02x07 - Last Exit to Brooklyn

[bunniefuu]

[Moore] All I want is to
be worthy of you, Sara.

You're engaged
to be married, John.

[Dr. Markoe] A boy in your
care tried to strangle himself.

You, Dr. Kreizler, are suspended
by the state from practicing medicine.

Goo Goo Knox was
feeding from her.

You found the Linares
baby. The job's done.

If she strikes again, I'll
never be able to shed the guilt.

Help me find the
Vanderbilt child.

I am the lead
detective on this case.

Dr. Kreizler is most crucial.
I will need him reinstated.

I will not take orders from her.

Libby Hatch. Who is she,
and where is she from?

[Libby] My father, he
had an accident, too.

With him, it was a
rope over a bridge.

[Moore] "He is survived
by Malorie Hunter

and his daughter, Elspeth
Hunter, of Brooklyn."

And where would
Elspeth Hunter go

if she was hunted by the
New York Police Department?

Brooklyn.

[indistinct chatter]

[dogs barking]

[men laughing]

Where you going?

I get word someone
has a proposition,

you two ain't what
comes to mind.

[Ding Dong groans]

Mr. Byrnes, this is
a place of business.

And when mine is
complete, I'll be out of yours.

[Ding Dong groaning]

[Moore] What do you
suppose he's up to?

[Sara] Byrnes?

Drawing blood all
over the city, no doubt.

Why engage in police work

when violence and
intimidation will suffice?

He's treating this as a race.

Against time or against me?

Oh, more the latter, I suspect.

Although, you do
encourage the competition.

Me?

Oh, come now.

You enjoy provoking him.

You're a provocateur.

Even I have not
been spared that.

Sergeant Kelly.

I'm Sara...

Sara Howard of the renowned
Howard Detective Agency.

Welcome to Brooklyn.

Is this your footman?

John Moore of The
New York Times.

A news man.

It's intriguing pairing for
a detective, Miss Howard.

We're not all
scoundrels, Sergeant.

I'll have to take
you at your word.

So, this madwoman of
yours, she has ties to Brooklyn.

- Have you reviewed the case?
- There's no need.

A suicide like that,
you remember.

Near took his head clean off.

We suspect that man
may have been her father.

Do you know what became
of the wife and child?

I didn't follow up, I'm afraid.

I have a hard time seeing how that
girl could've grown into your k*ller.

- Why?
- Good family.

Lived just off Prospect Park.

- A family of means.
- [Sergeant Kelly] Yeah, very much so.

The girl was proper.
She did as she was told.

Not the k*lling kind.

Perhaps she
wasn't then. Not yet.

But given what
she's capable of now,

it stands to reason she's
been in trouble before.

[Sergeant Kelly] Hm.

- Do you mind if we have a look?
- After you.

[Ding Dong] I swear...

I don't know where he
is. [breathing heavily]

Goo Goo doesn't tell me sh*t.

Well, he's not an idiot.

But is he reasonable?

Reasonable?

Does he have a price?

Every man has a price.

For the baby, safely returned.

I don't care what
happens to the girl.

Nor to him.

There's more where
that came from,

once the child is
delivered to me unharmed.

Do you get what I'm saying?

[grunts in pain]

Do you get what I'm saying?

Yes.

Looks like you were
on to something.

Elspeth Hunter.

Confined at Blackwell's
Island asylum for two years.

What? Why?

For attempted m*rder.

Of her own mother.

[theme music playing]

- [woman singing in French]
- [indistinct chatter]

[Karen] I received a letter from
the Institute of Psychology in Vienna.

It is the first medical faculty
of its kind to include our field.

All tremendously exciting.

They have offered me a position.

I would depart in two weeks.

[server] Champagne?

[Karen] Thank you.

So you're taking it?

Unless you know of
a reason I shouldn't.

[singing continues]

[smacking]

I'd like you to meet
a colleague of mine.

Alice, this is Dr. Kreizler.

What's his pleasure?

His interest is
purely scientific.

So you like to watch.

Observation is the
best form of instruction.

Next to practice, of course.

Alice has been running this
alternative club for some time.

May I inquire as to your
preferred predilection?

Not so much a predilection as a
manner of existence, Dr. Kreizler.

Alice has both male and
female reproductive organs.

Alice's partner, Rose,

has a fixation identical
to that of your kidnapper.

Can you tell me about her?

Her desires
sometimes torment her.

She seems so lost at times.

It is as if she gains
life by suckling me.

I feel I'm her only
connection to the world.

