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MAX: How many thousands of years has man been living an illusion?

We live in a world of dreams,

a powerful hallucination.

We turn our backs on the sensory world

into which we have been born

and choose, instead, to live in a fantasy.

A fantasy we call "religion".

Get him.

Catch the Jew. Come on.

THEY PANT

Get him.

HE GRUNTS, MOANS Argh!

Ugh! Ah!

Jew boy. Argh!

Oh!

Hey, you! Get away from there!

I'll call the police.

HE GROANS

What have they done to you?

PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Strobl, have you met my son, Max?

How do you do? How do you do?

Strobl is the society's patron.

Ah, of course. You are the psychoanalyst.

Excuse me.

Oh, good evening. I'm so glad that you...

Everyone still says it like it's a term of abuse. What?

The P word.

Last year, it wasn't in their vocabulary.

Most of them still have trouble pronouncing it.

I still don't understand why you wanted to accompany me.

What is it Freud says about religion?

He calls it infantile. Mm. Exactly.

Why would religious relics be of interest to you?

Good evening, Max. Good evening, Herr Liebermann.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Historical Society Lecture,

generously funded by my good friend Tobias Strobl.

APPLAUSE

Tobias has been my closest friend

and my mentor for many years.

And I'm deeply indebted to him for supporting my private research.

APPLAUSE

Now, I am delighted to introduce our speaker for this evening.

Brother Stanislav from Heiligenkron Abbey.

Brother Stanislav is renowned in Vienna for his brilliant,

scholarly articles.

And he's here to talk to us all

about the monastery's great store of religious artefacts.

He's a bigot.

A dangerous fanatic.

The only thing that comes out of his pen is pure poison.

You wrote an article in a Catholic newspaper.

Do you deny it?

No, indeed. Why, should I?

Your writing is filth.

Your mind is filth.

You shouldn't be granted a platform anywhere in this city.

You would deny our guest the chance to speak?

I'd deny anyone the opportunity to stir up hatred.

Vienna has always been a place of tolerance.

Read what he's written.

This man is a dangerous zealot.

How have I offended you, brother?

I'm not your brother.

I'm a Jew.

You quoted the Church Fathers in your article.

"The synagogue

"is a temple of demons, a criminal assembly."

Perhaps we could deal

with this matter privately, gentlemen.

Yesterday, in Leopoldstadt, a young Jewish boy was beaten.

The exact same reference was scrawled on the wall beside him.

"Demon."

I hold you responsible.

HE SCOFFS

What have you got to say?

"You do deny the Son of God.

"How long, poor wretches, will ye not believe the truth?"

What?

"You are the assassins of Christ,

"a den of thieves, a dwelling of iniquity.

"A refuge of devils."

You know the sermons?

Very well.

Let me quote the Torah back to you.

"Thou...

"shall pelt him with stones..."

Oh.

"and he shall die.

"For he sought to make you stray from the Lord, your God."

AUDIENCE EXCLAIM, SCREAM

Ladies and gentlemen, please. Please.

HE SIGHS

Still awake, darling?

How was it? The lecture?

Not quite what we were expecting. Oh?

There was a slight altercation.

At the Historical Society?

I thought it was all stuffy old men looking at statues of nudes.

Well, anyway, goodnight.

Goodnight.

You want a brandy, Max?

Erm, no, thank you. I think I'll just go...

Sorry about this evening. Sure?

Odd chap, that heckler in the crowd.

I know him from the Shul. He's one of Korngold's brothers.

Isaak.

If what he said about that monk is true,

then I think he left with his pride intact.

Not sure the same can be said for you and me.

Goodnight.

Night.

MALE VOICES SING A HYMN

THEY CONTINUE SINGING

CLATTERING

Who is it?

Brother.

Are you hurt?

Stanislav.

Dear God in Heaven. HE SHUDDERS

HOOVES CLOP

Haussmann. Inspector.

His name is Brother Stanislav, a young monk.

He's been savagely beaten.

The monk who found him says he hardly recognised him.

This is the Abbot.

Inspector Rheinhardt, Leopoldstadt Police.

Father Abbot.

Inspector,

"The Lord our God will inflict His curses upon us."

Eternal rest to him, O Lord.

He was severely beaten with something.

There is no weapon here, Inspector.

This is the sacristy, where we keep our sacred treasures.

Who has access to this room?

Who has the key?

I do.

Brother Killian is the Chamberlain.

