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VALET:
No one, sir. He'll be all right.
Poor man. He's a little unhappy, you
know.
He makes a sign indicating 'crazy,' and goes back inside the
house. The onlookers keep staring.
CUT TO:
INT. LANDING OUTSIDE OLD SALIERI'S SALON - NIGHT
The Cook is standing holding the candlestick in one hand,
the dish of cakes in the other. The Valet arrives, panting.
VALET:
Did he open?
The Cook, scared, shakes his head: no. The Valet again knocks
on the door.
VALET:
Here I am, Signore. Now open the
door.
He eats the sugared cake in his hand, elaborately and noisily.
VALET:
Mmmm - this is good! This is the
most delicious thing I ever ate,
believe me! Signore, you don't know
what you're missing! Mmmm!
We hear a thump from inside the bedroom.
VALET:
Now that's enough, Signore! Open!
We hear a terrible, throaty groaning.
VALET:
If you don't open this door, we're
going to eat everything. There'll be
nothing left for you. And I'm not
going to bring you anything more.
He looks down. From under the door we see a trickle of blood
flowing. In horror, the two men stare at it. The dish of
cakes falls from the Cook's hand and shatters.
He sets the candlestick down on the floor. Both servants run
at the door frantically - once, twice, three times - and the
frail lock gives. The door flies open.
Immediately, the stormy, frenzied opening of Mozart's Symphony
No. 25 (the Little G Minor) begins. We see what the servants
see.
INT. OLD SALIERI'S SALON - NIGHT
Old Salieri lies on the floor in a pool of blood, an open
razor in his hand. He has cut his throat but is still alive.
He gestures at them. They run to him. Barely, we glimpse the
room - an old chair, old tables piled with books, a forte-
piano, a chamber-pot on the floor - as the Valet and the
Cook struggle to lift their old Master, and bind his bleeding
throat with a napkin.
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