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ONCE YOU FORGIVE SOMEONE
FOR EVERYTHING,

YOU'RE THROUGH WITH THAT PERSON.

Somewhere near Vienna

FOR RENT

Good evening.

RENTED

Therapy for a Vampire

Finished.
- I want to see it.

No, it has to dry first.

Let me see!

Who's that?
- What do you mean? Why?

You did it again.

It suits you better.
- But I don't like it!

Are you jealous of her?

It was the last time. I promise.

Swear it.
- Swearing is against my principles.

Ouch, no biting. That's not fair.
- Swear it!

I swear.
- Say the full sentence!

I swear

I'll never paint
a false picture of you again.

Ouch!

Have you got
the young damsel on the tree?

Yes, I've got that.

All right.

Then the tree turns
into a hybrid creature of wolf and man.

The young damsel
is now lying in a cave on a big rock,

and the mythical creatures
lurk around her with excitement.

She feels lust and guilt
at the same time.

This could interest a wider audience.

I must ask for your absolute discretion
regarding these dream illustrations.

In 100 years, you're free
to talk about them as much as you like.

These are just sketches.
I'll do the final drawings later.

For you.

Who is it?
- A fantasy.

Every fantasy is a wish fulfillment,

a correction
of one's unsatisfying reality.

Why are you giving me that?
- To thank you for giving me work.

It's a picture of your girlfriend.
And she doesn't like it.

You've got scratch marks.

The paint hasn't dried yet,
but it's already damaged.

You complained about your girlfriend
wearing trousers,

wearing no makeup,

and wearing her hair in a bun.

But it suits her.

Excuse me, Professor.

Count Köz... Köch...

He made a donation
to the psychoanalytical press.

He's here.
- All right.

Thank you, Paula.

Please excuse me.
I didn't want to disturb you.

Count Geza won Közsnöm.
- Count van Közsnöm. Of course.

I hope you didn't have to wait too long.

Allow me to thank you
for your generous donation.

You saved our publishing house
from financial embarrassment.

So, what brings you here?

I'm not good at self-reflection.

I need your help.

I feel old and tired.

I've seen everything.

There's nothing left for me to discover.

I no longer have a thirst for life.

Even food...

bores and wearies me.
It's monotonous, like everything else.

My blood flows
languidly and cold through my veins.

I'm fed up with this everlasting night.

This eternal darkness, swallowing me up.

I long for light.

Bright light,

Where I can disappear and dissolve.

Dissolve into thin air. Vanish.

One, two, three... five... fourteen...

Twenty-eight.

The treatment will take quite some time.

Regardless of your donation,
it's 100 schillings an hour.

A treatment for nothing
brings nothing.

Will you be in Vienna for a while?

But due to my circumstances,
I can only visit you in the evening.

What do you do for a living?

I'm...

a count.

CUTTING UP BEEF THE VIENNESE WAY

Is there something in my eye?
- No.

Are you sure?

There's something in her eye.

So there is something?
- No...

For me?

For you.

I'm hungry.

What did you do with the painting?

I burned it out of love for you.

Where is it?

At the professors

At the professors?

You really do show him everything.
- He sees everything anyway.

Can I have a look at this?
- No.

Thanks for your trust!
- I know you.

You have something to hide, not me.

What do you mean? It's work.
It's between the professor and me.

You and your professor.

Do you talk about us... at work?
- We discuss more important things.

I meant the professor's work.
Of course you're important to me.

That's new.
Come on. I'm just a model to you!

Miss Sedlacek?
- I dropped something.

I can't find it.

The presence of my wife
bothers me most of all.

We've been together too long.

Do you have a mistress?

I don't need a third woman in my life.

Third woman?

There's only one for me.

It was long before I met my wife.

I lost her
due to unfortunate circumstances.

I waited for her so many years.

But now I've buried my hopes.

She was the only person
who made my existence bearable.

This other lady...

Nadila.

Nadila.

Why have you given up hope
of seeing her again?

Hundreds of years have gone by
since she departed.

Without any sign she might return.

