01x03 - Somnambul

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I need to hurry.

Sigmund!

Martha?

What's wrong, darling?

Sigmund.

Something's wrong. I have to go to him.

Dreams are the night's lies, darling.

SOMNAMBULAN

c*ck!

It works.

sh**t!

Five.

For Otto.

The artery.

- Help me.

- Just breathe slowly.

- Hang on.

- Stay calm.

- Apply more pressure.

- Yes, I'll compress now.

He's losing too much blood.

Táltos will come over you

Dear God!

Hey!

It was legitimate!

The mummy has arrived.

Very nice.

I didn't get a big one.

It was too expensive.

But I had enough for a child.

It's even better, Fleur.

That child has been waiting

for its destiny for 3,000 years.

For you and Crown Prince Rudolf.

Fleur!

This séance

has to succeed.

This séance has to succeed.

- Has to succeed.

- Has to succeed.

Has to succeed.

- Has to succeed.

- Has to succeed.

Has to succeed.

Has to succeed.

Grandpa’s here.

Come here, you.

Where's your little sister?

The other one?

Alive.

Fall out!

I don't want any trace leading back

to the Imperial and Royal Army.

Our thoughts are with Clara.

We pray for her.

Thank you for your sympathy, Countess.

I also want to ask you for forgiveness,

Dr. von Schönfeld.

The ramblings of

a hysteric woman are, at best,

only of professional interest to me.

Fleur Salomé never

wanted to hurt your family.

She just wanted to help

in her overeagerness.

Forgive her.

Tell her that I accept her apology.

Thanks, Henriette.

Get home well, Countess.

Look at me.

You're scum.

You don't deserve to live.

k*ll yourself.

- Dr. Breuer

- Good afternoon, my friend.

This patient is blind

and can't move her leg.

Can you sit up?

Yes.

Thanks.

Where did you grow up, Elise?

Cobenzl.

My mother was a maid

at Baron von Sothen's vineyard.

Reisenberg

Beautiful. Good wine.

We girls weren't allowed to try it.

I'm sure you secretly

Well, one or two sips.

Did you have to work a lot?

Yes.

Up and down. Always on foot.

We sometimes were allowed

to ride in the cart with the servants.

You surely had to rest on the vineyard

with all the exhausting paths.

Sleep!

Can you feel the summer heat?

Yes.

You have beautiful, long hair.

It's shining in the sun.

Mom always said it looked like silk.

She told me to hide it from the servants.

You're running over

Cobenzl's meadows barefooted.

Barefoot.

It tickles.

Josef

The leg is as stiff as a phallus.

The blindness

Doesn't she want to see

that she's a woman?

Servants were allowed to ride on the cart.

Men have more freedom.

- Women--

- Elise is just one example.

Look around Vienna. Around Europe.

Neurosis and hysteria are everywhere.

The society

- Morals turn us into

- Excuse me, my friend.

prisoners.

- We'll meet tonight?

- Yes.

Dr. von Schönfeld.

Dr. Schönfeld.

Dr. von Schönfeld!

Forgive my behavior yesterday.

It was for the benefit of your sister.

Your sister needs rest.

Doctor?

Dr. Freud!

I forbade you to go near Miss Clara.

- It can't be beneficial for her recovery--

- Get away from the door!

Otherwise, you'll have to clear

your laboratory forever.

Professor.

Professor Meynert, listen to me

for a second, please. Why not?

You're working with a fraud.

You preach French heresy.

Whatever you think

about me and my methods,

Clara's trauma mustn't manifest.

k*ll yourself.

I'll prove to you that Leopold

laid hands on his sister.

You dare talk about

my junior doctor like that?

For our profession, you are

a disgrace.

Professor?

Kiss You shot him?

Are you mad?

They'll k*ll you. Are you aware of that?

You attacked the worst enemy.

I can't protect you from them.

- Not from them.

- You'll get your witness.

I won't let you tear me down with you.

