Episode 4

PROFESSOR MATTHIAS: All killed by the same weapon - a long blade.

Any clients who came in regularly?

VON BULOW: One name keeps cropping up.

I found this.

The mood of the city is changing.

They'll hang you!

I need you to tell me what you saw.

Miss Lydgate.

Dr Liebermann.

Hello.

Look at the pattern of wounds.

Krull wasn't the killer.

Five people have been murdered.

Whoever commissioned this work, there's a chance he inspired the killer.

There's an exhibition of my work.

They will all be there.

"All"?

The Brotherhood of Primal Fire.

♪♪ ♪♪ He died in custody.

I saw the newspapers.

Well, you tried to help us.

Thank you.

I, er...

I wanted to ask you something.

Before you say anything, I need to make a little speech.

You and I have had a strange beginning.

Most people when they meet, they stand behind a veil of politeness.

They dance around each other, never saying what they mean.

You and I have never done that, just... ...force of circumstance.

So...

...I hope you'll forgive me for being blunt.

But then, blunt is the only language we have ever spoken, Doctor.

My life has been more settled of late.

Yes, I'm glad to hear it.

I was...

I was grateful to have the opportunity to work with you on your case.

But I think that's where our...acquaintance should end.

I don't think we should see each other again.

If I've offended you in some... No, Max.

I am trying to rebuild my life here in Vienna.

Don't you see?

After my illness and the article in the paper, the...scandal that surrounded it.

I didn't intend... You and I have only ever spoken the truth.

Good luck with your engagement.

(BELL TOLLS) (PRIEST MURMURS QUIETLY) (WOMAN SOBS) I was wrong.

And I'm sorry.

I never thought I'd bury my own child!

You don't know how that feels...!

Yes... VOICE BREAKING: Yes, I do.

-Ah, good evening.

-Good evening.

Welcome.

My pleasure.

I would be grateful if you could be discreet, Doctor.

Keep a muzzle on your inspector.

-Good evening, sir.

-Good evening.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-What for?

-For this.

For taking me out.

For reminding me.

Reminding you of what?

That we do know how to be happy.

Like something from a chocolate box.

Oh, of course.

They're not the modern taste.

You can't just make somebody look pretty and desirable.

Don't tell me, you like them.

Well, let me see if I can find one to hang above the mantelpiece in our new home.

Yes.

Max?

Isn't that your inspector?

Inspector Rheinhardt.

Doctor.

Oh, you remember my fiancee, Clara.

Fraulein.

You came to our engagement party.

Yes, thank you.

What are you doing here?

I thought Max was taking me out.

Er...

I didn't realize there were three of us.

That's going to make it awfully difficult when we choose dance partners.

Clara... You forgot to mention he was coming.

Well, never mind.

You forget so many things these days.

I'd be surprised if he shows up to the wedding.

Let me leave you boys alone.

Beautiful girl.

Energetic.

Wonderful humor.

I wonder what attracts her to you.

Yes, I've been starting to think the same thing.

Olbricht said they'd all be here.

The Brotherhood.

Let's get to work, Doctor.

Looks like it ought to be stuck inside a book of fairy tales.

You're not an admirer?

My uncle has no eye for art.

I come for the champagne.

Your uncle?

Yes.

Gustav von Triebenbach.

It's his champagne you're drinking.

-So, that's von Triebenbach?

-Yes.

He's our host.

Which rather begs the question - how did you get in here?

I'm a friend of the artist.

Ah.

Me, too.

Welcome.

I don't know your name.

Er, Max.

Max Liebermann.

Er, I didn't catch yours.

I didn't give it.

(WOMAN LAUGHS NEARBY) Now... ...that's art.

MAX: Sorry?

MAN: Her.

In gold.

Excuse me.

But I prefer... "Thou art fairer than the evening air "Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars."

How many times?

I beg your pardon?

Every gentleman in Vienna knows two lines of poetry by heart.

How many times have you used it this week?

How many girls are fairer than the evening air?

Ruprecht Hafner.

Clara Weiss.

Clad in the beauty of...?

What was it?

A thousand stars.

CLARA: Yes.

Is everything alright?

Of course.

It's von Triebenbach.

-Carnuntum.

-Yeah.

Carnuntum.

You know your history?

History?

No, I thought it was just a folk tale.

