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Help!

From now on you'll have to contentarte with that, my love.

You have enjoyed your lover for the last time.

But your love for me is dead...

And soon so will he.

I beg you, do not kill him! Give me the divorce.

What and leave the name of the d Agoult covered in mud? Never.

I Forgive Him, Francois! Do not cut your... genius in its full splendour.

Ah, is this how you call it?

Do not be afraid. I have No intention of staining my blade with the blood of a commoner.

I have in mind a punishment better, and more appropriate to the crime committed.

Whatever your destination, I want to share it.

Very well, you've made your own bed...

so that yacerás in it.

You are hired to teach music to the countess, and trained him carnal pleasure.

I Encerradles!

Perhaps this will teach you not to mount it on the piano.

Oh Francois, Francois, mercy, mercy!

"Down, down!

I Cerradlo!

Where is my opera?

Is the young man who wrote the opera about ancient Rome.

I will take care of it.

Very well, leave it, is with us.

You can see here.

- Liszt, friend... - " Go to the devil, Brahms!

I always thought that people who like Brahms doesn't have any idea of music...

- do you Know why? - Is a scoundrel.

A rogue. We will, my dear.

- do you Want a drink? - Hey, Liszt!

My opera... don't you thought it a masterpiece?

Well, to be honest, reminded me a lot of... Mendelssohn.

- O Mendelssohn! - did Someone called me?

So you're the jew who only writes music with a cash register.

Music is music, it is a means of subsistence.

- Oh, God! - Franz...

why is the hair so long, and on top I never eat anything?

- Look! - are You interested in opera? That is Rossini.

My name is Rich...

Let another young man who does not eat! Well, look at his face! Do you and this young man here?

- Hector Berlioz. - I am Richard Wagn...

Why don't you eat something, Hector?

As you'll see, some day you will fall sick because they do not eat.

Eat!

Is it true that when Liszt was a child, he played the sonata "moonlight" to Beethoven...

and the composer stood up and kissed him?

In effect, Beethoven kissed the child...

when he was already deaf as a post.

Ah, Schumann!

- what You are Robert Schumann? - No, this is Schumann...

- I am Strauss. - really? How Johann Strauss?

No! I Levi Strauss!

- Sir, are you Frederic Chopin? - Yes.

- My name is Richa... - I'm sorry, but now I'm talking...

with madame George Sand.

What Madame Sand? It is an honor! I'm Richard Wagner.

Sure you are, little boy...

Oh, Christ!

Forgive me, master, but their function had to start 30 minutes ago.

Do not want to offend my guest, no?

No, No, I just thought that it would be good to mention it. When you are ready, master.

What a delight...

- what Will Liszt my opera? - Is a pianist, not a businessman.

- These are the important ones. - Thanks, Hans.

The problem with your friends, Liszt, is they are all pigs bourgeois.

Pigs, if you want, but pigs aristocratic, not bourgeois.

- you May touch something of yours today. - do Something of my own?

Yes, improvisaré a fantasy about some of your themes to make them more aware.

Do next to all this garbage of fashion, such as "Chopsticks"?

We are in the business of the show, fool.

Yes, because for you the piano is just a... bitch!

Yes, and every penny earned today, this bitch will go to a memorial of your beloved Beethoven...

that your beloved countrymen so kindly forgot to build.

Once you've deducted your earnings...

- do Hints him that Lola Montez is a "deductible"? - fetch me a drink, love.

Any way, what do you care about the piano to you?

Read this. The piano is an instrument of the revolution!

I forgot my music!

He never forgets anything.

Take this man to the room, and make sure to give a good place.

Don Franz Liszt! Don Franz Liszt!

- do This evening is...? -> - Oh, Beethoven!

And prior to pay tribute to the great Ludwig...

I would like to play a composition by a compatriot of yours.

It is still unknown but it has a huge talent and is in the audience today.

His name is Richard Wagner. What Richard, where are you?

Ah, Richard, stand up, bow a little.

Enough, it is my show.

