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There are no mysteries.

Not anymore.

No fairy tales, no fables.

The giants have been banished...

the dragons have been bled.

Science has found a way to eradicate them.

Reason has vanquished the human imagination.

There is only one frontier
that is unexplored by man...

only one place
where the dragons roam free...

the human brain is
the only uncharted land.

Let me help you.

What happened?

Leave me, leave me!

Calm down.

- What's all the fuss about?
- Don't touch me!

Good morning.

The Countess Sophia Nadazdy, 63...

widowed, married a Hungarian Count.

That's how she got her title...

and her diamonds.

Housekeeper, Frau Reiss.

Who found her?

Her maid.

Still in shock.

How long had the countess been staying?

- A month.
- And why did she come to Vienna?

Gentlemen.

Dr Jaeger.

Maybe an accident?
She fell, hit her head?

No sign of blood.

Did someone maybe hold her down?

No bruises. No sign of a struggle.

Suicide most likely.

A gift, never sent.

There's a prescription here...

Opium.

Standard treatment for melancholia.

So she was in Vienna because she was sick?

Tell me, who was treating her?

You want me to describe it?

I don't know if I can, Doctor.

Sexuality is a natural part
of every person's identity, Frau Huber.

But these thoughts, they are unclean.

Fantasies are simply a part
of the sexual appetite.

Entertaining them
doesn't make you corrupt...

doesn't make you evil.

It doesn't even mean that you actually want
these things to happen to you.

It's just they are a part

of the process of...

arousal.

Frau Liebermann?

Inspector Rheinhardt.

I'm looking for your brother.

He's with a patient.

I'm not sure it's convenient.

Oh, excuse me!

- In a week, then.
- We'd better be going.

Frau Liebermann.

I've no idea why I'm saying this but...

it's good to see you, Oskar.

Max.

Please, come in.

Apparently you've been busy.

Private practice, just getting started.

I'm still at the hospital
two days a week.

Gruner hasn't quite managed
to get rid of me yet.

I assume it's a case?

Is that why you've come?

Yes, it's a case.

But this is official.

Countess Sophia Nadazdy,
a patient of yours.

An appointment with you,
three days ago.

Hmm.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't talk about it.

She's dead, Max.

Discovered this morning.

Drowned in her bathtub,
a suite at The Imperial.

Looks like suicide.

I understand.

It must be difficult.

Anything you can tell me about her?

It's confidential.

Well...

there is nothing more to be said.

May I visit the scene?

The place where she died?

It's a police enquiry.

It's confidential too, Max.

Well, I need to understand
what happened.

You want me
to open up my case to you?

But you're not willing
to give me anything in return?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hypothesis...

a woman is troubled by melancholy.

She travels to Vienna
for the latest cure.

She visits a doctor...

but he is unable to help her.

She decides to end her life.

She runs a bath and kills herself.

That's what's going in the police report?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Looks to me like she walked out
on her life at a moment's notice.

Is it usual to buy a gift for someone
that you're never going to send?

Yeah.

I had a good teacher.

I don't believe she killed herself.

Too many pieces don't fit.

You can help me get to know her.

Please, Max.

I told you, Oskar.

What goes on
in my office is confidential.

- Max...
- You know Vienna.

Reputation is everything.

Visiting a psychoanalyst is still
a cause for gossip.

For God's sake, Max.

She's dead!

You don't have loyalty to a dead woman.

Your reputation hangs in the balance here.

I can't betray her trust.

Even beyond the grave.

For your office.

You desperately need curtains.

Mama, you shouldn't have.

You can't have all those wealthy patients
being gawped at from the street.

There's not too many patients. Not yet.

You just wait! They'll all come flocking.
Mark my words.

What's wrong?

I lost a patient.

What do you mean, "lost"?

She's dead...

died this morning...

drowned in her hotel suite.

Oh, Max...

How awful.

Possible suicide, they're not sure yet.

I sit in a room with them
for just a few hours...

think that I have all the answers, but...

feel like I'm just stumbling around blind.

Honestly, Mama, I don't know
what I've been playing at.

You can't blame yourself, surely?

Max, what is it?

She was seeing Gruner at the hospital
before she came to me.

I advised her not to take his pills.

A few days later she ends up dead.

You must realise how that seems?

Ah. Everyone's in here, I see.

What's the matter? What's going on?

Just trying to brighten up his office.

The rent on that place is extortionate.

I am hoping for some return
on my investment, Max.

Your new business is costing me
an arm and a leg.

Perhaps you'd better ask for it back.

