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ARCO:
Follow me, please. The Archbishop
would like a word.
MOZART:
Certainly!
He follows Arco out of the room, through a throng of admirers.
INT. ANOTHER PALACE CORRIDOR - DAY - 1780'S
Mozart and Arco walk side by side. They pass Salieri who is
staring at Mozart in fascination. As they disappear, he steals
toward the music stands, unable to help himself.
MOZART:
Well, I think that went off remarkably
well, don't you?
ARCO:
Indeed.
MOZART:
These Viennese certainly know good
music when they hear it.
ARCO:
His Grace is very angry with you.
MOZART:
What do you mean?
They arrive at the door of Colloredo's private apartment.
ARCO:
You are to come in here and ask his
pardon.
Arco opens the door.
INT. ARCHBISHOP'S PRIVATE ROOM - DAY - 1780'S
The Archbishop is sitting, chatting to quests. Among them
are several ladies. Arco approaches him obsequiously.
ARCO:
Your Grace.
COLLOREDO:
Ah, Mozart. Why?
MOZART:
Why what, sir?
COLLOREDO:
Why do I have to be humiliated in
front of my guests by one of my own
servants?
MOZART:
Humiliated?
COLLOREDO:
How much provocation am I to endure
from you? The more license I allow
you, the more you take.
The company watches this scene, deeply interested.
MOZART:
If His Grace is not satisfied with
me, he can dismiss me.
COLLOREDO:
I wish you to return immediately to
Salzburg. Your father is waiting for
you there patiently. I will speak to
you further when I come.
MOZART:
No, Your Grace! I mean with all
humility, no. I would rather you
dismissed me. It's obvious I don't
satisfy.
COLLOREDO:
Then try harder, Mozart. I have no
intention of dismissing you. You
will remain in my service and learn
your place. Go now.
He extends his hand to be kissed. Mozart does it with a
furious grace, then leaves the room. As he opens the door we
see:
INT. PALACE CORRIDOR - DAY - 1780'S
A group of people who have attended the concert, among them
Constanze, are standing outside the private apartment. At
sight of the composer they break into sustained applause.
Mozart is suddenly delighted. He throws the door wide open
so that the guests can see into the private apartment where
the Archbishop sits - and he can see them. Colloredo is
clearly discomfited by this reception of his employee. He
smiles and bows uneasily, as they include him in the small
ovation.
Mozart stands in the corridor, out of the Archbishop's line
of sight, bowing and giggling, and encouraging the applause
for the Archbishop with conducting gestures. Suddenly
irritated, Colloredo signs to Arco, who steps forward and
shuts the door, ending the applause.
INT. PALACE GRAND SALON - DAY - 1780'S
Salieri, in this vast room, is standing and looking at the
full score of the Serenade. He turns the pages back to the
slow movement. Instantly, we again hear its lyrical strains.
CU, Salieri, reading the score of the Adagio in helpless
fascination. The music is played against his description of
it.
OLD SALIERI (V.O.)
Extraordinary! On the page it looked
nothing. The beginning simple, almost
comic. Just a pulse - bassoons and
basset horns - like a rusty
squeezebox. Then suddenly - high
above it - an oboe, a single note,
hanging there unwavering, till a
clarinet took over and sweetened it
into a phrase of such delight! This
was no composition by a performing
monkey! This was a music I'd never
heard. Filled with such longing,
such unfulfillable longing, it had
me trembling. It seemed to me that I
Suddenly the music snaps off. Mozart stands before him as he
lays down the score.
MOZART:
Excuse me!
He takes the score, bows, and struts briskly out of the room.
Salieri stares uncomprehendingly after the jaunty little
figure.
OLD SALIERI (V.O.)
But why?
INT. OLD SALIERI'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT - 1823
OLD SALIERI:
Why? Would God choose an obscene
child to be His instrument? It was
not to be believed! This piece had
to be an accident. It had to be!
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