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Mozart!
Forgive your assassin!
I confess, I killed you!
Sì, I killed you, Mozart.
Mozart, pietà!
Forgive your assassin!
Forgive me, Mozart!
Signore Salieri,
open the door, be good now!
Signore, we have
something special for you.
Something you're going to love.
Is that good!
Signore, believe me...
...this is the most delicious thing
I ever ate in my life!
Really, you don't know
what you're miss...
All right, that's enough!
Open the door.
Signore, if you don't
open this door...
...we're gonna leave nothing
for you.
And I'm never gonna come
see you again!
Good morning, Father.
Herr Salieri?
Leave me alone.
I cannot leave alone a soul in pain.
Do you know who I am?
That makes no difference.
All men are equal in God's eyes.
Are they?
Offer me your confession.
I can offer you God's forgiveness.
How well are you trained in music?
I know a little.
I studied it in my youth.
- Where?
- Here in Vienna.
Then you must know this.
I can't say that I do.
What is it?
It was a very popular tune in its day.
I wrote it.
Here, how about this?
This one brought down the house
when we played it.
Well?
I regret it is not too familiar.
Can you recall no melody of mine?
I was the most famous composer
in Europe.
I wrote 40 operas alone.
Here!
What about this one?
Yes, I know that!
That's charming!
I'm sorry, I didn't know
you wrote that.
I didn't.
That was Mozart.
Wolfgang...
...Amadeus Mozart.
The man you accuse yourself
of killing.
You've heard that?
Is it true?
For God's sake, my son...
...if you have something to confess,
do it now.
Give yourself some peace.
He...
...was my idol.
Mozart.
I can 't think of a time
when I didn 't know his name.
I was playing games...
... when he was playing music
for kings and emperors.
Even the pope in Rome.
I admit, I was jealous...
... when I heard the tales
they told about him.
Not of the brilliant little prodigy...
... but of his father,
who had taught him everything.
My father, he did not care for music.
When I told him...
...how I wished I could be
like Mozart...
"... he would say, " Why? Do you want
to be a trained monkey?
You'd like me to drag you around,
doing tricks like a circus freak?"
How could I tell him...
...what music meant to me?
While my father
prayed earnestly to God...
... to protect commerce...
... I would offer up...
... secretly...
... the proudest prayer
a boy could think of.
"Lord, make me a great composer."
Let me celebrate your glory
through music...
... and be celebrated myself.
Make me famous through the world.
Make me immortal.
After I die...
...let people speak my name
with love for what I wrote.
In return...
...I will give you my chastity...
...my industry...
...my deepest humility,
every hour of my life.
"Amen. "
And do you know what happened?
A miracle!
My life changed forever.
I knew God had arranged it all.
That was obvious.
One minute I was a frustrated boy...
...in an obscure little town.
The next I was here...
...in Vienna, city of musicians...
... and Emperor Joseph,
the musical king.
In a few years, I was his court
composer. Isn 't that incredible?
Every night I sat with
the emperor of Austria...
... playing duets with him...
... correcting the royal sight-reading.
Actually, the man had no ear at all.
But what did it matter?
He adored my music.
Tell me...
If you had been me...
...wouldn't you have thought
God had accepted your vow?
And believe me, I honored it.
I was a model of virtue.
I kept my hands off women.
I worked hours every day
teaching students, many for free!
Sitting on endless committees
to help poor musicians.
Work, that was all my life.
And it was wonderful.
Everybody liked me.
I liked myself.
Until he came.
He came to Vienna to play
some of his music...
...at the residence
of the Prince Archbishop of Salzburg.
Eagerly, I went there to seek him out.
That night...
... changed my life.
As I wandered through the salon...
... I played a little game with myself.
This man had written
his first concerto at the age of 4...
... his first symphony at 7,
a full-scale opera at 12!
Did it show?
Is talent like that...
... written on the face?
Which one of them...
... could he be?
Mozart is not here.
- Stop it!
- I am.
- Stop it!
- I am stopping it.
I am! I'm stopping it. Slowly.
There. You see? I've stopped.
- Now we're going back.
- No!
Yes! You don't know where you are.
Here, everything goes backwards.
People walk and dance and sing
and even talk backwards.
- That's stupid.
- Why? People fart backwards.
Ssa-ym-ssik!
Ssa-ym-ssik!
Yes, you are. You are very sick.
No! Say it backwards, shitwit!
Ssa-ym-ssik.
Ssik, kiss.
Ym, my. Ssa.
Kiss my ass.
Em-yrram!
- I'm not playing!
- Say it, it's serious.
It's very serious.
Yrram.
Marry me.
I'm not gonna marry you.
You're a fiend.
Uoy-evol-l-tub.
Tub.
But I...
...love...
But I love you?
- Tihs-ym-tae.
- What?
- Eat.
- Eat.
- Ym, my.
- My.
Tihs. Eat my shit.
You filthy fiend!
You filthy...!
My music.
They've started without me.
That was Mozart!
That giggling, dirty creature
I'd just seen crawling on the floor.
- I think that went well, don't you?
- Indeed.
The Viennese know good music,
don't you think?
Certainly.
