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Frau Schmollinger.
Welcome to the fairy tale.

-Please, sit
-Thank you.

A painter once wrote:
There is nothing in this world

that is not beautiful

you can take the plainest,
most unprepossessing thing,

change the light,
change the perspective
and voila!

it becomes dazzling.

A hundred years later
a Viennese doctor wrote,

that beauty is redundant

it has no use and yet

it can become
the most dangerous thing
in the world.

It can become
the source of an addiction.

Who's it for?

Jurgens.

Peters.

For Petra.

-Who's it for?
-Just your name.

Right.

Ladies, thank you
for your excellent work,

but it's time to go home.

Aren't you coming, Adele?

No,
I just want to finish off here.

Alright.

-So,
you're going to lock up?
-Of course.

You work too hard, Adele.

See how beautiful I am.

Come. Touch me.

Can you tell me her name?

Adele. Zeiler.

How long did she
work for the company?

I don't know, maybe a year.

I, I left her alone
last night to lock up.

Any idea what happened here?

No, sorry inspector...

-Inspector.
-Doctor.

No wounds of any kind.
No sign of a struggle.
No bruising.

Might simply be a heart attack.
Hard to say.

Move, out of my way.
What's all this about?

What happened to her, Inspector?

Reinhardt, Leopoldstadt Police.

Her underwear
was on the floor beside her.

Looks like she had intercourse.

No signs that she was raped.

Right then, doctor,
how did she die?

Very fine weapon.
Like a needle.

Directly inserted
into her brain.

Difficult to achieve
but somehow he managed it.

Thank you, doctor.

I'm looking
for Doctor Liebermann.

Who shall I say is calling?

Inspector Rheinhardt. A friend.

You'll have to wait.
He's with a patient.

Thank you.

And how many times
a day, Erstweiler?

Three, maybe four.

Well, perhaps a little more,
sometimes.

So I can see,
your hands are red raw.

Why do you wash them so often?

I scrub and I scrub.

But I never feel
truly clean, Doctor.

I want you to consider
that perhaps it's not dirt

you are trying to scrub away.

I don't understand your meaning.

Well,
perhaps it's something else.

-Perhaps it's a memory?
-Memory...

-See you next week?
-Yes.

You tracked me down
to my apartment, then?

You can't hide from me, Max.

Please, come in...

A tiny puncture wound
received to the back
of her neck.

Dr Jaeger tells me her death
almost certainly would have
been instantaneous.

Hmm, the occipital bone.

When the head is tilted forward

there's a tiny aperture
giving access to the brain stem.

Someone who knew
what they were doing.

A, a surgeon or a doctor?

Mm. Please don't
touch that, thank you.

So, they were intimate and...

and then he murdered
her straight after.

No apparent motive.
A senseless crime.

Hmm.

What do you think?

Do you have a different
interpretation?

I found it deep inside
the wound. Must have broken off.

Some sort of pin.
It's a long shaft.

-Maybe a hatpin?
-Hmm.

What more can you tell us, Max?

-What about the dress?
-I'm taking fibers for analysis.

It's elegant. Not her size.

Borrowed it off a mannequin.

So, she was expecting company.

She dressed up.

Hold please.

Eager to impress him.

Max, what are you doing?

Re-enactment. You're the victim.
I'm the killer.

Would you like me
to clear some space on the floor
so you can lie down together?

No thank you, doctor.

There were no bruises
on the body?

No blood beneath
the fingernails...

means she probably
consented to lie with him.

We've already come
to the same conclusion,

without the theatrics,
Doctor Liebermann.

Oh, but then why kill her?

Maybe they argued.
A crime of passion.

The wound was precise.
It wasn't inflicted
in a rage, Inspector.

Max? There must be something?

The French
call it 'La petite mort'.

'The little death'.

I believe she was killed
during their communion.

Stabbed at the point
of sexual climax.

That was very helpful,
thank you...

You're welcome.

-Inspector! Max!
-Fraulein Weiss.

I didn't expect
to see you here!?

You're not interested
in fashion, are you?

Er, no, no. no,

we're here on a case, actually.

Really?

What about you?

Are you here for a fitting or...

Of course.
Women only have one thing
on their minds:

looking glamorous.

-Right, yes, sorry.
-Actually, I'm here on business.

Oh? What business is that?

My business. And none of yours.

Well, it was lovely
to see you again.

You too, good day.

A fine collection you have here.

Torture instruments,
most of them.

The price of beauty.

I keep them to remind myself:
it's my mission
to free Vienna's women.

Thank you.

Adele had been with a man
shortly before she died.

The dress, the way we found her.
She was dressing up
for their 'encounter'.

She entertained him,
after everyone had gone.

