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[clock ticking]

[Freud] You will hear my voice. You can see the pendulum.

Only my voice and the pendulum.

Everything else disappears.

The day that you lost your voice was 30 years ago,

the day that your daughter Josephine died.

Is that correct?

She was run down by a horse-drawn carriage. Is that correct?

How old was she?

Seven. Barely a child.

When you had recovered from the trauma,

you had no memories of the accident anymore your voice was gone?

Ever since then, you haven't spoken a single word. Is that correct?

You are standing there again.

On that day, on the same junction of the same road.

With which hand are you holding your daughter's hand?

You can feel Josephine's hand in your hand.

Her little warm hand.

[girl giggling faintly]

[Freud] Do you see the carriage approaching?

What is it that then happened?

You're stood with Josephine. You're protecting her, holding her hand.

She let go of yours?

And you screamed, but she didn't hear you.

Your scream couldn't get Josephine's attention.

What was it you shouted? Revoice it now.

Josephine, stand still!

That is excellent.

It's already very believable.

Does it help to have my pocket watch swinging in front of your face?

Makes no difference. But do you know what does bother me?

That it won't be this dark tomorrow.

I'm afraid not. Would you be able to shed a tear at the end?

Do you mean that?

No.

- I can't cry when nothing sad happens. - You saw your daughter being run over.

I did not. I don't have a daughter.

Let me tell you something, Doctor. I do everything for you.

I wash your clothes, tidy the house, cook for you, and now this. It's not right!

And do something with that painting! Hang it up. Looks horrible. Such a mess.

Lenore, forgive me.

No need to cry.

[Lenore] How many people will be there tomorrow?

Thirty or so.

All the big names in Viennese medicine will be there.

And they are all against me!

No wonder.

You're putting on quite a charade for them.

[drink pours]

- I'm demonstrating hypnosis. - [Lenore] Mmm-hmm.

A therapeutic revolution.

Laughed at, naturally, by those haughty fools.

But that will all end tomorrow, thanks to us.

But, Doctor, you know this isn't right.

We both know I'm not under hypnosis.

I'm faking it!

I can do it, I'm learning.

Granted, I can't just do it like so.

You can't just simply hypnotize someone

without the conditions being absolutely perfect. They must be right.

Lenore, come on then. Once more.

No!

Perhaps you would also like some cocaine?

HYSTERIA

[man singing] ♪ Happiness is a bird ♪

♪ Kind, but shy ♪

♪ It's hard ♪

♪ To catch but it will soon Have flown away ♪

♪ The heart is the cage ♪

♪ And if you look away ♪

♪ You'll lose your happiness ♪

♪ And also your peace ♪

[man] Whoa! We're there, Inspector.

[wind whistling]

[sighs]

[sighs deeply]

What has happened here?

I heard screaming... sometime in the evening.

So I thought I should have a look in here.

Is she a whore?

No, she was just a lodger.

She was a sweet girl.

I'm telling the truth.

She wasn't ready yet.

She barely ever spoke. Always by herself.

[man] What's that?

Have you finished yet? I can't close off the whole building for this long!

- Poschacher, go and question him. - Yes, Inspector.

[Poschacher] Right.

Who are you?

- Heinz Konrad, the landlord here. - Of course you are.

- Do you work here too? - No need to be impolite.

Miss Anneli.

It's fine.

She's a tenant, like Miss Horváth was.

Horváth's first name?

[Anneli] Steffi.

[Poschacher] Who was with her? Did you see anyone?

[Heinz] I've nothing to tell you, I'm afraid.

[Anneli] Just leave us alone. We didn't kill her.

[Poschacher] You can't tell me nobody came out of there after you heard the noise.

[Heinz] I already told you, I didn't see anything.

[conversation continues indistinctly]

CAT'S TONGUES CHOCOLATES

[Steffi groans softly]

[gasps]

- Poschacher! - Kiss?

Come here now!

- [Poschacher] What is it? - She's still alive!

[Poschacher] What?

- [Kiss] Just try to breathe. Slowly. - [gasping]

Anneli, where's the closest doctor?

[bell tolling]

Good evening, Dr. Freud. For the last time, the rent!

For October, November, and also December at the same time, with interest!

In time, sir.

Has a letter arrived for me?

You owe me rent, Dr. Freud.

Indeed, sir.

[Freud] Dear Martha, Beware, my princess.

