All language subtitles for Vienna Blood S01 E04

PROFESSOR MATTHIAS: All killed
by the same weapon -

a long blade.

Any clients who came in
regularly?

VON BULOW:
One name keeps cropping up.

I found this.

The mood of the city
is changing.

They'll hang you!

I need you to tell me
what you saw.

Miss Lydgate.

Dr Liebermann.

Hello.

Look at the pattern of wounds.

Krull wasn't the killer.

Five people have been murdered.

Whoever commissioned this work,

there's a chance
he inspired the killer.

There's an exhibition
of my work.

They will all be there.

"All"?

The Brotherhood of Primal Fire.

He died in custody.

I saw the newspapers.

Well, you tried to help us.

Thank you.

I, er...

I wanted to ask you something.

Before you say anything,

I need to make a little speech.

You and I have had

a strange beginning.

Most people when they meet,

they stand behind

a veil of politeness.

They dance around each other,

never saying what they mean.

You and I have never done that,just...

...force of circumstance.

So...

...I hope you'll forgive me

for being blunt.

But then, blunt is

the only language

we have ever spoken, Doctor.

My life has been more
settled of late.

Yes, I'm glad to hear it. I was...

I was grateful
to have the opportunity

to work with you on your case.

But I think that's where our...acquaintance should end.

I don't think we should
see each other again.

If I've offended you
in some...

No, Max.

I am trying to rebuild my lifehere in Vienna.

Don't you see?

After my illness

and the article in the paper,

the...scandal
that surrounded it.

I didn't intend...

You and I have only
ever spoken the truth.

Good luck with your engagement.

[BELL TOLLS]

[PRIEST MURMURS QUIETLY]

[WOMAN SOBS]

I was wrong.

And I'm sorry.

I never thought
I'd bury my own child!

You don't know how that
feels...!

Yes...

VOICE BREAKING: Yes, I do.

-Ah, good evening.
-Good evening.

Welcome.

My pleasure.

I would be grateful

if you could be discreet,Doctor.

Keep a muzzle
on your inspector.

-Good evening, sir.
-Good evening.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-What for?
-For this.

For taking me out.

For reminding me.

Reminding you of what?

That we do know
how to be happy.

Like something
from a chocolate box.

Oh, of course.

They're not the modern taste.

You can't just make somebody look pretty and desirable.

Don't tell me, you like them.

Well, let me see
if I can find one

to hang above the mantelpiece in our new home.

Yes.

Max? Isn't that your inspector?

Inspector Rheinhardt.

Doctor.

Oh, you remember my fiancee, Clara.

Fraulein.

You came to
our engagement party.

Yes, thank you.

What are you doing here?

I thought
Max was taking me out.

Er...

I didn't realize
there were three of us.

That's going to make it
awfully difficult

when we choose dance partners.

Clara...

You forgot to mention
he was coming.

Well, never mind. You forget so many things these days.

I'd be surprised if he shows up to the wedding.

Let me leave you boys alone.

Beautiful girl.

Energetic.

Wonderful humor.

I wonder what attracts herto you.

Yes, I've been starting
to think the same thing.

Olbricht said
they'd all be here.

The Brotherhood.

Let's get to work, Doctor.

Looks like it ought to be stuck inside a book of fairy tales.

You're not an admirer?

My uncle has no eye for art.

I come for the champagne.

Your uncle?

Yes.

Gustav von Triebenbach.

It's his champagne
you're drinking.

-So, that's von Triebenbach? -Yes.

He's our host.

Which rather begs
the question -

how did you get in here?

I'm a friend of the artist.

Ah.

Me, too.

Welcome.

I don't know your name.

Er, Max. Max Liebermann.

Er, I didn't catch yours.

I didn't give it.

[WOMAN LAUGHS NEARBY]

Now...

...that's art.

MAX: Sorry?

MAN: Her. In gold.

Excuse me.

But I prefer...

"Thou art fairer
than the evening air

"Clad in the beauty
of a thousand stars."

How many times?

I beg your pardon?

Every gentleman in Vienna knows

two lines of poetry by heart.

How many times have you used it this week?

How many girls are fairer
than the evening air?

Ruprecht Hafner.

Clara Weiss.

Clad in the beauty of...?

What was it?

A thousand stars.

