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are formidable...

and a perfect team.

Sing for me, castrato...

just once more.

Better ask your husband

or your lover for that, madame.

The Venice contract.

The Bologna contract.

Carlo, we're invited

to Vienna!

For you.

Handel!

What does he want?

What does he want now?

He's coming to Dresden

to hear me.

Oh, really?

He won't hear you.

We're not going!

This one's from Porpora.

Carlo, what's wrong?

Carlo?

My voice.

It's gone!

That's impossible!

It's gone!

Carlo!

Stop!

Don't just stand there!

Put the wood on the fire.

Quickly! In the fireplace.

These people

don't understand anything!

Faster!

Hurry up!

Carlo, eat.

You have to eat.

You have a fever.

Tell me about it again.

Don't start again.

It does you no good.

That nightmare

keeps coming back.

It haunts me, Riccardo.

It's like an endless race.

I never fall off.

If I could just dream

that I fall off.

Help me.

I've already told you

a hundred times.

Tell me again.

When our father died...

you became very ill.

One day the fever

was so high...

you were delirious.

You went to get Helios.

That horse was a demon.

Something occurred

between you two.

He always led you

toward danger.

Off you went

on that terrifying ride.

I got there too late.

You had already

fallen off.

Carlo.

Carlo.

We did all we could

to save your life.

To save my life.

To save your life!

A little opium.

Yes, some opium,

and I'll sleep.

Opium makes you delirious.

We have to go to Dresden.

We will.

Handel wants to see us?

Handel wants to hear us sing?

We'll go to Dresden.

We'll show him...

what the Broschi brothers

can do!

If I could sing Orpheus--

That's impossible, Carlo.

It won't be ready yet.

You know that very well.

You know it.

You'll never finish it.

I'll never sing it.

Will you speak to me today

without a middleman?

What grandeur!

What poise.

Seeing you like this,

I understand your irresistible rise.

It's been a long time

since I heard you sing.

As the King of England's

envoy, I had to--

Am I distracting you?

His Majesty will do anything

to have you at Covent Garden.

He has a passion

for singers...

and snuff boxes.

To be brief...

the King wants to add you

to his collection.

At any price.

And you, Maestro,

do you need me?

They say your voice

is exceptional.

If you manage to arouse

the slightest emotion in me...

with this awful

jumble of notes...

then you're

the world's greatest singer.

You still have

to prove to me...

that you're more

than a singing machine.

Give me what none of your kind

has ever managed to give me.

And to answer your question...

I need nobody, Farinelli,

nobody.

You're sweating.

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