Beware for when I come. I'll kiss you until you're red.

And if you're naughty, you will see who is stronger.

A tiny, gentle girl who barely eats, or a big, wild man full of cocaine.

COCAINE

[Martha] My dear Siggi, whoever calls me a tiny, gentle girl cannot see straight.

Does the cocaine have side effects?

Why else would you suddenly be going blind at the peak of your virility?

My mother's medicinal almanac says that onanism can also be a cause.

[chuckles] I must ask her what that means.

[chuckles]

[Martha] But all joking aside, Siggi, Mama summoned me.

The usual tirade. Your practice, money, our future.

For the time being, she will refuse to give us permission to marry, my love.

The thought of waiting even longer is unbearable.

You wrote about a lecture at the academy that will change everything.

[pounding on door]

[Kiss yelling] Security guard! Open up!

- Hello? - [Freud] I'm coming!

- Please! You'll wake the whole building. - Are you a doctor?

[Freud] Yes, what is it?

- Are you the doctor? - Yes.

- [Kiss] Where shall we put her? - But gentlemen...

All right. Come!

There.

[Freud] Wait!

[Steffi groaning]

Don't just stand there! Do something, man! Come on!

Stop the bleeding! Get some cloth.

Stay awake! Can you hear me?

- Where is the injury? - Stab wounds in the genital area.

What are you waiting for?

Look at me. Stay with me.

Listen to my voice.

[sighs]

[Freud] It's too late.

She's sliced up internally.

I'm not a surgeon, but even the best couldn't have done anything to save her.

And you have the nerve to call yourself a doctor.

What had happened?

[Kiss praying indistinctly]

Animals!

And... and her?

I'll get her picked up.

Doctor.

But...

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen.

You cannot just leave her here.

Inspector!

[clock ticking]

[man] Regiment Five?

Are you sure?

I've buttoned up that uniform for 20 years.

The girl was a whore.

Anyone could have lost the button.

She wasn't, she lived there.

Says who?

She was a sweet girl.

And an officer was supporting her.

Same old story. It's getting quite tired now.

That officer stabbed her to death. That's not so tired, is it?

How do you know that?

That whole building is full of riff-raff all day long.

- It could have been anyone. - [sighs]

This isn't enough for me.

Through here.

[praying quietly]

[man] Freud!

Arthur?

Oh, our appointment.

What happened here?

Exitus.

That I can see. Details?

Your morbid fantasies will not be satisfied by me.

I beg to differ with you.

But you'll tell me on the coach. We have to go. At midnight, it all begins.

Good night.

Schnitzler, look around this room.

Anyway, I need to sleep well and be of sound mind for tomorrow's lecture.

I'm warning you! I've been working for weeks to get a place at this table.

I owe half the city a favour.

Besides, you can't sleep anyway.

You're in cocaine's grip.

- [indistinct chatter] - [waltz music playing]

- [man] Good evening, Mr. Schnitzler! - [Arthur Schnitzler] Hello.

You know all of them?

It's whether they know me.

Henriette.

Naturally.

Henriette, Clara, Leopold.

Oh, you!

There they are. Those are the Szápárys.

How do I look?

- Henriette! Good evening, Miss Clara. - Nicer than a monkey.

Good evening.

What's Von Schönfeld doing here? He lacks any imagination.

A friend of yours?

Absolutely not. A colleague from the hospital.

And the hysterical woman? Is she his mother?

- [Freud] That would make sense. # - [Viktor von Szápáry] The poet!

Count. Countess. The honour is all mine.

My companion, Dr. Freud. A physician, like myself.

And also a rebel in his field.

Welcome, Doctor. Have a drink.

In the meantime, if I could come between you and this literary man. Come on, you!

[Arthur and Viktor chat indistinctly]

So, then... a rebel?

[Freud] Outsider.

[chuckles softly] Then you should feel at home here.

I'm a Hungarian in Vienna. Tolerated at best.

Tolerated?

You're the centre of the world.

You're right. I should be thankful.

My father led a bloody rebellion against the Kaiser not that long ago.

You win, then.

I'm just a Jew and even in my guild, I'm regarded as maladjusted

and a charlatan.

So maybe your guild should adjust to you, then.

That is what I intend for them.

Your suggestion is my goal.

Careful, Clara. A Jew.

Dr. von Schönfeld.

- [Clara] Good evening. - Young lady.

I'm not surprised to see you here, Freud.

