I mean, watching Italian opera,
all those male sopranos screeching...
...stupid, fat couples rolling their eyes
about. That's not love. It's just rubbish!
Majesty, you choose the language.
It will be my task to set it to the finest
music ever offered a monarch.
Well, there it is.
Let it be German.
This is yours.
Keep it, Majesty, if you want.
It's already here in my head.
What?
On one hearing only?
I think so, Sire. Yes.
Show us.
The rest is just the same, isn't it?
That doesn't really work, does it?
Did you try...?
Shouldn’t it be a bit more...?
Or this?
This. Yes.
Better? What do you think?
Grazie, Signore.
All I ever wanted
was to sing to God.
He gave me that longing...
...and then made me mute. Why?
Tell me that.
If he didn't want me
to praise him with music...
...why implant the desire...
...like a lust in my body?
And then deny me the talent?
Madame Cavalieri is here
for her lesson, sir.
Maestro.
Well...?
How do you like it?
It's Turkish.
My hairdresser says that everything
this year's going to be Turkish.
Does he?
What else did he tell you today?
Come, come!
Give me some gossip.
Well, I heard you met Herr Mozart.
News travels fast in Vienna.
And he's been commissioned
to write an opera. Is it true?
-Yes.
-Is there a part in it for me?
-No.
-How do you know?
-Do you know where it's set, my dear?
-Where?
In a harem.
-What's that?
-A brothel.
Come.
Let's begin.
-What does he look like?
-Mozart?
-You might be disappointed.
-Why?
Looks and talent don't always
go together, Katerina.
Looks don't concern me, maestro.
Only talent interests
a woman of taste.
Shall we continue?
There she was.
I don't know where they met or how.
There she stood!
On stage, for all to see.
Showing off like
the greedy songbird she was.
Ten minutes of ghastly scales.
Arpeggios!
Whizzing up and down
like fireworks at a fairground.
Understand, I was
in love with the girl.
Or at least in lust.
But I swear to you,
I never laid a finger on her.
All the same, I couldn’t bear
to think of anyone else touching her.
Least of all, "the creature".
Brava, madame!
You are an ornament to our stage.
Your Majesty.
Well, Herr Mozart.
A good effort.
Well, decidedly that.
An excellent effort!
You have shown us something...
...quite new tonight.
-It is new.
-It is, isn't it, Sire?
-Yes, indeed.
So then, you liked it?
You really liked it, Sire?
Well, of course I did!
It's very good!
Of course, now and then,
just now and then...
...it seemed a touch...
What do you mean, Sire?
Well, I mean, occasionally,
it seems to have...
How shall one say...?
How shall one say, direktor?
-Too many notes, Majesty?
-Exactly. Very well put.
-Too many notes.
-I don't understand.
There are just as many notes, Majesty,
as I required, neither more nor less.
My dear fellow, there are in fact...
...only so many notes the ear can hear
in the course of an evening.
I think I'm right in saying that,
aren't I, Court Composer?
Yes. On the whole, yes, Majesty.
This is absurd!
My dear young man,
don't take it too hard.
Your work is ingenious.
It's quality work.
And there are simply
too many notes.
That's all. Just cut a few
and it'll be perfect.
Which few did you have
in mind, Majesty?
Wolfgang!
Wolfgang, my dear!
Wolfgang!
-Majesty, this is Frau Weber.
She's my landlady.
-Enchanted, madame.
-Sire, such an honour!
This is my dear daughter, Constanze.
-She's the fiance of Herr Mozart.
-Really?
How charming.
Please.
Well...
...when do you marry?
Well, we haven't exactly received
my father's consent yet.
Not entirely.
Not altogether.
-Excuse me, but how old are you?
-26.
My advice is for you to marry
this charming young lady...
...and stay with us in Vienna.
-You see? You see?
I told him that, Your Majesty,
but he won't listen to me.
Your Majesty,
you give such wonderful...
...such royal advice.
May I...?
Well, there it is.
Wolfie, will you get