I was only teasing.

What's the matter with him?

September 7th...

Countess Sophia Nadazdy Introductory Session.

Already had some consultations with Gruner

agreed to become my patient.

Gruner prescribed opium
for melancholy and depression.

I advised against taking it.

"The disreputable science"?

Isn't that what they're calling it?

You don't trust psychoanalysis?

I have doubts.

Yet you travelled halfway across
town to meet with me, Countess.

Touché.

If you think my methods are "disreputable"

then why did you agree to come?

Tell me something, do people find you
easy to dislike? Doctor...

Liebermann.

Liebermann.

September 12th.

No ring on your finger.

You're not married.

I'm not the patient, Countess.

Well, we're just two people talking.

Conversation ought to flow both ways.

Not married.

Successful, professional...

good prospects,
what is it that women find hard to bear?

Be your inquisitorial manner, or...

or the smell of your cologne?

I'm not your enemy, Countess.

You pay a considerable amount
of money to be here

and yet we simply side step
around each other.

There's a girl...

a little girl.

I need to tell you her story.

A girl?

Blanka.

That was her name, Blanka Mar.

Pale...

blue eyes...

Tell me about Blanka.

Not today.

Maybe...

never.

Liebermann.

Thank you.

A word, if you please.

It says you'd been seeing her as a patient
at your practice in town.

I'm afraid I can't comment, Professor

The woman is dead!

Don't play games with me, Liebermann!

You coerced her to leave my care.

- I didn't coerce her...
- You treated her

with your own appalling methods.

Professor!

And she ends up taking her own life!

You can't worm your way out of it,
not like last time.

This time, you'll end up
in front of a disciplinary committee.

When I'm done with you...

you won't be able to practice in Vienna.

You'll be forced to go back to England!

You came to salvage your reputation?

Who gave my name to the newspapers?

It's a countess, Max.

The hotel is swarming with press.

They pay for any scrap of information.

Question now is
what are you going to do about it?

Oskar...

We both need to know how she died

me because I have to solve a crime

you because you have to salvage
your career.

So...

if you want to share some information

then maybe we could help each other.

What exactly are these interviews for?

The newspapers said it was "suicide".

Just gathering all the evidence,
Herr Direktor.

What did she say?

I think she said, "Evil...

Evil walks here...

with a woman's face".

You're the one they're talking about.

The one whose name is in the papers.

The "Freudian".

Thank you, Herr Direktor.

She suffered badly. Melancholia.

Did she ever threaten violence
against herself?

Prescribed medicine...

but then she stopped
taking them, at her doctor's advice.

Your advice, Doctor Liebermann.

Heard her crying
in her room most nights, sir.

Wailing, like she was tormented.

Had these desperate fits of anger.

Broke the crockery
and stormed out of the ballroom.

Well, you are the bellboy, uh...

Walter, sir.

Walter.

Anything you can tell us?

Well?

Actually, yes sir, I reckon I was
the last one who saw the countess.

I was on duty, sir, upstairs.

And?

Her face...

it was all twisted.

You mean like she'd been crying?

No.

Like it was made of wax.

Like it had been melting.

"Melted"?

So the witness claimed.

As if her skin was sliding off her face.

We need you to do a full post-mortem.

Er, who's "we", Doctor Liebermann?

Your reputation is tarnished,
to say the least.

Please, do as he asked. Thank you.

You wanted to see me, sir?

You were interviewed
with all the other staff.

And?

And I told them what I knew, sir.

I told them I saw her.

Dammit, Walter!

I didn't tell them anything more, sir!

You know why people come here?

You know why they choose
to stay with us?

Because we're secret-keepers.

Everyone has secrets.

It's our job to preserve them.

"Anything our clients desire".

That's the Imperial's reputation.

Yes, sir.

Strychnine?

Produces convulsions in the muscles,
particularly the face.

She was poisoned?

Dead before she hit the water.

- Thank you, Doctor Jaeger.
- You're welcome.

There was no obvious sign of it in her room.

Unlikely it was self-administered.

Maybe this is a murder case after all.

Stop smiling.

I'm not smiling. It's relief.

With a smile, you're not
in the clear, not yet.

I know.

She's still dead, Max!

Max!

Clara.

How are you? How, how is everything?

I didn't expect to see you.

You know Herr Korngold?
Jonas.

- Yes, yes. Of course.
- Max.

I've just read your name
in the newspaper.

Ah.

Yes, it's not very fashionable
to be seen with me today.

Still fighting battles
on every front.

You don't change.

It's no more than he deserves.
After the way he treated you.

