A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[ticking]
[pocket watch ticking]
- [closes watch] - I must get ready.
Hmm.
[coachman] Whoa.
[horse snorting]
[shouting] Sigmund!
[indistinct chatter]
[dogs barking]
[woman screams]
[thuds]
[shrieks]
[panting]
[door opens]
[Emmeline] Martha?
What's wrong, my dear?
[panting] Sigmund.
Something's not right. I must go to him.
Dreams are the night's lies, you know.
SOMNAMBULANT
[bird cawing]
Stand!
Please fire.
Fire!
[watch ticking]
[birds cawing]
Five.
For Otto.
[yells]
[grunting]
[Georg crying in pain]
[screaming]
The artery.
- [Freud] Help me. - [man] Breathe calmly.
- [Freud] Stay with me. - [man] Stay calm.
- More pressure. - [man] Yes, I'm pressing.
The bleeding is too heavy.
[in Hungarian] Táltos will come...
[gasping]
[grunting]
[Riedl crying]
[in German] Oh, my God!
[Riedl wailing]
[grunting]
[Poschacher] Stop!
It was fair!
[breathing heavily]
[in Hungarian] The mummy has arrived.
Very nice.
[Viktor in German] I didn't get a big one. It was too expensive.
But for a child, it was affordable.
This is even better, Fleur.
This child has waited 3,000 years for its destiny.
For you and Crown Prince Rudolf.
Fleur!
This séance...
[trance-like] Must succeed.
This séance must succeed.
- Must succeed. - Must succeed.
[Fleur] Must succeed.
- [Viktor] Must succeed. - Must succeed.
Must succeed.
[children squealing and laughing]
[woman praying quietly]
[girl] Grandpa is here.
Come here.
Where's your sister, little one?
[Fanny gasps]
The other one?
Alive.
At ease!
[footsteps receding]
Leave no trace that could lead back to the Imperial and Royal Army.
[Sophia] Our thoughts are with Clara.
We're praying for her.
I thank you for your kind sympathy, my Countess.
[Sophia] I would also like to ask for your forgiveness, Dr. von Schönfeld.
The hysterical ramblings of a woman
are only of professional interest to me.
Fleur Salomé had no intention to slight your family.
She just wanted above all else only to help you.
See to forgive her.
Please let her know then...
that I will accept her apology.
Thank you, Henriette.
Have a safe journey home, Countess.
[Sophia] Look at me.
You are unbearable.
You do not deserve to live.
So kill yourself.
- [Freud] Dr. Breuer. - Good day, Dr. Freud.
[Freud] This patient is blind and is unable to move her legs.
Hmm.
Could you sit up, please?
Yes.
Thank you.
Where did you grow up, Elise?
In the house of Cobenzl.
My mother was a maid at Baron von Sothen's vineyard.
[Breuer] Ah, in Reisenberg.
It's beautiful there. Good wine.
The girls weren't allowed to taste it, of course.
But surely you must have done, now and then?
Well, just a sip here and there.
[Breuer] Were you made to work hard?
Yes.
And all day long, constantly on your feet, hmm?
Sometimes we were allowed to ride on the cart with the farmhands.
It is understandable to desire a rest
from that exhausting work and the journey up into the mountains.
[Elise yawning]
[Breuer] Sleep!
Experience the summer heat.
Yes.
[Breuer] You have beautiful, long hair.
It glistens in the sun.
Like silk, my mother would say.
I had to hide it from the servants. [chuckles]
You're running barefoot through the meadows of Cobenzl.
[girls' laughter echoing]
Barefoot.
It's tickling!
Josef...
[Freud] The leg as stiff as a phallus.
The blindness...
Does she want to deny that she's a woman?
Males were allowed to ride on the wagon to the farm.
Men have more freedom.
- For women-- - Elise is only one example.
Take a look around not only Vienna, but Europe.
Everywhere it's spreading, neurosis and hysteria.
Our society...
- The morality-- - Please excuse me, my friend.
Convicts!
- [Freud] We still have a meeting tonight? - Oh, yes.
[Freud] Dr. von Schönfeld!
Dr. von Schönfeld.
Dr. von Schönfeld, forgive my behaviour yesterday.
