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Do you hear that? He answers me.
It's him. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
The man who gave us music from heaven.
What a genius.
At 6, he completed his first concerto.
At 11, his first opera.
He travelled throughout Europe.
He was adored, celebrated.
Kapellmeister at the court of Salzburg at 17, he was full of hope and projects.
When suddenly, tragedy struck.
His protector, the prince-archbishop, died.
The austere, dreadful Colloredo seized power.
People of Salzburg, Prince Sigismund is in God's hands.
Pay tribute to His Serene Highness Hieronymus Colloredo, your new master.
Mr. Leopold Mozart, come here.
What is this... rubbish?
Your son is asking for a leave of absence for both of you,
he wants to travel the world and give concerts.
If at 17, this pretentious boy thinks I am unworthy of his talent, let him resign.
And you with him.
Sir, I can't resign. How am I to feed my family?
That's your problem.
Once again
Our ideas get twisted
Strangled at dawn
And our dreams are killed without remorse
As always... (Days of defeat)
Only their values count (Bow down your head)
The guardians of their tower (Ivory tower)
Indecent (They don't see us)
They have gone deaf
Think of the impossible above all
Let's burn our gilded cages
Let's aim for utopia till the end
Only madmen have helped us move forward
Always (People on their knees)
Censorship surrounds us (Ropes around our necks)
They wring out our minds (Magic spell)
They trap us (Privilege)
For the sake of carnivores
Think of the impossible above all
Let's burn our gilded cages
Let's aim for utopia till the end
Only madmen have helped us move forward
They promised us easy lives
Damn imbeciles
They only let us live docilely
Without sweet madness or poesy
Boredom, night after endless night
Made of us no more than puppets
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, at your service!
Think of the impossible above all
Let's burn our gilded cages
Let's aim for utopia till the end
Only madmen have helped us move forward
The answer is no!
And for two reasons:
I refuse to grant you leave,
and know that I am closing the National Theatre of Salzburg indefinitely,
so you can forget about your dreams of opera in German.
From now on, you'll make do with the works I commission.
Father, I have no choice. We have to go!
Colloredo refused to let me go, and I can't go with you.
– I'm leaving, alone! – You can't do that!
Dad, please listen to him.
– Father, this is my life! – I said no!
Stop it, both of you.
Leopold, I will go with him if I have to.
You, leave home? But you've never travelled before.
Well, there is a first time for everything.
Mom is right.
Wolfgang, you're leaving with your mother.
But you take good care of her.
She's the most precious thing I have.
And you, son, find a position, quickly.
Don't forget that a musician without a job is nothing but a vagabond,
just a street performer people look down on.
– Dad, thank you! – Calm down.
You'll be proud of me, you'll see. I'll compose the most beautiful operas!
And I'll tell the whole world they're for my father, the best in the world!
Your Grace, the Mozarts have left Salzburg.
The father and son?
No, Majesty. The young Mozart only, with his mother.
And do we know where he intends to go?
The word is he's on his way to Mannheim.
Leave for Mannheim at once and warn Prince Karl Theodore about this madman.
He must not get a position that he won't accept here!
If I may, Your Highness, you are losing your best musician, and a magnificent composer.
To hell with him! I hated his music.
Leave all your trouble at the door
Here we can heal your broken heart
If you're hurting, just take a glass
Here at the inn of divine arts
Quit your damn whining
Come and sing the glories of absinth
Raise your glass, drink without fear
Bacchus is God in my house
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs!
Ach, guten Tag, mein Herr!
Schönes Fraulein!
Cheers!
Right here you will meet happiness
You will be welcome at any time
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you have
Drink up and hold on tight
Forgetting everything is not so hard
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you have
I leave my trouble at the door
I've come here to heal my broken heart
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you have
Drink way more than you should
It's good for everything you have.
Good evening, everyone!
Gentlemen, here are your music sheets.
Let's have another round!
Wolfgang, that's enough!
But Mom, we'll drink to my first concert here in Mannheim!
Damn right! Long live Mozart, and music!
You, the artist. You sound a bit cocky.
Weren't you dismissed in Salzburg?
– Sir, how dare you? – Mom!
That's right, Mr. Mozart. Everybody knows Colloredo got rid of you.
He wasn't dismissed. He resigned.
– You don't say. – It's true!
And here in Mannheim, I'll compose a great opera. In German!
Do you hear that? An opera in German!
Why not in French, while you're at it?
In Chinese!
Remember that we have taste here.
Everyone knows all good operas
are in Italian!
I don't give a damn about your good taste, or your prejudice!
Inquisitors, citizens,
Docile keepers of common good
Straying off the straight and narrow
Does me so much good!
I am a free thinker
A troublemaker, a loose cannon
Gentlemen, judges and prosecutors
I do not care about your courts
I am sitting on your honour
And your values that I despise
The cannons of justice
Fired up by your militia
For our own well-being
Give orders, or sentences
But I will not surrender
Gentlemen, judges and prosecutors
I do not care about your courts
I am sitting on your honour
And your values that I despise
If my madness is forbidden
Then it'll taste even sweeter
Inquisitors, citizens,
Docile keepers of common good
Straying off the straight and narrow
Does me so much good
I am a free thinker
A troublemaker, a loose cannon
Dear sirs, judges and prosecutors
I do not care about your courts
I am sitting on your honour
And your values that I despise.
You need to be taught a lesson!
Keep your hands off my son!
Musicians, help me!
Police!
– Well done! – I'm sorry?
I say: well done!
Who are you, sir?
Fridolin Weber, the city theatre's copyist.
Your son and his promising talent are the talk of the town.
So I decided to help him.
Help him? And how, if you please?
I will copy his compositions for free, and help you distribute them.
Oh! Sir, how can I ever repay you?
I don't know. Just allow me the pleasure of having you over for a hot chocolate.
With your mother. It'll be an honour to introduce you to my family. We'll talk.
– Sir, I don't think that- – We live behind the church! I'm counting on you!