Don't, Jonas.

Doctor Liebermann?

I didn't catch your name.

Are you going to tell me?

Yannick, sir.

Neubauer.

Yannick, please.

So...

How can I help you?

I have something precious.

Something belonging to her, sir.

"Her"?

The lady.

The one who died at the hotel.

She said I deserved it, sir.

After everything I did for her.

Fetching and carrying,
running errands.

I see. It's a gift.

She liked you.
You helped her.

And you didn't want to be
accused of stealing it.

No, sir. I don't.

And you thought I could help?

I thought you could say
she left it here, sir.

Dropped it, maybe?

I remembered she came here once before.

I remembered the address
she gave the driver.

Yes, well...

Yes, I'll give it to the police,
I'll put it with the other evidence.

What's wrong, Yannick?

There's something else, isn't there?

What else did you want to tell me?

You could have put this back in her room.
You didn't have to come to see me.

You spent time in her company?

There was another gift for someone...

a silver cigarette case.

Do you know who that was for?

Did she have a lover?

Oskar Rheinhardt, Leopoldstadt Police.

We're looking for Oktav Hauke.

You've found him, gentlemen.

How long have you been here, in the hotel?

A month.

I plan to stay here for the season.

You knew the dead woman?

Yes.

We dined together on occasion.

Tragic.

A gift, for you...

from the countess.

It doesn't have my name on it, Inspector.

We have a witness on the staff
who says you were often seen together.

We spent a lot of time together, yes.

We became close friends.

A woman old enough to be your mother?

There is no law against
two people becoming acquainted.

You were with her on the evening she died?

I was at her table, yes.

She left the dining room alone.

Did she seem particularly unhappy?

Not particularly, no.

She was prone to bouts of melancholy.

You must be devastated by her death.

Excuse me?

People have different ways
of expressing their grief.

Now, would you please
excuse me, gentlemen?

I'm getting ready for lunch.

You're an Uhlan.

Just resigned my commission.

So you decided to have a little holiday...

in a hotel filled with widows.

Thank you so much for dropping by,
gentlemen.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Morning, Rheinhardt.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't realise you were cleaning.

Fraulein Linder.

What?

I'm the new archivist.

Uh...

What happened to Pichler?

Retired.

Now, can I help you?

Yes, um...

I need some research.

Second Lieutenant Oktav Hauke.

Uhlans. Discharged.

Seems the army wanted
to be rid of him pretty fast.

Leaves service with no prospects...

starts slobbering over
a woman twice his age.

Forgive me please, Fraulein.
I didn't mean to be indelicate.

I'm an employee here, Inspector.

Say what you want to say.

This is a record
of what we spoke about

during our sessions.
There's something I want to read to you.

I never understood
its significance before but...

I think she foresaw
what was going to happen to her.

Listen to this.

"September 15th...

The patient recounted a dream

one she said she'd been having

again and again and again...

and again.

I'm in the park alone.

The place is shrouded in mist.

A nanny pushes a pram along the path,
just out of reach.

There's a large white building in the park

like a fairy-tale palace.

I go in. Animals live wild inside.

They're watching me from the shadows.

There are sweets and candy...

like in the fairy tale...

the witch's house
in Hansel and Gretel.

I find the woman sitting inside.

I hold out my arms
to take care of the little child

but it turns into a bundle of...

...of rags and dust!

Liebchen!

Countess?

Do you have any children?

No. None.

Doctor Liebermann...

what do you think it signifies?

The unconscious mind,
it's like a pool of dark water

and then, when we dream,
images shoot up and out...

like a fountain.

Perhaps... Perhaps you are thinking
about that little girl.

Well, I sense that something
or maybe someone...

has frightened you...

and you're trying to find a way to tell me.

Do you think you can
ever truly know someone?

I don't quite follow.

People...

People close to you.
People who claim to love you.

How can you ever really know them?

Hmm?

What if...

What if somebody you love had done

something truly terrible in the past

a secret so dark...

so frightening?

Hm...

What if they appeared so charming...

but underneath the mask...

I'm sorry, Doctor Liebermann.

So, she was scared of someone?

Someone very close to her?

Any clue to their identity?

Whoever they are, they're in this dream.

This is where our darkest fears
rise to the surface.

I think she was afraid
someone was going to kill her.

So, this is what you're bringing me?

This is your great discovery?

A fairy-tale palace?

Inspector.

Yes?

What is this?

Leonie Hutter.

Who?

Landlady, Leopoldstadt,
another widow.

I found her in the archives.

