All language subtitles for NOSFERATU - Extended

Come to me.

Come to me.

A guardian angel.

A spirit of comfort.

Spirit of any celestial sphere.

Anything.

Hear my call.

Come to me.

I swear.

Thomas.

Thomas?

What's that, my love?

What is it?

Nothing. I...

I dreamt... I...

Come here.

There's nothing to be afraid of, hmm?

The honeymoon was yet too short.

Take off your shoes.

I wish I could stay, my love.

How should I have earned
such a doting wife?

Ellen.

I told you not to let her into bed.

Everything I wear,
absolutely covered in it.

But Greta loves it here.

She wishes you to stay, too.

Today is of the utmost importance for us.

One minute more.

I really must be off.

Goodbye.

He has the position already.

They'll send him away.

Morning.

Excuse me.

You have kept him a quarter hour.

Forgive me, sir.

Pray, pardon me, Herr Knock,

for my tardiness.

Your delay is providential,
my boy, providential.

Come in, come in.

Still preparing the account.

Uh, and I thank you, sir,
for considering me.

When tidings of your recent
nuptials reached my ears,

I knew it was providence.

A new husband requires new wages.

You're too generous, sir.

Allow me to extend my
congratulations to your wife.

Thank you, sir.

She truly is beautiful.

A... A nonpareil.

Almost a...

...sylph.

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Uh, and I'm most eager to proceed

with whatever your request,

that I might be fully engaged
with the firm.

Indeed, indeed.

Providence.

Now, I have been entertaining
dealings with a foreign count.

Very old line of nobility.

Very old and... Eccentric.

He wishes to acquire a home
here in our Wisburg.

Oh, yes?
To retire here.

He has one foot in the grave, so to speak.

Uh, I should be pleased
to escort the gentleman

and recommend him to our properties.

I have already selected Grünewald Manor.

Forgive me, sir, but is it not,
well, uh, a ruin?

He requested an old home,

and he will pay most generously.

I shall meet him tomorrow,
then. Nine of the clock?

Here is the peculiarity.

He's too infirm to travel,

so you needs must journey to him.

I see.

He lives in a small country
east of Bohemia,

isolated in the Carpathian Alps.

It will be a great adventure, my boy.

Indeed.

Uh, may not the count execute
the deed here when he arrives?

Oh, no, it is much too urgent.

He insists we offer him an agent...

In the flesh.

And he will reward you handsomely,
my boy, handsomely.

Secure this account,
and you will secure your

official position in the firm.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

I shan't disappoint.

And what was the count's name?

Orlok.

And I shall have to set off tomorrow,

as it is a six-week journey.

But Harding has generously agreed

to keep you till my return.

Why have you killed
these beautiful flowers?

What?
Nothing.

What are you talking about?
Forgive me.

Uh, let us put them in water.

They will only die in a few days.

Throw them out.
What?

Throw them out!

What are you...

You cannot leave.

What is this?
I must tell you my dream.

Ellen, we have put
these difficulties behind us.

I must.
Please.

No more of your childhood memories.

The doctors advised never...
No.

It was our wedding.

Yet not in chapel walls.

Above was an impenetrable thundercloud

outstretched beyond the hills.

The scent of the lilacs
was strong in the rain, and...

When I reached the altar...

...you weren't there.

Standing before me, all in black,

was...

Death.

But I was so happy.

So very happy.

We exchanged vows, we embraced,

and when we turned around,

everyone was dead.

Father and... Everyone.

The stench of their bodies was horrible.

And...

But I'd never been so happy

as that moment...

...as I held hands with Death.

Never speak these things aloud.

Never.

It is a trifle, a foolish dream,

just as your past fancies.

Everything is well.

It portends something awful for us.

Look, when I return,

I will finally make something of myself.

I shall buy us a fine house of
our own with a maidservant...

We needn't any of that.

I wish you to have all you deserve.

You mustn't leave.
I love you too much.

Pray, stop.

Never since our school days, Tom.

From my grandfather, the best.
Uh, uh, no, I oughtn't.

Uh, it's worth celebrating your adventure.

Thank you.

I envy you.

I-I envy you.

You've truly taken
your father's place now.

It's incredible.

The bloody responsibility,
it's crushing, Thomas, crushing.

Of course, it's unseemly to complain

with all the earnings,
but the demands of the market

grow faster than the damned shipyard.

And my two girls...
Two, Tom.

I... I love them
more than the world.

And...
Speak none of this to Ellen

or my Anna, but we have
another on the way.

Congratulations.

Hey, you always were a rutting goat.

I cannot resist her.

And when will you two newlyweds?

When I'm no longer a pauper.

Uh, Friedrich, when I have, I mean to say,

I shall finally be able to return

the moneys you loaned me.
Not another word.

Uh, and, Friedrich?

Do take care of Ellen.

She nearly begged me to remain here.

And toss aside your fine opportunity?

I fear her past, uh, melancholy returning.

Naturally.
Her dashing young husband's

leaving her bedside cold.

