those meticulous ink strokes. . .
. . .at an absolute beauty.
It's not good?
It's miraculous!
He's very proud of his work.
You will help us?
From now on we are enemies. . .
. . .You and l.
Because You choose
for your instrumebt, a boastful...
...lustful, smutty, infantile boy...
...and give me for reward
only the ability...
... to recognize the incarnation.
Because You are unjust...
...unfair...
...unkind...
...l will block You.
I swear it.
I will hinder and harm
Your creature ob earth...
...as far as I am able.
I will ruin. . .
. . .Your incarnation.
You're thin.
Doesn't that wife of yours feed you?
Feed! Of course she feeds me.
She stuffs me like a goose, all day!
Is she not here?
No, she had to help her mother.
She's like that.
Her mother's a very sweet woman.
I didn't know you were home.
My father.
We'll wait.
Why don't you get up now?
She's very tired, poor creature.
You know me.
I'm such a pig.
It's not easy cleaning up after me.
No maid?
No.
We could if we wanted. . .
. . .but Stanzi wouldn't hear of it.
She insists on doing everything.
How is your. . .
. . .financial situation?
Couldn't be better.
That's not what I hear.
What do you mean?
It's wonderful.
Really, it's marvelous!
People love me here.
They say you have debts.
Who?
Who says that?
A malicious lie!
You have pupils?
I don't want pupils!
They get in the way.
I have to have time for composition.
Composition doesn't pay.
-You know that.
-That one will.
What's that?
It's a secret.
You don't have secrets from me.
No! No!
Please! I don't want you to see it.
I don't want anyone to.
But you'll be so proud of me, Papa.
It's going to be the best thing
that I've ever done.
There she is!
Look at her!
Isn't she beautiful?
Confess it.
-Could you want a prettier daughter?
-Stop it, Wolfie!
I look dreadful.
Are you expecting?
-Yes, I am.
-Isn't it marvelous?
We're delighted.
May I offer you some tea?
Who wants tea?
Let's go out!
This calls for a feast.
You don't want tea, do you?
I know!
Let's go dancing.
Papa loves parties, don't you?
How can you be so boring?
Tea!
I name the penalty!
And the penalty is. . . .
Give her a good one!
Show your legs!
Come on, come on!
It's just a game.
Herr Mozart!
Name your son's penalty!
Yes, Papa.
Name it.
I'll do anything you say.
Anything.
I want you to come back
to Salzburg with me, my son.
You can only give a penalty
that can be performed in the room!
I'm tired of this game.
But my penalty!
I've got to have a penalty!
I name a penalty!
The penalty is. . .
. . .you can play our little tune in the
manner of Johann Sebastian Bach!
Turn him over!
Now you play it backwards!
Another one!
Give me another one!
Play like Gluck!
Boring!
-Another!
-Handel!
I don't like him!
Another one!
Salieri.
A challenge!
That is a challenge.
Please! Please!
Go on!
Mock me! Laugh!
That was not Mozart laughing, Father.
That was God.
That was God laughing at me
through that obscene giggle.
Go on, Signore, laugh.
Show my mediocrity for all to see.
One day I will laugh at you.
Before I leave this earth. . .
. . .I will laugh at you.
There's a young girl here to see you.
What's she want?
She won't talk to me.
She says she has to speak to you.
Are you Herr Mozart?
That's right.
My name is Lorl, sir.
I'm a maidservant.
I was asked to come here
and offer my services to you.
They'll be paid for. . .
. . .by a great admirer of yours
who wishes to remain. . .
. . .anonymous.
Is this your idea, Papa?
Mine?
Are you playing a trick on me?
I've never seen her.
This a joke?
Not at all!
Young woman, this won't do.
My son can't possibly accept. . .
. . .such an offer,
no matter how generous. . .
. . .unless he knows who's behind it.
-I really can't tell you that, sir.
-This is ridiculous!
What is ridiculous?
Wolfie has many admirers in Vienna.
They love him here.
People send us gifts all the time.
But you