Kiss!

The inspector couldn't decline the duel.

- Honor demanded it.

- Honor? Of course, honor.

This won't end well.

Look there. Is this a jew?

Silence. Silence!

This morning,

our loyal comrade Georg von Lichtenberg

died honorably in a duel.

His bravery

shall set an example for us.

His sense of honor

shall lead us in the darkest of times.

His sense of comradeship,

a shining star in the sky.

Cheers to him!

- Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!

- Cheers! Cheers!

Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!

Oh, good old student glory

Where have you gone?

You'll never return, golden time

So happy and uncommitted

He's crazy.

Georg's blood was wasted pointlessly.

It would have been needed in the

upcoming w*r that will destroy the world.

We'll split churches.

Blow away palaces.

We'll destroy 1,000 years of sl*ve work.

We're the destroyers of the old world.

Tomorrow, we'll ride

with death at our side.

When you're dead,

you don't know hesitation.

Forward, attack, until victory is ours!

Victory! Victory! Victory!

Victory! Victory! Victory!

Victory! Victory!

Welcome, little prince.

Your Imperial Highness.

So?

Mr. Franticek Mucha.

Vienna's heroic tenor.

Too kind,

your Imperial and Royal Highness.

- Your Imperial Highness.

- Your Highness.

The Crown Prince has arrived.

Georg von Lichtenberg is dead.

What?

A duel.

It seems as if he was provoked.

Maybe he lost control, like Leopold.

Come.

Let the games begin.

Yes.

Is that a child?

Miss Salomé

Izom!

Take her to her room!

Miss Salomé.

Your Imperial Highness, come with me.

Dr. Schönfeld was under hypnosis.

You should have seen him.

His eyes, his movements

I'm sure.

Somnambulistic,

but purposeful and conscious.

That's impossible, Freud.

I know.

What if that's the connection

between those two atrocities?

Officer von Lichtenberg and

von Schönfeld knew each other.

They socialized in the same circles.

- Please sit down.

- Especially Fleur Salomé.

She knew about everything. No idea why.

Please, sit down.

I didn't tell you everything

about Miss Pappenheim.

My cathartic method has a side effect.

During my therapy with Miss Pappenheim

she developed an obsession.

It was towards me.

A sexual obsession?

She tried to seduce me with obscenities.

Until I gave in.

I want you to be warned.

Your patient took sexual feelings from

the past and projected them onto you.

More like fantasies.

Charcot said,

"It's always a matter of genitals."

Always, always, always.

You yourself once said that hysteria

always is a secret of the alcove.

Like Elise.

Repression of the femininity.

Or even better: the female sexuality.

You know old maps, right?

Hydrographic maps.

Where everything ended

and unknown territory started

they drew monstrous chimeras.

- They wrote

- "Hic sunt dracones."

"There are dragons here."

A danger's lurking that

we don't understand.

Keep a distance.

What if I want to be the mapmaker?

The discoverer?

Never forget what you're doing this for.

To heal.

Not for glory.

The spirit realm is and always will be

a moody place.

I hope that the incident

won't lower our chances

of receiving one of your highly-desired

invitations to the Peoples' Ball?

I don't get involved

in the Hungary question at the moment.

Especially when it comes

to former expatriates.

The emperor is relentless when

it comes to that, you know that.

Don't expect your reputation

to be restored any time soon.

Will you let me see her now?

Of course, your Imperial Highness.

Fleur!

Fleur!

Where is she?

Was it a tough day, doctor?

You urgently need a wife.

All right.

Enjoy your bath.

Yes?

Yes!

I'm coming.

Please let me in.

Begin.

What are you waiting for?

Sleep.

You hear my voice.

Everything else disappears.

You're there now.

What do you see?

Both are dead.

There is nobody else?

There is.

I can feel him.

Find him.

Behind that door.

Go through it.

Get me out of here!

Show that you're not afraid.

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

He can see me

He can see me

Her death throes give new life

Wake up. You're awake now.

