Original subtitles

OSKAR: And what's your field of study, Dr Liebermann?

The human brain.

Woman murdered in Leopoldstadt.

Shot through the heart at close range.

PROFESSOR MATTHAIS: There is no bullet!

We are victims of a hoax.

CLARA: Prove to me

that I'm more attractive

than a painting.

ROSA: We met together in her rooms.

I don't know names, apart from one.

[GRUNTS]

An adulterer.

Someone was about to be exposed.

Find the father of this child.

He's your killer.

MAN: Come in.

I'm not a fool.

Don't treat me like one, Liebermann.

I'm sorry, sir?

The police.

The thing in Leopoldstadt.

Everyone is talking.

You've decided to turn your back on medicine

and enroll instead in the police force?

I've been given the chance toobserve a murder case.

From the point of view of medical research...

I don't like you, Liebermann!

I don't like your arrogance.

You think our methods are old, out-of-date.

You don't even have the courtesy to conceal it.

You visit Freud's lectures in Vienna,

but you haven't the courtesy to attend my own.

Professor Freud is making great advances...

[THUMPS DESK] Damn it!

We don't change our working practices every time

some Jewish doctor publishes a book!

Never forget, I'm senior physician here.

I decide whether you remain at this hospital.

As of this moment, your tenureis hanging by a thread.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYS SCRATCHILY]

Good morning, sir.

Miss Lydgate?

You work at the city museum?

I'm a scientist.

-A restorer. -Interesting.

And what do you restore?

Archaeological finds, rare specimens.

Why exactly am I here, Doctor?

You don't remember?

They say...I attacked someone.

I don't recall.

The mind can play tricks on us.

Memories can be suppressed, especially painful ones.

Do you think I'm insane?

Is that why you've locked meup here?

You were brought here so that you could be helped.

[LAUGHS IRONICALLY]

Padlocks on the gates, bars on the windows.

What manner of help is that exactly?

Miss Lydgate...

I came to Vienna

to study science.

I was told this city

was more enlightened.

I see little evidence

of it in the way

I've been treated here.

Miss Lydgate...

I ask you plainly...

...do you think I'm insane?

No.

Stefan, escort Miss Lydgate back to the ward.

I shall prepare the release papers.

Come.

-Come with me. -[SCREAMS]

Calm down.

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

Braun admits to being her accomplice.

He probably has the skillsto create the illusion.

"Probably" is no good to me.

I'm convinced he's keepingsomething back.

I'm not interested in your speculations.

Do you have enough to charge him?

No, sir.

Damn it! Rheinhardt, I need tobe able to rely on you!

-Sir... -I can't let this go on!

Braun is not the killer, Commissioner.

He does not fit our...

-...profile. -"Profile"?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

We are looking for someone who killed her

to save his reputation. Braun has no reputation.

No family name, no wedding ring.

I'm only interested in proof.

Do you have any?

Alright. Release him.

And then, follow him, hmm?

STRASSER: Yes.

Yes, it's me - it's Strasser.

Look, I'm sorry. We didn't make an arrest tonight.

Max, the coach is here.

Your father is taking us out, remember?

We're supposed to spend the evening together.

What's the matter? Something's upset you.

He's been on at you again. About the hospital.

-No. -Yes. He has.

I can always tell when you're lying.

Max, truly, we wouldn't care if you swept roads for a living.

We just want you to be happy.

Now come on, the coach is waiting.

[PATRONS CHAT]

[GENTEEL PIANO MUSIC]

[APPLAUSE]

♪ Da-da-dum

♪ Da-da-dum

♪ Da-da-dum da-da...

[SINGS IN GERMAN]

[BAWDY LAUGHTER]

Hello. Good to see you again.

-Hello. -How are you?

-Good evening. -Good to see you again.

Now I understandyour sudden interest in Mahler.

These gentlemen are my friends.

Besides, it's a thing to be seen here.

Rachel.

Is it her?

Who?

That woman. Your patient.

Are you still thinking about her?

Don't be silly.

Perhaps you'd pay more attention to me

if I started to scream and cry.

That's not funny, Clara.

If I begged you to cure me,Doctor,

would you find it alluring?

Do you want to play that game?

No.

My friends warned me not to fall in love

with such a serious man.I should have listened to them.

[SINGS IN GERMAN]

[APPLAUSE]

Ladies and gentlemen,

a change to our publishedprogram

for this evening.

Owing to the illness of our accompanist,

Hofoperndirektor Gustav Mahler will play for us.

Why aren't they cheering him?

Because he doesn't know hisplace.

These men you're courting as friends,

do they know your religion

or did you conveniently forget to mention it?

-That isn't even funny, Max. -It wasn't supposed to be.

Can't you see their contemptfor us?

They barely even bother to hide it.

I did not raise my son to talkto me this way.