Brother Stanislav had a key also.

He was in charge of this collection.

No-one was allowed to view it without his supervision.

We need a postmortem.

You can't take his body.

I have to insist.

I'm afraid we have very strict rules here.

He must be laid out and prayers must be spoken.

Please.

Wake Dr Jaeger. Get him over here.

Did you know Stanislav well, Brother...?

David.

Ever since he came here,

we took our vows at about the same time.

Tell me, did he have enemies?

The teachings of Christ are open to different interpretations.

That wasn't what I asked.

Brother Stanislav had some...

..contentious views on the messages of Scripture.

And that made him unpopular?

I was asleep.

Dr Jaeger,

this is Brother David, the infirmarian.

You're not permitted to take the body,

but at least you can have a look at him.

I'd say this man was beaten to death with stones.

A martyr's death. What?

St Stephen,

the first Christian martyr...

..died by stoning.

Any idea who did this?

None of the brethren are capable of such...

..brutality, Inspector.

There must have been an intruder.

Have any of the doors been broken down?

Maybe someone climbed the wall, found an open window.

I need to tell them.

What?

What is it?

There was an altercation.

What?

Brother Stanislav was threatened.

A week ago, he reported it to me.

And you never thought of calling the police?

We didn't take it seriously.

Father Abbot, who threatened him?

I need a name.

RAIN PATTERS

Three hours.

Oh, no. Was it agony? Yes.

Three hours I had to be apart from you.

My bad work was punishing me.

Inspector Rheinhardt.

What are you doing here?

Sorry to disturb you, Fraulein Weiss.

I'm looking for Herr Korngold.

I'm Jonas Korngold.

Ah, it's Isaak Korngold I want.

You're looking for me, Inspector.

Isaak Korngold,

you're under arrest, Leopoldstadt Police.

Is this about that monk?

You're arresting me for breaking a picture?

No, for murder.

Brother Stanislav has been killed.

This...this is insane. I...I didn't kill him!

No, no, no, no, there must be a misunderstanding. Let me go.

Let me go. No, no, please. Isaak...Isaak!

Take your hands off him. Forgive me, Fraulein.

Must be a misunderstanding.

Tell me about Brother Stanislav.

Do you know him?

I've met him. Where?

The Historical Society.

A week ago, I went there to talk to him.

Talk? Really?

We have witnesses who say different.

He's a dangerous fanatic. Hm.

He was preaching violence.

So, you went there to threaten him.

Where were you last night, around midnight?

I was at home.

Any witnesses?

No.

Brother Stanislav was discovered this morning,

battered by heavy stones.

Fractured skull, fractured limbs.

"Shall pelt him with stones and he shall die."

Was that what you meant when you threatened him with stoning?

AUDIENCE EXCLAIMS

You're a suspect in a murder enquiry.

You need to get yourself a lawyer.

HE SCOFFS

"They threw Daniel in the lion's den.

"And the King said....

"..'May the God that you serve come and rescue you.'"

FOOTSTEPS

Inspector.

I demand you let me see him.

Your brother has been arrested for murder.

Your demands mean nothing.

Frauline.

In a week then, Herr Schwarz.

Clara?

Max.

Oh, please come in.

Beautiful offices you've got.

I see you've done well for yourself.

I would have been the wife of a successful doctor.

Instead you're going to be the wife of a successful banker.

SHE SCOFFS You say it like

they're easily interchangeable.

How are you keep...? I'm sorry to... Sorry. You go first.

No. Please. No, you. No.

Please, have a seat.

I'm sorry. It must be awkward, seeing me again.

I see you often.

I meant it's awkward for us to be alone.

I had hoped that, eventually, we could be friends.

I need your friendship more than ever today, Max.

Jonas's brother is in trouble.

They arrested him for murder.

What? Jonas and I were turned away from the police station.

They're refusing to release him.

They say he murdered a monk.

The allegation is ridiculous.

He's from a respectable family.

And they're going to be my family soon.

And how can I help, Clara?

Go and see Inspector Rheinhardt.

And say what exactly?

Ask to meet with Isaak.

If you're any good at this psychology,

you'll see at once that he can't possibly have done it.

I'm sorry.

I am getting married in a few weeks.

Did you know?

Jonas is heartbroken.

He doesn't say as much, but it's obvious.

Please help me bring his brother home.

TYPEWRITER CLACKS

The answer is no.

