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Humans are storytellers.

All through history, we have been
the authors of legends and fables.

The Greeks,
and their celestial beings...

the Egyptians,
and their mythology of the universe...

Somehow, our stories make sense
of who we are.

But why do we so desperately feel the need
for heroes and idols?

Are they simply a vehicle
for our own hidden feelings and desires?

Perhaps they expose a darkness in us...

Hey, get your hands off me!

I could say the same to you.

You got your hand in my pocket.

You picked on the wrong man tonight.
I'm a police officer.

No, I didn't... It's a mistake.

This is how you operate, is it?

Rub shoulders with
all the lords and ladies.

I wouldn't.

You're lucky I'm not on duty tonight.

Get lost!

You made it.

Max.

Nice hat.
- Oh.

Sorry we're late.

Oh, not at all.
It hasn't started yet.

So, moving pictures...
- Mm-hmm.

Not something I've ever done.

It all seems very prestigious, Max.

How did you manage
to get us an invitation?

I'll bet one of
the people here is his patient.

Ooh!

And he's far too discreet to tell us who.

Merci beaucoup.

You're wonderful!
- Wow...

Fraulein.

These are my friends,
Therese Thanhofer and Oskar Rheinhardt.

This is Ida Rego,
the star of tonight's film.

Oh, nice to meet you.
Good evening.

Max never told me he mixed
in such glamorous circles.

He never told me
he had such handsome friends.

- Fraulein Rego?
- Enchanté!

May I ask you a few questions?
- Excuse me...

Well, I have to tell you.
If a little is great and a lot is better

then way too much
is just about right.

Of course. Can you say that again?

Ladies and gentlemen, you are about
to witness the world's next true miracle.

You are about to be swept back in time,
three thousand years

to one of history's greatest
love stories.

The person you will meet there
is the city's bright new captivating star.

Fraulein Ida Rego.

Please turn off the lights.

What's happening?

Ida?

We need a doctor!
- Yes.

Help!

Fraulein, what's the matter?
What's wrong?

Please, tell me so I can help you.

- Lights!
- Lights!

Just try to breathe.

Poisoned. Arsenic, I'd say.

The faint odour of the corpse
and the jaundiced skin.

Self-inflicted?

Painful way to die.

Suicides usually opt for something
less harrowing.

How long before she died
could it have been administered?

The effect is not immediate.
Maybe an hour. Maybe two.

Well, then.

This is a murder investigation now.

Tell me everything.

Start at the beginning.

I've called you all here today

because an interesting case
has come to light.

One that profoundly demonstrates
the frightening power of the human mind.

Patient is a woman, 24.

Referred to this hospital
with a severe neurological disturbance

some doctors might call it "hysteria"

though I believe
that's no longer the fashion.

Do we have a name?
- Her name is Ida Rego.

A screen actress.

She comes from Budapest.
A contract with the Koller studios...

Destined to become the next bright star
in the cinematic firmament.

You look wonderful today.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Ida! Be careful with the angels!
- Oh!

Can I have a glass of water?
I'm dying of thirst!

She was referred to the hospital yesterday
afternoon, an emergency patient.

How does the disturbance manifest,
Professor?

A sudden onset of total blindness.

Why hasn't she been referred
to the ophthalmology department?

They've already seen her.

And? What was their diagnosis?

Read the report.
There is nothing physically wrong with her.

It's all in her mind.

Ida? Ida...

Leave us alone.

Hey, darling...
- I can't see!

What? No.

I... I can't see...

I, I can't see...
- Come, sit down, sit down.

My eyes!
- Please.

I'm blind!

Shh. Shh.

Fraulein Rego.

I'm the Head of Neurology here.
My name is Professor Neumann.

We're not alone.

No. I've invited my colleagues.

I'm afraid I can't sign autographs,
just at the moment.

What a pity!

Our ophthalmologist, Dr Bauer

could find nothing physically wrong with you.

What are you suggesting?

Do you think that this is all just
an elaborate performance?

No, no, please, don't upset yourself.

There might be another reason
for your condition.

Such as?

Would you allow one of my colleagues
to examine you?

Dr Liebermann.

You know how many men ache

to touch what you are touching?

You have very gentle hands.

But also strong...

I feel very safe with you.

Normal dilation muscles are responsive.

So yes, must be some kind of
neurological condition.

Heilig?
- I concur.

Good. So...

Perhaps she's had a shock

something she didn't want to see.

And her brain has blocked it out.
- Agreed.

Recommendations?
A talking cure.

If her brain has elected to "switch off"

the sensory apparatus
then the reason has to be explored.

