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Help!

From now on you should be content with that, my love.

You have enjoyed your lover for the last time.

But your love for me is dead ...

And soon equally it will be that of l.

I'm begging you, do not kill him! Give me the divorce.

And leave the name of the d'Agoult covered in mud? Never.

Perd nalo, Francois! Do not cut your ... genius in its splendor.

Ah, as is what you call it?

Do not worry. I do not intend to stain my leaf with the blood of a commoner.

I have a better punishment in mind, and more suitable for the crime he committed.

Whatever your destination, I want to share it

All right, you've made your own bed ...

so that you will lie in it.

I hired you to teach him music to the countess, and you taught her carnal pleasure.

Lock them!

Maybe this teaches you to not ride on the piano.

Francois, Francois, mercy, pity!

Down!

Close it!

Where is my opera?

It's the young man who wrote the pera about ancient Rome.

I'll take care of it.

Very good, leave it, is with us

Come here

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

I always thought that people who like it Brahms has no idea of ​​music ...

- Do you know why? - He's a scoundrel.

A scoundrel. Come on, dear.

- Do you want a drink? - Hey, Liszt!

My opera ... did not it seem like a masterpiece?

Well, to be honest, I remembered a lot ... Mendelssohn.

- Mendelssohn! - Someone called me?

So you're the Jew who only write music with a cash register.

Music is music, it is a means of subsistence.

- Oh, for God's sake! - Franz ...

Why the long hair, and above you never eat anything?

- Look! - Are you interested in the opera? That's Rossini.

My name is Rich ...

Another young man who does not eat! Look at his face! And this young man from here?

- Hector Berlioz. - I'm Richard Wagn ...

Why do not you eat something, Hector?

You'll see, someday fall sick because he does not eat.

Eat!

It's true that, when Liszt was a boy, I played the sonata "Luz de luna" before Beethoven ...

and the composer himself got up and kissed him?

In effect, Beethoven kissed the boy ...

when I was deaf already like a post.

Ah, Schumann!

- Are you Robert Schumann? - No, that's Schumann ...

- I'm Strauss. - Really? Johann Strauss?

No! Levi Strauss!

- Sir, are you Frederic Chopin? - Yes.

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

with Madame George Sand.

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

Of course you are, little boy ...

Oh, Christ!

Excuse me, teacher, but its function I had to start 30 minutes ago.

I will not want you to offend to my guest, right?

No, no, I just thought it would be good mention it. When you are ready, teacher.

What a delight ...

- Produce Liszt my opera? - He's a pianist, not an entrepreneur.

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

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

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

- It may touch something of yours today. - Something else?

Yes, I will improvise a fantasy about some of your topics to make them known.

Together with all that fashionable garbage, as "Chopsticks"?

We are in the show business, fool.

S , because for you the piano It's just a ... bitch!

Yes, and every penny earned today by that bitch I will go to a monument of your beloved Beethoven ...

that your beloved compatriots so kindly forgot to build.

Once you have deducted your earnings ...

- Insin a l that Lola Montez is "deductible"? - Give me a drink, love.

Either way, What does the piano matter to you?

Read this. The piano is an instrument of revolution!

I forgot my music!

Never forget anything.

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

Franz Liszt! Franz Liszt!

- This night is from ...? - Beethoven!

And before paying tribute to the great Ludwig ...

I would like to play a composition of a compatriot of his.

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

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

Oh, Richard, stand up, say hello a little.

Enough, it's my show.

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

He is a great genius.

How do I know? He told me, did not he, Richard?

Richard wrote an opera about an ancient Roman called "Rienzi".

This is the arrangement I made of it.

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

"Chopsticks"! "Chopsticks"!

"Chopsticks"! "Chopsticks"!

Thank you!

Ladies, Richard Wagner!

Where are you going, Richard?

- Guess where I'm from. - From Hungary.

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

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

of the great flood that devastated Hungary last year.

Well, together we have 800,000 Franks to help the needy.

And this is a sign of your gratitude.

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

I want to give them personally thank you in my name and my people.

And I will touch especially for you a fantasy about the melodies that he heard as a child ...

played by my gypsy friends in the vast plains of Hungary.

Hungr a! Hungr a!

Let me pass, I love him! Let me go!

Touch!

For God's sake, get rid of her!

Oh, my God! Franz!

"Franz, look, behind you!

My dear, it's our baby!

Oh, for God's sake!

Is not it charming?

It's our son, Franz! Please!

I wanted him to be his godfather.

Diamonds?

Oh, yes!

Millionaire

Very promising actress.

All !

Princess.

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

I'm afraid you're indisposed today. Said Visit it when you go to St. Petersburg.