My sweet ones, it's time now for bed.

Papa! Papa!

No!

Listen, then, to your mother.

The time has simply come. Enough now.

- Come on. All right.
- Come.

We can't! There is
a monster in the room!

Papa! Papa!

Don't let her feed me to the monster.

Stab him!

Pardon us, but I am to hunt a monster.

You're a perfect child yourself.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Up we go. Come.

Papa, please stay with us!

I will stay with you
until you are fast asleep.

I can hear him breathing beneath my bed!

Nonsense, my darling.
You are safe and sound.

Forgive me.

I have put these fancies behind me.

I have.

And we have each other.

Your lordship,
it is entirely as you have demanded.

He shall presently be in thy rule,

and I shall attend thee here,

near the object of thy contract!

I'm proud of you.

Please keep safe.

Have you so little faith in me?

I will send you my utmost faith.

And you will write to me every day.

I shall. I promise.

Remember, it's all for us.

I love you.
I love you.

Farewell.

Thank you.

Okay.

I'm sorry. Sorry, no.

Uh, forgive me.
I-I only wish to stay one night.

I have an audience at the castle.

Castle Orlok, beyond the Árnyék Pass...

I am weary, I-I pray you.

Go.

I will pay double the board.

No, by the grace of God!

Hello?

My horse?

You are late.

The midnight hour has passed.

And my attendants have all retired.

Forgive me, Count.

Leave there your conveniences.

Set out the deed and sit.

Would you not wish to wait till morning?

I wish you to do as I request.

Yes.

Of course, sir.

Lord.

Pardon me, sir?

Your lord.

I will be addressed

as the honor of my blood demands it.

Yes, my lord.

Forgive me, my lord.

Pray...

Sit.

Thank you, my lord.

I am most impatient

to bring my eyes on your covenant papers.

And my correspondence

with your proprietor, Herr Knock.

I have long awaited them.

Of course, my lord.

Drink.

I have, my lord...
Uh, I have questions

about the, um, unfamiliar
customs of the peasantry

and the errant wanderers.

Last night, I saw...

Or, rather, I believe I saw
a band of gypsies.

They ventured to
a small birch grove and...

Yesternight was but the eve

of their Szent András.

Our common people say it is the darkest

witching night,

when devil's magic bids the wolf to speak

with tongues of men.

And every nightmare
treads upon this earth,

ascendant from the torturous grave.

I fear we yet keep close

many superstitions here

that may seem backward

to a young man of your high learning.

These gypsies, they exhumed a corpse.

It is their filthy ritual.

What manner of ritual...

Speak not of it again!

How I look forward to retiring

to your city of a modern mind...

...who knows nothing of

nor believes any such morbid fairy tales.

Eat.

You are married, Herr Hutter?

Take heed what you do.

It's nothing.

I might ease your wound.

Come by the fire.

Your face shows you unwell.

Wait for me!

Careful, children.

Keep from that filth.

Catch me!

Do you ever feel at times
as if you were not...

As if you were not a person?

Well, I...
What I wish to say is that

you are not truly present nor alive,

as if you were at the whim
of another, like a doll,

and someone or something had the power

to breathe life into you,

to move you.

Well, of course we all feel
out of sorts at times.

It's not out of sorts.
It's... It's as if there is

something at play that is
too awful or grave to explain.

God.
No, my lovely Anna.

I...

Look at the sky.
Look at the sea.

Does it never call to you, urge you?

Something is close at hand.

That is His power.

A gentle breeze from heaven.

Destiny!

My sweet romantic.

I am not mad, Anna.

Leni.

Forgive me.

Everything I say sounds so childish.

Your words spring from your honest heart.

My heart is lost without my Thomas.

Hello?

Count?

And your signature

as solicitor.

How careless of me, my lord.

The language of my forefathers.

Of course.

A maiden's token, I see.

Your bride?

Just so. It, uh...

Yes.

May I?

We are newly married of late.

Incidentally, I have letters to her

I would post, if I may.

What was that, my lord?

You are fortunate in your love.

It's providence, as Herr Knock would say.

Your signature.

I pray...

You will indulge my pardon.

I durst not neglect your commission.

Herr Hutter.

Now are we neighbors.

It is my good fortune, my lord.

Forgive my asking, my lord,

but why such an antique
residence as Grünewald Manor?

The covenant is signed.

Of course.

Well, I thank you and congratulate you

on your new home.

It is late.

You must wish to retire.

If I may, my lord,

i-if I may be slightly
unsubtle in my approach,

I-I wish to depart as soon as...

Well, as soon as agreeable
my services rendered.

I am much...

I have been enduring
the most irregular dreams.

I fear I am taken ill.

It is a black omen
to journey in poor health.

You will remain and well rest yourself.

Uh, I must object, my lord.

You will obey this, my counsel.

Uh, but, my lord...

Count?

Y-You have my locket.

In mild cases of somnambulism,
sleepwalking,

it is brought on
by a congestion of the blood.

Too much blood.

