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Salieri!... Salieri!...

Salieri? Assassin!

Salieri!... Salieri!... Salieri?

I don't believe it
- I don't believe it

Salieri.?

They say... I hear...
I don't believe m

Salieri.?

The whole city is talking
- You can hear it all over

The cafes
- The Opera

The Prater
- The gutter!

They say even Mettemich repeats it
- They say even Beethoven, his old pupil

But why now?
- After so long

Thirty-two years!

I don't believe it

SALIERI!

They say he shouts it out all day
- I hear he ales it out all night

Stays in his apartments
- Never goes out

Not for a year now
- Longer. Longer

Must be seventy
- Older. Older

Antonio Salieri -
- The famous musician -

Shouting it aloud!
- Crying it aloud!

Impossible
- lcruedible

I don't believe m

SALIERI!

I know who started the tale
- I know who started the tale

The old man's valet
- The old man's cook

The valet hears him shouting
- The nook hears him crying

What a story!
- What a scandal!

What does he say, your master?
- What exactly does he cry, your Kapellmeister?

Alone in his house -
- All day and all night -

What sins does he shout?

The old fellow -
- The recluse -

What honors have you heard?

Tell us! Tell us! Tell us at once!
What does he cry? What does he cry? What does he cry?

MOZART!!!

Mozart!

Perdonami, Mozart! Il tuo assassino ti chiede perdono!

Pardon, Mozart!
- Pardon your assassin!

God preserve us!

Pietà, Mozart. Mozart pietà!

Mercy, Mozart!
- Mozart, have mercy!

He speaks in Italian when excited
- German when not

Perdonami Mozart!
- Pardon your assassin!

There was talk once before, you mow
- Thirty-turn years ago

When Mozart was dying
- He claimed he'd been poisoned

Some say he accused a man
- Some say that man was Salieri

But no one believed him
- They knew what he died of

Syphilis, surely
- Like everybody else

But what if Mozart was fight?
- If he really was murdered?

And by him. Our First Kapellmeister
- Antonio Salieri!

It can't possibly be true
- It's not actually credible

Because why?
Why on earth would he do it?

Our First Royal Kapellmeister -
- Murder his inferior?

And why confess now?
- After flirty-Mo years!

SALIERI!

Mozart! Mozart! Perdonami!
Il tuo assassino ti chiede perdono!

What do you mink?
- What do you mink?

I don't believe it
- I don't believe it

All the same...
- Is it just possible?

Did he do it after all?

SALIERI!

Vi Saluto! Ombre del Futuro!
Antonio Salieri- a vostro servizio!

I can almost see you in your ranks -
wailing for your tums to live

Ghosts of the Future! Be visible.
I beg you. Be visible

Come to this dusty old room -

this time, the smallest hours of dark November,
eighteen hundred and twenty-three -

and be my Confessors!

Will you not enter this place
and stay with me till dawn?

Just till dawn - smeary six o'clock!

Salieri!... Salieri!...

Can you hear them? Vienna is a City of Slander.
Everyone tells tales here: even my servants

I keep only two now - they have been with me
ever since I came here, fifty years ago

The Keeper of the Razor: the Maker of the Cakes.
One keeps me tidy, the other keeps me full

Leave me, both of you!
Tonight I do not go to bed at all

Return here tomorrow morning at six precisely -
to shave, to feed your capricious master

Via. Via, via, via! Grazie

Now won't you appear?

I need you - desperately

This is now the very last hour of my life.
Those about to die implore you!

What must I do to make you visible? Raise you up
in the flesh to be my last, last audience?

Does 'Make an Invocation?
That is how it is always done in opera

Of course: an Invocation! The only way

Let me try to conjure you now -
Ghosts of the distant Future - so I can see you

Ghosts of the Future!
Shades of Time to come!

So much more unavoidable
than those of time gone by!

Appear with what sympathy
Icarnation may endow you!

Appear, the yet-to-be-born!
The yet-to-hate! The yet-to-kill!

Appear... Posterity!

There. It worked

I can see you! That is the result of proper training

I was taught Invocation by Gluck,
who was a true master at it. He had to be

In his day that is what people went to the opera for:
the raising of Gods, and Ghosts

Nowadays, since Rossini became the rage,
they prefer the escapades of hairdressers

Scusate. Invocation is an exhausting business.
I need refreshment

It is a little repellent, I admit, but actually
the first sin I have to confess to you is gluttony

Sticky gluttony at that. Infantine - Italian gluttony!
The truth is, all my life...

...I have never been able to conquer a lust for
the sweetmeats of northern Italy where I was born

From the ages of three to seventy-three,

my entire career has been conducted
to the taste of almonds sprinkled with sifted sugar

Veronese biscuits! Milanese macaroons!
Snow dumplings with pistachio sauce...

