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After years of study, I at last believed
that I had finally found the secret of

writing magic music.

Melodies that would cast a spell over
women and allow me to have my way with

one of them, any time I wanted.

On that fateful day, I was going to try
out my discovery in the grave in

Carlotta von Wallenstein.

I swear you grow more beautiful every
day, Countess.

Flatterer, tell me, Salieri, is it true
what they say about your music? Does it

really induce indelicate emotions?

News spreads fast in Vienna. I can't
wait to hear you play.

Please play to me, maestro.

It's pleasing.

My music has a touch of magic.

It's utterly inexplicable.

That's what I call music.

I'm overwhelmed.

But Countess, I'm not playing now.

I wasn't talking about your music, but
about this lovely melody. It makes me

swoon in ecstasy.

Oh, Auntie, have you heard that Allegro
Confonco?

Indeed I have. What ability.

Such masculine mastery of the keyboard.

Oh, just an impromptu, Frau Graffen.
I'll play specially for you if you like.

Please do, Maestro.

Ah, I almost forgot. My niece's music
teacher, Maestro Wolfgang Moskauer. A

pleasure, my Herr.

But aren't you... You're Maestro
Salieri, the corporate... composer.

I'm so, I'm so glad to meet you.

I wanted you to listen to my music,
maestro.

Oh, please, Wolfgang, play some more.

Thrill me with your divine music.

Oh, play, I beg you. Make me wet myself
with pleasure.

Not bad, my boy. Not bad at all.

My Astro, don't let the opportunity
slip.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, Frau Grafen, how well you play my
flute.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, what an arpeggio.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, you're such a virtuoso.

Oh.

You and my instrument.

Oh.

I can't hold out anymore.

Oh,

yes.

Oh, yes.

Yes. Put it in.

Yes, all the way.

That's right.

I like it.

I want all of it.

What an unexpected pleasure. I didn't
dare hope for anything.

What a splendid noble act you have, Frau
Crefin.

What a marvelous taste of mouth you
have.

Who can?

Yeah. Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh,

my God.

Oh, you're magnificent.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Your tongue drives me crazy.

Yes. Oh.

Oh. Oh, Frau Greifen, this is fantastic.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Your great big bow plays my fi -

No, no, put it back in.

Put it back before we catch a cold.

We can't have that.

Back inside with you.

Now I'm going to grind your organ till
you come.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. Make me come.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh, with Morgan like
that, who needs a monkey?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

How good you grind, Gretchen.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh, what a beautiful, what a beautiful,
splendid, I, oh, I

should have played the cello, yeah,
yeah, oh, I should have played the

orchestra, oh, oh.

What rhythm?

Let music be the fruit of love, play on.

That's it.

and hit the neck of your womb with my
knob. I know, gorgeous.

Hit it harder.

In.

Out. In. Out.

In. Out.

In.

Yes.

My cods against your noble ackle. My
lovely little whore. My

whoreish grafin.

Tell me you like it.

I feel incredible.

Sorry.

Oh.

In.

Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

Oh. Put me back in.

Yes.

Oh.

Ooh.

Ooh.

A little lenter. What?

Oh. A chillerander.

This beat's playing the piano.

Ah, yes.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Beeper. Beeper. Beeper, please. Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Remember, this is my first time.

My prick.

Up your little eye.

Oh, dear.

You're so big.

flute in your trombone.

It's not a flute.

It's a big bassoon.

My prick up your virginal little ass,
baby.

And my ball bashing your tiny little
twat.

Hey.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

This is like a dream come true

My mind explodes with music.

More,

more. Do you like my compositions?

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes.

Suck me up.

That's it.

Suck.

Suck.

Con brio.

Oh,

what a wonderful tongue you have.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

I'm going to see if I can make beautiful
music with Mozart.

What's the matter with him?

Touchy old booger.

How about an impromptu trio, maestro?

Oh, please, we'll be done.

With Auntie, too, huh?

Very well.

But you must watch my conductor's baton
and keep time.

Gee dandy.

I can't remember if this is the right
motive for that bewitching tune.

Do you like this music?

Yes, it's not bad.

Does it excite you, Fanny?

No, not at all.

That's a pretty tune, maestro.

I'd call it exciting.

Already I feel like hot all over.

There's someone at the door. I'll go
see.

Is Maestro Salieri at home?

Hey, just a minute.

Who should I know?

May I?

Yes, come in.

Good morning, Maestro. I was passing
here.

I hope I'm not being... No, not at all.

Of course not.

By the way, was it you whistling that
little tune just now?