Perhaps...
Perhaps she was oppressed

in a somewhat odd position beforehand.

Yet she has had these fits in the past.

Troubled nerves and so on.
I see.

Well, if it continues,
let me know, but until then,

uh, keep it from your worries,
my dear fellow.

Yes, of course.

I am disposed to recommend
that she sleep in her corset.

It encourages correct posture,

calms the womb and revives circulation.

Yes, very well.

And, uh, if her stirring escalates,

you can always tie her to the bed.

Oh, he's coming to me.

He's coming.

I'll increase the ether.

Nothing of Thomas? Nothing?

No. I mean, yes, I've received
nothing of any kind.

Not even to your...
At the shipyard?

And Herr Knock?

Still no trace of him.

His firm is in daily chaos.

I never liked that man.
Never.

I shall call upon his office
myself directly.

Please, Frau Hutter, no.
I must discover something.

Oh, for heaven's sake!
But Thomas...

You cannot leave unaccompanied.

I am most sensitive to your ardent nature

and shan't reprove you further
in this error of judgment.

I will send someone daily
until Herr Knock is found.

Thomas is well.

I'm certain of it.

Leni, it's near sundown.

We really ought to be leaving.

Leni?

Just a moment longer.

Please.

Friedrich, be not a churl, please.

You mustn't be swept up in her fairy ways.

The entirety of the household
centers upon her whims.

I tire of discussing her.

Think you there is no burden upon myself?

I love her.

She is blameless for her malady.

Forgive me, my love.

Dr. Sievers will pay her
another visit.

Let us only please talk of something else.

How is our little Friedrich, hmm?

Well, hungry as always.

Like his father.

Friedrich, in public?

I cannot resist you, my love.

Ellen?

Leni!

New patient?

Yes, sir.

Uh, we stowed him downstairs, sir.

I have strictly forbidden
the use of the old cells.

Begging your pardon, sir.
It's out of the question.

This is a modern hospital, not a prison.

A little old soul he may look,
but on my life,

saw him screaming and a-groaning.

Found him at the Luther Christmas Market.

Killed three sheep with his bare hands.

And he was eating them raw-like.

Raw!

Good day, mein Herr.

I am Dr. Sievers.

What seems to be the trouble?

No trouble.

No trouble.

Providence. Providence.

I see.

Can you tell me your name, Herr...

I am no one.

I am his servant.

And, um, what do you have there?

Lives, gifts,

bestowed upon me by his lordship.

Look, this is a pretty one.

His lordship likes the pretty ones...

...best.

His lordship?

He is infinity.

Eyes shining

like a jeweled diadem.

And then putrescence.

Asphyxience.

And devourence.

Now, my good fellow,
why would you do that?

It's all right.

No one wants to hurt you, my dear friend.

He is coming.

Who?

Who is?

'Twas he that invoked me.

'Twas I that was chosen to serve him,

for I know what he covets.

And he shall cast upon you

curses, confusion, afflictions, rebukes,

for you have forsaken me,

and he shall reign over

all of your empty corpses.

Devourence.

Devourence!

Harding, help me.

These hysterical spells
come over her at nightfall

like clockwork.

Cigar?
No, thank you.

I lament to tell you this.

Hutter's employer, Herr Knock,

was admitted to hospital this morning.

What?

Did you speak to him of Thomas?

He is mad.
Mad?

Non compos mentis.

And, Friedrich, he...
Well, the wretched fellow,

while inflamed with some sort
of religious mania,

he shares a similar motto to Frau Hutter:

"He is coming."

What?

Where the devil are you, Thomas?

Which brings me to the specialist.

A man by the name of von Franz.

Swiss.
Swiss?

Professor Albin Eberhart von Franz.

He is the sole person who may
be able to diagnose her.

An eminent physician and scholar in Zurich

when I was at school, my finest teacher.

Send a message to Zurich, then.

No, no, he...
He's here in Wisburg.

Here?

Here-here?

Why haven't you told me, man?

Well...
This is capital news.

Damn it, man, why didn't you
think of this before?

You see, he... von Franz is
the most learned in the field,

his mind staggering.

I'll spare no expense.

No, you misunderstand me, Friedrich.

It has fallen hard on me to recommend him.

He was tossed out of the university,

laughed out of his home country.

What?
Grieves me to say it, but...

He became obsessed
with the work of Paracelsus,

Agrippa and the like.

I am a shipman, Sievers.

Alchemy.

Mystic philosophy.

The occult.

No! Orlok!

A black enchanter he was in life.

Solomonar.

The devil preserved his soul

that his corpse may walk again
in blasphemy.

You are lost in his shadow.

No. No, I must leave.

I promised Ellen.

Remain here.

His evil cannot enter this house of God.

I promised I'd join the firm.

I came here to sell the count
a house in Wisburg.

He cannot leave here.

He is bound for Wisburg.
He cannot leave here.

He must return to the cursed earth

wherein he was buried.

No! He seeks after Ellen.

I know it!

