*CREDITS*
There are no mysteries.
Not any more.
No fairy-tales. No fables.
The giants have been banished.
The dragons have been bled.
Science has found a way to eradicate them.
Reason has vanquished the human imagination.
There is only one frontier that is unexplored by man.
Only one place where the dragons roam free.
The human brain is the only uncharted land.
Let me help you.
- What happened? - Leave me.
- Calm down. - Don't touch me.
Good morning.
Countess Sophia Nadazdy.
63. Widowed. Married a Hungarian Count.
That's how she got her title and her diamonds.
Housekeeper. Frau Reiss.
- Who found her? - Her maid.
Still in shock.
- How long had the Countess been staying? - A month.
- And why did she come to Vienna? - Gentlemen.
Dr Jaeger.
Maybe an accident. She fell, hit her head?
No sign of blood.
Did someone maybe hold her down?
No bruises. No sign of a struggle.
Suicide, most likely.
A gift, never sent.
There's a prescription here. Opium.
Standard treatment for melancholia.
So she was in Vienna because she was sick?
Tell me, who was treating her?
You want me to describe it?
I don't know if I can, Doctor.
Sexuality is a natural part of every person's identity, Frau Huber.
But these thoughts, they are unclean...
Fantasies are simply a part of the sexual appetite.
Entertaining them doesn't make you corrupt, doesn't make you evil,
it doesn't even mean that you actually want these things
to happen to you. It's just they are a part of the process of arousal.
- Frau Liebermann. - Inspector Rheinhardt.
I'm looking for your brother.
He's with a patient.
I'm not sure it's convenient.
Oh, excuse me.
- In a week, then. - We'd better be going.
Frau Liebermann.
I've no idea why I'm saying this but... it's good to see you, Oskar.
Max.
Please, come in.
- Apparently, you've been busy. - Private practice,
just getting started. I'm still at the hospital two days a week.
Gruner hasn't quite managed to get rid of me yet.
I assume it's a case, is that why you've come?
Yes, it's a case.
But this is official.
Countess Sophia Nadazdy, a patient of yours.
An appointment with you, three days ago.
Hm. Well... I'm afraid I can't talk about it.
She's dead, Max.
Discovered this morning.
Drowned in her bathtub, her suite at The Imperial.
Looks like suicide.
I understand.
It must be difficult.
Anything you can tell me about her?
It's confidential.
Well... there is nothing more to be said.
May I visit the scene? The place where she died.
It's a police enquiry. It's confidential too, Max.
Well, I need to understand what happened.
You want me to open up my case to you
but you're not willing to give me anything in return?
Hypothesis. A woman is troubled by melancholy.
She travels to Vienna for the latest cure.
She visits a doctor, but he is unable to help her.
She decides to end her life.
She runs a bath and kills herself.
- What's what's going in the police report? - Maybe.
Maybe not.
Looks to me like she walked out on her life at a moment's notice.
Is it usual to buy a gift for someone that you're never going to send?
I had a good teacher.
I don't believe she killed herself.
Too many pieces don't fit.
You can help me get to know her.
Please, Max.
I told you, Oskar,
what goes on in my office is confidential.
- Max. - You know Vienna.
Reputation is everything.
Visiting a psychoanalyst is still a cause for gossip.
For God's sake, Max. She's dead.
You don't have loyalty to a dead woman.
Your reputation hangs in the balance here.
I can't betray her trust.
Even beyond the grave.
For your office.
You desperately need curtains.
Mama, you shouldn't have.
You can't have all those wealthy patients
being gawped at from the street.
There's not too many patients. Not yet.
You just wait. They'll all come flocking. Mark my words.
What's wrong?
- I lost a patient. - What do you mean lost?
She's dead.
Died this morning.
Drowned in her hotel suite.
Oh, Max, how awful.
Possible suicide, they're not sure yet.
I sit in a room with them for just a few hours,
think that I have all the answers but...
feel like I'm just stumbling around blind.
Honestly, Mama, I don't know what I've been playing at.
You can't blame yourself, surely.
Max, what is it?
She was seeing Gruner at the hospital before she came to me.
I advised her not to take his pills.
A few days later she ends up dead.
You must realise how that seems.
Ah. Everyone's in here, I see.
What's the matter? What's going on?
Just trying to brighten up his office.
The rent on that place is extortionate.
I am hoping for some return on my investment, Max.
Your new business is costing me an arm and a leg.
Perhaps you'd better ask for it back.
I was only teasing.