And she promised me she would!

Nadila has been dead
for hundreds of years?

“We know that the dead
are mighty rulers.”

Totem and Taboo, Chapter 4.

I didn't mean it like that.

The true meaning of this sentence
hasn't been grasped yet.

Maybe you underestimate
its depth yourself.

Nadila... How did she die?

Dervishes beheaded her,
in Constantinople.

Why?

She was a woman with a thirst for life.

She made me what I am today.

What are you today?

That's why I'm here.
I'm not myself. Or what I used to be.

That's my problem.

Life's lost its bite.

Have you talked about Nadila
with your wife?

My wife!

She'll be expecting me.

I hate her.

I've so much more to say.
Tomorrow at 8 pm?

All right. Tomorrow evening, 8 p.m.

Quick. Before the countess gets here.

60% virgin.

40% nightclub dancer.

I want a bit of fun with the next one,
before I tap her.

Just make sure you don't get the police
on our tail again.

So you had dinner already.

It really spurts out
with the young ones.

I detest the bloody mess.

Drive on.

Don't you find me attractive?
You haven't said anything today.

But I tell you every night.
Every single night.

What do you want to hear?
- How do I look?

No.

Whose fault is it
I can't see myself?

Is it my fault
you don't remember your face?

How should I?
All I ever see is yours.

Tell me how I look
or you can sleep at the cemetery tonight.

The slightest touch of your lips
starts a passionate fire within me.

Say something about my nose.

When you're excited,
the wings of your nose tremble softly.

Like a rose petal in the sunset.
- Say it again.

Enough. You're beautiful and perfect.
Isn't that enough?

You find me boring and unappealing.

Then help me see myself again.
I'm desperate!

I want to see myself.

I want to see myself at last.

I know.

Can you flip it for me?

What?
- I forgot my beef recipe book.

I'll be back in a minute.

Just flip it around, okay?

Okay, I will... later.

“Just flip it around.”

I have to thank you.

But...

These aren't my fantasies.

I realized
what I've missed out on all these years.

Or rather,

what I've missed out on with you.

All that effort,
just to tell me this?

I won't let you out looking like that.

What's up?
Off to the kitchen, I'm hungry!

Why can't she see herself in the mirror?

Shes never reflected on that.
- Interesting.

A scopophobia of herself.

I'd like to take a look at that.

But there's nothing to see.

How about asking a painter to help?

They can often portray things
you don't see in a mirror.

No one has ever managed
to paint her face.

Some painters are better than others.

Who is that?

Viktor Huma.
An extraordinary young artist.

I meant the lady in the picture.
- His girlfriend.

Where can I find this painter?

It's just
what the professors patients dream.

I just draw them for him.

They all dream of me then?

A delivery for this address.

They must be
from the baker down the street.

Franz was all lovestruck when he saw me.

Thanks.

“To the most beautiful woman in town.
Butcher Johann.”

Shall I kneel down before you now?
- Yes, that would be a start.

Nadila!

Somethings at the window.

Probably one of your admirers.

There was something out there
staring at me.

You'll have to sweet-talk the wine dealer.
It was our last bottle.

Now she's got me where she wants me:
on my knees.

Amazing.

I flew.

I flew!

Lucy.

Count Geza von Közsnöm.

Can we do that again?

Lucy?

Lucy!
- That idiot.

What are you doing?
- Going for drinks with an old friend.

You're out of wine.

I need a strong drink now.
- Shall we?

She drives me crazy!

How lucky you were there.

I once met someone...

and I'd given up hope
of ever seeing her again long ago.

Old Miss Sedlacek
from the ground floor?

Do join me for a cognac at my palace.
- Lucy!

My life was in your hands, so why not?

I'll see you at my palace.
- You're not coming...

Let me out!

Lucy!

What's the matter?

Something wrong with my makeup?
- I've found someone.

Someone who can paint you.

Not another amateur!
Why do you think he can do it?

My dear,
some painters are better than others.

Who is he? Probably another old fool.

He's an extraordinary artist.

A young man.