I have not failed your lordship!

Thy promised gift awaits!

Providence!

The scientific community is on a crusade

to prove his work drove him to madness.

I assure you,

Harding, the professor may
be a bit unconventional,

but he will know the source of her malady.

Professor von Franz?

Leave me be.

It is your former student.

Avaunt! Begone, I say!

Professor, please,
I should not wish to intrude.

Professor, please.

I had nearly unlocked the final key

of the Mysteriorum Libri Quinque.

I'm sorry, Professor.

No. No matter.

I miscalculated the stars.

Hermes will not render my
black sulfur gold this evening.

Yes, we shan't trouble you further.

- We must take our leave.
- Just...

Good night, Professor.

Nolite dare sanctum canibus.

Neque mittatis margaritas
vestra ante porcos.

My dear young Sievers.

Or do my dying eyes deceive me?

I should've known.

Embrace me, my boy.

I am so rejoiced to see you.

I sensed something.

It brought me to Wisburg
all these years ago.

I felt it was now imminently approaching.

I thought it ill,
but it must have been you.

Now, what is the matter?

Ah, I see, yes.

A dear friend of yours
has some rare ailment.

Perhaps a houseguest, yes?

A young woman exhibiting

protracted fits of somnambulism.

You look tired, young man.

Schnapps?

Wait! You are not yet well!

Da?

Untie this child at once!

It's all I could do to keep her

from tearing the room to ribbons.

Untie her.

You are the doctor our Sievers spoke of?

Drugged?

I have been administering an opiate.

She must rest by day,
for her body is in utter stress

all the night.
She cannot be clouded.

Step away. Step away.

My dear creature, yes, I am he, and I am

hither come to help you.

Is she yours?

Greta?

She has no master nor mistress.

Quite so.

I entreat you to excuse me,

but I should like to begin
my consultation presently.

You see, I have a curiosity about you.

Dr. Sievers tells me
that you have had these spells

since childhood.

Would you describe them to me, please?

I cannot always remember them.

As if my spirit wanders off.

Tell me what you can, from the beginning.

Sometimes it was...
It is like a dream.

And I know things.

I always knew the contents
of my Christmas gifts.

I knew when that my mother would pass.

Father, he would find me
in our fields within the forest

as if I was his little changeling girl.

I see.

But as I became older, it worsened.

I frightened him.

My touch.

I was so very alone, you see,
and I wished for comfort.

Then a presence and the nightmares,

the epilepsies, I...

Pray, continue.

At last, Papa found me once laying.

Unclothed, I was.

My body, my...

my flesh, I...

"Sin."

"Sin," he said.

He would have sent me to
that place. I... I shan't go.

No, no.

It all ended when I first met my Thomas.

From our love, I became as normal.

Yet these visions and night wanderings

have returned to you?

I fear for him so.

Professor.

My dreams grow darker.

Does evil come from within us
or from beyond?

Her trance state is begun.

You have bled her
to decrease the congestion?

Of course.

And her menstruations are also?

Liberal.

- Too much blood.
- Too much blood.

A taper, please.

Her pupil is expanded.

It does not contract naturally to light.

- Impossible.
- A second sight.

She is no longer here.

My bag.

Forgive the grotesque tediousness

of this demonstration.

The needle.

However, I must impress upon you

that this child is not with us.

Professor, I do protest.

Restrain your protestation,
for she feels nothing.

She communes now with another realm.

Tend to the wound, Sievers.

Now...

Do you hear me, my child?

And what then do you see?

I charge you, speak now what you see.

Enduring night.

A specter of death.

He... He spreads his shadow,

and he... He...
He is coming.

Who? Who is coming to you,
my child?

Who, damn you? Speak!

Yield before this ancient talisman!

Professor!

I will not harm her!

I command you,

hearken to my voice.

By the protection of Chamuel,
Haniel and Zadkiel,

impart your speech unto me.

In the name of Eligos,

Orabas and Asmoday,

impart your speech unto me.

I shall persist to join you every night.

First in sleep, then in your arms.

Everything will be mixed

with abomination,
and you'll be knee-deep in blood.

Everyone will cry.

There will be none to bury the dead.

- You are promised to me!
- Promised?

- She means her husband!
- Promised?

Help me! Help me!

As I feared.

Well?

"Well" what, my boy?
Cannot you see?

See what?

See that she is cursed.

Cursed?
Yes, cursed.

This dear young creature
is possessed of some spirit.

Perhaps a demon.

I beg your pardon.

I assure you, Harding,

the professor means this as hyperbole.

No, I mean a demon.
You jest.

But what of your own discoveries

of macabre hallucination pathologies?

This is not one.

You cannot conceivably
have perceived all of this.

How should this happen to Ellen?

Demonic spirits more easily obsess those

whose lower animal functions dominate.

Demons like them.
They seek them out.

How mean you?

They can discover their
victims from across mountains,

great oceans.

Those with lower animal functions?

Yes. Hysterics,
children, lunatics.