Madam.
Wolfgang! I don't trust this man.
– But why? – You're so naive.
It's too good to be true!
– So? – Darling, I did as you asked!
– Did he say yes? – Yes, Cecilia, he's coming over!
And his mother? Is she coming too?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
I told you not the first time, she'll ruin everything!
You idiot can't be trusted with anything!
Convincing him is your job too, isn't it?
Exactly, my dear, and I've done my part.
Watch this!
The invitation! It smells so good!
It smells like success!
Our daughter, invited for a week of concerts by the Princess of Orange!
Aloysia Weber, prima donna!
Yes, but now we have to convince Mozart to compose for her!
We'll organize a wonderful little party for him.
Ladies!
Come in, come in!
Thank you for coming!
– Allow me to introduce my wife, Cecilia. – Pleasure to meet you, madam.
Madam.
And here is the famous Mr. Mozart my husband told me so much about.
Meet my daughters: Sophie, Josepha...
and Constance.
Constance! Come say hello, please!
Please, sit down.
– Sophie! – Yes, Mom?
– Would you give some chocolate to...? – Anna Maria.
– Wolfgang, would you like some...? – No, thank you.
Constance, will you stop singing this stupid tune!
It's charming, though!
Constance, that's enough!!
Wolfgang, I heard that you used to be a child prodigy.
I even heard that...
Your father made you play the piano with your hands tied behind your back.
No, darling! Blindfolded.
Madam, I'm a musician, not a magician.
I'm a woman, half-moon, half-human
An anagram, an erratum
I'm being drawn and sculpted
I fascinate you, are you surprised?
My heart gives out, adrenaline saves me
By pounding in rhythm
Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum
My heart whispers
Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum
My whole body starts to crack
I am a dream, an ectoplasm
I'm just a lie, a pleonasm
I remain of ice before your spasms
I can't find my place in your fantasies
Under my iron mask
My tears lacerate old wounds
Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum
My heart whispers
Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum
My whole body starts to crack
My heart whispers, my soul murmurs
Under my armour, I start to crack
My heart whispers, my soul murmurs
Under my armour, I start to crack
My heart whispers, my soul murmurs
Under my armor, I start to crack
Bim bam bim boum Bim bam bim boum
My heart whispers
My dear Wolfgang, meet our daughter Aloysia.
Sir.
I've been dying to meet you ever since my father told me about you.
Miss, your singing blew me away.
Your voice is so pure, so soft.
Please, don't be cruel, I have so much to learn still.
Speaking of which, Aloysia was invited by the Princess of Orange to give a few concerts,
and the poor girl doesn't have much of a repertoire.
Sir, would you give me a few lessons?
Yes! I'm ready to help you,
– And to compose the most beautiful pieces for you. – Wolfgang!
Daddy, maybe Mr. Mozart could come with us to the princess's castle.
Yes, that way you could conduct your own music.
What a wonderful idea, isn't it, madam?
Wolfgang, we can't leave Mannheim now,
think of your position at the court, and the opera you were commissioned.
Miss, we can begin right away.
Very well. I'll go back to the hotel and write to your father,
and you know what he'll make of all this.
Do not touch me!
Constance, please?
What is it?
Well, could you move?
Your Highness.
My dear, isn't she perfect?
Look at him, he's fascinated.
Yes, she's so perfect, really!
Nobody asked your opinion!
Tell me, don't you think he's a little odd?
No, no, he's...
Let's just say he's emotional. That's right, emotional.
Besides, we're not asking him to marry her.
Mother, would I tell you
The causes of my torment
Ever since I saw Wolfgang
Looking at me tenderly
My heart says every second:
Can you live without a lover?
He blushes and then, sadly,
a sigh betrays his heart
The cruel and clever girl
Takes advantage of his weakness
Alas! Mother, one wrong step
Made him fall into her arms.
My dear husband, all our hopes have been dashed.
The prince turned us away once and for all,
and ever since Wolfgang fell for this Aloysia Weber,
nothing else matters to him.
Please, write him quickly and straighten him out.
Good evening, Mom!
Wolfgang, darling, I have to tell you-
We rehearsed all day! Aloysia is...
Amazing.
She's wonderful.
– Wolfgang, listen to me. – I'm listening, Mom!
We have to pack, we're leaving tomorrow and-
What's going on, Mom?
There is nothing left for us in Mannheim.
The commission of your opera was cancelled, and your application rejected.
Cancelled?
Rejected?
Well, I don't care! Aloysia is my future!
She'll be my muse, and I'll be her poet!
You've lost your mind, my poor darling!
Aria for my sublime Aloysia.
Crudel periglio.
– Bravo! – Congratulations, miss. How charming!
What a lovely couple, I must say.
What are you waiting for? Go talk to her!
Come on, Cecilia, not in front of everyone!
My friends, after singing, dancing.
Open the ball!
Your Highness! I am Aloysia Weber's father, and I would like to ask for a recommendation-
Mr. Mozart, come see me.
Your Highness, she dreams of joining the opera!
Your support would help her greatly!
I heard you were composing an opera in German! Tell me, is it a love story about me?
Your Highness! If you were kind enough to listen-
Such a great opportunity, wasted! You're pathetic!
– She's not listening to me! – Shut up, you idiot!
You've never done anything right for your daughter!
Fridolin! Come back here immediately!
– Aren't you going to congratulate me? – You'd like that, wouldn't you?
What's bothering you?
You're so annoying, both of you!
You're acting like a diva, and Wolfgang's acting like a lovesick fool.
– You're jealous. – Jealous? Me?
You are. You keep staring at him.
At least, I'm not making fun of him!
I'm not making fun of him! We work together, that's all.
You're using him! His music and his feelings are genuine, yours aren't!
But why worry?
Tomorrow, our wars
Will blow over, six feet under
In the meantime, you enrage me, you pretentious little bitch
You should just live in a convent, look what you call happiness
But why worry?
