02x05 - Belly of the Beast

[bunniefuu]

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

The eyes transform to
something more disturbed.

[Sara] You deserve
someone like me.

I asked you to marry me.
You said no, if you recall.

[Dr. Kreizler] I'm an alienist.

As am I. Karen Stratton.

[Sara] There is always a trail,
no matter the criminal's stealth.

[John] 247 Hudson Street.

[Cyrus] Goo Goo owns that place.

[Sara] We believe the
kidnapper is a woman.

I think the best plan

is that someone goes into the
Lying In Hospital undercover.

[whispering] There's
no babies up there.

They tell the women up
there they all had stillborns.

- [Sara] Libby.
- [Libby] Oh, my,

it's quite the armory
you have here.

A legacy from my father.

You saw who took your baby?

[Señora Linares]
Yes. I saw her face.

[Dr. Kreizler] The k*ller's
a person in great pain.

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

[eerie music playing]

[soft humming]

[baby coos]

[woman humming]

[loud knocking at door]

[knocking continues]

[knocking continues]

[baby coos]

Oh. I was looking for Marie.

Illness in the family.
She's gone to take care.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Now is not a good
time, I'm afraid.

[baby crying]

Oh, you have a child!

I think it's her
teatime. Goodbye.

I'll tell her you stopped in.

- [woman] Oh.
- [baby coos]

My poor girl. There, there.

[baby cooing]

Good girl.

[grunts]

Come here.

Shh.

[baby fussing]

Ah, there you go.

There you go.

[sighs]

- [baby crying]
- Ow!

[grunts]

[screams]

Stop!

- [crying loudly]
- Stop. Stop.

No.

No, stop, stop, stop.

My baby... my baby doesn't bite.

- [whines]
- [baby continues crying]

[crying continues]

This is all your fault.

Stop looking at
me, you stupid thing.

[baby crying]

[laughs]

Stupid, stupid.

You stupid thing.

[theme music playing]

I never meant to put you in
harm's way for a case, Bitsy.

Where do you think
she is now? Libby?

- No one knows.
- [sighs]

She gave me a real fright,

even before I saw
the syringe in her hand.

When she smiled,
she had black teeth.

Like in the Napp baby's mouth?

Do you remember anything
else that could help us find her?

I'll have John work on a sketch.

The photograph from
Central Park is unclear,

but it might be sufficient.

Get some rest.

I'll be by to see you later.

Sara.

There's another photo.

[Doyle] Do we
reopen the Napp case?

[Byrnes] Absolutely not.

The appearance of another suspect
only affirms what we already knew:

Martha Napp had an abettor.

[Dr. Markoe] Now
the larger matter.

Regarding the privacy
of our benefactors.

Sara Howard isn't
interested in that.

All she cares about
is the Spanish baby.

Yeah, but we have to
assume that she knows,

that her little undercover assistant
told her about the research wing.

We're here to protect
names and reputations.

Yes?

That's what we're here for, yes?

I need to be clear on
something, Markoe.

I'm in service
to this institution

because I think that helping
poor, unfortunate women

and their innocent children
to be a noble undertaking.

Well, I'm grateful you
recognize the value

of our charitable work here.

You have a holy ethos here, yes?

We do.

I'm a communicant

at the Church of
the Holy Sacrament

and paterfamilias
to five young women.

I ain't naive.

I understand that sometimes,

the way an unwanted child is
spared a miserable upbringing

involves telling their unfit
mothers that they lost 'em.

But the telling had
better be the extent of it.

Because if it ain't, I'm
coming after you myself.

Is that understood?

[Dr. Markoe] Understood.

[Doyle] And the names
of these gentlemen...

your nurses don't know them?

Well, there's one who
knows a little bit more.

Almost everything,
but I trust her.

You trust her?

The matron has
been with me for years.

[Doyle] Whatever the case,
we should question her, huh?

[Dr. Markoe] Well, she
was due a little while ago,

but she hasn't reported in yet.

[Byrnes] But first, we
should talk to this ward girl,

Miss Colleen Ledwidge.

[Lucius] Could be nothing,

but I did think it's curious

that today is the matron's
first absence from work.

You were right to
alert me, Lucius.

It's better we
talk to her first.

It's not much further.

And if we find the
matron in bed with a cold?

We apologize for any intrusion

and ask her to help
us find Libby Hatch.

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[distant shouting]

[shouting stops]

[doorknob clicks]

[door creaks open]

[Sara] Hello?

Anyone there?

[whispers] We have no cause
to enter this woman's apartment.

