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Amadeus1 INT. STAIRCASE OUTSIDE OLD SALIERIS SALON - NIGHT - 1823 1Total darkness. We hear an old mans voice, distinct and in distress. It is OLDSALIERI. He uses a mixture of English and occasionally Italian.OLD SALIERIMozart! Mozart! Mozart. Forgive me! Forgive your assassin!Mozart!A faint
The boy falls forward on his knees. So do his parents and the other members of
the congregation. He stares up at Christ who stares back at him.
OLD SALIERI
(V.O.)
Whilst my father prayed earnestly to God to protect commerce, I
would offer up secretly the proudest prayer a boy could think of.
襆ord, make me a great composer! Let me celebrate your glory
through music - and be celebrated myself! Make me famous
through the world, dear God! Make me immortal! After I die let
people speak my name forever with love for what I wrote! In re-
turn I vow I will give you my chastity - my industry, my deepest
humility, every hour of my life. And I will help my fellow man
all I can. Amen and amen!
The music swells to a crescendo. The candles flare. We see the Christ through the
flames looking at the boy benignly.
OLD SALIERI
(V.O.)
And do you know what happened? A miracle!
19A INT. DINING ROOM IN THE SALIERI HOUSE - DAY - 1780's 19A
CU, a large cooked fish on a thick china plate. Camera pulls back to show the
Salieri family at dinner. Father Salieri sits at the head of the table, a napkin tucked
into his chin. Mother Salieri is serving the fish into portions and handing them
round. Two maiden aunts are in attendance, wearing black, and of course the
young boy. Father Salieri receives his plate of fish and starts to eat greedily.
Suddenly there is a gasp - he starts to choke violently on a fish bone. All the
women get up and crowd around him, thumping and pummeling him, but it is in
vain. Father Salieri collapses.
20 INT. OLD SALIERI'S HOSPITAL ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON - 1823 20
OLD SALIERI
Suddenly he was dead. Just like that! And my life changed for-
ever. My mother said, 褿o. Study music if you really want to.
Off with you! And off I went as quick as I could and never saw
Italy again. Of course, I knew God had arranged it all; that was
obvious. One moment I was a frustrated boy in an obscure little
town. The next I was here, in Vienna, city of musicians, sixteen
years old and studying under Gluck! Gluck, Father. Do you
know who he was? The greatest composer of his time. And he
loved me! That was the wonder. He taught me everything he
knew. And when I was ready, introduced me personally to the
Emperor! Emperor Joseph - the musical king! Within a few
years I was his court composer. Wasn't that incredible? Imperial
Composer to His Majesty! Actually the man had no ear at all,
but what did it matter? He adored my music, that was enough.
Night after night I sat right next to the Emperor of Austria,
playing duets with him, correcting the royal sight-reading. Tell
me, if you had been me, wouldn't you have thought God had ac-
cepted your vow? And believe me, I honoured it. I was a model
of virtue. I kept my hands off women, worked hours every day
teaching students, many of them for free, sitting on endless
committees to help poor musicians - work and work and work,
that was all my life. And it was wonderful! Everybody liked me.
I liked myself. I was the most successful musician in Vienna.
And the happiest. Till he came. Mozart.
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21 INT. THE ARCHBISHOP OF SALZBURG'S RESIDENCE - 21
VIENNA - DAY - 1780's
A grand room crowded with guests. A small group of Gypsy musicians is playing
in the background. Thirteen members of the Archbishop's orchestra - all wind
players, complete with 18th-century wind instruments: elaborate-looking bassoons,
basset horns, etc. and wearing their employer's livery - are laying out music on
stands at one end of the room. At the other end is a large gilded chair, bearing the
arms of the ARCHBISHOP OF SALZBURG. A throng of people is standing,
talking, and preparing to sit upon the rows of waiting chairs to hear a concert.
OLD SALIERI
(V.O.)
One day he came to Vienna to play some of his music at the resi-
dence of his employer, the Prince-Archbishop of Salzburg.
Eagerly I went there to seek him out. That night changed my life.
We see Salieri, age thirty-one, a neat, carefully turned-cut man in decent bl