May I ask, was Rose
abandoned, and if so, at what age?

She was four, left on a
doorstep by her mother.

Abandonment is a trigger for a
host of psychological ailments.

- Ailments?
- He means behavioral variations.

- Excuse me for a moment.
- Of course.

Decreased engagement coupled
with persistent compulsive drives.

And a desperation to
recreate profound bonds

that she has been
denied for herself.

It suggests a detachment
from other human beings.

A loneliness sated by obsession.

[baby cooing]

The water looks so calm.

That's where we should go.

We should climb aboard
one of those big ships

and see where the wind takes us.

[baby fussing]

Nothing is beyond our
means if we want it enough.

Stay off the streets
until I get back.

Folks know your face, and
the Pinkertons are out looking.

[baby cooing]

Don't worry.

I'll save you some.

[indistinct chatter]

Look who climbed
out of his hidey-hole.

I need our boys
to do a collection.

We just did one.

Well, do another one.

All customers paying two
months ahead, on my orders.

And you meet me
tomorrow with the money.

Sure.

Listen, uh, that Doyle

came about with some old
cop offering money for the baby.

What? How much?

More where that
came from, he said.

For the baby?

Sounded like you and
the girl are off the hook,

supposing you take him
up on the arrangement.

Kid must belong to
someone important.

Hey. What about a finder's
fee? A token for my honesty.

Now that's for your honesty.

You don't wanna see betrayal.

I have studied these books

in the hope of unlocking
aspects of the inner life

that people cannot or
dare not give voice to.

Paraphilia,
inversion, perversion,

urning, dioning,
all of these I knew.

The way one can know the features
of the moon through a telescope,

but we may never know what
its surface feels like to touch.

I understand more from
walking into that room

than Krafft-Ebing
or Havelock Ellis

could have ever taught
me in 100 volumes.

And I call myself an alienist
without having reckoned with this.

Perhaps I deserve having
my license taken away.

That is your conclusion
from the experience?

Dare say, Laszlo, your mind
may be the most foreign of all.

The club, have you
been there before?

Are you asking
professionally or personally?

I like to keep my mind open to
new experiences. New feelings.

[telephone ringing]

[Dr. Kreizler] Hello?

Sara, please slow down.

- [boy 1] Mister.
- [boy 2] Spare change?

[Byrnes] Get out of
here. Get out of here!

[boys giggling]

- [boys exclaiming]
- [coin clatters]

It's hard to tell whether
he's being playful or barbaric.

Get out of here, you
little urchins. Get, get, get!

With Byrnes, I think it's
best to assume the worst.

Are you quite sure
we had to invite him?

Before I sh**t the lot of youse.

We agreed to keep
each other informed.

Has he told you
what he's been up to?

I thought as much.

What?

What is it?

Have you thought about
what it means for us?

I have thought of nothing else.

[chuckles softly]

He's here.

Who better to track
someone responsible

for endangering
the life of a child?

Byrnes is pleased that
I have summoned you.

Shall we? I have an
engagement this evening.

[Byrnes knocking on door]

Mrs. Malorie Hunter,

we have some questions
about your daughter.

I read the papers. I've
been expecting you.

That's a nice
little place, isn't it?

Aspirations.

[Sara] Mrs. Hunter, you must
have some idea where she might be.

I have no idea where she is. I
haven't seen Elspeth in years.

This is all I have left of her.

Does she have any
other family in the city?

No.

Friends?

Someone she might
turn to for help?

Places she might go?

I wouldn't know.

It was just the two of us
after her father's... accident.

Elspeth was the perfect child.
She never gave me any trouble at all.

She went to school with children
from the finest families in Brooklyn.

As clever as any of them
and she was a beautiful dancer.

We lived in Paris for a year,
studied at the school of ballet.

Why do you suspect your
husband k*lled himself, Mrs. Hunter?

How am I to know?

He had a nervous disposition.

- Was he under the care of a doctor?
- Not that I was aware of.

He was raised in the country.
The city made him uncomfortable.

Perhaps he'd simply had enough.

I imagine it was difficult
for a man from the country

to maintain the lifestyle to which
you had become accustomed.

Why do you think your
daughter attacked you?

- Had she been violent before?
- Not that I recall.

You told the police
she tried to k*ll you.

Something prompted
her to act so aggressively.

A fight, perhaps.

Over the baby.

You might as well
tell us everything.

It was a girl.

Where is she now?

The Children's Aid
Society took responsibility.

Elspeth didn't
have the capacity.

Because she was
still a child herself.

She was unstable...
incapable of being a mother.