Died in an accident. Drowned.

Why are you bringing me this?

Where's the connection to Hauke?

He was lodging with her
at the time of her death.

Alright.

We get a warrant tomorrow.
Search his room.

He's not worthy of the Uhlan's uniform.

We all knew what he was up to...

sniffing round the old widow.

You recognise the insignia?

My son was an Uhlan.

Thank you, Frau Reiss.
You can leave us.

Thank you.

You have to ask yourself...

if he's guilty...

then why remain here, in the hotel?

Something must be keeping him here.

Inspector.

Amelia.

Uh, Miss Lydgate.

I came as soon as I could get away.

"Profiling" isn't the only thing
that I've learned from you.

Miss Lydgate has been
consulting for us on several cases.

Right.

Good.

Strychnine poisoning,
if it was prepared in here I need to know it.

Any evidence that it was handled
in this room.

Excuse me, Doctor Liebermann.

Oh, I'll stay.

Two months.

I'm aware.

Two months, four days.

I'm working. Do you mind?

You know how many letters I sent you?

I feel sure you're about to remind me.

Three.

Not a single reply.

Funnily enough I've been busy.

Don't you think that an appropriate
amount of time has gone by?

I think that a young doctor
with a burgeoning reputation

can't afford the stain of scandal.

Particularly now he's in the papers.

Do you mind?

What are you grinning at?

Never mind.

Any signs of poison traces?

Nothing I can find, sorry.

If he prepared it in here,
he sterilised everything.

We need to cast our net wider.

The Countess, I need to know everything
she ate on her final night here.

What?

She was poisoned.

No question.

This is absurd.

We are not responsible!

Miss Lydgate?

What else do you require?

I need to see menu cards,
the contents of your store

and I need the names of every person
who came into contact with her food.

You have women detectives now, do you?

Just do as you're asked.

Now.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, you can go.

Walnuts, hardboiled eggs and champagne?

That's all she ate?

Demanded the same things every evening.

Uh, she bought a few items of her own...

A herbal infusion,
used her own supplier from England.

The Emperor Augustus.

What?

Augustus.

He, uh...

He thought his wife was
trying to poison him.

Picked his own figs from the trees,
milked his own goat.

What's this about, exactly?

Eggs and walnuts, difficult to tamper with.

Impossible to pierce the shell
of an egg without leaving a trace.

So, if it wasn't in the food then...

how else did he manage it?

How long before dinner are the tables laid?

Six o'clock. Two hours.

The Countess, did she occupy
the same table every night?

Tell us about the evening she died.

I saw her, maybe a few minutes
before she left.

Her shawl had fallen.

I hung it back on her chair.

Glanced at the table...

I didn't notice anything untoward.

She and that young soldier
were on the dance floor.

I saw the staff deliver her tea-tray.

It was waiting for her.

Then she cleared the table.

She was poisoned right here.

The tea was the only unchecked
thing she consumed.

Maybe it was in the water.

Maybe the pot?

Maybe he soaked
the leaves in a solution.

"Maybe" is not good enough
for us, Miss Lydgate.

Time you and I had a little chat,
don't you think?

Please. I've been expecting it.

You asked for my investment, Max

and I gladly put money
into you and your business.

Well, not "gladly". Let's be honest.

Now I find that your name is plastered
all over the newspapers.

And are you worried about
the stain on our good name

or the return on your investment?

I'm worried about you, my son.

Reputation in this city is a precious thing.

Well, I'm afraid it's too late
to salvage mine.

Here.

A disciplinary hearing.

But you've only just shaken
off the scandal there.

Gruner's not giving up so easily.

If he can't annihilate Freud,
I'm the next best thing.

What do you intend to do?

Fight.

What other option do I have?

Max!

Come on. I'm taking you out.

I've finished the new drapes
for your office.

Impress the patients.

It's very generous, all this, Mama,
but you really needn't have bothered.

Stop fussing and come and have a look.

I came in to hang them yesterday.
They make all the difference.

Did you lock the door?

Of course.

Oh...

Oh, Max...

Who could do such a thing?

You and I need to have a serious talk.

Mama please leave those.

- But, Max...
- Take the carriage home.

There's no sense you being here.
Please.

Please.

Mrs Liebermann.

Thank you.

What?

When I came to see you,
after I read your name in her diary

I knew you had access
to her private thoughts.

- Well?
- The killer has the same notion, apparently.

Oskar.

You think she was frightened by someone.

You think she anticipated her own death.

Who else would she tell about her fears,
if not you; her psychoanalyst?