He uses a new and special technique.

You just want to get rid of me.

I'm getting on your nerves.

It's a special method
developed in Vienna.

It can reveal
the true likeness of a woman.

Of course, if it's inconvenient,
I can cancel it.

A new method?

Recommended
by a famous reflections expert.

Where's this artist?
Bring him here. Quick!

No, you have to go to him.
- But I'm already in my nightgown.

He needs his own environment.
It inspires him.

All right.

How do I look?

Nadila!

“My dear, I can't escape the dervishes
and now face my end without regrets.

Do not despair.

One day, after my death,

you will meet a woman
who will be my reincarnation.

With your help
I will be resurrected in this woman.

Drink her pure blood
on the first full moon

after meeting her.

No sooner, no later.

She must let you do it
of her own free will.

She must wish to be bitten by you
while she is fully conscious.

Or it will be all in vain.”

Thanks for nothing.

No, not that way.

I'm so sorry!
My driver's planting a herb garden here.

This is my only dress!

I'll gladly take you back.

Like this?

It's over. It's not over.

It's over. It's not over.

It's...

...over.

It's open.

Are you Viktor Huma?

Yes.
- I have work for you. May I come in?

Yes.

Can you say it?

Say what?
- That I may come in.

Of course. Come in.

Take a good look at my face.

I want you to paint it
with your new method, just as it is.

With all its imperfections.
I insist on that.

There won't be much to paint then.

I can't see any imperfections.

Countess Elsa von Közsnöm.
- Viktor Huma.

62 coins as a down payment.

Tell me about your technique.

My technique?

Is it the brush or your hand?
How long will it take?

It varies.

Will we manage it in one night?

It depends on the pose.
If it's not too tricky...

I want it traditional. From the front.

I've never worn anything like this.

Whose dress is it?

It's almost like it was made for me.

Well, now it's yours.

From Napoleon's private cellar.

How did you get it?

I was an overnight guest there.

If you manage to paint me,

you'll become immortal.

Miss Sedlacek.

Up so late?
- Yes.

Johann from the dairy shop asked me

to bring Miss Lucy
this box of candy today.

Personally.

I hope I'm not interrupting you.

I thought that was Miss Lucy.

Where is your fiancée then?

The lady and I are Working.

I see...
- And I'm not engaged.

Neighbors!

Good night.
- I...

I'll tell Miss Lucy tomorrow

that I delivered something for her.

Good night, madam.

Help!

Thank you.

You must not tell Lucy
that such a beautiful woman was here.

That you caught me with her.

Caught in the act, so to say.

No. I won't say a word.

This Napoleon is full-bodied.

Full-bodied, but good.

Imagine that we have met before.

Many years ago.

Before Napoleon was born.

I'd remember that.

We meet in Hungary,
on the border to Romania.

You read people's fortunes,
with the help of mirrors.

I've never been to Hungary.

Someone curses you and you can't see
anything in a mirror. Ever again.

Not even yourself.
- But I can see myself.

But now you have unknown powers
opening up a whole new world to you.

The cognac.
- You escape to Transylvania.

I've got to go home.

You are tired.

You feel your legs sagging.

You sit down again.

Your eyelids get heavier
and droop as you get tired.

You can hardly keep your eyes open.

There's no point in resisting sleep.

It's...

so nice

to let yourself glide
into the safety and warmth of darkness.

You close your eyes.

Did you hurt yourself?

I'll be back tomorrow evening at 8.

I can carry on.

Stay, please.

It's dangerous for a beautiful lady,

all on her own
in the middle of the night.

Klaus-Heinrich?

I had to cross the desert of time
to find you.

You are the one I lost.

When I knock three times,
you will wake up

and recognize your love
for the man you see.

Stoking the fire of your emotions
and awakening your passion.

One, two...

Geza, where are you?
- Damn it!

Geza? Is it you?

I did what you told me.

I didn't bite the painter,

but two others instead.

And they were full of schnapps.

You need to rest.

Darling...
- Do I look worn out?

You're as beautiful as you were...
just now.