She couldn't care for it.

So you took the child
against Elspeth's wishes.

She came at me with a knife.

I was fortunate to
escape with my life.

That's the story
you told the police.

But that's not what really
happened, is it, Mrs. Hunter?

She never touched you.

Are you calling me a liar?

You were a woman of means.

The Children's Aid Society
wouldn't take the baby

unless you could prove your
daughter was a danger to it.

Otherwise, they were
your responsibility.

- And that's the last thing you wanted.
- How dare you!

[Dr. Kreizler] So you fabricated
a story about her trying to k*ll you.

You inflicted a profound
trauma on your daughter

from which she never recovered.

You abandoned her,
you abandoned her child,

and you created a k*ller.

[whimpers]

I didn't know what would happen.

Of course you did.

It gave you back your freedom.

The freedom you had
since your husband's death.

You didn't have to
care for anyone now.

Not the baby, nor the
daughter you drove insane.

I was doing what was best.

For her or for you?

You failed her then,
but you can help us now.

Does Elspeth know
where the child is?

No.

[crying]

I never told her.

I have the papers
from the orphanage.

[Byrnes exhales]

My God, Laszlo.

Do you think Libby's come back
to Brooklyn to find her daughter?

I don't know.

But the child is in
great danger either way.

If Libby Hatch didn't attack her mother,
how'd she get the scar on her face?

She gave it to herself.

[baby cooing]

I got you something.

[Libby chuckles]

It gets cold at night
on them ocean liners.

You mean it?

I found our way
out of this mess.

Vanderbilt's offering a reward.

All we got to do is
give up the baby,

and we're on the next ship out.

You'd sell him?
You'd sell our baby?

He's our baby.

The damn Pinkertons
are after you.

- They're not gonna stop, Libby.
- No.

- You stole a g*dd*mn Vanderbilt.
- No!

[baby crying]

You know he's gonna
end up like the rest of 'em.

Might as well get something
for him while we can.

No.

No.

- [Goo Goo grunts]
- [groans]

[baby wailing]

I'm doing this for you.

[sobbing] No, no, no.

[door opens and closes]

No!

Her name is Clara.

For her own grandmother
to make her an orphan...

Are you not at least
curious to meet the girl?

Our presence would do
more damage than good.

We'd be upending her
already delicate world order.

- These records will have to do.
- [knock at door]

[door creaks open]

[Sara] Gentlemen.

[Dr. Kreizler] You
brought them. Good.

Memory boxes. Is there
cause to re-examine them?

Libby's mother
reignited my interest.

They may contain a
clue to her whereabouts.

This is the first memory
box Libby constructed.

Deterioration of the photographs

tells us it's older
than the others.

I remember her first victim.

[Dr. Kreizler] The child in
the photograph is not a victim.

I suspect it's the daughter.

Libby mourned her when
her mother took her away

as if she were dead.

Do you think she knows
where the girl is now?

No. Assuming we
believe Mrs. Hunter.

If Libby knew where her daughter
was, she would have retrieved her.

There would be no need to
recreate her with these other children.

"Recreate her."

That's a disturbing thought.

- [man laughing]
- [indistinct chatter]

[men grunting and shouting]

[man] Out of the way! Move!

[Ding Dong] He
said he'd be here.

I ain't lying to you.

Well, next time you see him, I
have a message I'd like you to relay.

[Ding Dong screaming]

I propose a different course.

A different different course.

We've learned that the
madwoman had a child of her own,

one that was ripped
from her unceremoniously.

So Kreizler was correct
in his assessment.

Begrudgingly so,
I admit, yes, sir.

He believes that this is the root
cause of her baby stealing, as it were.

I intend to put this to the test

by means of luring Libby
Hatch from her hiding.

If I know where you're going with
this, Vanderbilt will hate us for it.

But he'll have his
baby back in the end.

How much is this
going to cost me?

I have a proposal on behalf
of Mr. Cornelius Vanderbilt.

Laszlo. I apologize.

It was not my intention
to intrude upon you.

I didn't want to wake you.

Sleep is a rare commodity
for us both these days.

I phoned John to let him
know where you were.

- I hope you don't mind.
- Of course not.

That was very courteous of you.

Did he say anything?

Only mumbled about extremes
you're willing to go to avoid him,

either confrontation or
conversation, I forget which.

Both apply.

If you'd like to
talk about it...

I would not.

Would it help if I already
knew what it was concerning?

No.

There must be a
clue in these boxes.

Libby's mother is a
very interesting woman.

She lacks empathy,
even for her own daughter.