Hmm...

You disagree, Professor?

A talking cure could take months
to reach a conclusion.

I think there might be a quicker route.

A simple placebo.

Nurse.

Surely the trauma has to be investigated.
The reason behind the condition.

Dr Liebermann.

You're a passionate believer
in your methodology, Doctor.

Yes.
- That's quite commendable.

But I'm not used to having my practice
questioned in front of my colleagues.

Nurse?

Would you be so kind
as to fetch me a saline solution?

Doctors.

Right, you will just feel a little scratch.

And it will begin to flow...

Oh, dear God...

I can see.

I can see again!

Professor...

you are a miracle worker!

You truly have the gift of healing.

And that's it,
that's how I came to know her.

May we take the body?

Thank you, Doctor.

How long ago?
- Two months.

You had no further dealings with her?

The Professor saw her
for a follow-up appointment.

But there was no recurrence
of any symptoms.

Still, she invited you to her premiere?

She invited all of us,
a typically theatrical gesture.

Neumann couldn't make it
so I offered you his tickets.

You're telling me her blindness
was just psychological?

I believe it was caused
by something she witnessed.

Perhaps something connected to her murder.

Inspector Rheinhardt, what can you say?
No comment.

- Could you make a statement?
- Max?

- Can you comment?
- Oskar?

Is it a suicide? Inspector Rheinhardt.

What can we print?
- Gentlemen, please.

Let's see what Ida's apartment tells us.

She didn't sleep alone.

Someone was a little careless. Hofer...

So, she dined with someone...

Fraulein?

You purchased all of this yourself?

Apart from the wine, of course.

It was a gift.

She gets so many from admirers.

Who drank wine with Ida Rego?

Hmm, the other glass looks clean.

Now, you're sure you have everything?
- Yes, Mama, I'll be fine.

Now we will be back on...
- The 12th!

Better you have company while we're away.

Don't want you rattling around
that big house all alone.

Listen to them, they still talk to me
like I'm 12 years old!

And I don't want you teaching her
any nonsense, leading her astray.

I'm the youngest, I think she'll be
teaching me nonsense.

Now go, go, please, enjoy yourselves.

Goodbye, son.
- Goodbye, Papa.

Be good.
- Goodbye, sweetheart.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mama. Safe travels.

Goodbye, Leah.
- Bye, Papa.

Be good!
We will.

Oy vey.

Cocktails?
- Mmm.

Definitely the wine.

Are you sure?

Strong chemical traces.

Don't you think she would have noticed?

Arsenic has no discernible smell or taste.

Huh.

Her maid said that it was a gift.

Sent to her anonymously.

The poison could have been injected
through the cork.

So, it was coldly
and deliberately premeditated?

Well, whoever dined with her last night,
either they're already dead or...

they knew they shouldn't share
the contents.

Whoever it was, he's our killer,
if he's alive.

Inspector?

Badly bruised cheekbone.
She suffered a nasty blow.

Must have happened a few days ago.

You didn't notice it before?

It took me a while to find out.

The lady wore a lot of make-up.
Sorry, Doctor.

Unity for all the German-speaking people!

Unity now!
- Unity for all the German-speaking people!

Unity for all the German-speaking people!

Sixty years since the Revolution
and still we are forced to live alongside

the scum of the lower races!

Hey! What's the matter with you?

Don't you care
about this country, my friend?

Surprised you're still awake.

How are you settling in? Alright?

We, erm, we have a visitor, Max.

At this hour?

Uh, sorry. I won't disturb you both.

Actually, it's you I came to see.

I'll, erm, I'll leave you both to it.

Mm.

What went on at the salon last night?

Who's asking? My friend, or her editor?

I went there to get an interview
with the Fraulein and then...

You ended up with the story of her murder.

So, it's true. She was murdered.

There will be a statement by Leopoldstadt
police first thing in the morning.

But you can save me the bother
and share it with me now.

How did she die?

They suit you.

Oh, come on, Max.

Just a little hint.

All I get offered is trivial little pieces
in the gossip columns.

I really want this story.

Trouble does tend to follow you around.
- That's true enough.

What if...
I gave you something in return?

Such as?

They say she had a secret lover.

Oh, that's just gossip.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Someone with influence.

Someone important.

She was poisoned.

Arsenic.

But don't use my name
when you write it up.

What's your name?

Stefan, sir.
- Stefan.

And how long did you know the Fraulein?

Ever since she came to Vienna.

I was her assistant on the film set, sir.

Assistant?
What does that involve, then?

Fetching, carrying... running errands.

Hmm.

