02x01 - Ex Ore Infantium

[bunniefuu]

[wind whooshing]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder cracks]

[rain pattering]

[horse neighs]

[gate creaks]

[woman fussing]

[door thuds]

[babies crying]

[bedpan clatters loudly]

[Colleen] What
is it, what is it?

- Where is my baby?
- What are you on about?

No, my baby, she's not...

- Your baby is fine. Now calm down.
- No, my baby's...

[both continue arguing]

[Colleen] Your baby is fine.

- No, no, no, no!
- Your baby is fine.

No, no, no, no, no...

- Stop it!
- [Martha screams]

- [Colleen] Stop!
- [Martha] No!

No, no, no, no!

Dr. Markoe! Please,
where is my baby?

You know I know
what happens here!

I'll call the police! [whimpers]

Let me see her!

[babies continue crying]

[Martha crying] No, no! My baby!

[horse neighing]

- [women yelp]
- [man shouts]

[men shouting in distance]

[deputy warden] Dr. Kreizler.

Come to free the sinners?

According to your Bible,
aren't we all sinners?

In my book, butchering your own
child is a crime against God and man.

Despite your polished
shoes and shiny buttons,

deputy warden, I do
not believe your uniform

gives you the right
to pass sentence.

[woman yelps]

[man] Slow down!

- [horse neighs]
- [man] Whoa!

- I'm sorry. Please hurry.
- Watch where you're going!

- [whip cracks]
- [horse neighs]

[man exclaims]

[gasps softly] I can
still find her smell.

It's faint now...

but it's still there.

What are they
calling me? [sniffles]

Are they calling me a
monster, Dr. Kreizler?

You are not a monster, Martha.

It is the world
that is monstrous.

Good morning, Mrs. Schermerhorn.

I'm here to see Miss Howard

to receive an update on my case.

[Bitsy] Milly?

Milly!

What is all the racket?

Quick, Ida. All hands on deck.

You take the back stairs.

Milly will lead you
through to Miss Howard,

Mrs. Schermerhorn.

Thank you, Ida.

Why is Mrs.
Schermerhorn here today?

She got the dates mixed up.

Milly's asking after her dogs,
trying to keep her occupied.

Today, of all bloody days?

A woman is to be
put to her death.

We have no time for this.

They look good.

I feel positively
entombed in here.

Well, it was out
of order yesterday,

but it was supposed to be fixed.

[Sara] What progress
can we report?

We did a full inventory
of her silverware.

None of the servants
is stealin' from her.

Oh, you got a smudge.

The elevator's broke
again. She left in a huff.

Thank God for small
mercies. Milly, get the banners.

- The carriage is ready, Miss Sara.
- Thank you, Ida.

- Delmonico's, please.
- [driver] Yes, ma'am.

[Moore] Kreizler feels there's
a fair chance of reprieve,

but if we could use
your good graces to...

I... I understand,

but a woman's
life is at stake, T.R.

Whatever you can do.

Thank you, Teddy.

[sighs]

[string music playing]

[Violet] Talcum is
the talk of the town.

[laughter]

That's your leaving face.

Must you?

It's an important day,
V. An important story.

I know.

Your words will
make a difference.

I wish you would
work with my fa...

My godfather.

Your hours would be
your own at the Journal.

[softly] I think you mean
my hours would be yours.

You're so adorable.

I hate that you have to leave

me and poor Mrs.
Bamm Bamm all alone

when we're having such fun.

- Isn't that right, Mrs. Bamm Bamm?
- [whimpers]

I must leave, I'm afraid, V.

[panting softly]

Maurice...

I realize there's an
outstanding, uh...

but I was hoping to put
the luncheon on my tab.

Miss Violet asked that
the bill be on her account,

Mr. Moore.

Oh.

- Goodness.
- John, we must hurry.

Sure, fine.

Okay, well, uh...
thank you, Maurice.

[Moore] Ladies.