What's the matter with him?
September the 7th.
Countess Sophia Nadazdy. Introductory session.
Already had some consultations with Gruner, agreed to become my patient.
Gruner prescribed opium for melancholy and depression.
I advised against taking it.
The disreputable science,
isn't that what they're calling it?
- You don't trust psychoanalysis? - I have doubts.
Yet you travelled halfway across town to meet with me, Countess.
Touche.
If you think my methods are disreputable
then why did you agree to come?
Tell me something, do people find you easy to dislike, Doctor...
- Liebermann. - Liebermann.
September the 12th.
No ring on your finger. You're not married.
I'm not the patient, Countess.
Well, we're just two people talking.
Conversation ought to flow both ways.
- Not married. - Successful, professional.
Good prospects. What is it that women find hard to bear?
Your inquisitorial manner or...
Or the smell of your cologne?
I'm not your enemy, Countess.
You pay a considerable amount of money to be here
and yet we simply side-step around each other.
There's a girl. A little girl.
I need to tell you her story.
- A girl? - Blanka.
That was her name. Blanka Mar.
Pale.
Blue eyes.
Tell me about Blanka.
Not today.
Maybe... never.
Liebermann.
Thank you.
A word, if you please.
It says you'd been seeing her as a patient at your practice in town.
- I'm afraid I can't comment, Professor... - The woman is dead.
Don't play games with me, Liebermann.
- You coerced her to leave my care. - I didn't coerce her...
- You treated her with your own appalling methods. - Professor...
..and she ends up taking her own life.
You can't worm your way out of it, not like last time.
This time you'll end up in front of a disciplinary committee.
When I'm done with you, you won't be able to practise in Vienna.
You'll be forced to go back to England.
You came to salvage your reputation?
Who gave my name to the newspapers?
It's a Countess, Max.
The hotel is swarming with press.
They pay for any scrap of information.
Question now is... what are you going to do about it?
Oskar.
We both need to know how she died.
Me because I have to solve a crime,
you because you have to salvage your career. So...
..if you want to share some information,
then maybe we could help each other.
What exactly are these interviews for?
The newspapers said it was suicide.
Just gathering all the evidence, Herr Director.
- What did she say? - I think she said,
"Evil. Evil walks here.
"With a woman's face."
You're the one they're talking about.
The one whose name is in the papers. The Freudian.
Thank you, Herr Director.
She suffered badly. Melancholia.
Did she ever threaten violence against herself?
Prescribed medicine,
but then she stopped taking them,
at her doctor's advice.
Your advice, Doctor Liebermann.
Heard her crying in her room most nights, sir, wailing,
like she was tormented. Had these desperate fits of anger.
Broke the crockery and stormed out of the ballroom.
Well, you are the bell-boy...
- Walter, sir. - Walter.
Anything you can tell us?
Well?
Actually, yes, sir, I reckon I was the last one who saw the Countess.
I was on duty, sir, upstairs.
And?
Her face, it was all twisted.
- You mean like she'd been crying? - No.
Like it was made of wax,
like it had been melting.
- Melted? - So the witness claimed.
As if her skin was sliding off her face.
We need you to do a full postmortem.
Er, who's "we", Doctor Liebermann?
Your reputation is tarnished, to say the least.
Please, do as he asked. Thank you.
You wanted to see me, sir?
You were interviewed with all the other staff.
- And? - And I told them what I knew, sir.
- I told them I saw her. - Dammit, Walter.
I didn't tell them anything more, sir.
You know why people come here?
You know why they choose to stay with us?
Because we're secret-keepers.
Everyone has secrets.
It's our job to preserve them.
Anything our clients desire.
That's The Imperial's reputation.
Yes, sir.
Strychnine?
Produces convulsions in the muscles, particularly the face.
- She was poisoned? - Dead before she hit the water.
- Thank you, Doctor Jaeger. - You're welcome.
There was no obvious sign of it in her room.
Unlikely it was self-administered.
Maybe this is a murder case after all.
Stop smiling.
I'm not smiling. It's relief.
With a smile, you're not in the clear, not yet.
I know.
She's still dead, Max.
Max.
Clara.
How are you? How-how is everything?
I didn't expect to see you.
You know Herr Korngold? Jonas.
- Yes, yes. Of course. - Max.
- I've just read your name in the newspaper. - Ah.
Yes, it's not very fashionable to be seen with me today.
Still fighting battles on every front. You don't change.
It's no more than he deserves after the way he treated you.