In addition to being German, Richard has another thing in common with Beethoven...

Is a great genius.

How do I know? He himself told me, don't you, Richard?

Richard wrote an opera on an ancient roman called "Rienzi".

This is the arrangement that I did of her.

I've never touched it before, so I hope you like it.

It"Chopsticks"! It"Chopsticks"!

It"Chopsticks"! It"Chopsticks"!

Thank you!

Ladies, Don Richard Wagner!

Where are you going, Richard?

- Guess where I come from. - Of Hungary.

- what And who is today the night? - Beethoven.

The last time I was here, colectábamos money for the victims...

the great flood which devastated Hungary in the past year.

Well, among all gathered 800,000 francs to help the needy.

And this is a sign of his gratitude.

And to all that are here today, and that contributed to it...

I want to personally thank you on behalf of myself and of my people.

And I'll play especially for you, a fantasy on melodies that I have heard of a child...

touched by my friends gypsies in the vast plains of Hungary.

Oh hungary! Oh hungary!

Let me go, love it!!! Let me pass!

It touch!

"For God's sake, get rid of it!

Oh, my God! O Franz!

Don Franz, look, behind you!

Oh dear, it is our baby!

Oh, by God!

Isn't it lovely?

It is our son, Franz! Please!

I wanted to be his godfather.

What diamonds?

Ah, yes!

Millionaire.

Actress very promising.

There!

Princess.

- Who is the lucky today? - The princess, of course.

I am afraid that is upset today. He said the visit when you go to St. Petersburg.

- Well, that is the millionaire. - The actress is much more beautiful.

- oh, What the heck, they are the two! - After we.

Do you writing a symphony?

Do the accounts?

I am writing a book.

I am diseñándome a coat of arms itself.

The king of Hungary, shall honor me with another title.

The son number one is from Hungary. And not speaking a single word of their language.

It is not my fault, I was on tours since he was a child.

The elite of Paris will laugh quite a bit.

They should be more careful, do or did not do their bloody grandparents the revolution?

Titles, wanted to, have never done aristocrats from commoners.

And how fell you so low that huíste with one of them?

Well, I believed in you then.

Only you believed in my hard penis, a thing that your ex-husband didn't have.

In my place could have been any other.

Who? I'm not complaining of being your lover, I complain of being one among all your lovers.

Your ex was a coward.

Was quite beneath their dignity to touch you.

No one is today killing servants. That is all that you were, remember?

A pianist hired to teach a wife boring...

to keep your fingers busy.

So you left your love to run away with a lackey, and you say that it was not for sex.

And what is it?

Your great ambition was to sink your penis from working class in a cake of high class.

- you Were a good company. - Your music was also not so bad.

You know that is not make money writing, I need to give concerts.

We will manage; we've already done it before in Switzerland.

Take me with you on your tours.

Do you remember the scandal when we went to London?

It is not my fault that the English are so mojigatos.

Taxes I will get it all.

- oh To hell with taxes! - 'm Not going to put my children in suitcases.

What about your children? When you're at home or see them, I don't know if they are alive or dead.

Marie, Marie! Surrounding my heart with your arms. I'm cold and I'm alone.

wrap me in the warmth of your love. Only you can make me happy.

You are my heavenly shelter of this terrible, terrible world around me.

Living when I think of you. Only I desire to spend with you wonderful hours of happiness.

My only desire is to serve you and your music. I love you with all my soul.

Hello mom, hello dad!

We found a lot of his letters in the attic, filled with dust and tied...

Isn't it funny?

What happens?

- Think that would make them laugh. - oh Girl evil!

Blondine and Daniel, where are they hiding?

Each time that your brothers get in trouble you're always behind it...

it is always your fault.

Blondine, Daniel...

may go down, it's over...

- ... they did not see the funny side. - If we go down we will be put in the bed.

It's not fair, mom, Cosima was the one that made us do it.

Are you on the roof?

It is perfectly safe. We followed there, you can hear everything.

Oh girl evil! You will be punished for this, and you'll have to clean up all that mess.

