Well, we can. - So let me see it. Where is it? Here. It's all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling. Scribbling and bibbling. Bibbling and scribbling. - Like a drink? - Look, you little cunt! Do you know how many people I've hired? - Leave him alone! - I'm paying them! - He's doing his best. - Paying them to wait. It's ridiculous! You know what's ridiculous? Your libretto! Only an idiot would ask him to work on that! Twelve-foot snakes, magic flutes? What's so intelligent about a Requiem? Money. Money. You're mad. She's mad. - Oh, yes? - Wolfie, write it down. Just write it down. On paper. It's no use to anybody in your head. To hell with your death Mass! Calm yourself. What's the matter with you? - I won't work there anymore. - What happened? You don't know what it's like. "Herr Mozart" frightens me. He drinks all day... ...then takes all that medicine and it makes him worse. Is he working? Oh, I am frightened, sir, really! - When he speaks, he makes no sense. - Is he working? I suppose so. He sits there all the time, doing some silly opera. - Opera? - Don't ask me to go back again. I'm frightened. I'm very, very frightened! Are you sure it's an opera? I don't have it yet. Are you neglecting my request? No. No, I... I promise you... ...I'll give you a wonderful piece, the best I ever... This is my wife, Stanzi. I've been sick, but I'm all right now, aren't I? Yes, sir. He's all right. And he's working on it very hard. Give me two more weeks. Please. The sooner you finish, the greater your reward. Work. Wolfie. I think you really are going mad. You slave for that idiot actor who won't give you a penny! And here, this is not a ghost! This is a real man, who puts down real money. Why on earth won't you finish it? Can you give me one reason I can understand? It's killing me. You're drunk, aren't you? Be honest, tell me. You've been drinking. It's not fair. I worry about you all the time. I do everything I can to help you. And all you do is drink and talk nonsense, and frighten me. Go back to bed! Please. Let me... Let me sit here. Let me stay here with you. I did it. And I was proud to do it. "Leave!" I said. "Right away. Take the child with you!" "Go to the spa and get your health back." I was shocked. Shocked to my foundation when I saw her. I couldn't believe my eyes, poor little thing. You monster! No one exists but you, do they? You and your music. I warned her. "Choose a man, not a baby", I said. "You marry him, you won't have a pot to piss in." You selfish thing! Selfish, that's what you are. Simply selfish! Do you hear me? Pick him up. Pick him up! Be careful. Come with me. You, follow me. - Is it over? - Yes, it's over. It's over. Go! Go, go. Go. Go! Go! Where is your wife? Where is your wife? She's not well either. She went to the spa. You are so good to me. Truly. Thank you. Please! No, I mean to come to my opera. You. You are the only colleague of mine who came. Mozart. I would never miss anything you had written. - It's just a vaudeville. - No, no! It's a sublime piece. The grandest "operone"! I tell you... ...you are the greatest composer known to me. Do you mean it? - It's him! - Who? The man. He's here. Tell him to go away. Tell him I'm still working on it. Don't let him in. No, no. Wait! Ask him if he would give me some money now. Tell him if he would, it will help me to finish it. - Salieri? - Yes. - Can we come in? - Better not. He's sleeping. - He's all right, though? - Yes, he's just exhausted. He became dizzy, that's all. - Well, tell him we came by, won't you? - Of course. Give him this. That's his share. - That should cheer him up. - Indeed! And now, good night to you all. It was... ...perfection, truly. Thank you. What happened? He said to give you this. And if you finish by tomorrow night... ...he will pay you another hundred ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Кошка, которая гуляла сама по себе на английском - текст Майами Блюз на английском - текст Перегон на английском - текст Пила II на английском - текст Флаббер на английском |