Farinelli Page #4

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Do you remember the opera...

that your brother promised you

when you were boys?

Do you remember, Farinelli,

with what emotion he spoke of it?

Did you ever ask yourself...

whether it was to soothe

the pain of your castration...

or to still

his howling conscience?

It's time you faced the truth...

that has haunted you

since childhood.

Why do you refuse to hear

what you've known all along?

It's to this brother

who had you castrated...

that you dedicated

all your talent.

And to perpetuate

this brotherly pact...

you spat in the face of Handel.

You managed to turn me

into what you've always been.

You castrated...

my imagination.

Starting now, I'll never compose

another opera again. Never again!

You are the first to know...

and the only one to blame.

Ask God for the strength

to continue...

and to sing, without wavering,

the music you stole from me...

Farinelli.

Come on!

Carlo! Come outside!

Let's see you, Carlo!

You've no right to reject me!

I've looked for you for three years!

Come out!

I've looked for you everywhere!

Carlo!

Carlo!

Answer me!

You're a Broschi, Carlo,

just like me!

You can't have forgotten.

That's impossible!

Carlo, come on!

Our opera!

I've finished it!

Carlo, I've finished it!

I composed it for you!

Orpheus!

Orpheus!

Here it is!

Come on, Carlo!

Carlo, come out!

Do something.

I know you're there,

Alexandra!

Don't take him away from me!

Don't take him away from me!

Do you want to kill me?

Is that what you want?

Without me, you'd be nothing.

I created you.

Farinelli!

I created you!

Castrato!

Castrato!

Castrato!

Carlo, please!

He'll go crazy!

Tell him you love him.

Go ahead. Go.

I can't.

Your brother needs you,

and so do I.

I need you, too.

Do you hear me?

I sacrificed everything

for this love.

I know it's senseless...

but I love you.

I don't want to lose you.

I don't want to lose you.

Three years, Carlo!

Three years!

I knew it was you.

It's very beautiful.

Really?

You really think so?

It's your most beautiful composition!

It's what I always waited for.

We could work on it together.

Perform Orpheus

here in Madrid.

Everyone will love it

if you sing it.

Your brother no longer sings,

Riccardo...

except for the King.

And maybe for you?

It's strange.

There's something in your face

when you suffer...

that's poignantly reminiscent

of your brother.

That must be why

I can't really hate you.

Do you know how much I've suffered,

writing our opera?

You're telling me

about suffering, Riccardo? You?

Can't you see, I'm asking

for your forgiveness?

Haven't I atoned for enough?

I don't think so.

Never enough!

Is the earth simply a tomb?

Bring back the sun, Farinelli.

Riccardo!

Riccardo!

My beloved brother.

It is without much hope

that I'll search in distant lands...

amidst the clashes of war...

for emotions as intense...

as those I derived from music.

At this moment, Carlo...

with my heart heavy

from leaving you...

I'm giving you back

what I had taken from you.

Your share of humanity.

I've burned our opera.

That music and the past...

are irrelevant today.

But what I am leaving

with you, Carlo...

is that not also...

our joint creation?

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