Do not judge me too harshly for this.
All men harbour patriotic feelings of some kind

My parents were provincial subjects of the Austrian
Empire. A Lombardy merchant and his Lombardy wife

Their notion of Place was the tiny town of Legnago -
which I could not wait to leave

Although devout Catholics,
all they required of God was to protect commerce,

and keep them forever preserved in mediocrity

My own requirements were very different

I wanted Fame

Not to deceive you. I wanted to blaze, like a comet,
across the firmament of Europe

Yet only in one special way. Music. Absolute music!

A note of music is either right or wrong - absolutely!
Not even Time can alter that: music is God's art

celebrated His glory through the long Italian past

An old candle-smoked God in a mulberry robe,
staring at the world with dealer's eyes

Those eyes made bargains, real and irreversible:
'You give me so - I give you so! No more. No less'

The night before I left Legnago for ever,
I went to see Him, and made a bargain with Him myself

I was a sober sixteen,
and filled with a desperate sense of fight

I knelt before the God of Bargains, and I prayed
through the mouldering plaster with all my soul

'Signore, let me be a composer!
Grant me sufficient fame to enjoy it'

'In return I will live my life with virtue.
I will strive to better the lot of my fellows'

'And I will honour You with much music
all the days of my life'

As I said Amen, I saw His eyes flare

'Bane. Go forth, Antonio.
Serve Me and mankind - and you will be blessed'

'Grazie!' I cried back. 'I am your servant for life'

The very next day, a family friend
suddenly appeared - out of the blue -

took me off to Vienna, and paid for me to study music

Shortly afterwards I met the Emperor, who favoured me.
Clearly my bargain had been accepted

The same year I left Lombardy,
a young prodigy was touring Europe

A miraculous virtuoso aged ten years.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

And now - Gracious Ladies! Obliging Gentlemen!
I present to you - for one performance only -

my last composition, entitled
The Death of Mozart, or Did I Do It?

Dedicated to Posterity,
on this, the last night of my life

The place throughout is Vienna

The year - to begin with - 1781.
The age still that of the Enlightenment:

that dear time before the guillotine fell in France
and cut all our lives in half

I am thirty-one. Already a prolific composer
to the Austrian Court

I own a respectable house...
and a respectable wife - Teresa

I do not mod! her, I assure you

I required only one quality
in a domestic companion: lack of fire

And in that omission, Teresa was conspicuous

I also have a prize pupil: Katherina Cavalieri.
She was later to become the best singer of her Age

But then she was mainly a merry student
with bubbling eyes and a sweet, eatable mouth

I was very much in love with Katherina -
or at least in lust

But because of my vow to God,
I was entirely faithful to my wife

I did not lay one finger upon the girl -

except occasionally to depress the diaphragm
in the way of teaming her to sing

My ambition burned with an unquenchable flame

Its chief goal: the post of First Royal Kapellmeister,
then held by Giuseppe Bonno -

seventy years old and apparently immortal

You, when you come, will be told that we musicians
of the eighteenth century were no better than servants:

the willing slaves of the well-hem and well-to-do.
This is quite true. It is also quite false

Yes, we were servants. But we were learned servants!

And we used our learning
to celebrate men's average lives

We took unremarkable men:

usual officials, run-of-the-mill bishops,
ordinary generals and statesmen and wives -

and we sacramentalized their mediocrity

We smoothed their noons with strings divisi!

We pierced their nights with chittarini!

We gave them processions for their shutting -

serenades for their rutting -

high horns for their hunting -

and drums for their wars

Trumpets sounded when they entered the world -

and bassoons groaned when they left it

The savour of their days remains behind because of us,

our music still remembered
while their politics are long forgotten

Tell me, before you call us servants...
who sewed whom?

And who, I wonder, in your generations,
will immortalize you?

Sir! Sir! Sir!

I was the most successful young musician in the city
of musicians. And new suddenly, without warning -

Mozart!
- Mozart has come!

These are my Venticelli.
My 'Little 'Winds', as I call them

The secret of successful living in a large

...is always to mow to the minute
what is being done behind your back

He's left Salzburg

Means to give concerts
- Asking for subscribers

I'd known of him for years, of course.
Tales of his prowess were told all over Europe

They say he wrote his first symphony at five
- I hear his first concerto at four

A full opera at fourteen

And how old is he now?
- Twenty-five

And how long is he remaining?

He's not departing
- He's here to stay

You are required to commission
a comic opera in German from Herr Mozart

Countess Johanna von Strack. Royal Chamberlain.
A Court official to her collar-bone

Why in German? Italian is the only
possible language for opera

Count Orsini-Rosenberg. Director of the Opera.
Benevolent to all things Italian - especially myself

The idea of a National Opera is dear to His Majesty's
heart. He desires to hear pieces in good plain. German.-

Baron van Swieten. Prefect of the Imperial Library.
Ardent Freemason. Yet to find anything funny

Known for his enthusiasm for old-fashioned music
as 'Lord Fugue'

I heard last week a remarkable serious opera
from Mozart: Idomeneo, King of Crete

I heard that too. A young fellow trying to impress

I believe we are going to have trouble
with this young man

He was a mild prodigy. That always spells trouble.
His father was Leopold Mozart,

a bad-tempered Salzburg musician
who dragged the boy endlessly round Europe...

