02x04 - Gilded Cage

[bunniefuu]

[Cyrus] Here's to your
engagement, John.

I hope she makes you happy.

[Marcus] It's the clothing
the Napp baby wore.

Steady hand. Perhaps
the work of a surgeon.

[Sara] Or a woman
who lost a child.

[Osgood] I care for
Helen greatly, Dr. Markoe,

but I can't afford the scandal.

[Helen] Where is my
baby? I want to see her.

[Dr. Markoe] Your child is
with the angels now, my dear.

Many of our staff
are simply ward girls

who, sadly, often lose
their infants in childbirth.

May I ask you something, nurse?

You can just call me Libby.

[Sara] What happened
in the hospital?

[Martha] No!

[Sara] I have the file on Martha
Napp from the Lying In Hospital.

The last person to
check on Martha Napp

was an employee
named Colleen Ledwidge.

[Dr. Kreizler] I was referred
to you by a wealthy family.

It's mainly the poor
who come in now.

[Dr. Kreizler] Do you
perform the service pro bono?

I do. It'd be mercenary
to charge them

when they've been
through so much.

I suspect your compassion stems
from a bereavement, Mrs. Carlisle.

My William departed this earth
when he was six-months-old.

Nothing compares
to losing an infant.

[horse neighing]

Remember, Bitsy,
if the k*ller is there,

it will be crucial to
be inconspicuous.

I'll be fine, Miss Sara.
I can handle myself.

I'll tell them I come
from a big family.

Worked as a domestic, mostly,

and a lot of the time,
I was with the babies.

No, tell them all
you know is babies.

Liars embellish the truth.

If you want to tell a
good lie, keep it simple.

I'll keep it simple, then.

It's best if you work
alongside the ward girls.

That way, you'll be able to
listen to everything and everyone.

[Dr. Kreizler] Most of these
images conjure the illusion

that the child is
merely sleeping, but...

these images here...

The eyes transform the
picture from a consolation to...

something more disturbed.

The eyes are hand-painted
onto the negative.

I've only made two
of them in all my years.

A grief that defied
understanding.

A grief without end.

As if by painting the eyes, she
could see through to the soul.

Where are the mothers now?

Took their own lives.

They had that look.

As if their spirits had
already departed this earth

and they were mere shades.

Grief is a wound that
sometimes never heals.

I am correct, am I not?

Memento mori.

"Remember you will die."

[theme music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[Sara] I don't know why the
Times bothers reporting the weather

when they are never
remotely correct.

Well, it's meant
to pass quickly.

It's mostly bills, I think.

This one's not.

[Libby] Hello? I'm here
to see Miss Howard.

I'm Miss Howard's assistant.

- She won't be a moment.
- Libby.

Uh, Miss Howard, if I
could get the file back?

I'm somewhat anxious about
being late to the hospital.

Uh, Matron is so...

unforgiving.

Come in.

Oh, my, it's quite the
armory you have here.

A legacy from my father.

Have you read the file?

Says that Colleen Ledwidge

was the last person to
check on Martha Napp

the night her baby went missing.

She was on duty that
night. Did her rounds.

I'm not a gossip, Miss Howard.

People who can't
stand up for themselves

are often unhappily
blamed for the sins of others.

[Sara] Libby.

Do you think that Colleen is
capable of kidnapping a baby?

Of m*rder?

[babies crying in distance]

[Bitsy] Where's the baby?

Stillborn.

But he gives us some fish

and a spot of
greenery to feel better.

He must like her
more than he did me.

Richard Osgood.

I was given the bonsai first.

Followed by some spotfin betta.

See, they like to
get you pregnant

to prove to their fellow financial
types that their pecker still works.

Set you up in an apartment
with fancy clothes and such.

[Bitsy] I'm sorry.

[scoffs]

Aren't we supposed to bathe her?

He's had her fixed.

Let's leave her sleep
as long as she can.

[sobbing]

[baby crying distantly]

[Matron] Check
with Dr. Markoe first.