- Well, let her be the millionaire. - The actress is much more beautiful.

- What the hell, it's two! - After us.

Writing a symphony?

Doing the accounts?

I am writing a book.

I am designing an own coat of arms.

The King of Hungary will honor me with another title.

The number one son of Hungary. And he does not speak a single word of his language.

It's not my fault, I was on tours since I was a kid.

Par els elite will laugh a lot.

They should be more careful, or they did not your bloody grandparents the revolution?

The titles, dear, have never made aristocrats of plebeians.

And how did you get so low? that you fucked with one of them?

Well, I believed in you then.

You just believed in my hard penis, which your ex-husband did not have.

In my place it could have been any other.

Who? I do not complain about being your lover, I complain about being one among all your lovers.

Your ex was a coward.

It was way below of your dignity to touch you.

Nobody walks today killing servants. That's all you were, remember?

A pianist hired to teach to a bored wife ...

Keep your fingers busy.

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

And what about you?

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

- You were a good company. - Your music was not that bad either.

You know you do not make money by writing, I need to give concerts.

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

Take me with you on your tours.

Remember the scandal when did we go to London?

It's not my fault that the English be so prudish.

The taxes will take everything from me.

- To hell with the taxes! - I'm not going to put my children in suitcases.

Your children? When you are at home you do not even see them, you do not even know if they are alive or dead.

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

Envu lveme in the heat of your love. Only you can make me happy.

You are my heavenly refuge of this terrible world that surrounds me.

I live when I think of you. Just anxious to pass with you wonderful hours of happiness.

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

Hello mom, hello dad!

We found a lot of your letters in the tico, full of dust and tied ...

Is not it funny?

What happens?

- We thought I would make them laugh. - Evil girl!

Blondine and Daniel, Where are they hiding?

Every time your brothers get in in trouble you're always after it ...

It is always your fault.

Blondine, Daniel ...

they can go down, it's over ...

- ... they did not see the funny side. - If we go down, they'll put us in bed.

It's not fair, mam , It was the worst thing that made us do it.

Are they on the roof?

It is perfectly safe. Let's go there, you can hear everything.

"Evil girl!" You will be punished for this, and you will have to clean up all that disaster.

Do not move, stay where you are!

- Come on, show me how they go up. - It's easy ...

We climb the stairs, we take the corridor, We passed the back door, we entered the ictico ...

[Dream of love / Liebestr ume]

Oh, love, oh, love ...

as much as love is young ...

so that love is young.

Oh, love, oh, love ...

as long as life lasts ...

as long as life lasts.

The time will come when we will cry ...

remembering the love and the past pleasures ...

the time will come when we will cry ...

remembering the past pleasures.

Oh, love, sweet love ...

as much as love is young ...

as long as life lasts.

Oh, love, sweet love ...

as much as love is young ...

as long as life lasts.

God!

- Silence! - Okay.

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

Other tour? What work of charity does he have this time?

The one that starts at home, remember?

If you leave again without us There will no longer be a house.

It is a presentation requested by the Czar Nicol s. It's in St. Petersburg; I have to go.

All that luggage for just one presentation?

They have never heard me play in Russia; I need to have good publicity there.

And while you're taking Moscow, Napoleon, I should stay here at home sitting ...

like Josephine saving your cuts Press and knitting your gloves.

It will not be cold, love, Not with all those Russians.

Oh, God!

Hans has already packed everything.

And I pul your sword. Why? Do you want it, to kill the critics?

Time kills all critics, dear. Put those scores in the suitcase, will you?

Why do not you make something nice for mom?

- I must sell my soul to achieve it. - Be careful, someone could hear you.

Who, the Devil? Better be that you mention me in your prayers.

- Will you take care of mam while I'm not there? - You'll be out for a long time?

- What? Will you miss me? - Not while I can play with your doll.

Do not use it as a pillow of pins, huh?

Do not worry, daddy, and you will write beautiful melodies again.

I will pray to God every night so you can see the Devil ...

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

Adi s.

Princess Caroline told me that when I was in St. Petersburg, came ...

so here I am.

You will approximate to His Majesty on his knees ...

and you will stay like that until she gave you permission to get up.

Hey, wait! Hey!

Oh, shit!

Oh, Christ!

You look almost like Ad n, but he was a peaceful man.

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

Silence! Have you forgotten the protocol?

Well? I thought you would be familiar with the label.

His Majesty receives a lot Satisfaction of a good cigar?

It is a perfect form of pleasure. Is Exquisite and leaves when one is satisfied.

What else can you ask for? The fresh air depresses me.

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

There are some clothes behind that screen properly impregnated.