Eh, which reminds me, Sievers,

you must introduce me
to your madman tomorrow.

Yes, of course, but I...

Somnambulists afflicted
with these perversions

oft possess a gift:
a second sight

into the borderland.

I do not wish to dispute you, Professor,

but I myself have witnessed
women of nervous constitutions

invent all manner of delusion.

This is no delusion.

I believe she has always
been highly conductive

to these cosmic forces, uniquely so.

Your lunatic, perhaps.

Do you then acknowledge a
connection between these cases?

That is the question.

Oh, this is just capital.

I tell you, it is the manner of
her husband's disappearance.

No. This evil...

what it is, how it has been summoned,

unleashed, I know not,

but this remarkable child
it has chained itself to

is in grave peril.

I must to my studies.

Frau Harding.

Sit with her.
Observe her.

Report her behavior.

Sievers, no more ether.

But she will rave all the night.

Then rave she must.

There is a dread storm rising.

- Help me. Help me!
- Oh, dear. Oh, my.

I'll get you out.

Don't you worry.

Help.

It's all right.
It's all right.

- Listen.
- What was that?

Listen.

His lordship.
He has come!

The blood is the life.

He's here. He's here!

His lordship is here!

The blood is the life!

He's here!

Ellen?

Thomas!

No, no!

Thomas!

Thomas.

He hasn't found you.

I-I feared I'd never see you again.

My love.

You were right.

You were.

He... he has your locket.

Thomas.

Thomas.

What the hell is it now?

- Thomas!
- Hartmann, the door!

Very good, sir.

Thomas!

Mama! Papa!

Is that the monster?

What the devil is this?

It's past 3:00
in the morning.

My God.

Plague.
It's a plague ship.

Damn it.

Alert the port authority.

And fetch Dr. Sievers. Aye, aye, sir.

There it is, your lordship.

There it is.

The broker lives.

I shall stifle out
the bridegroom, your lordship.

I have use in him.

Pray...

Instruct me.

Charge me. Use me.

I shall fetch unto thee

thy pretty belonging?

The compact commands

she must willingly repledge her vow.

She cannot be stolen.

Yet, my lord...

I beg thee...

Silence, dog!

Your entreaties grow insolent.

You shall crave of me nothing.

My lord.

Daybreak draws near.

Anon, the bells of dawn

shall toll in despair of my coming.

And I shall taste of you.

How is he faring?

I fear no better than everyone
tells me I have suffered.

Pray, forgive me for all the
troubles I have caused you.

I am only glad you have
become yourself again.

It seems a miracle.

Perhaps Professor Franz was wrong.

Perhaps it was only your
wish to see Thomas returned

and your... your...

My melancholy?

- Uh, I...
- Thomas has seen

something awful.

If only I could speak to the profess...

Hush.
His thoughts are so queer.

Professor Franz said a demon.

Leni, please.

For the sake of the children.

Christmastide is upon us.

Why must you remain
so exasperatingly contrary?

Because I am in the right.

Sievers, I requested conference

with your maniac, not a dead man.

I beg your patience, Professor,

but this is what vexes me.

He exhibits all the signs
of a blood plague.

Sepsis, ophthalmic discharge.

Even flagrant rodent bites here and here.

I fear this ship has brought
the plague to Wisburg.

And what is confounding is

his body is entirely absent of blood.

Look at this curious mark here.

I've seen some leviathan-like
pests in our canals,

but tell me, Professor,
what rat has jaws of such size?

Angels and demons protect us.

Where is your lunatic?

You must take me to him presently.

Ain't you heard, Doctor, sir?

No.

Herr Knock has gone and escaped.

What?

He killed the porter on duty last night.

This man must be found.

Sirrah, show me out.

Sievers, fetch Harding.

And meet me at my residence tonight.

This is no mere plague.

Get off me.

Give me room.

Thomas.

I-I can't breathe.
It's me.

I-I can't breathe.

Get off!

Gnathobdela.
The common leech.

Its sole impulse is to feed

on what even Mephistopheles called

"the most especial nectar."

Look at her drink.

Sievers?

Please, Professor, what is all this?

The plague is present

in its most rapidly fatal form,

Pestis siderans.

A savage infection of the blood.

Certainly you've read Glaser's treatise

on the pestilent revenants
of the eastern frontiers

of the Habsburg Empire?

That has long been proven

to be a degrading peasant superstition.

Is our leech a superstition?

No,
but leeches do not rise from the grave,

my dear professor.

Please, Sievers, please.

Explain Glaser's account.

A plague ravaged the countryside.

The alleged cause:
a walking corpse

that maintained some semblance of life...

by feeding on the
heart blood of the living.

Every victim succumbed to death.

Please you, don't leave us, Mama.

I promise I shan't let anything harm you.

No monsters. Nothing.

Now, give me a kiss.

And say your prayers.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Anna?

Oh.
Oh, you frightened me.

Forgive me.

Has Friedrich returned?

Uh, uh, no. No.

What is it, my lovely?

May I...

stay with you tonight?

