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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
EIGHT-YEAR-OLD MEDIUM ENCHANTS VERSAILLES
It goes nicely with crimson.
May I have this dance?
Our exile in Paris, 1868.
-You gave her a life. -I destroyed her soul.
She has always been cursed.
Her misfortune was predetermined.
I loved her.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Feel the rough rope around your father's neck.
Your brothers'.
The imperial soldiers' cocks in your mother and mine.
In you.
You swore something that day.
Fleur is only a weapon.
Just like me.
And like you.
All for Hungary.
Feel the darkness inside you.
It's the only thing you have.
Revenge.
Revenge.
-Revenge at all costs. -Revenge.
Revenge.
CATHARSIS
Here.
She'll be fine again.
-Thank you. Without you... -It's all right.
What will you do with the girl?
Here! We are here!
Dr. Freud, come.
-Look, isn't that the professor? -Meynert.
And Breuer.
God, what dreadful architecture!
What were they thinking?
You haven't said a word since we got into the carriage, Breuer.
I hope my terrible suspicion proves to be incorrect.
You feel complicit in Dr. Freud's disturbing development, isn't that right?
You don't?
Dr. Freud isn't here, but look for yourself.
Here we are, gentlemen.
Don't we know each other?
-Not that I know of. -You seem familiar.
What did Dr. Freud do to make you all show up unannounced?
Aren't you Dr. Breuer? A friend?
-He isn't here. -I told you.
He implied that he wanted to get her out. It seems that wasn't the case.
-Where has he gone? -He's hiking the Semmering Pass.
He left for his hike the moment I arrived.
That's all I know.
Just go.
Please...
-What's that? -That?
A maniac.
An actress.
She does that every day to warm up her vocal cords.
It's driving everyone in the building mad.
Quiet down!
You see?
I burned them all.
For nothing.
The Emperor wasn't there.
No.
It's my fault.
For you!
Why, mistress? Why?
What was that? What happened in there?
You have to lie down, doctor.
I'll be looking after the lady.
This isn't healthy.
You have to eat and sleep.
And we need help.
What about the inspector that you told me about?
What are you planning to do?
-What good will that do? -She has to wake up from the somnolence.
You can't hide her here forever.
She's sick, Lenore. Really sick.
Her consciousness is split in two.
-Dissociation. -What's that?
Condition seconde.
Her second state.
Táltos can be compared to a dream, a nightmare.
And the two states of consciousness have to flow into one again.
-You understand? -How is that supposed to happen?
Confrontation.
Catharsis.
I'll give you catharsis right now.
I'll get someone.
-Lenore, wait. -No!
-I thought you were going to be promoted. -Well...
There's something wrong.
An officer like Riedl doesn't arrive late. Not even to his own execution.
-I'm going. There's no point waiting. -Stay calm, Inspector.
Janecek has our backs, so have some more trust.
Once the Cossack is convicted, Lichtenberg won't dare keep hunting you.
The powerful always land on their feet.
A fish starts to stink from the head. It's a law of nature.
Nothing can change that.
-That's the typical... -Goodbye.
I told you.
Lieutenant.
I am to convey the general's warmest regards...
and his gratitude for your warning and loyalty to the Imperial and Royal Army.
Promotion to the executive department of the Imperial and Royal War Ministry.
Congratulations, Colonel Janecek.
Inspector Kiss.
My name is Lenore Fichtl. I'm Dr. Freud's housekeeper.
-He needs you. -Again?
-I think he's slowly losing his mind. -Slowly?
He helped you as well.
Please come.
-I have a terrible feeling. -And I have no time.
Fine, I'll wait here. All day, if I have to.
-Guard! -Sir!
Kiss, you're under arrest.
-For what? -Murder.
Heinz Konrad Urban, Willi Zach, Karl Moser,
and Von Lichtenberg of course.
Why didn't you arrest Riedl? Did you check under his shako?
Poschacher, get out of my way or I'll arrest you too.
-That was an order. -This is an injustice.
I swore an oath to fight injustice.
-Get out of my way now! -No.
-All right. Let us through. -Go away.
-You wouldn't dare. -You said it yourself,
I already killed four people.
-Come, Poschacher. -There's no turning back, Poschacher.
-You can't be serious. -Poschacher!
-Quick. Quick. Quick. -Here's a carriage.
-Get in. -Stop.
Faster! Hurry up!
Drive!
Giddyap!
-Freeze! -Anybody following us will die!
Come on. Shoot!
Giddyap! Giddyap!
Just bury your son now.