CLARA: Yes.

Is everything alright?

Of course.

It's von Triebenbach.

-Carnuntum.
-Yeah.

Carnuntum.

You know your history?

History?

No, I thought
it was just a folk tale.

Ha.

The, er, tribesmen rise up,

rid the land of the invaders.

No.

No, no, no, no.

You're an author.

I beg your pardon?

Isn't this your work?

[CHUCKLES]

I'm sorry.

You are mistaken.

Thank you.

OSKAR: One of them
is responsible.

Max? How was your evening?

Your friend, von Triebenbach...

Mm-hm. What about him?

He may not be as honorableas you imagine.

What on earth
are you talking about?

That pamphlet he gave you...

He didn't find it by accident.

The Brotherhood of Primal Fire,

I think he may be one of them.

MAN: I'm in a bedroom.

My parents' room.

The wardrobe looks like
a mausoleum -

dark, frightening.

The door begins to creak open.

A terrifying beast
jumps out of it,

like a wolf
from a children's story.

And then another one jumps out right beside it.

Two wolves coming towards me,

threatening to tear me
to pieces.

Two ravenous beasts,

writhing, trying to kill me.

MAX: The patient has

a primal fear of sex,

no doubt from something

he witnessed as a child.

Two beasts.

The creatures in the wardrobe

represent the bodies
of his parents.

He saw them together.

And now
he finds sex repulsive.

He's chosen to give his heart to a woman

with whom he has no hope of ever becoming intimate.

Freud recommends
a talking cure.

Ah! Freud again!

The patient must re-live
the memory.

Expressed emotions
do not merely sink

without a trace, Professor.

They bubble up to the surface.

I don't like your methods, Liebermann.

I've warned you, this is science, not fashion.

I'll take his case.

But, sir, I'm just making progress.

[HEAVY KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Max, you're way too early.

You don't know how many doors I've knocked on in Vienna.

May I?

Yes, of course.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

There's something wrong.

Things will have to change,Rachel.

What things?

My new investment.

I may not be able to rely on it, after all.

Oh, no, what a pity!

That new outfit you had
your eye on for winter,

our spring holiday, thosethings may have to wait

another year.

What's happened?

What's the matter?

Someone I've been courting as a friend...

...I no longer wish
to be associated with.

We have everything we need...

...and we're strong as a
family.

We don't need anyone.

All dressed up for someone.

We're going to the opera.

"We"?

So...

...I'll have to wait
my turn, then.

"Turn" doesn't exactly sound

respectful to a lady.

Whoever he is,

he's become a bore, I can tell.

If you ever need cheering up,

then I would be happy
to entertain you...

...Fraulein.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

These are all political acts.

It's not the work

of some lunatic.

Those women at the brothelwere immigrants.

The poultry seller was Czech.

You see?

You're telling me that,
from this moment,

any immigrant in this cityis under threat?

If we announce that fact, we will have public panic.

What is it?

There's some other connection, beside the runes.

I just can't see it yet.

I'm sorry.

Please...

-...forgive me.
-Hm.

[HORSE WHINNIES OUTSIDE]

[DOOR OPENS]

[APPLAUSE FROM AUDITORIUM]

Are you going to be angry all evening?

I think I should at least be permitted a pout, don't you?

[MUSIC: Overture to
The Magic Fluteby Mozart]

CLARA: Excuse me.

Is your inspector
joining us again?

[SINGS IN GERMAN]

Max, what's the matter?

Max?

Come with me.

MAX: It begins like this.

The first image on stage

is a snake. The giant serpent,

striking to kill the prince.

So? What are you telling me?

Von Bulow's case. The city zoo.

Someone broke into
the reptile house

and a snake was butchered,

found hanging
near Mozart's statue.

Next on stage,
three women appear.

Mozart calls them

the "servants of the Queen
of the Night".

CLARA: Max, what are you
talking about?

MAX: The women meet with
Papageno,the bird-catcher.

OSKAR: The poultry seller!

Dear Christ...!

Monostatos is the next
character on stage.

-MAX: The Moor. -OSKAR:
The African who died.

-It's not random.
-No.

He's re-enacting the opera?

You wanted to share my world,Clara.

MAX: The killer is preaching
a political message,

killing Africans and Czechs.

