Immortal Beloved Page #3

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He'd have us all in the arms

of Madame La Guillotine.

He travels in polite society

on his reputation as a virtuoso...

but flies into a fit if anyone...

even dares suggest

he sit at the keyboard.

Why will he no longer play?

Beethoven is a strange

and obstinate man.

He says it makes him

feel like a servant...

and he serves no masters.

But he takes the money.

You think because I did not stop you

that I am not listening.

A mistake is nothing.

But the fact that

you thump out the notes...

without the least sensitivity

to their meaning is unforgivable.

And your lack of passion

is unforgivable.

I shall have to beat you.

I am writing a new symphony.

It will cause a scandal

because of its subject.

- Tell me.

- Here. Take my arm.

They should make way for us,

not us for them!

Their days are over.

Your world is finished!

Oh, shut up!

When I was a boy, they would have

had you arrested for less.

But now they are scared

of what is happening in France.

- You know why wigs went out of fashion?

- Why?

Because too many ended up

in the bottom of baskets.

But I am a countess, too, Luigi.

They are scared.

Scared of Napoleon.

That is why Napoleon

is the subject of my symphony.

I have here

a proposal of marriage..

from a composer.

- Count Gallenberg.

- Oh.

You were thinking of Beethoven?

Julia, the gossip is everywhere.

- He also has proposed.

- Then there is no contest.

- You love Beethoven?

- Yes.

I cannot give my consent.

We are not wealthy, Julia.

He is a man without rank,

fortune or permanent engagement.

His character and temperament

are so peculiar that I doubt...

any would find happiness with him.

- He's a genius.

- Perhaps.

But in the last year he has not

played nor published a single note.

There are those who say there is

some infirmity that prevents him.

Untrue gossip! Lies!

Has he played for you?

We made a bargain. If I could

prove Luigi could still play...

Father would give his consent.

Obviously a fine countess.

Dear brother...

you are going up in the world.

Hand it over, you ignoramus.

As your secretary,

it is my solemn duty to read this.

"Beloved Luigi, my father

has recently taken delivery...

of a new pianoforte

from Broadwood in London.

It is of the latest design and is

the first of its kind in Vienna.

Tomorrow morning I will send away

the servants and we shall all be out.

I have done this so that you might try

this new invention undisturbed".

What is the meaning of this? What

kind of trick have you played on me?

Stop it, Luigi.

- Herr Beethoven, I beg you.

- Now I see.

- I see perfectly.

- We mean you no harm.

- A little test!

- Luigi, wait!

It is terrible to rob me

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