All language subtitles for Vienna Blood S01 E03

I remember falling ill as a child.

It's probably my earliest memory.

My mother fussing over me,

my father saying the healing prayer.

It was the first time I had a sense

of their immense,
overpowering love for me...

..and the fact that I
could entice it from them.

I wanted their love more than anything.

I became greedy.

Children remind us what we have gained

but also, what we have lost.

They make us come face-to-face
with our own mortality.

They are the people that we once were,

the land to which we can never return.

No...

Please...

To my darling husband!

Mazeltov!

Mazeltov!

Well, I may have been a great deal

thinner in London, but I don't
think I've ever been as happy!

Daniel, do you want to give
Grandfather his present?

Aw.

Grandfather. Ah, thank you, Daniel.

Hmm, I wonder what it is.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Thank you, darling.

Ah, good boy.

Ooh, Daniel, we need a knife,
would you run and get one?

Where's Clara tonight, Max?

I'm sorry. She sends her apologies.

Is she unwell? No.
She just had another engagement.

Oh, this had been in
the diary for months.

Is everything all right between you?

Oh, Mother! Stop clucking, will you?

It only makes him feel
important if you fuss.

Max?

Well, actually, er...

I'm sorry to break it to you. What?

Clara and I are no longer engaged, Mama.

Don't be absurd. Of course you are!

The invitations have all gone out.

My mother's lace,

the dress has been planned around it...

Max, what on earth is going on?

Daniel?!

Daniel! Oh, my darling!

Give me your handkerchief!

Daniel!

Daniel?

Oh, my God!

What were you thinking?!

Daniel?

Daniel?!

How is he?

He's lucky.

The wounds weren't too deep.

I don't understand.

What would make him do
something like that to himself?

Well done, Max.

That accident could have
been a great deal worse.

It wasn't an accident.
Don't be ridiculous.

It won't help Daniel
to pretend that it was.

I've seen cases of self-harm before.

Don't talk like that!
He's not a patient.

He's deeply disturbed, Mama.

No use in pretending otherwise.

Oh, my God!

Papa!

Max!

They came to live with us in
Vienna when Daniel's father died.

He was a soldier. Killed in action.

So, Daniel was brought up in Austria.

My sister decided to send him

to St Florian's, the military academy.

I would like you to come
to the school with me.

What is it?

What do they call it?

"The happiest days of your life"!

Julius Reisinger, headmaster,

and this is my deputy, Mr Becker.

Max Liebermann. I'm Daniel's uncle.

This is my colleague,
Inspector Rheinhardt.

Police Department, Leopoldstadt.

So, what is this about?

Why have you brought the police here?

My nephew was the victim of a
serious attack, Herr Reisinger.

He has a pattern of cuts and
bruises all across his body.

I came here on behalf of my sister.

She demands to know who's responsible.

St Florian's is a military academy.

The boys are all trained to fight.

It's a very physical education.

Naturally, there will be
scars from time to time.

This was no accident.

He was deliberately set upon.

May we speak with the boys in his class?

I'm sorry, not without
parental permission.

The family has complained.

This is an official inquiry.
I must insist.

Daniel won't be returning
until we get some answers.

Well...

You need his things.

I will fetch Mr Lang, the housemaster.

Bright lad.

Bright future.

Do you teach Daniel? Calligraphy.

I'm an artist,
but art isn't on the curriculum.

Not appropriate for the military.

Gentlemen?

Excuse me, sir.

I need to be excused from drill.

Anything in particular?

Or shall I just use my imagination?

There you go.

Boys are sent here for
all manner of reasons.

Usually because someone
in the family served,

sometimes because they're
growing up "too delicate".

You're not impressed by the philosophy?

Don't I seem impressed?

Well, you're the only member
of staff not in uniform.

Most of the staff were wounded

in action, careers cut short.

So, they live their lives
through the younger men?

Yes, exactly, Doctor.

When a child is born, it's perfect.