They had er, intercourse
right where we found her...

-Dear God! I had no idea--
-Shh!

How did she die, Inspector?

She was murdered.
A hatpin inserted
into the brainstem.

Oh...

You live here,
above the workroom?

-Yes.
-And last night?

My husband was here with me.

Selma and Valentin
have rooms upstairs.

You're saying that she
was murdered whilst the four
of us were on the premises?

God!

How many men work here?

Valentin, obviously.
And Ludo Rainmayr.
Our photographer.

Well, your husband,
your secretary
and your photographer

will all need to present
themselves for interview.

-This is Aschenputtel?
-Yes.

Cinderella begging for a dress
to make her beautiful.

Transformation. That's my job.

I provide the magic.

Frau Vogl.

I've seen bad things...

I've seen terrible things
on the job, for sure.

We've been to very dark places.
But...

this is beyond my comprehension.

It's not 'the dead'
that excites him, Oskar.
It's death itself.

He has to be there
at that precise moment.

It's kind of... penetration.
There's your motive.

Do you have to speak
about it with quite
so much relish?

Some boys collect butterflies...

And for you it's murderers.

What's the matter with you, Max?

All murders are sickening,
Oskar. Why do you find this one
so repellent?

Why do you find it so
fascinating?

Sometimes you actually
sound like you...
you're enjoying it!!

Murder is a sexual act?

What?

Affection, intimacy are sacred,
beautiful things, Max.

What kind of man
taints these things with murder?

It's exactly
why we need to find him.

Exactly why we need
to peer inside his mind.

Well, that was interesting,
to run into Clara again.

She didn't
seem happy to see you.

Yes. Too many things
have happened. Too many...

We had a flirtation.

The next thing I know,
she's called off her engagement.

Oh. Quite a scandal, hmm?

It's like two stars colliding,
whenever we come together.

We agreed never to meet again.

Always seems
to end in devastation.

-To devastation.
-To devastation.

Adele was a promising
young seamstress.

Did you know much
about her private life?

Came to Vienna to find work.

No family.
She was all alone in the world.

Did she ever make
any sexual advances?

No.

I don't know their names,
the women that toil
in the back room.

What is your work
in the salon?

I'm the photographer.
I work with the models.

I won't be much use to you.
To be honest,
I'm quite busy so...

may I go?

What's your field
of expertise, doctor?

I'm in General Practice. Why?

Adele was killed
by a hatpin inserted
to the base of the brainstem.

Whoever did it had some
skill in anatomy.

My wife and I were together
in our apartment.
I'm sure she will vouch for me.

It's back-breaking work.
Look here, my hands are raw.

If you're unhappy here,
maybe it's time
you left us, Selma.

Ah!

Here's that chambray.
Oh, and the new silk
poplin is here, aha!

Ah!

-Well...
-It's beautiful.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, the "copen blue"
is gorgeous.

Max!

-Sorry, am I disturbing you?
-No.

Changed your mind,
decided to join
the family business?

Too late, I'm afraid.
Your sister is running
things now.

Keeps us all in line!

I just had one question...

Are you telling us that someone
was actually murdered
when wearing this?

That's not the sort
of inquiry we get that often.

It just seemed sort
of unusual: the design, I mean.

I wondered if it had
some sort of significance.

Very intricate.
Looks almost Slavic.

Hmm. Who's the designer?

-A woman named Kristina Vogl.
-Oh?

I know her.
She's quite the latest thing.

Loose-fitting,
billowing sleeves, no corsets.

Very modern.

Not the sort of thing
your mother would wear.

Or anyone's mother,
to be honest.

The victim was wearing it?

Dressed in it specifically
to entertain her killer.

I don't know much
about Frau Vogl, Max. But...

-But?
-Well, there are rumors...

What rumors?

Well, she's an artist after all!

They say she's not entirely...
"normal".

Oh, papa. How can you be
such a dreadful old gossip!

Well, you only have
to look at the designs, Leah.

Vogl's women look
like they've been
stuffed into a paper bag.

Like she's disguising
their femininity.

It's called fashion.

But I don't suppose
that word has any meaning
around here, does it?

Sure you don't still want
that job after all, Max?

Hah!

Yes, well, thank you, papa.

-Any callers, Elena?
-Erm, no, sir.
Just the mail here.

Thank you. You can leave.

If there is beauty
in all things,

then surely death
is among them.

Consider the roses,
cut from their stems at
the exact moment of blooming.

You are looking for me, I know.

But maybe you have already
met me. Maybe I am closer
than you think.

I am the man who killed her...

"If there is beauty
in all things then surely
death is among them..."

It's just as I thought, Oskar.
He finds death
sexually alluring.