Yes, that's right. Did you like it?

It wasn't bad. How did it... Wait a bit,
Maestro. I have another one in mind.

Please? Please do.

Well, no, no, that's not right.

Wait, I'll improvise.

It does appear to be a catchy little
tune, doesn't it?

Your Majesty.

Don't stand on ceremony, Salieri.

Do you recognize this? It's one of your
compositions.

Of course, Your Majesty.

And you play it rather well.

You're very bad liars, Salieri, but I
appreciate your gambry just the same.

What brings you to court this morning?
Well, in my quality as court composer, I

feel I must inform you, Your Majesty,
that there is a young musician in Vienna

who is infesting the city with his
degenerate, vulgar, and lascivious

I feel that he should be stopped.

Are you referring, by any chance, to a
certain Mozart?

Ah, you've already met him.

No, but all of Vienna is talking about
him.

That's why I have summoned him to court
for an audition.

He should be here by now.

You can't want that bawdy house black
for me in here.

I certainly do, and I shall be the
severest of judges. I will not put up

any instigation to immorality. Fetch
this musical field.

Maestro Monsard, your Imperial Majesty.
Show him in.

Ah, stay here with me, Salieri. I want
your opinion.

Your Majesty, Maestro Mozart.

Come in, please, Maestro.

Your Imperial Majesty.

What a pleasant surprise.

Salieri. I'm so glad to see you again.

You didn't tell me you were friends.

Oh, it's just a casual acquaintance.

What a magnificent instrument. May I,
Your Majesty?

A few notes are slightly flat, aren't
they, Maestro Salieri?

The Queen summoned you here to play your
music on this instrument, not to tune

it. Quite right. What shall I play, Your
Majesty?

The Queen doesn't know your repertoire.
Play whatever you please.

Please sit down, Maestro. I'll improvise
a little tune.

I'll call it the Queen... The Queen Bee.

In your honor, Your Majesty.

You understand what I mean?

And then...

Was first she, uh... What did I tell
you? It's shameful, Your Majesty.

Not at all. I find it exciting.

Play on, young man.

I like being excited.

Yeah.

Mozart. Oh, wunderbar.

Ah,

you lick my imperial pussy nicely, young
man.

You can call me Queenie. Oh, lovely.
That is a magnificent instrument,

And it doesn't need tuning.

Yeah.

Fuck it, you're amazing.

Fuck it.

Bang me hard, Mozart!

You little pussy.

You make me faint.

Take no notice. Go on. Harder.

Tell me you like it.

Tell me you like it.

The way my little

Queenie rides.

Suck it, your imperial majesty.

Suck it.

Oh, yes.

I'm coming.

Oh, yes.

Suck this horn of plenty, your imperial
majesty.

Yes. Suck it all.

Up.

You see, Frau Gräfin, it's imperative
that a good musician have some

characteristics.

Why? And I, in all modesty, can conjure
up the most daring harmonies that would

really astound you, I believe.

Oh, absolutely. You do concur, don't
you, Frau Gräfin? Yes. And I'm not

when I say that I do not fear any
comparison. Grüß Gott, mein Leben.

Grüß Gott.

Unfortunately, recently, there are far
too many scribblers.

The sad thing is that the emperor gives
credit to some of them.

Naturally, this has a negative influence
on our music, as you are bound to

admit.

Wouldn't you agree?

I mean, you know.

Maestra, you are perhaps too severe.

Excuse me, Frau Greif, isn't that the
widow of Baron von Braunschweig? Yes, it

is indeed.

Oh, the poor creature.

I would like to offer her my...

My condolences, if you will permit.

But of course.

Frau Baroness. Maestro.

Who is this von Branswig, aren't you?

Oh, one of the Emperor's ministers.

You almost certainly never met him.

Baroness.

Incident loud.

There you are, maestro.

Now, I want someone to make her come
begging for it.

You say she's a widow?

Yes, and recently.

How tall is she?

Five foot six, five foot eight, I'm not
really sure.

Five six or five eight?

Does it matter?

It's absolutely vital.

Five eight.

What have you done? This will never
work.

I guarantee it. Have faith.

But will she do whatever I want whenever
I want? Have faith, Maestro.

One minute.

Now it's perfect.

Now, please excuse me. I must finish my
next masterpiece.

Give her a couple of encores.

Rudolph, my one and only love, I just
want you to know that I really haven't

forgotten you, and although my amorous
propensities are aroused, in fact, I'm

Randy.

I've got no substitute for your
magnificent member.