Our little wars
Will blow over
Six feet under
You play with people's feelings, but you're lying to yourself
You're so unbelievably uptight, it's when you knit you get your kicks
But why worry?
Our little wars
Will blow over
Six feet under
Time passes by, we've reached a dead-end
Before my final journey, let's try to play nice
I know the weakness of my hurtful words
I feel terrible
Time flies inexorably
My fears and anger make me want to bite you
One last reproach, and the wall comes closer
I feel just as bad
You've worn out so many mirrors, you wear too much make-up to see yourself
In your mirror, you're nobody but the reflection of a cow
But why worry?
Our little wars
Will blow over
Six feet under
But why worry?
Our little wars
Will blow over
Six feet under
My friends!
It's a triumph!
– Wolfgang, I'm so happy for you! – Thank you!
Tell us!
Dear Aloysia, the princess loved your singing so much that she agreed to renew your contract.
I knew it!
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
See, dear, it wasn't so difficult!
Wolfgang!
Mom? What are you doing here?
Here, this is for you.
For me?
Yes. It's a letter from your father.
Good news, I hope!
My errors, my pains, my decency, my regrets – but what's the point?
You don't care, you reject everything, you throw it all away
My memory, my history, my past, you bury them with disrespect
Tomorrow you'll say: "How could I not see all the traps?"
Swept away by this cruel game?
Resentment, fears, tragedies caused by bitter love
Dark nights, trouble found for the sake of short-lived pleasures
I keep preaching in the desert
But how can I remain silent?
The earth keeps spinning just like men
We make the same mistakes as our fathers
We always bite the same apple
The snake dances as we get tangled up
In yesterday's mistakes
To grow up, to thrive and get out of this old vicious circle
In my shadow, in the rubble of dark days, you will find light
You get your light from my flaws
How can I remain silent?
The earth revolves around men
We are the sum of our fathers' mistakes
We always bite the same apple
The snake dances as we get tangled up
The earth revolves around men
We must undo what we are
By kissing our fathers
Wolfgang! Get yourself together.
Give up on this Aloysia.
Go to Paris, quickly.
Paris is where you'll find honour and success.
Make them recognize your talent.
Only then, you will come back to Miss Weber.
Wolfgang, do as I say!
Aloysia...
Aloysia, I must leave you.
– Leave me? – Yes, tomorrow.
– What about our concerts? – I don't know.
You'll sing without me.
Wolfgang, what's going on?
I must leave Mannheim for Paris.
Right now? Think about it, what about Aloysia, and our plans?
Madam, tell us what this is about!
No, that's it! I'm leaving.
Aloysia, I won't be gone longer than a few months.
A few months? That's too long!
It's a lifetime! No, don't go!
This time, we've had it!
You idiot!
Aloysia, no. No.
My father is right. Today, I'm nothing.
In Paris, I'll get rich and famous, to be worthy of you.
Please, I'm begging you.
Aloysia, I love you. Don't forget me.
Goodbye.
I hate you.
I hate you, I hate you!
Divine, candid, libertine
Tonight I'm climbing into your bed
Let's leave husbands to their slumber
Let's love each other for the whole world to see
I'll learn your language and your accent
To understand you
I'll be frivolous and decadent
To surprise you
Tattoo me on your breasts
With the tip of my lips
I will kiss your hands
I'll make sure it pleases you
Tattoo me on your walls
A future to compose
I want to carve all my lust
On your gildings
Let's go out, arm in arm
Let's not be afraid of their vile arrogance (How indecent!)
Let's visit the bourgeois
Drink their wine and tease their conscience (You'll pay for this offence!)
I don't care if they laugh or look down on my flaws
They are my wealth, my pride
They are my land
Tattoo me on your breasts
With the tip of my lips
I will kiss your hands
I'll make sure it pleases you
Tattoo me on your walls
A future to compose
I want to carve all my lust
On your gildings
Tattoo you without bounds
(Made to measure)
Let yourself fall into my arms
Slip me under your sheets
Let's give in to excesses
Let's sing for the conformists
The delights of indecency
Tattoo me on your breasts
With the tip of my lips
I will kiss your hands
I'll make sure it pleases you
Tattoo me on your walls
A future to compose
I want to carve all my lust
On your gildings
Wolfgang!
Mom?
Mom? Wake up!
I'm not feeling so well, son.
I'll go get a doctor.
Help!
It's my mother, she's feeling weak!
Please, I don't have money with me, but I'll pay you!
Help us, I'm begging you!
Wolfgang, where are you?
It's all dark, I can't see anything!
I'm here, Mom, don't move.
I asked for a doctor.
How will you pay him? We have nothing left.
A friend of Baron Grimm commissioned me for a sonata yesterday.
He promised to give me an advance.
Don't lie to me, Wolfgang.
I know the baron has done nothing for you,
like I know Paris turned its back on you.
– No! – Honey, you have to leave.
Promise you'll leave this cursed city.
Go home.
Take good care of your sister.
Why would you say that? You'll do it yourself, come on.
And please, don't blame your father.
He loves you, you know.
Tell him... Please tell him...
Come on, we'll go back to the hotel.
We'll go back to Salzburg tomorrow!
Come on, Mom!
Mom!
Let me go!
Please, I'm begging you!
Aloysia!
Aloysia! Don't you recognize me?
Wolfgang. Wolfgang Mozart.
My god, Wolfgang?
Yes. I'm so happy to see you! I've just come back from Paris.
What's this thing you're wearing?
Are you a servant, now? Don't you like music anymore?
I do!
Don't tell me you're wearing the lastest fashion from Paris.
My mother died. This is my funeral outfit.
What a shame. I mean, how awful.
Anyway, it looks ugly.
You should get changed. And comb that hair.
Aloysia, I kept thinking of you in Paris.
Look, I brought back this aria for you.
But months have gone by, and I've been hired at the opera!
– The opera! – Yes.
And I get nothing but the best parts.