Don't, Jonas.
Doctor Liebermann?
I didn't catch your name.
Are you going to tell me?
Yannick, sir. Neubauer.
Yannick, please.
So...
..how can I help you?
I have something precious.
- Something belonging to her, sir. - Her?
The lady, the one who died at the hotel.
She said I deserved it, sir.
After everything I did for her.
Fetching and carrying, running errands.
I see. It's a gift.
She liked you. You helped her.
And you didn't want to be accused of stealing it.
No, sir, I don't.
And you thought I could help?
I thought you could say she left it here, sir.
Dropped it, maybe. I remembered she came here once before.
I remembered the address she gave the driver.
Yes, well.
Yes, I'll give it to the police. I'll put it with the other evidence.
What's wrong, Yannick?
There's something else, isn't there?
What else did you want to tell me?
You could have put this back in her room, you didn't have to come to see me.
You spent time in her company?
There was another gift for someone.
A silver cigarette case.
Do you know who that was for?
Did she have a lover?
Oskar Rheinhardt, Leopoldstadt Police.
We're looking for Oktav Hauke.
You've found him, gentlemen.
How long have you been here, in the hotel?
A month.
I plan to stay here for the season.
You knew the dead woman?
Yes.
We dined together on occasion.
- Tragic. - Hm.
A gift, for you.
From the Countess.
It doesn't have my name on it, Inspector.
We have a witness on the staff who says you were often seen together.
We spent a lot of time together, yes. We became close friends.
A woman old enough to be your mother?
There is no law against two people becoming acquainted.
You were with her on the evening she died?
I was at her table, yes.
She left the dining room alone.
Did she seem particularly unhappy?
Not particularly, no. She was prone to bouts of melancholy.
- You must be devastated by her death. - Excuse me?
People have different ways of expressing their grief.
Now, would you please excuse me gentlemen?
I'm getting ready for lunch.
- You're an Uhlan. - Just resigned my commission.
So you decided to have a little holiday.
In a hotel filled with widows.
Thank you so much for dropping by, gentlemen.
- Morning. - Morning.
Morning, Rheinhardt.
Oh, sorry.
I didn't realise you were cleaning.
Fraulein Linder.
- What? - I'm the new archivist.
Oh.
- What happened to Pichler? - Retired.
Now, can I help you?
Yes, erm, I need some research.
Second Lieutenant Oktav Hauke.
Uhlans. Discharged.
Seems the army wanted to be rid of him pretty fast.
Leaves service with no prospects,
starts slobbering over a woman twice his age.
Forgive me, please, Fraulein. I didn't mean to be indelicate.
I'm an employee here, Inspector.
Say what you want to say.
This is a record of what we spoke about during our sessions.
There's something I want to read to you.
I never understood its significance before but...
I think she foresaw what was going to happen to her.
Listen to this.
"September the 15th.
"The patient recounted a dream.
"One she said she'd been having
"again and again and again and again."
I'm in the park. Alone.
The place is shrouded in mist.
A nanny pushes a pram along the path, just out of reach.
There's a large...
There's a large white building in the park
like a fairy-tale palace. I go in.
Animals live wild inside, they're watching me from the shadows.
There are sweets and candy.
Like in the fairy-tale, the witch's house in Hansel And Gretel.
I find the woman sitting inside.
I hold out my arms to take care of the little child.
But it turns into a bundle of... of rags and dust.
Countess?
- Do you have any children? - Oh, none.
Doctor Liebermann, what do you think it signifies?
The unconscious mind, it's like a pool of dark water.
And then, when we dream, images shoot up and out, like a fountain.
Perhaps...
Perhaps you are thinking about that little girl.
Well, I sense that something or maybe someone,
has frightened you
and you're trying to find a way to tell me.
Do you think you can ever truly know someone?
I don't quite follow...
People. People close to you.
People who claim to love you.
H-H-How can you ever really know them?
Hmm?
What if... What if somebody you loved
had done something truly terrible in the past,
a secret so dark, so frightening...
Hm.
What if they appeared so charming...
..but underneath the mask...
Sorry, Doctor Liebermann.
So, she was scared of someone? Someone very close to her?
- Any clue to their identity? - Whoever they are, they're in this dream.
This is where our darkest fears rise to the surface.
I think she was afraid someone was going to kill her.
So, this is what you're bringing me?
This is your great discovery? A fairy-tale palace?
- Inspector. - Yes?
- What is this? - Leonie Hutter.
Who?
