I, Don Giovanni Page #2

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Money comes and goes.

It doesn't give life,

it helps make it bearable.

But I didn't summon you here

for the money.

Listen to me.

Come with me, look...

I'm old, worn out and sick.

I don't have much time left.

I'll depart this world

without leaving anything...

to ennoble a life

wasted between gaming tables

and moneylenders.

With one exception...

She's my only daughter.

Her mother died in childbirth.

I love her more than anything else.

- Beatrice!

- No.

Not Beatrice.

Annetta.

Annetta!

Swear to me

that you'll look after her

when I'm dead.

I swear.

I cannot.

I'm unworthy of your trust.

Stop!

Lorenzo Da Ponte.

You are under arrest in the name

of the Holy Inquisition.

The tribunal of the Holy Inquisition

finds you guilty of conspiring

against Church and State.

For violating the oath

to observe the rules that bind you

to Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

For licentiousness,

forbidden affiliation

to a Masonic fraternity,

blasphemy,

sacrilege

and public concubinage.

And as an example and warning

to the whole population...

we condemn you...

to fifteen years in exile

and to banishment...

from the Republic of Venice.

Splendid!

You had a narrow escape.

Come on, a mouthful for each year.

With your talent,

you'll easily find work in Vienna.

Besides, it's a beautiful city

full of people open to new ideas.

We're respected there.

It's a letter to Antonio Salieri,

composer to the emperor's court.

He'll help you.

Just introduce yourself to him

with my recommendations.

You don't know how grateful

I am to you, Maestro.

Your wise teachings have guided

me over the years.

And now I'll never be able

to repay you for saving my life.

Oh my God!

Look!

Stop.

Don Giovanni!

This Don Giovanni

was doomed to failure.

Quite right

when they ill-treated a character

worthy of loftier consideration.

- Well, sir?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Lorenzo Da Ponte.

Pleased to meet you,

brother Lorenzo.

I'm Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

- Odd. I thought I knew everyone.

- Actually, I've just arrived.

I was going to the Court theatre

but your music attracted me.

- Are you a musician?

- No, a writer and poet.

I'm looking for a fellow countryman:

Antonio Salieri. He's a musician.

Yes... the great Antonio Salieri!

The great Italian family.

I'm pleased, you're in good hands.

Salieri enjoys

the favour of those in power.

Brother Lorenzo...

welcome to Vienna

and good luck.

A titbit of a lover

All of a sudden found

To discover that he's mad

Weighs heavy on the heart

Weighs heavy on the heart

I don't want a critical,

sober lover who'll bore me

But critical and a madman

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