Nothing corrupted, nothing tainted.

What the hell happened to make
him do something like this?

Inspector! Herr Becker.

You run the sick bay, too?

I was in the Army Medical Corps.

I teach the boys chemistry and biology.

Did Daniel ever come
to you for any reason?

Such as? Unhappiness?

Did he want someone to talk to?

I trained as a medical doctor, not a...

What's the word?

Um, Freudian.

I think that's what
they're calling it in Vienna.

Who occupied this bed next
to Daniel's? Thomas Zelenka.

Well, did he leave the school?

There was an accident. He died.

They found his body in the river,

at the bottom of the ravine.

Playing daredevil games,
slipped and drowned.

Boys have been caught
going out to the grounds

from time to time.
A midnight adventure gone wrong.

Found at dawn by the groundsman.

Been in the water all night.

When was this? Ten days ago. Dear God.

But did anyone talk to
the boys afterwards?

"Talk"? They're supposed
to be in training.

Exposure to death is an asset.

They tried to erase his name.

What? Here, at the bedpost.

Daniel was trying to restore it.

The name...

Zelenka.

A "Z"...

That's what Daniel

was cutting into his arm!

Tell the groundsman not to let
them through the gates again.

But if they bring a warrant? They won't.

We have friends at
the Police Department.

Daniel, this is my friend, Oskar.

He's a policeman.

He's agreed to help us, but I
need you to tell him what happened.

We went to your school today.

We went to your school today.

We spoke to your housemaster.

What are these numbers, Daniel?

Are they a code?

I used to make up codes
when I was your age.

I wanted to ask you about the
boy in the bed next to yours.

Thomas Zelenka?

I heard what happened to him.

Was he a friend of yours?

Oh, God, give me clean hands,
clean words, clean thoughts,

and help me to stand for the
hard right against the easy wrong.

Daniel? Forgive me when
I am unkind to others

and help me to forgive those
who are unkind to me... Daniel?

Lend me the chance to do
a little good each day...

Daniel, what, is it? Daniel!
Oh, God, give me clean hands,

clean words, clean thoughts...
It's all right, Daniel, stop...

Forgive me when I am unkind to others

and help me to forgive
those who are unkind...!

I'm sorry! Daniel!

I'm sorry! Stop!

I'm sorry! Daniel, stop it!

I'm sorry...

Zelenka. Pupil at St Florian's.

You were the investigating officer?

Mm.

Tragic case.

Poor boy was 16.

Why are you looking
through my case files?

Seems remarkably thin.

It was an accident.

No arrests necessary.

The Commissioner is asking
for you, both of you.

Gentlemen?

There is something I need to tell both.

This isn't official.
It will be announced next week.

I've been offered Lechner's job.

I'm going to be the
next Chief of Police.

Congratulations, sir! Well done.

Yes, congratulations. Thank you.
I shall miss this place,

but greatness beckons.

Do they know who's taking your job, sir?

As far as I'm concerned,
I'd like it to be one of our own.

You are the two most senior officers.

You should see to it that you
impress over the coming weeks.

That's all.

"Do they know who's taking your job?"

Never miss an opportunity, do you?

Time for you to invest in a new suit.

That one won't get you
a job as a rat-catcher.

It's not a beauty pageant.

You'd better hope not!

Hello, Oskar.

Hello.

I've been in Vienna for a week now.

Where have you been staying?

My sister.

I...

I didn't know how it
would be between us.

So, I read about you in the papers.

Made a name for yourself.

Work is what I have in my life now.

Work is everything.

Have you been to the grave?

Have you seen her?

Oskar, please.

Everyone copes in their own way.

Some do it by staying.

Some do it by running away.

I'm sorry.

You don't deserve that.

Well? Two men. I saw them with Lang.

One of them was a policeman.
How can you be sure?

They called him "Inspector".

I'm not a complete idiot, Drexler!
If they discover... No!

We carry on.

No-one says a thing.