You don't know what the question is yet. Oh, sorry, my mistake.

I thought you were about to plead with me

to release that fellow from your synagogue.

BOTH SIGH

Max, it's a straightforward murder case.

There is no puzzle for you to solve.

At least let me talk to him?

That's usually when things start to unravel.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Herr Korngold.

We don't really know each other. I'm Max Liebermann.

I know who you are.

You were engaged to Clara Weiss.

Clara came to visit me.

She thought perhaps I could help you. May I?

You know what they're accusing me of?

I swear to you I didn't kill him.

He was preaching hatred.

Yes, I was at that lecture too.

I heard you threaten him.

A young boy was beaten...

..a child that I taught at Hebrew school.

Stanislav was responsible for stirring up that hatred.

I couldn't just do nothing.

You don't understand, do you?

You don't care about our religion.

It's true, I have no love for religion,

particularly when it stirs men to acts of hatred and cruelty.

I'm going to plead my own case.

I'm going to stand up in court

and denounce Stanislav for what he was.

I know some people here - perhaps I can help.

I don't want help.

And you,

you don't owe me anything.

No.

But I do owe Clara.

Perhaps this is how I can atone.

He threatened Stanislav in public.

A few days later, the monk ends up dead,

exactly the way Korngold predicted.

He has no alibi, defence.

What?

He made that threat in front of dozens of witnesses.

You really think if he planned to kill him,

he would have issued a public declaration first?

This is not a psychology lesson. MAX SCOFFS

He's a deeply pious man, Oskar.

He's devout.

It's unlikely he's a killer.

History is full of religious men

raising their hands against each other. Oskar!

You expect me just to release him based on your recommendation?

You have to be sure. What?

I have to be sure.

Please. Go back to the monastery.

Begin an investigation.

Oh, Max. Oh, really?

BELLS RING

The police are here again.

They're riding up to the gates.

What are you going to tell them?

They're not priests.

We don't need to unburden our souls to them.

Stay silent.

DOORBELL RINGS

Open up. I need to visit the murder scene.

Let me in, Father. I must insist.

I understand you already have a suspect in custody.

The investigation is just beginning.

We need to garner all the evidence.

I'm very sorry, Inspector.

I can no longer permit you to enter.

What? The sacristy is our holy place.

The laws of man have no meaning,

not before the laws of God.

I can't have you trespassing further... Father Abbot...

The Vienna police have been barred from our gates.

None of you are permitted to speak with them

or discuss this matter further.

A suspect is in custody.

There is nothing to be gained from intruding on our peace.

Is that clear?

Max.

Clara's told us everything. Have you been to the police?

Yes. I spoke with Inspector Rheinhardt.

And?

What happened?

The investigation is ongoing.

What does that mean?

It means I told them Isaak isn't responsible.

Of course he isn't. And so?

Are they going to release him?

The investigation is ongoing.

What's he meant to do?

Just sit in a prison cell?

Surely you could have done more?

Leah.

You're very kind, Max. Thank you.

Yes, perhaps you should go home.

Get some rest.

I'll telephone as soon as I hear anything.

And good luck with your plans for the wedding.

Er, goodbye, darling.

We're all praying for his safe return.

Max.

Have you seen this?

That family's reputation is going to suffer.

Korngolds used to be one of the finest companies in Vienna.

Used to be?

Mark my words, people will begin to withdraw their capital.

Clara's future may be over before it's begun.

You still feel responsible for her.

Apparently, you have a suspect downstairs.

Yes, we're still not ready to charge him.

The murder of a monk,

it would be good to have a result fast.

Yes, of course, sir. But... But?

Rheinhardt...

..you're still in the doghouse after that mess with the Russians.

The evidence is all circumstantial.

We have nothing to put him at the scene.

The city demands justice.

Don't drag your feet.

Herr Inspector. Haussmann, can't you see I'm...?

There's something going on -

something I can't explain.

The Abbot has issued a decree,

he spoke to all the brethren today.

He has sworn us to silence over the death

of Brother Stanislav.

It is as if... As if there is a secret.

Yes.

But I don't understand what he's trying to keep hidden.

Truth is not a luxury, Inspector.

Truth must be at the heart of our daily ministry.

And so you came to me?

How long have you known Stanislav?

Ever since he took holy orders.

Did you like him?

He was...

..he was very...devout.

Everyone keeps avoiding my questions when I ask about him.

I am the chamberlain.