...making him play the keyboard blindfold,
with one finger, and that sort of thing

All prodigies are hateful -
non é vero, Compositore?

Divengono sempre sterili cogli anni
- Precisamente

What are you saying?

Nothing, Frau Chamberlain! Niente, Signora Pomposa

We meet tomorrow, I believe,
on your commiltee to devise pensions for old musicians

It is most gracious of you to attend. Baron

You're a worthy man, Salieri. You should join our
Brotherhood of Masons. We would welcome you warmly

I would be honoured, Baron

If you wished I could arrange initiation into my Lodge

That would be more than my due
- Nonsense. We embrace men of talent of all conditions

I may invite young Mozart also:
dependent on the impression he makes

Of course, Baron

Honour indeed. In those days almost every
man of influence in Vienna was a Mason -

and the Baron's Lodge by far the most fashionable

As for young Mozart,
I confess I was alarmed by his coming

Not by the commission of a comic opera, even though
I myself was then attempting one called...

...The Stolen Bunker

Ne, what worried me were reports about the man himself.
He was praised altogether too much

Sum gaiety of spirit!
- Such ease of manner!

Such natural charm!
- Really? Where does he live?

Petersplatz
- Number eleven

The landlady is Madame Weber
- A real bitch

She takes in male lodgers, and has a tribe of daughters

Mozart was engaged to one of them before
- Aloysia

Now he's after another sister
- Constanze

Flighty little piece!

Her mother's pushing marriage
- His father isn't

Daddy is worried sick
- Writes him every day from Salzburg

I want to meet him. What houses does he visit?

He'll be at Baroness Waldstädten's tomorrow night
- Grazie

Some of his music is to be played

Restiamo in contatto
- Certamente, Signore!

So to the Baroness Waldstädten's I went.
That night changed my life

I entered the library to take first a little refreshment

My generous hostess always put out the most delicious
confections in that room whenever she knew I was coming

Dolci - caramelli - and most especially
a miraculous crema al mascarpone -

which is simply cream cheese mixed with granulated sugar
and suffused with rum - that was totally irresistible -

squeak!

Squeak!

Miaouw!

I'm going to pounce-bounce!
- Squeak!

I'm going to scrunch-munch!

I'm going to chew-poo my liltle mouse-wouse!

I'm going to tear her to bis with my paws-daws!

No!
- Paws-claws! Paws-claws!

Before I could rise, it had become ditficult to do so

I'm going to bite you in half with my fang-wangs!
My little Stanzerl-wanzerl-banzerl!

You're trembling!
I think you're frightened of puss-wuss!

I think you're scared to death!

I think you're going to shit yourself

Yes, in a moment it's all going to be on the floor

I can hear it coming!

Oh what a melancholy note!
Something's dropping from your boat!

Stop it now! It's stupid! Really stupid!

Hey - what's Trazom?
- What?

T-R-A-Z-O-M. What's that mean?
- How should I know?

It's Mozart backwards - shit-wit!

If you ever married me, you'd be Constanze Trazom
- No, I wouldn't

Yes, you would. Because I'd want everything
backwards when I was married

I'd want to lid! my wife's arse instead of her face

You're not going to lick anything at this rate, because
your father is never going to give his consent to us

And who cares about his consent?

You do

You re very much. You wouldn't do it without it
- Wouldn't I?

No, you wouldn't. Because you're too scared of him.
I know what he says about me:

'Marry that dreadful girl,
you'll end up lying on straw with beggars for children'

Many me!
- Don't be silly

Many me!
- Are you serious?

Yes! Answer me now: yes or no!

Say yes, so I can go home, climb into bed -
shit all over the mattress and shout 'l did it!'

Her Ladyship is ready to commence

Ah. Yes! Good!

Come, my dear. The music wars!
- By all means - Herr Trazom!

And then, right away, the concert began

I heard it through the door- some Serenade:
at first only vaguely - too horrified to attend

But presently the sound insisted -
a solemn Adagio in E flat

It started simply enough:

just a pulse in the lowest registers -
bassoons and basset horns - like a rusty squeezebox

It would have been comic except for the slowness,
which instead gave it a sort of serenity

And then suddenly, high above it,
sounded a single note on the oboe

it hung there unwavering, piercing me through,
till breath could hold it no longer,

and a clarinet withdrew it out of me, and sweetened it
into a phrase of such delight it had me trembling

My eyes clouded. The light flickered in the room

The squeezebox groaned louder, and over it
the higher instruments wailed and warbled,

throwing lines of sound around me -

long lines of pain around and through me -

Ah, the pain! Pain as I had never known it

I called up to my sharp old God 'What is this? What?'

But the squeezebox went on and on, and the pain
cut deeper and deeper into my shaking head...

...until suddenly I was running -

dashing through a side-door, stumbling downstairs
into the street, into the cold night, gasping for life

'What? What is this? Tell me, Signore!'

