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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Prince and Princess of Schwarzenberg.

Count and Countess von Szápáry.

Count and Countess von Gratzow.

Count and Countess von Liechtenstein.

His Imperial and Royal Apostolic Majesty.

Franz Josef, by the grace of God, Emperor of Austria,

king of Hungary and Bohemia,

of Dalmatia, Croatia, Slavonia,

Galicia, Lodomeria and Illyria.

King of Jerusalem.

Archduke of Austria.

Grand Duke of Tuscany and Kraków.

SUPPRESSION

Seidl family. Widow Dragica. Tichy family. Magister Hofbauer. Dr. Freud.

-Mrs-- -Freud?

Freud was Kiss's doctor at the duel.

Number?

He isn't here.

Number.

Eight.

What? Right now, at Schönbrunn? It's going on now?

It's happening now? At the Peoples' Ball?

-Maybe it's too late. -This is all your fault.

Hold on. This is much more complicated than you think.

-You're either guilty or you're not. -That's right.

No, this is a dissociation. Only a part of her even understands what happened.

Kiss!

Come out!

Don't shoot, I surrender.

What are you waiting for?

He did it.

Yes, I was there. Shoot.

Georg.

Georg killed the girl.

Captain Kiss, Fifth Regiment. At your service.

I hereby report that Schönbrunn is under enemy fire.

What are you talking about?

He's right.

You have to listen to us now.

-Fleur is here. -That's not possible.

She's here.

The time has come.

-Farewell. -Farewell.

Táltos will come over you.

Leave no enemy alive.

Táltos will come over you. Leave no enemy alive!

Táltos will come over you!

Leave no enemy alive!

Táltos will come over you!

Táltos will come over you!

Leave no enemy alive!

Táltos!

Your Excellency!

Tell me, what's going on here?

Chaos to the empire.

Quick, follow me! Come on, quick! Your Excellency, get out!

Where is my son?

-Father! -Leave no enemy alive!

-Rudolf? What's wrong with him? -Father!

Rudolf!

Get out!

-Oh, my God! -Faster! Faster!

Attack as one!

Charge!

Táltos orders you to sleep.

I'll ask once, where's the Emperor?

Kiss? This way!

Come with me, quick!

To me.

-Line up. -Yes, sir!

Ready.

Freedom for Hungary.

Aim.

-Freedom for Hungary! -Open fire.

No!

-Where did they go? -There.

Shit, he's dead, too. Into the labyrinth.

Where are you, Father?

Check on the right.

-Father! -Lord help me.

Your Highness.

-Where are you? -My son.

-Your Highness. -Yes?

Listen and repeat after me.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Father!

Stop right there! Don't do this! Don't do this!

-Where are they? -They're back there.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

But Rudolf... you're my son.

Fleur.

Fleur?

Fleur?

Fleur?

What is it?

Fleur?

Fleur?

Sigmund?

Fleur?

It's me.

I came to you.

Crying won't get you anywhere, now.

Seances.

Egyptian mummies. Living pictures.

As well as psychogenic intoxicants.

Occult sensations and erotic promises.

They were the net that the assassins arranged in their palace

at the edge of Vienna.

A trap.

Finely calibrated to entice precisely those

whose instinctual characters have been unleashed, controlled,

and used since time immemorial,

when political conflicts turn into violence,

young men.

For their purposes, the assassins did not need an army or infantry.

All they needed were the young offspring of the ruling class,

who, on the day of reckoning, before the eyes of the Emperor,

set to lilting waltzes in--

Who is Fleur?

Excellent goods, five kreuzer...

There you go.

Is the doctor finally finished with his book?

Yes.

So you'll finally be able to go outside again. Get some fresh air.

-It'll do you both some good. -We will.

Thank you.

"The Power of Hypnosis by Sigmund Freud."

The world won't be the same, Sigmund.

What?

The world won't be the same.

Sure it will.