And it's all connected
to the opera somehow.

That's absurd, young man.

[PAGES FLICK IN NEXT ROOM]

Incredible!

Your emblem written in blood...

...beside
these mutilated bodies.

"Consecrate our earth,

"purify our blood."

I'm not responsible.

You are part

of this Brotherhood.

Sir? I found this.

HAFNER: These men
are all patriots, Inspector.

They've done nothing illegal.

You can't lock a man up just for waving a banner.

Where were you last night?

Can you account
for your movements?

I was with a lady.

Now, leave me alone.

You asked to see me again?

Our contract.

I'm cancelling it.

I'm sorry?

I've decided I don't
want your investment.

What the hell are you
talking about?

These people who you say
are polluting the city,

the workers from the East...

I have a responsibility
to them.

They are my friends,

as well as my colleagues.

Ah...

Er...

You're a Jew.

You're going to need
people to support you.

I have just as many friends as I need.

[DOOR BELL RINGS]

Nobody throws me out,
Herr Liebermann.

Well, then, this has been a new experience for you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[MUSIC PLAYS: The Magic Flute]

[CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY]

What happened?

With the opera killer?

Yes.

We didn't make an arrest.

Don't concern yourself.

I want to concern myself.

Max, I knew what I was getting

when I agreed to marry you.

I know the world you inhabitis dark and frightening.

And, still, I want to be a part of it.

So?

I know who's responsible for these murders, Clara.

But I just can't prove it.

Well, tell me, who is it?

Hafner. The soldier.

You met him, actually,
at the salon.

I have to go to the hospital.

Thank you for listening to me.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Would you see that this is delivered to the barracks?

Thank you.

Herr Bieber?

Doctor.

You're leaving.

Yes, they say I'm well again.

Did he...

...Professor Gruner...
I mean, did he...?

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

HERR BIEBER: He made me forget.

Yes.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Please, come in.

I suppose you've got some more lines of poetry memorized.

Spent the whole afternoonin the library.

Hmm.

What do I get for my efforts?

What about some conversation?

What about none at all?

I was very delighted
to get your letter.

I want to talk.

I want to get to know youbetter.

We're all alone. I want to know all your secrets.

Max?

No.

Please, don't.

I just want to talk.

That's not
what you really mean.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Little girls shouldn't tease

if they're not going to play.

[FABRIC RIPS]

-Shh, shh, shh...
-[BELT CLATTERS]

Don't struggle...

-Get off!
-...or it'll hurt more.

Trust me, you'll like it,

once you get past the shame!

-MAX: Clara!
-[DOOR RATTLES]

Clara! Clara!

[CRASHES]

[CLARA SOBS]

Well... This must be
a scene I recognize.

The impotent boyfriend,

jealous that I got to touchwhat he didn't.

Seems you can't get enough of my company, Doctor.

Apparently, you want

to make love to me more than

to your little girlfriend.

No, you're not going anywhere!

God save us.

You're all the same.

Woman sits at home ignored.

As soon as a man
comes sniffing round,

suddenly you're flourishing.

Dawn.

Vienna Woods.

I'm so sorry, Clara.

-You have to arrest him.
-Arrest him?

He assaulted her!

Then it's his word
against hers.

What, you don't believe me?

It doesn't matter
what I believe.

She invited him
into her home, Max.

We arrest him for putting his hands on her

and he'll just walk
out of here.

Her reputation will be
tarnished forever

and he will have a story to boast about to his comrades.

I have to get him to confess.

What are you talking about now?

Vienna Woods, dawn.
Meet me there.

You're going to fight a duel with him?

Well, that's ridiculous!

I'm not going to fight him!

I'll get him to admit
the truth.

If he thinks I'm going to die, perhaps he'll confess

to being the killer. I'll need a second, of course.

It can't be you. He knows you're a police officer.

No.

No!

You want me to...?

-What?
-Be a witness.

Hear his confession.

This is absurd.

Inspector Rheinhardt
will be on hand.

But you can make the arrest.

You can have all the glory.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I, er, don't trust von Bulow.

You should be there to step in.

I spend my life
saving your skin.

Why should today be different?

[MOUTHS]

[THUDDING]

Do nothing until I say.

-Where is Rheinhardt?
-Nearby.

Shut up and keep walking.

