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Touch me.

Her underwear
was on the floor beside her.

Looks like she had intercourse.

Hm, no signs that she was raped.

How did she die?

When the head
is tilted forward

there's a tiny aperture
giving access to the brain stem.

Someone who knew
what they were doing.

The night that Adele died.
I think I might have
seen something.

I should go to the police.

What if you're mistaken?

There's another victim
somewhere.

There it is.

Puncture wound
to the back of the head.

Poor girl.
She was so sweet-natured.

They were both poor,
rather lonely, needy.

What's the connection?

What if we play his game?

Encourage him
to keep making contact?

I could make you into a goddess.

-You touch my head,
get off me!
-Be quiet!

You stink!
Let me go! I want to go
home now! Let me go!

All the herrings wanted me
to eat them.
I didn't even swallow,

I just put it in my mouth
for a moment!

I said enough!

Inspector...

Ah, hello again.

Therese Thanhofer.

We met before.
Fraulein Brunner's apartment.

Of course. Of course.
Please come in Frau Thanhofer.

Do you have any
further information for us?

I'm sorry.

Well, er,

have a seat.

-Uh... Can I?
-Haas. Our landlord.

I don't know
what you said to him.

I heard you having an argument.

Forgive me.
Sometimes I can be a little
blunt.

I've come here to say...

thank you.

Oh?

The apartments
have been swept.

We've had builders
in to fix the roof.

We've even had
a visit from the rat-catcher.

A gift.

For you.

Hmm.

I'd be glad to accept that, erm?

-Therese.
-Therese.

Oskar.

I'll be sure to come
and call next time
I need someone threatened.

Oskar.

-Interesting piece
in the newspaper, sir.
-Yes, thank you, Elena.

What time's luncheon?
I've got back-to-back
patients this afternoon.

Erm,
it's ready now. Oh, and the
gentleman he left, sir.

Gentleman?

He said he had an appointment.

Hmm, there was
no appointment.
Who was he?

He didn't give a name.
He knocked at the door.
I had my hands full.

-What did he look like?
-I didn't see his face.

But, erm...

he left something for you.

Thank you.

He's obsessed
by beauty and he wishes

to preserve it like pinning
a butterfly to a board.

So, he knows
where you live, Max?

Hmm. He's like a hound,
a hunting dog,
bringing gifts to its master,

begging for his approval.

I'll put a police guard
on this building.
He's bound to come back.

This is exactly
what we wanted! We wanted him
to let his guard down.

Yes.

So? What's troubling you?

What's troubling me
is your excitement!

Do you really have
to put that thing up there,
on display?

-He's really got to you,
hasn't he?
-Yes. I admit it.

He repels me.
Why don't you feel the same way?

You keep telling me you're eager
to get closer to him.

But when that happens, I will be
the one who has to protect you.

So, I'm sorry
but we are not going to be able
to print your article.

Not going to print it?

I'm sorry.

But you said that...

I know and you can keep
the money. But...

all this scandal
at Modesalon Vogl--

Look... people want to know
about the crime story
not just "fashion gossip".

This was my first piece.

And you write very well.
I'm sorry.

I know Max Liebermann.

We were close once.

Do you want me
to go after the crime story?

Yes! Yes!

So, you've come for a story.

He knows that I know you.

He wants details of the case.

Yes, well, I'm sorry,
Clara, but I can't help.

You gave an interview
to another paper.

Yes. Well, that...
was different,
it wasn't the same.

I think I can be good at this.
I'm smart. I can write.

The only thing that's missing
is good contacts.

Oh, so that's what
I've become, is it?

Don't you think
that maybe I can be
helpful to you?

I know the fashion world.

And you have to admit,
it's completely alien to you!

These women:
all poor, all lonely.

They willingly
let him into their lives.

He gave them something.
Fulfilled their dreams.

Seems to me you need
a woman's perspective.

Why can't we share information?

I'll tell you what I've learned
at the salon

and you let me
into your investigation.

What do you think?

I can't be your passport
to a new life, Clara.

-I wondered...
-What?

I wondered
if you'd come in and sleep
with me tonight.

It's been such a long time.
I thought that you
no longer wanted...

It's just...
with everything.