I assure you I was only trying to do the best for your sister.
Your sister needs rest.
[mouthing] Doctor?
[Meynert] Dr. Freud!
I gave you strict instructions
forbidding you to go anywhere near Fräulein Clara.
- It cannot be conducive to her recovery-- - Get away from that door, do you hear?
Otherwise, you shall lose your laboratory place forever.
Professor.
[Leopold whispering] Clara!
[Freud] Professor Meynert, just listen to me for a second, please. Why not?
You're making incorrect diagnoses with that fraud
and you're preaching French-led untruths.
Whatever you think of me and my methods, Professor,
we must lessen the risk of Clara’s trauma worsening.
[Sophia] Kill yourself.
I will provide evidence that Leopold caused his sister to be in this condition.
[patient mutters]
You dare speak about my assistant doctor in such a way?
For our profession, it's you who...
is a disgrace.
Professor?
[distant screaming]
Kiss... You shot him in the duel!
Have you lost your mind or are you aware of what you've done?
They will kill you. Do you understand that?
You're messing with the worst enemy possible. I can't protect you from them.
- From them, no one can! - I have a witness to visit.
I will not let you drag me down with you into the abyss!
Kiss!
The inspector couldn't refuse the duel.
- His honour was at stake. - Honour? Naturally, the honour.
This will end badly.
[bell tolling]
[people singing indistinctly]
[men singing]
[indistinct chatter]
Look here. Is this a Jew?
- [Riedl] Silence. - [glass smashes]
Silence!
As morning began...
our loyal comrade Georg von Lichtenberg during his duel died honourably.
His bravery...
shall be an example for us.
His sense of honour...
a compass in our darkest hours.
His sense of camaraderie,
a light that will always glow in the firmament.
He lives on.
- He lives on! On! - [all chanting] On! On! On!
[all continue chanting]
[singing in German] ♪ Oh, good old student glory ♪
♪ To where have you disappeared? ♪
♪ Never to return, those golden times ♪
♪ So joyous and so free ♪
[crowd murmurs]
Georg's blood... was shed without reason.
It would have been better spilt in the coming war that will engulf the world.
[glass shatters]
That'll split church steeples, reduce palaces to rubble,
burn 1,000 years of slave work to ashes.
We are the destroyers of the old world.
- Tomorrow, we ride with death at our side. - [all shout in agreement]
[Georg] He who is dead knows no hesitation.
Forwards! attack them, until victory is ours!
[all chanting] Victory! Victory! Victory!
[all continue chanting]
[dog whines]
[horse neighing distantly]
[coachman] Whoa!
[in Hungarian] Welcome, little prince.
[woman in German] Your Imperial Highness.
Evening.
Herr Franticek Mucha.
Vienna's Heldentenor.
You are too kind, Your Imperial and Royal Highness.
[woman 2] Your Imperial Highness.
The crown prince has arrived.
Georg von Lichtenberg is dead.
What?
A duel.
It is said he was provoked.
Maybe, like Leopold, he lost control of himself.
[in Hungarian] Come.
Let the games begin.
Yes.
[chanting in ancient Egyptian]
[Fleur continues chanting]
[all gasp] ♪
[Fleur chanting]
Ra, Ra...
[all chanting] Ra! Ra! Ra! Ra!
[chanting continues]
[inhales]
[breathing heavily]
[hyperventilating]
[chanting continues]
[gasps]
[distorted chatter]
[creaking]
[breath trembling]
[gasps]
[screams]
[screaming loudly]
[shrieks]
Fräulein Salomé...
[indistinct chatter]
[breathing heavily]
Izom!
Take her to her room!
[Crown Prince Rudolf] Fräulein Salomé.
[man] Your Imperial Highness.
Dr. von Schönfeld was under hypnosis.
You should have seen him. His eyes, his movements...
I'm certain of it.
Somnambulistic, yes, but purposeful and deliberate.
That is not possible, though, Freud.
I know.
What if that's the connection between those two atrocities?
Officer von Lichtenberg and Von Schönfeld knew each other.
They moved in the same circles.
- Please sit down. - And alongside that, Fleur Salomé,
who knew everything, with no idea why.