Something terrible has happened.

I don't think it's good

you're dealing with that Dr. Freud.

He's rummaging around inside your soul.

That can't be good.

Look, sometimes you just

have to be able to forget.

Oh, well

I'm just saying

Of course.

Keep going!

Another treacherous m*rder

Just took place in Vienna

I shudder thinking about it

You can see for yourselves

Through this m*rder

The girl suffered the worst pain

After the m*rder

The k*ller cut off her head

He himself knows best

Why he committed that crime

Inspector, please get in.

It's a matter of life and death.

I have to insist

that you pay your debt now.

Kiss

Please!

Come on, giddy up!

Move it.

The opera singer is supposed

to have k*lled two people?

Nonsense.

I don't believe it.

The man is a genius.

The best singer in Vienna.

He'll sing for the emperor

at the Peoples' Ball.

I heard him twice and both times

- Got it?

- Yes!

Mr. Poschacher, I also cried,

but I can't change it.

Where did you supposedly see him?

Probably in a vision.

Saints have visions.

What I have overwhelms me.

Why should I lie to you?

This is all bullshit.

Kiss my a*s.

Mr. Mucha!

The door was open.

- Nobody's coming. Let's see.

- Let's go.

Mr. Mucha?

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Freud, what's wrong with him?

Somnambulistic.

- What does that mean?

- It's a state in which the spirit--

Doesn't matter, you're coming with us.

Don't sh**t! Wait!

Quiet, quiet.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Don’t mention it.

My God, you were right.

Miss Salomé?

I'm here.

Fleur?

Fleur?

Before your vision of Mucha,

what did you do? How did you feel?

Nothing. Well

it was a normal day.

I took a bath. Everything was normal.

Normal?

A normal day after

our experience with Clara?

Nothing was normal for me today.

I also took a bath,

but even that wasn't normal.

You can't remember anything else?

I had the vision.

Since then, I've been awake.

Until then

Until then, you must have been

in some kind of trance.

Your encounter with the opera singer

caused the vision and ended the trance.

I'd like to know what caused the trance.

And who.

Fleur?

I am here.

Don't touch me!

I'm your breath.

Miss Salomé?

I want to go home.

I'll help you.

Thanks, but I don't need your help.

Dear Martha

the distance between us is a curse.

It hurts.

Especially the heart

But at the moment, it's my spirit

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 a hysteric.

If you will, she's a unicorn,

whose slaughter,

excuse that terrible word,

will mean great progress

for our profession.

But until then, I have to accept

the reproach of mysticism.

But directly or indirectly,

the patient is linked

to the unsettling happenings in Vienna

through her peculiar foster family.

And she suppresses the terrible truth.

It only comes back to reality

as symptoms, visions.

Where have you been?

I'm sorry for sneaking out.

I was confused.

I'm glad you're back.

I'm tired. Please!

Were you with Freud?

Stop there!

- I don't want to harm you, I--

- Silence!

Leave!

You'll never touch me again.

Never!

Fine.

Fine, I'll leave.

But I want to emphasize that this

isn't a speculative or supernatural matter

but an empirical one.

But enough about my obsessions.

COCAINE

How are you, my beloved princess?

My beloved Fleur, what

Fleur

Countess?

Doctor.

May I?

What can I do for you?

My left underarm feels numb

ever since I had a riding accident.

According to my doctor,

there's no physical injury.

What is it really about? Fleur?

May I?

By all means.

Sleep!

You're a failure.

A fraud.

A Jewish charlatan.

It's fateful that you live

in this house, Dr. Freud.

On the sunken ruins

of the old Ringtheater.

Our work!

Fire! Help! Fire!

When you're quiet,

you can still hear the screams.

The crackling fire.

Quietly, the most beautiful melodies

are in between.

Help!

When you wake up, you will be driven by

the irrepressible desire to die.

Give in.

k*ll yourself.

And hurry.

I need to hurry.