You remember when I was little,

you taught me how to write in code?

Leah and I used to write
each other messages.

Did you teach Daniel, too?
Yes. Yes, I think so.

First number is the line on
the first page of the book,

the second number is the
letter, counting across.

But you have to know the specific book

in order to decipher it.
Did Daniel write this?

I'm just trying to
understand him as best I can.

The world has turned upside down.

Not so long ago, we were a happy family.

So, you came in here
to talk about Clara.

Your mother and I, we don't
understand what's happening.

Some people are just
not meant to be together.

That's not an answer.
That's a line from a romantic novel.

Father.

We care about you... both.

Think about your future, my son.
You stood in this house

and signed a contract
before God. Of course

Everything must be viewed
as a business transaction!

Max...! I'm not in love with her!

I thought I was.

I'd convinced myself.

Are you sure you know what love is?

Perhaps you're looking for
something that doesn't exist.

Father, please...

What if there is no blinding
light, no fairy-tale ending?

Just two people willing
to grow old together.

There are worse ways to live.

Please, my son,

just think about it.

You told them? Well,
I couldn't keep it from them.

My mother plans her
days around the wedding.

She can barely think or
talk about anything else.

Suddenly makes it so real. I know.

I should have spoken to
you about it. I'm sorry.

Did you give them a reason?

We both know. Oh, and what's that?

That I can't love you as
much as you need to be loved.

Did you tell them there's someone else?

I honestly don't know
what I feel, Clara.

So, what are we to do now?

Wait until your feelings
have become clearer?!

I don't want to make
this painful for you...

It's a little late to
worry about that, Max!

Goodbye, Max.

I think I recall the case, yes.

Drowned. Lungs flooded with water.

Evidence of a sharp blow to the head.

Most likely he slipped and fell.

Where's the postmortem?

There was no examination.

It was obviously just a tragic accident.

Well, surely the blow could
have been inflicted first,

before the body entered the water?

I do know how to do my job, Doctor.

Doctor Liebermann didn't
mean to imply that you...

Yes, well, actually I did!

Well?

Such a wound would have
bled more profusely,

or maybe even healed in the night air.

Yes, but if he'd been
in the water all night

it would be difficult to tell.

You were duty-bound to examine him.

Is there somewhere you
have to go to learn this?

Learn what? Your superior manner.

No, it comes quite naturally to him.

You get used to it.

No, actually, you don't.

Well, if you'd both excuse me.

Why would someone feel
guilt about his death -

unless they'd caused it?

Guilt doesn't leave a physical scar.

You are the neurologist.

Well, you haven't lost
your ability to irritate.

I need to know why
Daniel feels responsible.

It says here the body's
still in the morgue.

When we visited the school before,

there was a boy with a mark on his hand.

Thomas Zelenka.

The exact same mark.

It's an identical wound.

What happened?

Help us, please.

You're the only one who can.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you know
exactly what's going on.

It happened before.

When I first came here.

Boys playing pernicious games.

I thought I'd put a stop to it.

But...

..you can't ever stop it.

There's something evil

in this institution,

a ritual passed between the generations.

Tell us about Zelenka. His last day.

Just like any other.

Morning chapel.

Studies before lunch. And after?

He was excused from military drill.

He wasn't tough like the other boys,

so I allowed him to work alone.

Dinner at six,

evening prayers, lights out.

He must have slipped
out of the dormitory

when everyone was sleeping.

I think he ran away

because he was tortured in that room.

Because he was
different from the others.

You have no right to
question me about my methods!

We've uncovered a pattern of violence

at St Florian's. You didn't investigate.

A boy was tortured and
you turned your back!

This is absurd!

You were a pupil.

You were a pupil.

I saw your name in the trophy cabinet.

How long has it been
going on? How many years?

Did you see to it that
there was no postmortem?

Now, wait...! Wait a moment!

If you are suggesting...!

We're going back into the Zelenka case,

interviewing all the witnesses
you should have spoken to.