Please, sit yourself down.
I have yet to tell you everything about Fräulein Pappenheim.
My... [sighs] cathartic method had an unknown side effect.
In the sessions of my therapy with Fräulein Pappenheim...
an obsession developed in her.
An obsession directed towards me.
An obsession with a sexual element?
She had sought to seduce me with obscenities.
Which I resisted.
Until I could resist no more.
I wanted to give you due warning.
Your patient projected feelings of a sexual nature
from earlier experiences onto you.
[grunts] More like fantasies.
Charcot said...
"It is always about the genitals."
Always. Always. Always.
And you yourself once stated
that hysteria is a secret hiding in the corner of a dark cave.
Like Elise.
The repression of femininity.
Even better: of female sexuality.
[exhales]
You've seen old land maps.
Sea charts.
Where everything believed ended and unknown territory began.
There, drawn by man, were monstrous fabled creatures.
- And they would write... - Hic sunt dracones.
"Here... are dragons."
And here lies the danger that we do not understand.
Keep your distance.
What if it's the cartographer I want to be? The discoverer?
[chuckles]
Forget not what you are doing this for.
To heal.
Not for fame.
The spirit world is and will always remain a capricious realm.
I hope this does not impair our chances of receiving an invitation
to attend the Peoples' Ball, for which you are so admired?
I don't involve myself with the Hungarian question at present.
Especially not with former expatriates.
Kaiser is merciless on the matter. You know that.
So do not expect your reputation to be restored in the near future.
Will you now allow me to see her?
Without doubt, Your Imperial Highness.
[knocking on door]
- [gasps] - [Viktor] Fleur!
[knocking on door]
[knocking intensifies]
Fleur!
[knocking continues]
[Crown Prince Rudolf] Where is she?
[Freud] Oh.
Did you have a terribly hard day, Doctor?
See, what you need is a wife.
[sighs]
[Lenore] Enjoy your bath.
- [bell tolls] - [clock ticks]
- [knocking on door] - [breathing heavily]
[gasps]
Yes?
- [knocking continues] - Yes!
- [knocking continues] - I'm coming.
[knocking continues]
Let me come in, please.
We have to begin.
What are you waiting for?
[Freud] Sleep.
[puppy whines]
[breath trembling]
[Freud] You hear my voice.
Everything else disappears.
You are there... now.
What do you see?
They're both dead.
Is there anybody else there?
Yes.
I can feel him.
Look for him, then.
Behind the door.
[Freud] Go through it.
[door creaks]
[whimpering]
Help me get out of this house, please!
Show him that you're not afraid.
[man growls]
[singing opera] ♪ When the burning thirst is quenched ♪
♪ When the blood is spouting From the heart ♪
♪ And when they groan in horror ♪
♪ Ha! Such amusement ♪
♪ Such amusement Such lust, such lust ♪
- Franticek Mucha. - The opera singer?
♪ With newfound courage With newfound courage... ♪
[Fleur] He can see...
He can see me.
♪ Her death throes give new life ♪
- Wake up. You're awake now. - [panting]
[Fleur sobs] What is happening to me?
[bell tolls]
[indistinct chatter]
[accordion playing]
[Poschacher] I don't think it's wise of you to associate with that Dr. Freud.
He's playing games with your soul.
That can't be good.
Look, sometimes you just need to know how to forget.
Hmm.
That's all I wanted to say.
[Kiss] All right. Thank you.
- [accordion stops] - [crowd claps]
[sighs]
Keep playing!
[accordion music]
♪ Another treacherous murder ♪
♪ Just took place in Vienna ♪
♪ I shudder thinking about it ♪
♪ You can see for yourselves ♪
♪ Through this murder ♪
♪ The girl suffered the worst pain ♪
♪ After the murder ♪
♪ The killer cut off her head ♪
♪ He himself knows best ♪
♪ Why he committed that crime ♪
[coachman] Whoa.
Inspector, get in, please. It's a matter of life and death.
I must insist that you repay your debt to me now.
Kiss...
Please!
[uncocks gun]
- [whip cracks] - [coachman] Come on!
[Poschacher] The opera singer is supposed to have killed two people?
