As World War II draws near, a dying genius fights against hate to preserve his legacy Cancer has ravaged Sigmund Freud. It is 1938, and the great doctor has fled Vienna for London, where he races to finish his final, most dangerous work: a radical reimagining of the origins of Judaism, which posits that Moses was murdered by his followers. Though his colleagues say that such a controversial text could only give grist to those who would do the Jews harm, Freud is adamant about releasing the book-until a Nazi named Sauerwald comes to visit. He has written a manuscript in Freud's name, a hateful screed that claims to prove that all of Jewish history is based on falsehood, and asks that Freud help him have it published-lest something unpleasant happen to the doctor's family in Austria. Horrified by this foul threat, Freud responds with the only weapon he has left. He picks up pen and paper, and suggests that Sauerwald sit down on his couch.