Anything?

No, sir.

You can leave now, thank you.

Yes, sir.

Assistant, you say.

You must have been close to her.

Did she have enemies?
- I wouldn't know, sir.

You must have observed her,
day to day.

Anyone hanging around here
at odd moments?

Hmm. No.

We're looking for a bag,
or a personal diary of Fraulein Rego.

Searched her apartment yesterday.

Couldn't find anything there either.

Her bag was stolen, a few days ago.

Stolen?

She was rather shaken by it.

"You will die screaming in agony,
the moment you appear on that screen."

She got these months ago.
Look at the date.

The same time she lost her sight.
This is it, Oskar. These are what she saw!

I still don't understand.

The human body can rebel
against significant trauma.

If we don't want to see something painful,
our eyesight can potentially vanish.

An acute nervous reaction.

This is why I wanted to talk with her,
consult with her.

Neumann just wanted a quick result.

But who would send her
something like this, Max?

There are always crazies.

I'm afraid it goes
with the job, Inspector.

The other side of hero-worship.
The dark side of idolatry.

Yes.

They hint at obsession. Madness.

A pathological hatred of her.

People look at the screen
and they project their own desires.

Maybe she reminded someone of a lover
who had spurned them.

Who knows?

Had there ever been any threat
to Ida's safety, Fraulein Koller?

Here, you will want to see this.

What was that?
- A mirror.

A lighting mirror,
somehow it came loose...

Is that usual?

Most unusual.
- And yet you didn't report it?

I didn't know about the letters.
I just assumed it was an accident.

We all did.

She wasn't hurt.
Just badly shaken by it.

Fraulein, what sort of person was Ida Rego?
I mean, was she someone

who inspired love amongst
those close to her?

You know about the camera, Doctor?

The camera adores you. It is a lover.

A slave.

You can ignore it, spurn it

mistreat it and still, it will worship you.

Ida Rego was a woman who lived
her short life in front of the camera

her most intimate friend.

She was addicted
to making people fall in love with her.

I'm not sure she had
the ability to reciprocate.

Oskar...

That's not Ida Rego.

Arianne Amsel?

Amsel was originally contracted to play
the lead in Queen of Carthage.

What happened?
Why did she leave?

Personal problems, that's what they say.

And they replaced her with Ida Rego?
- Three months ago.

That's when the letters began to arrive.

You think there's a connection?

You didn't realise,
you don't understand...

Fraulein Amsel...

Oskar Reinhardt,
Leopoldstadt police.

We need to ask you some questions.

You must have heard the news, Fraulein?
Ida Rego is dead.

I read about it.

You want me to rub ashes into my hair?
Knife myself in the bosom, like Juliet?

We're just asking because--

You want me to tell you, she was
a dear friend and a highly gifted actress.

She was neither of those, Inspector.

I'm sorry that
I'm unable to sugar-coat it.

You were supposed to play
Queen Dido in the film?

Ah. I see your line of reasoning.

You think that I was so consumed by hatred

that I slipped her the poison.

I just meant...

Who told you that I was hired for the job?

Someone working at the studios.

And did they tell you why I stepped aside?

They suggested there were problems
of a personal nature.

Of course.
All part of the Ida Rego legend.

Thrilling and engaging, no doubt,
but not a shred of truth in any of it.

Fraulein... please tell us what happened.

One day, I was working on set.

Next moment I was whisked out of costume.
No explanation given.

They simply told me that

I was being replaced
by a "fresher talent".

You must have done something?

What I did, Inspector,
was refuse to prostitute myself.

Find out who was financing the film.

Find out who had money in it.

I guarantee you,
Ida was a visitor in their bed.

That's the way she conducted business.

Do you have any idea
who might have sent...

these to Ida Rego?

Fraulein, what if someone outside
the studio knew you'd been let go?

Someone with a fanatical devotion to you.

I have many admirers, Inspector.

I do not know them all personally.

I can't explain.

I look at it each day.

I see it out of the corner of my eye.

It's always there, lurking beside me.

And yet I know for a fact it isn't mine.

Your hand?
- Yes.

May I?
- Yes.

What's happening, Doctor Liebermann?

The mind can play tricks on us,
Frau Buchberger.

It is a complex engine made of many parts

and some of them
are occasionally prone to...

malfunctioning.

Well, the nerve endings
in your fingers work perfectly.

They are not my fingers, Doctor.

It's not my hand!

Someone else has taken possession of it.

How can I make you understand?

I believe you.

At some point in your life,
your brain has made a miscalculation.

Oh.

It's simply a matter of re-educating it.

