe God doesn't speak to you because you fucking bore him!

Perhaps it was in that moment

I knew I was gonna kill Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!

(MUSIC RISING)

(FLOURISHES)

(INTENSIFIES)

(CONTINUES AND FADES)

(FLAMES FLICKERING)

You're shocked...

I don't blame you.

It's a shocking thing to hear.

Why... Why share this with me?

Why not tell this to a priest or a constable?

You and I have no great bond.

Or had you forgotten what you did?

But we have the GREATEST bond, Frau Mozart.

We have him!

(FLICKERING CONTINUES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SILENCE FALLS)

Herr Mozart?

(CHIRPING RESUMES)

They're ready for you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER FLOWING)

# SYMPHONY NO. 41 IN C MAJOR #

(CHEERING)

(MUSIC AND CELEBRATIONS CONTINUE)

Congratulations!

(LAUGHTER)

(LIVELY MUSIC SNAPS IN)

(LAUGHTER AND MERRIMENT)

I expected better of you, you know!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(LAUGHTER)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WHOOPING AND LAUGHTER)

(SPLUTTERS)

Ah, right...!

Ah, Antonio!

Herr Salieri!

Oh, and Frau Salieri! It's the Salieris!

You came! Well, of course we came!

Congratulations! Thank you so much, thank you!

Your bride is on a table...?

Yes, I... I don't know why! (CHUCKLING)

You know, I've been thinking about it

and I forgive you

for what happened when you didn't defend me, I really do!

I understand it now, you're in a very difficult position!

We all know how beholden you are to this emperor,

all the constraints and the rules!

It's no wonder that some of your things don't fly!

You're like a big, beautiful bird in a cage!

I could NEVER do what you do!

It'd drive me absolutely fucking mad!

I heard there's a new one coming, though!

Is that true? Yes. La scuola de' gelosi.

La scuola de' gelato!

Ice Cream School!

Gelosi. Ah, gelosi...

The School of Jealousy!

Uh, well, Stanze's sister is going up for a part.

Very good singer.

Completely fucking mental, but, uh...

Lovely singing voice! Ah...!

Please make yourselves at home!

Enjoy these sausages and gherkins!

Pow!

(LIVELY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TRAY THUMPS)

(FADES)

(GENTLE NOTES)

(DEEPER) Mmm...

(CONTINUE)

Mmm!

(SLOW SEARCHING MUSIC)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

He didn't come to the wedding.

Who?

My father.

Neither did mine.

I suppose he is dead, so I have to forgive him.

(LIGHT CHUCKLE)

(EXHALES)

You should write to him. Tell him off.

Maybe I will.

(PLAYING)

(ABRUPTLY STOPS) Argh!

(RESUMES)

Come now, you're getting better, Your Majesty!

What's the punishment for lying to an emperor, do you think?

Is it flogging or beheading? (LAUGHS)

There are people in this palace who'd drag you out into the garden

and beat you to death with rocks if I asked them to!

All of them, actually! (CONTINUES)

You still have some way to go but you ARE improving, Majesty!

(FLAILING)

My niece Elizabeth is coming to Vienna.

She needs a music tutor, lest she ends up like her uncle!

The princess?

(STAMMERS) Your Majesty, I would be honoured to...

Ha, I'm sure you would, court composer, but, uh...

No, I think the princess would like somebody a little bit more...

A bit more...? Oh, I don't know...

Vibrant!

Well, she's young!

You understand what I'm trying to say!

Yes, I think I do, sir...

She had a rather fun idea, how about Mozart?

Mozart? I think she might rather like that!

He tutors, surely?

I've heard the boy play.

I mean, God, if he can rub some of that off on my niece then so much the better!

How is he, anyway?

I was worried that he was a bit wounded by my critique on his opening night.

Well, he's written about 200 concertos and gotten married since then

so I think he's doing fine, sir!

(CHUCKLES)

Yes, I was hoping that he might be given a chance to write something new for us.

Another brothel-set fantasy with too many notes, perhaps?

Perhaps a little more judiciousness in your handling of him next time

but it's funny, I went away from that opera and couldn't stop thinking about it.

It got under my skin somehow.

We need to be BOLDER, Antonio!

You were right,

getting you to restage Tarare, it was...

A success. Safe.

'A copy of a Parisian hit', that's what my sister called it.