[WHISPERS] Don't get into an argument, please, not tonight.

You have no right to lecture meabout the people I choose to be

-friends with. -Enough, both of you.

Clara, sorry. What must you think of us?

Now, can we please all try to enjoy our evening?

[PIANO MUSIC]

[SINGS IN GERMAN]

[CABARET SINGER IN BACKGROUND]

[GROANS]

[APPLAUSE]

What are you doing in here?

I want to ask you something.

You look very serious.

What's the matter?

Clara.

-You do...love her? -[SCOFFS] What?

Well, you wouldn't do anything stupid just to please Papa.

Our two families are friends, after all.

Well, we're not engaged, Leah.

No, but Clara is expecting youto ask.

Don't forget, she is my friend, too, Max.

"She's bewitching..."

-Put that back. -"But she is dark

"and oddly dangerous, a deep reservoir of anger."

-Those are my... -"In truth,

"I'm desperate to help her."Amelia?

-She's a patient. -Ah, well.

[SLAMS BOOK] Now I understand

-the appeal of neurology. -Leah...

This reads like romantic poetry.

You can't just come in here and take...

It was open on the desk and you were out.

Give it...to me.

[SIGHS]

LEAH: We tried so hard when we first came here,

struggled to fit in to Viennese society.

That's what Clara gave you, isn't it?

An introduction to a new world.

That's not fair.

You can't say that.

Well,she knows all the right people.

You can always count on Clara for an invitation.

She's helped you find your way.

But if you do not love her,

then you have to make that clear.

I...have feelings for her.Of course, I do.

Do you love her? Don't lie to me, Maxim.

You're deceiving her and you're deceiving yourself.

Is there a name for that in your fancy science books?

There's a policeman downstairs.

No closed doors. No invisiblebullet. No tricks. No illusion.

The killer's panicking.

He knows we're coming.

We should never have let him go.

OSKAR: We had no way of knowing.

It wasn't us he was afraid of. He knew the lover's identity.

Then why didn't he tell us?

Why not admit the truth when we had him in custody?

When he was scared, he could have asked for our protection.

Here!

What are these?

I've seen them before.

Numbers of the dead.

-Whoa! -[HORSE WHINNIES]

Steady, steady, steady.

OSKAR: See - it's Roman for the rows,

Arabic for each headstone.

He made a note of all those that were freshly turned.

All the people who were newly deceased.

A salesman looking for clients.

MAX: Inspector?

Inspector?

Now we know their names.

Were you very late at the club?

Who was there?

The usual crowd.

Of course.

Bruckmuller, Adler.

The Mayor, also.

-Sir? -What?

Madam. Oskar Reinhardt -

Police Department, Leopoldstadt.

My good man, is Madam von Rath at home?

BUTLER: Countessvon Rath.

Who wants to know?

The Vienna Police, Countess.

Karl Uberhorst?

Yes?

KARL: My wife.

My Anna.

My life's been empty without her.

I never said goodbye.

You're fools.

You know nothing about the powers

-that she governed. -My...

My sister.

My twin, she...she died.

There is a special bond, Inspector.

I've watched her conjure up demons,

summon the voices of the dead.

Fraulein Lowenstein had a gift, like no other.

You visited Fraulein Lowenstein at her salon?

Not just I, Inspector.

Tell me what you see, Doctor.

I see desperation.

Lives cut short.

Broken relationships.

Unfinished conversations.

I see the pain of loss.

And you?

-What do you think? -That there's no difference

between your Freudian cure and these poor souls

spilling their grief to a charlatan like her.

BRUCKMULLER: Hands off! Stand back, Officer!

I need to talk to the Commissioner.

That's what it is.

-What's going on here!-Please, please calm down, sir.

Holderlein enjoys

-special privileges. -Sir.

He donates to the Mayor's campaign.

Herr Bruckmuller.

He only went to that damned seance

for his wife's sake. Why has he been detained?

He's not under arrest. He's just being questioned.

We believe the killer was wealthy, a man of standing.

Holderlein was in that room and he fits our profile,

-makes him a suspect. -"Profile"?!

What the hell is he talking about?

It means we have a psychological portrait

-of the killer. -What about proof?

What about evidence?

This is supposed to be a damned police station!

The Mayor won't allow his people

to be mired by scandal quite so easily.

We're talking about a murderinquiry here...

We're taking about a slum-dweller

killed in the slums!

You don't have any jurisdiction here.

Rheinhardt!

Do you know who I am, Inspector?

I own the foundries that produce this city's steel.

Every tramline, every telegraph wire,

every scalpel and razor and table knife!

I built Vienna.

And Holderlein leaves with me. Gentlemen.

See what you have done?

He's right, of course.

-All we have is supposition. -No.