It's somewhat of a tight
squeeze in here, John.

[quietly] Yeah.

Sing Sing Prison!
And hurry, please!

[crowd chanting] Free Martha
Napp! Free Martha Napp!

Free Martha Napp!

- [barks]
- [clamoring]

Free Martha Napp!
Free Martha Napp!

It's a glorious
morning, gentlemen.

Mr. Byrnes! In what capacity
are you here, Mr. Byrnes?

The warden has
asked me to observe

to be sure that these
proceedings are just and fair.

We're demonstrating one of
the new wonders of the age.

The electric chair

is considerably more
humane than death by hanging.

Mr. Byrnes!

A fellow won't sh*t his
pantaloons in the chair...

a woman, neither.

Brave men do not
gather to m*rder a woman.

[clamoring]

[man] And what of Elizabeth
Cady Stanton's protests?

This is not courage.

- It's cowardice.
- [crowd cheers]

She was tried in a court of law.

Fairly tried.

- [dog barking]
- Where is the body?

This is an outrage!

[protesters shouting and booing]

[crowd] Justice for Martha!

[Elizabeth] We condemn m*rder!

Be careful, girls!

Justice for Martha!
Justice for women!

[protesters cheer]

[crowd clamoring]

[chanting indistinctly]

Sara!

Do what you can.

We will, Elizabeth! We will!

[Elizabeth] Save Martha
Napp! Save Martha Napp!

[Moore] Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Press!
- Let him through.

- John Moore, New York Times.
- Yeah, that's fine.

Sara Howard, New
York Police Department.

This is out of
date, Miss Howard.

My good man, we just
observed Thomas Byrnes,

the former commissioner

of the New York Police
Department, enter through here.

You did not peruse his papers.

Well, that's Mr. Byrnes,

and I think a former
commissioner deserves...

I am here from Washington under the
express orders of Theodore Roosevelt,

the Assistant
Secretary of the Navy,

and he reports directly,

directly to the President
of the United States.

So, officer, maybe you want
to think about that and hop to.

Yes, ma'am... Miss Howard.

You dissemble with
admirable ease, Miss Howard.

I have found being able
to tell a small, white lie

on occasion is a most
useful skill, Mr. Moore.

I don't mind
dying, Dr. Kreizler.

I don't.

But what I do mind

is dying and not knowing
what happened to my baby girl.

Can I ask you for something?

Ask anything of me.

When I'm gone,

you find her.

You find my baby girl.

You promise me, Doctor?

I promise you, Martha.

[sobbing quietly]

They will try to crush us,
but we will not be silenced!

[officer grunts]

[all clamoring]

[dog growls]

Get off of her!

[chain rattling]

[horse neighing]

[officers grunting]

[ears ringing]

[door opens]

If you find her, you
can give it to her.

[whimpering]

Roosevelt never called, did he?

There'll be no reprieve.

[water sloshing]

[whimpers]

Any last words?

Stop!

We have to stop this!

One of the female
agitators, I see.

This woman is innocent!

This is an outrage,
an abomination!

I am surprised, Miss Howard,

a lady of your bearing
should be participatin'

in such hooliganism
and lawlessness.

"A little rebellion now and
then is a good thing," Mr. Byrnes.

The words of
anarchists and agitators.

They're the words of
Thomas Jefferson, Mr. Byrnes.

Officers, please.

Miss Howard is a lady

with a constitutional
right to speak her mind.

Sara, we have lost the battle.

[breathing heavily]

- Enough.
- Let go of me!

I ask you all, as you sit
here silently spectating,

where is the body of
the m*rder*d child?

Where?

Shame on you.

Shame on you all.

[whimpering]

[sobbing softly]

[pounds on wall]

- [electricity zaps]
- [screams]

- [chair rattling]
- [electricity humming]

[electricity crackling]

[sighs]

[crackling continues]

Double it! 2,000 volts!