- [woman] Yes, Matron.
- [Matron sighs]

- What are you doing, Libby?
- Nothing, Matron.

There was, uh, a body
on the track this morning.

That's why I was late.

The tram, it
hit... hit a dodger.

- [Matron] Get out.
- [Libby] Sorry.

Get to work.

[whispers] Stupid, stupid.

We believe the kidnapper
is a nursing woman

or had an abettor who was.

Either way, they were slow to...

Loathe, I'd argue.

To k*ll.

[Señor Linares] I
don't understand.

It has to do with a black
stain on the child's dress.

It is carbon. Powdered charcoal.

It is used as an
antidote to the poison.

We found both the antidote and
the poison in the child's stomach.

This may be interesting
for the Napp baby,

whom you did not save,

but you've done nothing for us.

[Dr. Kreizler] Like you,
Señor, I'm not of this place.

Other than you having
the added burden

of being seen as an
enemy of the state,

you and I experience
American authority similarly.

The police are not interested
in finding your child, Señor.

They think you staged
the kidnapping yourself.

I can corroborate that.

We are your detectives
on this case, sir.

Please, let me present
to you our theories

and tell you the steps
that we are taking.

We have identified the
poison used to k*ll the baby,

and we know that
the key ingredient

cannot be obtained
outside of a hospital,

one hospital in particular.

From which the Napp
baby was removed.

But you're all here.

We have someone
undercover at this very moment.

[Matron] If the
doctor instructs you

to administer more
chloroform, you do so!

She was refusing, ma'am.

You may finish the mopping.

I don't understand
what I have done wrong.

I know what you were
doing in my office.

Now mop the floor!

Take your apron off
first, and then do it.

You are stupid!

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

[indistinct chatter]

Who in blazes turned my
building into a flower market?

I believe you ordered them, sir.

For Miss Violet's party.

And you should've told me
what a godawful idea it was.

Yes, chief.

Thank you. Thank
you very much, sir.

Madam. Hudson River torsos.

- Hudson River torsos!
- [newsie 2] New York Journal!

- Dead bodies!
- Hudson River torsos.

Did you hear Millbank has
lent his Rhinebeck place

to the blockade planning?

Navy and Army are
bunking up there.

Now, how would a lowlife like
me get access to that information?

Oh, I would've thought it would've
trickled down to the masses by now.

Mr. Moore?

[Moore] Joanna. Right on time.

This is the girl you...

[Moore] Bernie, this
is Joanna Crawford.

Pleased to meet you.

How on earth will she be gathering
stories for the society pages, John?

I will apprise
Joanna of the event

and she will write it up.

We'll manage
brilliantly, won't we?

Yes.

You really wrote
that article on...

"Suffragism and
Emancipation: A New America"?

- That was my senior thesis.
- It was...

It was very good.

Thank you, sir.

- I'm very passionate about...
- We should show you the office.

Okay.

Carry on, then.

[hymnal organ music playing]

[whispering] I wasn't
sure you could come.

[whispering] I
couldn't leave till now

without anybody
getting suspicious.

What have you discovered?

Have you learned anything
about the maternal research wing?

It's where they keep the pregnant
mistresses of rich old men.

What's more the peculiar
is, there's no babies up there.

Why? Where are they?

That's the thing.

The women up there
now, they all had stillborns.

- All of them?
- That's what they tell them.

What can you tell me
about Colleen Ledwidge?

Well, she's one
of the ward girls.

Pretty tough character.

Markoe seems to have
a special interest in her.

[Bitsy] Mm.

[Sara] Bide your time.

Become friends with her.
Get her to confide in you.

[Bitsy] You see, the only
thing is something she said.

She's a ward girl, but
she started as a patient.

This big-time swell Richard
Osgood knocked her up.

Another one of his
girls, Helen Sumner,

came in to the
research wing yesterday.

Was Colleen's
baby also stillborn?

- I didn't ask her.
- See if you can find out.