With poor Adele dying.

I'd like to feel safe.
Just for one night.

Ah...

Of course.

It hardly seems possible.

All those years ago
since I first
held him in my arms.

Well, I can't believe
it's the same little boy,

who was running around,
tormenting his sister.

Throwing fish balls at her.

I, I remember that!

Here he is now.
Successful Doctor,
private practice and now

a published author
into the bargain.
We're so proud.

Congratulations!
To Max, my splendid son.

To Max!

To Mama!

Well, you got off lightly.

She didn't even mention
that you were short of a wife.

I was braised for it.

Thank you, Elena.

Well, I must say...
I'm impressed.

It's a very comfortable place
you have here.

Yes. It'll be nice
when it's decorated.

Decorated?
What's wrong with it?

Nah, bit sparse--
Thank you.

Reminds me of my
chiropodist's surgery.

My mother's chinoiserie
would look lovely
on that sideboard.

Would you like it, Max?

No. Thank you.
I don't want clutter.

It's hardly clutter.
It's expensive.

Not quite the fashion
though mama, is it?

Of course if Klimt
had made it...

Ah, well, that would be
another story altogether, ey?

Mm.

Who shall I say is calling?

-Telephone, sir.
-Yes, who is it?

Wouldn't give a name.

Ah.

-This is good.
-Mm, delicious.

-I wonder if it's
a man or a woman?
-Mendel...

Or could it be Amelia?

-Max Liebermann.
-Doctor Liebermann.

I sent you a gift.
Did you receive it?

Yes, thank you.

I don't need to ask
if you understood
its significance.

I did... yes.

Do you think
the apartment comes
with the policeman outside?

-Should we get one?
-Oh, definitely!

You want me to understand you.

That's why you've contacted me.

You're a connoisseur of minds.

I imagine that mine

would merit detailed
examination.

Do you think
he'll come back to the table?

Sshh.
He's probably working.

What? On the telephone?
That's odd, isn't it?

I have read your book.
You said

'Beauty can be
the source of an addiction.'

Death excites you, doesn't it?

Death is a sublime experience.

Tell me about
your first taste of it.

I remember...
seeing a young girl
in her coffin.

She was so peaceful,
so beautiful, like she had
been kissed by angels...

You want to preserve
these women at their moment
of greatest splendor.

Fulfill their
dreams of beauty...

make the dream go on forever.

Max, the food's getting cold.
Why don't you leave that?

I needed someone
to appreciate my work.

You think I admire what you do?

I'm a true artist.
I paint in death.

Soon there will be
another work of art.

Tell me
how you're choosing them.

Max!? Aren't you
coming back to the table?

What did he sound like?

Young. I mean
the voice wasn't old. Educated.

You're certain that it was him?

Oh, yes. He didn't sound manic,
rather charming,
rather... reasonable.

So, you got what you wanted.

You even started
to kindle a relationship.

Let's see if you can
write his story before
I put some lead in him.

Don't joke about it, Oskar.

I wasn't kidding.

So, you have an admirer too?

And a good deal
less sinister than yours.

-Hmm.
-Hm.

The neighbor
from the apartment block.

Apparently, things improved.

And she brought
you some... cake?

Yes, she did.
Baked it herself.

Hmm, that's very interesting.

What?

Hmm? The jam.
It's, er, unusually thick.

Don't tell me.

You're making a psychological
profile of a cake.

Judging by the sweetness
I'd say she's...

head-over-heels
in love with you.

Do let me know if you want
any further analysis.
Free of charge, of course.

Go. Get your own cake!

-There's someone there.
-What? Where?

Someone was watching me.
Through the skylight. I saw him.

Alright. Here...

You wait here! Stay there.

-Be careful! Please!
-Wait.

The skylight was open.

But whoever was out there,
he's gone.

I saw him...
I swear, I swear.

You do believe me, don't you?
Please tell me
that you believe me.

I'd better check upstairs,

check if Selma's alright.

Stay!

Selma?

Oh, my God.

My wife said
she saw someone,
climbing across the skylight.

She's downstairs.
She, she's in shock.
I, I'd better go to her.

Same method.
Exact same pattern.

Did she have intercourse before?