I make sure that the brethren have clean bedding

and clean clothes.

That is my mission.

What was Stanislav's mission?

HE WHISPERS He taught that the enemies of Christ

should be struck down.

He was an extremist. Misguided, I believe.

But his murder is still a sin.

So, how may I be of service?

I need access to the monastery.

I'm sorry, that's not possible.

HE CRUNCHES

HE EXHALES HEAVILY

Only the chapel and confessionals are open.

The sacristy has been sealed.

And what are you going to do?

I applied to a Judge for a legal order...

..but that could take weeks.

Surely they have members of the order visiting

from time to time?

I suppose.

Well, what if someone were to pose as one of the brethren?

HE CHUCKLES

You want me to dress up Haussmann in a cassock and surplice?

No.

No. No.

Oskar, listen, at school,

I used to go to chapel with the other boys. So?

Well, I didn't want to seem different,

so I used to pretend that I was Catholic.

I've said the Latin catechism.

For God's sake, someone has to get inside.

You want to go undercover into a monastery?

Yes.

What about your practice, your patients?

They're not exactly queuing up at the door.

Oskar, contact Killian.

Ask him to help us.

Persuade him to vouch for me somehow.

Please, Oskar.

This may be our only chance to help Korngold.

I owe it to Clara.

A conference? Mm.

A symposium up in the mountains, near Semmering.

Well, how long will you be gone?

A couple of days.

Poor Clara.

And you said you would help her.

This does seem awfully callous, you going now.

But I thought...

I mean, you said... I'm sorry.

I thought we were going to the opera?

Forgive me.

What is it that's so urgent all of a sudden?

Er...

..if I gave you a reason now, I'd be lying.

Please don't ask me. What's going on, Max?

You plead with me for weeks and months to go out with you,

and when I finally agree, you change your mind.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

DOORBELL RINGS

Brother Maxwell, welcome.

Brother Killian, my dear friend.

Brother Maxwell of Oxford, Father.

We made a pilgrimage together, some years ago.

Welcome to our monastery, Brother.

MONKS SING IN THE DISTANCE

Next door.

Sadly, one of our brothers passed.

That was his room.

I trust you'll be content here.

Yes, indeed. Thank you sir...Father.

You're here from...Oxford?

Yes, on my way to Assisi. The pilgrim trail, Father.

Where did you train in Oxford?

Some years since I was there.

Burford Priory,

far outside the city, tiny place.

I doubt you would know it.

No.

Indeed.

This is for you, Brother.

LOCK CLICKS

Just a moment Herr Strobl. I'll tell him you're here.

Yes, thank you.

I understand your reservations, but, please...

Please. HE SIGHS

Very well. I'll have your account transferred.

Good day.

Someone to see you.

Oh, well,

I have all the time in the world, it seems.

Another client cancelling his account.

No-one wants to do business with us.

Who's here?

Herr Strobl.

Herr Strobl?

Tobias.

Jonas, my dear friend,

I feel so sorry for what's happened to your family.

How's your brother?

Well, I wish it were me instead of him.

Yeah. I hear rumours.

Business is suffering?

Well, it's Vienna. Rumours can kill a man.

No-one wants to be linked to a scandal.

Please.

Isaak is innocent, of course.

Of course.

But the stain can't easily be washed from us.

So, how can I help you, Tobias?

Jonas, we've been friends for such a long time.

And I've come here to help you if I can.

That is very kind of you.

But of course. Thank you.

HE WHISPERS Brother Maxwell?

You need to get into the sacristy?

They're all in the refectory.

Come with me. Quickly.

Here.

Has the room been cleaned?

No.

Well, he didn't die here.

I saw his body, right here.

There are no blood traces.

You batter a man with heavy stones,

the skin punctures,

there's a great deal of trauma.

There would be blood spray everywhere.

Is there any other way into the sacristy?

No, only through the chapel.

No blood there either.

Someone smuggled his body into here.

I need to find out where he was murdered.

ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

HE PANTS

FOOTSTEPS

MONKS SING INSIDE THE CHAPEL

SINGING CONTINUES

BELLS RING

Brother David?

Yes?

Brother Maxwell.

From Oxford?

I heard you were here.

Everyone is talking.

I...wondered if I could have a herbal remedy.

My joints are sore. It's a long journey.

Of course. Give me a moment.

I'll find you something.

I heard you lost one of the brethren.

Oh, stupid.

Brother Stanislav, our Sacrist.

