Amadeus

It's the Salieris!

Your bride is on the table.

We all know how beholden you are to this Emperor.

A new job has become available.

I was wondering if you might bring me his manuscripts

make his case for the Emperor.

But you are a woman. I am a man.

This is the way of things now.

- Get yourself dressed! - Why, have you changed your mind?

A very rude chap.

You're going to run out of students.

Fine! Stanza! Pack your trunk.

We're going away!

You are throwing away the gift that God gave you.

You selfish little bastard!

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

The Mass for Raimund is ready to perform.

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

Kill the man

kill the God.

What's that you're singing?

It's nothing. A tune I heard.

You go to the concerts?

I go to casinos.

There's usually a string quartet.

Quintet, for that one.

But the tune, it stuck with you?

I haven't been able to get it out my head.

Do you know who wrote it?

No.

I do.

Keep singing it.

Second movement. Andante.

Subdominant key of C major.

It enters your brain.

Tunnelling into your subconscious like a spell.

Yes.

I didn't come here for absolution, you understand?

Not... not for pleasure.

I can give you whatever you came here for.

Just keep singing.

Enchant me like the Pied Piper.

Like a rat?

What would you do if you caught a rat?

Would you be kind to it?

No.

No, you'd want to punish it, wouldn't you?

You'd want to hurt it, crush it.

Harder!

Harder. Please.

Did I ever tell you I was a priest at the Church of San Luca?

I mean, the whole of Venice is beautiful

assuming you like canals, which I don't, actually.

Although I do think I was rather good at the whole priest thing.

Save for the mistress.

I had two children with her which, anyway, they defrocked me.

If you can believe it. Banished from Venice.

Yes, I can believe that actually.

The Emperor and his constant need for reforms!

I mean, it's outrageous.

Child lab our outlawed

peasants allowed to move wherever they want...

How is Constanze these days?

She worries sometimes about, you know, my students and so on.

- Your students? - Yes, my students are drying up.

Anyway, more importantly

the Emperor has commissioned me to write another opera.

I did hear that. What's it about?

No idea!

And I was going to ask you, would you like to be a part of it?

Fancy putting some words to the music?

Well, I'm sorry, darling, but I have another master.

Do you?

That's funny. He never used to come to these things.

I think lately he's grown something of a dark side.

- What do you mean? - Well, I heard

that they don't see him much at church on Sundays anymore

let's just say that.

That's not going to happen, is it?

The Emperor slaps the faces of the aristocracy

asks us to turn the other cheek, and thank him.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hi.

I don't really have anything to say to you.

I just thought if someone didn't step in and start talking to you

you might have murdered one of those men.

I might still.

I'm Franz Sussmayr.

Are you a friend of my husband's?

No. Just an admirer.

Well, you fit in well here then. Very well.

I saw you sing last year.

The Mass.

Yes, I...

I still think about it.

Anyway, I'm glad I met you.

Have a nice evening.

Court Composer.

Excuse me.

What happened to your eye?

I slipped getting out of the bath.

They're death traps.

My wife insists on having two a month.

I tell her she's taking her life into her hands.

How's the new work?

Good. Les Horaces . Operatic tragedy.

An operatic tragedy!

Well, it's been at least five minutes since the last one.

The librettist?

Da Ponte.

Feckless creature.

Lorenzo has his eccentricities, but he's the best

and only the best will do.

- How are you, Antonio? - I'm fine.

It's just you seem not yourself these days.

I'm not sure what it is. I worry, actually.

You can tell me if there's something wrong.

Are we talking about our feelings, Guiseppe?

You're getting soft, Kapellmeister.

I'm perfectly fine.

I do have something to talk to you about.

The Court has commissioned Mozart again.

- The Emperor likes him. - Well, he's a risk.

Well, I mean

you've heard it, Antonio.

My god, the boy can write, you can't deny that.

Well, I think his talents may be outweighed by his...

Eccentricities?

The Emperor wants to give him another go

my hands are tied.

We are opening ourselves up to ridicule.

Joseph wants his opera houses

to be a shining light for all of Europe to...

Guiseppi, are you...

We're going to need a new Kapellmeister.

Our new Kapellmeister.

Congratulations!

Thank you.

So, how does it feel?

- No different. - You have all of Vienna

and its musicians in your palm.

You must feel something.

We'll have to be quick today. I have a lot of meetings.

Will you still be able to tutor me?

Well, a Kapellmeister has to be very selective

over who he keeps in his inner circle.

I am going to have to let a lot of my pupils go.

But you, Katerina

you I intend to keep.

In my palm.

Can you imagine? Choking to death on beef, of all things.

What's wrong with beef?

Well, I can think of better things to choke on.

There we are, sir.

I love it!

Anton, that sounds a bit flat to me.

Made... they've made Salieri Kapellmeister, did you hear?

Aloysia mentioned it eight or nine times, yes.

He's actually summoned me to go meet with him.

- What does he want? - No, Anton, that's sharp now!

Just go through it all again, I think, please.

I think he wants to talk to me about the new opera.

Rosenberg thinks I might get a longer run this time.

Which is good.

There was a boy at our party a few weeks ago.

He'd been at Raimund's Mass.

Right.

He remembered hearing me sing.

Hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.

Yes, well, it was a good piece and all that, wasn't it?

I was just thinking about doing it again.

- Doing? - Singing.

As in professionally or...

Well, I was a good enough soprano when I was younger.

There are roles out there in my range. I mean...

Yes.

Yes, no, it's just singing a Mass is one thing

but opera's kind of

weeks on end, sometimes months.

Anyway

see you later.

Mozart! Come in, come in.

I was very sorry to hear about Bonno.

Yes, yes. Terrible.

It makes one wonder, doesn't it?

In all this chaos, what God's plan might be.

Yes, now, your new commission.

I had to petition hard for you

there are still some at the Court who needed persuading.

I don't wish to speak ill of the dead

but I think that Bonno's passing may have been of benefit to you

if you take my meaning?

Yes, absolutely, no, yes.

Of course. And believe me, I am grateful for everything.

I-I really am.

Still, what's the theme? General idea of the thing.

No idea, I'm afraid. I'm still working on that.

Really?

Well, we... we were all thinking, something a little fantastical.

Fantastical?