'What is this pain? What is this need in the sound?'

'Forever unfulfillable
yet fulfilling him who hears 't, utterly

'Is it Your need? Can it be Yours?'

Dimly the music sounded from the salon above.
Dimly the stars shone on the empty street

I was suddenly frightened.
It seemed to me that I had heard a voice of God -

and that it issued from a creature
whose own voice I had also heard -

and it was the voice of an obscene mild

I ran home and buried my fear in work

More pupils - till there were thirty or forty.
More committees to help the lot of poor musicians

More motets and anthems to God's glory.
And at night I prayed for just one thing:

'Let your sound enter me!'

'Let me be your conduit! Let me!'

As for young Mozart, I avoided meeting him -

but sent out my 'Little Winds'
for whatever scores of his could be found

Six fortepiano sonatas composed in Munich
- Two in Mannheim

A Parisian Symphony

Clever. They were all clever.
And yet they seemed to me completely empty

A Divertimento in D
- A Cassazione in G

A Grand Litany in E Flat
- The same. Conventional. Even boring

The productions of a precocious youngster -
Leopold Mozart's swanky son - nothing more

That Serenade was obviously an exception in his work:

the sort of accident which might visit
any composer on a lucky day

Had I in fact been simply taken by surprise
that this filthy creature could write music at all?

Suddenly I felt immensely cheered.
I would seek him out and welcome him myself to Vienna

Fetes and fireworks, gentlemen!
Mozart is here! He's waking below

Majesty!
- Je suis follement impatient!

The Emperor Joseph the Second of Austria.
Son of Maria Theresa. Brother of Marie Antoinette

Adorer of music - provided that it made
no demands upon the royal brain

Majesty. I have written a little march
in Mozart's honour. May I play it as he comes in?

By all means, Court Composer.
What a delightful idea!

Have you met him yet?
- Not yet, Majesty

Fêtes and fireworks. what fun!
Strack, bring him up at once

Mon Dieu, I wish we could have a competition

Mozart against some other virtuoso.
Two keyboards in contest. Wouldn't that be fun, Baron?

Not to me, Majesty. In my view,
musicians are not horses to be run against one another

Ah. Well -there it is

Herr Mozart, Majesty
- Splendid! Court Composer - aliens!

Admit him, please

Charming! Charming. Comme d'habitude!

Mozart

Majesty! Your Majesty's humble slave!
Let me kiss your royal hand a hundred thousand limes!

Non, non, s'il vous plaît! A little less enthusiasm,
I beg you. Come sir, levez-vous!

You will not recall it, but the last time we met
you were also on the floor

My sister remembers it to this day

This young man - all of six years old, mind you -

slipped on the floor ar Schönbrunn,
came a nasty purler on his little head...

Have I told you this before?
- No, Majesty!

Well, my sister Antoinette runs forward,
picks him up herself - and do you know what he does?

Jumps fight into her arms - hoopla, just like that! -
kisses her on both masks and...

'Will you marry me: yes or no?'

I do not mean to embarrass you, Herr Mozart.
You know everyone here, surely?

Yes, sire. Herr Director... Herr Prefect...

Delighted to see you again

But not, I think, our esteemed Court Composer.
A most serious omission!

No one who res for art
n afford not to mow Herr Salieri

He wrote that exquisite little March of Welcome for you

It was a trifle, Majesty
- Nevertheless...

Let it be my pleasure then to introduce you.
Court Composer Salieri - Herr Mozart of Salzburg!

Finalmente. Che gioia. Che diletto straordinario

Grazie Signore! Mille milioni di benvenuti!

Sono commosso! È un onore eccezzionale incontrarla!
Compositore brillante e famosissimo!

Grazie

Tell me, have you received
our commission for the opera?

I have indeed, Majesty.
lam so grateful I can hardly speak

I swear to you that you will have the best -
most perfect entertainment ever offered a monarch

I've already found a libretto
- Have you? I did not hear of this

Forgive me, Herr Director,
I entirely omitted to tell you

May I ask why?
- It didn't really seem important

Not important?
- Not really, no

It is important to me, Herr Mozart
- Yes, of course. I can see that

And, pray, who is it by?
- Stephanie

A most unpleasant man
- But a brilliant writer

Do you mink?

The story is very amusing, Majesty.
The whole plot is set in a - in a...

Where? Where is it set?
- It's really rather saucy, Majesty

Yes, yes! Where?
- Well it's actually set in a seraglio

A what?
- A pasha's harem

And you imagine that is a suitable subject
for performance at a National Theatre?

Yes! No! Yes, I mean yes. And why not?
It's very funny. It's amusing

On my life, Majesty-more is nothing offensive in it.
Nothing in the world

It's full of proper German virtues, I swear it

Scusate, Signore, but what exactly are those?
Being a foreigner I'm not sure

You are being cattivo, Court Composer
- Not at all, Majesty

Come, Mozart. Name us a proper German virtue

Love, Sire. I have yet to see that
expressed in any opera

Well answered, Mozart

Scusate. I was under the impression that
one rarely saw anything else expressed in opera

I mean manly love, Sire. Not male sopranos screeching.
Or stupid couples rolling their eyes

None of that absurd Italian rubbish

I mean the real thing

And do you know the real thing yourself, Herr Mozart?