You and your beauty,

you both grow with every night.

You old flatterer!

To preserve your beauty,
you need to rest now.

I'll bring you to bed.

Just when it gets nice,
I have to go to sleep?

You'll fall asleep
like in a cold winter night.

And I'll keep you company.

When I knock three times,
you will wake up

and recognize your love
for the man you see.

Sweetheart.

Come and lie with me for a minute.

You need your rest now.

Then hold my hand until I fall asleep.

Of course, my dear.

Sweetheart!

You are tired. Your eyelids
grow heavy in the moonlight.

And you fall asleep.
- Don't do it!

It really means something this time!

She loves me.

Who would fall in love with you?
Imbecile!

Bat-winged old bastard!

You will forget everything
that happened yesterday and tonight.

You are who you were before.

You will have no memory

of events after yesterday morning.

And?

Did your old friend send you back home?

Why did you push me away?
- Why? What do you think?

That you're crazy.

You waltz back in here
as if nothing's happened!

What are you talking about?

Why am I here anyway?

What did you do to my hair?
Have you lost your mind?

Where are my trousers?

And this dress? What did you do to me?

Ask your old friend.
Maybe he knows about your trousers.

You're more perverted than I thought.
- Really?

If anyone is “an old friend”,
it's you from now on.

The day before yesterday... today.

You look wonderful today.

Don't bother.

You didn't
even close the coffin properly.

It was almost daylight in there!

You know how bad that is for my skin.

Drive carefully!
Or I'll look for a new driver!

Enough!

Ew! It tastes
like the blood of an old diabetic!

Imbecile!

I hate bloodstains.
Now I have to get changed.

No one will disturb us tonight.
- Wait. I can't paint you.

You're giving up?
- I need to know you better.

To depict your personality properly.

You want to get to know me?
- Yes.

I thought we could have a bite
before we started.

I thought we'd be through tonight.

If you're through with someone...

I mean, if you dine with someone,
you can find out a lot about her.

I need to know more about you
to finish the picture tonight,

or my method won't work.

I don't eat.

And if you don't finish tonight,
I will kill you.

With my method.

I can live with that.

You go. I won't serve them.

Isn't that your boyfriend
with another woman?

Oh, really?

Does this mean

you're available now?

It means... I'm at war.

Good evening.

A glass of wine or champagne?

You're cold. A tea, perhaps?
- Nothing.

A steak with garlic sauce,
potatoes and a beer.

No garlic sauce.

Of course. I get it.

Who knows what the night will bring.

With pepper sauce,
and my regards to the kitchen.

At your service, sir.

Tell me about yourself.
How did you find me?

Darling, eat your steak
and then you'll paint me.

We're not getting anywhere like this.

And? Who is the old lady?

A cousin.

Don't be so stingy.

He likes dipping his bread.

Bon appétit.

I'll make mincemeat of him!

From now on,
we're using my method.

You have an hour. I want results!

Good evening.

The young lady
was so friendly yesterday.

So I came back.

Yesterday?
- It must have been while I was out.

When you burned the meat.
- When was that?

Before you went to the hairdresser.
- Hairdresser?

Can I still order something
or is it too late?

Sorry. Please sit down.

Count Geza von Közsnöm.

Steak, a thick one.

Bloody. No side dishes.

Your meat.

I know you.

I'm sure I've seen you before.

Yesterday, here.

I know you from somewhere else.

I hope it's a good memory.

I'd like another one.

Maybe a bit less cooked.

Of course.

Sweetheart.

It must be overdone by now.

You remember me again.

Your beloved,

with whom you will spend
the rest of your life.

The love that struck us

is such a rare gift.

While you're down there
think about why hypnosis doesn't work

when the person is drugged.

It must be all this stress.

I don't mean you. It's a private matter.

I'll give you your money back.

You'll paint me, or I'll get angry.

Your blood pressures high.

No wonder you can't concentrate.

A little pressure does wonders.

The gas wasn't turned off properly.

He just needs some rest.

So you just saved my life?

Anything else I can do for you?