He was attacked. Right here in the monastery.

Everyone is still rather...

..shaken up about it.

No-one knows how it happened or who the killer is.

I wonder...

..may I be permitted to say a prayer for him?

Perhaps offer a blessing.

What was he like?

Were you close to him?

These men are my family, my brothers.

Even Stanislav?

They say he was an extremist.

I gave him the same care I would give to any of the others.

He was sick last winter,

took to his bed with fever.

I worked hard to banish the sickness.

The fever clung on for weeks.

What are those scratches?

Is there any reason he would be outside,

beyond the walls?

CAWING

THUNDER RUMBLES

THUNDER RUMBLES LOUDLY

RAIN PATTERS

DOOR BANGS SHUT

Well? How's the new outfit?

Bit scratchy on the backside?

Did you come here just to taunt me,

or do you want to learn what I've found out?

No reason we can't do both. Oskar.

Sorry.

Sorry. He didn't die in the sacristy.

He was killed in the parkland.

What makes you think so? I've seen the blood.

This rain may have washed away the evidence.

Wait for me at the entrance. I'll show you.

Why go to the trouble of dragging the body back inside?

I know, it's odd.

Nobody saw his body being moved.

The gates are sealed at night.

There's no blood on any of the floors.

It's like a magic trick.

We need a map,

a detailed plan of the monastery.

There must be another way in.

Catacombs,

burial chambers.

Something else, Oskar. Something more significant.

What?

A man leaves the safety of the monastery walls...

..and walks willingly to his death.

What does that tell you about his state of mind

when he came out here?

You obviously want to answer your own question.

I've known you long enough, Max.

He was meeting someone he knew.

Someone he thought was a friend.

Then it's not Isaak Korngold.

No. It's not.

HE SIGHS

What's that?

Look.

I can't read it.

Enemy. It says the word, "Enemy."

In which language?

Hebrew.

Saskia. Frauline Weiss.

Jonas.

What's happening? Why is everyone leaving?

Things are moving fast, Clara. I can't afford to keep them.

Is it really that bad?

"Killing a man in holy orders".

The bank is mired in scandal. Nobody wants to do business with us.

Max can be very helpful, talking to the police for us.

I am very grateful to him

but I don't want to drag anyone down with us.

What? What is it?

I remember...

..not so long ago, Max was drowning in a scandal of his own

and I was less than generous.

Maybe I deserve what's happening to me.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Herr Korngold?

What? He's here.

Show him to the boardroom, would you, Saskia?

Somebody made me an offer to buy the business.

You're not thinking of selling up?

Why didn't you talk to me first?

Forgive me intruding again, Brother.

You want something from the infirmary?

Actually I... I wanted to talk to you.

I'm curious, did Stanislav have enemies?

"Blessed are you when men revile you."

Stanislav was different from the others.

Different how?

He had a very rare gift.

A gift?

I am a healer, Brother.

I use God's blessings to minister to the sick.

When Stanislav was at death's door last winter,

I tried to save him but I failed.

Then, how did he recover from his sickness?

I am unable to explain it.

Stanislav believed that he was touched by a power

that came directly from heaven.

A power?

The Sacristy.

He believed there was power there

greater than you or I could ever imagine.

I grind herbs to make medicine, but it's no miracle.

You're saying Stanislav was touched by a miracle?

Jesus was led into the wilderness and tempted.

The devil, dressed in his finery, said, "Show me a miracle."

Excuse me, Brother.

A magic trick?

The body was somehow smuggled down into the sacristy.

I need architectural plans. Do you maybe...?

I don't have those sorts of records in the archives.

What about the city museum? Department of Iconography.

Of course.

200 years old, designed by Hildebrandt,

this is a plan of the building that houses all the icons.

There must be a way inside that we don't know about.

Churches are some of the richest institutions in the Empire.

Heiligenkron Abbey has many priceless treasures in its vaults.

Believe me, it's impregnable.

You knew Brother Stanislav?

A little.

I invited him to talk to the historical society.

His views were extreme, to say the least.

Do you think he was a man who made a lot of enemies?

Are you a Catholic, Inspector?

Lapsed.

Religion is less and less fashionable, it seems.

I spent my life studying religious icons,

but most of them no longer have any real potency.

Stanislav was a man of deep and unshakeable faith.

It's bound to have made him unpopular in a world

filled only with rationalists.

There's something here.