Why choose to have a child if
that was not what she wanted?

Perhaps she genuinely
believed herself capable.

Or she felt pressured.

It is a woman's
purpose, after all.

[sighs]

You ready?

- Come on ahead.
- [door opens]

[photographer] Great. Hold it.

Perfect.

Like you're showing her around.

This way, miss.

[flash bulb explodes, sizzles]

Let's get one by her new bed.

[baby crying]

Libby?

[shushing]

[baby continues crying]

Stop! Stop!

No! No.

[Libby grunting]

Let go, damn it!

[both screaming]

I'm sorry I took him,
but I couldn't do it.

I hate you. I hate you!

You're just like
the rest of them.

No! I came back for you.

- [flesh squelching]
- [screaming]

[breathing heavily]

[straining, yelling]

Libby, I came back for you.

[baby wailing]

And our boy.

I came back for our boy. Huh?

We're a family.

[Goo Goo] Huh?

Our boy.

[baby continues wailing]

Oh!

Such a good boy.

Such a good boy.

Oh! Such a good boy. [sighs]

[chuckles] Such a good boy.

[baby fussing]

[Libby chuckling]

What is this?

What is this?

It's about your
daughter. I'm sorry.

[Libby mumbling]
No. What is this?

[sobbing]

- Where have you been?
- It was a long night.

If I were you, I'd
expect another one.

Why? What's happened?

That b*stard.

[Sara over phone] He's
gone behind my back

and used that child to
lure Libby out of hiding.

And your fiancée's father
A*DS him in the deceit.

Vanderbilt must
have endorsed it.

- I hope you're not defending them.
- Of course not.

I'm simply trying to deduce
the sequence of events

so neither of us
goes off half-c*ck.

- Oh, I intend to...
- Sara, take a breath.

Have you spoken with Laszlo?

He's on his way to pick me up.
We're headed back to Brooklyn

to see if we can wrestle the
poor child from their clutches.

I shall deal with Hearst myself.

There's another conversation I've
been meaning to have with him anyway.

Fine. Wait...

I shall update you later.

I'll be in touch.

[Hearst] Perverse?

I don't think you want to go
down this road with me, Mr. Moore.

Is there no outrage you will not
defend in the name of free press?

Libby Hatch sells more
papers than the w*r.

And what of the child? Have
you no concern for her well-being?

Well, as far as I can see,

her quality of life has
elevated significantly.

I wish I could say the
same for our beloved Violet.

- But ever since you...
- This has nothing to do with Violet.

That's the problem, isn't it?

She seems to be of
no concern to you at all.

- You're out of line, Mr. Hearst.
- Am I?

Your private affairs are
of no concern to me, John,

as long as they remain private.

Unfortunately, your
relationship with Miss Howard

is out there for all to see.

Now I say this man to man.

I think we both understand

there's a transactional nature to
your marriage, as there is with many.

But Violet is a lovely young woman
and I do not wish to see her hurt.

Nor do I.

Then you know
what you have to do.

Must run to a meeting.

The whole family is gathering
at Delmonico's tonight

to argue out summer
plans in Newport.

We draw lots for the
bedrooms. It's good fun.

I'll expect to see you there.

[horse whinnying]

- You live here?
- We're with Byrnes. Step aside.

Open the door!

Shut your bone box. She
could be here any minute.

Vanderbilt put me
in charge of this case,

and I will not allow
you or Mr. Hearst

to exploit the poor child
in his name or in mine.

Mrs. Hunter
consented to the plan.

You said it was a personal
favor to Mr. Vanderbilt.

[Dr. Kreizler] Your
granddaughter is an innocent.

She does not deserve to be
paraded around for the papers,

or used as a lure.

Clara, you're coming with us.

We'll keep you safe, I promise.

She's coming.

Spotted three blocks
away in a striped jacket.

Shall we pursue?

No, no. Let her come to us.

Results, Miss Howard.
The results will out.

[bell tolling]

[laughter and chatter]

[knock at door]

[Byrnes whispering] Don't
be nervous, sweetheart.

Just let her in. The boys
will take her down in a flash.

[g*ns c*ck]

[breathing heavily]

[Byrnes] Where'd
you get this coat?

She said I could keep it if I
deliver something to this address.

What'd she give you?

She said to tell you there
was one for each of you.

[sighs]

[alarm blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

It was smart bringing
them out like that.

I want to see her.

There's too many of them.

Libby, we have to go.

[driver] Giddyup.

Libby.

Libby.

There! Over there! I
see 'em! Over there! Go!