He thinks you know his name.

He thinks you can identify him.

You are in grave danger,
whether you realise it or not, Max.

Nothing.

Not a trace of poison in it.

So, where does that leave us?

The boiling water in the pot.

It's the only thing
that could have been tampered with.

The infusion is bitter,
would have masked the taste of it.

Means it was done by someone close at hand.

Someone right beside her at the table.

Hauke.

Very well, we arrest him.

Miss Lydgate.

Leonie Hutter.

Your landlady...

died in an apparent drowning accident.

Does anyone see a pattern here?

This is really
why you arrested me, Inspector?

She left you money in her will.

Hardly a fortune.

Just a modest amount.

Still, when she died,
you were able to claim it

and move on to a wealthier woman.

Isn't that what happened?

Hmm?

Our scientist confirmed

she was killed by someone
who laced her teapot with strychnine

someone who knew about her precise rituals
and her movements

someone who was right next to her
on that evening.

What would you do for money...

Herr Hauke?

What would you be prepared to do?

Drag a woman into bed, twice your age

and then dispatch her
like you wipe some dirt off your shoe?

We were companions, not lovers.

She was eager to spend money on me. Hah!

You think I am immoral for accepting?

How much will you earn
from the sale of her estates in Hungary?

Did I say something funny, Herr Hauke?

There is no inheritance.

What?

She never willed
any of her money to me.

I don't stand to earn a thing.

I suppose you discussed this often?

You don't believe me?

Ask her solicitors.

Whatever you may think of me, Inspector

a fortune-hunter, a leech...

I've always known
I wouldn't get her fortune.

Where is my motive for killing her?

You called the Nadazdy solicitors?

Yes, sir.

And?

Hauke is telling the truth.

The estate returns to the Count's family
after his wife's death.

Hmm... There goes your motive.

So Hauke is no longer a suspect.

No, sir.

Five days.

What else have you got for me?

This can't possibly be all you've achieved?

The investigation is ongoing.

Meaning it's nowhere.

Frankly...

if I were you...

I'd pray for a miracle.

Sir...

She's Hungarian nobility.

A family title and estate.

The Imperial Court
has been asking questions!

Politically, this is extremely delicate!

- Sir...
- Widow of a Hungarian nobleman...

dying under suspicious circumstances.

Get your head out of your backside

and provide me with something!

Let Hauke go.

Dismissed!

I don't know how much longer
I can stop my fist

from connecting with that grin of his!

There must be something.

A scrap of information.
Max, what haven't you told me?

I've shown you the files, Oskar.

I've shared everything.

The killer must be
somewhere in her dreams.

Oh, come on!

There was one thing.

I never got to the bottom of it but it...

might be significant.

What?

A name.

"Blanka Mar".

Who is she?

Uh, well, she may be nobody.

A fantasy.

Max, what's this about?

Our private sessions.

The Countess,
whenever she became upset

or disturbed in some way
she mentioned a girl.

Blanka Mar.

At first I thought it was just
a displacement technique.

That the feelings were too painful

so she was ascribing them
to someone else, to uh...

a fantasy character.

And now you've changed your mind?

I don't know, Oskar.

Maybe she's real.

Maybe she's not.

I don't understand.
I thought you'd made an arrest.

We need to begin again, Herr Holler.

We need to widen our search.

When exactly is this intrusion
going to end?

Bring in the Russians.

Never spoke to us.

She was so...

so...

consumed by her own sadness.

Uh...

What did your wife mean before?

When she said
there was "evil" in this hotel?

A young woman in white...

my wife saw her

walking outside the Countess' room.

What's so strange
about a young woman in white?

She had the eyes of a devil.

Thank you.

Superstition, that's all.
She saw another guest.

Look at the list.

There's no young woman on this floor.

Inspector...

there is something else.

It's gone!

It's gone!

I swear it was right here.

What did you find?

Um, a book of pictures.

Erotic images.

You know, the sort of things
you find in brothels.

No. I don't know, as it happens.

What exactly do you mean?

Um, when the clients come from abroad

and don't speak the language

you use a picture book to communicate.

A menu.

What are you suggesting
goes on in this hotel?

I think they're trying to hide a secret.

I believe we were talking about deception.

Someone close to you deceiving
you in some way.

Do you harbour feelings of...

anger or betrayal?

Countess?

Blanka.

I keep seeing her.

Liebermann, what do you think you're doing?

Nothing, sir.

I assume you've had your summons
to the disciplinary board?

I still have my duties to attend to here.

Not for much longer, I'd wager.