[crackling and buzzing]

- [crackling stops]
- [switch clicks]

- [sighs]
- [switch clangs]

[kids chattering]

Stevie will take you to
The New York Times.

Laszlo, wait.

I have no need for pity, John.

You should leave.

I would not be a friend if I
were to leave you alone like this.

But there is nothing you can say

that will make this day
seem any less objectionable.

Martha Napp put her faith in me.

And I shall write about her

and all of New York
will know of this injustice.

She will not have died in vain.

I'm not at all certain that
Martha did not want to die.

What do you mean?

She was already dead before
she entered that execution chamber.

Her only thought
was for her infant child,

and whoever stole
that child k*lled Martha

as surely as if they had
pulled the lever themselves.

[sighs softly]

[hooves clopping]

[ticking]

[muffled clattering]

[door creaks]

[distant clattering]

[door rattling]

Put your hands up and face me.

Stay where you are!

[gasps, sighs]

I could've shot you.

You would have been
doing me a service.

I can't seem to get rid of
the smell of burning flesh

out of my nostrils,
which is curious,

because it's no longer
a physical sensation,

but my memory of
what happened today.

[sighs] Come in, please.

What would you drink, Laszlo?

Would have a glass of burgundy.

I have American bourbon.
Straight up or watered down?

[Dr. Kreizler chuckles]

I will have that.

How goes it with your brave
new adventure, detective?

Seems that most of my
clients are rich, old dowagers

who think their servants
are stealing from them.

The curse of the greenback.

The more money they
make during the day,

the more they worry
at night over losing it.

The room is
unquestionably yours, Sara.

Well, the rent's
not unreasonable,

and we are on Broadway.

- What I meant was...
- I know what you meant.

You've surrounded yourself with
your most valued possessions.

And if I were of a mind,

I would tell you much
about who you are

by observing the ephemera
you've chosen to display here.

It's late, Laszlo.

If you would kindly refrain from making
a psychological profile of who I am

based on the
furnishings of my office.

Your father would
be proud of you,

seeing what you
have accomplished.

I would like to think so.

[Dr. Kreizler] Hmm.

It is curious, is it not...

at the time Mary Shelley
was writing this book,

there was a belief in galvanism,

that man could
reanimate the body

through the use of
electrical impulses?

- And today...
- Today we use the same potent force

to take the life of
an innocent woman.

Underneath our
skin, bone, and sinew,

which of us are not monsters?

It was indeed monstrous
what happened today.

I promised her I would
look for her missing child.

I and my detective
agency are at your disposal.

I'll help you in any way I can.

I need to first assess my notes
from my interviews with Martha,

and then I will
marshal all that I know,

all that I've learned,

to determine what
befell the child.

I can help you, Laszlo.

Thank you for the bourbon, Sara.

It was restorative.

[door opens]

And rest assured,

I will call on you should
I need your assistance.

- [exhales deeply]
- [door closes]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [vendors shouting]

[child] Today's
headline, Martha Napp!

First woman to suffer
death in an electric chair!

[girl] Gentlemen,
get your papers.

Papers here! Mister, your paper?

[boy] First woman to suffer
death in an electric chair!

What do you want?

Thomas Byrnes is
here to see you, Chief.

Well, send him in,
Monckton. Send him in.

[Monckton] Mr. Hearst
will see you now, Byrnes.

[Hearst] Don't stand
there, man. Come in!

[Byrnes scoffs]

Got something on
your mind, Byrnes?

Well, sir, first off,

I brung you a present.

What's that?

Uh, it's hair.

But more to the point,

the child murderess
Martha Napp's hair.

- Her hair?
- Yes, sir.

Cut from her scalp
before she met her maker.

I figured you could give
it away in the Journal.

People have a morbid fascination

with gruesome memorabilia,
in my experience.

You leave the running of
the Journal to me, Byrnes.

We may not be The
New York Times,

but neither are we
P.T. Barnum's circus.

Besides, that
story's almost over.