You and hocus-pocus are never far apart.

Whereas you're just here to accompany your mother, as you do everywhere?

Have you already seen the lecture list for tomorrow already?

You're straight after me, I see.

What an honour for you.

[bell rings]

The time has come!

Twelve volunteers.

- [man] Here! - One!

- Here! - [Viktor] Two!

Clara, three!

Who else?

Reach out and hold hands.

You too, please.

Come on, do it.

[all chanting in Latin] ♪ Before the ending of the day ♪

♪ Creator of the world, we pray ♪

♪ That with Thy wonted favour Thou... ♪

- [woman in German] Quiet! - [chanting stops]

[inhales sharply]

[indistinct whispering voices]

Henriette.

Robert?

It's your father.

Children...

Papa?

[woman] Clara, you were so young at the time.

Do you even remember me?

[sobbing] Why did you leave us...

without even saying goodbye?

[crying]

I could not go on living.

It wasn't your fault.

My Henri...

[in French] flower of my life.

[in German] Forgive me.

Nonsense!

[muffled rumbling]

[thuds]

[woman] Clara?

[eerie, unsettling soundscape]

Clara?

[gasps]

[soundscape intensifies]

[discordant, muffled roaring]

[chair creaking]

[whimpering and gasping]

Fleur!

My apologies.

Come, help me.

[Fleur continues gasping]

The exact degree of atrophy can only be assessed posthumously.

I will therefore, from now on,

use the groundbreaking writings of Professor Dr. Meynert...

Well said.

That imbecile!

That's how you survive, Sigmund.

Which hypnosis technique will you be using?

Mmm...

I'm aware that you prefer tactile stimulation.

Yes, it's easier and often serves its function much better.

Breuer, please, stop it.

You're making me nervous.

Embrace them. Dance with them.

And slowly take the lead of them.

I don't want to have to slowly take lead of them.

That's wrong! It is a falsehood and now it has to stop.

[muffled clapping]

Mazel tov, my friend.

[all laugh]

- [man 1] Hypnosis technique? - [man 2] Can't wait to hear this!

I am Dr. Sigmund Freud.

I have recently opened my own organisation.

And I work part-time in the psychiatric unit of the General Hospital,

under Professor Dr. Theodor Meynert.

I also was his student.

[man 3] Hear!

One year ago, a study trip took me to Paris...

and the hospital of La Salpêtrière...

where a fruitful collaboration with Dr. Jean-Martin Charcot started to happen.

[men laughing]

He is the founder of hypnosis therapy for hysterical women.

- Therapy, he calls it? I call it theatre! - [all laugh]

The findings there that Charcot had discovered

are the proof therefore...

[man 3] Yes?

...that assertions made by the previous speaker are false.

[men murmuring and jeering]

[Leopold whispers] Is he being serious?

The hysteria, as poorly defined and multi-faced as it is,

is not a physiological disease of the brain.

Nor is it in any way a cry for attention.

It is an emanation of that

- which I define as the unconscious. - [all laugh]

[man 4] I can't listen to this nonsense! Goodbye, gentlemen.

TECHNIQUE FOR HYPNOSIS

[door opens and closes]

I am a house.

- In me, it is dark. - [man 5] Balderdash!

My consciousness is a solitary light.

A candle caught in a draught.

It flickers.

One minute this way, then the other.

Everything else lies in the shadows.

Everything else lies within the unconsciousness.

But they are there.

The other rooms.

Niches, gangways, trapdoors, hallways.

At all times.

And everything that lives inside of us...

everything that wanders around within us...

it's all here.

It acts, it lives

within the house that is me.

Instinct, eros, taboos.

Forbidden inner thoughts.

Forbidden inner desires.

Our inner thoughts that we not in daylight are prepared to see,

as we have suppressed them out of the daylight.

They dance around us out of the daylight.

They trick us... and stalk us.

They whisper.

They flaunt themselves.

They make us afraid.

They make us crazy.

They make us hysterical.

Frau L. is a patient who I have privately counselled.

She's been mute for 30 years.

Paralysis of the vocal cords, without any medical findings.

There is no physiological cause as to why she doesn't speak.

Nor a neurological reason.

This I will now demonstrate

using the therapeutic tool of hypnosis.

- [man 6 coughs] - [scattered murmurs]

[softly] Good, yes, Lenore.

You can hear my voice.