Air... I need fresh air.

Certainly.

The evening
turned out so nice after all.

It'll be full moon soon.

Something just bit me.

It's dangerous out here.

Let's go to a safer place.

Finished.

I'm beautiful.

I'm beautiful.

From Napoleon's private cellar.

I feel like I've been here before.

Maybe I'm losing my memory.

Or you're getting it back. Who knows?

Sometimes things rise from the depths

of your memories...

Something or someone...

Someone you'd forgotten long ago.

Someone I can't forget.

Nadila.

The way you say that name...

It's like a voice from a dream.

As if she were sitting here with me.

As if I could hear her.

Geza!

It's me.
- I know her.

She looks like me.

You know each other?
- But she doesn't look like me.

Who is she?
- She is...

Where's Viktor?
- She's Viktor's girlfriend.

Was it Viktor's idea?
- Yes... No.

You wanted
to get yourself a new playmate,

and fob me off with the painter,

who can only think of this little slut.

Not the cold water...

Not now.

What's the matter?

What is it?

I flew through the air and was suddenly
on the wardrobe with her next to me.

She's a vampire, an undead.

She has no reflection. I saw it.

She didn't even realize
I hadn't painted her portrait.

She threw me up in the air
and tried to bite me.

I'll give you a sedative.

You can sleep here tonight.

Maybe it was a mistake
to make you paint my patients' dreams.

With a young,
imaginative artist like you,

dreams like that
can leave a deep impression.

But it all happened!

What happens sometimes

is that we mix things up
we've heard from others

with events
we've actually experienced ourselves.

I could do with something as well.

DREAM PILLS

“Best before end of 1900.”

Never mind.

What an interesting effect.

This is the safest place for her.
- Safe from what?

But this is my painter's girlfriend.

This is Nadila.

I've found her at last.

I have no time to explain.
I need to find my servant.

She urgently needs a transfusion.

This is a case for the clinic.

She can't go to the hospital.
It would attract too much attention.

I didn't mean the young lady.

Nosferatu.

Have you heard that before?
- We should go how.

Me and my wife, we are Nosferatu.

My wife's bite is transforming her.

If you are Nosferatu

why don't you want her to be one too?

Because... Because I...

I need to get my servant.
He knows all about transfusions.

Not from my window!

The effects of the dream pills

must be closely scrutinized.

Radul?

Radul?

I need to take care of something.

One, two, three...

Keep calm or you'll lose count.

507, no... Two, three, four... 799...

“The Species of Sac-winged Bats”.

“Vampires
and their obsessive love of counting”.

“White teeth, sharp and long,

and an insatiable urge to drink blood.”

Professor?

Lucy?

Viktor.

Something crazy has happened.
- I can see that.

You, in his bed?
- First I was scared, but it's great.

That old geezer?
- Get a grip and listen!

I'm turning into a vampire.

Sure. Why are you in his bed?
- He looked after me.

Enough. I know I made a mistake, but...
- Listen to me!

What are you doing in his bed?

All right...

Lucy, What are you doing?

No, don't!
Lucy, I love you!

Don't do it!

I almost jumped.

Do you believe me now?
- Go to hell!

Viktor, I...

I can fly!

That's not normal.

That's not normal.
- But you wanted me to be different.

But now
I don't want you to be different.

Not different like that anyway.

Why can't you just accept me
the way I am?

I can't. That's not normal!

You can be different too.

We could fly together.

And see what will happen in 100 years.
- This here is enough for me.

You could be my mirror, and I'd be yours.

Let's go to the hospital.

I'm sure the doctors
have a cure for this.

Say what you shouted
out of the window again.

You look so beautiful.

So different.

Say it.

I...

I...

Viktor?

Viktor?

I hate leaving loose ends untied.

946,742.

946,743.

I thought we could have a bite
before we start.

Over dinner,
you can find out a lot about a person.

I need a little aperitif.

Before I rip out her heart.

Do something!
- Why don't we just fly away?

Sorry, but my hands are tied right now!

It's your old friend from yesterday.
- I can't remember yesterday.