You once said that I've had a face of a
nun in a magnificent body, and men are

after me, so you won't turn in your
grave for a mere finger job, will you,

Keep still, Rudy.

Don't move.

Oh, that music.

Twiddle, twiddle, twiddle.

It drives me crazy.

What am I going to do?

Oh, it must be that intimate Italian
musician.

At least he's a virtue of being in the
right place at the right time.

The sooner he's in my place, the better.

I'll come down. Don't stop playing.

Your music has bewitched me. I'm your
slave, Herr Salieri.

Please take me.

Please.

That's your command is my wish.

Oh, well, let's just let nature take
its...

I've longed for this moment, Baroness.

Suck that mushroom.

Oh, yes, suck it. Oh, yes.

Oh, that's fantastic.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm going to pee.

Oh. Drink it. Drink it all.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. I'm all wet.

Oh. Oh. Oh, you...

Oh, you beautiful, burrowing old bitch.

Let's put out your fire, Baroness.

Yes,

yes. But please, please continue.

Antonio. My name's Antonio.

Oh, please.

Rudy, I'm crying.

Drink it.

Here. I think it's mushroom and cream
sauce.

Let me drop it.

Let the plate, you beautiful, wonderful
widow.

Suck on it. Oh, yeah. I bet Rudy died
happy.

Please forgive me, Your Majesty.

I'm exhausted.

You can't leave me like this. Go on.

I'm sorry to say, Your Majesty, I've
overdone it, I think. I can't do it

anymore, you know.

You do as you're told or take the
consequences.

I can do nothing about it. There's no
way I can go on.

Forgive me.

You must be joking.

If you hang me, I'll never play for you
again.

My music will die with me, Your Majesty.

It's often preferable to have a mediocre
but efficient musician than a

capricious genius like you, Herr Mozart.
You can't be serious.

How dare you doubt my words?

The musician has yet to be born who can
get away with an unfinished sonata, let

alone a symphony. Now go. Your Majesty.

Guards! Take him away.

First door on the right. Oh, thank you.

This is for you.

Thank you, Meister.

Let me do it, Fräulein Graefmann.

Where did he come from?

You polish is a mean dog, Fanny, honey.

Fanny, best ass in Vienna.

Real sweet. Here it comes.

Open up.

Do it with your toes.

Are you enjoying it?

Oh, please,

put it back.

All of it. No sweat. Here it comes.

Lucky girl. I want some cock now.

Baby boy.

I want to get fucked. A little more.

Now, come on. It's my turn.

I want to get fucked now. Come on. Move
over, Sam.

I'm a bit skinny, but a sweet ass just
the same.

It's a perfect coming here.

Ah, this way.

With a perfect combination. You like
white meat and I like dark meat.

Let's make some milk chocolate.

Like hanging out with a

hangman, honey?

Come on, Fanny. I want to rim out your
fat white ass.

Brace yourself, baby. Here comes the
brown baby. Ah, ram it in.

Magnificent.

Open up.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Sure, I'm the top cat for moose ex
-kittens. Oh, yeah.

Kick it off.

So...

Make me quiet.

Again? One more.

Oh, my God.

Yes!

Me too.

Thanks, you all. What a messed up night.

Please. Oh, don't. Oh.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Oh, yes, I love it. Don't stop.

Oh, keep it up. Keep it up.

Oh.

Oh, fuck me, your majesty.

Fuck me.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Fantastic.

Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

Yes. Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Oh, yeah.
Oh.

Oh.

Big flute let your royal

Two tunes at the same time.

Harmony. Oh, let's harmonize.

Maestro Salieri, what a pleasure to see
you. Have you come to bring me comfort?

Actually, I urgently need your help,
Maestro Mozart.

What?

My help?

When I'm going to be topped tomorrow?

Oh, damn it. I desperately need one of
your pieces. One of your special pieces.

Let me think. What can I do about it?

Another woman to be conquered, right?
Right.

No, maybe all is not lost. I could, in
fact, you know, I'm in intercede with

Queen and try to get a pardon for you.
My dear maestro, to pay you back, I'll

write anything for you. Anything.

An aria, concerto, an opera. In the
meantime, write a tune for the Queen.

need one to convince her. Of course,
yes. You know, to get you a pardon, of

course. You need something special.
That's right.

Good. Let me think.

Yes, I like it. It's a catchy little
tune.

Yes.

You'll see it'll work.

I know it.

Delightful music.

Fascinating, like all the music by that
genius Mozart.

You was from court?

Has she given me a pardon?