Under your pardon, Majesty, I think I do

Bravo. When do you think it will be done?
- The first act is already finished

But it can't be more than two weeks since you started

Composing is not hard
when you have the right audience to please

A charming reply. Majesty

Indeed, Baron. Fêtes and fireworks!
I see we are going to have fêtes and fireworks!

Au revoir, Monsieur Mozart.
Soyez le bienvenu à la cour

Majesté! Je suis comblé d'honneur d'être accepté
dans la maison du Père de tous les musiciens

Servir un monarque
aussi plein de discernment que votre Majesté,

c'est un honneur qui dépasse le sommet de mes dûs!

Ah. Well -there it is.
I'll leave you gentlemen to gel better acquainted

Good day, Majesty
- Vote Majesté

Good day to you
- Good day

Welcome, Mozart.
I shall see mum more of you. Depend on m

Thank you

Bene
- Bene

I too wish you success with your opera
- I'll have it. It's going to be superb

I must tell you I have already found
the most excellent singer for the leading part

Really? Who is that?
- Cavalieri. Katherina Cavalieri

She's really German, but she thinks it will
advance her career if she sports an Italian name

She is quite right. It was my idea.
She is in fact my prize pupil

Actually she's a very innocent child

Silly in the way of young singers -
but, you know, she's only twenty

I had kept my hands off Katherina. Yes!

But I could not bear to think of
anyone else's upon her - least of all his

You're a good fellow, Salieri!
And that's a jolly little thing you wrote for me

It was my pleasure
- Let me see if I can remember it. May I?

By all means. It's yours

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

You have a remarkable memory
- Grazie ancora, Signore

That Fourth doesn't really work, does it.
Let's try the Third above

Scusate. I must go
- Really? Won't you try a Variation?

No... I must attend on the Emperor

It has been delightful to meet you
- And for me too. And thanks for the March!

Was it then - so early-
that I began to have thoughts of murder?

Ne. Of course not: at least not in Life.
In Art it was a different matter

I decided I would compose a huge tragic opera:
something to astonish the world! - and I knew my theme

I would set the Legend of Danaius,
who, for a monstrous crime,

was chained to a rock for eternity -
his head repeatedly struck by lightning

Wickedly in my head I saw Mozart in that position

In reality, of course,
the man was in no danger from me at all...

Not yet

The first performance of
The Abduction from the Seraglio

The nature's expression of manly love

He himself contrived to wear for the occasion
an even more vulgar coat than usual

As for the music, it matched the coat completely

For my dear pupil Katherina Cavalieri he had written
quite simply the showiest aria I'd ever heard

Ten minutes of scales and ornaments

So ridiculous was the piece that I knew precisely
what Mozart must have demanded in return for it

He'd had her! I knew this beyond any doubt

He'd had her! I knew this beyond any doubt

Oh, well done, lovey! Well done, pussy-wussy!

I am proud of you
- I'm proud of you...

'Scuse me!

Majesty, may I present my fiancee, Fräulein Weber

Enchanté, Fräulein
- Your Majesty!

Constanze is a singer herself
- Indeed?

I'm not at all, Majesty. Don't be silly, Wolfgang

So, Mozart - a good effort.
Decidedly that. A good effort

Did you really think so, Sire?
- I thought it was most interesting. Yes, indeed

A trifle - how shall one say?
How shall one say, Director?

Too many notes, Majesty?

Very well put. Too many notes

I don't understand

My dear fellow, don't take it too hard

There are in fact only so many notes
the ear can hear in the course of an evening

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

Well yes, I would say yes, on the whole, yes, Majesty

There you are. It's clever.
It's German. It's quality work

And there are simply too many notes. Do you see?

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

Ah... Well, there it is

Is he angry?
- No, no, no. He respects you for your views

I hope so. What did you think, sir?
Did you care for the piece at all?

Yes, of course, Mozart -
at its best it is truly manning

And at other times?

Well, at other limes - in Katherine's aria.
for instance - it is a little... excessive

Katherina is an excessive girl.
In fact she's insatiable

All the same, as my revered teacher
the Chevalier Gluck used to say to me -

one must avoid music that smells of music

Gluck is absurd
- What did you say?

He's spent his whole life
talking about modernising opera,

but creates people so lefty
they sound as though they shit marble

Oh, 'scuse me!

No, but it's too much!
Gluck says! Gluck says! Chevalier Gluck!

What's a Chevalier? I'm a Chevalier. The Pope
made me a Chevalier when I was still wetting my bed

Wolferl!
- Anyway it's ridiculous. Only stupid farts sport titles

Such as 'Court Composer'?

What? Oh. Ha ha...