There's something
else I want you to do.

Sure, what is it?

The Isaacsons
identified the poison

found in the body
of the Napp child.

I want you to see
where it's stored.

The drugs are kept
under lock and key,

but that's not a problem.

There ain't a lock invented
that I can't pick, Miss Sara.

[Sara chuckles quietly]

They said they're
aniline derivatives,

but they may have
different names,

so here's what
you're looking for.

"Acetanilide phenacetin."

There should be a ledger
indicating drug administration.

Maybe who signs for it.

Look for names, amounts,
and who takes it out.

- [muffled woman coughing]
- [baby crying in distance]

[latch clanks in distance]

[muffled footsteps]

[door thuds]

[lock clicks]

[door opens]

Oh, you gave me
such a fright. [chuckles]

[sighs] I thought my
heart was gonna explode.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Oh, well, you're gonna get into
bother if you're found in here.

It's off-limits.

But you already
know that, don't you?

Uh, no. No, I was looking for...

Oh, I believe you, then.

Colleen Ledwidge.
Ward girl, grieving mother.

She lost a baby, so she
replaces it with another one.

Kidnapping the Linares
child is servicing a need,

but there is a
violence to this case,

a fury seething within
the m*rder*r's breast.

Bitsy said that she was
enraged at the wealthy man

who had discarded
her, Richard Osgood.

She fits our profile.

Could a ward girl acquire
aniline without detection?

The Matron oversees the ward.

She no doubt places
the drug orders herself.

She seems the most likely to have
the access and the means to cover it up.

Matron wields her power at the
hospital with spite and venom.

Resentful, perhaps, of
what she does not have:

a child.

Although a woman who is a
wet nurse better suits the profile.

The Matron manages a staff of
wet nurses who bottle their milk.

She could administer that
milk to an infant if she wanted to.

I'd like us to not
lose sight of Markoe.

[Sara] Laszlo, the psychology
of the profile fits a woman,

and the evidence points
to one of these two.

But Markoe oversees the Matron.

He may not have taken the child,

but undoubtedly he knows more.

Well, as a cherished
friend of the Four Hundred,

he will be attending the
social event of the season,

as will Richard Osgood.

You can't mean to ambush
them at Mr. Moore's party.

It's our opportunity.

It's not ideal, but
John will understand.

[Dr. Kreizler] Will he?

[Sara] We can't simply
stand on ceremony, Laszlo.

What these two mean reveal

about these suspects
could lead us to baby Ana.

[orchestral music playing]

- [lively chatter]
- [orchestral music continues]

I must confess, it does feel
strange to be attending a ball

while there is a
child still missing.

- [cork pops]
- [crowd cheers]

[flash lamp snaps]

[dog barks]

[Sara] Over there.

I should say hello to our hosts.

- Where are you going?
- To observe our friend.

Sir, if you link the
Linares abduction

to Spain and Cuba,

there is a chance you
may spook the kidnappers.

So you think there
are kidnappers, then?

No, sir, not
necessarily, but it...

[chuckles]

Richard, the man is
marrying my own goddaughter,

and here he is hiding a story.

You know I work for
The New York Times.

The opposition.

[Hearst] The Linares
are clearly guilty.

- Guilty of what?
- [Hearst] Who knows, Moore?

Guilty of neglect,
conspiracy, fraud.

I wouldn't put anything
past them, even m*rder.

And perhaps the
child is back in Spain

and they're using
this as an opportunity

to gain sympathy from
the American public.

Well, they won't get it
from the Journal, Moore.

Of that I can assure you.

Mr. Hearst,

I honestly believe the
Linares family are innocent.

I would only ask that whatever
line the Journal takes on this story,

this tragedy is not
used to drum up support

against the Spanish
for the w*r in Cuba.

w*r with Spain over
Cuba is going to happen.

I think that's enough of
politics for tonight, Osgood.

Okay, Moore.

I'm sure Violet
is waiting for you.