Ha.

The, er, tribesmen rise up, rid the land of the invaders.

No.

No, no, no, no.

You're an author.

I beg your pardon?

Isn't this your work?

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry.

You are mistaken.

Thank you.

OSKAR: One of them is responsible.

Max?

How was your evening?

Your friend, von Triebenbach... Mm-hm.

What about him?

He may not be as honorable as you imagine.

What on earth are you talking about?

That pamphlet he gave you...

He didn't find it by accident.

The Brotherhood of Primal Fire, I think he may be one of them.

MAN: I'm in a bedroom.

My parents' room.

The wardrobe looks like a mausoleum - dark, frightening.

The door begins to creak open.

A terrifying beast jumps out of it, like a wolf from a children's story.

And then another one jumps out right beside it.

Two wolves coming towards me, threatening to tear me to pieces.

Two ravenous beasts, writhing, trying to kill me.

MAX: The patient has a primal fear of sex, no doubt from something he witnessed as a child.

Two beasts.

The creatures in the wardrobe represent the bodies of his parents.

He saw them together.

And now he finds sex repulsive.

He's chosen to give his heart to a woman with whom he has no hope of ever becoming intimate.

Freud recommends a talking cure.

Ah!

Freud again!

The patient must re-live the memory.

Expressed emotions do not merely sink without a trace, Professor.

They bubble up to the surface.

I don't like your methods, Liebermann.

I've warned you, this is science, not fashion.

I'll take his case.

But, sir, I'm just making progress.

(HEAVY KNOCKING ON DOOR) Max, you're way too early.

You don't know how many doors I've knocked on in Vienna.

May I?

Yes, of course.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) There's something wrong.

Things will have to change, Rachel.

What things?

My new investment.

I may not be able to rely on it, after all.

Oh, no, what a pity!

That new outfit you had your eye on for winter, our spring holiday, those things may have to wait another year.

What's happened?

What's the matter?

Someone I've been courting as a friend...

...I no longer wish to be associated with.

We have everything we need... ...and we're strong as a family.

We don't need anyone.

All dressed up for someone.

We're going to the opera.

"We"?

So...

...I'll have to wait my turn, then.

"Turn" doesn't exactly sound respectful to a lady.

Whoever he is, he's become a bore, I can tell.

If you ever need cheering up, then I would be happy to entertain you... ...Fraulein.

(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) These are all political acts.

It's not the work of some lunatic.

Those women at the brothel were immigrants.

The poultry seller was Czech.

You see?

You're telling me that, from this moment, any immigrant in this city is under threat?

If we announce that fact, we will have public panic.

What is it?

There's some other connection, beside the runes.

I just can't see it yet.

I'm sorry.

Please... -...forgive me.

-Hm.

(HORSE WHINNIES OUTSIDE) (DOOR OPENS) (APPLAUSE FROM AUDITORIUM) Are you going to be angry all evening?

I think I should at least be permitted a pout, don't you?

(MUSIC: Overture to The Magic Flute by Mozart) CLARA: Excuse me.

Is your inspector joining us again?

(SINGS IN GERMAN) Max, what's the matter?

Max?

Come with me.

MAX: It begins like this.

The first image on stage is a snake.

The giant serpent, striking to kill the prince.

So?

What are you telling me?

Von Bulow's case.

The city zoo.

Someone broke into the reptile house and a snake was butchered, found hanging near Mozart's statue.

Next on stage, three women appear.

Mozart calls them the "servants of the Queen of the Night".

CLARA: Max, what are you talking about?

MAX: The women meet with Papageno, the bird-catcher.

OSKAR: The poultry seller!

Dear Christ...!

Monostatos is the next character on stage.

-MAX: The Moor.

-OSKAR: The African who died.

-It's not random.

-No.

He's re-enacting the opera?

You wanted to share my world, Clara.

MAX: The killer is preaching a political message, killing Africans and Czechs.

And it's all connected to the opera somehow.

That's absurd, young man.

(PAGES FLICK IN NEXT ROOM) Incredible!

Your emblem written in blood... ...beside these mutilated bodies.

"Consecrate our earth, "purify our blood."

I'm not responsible.

You are part of this Brotherhood.

Sir?

I found this.

HAFNER: These men are all patriots, Inspector.