[revolver clicks]

[breathing heavily]

[flash powder bangs and sizzles]

This is monstrous.

It is appalling, I grant you,

but equally, it's enthralling.

If you look closely
here, what do you see?

Bruises on the neck.

- [gasping]
- [Marcus] She held her.

Most likely with a
knife against her throat.

[Libby grunts]

[Dr. Kreizler] This
was punishment.

She wanted to watch her die.

[humming]

[Dr. Kreizler] See
the life leave her body.

What is certain is that
she sought out this woman

expressly to k*ll her.

Her motivation's entirely
different from the k*lling of the baby.

[Libby humming]

[humming continues]

[humming]

[humming continues]

[Dr. Kreizler] She was
trying on another life.

[silverware clattering gently]

[Libby humming]

[woman screams]

[humming continues]

[knife swishes]

Lucius.

See if you can lift
her head for me.

[flesh squelches]

The eyelids.

Like the Napp baby.

[Moore] They appear to
have been drawn in blood.

Truly, she has lost her mind.

[Dr. Kreizler] Or perhaps
she's simply reordered it

to make sense of her actions.

[Marcus] I found something.

Acetanilide.

What about the charcoal powder?

None that I could find,

which means if she's
ingesting the poison,

it's passing to the child.

Without anything
to neutralize it.

We're running out of time.

[baby coughing]

[Libby] I'll leave
the light on for you.

[door creaks, closes]

[baby crying]

[chalk scribbling]

She stood right in front of
me, and I didn't even see her.

[Moore] So we're no
closer to finding this baby.

What do we actually
know about Libby Hatch?

Her shift in behavior...

Not simply a shift,
but a mutation.

Brutally stabbing a contemporary

is much different than
replacing a lost child with another.

Her attack on me,
it wasn't planned.

She waited until I
presented as a threat.

You posed a threat
to her, but the matron,

she sought her out in a
savage and bloody fashion.

In both cases, I'm afraid,
entirely understandable.

Well, Bitsy nearly died.

Sentimentality
will do us no good

in our search for her.

[Moore] What about the
escalation in violence?

Surely, that must
account for something.

It means that the
different people

who she presents to the world
can no longer be contained.

It means...

she's unraveling.

[indistinct chatter]

[cigarette sizzles]

[baby crying faintly]

[crying grows louder]

[woman] Excuse me.

Excuse me, can I, uh...

[crying continues]

- [people chattering]
- [bell ringing]

[man] Here it is.

[book thuds]

[Murphy] A comprehensive
gallery of known criminals

and those that
fraternize with 'em.

[Doyle] Here.

Now...

are any of these offenders

the nurse you know
as Libby Hatch?

I don't understand how any
of this is supposed to help.

So we can share her likeness

with our officers
combing the streets.

[Doyle] Keep looking.

Have you spotted something?

Ah?

Her?

Hm.

[Murphy] No name.
Only her aliases.

Looks like she likes to
hang out with gangsters.

You should go
home. Get some rest.

I've had better days,
but I'd like to stay.

Help you catch her.

Walk her home, would you, Milly?

Of course, Miss Sara.

If you'd like to go
walking sometime...

[Dr. Kreizler] If she's
replacing the lost child,

as we've surmised, in her mind,

that child is frozen in time.

Any growth beyond
that of her own baby

would be greeted
with skepticism.

A mother would notice the
slightest change in weight

or facial features.

One does not have
to have given birth

to understand such things.

I said nothing.

Perhaps the Linares baby
has overstayed its welcome.

Which means that Libby's actions

will be more
unpredictable than ever.

Should I run a likeness
of her in the Times?

I think we have to.

Fine.

I shall see to it it's
in the evening edition.

We found her in
Byrnes' mug shot book.

She looks different.

Different names, aliases
and the like but it's her.

She has a criminal record?

No, she's in there
as a known associate

of various criminal types.

They seem to operate around

Gansevoort Market
and Hudson Street.

Duster territory.

[Libby humming]

[baby crying]

Only two things that mewl.

[crying continues]

Cats...

and babies.

Maybe you're a cat.

A sneaky cat...

looking for a saucer of milk.

[crying continues]

- [grunts]
- [crying stops]

I won't forget you...

little cat.

I remember all my babies.

[man] Just one.

[Ding Dong] Give
it a shot of burny.

- [dog growls]
- That's a good girl.

[laughs]

[sniffs]

- [sniffs]
- [mumbles indistinctly]

[dog growling]

- [dog barking]
- [shouts]

Hey! Go after her! Come here!

[Fat Jack] Come
back here, you mutt!