Oh, no!

Oh, good ...

I have heard of an incident with the Tsar during your presentation at the palace.

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

... Your Highness.

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

- Y? - Well, I stopped playing, Your Highness.

And I asked him why?

Yes, and I said: "Even the music He is silent when the Tsar speaks. "

However, the ones that go to your concerts They cheer like idiots, what's the difference?

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

Tonter as! T and the Tsar are Two sides of the same coin...

two gods worshiped in different ways.

Put the peasant clothes, and you will have a peasant.

Stop hiding Behind that screen!

Give Liszt a crinoline, and what do you have? The same: a rogue.

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

What do you say?

- Patra as! - Patra as? I do not speak Hungarian.

At least I'm not dying of cold.

Anyway, those who live in houses of Glass should not throw stones.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

The king of keyboards is also the king of clichés.

Some of us must carry forward our roles against our will.

These clothes are the paraphernalia of slavery; I have to dress like that.

My husband and I are separated.

Government in these estates of 30,000 barbarian farmers alone.

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

You believe in the sacred sacraments of love?

I almost took the priestly orders at 16 ...

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

- It was your business manager, was not 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 do you want most in the world?

Do not you guess? Write really great music.

Get in my hands completely and you will achieve all your wishes.

Never ask questions and obey me throughout. Come on, we must pray.

- Pray? - You should not prostitute your art ...

music, like sex, it must be embraced in the religious spirit ...

as one of the most sacred things in life.

Mam told me he was married to the piano.

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

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

of the sixth and ninth commandments.

Then let's practice the 69 together.

Oh, I hope your prayers Do not go any further, Cima.

Oh, God!

Someone squeezed my balls!

Do not stay there, do something!

Help!

Please!

Stay with me!

[Orpheus song]

You're my soul ...

I do not have the strength to fight against your heartbreaking hands ...

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

If you kill me you will destroy yourself yourself, call yourself.

You tear me, you complete me ...

these moments they can not be controlled ...

It's my shame, it's my game ...

together we can light the flames ...

the flames of life, the flames of truth.

Take my life in this hell ...

Ride with me before your spell ...

together we will grow, let it show ...

our harmony makes the music flow.

No, no! This was not the deal!

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

the power to compose music Calm down the wild beast.

You said you would sell your soul for such a gift, that you would give whatever it was for him.

- Your soul dwells in your flesh. Now... - No!

- ... you must pay the price. - No!

[ Dante's hell ]

For me he goes to the city of tears ...

by me you go to eternal pain ...

by m he goes after the condemned ...

give up all hope ...

who enters here.

What happened?

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

Was looking your scores of "Orfeo" ...

the passage in which the musician Taming the wild beast is splendid.

The symphony about Dante's Hell that I suggest you compose is promising too ...

particularly the passage that describes to the guilty lovers ...

which brings me to ... us.

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

he may not love me, but love my money.

He is trying to convince the Tsar that I confiscate my assets ...

I will have to sell everything.

We must act quickly and leave Russia before they arrest us.

He knows about us for months, Why would he do that now?

A certain little person has written an obscene book about you ...

and the Czar is crazy about it.

Lisztomania? ... Marie!

God!

It can not be!

- Why did he do it? - I already bribe a musical critic ...

to put his name in a real biography about you that I will write ... myself

a fast washing job in case the public begins to believe ...

that your music is so dark how she painted your character.

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

and supervised by adoptive guardians act on your behalf.

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

Everything you have to do is to sign this document.

- Only with one condition. - S , dear?

- Hans will take care of his musical training. - Of course, darling.

And now you must leave your music and pack to leave for Germany ...

we will be safer there.

What were you writing?

- A march. - Why?

One of my friends died in the Hungarian uprising.

Oh, you do well to regret his death musically.

I should have been there fighting with him.

For a lost cause? Europe already burns in revolution ...

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

Everyone will sing your hymns of brotherhood!

Art is much bigger than politics.

[Funerals / Fun railles]

Life is pain, pain is the loss ...

life is pain, pain is the loss ...

the loss is more to live ...

while the innocents are dying.

They were pure, as pure as love ...

they were pure, as pure as love ...

but now they lie crushed under the weight ...

of the human desire for self-destruction.

War is waste, the waste is fault ...

war is waste, the waste is fault ...

it's my fault just to look while my compatriots are dying.

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

only the music still lives in me.

Excuse our intrusion, sir ...

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

it hides somewhere in the building.

It is not in my habits to give refuge to the revolutionaries. Close when leaving.

I'm sorry, Herr Liszt. My apologies for having bothered you.

Franz, you must help me ...

or it will be finished.