That girl...
Steffi.
Did you know her?
Did Georg... kill her?
Kiss?
Escaped.
-I swear, I will-- -Resolve the matter before tonight.
Otherwise, you're useless to me.
Dismissed.
How long did my son live here?
Two years.
He only used this room?
Yes.
Have it cleared out once I'm done.
Burn everything.
Yes, General.
I know where he is.
Let's finish this.
I hereby seal the curse.
Book of wrath.
Book of revenge.
Sow dissension.
Bring death.
Chaos to the empire.
An eternal night for the Emperor.
Tonight, you'll curse our house.
Insult us by calling us occultists.
Find us guilty for the deaths of thousands.
You'll call us murderers and maniacs.
But time...
will prove us right and disprove your lies.
The peoples of the empire will be free.
Free and self-determined.
Greater Hungary will rise from the ashes.
Greater Hungary will rise from the ashes.
The empire of the Magyars will radiate far beyond its borders.
Hail.
Hail.
Hail.
A new era in world history will start here and now.
And you'll all be there.
But we, the Szápárys, won't be there anymore.
Whoever carries the light must go into the darkness.
Thanks for that.
Two wanted delinquents will be of great help to me.
I had nothing to do with it, they were the ones who...
-I just wanted to help. -Stop it.
Never would I have thought the shrink capable of something like this.
Is anyone hungry?
-May I help you? -Can you even cook?
-Like a god. -He's got no business being in my kitchen.
-Come. -As you wish.
Will she get better again?
A táltos talks to the dead and makes the living its slaves.
THE BIRTH OF TALTOS
That's how I made sense of it.
Like so many things.
She's the key. She knows the answers.
And she's the only one who can save us from the gallows.
Yes, unfortunately.
Are you still going to eat that?
No.
Thanks.
The child is born with a veil?
Táltos.
Fleur?
I am a house.
It is dark inside me.
My consciousness is a solitary light.
A candle in the wind.
It flickers.
Sometimes here, sometimes there.
Everything else is in the shadows.
Everything else is in the unconsciousness.
But they are there.
The other rooms, niches, hallways, staircases and doors.
At all times.
Everything that lives in it...
everything that walks within it...
it's all here...
operating...
living...
within this house, which is me.
Fleur?
Fleur?
Come.
We have high hopes for you.
You're our pride and joy. You'll make it.
You'll lead a better life than we did.
Show Dr. Freud out of the building.
Tell the guards he is never to enter the premises again.
I should've kept you far away from this Fleur from the very start.
-With force, if necessary. -Don't disappoint your mother and me.
Father.
Sigmund.
Keep going.
My son. Darling.
Siggi.
Siggi, I love you.
Siggi.
Sigmund.
Freud?
Inspector?
Inspector?
Inspector!
Inspector?
Inspector?
Inspector!
Oh, my God.
Inspector? Inspector?
Inspector? Inspector?
Inspector?
It's me. Poschacher.
Who is that?
Me.
What?
Where is...
I'm coming around.
-Where is the doctor? -Upstairs.
Fleur?
Here.
I'm scared.
What are you doing here?
Where are we?
Please lie down, madam.
"Madam"?
Trust me.
Please.
Imagine you're on a journey...
from the present, the here and now, back into your past.
But you're only traveling in your imagination.
Describe what you're seeing.
It's winter.
And it's cold.
Snowflakes are in the air.
There are screams.
And a little girl.
She wants to walk through the big doorway, out into the open.
What is outside, behind the huge gate?
Dead people.
Soldiers.
Táltos.
I pick one soldier...
he kills the others.
All of them.
All of them.
Táltos came and saved the little girl.
Back then and in the future.
I protect her.
Do you know...
that Fleur, táltos and the little girl...
are one and the same person?
Yes.
We are one.
We...
We can see the darkness in people.
We can use them as weapons.
We have God in our eyes.
We can talk to the dead and make the living into slaves.
We can heal and curse.
And yet you decide who you want to be.
-Which path to walk. -Sophia and Viktor decide.
They...
-woke me up. -Their power has limits.
Limits that you show them, Fleur.
-You alone always have the possibility... -No!
-...to decide who you want to be. -No. She's too weak. She needs me.
Fleur, you've become so strong. You don't need táltos anymore.
Your will can happen.
Your will alone.
But you have to say what you want.
Fleur.
You have to express it.
What do you want?
I want to get out of this darkness.
I want to get out.
Just leave, then.
Stand up...
and leave.
Fleur...
Something terrible will happen.
To Schönbrunn.
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