And if we find something...

Well, you can kiss
goodbye to that promotion.

Do you have to enjoy it quite so much?

Enjoy what? Making him squirm.

You were enjoying it, too.

I suppose.

Max, your mind is on something else.

What happened? Something's wrong.

It's not only the boy.

What?

Tell me, please?

Well, I suppose you'll
find out soon enough.

Everybody knows everyone's
business in Vienna.

Clara and I -

we're no longer engaged.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I liked her.

Yes, well, you're not Jewish.

A broken engagement is like...

The sky has fallen?

Yes, something like that...

What happened between you,
if you don't mind me asking?

Always interrogating, aren't you?

Well, it's my job.

Is there somebody else involved?

Why would you ask that?

Ah, there is.

I thought so.

You're not the only
observer of human behaviour.

Stop smiling.

I wasn't smiling.

Yes, you were trying hard not to.

Doctor Max Liebermann,

expert in the inner
workings of the mind...

..except his own.

I asked you not to
come here. Yes, I know.

I had to.

Well, I would be grateful if you'd say

what you need to say and then go.

How are things going here at...?

You didn't come here to
make polite conversation.

Amelia... Please,
let's not dance around each other.

I came here to tell you...

..that Clara and I
are no longer engaged.

I see.

Anything else?

Yes, actually.

I'm in love with you.

Really?

Well, I can recommend an
article in The Science Journal.

Love is just a chemical.
It... It will explain.

Was there anything else you
wanted to discuss, or is...

..is that all you came to talk about?

I want to kiss you.

Or is there a chemical
substitute for that, as well?

Max...

Um, um...

I really must be going.
Yes! Yes. Of course.

Stoikjavic?

Wake up!

Stoikjavic...

..get dressed.

Go on.

Go on.

Move.

It's your duty.

Oh, stop crying!

Thank you.

Why would he come out here all alone

in the middle of the night?

Boys don't tend to have
adventures all alone.

Who was with him?

Unless...

He was running.

He was trying to escape from someone.

He was being hunted.

We need to speak to Zelenka's family.

My parents were in America.

They are travelling home...

..for the funeral.

An officer came to my home.

He told me that Thomas was dead.

I had to go alone, to the morgue.

16 years old.

My brother was gentle, not strong.

Not at all like a soldier.

Did he ever talk about school?

Did he ever complain
about the treatment there?

He was a good boy.

He wanted to make us all proud of him.

There is one thing,
if you are going to the school?

Yes?

He was a very fine painter.

He was working on a portrait in lessons.

We would like it returned, please.

Something to help us remember.

Of course.

I don't understand.

What's happening, Max?

Please, try not to worry.

There'll be a reason for his behaviour.

No matter how illogical it might seem,

there'll be a rational motive
and we'll find it, Leah,

but Daniel needs to communicate.

Encourage him to paint or draw.

Thomas wanted to run away
and I think you know why.

I think whoever hurt him hurt you, too.

I think you're unhappy because
you couldn't tell anyone about it.

I know there's a lot you want to say.

But I know that it's
painful for you to talk.

So...

..Thomas gave me the idea.

I thought we might paint.

What can you see?

Wolf.

A wolf.

A warrant?

We have sufficient evidence
to interview the boys.

You don't think you're
making too much of this?

Childish pranks? No.

No, sir.

A boy died.

Tread carefully.

Do you know our reputation, Inspector?

Some of the most
important men in Austria

educate their sons here.

Your reputation isn't my concern.

Now get out of my way or
I'll have you arrested!

Is that your idea of treading carefully?

Stefan Wolf?

That's your name?

You know Thomas Zelenka?

What's this about?

Just answer the question, please.

You do know my father's
a general in the Army?

Ah... and that affects your
ability to remember names?

I didn't know him.

But he was in your platoon.

In your dormitory.

I don't know everyone by name.

Well, he died.

Does a drowned corpse jog your memory?

We weren't that close.
And why is that, Stefan?