You should be playing the piano, not playing the soldier.

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

The popular revolution He has failed, Franz.

I play your music whenever I can, But your politics does not interest me.

Many of your friends They have died for her!

I know what happens because I've seen it.

I know, I heard your music.

You're lucky it's just a scratch. Now tell me what you want from me.

- 10,000 crowns. - 10,000?

All I have is my music, and the papers on which it is written.

- I do not have a penny. - I know!

But she has ...

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

If I can not escape from the country we are all lost.

And even if we manage to escape, we will be homeless exiles ...

forced to settle in a foreign city ...

in which they never heard touch a single note of my music ...

If it were not 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 will give birth to an iron man ...

that with the shattered fragments from this country will forge a nation of steel.

A vision that will help me to make, dear Franz.

- What happened? - You fainted. You work too much, Franz.

You were talking to go into exile with your family.

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

- I have nothing. - My dear, I'm home!

But she does!

My last pamphlet.

- My dear, it finally happened! - Peace?

Yes, it's a kind of peace, peace of mind if you want ...

My husband has accepted a deal, and a court Russian has guaranteed us a divorce.

Now only the blessing of the Pope is missing. We can be in Rome tomorrow ...

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

Come, love, let us thank God.

Quick, ag chate ...

What about a drink?

Leave something for the baby, lazy.

- Another of Liszt's lovers? - Is my wife...

and it happens that also She is the daughter of Liszt.

- My name is C sima. - Well, well ...

- Do you know who I am? - Sure, I read the newspapers ...

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

The bum who is always asking favors my father.

That's right, and it's time I paid him ...

Give him that the next time you see him.

Bastard!

I hope you get your due.

Your music is very beautiful, son ...

but more appropriate for a service f nebre that for a marriage.

I owe everything to her, but since tomorrow I can no longer call my soul as my own.

What do you want from life?

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

That's not asking for much, all We can do something of good music.

- Where did you come from? - Come, dear ...

It's time to start the ceremony.

A moment!

He said?

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

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

Maybe he has found an impediment.

My dear, you are making us wait!

I'm coming!

Still the Pope he has not granted the dispensation.

- And how do you know? - Your 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 you.

For the last time, dear!

I'm going!

Anyway, whatever the Pope wants Decide is fine for me.

- When is a veil and it is not a veil? - I do not know.

When it's a shroud!

Seriously, Franz, I can not take care of you anymore ...

I have to settle accounts with that Pope even if it takes my life, I will denounce it.

I'm going to write a book...

it will be called: "The inner causes of the external weaknesses of the Church. "

In 24 volumes.

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

I will also take revenge on him, and I will take in it all the rest of my life.

- He will make me a priest. - T ? Priest?

- Do not become a priest, better ... an abbot. - An abbot?

An abbot ...

It is the same habit as the priest, but you do not have to take the vow of celibacy.

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

- Saint Franz Liszt! - You should become a Franciscan!

I can preach to the birds, can I?

You will be able to walk on water.

- And not in the air? - Franz!

You are distracting me.

I'm going home to start my book.

Come see me between chapters.

You will pray your "Ave Maria" and then We will drink "Bloody Maries" together.

Adi s!

Praise be to the Lord!

I know 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 copyist, Miss Janina.

At least by letter He told me it was ...

It came to ac from Ukraine, entered to the monastery disguised as a nun ...

and I crawled into bed at gunpoint.

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

But the truth is more strange than fiction?

We have existed for 2000 years thanks to that.

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

the cantata that glorifies to the vicar of Christ on earth.

You refer to the one I made about you, Father?

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

You could have driven the Santa Cecilia orchestra ...

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

you could have returned the composer largest Catholic on earth ...

If it was not for...

If it were not for ... the damn women?

Violate at gunpoint ?; good, It happens even to the best of us.

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

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

I gave up my faith, and he married the Antichrist.

Did she leave Hans? And he married who?

- With Sat n himself: Richard Wagner. - Wagner?

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

A lot has changed since You embraced monastic life, son.

Wagner sacrifices friends and family equally in their malignant cravings for power.

He has become the Prince of Darkness.

Sing praises to an obscene religion that he himself believed.

His peras are clever hymns of hatred for Christ and humanity ...

a situation of which t You are partly guilty.

How could C sima do something like that? Poor Hans ...

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

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

Go ahead, boys.

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

It expels the evil that nests in Wagner ...

devote it to faith, and by saving your soul You may redeem your music.

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

and your works will be all forbidden.

You will not leave me, will you? I kill you if you do it.

- Go ahead, you'd be doing me a favor. - And then what do I do?

Vu lvete to put your costume of a nun and returns to Ukraine, Janina.