A sacristy was sometimes designed with a watching chamber,

a secret room to keep watch over the treasures.

A watching chamber?

Hmm. Only the Sacrist would know about it.

It wouldn't be in the architectural plans.

It would just be a secret passed down between the generations.

It's not much to go on but it's the best that I can do.

I'll visit The Sacristy again.

I have something for you.

Stanislav burned some papers. This is all that was left,

this bit of gilding.

Hmm, from a letterhead?

He kept all his correspondence. Why burn that one?

You need to find the owner of that crest.

What are you doing? Why are you following me?

I'm sorry, I...

It was you? I heard you pacing outside my room.

What are you trying to find??

He asked me to watch out for you. Who? Who asked you?

Your friend, Inspector Rheinhardt.

He said you often get into trouble.

He mentioned something about the Ferris wheel.

KNOCKING

Mm-hm?

Ah, Rheinhardt.

You wanted to see me, sir?

The Korngold business has been sold to new owners.

Yes, I read about it.

Well, I have just been contacted by them.

They discovered this.

In their private papers - a document in Hebrew.

I've had an expert translate it.

"Yimakh shemo".

A Hebrew curse.

Recognise the name that follows?

Stanislav.

It was hidden in their private safe,

evidence of some ancient Jewish ritual.

We have to charge Korngold at once.

What's the matter, Rheinhardt? You're not convinced?

There is some kind of conspiracy at the monastery.

What?

I sent someone in,

undercover, disguised as one of the brethren.

Who's the officer?

Dr Liebermann.

Liebermann.

He was willing to assist.

And you let him?

Sir...

A Jew in a monastery.

A personal friend of the accused.

What if the papers got a hold of this?

Commissioner.

You're a fool, Rheinhardt.

They're all bound to stick together.

They? How can we trust a word that Liebermann says

when the accused is another Jew?

What is it you're looking for this time?

The answer to a riddle.

We don't have much time.

HE KNOCKS

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Maybe nothing.

Dear God in heaven. Look at the blood.

Stanislav's final journey.

You didn't know this place existed?

No.

Two lines in the dust.

The body was dragged by someone.

Mystery solved. No magic trick.

We've found it, Oskar. We've found the blood trail.

Brother, will you hear my confession?

Oh, sorry. Forgive me. But...

Dominus noster Jesus Christus te.

KNOCKING

We found it, Oskar, we found the blood trail.

The footprints in the dust lead only one way.

Whoever dragged his body stayed within these walls.

You're telling me it was one of the Brethren?

And I think I know who, Oskar.

WHISPERS: Brother, I need to talk to you.

Not now. Not here.

I believe Stanislav's body was dragged into the sacristy.

Perhaps by the same man who attacked him.

You can't believe that I'm responsible...

Or perhaps by someone who discovered him hurt,

and believed a miracle might cure him.

You told me it was a place of miracles.

Meet me in the infirmary, after nightfall.

Oremus.

HE SINGS IN LATIN

You were right, Miss Lydgate.

A watching chamber, built right under the monastery.

Extraordinary.

Someone dragged him back inside.

We suspect the Infirmarian knows more than he's telling.

Murder! Murder!

PANICKED BREATHING

Another corpse.

You can no longer bar me from your doors, Father.

Multiple stab wounds.

Rather unusual weapon.

Saint Cassian.

Another martyr's death.

What happened? Who discovered him?

He was found by Brother Maxwell here.

Perhaps Brother Maxwell and I can speak in private.

Excuse us, please.

Brother Maxwell.

Do you think David was involved?

I think David dragged the body back inside.

Into the sacristy, hoping for a miracle.

Stanislav believed that place had special powers.

And I think David had begun to believe it too.

Oskar, I've been so stupid.

He tried to tell me what he had witnessed.

The devil, dressed in his finery, said, "Show me a miracle."

He saw someone in the park that night. He saw the killer.

Have you examined the gilding? Yeah.

And? No match as yet. Why?

Someone wrote to Stanislav.

A letter he subsequently burned.

Why write to a Sacrist?

Someone wanted access to one of the treasures inside.

There's something in that vault that has the power to make men kill.

We need to find what's missing.

Inspector? I think you need to see this.

So you want to go on a damn treasure hunt?

Stanislav had access to the vaults. That might be a motive for murder.

We already have our motive.

Sir? The curse.

Korngold's hatred of the monk.

It all adds up - the ritualistic murders.