- [door opens]
- [exhales sharply]

It's Byrnes here
to see you, chief.

Ah. Byrnes, my man. I
wasn't expecting you tonight.

I've come to pay my
respects, Mr. Hearst.

I brung you a gift.

It's for your goddaughter
and her betrothed.

- [chuckles]
- Stop it, Richard.

Mr. Osgood.

I don't believe I know you.

- Oh, I know you, sir.
- [both chuckle]

I know you.

Mr. Byrnes is my go-to
man for all sensitive matters.

He is very effective
and very discreet.

Thank you for the gift,
Byrnes. Very considerate of you.

Just, uh, leave
it with Monckton.

Uh, sir, um...

these are some
very fine cigars, sir.

Well, Violet fill find
it a wheeze, I'm sure.

- Monckton!
- [Monckton] Chief?

[Byrnes] Sir.

You can help yourself
to some hors d'oeuvres

in the kitchen on your way out.

- [sighs]
- I'll take that, Byrnes.

That's former Chief
Commissioner Byrnes

to you, Monckton.

[chuckles]

But hey, I won't
hold that against you.

Put it there.

Maybe your mother didn't teach
you manners growing up, Monckton,

so I'll forgive you for that.

I don't expect you to like me,

but what I do require,
is some respect.

And a modicum of civility.

- [elegant string music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

- Picking up any gossip?
- Mm-hm.

[sighs]

Remind me again what
your costume is, Miss Howard.

I'm a lady undercover
on a Sunday stroll.

[Moore chuckles] No
one would ever guess.

[flash lamp snaps]

[Sara] I have much to tell you.

I suppose you know
that Markoe is here.

Yes, I'm very aware of that.

Laszlo and I have agreed
to talk to him tonight.

Sara, we have nothing
to confront him with

except unsubstantiated
suppositions.

Need I remind you that
there is a child missing?

And need I remind you that
this is my engagement party?

The only thing you are succeeding
doing is embarrassing Violet.

Ah, Miss Howard.

[chuckles] How
lovely to see you.

Has my card made
its way to you yet?

My apologies, Mr. Gildersleeve.

My boss, Mr. Moore here,
has kept me so terribly busy

that I haven't had
a chance to reply.

[chuckles lightly]

- [switch thuds]
- [glass clinking]

Hello, friends!

Thank you so much for joining
us on this auspicious evening.

I am so pleased to be able to
honor my goddaughter, Violet,

and soon-to-be
godson-in-law, John Moore,

even though he has chosen a
very wrongheaded career path.

[laughter]

Where is John?

Down here, uh, dressed as...

A cub reporter for
the New York Times.

[laughter]

[Hearst] All the
news that's fit to print?

Your Mr. Peterson misses the
biggest stories in this city on the daily.

[laughter]

I thought the roast was saved
for the wedding dinner, sir.

Oh, this is my soap box,
boy. I'll say what pleases me.

But perhaps you'll forgive my
gentle ribbing when I present you this.

[crowd gasps and exclaims]

[all applaud, whistling]

[laughter]

The very first German-designed
luxury motorcar to hit our shore.

I've no need to extol its
many virtues to you, John.

John's been extolling
the virtues of public transit.

Because he can't
afford an automobile.

[laughter]

[Violet] Now, boys.

I am dusting him off
and spiffing him up.

The car is just one
part of the costume.

No more need to bother Miss
Howard for jaunts here and there.

[Oggie] Three cheers
for the Hearst largesse!

- Hip, hip...
- [all] Hurrah!

- [Violet] Hip, hip...
- [all] Hurrah!

- [Violet] Hip, hip...
- [all] Hurrah!

[laughter and applause]

[woman chuckles] Thank you.

The three agencies of
action within human nature

are appetite,
spirit, and reason.

Before me, I see appetite has
vanquished both spirit and reason.

I know who you are.
You're that damned alienist.

You've had quite the harem
at the Lying In Hospital.

A new girl in the research
wing, I understand?