Aloysia, I'm here in front of you,
at your service.
I want to be part of your life.
I want to marry you.
Marry me?
I forgot to introduce Mr. Joseph Lange.
Sir.
We are getting married.
Have a safe trip back to Salzburg.
Come visit us if you ever come back to Munich.
Do say hello to your father for me.
I hate them all,
with their false pretense,
and their manners of little courtiers.
I'm going back to Salzburg.
But...
I won't give up.
I'll fight till the end,
for my music.
Till the end!
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,
betrayed, humiliated,
salutes you.
Too much noise for too many nights spent thinking
When absence waltzes
In this ball
Your silence is a painful scream
I make out your face on shadows
My dark memories
Kill me
I sleep on roses
That make up my cross
I can't ignore the pain
But I dare not
Miss you
At night, in the rain, in laughter
In the worst of my life
Too much noise for my unstable mind
Faltering on my pale dreams
Funny dance
Memory is a well of pain
Above your sacred body
My love was hanged
And swings
I sleep on roses
That make up my cross
I can't ignore the pain
But I dare not
Touch upon the things
That burgeoned without you
Oh, my rose
Don't wither and die
I miss you
At night, in the rain, in laughter
In the worst of my life
I hate roses
As much as I hate tears
Life imposes itself
I believe again
In my broken dreams
At last, I want
To know the fever
Of the scent
Of roses
So this is it, you're leaving.
Yes, Father. In Vienna, I'll finally live among musicians
– Play in salons, compose for princes! – No, Wolfgang.
You're not going for pleasure.
You're only accompanying Colloredo to the coronation of the new emperor.
Just do whatever he says.
Father, Vienna is a new opportunity for me.
Opportunity?
You had all the opportunities in the world.
You travelled, met people, and you messed everything up.
– You even neglected your mother! – No!
You let her die!
You deprived me of my other half.
Father.
I've worked hard all my life
so you'd be proud of me.
And I'm sorry if I disappointed you!
But I can't carry on like this.
For three years, I've been bullied and humiliated by this tyrant.
No more!
This time, I'm going to Vienna for myself!
For my music.
No, Mozart. You're at my service here in Vienna.
And I won't let you perform for anyone else!
– Your Highness, I only wanted to ask you- – And now...
Go back to the kitchen.
Your place is with the servants.
If the maestro would like to sit down, dinner is served.
So, traitor, don't you enjoy our company?
This musician is so precious!
You'll drink to us, now!
Little coward
Wants to grow up
But he remains sitting
The little fool
Insults the sultan
But he gets punished
Life is unfair, but it depends for whom
Life is unfair, especially for the powerless
Life is unfair, and that's why we laugh
Around the rich and powerful
The scum laughs
My dear brother, I know life in Vienna is hell.
But please, Wolfgang, hang in there!
What's going on, Mr. Mozart? Are you cancelling our rehearsals?
I'm talking to you, Herr Mozart! Is he deaf?
Let us love one another
Comedy, tragedy
All children are ours
Comedy, tragedy
Whatever blows you receive
You'll turn the other cheek
Comedy, tragedy
Lucky are the wretches allowed into heaven
Mr. Mozart, what is this about? Colloredo won't let you come to my salon?
What a shame.
Enough!!
Mr. Mufti, king of the narrow-minded,
take one last good look at me.
I, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, am resigning tonight!
You hear that, my Lord? I'm free. Free!
Whatever the courtiers who grovel at the feet of the wealthiest may think
I laugh at their miserable lives of crushed insects
Cease the futile nonsense that shines in high society
I'm quite comfortable with crimes of lese majesty
No one in this world is master of men
Prince of laws
Make way, I'm coming through
I am king of my dreams
Lord of liberties
Dare to give thanks
To this rising madman
Make way, I'm coming through
I am king of my dreams
Lord of my ideas
Dare to give thanks
To this well-meaning rascal
Whatever the lords who skew every one of our wishes may think
Their thrones of clay are for me no more than chairs
No one in this world is a god for men
Worthy of faith
Make way, I'm coming through
I am king of my dreams
Lord of liberties
Dare to give thanks
To this rising madman
Make way, I'm coming through
I am king of my dreams
Lord of my ideas
Dare to give thanks
To this well-meaning rascal
Bravo!
Well done, Mozart!
Come on, my dear Stephanie, an opera in German? Ridiculous.
Mr. Rosenberg, I don't share your opinion. I'd say-
It's a heresy, I tell you!
Can you imagine some cheap local singers on the stage of the Imperial Theatre?
Salieri, do you imagine, for instance...
This is nonsense!
Yes, what is it?
His Majesty Joseph II, emperor of Austria!
– Sun of the Tyrol- – That'll do, my friend.
– Good day, gentlemen. Follow me! – Your Majesty.
Mademoiselle.
Good! I'm listening.
Your Majesty, let me introduce Mr. Stephanie.
He's here to give you the libretto for the opera you commissioned,
of which he is the author.
Go ahead!
Your Majesty.
Step back. Quick!
The Abduction from the Seraglio.
What a curious title!
Your Majesty, it's a divertissement, an exciting Turkish tale.
Very well!
And who will set our opera to music, sir?
I've asked Wolfgang Mozart.
A very promising young composer, all of Vienna is talking about him!
A young birdbrain, Your Majesty,
who claims everywhere he will only compose for German operas!
Yes, Your Majesty. I thought German would suit you.
Tell me, my dear Salieri, what do you think?
A birdbrain...
But infinitely talented.
– Come on, Salieri! – However!
We can't deny his youth, or his lack of experience.
Gentlemen, that's settled. We are choosing Mozart!
Thank you!
– Rosenberg, you'll keep an eye on this. – Yes, your Majesty.
You'll be its guarantor, Intendant.
Absolutely.
Now, let's set a date for the premiere!
He chose Mozart! He chose Mozart!
He chose Mozart!
Cut it out, Lady Gaga!
I'm sorry?