Our friendship is
a precious balm to my heart.

Forgive my chiding you.

Thank you for loving me.

You may take it if you wish.

God is with us, Leni.

I cannot yield
to being haunted by a ghost.

Oh, no, please. No.

It is no mere ghost,
for it can manifest physically

and with the most foul intent.

And what, pray, is that?

Like every plague, its sole desire

is to consume all life on Earth.

This creature is a force
more powerful than evil.

It is Death itself.

I have not slept in days.

My house has become a bedlam,

and here I've been resummoned

to this godforsaken habitation for this?

Do not tell me you believe
in such medieval devilry!

I do not believe.
I know!

I have seen things in this world

that would've made Isaac Newton crawl

back into his mother's womb.

We have not become so much enlightened

as we have been blinded by
the gaseous light of science.

I have wrestled with the devil

as Jacob wrestled the angel in Peniel.

And I tell you,
if we are to tame darkness,

we must first face that it exists.

Meine Herren,

we are here encountering
the undead plague carrier,

the Vampyr Nosferatu.

You.

I have felt you

crawling like a serpent in my body.

It is not me.

It is your nature.

No. I love Thomas.

Love is inferior to you.

I told you, you are not of humankind.

You are a villain to speak so.

I am an appetite.

Nothing more.

O'er centuries, a loathsome beast

I lay within the darkest pit.

Till you did wake me, enchantress,

and stirred me from my grave.

You are my affliction.

I care nothing of your afflictions.

Yet even now we are fated.

Your husband has signed his name

and covenanted you to my person

for but a sack of gold.

Lies.
For gold,

he did absolve his nuptial bond.

You know nothing of him.

And the resignation
must be completed by you

freely of thine own will.

You are a deceiver.

You deceive yourself.

I was but an innocent child.

And thought you I would not return?

Thought you I would not?

Your passion is bound to me.

You cannot love.

I cannot.

Yet I cannot be sated without you.

Remember how once we were?

A moment. Remember?

I abhor you.

You are false!

So you wish me to prove my enmity as well?

I will leave you three nights.

Tonight was the first.

Tonight you denied yourself,

and thereby, you suffer me

to vanish up the lives of those you love.

Denied myself?

You revel in my torture.

Upon the third night, you will submit,

or he you call your husband

shall perish by my hand.

No.

Till you bid me come

shall you watch the world
become as naught.

No!

I ain't never seen the like.

It's been a-spreading faster
than wildfire since yestermorn.

We simply cannot admit any more.

The contraction rate is too high.

I've entreated the
burgomaster for a quarantine.

The city must be shut up.
It ain't Christian.

We can find rooms, sir.

The day of judgment's
a-coming, sir. Take pity.

We must remain calm
in the face of this plague.

A shadow pressing.

My body sinking.

Sinking.

The smell of rancid meat.

Suffocating.

I...

I feel so weak. I...

I fear little Friedrich is so strong,

so hungry he is eating me weary.

May I...
May I see the girls?

I must assure them...

Everything will be well, my darling.

Everything shall be just fine.

I don't know myself.

Ellen, tell me,

what is this insufferable darkness?

I...

Herr Harding, you must see me.

There is something.

The shadow, an infernal creature.

- Ellen.
- Please!

These are no troubled nerves.

It is as Professor Franz
described, a demon.

Frau Hutter, forgive me,
but I need you and Thomas,

both of you, to return home.

What?

It's for your own sake.

Please.

Have pity.
Thomas is very poorly.

I know not what I...

I shall pray for Tom.

You know I love you both.
What of Anna?

Did you not see her?

It's none of your concern.

Friedrich, you must listen to me.

We're all in the most grave danger.

I throw myself at your feet!

Frau Hutter, please!

Why do you hate me?

How dare you speak to me
in that marked manner?

You have never liked me.
Never.

Know your place, madam.

I will not stand by and
pretend at your superiority.

I refuse to exchange

reproaches with you.
Why can you not hear me?

Listen to me, please!

I have done everything in my power

to be kind to you in these long months.

Tied me up.

Find the dignity to display
the respect to your caretaker.

How can you be so stupid and cruel?

Hartmann will call you a coach.

My expense, of course.

And for your husband's sake,
I pray you learn

to conduct yourself with more deference.

Anna is going to die.

You are going to die!

We're all going to die!

Why did you not tell me of this before?

I am a fool.

Of course it is Herr Knock.

His obsessive consumption
of living creatures,

it must be him.

He is not Nosferatu.

But he must be found,

for he has made compact with this shadow.

Search everything.

Pull up the rug.

Solomonari.

And their codex of secrets.

"Then I stood on the sand by the sea.

"And I saw a beast rising out of the sea.

"And the serpent gave
the beast authority...

"...to speak of great names
in blasphemy.

"And the beast had the form of a leopard,

"the feet of a bear, the mouth of a lion!

"A beast with seven heads and ten horns!

"On each horn a crown,

"on each head
a blasphemous name..."