Landlady. Leopoldstadt. Another widow. I found her in the archives.
Died in an accident. Drowned.
Why are you bringing me this?
Where's the connection to Hauke?
He was lodging with her at the time of her death.
All right.
We get a warrant tomorrow. Search his room.
He's not worthy of the Uhlan's uniform.
We all knew what he was up to, sniffing round the old widow.
- You recognise the insignia? - My son was an Uhlan.
Thank you, Frau Reiss. You can leave us.
Thank you.
You have to ask yourself,
if he's guilty then why remain here, in the hotel?
Something must be keeping him here.
- Inspector. - Amelia.
Er, Miss Lydgate.
I came as soon as I could get away.
Profiling isn't the only thing that I've learned from you.
Miss Lydgate has been consulting for us on several cases.
Right. Good.
Strychnine poisoning. If it was prepared in here I need to know it.
Any evidence that it was handled in this room.
Excuse me, Doctor Liebermann.
Oh, I'll stay.
- Two months. - I'm aware.
Two months, four days.
I'm working. Do you mind?
You know how many letters I sent you?
I feel sure you're about to remind me.
Three.
- Not a single reply. - Funnily enough, I've been busy.
Don't you think that an appropriate amount of time has gone by?
I think that a young doctor with a burgeoning reputation
can't afford the stain of scandal.
Particularly now he's in the papers.
Do you mind?
- What are you grinning at? - Never mind.
- Any signs of poison traces? - Nothing I can find, sorry.
If he prepared it in here, he sterilised everything.
We need to cast our net wider.
The Countess, I need to know everything she ate on her final night here.
- What? - She was poisoned.
No question.
This is absurd.
- We are not responsible. - Miss Lydgate?
What else do you require?
I need to see menu cards, the contents of your store
and I need the names of every person
who came into contact with her food.
You have women detectives now, do you?
Just do as you're asked.
Now.
I'm sorry.
Thank you, you can go.
Walnuts, hardboiled eggs and Champagne?
That's all she ate?
Demanded the same things every evening.
She bought a few items of her own. A herbal infusion.
Used her own supplier from England.
The Emperor Augustus.
- What? - Augustus.
He... He thought his wife was trying to poison him.
Picked his own figs from the trees, milked his own goat.
What's this about, exactly?
Eggs and walnuts, difficult to tamper with.
Impossible to pierce the shell of an egg without leaving a trace.
So, if it wasn't in the food then...
..how else did he manage it?
How long before dinner are the tables laid?
Six o'clock. Two hours.
The Countess, did she occupy the same table every night?
Tell us about the evening she died.
I saw her, maybe a few minutes before she left.
Her shawl had fallen.
I hung it back on her chair.
Glanced at the table, I didn't notice anything untoward.
She and that young soldier were on the dance floor.
I saw the staff deliver her tea-tray.
It was waiting for her.
Then she cleared the table.
She was poisoned right here.
The tea was the only unchecked thing she consumed.
Maybe it was in the water.
Maybe the pot?
Maybe he soaked the leaves in a solution.
"Maybe" is not good enough for us, Miss Lydgate.
- Time you and I had a little chat, don't you think? - Please.
I've been expecting it.
You asked for my investment, Max,
and I gladly put money into you and your business.
Well, not gladly, let's be honest.
Now I find that your name is plastered all over the newspapers.
And are you worried about the stain on our good name or the return on your investment?
I'm worried about you, my son.
Reputation in this city is a precious thing.
Well, I'm afraid it's too late to salvage mine. Here.
A disciplinary hearing.
But you've only just shaken off the scandal there.
Gruner's not giving up so easily.
If he can't annihilate Freud, I'm the next best thing.
What do you intend to do?
Fight.
What other option do I have?
- Max... - Come on.
I'm taking you out. I've finished the new drapes for your office.
Impress the patients.
It's very generous, all this, Mama, but you really needn't have bothered.
Stop fussing and come and have a look.
I came in to hang them yesterday. They make all the difference.
Did you lock the door?
Of course.
Oh.
Oh, Max.
Who could do such a thing?
You and I need to have a serious talk.
Mama, please leave those.
- But, Max... - Take the carriage home.
There's no sense you being here. Please. Please?
Mrs Liebermann.
Thank you.
What?
When I came to see you, after I read your name in her diary,
I knew you had access to her private thoughts.
- Well? - The killer has the same notion, apparently.
- Oskar. - You think she was frightened by someone,
you think she anticipated her own death.