Don't move, stay where you are!

- come on, show me how to climb. - it Is easy to...

we climb the stairs, take the corridor, we pass the back door, we entered the attic...

[ Dream of love / Liebesträume ]

Oh, love, oh, love...

therefore as the love is young...

therefore as the love is young.

Oh, love, oh, love...

therefore as long as the life...

therefore as long as the life.

the hour Will come in which we will cry...

remembering the love and the pleasures of the past...

the hour will come in which we will cry...

recalling the pleasures of the past.

Oh, love, sweet love...

therefore as the love is young...

therefore as long as the life.

Oh, love, sweet love...

therefore as the love is young...

therefore as long as the life.

God!

- Quiet! - Ok.

Stupid, do not you know that she is still at home?

Do another tour? What charity will you touch this time?

That begins at home, remember?

If you go back without us there will no longer be home.

It is a presentation requested by the Tsar Nicholas. It is in St. Petersburg; I have to go.

What's all that luggage for just a presentation?

I have never heard to play in Russia; I need to have a good advertising there.

And while you take Moscow, Napoleon, I should stay here at home sitting...

as Josephine keeping your press clippings and knitting your gloves.

I will not spend cold, love, not with all those Russian.

Oh, God!

Hans has already packed everything.

And I I polished your sword. What do you want, to kill the critics?

The time kill all the critics, my dear. Put those scores in the bag, do you want to?

Why not compose something nice for mom?

- I have to sell my soul to achieve it. - Careful, someone might hear you.

Who, the Devil? Best will be that I mentions in your prayers.

- how you will take care of mom while I am gone? - will You stay a long time outside?

- What? What I miss? - Not as long as you can play with your doll.

Not what you will use as a cushion of pins, eh?

Don't worry, dad, you'll be back to write beautiful melodies.

I pray to God every night to see the Devil...

so you can sell your soul, just as you wanted.

Goodbye.

Princess Caroline told me that when she was in St. Petersburg to come...

so here I am.

You aproximarás to His Majesty on his knees...

and you will remain so until she gives you permission to get up.

Hey, wait! Hey!

Ah, shit!

Oh, Christ!

You look almost like Adam, but he was a man of the pacific.

You look like Ivan the Terrible, and he was a murderer.

Quiet! Have you forgotten the protocol?

Okay? I thought you'd be familiar with the label.

What her Majesty gets a lot of satisfaction of a good cigar?

It is a perfect form of pleasure. It is exquisite and goes when one is satisfied.

What more can you ask for? The fresh air makes me depressed.

My visits invariably the stink, that's why the fumigation.

There are some clothes behind that screen properly impregnated.

Oh, no!

Oh, bue...

I have heard of an incident with the Czar during your presentation, in the palace.

- He spoke while I was playing... - What?

... Your Highness.

That is to say, he spoke while I was playing, Your Highness.

- AND WHAT? - Since I stopped to play, Your Highness.

How and he asked why?

Yes, and I said, "Until the music mutes when the Czar speaks."

However, the ones that go to your concerts and howl like idiots, what is the difference?

Ah! They express as well that they are enjoying the music, Your Highness.

¡Nonsense! You and the Tsar are two sides of the same coin...

two gods worshipped in different ways.

Put the Tsar clothes of a peasant, and you a peasant.

I stop and hide behind that screen!

Put Liszt in a crinoline, and what do you have? The same thing: a scoundrel.

Instead of walking naked through the world, choose to play the impostor.

What do you say?

- Oh, Bunk! - What Lies? I don't speak Hungarian.

At least I'm not dying of cold.

As is, those who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

The king of the keyboards is also the king of the cliches.

Some we should carry forward our roles against our will.

These clothes are the trappings of slavery; I have that dress as well.

My husband and I are separated.

Government in these farms than 30,000 peasants, barbarians alone.

My subjects see me as a matriarch divine, but below I'm... a woman.

Do you believe in the holy sacraments of love?

Almost taking the orders to the priesthood at 16...

but my father pulled me out of there; he said to me: "You belong to art, not to the Church".