No, courage is what's needed now.

Courage in court and in government.

We need to be BRAVE, Antonio, hmm?

Brave men win the day, do they not?

Of course, Your Majesty.

I'll let you give Mozart the good news about Elizabeth. Wonderful.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(FUMBLING HARPSICHORD PLAYING)

(GROANS)

(CONTINUES)

My goodness, Rupert...

(HOOVES IN DISTANCE)

Have you been practising?

Um, yes...

Yes, no, I can tell!

You've really improved, haven't you?

I kid, of course.

I jest, I jape, I make merry.

I can tell that you're lying, Rupert.

I can tell you have NOT been practising.

In fact, what you just produced

leads me to question whether you haven't actually discovered

something that is sort of the reverse of practising,

a kind of NOT practising

so powerful as to completely undo all of the accumulated knowledge of our previous session.

A sort of anti-practice!

Have you cultivated an irrational fear of competency,

perhaps?

Did somebody perform rudimentary surgery

and replace your ten fingers with flaccid baby cocks, Rupert?

Do you have flaccid baby cocks for fingers, Rupert?

Have you even touched this fucking harpsichord a single time

since I walked out of that door a week ago?

No, I didn't think so...

And THAT'S why you're not playing it very well!

Now, I'm gonna go and use your privy

in the hope that the noise of my intestinal fluctuations are more pleasing

than whatever the fuck you just tried to fart out of these keys!

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CHAIR CREAKS)

Baby cocks for fingers? Yes...

You're gonna run out of students!

Don't worry, everybody in this town wants to learn the violin

or fortepiano or the fucking triangle!

You got a letter... From your father.

It came while you were asleep.

Like an assassin. Mm-hm.

Mm-hm...

(SIGHS)

Let me see.

(CUTLERY AND PLATES CLINK)

Don't worry, it's just his way!

He doesn't deserve you! He DEFINITELY deserves me!

Poor old bastard...

Right, I might be a little bit late this evening.

Mm-hm?

Bring some people back with me, do you mind? No.

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(CONTINUES)

Your sister is a great talent! (LAUGHS) Yes!

(PLEASANT PIANO PLAYING)

(FADES)

I'm sorry, you did want to see me, didn't you?

Yes!

Aloysia said that you... Yes!

Yes!

I hear your husband lost another pupil.

Yes, he did... Yes.

Well, as luck would have it, a new job has become available.

A ROYAL appointment, actually.

Princess Elizabeth.

A princess? THE princess!

Uh...

Now, tutoring her is a position that will hold significant standing

in the court and beyond.

I mean, he...

He'd be perfect for it! He's a brilliant tutor!

My playing has come on so much and that's just...

I was wondering if you might bring me his manuscripts

so I can properly consider his work, make his case to the emperor.

(SINGING IN DISTANCE)

Yes, of course.

Bring the works to my residence,

newer ones if possible,

and, uh...

I ask that we keep this strictly between us.

Absolutely.

Well, I'll... I'll go and get them right away!

Thank you!

All right!

(RAUCOUS SINGING)

(CONTINUES)

(LAUGHTER)

(CHATTER AND COMMOTION)

Sit down!

(CONTINUES)

(LAUGHTER)

(CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING)

A young lady is here to see you, sir.

Yes...

(BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE)

(INHALES AND EXHALES)

Send her in.

Constanze! Herr Salieri!

Come on, please, Antonio!

(SMOOCHING)

Help yourself to a treat!

They're from Werner's. My footman gets them.

Do you know Werner's in town? Mm-hm!

Very good bakery!

So, these are his newest works?

All from the last month or so.

All this from the last month?

Or so...!

Do you think I could keep these?

You know, to... To look over.

I don't think that, um...

Well, he doesn't know I've come here and he'll miss them.

He doesn't make copies.

(STAMMERS)

These are originals?

Mm-hm!

(BIRDS CONTINUE CHIRPING)

Dear God...

Do you mind if I...

No, please!

(SERENADE PLAYING INTERNALLY)

(CONTINUES AND FLOURISHES)

(GROWING)

(INHALES)

(CONTINUES AND FASTENS)

(SNAPS BACK) So, what do you think?

(QUIVERS)

Could you speak to the emperor on his behalf?

Yes, I could speak to the emperor...

Put his name forward.

But know that to do so would be a cost on my part.