Is there a medicine that can do that?

Yes. It's called "talking".

Oh.

- May I?
- Of course, please.

Difficult morning?

You were right.

Sorry?

About...

Fraulein Rego.

She was more than just a set of symptoms.

That's what I came to tell you.

I should have realised.
I, I should have done something more.

Perhaps...

You feel my motives are shallow.

You think I'm only interested in results.
But you're wrong.

I'm a passionate healer, just like you.

Perhaps...

you would care to dine with me...

at my home?

So that we can work together better.

Thank you.

Oskar!

She's very fond of you.
She likes spending time with you.

We both do.

I wish I could be here more.

Oskar!
- I understand about your job, Oskar.

It's not just the job
that makes me seem distant.

There are things
you don't know about me.

About my family.

It's alright. There are things
you don't know about me too.

Let's take our time
getting to know each other.

We don't have to hurry, do we?

Look at him, Max.

What do you see?

Someone who felt
a deep connection to Amsel...

probably sexual.

Almost certainly unconsummated.

Most likely he's only
ever seen her at a distance.

He basks in her success.

But feels acute pain
at her failures so...

when a competitor
like Ida arrives... Well...

He feels compelled to destroy her.

Hmm.

Perhaps he sent her the poisoned wine?

His instincts are terrifying.

It's as though he felt
Amsel belonged to him.

Ah, Haussmann. Good.
- You wanted to see me?

How are things?

I beg your pardon?

How are you? How's your wife?

I'm not married, Inspector.

Oh, no. Of course. I knew that.

Anyone special in your life--
- For God's sake, Oskar, get to the point.

I was just being friendly.
- Ugh.

He needs a favour. That's what this is.

You need to run some surveillance.

See.

Surely, it's someone else's turn?

What about Hofer? He's keen.

I need my...

best officer. You.

Can I quote you on that?

Just tell him the subject.
- Arianne Amsel.

The actress?
- We think she has a dangerous admirer.

She claims to know nothing but,
whoever it is, he might be our killer.

Alright.
I'll see what I can discover, Inspector.

Good man.

No, I, I mean it.

There's one piece of the puzzle
we still don't have.

The man in her apartment.

He must have been there
when she ingested the poison.

What do we know about that man?

Well, he was her lover, no doubt.

The bed was slept in,
the maid was sent away for the evening.

He's cautious, discreet...
perhaps someone with a position.

I've been through the newspaper archives,
very fascinating.

Ah.

All these men!

It flatters them, having their picture taken
with a pretty young woman.

She had no shortage of admirers.

Koller said that Ida was addicted
to making people fall in love with her.

None of these are him, Oskar.
I told you, he wants to be invisible.

Alright, then. How about this one?

Who is Paul J. Adler?

An American Senator from Pennsylvania.

Alright. What do we know about him?

Says here he visits Vienna often.
Twice this year.

Independently wealthy.

From an old family.

An iron and steel magnate.

Newspaper says that they met this spring
at some sort of charity benefit.

Ida had so many admirers.
Why should we focus on this one?

Says here, he's a founder of the ATU.

The ATU.

The American Temperance Union?

Let me put it this way,
offer this gentleman a glass of wine

he would undoubtedly refuse.

Please, gentlemen, take a seat.

How can I help you?

You knew Fraulein Rego?

No, not really.

Oh, we met on one or two occasions.
You know Vienna.

May I ask...

why do you keep coming
to this city, why Vienna?

Ancestral voices calling me.

Your family are Austrian?

Like many thousands of my constituents.

Pennsylvania has
a strong Teutonic tradition.

The dead woman, Ida Rego,
she was very young, very glamorous.

What was it that drew you to her?

What exactly are you insinuating?

Did you ever dine together?

It's a calamity.

Heart-breaking.

Poor young woman.

She was so very gifted.

Her family has my deepest sympathies

but more than that, gentlemen,
I'm afraid I cannot help you.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Senator...

someone dined with Fraulein Rego...

the night that she died.

Someone whose identity she wished
to keep a closely guarded secret.

That's no concern of mine.

Do you drink, Herr Adler?

No. Never touch a drop.

Neither did whoever dined
with the Fraulein.

Luckily for them.

Why do you say that?

Well, the wine was poisoned.

Laced with arsenic.

And whoever dined with her,
they didn't drink it.

Maybe he knew what was in it.

Senator.

You think he's lying?

You think they were lovers?

I'm convinced
he was in that room with her.

The profile fits.

You saw him sweat
when you mentioned the poison?

Mmm.

What do you think he meant by
"ancestral voices"?