[men shouting]

We should split up. They'll
be looking for both of us.

[people grunting]

- [woman] Hey!
- [Doyle] Get out of the way!

Okay.

You run along now.

You can come out.

Come out.

Keep coming.

That'll do.

The b*llet was a nice touch.

But I got one for you, too.

Tell me something.

My daughter.

What's she like?

Mute, maybe. Or plain stupid.

Screwed up in the head
like her mother, I'd imagine.

Now, down on your knees.

Vanderbilt's gonna be pleased
when I walk in with you and that baby.

Real pleased.

Now get your hands
behind your back.

[Doyle scoffs]

She's down here!

[choking]

[girls giggling]

[Dr. Kreizler] Clara.

I told you about Dr. Stratton.

Hello, Clara.

Stevie, would you mind
showing her around?

[Stevie] Sure. This way.

It's all right.

She has a difficult road.

One I won't be able
to help her navigate.

The loss of your
license is only temporary.

At least the institute will
remain open in the interim.

I appreciate your assistance
where that's concerned.

Of course.

What happens next with the case?

More deaths.

Today's events guaranteed it.

If we're working tonight, I can
cancel my plans with Lucius.

No, I insist you keep
them. Give him my best.

Are you okay, Miss Sara?

You seem out of sorts.

I'm frustrated.
Furious, truth be told.

After the stunt Byrnes pulled today,
who knows what Libby's capable of next?

I'd rather you not be alone.

- Shall I call Mr. Moore?
- No.

Then I will reschedule dinner.

Please, Bitsy, I'm fine.

But I appreciate your concern.

If you love him, you
must tell him, Sara.

A time will come
when it's too late.

[sighs]

[classical music playing]

[server] Will you wait for
Mr. Moore or shall I take the order?

There's no need to wait.
He'll be along directly.

Are you sure of that, Chief?

We spoke today as men, Violet.

That's more than I
should say on the matter,

but nor will I see you fret.

I'm not fretting. Not tonight.

It would sully the whole summer
to plan it with a sour heart.

The summer you are
to be married, my dear.

Mr. Moore will have
the Vichyssoise to start.

- [Violet] Very cold.
- And the porterhouse, rare.

With spinach.

You know his tastes
almost better than I.

[laughs]

I well might, darling.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?
- [Moore over phone] Oh, thank God.

I'm so relieved
to hear your voice.

I've been expecting you.

Kreizler said you
left him hours ago.

I'm sorry. There was more
work to be done at the office.

Have you uncovered a new lead?

Sara, if you refuse
to speak to me, I...

I've not refused.

You have, and it's unbearable.

I think you know by now
that I find it particularly difficult

and I have trouble...

Expressing?

Yes, expressing.

But I thought what we
did was rather wonderful.

As did I.

However ill-conceived
it may have been.

Are you saying you regret it?

No.

That's not what I meant.

But we did not think it through.

What it was...

The question is not what was...

It's what is...
and what will be.

I'm asking what you want.

Damn it, Sara, I can't
do this anymore. I...

This talking in
circles, it's maddening.

John...

I will make a decision
for the both of us, if I must.

Very well.

Good night, Sara.

[Moore] Delmonico's.

[telephone ringing]

One moment, please.

[telephone ringing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

John?

What have you done with her?

Where is she?

Where is the baby you
stole from the Vanderbilts?

I didn't steal him. He's mine.

- Is she yours or is he yours?
- They're both mine.

- Are you sure?
- Stop.

It's a simple question.

I saw you and that
doctor taking her away.

Do you want to see her?

Because if you
give the baby back,

- perhaps I can arrange...
- Give him to you?

No.

No.

I'd be charred up faster
than poor Martha Napp.

Cornelius Vanderbilt
can broker your freedom.

All you have to do is
return the child unharmed.

He offered us money
already, but we didn't fall for it.

What I'm offering is a
chance to reunite with Clara.

But you can't keep that baby.

He belongs to someone.

You of all people must
understand that pain.

You spent time with her.

Yes.

That Irish cop, he
said she's like me.

Doyle?

I don't know his name.

I slit his throat.

He stained my shirt.

He said that she, uh...

Is she off in the
head like her mom?

Can you tell me?

We're going to help her.

- And we can help you, too.
- No. No!

No. [chuckles]

You're the one.

You.

You ruined everything.

You stay away from her.

[g*n c*ck]

[both grunting]

[glass shatters]

[g*n c*ck]

[breathing heavily]

Put the g*n down.

Put the g*n down or he dies.