We have more, we have much more,

the detailed psychological picture -

someone intelligent, meticulous, patient.

Wonderful! We need to do thisthe old-fashioned way.

Garner evidence. Build a case.

Brick by brick.

What?

The cemetery.

How is it you know it so well?

There's someone you visit there?

I don't want to talk about it.

But you think about it often.

My daughter.

My little girl.

She died.

I'm sorry.

My wife...

...she left me.

Couldn't cope.

If there's anything I could do to help.

No, I don't want my mind dissected, Doctor!

I need to work.

Work is what I have.

I will be fine as soon as this case is solved.

I need you to put me in a room with him again.

You want me to organize...what?

A seance, madam.

We've contacted a medium,highly recommended, from Paris.

Madame De Rougement.

The French Police, the Surete, swear by her.

Interesting.

Heinrich?

We can't afford to go.

We can't afford to stay away.

Hello.

Nurse, I was looking for a patient, a Miss...

-[CRACKLING] -...Lydgate.

She is with the professor in there.

[GROANING]

[ELECTRICITY BUZZES]

[GROANING INTENSIFIES]

Professor...

-I'm busy. -...please listen to me!

I'd be obliged, Liebermann, if you'd take your hands off me.

That patient is my responsibility.

-I brought her to you. -And you were right.

She needs urgent treatment.

You can't use these instruments of torture!

Say that again and your career is over.

Join hands, my beloveds, and let the host of spirits enter.

I invoke and conjure thee,O Spirit Morax,

fortified with the power of the supreme majesty.

I conjure thee!

[INHALES DEEPLY]

I see him. He is here.

Welcome, spirit.

We who live in ignorance

beg you to help us.

We wish to contact

our sister Charlotte.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

I can see.

[SCREAMING]

-[WAILING] -Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!

Don't touch!

[DOOR SHUTS]

Your Madame De Rougemont was impressive.

Top of the bill at the Blue Danube -

Isolde Sedlmair.

-Holderlein gave us nothing. -Hmm.

But his wife was eloquent.

She seems to think her husband has a secret.

[BELLS TOLL]

[SNIFFS]

Doctor?

If I told you I could make it stop...

...all the pain...

...would you do as I ask?

I...I know you have no reason to trust me.

-Yes. -Good.

[TICKING]

I want you to tell me about him...

...the man who attacked you.

I want you to describe the moment...

...without experiencing the feelings.

Miss Lydgate...

...Amelia...

...you're completely safe here.

I promise I'll take care of you.

-[TICKING] -Describe the moment...

...without experiencing the feelings.

Just focus on the scent.

Her violent episode was triggered by a hidden memory.

Thank you.

But how can memories be hidden?

Well, that evening at the exhibition,

I remembered a cologne. The waiter was wearing it.

And what's the connection?

Same brand I smelled in the hospital

worn by the orderly. I believe she has

a painful memory associated with the scent of a man.

You mean, someone attacked her?

Yes.

Every time she smelled that scent,

she went into a hyper-manicstate.

I tried to bring the memoryto the surface

in order that she could be free of it.

So, you're saying you've solved the case?

WAITER: Your bill, sir.

Yes.

Well, I hope so.

Good, then we won't need to keep discussing her.

No response.

No outburst.

The patient is cured.

The electro-shock therapy

was entirely successful.

[APPLAUSE]

[FLASH POPS]

[FLASH POPS]

[FLASH POPS]

You said the killer arranged her

as though she were an artist's model.

She was in this room with her lover

and somehow she took their photograph.

She needed evidence of the affair

if she was going to make him pay

and so, she used a camera.

Here!

Charlotte was a blackmailer.

He was punishing her.

Doing to her exactly what she had done to him.

She made him the subject of a portrait.

And so he arranged her death in the exact same image.

Heinrich?

The police...at the door again.

You admit to being in her salon?

I admit that my wife has a weakness for the supernatural.

And God help me, I indulged her.

Were you and the Fraulein ever alone?

You're asking if she was my lover?

You think pale skin and a petticoat would tempt me

into the bed of a whore.

Your wife was scared at the seance.

My wife is nervous

whenever I'm within 50 feet of another woman.

Doesn't make me an adulterer, does it?

There's a photograph...

...the two of you together, you and Charlotte Lowenstein.

Really, Inspector?

May I see it?

Shall we put an end to all these games?

Are you going to charge me?

Gentlemen.

That was stupid.

I took a gamble.

I thought he might snap under pressure.

We need that picture.

He would have destroyed it.

There must be something - a way to extract a confession.

What about that trick of yours you mentioned?

-It's not a trick. -What was it called?

Hypnosis. We'll never get him to agree.

Commissioner needs you, Inspector.

Why is Inspector von Bulow here?

Now, don't make this difficult.

You're taking me off the case.

I'm extremely close to an arrest.