Have you been spying on me?

I can have you removed
from not only this party,

but from the country
as a foreign undesirable.

A child went missing from
the hospital, m*rder*d.

The k*ller has
taken another one.

Damn you, man. This
has nothing to do with me.

It has everything to
do with you, Osgood.

To you, these girls
are merely playthings.

What of it? They
are hardly innocent.

Tell me, what do you
know of Colleen Ledwidge?

You think Colleen,
Miss Ledwidge,

is responsible for these crimes?

Colleen worked in service.

She was impressed by
fine clothes, a dinner out.

Perhaps I persuaded her to
think that my intentions were...

Honorable?

Is she violent?

Hot-blooded. Feisty.

Like a mare that
needs breaking in.

So you broke her in?

She didn't understand the rules.

What are the rules?

You take her
innocence, her youth,

her prospects in
respectable society,

and then you have
her child taken off her

and sent God knows where?

I thought her child had died.

A time for reckoning
comes to us all.

[flash lamp snaps]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

I'm concerned you're
being bought, John,

on the cusp of your
true independence,

on the finding of your
own powerful words.

I fear you're being seduced.

Well, I fear you're behaving
like an irritating sister, Sara.

How about, "What
a lovely party, John.

Please extend my thanks to
your generous bride-to-be."

Generous? She humiliated you.

- She did not humiliate me.
- She laughed at your expense.

It was a moment
or two of teasing.

That debased you.

If I'm not fussed by it,
then why should you be?

You don't care
about me particularly.

You made that quite clear
when I asked you to marry me.

You said no, if you recall.

She's unkind to you,
in public, no less,

which is not right
for you, John.

Don't you see?

You deserve someone who is
adventurous and curious and...

Someone like you?

Yes.

Someone like me.

But not me.

A yazoo tributary.

What?

It's an Indian name for a tributary
that runs beside a main river.

It flirts with joining it.

It comes very close,
but never does.

A woman exactly like that,

untied to the
suffocating social mores,

the very opposite of any
number of women down there.

And the opposite of you too.

So full of judgment, yet
trussed up like a turkey

in your corset and
your fancy dress.

I decided, unlike you,

that I want not to be alone,

childless, lonely, corseted.

You're no yazoo
tributary, Sara Howard.

In fact...

you're swimming right down
the middle of the stream.

[muffled baby crying]

Thanks for not ratting
me out to Matron.

I didn't know it was
the drugs closet.

That's okay.

We gotta stick
together around here.

I got secrets too, you know?

Not good ones.

Did you do something wrong?

Did I say it was me that
did something wrong?

No, just...

[whispers] I thought you were
talking about you and Markoe.

Me and Markoe?

[door shuts]

Colleen pretends to
herself it doesn't happen.

You don't ask her
about things like that.

You should say sorry.

[grunting softly]

[door opens]

What are you doing?
You need to be in bed.

[whispering] Please help me.

I believed all the
sweet nothings.

He can't throw
me away so easily.

Help me.

[indistinct chatter]

[crowd exclaiming]

[cheers and applause]

[women giggle]

[shushing]

- [woman] Where's Violet?
- She said we could go ahead.

V?

Lock the door.

- [lock clicks]
- [whimpers]

I do hope this is the
only key to the room.

Not absolutely, totally sure,

which makes it all
the more exciting.

- [Oggie] On your marks!
- [man] Come on!

[Oggie] Get set!

[both] Go!

[crowd hooting and clamoring]

[woman] Get the ring!

Are you mad?

[chuckles] My God, woman.

What has possessed you?

[crowd clamoring]

- [woman] Find the ring!
- [grunts]

It's mine!

[cheers and applause]

[whooping]

It's more than
somewhat depressing.

Such wanton extravagance
fills me with melancholia.

[crowd clamors, cheers]

It's like Versailles.

So far, I have counted
three Louis Quatorzes

and at least four
Marie Antoinettes.

What was it she said
to her starving subjects?