Did you think he was somehow different?

He was a lousy soldier.

And you didn't mix with the weak ones?

See, I mix with whomever I choose.

Is it any of your business?

I'll tell you what is my business -

torturing a boy who you
thought was inferior.

That's a serious allegation.

Thomas Zelenka had a
scorch mark on his hand.

He was careless with candles.

Someone scorched his
hand with a coin, Stefan.

They heated the coin
up over a candle flame

and then they made him
clutch it in his palm

until the flesh burnt away.

What sort of a boy would
do something like that?

If anyone said it was me,
they were a damned liar!

No-one's accusing you.

Some of the boys are weak.
They don't fit in.

But I'm not to blame.

We need someone to name him.

It'll never happen.

They all stick together, close ranks.

You can't break them.

Silence is our weapon.

I don't understand why I'm here.

What exactly do you want me to say?

What?!

You think I've done something wrong?

Why don't you tell me
why you asked me here?

My father's an ambassador.

I stole a pastry once, yes.

Is that what this is about?

The strudel?

How long am I going to be here?

How long am I going to
be kept sitting around?

All right.

I found it tucked behind his locker.

I get ill, you see.

I often stay back during drill.

Sometimes I...

..just... look around.

You steal things?

Not steal.

I put the letter back where I found it.

But you remember what it said?

It said that they were
going to run away together.

"They"?

The words he used... He
was in love with someone.

Smitten. They were going to run away,

and then they would tell the world

what was going on at St Florian's.

"What's going on"...?

Who was it from, this letter?

Zelenka.

It was his locker.

And who did he write it to?

I don't know.

It just said... "Beloved".

They're schoolboys, not murderers.

Have you ever seen dogs hunt?

As soon as they're in a pack,
their whole mentality changes.

You really think that's what happened?

Zelenka was going to run away.

He was going to tell the
world about his tormentors.

So, somebody stopped him.

We've stumbled into a
murder investigation.

Welcome to the case, Inspector.

Classic case of delusion.

Fascinating patient.
Which one of you would like to conduct

the preliminary examination?

Very well.

Dismissed.

Liebermann?

You're distracted.
Something on your mind?

No, nothing, sir.

Nothing?

What's the nature of your research?
It's a private patient.

Nonsense! You don't have
private patients. What's the name?

If you're working on a case,
then I wish to be kept informed.

Kindly submit a case report.

Yes, sir.

What do you boys want?

You told them.

You gave them our names.

I don't know what you mean.

You took them to the
place in the cellar.

They already knew.

And now, get out of my way!

You've been making up a
lot of stories, Master.

See, we can make up stories, too.

We're all very good at creative writing.

Bauer's going to make up a
story, on how you hurt him.

You conniving bastard!

You can't kill a rumour.

It's like a...

It's like a hydra.

You cut off one head,

two others grow back in its place.

It's dust.

Amelia!

What you're looking at
- prehistoric samples.

But you're not here to discuss my work.

Well...

Actually, I am.

I need to know the story
of his last few hours.

Why come to me?

Well, you can tell
the story of a specimen

when it's been buried in
the earth for centuries.

So, you can tell me what
happened to this boy.

What happened on his final day.

Well, it says he drowned.

Water washes away most
of the useful traces.

Well, the pathologist at the hospital,

he's old-fashioned,

his methods are out-of-date.

He thinks the boy drowned.

I don't.

Help me prove him wrong.

Help me prove that whole hospital wrong.

What?

What have you done?

The pictures.

Her dresses, her shoes.

What did you do with them?

I thought, perhaps,
there were other children who may...

Please don't tell me
you got rid of them!

I gave them to a charity. A poorhouse.

Why didn't you ask me?! Oskar...

Those things are all I've got
left of her! My only memories!

There's a moment, every day...

..when I wake up.

A moment...

..when I forget. Don't.

You need to move on.

You can't live with all the
memories still in the house,

suffocating you... Don't come back here

telling me what I want and what I need!