Semen stains
on her legs. And...

she's been beaten
by a blunt instrument.

Maybe this one
changed her mind.

Didn't want
to go through with it.

Maybe he knocked her out
to pacify her?

It doesn't quite fit,
Oskar.

It's not his fantasy.

He wouldn't want
to force himself upon her.

He'd want her
to submit, willingly.

Well, maybe she fell.

Could the bruising
have been post-mortem?

No.

Why come back here?

What is it about this Modesalon?

-Inspector...
-Haussmann?

I, I think I saw him, Inspector.

I think I saw her killer.

What?

I woke during the night
and I went downstairs
to the kitchen.

And in the study I glimpsed
what I assumed was a mannequin.

-But maybe...
-Go on.

Now I know
there was an intruder...

Maybe I saw him. Her killer.
But I can't be sure.

What did he look like?

I think he was
wearing a mask.

Yeah, no, I'm sure
he was wearing a mask.

-And you saw him again?
-Yes. Through the skylight.

Frau Vogl, I'm a doctor.
I can recognize
certain symptoms in you:

constriction of the pupils,
dysphoria--

I suffer terrible pains,
Doctor Liebermann.

-My husband, he prescribed--
-Prescribes you laudanum.

You've suffered
hallucinations as a result
of the quantities you've taken.

Yes.

You understand
the pressure of my business?

The constant need
to summon up new ideas...

This is why you were initially
reluctant to come forward.
Why you doubt yourself?

Heinz, my,
my husband, he explained
that there was a chance,

a chance that
I was mistaken...

Never mind
what your husband says.

Valentin saw him exactly
the way you described him.

-And you saw him twice.
-Yes.

Trust yourself.

-Did you notice the bed?
-Hm?

She sleeps alone,

they have separate bedrooms.

I see,
So there goes his alibi.

There's something
about this photographer,
Rainmayr.

I swear I recognize
him from somewhere...

Very nice...

-Fraulein?
-Inspector. Forgive me.

Is everything alright?

I wondered if I could beg
a moment of your time?

Please...

You said you were trying
to find some connection
between the women.

The first two victims.

Yes. What have you found?

Maybe nothing.

I took this...

off the body of Adele Zeiler.

No relatives,
so no one's come to claim it.

I ran a few extra tests.

Oh?

It's definitely silver.

Odd, don't you think?
A poor girl like that

able to afford
expensive jewelery?
Must be secondhand.

How can you be sure?

There was an inscription
inside but...

it's been removed.

Er, forgive me, Fraulein,

but how exactly
does this help us?

A poor girl buys herself
a piece of second-hand
jewelery.

What does that tell us?

I took this...

off the body
of Mathilda Brunner.

All the original markings
have been filed off as well.

Oh...

There's a second-hand jewelery
market, near the Prater.

Oh, my God.

This is our connection.

You recognise these?

The inscriptions
have been filed off them.

Like the others
on your stall here.

So what?
People prefer it.

Leopoldstadt Police.

It's not illegal selling
second-hand jewelery.

Do you remember anything
about the women who bought them?

Could be any one
of a thousand women.

People pick up
antiques on the cheap.

Has anyone been
hanging around?

Perhaps chatting
to the women who come here?

Hey, I mind my own business.

Listen.
Three women are dead,
brutally murdered.

All we know they
have in common is that two
of them came here to your stall

and purchased rings from you.

Look, I don't know anything.

Tell us about the rings.
How do you come by them?

-Someone brings them to me.
-Someone?

I don't know his name.
We split the money.

And where
does he acquire them?

The stall owner
told us someone brings
them to him to sell.

A man who works for
a Funeral Director. 'Schopp'.

Inspector,
this is preposterous!

Not at all.
It makes perfect sense.

Someone here has decided
to make some money on the side,

selling jewelery
stolen from corpses.

Look, I refuse to believe that--

We're not here
to investigate the thefts,
Herr Schopp.

That's not our concern.

He started hanging
around the jewelery stall.
Meeting women.

Women,
who then became murder victims.

A man obsessed
by the nature of death,

the nature of beauty.
He calls himself an artist.

Who paints the corpses here?

Where is Sprenger?
These gentlemen need to see him.

I let him go early.