- what Was your business manager, isn't it? - Yes, but nothing was simple then...

and when he died, I had to support my mother.

He said that art is sacred, but the inspiration comes from Heaven.

- do you Want to enter the kingdom of Heaven? - once I thought I had a chance.

What is it you love most in the world?

Can you guess? Write music really, really big.

Surrender yourself completely to my hands and you will attain all your desires.

Never do questions and obedéceme at all. We will, we must pray.

- Do You Pray? - no longer are you prostituting your art...

music, like sex, should be covered in the religious spirit...

as one of the more sacred things of life.

Mom told me that he was married with the piano.

I'm sure that young man you were as innocent as a devotee.

I must admit that my confessor I had to explain the meaning...

of the sixth and the ninth commandments.

Then we practice the 69 together.

Oh, I hope that your prayers do not go further, Cosima.

Oh, God!

Somebody squeezed me balls!

Don't stand there, do something!

Help!

Please!

Help!!

[ The song of Orpheus ]

You're my soul...

I don't have the strength to fight against your hands, heart-wrenching...

please, have mercy on me, I'm alone...

if I kill you destroy you, calm down.

I desgarras, I complete...

these moments can not be controlled...

I know my shame, I know my game...

together we can ignite the flames...

the flames of life, flames of truth.

Take my life in this hell...

surrender to me with your spell...

together we will grow, leave it be...

our harmony makes music flow.

No, don't! "This was not the deal!

The treatment you did it yourself. I have given you the power of Orpheus...

the power to compose music that calmase the savage beast.

You said that you sell your soul for such a gift, that would do anything for him.

- Your soul dwells in your flesh. Now... - Not!

- ... you have to pay the price. - Not!!!

[ Dante's Inferno ]

For me goes to the city of tears...

for me it goes to the eternal pain...

for me is going after the convicted...

abandon all hope...

who among you here.

What happened?

The piano was closed, and I almost cut the... thumb.

I was looking at your sheet music from "Orfeo"...

the passage in which the musician tames the savage beast is splendid.

The symphony on Dante's Inferno that I suggested composing is promising also...

particularly the passage that describes the lovers guilty...

which leads me to... us.

My husband still refuses to give me the divorce...

it may be that I do not love me, but loves my money.

Is trying to convince the Czar to confiscate my goods...

I will have to sell everything.

We must act quickly and leave Russia before we are arrested.

Heard of us from months ago, why would it now?

A certain little person has written a book obscene on you...

and the Tsar is as crazy for it.

What Lisztomania?... Marie!

God!

It can not be!

- why did he do that? - Already soborné to a music critic...

to put your name on an authentic biography about yourself that I will write myself...

a quick wash if the public begins to believe...

your music is as dark as she is painted to your character.

In such circumstances, the children should be separated from the influence of his mother...

and supervised by guardians, adoptive act in your name.

I already made all the necessary arrangements, including his education in Paris.

All you have to do is sign this document.

- Only with a condition. - " Yes, dear?

- Hans is in charge of his musical training. - of course, dear.

And now you have to leave your music and packing to go to Germany...

we will be safer there.

What were you writing?

- A funeral march. - For what?

One of my friends died in the Hungarian uprising.

Oh, you do well to mourn his death, musically.

I should have been there fighting beside him.

Why a lost cause? Europe burns in the revolution...

you will be the leader of the only revolution that matters: the musical revolution.

All the world will sing your hymns of brotherhood!

The art is much bigger than politics.

[ Funerals / Funérailles ]

life is pain, pain is the loss...

life is pain, pain is the loss...

the loss is mine to live...

while the innocent are dying.

Were pure, as pure as the love...

were pure, as pure as the love...

but now lie crushed under the weight...

the human desire for self-destruction.

The war is waste, waste is the fault...

the war is waste, waste is the fault...

it's my fault for only watching while my countrymen are dying.

My land is dead, my love has been shattered...

only the music still lives in me.

