Do you want to rest a bit?
No,I'm not tired at all.
We'll stop for a moment.
- Then we'll finish the "Lacrimosa". - I can keep going. I assure you.
Will you stay with me while I sleep a little?
I'm not leaving you.
I'm so ashamed.
Of what?
I was foolish.
I thought you did not care for my work,or me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
What are you doing here?
Your husband took sick.
I brought him home.
Why you?
Because,madame,I was at hand.
Well,thank you very much. You can go now.
He needs me,ma'am.
No,he doesn't.
And I don't want you here. Just go,please.
- He asked me to stay. - And I'm ask...
I'm back.
I missed you so much.
If you'd just...
...show me that you need me.
And I'll try to do better too.
What is this?
No,Wolfie,not this. Not this.
You're not to work on this ever again.
I've decided.
This is not his handwriting.
It's mine.
I was assisting him.
He's not to work on this anymore.
- It's making him ill. - But...
Good night.
I regret we have no servants to show you out,"Herr Salieri".
Please respect my wish and go.
Madame...
...I will respect his.
Your merciful God.
He destroyed his own beloved,rather than let a mediocrity...
...share in the smallest part of his glory.
He killed Mozart.
And kept me alive to torture.
Thirty-two years of torture.
Thirty-two years of slowly watching myself become extinct.
My music...
...growing fainter.
All the time fainter...
...till no one plays it at all.
And his...
Good morning,professor. Time for the water closet.
Then we have your favorite breakfast. Sugar rolls. He loves those.
Fresh sugar rolls.
I will speak for you,Father.
I speak for all mediocrities in the world.
I am their champion.
I am their patron saint.
Mediocrities everywhere...
...I absolve you.
I absolve you.
I absolve you.
I absolve you.
I absolve you all.Mozart!
Mozart!
Forgive your assassin!
I confess, I killed you!
Si, I killed you, Mozart.
Mozart, piet!
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