They've done nothing illegal.

You can't lock a man up just for waving a banner.

Where were you last night?

Can you account for your movements?

I was with a lady.

Now, leave me alone.

You asked to see me again?

Our contract.

I'm cancelling it.

I'm sorry?

I've decided I don't want your investment.

What the hell are you talking about?

These people who you say are polluting the city, the workers from the East...

I have a responsibility to them.

They are my friends, as well as my colleagues.

Ah... Er... You're a Jew.

You're going to need people to support you.

I have just as many friends as I need.

(DOOR BELL RINGS) Nobody throws me out, Herr Liebermann.

Well, then, this has been a new experience for you.

(DOOR CLOSES) (MUSIC PLAYS: The Magic Flute) (CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY) What happened?

With the opera killer?

Yes.

We didn't make an arrest.

Don't concern yourself.

I want to concern myself.

Max, I knew what I was getting when I agreed to marry you.

I know the world you inhabit is dark and frightening.

And, still, I want to be a part of it.

So?

I know who's responsible for these murders, Clara.

But I just can't prove it.

Well, tell me, who is it?

Hafner.

The soldier.

You met him, actually, at the salon.

I have to go to the hospital.

Thank you for listening to me.

(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) Would you see that this is delivered to the barracks?

Thank you.

Herr Bieber?

Doctor.

You're leaving.

Yes, they say I'm well again.

Did he...

...Professor Gruner...

I mean, did he...?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) HERR BIEBER: He made me forget.

Yes.

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Please, come in.

I suppose you've got some more lines of poetry memorized.

Spent the whole afternoon in the library.

Hmm.

What do I get for my efforts?

What about some conversation?

What about none at all?

I was very delighted to get your letter.

I want to talk.

I want to get to know you better.

We're all alone.

I want to know all your secrets.

Max?

No.

Please, don't.

I just want to talk.

That's not what you really mean.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Little girls shouldn't tease if they're not going to play.

(FABRIC RIPS) -Shh, shh, shh... -(BELT CLATTERS) Don't struggle... -Get off!

-...or it'll hurt more.

Trust me, you'll like it, once you get past the shame!

-MAX: Clara!

-(DOOR RATTLES) Clara!

Clara!

(CRASHES) (CLARA SOBS) Well...

This must be a scene I recognize.

The impotent boyfriend, jealous that I got to touch what he didn't.

Seems you can't get enough of my company, Doctor.

Apparently, you want to make love to me more than to your little girlfriend.

No, you're not going anywhere!

God save us.

You're all the same.

Woman sits at home ignored.

As soon as a man comes sniffing round, suddenly you're flourishing.

Dawn.

Vienna Woods.

I'm so sorry, Clara.

-You have to arrest him.

-Arrest him?

He assaulted her!

Then it's his word against hers.

What, you don't believe me?

It doesn't matter what I believe.

She invited him into her home, Max.

We arrest him for putting his hands on her and he'll just walk out of here.

Her reputation will be tarnished forever and he will have a story to boast about to his comrades.

I have to get him to confess.

What are you talking about now?

Vienna Woods, dawn.

Meet me there.

You're going to fight a duel with him?

Well, that's ridiculous!

I'm not going to fight him!

I'll get him to admit the truth.

If he thinks I'm going to die, perhaps he'll confess to being the killer.

I'll need a second, of course.

It can't be you.

He knows you're a police officer.

No.

No!

You want me to...?

-What?

-Be a witness.

Hear his confession.

This is absurd.

Inspector Rheinhardt will be on hand.

But you can make the arrest.

You can have all the glory.

(CLEARS THROAT) I, er, don't trust von Bulow.

You should be there to step in.

I spend my life saving your skin.

Why should today be different?

(MOUTHS) (THUDDING) Do nothing until I say.

-Where is Rheinhardt?

-Nearby.

Shut up and keep walking.

I want to be the one to make the arrest.

You will.

Just wait for the confession.

Who is the offended party?

He struck me.

For unlacing the top two rows of a woman's corset.

In accordance with the established code, it is for you to confirm before these witnesses the terms of engagement.

Death.

Take your positions.

Stand back to back.

March 20 paces from the moment I raise my kerchief.

After 20 paces, you turn... ...and fire.

Gentlemen?

Anything to say before I blow your brains out?