– I'll make him shut up! – No, I'm done!
Josepha! Don't forget to change the sheets on the second floor.
Yes, Mom.
Constance?
– Constance! – Yes, Mom!
Mr Haufe's shirts, are they ready?
– In a second, Mom! – Hurry up, he's waiting to leave.
So, 2, 4, 6, 8, that's right!
What about those shirts?
Here you go, sir.
Come on, be on your way!
Constance, what are you doing? You still have work to do!
I'm sick of slaving away like a housemaid! Why don't you hire a housekeeper?
And where will you find the money to pay her?
You stupid girl!
Ever since your father died and that diva Aloysia got married,
I've been working myself to death, and you're tired, you're moody.
Really! I wonder whether you'll start using your brain someday!
I set my novels on fire
Assassinated my prince charmings
I erased
The marks and bitter regrets
Caused by wounded love
I had vowed to myself
I would give up on lovers
And then, one night
He stole my heart mercilessly
His gaze burnt my skin
And if I swoon
I'll impale myself on his fangs
I'm not strong enough
I'll end up in this man's claws
And if I swoon
I'm sure I'll get hurt
I have to get away
Before this animal eats me alive
My body and more
Let my break-ups hold me back
Let my wounds remember them
I'm on the road to ruin
My demons are waiting for me
Vulnerable, I'm taking the plunge
And if I swoon
I'll impale myself on his fangs
I'm not strong enough
I'll end up in this man's claws
It's got to be worth it
(If she swoons)
Painful, but not too much
A flash in the pan
Would surely strike me a fatal blow
To my body and more
Let my break-ups hold me back
Mom! It's Wolfgang!
Wolfgang is visiting us!
Well, it's him! Our runaway.
Our Mr. Fickle.
I hope you regret abandoning us in Mannheim, at least!
– Mrs. Weber, I regret deeply! – It's forgotten!
Aloysia got over it, married well...
She's famous, and even expecting a child.
A child?
To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, maestro?
Well, I would like to rent a room.
No problem.
But let me warn you...
You'll have to behave.
I still have three daughters, so don't take advantage of the situation.
There won't be a second Aloysia.
As for me...
Don't even think about it.
You're not my type at all.
We know everything about you!
You left Colloredo!
The emperor commissioned you for an opera!
And you're still not married.
Ladies, let him breathe!
You look very pale.
We'll take care of you.
And if she swoons
(If she swoons)
Surely, she'll get hurt
She has to get away
Before the animal eats her alive
Her body and more
(Her body and more)
Her body and more
Well, hurry up, Mr. Stephanie.
– I'm bored. Bored! – We're getting there, sir!
– Maybe you could come back in a moment- – What's happening this time?
Have the rehearsals not started?
– Of course they have! – Good!
Is Mozart here or not?
– I'm sorry? – Well? Is he here or not?
– Oh! Yes, he is! – There we go.
Mozart is here of course, but-
Back off. Back off, or I'll get mad!
Jesus! Salieri, don't look at this!
I knew we should have come earlier.
– Maestro! – Mr. Stephanie! Which one is Mozart?
Constance! You promised me a kiss!
Come and get it!
Maestro Mozart! We are ready, and waiting.
Well, Miss Cavalieri, you'll be the one waiting for once!
– Excuse me, Maestro- – Silence, let's get to work!
Will you announce us!
Let's go to aria No. 10. I'll count a measure for nothing.
Mozart...
Mr. Rosenberg and myself are here at the emperor's request
to evaluate your work,
and I can see why he's worried about the result.
Ha! Thank you.
How could you judge my work
without having heard the first note?
Notes, notes, notes!
Too many notes!
So I hear your score is riddled with unplayable sections?
– Too many notes? – You heard me.
Where does this rubbish come from, if not from your own prejudice!
This is an outrage I will not tolerate any further. Goodbye, sir.
– Salieri? – Sir, let me explain!
Salieri, are you coming?
Congratulations on that little outburst, my friend.
I hope your music lives up to your claims.
Wait!
Salieri...
You're a musician.
Please.
I don't need it.
Where does this strange feeling come from
Both fascinating and disturbing?
I shiver, stabbed by beauty
It's like a knife through my soul
The wound pierces my heart
And I feel joy in pain
I get drunk on this poison
To the point of losing my mind
It feels so good it hurts
When you love, perfectly normal
Your hatred takes all the pleasure
Suffering feels so nice
Succumb to the charm, give your tears
It feels so good it hurts (It hurts)
When you love, perfectly common (So good it hurts)
Your pain, the true delights
Come from torture
Drop your weapons, give your tears
I'm feeling violent urges
I feel like I'm hitting rock bottom
I don't know where this curse comes from
But I love having it under my skin
Overwhelmed by crazy thoughts
Suddenly, my envy wells up
Desire becomes my prison
To the point of losing my mind
It feels so good it hurts
When you love, perfectly normal
Your hatred takes all the pleasure
Suffering feels so nice
Succumb to the charm, give your tears
It feels so good it hurts (It hurts)
When you love, perfectly common (So good it hurts)
Your pain, the true delights
Come from torture
Drop your weapons, give your tears (I give my tears)
It feels so good it hurts
When you love, perfectly normal
Your hatred takes all the pleasure
Suffering feels so nice
Succumb to the charm, give your tears (I give my tears)
It feels so good it hurts (It hurts me)
When you love, perfectly common (So good it hurts)
Your pain, the true delights
Come from torture
Drop your weapons, give your tears (I'll drop my weapons, give my tears)
Well, well, maestro?
Too many notes?
Mozart, hear my advice...
Stay in your place, and we'll get along just fine.
Constance!
– Pouchie, Pouchie! – Oh, my love.
Constance...
– Will you give me that kiss, now? – Yes!
– Ha! The little rascals! – Mom!
Caught red-handed, my little lambs!
– Shame on you! – Cecilia! Mom, I mean, madam!
– This isn't what it looks like! – You gave me your word!
