Shadow Of The Vampire Page #4

[Albin]|When did you become a vampire ?

I can't recall.

Where were you born--|were you born ?

I can't remember.

[ Laughing ]|It's not funny anymore.

Come on, Count Dracula|wouldn't say|he couldn't remember.

I read that book.|Murnau gave it to me.

Well, now this|is a golden opportunity.|Speaking as a vampire,

what do you make|of the book's|technical merits ?

It made me sad.

[Albin]|Why sad?

Because Dracula|had no servants.

I think you missed|the point of the book,|Count Orlock.

Dracula hasn't had servants|in 400 years,

and then a man|comes to his ancestral home,

and he must convince him|that he--

that he is like the man.

He has to feed him,

when he himself|hasn't eaten food|in centuries.

Can he even remember|how to buy bread ?

How to select|cheese and wine ?

And then he remembers|the rest of it.

How to prepare a meal,|how to make a bed.

He remembers|his first glory,

his armies,|his retainers,

and what|he is reduced to.

The loneliest part|of the book comes...

when the man accidentally...

sees Dracula|setting his table.

But if you're so lonely,

why don't you|make more vampires ?

I can't.

I'm too old.

Although,

I seem to remember|I was never able to.

Then how did you|become a vampire ?

- It was woman.|- Now we're getting|somewhere.

[ Snarls ]

Schreck,|the German theater...

needs you.

We were together|in the night,|and then she left me.

At first, I had a painting|of her in wood,

then I had a relief|of her in marble,

and then,|I had a picture of her...

in my mind.

But now, I no longer|even have that.

What was I saying ?

This Schnapps they make|in these parts.

I haven't tasted it in--

Take it easy there,|old boy.

Henrik, what an actor.

Yeah.

Dedication.

Herr Schreck.

Herr Doctor !

Herr Doctor !

You wanted reality,|Herr Doctor, here it is.

Well, I'm not a doctor,|but I have dabbled|in pharmaceuticals.

You're the new cameraman ?|Ja.

Paul is setting up|to shoot it now.|Good.

Art can never move|as fast as life, huh ?|Ah, sure it can.

So, what's the lens ?|It's 35 millimeters,|sir.

Not my ideal weapon of choice,|but I suppose it will do.

Are you loaded ?|Yes, sir.

Good, so am I. Move the camera|ten centimeters to the right,

and I'll contrive|a possible two-shot,|but wait for my signal.

[ Chattering ]

[ Yelling In German ]

Did you get the shot ?|Yes, sir.

And the gate is clean ?|The gate's clean, sir.

[ Shouting In German ]|[Baby Crying]

I hadn't time to properly|prepare the shot.

What I should have done|was film the thing|in slow motion.

It would have been|incredibly moving.

What's that, sir,|slow motion ?

Well, I run the film|through the camera too fast,

then when it's projected|at normal speed,

things appear to be|unnaturally slow.

Gives everything|a kind of resonance.

It's a shame you won't have|the chance to demonstrate...

your more esoteric skills|on my production.

I'm Albin Grau,|the producer.

''And at dawn,|Hutter tried to fathom|the horrors of his nights.''

Excellent.|Fritz, roll camera.

Iris in.

Begin.

And end.|Excellent, Gustav.

Extraordinary discipline|in the face of ridicule.

Fritz ?

Yes, well, that's his|performance style.

Yes, I'd like to move in|for another angle...

on the crypt,|please, quickly.

Mark the shot|with some chalk.

Well, I am exhausted now,|and I'm hungry as well.

You will get a nice hot meal|in Wismar, right after|we're done with the ship.

And... end.

Have you ever|considered acting ?

No, really. You have|a very interesting face.

Why can't Herr Doctor|film in a studio|like everybody else ?

Henry, could you take|my dog for me ?|Choo Choo.

Oh, and thank you.|Foo Foo.

Wismar--|Is there anything here...

that even vaguely|resembles a cabaret ?

I mean I'm suffering|for my art, Albin,|believe me.

Melodrama. I mean|what's going on here, anyway ?

You know, Friedrich tells me|to lock my door at night,

and Gustav says|everybody's vanishing.

Oh, and you can imagine|what they're saying|in Berlin.

Hello, Greta.

Hello.

You look vaguely familiar.|Where did we meet ?

Morocco.

Ah, yes, of course.|You brought me treats.

Ja, ja.

What was|your name again ?|It's--

Shh, shh, shh--

Eh, Fritzie.|[ Laughing ]|Ja, ja. Fritzie.

Yes, Fritzie.

Fritzie.|Would you care to|join us for a drink ?

No, no, no.|We have to prelight|the set.

What-- Whatset ?|What the hell|are you talking about ?

[Henrik] We need you|to see the sets with us|tonight, Fritzie.

Well, give me back|my dogs then.

Here.

Thank you, yes.

Left all alone as usual.

Come here, Foo Foo.

She's here,|isn't she ?

The glorious child.

No.|I want to see|her now.

No.

I won't act for you again|until you bring her to me.

You are destroying|everything.

My people have to trust me|for you to get what you want.

You and I are not|so different.

Greta is in|your last scene.

That is when|you can have her.

After my death scene ?|Yes.

Don't expect realism|there, Murnau.|What do you mean ?

Don't cheat me, mortal.

You will stay away|from her.

You will stay away|from my crew.

I will fiinish|my picture !

[ Snarls ]

This is hardly|your picture any longer.

[ Panting ]

[ Laughing ]

You are ready ?|Yes, I'm ready.

Mind your head.

This is it.

He's in here ?|Yeah.

You sure ?

Well, that answers|that question.

[Fritz]|How did you find this place ?

I followed Murnau here.

Henrik, I think|you're in the wrong part|of the building.

There's probably|a sadistic brothel upstairs.

[Dog Barking]|[Woman Screaming]

[Woman Laughing]

[ Laughing Hysterically ]

What's wrong ?

It's all right.|Everyone back to bed.

Greta, Greta,|what is it ?

Greta,|what is it ?

[Albin]|Greta, Greta.

What's happened, Greta ?

Please.|[Fritz] lt's morphine.

[Albin] Morphine ?

Photography|and pharmaceuticals...

by Fritzie,|that's just what I need.|Friedrich knows all about it.

[Albin] What do you mean|he knows about it ?

He knows all about it.

She's fine. Don't worry.|Get some sleep.

[ Moaning ]

Are you all right there ?

This set is not ready.

Can we get any|natural light in here ?

Fritz, the set is not ready,|and you're talking about|natural light. Please.

What's the matter|with you, Albin ?

You seem a little|anxious lately.

You don't understand.|I'm ruined.

I'll never make|another picture again.

My reputation, gone,|and you talk about|natural light. Please, Fritz.

Don't worry.|It's the same|on every picture.

Not on my picture.

[ Clanking ]

Friedrich, open up !

[Murnau Mumbles]

It's me, Albin.

Friedrich,|let us in !

[Fritz]|Oh, Jesus.

What is it ?

It's laudanum.|That's what it is.

There is no|Max Schreck.

If he's not Max Schreck,

who is he ?

I don't know.

Well, where did|you find him ?

In a book.

When I was a student,

a series of paintings...

portraying a long line|of despotic kings...

rumored to be vampires,

living in Slovakia|for hundreds of years.

I had forgotten|all about that,

until she gave me|the other book.

What other book,|Friedrich ?|Dracula.

Then I went to scout|the locations,

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