Goodnight, Hofer.

What the hell?

Inspector? I've been looking for you.

Oh, you.
Have you come to steal from me again?

I've got something you might like.

What will you pay me for some information?

Why should I be interested?
- I know about a crime.

I'll sell you what I know.

So, tell me then.

Show me the money first.
Or I'm not going to talk.

Don't waste my time.

You said he would pay!
You said he would help us!

Even at the age of two, everyone knew
he was destined to become a doctor.

How could you tell?
Was he born with a stethoscope?

My mother took him for an eye test--

Oh, not this story again!

Tell us! What happened?

The doctor sat him
in front of some pictures.

He's on my mother's knee,
the doctor gets an implement from his desk

and he points to the pictures
so Maxim can see.

So, the Doctor points
with his pointy thingy

at a picture of a dog. And he says,
"Tell me, young man, what is this?"

And without even blinking,
my two-year-old brother says

"It's a spatula!"
- "It's a spatula!"

Precocious. Even at the age of two!

It's very funny.
I'm so glad I invited you tonight.

She is so...

unlike you, your sister.

You should tell her that.
It'll make you enormously popular.

I've been meaning to ask you,
how's the investigation progressing?

About Ida Rego's murder.

I'm afraid there's very little I can say.

Oh, of course. I understand.

Professor.
- Enchanté.

It's funny.
- What?

I thought all psychiatrists
were oddballs and cranks.

They're not supposed to be so...

charming. Let alone...

attractive.

Hmm.

Listen, Torvald...

when a wife leaves her husband's house

I've heard that in the eyes of the law

he is freed from any duty towards her.

There, there's your ring back.

Give me mine.

Alright, let's end it there.

You've worked incredibly hard.
Let's call it a day.

I would like to try something alone.

I'll be just a moment, Andreas.

As you wish.

Lights off!

As I am now...

I can be nothing to them...

Andreas?

Are you still here?

Who's there?

I told you! I don't want you near me!

Thank you. You can go now.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Good night, Josef.

Oh, I forgot my gloves.
I'll just be a minute.

Stay!

Why were you there?

Why were you following her?

I just wanted...

I just wanted to be close to her.

So, you attacked her?

No, no. No, no.

It was...

It wasn't like that.

I panicked.

So, you wrote these letters...

to Ida Rego.

And you arranged a little accident,
on the film set.

And from mine ashes
let a conqueror rise

that may revenge--
Ida, Ida, stop. Stop.

No... Start again.

No, don't look in the camera.

And die.

I am sorry.

It was stupid.

Damn right that was stupid,
because Ida Rego now is dead!

I had nothing to do
with her death, I swear.

Really?
- Yes.

Convince me.

I just couldn't bear
to see Arianne humiliated.

But I didn't want to hurt Ida.
Not really. I just...

I just wanted Arianne reinstated.

You do believe me?

I believe Arianne Amsel
possesses that rare gift...

the ability to make people feel like
she is giving a performance just for them.

I believe you projected
your own deep needs and desires onto her.

Your need to be loved,
your need to be adored

by someone beautiful like her.

But it was an illusion, Stefan.

Sergeant?

We'll continue this later.

Definitely our man.

So, how long?

How long has he been pursuing you?

My officer said you were frightened.
You knew that someone was following you.

How long?

Ever since I lost the job.

You must have had some suspicions?

He had said things when we were working.

Things that seemed unbalanced.

I tried not to listen.

You could have come to us.

You could have led us to him.

It's not my fault!

You knew that he was obsessed, resentful.

You knew that Ida was brutally murdered!

So, what on earth were you waiting for?
Why didn't you come forward?

Perhaps, in some way

you felt responsible.

In some small way...

glad she was gone.

Guilt can be painful.

What do you think, Max?

I think something deeply dangerous
is happening here.

A woman stands in front of a camera
and she becomes an empty vessel.

People fill her with their dreams,
their fantasies.

Well, at least we have him
under lock and key.

Hm.

I know what you're going to say next.

Please...

He's not our killer, Oskar.

Not again, Max.

He wanted to scare Ida. Not destroy her.

You can't know that for sure.

What's more, you agree with me.

Think about it!
He needed Ida to back down.

He wanted Arianne
to have her moment of glory.

This is an act of worship.

He is a disciple, he's a devotee

a supplicant...
many things but he is not a murderer.

You saw what happened,
the accident he arranged.

There was never any chance
he would kill her.

It was a clumsy warning,
designed to scare her away.

Oskar, the film was already in the can
when she was poisoned.

He had nothing to gain.

It would've been too late.

