SEASON FIVE - EPISODE FIVE "DON'T IT JUST BREAK YOUR HEART"
...Mikaelson Compound, Underground...
Klaus has taken Greta hostage and draining her out of blood.
"You know, for someone who organized this little summit, you're woefully short on details. So I'm going to ask you one last time..." he lowers his face "Where are you keeping Rosie?" Greta doesn't say anything "You knew we'd have this little chat. No doubt you binged on vervain till your throat was red and raw...and now, sadly, drip, drip, drip...all over the floor it goes"
"'Sein Mangel an vision...wird sein untergang sein'" Greta spat.
German?
"'His lack of vision will be his downfall'" Klaus translates it.
"That's what he always said about you" Greta sneers.
"He?" Klaus scowls at her.
"You and I have a friend in common" Greta smirks.
"Oh, I sincerely doubt that!" Klaus scoffs loudly.
"It's true! August Müller. I don't blame you for forgetting, it was a long time ago" she says "Rostock, Germany, spring, 1933"
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...Rostock, Germany 1933...
"The purpose of art is to portray life as it is. When that world is joyous, art must reflect that beauty, but when our existence is beset with unrest, humiliation, hyperinflation, the indignity of reparations, art must necessarily be equally drab and ugly" the man, August says to Klaus, who's sat in a couch with a few women surrounding him.
"Or perhaps, August, the ugliness is a result of the artist lacking any discernible talent. The mission of art is to engage our most primal selves...to inflame our passion, to provoke our insight. And it should inspire us to drink and brawl and 'give our sensual race the rein'" Klaus smiles in a mocking way.
"Derivative" a familiar voice says from behind them, earning a real smile from Klaus "And so...extraordinarily tedious. I wouldn't argue with this fool when he's not listening to a single word you say. He's simply waiting for you to draw a breath so that he might pontificate anew"
"I believe you're thinking of my brother Elijah. He's the pompous, controlling one" Klaus says, without turning around.
"Interesting...I'd always heard that Elijah was the enigmatic and charming one. The truly distinguished element of the family" Elijah stops st Klaus' table "13 years, you don't look a day over a thousand. How do you do it, Niklaus?"