My father's right again. He always says I should
padlock my mouth. Perhaps I shouldn't speak at all

Nonsense. I am being
what the Emperor would call cattivo

Now. Won't you introduce me to your charming fiancée?

Oh, of course! Constanze, this is Herr Salieri,
the Court Composer. Fräulein Weber

Delighted, cara Fräulein
- How do you do, Excellency

May I ask, when do you marry?

We have yet to secure my father's consent

He's a brilliant man - a wonderful man -
but sometimes a little stubborn

Excuse me, but how old are you?
- Twenty-six

Then your father's consent is scarcely indispensable
- You see?

Well, it's not indispensable - of course not

My advice to you is to many and be happy

You have found - it is quite obvious- un tesoro raro

Ta very mum

Goodnight to you both
- Goodnight, Excellency

Goodnight, sir. And thank you. Come, dearest

As I watched her walk away on the arm of the Creature,
I felt the lightning thought strike -

'Have her! Her for Katherina!'

Abomination! Never in my life
had I entertained a notion so sinful

They're married
- What?

Mozart and Weber - married!
- Really?

His father will be furious!
- They didn't even wan for his consent!

Have they set up house?

Wipplingerstrasse
- Number twelve

Not bad
- Considering they've no money

Is that really true?

He's wildly extravagant
- Lives way beyond his means

But he has pupils
- Only three

Why so few?

He's embarrassing
- Makes scenes

Makes enemies
- Even Strack, whom he cultivates

Chamberlain Strack?

Only last night...
- At Kapellmeister Bonno's...

Seven months in this city and not one job!
I'm not to be tried again, is that it?

Of course not

I know what goes on - and so do you.
Germany is completely in the hands of foreigners

Worthless wops like Kapellmeister Bonno!
- Please! You're in the man's house

Court Composer Salieri!
- Hush!

Did you hear his latest opera?
The Stolen Bunker? Did you?

Of course I did

Dogshit. Dried dogshit

I beg your pardon!

Pom-pa-pom, pom-pa-pom! Tonic and dominant,
tonic and dominant from here to resurrection!

Not one interesting modulation all night

Salieri is a musical idiot!
- Please!

He'd had too much to drink
- He often had

Why are Italians so terrified
by the slightest complexity in music?

Show them one chromatic passage and they faint!
'Oh how sick!' 'How morbid!'

'Nervoso! Morboso! Ohimè!'
No wonder the music at this Court is so dreary

Lower your voice
- Lower your breaches!

Just a joke

You look like a toad

I mean you're goggling like a toad

You would do best to retire tonight, for your own sake

Salieri has fifty pupils. I have three.
How am I to live? I'm a married man now

Of course I realize you don't concern yourselves
with money in these exalted circles

All the same, did you realise that behind his back
His Majesty is known as 'Kaiser Keep-Ii'?

Mzart!
- I shouldn't have said that

Just a joke. Another joke! I can't help myself.
We're all friends here, aren't we?

What's wrong with her?

Goodnight
- No, no -your hand first, please!

Give me a Post, sir
- It is not in my power, Mozart

The Prineess Elizabeth is looking for an Instructor.
One word from you could secure it for me

I regret that is solely in the recommendation
of Court Composer Salieri

Do you mow I am better
than any musician in Vienna? Do you?

Foppy-wops - I'm sick of them

Foppy-wops! Foppy-woppy-toppy
sloppy - woppy - hoppy-wops! Wops!

Barely one month later, that thought of revenge
became more than thought

Forfeit! Forfeit!
- Forfeit. Stanzerl! You've got to forfeit!

I won't
- You have to

It's the game

Once again, believe it or not, I was in the same
concealing chair in the Baroness's library

You lost - so there's a penalty

A party celebrating the New Year's Eve

Well, what? What is it?

I want to measure your wives

Well?

Definitely not. You cheeky bugger!
- Now come on!

No, you've got to let her, Stanzerl.
Ali's fair in love and forfeits

No it isn't - so you can both buzz off!

If you don't let me, you won't be allowed to play again

Well, moose something else then

I've chosen that. Now get up on the piano.
Quick, quick! Allez-oop!

Hold her, Friedrich
- I don't have to be held, thank you

Yes, you do: that's part of the penalty

Stop it! Stop that! That's quite enough of that
- Seventeen inches - knee to ankle

Let me do it You hold her!
- That's not fair

Yes, it is. You lost to me too
- It's been done now. Let me down!

Hold her, Karla!

Constanze!

Gentlemen, if you please

It's only a game, Wolferl!
- We meant no harm

Come down off that piano. Now. Please

Thank you. We'll see you later
- Now look, Mozart, don't be pompous

Please, leave us now

One, two, three, four...

Do you realise what you've done?
- No, what?

You've just mined your reputation, that's all

You're now a loose girl
- Don't be so stupid

You are a married woman, for God's sake!
- And what of it?

A young wife should not allow her legs
to be handled in public

Couldn't you have measured your own ugly legs?
- What?

Do you know what you've done?