You can see the pendulum.

Only my voice and the pendulum.

Everything else disappears.

There is nothing but my voice... and the pendulum.

The day that you lost your voice

was the day that your daughter Josephine died, is that correct?

She was run down by a horse-drawn carriage, is that correct?

How old was she?

Seven.

[indistinct whispering]

[Freud] You were there and you were in complete shock.

When you had recovered from the trauma,

you had no memories of the accident and your voice was gone.

You are there... now.

On that day...

At the same junction of the same road.

With which hand are you holding your daughter's hand?

You can feel Josephine's hand in your hand.

Do you see the coach approaching?

You're stood with Josephine, aren't you?

You're protecting her, holding her hand.

What happened?

[sobbing]

She let go of yours.

- You screamed, but she didn't hear you. - [imperceptible]

[Freud] Your scream couldn't get Josephine's attention.

[horses neigh]

[Freud] What was it you shouted? Revoice it, now!

[gasping]

- [all laughing] - [whimpers]

[Lenore gasps]

[Meynert] Dr. Freud!

Maybe you should switch to chemistry.

As far as I know, they're still looking for the philosopher's stone.

Dr. Freud has just spectacularly demonstrated

that something quite crucial must have gone over his head during my lectures.

The human mind is an emanation of physical processes in an organ.

Therefore, our challenge is to understand, treat

and, if possible, heal that organ

yes, on a physical level.

That is the task of psychiatry.

And nothing else!

[all murmuring in agreement]

This lecture has ended.

[woman crying] I want to leave.

Excuse me for a moment.

Frau Horváth, if you could spare a minute?

Was she...

Was she a whore?

No. But she had a man and we're looking for him.

I'm afraid we hadn't spoken in a while.

But I'd heard she was with an officer.

Do you happen to know his name?

Georg.

She mentioned a Georg.

I don't know the last name.

[breathing heavily] I'm sorry.

[dog whimpering]

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[gasps]

[Clara] Papa?

[horse snorting]

[Fleur breathing heavily]

[crow cawing]

[continues breathing heavily]

[Sophia] That's what happens when you sleepwalk.

You dream that you're awake.

[in Hungarian] I'm losing my mind.

No.

I'm here.

The girl. Clara.

You always felt things.

More than anyone else.

[in German] But this was different.

I was experiencing it.

I was there with her.

In the darkness.

[in Hungarian] Look at me.

I'm here.

Sleep now.

I'll always be here.

[fanfare playing]

[soldier barks orders]

[man in German] You were with Steffi last night, weren't you?

You told me you were going to see her.

Yes, I was with her.

I, uh...

Well, I hope we'll see the pig hanged.

I was with her. I brought her chocolates.

I...

I...

[Georg sighs]

It's not your fault.

I was...

I... I...

[breathing heavily]

[Georg] I brought her chocolates.

And then I was back here.

[retches]

Georg?

[coughing and retching]

- That's it. Breathe slowly. - Get off me! [panting]

What do you mean, you were back here?

[Georg breathing heavily]

[knock on door]

Who was that?

Come in!

It was so stupid of me!

I felt I had a daughter for once.

How is it that this time it was different?

Huh? How is that possible?

How many times did we rehearse?

Forty times, seventy times. I really drummed the story into you.

And by that time, it became rooted in your unconscious.

And under hypnosis,

you had the false memories manifesting as your own experience.

You were under hypnosis!

Really.

I can do it.

[Lenore sobbing softly]

And do you know why, Lenore?

It's because of touch. I touched you.

Tactile stimulation.

Breuer was right.

You believed your daughter existed.

That's a scientific sensation.

But nobody will ever know it.

- [playing piano] - [metronome ticking]

Ow!

Don't be so strict, Frau Tobisch.

I'm only doing what your mother instructed me to do.

She is taught to play the piano by any means.

She's not a Lipizzaner and we're not in a riding school. She's a child.

[chuckles] Fine. Fine.

From the beginning... please.

- [giggles] - [metronome ticking]

[playing piano]

Come on!

[Georg] This is against the regulations, Officer Kiss!

Smart uniform.

New?

You will regret doing this.

The old one was all bloody, huh?

From that young girl...

this time.

The battle in Maglaj on the Bosna river.

That's why we're here.

Not because of...

What was the name of the dead whore?

[laughs]

"What was her name?" he asked.

- What was her name? - Inspector!