Rheinhardt?

"Leopoldstadt police

investigating the murder
of Hungarian actress Ida Rego

interviewed American Senator Paul Adler
in connection with the case."

God...

"Evidence suggests that Adler
was in her salon the night she died."

I did not brief the press.

All I did was write his name in a file...

Adler is a very important man.

He enjoys rights as a diplomat.

If you had the slightest inkling
he was involved

you should have brought it straight to me

and I would have gone to the Minister!

That'll be the American Embassy
on the line.

Damn it!

Yes, Commissioner Von Bulow speaking.

Yes, I... Get out of here! Just get out!

Yes, of course, yes, I...
in front of me...

Yeah, I'm devastated, but he looks good
in the picture though, yes...

Must be someone in this office,
junior detective or a clerk.

Glanced at your files
and went to the newspaper?

Stop it, Max!

We both know who's responsible.

It's not just someone.

Who?

She had plenty of leads
from you in the past.

Clara?

You write about our cases
in your journals, don't you?

Can you be quite certain
that she hasn't seen them?

When was she last in your apartment?

What are you suggesting?

Spell it out to me in plain terms.

Alright.

You told me you were eager for a story.

And the police investigation has leaked.

Somehow, someone
got hold of the information.

And so you just assume
that I'm the one responsible?

Oskar's my friend, too.

Are you saying
we can't be friends anymore?

Inspector?

Fraulein.

What are you doing here so early?

Waving my career goodbye.

What?
- Nothing. How can I help you?

Well, I spent a good few hours
at the library, but finally I found it.

Found what?

The crest.

It's an old one.
Hasn't been used for decades.

The All-German movement.
The ultra-nationalists.

This is their emblem.

You think it could be Adler's?

He was rather shy about the reasons
he came to Vienna.

"Ancestral voices."

Sixty years ago... what happened here?

1848?
- Mm.

The Vienna uprising.

The Empire came close to collapse.

The students called it a revolution.
I'd rather call it a rebellion.

Unity for all the German-speaking people!

Opponents of the Austrian Empire

wanted to see all Slavs deported.

It was the start of
an ultra-nationalist movement

calling for a unification
of all German speakers.

You think that's why he came here?

I mean, you think

the All-German Movement has some
political demonstration planned?

And he's involved?

A man like Adler,
with an international reputation

making a case for German unification?

If he were to lend his support...

It would be a significant threat
to the monarchy.

What have we waded into, Max?

I told you both
I have nothing more to say.

The All-German Society of Vienna.

Makes interesting reading.

So, that's why
you've been coming to this city.

Apparently, you've been funding them.

I told you, Inspector...
thousands of my constituents are Austrian.

I have a duty to them. To their ancestors.

Austria must be protected
from the intruders!

So, you would stir up hatred,
incite a race war.

My family is Slovak, Senator.

Are you saying I don't belong here?

Perhaps your enemies,
whoever they are, just got lucky.

You were embroiled in a murder

and it's the perfect opportunity
to tarnish your reputation.

Tell us what's going on.

We keep on his tail, Max.

He's definitely involved somehow.

9am, he leaves the hotel.
He enters the embassy.

People to meet, documents to sign.

And guess what?
There's a constant shadow on him.

And on that day,
the anniversary of the uprising

their descendants shall gather

and tell the story
of how their ancestors were betrayed

by the sickening weakness of Austria!

Woo! Bravo!

At two, we have him addressing
a meeting of business owners.

Promoting All-German interests

calling for a boycott
of all Slavic businesses.

And every moment of the day,
he's under close surveillance.

They must be terrified of him.

"They"?

Whoever "they" may be.

The question is...

Did they kill Ida Rego
just to destroy him?

Commissioner...
I need your permission to dig deeper.

Things are delicate, Rheinhardt.

Everyone's eyes are on us.

The business with the Russians last year.

Our reputation hangs in the balance.

No.

My reputation.

What are you going to do next?

Find out who's behind it.

Find out who's trying to smear him.

Maybe that will lead us to our killer.

Very well.

You can go.

Good evening.

What is it? What's wrong?

Uh, nothing. Nothing at all.

The professor was just leaving.
He just stopped by to pay a call.

Forgive me, Max.
I'm due back at the hospital.

Fraulein Liebermann,
thank you for your hospitality.

I'll see you again soon, I hope.

Please don't get... how you get.

How I get?

Jealous. Stupid. Odd.

Jealous? Of whom?

Well, he's your colleague,
and he came to call on me.

Yes, apparently.

Also...
- Also what?

Well, he's invited me to dine.

