Shadow Of The Vampire Page #6

[ Schreck Growling ]|Jesus Christmas !

- Get this Scheisskopf off me!|- [Woman Screams]

[ Straining ]

[Murnau]|Schreck!

What is the matter|with you ?

He's a Stanislavsky lunatic !|That is what is the matter|with him !

I have contracted you in secrecy|and at great expense.

You will not damage|this production !

Herr Muller, when will you|have your equipment|functioning properly ?

I am tired of your|lack of enthusiasm !

I saw you.

Gustav,|bring the girls|to the car.

I am not happy !|Gustav, move !

Herr Doctor, the man|is barely breathing.

I told you|to fix the generator !

No, leave the equipment|and take the camera.

We are done here|for today, Herr Doctor.|Albin !

Help me.|Everybody|to the automobile.

Herr Doctor, we're leaving.|Schreck.

No. No, he stays.

[ Murnau ]|Albin ?

[ Raling ]|[ Sighs ]

Yes, Friedrich.

Do you think Wolf's assistant|can fiinish this fiilm ?

Paul ? No.|He hasn't had|enough experience.

What about you ?

You're the closest we have|to a photographer.

[Henrik]|What are you talking about ?|The film ends here.

No, Henrik,|this film will go on.

Henrik, this fiilm|cannot survive even|the briefest interruption.

The financiers|would take control.|They hate your script.

Actually, it may be|advantageous...

because it makes|the crew very edgy|and I like that.

Do you hear what you're saying ?|I can drop Wolf|at a hospital.

You're out of|your f***ing mind.|You're a fanatic !

Please, don't behave|like children, Henrik !

I'll get a new photographer|and fly him back here|within the week.

Henrik, when you wrote|this scenario,

you had demons of your own|to work out, did you not ?

Now I have mine.

Albin,|you're the producer.

Keep this company|together.

[ Car Engine Starts ]

[Ragged Breathing]

How dare you !

How dare you destroy|my photographer !|You idiot !

Did I kill...|some of your people,|Murnau ?

I can't remember.

We have an arrangement !

Don't pretend|you mourn, Herr Doctor.|l know you.

Why him, you monster ?

Why not the...|script girl ?

[ Chuckles ]

The script girl...

I'll eat her later.

No, you will not.|Our bargain--

you agreed|not to hurt my people.

Listen to me.|Do you understand ?

This requires that|I go back to Berlin...

to find another photographer|and to fly him back here.

And you! You will|control yourself|while l am away.

I don't think...|we need the writer any longer.

I don't expect you|to understand this,

and I am loathe|to admit it myself,

but the writer|is necessary.

All my crew|is necessary.

Do you understand ?

I don't think the ship|is necessary.

What ?

The ship.

The ship.

My God, what are you|talking about ?

I have a dozen scenes|on the ship.

But... I won't sail.

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