in the unlikely event|that we stop to build|emotionally.
The lyricism,|you'd do well to emulate.|Albin, you clear the set.
You live in a nice house.
You wear pretty clothes,
and you're married|to a kind man who's|promised to love you forever.
No sense of longing.
No notion,|even of death itself.
end, and print it.
Wolf, have we established|pathos ?
Perfectly, Herr Doctor.|And in one take.
Very well. Let's get|the film to the lab|immediately.
I'll need to see rushes|tomorrow before the train|in the morning.
Yes, Friedrich.|Hurry and strike|your set.
Shooting outside the studios|will cost you much more.
But such is the price|of genius.
Thank God, an end|to this artifice !
Nicely done, Greta.
For a moment, I even thought|I saw a premonition|of evil cross your face.
I told you it's important|for the realistic effect.
But why do we have to|leave Berlin just now...
Albin, has your man|arranged the cars ?|Yes, two.
Do you have any idea|the parts I've been offered|at long last ?
It has to be.|They're the only cars|in the region.
Herr Doctor,|you're ignoring me.
There was a time|when you didn't ignore me.
A theatrical audience|gives me life,
while this thing|merely takes it from me.
Greta, Ellen is a woman|who discovers...
the ultimate expression|of love...
in the most exquisite pain|imaginable.
It's a very|demanding role.
It is the role|that will make you great|as an actress.
Consider it a sacrifiice|for your art.
[Murnau] Work quickly,|ladies and gentlemen.|We have a train to catch.
Albin, what did|you give the cat ?
- Laudanum.|- Laudanum.
It's hard to keep|the damn thing docile|under the lights.
Why, did it show ?|It looked|a little pickled.
Not as much as Greta.
Things seem to be|well in hand here.
Friedrich, we have to|talk about the vampire.
Not now, Albin.|It's nearly dark.
Wrap things up for me|here, will you ?
Make sure|the imbecile, Gustav,|does not miss the train.
And I'll see you all|in the morning.
But what kind of clothes|should I pack for him ?
What kind of makeup ?|How tall is he ?
Please, tell me, Friedrich.
Perhaps he has a woman.|Or a man.
He has ?|You didn't know ?
The scenes between|him and the vampire.
I thought Dracula|lived in Transylvania.
Uh-uh, strictly speaking,|this is not Dracula.
The author's widow|wouldn't sell us|the rights to the novel.
So, who's playing|Count Dracula ?|I mean, Orlock.
His name is Schreck.
Schreck. You sure|you have the name right ?
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