Who else would she tell about her fears,
if not you, her psychoanalyst?
He thinks you know his name.
He thinks you can identify him.
You are in grave danger, whether you realise it or not, Max.
Nothing.
Not a trace of poison in it.
So, where does that leave us?
The boiling water in the pot,
it's the only thing that could have been tampered with.
The infusion is bitter, would have masked the taste of it.
Means it was done by someone close at hand,
- someone right beside her at the table. - Hauke.
Very well, we arrest him.
Miss Lydgate.
Leonie Hutter, your landlady...
died in an apparent drowning accident.
Does anyone see a pattern here?
This is really why you arrested me, Inspector?
She left you money in her will.
Hardly a fortune, just a modest amount.
Still, when she died, you were able to claim it
and move on to a wealthier woman.
Isn't that what happened?
Hm?
Our scientist confirmed she was killed by someone
who laced her teapot with strychnine,
someone who knew about her precise rituals and her movements,
someone who was right next to her that evening.
What would you do for money, Herr Hauke?
What would you be prepared to do?
Drag a woman into bed twice your age
and then dispatch her like you wipe some dirt off your shoe?
We were companions, not lovers.
She was eager to spend money on me.
Hah.
You think I am immoral for accepting?
How much will you earn from the sale of her estates in Hungary?
Did I say something funny, Herr Hauke?
- There is no inheritance. - What?
She never willed any of her money to me.
I don't stand to earn a thing.
I suppose you discussed this often?
You don't believe me?
Ask her solicitors.
Whatever you may think of me, Inspector, a fortune-hunter,
a leech...
I've always known I wouldn't get her fortune.
Where is my motive for killing her?
- You called the Nadazdy solicitors? - Yes, sir.
- And? - Hauke is telling the truth.
- The estate returns to the Count's family after his wife's death. - Hm.
There goes your motive. So Hauke is no longer a suspect.
No, sir.
Five days.
What else have you got for me?
This can't possibly be all you've achieved?
- The investigation is ongoing. - Meaning it's nowhere.
Frankly...
if I were you, I'd pray for a miracle.
- Sir. - She's Hungarian nobility.
A family title and estate.
The Imperial Court has been asking questions.
Politically, this is extremely delicate.
- Sir. - Widow of a Hungarian nobleman!
Dying under suspicious circumstances.
Get your head out of your
backside and provide me with something.
Let Hauke go.
Dismissed.
I don't know how much longer I can stop my fist from connecting
with that grin of his.
- There must be something. - A scrap of information?
Max, what haven't you told me?
I've shown you the files, Oskar, I've shared everything.
The killer must be somewhere in her dreams.
Come on.
There was one thing.
I never got to the bottom of it but it might be significant.
- What? - A name.
Blanka Mar.
- Who is she? - Er, well, she may be nobody.
A fantasy.
Max, what's this about?
Our private sessions.
The Countess, whenever she became upset or disturbed in some way,
she mentioned a girl. Blanka Mar.
At first I thought it was just a displacement technique,
that the feelings were too painful so
she was ascribing them to someone else,
to a fantasy character.
And now you've changed your mind?
I don't know, Oskar.
Maybe she's real.
Maybe she's not.
I don't understand. I thought you'd made an arrest.
We need to begin again. We need to widen our search.
When exactly is this intrusion going to end?
Bring in the Russians.
Never spoke to us. She was so...
So consumed by her own sadness.
Oh, what did your wife mean before
when she said there was "evil" in this hotel?
A young woman in white,
my wife saw her walking outside the Countess' room.
What's so strange about a young woman in white?
She had the eyes of a devil.
Thank you.
Superstition, that's all.
She saw another guest.
Look at the list.
There's no young woman on this floor.
Inspector... there is something else.
It's gone.
It's gone!
I-I swear it was right here.
What did you find?
Erm, a book of pictures.
Erotic images.
You know, the sort of things you find in brothels.
No. I don't know, as it happens.
What exactly do you mean?
Erm, when the clients come from abroad
and don't speak the language,
you use a picture book... to communicate.
A menu.
What are you suggesting goes on in this hotel?
I think they're trying to hide a secret.
I believe we were talking about deception.
Someone close to you deceiving you in some way.
Do you harbour feelings of... anger or betrayal?
Countess?
Blanka.
I keep seeing her.
Liebermann, what do you think you're doing?
Nothing, sir.
I assume you've had your summons to the disciplinary board?
I still have my duties to attend to here.
Not for much longer, I'd wager.