He was dressed up smart.
Looked like he had a date.

-Hey! What the hell?
-When was he last here?

-Who?
-Don't play games
with me!

He hangs around here
to meet women, after he's sold
you the stolen pieces.

The woman!
The last woman he spoke to?

She's a waitress
at the Tavern,
The Bacchus Tavern.

They'll have an address for her.

Here you are.
My handsome prince.

Get away from her!

Doctor Liebermann.
I've been waiting such a long
time to talk to you in person.

A shame it couldn't be
under more salubrious
circumstances, Herr Sprenger.

You understand, don't you?

I'm no monster.
It's a gift I'm giving them.

Those three women
aren't beautiful, Sprenger.

They're food for worms now.

You're going to pay
for what you've done to them.

Go! Go, go, Max!

Markus Sprenger?

Worked as an embalmer.
Schopp and Sons.

And er,
how did you track him down?

How... how did you find him?

He was careless.
Making money on the side,

stealing jewelery from corpses.

Oh. Interesting.

Sold the jewelery to a dealer
in The Market Place

and then watched the stall.

Some of the girls
bought rings from there.
That's how he found them.

Well, well, congratulations.

Excellent result.

We shall
call a press conference.
So, where is he?

Oh, no, oh, no,
please, please don't tell me...

Elena? I need you to run
an urgent errand for me.

These need to be
delivered to the hospital.

Tonight. And tell the officer
on the door he can leave.

-Sir, I...
-It's fine. Trust me.

Doctor.

Herr Sprenger.
Good evening.

Did you know
that I would visit you?

I thought perhaps you might.

I've... sent my housekeeper
away.

Cleared my schedule.

So,

when did it begin?

This... compulsion?

I want to understand you.

Tell me everything.

I suppose when I was a boy.
Thirteen years old.

A girl that I loved,
she was taken from me suddenly.

And how
did that child become a killer?

-Mathilda.
-The first victim?

And you met her
at the jewelery stall
by the Prater?

Her face...
she was so like her...

like my angel who died.

And then
after you killed her...

you got a taste for it?

You said, "three victims."
When we met before.

It wasn't three.
I came back here
to tell you that, Doctor.

Mathilda, Adele, Selma.

I don't know her.

Selma. Who is she?

Are you saying
you didn't kill her?

No, you have made a mistake.

The method of murder
was exactly the same.

Someone
is walking in my shadow.

Someone climbing
on my shoulders!
Using my reputation!

You're quite certain
the killer has copied you?

To me, death is art.

I won't have some amateur
soiling my name.

I see.

So, that's why
you've come here tonight.

You are my messenger.

You will proclaim
what I have done
in your next book.

I want you to tell the world
I had nothing to do
with this final murder.

Will you do that?

I will not be
a part of your plan.

What?

I cannot deny that...
you fascinate me.

But I will not participate
in your game.

But you are the only one
who truly understands me.

Those women died,
Herr Sprenger.

Their lives cut
tragically short by you.

I cannot tell the world
you are anything
other than a murderer.

There is no glory
in what you do.

Do you know what this is?

They use it in a mortuary.

-Herr Sprenger...
-I imagined meeting you.

I didn't imagine
it would go this way.

What are you waiting for!?

Put down the knife,
Herr Sprenger.

You don't think there's any art
in what I'm doing?

Then the session's over!

How long
were you planning to wait?

I thought
you found him fascinating.

You told me, you found peering
into his mind captivating.

I was just giving you
a chance for further study.

There's not much studying
I can do now,
there's a bullet in his brain.

You heard what he said.

One murder, unsolved.

This isn't over.

Selma was beaten senseless,
remember? That's what
was different about her.

Whoever killed her,
they felt the need
to pacify her.

Also,
there was no ring here.

What is it?

Silver emulsion.
Someone burnt a photograph.

Hmm. The photographer,
Rainmayr.

I know where I've seen
him before, Max. Come.

We want to know
about Selma.

I didn't know her that well.

I found traces
of silver emulsion in her room.

A burnt photograph.

You and me. We've met before...
Five years ago.

Thank you, you can go.

Ladies.

You were dealing
in pornographic pictures.

You look fancier now,
you changed your name,
but I know you.