You must be joking.

Well, he's courting me, Max.

It's the sort of thing men and women do
from time to time.

And I... want to know
if it's alright with you.

Would it matter if I said no?

No, but I'd still like your approval.

Call me old-fashioned.

I'm happy for you, Leah.

Mm. You certainly sound happy.

He is a decent and honourable man.

And it wouldn't bother you
just a little bit?

I'll try my best to get over it.

You've made life rather uncomfortable
for me here in Vienna...

but I don't want your blood
on my conscience.

Thank you, for coming to my aid.

Who was he?

You didn't recognise him?

Who do you think
my enemies are, Inspector?

They're people you might call colleagues.

The Viennese Secret Service.

Your Director of Internal Affairs
has had an agent permanently on my tail.

They've been looking
for any way to defame me.

And now, with that newspaper report

you've handed them
the opportunity on a plate.

But he attacked me.

He had no idea who you were.
Just a shadow.

You see now
why I don't wish to give you a statement?

Why I don't wish to co-operate?

As far as I'm concerned,
you are one of the enemy.

You think it was one of us?

Who?

You think I have a name?

Yeah, you were at her salon.
You're my best witness.

So, you wish for me to make a statement
and destroy my reputation.

A woman was murdered.

And what makes you so damned certain
I was even at the scene?

The evidence. The tie pin, the glass...

And you don't think
these things can be staged?

You don't think my enemies
are clever enough for that?

What?

Who was at the scene when you arrived?

Who had access to her salon?

Your colleagues, Inspector.

Officers of the Viennese Constabulary.

The blood. Your hand. I saw the cut.

I injured myself on a railing.

The cut was clearly visible to everyone.

Easy enough to spray blood around.

But the pin, the crest on it...

Stolen from me and planted in her apartment.

You look at me,
a man whose politics you revile

and you're eager to believe I'm guilty.

You've already made up your mind.

Can you prove beyond a shadow of a doubt

that you weren't at her salon?

I was here, in my suite.

With someone.

He will vouch for me.

Now...

does that satisfy you?

You know these men, Inspector

these men
at the top of the Secret Service.

Ask yourself...

how far would they go to destroy
an enemy's reputation?

We've been hoodwinked. The pair of us.

They played us like a cheap viola.

What happened to your...

The Ministry,
they wanted to destroy Adler

and chose us as their instrument.

Oskar, what are you telling me?

Someone goes to Ida's room
after her murder

and leaves us clues to find...

the unused glass, the tie pin.

So, who was with her?

Max. No one was with her.

She was all alone that night.

They put out a second plate and glass

they even ruffled the bed sheets,
just to lead us straight to him.

They fed us Adler
because they wanted him brought down.

He was never at that place,
and he can prove it.

We wanted him to be guilty.

We projected our own desires.

I see.

So...

you think the American
plays no part in this enquiry.

I thought that the evidence suggested--

The evidence is unreliable.
It's been manufactured.

I'll give a statement to the press,
clearing Herr Adler of any involvement.

Is that entirely wise, Rheinhardt?

It wouldn't look very good for us.

The truth is not a luxury, Chief Strasser.

What?

We don't know how she died.

We still don't know who is responsible,
but whoever it was

Adler's enemies seized the moment
to implicate him.

And you believe this man is innocent?

He's a danger to the monarchy!

Doesn't give us the right to charge him
for a murder he didn't commit.

Now, wait a minute--

Doesn't give the Austrian Secret Service
the right to plant clues to smear him.

He has a witness who claims
that he wasn't even there that night.

The Empire is under threat, Rheinhardt.

From men like Adler.

I know that you are a patriot.

I know that in your heart,
you're a true Austrian.

With all due respect,
I was asked to find Ida Rego's killer.

If someone in this service
manufactured evidence...

You have no proof...

to back up that allegation!

Isn't there any chance
that she was killed by someone here?

To smear him, to silence him.

No chance at all.

How can you be so certain?

Because she was our agent.

Ida Rego?

Merci beaucoup.

She was paid by the Ministry
to become intimate with the Senator...

to spend time with him

to report on his movements...

his contacts...

Paid?

You were the ones
who helped launch her career.

Young woman. Bright, attractive.

Everyone wants to be seen with her.

The senator enjoys her company.

He quickly takes a fancy to her.

So, we made an approach to her.

A deal was struck.

Keep a watch on Adler

tell us who he's financing

and in return, we help you
launch a career here at Koller Studios.

But then she died.

And you decided to capitalise on it.

Alter the plan, implicate him.

Make it look as if he was responsible.

