Vienna Blood

I'm sorry to break it to you.

Clara and I are no longerengaged, Mama.

Daniel?!

- Daniel? - My God!

Who occupied this bed next to Daniel's?

Thomas Zelenka.

There was an accident. He died.

They found his body in the river.

The name! Zelenka.

A "Z"...

...that's what Daniel was cutting into his arm!

I would be grateful if you'd say what you need to say

- and then go. - I'm in love with you.

Zelenka was going to run away.

He was going to tell the world about his tormentors.

So, somebody stopped him.

We've stumbled into a murder investigation.

Welcome to the case, Inspector.

Classic case of delusion.

Fascinating patient.

Which one of you would like to conduct

the preliminary examination?

Very well.

Dismissed.

Liebermann?

You're distracted. Something on your mind?

No, nothing, sir.

Nothing?

What's the nature

- of your research? - It's a private patient.

Nonsense! You don't have private patients.

What's the name?

If you're working on a case,

then I wish to be kept informed.

Kindly submit a case report.

Yes, sir.

What do you boys want?

You told them.

You gave them our names.

I don't know what you mean.

You took them to the place in the cellar.

They already knew.

And now, get out of my way!

You've been making up a lot of stories, Master.

See, we can make up stories, too.

We're all very good at creative writing.

Bauer's going to make up a story, on how you hurt him.

You conniving bastard!

You can't kill a rumor.

It's like a...

It's like a hydra.

You cut off one head,

two others grow back in its place.

It's dust.

Amelia!

What you're looking at - prehistoric samples.

But you're not here to discuss my work.

Well...

Actually, I am.

I need to know the story of his last few hours.

Why come to me?

Well, you can tell the story of a specimen

when it's been buried in the earth for centuries.

So, you can tell me what happened to this boy.

What happened on his final day.

Well, it says he drowned.

Water washes away most of the useful traces.

Well, the pathologist at the hospital,

he's old-fashioned,

his methods are out-of-date.

He thinks the boy drowned.

I don't.

Help me prove him wrong.

Help me prove that whole hospital wrong.

What?

What have you done?

The pictures.

Her dresses, her shoes.

What did you do with them?

I thought, perhaps, there were other children who may...

Please don't tell me you got rid of them!

I gave them to a charity. A poorhouse.

- Why didn't you ask me?! - Oskar...

Those things are all I've got left of her!

My only memories!

There's a moment, every day...

...when I wake up.

A moment...

- ...when I forget. - Don't.

You need to move on.

You can't live with all the memories still in the house,

- suffocating you... - Don't come back here

telling me what I want and what I need!

Oskar, I didn't leave because of Mitzi!

I left because of you,

because of this.

It's destroying you, Oskar.

You have to let go.

It's alright.

Come on.

I'll need to take samples.

Thank you.

I know it was difficult for you, coming here again.

Goodnight.

Shh!

How is he?

God help me, I don't recognizemy own son, Max.

He feels guilty.

Guilt, more than anything, changes a person.

I couldn't persuade him to draw.

- I know you said... - It's alright.

He'll draw when he's ready.

That school, they never studied art.

Just calligraphy, technical drawing.

- Max...? - I'm an artist,

but art isn't on the curriculum...

He was working on a portrait in lessons...

What's the matter?

Where are you going?

Are you going to make this a habit?

My wife.

Else, Doctor Liebermann.- Hello.

Frau Rheinhardt. Er, forgive me.

- What do you want? - The painting!

The painting in the school, we have to find it.

Sorry, I have to go.

Can you tell me what you're looking for?

Be careful, Inspector!

So, where is it, the painting?

His sister told us that he was a painter.

But you told us the school doesn't teach art.

Which means you taught him privately?...No.

Careful.

Please be careful.

Where is it? A canvas doesn't just suddenly vanish.

Why would you need to hide it?

Why would you want to keep it a secret?

Don't!

His last painting,

your brilliant protege.

Couldn't bear to destroy it,

but you couldn't let anyone see it. Why?

We know that girl.

Remember?

Fraulein?

Were you expecting someone else?

Herr Becker, he is...?

My father.

And did you know Thomas Zelenka?

The boy that died?

I know his name.

What's this about exactly?

Fraulein...

...please, don't waste our time.

He must have seen me hereabouts.

I think you posed for it in this room.

No!

Don't lie to us.

That's the chair in the painting.

The boy is dead.

We need to know the truth.

There are strict rules.

I'm not allowed to interactwith the boys.

I get...very lonely.

And then, Herr Lang approached me.

He said there was a student who wanted to paint my portrait.

I was very flattered.

Lang arranged the sessions?

How often were you alone with him together here?

You and Zelenka?

I can't recall.

Maybe four...five times.

Gentlemen?

Great talent.

So sad.

Such a loss.

These boys have no contact with women.

This sort of thing is only to be expected.

"This sort of thing"?

Youthful infatuation.

A secret admirer.

Well, thank you for bringing this to my attention,

but my daughter is not involved, Inspector.

Well, she must have sat for him for hours.

She knew the victim.

That may be so, but it hasno bearing on the case.

They were going to run away together.

She's the "Beloved" in the letter.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

- You have to work. - No, no.

I mean, I'm sorry.

You were right. I...

My grief...

Nothing?

No.

No traces?

If the body was in the water for some time,

then anything incriminating would have been lost.

I'm sorry. There's nothing I could find.