Our Nosferatu is of
an especial malignancy.

He is an arch-enchanter,

Solomonari,

Satan's old learned disciple.

What say you?

Further elucidation leads
only to insanity.

Hence the misfortune
of Herr Knock's descent.

Our somnambulist and her husband

are in incomparable danger.

I must see them.

I sent them home.

How can this perversion be killed?

- I do not know.
- You sent them home?

- What?
- You sent them home?

No, not that.
Yes, I did.

You don't know?

Precisely.
Correct.

I do not know.

I have never encountered
Nosferatu firsthand.

He doesn't know.

All your fine lectures
are mere regurgitations

from bloody books!

The means of repelling and destroying

vary greatly from region to region.

Their efficacy is plainly unknown.

Yet there is one invariable fact

that interests me most.
Go on.

In every account,
the Nosferatu must return

to the earth wherein it was buried

by first crow of cock.

It must sleep in its grave by day.

What happens if it does not?

That, my dear Sievers, is the question.

Oh, God.

My God.

I am shattering.

I'm breaking apart.
Get out.

Harding.
Take your leave at once.

Both of you!

Friedrich, please, we do not wish to...

Can't you see there's a
bloody real plague, gentlemen?

A real epidemic that is
really killing real people.

Jesus Christ in heaven!

This isn't a satanic magician!

Or any other humiliating fantasy!

It's no wonder you're a laughingstock.

Damn you, Harding!
Out, the pair of you!

I'm sorry, Sievers.
I'm sorry.

Frau Hutter is mad

and should have been locked up long ago.

My Anna...

was bitten by vermin.

Rats! No more.

Tomorrow, we are leaving Wisburg.

But the quarantine.
Tomorrow, we close off the city.

I'm not gonna let your
vain madness kill my wife.

The night demon has supped
of your good wife's blood

and shall return for the rest.

Leave.

Oh, Thomas.

Ellen, my love.

We must go.

We must flee the city.

You're in danger.

You knew...
We cannot run.

No, we must.

There is something I must tell you.

Something so loathsome, so base.

Nothing you can say will shake me,

for there is a devil in this world,

and I have met him, and he...

I cannot speak it.
He...

He is come to Wisburg for you.

I know.

What?

I know him.

Know him?

I've brought this evil upon us.

I have never shared my...

secret with any soul.

I sought company.

I sought...

tenderness, and I called out.

What do you mean by this?
At first, it was sweet.

I had never known such bliss. Ellen.

Yet it turned to torture.

It would kill me.

But, Thomas...

it was you that gave me the
courage to be free of my shame.

You.

What are you telling me?

Don't you understand?

Pray, help me to.

He is my shame.
He is my melancholy.

He took me as his lover then,
and now he has come back.

He has discovered our
marriage and has come back.

Impossible.

He stalks me in my dreams.

All my sleeping thoughts
are of him every night.

Ellen.
Don't touch me!

I am not to be touched.

You stopped your letters to me.

What?

You promised to write to me every day.

Did not you think of me in that castle?

I did. I...
Lies.

After what you have just confessed, how...

He told me about you.

He told me how foolish you were.

How fearful.

How like a child.

How you fell into his arms

as a swooning lily of a woman.

Ellen.

He told me how you sold me
to him for gold.

No, I...
Our love was supposed to be sacred!

Ellen, please.
You never listen!

Well, where is it?

Your money? Your promotion? Your house?

Where is that which is so precious to you?

Have you paid back kind Harding your debt?

Have you repaid him with
this plague that infects his wife?

I left for us, for our future.

For what? For what?
For these things!

For you!
It doesn't matter!

It doesn't matt...

Can't you see?

We should never have married.

We're already dead!

Ellen, please.

Ellen!

I-I shall send
for Dr. Sievers.

No!

No! Please, please.

I'll be good.

I'll be good.
I promise. I promise.

You could never please me as he could.

Yes! Take me!

Please.

Please!

Yes!

Kiss me.

Kiss my heart. My heart.

Let him see.
Let him see our love.

Without you, I will become a demon.

Ellen. Ellen! Ellen!

Ellen, it's me. Ellen.

Ellen, I love you.
I love you.

You're safe with me.

It's me. It's me.

Keep away from me.
I am unclean.

Never.

He will murder you if I do not go to him.

We will be torn apart,
and the world will be despair.

No.

I'll kill him.

Kill him I will.

He shall never harm you again.

Never.

At last.

"And lo, the maiden fair

"did offer up her love unto the beast

"and with him lay in close embrace

"until the first cock crow.

"Her willing sacrifice
thus broke the curse

"and freed them from
the plague of Nosferatu."

She is the way.

Papa! Papa!

Friedrich. Friedrich!

Friedrich, wake up.

I can weep no longer,
for I have no more tears to shed.

We must speak with him.

Just a moment longer.

His grief is too great.

May I?

More will be taken.

She was with child.
I know.

The grim reaper wields his heavy scythe

with every change of wind.

Professor, I must speak with you.

And I would speak with you.