I think this meeting is now at an end.

Mm.

Ah. What about her bag? Someone stole it.

Was there something in it
that linked her to you?

It wasn't us. We didn't take it.

She was the victim of a pickpocket,
we assume.

What the hell?
- Inspector...

And then this thief, this little pickpocket

said he had evidence of a crime.

You think he was talking about Ida's bag?

Mm-hmm. We need to find him, and quickly.

He must be here somewhere, Max.

Hey.

Wait! Wait!

Hey!

Wait. Wait. Wait.

I don't mean you any harm.

Sit. Please.

We really need to know
where your friend is.

He's not coming back.

What do you mean?

I mean he left me.

Abandoned me on the street.

He came into some money.

Where from?

Some bag he stole.

There were letters inside.

Valuable letters.

What were they?

Personal messages.

Declarations of love.

He said he was going to sell them
back to the writer.

And the next thing I knew

he's got hold of the money

sold them like he said... and he was gone.

Do you remember anything
about these letters?

They belonged to someone famous.

An actress.

Tell us everything. What was in them?

They were signed...

"The man who works miracles."

It's worth checking, Oskar.
- Mm.

Inspector?
- We need to see the film again.

There.

Are you alright?

I'm just terribly shaken... I...

There he is.

By her side that day.

Who is he?

The man who works miracles...

the man who cures blindness.

Oh, Max. It's you.

I wonder if I could talk to you,
Professor, in private.

Is it about your sister?

We're having dinner together.
I assumed you knew.

"The man who works miracles..."

That's what you called yourself,
in your letters.

I don't understand.

I think you do, Professor.

You had an affair with Ida Rego.

Your patient.

When did it start? After she came here?
After you... cured her?

What happened then?

You tried to break it off? But...

the lady wasn't used to being turned down.

And then... she told you

about the poison pen letters.

The hate mail from Amsel's fan.

And suddenly you had an idea...

and you sent her that wine, Professor.

Here you are.

In 35mm nitrate film.

Hugging her, kissing her.

Not her doctor...

her lover.

The pictures don't lie, Professor.

It was madness.

It must have been
a practised routine for her.

So many men must have fallen for it

so many were ensnared by her.

It was only a brief affair

but I knew it was injudicious.

I tried to break it off.

It's over!

I was worried about my position.

You struck her.

It wasn't love, whatever we had.

It was toxic, twisted...

perverted.

One moment we were consumed by passion
and the next...

by rage.

The threat to destroy my reputation...

You came to my home, Professor...

and you visited my sister.

Whatever you think of me, Max

I did genuinely like you.

And I had a real affection
for your sister.

The police are outside... Professor.

Professor Neumann!

Professor Neumann!

Max, stand aside.

Professor Neumann!

Professor...

So...

it was all an illusion.

Perhaps...

some of it.

I don't know.

If it's any consolation,
he fooled us both.

It's no consolation at all.

No. I didn't expect so.

I don't know what to feel, Max.

I suppose I should feel angry.

I do know what I feel.

I feel humiliated.

I feel used.

Yes.

It's Fraulein Weiss, sir.

Clara.

I'm very grateful for you coming over.

Well?

I know that you're very busy.

Just get on with it, Max.
What did you want to say to me?

Well, I had a message from the Inspector.

One of his junior detectives
has been disciplined

for stealing files
and leaking them to the press.

I see.

We know that you weren't involved.

Is that everything?

No. No, uh...

Just one more word...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I accused you.

It was inexcusable, and if there's...

anything I can do
to gain your forgiveness...

Dinner.

What?

Expensive.

Yes, right, of course--
- Wait. I haven't finished.

Opera tickets. Grand circle.

Very well.

There's more.

Right, how long is this list, Clara?

I want regular access
to all your murder cases.

You don't expect me
to agree to that, do you?

Let's just have that dinner first.

Is everything alright?
What's the matter?

Oskar, it's not really convenient.

What do you mean, not convenient?

I mean, you being here this evening.

I'm so sorry. But...

I heard a voice.

Oskar, this is my husband.

Oskar's here!
Are you coming in for supper?

Not today.

Come on, darling,
let me read you another story.

I didn't know he was back in Vienna.

I... told you there were things
you didn't know about me.

I'll be going then, I suppose.

If you don't mind.
I think it would be easier.

Freud tells us
the most dangerous mistake a person can make

is to project their own shadow
onto another human being.

To pretend they are an embodiment
of one's fantasy.

The route to happiness

is to accept people as they are

not as we wish them to be.

To see them in the clear light of day

and still love them.

That is the mark of a true friend.