stage,
stood the figure of a dead commander.
I knew...
...only I understood...
...that the horrifying apparition
was Leopold...
...raised from the dead!
Wolfgang had actually
summoned up his own father...
...to accuse his son
before all the world!
It was...
...terrifying and wonderful to watch.
And now...
...the madness began in me.
The madness of a man
splitting in half.
Through my influence, I saw to it...
... Don Giovanni was played
only five times in Vienna.
But, in secret,
I went to every one of those five.
Worshiping sound
I alone seemed to hear.
And as I stood there,
understanding how...
...that bitter old man was
still possessing his poor son...
... even from beyond the grave...
... I began to see a way...
... a terrible way...
...I could finally triumph...
...over God.
Herr Mozart?
I have come to commission
work from you.
- What work?
- A Mass for the dead.
What dead?
Who is dead?
A man who deserved a Requiem Mass
and never got one.
- Who are you?
- I am only a messenger.
Do you accept?
You will be well paid.
Do you accept?
Work fast.
And be sure tell no one what you do.
You will see me again soon.
Wolfie?
My plan was so simple...
...that it terrified me.
First, I must get the death Mass,
and then...
...I must achieve his death.
What?
His funeral!
Imagine it!
The cathedral,
all Vienna sitting there.
His coffin.
Mozart's little coffin in the middle.
And then...
...in that silence...
...music.
A divine music...
...bursts out over them all.
A great Mass of death.
Requiem Mass for Wolfgang Mozart.
Composed by his devoted friend...
...Antonio Salieri.
What sublimity!
What depth!
What passion in the music!
Salieri has been touched
by God at last...
...and God forced to listen!
Powerless to stop it!
I, for once, in the end,
laughing at him!
The only thing that worried me
was the actual killing.
How does one do that?
How does one kill a man?
It's one thing...
...to dream about it.
Very different when you...
When you have to do it...
...with your own hands.
Come in!
I've come to dinner
Dinner! Are you mad?
I'm a nobleman!
I only ever dine
with people of my own height!
Stop it!
Be careful
Be careful
Hold tight
I'm a famous...
... horseman
And we're a famous horsy
Give me a hoof, my darling
And I'll give you my heart
Take me to your stable
And never more we'll part
Kill me
Kill me
We're going to make a soprano stew
We're going to make a soprano stew
And when you make a soprano stew
Shut up!
I'm sick to death of that tune!
Give me some hay, my darling
And I'll give you my heart
Leporello! Some hay!
We hope...
... you're contented
With what...
... we've presented
And love our dove of peace
- What did you think?
- It was wonderful!
- He liked the little people.
- It's all in good fun.
I liked the horse.
I tell you, if you played
Don Giovanni here...
...you would've had
a wonderful success.
You belong here.
Not at the snobby court.
You could do anything you like.
The more fantastic, the better.
That's what people want: Fantasy.
You write a proper part for me...
...a couple of catchy songs...
...I guarantee you a triumph deluxe!
- What do you say?
- How much will you pay him?
Well! I see you brought
your manager with you.
Well, madame...
...how about half the receipts?
Half the receipts!
- Stanzi!
- I'm talking about now.
How much will you pay him now?
Down payment.
Down payment?
Who do you think I am, the emperor?
I have to go.
Stay here, you'll enjoy this next one.
You won't do this.
- Why not? Half the house!
- When?
We need money now! He pays
you now, or you don't do it.
I don't trust that man.
I don't like what he did
with your opera. It was common.
You liked it. Monkey,