Move!

[sighs]

What the hell was that?

Dog fights tonight.

I can tell they kicked off
when this place empties out

and they go make their bets.

At least it'll be civilized
for a couple hours.

Cyrus, do you know that woman?

Yeah, I know her.

I ain't seen her in a
while, but I know her.

Where? Where have you seen her?

Right here.

This is Goo Goo Knox's woman.

[Sara] So we need to find
Goo Goo Knox to find Libby.

[Moore] We should review
everything we have on the Dusters.

[driver] Whoa, there.

Giddyap.

I keep telling the girls
to turn down the lights

when they leave.

[door creaking]

Someone's been here.

My father's g*n.

It's gone.

Sara.

Libby.

I haven't really used
much of the room

since my grandmother passed.

This precaution isn't necessary.

I appreciate your concern,

but I do not require
a chaperone.

Well, then, you're in luck.

My presence is required
elsewhere this evening.

We need to go back
to Hudson Street.

It's the only address we
have for Goo Goo Knox.

[Moore] Libby is
a danger to you.

I insist you stay here
until she is in custody

or otherwise deterred.

[exhales heavily]

Sara, I said some harsh things,

and I've been thinking
about why I said them.

It may take some time
and possibly some courage

before I find the answers.

Now, please, bolt
the door after I leave.

[door opens and closes]

[knock at door]

- [knock at door]
- Not now, please.

[door latch clicks, opens]

What is it, Paulie?

[Paulie] I want to show
you another trick I learned.

Take a seat.

[chuckles nervously]

I hope it won't hurt.

It won't hurt.

And on the count of three.

One, two, three.

And voila!

[Dr. Kreizler speaks French]

[in English] Houdini himself
could not have done it better.

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

[silverware clattering softly]

Thank you.

It is very intimate.

I gather you mean
it's not Delmonico's,

and I entirely know
your point, but you see,

I quite like to dine
alone on occasion.

As do I.

To what shall we drink?

Let us drink to getting drunk.

[chuckles]

I'm not entirely
sure that is possible.

- I do not like to...
- To lose control?

[chuckles]

Behave indelicately.

Santé.

Your message sounded urgent.

Yes.

Truth be told, I've
reached an impasse

and I thought you might
shake some of the rocks free.

With a patient?

A criminal
investigation, actually.

The perpetrator is a young woman

who has kidnapped
several infants

and at least k*lled one.

Infanticide?

How unusual.

She's progressed.

In truth...

There are facets
of the female mind

I find very difficult to grasp.

Am I to be your subject
or your sounding board?

[chuckles]

The latter, of course.

But I'm puzzled to no end
by the actions of this woman.

Once I think I've
gotten a handle

of her motivations, she...

She surprises you?

Yes.

Exactly.

Yes.

That is why I thought
it would be invigorating

to engage on this...

with a colleague.

A colleague.

[chuckles nervously]

Another toast.

What shall we drink to this
time, Professor Stratton?

To collaboration.

[glasses clink]

[clock ticking]

[laughter and chatter]

- Sara.
- Cyrus.

I need to find Libby Hatch.

You said she was involved
with the Dusters with Goo Goo.

Please, go home.

Look, the only Duster
here is Fat Jack over there.

[ragtime music playing]

[glasses smashing loudly]

[sighs] Hey!

Please, Sara. It's late.

[Cyrus] All right,
enough of that, enough!

I can help.

Joanna, I don't wanna
get you into trouble.

I'd like to help you, Sara.

I know who can
lead us to Goo Goo.

[laughter and chatter]

- [laughter]
- [dog growling]

- [people cheering]
- [dogs barking]

[dogs barking]

[man] All right.
Who gets to play?

[glass shatters]

[chatter and barking continues]

[men shouting indistinctly]

[Sara] That's Goo Goo Knox.

Oh, my God. It's Libby.

What's the matter? Huh?

Baby makes you happy, don't it?

Something's different.

I don't think that
she thinks that...

- that I'm her mom.
- No, not this again.

You know I'd do
anything for you.

I'd k*ll for you.

That's so sweet, Goo Goo.

Whatever you want.
What do you want, huh?

We can get you a new one.

No, I don't... I don't
want any baby.

I want my baby.

- I thought I was your baby.
- [chuckles]

Is that your way of
asking me something?

Oh, you know it is.

[Libby] You want
a go, don't you?

[Goo Goo exhales]

Come to your mama.

[both moan]

[moaning]

I need you to get a message
to John Moore and Dr. Kreizler.

I'm not leaving you here alone.