I don't understand. What, Max,
what is the connection?

That's why he killed
her with the pin,
a deliberately tiny wound

so as not to 'spoil' her beauty.

Do you think he's boasting?
You think that's why
he wrote this?

I think he wants
company on his journey.

I think his madness
is a lonely place to live.

It was forwarded from the
hospital. So, he doesn't know
where I live. Not yet.

He followed
the cases we've done together.

He thinks
I'm a connoisseur of murderers.

I alone can
appreciate his 'gift'.

-The price of fame!
-Hmm.

Hold on...
forwarded from the hospital?

Hmm, and delivered
by hand this morning.

If you look at the post-mark...

It's from a week ago.

That was before
Adele Zeiler was murdered.

That doesn't make any sense.

"I am the man
who killed her." "Killed."

He says it like
it's already happened.

He's not talking about Adele.

There's another victim
somewhere.

-Yes?
-How was your meeting
at the station?

I'm sorry.
This has been difficult for you.

For us all.

Would you mind?

Dr Vogl said--

You work for me not my husband.

Now do as I ask.

Sending the little doggie
to run your errands.

And off he goes,
wagging his little tail.

He's loyal. Always has been.

But 'loyalty'
is something you will
never appreciate.

You know what I think?

I think secretly
he wants to dress up
in one of your gowns.

That's why he hangs around here,
sniffing at your heels.

-Inspector?
-Frau Linder.

Doctor Liebermann.

-How can I help you?
-We are looking
for unexplained deaths...

Women, young women,
who died under
mysterious circumstances...

The wound would have been
very small, back of the neck

and it may not
have been recorded...

Also evidence of sexual congress
just prior to death--

Gentlemen,

do you have any idea
how many women
are murdered in Vienna?

Well, if anyone
can find her, Fraulein...

-Of course...
-Just cases
from the last few weeks.

Here's one.
She worked in the flower market.

Flower Market?

Consider the roses,
cut from their stems...

...at the exact moment
of blooming.

That's what he meant.
Do we have a name?

-Mathilda Brunner.
-When did she die?

The case is relatively new.
Reported a week ago.

And the officer on duty?

-Detective Taube.
-Inspector Rheinhardt.

-What can I do for you?
-Mathilda Brunner.
You recall the case?

Didn't pay the rent on time.

Landlord broke into her
apartment. Found her dead.
Nothing more to it.

May I have a look
at the file a moment?

Thank you.

It doesn't mention
a cause of death.

Nothing that we could find.

-You didn't order a post-mortem?
-For a slum death?

-Happens all the time.
-And so you closed
the case on her?

Poor girl was ragged,

thin, barely skin and bone.

We need to see that body.

What!?

Dr Liebermann consults
with us on these matters.

Pauper's grave.

You may be lucky.
They might not have sealed it.

There. That one.
The white shroud.

Put her in a couple of days ago.

Sure you want to see her?

-Won't be pretty.
-Just help me get her out,
would you?

That her?

There it is. Barely noticeable.

Puncture wound
to the back of the head.

Could be post-mortem.

Could have happened
in the grave site.

Don't be ridiculous!
She was murdered.
And you failed to spot it.

No. Now, wait a minute...

She was the first.

Adele Zeiler was next.
There'll be more, Oskar.

This is just beginning.

-Thank you Doctor.
-Welcome.

Identical methods. We're looking
at a multiple murderer.

Hmm...

He's just beginning his... work.

And then there's this...

Ah. Interesting.

Dr Liebermann has an admirer?

It's common among
psychotic killers. They feel
the need to share their plans.

They want an audience.

So, erm, Taube,

you didn't identify the wound?

No, sir, I--

Rather sloppy bit of work.

You can go.

You're no longer needed here.

So...

Reinhardt,

you've done well... I guess

you should take the reins...
on both murders.

What's the matter with him?

What do you mean?

I've never seen
him smile before.

This way, inspector.

-It's a real tragedy
that she died.
-Is it?

Yes, of course, she was behind
with the rent, two months.

It's just through here.
Fraulein Brunner's apartment.
Where I found her.

Hey! Out of my way, girl!
Come on! Go! Go home!

This way, inspector.

Who are these men,
Haas? What are they doing here?

Police. Get into your apartment.

Huh! I hope
they've come to arrest you.

For making us
live in this pigsty!

I said get back
in your apartment!

Damned trouble-maker.

She will never fade.
Not like the dead blooms.

He was describing
her death scene.

Death, you horror of nature,

ever moving runs your clock.

Poor girl.
She was so sweet-natured.

But also lonely.

Did you ever see a man with her?

There were always men.
Never the same one twice.

You think
you'd recognize a face?