It would be a cost.

There are many powerful men

who could give me something in return for my help.

We don't have anything we could give you.

No...

(SLURPS)

I thought you wanted to help us. Well, I do.

I do. Of course I do.

But you are a woman...

I am a man.

This is the way of things now.

Is it really so awful, the thought of it?

The idea of it?

Is it so high a price to pay for what I am offering?

You do understand what I am offering?

(DARK AND SINISTER SCORE)

He must never know.

(GRADUALLY BUILDING)

I am a woman... Like you said.

So, where shall we do it?

Shall we do it here... Or in the bedroom?

You'll have to be delicate, do you understand?

Get dressed!

Why? Have you changed your mind? (SPITEFUL) Get yourself dressed!

The princess...

(LOW AND SEARCHING INSTRUMENTAL)

Yes, I'll speak to the emperor.

(CONTINUES)

(FLAMES FLICKERING)

Forgive my sinful mind, my temptation.

I walked to the edge but I didn't go over...

I didn't!

(FADES)

You pulled me back and I commend myself to you.

I know your testing me is right.

Perhaps, in your divine wisdom,

you felt you'd given me too much already.

Tarare was a success.

I feel the next one will be too.

And I am grateful... I'm so grateful!

(INHALES AND EXHALES)

(GASPS)

(HUSHED) And I commend myself to you...

To purity.

This ends now.

I swear it... I swear it!

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

(GENTLE MUSIC DRIFTING)

(JOYOUS NOTES AS SCREAMS CONTINUE)

(LAUGHS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(NOTES RESUME)

(HIGH-PITCHED SCREAMING)

(GLASSWARE RATTLES)

LEOPOLD: "Dear Wolfgang...

I write to you now as a father,

a position which I understand you are soon to occupy yourself.

I have great concerns about you and much that we need to talk about.

I wonder if you will now understand this better once..."

(BABY CRYING)

(SIGHS)

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

(GENTLE CRIES)

(SOFT CRYING AND GURGLING)

He looks like a tomato...!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Has he said anything yet? Um, no...

No!

(HUSHED) A very rude chap, very rude!

How was it?

(SOFTLY) I shit myself!

(BOTH CONTINUE LAUGHING)

(PLAYING AS BABY WAILS)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

What are you trying to write? Pardon?

What are you trying to write?

A Mass!

A Mass? Mmm!

Yes, you know... A celebration!

For what?

For becoming a father!

Oh...

(CRYING CONTINUES) And how is that going?

(BICKERING) I'm trying to get the baby to sleep! Just leave him alone!

About as well as this fucking Mass!

(LAUGHS)

Why can't you just sit and be still with him?!

(CRYING CONTINUES AS NOTES RESUME)

(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER FLOWING)

(SOFT PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES)

(SCRAPES)

(SIGHS)

LEOPOLD: "Dear Wolfgang...

I've concerns about you and much that we need to talk about.

I hear you've been making a spectacle of yourself.

I hear hardly anything of your talent

and I hear even less of your success.

You embarrass our good nature...

A child masquerading as a composer!

Outstanding arrogance to think YOU know better than your own father!

The years your mother and I spent on you...

Trained for so long, so hard! You must listen to me!

Insolent fool... Abject failure... Salvage your reputation!

Come back to Salzburg! Return home!"

(SCORN FADES AS OMINOUS BEAT RISES)

(SLOW CLAPPING)

It's marcato!

(DISTORTING AND RISING)

(SCREAMING)

(STARTLES)

(BABY CRYING NEARBY)

(CONTINUES)

(SOFTLY) Hello...

Are you having a nightmare?

Oh...

Let's have a look at you.

(GENTLE CRIES)

(GURGLES)

I do love you...

I think I do!

I THINK that's what this is...

Do you feel loved?

Hey?

Can I ask you a question?

(GURGLES)

Would you like me to love you, Raimund?

No, I'm just asking... I'm just asking!

All you do is piss and shit and suck on my wife's tits!

You stole my act!

Why can't I finish your fucking Mass, Raimund?

(GENTLE COUGH)

(HESITANT PIANO PLAYING)

(TRAILS OFF)

Yes, well, there we go, a noble attempt, Your Highness!

Um...

Might I suggest... I don't care for it!

I'm sorry?

Music!

Ah...