We're out of bromide.
Mr Hofbauer needs his medication.

If you're not too busy, I'd be grateful.

I'll go to the dispensary right now.

Hello?

Professor Gruner?

Who's there?

Herr Hofbauer.

What are you doing out of bed?
Come on. Let me take you back up.

Someone was in your office?

Yes, came to the hospital,
took the transcripts.

It's as I thought. He's after you.

You're playing with fire, Max.

Yes.

Don't you see? This means
we have a way to catch him!

He thinks I can identify him.

So, he wants to know what I know.

He needs me.

You're not serious?

All we have to do is wait.

Wait for him to come here again.

Who are you?

It doesn't matter about my name.

Can I help you?

I need to see you, Doctor. It's urgent.

- It's rather late. Perhaps if you came back...
- No!

It can't wait.

Alright.

Is something wrong?

Yes, there is "something wrong".

Would you... would you like
to tell me about it?

Doctors!

You think you have the right to know
everything about a man's life.

Every little secret, huh?

Well, what goes on
in this room is confidential.

What did she tell you about me?

She?

My wife. She's been coming
here without telling me.

Herr Huber?

She comes here and
she talks about me.

I know she does!

I won't be humiliated like this,
you understand?

Oh, but let's discuss this, calmly.

She doesn't desire me anymore.
You know about that?

Look...

What did she tell you, huh?

That I can't satisfy her?

Please, I...

What the hell did my wife tell you?

Answer me, you son of a whore!

Who the hell are you?

I'm arresting you. Keep silent.

Uh, husband of a patient.

- What?
- It's not the man we're after.

Sorry, Oskar.

Sorry.

Where's my hat?

Hat.

Your hat

This is not over.

Sorry, Oskar. Trap got sprung
by the wrong prey.

How many people want you dead, Doctor?

The list seems to get longer by the day.

Inspector?

Nothing?

No mention of her anywhere.

No "Blanka Mar"?

Maybe the doctor's instincts were right.

She doesn't exist,
as far as the records are concerned.

I've been sent with an agenda, Max.

I'm supposed to mention it casually,
but I can't think how

so I'm just gonna come out with it.

An agenda?

From your mother.

Ah, I see.

Well?

We had a letter from Clara.

She's engaged.

Jonas Korngold.

Ah.

Is that all you have to say?

What do you want me to say?
He's a fine man.

You're connected to him in business,
makes it neat for everyone.

I just wanted you to hear it from me
before people started to gossip.

Oh, Fraulein Spitzer has returned
from travelling.

You remember the Spitzers?
Lovely people.

Why are you telling me this part?

Their daughter's back in Vienna.

Ah, I see. So, you'd like me
to propose marriage.

It was just a suggestion.

Tie up all the loose ends.

We just want you to be content!

Take the Spitzer girl out,
see if anything comes of it.

Father, for heaven's sake.

- Max?
- I'm not a child anymore.

You really don't understand, do you?

For all your analysis,
you still don't understand human nature.

Father...

When do you think it stops?

When do you think it ends for us?

When you're 18?

When do you think we stop worrying?

The answer is "never".

The journey is never over.

You have a child, your life is
inextricably linked to theirs forever.

If they're not happy, you can't be happy.

You feel joy in their successes

and abject misery in their failures.

Why do you think I was so eager to loan
you the money for your business?

I assume mother begged you.

Of course she did!
But I was glad to do it.

Well, not glad, you were right

when you said as much.

You'll always be that little boy to us.

Max?

Are you even listening?

Max, what's the matter?

I've got to go.

I'm sorry.

Max!

A child!
That's what she was trying to hide.

She had a child!

She lied to me.

At some point in her life.

- The Countess Nadazdy...
- Yes, remember the baby in her dreams?

Yes. So what?

I'm so stupid. I should have realised.

The animals weren't real, Oskar,
they were painted on the walls.

- The animals?
- Yes and the sweets in the glass jars.

It was medicine. It was a hospital, Oskar!

We lie to children. We give them medicine
and pretend that it's sweets.

We, we paint pictures of animals on the wall
just to make them feel more comfortable.

The feeling that was bubbling away
inside her, it wasn't just fear...

it was guilt!

She had a child that she abandoned...

and that child came back to find her.

The person she feared,
it wasn't a lover, Oskar...

it was her baby.

We need to know about the child.

They conceived a son.

She and her husband, the Count.

Little boy.

Beautiful, golden curls, an angel.

We need to know about him.

He had everything.

You understand me? Everything.

This boy had more love
than any child has ever been given.