Oskar, I didn't leave because of Mitzi!

I left because of you,

because of this.

It's destroying you, Oskar.

You have to let go.

It's all right.

Come on.

I'll need to take samples.

Thank you.

I know it was difficult
for you, coming here again.

Goodnight.

Shh!

How is he?

God help me, I don't
recognise my own son, Max.

He feels guilty. Guilt,
more than anything, changes a person.

I couldn't persuade him to draw.
I know you said...

It's all right.
He'll draw when he's ready.

That school, they never studied art.

Just calligraphy, technical drawing.

Max...? I'm an artist,
but art isn't on the curriculum...

He was working on a
portrait in lessons...

What's the matter?

Where are you going?

Are you going to make this a habit?

My wife.

Else, Doctor Liebermann. Hello.

Frau Rheinhardt. Er, forgive me.

What do you want? The painting!

The painting in the school,
we have to find it.

Sorry, I have to go.

Can you tell me what you're looking for?

Be careful, Inspector!
So, where is it, the painting?

His sister told us
that he was a painter.

But you told us the
school doesn't teach art.

Which means you taught
him privately? ..No.

Careful.

Please be careful.

Where is it?
A canvas doesn't just suddenly vanish.

Why would you need to hide it?

Why would you want to keep it a secret?

Don't!

His last painting,

your brilliant protege.

Couldn't bear to destroy it,

but you couldn't let anyone see it. Why?

We know that girl.

Remember?

Fraulein?

Were you expecting someone else?

Herr Becker, he is...?

My father.
And did you know Thomas Zelenka?

The boy that died?

I know his name.

What's this about exactly?

Fraulein, please, don't waste our time.

He must have seen me hereabouts.

Oh, I think you posed
for it in this room.

No!

Don't lie to us.

That's the chair in the painting.

The boy is dead.

We need to know the truth.

There are strict rules.

I'm not allowed to
interact with the boys.

I get... very lonely.

And then Herr Lang approached me.

He said there was a student
who wanted to paint my portrait.

I was very flattered.

Lang arranged the sessions?

How often were you alone
with him together here?

You and Zelenka?

I can't recall.

Maybe four... five times.

Gentlemen?

Great talent.

So sad.

Such a loss.

These boys have no contact with women.

This sort of thing is
only to be expected.

"This sort of thing"?

Youthful infatuation.

A secret admirer.

Well, thank you for
bringing this to my attention,

but my daughter is not
involved, Inspector.

Well, she must have
sat for him for hours.

She knew the victim.

That may be so, but it
has no bearing on the case.

They were going to run away together.

They were going to run away together.

She's the "Beloved" in the letter.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

You have to work. No, no.

I mean, I'm sorry.

You were right. I...

My grief...

Nothing? No. No traces?

If the body was in the
water for some time,

then anything incriminating
would have been lost.

I'm sorry. There's nothing I could find.

No, thank you for coming here.

I was eager to help.
Eager enough to risk seeing me again?

We're scientists, Doctor.

It's a language we speak.

Well, you'll stay for tea.

No, well... Please?
It's the least I can do.

Don't worry.

No prying eyes or wagging tongues.

You're completely safe.

Hmm, apparently,
we're expecting company.

Max? What are you doing?

Ah, Father, meet Miss Lydgate.

Not right now. What?!

Fraulein, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to ask you

to leave immediately.
Miss Lydgate is a colleague of mine

and I've invited her to tea!

Max, why don't you do
what you're told for once?!

Hello, everyone.

I asked Clara here.
I wanted to talk to you both.

You wanted to do some mending.

I didn't know you'd be entertaining.

It's a professional consultation.

Well, shouldn't we all sit down?

Perhaps it would be better
if I left? No, please.

Stay.

Er, please... Sit here.

Well, I see you wasted no time
in moving on with your life.

Clara, please...

Fraulein Lydgate...

Yes.

..you don't remember our first meeting?

