Majesty.
{y:i}"Bello, bello, bello."
Come on now, be honest!
You'd rather listen to your hairdresser
than Hercules, Horatius or Orpheus.
People so lofty, they sound
as if they shit marble!
What!
Govern your tongue, Mozart!
How dare you!
Forgive me, Majesty.
I'm a vulgar man...
...but I assure you, my music is not.
You are passionate, Mozart...
...but you do not persuade.
Sire, the whole opera is finished.
Do you know how much work
went into it?
His Majesty has been
more than patient, "Signore".
How can I persuade if I can't show it?
That will do, "Herr Mozart".
Just let me tell you how it begins.
May I just do that, Majesty?
Show you how it begins? Just that?
Please.
Look...
There's a servant on his knees.
Do you know why?
Not from oppression.
He's measuring a space.
Do you know what for?
His bed. His wedding bed.
To see if it will fit!
Late.
Late!
On the beat.
Good!
Yes!
Early!
Well, Mozart is already rehearsing.
In that case, gentlemen, I think...
I think we should help
Mozart all we can.
And protect him against
the emperor's anger.
What anger?
About the ballet.
What ballet?
Excuse me...
...but didn't His Majesty specifically
forbid the ballet in his opera?
{y:i}- Herr Mozart!
- Yes?
- A word with you.
- Certainly, "Herr Direktor".
Now, "Herr Mozart"!
Five minutes, please.
Five minutes!
Yes?
Do you not know that His Majesty has
expressly forbidden ballet in operas?
- It's not a ballet, it's a dance.
- Exactly. A dance.
Surely, His Majesty didn't mean
no dancing when it's in the story.
It's dangerous to interpret his
edicts. Give me your score, please.
Thank you.
What are you doing, "Herr Direktor"?
Taking out what you should
never have put in.
Please. Please!
I have no one else to turn to.
- What is it?
- It's unbelievable.
The "direktor" has torn up
a huge section of my music.
They say I have to rewrite the opera.
But it's perfect as it is.
I can't...
...rewrite what's perfect.
Please.
Can't you talk to him?
Please.
Why bother?
He's no friend of yours.
I could kill him!
I mean, really! Kill him!
I threw the entire score into
the fire, he made me so angry.
- You burned the score?
- No, my wife took it out in time.
Thank God.
It's unfair that a man like that
should have power over our work!
But there are those
who have power over him.
I think I'll take this up
with the emperor.
Excellency...
...would you?
With all my heart, Mozart.
Thank you.
Please, "Herr Mozart".
"Please, it's not a holy relic."
I don't need to tell you I said
nothing, whatever, to the emperor.
I went to the theater to tell
Mozart something, anything...
{y:i}... when suddenly,
{y:i}in the middle of the third act...
{y:i}... to my astonishment, the emperor...
{y:i}... who never attended rehearsals,
{y:i}suddenly appeared.
What is this?
I don't understand.
Is it modern?
Majesty...
...the "Herr Direktor"...
...he has removed "un balletto"...
...that would have occurred
at this place.
Why?
It is your regulation, sire.
No ballet in your opera.
Salieri.
Do you like this?
It's not a question
of liking, Majesty.
Your own law decrees it, I'm afraid.
Well, look at them!
No! This is nonsense!
- Let me see the scene with the music.
- But, sire!
Oblige me!
Yes, Majesty.
Can we see the scene
with the music, please?
Certainly! Certainly, "Herr Direktor"!
Bring the palace set back in, please.
The restored third act...
...was bold, brilliant.
The fourth...
...was astounding.
{y:i}I saw a woman...
{y:i}... disguised in her maid's clothes
{y:i}hear her husband speak the first...
{y:i}... tender words he has
{y:i}offered her in years.
{y:i}Simply because he thinks
{y:i}she is someone else.
{y:i}I heard the music of true forgiveness
{y:i}filling the theater...
{y:i}... conferring on all who sat there,
{y:i}perfect absolution.
{y:i}God was singing through
{y:i}this little man...
{y:i}... to all the world.
{y:i}Unstoppable.
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