– No, in fact- – Are you admitting to it?
Wolfgang, you will be the end of us!
You flaunted your relationship with such indecency!
All of Vienna will look down on us!
So many efforts and sacrifices only to see my little Constance dishonored!
Thank god, your father isn't here to see this!
Mom, how dare you?
Shut up and get out, now!
Never!
You little pest!
– Wolfgang! – I think I'd better go.
Tell me, young man...
You're not trying to escape, are you?
– I'm not! – Because if you were...
We'd have to call the police on you!
The police? Who on earth are you?
I am the guardian of this poor child!
Thank you for coming so quickly!
Sir, you will repair the harm you have done to this family!
And how am I supposed to do this?
By signing this promise of marriage.
A promise of marriage?
But my father will refuse!
The scoundrel is using the father excuse again!
You have to promise to marry Miss Weber within three years.
If you don't honour your promise...
You will have to pay Mrs. Weber 300 florins.
To hell with this!
Oh, yes, that's very good.
Is everything clear?
It's clear your trap was well-planned!
Congratulations, Madam!
Mozart, quit your whining and sign this.
Dad! Listen to this: "On His Majesty's request,
Mr Mozart has begun the rehearsals of The Abduction from the Seraglio.
There is no doubt this opera will be warmly received by the Viennese audience."
Dad, this is it! Our Wolfgang is going to be famous!
Why the long face?
Your brother...
He wrote to me asking for permission to marry Constance Weber,
Aloysia's sister.
He got caught in the nets of this damn family again,
but I won't let him marry her, not while I'm still alive!
Dad, I don't understand you,
I'm sure Constance is sincere.
And if Wolfgang loves her,
why won't you let him be happy?
She wants all his talent
The flights of fancy
The great inversions
Under the baton of virtuoso
Of this daring musician
I want the blessings
A romantic opera
A lover in heaven
And superimposed choruses
In a blaze of glory
Oh, how presumptuous!
Goodbye...
Solos in the sheets
The two of us
Will do our scales up and down
Wicked
The kicks of married life
Heaven...
Blesses our frolicking
Constance, what have you done?
I can't believe you took part in your mother's scheme.
Do you really think I did?
I don't know what to believe anymore.
Wolfgang! You're the person I love the most in the world!
If you decide to marry me one day,
I don't want it to be because of a promise you were forced to sign.
This is not an answer.
Do you recognize this paper?
I stole it from my mother this morning.
Look how much I care.
Miss Constance Weber...
will you be my wife?
She wants a harmony
His hand to lead her
And try his ardour
In a symphony of sighs
Let's violate desire
Oh, how concupiscent!
Goodbye...
Solos in the sheets
The two of us
Will do our scales up and down
Wicked
The kicks of married life
Heaven...
Blesses our frolicking
I speak in the name of the Father
Don't let go of the angel's hand
Worth more than this vulgar comedy
There is no salvation on earth
For loose morals
Goodbye...
Solos in the sheets
The two of us
Will do our scales up and down
Wicked
The kicks of married life
Heaven...
Blesses our frolicking
Goodbye...
Solos in the sheets
Heaven...
Blesses our frolicking.
What is this? Get this thing out now!
Don't just stare at me like an idiot!
I knew it, I knew it!
I shouldn't have allowed this to happen!
Tonight is the premiere of The Abduction from the Seraglio,
and all of Vienna is waiting for this crackpot Mozart's first performance
like it's the event of the year.
And Salieri, that idiot who never gets it, tells me:
"You'll see, Rosenberg...
"The confusion of his music will upset the court and the emperor,
"And everything will go back to normal."
What an idiot!
What if they actually enjoyed this confusion he talks about?
You never know! After all, there are a few parts that are quite nice.
Well, efficient.
It's true, let's be honest! Here, for instance:
The overture!
The exposition is magical, listen to this!
Listen.
Jesus.
Salieri, it's you! You scared the living daylights out of me.
– Tell me... – Yes?
Rosenbeeeeerg...
– Do you like Mozart's music so much? – Of course I don't!
– On the contrary, I was complaining about it! – Complaining?
– Yes, I was! – Really.
Of course, Salieri, I was thinking tonight was the premiere of the Seraglio,
and Mozart cannot, must not succeed.
So...
In front of the emperor, I have a few friends who...
will reserve their whistles and boos for this dreadful opera.
– You do that, my friend. – Oh, I will!
May I have your attention, please?
My dear Mozart, your opera is nothing short of a triumph!
Thank you, thank you.
Rosenberg and Salieri are humiliated.
I'm so proud of you, my love!
Let's raise our glasses to your victory!
Excuse me?
Excuse me.
I'd like to speak with Maestro Mozart.
He's in front of you, sir.
I'm Lorenzo da Ponte, court author and poet.
Lorenzo da Ponte.
My friends, the author of Maestro Salieri's libretti is doing me the honour of visiting me.
But what can I do for you, sir?
I'd like to write a libretto for you, but...
Apparently, I arrived at the wrong time.
I'll come back tomorrow.
No, Da Ponte, stay!
Please stay.
The great Mozart is going back to music!
Please make your way to the next room, I think dinner is served.
I'm listening.
I have here the summary of a comedy by Carlo Goldoni,
which would suit the tastes of our Viennese audience.
You and I both know their limitations.
I have better than that.
– The Marriage of Figaro. – The play by Beaumarchais?
You do know the emperor banned it in Vienna, don't you?
Well, you'll convince him!
To go back on his decision?
He'll never agree, this play caused a huge scandal in France,
and the rumours of revolution are increasing everywhere in Europe.
It will be Figaro...
Or nothing.
Then you'll have to count me out.
A valet who lectures and ridicules a count!
Your Viennese audience won't follow you.
Da Ponte! What I want to bring to life
are not so much the revolutionary ideas, but the wrench of human passions.
Figaro really speaks to me,
and his rebellion is the one of a free man!
With your talent and my music, we'll win! Please say yes, Da Ponte!