We'll remind the
American people of this fact:

She was a murderess
who got her just deserts.

Thank you, Byrnes.

Thank you, sir.

[Hearst] Monckton, get in here!

I need one of the brain
monkeys downstairs

to write a new column for today.

"Spanish spies in New York

bringing their
w*r to our shores."

- You get the picture?
- Of course, Chief.

That's what the common man
wants to read over his morning grits.

The United States
standing up to bullies.

[both speaking Spanish]

[Señora Linares
vocalizing softly]

[waitress in English]
Here you are, ma'am.

[fly buzzing]

You got a dime, lady?

[gasps]

For a sick soldier, who
served his country good, huh?

Sorry.

Spanish wh*re.

[breathing heavily]

[flash lamp snaps]

[crow cawing]

[horse neighs]

[indistinct whispers]

[breathing shakily]

[flash lamp snaps]

[indistinct whispers continue]

[horses neighing]

[children laughing]

[horses neighing]

[baby fussing]

[shushing gently]

[muffled heavy creaking]

[gasping]

[screams]

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, Elizabeth, it's me.

[Señora Linares sobbing]

[muttering in Spanish]

I didn't quite know
what else to do,

who else to call, given
the political sensitivities.

w*r with Spain seems certain.

Señora Linares
won't call the police?

No. Do you think the police will
want to provide even one man

to find the daughter
of their enemy?

[Elizabeth] This is why
we called upon you, Sara.

[sighs] I'm grateful
for that trust.

I can assure you, I will do my
utmost to help you find your daughter.

[Elizabeth] Well, yes, Sara.

Isabel and I...

hoped, we wondered if we
could use your good graces

to call your friend
Dr. Kreizler?

Dr. Kreizler had some
success, did he not,

with that dreadful monster who
was murdering young boy prostit*tes?

Indeed, he did.

And do you not think
his assistance in this case

would be invaluable?

Should I have a
need for an alienist,

I would not hesitate to ask
Dr. Kreizler for his help and insight.

But what the Señora
requires now, Elizabeth,

is an expert in the procedural
method of criminal detection,

because there is always a trail,

no matter the criminal's
stealth or genius.

And if you still hesitate to
consider me professionally,

I will remind you of the
prejudice against our sex

that could impede
this investigation.

Does it not take a woman

to know that a woman
who has lost a child

is neither hysterical
nor irrational,

and that she has
cause to be as she is?

That she must be heard?

You need a detective, Señora,

and a woman such as I with
the resources and the experience.

I see your pain.

I see your suffering.

And I care.

I care, deeply.

I want you to help me.

Isabella is sleeping now.

I'm afraid the trauma is
blocking her memory of the day.

Was the sheet there
when you came in?

I put it there...

because of this.

There's something about
this that feels curated...

staged like a work of art.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

- [j u d g e] Order in the court!
- [gavel pounds]

[Dr. Kreizler] Dr. Markoe
is not an alienist.

He has told the court
nothing about how

Martha Napp's professed
issues in mothering

could have conceivably led
to her murdering her own child.

[j u d g e] Dr. Kreizler...

[Dr. Kreizler] I demand
justice for this woman.

I demand justice
for Martha Napp!

Well, you can
demand all you like,

but this is my courtroom,
and my ruling will stand.

Execution by electric chair.

- [gavel pounding]
- [man, muffled] Dr. Kreizler?

Sir?

I believe I'm
done for the night.

[soft classical music playing]

[Moore] Laszlo.

Oh, John.

I've been reading a
monograph by Dr. Markoe,

Martha Napp's physician
at the Lying In Hospital.

Laszlo, may I...

He determined she suffered
from post-term psychosis,

but any symptoms
he describes here,

none of them were
displayed by Martha.

- Laszlo, I...
- His theories are preposterous,

- contradictory, and inane.
- [clears throat]

May I present my fiancée,
Miss Violet Hayward?