But it will understand itself better.

Does free will even exist?

Maybe all of us are hypnotized.

I knew you'd change the world.

What is it?

I didn't write down everything that happened between Fleur and me.

If you didn't write it down...

it wasn't important.

Right?

You overestimate the power of genitals, Sigmund.

At least the power of yours.

From my mother.

A suicide threat, I guess.

Written with her own blood.

What will you answer her?

That she's invited to our wedding.

And that I love you.

Is the doctor expecting you?

Doctor?

You can't just...

It's not my fault. They simply...

What do you want?

Come with us.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

TÁLTOS ORDERS YOU TO SLEEP

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you...

TÁLTOS ORDERS YOU TO SLEEP!

Táltos orders you...

But he was responsive.

For some time.

Not anymore.

And he's been like this since then?

No...

Only when...

Táltos orders you to sleep.

And if you don't do that?

Get started.

The Szápárys' ritual, their hypnotic process,

aimed to unleash the animal within us.

The animal that dwells in all of us, deep down in the dungeon.

To free and control it.

"Táltos will come over you."

Táltos will come over you.

An "open sesame" at the right moment.

And...

Táltos orders you to sleep.

"Táltos orders you to sleep." The "close sesame."

But it didn't work, the controlling part, not on everyone.

Not with the crown prince, Mucha, Leopold von Schönfeld...

or your son.

The Hungarian.

-She was an enchantress! -Possibly.

That's one theory.

Do you want to hear another theory?

No.

The four men I mentioned were... are psychologically abnormal.

The animal in them is too strong.

Once released...

it won't allow itself to be caged again.

Why?

Professor Meynert would also look for the cause in the brain.

In an organ, physiologically.

I myself would tend more to look for the cause in the unconscious mind, only--

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you...

Stop talking and do something.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

He was responsive in the labyrinth.

Yes.

Because of the quote.

But something was different in the labyrinth, right?

Someone was different.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

Táltos orders you to sleep.

You are in front of a door.

Yes.

It's open.

Yes.

What do you see behind it?

My room.

Your room?

Which one? This one?

You see your nursery?

I don't want...

I don't want to go back there.

Into the darkness.

Are you alone?

Something...

Something is near me.

Behind me.

Tormenting me all the time.

Laughing at me.

Torturing me for being a weakling.

Not as big as him.

Because I'm scared of the dark.

Fleur Salomé.

She banished you to where you are now.

She hypnotized you.

Remember it.

She was with me...

The Hungarian bitch.

What happened then?

I had my way with her.

I'm not a weakling anymore.

Was she the first?

No...

Enough.

Set him free.

A door opens in the darkness.

The room behind that door is this one.

You don't have to go back to your old room.

You're an adult, not a weakling.

Your own man.

Step through the door and close it behind you.

Wake up.

Attention!

Please leave, gentlemen.

This picture will be in every newspaper tomorrow, I suppose?

Do you know where she is?

General, Fleur Salomé was used.

The conspiracy also was against her.

She was only an instrument.

A weapon...

that must be neutralized.

She's not a threat.

I've written down the reasons for why that is the case,

and the means the Szápárys employed

to use her against her will for their own purposes. I wrote a book about it.

-General, please read it. I beg you. -I see.

A book?

More than that.

A cure.

A vaccine.

Those who have the power of suggestion will have the power in the coming century.

Those who can influence and manipulate others.

-We have to be alert-- -There won't be a book, Dr. Freud.

This will be the last time you speak about what happened at Schönbrunn Palace.

You can't be serious.

This is a historiographical revolution, a complete restructuring.

-You have no right. Nobody has the right-- -A revolution, yes?

"Complete restructuring."

The empire...

was almost overthrown by a few Hungarian militants and a pretty woman.

In a single stroke.

Saved by a Jewish academic and a drunk from the Security Guard.

The picture will not be in the papers. It's going to the office of records.