"If you don't have bread,

let them eat cake."

[laughter]

I think what she
actually said was,

"Qu'ils mangent de la brioche,"

which is, "Let
them eat brioche."

Although, of course,
brioche is a pastry of sorts

and at the time,
probably meant cake.

And I don't mean to be pedantic,

but I think you'll find there's only
three Marie Antoinettes, not four.

I think the one by that
monstrosity of a motorcar

is actually a Madame
de Pompadour,

chief mistress of Louis XV,
rather than a Marie Antoinette,

although your error is
entirely understandable.

Chief mistress?

Yes, it was an actual royal
court position, believe it or not.

And who are you, and what do you
do, and how do you come to be here?

I'm an alienist.

As am I.

[chuckles] You're teasing me.

Yes, I'm teasing you.

But it's also true.

Karen Stratton.

I was Violet's
professor at Barnard.

Well, she had me for a semester.

Professor Karen Stratton.
I've read all your work.

I'm Dr...

Of course I know
you're Dr. Kreizler.

Who in New York
hasn't heard of you?

And in fact, it seems as if all

of the most important
people in New York are here.

Even still, I didn't for the life
of me imagine I'd meet you.

It's quite the honor.

The honor is all mine.

Indeed.

I would very much like to...

- Perhaps we could discuss...
- My card.

Do call on me.

[chuckles softly]

[indistinct chatter]

[panting]

Richard?

- [woman 1] Oh.
- [woman 2] Oh, my.

[Helen] Richard!

[shouts] Why didn't
you come to me?

Didn't you know
what happened to me?

Where have you been?

Helen? Come, now, Helen.

I wanna talk to Richard.

[chuckling] Too much champagne.

Get your hands off her, Markoe.

She's deluded,
the poor creature.

Were you in the
Lying In Hospital?

If you touch her, I will scream
bloody m*rder at the top of my lungs

and then there will
indeed be a scandal.

What happened?

[sobbing] They took my baby.

[sighs]

They fixed me so I can't
have children anymore.

I thought he loved me.

He does love you, Helen.
And that's why he's asked me

to accompany you in his
carriage to the townhouse.

- What? He said that?
- Yes.

You sterilized her, Markoe? Is
that what you do to all of them?

She had an infection.
I saved her life.

Helen, Helen. Come.

Don't go with him, Helen.

You can trust
me. I can help you.

[sobs]

May I?

[exhales sharply]

[chatter and laughter]

[cigarette sizzles]

Shame on you.

[dog barks distantly]

- [driver] Hyah! Hyah!
- [horse whinnying]

[sniffles]

[clock ticking]

[crying]

[sighs]

The events earlier this evening
were simply a distraction.

There is a phenomenon
common in visual perception

that when something is
drawing the eye's attention,

an object, a source of light,

we become almost blind
to surrounding objects.

The human eye cannot help
but fixate on certain stimuli.

And in such cases, the
person isn't even aware

that their perception is
limited, so subtle is the effect.

The same can be
true of the mind.

And so it is with us, we
have gone off-course.

What are you saying, Laszlo?

That we are no closer to finding

the k*ller of Martha Napp's baby

or the kidnapper of Ana Linares?

- That Markoe has nothing to do with it?
- Precisely.

Dr. Markoe created a miasma
of corruption at that hospital

in which our k*ller is hiding.

But that may be
the extent of it.

[Sara] Señora Linares.

Please, have a seat.

- [baby fussing]
- Colleen.

One of them puked
all over the floor.

I only cleaned it an hour ago.

I'll help you.

Thanks.

Got any cloths?

I didn't mean
anything by what I said.

[Señora Linares] I
thank you for helping me,

but remembering is also a curse.

There was someone
there at the hospital

who did not behave
as they should.

- A member of the hospital staff?
- Yes.

Was Eva able to describe her?

She was a woman one
did not notice at first,

but she was
watching all the time.

Staring at Ana,
not touching her,

not caring for
her, but watching.