You were hysterical when we met.

I carried you to an ambulance.

Clara... Clara, I am so sorry...

Father, your involvement
thus far has not been useful.

I really must be going.
Please, forgive me.

No, please... I understand you

better than you think, Max.

Can't resist a mystery, can you?

Always drawn to an enigma. Don't.

Perhaps I'm too blunt for you,
too straightforward.

Well, here I go again.

You can go straight to hell!

Excuse me.

Sorry I'm late.

Clara?

What the hell were you thinking?
We wanted some answers.

If I'd known she was going to be here...

Barely a week has passed since
you broke off your engagement

and already you're prancing
around town with this other woman.

Who is she? Her name's Amelia Lydgate.

Is she British? Yes. She's a scientist.

She works at the Museum. And?

Are you going to marry her?!

Well, I've only known her a month.

And funnily enough,
it hasn't cropped up yet!

Did you meet her at the synagogue?

No, she's not Jewish. Oh!

It gets better and better!

I met her at the hospital.
She's a patient of mine.

On the ward?!

Please tell me you're joking...!

On the neurology ward?!

I can't remember the last time

we all went to the synagogue
together. Can you, Daniel?

Clean hands, clean thoughts...

How does he know the
school prayer? What?

St Florian's. The Christian
prayer, I heard him recite it.

Well, does he attend chapel?
No, of course not.

But he knows it by heart.

Well, he must have learned it.

All the boys would
know it, I suppose. Why?

They never need to
stare at the prayer book.

Just comes to each of them naturally.

I tried every book I could find.

The Bible, Daniel's school dictionary.

What are you talking about?

The code scribbled on Daniel's papers.

Go back to the beginning,
Max. What's this about?

The pairs of numbers,
it's a specific schoolboy code.

The first number is a line
on the first page of a book,

the second number is the
letter. Counting across.

If you know the specific book,
you can decipher it.

But it was never a book at all!

Every boy knows a verse by heart.

A prayer. The school prayer.

That's what these numbers
refer to, Oskar. Look!

P...

R...

O...

V...

E...

..H...

Y...

OK, that's "worthy".

"Prove yourself worthy."

C... H...

O... O...

S...

E.

Z...

E...

L...

E...

N...

K...

A.

They received coded messages.

It was never a random choice.

It's not over.

There'll be others.

We have to catch them in the act.

Ah.

What have I ever done to...? Shut up!

Don't talk.

What's that for?

Tonight, we're going to
teach you some courage.

Go on.

Put it in your mouth.

No.

Please.

Don't.

Do you want to belong?

Do you want to be one of us?

Do it!

Now, go on, Stoikjavic!

Someone's coming! Someone's here!

Haussman! That one!

Ah.

The Ambassador will be proud.

Get up, boys! Up!

What did you think would happen?

That you'd be an officer one day?

All you had to do was
drag someone weaker

down to the crypt and torture them?

It's our tradition.

Rite of passage.

It's what we've always done.

You can't stop it.

Max! For God's sake!

He's just a boy!

You can't stop it.

It's how it's always been!

Don't.

Put it down. Don't be stupid.

You think you're better?

You think you have the
right to hurt us all?

Perger, please.

Please...

Look at him.

He's just a boy.

He's just a frightened child.

It's all right. It's all right.

There's been a complaint.

General Wolf.

Excessive use of force against his son.

Commissioner... Dammit!

I warned you.

This is delicate.

Who is responsible?

I am.

Anything that happened,
I take full responsibility for it.

This doesn't look good.

All eyes are on you for a
possible promotion, Rheinhardt.

I know what's hurting you, Daniel.

I know what you did to one another.

Can you tell me what happened
the night Thomas Zelenka died?

It was my turn.

And Thomas was selected for punishment?

Yes.

But he ran?

Yes.

Zelenka! Boys!

He refused to submit.

So, he tried to get away...

..and he disappeared into the forest.

We were frightened he would tell.