Christian martyrs killed by their enemies.

The Hebrew runes left by their bodies.

It's some sort of Jewish ritual.

Isaak Korngold is behind bars, sir.

He couldn't possibly have done the second murder.

He had an accomplice.

Someone else returned to kill the witness.

Dr Liebermann believes...

Liebermann was in the monastery.

He must be considered a suspect.

And the warrant to search the sacristy?

If one of the treasures has been stolen,

we'll look like fools if we missed it.

I need the help of experts.

We're going into the vault.

What are you trying to find, Inspector?

A miracle.

Where's Max?

He didn't tell you where he was going?

A woman in the monastery - you are permitted in very few places.

I assume this is just a hobby.

Otherwise you and I won't have much of a future.

Extraordinary.

These treasures shouldn't be locked up here in the dark.

They belong in a museum.

You're seriously expecting the Catholic Church

to surrender all its secrets?

So nothing is missing? Everything as it should be?

Here's something.

The lock is scratched. It's been opened recently.

Sanguis et aqua.

Blood and water.

Miss Lydgate. Hmm?

Do you mind?

Thank you.

Please be careful with it.

Nothing mentioned in the inventory? No.

So, something obviously has been taken.

Do you know what it is?

I do.

I recognise the impression.

Look, here.

No, it can't be.

The holy lance,

the lance that pierced the skin of Christ, hidden here in the sacristy.

Is it believable?

There are scores of such relics all over the world.

I'm not convinced by its authenticity.

It would most likely be a fake one.

It doesn't matter if it's real or not.

All that matters is what people believe.

That's what gives it its power.

If someone thought it was here and if they thought it was real,

what would they do to gain possession of it?

We found our motive.

Gilded letterhead.

Someone wrote to Stanislav,

eager to see this relic. He smuggled it out to show them.

Jesus tempted in the wilderness. But he made a grave mistake.

Yes, he was killed, and the relic was stolen.

We have our answer, Oskar.

I think it's time we went to confession.

ORGAN PLAYS

Father, my name is Liebermann.

Max Liebermann.

Is this some sort of trick?

Dr Liebermann was sent here under the supervision of

the Leopoldstadt police.

Thank you.

Brother, you vouched for him personally.

Yes, but I was eager to find Stanislav's killer.

I helped Brother Maxwell live here among us.

You don't need to call me Brother any more.

Oh, I think I might use it in the foreseeable future.

You brought an impostor into God's house.

I was determined to find the truth, Father. Stanislav deserved no less.

You have disobeyed me.

You have disobeyed your vow.

Yes. And I truly beg your forgiveness.

We need to know about the lance, Father.

The holy lance that pierced the flesh of Christ.

The monastery was in possession of it.

You've kept it a secret all this time.

Who knew that it was here, other than you and Stanislav?

You don't understand, Inspector. There are hundreds,

thousands of so-called religious artefacts.

Bones claiming to be the fingers of our Lord.

Wood from the cross, nails that pierced his skin.

All over the world, people's faith is being exploited by charlatans.

You don't believe in its power?

Unusual, for an Abbot.

Its power is to make innocent men into fools.

Worshipping false idols.

So you ordered it to be hidden.

And you prevented us from

investigating a murder within these walls.

I knew you had someone in custody.

I thought that it was over.

I never dreamed that the killer was still out there.

Stanislav didn't agree with your appraisal.

He fell ill, some months ago.

Brother David was unable to help him. And then...

..Stanislav went into the sacristy one night and...

MAX: Was apparently healed by a miracle.

After he was cured, he was convinced of its authenticity.

He preached about the miracle to everyone that would listen.

Some of the Brethren were persuaded. Even David.

But not you, Father.

I...

I ordered it to remain locked away.

I didn't want this sepulchre turned into a circus.

He disobeyed you, broke his vows...

..shared the secret with someone on the outside.

That's why Stanislav was killed.

He left himself vulnerable to someone else's greed.

That relic has a power...

..yes...

..but not for good.

Sir.

What have you got for me?

May I? Yimakh shemo.

The Jewish curse found at Korngold's office.

What if it wasn't real?

What if it was all fabricated?

There's dozens of cases in history

of Jews being wrongfully accused.

It's called a blood libel.

Jews falsely charged with murdering Christians,

unjustly executed.

Medieval crimes that have been stage-managed,

just to frame someone.

Look at the evidence.

So you think our killer is a historian?

This dagger's a fake.