- Huh? What was it? - [groans]

Kiss!

Stop now! Georg von Lichtenberg is to be freed immediately!

Whatever it is between the two of you,

I presume it was during the war when it happened.

The war is over now.

You will no longer work on the Horváth case.

You're dismissed.

Calm down, please.

[Janecek] Poschacher.

Keep an eye on him.

[singing opera]

COCAINE

Look.

Crown Prince Rudolf.

[continues singing]

[Freud] Forbidden inner thoughts.

Forbidden inner desires.

Our inner thoughts that we, not in daylight, are prepared to see,

as we have suppressed them out of the daylight.

They trick us... and stalk us. They whisper.

They flaunt themselves.

They make us afraid. They make us crazy.

They make us hysterical.

[creaking]

- [gasps] - [dog whining]

[man shushes]

[man] Come.

The crown prince. You have to treat him.

Then you have indeed done well.

Do you think he's looking for a neurologist?

His life must be one that is full of nerves.

Since his birth, he's been stared at by everyone.

[Freud snoring]

[taps window]

The plan has altered.

A little lower.

[chuckles softly]

[cackles]

[Freud] Psst! Psst!

- Arthur? - Yes?

Can we leave here now, please?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

[Sophia] If we are all ready?

And... tableau!

[all cheering]

Bravo! And now we will take a short pause.

Ah! The deadly nightshade.

- [Freud] Surely we can leave now? - [Arthur] It's only the beginning.

You're embarrassing me.

You'd rather I was dressed as a tree trunk, I assume?

- Music! - [cheering]

- Music! - Music!

Music!

[pastoral music playing]

[woman giggles]

- [indistinct chatter] - [laughter]

[man] Music!

Music!

Music!

[merrymaking continues]

- Music! - Music!

[laughter]

[sound distorts]

[gasps]

[Fleur] Get out!

You shouldn't be in here!

Pardon me. I'm looking--

I'm sure you're being missed at the party. Please leave.

I'm looking for my fiancée.

You're Dr. Freud.

You were here yesterday, for the séance.

Excuse me for my intrusion.

I shall leave you now.

Stay a while here.

[pours drink]

Yesterday, you were the sceptic in the room.

I said no such thing.

I am a medium.

[coughs]

No, you are not.

Human nature. At most, you have a keen insight.

Says he, sceptically.

What are you doing in here alone, In the dark?

You have guests.

They're guests of the Count and Countess.

Strange not to be playing your part.

I'd rather not be out there.

What were you crying about?

You're a neurologist... am I right?

So, please...

what is your diagnosis?

You saw what happened at the séance, my episode.

I had understood that was intended as spectacle.

[wind whistling]

I was seeing... something.

I was very frightened of it.

But my memories are unclear now.

I've lost that time.

Absences?

Will you help me?

Dr. Freud, neurologist, please treat me.

[Freud] You can hear my voice.

You can see the pendulum.

Only my voice and the pendulum.

Everything else disappears.

[chuckles]

Concentrate on only me.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

[Fleur] I'm sorry.

Listen to me. This pendulum swinging is awful.

You've had success with this in the past?

Can you even perform a hypnosis?

Close your eyes.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

[Freud] Can you feel this pulse?

Waves are spreading throughout your body.

Like those made by a stone falling into water.

[breathing heavily]

[distorted, muffled screaming]

[Freud] Fräulein Salomé?

Yes?

You're back at the séance at the table.

[Freud] What is happening?

[Fleur] I'm following the girl.

Clara.

She's going through a door.

[Freud] Where is she going?

[gasping]

Follow her in.

Don't be afraid.

[Fleur gasps and breathes heavily]

[Freud] Where are you now?

[Fleur] I'm at the canal.

The Vienna canal.

[Freud] Follow her.

[dog barking]

[Fleur] Water...

I can hear water rushing.

Clara?

Clara, stop!

[gasps]

I see...

[gasping]

Fräulein Salomé?

[gasps and whimpers]

Wake up now.

Wake up now!

Fräulein Salomé, you will now wake up from your hypnosis!

Fräulein Salomé!

[Fleur gasping]

- What are you doing? - Wake up now!

- Get him out of here now! - You're having an hysteric seizure.

Let me help her, Countess!

Fleur. Fleur!

- [in Hungarian] What's happening? - [spluttering]

[shushing]

Calm down, I'm here.

Here will do.

[girl screams]