We apologize for our intrusion, lord...

but we have reason to believe that a dangerous communist...

is hiding somewhere in the building.

It is not in my habits to give shelter to the revolutionaries. Close to the exit.

I'm sorry, Herr Liszt. My apologies for having upset him.

Franz, you must help me...

or I'll be finished.

You should be playing the piano, not playing soldier.

Instead of a great composer you are a horrible revolutionary bloody.

The popular revolution has failed, Franz.

I play your music whenever I can, but your policy does not interest me.

Many of your friends have died for it!

I know what happens because I have seen it.

I know, I heard your music.

You're lucky that it's only a scrape. Now tell me what do you want from me.

- 10.000 crowns. - how to 10,000?

All I have is my music, and the roles in which it is written.

- I don't have a penny. - I know!

But she has...

It is not for me, it's for my wife and children.

If I can't escape the country, we are all lost.

And even if we escape, we shall be exiles, homeless...

forced to establish ourselves in a foreign city...

in that they have never heard play a single note of my music...

If it weren't for my family I would walk naked through the world...

but I have a belief that sustains me, Franz.

What belief?

The belief that I will write music...

that will ignite the imagination of the German people...

and that she will give birth to an iron man...

which with the shattered fragments of this nation will forge a nation of steel.

A vision that you will help me to do, dear Franz.

- What happened? - You passed out. You work too much, Franz.

You were talking of going into exile with your family.

If we manage to survive it will be thanks to your generosity, Franz.

- I don't have anything. - oh Dear, I'm already at home!

But, oh, she yes!

My last pamphlet.

- oh Dear, in the end what happened! - what is peace?

Yes, it is a kind of peace, peace of mind, if you want to...

My husband has accepted a plea, and a court Russian has granted the divorce.

Now we just need the blessing of the Pope. We can be in Rome tomorrow...

married in a week, and then free to return to Russia for ever.

Come, love, let us give thanks to God.

Quick, squat...

How about a drink?

Leaves something to the baby, vague.

- do Another of the lovers of Liszt? - Is my wife...

and who also happens to be the daughter of Liszt.

- my name is Cosima. - go, Go...

- do you Know who I am? - of Course, read the papers...

You are the one who will save Germany, and will be the composer largest ever known.

The bum who is always asking favors to my father.

So it is, and it is time for you to pay...

Dale that the next time you see it.

It bastard!

I hope they get their due.

Your music is very beautiful, son...

but more appropriate for a funeral service for a wedding.

I owe everything to her, but from tomorrow I won't be able to call my soul her own.

What do you want from life?

Only write good music, and have a roof over my head.

That's not asking much, we all can make some good music.

- why have you come? - Come on, dear...

it is time to start the ceremony.

Wait a minute!

What does it say?

The order of divorce from princess Caroline is still being analyzed.

And what do you have? We thought that the blessing of the Pope was only a formality.

Maybe you have found a hindrance.

Oh dear, we're doing wait!

I already am!

Still the Pope did not grant the waiver.

- And how do you know? - His Holiness and I are very close.

I would have entered the Church at 16, if it had not been for my father...

I know, I've read articles about it.

For the last time, dear!

I'm going!

As it is, whatever the Pope decides is right for me.

- When is a scarf and not a veil? - I don't know.

When it is a shroud!

Seriously, Franz, I can no longer take care of you...

I have to settle accounts with the Pope even though it may take me life, I will denounce him.

I'm going to write a book...

it will be called: "The causes of internal weaknesses outside of the Church."

In 24 volumes.

That will keep me busy for all the rest of my life, I'm afraid. What will you do?

I also will avenge him, and I will take it all the rest of my life.

- I will be a priest. - Do You? What priest?

- I do Not play priest, better... an abbot. - what is An abbot?

An abbot...

it is the same habit that the priestly, but you don't have to take the vow of celibacy.

- Well, I will be an abbot. - Then you can be a saint.

- Let St Franz Liszt! - you Should become a franciscan!

I may preach to the birds, right?

You will be able to walk on water.

- And what is in the air? -> - Oh, Franz!