Military intelligence?

You're going to cover it up?

Your rent has been paid for the entire year.

Your dismissal from the hospital has been reversed.

The door...

that you talked about...

Dr. Freud...

He will close it...

and go on living his life.

You understand?

I refuse to comply.

Freud, Jakob. Freud, Amalia.

They live in Kaiserstraße.

Bernays, Anna, born as a Freud, lives in the Pramerweg with her husband Eli.

Bernays, Martha. She lives with Sigmund Freud in the Schottenring.

If you care about your family's lives...

Give me that.

Kill them!

The moon is risen, beaming

The golden stars are gleaming

So brightly in the skies

The hushed, black woods are dreaming

The mists, like phantoms seeming

From meadows magically rise

How still the world reposes

While twilight round it closes

So peaceful and so fair

A quiet room for sleeping

Into oblivion steeping

The day's distress and sober care

They're already dreaming.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

District Inspector Kiss.

Congratulations on the promotion.

Kiss, I'm not proud about what I did.

I'll be transferred to the office of records now, as you know.

But I'm glad you're here.

Vienna needs you.

You're late again.

Everyone's already here. What's the matter with you?

A patient. A hard fate.

I'm sorry. Come here.

Come.

But don't mention that you worked on the sabbath.

-Shabbat shalom. -Shabbat shalom.

By the way, we're getting married.

-What? -What?

-Mazel tov. -What?

Martha. Martha.

Oh, sweetie. My boy.

Sigmund.

Mazel tov.

Mazel tov.

Luck and a blessing to the whole family.

Good.

THE POWER OF HYPNOSIS DR SIGMUND FREUD

What did they offer you?

My...

My old job.

Or death.

And you?

A promotion...

or death.

Congratulations.

I wrote a book.

What?

You wrote everything down?

Yes. My magnum opus.

Readership... one.

My fiancée.

Now, you can watch me burn it.

It fits.

Your time will come, Freud. One way or another.

Inspector?

You chose the promotion, right? Not death?

Vienna needs you.

Alive.

Someone has to be here who can say what happened...

one day...

for the history books.

I prescribe another 72 hours.

No objections, gentlemen?

No one thinks 72 hours is too much?

Freud...

Welcome back.

This patient is obviously making progress.

I prescribe a suspension of her immobilization.

Professor Meynert.

I've come to resign.

I don't understand, Freud.

My methods for treating the mentally ill have proven to be quite ineffective.

Almost harmful, even.

My integrity as a scientist is questionable.

Good day, gentlemen.

What are you doing in Vienna?

-I want to say goodbye. -You're being hunted.

I have no fear.

May I?

Have you read the newspaper today?

They're keeping it a secret.

I'm helping them.

I wrote a book about you and burned it.

I'm helping them to suppress something that has to be revealed.

I could cure an entire nation, but I'm making myself part of its illness.

Because they'd kill you otherwise.

Kiss wouldn't have any part in it.

So it isn't his path.

Not everybody wants to change the world like you do.

It's unfair.

You'll be on the run for the rest of your life,

even if they don't find and kill you.

Everything they did to you will be suppressed--

Good.

That's what I want.

I can deal with the secret police, but not if the whole world knows my name.

What's your plan?

I'm free.

Thank you.

Táltos is no longer a demon that haunts me.

He's my power.

My fire.

My... me.

I now know who I am because of you.

You can't tell our story.

But it can give you the same gift.

Accept it.

Don't write books about me.

Write many books... because of me.

Be Sigmund Freud.

Change the world.

The therapy is over.

Next one, please.

Say it.

Say it.

The therapy is over.

Next one, please.

Good day, doctor.

The power of the unconscious mind.

What we really want in the deepest parts of us will come to us,

for better or for worse.

Or the other way around...

we can maintain that what a person has become was, in reality,

their deepest desire.

There's a patient waiting next door.

Give me one minute.

Next one, please.