(INHALES SHARPLY) Yes, I wondered if that might be the problem.

(CLEARS THROAT) Would you like to, um, sit next to me?

On the stool?

Of course!

(SOFTLY) OK, so...

(CLEARS THROAT)

The last teacher I had was even younger than you.

He used to, uh...

Rub himself under the clavichord as I played.

Did he? Yes!

He put a finger inside me once.

Then father found out and had his hand cut off.

That was just before I was sent to live here!

Uh...

(NERVOUS LAUGH)

Shall we, uh...

Start again from the top?

Oh, we can 'start' from whichever end you like,

Herr Mozart.

(HUSHED) Very good...

Fucking hell... (SIGHS)

OK, Your Highness, whenever you're ready.

I'm just going to, uh... (LAUGHS)

Watch from over here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(HESITANT PLAYING RESUMES)

(CRYING AS LEOPOLD'S IRE SWIRLS)

"The years I've spent on the road with you...

The opportunities I lost, the time I spent...

Come back to Salzburg!

You cannot continue to ignore me, Wolfgang!

Come back to Salzburg! You must listen to me!"

Fine, if it'll shut you up!

Stanze!

Pack your trunk, we're going away!

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Where? Salzburg!

He needs a feed every two hours or so but it's been going down lately.

At night, he usually sleeps quite badly.

He needs his bedclothes cleaned.

Child, I've raised four girls! I think we can look after a baby!

Well, this one has a cock so don't get startled and chop it off by mistake!

We'll write when we get there, don't plan to stay beyond the month! (CLAPS) Off we go! Enough faffing!

Bye, Raimund!

Mwah...

Some time, just you and me...

Without the small goat lying between us,

kicking us with its tiny hooves!

It will do us good, I think. Don't talk about him like that.

It was a joke!

'Mozart had taken you, his beautiful wife,

on a sojourn away from the city

and in his absence Vienna was MINE once again!

I released my newest opera,

La scuola de' gelosi,

to great acclaim!'

(SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(CONTINUES)

(CONTINUES)

(CONTINUES)

(INAUDIBLE REMARKS)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(HORSE NEIGHING AND WHINNYING)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Constanze...

(FADES)

'It was such a hit, in fact,

that my librettist, Da Ponte, and I even considered a sequel.

The idea was abandoned

but offered to another composer who reworked it into a new piece.

You'll know it by the name Cosi fan tutte.

But then, I try to dwell on such details...

For a while, I revelled in my success and position

as if nothing had ever changed.

Little did I know what was coming...'

(PIANO PLAYING DRIFTING IN DISTANCE)

This is where you grew up? Mm-hm.

Uh, would, uh, Master Wolfgang care for some supper, perhaps,

or would sir prefer to go straight to his bedchambers?

Straight to the bedchamber, please, Florian.

Very good, sir.

(PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES)

(BOTH SIGHING)

(BIRDSONG)

(CONTINUES)

(CLANKS)

(CLICKING)

(CLANKING AND SHUFFLING)

Morning, Florian.

Good morning, Master Wolfgang.

Where is my father? Uh, left early this morning, sir.

Expects to return in a day or two.

You told him that we arrived last night, yes?

Oh, indeed, yes, sir!

Very good...

(CLOCK TICKING)

(GENTLE MUSIC GROWING)

(RISING)

(SIGHS)

# MINUET IN G MAJOR, KV 1 #

(STOPS)

(QUICK NOTES)

(CHAIR CREAKS)

First piece I ever wrote.

The piano I wrote it on.

Mmm...

Where's your father?

(CLOCK CONTINUES TICKING)

Gone somewhere for a few days. I don't know.

But he knows we've arrived?

(SCOFFS)

Yes, he does!

(SWATTING)

(SWATTING AND RUSTLING)

(OMINOUS BEAT BUILDING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING AND DOG BARKING)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

(NEIGHING)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(BARKS AND PANTS)

(CLOCK CHIMING GENTLY)

Hello! Mmm!

Good to see you. You too.

We're having chicken.

We've been here for three days... (DOG WHINES)

Well, I had business out of town.

Well, you knew we were coming...!

(CLICKS)

Where's your wife? Getting changed.

Into what?

Is there wine?

(INHALES) You know, I wrote to you for months.

You didn't reply.

I've been busy.