To Me you are distracting.

I'm going home to start my book.

Come see me between chapters.

Rezarás your "Ave Maria" and then drink a "Bloody Maries" together.

Goodbye!

Praise the Lord!

I know that it seems unseemly, Your Holiness, but I can explain everything...

Please, give me your blessing.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, amen.

Holy Father...

this is my musical transcription, miss Janina.

At least by letter, I said that it was...

Came up here from Ukraine, entered the monastery disguised as a nun...

and he dragged me to the bed at gunpoint.

I know it sounds unlikely, Your Holiness, but...

But the truth is stranger than fiction?

We have existed 2000 years thanks to it.

Which brings me to us. Yesterday I heard one of your new compositions...

the cantata glorifies the vicar of Christ on earth.

Are you referring to that I did about you, Father?

It is magnificent. You've been very inspired, the music is divine.

You could have conducted the orchestra of Santa Cecilia...

your music could have been played in all the catholic churches of the world...

you may have become the composer's largest catholic of the earth...

if it weren't for...

If it weren't for... what are the damn women?

What violated to the point of a gun?; well, it happens to the best of us.

You deserve more my mercy my punishment, son. Have you not heard the news, then?

- what News, what news? - Your daughter left her husband...

renounced his faith, and was married to the Antichrist.

What cosima left Hans? And what about married with who?

- With Satan himself: Richard Wagner. - What About Wagner?

But if he was exiled with his wife and children...

Much has changed since that abrazaste the monastic life, son.

Wagner sacrifices friends and family alike in their evil lust for power.

It has become the Prince of Darkness.

Sings the praises of a religion is obscene that he himself created.

His operas are astute hymns of hatred to Christ and to the humanity...

a situation that you are in part guilty.

How could make Cosima something like that? Poor Hans...

How Poor Hans? You Poor Franz! Think of yourself for once, son.

How could the Holy Church to bless the music written by the father of the Devil?

Forward, lads.

- And what can I do, Holy Father? - One of your orders is the exorcist.

Expels the evil that gnaws at Wagner...

return to the faith, and save her soul may you redeem the music.

Until that happens, it will be tainted in the eyes of the world...

and your works will all be prohibited.

You're not going to leave me, isn't it? I will kill you if you do.

- Later, I would be doing you a favor. - And then what do I do?

Go put your costume of a nun and return to Ukraine, Janina.

Where are you going?

- I have to drown to Wagner in holy water. - oh, One more step and I'll shoot!

I'm sorry, can you tell me how to get to the castle of Wagner?

I'm sorry, how the castle of Wagner?

I'm sorry, can you tell me how to get to the castle of Wagner?

- oh, Where is the castle of Wagner! - oh, there, there, There!

Do you Hans? What the hell are you doing here?

You must keep away from this site! You are in a great danger!

What danger? How danger of what?

- Of his music. - what is your music? You're delirious.

It is an evil drug that masquerades as a universal panacea.

- Well, I shall lay low and then we will leave. - oh, No, it is already too late!

Still love Cosima, isn't it? You stay just to be with her and the child.

Wow, it ends up with the nonsense and let me come in!

He sees no one between the sunset and the sunrise. Now flees, by God!

[ Excelsior ]

The burgeoning youth of Germany...

she was raped by the Beast.

My music!

The enormous power of the German gold...

it was pillaged by the Beast.

Great is the sorrow in the night...

but no more we'll hear more groans.

The new messiah that is about...

will remove the Beast from our land.

He will restore the divinity of teutonic...

the hour of the superman aryan...

it is very close!!!

- I am his prophet. - You are his prophet.

- She is his maid. - She is his maid.

My work sacred is the trust to her.

With her performaréis the ritual. With me you will serve to the superman.

- You will be the supreme race. - We will be the supreme race.

We will be the supreme race, will be the supreme race.

My dear Franz!

Forward, forward.

For a moment I thought I was the Devil.

Cosima said that never will you come. "Nonsense -I told him - nothing can separate us...

some day he will come."