Oh. Miss Hayward.

V, this is Dr. Kreizler.

The famous
Dr. Kreizler? The alienist?

I hazard that I'm more
derided than acclaimed.

I fear if I spoke with
you at any great length,

you would know the
deep recesses of my mind.

Or the shimmering shadows.

Laszlo.

Sometimes you go too far.

I thought we were dining
a deux tonight, my darling,

but perhaps if
Dr. Kreizler is joining us,

he should pull up a pew.

I think Laszlo was...

Already leaving.

Every mind is like the
ocean, Miss Hayward.

There's surface
and depth in all of us.

[Moore sighs]

Good night, my friend.

Good night.

Whoever it is could've conceivably
come through any of these windows.

The staff swear blind they
had the windows closed at night.

Of course they do.

They're afraid of
getting into trouble.

You think in this heat they're not
going to at least open them for air?

They entered here. The
frame's been damaged.

Give me a boost, Bitsy.

Where does it go?

Leads to 5th Avenue.

They could be
anywhere in New York.

[Stevie] Dr. Kreizler,
ain't we wasting our time?

Time is never wasted
when one is thinking.

That is what is wondrous
about the human mind.

We may appear
still, yet all the time,

in here, we're
conducting symphonies,

solving the most arduous
mathematical problems,

and contemplating the
mysteries of the universe.

Doing all those things
right now, Doctor?

No, Stevie.

Dr. Markoe...

One moment, if
you please, Matron.

Count to ten and then tell me.

Dr. Kreizler is outside.

He gave me his
card to give to you.

Do not be alarmed, Matron.

We run a tight ship here,

and we do that by
discipline, order, and example.

An example needed to
be set with Martha Napp.

What will I tell him?

Simply tell him I'm indisposed.

On second thoughts,

tell him to go to hell.

I went to the hospital
and the morgue

like you asked, Miss
Sara, but we got nothing.

All babies accounted for

except for one,
but it was a him.

Poor little thing.

His head was swole up
the size of a cantaloupe.

It's difficult the first time you're
confronted with death, Milly,

especially when
they're so young.

Bitsy, will you take a
message to John Moore?

Ask him if there's been any
developments in the Martha Napp story.

There may be a connection.

Just tell them to call
if he hears anything.

This is a real case.

None of our previous
endeavors made a difference,

but this one does.

It's life and death, girls.

[bell ringing]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [train approaching]

If you're a good girl,

Nanny will get you a 5 cent
soda cream from the fountain after.

Can you do that?

[chimes ring]

- [music box playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

Good day, sir.

Good morning. Welcome
to Siegel Cooper.

Not too far, Eloise.

[screaming]

[telephone ringing]

[woman] Good morning,
New York Times.

[Bernie] This Martha Napp
article's not bad at all, John.

It's not up there with
Hawthorne, but it's not bad.

Are you sure you
don't want to go back

to the society
pages with your...

My own kind?

I think I've got quite used to looking
at your ugly mug every day, Bernie.

Mm. Don't know if I'm
gonna run with it yet.

There's a lot of big
statements here, John.

It's gonna make a lot
of important folks angry.

Did I mention that I'm angry?

What kind of world do we
live in for this to happen?

The blood of
innocents was spilt.

[telephone ringing]

[woman] New York Times. Hello?

- [Moore] Bernie, wait up.
- Yeah?

[Bernie] Walk with me, John.

Every other newspaper is saying
that she did away with her child.

I appreciate your ardor, but
to run a story, we need facts.

- We got any new ones?
- Bernie, hear me out.

I got a lunch at McSorley's with
someone from Boss Croker's finance

- committee in five minutes.
- Boss! Boss!

[Bernie] Who knows,
you give me some facts,

- maybe we can come back to it.
- [Maude] Boss!

[Bernie] Maude.

[Maude] I've been
calling you. This just in.

They found a dead baby's
body down at Siegel Cooper.

- When was this, Maude?
- Late morning.