Tonight, His Majesty the Emperor Joseph II
will attend the dress rehearsal of The Marriage of Figaro,
opera buffa in four acts presented by Messrs. Mozart and Da Ponte.
What's going on? Why isn't the orchestra playing?
Will someone explain this farce to me, Da Ponte?
I hope Your Majesty will forgive us, we have only respected your will.
My will? Really!
Stop everything!
Mr. Rosenberg censored the dance in my finale.
There!
Apparently, Your Majesty won't tolerate ballet in his theatre.
Rosenberg, what's this rubbish?
Your Majesty, if I may, let me remind you that
ballet isn't a done thing, that's all.
Well, know that I do not care about that.
I want to see and hear this ballet, is that clear?
Come on, Salieri, is this a joke?
Your Majesty, this is unacceptable.
– Salieri, don't you- – That's enough, Rosenberg!
Salieri, proceed.
Mozart...
Please resume your finale with the orchestra.
That's what I like to hear!
Thank you, Mr. Salieri!
What was that about? Are you trying to sabotage me?
I saved both our necks from this situation you got us in.
By letting Mozart win in front of the emperor?
Thank you very much!
You don't get it, Rosenberg.
Mozart is on the road to ruin, Figaro will offend the nobility.
They will never forgive him.
Scandal is near.
Now listen carefully.
Spread rumours in salons.
Stir things up in the company.
Corrupt them if you have to.
And when... the time is right,
we'll see the emperor again, he'll listen to me.
Yes, that's good. Very good.
I'm counting on you. Now go.
And yet...
His music is sublime.
On this night, unbearable insomnia
Madness will get me
I am what I'm fleeing
I endure this cacophony
Splitting my head
Relentless harmony
It tells me: you'll pay for your crimes
Whatever happens
We drag our chains
Our sorrows
I devote my nights to the Assasymphony
To requiems
Killing out of spite
Everything I sow
I devote my nights to the Assasymphony
To blasphemy
I confess I curse
Those who love each other
The enemy hidden away in my mind
Celebrates my defeats
Challenges me constantly
I renounce the fatal heresy
Eating me away
I want to be reborn
Reborn
I devote my nights to the Assasymphony
To requiems
Killing out of spite
Everything I sow
I devote my nights to the Assasymphony
To blasphemy
I confess I curse
Those who love each other
Cry, violins of my life,
Violence of my envy,
Insane symphony
Disconcerting concerto
I play but can't reach beauty
My talent sounds off-key
I stave off boredom with my love for music
I kill my fears in disharmony
I devote my nights to the Assasymphony
To requiems
Killing out of spite
Everything I sow
I devote my nights to the Assasymphony
To blasphemy
I confess I curse
Those who love each other
I devote my nights to the Assasymphony
I confess I curse
Those who love each other
Long live Figaro!
Aloysia!
– Aloysia, my dear sister. – Constance.
Let's live it up
To celebrate Figaro
Mozart is a genius!
What an amazing feat
Getting cheered out by the crowd
In front of so many enemies
In spite of the plotters, Mozart succeeded
Despite the evil schemes, triumph is achieved
Despite the influence of courtiers, he's winning
That snake Rosenberg bit the dust
Long live Figaro!
May I have some fun too?
I'd like to contribute to your little party.
The Marriage of Figaro was withdrawn!
By order of His Majesty, of course.
You're lying! He wouldn't betray my husband!
It's you who set him against Mozart with your lies!
Wolfgang is the greatest composer in Vienna!
Who's this crazy hag?
You'll tell your greatest composer in Vienna he's nothing anymore!
Tomorrow, every door will be closed to him.
No one will want anything to do with him.
No one!
No, Mozart, the ending's just not right.
Don Giovanni, swallowed up by hell!
We can't end it this way. We need a last scene, something positive!
People need to forget about the disastrous effects of Figaro!
You have to make peace with your audience.
What audience?
The one that celebrates you one day and stabs you the next?
I know, but rehearsals start in three months,
and we don't have a single act ready.
Wolfgang, you're not with me, what's going on?
My father is sick.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Well, what do we do, then?
I'll leave for Salzburg,
and help my sister take care of him.
It's too late, you won't make up for lost time.
How can you say that?
– He's my father, I owe him everything! – Certainly not your genius.
Let's get back to it, shall we?
Genius?
Genius is also the love he gave me,
it's the way he cared for his children,
and his passion for music,
that my whole life revolves around.
Your face is lighting up
Your eyes are getting foggy
You're going to dance in heaven
You appease me, you lie to me
Then you slowly slip away
Towards the most beautiful slumber
Sleep, my angel
In eternal innocence
Sleep, my angel
Heaven is your home
Fly, my angel
Life is sweeter elsewhere
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
My angel, sleep
Angelus bells are ringing
Fly, fly, fly
My childhood is flying away
My dreams are violated
I'm a tightrope artist
Suspended in the mist
Walking along your footsteps
I stagger, fall over
I plunge into the remnants
Of the days that tell me about you
Sleep, my angel
In eternal innocence
Sleep, my angel
Heaven is your home
Fly, my angel
Time will soothe my pain
Da Ponte, my father is dead.
Mr. Mozart?
What do you want?
Don't ask any question.
The man who sends me...
considers you the most talented composer.
What does he want from me?
He wants you to compose a mass for the dead.
A requiem?
For whom?
That's none of your business.
Here are 100 ducats.
You'll get as much when you're done.
Work with all the care possible.
The man is a connoisseur.
Wolfgang, 100 ducats!
– We're saved! – No, Constance, no.
This man isn't from this world,
he came from beyond to tell me this is the end.
No...
You know, Mrs. Rosenberg tells me: "My dear,
– speaking of me –
"You're a wonderful human being."
I love to laugh, you know.
Your attention, please! God bless the one His Majesty appointed Imperial Kapellmeister,
our friend and composer, Antonio Salieri!