Do you know what you've done?

You've shamed me - that's all

Don't be so ridiculous!
- You have shamed me - in front of them!

You? Shamed you? That's a laugh!
If there's any shame around, lovey, it's mine

What does that mean?

You've only had every pupil who ever me to you
- Ha! That's not true

Every single female pupil!

Name them! Name them!

The Auernhammer girl! The Rumbeck girl!
Katherina Cavalieri... that sly little whore

She wasn't even your pupil - she was Salieri's

Which actually, my dear, may be why he has hundreds
and you have none. He doesn't drag them into bed

Of course he doesn't! He can't get it up, that's why

Have you heard his music?
That is the sound of somebody who can't get it up!

At least I can do that
- I'm sick of you

Nobody ever said I couldn't do that!
- I don't give a fart! I hate you!

I hate you for ever and ever- I hate you!

Stanzerl, don't cry... I can't bear it when you cry

I just didn't want you to look cheap
in other people's eyes, that's all

Here!... Beat me... I'm your slave

Stanzi marini... Stanzi marini bini gini

I'll just stand here like a little lamb
and bear your strokes

Batti...
- No

Batti, batti. Mio tesoro!
- No!

Stanzerly wanzerly piggly poo
- Stop it

Stanzy manzy had a fit

Shit her stays and made them split
- Stop it!

When they took away her skirt...

Stanzy manzy ate the dirt
- Stop it, now!

Do it again! Do it again!
I cast myself at your stinking feet, Madonna!

Good evening

Excellency!

How long have you been there?

I was asleep until a second ago

Are you two quarrelling?

No, of course not
- Yes, we are. He's being very irritating

Cam Hem tonight is the time for New Year resolutions

lrritating lovely ladies cannot surely be one of yours

May I suggest you bring us each
a sorbetto from the dining-room?

But why don't we all go to the table?

Herr Salieri is quite right.
Bring them here - it'll be your punishment

Stanzi!
- Come, come, I can keep your wife company

There cannot be a better peace offering
than a sorbetto of aniseed

I prefer tangerine
- Ah. Very well then, tangerine

But if you could possibly manage
one of aniseed for me, I'd be deeply obliged

So the New Year can begin coolly for all three of us

I'm honoured, Signore, of course

He's a love, really
- And lucky, too, in you

You are, if I may say so, an astonishing creature

Me? Ta very mum

Your husband, on the other hand,
does not appear to be so thriving

We're desperate, sir
- What?

We've no money and no prospects of any.
That's the truth

I don't understand. He gives many public concerts

They don't pay enough.
What he needs is pupils. Illustrious pupils

His father calls us spendthrifts, but that's unfair.
I manage as well as anyone could

There's simply not enough

Don't tell him I talked to you, please
- This is solely between us. How can I help?

My husband needs security, sir. If he could find
regular employment, everything would be all fight

ls there nothing at Court?
- Nothing at the moment

The Princess Elizabeth needs a tutor
- Really? I hadn't heard

One word from you and the post would be his.
Other pupils would follow at once

He's coming back

Please... please, Excellency.
You can't imagine what a difference it would make

We cannot speak of this now
- When, then? Please

Can you come and see me tomorrow? Alone?

I can't do that

I'm a married man
- All the same

When does he work?
- Afternoons

Then come at three
- I can't possibly!

Yes or no? In his interests?

So I'd done it Spoken aloud. Invited her!

What of that vow made in church?
Fidelity - virtue - all that?

I could not think of that now!

Happy New Year!

The next afternoon I waited in a fever.
Would she come? I had no idea

And if she did, how would I behave?

Was I actually going to seduce
a young wife of two months' standing?

Part of me - mum of me - wanted it, badly

Yes, badly. Badly was the word

There she was! On the stroke!
She'd come... She'd come!

Signora!

Excellency
- Benvenuta

Grazie. Grazie tante

So. You have come

I should not have done. My husband would be
frantic if he knew. He's a very jealous man

Are you a jealous woman?

Why do you ask?
- It is not a passion I understand

You are looking even prettier
than you were yesterday, if I may say so

Ta very much!
I brought the manuscripts by Wolfgang

When you see them you'll understand
how right he is for a royal appointment

'Will you look at them, please, while I wait?
- You mean now?

Yes. I'll have to take them back with me.
He'll miss them otherwise

He doesn't make copies. These are all originals

Sit down, please

Let me offer you something special
- What's that?

Capezzoli di Venere. Nipples of Venus.
Roman chestnuts in brandied sugar

No, thank you
- Do try. My nook made them especially for you

Me?
- Yes. They are quite rare

Well then, I'd better, hadn't I?
Just one... Ta very much

They're delish!
- Aren't they?

Have another
- I couldn't possibly

I think you are the most generous girl in the world

Generous?
- That is my word for you

I thought last night that Constanze
is altogether too stiff a name for that girl

I shall rechristen her 'Generosa'. La Generosa

Then I'll write a beautiful song for her
under that title, and she will sing it, just for me

I'm very much out of practice, sir

Generosa...