You can't escape!

We chased him down to the river.

Who dealt the blow, Daniel?

I don't understand.

Who hit him?

No-one.

No.

Please...

..let me go.

He was sick. He was choking...

Unable to breathe.

He died right in front of us.
None of us even touched him.

We thought...

We assumed that maybe he'd
had some sort of attack...

Because of what you'd done to him? Yes.

So, you threw his
body in the river? Yes.

I buried his clothes,
so no-one would know.

What clothes?

His cape.

I...

I was the one who was trying to hide it.

Poor Thomas... I watched
him die right in front of me.

I know.

I'm sorry... I know, darling.

Zelenka was already dying.

I think I can prove it, Leah.

But I need Daniel to come back to
the school with me one more time.

Please?

It's some sort of cyanide gas.
There's no marks on it,

but you can smell it... just.

No, there's nothing to see.

It's colourless and odourless to some,

but, to some, it has a
distinct residue of the scent.

So, he was poisoned?

Yes.

His lungs?

Well, once the lungs
were clogged with water,

it would have been impossible to trace.

Well, how would you
achieve something like that?

Well, you would need
access to a laboratory or...

Specialist knowledge of chemistry. Hm.

I was in the Army Medical Corps...

I teach the boys
chemistry and biology...

Where's your father, Fraulein?

You were having an affair?

That boy?

No.

No, never.

He was... very kind.

Oh, God.

Poor Thomas.

We know about the letter.

One of the boys discovered it.

Those letters weren't from him.

What?

I should have told you.

Zelenka was just a messenger.

Gentlemen?

Herr Becker?

Forgive the intrusion.

I'm sorry, I thought
you were finished here.

I have a class, but if you'll wait...?

We came to talk about your daughter.

Out!

Get out!

You left her alone in that
tiny cottage every day,

bored, discontent...

I'm sorry, what is this about?

Zelenka went there often to paint her.

An adolescent boy and your
little girl, all alone.

Because of what he did
to her, under your roof,

right under your nose...

..you decided to punish him.

He sat in this room.

You must have offered him a quiet
place to work in the afternoon.

You set an experiment...

..pumping out toxic chemicals.

She is everything to me, Inspector.

All I have in this world.

All the boys were laughing,

calling her names, taunting us.

He defiled her.

Zelenka made a joke of my family.

Except the messages were from Lang...

..not the boy.

Lang arranged for Thomas to paint her.

He used him as a messenger.

Lang was her lover.

Zelenka was just a go-between.

You forced him to inhale that poison

when the poor boy was just an innocent.

Becker!

Stop! Stop!

Becker! Stop!

Becker, give up!

Becker!

Becker! It's over!

Becker!

Becker! Stop!

Stop!

Please, don't!

Think of your daughter.

Please.

She will remember me as I was.

A man of honour.

No!

Stop!

No!

The school may not survive the scandal.

That's hardly our concern.

Very well. Well,
why don't you come and join us?

We are celebrating. Sir?
Von Bulow's promotion.

He's been named my successor.

I was a pupil at St Florian's, too.

You didn't know that, did you?

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Honoured to be given the chance
to replace the irreplaceable!

I will miss his sense of humour.

Doctor Liebermann!

A word!

Sir?

The morgue.

You arranged for samples
to be taken from a corpse?

Who was the woman? A scientist.

A research assistant.
Not an employee of this hospital?

No, sir.

I'm afraid this is very unorthodox.

You will be placed on suspension
until this matter is investigated.

But... Go home! You're no
longer permitted on the premises!

Else?

She's right, of course.

Impossible for us to be together.

We have so little time, Max.

If you have any chance at happiness,

you should grab it with both hands.

Don't let the world hold you back.

If you love her,

whoever she is...

..you should be with her.

And so you're the one
giving me advice now?

Your nephew, when you introduced us,

you told him I was your friend.

Was that true?

You really don't know by now?

So...

..tell me, Inspector,
what's our next case?