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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.

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

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

<-O -> - do you Know why? <-O->- Is a
scoundrel.

A rogue. We will, my dear.

<-O -> - do you Want a drink? <-O ->
- Hey, Liszt!

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

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

<-O -> - O Mendelssohn! <-O -> - 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.

<-O -> - Oh, God! <-O->- Franz...

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

<-O -> - Look! <-O -> - 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?

<-O->- Hector Berlioz. <-O->- 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!

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

<-O->- I am Strauss. <-O -> - really?
How Johann Strauss?

No! I Levi Strauss!

<-O->- Sir, are you Frederic Chopin?
<-O->- Yes.

<-O->- My name is Richa... <-O->- 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...

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

<-O->- These are the important ones.
<-O->- Thanks, Hans.

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

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

<-O->- you May touch something of
yours today. <-O -> - 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...

<-O -> - do Hints him that Lola
Montez is a "deductible"? <-O->-
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!

<-O -> - do This evening is...? <-O
-> - 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?

<-O->- Guess where I come from.
- Of Hungary.

<-O -> - what And who is today the
night? <-O->- 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.

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

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

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

<-O -> - oh, What the heck, they are
the two! <-O->- 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.

<-O->- you Were a good company.
<-O->- 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.

<-O -> - oh To hell with taxes!
<-O->- '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?

<-O->- Think that would make them
laugh. <-O -> - 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...

<-O->- ... they did not see the funny
side. <-O->- 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!

<-O->- come on, show me how to climb.
<-O->- 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!

<-O -> - Quiet! <-O->- 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?

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

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

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

<-O -> - What? What I miss? <-O->-
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.

<-O->- He spoke while I was
playing... <-O -> - What?

... Your Highness.

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

<-S -> - AND WHAT? <-O->- 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?

<-O -> - Oh, Bunk! <-O -> - 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".

<-O -> - what Was your business
manager, isn't it? <-O->- 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.

<-O -> - do you Want to enter the
kingdom of Heaven? <-O->- 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.

<-O -> - Do You Pray? <-O->- 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.

<-O->- Your soul dwells in your
flesh. Now... <-O -> - Not!

<-O->- ... you have to pay the price.
<-O -> - 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!

<-O -> - why did he do that? <-O->-
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.

<-O->- Only with a condition. <-O ->
- " Yes, dear?

<-O->- 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?

<-O->- A funeral march. <-O -> - 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.

<-O->- 10.000 crowns. <-O -> - how to
10,000?

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

<-O->- I don't have a penny. <-O -> -
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.

<-O -> - What happened? <-O->- 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.

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

But, oh, she yes!

My last pamphlet.

<-O -> - oh Dear, in the end what
happened! <-O -> - 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.

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

and who also happens to be the
daughter of Liszt.

<-O->- my name is Cosima. <-O->- go,
Go...

<-O -> - 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.

<-O -> - why have you come? <-O->-
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.

<-S -> - And how do you know? <-O->-
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.

<-O -> - When is a scarf and not a
veil? <-O->- 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.

<-O->- I will be a priest. <-O -> -
Do You? What priest?

<-O->- I do Not play priest,
better... an abbot. <-O -> - 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.

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

<-O -> - Let St Franz Liszt! <-O -> -
you Should become a franciscan!

I may preach to the birds, right?

You will be able to walk on water.

<-S -> - And what is in the air? <-O
-> - 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?

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

renounced his faith, and was married
to the Antichrist.

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

<-O->- With Satan himself: Richard
Wagner. <-O -> - 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.

<-S -> - And what can I do, Holy
Father? <-O->- 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.

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

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

Where are you going?

<-O->- I have to drown to Wagner in
holy water. <-O -> - 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?

<-O -> - oh, Where is the castle of
Wagner! <-O -> - 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. <-O -> - what is your
music? You're delirious.

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

<-O->- Well, I shall lay low and then
we will leave. <-O -> - 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!!!

<-O->- I am his prophet. <-O->- You
are his prophet.

<-O->- She is his maid. <-O->- 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.

<-O->- You will be the supreme race.
<-O->- 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!

<-O -> - Oh Stein! <-O -> - What?

<-O -> - Oh Stein!!! <-O -> - 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.

<-O -> - 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.

<-O->- Dear, you look very bad.
<-O->- 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.

<-O -> - Where are you now? <-O->-
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!