Don't tell me it's going to prove inaccurate,
my name for you

What name do you ll your wife, Excellency?

I am not an Excellency,
and I call my wife Signora Salieri

If I were to call her anything else
it would be La Statua

She is a very upright lady

Is she here now? I'd like to meet her

Alas, no. She is visiting her parents in Verona

Constanze: tomorrow evening I dine with the Emperor

One word from me recommending your husband as Tutor to
the Princess Elizabeth, and that invaluable post is his

Believe me, when I speak to His Majesty
in matters musical, no one contradicts me

I believe you
- Bene

Surely service of that sort
requires a little recompense in return?

How little?

The size of a kiss

Just one?

If one seems fair to you

Does it?

I fancy that's fairness enough

A pity... It seems somewhat small pay,
to secure a post every musician in Vienna is hoping for

What do you mean?
- Is it not obvious?

No. Not at all

Another pity... A thousand pities

I'm going! I'm getting out of this

No, Constanze, please...
- Let me pass, please

lam a clumsy man.
You think me sophisticated - I am not at all

Take a true look. I've no cunning

I live on ink and sweetmeats. I never see women at all

When I saw you last night,
I envied Mozart from the depths of my soul

Out of that envy came stupid thoughts

For one silly second I dared imagine that -
out of the vast store you obviously possess -

you might spare one coin of tenderness
your rich husband does not need - and inspire me also

I amuse?

Mozart was fight. You're wicked

He said that?

'All wops are performers,' he said.
'Be very careful with that one' - meaning you

I mean you're playing a pretty obvious role,
aren't you, dear?

A small-town boy, and all the time as clever as cutlets!

Ah! Are you sulking? Are you?

When Mozart sulks I smack his batty

He rather likes it. Do you want me
to scold you a bk and smack your botty too?

How dare you? You silly, common girl!

Forgive me. Let us confine our talk to your husband.
He is a brilliant keyboard player, no question

However, the Princess Elizabeth
also requires a tutor in vocal music:

I am not convinced he is the man for that

I will look at the pieces you have brought
and decide whether he is mature enough

I will study them overnight -
and you will study my proposal

Not to be vague: that is my price. Good afternoon

Fiasco! Fiasco!...

The sordidness of it. The sheer sweating sordidness!

Worse than if I'd actually done it!

To be that much in sin and feel so ridiculous as well!

Nobile, nobile Salieri!
What had he done to me - this Mozart!

Before he came, did I behave like this?

Did I? Toy with adultery? Blackmail women?

It was all slipping - going -
growing rotten - because of him

She had said that these were his original scores.
The first and only drafts of his music

And yet they seemed to me like fair copies.
They contained no corrections of any kind

It was puzzling - then suddenly alarming

What was evident was that Mozart was simply
transcribing music completely finished in his head

And finished in a way that most music is never finished

Displace one note and there would be diminishment.
Displace one phrase and the stucture would fall

Here again - only now in abundance -
were the same sounds I'd heard that night in the library

The same crushed harmonies...
glancing collisions...

agonizing delights

The truth was clear. That Serenade was not an accident

I was staring through the cage of those
meticulous ink strokes at an Absolute Beauty

Capisco! I know my fate

Now for the first time I feel my emptiness
as Adam felt his nakedness

Tonight at an inn somewhere in this city
stands a giggling mild who can put on paper,

without actually setting down his billiard cue,

casual notes which turn my most considered ones
into lifeless scratches

Grazie, Signore!

You gave me the desire to serve You -
which most do not have -

then saw to it that the service
was shameful in the ears of the server

Grazie tante! You gave me the desire to praise You -
which most do not feel -then made me mute

Grazie tante! You put into me a perception
of the Incomparable - which most men never know! -

then saw to it that I would mow myself forever mediocre

Why?

What is my fault?

Until this day I have pursued virtue with rigour.
I have laboured long hours to relieve my fellow men

I have worked and worked and worked
the talent You allowed me

You know how hard I have worked! -
solely that in the end,

in the practice of this art which alone makes the world
comprehensible to me, I might hear Your Voice

And now I do hear it-
and it says only one name: MOZART!

Sniggering, conceited, infantine Mozart -
who has never worked one minute to help another man!

Shit-talking Mozart and his batty-smacking wife! -
Him You moose to be Your sole conduit

And my only reward - my sublime privilege -

is to be the sole man alive in this time
who shall clearly recognize Your lncarnation!

Grazie e grazie ancora!

So be it From this time we are enemies, You and I

I will not accept this from You - do you hear?

They say God is not mocked:
I tell you. Man is not mocked! I am not mocked!

They say the spirit bloweth where it listeth:

I tell you No! It must list to virtue
or not blow at all

Dio Ingiusto! - You are the Enemy!

I name Thee now - Nemico Eterno!

And this I swear: To my last breath,
I shall block You on earth, as far as I am able

What use is Man, after all,
if not to teach God His lessons?