It's vital that we enlist
all the help we can get

as soon as possible.

Be careful, Sara.

[string quartet playing]

[laughs]

You said you were ours
tonight, not the paper's.

[Hearst clears throat]

It's your turn. Ask a question.

What sort of question?

Well, to get to an answer
about who you are.

Ah.

Well, the only
answer that I require

is how The New York
Times manages to poach

so many stories from
right under our nose.

Well, it's a matter of
being in the right place

at the most opportune
time, I suppose.

Ah.

The responsibility of the journalist
is to report the news, but, uh,

John seems to prefer
taking part in its creation.

[soft laughter]

There's a person
to see you, sir.

A person, Maurice?

Not a gentleman or a lady?

You've intrigued us.

Bring this mysterious
creature to the table.

It's a matter of
some discretion.

More a matter of
urgency than discretion.

[guests gasp, chatter stops]

Perhaps you can find a
more discreet spot to talk shop.

[Moore] Sorry
about that, Joanna.

[sighs] It's Sara.

She's found Libby Hatch.

She's following her.

On her own? Where was she last?

Duster territory.

Hudson Street.

I know where she's going.

There's a telephone here.
I need you to call Kreizler.

Tell him to meet
me at this address.

The Isaacsons, too. We
may need the firepower.

[indistinct conversations
and laughter]

Darling, I must leave.

I don't know why you insist
on being involved, John.

Why not leave these
matters to the police?

Surely you would want me to
stop a violent criminal if I was able.

Imagine if they
were our little ones

and some madwoman
was on the loose.

Off with you, then.

Go and catch this
loathsome k*ller.

I had to earn the right to
live above the rules, my boy.

It had better be a
scoop you're after.

[dog barking]

[Hearst] I have heard no end
of complaints about this woman

and her investigative methods.

Moore follows her
around like a sick puppy.

Leaving dinner so abruptly...

[chuckles]

Well, frankly, Byrnes,
it's humiliating.

Scandalous lady detective...

bent on undermining
the sacred bonds of family

with untraditional friendships
with working women

and unavailable men.

That's a story that
maybe you'll wanna run

in the Journal, Mr. Hearst.

[sighs]

[dogs barking in distance]

[revolver clicks]

[door creaking]

[rats squeaking]

[unlocks door latch]

[Moore] Stop here!

[distant clatter]

[door creaks]

[footsteps]

[clock ticking]

- [horse whinnies]
- [driver shouts indistinctly]

You lost?

I'm a doctor.
Making a house call.

- A doctor?
- [grunts]

Must pay pretty good,
these house calls.

[stairs creaking softly]

[creaking continues]

[soft tapping in distance]

[door creaking]

You have me at a
disadvantage, Mr...

They call me Fat Jack.

What kinda doctoring do you do?

I tend to the
health of the mind.

How's that work?

Take your name. "Fat Jack."

An unlikely appellation
based on your physique.

[laughs] Yeah, I ain't fat.

It's a joke. Everyone
calls me that.

Prescribed names can
be inspired by affection.

But more often than not, it
serves a paradoxical intention.

What might seem
like a tribute is, in fact,

a true reflection
of one's disdain.

That so?

Put the weapon down.

[g*n clicks]

I thought we understood
each other, Miss Howard.

But you...

you're incapable.

Drop the g*n.

[g*n clatters]

- [shouts]
- [grunts]

[g*nsh*t]

Sara!

Libby...

I don't wanna hurt you.

[Libby groans]

[baby crying]

[panting]

[clock ticking]

[coughs]

[crying]

[Moore] Sara!

You found her.

[horse whinnies]

[driver] Whoa. Easy.

This is a tremendous
achievement.

And thoroughly impressing.

It was all of us who
helped to find her.

Not myself alone.

[Dr. Kreizler]
You're being modest.

It was you who
championed this case.

She's safe because of you.

Thank you, Laszlo.

[Señora Linares crying]

Hola.

[Señor Linares
murmuring in Spanish]

[laughs tearfully]

[Señora Linares
speaking Spanish]

[Moore] You were brave today.

[Sara] Yesterday.

Day's behind us now.

Well...

there's no harm in
acknowledging one's successes.

Nor one's failures, I suppose.

What I said,

I did so because I
wanted to hurt you

just as you had hurt me.

I know.

I'm deeply sorry.

I know that, too.

[Moore] Too often,
things said in anger

come from a place of...

of affection.

And what should
be spoken out loud

is left unuttered.

And life is too
short for that, Sara.

You will feel quite
comfortable here.

[soft music playing]