You want me to get
a warrant to search your home?

What pictures would
we find hidden away there?

Hmm, so why
the burned photograph?

People pay well
for the stuff I provide.

Respectable people.
People in business.
Even some policemen.

Who was in it?
Was it Selma?

Who, then?

Come forward!

I took her picture once.

-Long time ago. But...
-What?

We, we were laughing.
Selma and me.

We got drunk
in her room one night.
And that's when I told her.

What?

Someone who posed
for me in the past.
I had the old photograph.

I showed it to her.
Selma couldn't believe it.

Herr Rainmayr,
who was in the image?

I need to know about 'masks'.

-What?
-As a fashion accessory.

Wait a minute?
What is it that
you want from me?

I want your help, Clara.

I thought you had
washed your hands of me.

You were right
what you said before.

Fashion is not my world.
You know more
about it than I do.

Exactly.

This is important, Clara.

I'm offering to let you
in on a crime story.

Marcus Sprenger
was killed last night

whilst we were
trying to apprehend him.

So... it's over.

So, it would appear.
We just came here to inform you.

Thank you, Inspector.

But, before we leave,
would it be possible

to take one last look
at the antique dresses?

You see my family
is in the fabric business.

I'd love a chance to examine
the collection.

Of course.

Be careful.
It's very delicate.

There are no masks
in your collection?

I, erm--

I believe they were used.
To provoke sexual desire.

What's all this about, Doctor?

You weren't always quite
so successful, were you?

Your life was once
a great deal harder.

The painting of Aschenputtel.

The girl in rags
who becomes a princess.

That's you, isn't it?

That's your story.

I suppose.
I've worked my way up.
Certainly, I've been lucky.

Not all the time.

Ludo Rainmayr photographed you.

You posed naked for him
when you were younger

and he kept the image of you.

No! That's absurd!

What happened
after Selma took the photo?

Did she try to
sell it back to you?

The Mistress, for whom
she'd acted as a drudge?

Kristina,

what is this all about?

I swear I don't know!

Rainmayr told us.

You gave him a job
just to buy his silence.

But he was indiscreet.
He told Selma.

He showed her the photograph
and she took it.

And that's the reason
she's dead now.

You told me it was your mission
to emancipate women.

That these dresses
were a reminder

of the suffering women endured
in the name of fashion.

Where's the mask?

We can tear
the place apart to find it.

Women used to paint
their faces in lead white,

ended up with poison
in their bloodstream.

They put drops
of Belladonna in their eyes,

just to make them sparkle
and ended up blind.

This mask is just
another one of life's
cruel tortures,

the painful price of beauty.

Rich women wore it to shield
their faces from the sun...

simply to have pale skin.

You claimed you saw
Adele's killer wearing the mask.

Later you gave us a description
of Selma's killer. You saw him,
through the skylight.

But it was all a sham.

You wore the mask
that night. You killed Selma.

And Valentin saw you.

You just wanted
us all to believe

that the same person
perpetrated all three murders.

She was a disgusting leech.

I should have fired her.

She was useless, lazy.

Tell us what happened?

She got hold
of the photograph, yes.

Something I'd done years ago.

Another lifetime.
Before all this.

Before everything.
She taunted me with it.

So, you paid her?
But it was never enough.

I thought she would leave me
in peace but...

she hated me so much

she said she was
going to leak it to the press,
to... destroy me.

How did you fake
the sexual liaison?

Kristina, please...

Heinz, my love...

Please tell me what...

what's going on?

Frau Vogl, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Selma Wirth.

Fraulein Weiss, sir.

Max, I've brought you something.

-Congratulations, Clara.
-Thank you.

I hope this is going
to be the beginning
of a partnership.

I thought
you might want this back?

Er, thank you.

Come in and have some supper.

My daughter, Hannah.
This is Inspector Rheinhardt.

Er, Oskar.

You're not bothered
by children, I hope.

No.
I'm not bothered by children.

I'm just in the kitchen.
Hannah, be good
for the gentleman.

She likes stories,
if you wanted
to make yourself popular?

Well, erm...

This is a story
about a poor little girl
who became a princess...

"Once upon a time,
in a land far, far away,

there was a kingdom..."