It's him. I saw him!

And what about you and the countess?

She just drank my blood.
- That's pretty intimate!

You think shes interested in you?
- You have no idea who she is.

You want to take care of this girl?
You haven't bitten anyone in ages!

You only drink bottled blood.

Let me see!
- I Want to see your old friend.

But I only met him today!

And then went home with him!

I wanted to know
why he seemed so familiar.

And you dumped me.
- You dumped me!

I didn't...
- Silence!

Was that really necessary?

What's happening now?

He's counting candy.

You have to stop it.

Hurry, please.

But I'm not finished yet.

And that one...

45...

148...

Finished.

Is she dead?

We have to hurry.
You need a transfusion.

What if I want to stay the way I am?
- You can't!

You didn't want me the way I was anyway!

You weren't the way I wanted.
But I'm not the way I was anymore.

I want you the way you were

before I wanted you
to be the way I wanted.

She can't be something she never was.

And what is she then?
- She'll see. When she is what she was.

Then she can be what she is,
but never was.

It's all lies.
- I need time!

We have to hurry!
- I'm going on my own.

On her own, she said!

What do you want from her?
Leave her alone!

You don't even know her true face.

Yes?

Professor, the young man is here again.

Lucy has disappeared.

You disappeared too.

What do you know about the count?

I had nightmares about that all night.

I should never have recommended you.

Lucy's becoming a vampire.

The countess tried to kill us,
but impaled herself and turned to dust.

Lucy jumped out of the window
and flew away and so did the count.

I must find her.
She has to become normal again.

But what's normal, Viktor?

I need his address.
- I can't give it to you.

He is my patient.

I must respect
doctor-patient confidentiality.

Viktor?

I'm extremely concerned about you.

You look terrible.

You really need to rest.

What was the count's address again?

Palaisweg 1, Kahlenberg.

Damn it!

Doesn't it work anymore?

You have to change me back immediately.

You want to fly?

Of your own free will?

My sweetheart?

Where are you?

It's antique Byzantine handicraft.

Very nice.

And, now what?

Let's look at these things another time.

Would you wear this for me?

Didn't we want to talk about flying?
- After you've put this on.

Okay, but that's it then.

Lets get down to business.

What's the matter?

Let's not overdo things.

Don't you want to see yourself?

But she looks like me

with my new haircut and hair color,
plucked eyebrows,

new makeup and this dress.

You want
to turn me into another woman, too.

Not into another one,
but the real one.

The woman you really are
and always have been:

Nadila.

This is about me,
not this Danila woman!

Nadila.

Of course it's about you.
Without you, there's no Nadila.

But there is me without Danila.
- NA-dila.

For once and for all:

I want to fly as Lucy,
not as someone else.

Make up your mind.

Viktor?
- My sweetheart!

And who's this?
- I don't know him.

This idiot gave me a transfusion.
- Then we should thank him.

Stop it! He has to change me back.
- Are you crazy?

Anyway...

What's this dress?
Where are your trousers?

The queen of the night
doesn't wear trousers.

She wears what she wants.

Let me know when you're done
discussing my clothes.

You won't get her, feeble old bat.

Lucy?
- My sweetheart!

That's enough now!

Come down at once,
and let the young lady go!

You're far too old for her.

Do you really think it'll last?

Lucy or Danila?

Lucila?

Come down now!

Viktor!

All because you
didn't want to be Lucila.

This is not normal.

Some time later...

“A vampires bite can be lethal

and transform the victim
unless the victims heart is removed.

The bite of an immature vampire
does not result in transformation

but has several side effects

that still need to be researched.”

Please, come in.

I am the queen,
the queen of the night...

Wake up.

Did I do it again?
- Then you're no use during the day.

What about us?
- You promised to accept me how I am.

But this isn't you!
- So now you decide when I'm me?

Come down.

No comment about my new hairdo?
- But you change it all the time!

Whose fault is it
I can't find the right hairdo?

Is it my fault
you can't see your old one anymore?

Tell me how it looks
or you can sleep at the professors