Spoiled him, I always said,
changed his nature.

He had no boundaries, you know.

There was nothing
he couldn't have if he wanted it.

He became twisted.

Terrible things he did.

Children came to play at the estate,
they never came back.

Their families would never ever
let them come again.

Who was Blanka Mar?

That poor little girl.

He tortured her.

Disfigured her.

The family, they were paid
for their silence!

From this moment on...

they decided
that he had to be sent away.

His mother never wanted
anyone to know about him.

Where is he now?

They sent him to a sanatorium
when he was nine years old.

After all the violence, after the...

after Blanka.

They brought him here to Vienna.

There was a doctor
who took charge of him.

I can't recall his name.

The records were destroyed.

After this day...

it was as if he was dead.

And then...

something happened?

He was transferred
to another place out of Vienna

when he was older.

Six months ago, they wrote to her

telling her that he'd escaped.

She knew he'd be looking for her.

Istvan.

Little Master Istvan
with the golden curls.

She never forgave herself.

That's why she was so unhappy.

It all fits!

Her attraction to Hauke...

Drawn to a much younger man.
It was displacement!

You're talking nonsense again, Max.

Give it to me in plainer language.

Anyone who's had a broken relationship
some time in their past

they spend their days trying to mend it.

She lavished her money on Hauke

out of guilt for her abandoned son,
for Istvan.

She knew that eventually
he would find her.

And she was right.

When she came to Vienna,
he hunted her down

and he killed her.

Istvan!

Istvan, I'm a doctor,
I can help you!

Don't yell out or I'll cut you.

Istvan?

No, I'm not Istvan.
Now empty your pockets!

- Now! Do it!
- Yes...

And your coat!

- Give me your coat!
- Of course.

Now go.

Get out. Out!

Dear God. What happened?

- Oh, Max!
- Don't say anything. Please. It's fine.

Where have you been?
What have you been doing?

I was stupid. I was in the park last night.

In the park?

What on Earth were you up to?

Let me get some iodine for it.

- Mama, please, don't...
- It looks awful.

You can't see
patients looking like that.

Well, I don't have any patients,
so that's a sort of blessing.

I was robbed.

What? Have you informed the police?

I don't want to. It's not important.

Not important?

Sir, the police are at the door.

Very prompt.

An accident with a patient.

You're a lousy liar.

Your coat.

Your wallet, your hat.

I was assaulted.

Here. Last night.

By this charming fellow?

And then he was attacked immediately after

wearing your clothes.

Max, why didn't you tell me?

Because...

I knew you wouldn't have approved. I...

I thought I could get him to confess.

And I made a mistake, Oskar, I'm sorry.

But he's here.

Istvan, he's still in Vienna.

He's trying to make contact.

Yes, with a knife in your guts!

He may have just tried to defend himself.

I have to meet him.

I have to reach him somehow.

That's insane! This could have been you.

He's trying to get close to me.

I can help you catch him.

I'm sorry.

I'm not prepared to gamble
with your life anymore.

He is here somewhere.

Hiding in plain sight.

She knew she was dying.

She knew he'd managed
to get to her somehow.

Instinctively she grabbed
at her jewels but...

...they were worthless to her now.

Yes?

I've brought you coffee, gentlemen.

Just put it there, uh...

Yannick, sir.

Yannick.

What's your surname?

Neubauer, sir.

Yannick, sir.

Neubauer...

I've met him.

Oskar, I was face to face with him.

He came to my office.

I told you, the one
who brought the jewellery.

What?

He spun me a story just to gain access.

And then later he came back
and turned the place over.

He's done what he came here to do.

He could be a hundred miles away
by now, we'll never find him.

No.

There's another way.

Fraulein?

Fraulein, wait.

The doctor, paid to remove all the records,
would you recognise him?

Try to remember his name. Please.

Liebermann, what the hell are you doing?

You've been here a long time, Professor.

What business is that of yours?

And who is this?

Can you recall a patient?

- What's this about, exactly?
- A boy.

Istvan Nadazdy.

We have a witness
who says that you were his doctor.

That you were paid
to keep his crimes from coming out.

- What?
- You were paid to alter all his files.

Don't be ridiculous! Get out!

The family paid you to keep it
from coming to light.

You were just a junior physician,
of course.

But there's a witness to your crime.

I don't answer to you, Liebermann!

This is a police enquiry.

So sit down in that chair.

You are going to tell us everything

or I'll arrest you for obstruction.
You hear me?

All the years I've worked here...

I've never seen anything like it.

What do you remember about him?

He never said much.