A good one, though.

How can you be sure?

Very few layers of dirt and corrosion.

I'll write to the museum in Graz and tell them.

Well done, Miss Lydgate.

What's on your mind, Max?

I'm thinking about the profile of the killer.

Someone naive enough to believe in the power of miracles?

Someone who, in this cold, rational world still clings on to

the notion that God is mightier than man.

Oh, I'm late.

I promised Amelia I'd take her out tonight.

My penance for taking holy vows. She's very punctual.

Forgive me, Oskar. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Brother Maxwell.

BELL RINGS

Ladies and gentlemen, the museum is closing.

Please make your way to the entrance, the museum is closing.

Ow.

What's this?

Something very precious to me, Miss Lydgate.

Sorry, the museum is closed.

It's only two minutes past.

No, no, no. Well, I'm here for Miss Lydgate.

The museum is closed. Try the staff entrance.

You want to know what I'm planning for you?

"Is he mad enough to kill me?"

I suppose there is a kind of madness that took hold of me.

The holy lance that pierced the skin of Christ.

The spear of destiny

that brought forth blood and water.

Modern science is a terrible scourge.

We have become a nation of rationalists.

I've devoted my entire life to

the study of religious relics, always hoping, always wanting

to believe that they were more than just folk tales

and fairy stories.

And then I met the monk Stanislav.

He swore to me he had found a true miracle.

I wrote to him, asking to see it.

I tell you...

..I was powerless in its presence.

I had to possess it.

I suppose you can call it a kind of religious fervour.

Is it madness?

Dr Liebermann would doubtless have a name for it.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I pushed him.

He tripped.

It happened in a moment.

And now I...

..I had no choice but to run away.

Now you know.

Perhaps, before I do,

together we could find out the truth.

Can we turn our backs

on a chance to witness a miracle, Miss Lydgate?

When I cut your flesh, then holy water will spring forth.

MUFFLED SCREAM

Priel. Get away from her.

Don't touch it. Don't you dare touch it!

Max, I'm fine. Get him. Go after him.

Priel.

I didn't mean to kill him, I swear.

And Brother David?

I'm not responsible for that.

I absolved myself. I confessed my sin.

To whom? Who did you tell, Professor?

Professor?

No!

HE SCREAMS

Priel told someone else about what happened with Stanislav.

Someone else is...

You're not telling me we've got the wrong man?

Someone else is involved, Oskar.

Who else benefitted?

Who had an opportunity to leave the Hebrew letters?

If you thought you'd killed someone, who would you tell?

A mentor?

A friend?

David told me who he saw that night.

The devil dressed in finery.

Oskar, only one person had the opportunity

to plant that curse in Korngold's office.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Gentlemen? How can I help you?

Good evening, Herr Strobl.

Good evening.

You've taken over the business here?

Yes. I'm now the major shareholder.

It's a pity the Korngold brothers' reputation must suffer,

but I was able to take on their debts.

You mean you've capitalised on their losses.

Why not? This is business.

He came to you, didn't he?

Excuse me?

Priel.

He came to you as his patron,

as his closest friend.

When he thought he'd killed the monk.

He came to you that very same night and confessed it all.

That it was so easy for you.

You remembered the threat Isaak Korngold had made,

and in that moment, you conceived of a plan.

To make it look as if Korngold was responsible,

instead of your friend.

What did you do?

Go back to the parkland, take a stone and make it look

exactly like the stoning.

that Korngold threatened to inflict on him?

You scratched the Hebrew letters into the rock

to lead us straight to Korngold.

And of course, you let your good friend Priel believe he was

the killer. But you finished Stanislav off,

just so you could lay your hands on this business.

And of course, you were told there had been a witness.

You knew you had to act.

Good evening, Brother David.

This is absurd.

You have no proof of any of this.

We have the document you forged, the blood libel.

And we have a scientist who can extract evidence

of the author from any parchment.

You tried to stab me - all right.

Your hat.

Inspector.

I'm sorry to intrude, Max.

I shouldn't really be here.

No, it's fine. I was just on my way out.

I'm meeting someone for dinner.

I won't keep you a moment. I just, I...

Isaak was released from custody today.

My carriage just seemed to steer its way over here.

I had to see you alone one last time.

I...

Um...

There's no need to thank me.

I was happy to do it.

Well, not happy...

Jonas doesn't know I'm here.

And he wouldn't have wanted me to come.

Drive.