We're out of Bromide. Mr Hofbauer needs his medication.
If you're not too busy, I'd be grateful.
I'll go to the dispensary right now.
Hello?
Professor Gruner?
Who's there?
Herr Hofbauer.
What are you doing out of bed? Come on. Let me take you back up.
Someone was in your office?
Yes, came to the hospital, took the transcripts.
It's as I thought... he's after you.
You're playing with fire, Max.
Yes.
Don't you see? This means we have a way to catch him.
He thinks I can identify him.
So, he wants to know what I know.
He needs me.
You're not serious?
All we have to do is wait.
Wait for him to come here again.
- Who are you? - Doesn't matter about my name.
Can I help you?
I need to see you, Doctor. It's urgent.
Rather late. Perhaps if you came back...
No.
It can't wait.
All right.
Is something wrong?
Yes, there is "something wrong".
Would you... like to tell me about it?
Doctors.
You think you have the right to know everything about a man's life.
Every little secret, huh?
W-Well, what goes on in this room is confidential.
What did she tell you about me?
- She? - My wife.
She's been coming here without telling me.
Herr Huber?
She comes here, and she talks about me.
I know she does!
I won't be humiliated like this. You understand?
Er, let's discuss this... calmly.
She doesn't desire me any more. You know about that?
- Look... - What did she tell you, huh?
- That I can't satisfy her?! - Please, I...
What the hell did my wife tell you?
Answer me, you son of a whore!
Ah! Who the hell are you?!
I'm arresting you. Keep silent.
Er, husband of a patient.
- What? - It's not the man we're after.
Sorry, Oskar.
Sorry.
Where's my hat?
- Hat. - Your hat.
This is not over.
Sorry, Oskar. Trap got sprung by the wrong prey.
How many people want you dead, Doctor?
The list seems to get longer by the day.
- Inspector. - Nothing?
No mention of her anywhere.
No "Blanka Mar"?
Maybe the Doctor's instincts were right.
She doesn't exist, as far as the records are concerned.
I've been sent with an agenda, Max.
I'm supposed to mention it casually, but I can't think how,
so I'll just come out with it.
An agenda?
From your mother.
Ah. I see.
- Well? - We had a letter from Clara.
She's engaged. Jonas Korngold.
- Ah. - Is that all you have to say?
What do you want me to say? He's a fine man.
You're connected to him in business, makes it neat for everyone.
I just wanted you to hear it from me before people started to gossip.
Oh, Fraulein Spitzer has returned from travelling.
You remember the Spitzers? Lovely people.
Why are you telling me this part?
Their daughter's back in Vienna.
Ah, I see. So, you'd like me to propose marriage.
- It was just a suggestion. - Tie up all the loose ends.
We just want you to be content.
Take the Spitzer girl out, see if anything comes of it...
- Father, for Heaven's sake. - Max.
I'm not a child any more.
You really don't understand, do you?
For all your analysis, you still don't understand human nature.
When do you think it stops?
When do you think it ends for us? When you're 18?
When do you think we stop worrying?
The answer is "never".
The journey is never over.
You have a child, your life is inextricably linked
to theirs forever.
If they're not happy, you can't be happy.
You feel joy in their successes
and abject misery in their failures.
Why do you think I was so eager to loan you the money for your business?
I assume Mother begged you.
Of course she did. But I was glad to do it.
Well, not glad, you were right when you said as much.
You'll always be that little boy to us.
Max? Are you even listening?
Max? What's the matter?
I've got to go. I'm sorry.
Max?
A child!
That's what she was trying to hide!
She had a child.
She lied to me... at some point in her life.
The Countess Nadazdy...
- Yes, remember the baby in her dreams? - Yes. So what?
I'm so stupid, I should have realised.
The animals weren't real, Oskar, they were painted on the wall.
- The animals? - Yes, and the sweets
in the glass jars, it was medicine.
It was a hospital, Oskar.
We lie to children.
We give them medicine and pretend that it's sweets.
W-We paint pictures of animals on the wall just to make them
feel more comfortable.
The feeling that was bubbling away inside her, it wasn't just fear.
It was guilt.
She had a child that she abandoned.
And that child came back to find her.
The person she feared, it wasn't a lover, Oskar.
It was her baby.
We need to know about the child.
They conceived a son.
She and her husband, the Count.
Little boy, beautiful.
Golden curls. An angel.
We need to know about him.
He had everything. You understand me?
Everything.
This boy had more love than any child has ever been given.