Oh, yes, I hear that... I hear you've been VERY busy!

And I hear you drink.

I hear you throw lavish parties. Here we go...

I hear you've been making a spectacle of yourself!

Or am I wrong?

'Too many notes'!

Don't think that didn't filter back to me!

The emperor does not know anything about music, does he?

Is this cognac, brandy?

I'll take anything at this point!

My greatest fear when you left Salzburg was that THIS would happen!

That WHAT would happen?

That you would squander your gift! I'm not squandering anything!

I'm teaching the princess piano, did you not know about that?

I thought you'd be impressed!

That's ONE hour of your week accounted for, what of the rest?

Why do I not hear any tales of triumph and glory?

Just stories of an insolent fool,

dancing around in an apartment he can barely afford

with some pauper's daughter on his arm!

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

Herr Mozart...

You should call me papa.

Your father is dead.

He won't mind.

My mother also forbade the wedding, by the way.

You weren't the only one.

She did attend it, though.

(SIGHS)

You think me rude? What would you call it?

I'm a straightforward man.

I don't feign enthusiasm when I do not feel any.

I don't send regards where I do not feel they are warranted.

How is my grandson?

(CHORTLING)

Wolfgang!

He cries when he doesn't get exactly what he wants,

pays no attention to anyone else's feelings, needs or desires,

so we can be sure he's a Mozart, at least!

Ah...!

(AWKWARD AND FORCED LAUGHTER)

I'm glad to have finally met you! Hmm!

I told you Vienna would not be impressed with your frivolities!

Mmm!

Oh, you think the Imperial Opera indulges nonsense?

An opera set in a whorehouse?

That was your grand entrance? Yes...

Was it worth it?

For you to get a dressing down onstage from the emperor in front of EVERYBODY?

Was that what we were working so hard towards all those years, all those miles?

(EXHALES)

I'm talking to you! Yes...

What about a follow-up?

(SIGHS)

I assume you have plans to try and salvage your reputation?

What have you got? I've written HUNDREDS of things!

I write every day, Father. Don't worry.

Thank you very much!

I'm looking forward to the chicken!

What about a follow-up, then?

Well, obviously, I have been a little bit distracted!

I have a basset hound who I'm trying to train!

He can follow basic commands

except for when he sees a pigeon,

when he completely forgets what he was doing

and sits there drooling slightly.

I'd forgive him this because he's an imbecile and he is a basset hound

but you are NOT a basset hound, Wolfgang!

(CLATTERS)

Your ears are not long and soft,

you do have a rounded muzzle or a glossy coat!

You are a MAN!

(EXCLAIMS)

Urgh...

(CRUMPLES)

Something colourful should be able to float into view

without knocking every last intelligent thought from your mind!

Grow up!

You're distracted? No one cares!

Your first opera was a failure! You haven't written a second one!

That should alarm you as much as it does me!

What's his name? What?!

Your basset hound.

Gregor... (WHINES)

Well, that's a bit of a silly name, Papa!

Well, Wolfgang was already taken!

You are throwing away the gift that God gave you!

(SIGHS) Not you as well...

Wolfgang...

They're MY gifts

so they're mine to do what I want with!

(STERN) No, they are not!

You tell him! Maybe he'll listen to you!

People have died for your talents!

I beg your pardon? Your mother is in the ground!

No flowers on her grave, no mourners to tend it.

Left to rot in a cold corner of a Parisian church,

500 miles away from home because you...

She was ill!

She was ill and you didn't send for me!

That's not true.

It's true!

It's true and you KNOW it's true!

And you can drink and whore and play as loud as you can

but you know she stands in the dark and watches you

and she weeps at what you're doing

with the gift that she gave her life for,

you selfish little bastard!

(BARKING)

(RATTLING)

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

Why do you behave like that?

Hmm?

Why?

Like what?

Wolfgang...

Like the great Amadeus Mozart

who teaches piano to princesses and writes ditties for babies?

OUR baby!

(GULPS AND WRITHES)

(CHAIR CREAKS)

(SCOFFS)

It's the one piece you've never been able to finish...

(SIGHS)

Perhaps you can't write a celebration for something you don't actually celebrate.

(GRIMACES)

You know, I've spent five minutes with your father

and I have to say I'm not a fan.

But he's right...

People HAVE made sacrifices for you.