Where are you going?

- I must drown Wagner in holy water. - One more step and shoot!

Excuse me, can you tell me How did I get to Wagner Castle?

Excuse me, the castle of Wagner?

Excuse me, can you tell me? How to get to Wagner Castle?

- Where is Wagner Castle! - All , there, there!

Hans? What the hell are you doing here?

You must stay away from this site! You are in great danger!

Danger? Danger of what?

- Of his music. - Of his music? You are delirious.

It is a malignant drug that is made go through a universal panacea.

- Well, I'll beat him and then we'll go. - No, it's too late!

You still love Cima, do not you? You stay just to be with her and the child.

Now, finish with the nonsense and let me in!

He does not see anyone between dusk and the sunrise. Now flee, for God's sake!

[Excelsior]

The flourishing youth of Germany ...

was raped by the Beast.

My music!

The enormous power of German gold ...

was sacked by the Beast.

Great is the sadness at night ...

but we will not hear more moans anymore.

The new month that is approaching ...

expel the Beast from our lands.

He will restore the Teutonic divinity ...

the time of the Aryan superman ...

It's very close!

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

- She is your maid. - She is your maid.

My sacred works I confess it to her.

With it you will perform the ritual. With me you will serve the superman.

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

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

My dear Franz!

Go Go.

For a moment I thought That was the Devil.

Cousima said you would never come. "Nonsense," I said, "nothing can separate us ...

Someday he will come. "

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

Not much but It is harder to see you than God.

Oh, I must talk to Hans; He is getting very jealous. Sit down

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

but what should I fear from an old friend just because he became a Franciscan?

Do not tell me what you will get in electronic music.

German music is enough for me ...

or it will be when we free it from the Jews.

And who will do that? Your iron man?

There is still a long way to go.

You're here, Franz ...

It is here. Come.

Once I'm with the revolution, Franz; I was a communist ...

believed that a leader would emerge from the town and it would lead to freedom.

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

we need a superman.

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

With science and a lot of scrap metal?

They say that music It's the Gaya Science, Franz.

My music and my philosophy will give it life!

Einstein! Goldstein! Nichstein!

Silverstein! Finkelstein! Engelstein!

Gluckstein! Goldstein!

- Stein! - What?

- Stein! - Good boy!

Beckstein! Goldstein!

Gluckstein!

And maybe, even, a couple of Cohens!

Stein !!!

Stein!

Ah, a "stein" ...

Look at my creation, Franz, Is not it superb?

So much power! "So majestic! So much grace!

Advances, advances, Siegfried, expels to the Beast of our glorious homeland.

Re-ignite the flames of the Germanic unit!

I think he's peeing.

Ends.

- Drop it! - Maybe I need something else.

There is more work ahead.

I do not think many will follow it; It looks like a character from C mic.

Exact. I have to remodel it ...

and modernize their clothes.

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

I expected to count on you for it, Franz. That's your business, buy and sell souls.

You are wrong to sign, I just saved mine.

A pity; I thought you could help me.

For the music that I heard, I think You already got some help from me.

All beautiful works They must be shared, Franz.

Prep rame a "Bloody Mary", you want?

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

And my daughter, my money and my music? You do not have much left to steal me.

He thought the Franciscans left him everything by making your vow of poverty.

Or is that habit that you wear only another costume, like your old garments of Hungarian ...

perhaps? To your health.

Why did you come?

The Pope sent me to exorcise you. You just drink holy water.

And it did not work! Have you lost faith, Franz?

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

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

I never lost faith in your music, Franz.

Not once!

I needed it for give life to my creature.

And if you do not give her her soul, Then I will have to take it.

Your work is creation of Sat n, but my music will take him away.

I'm dying...

You're the one to blame for this next to your decadent religion.

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

but you will not.

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

I have little time, Listen carefully to my words.

C sima!

What do you feel, father, be totally forgotten?

The biggest musical fiasco of the 19th century.

This is for leaving me an orphan ...

and this, for leaving me a widow.

No, Wagner, go back to Hell, where do you belong

Hans!

Bella music!

Its beautiful. Recognized a topic that Wagner took prest ... rob .

I was welcome to do it; I had many more.

I do not care if he took it, but I would like to do something horrible with him.

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

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

which everyone can enjoy ...

Forever.

Am?

What are we going to do with Richard?

I at least have someone who prays for my soul, but he has no one to save him.

- Where are you now? - Well, destroyed almost everyone ...

and now it is destroying Berlin.

I think we should save it of his suffering ...

is giving music a bad name.

Josephine.

Lola

Marie.

Cima.

Caroline.

Effi

George.

Where are we going?

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