She looked back at me
and she left the room,

and I knew she meant harm.

She looked back at you?

Not at Eva?

[chuckles lightly] At me.

My God.

Señora Linares, the trauma and
fear had repressed your memories.

Your mind has
constructed a narrative

that placed Eva, and not
you, at the Lying In Hospital.

It means that you saw
who took your baby.

Yes, I saw her face again...

that day.

Right here.

[flash lamp snaps]

[baby crying in distance]

You ever have a baby?

But he didn't make it?

Can you have another one?

You mean did they sew
up my tubes like the others?

They tried to, but I...

I lost a lot of blood, so
they had to leave me intact.

[baby fussing]

Libby told me.

[baby cooing]

[shushing softly]

Colleen?

What happened to
Martha Napp's baby?

Sorry I'm late. I have them.

He printed them all
from that Tuesday.

[Dr. Kreizler] Do you
recognize anyone?

[Señora Linares gasps] It's her.

Oh, my God.

You know something?
You're a real nosy parker.

- Colleen...
- I didn't do anything!

And they're all blaming me.

I checked on the baby
and she was there.

Next, I heard her screaming.
How was I to know what happened?

- But do you know what happened?
- [grunts]

- [yelps]
- You're always asking questions!

Blaming me? What do you want?

Me thrown out, put in jail?
What are you, a snitch?

[Bitsy yelps]

[both grunting]

[gasps, grunts]

[horse neighs]

- The Lying In Hospital.
- Please hurry!

- [driver] Go on, now! Go on!
- [horse neighs]

Hup! Yah!

[whimpering]

Come back, snitch.

Bitsy!

- [banging on door]
- Open the door! Bitsy, open the door.

You can't stay in there forever!

Please!

Libby, Colleen's lost her mind.

Has she?

[door continues banging]

[driver] Go, go!

[Sara breathing heavily]

[horse neighs]

[Bitsy] Your mouth,
that's charcoal, isn't it?

You sure do ask
a lot of questions.

[grunts]

[Bitsy groaning]

[gasps, yelps]

[both grunting]

Oh, God!

[driver] Whoa!

[groaning]

Libby!

[nurses panting]

Doctor! Doctor!

[alarm bell clanging]

I tried to help her.

[Dr. Kreizler] What happened?

[Colleen] Libby locked
the door. I couldn't get in.

- Which way did she go?
- I don't know, she ran.

[Lucius] She only
managed a partial syringe.

Hurry.

[breathing heavily]

I tried to get in and stop
her, but I... I couldn't.

You did your best, Colleen.

She's gone.

[Sara breathing shakily] Lucius.

[gasping]

[Lucius] You're alive.

You're alive.

[panting]

[knocks on door]

[knocks rapidly]

Libby?

Excuse me?

What are you doing?

[Libby sniffles]

I... I am calling the police.

- [grunts]
- [Matron] Oh.

[sniffles]

I'll give you, uh...

[breathing shakily]

I'll give you ten
seconds to leave, or...

Or what?

You'll tell someone? [chuckles]

You'll... you'll scream?

You'll what?

[sighs] So...

So this is where
you live? [chuckles]

You know, it, um...

it looks matronly.

Perhaps too cluttered,
maybe a little cheap.

- What do you want?
- [laughing] I want...

[in shaky high-pitched
voice] I want to, um...

um... [chuckles shakily]

to... to come in.

[chuckles] To, um... Hm.

To lighten the load.

To, um...

to rest my weary bones.

To find sanctuary.

Sanctuary?

What have... what
have you done, Libby?

[choking] I...

[stifled] I can't breathe.

Do you understand
the feeling now...

I can't breathe.

That you gave to all
the girls around you?

The stain you made on them?

The life that you
tore from them?

[grunts]

How does it feel now to
plead for mercy with your eyes

because your words...

- [whimpering]
- even if they came...

they mean nothing?

[groaning and choking]

Stupid...

stupid...

stupid.

[humming softly]

[continues humming]