Yes, I just wanted to congratulate you.

What?

The blood on the walls - you left a trail for us.

What?

Three women, the Czech, Papageno, Monostatos.

It's all very clever.

I don't understand.

I'm talking about Spittelberg.

You think I'm responsible for that?

Begin!

Don't be so modest.

Enjoy the adulation.

You wanted an audience.

Well, here I am.

Why not confess to me now?!

I'll never be able to tell a soul!

I'm not a murderer!

I'm an officer in the Dragoons!

Gentlemen, stop!

The rules are quite clear.

-You are accusing me?

-Begin again!

We know a Dragoon visited the brothel the day they died.

So?

So what?

Gentlemen!

We know a soldier was in that room.

We all go there.

I've been there many times.

A friend took me.

Doesn't make me a killer.

"A friend"?

What friend?

Tell me his name.

What friend?!

MAX: I'm a friend of the artist.

HAFNER: Me, too.

What are you doing?

Stop!

Pick it up!

Dr Liebermann!

What did he say?

Pick it up!

Inspector!

Can I make my arrest now?

Oskar!

Oskar!

Oskar!

I haven't seem him.

He didn't come in this morning.

Sarastro.

What?

The character in the opera, the one who brings him to trial.

Oskar is Sarastro!

That's why he left the runes.

He wanted us to follow him.

He needed a policeman to be the next victim.

He was casting the villain!

(GRUNTS) (ORCHESTRA WARMS UP FAINTLY) Is anybody out there?

Can you hear...?

(GROANS) Olbricht!

Olbricht!

Andreas?

Is that you?

We're the police.

Where is he?

Where is your son?

It's you.

You're the woman in the paintings.

(APPLAUSE FROM AUDITORIUM) (MUSIC BEGINS) Ah.

Overture.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) Olbricht!

Get out of here!

I will maim him.

I will kill him.

Leave.

-What?

-It's alright, leave.

I'm not with the police.

-I'm a doctor.

-Get out.

Out!

This music...

The opera... Tell me what happened.

What happened?

Your mother... ...she's the one in the paintings.

Something happened to her when you were a boy.

You saw it.

Something happened in your family home.

Who was he?

A soldier.

Vermin.

He attacked her.

You witnessed it.

You were so young.

I hid my eyes.

You could still hear it, the music.

the opera - this opera.

The Magic Flute.

It was playing whilst he raped your mother.

He was a monster.

Held a sabre to her face.

You think if you can kill the characters in that opera, kill the characters from your childhood, then the screaming will stop.

I always have it in my head.

I know.

Every day, I have the voices... ...the hell in that room.

I have to be a hero, a soldier.

But you're just a boy trying to kill his nightmares.

It is me!

It is me!

I am Tamino!

(CREAKING) (SINGER BEGINS TO SING ON STAGE) I am the prince.

(GRUNTS) (SPLUTTERS) -(WOMAN SHRIEKS) -(MUSIC STOPS) (ALL MURMUR) (GROANS) (LAUGHTER) (APPLAUSE) (FOOTSTEPS) It's all over now.

I thought you were going to die.

I just wanted to help you.

You were brave.

Clara, thank you...

I can be even braver.

Who is she, Max?

I know there's someone.

You think I'm not clever enough.

You always have!

Don't... Clara, please.

But I'm clever enough to know that we're deceiving ourselves... ...and I'm brave enough to end this marriage.

Certainly braver than you are.

Just tell me who she is.

Do you love her?!

I don't even know myself.

So, I know more than the doctor?

Please, Clara...

I'd prefer it if you go now.

Get out!

MAX: If love is just a state of madness, then perhaps it can be cured.

But where does the madness begin and end?

Where does the border lie between love and obsession?

♪♪ MAN 1: Inspector.

REINHARDT: A boy died.

MAX: They found his body in the river.

Dear God.

MAN 2: Drowned.

Lungs flooded with water.

MAX: It wasn't an accident.

There's something evil in this institution, a ritual passed between the generations.

[WOMAN SCREAMS] REINHARDT: What would make him do something like that to himself?

BOY: I'm sorry!

MAX: Clara and I are no longer engaged.

I'm in love with you.

REINHARDT: He was being hunted.

MAX: We've stumbled into a murder investigation.

Welcome to the case, inspector.