I want to be the one
to make the arrest.

You will. Just wait for the confession.

Who is the offended party?

He struck me.

For unlacing the top two rows of a woman's corset.

In accordance with
the established code,

it is for you to confirm

before these witnesses

the terms of engagement.

Death.

Take your positions.

Stand back to back.

March 20 paces fromthe moment I raise my kerchief.

After 20 paces,

you turn...

...and fire.

Gentlemen?

Anything to say before
I blow your brains out?

Yes, I just wanted
to congratulate you.

What?

The blood on the walls -
you left a trail for us.

What?

Three women, the Czech,
Papageno, Monostatos.

It's all very clever.

I don't understand.

I'm talking about Spittelberg.

You think I'm responsible for that?

Begin!

Don't be so modest.

Enjoy the adulation.

You wanted an audience.
Well, here I am.

Why not confess to me now?!

I'll never be able to tella soul!

I'm not a murderer!

I'm an officer
in the Dragoons!

Gentlemen, stop! The rules are quite clear.

-You are accusing me?
-Begin again!

We know a Dragoon visited the brothel the day they died.

So? So what?

Gentlemen!

We know a soldier

was in that room.

We all go there.

I've been there many times.

A friend took me.

Doesn't make me a killer.

"A friend"?

What friend?

Tell me his name.

What friend?!

MAX: I'm a friend
of the artist.

HAFNER: Me, too.

What are you doing?

Stop! Pick it up!

Dr Liebermann!

What did he say?

Pick it up!

Inspector!

Can I make my arrest now?

Oskar!

Oskar!

Oskar!

I haven't seem him.He didn't come in this morning.

Sarastro.

What?

The character in the opera,

the one who brings him
to trial.

Oskar is Sarastro!

That's why he left the runes. He wanted us to follow him.

He needed a policeman
to be the next victim.

He was casting the villain!

[GRUNTS]

[ORCHESTRA WARMS UP FAINTLY]

Is anybody out there?

Can you hear...?

[GROANS]

Olbricht!

Olbricht!

Andreas? Is that you?

We're the police.

Where is he? Where is your son?

It's you.

You're the woman
in the paintings.

[APPLAUSE FROM AUDITORIUM]

[MUSIC BEGINS]

Ah.

Overture.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

Olbricht!

Get out of here!

I will maim him.

I will kill him.

Leave.

-What?
-It's alright, leave.

I'm not with the police.

-I'm a doctor.
-Get out.

Out!

This music...

The opera...

Tell me what happened.

What happened?

Your mother...

...she's the one
in the paintings.

Something happened to her when you were a boy.

You saw it.

Something happened
in your family home.

Who was he?

A soldier.

Vermin.

He attacked her.

You witnessed it.

You were so young.

I hid my eyes.

You could still hear it,
the music.

the opera - this opera.
The Magic Flute.

It was playing whilst he raped your mother.

He was a monster.

Held a sabre to her face.

You think if you can kill the characters in that opera,

kill the characters
from your childhood,

then the screaming will stop.

I always have it in my head.

I know.

Every day, I have the voices...

...the hell in that room.

I have to be a hero, a soldier.

But you're just a boy tryingto kill his nightmares.

It is me! It is me!

I am Tamino!

[CREAKING]

[SINGER BEGINS TO SING
ON STAGE]

I am the prince.

[GRUNTS]

[SPLUTTERS]

-[WOMAN SHRIEKS]
-[MUSIC STOPS]

[ALL MURMUR]

[GROANS]

[LAUGHTER]

[APPLAUSE]

[FOOTSTEPS]

It's all over now.

I thought
you were going to die.

I just wanted to help you.

You were brave.

Clara, thank you...

I can be even braver.

Who is she, Max?

I know there's someone.

You think I'm not
clever enough.

You always have!

Don't... Clara, please.

But I'm clever enough to know

that we're deceiving
ourselves...

...and I'm brave enough
to end this marriage.

Certainly braver than you are.

Just tell me who she is.

Do you love her?!

I don't even know myself.

So, I know more than the
doctor?

Please, Clara...

I'd prefer it if you go now.

Get out!

MAX: If love is just
a state of madness,

then perhaps it can be cured.

But where does the madness

begin and end?

Where does the border lie

between love and obsession?