Cops haven't even
confirmed it yet.

See where it leads, but go easy.

Thank you.

Maude, I need you to ensure
Miss Howard gets there directly.

Tell her what's happened.

[indistinct chatter]

- [flash lamp snaps]
- [laughter]

So what are we
looking at, geniuses?

There's toxic
abrasion in the mouth.

Burning.

Yeah, I know what toxic...

[chuckles] Abrasion.

Yeah, I know what it is.

[Marcus] Burning.

Of the mouth.

[Moore] I know I should've also
perhaps sent word for Laszlo,

but it's mere
conjecture at this stage

as to whether it's
the Napp baby or not.

[Sara] I fear this is
another missing infant.

Another?

I've been asked in confidence
to find the missing infant daughter

of Spanish Governor-General
Narciso Linares.

How long has the
child been missing?

Not long. Since last night.

I promised the mother
I would find the baby.

But Sara, you cannot
assume it's the same...

There was a bloody doll
found in the baby's crib.

It was left there,
presented like a trophy.

The doll was from Siegel Cooper.

I fear this is that child, John.

[sighs]

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

[officer 1] Run along, now.

[officer 2] Stand
back. Stand back.

Marcus! Lucius!

Sara. It's okay.

What can you tell
me about the child?

[Moore] Girl or boy?

It's a girl.

How long is she dead?

The child had
died quite recently.

It's hard to say for sure.

Oh, no.

Would it be possible for me
to have a look at the baby?

Please, it would
mean a great deal.

We just saw Doyle
and his men leaving.

He'll be back any minute.

We'll be quick.

[Moore] What is it, Sara?

It's nothing.

Oh, dear God.

[Moore] Is it the Spanish child?

It has similar markings on
its eyes to that of the doll,

but I don't believe so.

Is that blood?

[Marcus] Congealed blood, yes.

But perhaps some other matter.

What we hypothesize
was a toxic causality.

What my brother means
is we guess poison.

How do you guess poison?

There are lesions,
burns inside the mouth

consistent with
that type of material.

And the child was found where?

[Marcus] Here.

A girl was in the shop.

She picked it up
thinking it was a doll.

[sighs softly]

I think it would be useful to
have Laszlo come and take a look.

[Marcus] I can't
have you here, Sara.

I certainly can't
have Laszlo here.

Well, if not now, when?

We will send him a
message to meet us at the lab.

[flash lamp snaps, sizzles]

The child was
poisoned, you said?

Yes.

Have you identified her?

No. How could we?

Martha mentioned her child
had an identifying contusion.

May I?

A benign hemangioma
under her left axilla.

[exhales deeply]

It's what I feared.

So the dead child
is Martha Napp's.

[Dr. Kreizler] These
are the photographs

Marcus took of the Napp
child at Siegel Cooper,

and these are from the autopsy.

[Moore] The markings
on the eyes are so curious.

- It reminds me of...
- Posthumous portraiture.

[Dr. Kreizler] Memento mori.
Remembrances of death.

[Moore] Grieving parents
had the eyes painted on plates

to give the illusion
the child is still alive.

Do you think someone is grieving
for the child they have k*lled?

Grief can be
tangled, impenetrable,

elaborate, and tortuous.

[Sara] It doesn't
feel like grief, though.

It feels like a Pandora's
box of emotions,

someone who is
unmanned and untethered.

It feels diabolical.

[Dr. Kreizler] The doll is a
repository of the evil within.

- [baby crying]
- It allows the k*ller

to dissociate from
the cruelty of the act.

- It allows the k*ller to...
- To love.

It allows the k*ller to love.

Who could've done this?

A person in great pain,

retreated into themselves,
alone in their desolation.

Presenting to the world a face
to mask their own darkness.

[baby crying]

[Sara] Baby Ana
is at their mercy.

[Moore] Well, whoever
they are, they will k*ll again.

[continues crying]

We must begin.