I thought I would succeed
By cheating destiny
But I lost myself to win
Victory without virtue
Means triumph without glory
Honour is worth more than a trophy
Ridiculous, don't have any qualms
You have to triumph
If you're adored, don't have any qualms
Take it as it comes
But the mirror won't look back at me
So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory
I admit I was defeated by my thirst for power
I rose to the top without working my way up
I'm the unseemly prince
Of a ridiculous talent
Getting others to love me without feeling love myself
Ridiculous, don't have any qualms
You have to triumph
If you're adored, don't have any qualms
Take it as it comes
But the mirror won't look back at me
So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory
Victim of my victory
Better to be the victim of a victory than the king of fanciful dreams!
Alone and in disgrace, like this poor Mozart,
ruined by the failure of his wretched Don Giovanni.
Reduced to composing a tale on happiness.
Yes, The Talking Reed Pipe, I think.
No! I remember: The Blocked Flute.
It's The Magic Flute, you know that.
Yes, yes, a simple street storyteller's farce,
for aphasic and disillusioned artists.
How does it go again?
The Blocked Flute? The Talking Reed Pipe? It's Mozart they're murdering!
Victim of my victory
My glory is laughable
Ridiculous, don't have any qualms
You have to triumph
If you're adored, don't have any qualms
Take it as it comes
But the mirror won't look back at me
So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory
Ridiculous, don't have any qualms
You have to triumph (Why should I triumph?)
If you're adored, don't have any qualms
Take it as it comes (Why enable me?)
But my pride is in mourning
So it doesn't see I'm a victim of my victory
Victim of my victory
I lost...
In the eyes of history.
Wolfgang, you'll catch a cold.
I've got it, I've got it.
Write it down. Lacrimosa: tears.
D minor, first measure.
F, C sharp, D.
Third measure, start of the theme: legato.
A, F, D, D, C.
Third measure: hope, finally.
The chorus comes in.
B and C, natural. Whole tone.
Then semitone.
The unreachable.
Music will overtake me.
Heaven... light...
Master?
The poor Mozart...
I heard he remains cooped up all day, and that his health is deteriorating.
He tells everyone that Death commissioned a requiem for his own funeral.
For his own funeral? How presomptuous.
Don't you think, Da Ponte?
Sir...
Anything concerning Mozart concerns me too,
and your contempt for him is disgusting.
Constance!
Wolfgang!
What are you doing here?
Who let you in?
Madam...
I heard your husband was ill,
and I came to offer my help.
We don't want anything, sir.
After all the harm you've done to us?
Oh, it's you!
Salieri!
How are you?
Wolfgang, lie down, get some rest.
Please go, you can see it's not a good time!
– Salieri! – Please go!
You know, Salieri...
I'll never manage to finish it.
My requiem.
You will, Mozart.
You'll get better.
No, my friend.
– Death is here. – Wolfgang, don't say that,
you'll bring us bad luck! I'll get the doctor.
No, Constance!
It's no use. I just want to see Süssmayr,
he must finish the requiem.
Go, the notes and the first drafts are on the table.
Go, now, go!
We leave without knowing
Where memories die
Our life passes by within the space of a breath
Our tears, our fears
Have lost their meaning
Yet we cling onto the thread of our desires
That yesterday
We still couldn't stop cursing
If we must die
Might as well make life worthwhile
Hold everything back
To sacrifice it all
If we must die
I want to carve on our headstones
That our laughter
Fooled death and time
I'll see you again
Where nothing is nothing anymore
We'll understand where we come from
Rise up, madmen
Without you, the world
Loses its mind
Let's follow till the end
These unruly madmen
Are angels
Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes
We have the choice to rebuild a world
But why worry? Six feet under, we'll be standing
Our troubles won't seem so crushing, gone topsy-turvy
Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes
We have the choice to rebuild a world
Let's wake the madman hidden within us
The king of dreams
Let's live life to the full, and above all
Let the madmen rise
Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes
We have the choice to rebuild a world
Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes
We have the choice to rebuild a world
Everyone thinks about it, everyone believes, everyone hopes
We have the choice to rebuild a world
Rise up...
Madmen.
Tattoo me on your breasts
With the tip of my lips
I will kiss your hands
I'll make sure it pleases you
Tattoo me on your walls
A future to compose
I want to carve all my lust
On your gildings
Tattoo me on your breasts
With the tip of my lips
I will kiss your hands
I'll make sure it pleases you
(From the tip of my lips)
Tattoo me on your walls
A future to compose
I want to carve all my lust
On your gildings
Tattoo me on your breasts
With the tip of my lips
I will kiss your hands
I'll make sure it pleases you
Tattoo me on your walls
A future to compose
I want to carve all my lust
On your gildings
Thank you, everyone!
Tonight is the great ball
Put some blusher on your pale ideas
We're going to dance with the stars
Higher still
Today is the big day
Let's watch the drums drop on the ground
The music of court soldiers
Sound off-key still
So come on, it's almost the end
Of this world that's become deaf
So come on, ring the alarm bells
Send their old ideas flying
Come and dance, it's our turn
Tonight is the big night
Our dreams are draped in velvet
We rush towards a fresh start
More beautiful still
So come on, it's almost the end
Of this world that's become deaf
So come on, ring the alarm bells
Send their old ideas flying
Come and dance, it's our turn
I drank this bitter-tasting love
I saw the towers fall on earth
I saw black gold bleed in the sea
And all the eyes on the ephemeral
I see the new day dawning
I believe in the laughter of the madman up there
I want to grasp all mysteries
And set myself free from the ephemeral
Tonight is the great ball
Put some blusher on your pale ideas
We're going to dance with the stars
Higher still
So come on, it's almost the end
Of this world that's become deaf
So come on, ring the alarm bells
Send their old ideas flying
Come and dance, it's our turn
So come on, it's almost the end
Of this world that's become deaf
So come on, ring the alarm bells
Let's love each other on their rubble
Let's love each other for a new world.