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Mozart!
Forgive your assassin!
I confess, I killed you!
Sì, I killed you, Mozart.
Mozart, pietà!
Forgive your assassin!
Forgive me, Mozart!
Signore Salieri,
open the door, be good now!
Signore, we have
something special for you.
Something you're going to love.
Is that good!
Signore, believe me...
...this is the most delicious thing
I ever ate in my life!
Really, you don't know
what you're miss...
All right, that's enough!
Open the door.
Signore, if you don't
open this door...
...we're gonna leave nothing
for you.
And I'm never gonna come
see you again!
Good morning, Father.
Herr Salieri?
Leave me alone.
I cannot leave alone a soul in pain.
Do you know who I am?
That makes no difference.
All men are equal in God's eyes.
Are they?
Offer me your confession.
I can offer you God's forgiveness.
How well are you trained in music?
I know a little.
I studied it in my youth.
- Where?
- Here in Vienna.
Then you must know this.
I can't say that I do.
What is it?
It was a very popular tune in its day.
I wrote it.
Here, how about this?
This one brought down the house
when we played it.
Well?
I regret it is not too familiar.
Can you recall no melody of mine?
I was the most famous composer
in Europe.
I wrote 40 operas alone.
Here!
What about this one?
Yes, I know that!
That's charming!
I'm sorry, I didn't know
you wrote that.
I didn't.
That was Mozart.
Wolfgang...
...Amadeus Mozart.
The man you accuse yourself
of killing.
You've heard that?
Is it true?
For God's sake, my son...
...if you have something to confess,
do it now.
Give yourself some peace.
He...
...was my idol.
Mozart.
I can 't think of a time
when I didn 't know his name.
I was playing games...
... when he was playing music
for kings and emperors.
Even the pope in Rome.
I admit, I was jealous...
... when I heard the tales
they told about him.
Not of the brilliant little prodigy...
... but of his father,
who had taught him everything.
My father, he did not care for music.
When I told him...
...how I wished I could be
like Mozart...
"... he would say, " Why? Do you want
to be a trained monkey?
You'd like me to drag you around,
doing tricks like a circus freak?"
How could I tell him...
...what music meant to me?
While my father
prayed earnestly to God...
... to protect commerce...
... I would offer up...
... secretly...
... the proudest prayer
a boy could think of.
"Lord, make me a great composer."
Let me celebrate your glory
through music...
... and be celebrated myself.
Make me famous through the world.
Make me immortal.
After I die...
...let people speak my name
with love for what I wrote.
In return...
...I will give you my chastity...
...my industry...
...my deepest humility,
every hour of my life.
"Amen. "
And do you know what happened?
A miracle!
My life changed forever.
I knew God had arranged it all.
That was obvious.
One minute I was a frustrated boy...
...in an obscure little town.
The next I was here...
...in Vienna, city of musicians...
... and Emperor Joseph,
the musical king.
In a few years, I was his court
composer. Isn 't that incredible?
Every night I sat with
the emperor of Austria...
... playing duets with him...
... correcting the royal sight-reading.
Actually, the man had no ear at all.
But what did it matter?
He adored my music.
Tell me...
If you had been me...
...wouldn't you have thought
God had accepted your vow?
And believe me, I honored it.
I was a model of virtue.
I kept my hands off women.
I worked hours every day
teaching students, many for free!
Sitting on endless committees
to help poor musicians.
Work, that was all my life.
And it was wonderful.
Everybody liked me.
I liked myself.
Until he came.
He came to Vienna to play
some of his music...
...at the residence
of the Prince Archbishop of Salzburg.
Eagerly, I went there to seek him out.
That night...
... changed my life.
As I wandered through the salon...
... I played a little game with myself.
This man had written
his first concerto at the age of 4...
... his first symphony at 7,
a full-scale opera at 12!
Did it show?
Is talent like that...
... written on the face?
Which one of them...
... could he be?
Mozart is not here.
- Stop it!
- I am.
- Stop it!
- I am stopping it.
I am! I'm stopping it. Slowly.
There. You see? I've stopped.
- Now we're going back.
- No!
Yes! You don't know where you are.
Here, everything goes backwards.
People walk and dance and sing
and even talk backwards.
- That's stupid.
- Why? People fart backwards.
Ssa-ym-ssik!
Ssa-ym-ssik!
Yes, you are. You are very sick.
No! Say it backwards, shitwit!
Ssa-ym-ssik.
Ssik, kiss.
Ym, my. Ssa.
Kiss my ass.
Em-yrram!
- I'm not playing!
- Say it, it's serious.
It's very serious.
Yrram.
Marry me.
I'm not gonna marry you.
You're a fiend.
Uoy-evol-l-tub.
Tub.
But I...
...love...
But I love you?
- Tihs-ym-tae.
- What?
- Eat.
- Eat.
- Ym, my.
- My.
Tihs. Eat my shit.
You filthy fiend!
You filthy...!
My music.
They've started without me.
That was Mozart!
That giggling, dirty creature
I'd just seen crawling on the floor.
- I think that went well, don't you?
- Indeed.
The Viennese know good music,
don't you think?
Certainly.
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