Yes, as usual.

Damn it! I warned you

not to drag in Holderlein!

The Mayor's Office is baying for blood.

You are relieved.

[TAPS]

What's that you've got there?

They've identified the weapon.

Please?

Von Bulow's not here at themoment.

I'm still your commanding officer.

[SCREAMS]

[WAILING IN BACKGROUND]

MAX: Yes.

People will start to think we like each other.

One piece of meat looks exactly like another, don't you see?

Matthias... Matthias! I need the off-cuts.

-What? -The human tissue!

An antique gun.

Old enough to fill with powder and shot.

Don't you see?

The propellant and the bullet

had to be separate?

I remembered the history lesson from school -

the Austrian army, when they ran out of munition,

they packed the chambers of their cannon with debris.

A modern bullet.

The charge is contained within the casing.

He needed a special kind of shot.

[RASPS]

So he needed an older weapon.

Are you mad?! What the hell are you doing?!

You see, strong enough to kill her, yet leaves no traces.

What is it, Doctor?

Those forceps, Doctor -

who would have access to those?

Bespoke.

Hallmarked.

Pure steel.

A bullet made of tissue and bone

would have disintegrated on impact.

Someone packed the chamber of the pistol

with fragments of human fiber.

Forceps - used to turn the key from the wrong side.

He jammed these into the lock

and locked the door from the outside.

You reported my progress every day

to the Mayor's Office.

Yes, well, obviously.

And you declared your allegiance to his campaign?

What exactly is the purpose of this?

-Are you interrogating me?-When I arrested Braun,

I told you he knew more thanhe was telling.

The dead woman confided in him.

With whom did you share

our suspicions, Commissioner?

[FAIRGROUND MUSIC]

Step up! Step up!

Try your luck!

Come on! Try your luck!

That must be him.

-Are you sure? -Quite sure.

Hypnosis would be easier. Good luck.

You got my letter.

I got some unsigned note insisting I come.

I don't understand why

you'd insist we meet hereof all places?

Away from prying eyes, people gossiping.

[MECHANISM CLANKS]

It appears Fraulein Lowenstein was not a talented medium.

She was simply an actress.

Sadly that doesn't surprise me,Doctor.

A very attractive one.

I never laid eyes on her.

Your friends, the Holderleins, they knew her intimately.

What's all this about, please?

The key in the salon door.

We know how the trick wasaccomplished -

used to turn the key fromthe wrong side

and a bullet made from human fiber,

so that it would apparently vanish.

Fascinating, Doctor,

but what's this in aid of,this exposition?

Your design and your monogram.

Charlotte Lowenstein.

You became her lover and the father of her unborn child.

[LAUGHS] Really, Doctor, now that is nonsense.

I know the killer.

I've studied him intimately -

someone with a great deal to lose

and someone with an unshakable belief

in his right to kill in order to protect himself.

Please, don't.

You're the architect of your own warped morality,

Herr Bruckmuller.

[GUNSHOT]

The lives of the poor are expendable.

[CHUCKLES]

She wasn't even a good lover.

Your madness is deeply ingrained.

Aha.

You think I would make a fine patient?

Such a beautiful city, don't you think, Doctor?

What a prize!

Lueger doesn't go far enough.

He will never do what helps Vienna to survive.

-And what is that exactly? -To get rid of the vermin.

The subversives.

The intellectuals.

The muck-raking journalists.

It'll need a strong arm

to protect the honest folk

when it all starts to unravel.

You want to take over his mantle.

[LAUGHS]

You think you are so clever.

Slippery, cunning -

like the rest of your sly race.

But maybe not?

Don't jump.

My dear doctor, I don't intend to.

[GRUNTS]

I told him.

I told him it was a stupid idea!

[GROANS]

[GUNSHOT]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

You've been shot.

I realize...

...and I'd prefer not to be shot again.

Wait for the wheel to take us down.

There's no escape for you.

[GROANS]

Nor for you, Doctor Jew!

Police. Back off!

Police.

Max!

He's alive.

You can arrest him.

You almost died up there, Max.

What the hell went wrong?

Nothing. It went perfectly.

We got him to confess, Inspector.

Your hat.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

I wore my new crepe de Chine.

Herr Korngold was quite taken.

He proposed to me.

I meet with him every so often just to make you jealous.

Max, are you even listening?

What do you want from this? From us?

What do you mean? What's this about, Clara?

I need to hear the truth from you.

You've been drifting awayfrom me and...

..we can't go on as we are.

Clara... Clara...

-...what's gotten into you? -I won't hate you.

I just need to know your feelings.

Would you...?

Will you marry me?

See, that wasn't so difficult.

MAX: There is a shadow self, a secret identity

that everyone is struggling to hide.

The deeper my journey into other people's madness,

the less I know myself.