I doubt it.

Just in case
you think of anything else.

Inspector?

You really want
to arrest some criminals?

That bastard
who owns this place.

We pay him rent
and he does nothing for us.

Anything else
I can help you with, Inspector?

Yes.

The next time I come back
here I want the place
to be cleaned up.

There are rats running around.

And there are children
playing here!

These people pay
next to nothing.

They give you
what they can afford.

They are used to living
in squalor. This is how
they were brought up.

And I mean, what do you expect?
Most of them are immigrants.

Keeping people
no better than animals.
I'd say that was a crime.

And my business is to punish
criminals. In whatever way
I choose.

Do you understand?

-Yes...
-Yes what?

Yes, inspector.

Don't disappoint me.

Your hat.

Alright. Well,
I'm beginning to see
glimpses of him.

Pictures forming.

Hmm, alright then.

What do you see?

Some time in his past,
perhaps in his youth?
He's witnessed death

close at hand. He's seen someone
die and yet...

What?

It only rendered
them more beautiful.

That hardly
narrows it down, Max.

Everyone, at some time
in their life,
suffers a bereavement.

It doesn't explain what started
this spate of killings.

Something
took him back to that moment...

re-awoke those
feelings inside him.

What?

What if we play his game?
Encourage him
to keep making contact?

How would you plan to do that?

Well, I could give an interview,
in the newspaper.

Some small acknowledgment.
A little... flattery.

What if that spurs him
into his next act of violence!?

Oskar, he's like a child
who wants attention
from a parent.

If I can show him
I understand then
perhaps he'll talk to me...

the psychopathy of the killer
is unlike anything I have
ever encountered before.

-He is obsessed by beauty...
-Is that a new suit?

...and he wishes
to preserve it, like pinning
a butterfly to a board...

Wait!

Erm, I'm here, I'm here...

Thank you, gentlemen.

So? What happened?

We're celebrating.
My first article,
for the newspaper.

You sold it!?

Oh, congratulations, darling.

It's a piece about
the fashion industry in Vienna.

How exciting!

An interview with Kristina Vogl.
And it will be published
on Monday.

Is she as odd
as they say she is?

My father thinks
she's positively scandalous!!

What's wrong?

I ran into your brother.

Yes, I heard. Terrible.

Ah, yes. Erm,
there was an incident
at the Vogl workshop.

Apparently,
a girl was killed there.

Yes, I heard. Terrible.

Max is assisting the police.
You know how he likes
to make a nuisance of himself.

Anyway. Let's celebrate!
To your new career!

-Prost!
-Prost!

Are you alright, Kristina?

Can't seem to find
the inspiration.

You've had a shock.
My poor sweet.

It's only to be expected.

I thought we'd agreed...

I haven't been sleeping, Heinz.

Forgive me.

It's my fault.

I should've never
prescribed it...

It's not your fault.

I sent Valentin
to get it for me.

What is the matter?
There's something else.

Something... something's wrong.
What is it?

-I'm not sure.
-Kristina...

The night that Adele died.
I think I might have
seen something.

I should go to the police.

Tell them everything.

What if you're mistaken?

You've had episodes before.

This wasn't an hallucination.

Mathilda Brunner...
A flower girl.

Worked at the flower market
on Hollandstrasse.

No family. Not much income.

Living in a slum apartment.

Second victim. Adele Zeiler.
Worked as a seamstress.
Michaelerplatz.

They were both poor...

rather lonely, needy.

What's the connection?

They were both drawn to beauty!

The Vogl dress, the flowers.

-Where would you go?
-Hmm?

If you were him?
If you were scouting
the city for victims...

Where would you hunt for them?

You like these pictures?

I think she's beautiful.

I wish I could be a model.

Pretty girl like you.

Would you like me to help you?

I could make you into a goddess.

-I've thought
about it, Heinz.
-About what?

I have to talk to the police.

And tell them what?

You saw a shadow? A specter?

The night that Adele died
you were in no state to be
a credible witness!!

Maybe I can end this!

Please, for the sake
of your reputation,
don't get involved!

Alright.

-Ready?
-I suppose.

Where's the gown?

The gown?

-Well?
-Well...

So?

Please.

Keep going.

A man?

I saw him distinctly.

He was inside the house
that same evening.

Why didn't you come
forward before?

I couldn't recall him at first.

The shock,
you understand, Inspector.

I've been ill.

Some medicines can produce
an hallucinogenic effect.

You think this man
could have been an illusion?

That's why you
asked me to come here?

He had no face, inspector.

He was masked. Featureless.

A black mask stretched
across his face.
No strings, like it...

like it was fused to his skin.

You understand why
I was unwilling, at first,
to trust my senses?