Shadow Of The Vampire Page #2

Our poetry will be shadows|that lengthen and conceal.

Our light will play|across living faces...

that laugh and agonize.

And our music will linger|and finally overwhelm...

because it will have|a context...

as certain as the grave.

We are scientists engaged|in the creation of memory.

But our memory|will neither blur,|nor fade.

What is this ?

It looks like blood.

[Horn Honking]

Good evening.

Herr Doctor,

we've been expecting you.|Will you see|to our baggage ?

[Murnau]|The wagon train has arrived,

[Albin]|And here's the leadmule.

Well, what a terrible journey|that was. How long have you|been here ?

- Not long.|- Don't tell me we have|a busy schedule tomorrow.

Gustav, no exterior shots|at the inn. Some shots in here,|arrival of Hutter's carriage.

Welcome. Welcome.

Welcome. Welcome.

Friedrich, I'd like to plan|for these night scenes.

When are they|to be fiilmed ?

They will be filmed soon,|Wolf,

but they won't require|much planning.

But I need extra help|to set up the lights.

Surely, you can give me|some notice so l can prepare.

Herr Doctor,|where are the extras ?

You're looking at them.

[ Murmuring ]

Doctor, these people|cannot act.

They don't need to act.|They need to be.

[Rolling Thunder]

Wolf?

[ Door Creaking ]

Herr Mller ?

[Animal Howls In Distance]

[Man Gasps]

Sorry, Wolfgang.

[ Floor Creaking ]

[Rolling Thunder]

[Car Leaving]

[ Grunting ]

[Murnau] Allright, Hutter,|it's been a fitful night,|but you wake refreshed,

eager to continue|your journey to the castle|of the nobleman,

who may very well|make your fortune.

Wait, Gustav.|What is that beside you ?

Yes. Pick it up.

It's a book...|about vampires.

[Murnau]|Ah ! Yes.

Now you remember.

It was put there last night|by the superstitious peasants,|the ones who warned you...

not to enter|Orlock's castle.

The ones who warned you|not even to dare to speak|his name--

Nosferatu--

the unclean,|the undead.

Lest you invoke|the creature itself.

Very good, Gustav.

Herr Doctor.|Albin ?

I am sorry,|Herr Doctor, but--

Albin !|Yes, Friedrich.

Albin,|a native has wandered|into my frame.

Kommen sie, Frulein.

Wolf.

Wolf !

What is the matter|with everyone ?

She will not let us|go on fiilming, unless|we replace the crosses.

Am I really being bothered|with this ?

Herr Doctor,|I warned you.

You should be more concerned|about these things.

The crosses are not|for decoration.

We will put them back.|They just overwhelm|our composition.

Albin, the camera.|Yeah, that light should be|sufficient.

We must go. Henrik,|what's the scene number?

Uh, 23.

Quickly.

Yes, Albin, that's fiine.|He'll take care of it.

Go in.|Henrik, on either side.

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