Nonsense.
I cannot imagine such a thing.
The man is a genius.
The best singer in Vienna.
He'll be singing at the Peoples' Ball for the Kaiser.
I've heard him twice, and each time...
- Understand? - Yes!
Herr Poschacher, I also cried,
but unfortunately, that still does not change it.
Where did you supposedly see him?
Probably in another vision.
Only saints have visions.
What I have overcomes me.
Why would I lie to you?
[Poschacher] This is all so ridiculous!
Sounds like bullshit to me.
Mr. Mucha!
The door was open.
Let's have a look.
Mr. Mucha?
What is this?
[tuneful humming]
Nice and calm.
Freud, what's wrong with him?
Somnambulistic.
- What is that? - It's a state in which the mind--
Doesn't matter, you're coming with us.
- [roaring] - [screaming]
[all screaming and grunting]
[Freud] Don't shoot! Kiss, wait!
Quiet, quiet.
[Poschacher grunting]
- [Kiss] Thank you, Doctor. - [Freud] You're welcome.
[Kiss] Fräulein Salomé, you were right.
[Freud] Fräulein Salomé?
[Fleur] I'm here.
[Freud] Fleur?
Fleur?
Before your vision of Mucha,
what did you do? How did you feel?
Nothing. It...
It was a normal day.
I had a bath. Everything was normal.
Normal?
A normal day, after what we experienced with Clara?
For me, there was nothing normal.
I also had a bath...
but that certainly wasn't normal.
Are you sure you can't remember anything?
I had the vision.
Since then, I've been... awake.
But before that...
Before that, you must have been in a trance without knowing it.
Your encounter with Mucha triggered the vision and ended the trance.
I'd really like to discover what this trance-like state was triggered by.
And who.
Fleur?
[Sophia in Hungarian] I am here.
Don't touch me!
I'm your breath.
[in German] I'm sorry?
I want to go home.
I'll help you.
Thank you. I don't need help tonight.
[pencil scribbling]
[Freud] Dear Martha...
this distance between us is a curse.
It hurts.
Especially in my heart.
But at the moment, it is my mind that misses your intelligence.
I'm eager to discuss a patient with you,
one who is dominating my thoughts perhaps more than any patient ever has.
This patient is practically a textbook example of an hysteric.
A unicorn, if you will, whose slaughter...
please excuse that abominable term,
will bring about great advances for our profession.
Until then, I must yield to the allegation of mysticism, whether I like it or not.
Through her obscure foster family,
the patient is directly or indirectly connected
to the disturbing events haunting Vienna.
She is suppressing the horrible truth,
which reveals itself as her symptoms... these visions.
[dog whining]
Where were you?
I'm so sorry that I momentarily left the house.
I was confused.
I'm glad you're back with us.
I'm so tired. Please.
Were you with Freud?
[in Hungarian] Stop there!
- [in German] I do not intend to harm you-- - [in Hungarian] Silence!
Leave!
[in German] You won't touch me ever again.
Not ever!
All right.
All right, I'll go.
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[Freud] I want to emphasize once more that this
is neither a speculative nor a supernatural matter, but an empirical one.
Enough about my obsessions.
How are you, my beloved little princess?
My beloved Fleur, what have you...
Fleur...
[knocking on door]
[Freud] Countess?
Doctor.
May I?
What can I do for you?
Ever since a riding accident, my left forearm feels numb.
According to my doctor, I am physically injury-free.
What is this really about? Is it Fleur?
May I?
If you wouldn't mind.
You're sleeping. Sleep now.
You are a failure.
A fraud.
A Jewish charlatan.
It's almost fateful that you live in this house here, Dr. Freud.
On the scorched ruins of the old Ringtheater.
Our work!
[exhales]
[man's voice echoing] Fire!
If you keep quiet, you can still hear the screams.
The crackling of the fire.
All softly accompanied by the most wonderful melodies.
[echoing screaming]
When you wake, you will be driven by the irrepressible desire to kill yourself.
Give in now.
Take control of yourself.
And be quick to do it.
[echoing screaming continues]
[pocket watch ticking]
[clock ticking]
I must get ready.
Hmm.