How long have you been out there, for the love of God?

Not much, but it is more difficult to see you that to God.

Ah, I must speak with Hans; this is getting very jealous. Sit down.

It is true that the Church wants to see me dead, Franz...

but what should I be afraid of an old friend just because you became a franciscan?

Don't tell me that you take on electronic music.

German music is enough for me...

or what it will be when the get rid of the jews.

How and who will do that? What is your iron man?

Takes a lot to come.

Is already here, Franz...

it is already here. See.

Once I dreamed about the revolution, Franz; I was a communist...

he believed that a leader emerged from the people and lead to freedom.

But that man does not exist, such a thing is just a stupid dream. No, Franz...

we need a superman.

Such a creature will never emerge a woman, Franz; such a creature must be... you created!

Do with science and a lot of junk?

They say that music is the Gay Science, Franz.

My music and my philosophy will give you life!

It Einstein! It Goldstein! I Nichstein!

It Silverstein! Don Finkelstein! It engelstein assistant to!

Don Gluckstein! It Goldstein!

- Oh Stein! - What?

- Oh Stein!!! - oh, Good boy!

O Beckstein! It Goldstein!

Don Gluckstein!

And perhaps, even, a couple of Cohens!

It Stein!!!

Oh Stein!

Ah! a "stein"...

Look at my creation, Franz, is it not pride?

So much power! It's so much majesty! Oh so much grace!

Advances, advances, Siegfried, ejected to the Beast of our glorious motherland.

I re-ignite the flames of the unity of the germans!

I think he is doing a pee.

Ends.

- Leave It! - Maybe you need another thing.

There is more work ahead.

I don't think it's going to continue for many; it seems a comic book character.

Exact. Should I remodel...

and modernize their clothes.

But what of your soul, Richard? What is a leader without a soul?

Was counting on you to do this, Franz. That is your business, buy and sell souls.

You're wrong signature, just to save mine.

A pity; I thought that you could help me.

For the music that I heard, it seems to me that you got something from my help.

All work beautiful must be shared, Franz.

Prepare me a "Bloody Mary", what do you want?

Wine, women and soul... we share many interests, Franz.

And what about my daughter, my money and my music? There is much to rob me.

I thought that the franciscans, they gave up everything to make your vow of poverty.

Or is it that habit that you're wearing just another disguise, as your old costumes of Hungarian...

maybe? To your health.

Why did you come?

The Pope sent me to exorcizarte. You just drink holy water.

And it worked! Have you lost faith, Franz?

Without a doubt, the Church has lost its faith in you.

I put my faith in the wrong place: I had to do it in my music, not in holy water.

I never lost faith in your music, Franz.

Not once!

I needed to give life to my creature.

And if you do not give your soul, then I'll have to take it.

Your work is the creation of Satan, but my music away.

I'm dying...

You are the one guilty of this along with your decadent religion.

You destroyed the life of my mother, my life, and now you want to destroy him...

but will not do so.

- Dear, you look very bad. - Silence...

I have little time, listen carefully to my words.

Don cosima!

How does it feel, father, to be completely forgotten?

The biggest fiasco music of the NINETEENTH century.

This is for leaving me an orphan...

and this, by leaving me a widow.

No, Wagner, returns to Hell, where you belong.

It Hans!

Beautiful music!

It is beautiful. I recognized a theme that Wagner took prest... stole.

It was welcome to do so; I had many more.

I don't care who took it, but I would like to do with it something horrible.

Let's say the truth, all we did things pretty horrible... and selfish.

The bad thing is dead and buried; the best of us is still alive with his music...

which all the world will be able to enjoy...

Forever.

Amen.

What are we going to do with Richard?

I at least I have someone to pray for my soul, but he doesn't have who to save.

- Where are you now? - Well, destroyed almost the entire world...

and now is destroying Berlin.

I think we need to save him from his suffering...

you are giving music a bad name.

Josephine.

Lola.

Marie.

Cosima.

Caroline.

Effi.

George.

Here we go!

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... ¡Fire!