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my hear! is sore...

Is there anyone here?

How cold it is here.

Cold.

Why are all these things

scattered here?

I don't understand.

Who did this?

This is his herbal tea.

L!'s your flask. Doctor.

I have Io go.

I have Io go.

Now you may enter. No pushing!

Behave in an orderly manner!

Come on.

I'll help you.

There's someone here.

The clock has stopped.

The hands have fallen down.

L!'s draughty in here.

You're cold.

I have Io go.

Those cats again.

I hate cats.

I don' wa nt tn...

I don' wa nt tn...

Where are my things? What is this?

A straitjacket.

God help me... Gnd save me.

I don' wa nt tn...

- Well, finally!

- I don't want to.

- What ls this?!

- Your armour.

What are you doing"

- Where did you get such strength?

- I want to save you.

It's the best armour I have!

A good man needs good armour!

I'm not good! Don't touch me!

I cannot stand violence!

Come to me!

One step and then you're free!

- Where to?

- Forward, march!

Your loitering draws Death closer!

Not every murderer

is forgiven his guilt.

I! has to be earned.

What sense ls there In fleeing?

I must stay.

You must live.

We're people destined for great things.

I wish that I had never been born.

It would be best not to be born

at all, my friend!

Much better than finally to dle,

fortunate as that might seem.

- What do you mean?

- Finally you're awake!

Then go saddle up!

I'm a poor horseman.

But a good man.

Where are you going?

Where, where? There.

You'll like it there. I know it.

- I'm dizzy.

- It's ever the same...

...man wants to fly, yet he ca n't

cope with dizziness.

...Man wa nts to fly, yet he ca n't

cope with dizziness.

You're a man. A soldier.

What? What am I?

In the end. you are what you are.

I don't recognise anything here.

The forester's house was here.

And over Ihere, the mill.

The mill? I!'s gone.

What do you mean, gone?

- Very simple.

- But the mill can't just...

I don't understand.

Armour becomes you.

Very noble, powerful.

It befits your name: Heinrich.

Which means...

..."mighty wall."

Or just Heinrich the Mighty.

What about your name, Mauricius?

What does it mean?

- The dark one.

- It's a rare name.

Yes, it's a martyr's name.

And a publisher's.

Come! Send the horses home!

They'll find their way!

It is getting tight here!

Why do we have do go through there?

This is the stairway ta heaven.

But It might lead us

in an entirely different direction.

Why have you stopped?

What are you mourning?

I'll show you something better.

Here I stand:
I cannot do otherwise.

So help me God!

Be careful with my beautiful armour!

Don't scratch it!

It's borrowed.

- From whom?

- How inquisitive you are!

Must be our theatre director.

And now I'm supposed to amuse

the world like a fool?

You can amuse only me.

There is no one else here.

- Where are we?

- Far away and high up!

Very, very high up!

It's so easy to breathe here!

I should think so.

- What Is this here?

- Nothing.

- We're not alone here.

- Who could be haunting this place?

Maybe the Greeks?

I have some here.

Move!

- I have to get through, ton!

- Thank you! I can see...

...you're slowly recovering.

I've had enough of this masquerade.

It's a pity, but alright.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

- The greaves, please.

- I'm no! your servant.

- Not a servant. Atypical human being!

- I'm going ahead.

- Where to?

- To the left.

Damned bootsl

Tell me now, where are we?

I told you:

far away and very high up.

- And what ls this here?

- Nothing.

Go look for yourself.

I know...

...you hope to discover

the all in my nothingness.

Let the living go on hoping.

We were forgotten here.

- We are forsaken.

- What are you doing here?

It's your old acquaintance!

- Thank you.

- Let me go!

What do you want frnm me?

Let go of my ha nd!

Help!

- Stay here with us.

- I wa nt to leave!

I! is freezing here.

Take charge of us.

- Vou're so warm.

- Lead us into battle.

The war is over.

I have In save you once again.

I don't understand

what they see in you!

Without armour

you're not a general!

- Thls way?

- Yes. this way.

Let me go first!

What did he thank me for?

Death, of course.

Because Ilfe was even harder

for him than death.

I don't understand.

What's there to understand?

Eternal poverty.

Dependency on his mother.

And on his sister's whims.

He was a proud man...

...and all that wounded him.

What A pity...

...that you didn't kill him in battle.

Tha! would have been nobler.

Never mind.

One must know how

to laugh off such things.

What will become of the girl?

She might he imprisoned.

But are we going to save Ma rga rete?

If the old hag wakes up.

we won'! have In save her.

- Are we going to save Margarete?

- of course not.

In any case...

..we'd flrst have to ask her whether

she wa nts to be saved by us.

L!'s different with you.

We are partners.

We have a contract.

So that's how it is.

Where is tha! smoke coming from?

Wait!

I did everything I promised to do.

- But you...

- It's not enough for me.

- I'm worth more.

- What else do you want?

Another sun? Another homunculus?

Two, perhaps!

L!'s not enough for mel

- What a spectacle!

- It's a fantasy.

No! You're lying!

This isn't a fantasy!

- How does It work?

- My fountain isn't so harmless.

It's hot!

- Are you happy now?

- How does it work?

I don't need to know.

The Lord Gnd knows.

Come on now. It's dangerous here.

God doesn't know.

Bu! I do.

The heat rises upwards...

...the cold sinks towards the interior..

...Of the earth.

- Yes. very interesting.

I could recreate this in a snap.

Come on! We're leaving!

No! I'm staying!

He wants to recreate my fountain.

You want to achieve glory?

The deed is everything. not the glory.

Let me see your deed at last!

Friends don't treat each other this way!

- It really hurts!

- Crying is good fur one.

Even someone Ilke you

must suffer at some point.

What do you know about suffering?

What can be so special

about your suffering?

Soon you'll know for yourself.

Eternal solitude,

and no hope of salvation.

Quiet! Enough!

I already know everything

about you.

You're only disturbing me.

Quiet now!

Pointless hole!

I decide everything here!

It is not yours to decide anything here.

Walt! You can stay longer

if you wish.

Even without a soul.

Leave me alone.

I don' need you anymore!

What is it you want?

Why did you show me those madmen...

...who even In the sleep of death cannot

forget their war?

What have you given me?

Not even money for my ring!

Power, influence...

...one can only seize

such goods oneself!

Nature and spirit...

...that is all one needs...

...to create here, on this free land,

a free people.

But. seriously now, I have a contract.

A contract?

You signed it!

I have to concentrate!

Leave me alone.

Wait! The soul! Your soul.

- I'm entitled to It.

- The soul?

You signed the contract

with your blood!

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Judgement Day.

No! What are you doing?

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