But...

his eyes...

You could tell at once
he had a deeply disturbed mind.

I don't know how he got hold of it.

What?

A knife.

Must have kept it from his dinner.

One of the older boys,
one who kept on teasing him...

he...

he attacked him.

He left when he was 16 years old.

He was taken to another hospital.

I don't know what happened to him after that.

I never saw him again.

Where was he kept when he was here?

I need to see the place.

The children's wing.

It closed down long before your time.

The building's still standing.

Istvan?

I'm not Istvan.

Istvan is dead.

They killed him.

Tell me everything.

I want to listen. I want to understand.

They brought you here.

Mm-hm.

You know she gave me up?

Her own son.

I don't think you want to hurt me.

I don't think you wanted
to hurt that man in the park either.

Why couldn't she love me?

Because you hurt that little girl, Blanka.

I didn't mean it!

Well...

it all has to stop now.

Now your mother's dead and gone.

I didn't kill her.

What?

I wanted to.

I thought about it, every day.

I wanted to hurt her so badly.

Then what happened?

I came to find her when I escaped.

I got as close to her as I could.

I got into the hotel,
stole a valet's uniform...

and I watched her with that man...

laughing...

smiling...

young enough to be her son!

I just wanted to be with her.

I wanted her to have her arms
around me instead of him.

She wanted your forgiveness
more than anything.

Istvan...

I can help you.

Come with me.

No, don't shoot!

Argh!

I'm saving your backside again.

Just like old times.

Come on.

He's not our killer.

Not our killer?

No.

That's insane!
Have you lost your mind?

He's just a child who craves
what we all crave, acceptance from a parent.

That reunion could never have taken place
if she was dead.

Thank you.

He has a complex personality disorder.

He's disturbed...

but uh, no, he's not our killer.

I thought we were so close.

- Your hat.
- Thank you.

I need a drink.

A Slivovitz for me and house wine
for my friend.

Thank you.

No suspects. No clues. No leads.
No witnesses.

Von Bulow has been hoping
to kick me off the case.

This has just given him
the opportunity he wanted.

- I'm sorry, Oskar...
- No.

It isn't you.

I was so convinced that it was Hauke

I forgot to do my job.

And now the trail has gone cold.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- It's alright.

How many tables? How many places?

What?

- What do you mean? Why?
- Well...

If we went outside right now
and the drinks arrived

how would the waiter know
which place was yours and which was mine?

You're talking in riddles, Max.
It's getting tiresome.

No, no, listen!

If we got up for a moment
and we stepped outside

how would he know
for certain that this was your chair?

I don't know.

He would look for my coat, I suppose.

Remember what Holler told us?

They got up to dance.

Now, I'm the Countess, you're Hauke.

Yes, obviously.

Then Holler said that while they were gone

her shawl, it fell to the floor.

Yeah.

Now, Holler, he picked it up.

But...

what if he placed it
on Hauke's chair...

instead of hers?

And, the person...

bringing the poison...

put it there.

We may have been wrong this whole time.

What if he was the intended victim?

We might have been looking
in the wrong place all this time.

Sir!

Scandal in the regiment.

The Uhlans.

Exact same platoon,
and the dates match. Look!

Young man, an Uhlan, who hanged himself.

Found in bed with another soldier.

An officer.

It says the officer seduced him.

He was immediately discharged.

There's no names.
The scandal was hushed up.

Hauke.

His relationship with the Countess,
protection from wagging tongues.

Oh, God!

Oskar?

Thank you.

My beauty.

Haussmann found evidence, I was stupid.

I ignored it.

What evidence?

The staff quarters in the hotel.
Bodies being sold like room service!

That's the reason why Hauke went there.

Still, who would want to kill him?

We've met the killer, Oskar.

We stared right in her face!

So the poison was meant for me?

Gentlemen.

He was your son.

The young Uhlan.

This animal seduced him.

My boy couldn't
bear the scandal.

Hanged himself.

Frau Reiss, please, put it down.

You don't understand.

We loved each other.

Gentlemen.

Hauke was no villain.

He was lost and alone.

Forced to live a life of lies.

Evil with a woman's face?

There's no evil here, Max.

They've asked you to be a witness
at my disciplinary hearing?

Ironic.

What a moment of victory
for you, Liebermann.

You wait.

My time will come.

There is no greater need for a child

than the love and acceptance of a parent.

Perhaps that child is still inside us all

still craving their approval.

The love of a parent can be powerful...

sometimes all-consuming.

Some parents will sacrifice
anything for their child

even themselves.