Take that blackguard from this place!

- Your diseased mind...
- Please. Please.

...has brought
all of this outrage!

Stop this. Stop, please. It is my fault.

This moment doesn't concern you, Thomas.

Your very presence...
Your horror has rent our hearts,

but you must hear us.
...does me wrong!

Friedrich, these nightmares do exist!

They exist.

And yet he shows no sign
of the blood plague.

The good sisters sought to nurse me

back to health with their prayer,

yet I fear I'm not free of his spell.

Trust in God and your strength.

The monster left you to the wolves,
yet you prevailed.

Harding.

Forgive me.
I'm not myself. I...

Please forgive me, all of you.

My reason could not accept...
accept...

Strength, man.
Strength.

Orlok has kept his coffin
within Grünewald Manor?

Assuredly.
Under our very noses.

Tonight, we destroy the beast.

Let me come with you.
No, of course not, Ellen.

You must be kept safe away.

We shall meet at Harding's
and depart for the manor.

Please.
The readiness is all.

We shall sanctify the
earth wherein he is buried

and destroy the sarcophagus.

Then he can have
no sanctuary at cock crow.

And when we uncover the body?

I will drive a spike of
cold iron through him.

What if it does not work? It must.

Professor, allow me
to walk you to your door.

I know...
it must be me, Professor.

I am but an able tourist
in this occult world.

You were born to it.

It is a rare gift.

His pull to me is so powerful,

so terrible,

yet my spirit cannot be evil as his.

We must know evil
to be able to destroy it.

We must discover it within ourselves.

And when we have,
we must crucify the evil within us,

or there is no salvation.

I need no salvation.

My entire life,
I have done no ill but heed my nature.

Then hearken to it.

I fear Nosferatu is impervious
to any of our iron stakes.

I'm convinced only you

have the faculty to redeem us.

Ellen, let us make haste.

In heathen times,

you might have been
a great priestess of Isis.

Yet, in this strange and modern world,

your purpose is of greater worth.

You are our salvation.

Thank you.

I will keep your husband at bay tonight.

Go now. Go home.

Attend him that he is
sturdy for this false hunt.

You will put an end to all of this?

Promise you shan't return
to me till he is no more.

Promise me you won't return. I promise.

He does not have power over you, Thomas.

I place my utter faith in you.

I love you.

Fear not.

Goodbye.

He is not here?

No, Mr. Harding
has departed, sir.

Where could he have gone?

He has a heavy grief.

We shall wait for him.

There's time yet till sundown.

No, we must find him.

He is unwell, Sievers.
I fear for him.

- Harding!
- Harding!

Friedrich!

Clara.

Louise.

Oh, my girls.

Anna.

Your bed is so dark.

So small.

Anna, my love.

Our son.

Our little son.

Forgive me.

I shall never sleep again.

Never.

Let this, your tender embrace,

keep me now in bliss,

away from everlasting sleep.

Friedrich!

Oh, God.

We are too late.

We must set fire to their infected bodies.

Our flames will sanctify them.

I cannot bear any more.

Please, we must onward.

But Orlok. Will he not already have risen?

Should we not return to our homes?

No, I will not wait till morning.

Very wise, young Thomas.

I feel his hold upon me this night.

May God have mercy on their souls.

"In the Name of Jehovah,

"and by the power and dignity
of these three Names,

"Tetragrammaton, Anexhexeton, Primematum,

"cast thee, O thou disobedient
Spirit Nosferatu,

"into the Lake of Fire,

"there to remain until the Day of Doom

"and not to be remembered
before the face of God

"who shall come to judge
the quick and the dead

"and the world with fire."

There is a chapel beyond the courtyard.

Make haste, Thomas!

I am ready.

I bid you, come to me.

There he lies.

Oh, God.

Go forward, Thomas.

Set free the demon's body.

Thomas, no!

Herr Knock.

I...

relinquished him my soul.

I should have been the Prince of Rats,
immortal.

But he cares only for his pretty bride.

Ellen?

She is his.

Monstrous.

Strike again.

I am blasphemy.

Die, you accursed mis-birth of hell!

Set fire to it all.

Damn it, man, he has gone to my wife.

We must burn it.

We must destroy all his habitation.

No sanctuary.

No, there is no time to be lost.

- He pursues Ellen.
- It must be her!

He cannot resist her blood!

You are a madman.

You knew Orlok would not be here.

You knew it this afternoon.

Your wife wills it.

This is not moral!

God is beyond our morals!

In vain! In vain!
You run in vain!

You cannot outrun her destiny!

Her dark bond with the beast
shall redeem us all,

for when the sun's pure light
shall break upon the dawn,

redemption!

The plague shall be lifted!

Redemption!

I do.

Yes.

More.

More.

Ellen.

Forgive us.

"And lo, the maiden fair

"did offer up her love unto the beast

"and with him lay in close embrace

"until the first cock crow.

"Her willing sacrifice
thus broke the curse

"and freed them from
the plague of Nosferatu."