They have, they've humiliated themselves,

twisted themselves into what you needed

because we see what you are, what you could be

but you need to earn that.

(CREAKS)

You're not a little boy writing minuets anymore.

You're a man.

At least you're fucking supposed to be!

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DARK MUSIC)

(FRANTIC PLAYING)

(INTENSIFYING)

(CLATTERS)

(SMASHING)

# MINUET IN G MAJOR, KV 1 #

(FASTENS)

(DISCORDANT NOTES)

(THUMPING)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

What the...?!

(GRUNTING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(LOWERS)

(MUMBLES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MUMBLES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(BARKING)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(CONTINUES)

Who the hell is that?

Why does it smell of smoke?

Was the house on fire? Only briefly, sir!

I'm sorry for the hour of my arrival.

I have urgent news for Herr Mozart.

Uh, which one? The composer...

(STERN) Which one? Wolfgang...

(INHALES AND EXHALES)

Sir, I'm sorry to tell you that your son is dead.

He succumbed to a fever shortly after you left.

(SIGHS)

(FLAMES FLICKERING)

(WAILING)

No, no, no, no!

(SCREAMING AND WAILING)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(SOBBING)

(COMFORTING)

(SOBBING)

She needs rest.

A proper bed.

(SCOFFS AS MUSIC RISES)

Wolfgang...

Good speed on your travels.

(NEIGHING)

(CHAINS RATTLING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

That's the last time I leave you with a baby.

Oh, Wolfgang...

Is she dressed? She's in bed.

She's asleep.

I've never seen anybody sleep like this.

What am I supposed to do?

Have another.

Have another before the grief is allowed to settle.

Only joy can dispel grief.

Joy and light and love and MUSIC!

(LOW BEAT BUILDING)

(TRICKLING)

(GASPS AND RETCHES)

(SIGHS)

(GASPING)

(BEAT CONTINUES TO BUILD)

(QUIVERS)

(CLANKS)

(DEEP NOTE)

(SEARCHING PIANO KEYS)

(GROWING)

(FADES)

(STARTLES)

(GASPS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE)

(INHALES AND EXHALES)

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

There's a service on Sunday at the church.

The Mass for Raimund is ready to perform.

(DEEP SIGH)

People keep saying to me...

That God speaks through me.

Well, now he's taken our son...

(GENTLE PIANO PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

Maybe we can speak back.

(GROWS)

And...

If it's in your voice I think he might hear it.

# GREAT MASS IN C MINOR, K. 427 #

(SINGING IN LATIN)

(CONTINUES)

(POWERFUL MUSIC)

(SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES)

(BUILDING)

(SINGING IN LATIN CONTINUES)

# Christe

# Eleison

# Eleison

# Christe

# Christe

# Eleison

# Kyrie

# Eleison

# Eleison

# Eleison

# Eleison...

# Eleison... #

Thank you...

Thank you for showing me what you are.

You gave me the desire to praise you and then made me mute.

You put into me the perception of the incomparable

and then ensured that I would know myself forever mediocre.

Thank you... Thank you.

(HOLDING BACK TEARS) But why... Why?

What have I ever done to you?

I strayed from the path, I came back to you...

I came back to you! I promised myself to you, to piety!

I have only ever pursued virtue with rigour!

I have worked

and I have worked with the talents you allowed me,

solely that, in the end,

in the practice of the art that alone makes the world comprehensible to me,

I...

(STAMMERS)

I might hear your voice!

(GENTLE MUSIC)

And now I do hear it...

And it says only one name.

And it's not mine... You chose HIM!

That foul, spiteful, shit-talking bastard Mozart

to be your sole conduit!

And my...

My sublime pleasure is to be the one man alive in this time

that can clearly recognise your incarnation!

You give me just enough talent to know how little I truly possess!

# Christe

# Eleison... #

(FADES)

(INHALES) It's... It's a wonderful joke!

So be it...

From this time on, we are enemies, you and I.

I'll not accept it from you...

I won't!

They say God is not mocked,

I tell you MAN is not mocked!

(SINGING RESUMES)

I tell you I am not mocked...

YOU are the enemy!

I name thee now and this I swear...

To my last breath

I will block you on this earth,

I will BLOCK YOU and your vessel as far as I'm able!

Diminish the man, diminish the God.

Kill the man...

Kill the God.

# Eleison... #

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