I'm sorry, my son. There's no news yet.

But in the meantime, you could confess
your guilt and ask for God's pardon.

Repeat after me.

Come on, my son. Repeat after me.

No!

Very good, Your Majesty.

It's a tune I composed especially for
you, Your Majesty.

Ah, yes, it's very pretty.

It's a bit like those melodies I used to
get from Mozart.

Thank you very much, Your Majesty.

On your feet!

What did you do to be sent to the
scaffold?

I stopped playing the Queen's fiddle
when I should have gone on.

I hope Maestro Salieri doesn't do the
same thing, or I'll be swinging.

It's so pretty, isn't it?

It's precisely what I wanted to hear,
and I hope you never get tired of

it for me, because I'd really hate to
have to throw you into my horrible

dungeon.

If you're pleased with me, Your Majesty,
then you must promise me one thing, a

magnanimous gesture which I'm sure
you'll never regret.

Oh, if you want me to do that, you have
to wave your magic wand and work a

miracle, Geddy.

Got it, Your Majesty.

Good, but now play my instrument
fortissimo, right to the end.

Oh, your imperial majesty, that
beautiful mouth sucks heavenly music

spheres. You are a flute virtuoso.

It is you who left me, sold me, maestro.

I never thought that you could befit me
with music.

Why didn't I realize this before,
maestro?

Imagine the beautiful music we could
play on your instrument. I and Mozart

-handed.

After all, what useful purpose can be
served by sending him to the gallows?

And you can't imagine how I would love
to have my instrument played by such

masters as the keyboard.

Well, if that's what you want.

We'll see about that later. Now let's
finish the duet.

Oh, your majesty, that is magic.

Oh.

I crave new sensations.

Your Imperial Majesty, I hate to bore
you, but I already told you, you can

all the new sensations you crave.

I could?

Yes. You could plumb the deepest depths
of desire.

Scale the topmost pinnacles of pleasure
and go on. It's all up to you, really.

So tell me, maestro, exactly what should
I do?

Pardon? Mozart, Your Majesty.

Well, if it's absolutely necessary for a
new sensation, then I will pardon him

and see to it.

Here, sign the dotted line.

Yes, yes. But first things first.

Let's finish business first.

Go on.

Oh, that triple tonguing.

Oh, yes, you're an artist, a real
artist.

If you'll be so kind as to give me your
attention, Your Majesty, I'll play it as

no one has ever played it before.

Very well.

You have no idea the games true
musicians like Mozart and I can invent

we're inspired by a queen like you, Your
Majesty.

And what...

What invention?

That's supposed to be a surprise, Your
Majesty.

I just love surprises.

Because I'm curious.

What do you want me to do, my proud?

Sign the pardon. Here you are. Don't be
such a bore.

I promised I'd sign it later.

As you wish.

Yes, my little Viola.

I love playing your viola. I love it.

The queen took this hotel.

Yes!

This is a really royal screw.

Oh, yes. Really royal.

Oh, yeah.

Royal. Royal.

Oh.

Long live music and life!

Patricid Filiate Spiritus Sancti. Stop!

Stop, everyone!

The Queen has granted a pardon.

She's granted a pardon. Look, read it
for yourself. The Queen has granted a

pardon. No!

Sit. You made it just in time.

What are you doing?

Can't you see?

You were supposed to warm her up for me.

Well, to make sure it works, I have to
check.

It's always better to make a check,
isn't it, Annie? Oh, I always like to

quite sure.

I'm the one who ought to make sure with
you.

Checks have to be made according to
certain rules, Maestro, and taken

Not everybody can carry them out. You
need special training.

My type is absolutely right.

All right, then show me how you make a
check, ma 'am.

Thank you.

Mm -hmm

Yes.

Oh, yes!

I love it.

Let

me

look at you.

Take it in the ass.

Music. Music.

A pretty tune.

Don't worry, maestro.

This will suit you down to the ground.
It's a gentle melody.

Let's hope it suits... It should be
something ethereal,

celestial, yes.

Celestial?

Let me think for a minute.

Oh, carry on.

You are incorrigible, huh?

Who knows which woman you're after this
time?

Keep writing your music.

Is she a virgin or is she married?

What does it matter?

I need to know.

She's very virtuous.

Virtuous, huh?

Now, let me see. She's got a name,
hasn't she?

Do you think I'm crazy? I certainly
won't tell you that.

As you wish.

Anyway, I wish you joy of her.

You'll find that this will do the trick
are you quite sure that it'll work play

it Thank

you

Listen

do you like this Fanny?