Spoiled him, I always said. Changed his nature.
He had no boundaries, you know?
There was nothing he couldn't have if he wanted it.
He became twisted.
Terrible things, he did.
Children came to play at the estate,
they never came back.
Their families would never, ever let them come again.
Who was Blanka Mar?
That poor little girl.
He tortured her.
Disfigured her.
The family? They were paid for their silence.
From this moment on...
they decided that he had to be sent away.
His mother never wanted anyone to know about him.
Where is he now?
They sent him to a sanatorium when he was nine years old.
After all the violence, after the...
After Blanka.
They brought him here to Vienna.
There was a doctor who took charge of him.
I can't recall his name.
The records were destroyed.
After this day... it was as if he was dead.
And then, something happened?
He was transferred to another place out of Vienna, when he was older.
Six months ago they wrote to her,
telling her that he'd escaped.
She knew he'd be looking for her.
Istvan.
Little Master Istvan, with the golden curls.
She never forgave herself.
That's why she was so unhappy.
It all fits. Her attraction to Hauke.
Drawn to a much younger man. It was displacement.
You're talking nonsense again, Max.
Give it to me in plainer language.
Anyone who's had a broken relationship some time in
their past, they spend their days trying to mend it.
She lavished her money on Hauke out of guilt
for her abandoned son, for Istvan.
She knew that eventually he would find her.
And she was right.
When she came to Vienna, he hunted her down...
and he killed her.
Istvan!
Istvan, I'm a doctor,
I can help you!
Don't yell out, or I'll cut you.
- Istvan? - No, I'm not Istvan.
Now empty your pockets.
- Now, do it! - Yes.
And your coat.
- Give me your coat! - Of course.
Now, go. Get out! Out!
Dear God, what happened?
- Oh, Max. - Don't say anything, please, it's fine.
Where have you been? What have you been doing?
I was stupid. I was in the park last night.
- In the park? - What on earth were you up to?
- Let me get some iodine for it. - Mama, please, don't...
It looks awful. You can't see patients looking like that.
Well, I don't have any patients, so that's a sort of blessing.
I was robbed.
- Have you informed the police? - I don't want to. It's not important.
Not important?!
Sir, the police are at the door.
Very prompt.
An accident with a patient.
You're a lousy liar.
Your coat.
Your wallet, your hat.
I was assaulted. Here. Last night.
By this charming fellow?
And then, he was attacked immediately after,
wearing your clothes.
Max, why didn't you tell me?
Because... I knew you wouldn't have approved.
I thought I could get him to confess.
And I made a mistake, Oskar, I'm sorry.
But he's here.
Istvan, he's still in Vienna.
He's trying to make contact.
Yes, with a knife in your guts.
He may have just tried to defend himself.
I have to meet him. I have to reach him somehow.
That's insane. This could have been you.
He's trying to get close to me.
I can help you catch him.
I'm sorry.
I'm not prepared to gamble with your life any more.
He is here somewhere.
Hiding in plain sight.
She knew she was dying.
She knew he'd managed to get to her somehow.
Instinctively she grabbed at her jewels, but...
they were worthless to her now.
Yes?
I've brought you coffee, gentlemen.
Just put it there, er...
- Yannick, sir. - Yannick.
What's your surname?
Neubauer, sir.
Yannick, sir. Neubauer.
I've met him.
Oskar, I was face-to-face with him.
He came to my office, I told you, the one who brought the jewellery.
- What? - He spun me a story just to gain access.
And then, later, he came back and turned the place over.
He's done what he came here to do.
He could be 100 miles away by now, we'll never find him.
No.
There's another way.
Fraulein?
Fraulein? Wait!
The doctor... paid to remove all the records, would you recognise him?
Try to remember his name, please.
Liebermann, what the hell are you doing?
You've been here a long time, Professor.
What business is that of yours?
- And who is this? - Can you recall a patient?
- What's this about, exactly? - A boy.
Istvan Nadazdy.
We have a witness who says that you were his doctor,
that you were paid to keep his crimes from coming out.
- What? - You were paid to alter all his files.
Don't be ridiculous. Get out.
The family paid you to keep it from coming to light.
You were just a junior physician, of course.
But there's a witness to your crime.
I don't answer to you, Liebermann.
This is a police enquiry.
So, sit down in that chair.
You are going to tell us everything,
or I'll arrest you for obstruction. You hear me?
All the years I've worked here...
I've never seen anything like it.
What do you remember about him?
He never said much.
But... his eyes.
You could tell at once, he had a deeply disturbed mind.
I don't know how he got hold of it.
What?
A knife.
Must've kept it from his dinner.
One of the older boys, one who kept on teasing him,
he... he attacked him.
He left when he was 16 years old.
He was taken to another hospital.
I don't know what happened to him after that.
I never saw him again.
Where was he kept when he was here?
I need to see the place.
The children's wing.
It closed down long before your time.
The building's still standing.
Istvan?
I'm not Istvan.
Istvan is dead.
They killed him.
Tell me everything.
I want to listen, I want to understand.
Hm.
- They brought you here. - Mm-hm.
You know she gave me up?
Her own son.
I don't think you want to hurt me.
I don't think you wanted to hurt that man in the park.
Why couldn't she love me?
Because you hurt that little girl, Blanka...
I didn't mean it!
Well...
it all has to stop now,
now your mother's dead and gone.
I didn't kill her.
- What? - I wanted to.
I thought about it, every day.
I wanted to hurt her so badly.
Then what happened?
I came to find her when I escaped.
Got as close to her as I could.
I got into the hotel, stole a valet's uniform.
And I watched her with that man.
Laughing, smiling.
Young enough to be her son.
I just wanted to be with her.
I wanted her to have her arms around me, instead of him.
She wanted your forgiveness more than anything.
Istvan, I can help you.
Come with me.
Ah!
No, don't shoot.
Ah!
I'm saving your backside again.
Just like old times. Come on.
He's not our killer.
- Not our killer? - No.
That's insane. Have you lost your mind?
He's just a child who craves what we all crave...
acceptance from a parent.
That reunion could never have taken place if she was dead.
Thank you.
He has a complex personality disorder, he's disturbed...
But no, he's not our killer.
I thought we were so close.
- Your hat. - Thank you.
I need a drink.
- A Slivovitz for me, and house wine for my friend. - Thank you.
No suspects. No clues. No leads. No witnesses.
Von Bulow has been hoping to kick me off the case.
This has just given him the opportunity he wanted.
- I'm sorry, Oskar... - No.
It isn't you.
I was so convinced that it was Hauke I forgot to do my job.
And now, the trail has gone cold.
- I'm sorry, sir. - It's all right.
How many tables? How many places?
What?
What do you mean? Why?
If we went outside right now and the drinks arrived,
how would the waiter know which place was yours and which was mine?
You're talking in riddles, Max. It's getting tiresome.
No, no, listen.
If we got up for a moment and we stepped outside,
how would he know for certain that this was your chair?
I don't know.
He would look for my... coat, I suppose.
Remember what Holler told us?
They got up to dance.
Now, I'm the Countess, you're Hauke.
Yes, obviously.
Then Holler said that while they were gone, her shawl,
- it fell to the floor. - Yeah.
Now, Holler, he picked it up.
But what if he placed it on Hauke's chair, instead of hers?
And the person bringing the poison...
put it there?
We may have been wrong this whole time.
What if he... was the intended victim?
We might have been looking in the wrong place all this time.
Sir. Scandal in the regiment.
The Uhlans. Exact same platoon.
And the dates match. Look.
Young man, an Uhlan, who hanged himself.
Found in bed with another soldier.
An officer.
It says the officer seduced him.
He was immediately discharged.
There's no names. The scandal was hushed up.
Hauke.
His relationship with the Countess, protection from wagging tongues.
God.
Oskar?
Thank you.
My beauty.
Haussmann found evidence, I was stupid.
- I ignored it. - What evidence?
The staff quarters in the hotel.
Bodies being sold like room service.
That's the reason why Hauke went there.
Still, who would want to kill him?
We've met the killer, Oskar.
We stared right in her face.
So, the poison was meant for me?
Gentlemen.
He was your son, the young Uhlan.
This animal seduced him.
My boy couldn't bear the scandal.
Hanged himself.
Frau Reiss, please, put it down.
You don't understand.
We loved each other.
Gentlemen.
Hauke was no villain.
He was lost and alone.
Forced to live a life of lies.
Evil with a woman's face?
There's no evil here, Max.
They've asked you to be a witness at my disciplinary hearing?
Ironic.
What a moment of victory for you, Liebermann.
You wait.
My time will come.
There is no greater need for a child than the love
and acceptance of a parent.
Perhaps that child is still inside us all,
still craving their approval.
The love of a parent can be powerful,
sometimes all-consuming.
Some parents will sacrifice anything for their child,
even themselves.
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