02x02 - Something Wicked

[bunniefuu]

Where is my baby?

You know I know
what happens here!

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

[Sara] This woman is innocent!

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

You find my baby girl.
You promise me, Doctor?

An example needed to
be set with Martha Napp.

[electricity zaps]

[Moore] I shall write
about this injustice.

I wish you would work
with my father at the Journal.

[Maude] This just in.

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

[Sara] I fear this is
another missing infant.

[Moore] Another?

- [Sara] You need a detective, Señora...
- [screams]

and a woman such as I

with the resources
and the experience.

I've been asked to find the missing
daughter of Spanish Governor Linares.

[Moore] Is it the Spanish child?

- It's what I feared.
- So the dead child is Martha Napp's.

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

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

[Sara] Who could've done this?

A person in great pain.

[Moore] Well,
whoever they are...

[baby crying]

they will k*ll again.

[train rumbling]

- [chopping]
- [grunting]

[Goo Goo] g*dd*mn bone.

Where's the bone saw, Ding Dong?

[Ding Dong] I left it
on top of the block.

Here.

There you go.

[dog whining]

[saw scraping]

[Ding Dong snorts sharply]

[Ding Dong groans]

Those boys won't be telling
any secrets where they're going.

Not anytime soon.

There's a bone for Bonaparte.

More where that came from.

La-di-da. [chuckles]

[bone crunches]

[grunting]

[dog barking]

[theme music playing]

[Bernie] Another missing
baby doesn't change anything.

Doesn't matter what
Crazy Kreizler thinks.

Forgive me. That's what
he's being called, John.

You think that Markoe
is really going around

kidnapping babies
and k*lling 'em?

No.

But let me accompany
Miss Howard,

see if I can find a connection
between the two infants.

It seems circumstantial.

One of them is this poor
kid in the Lying In Hospital.

And the other one, what, a
child of a wealthy diplomat?

It doesn't add up.

Sorry, sir.

But if we're right, Bernie,

not only do we
vindicate Martha Napp,

but we conceivably have
the scoop of the century.

- I promise you.
- That's a big promise, John.

- Hearst isn't gonna like it.
- I daresay he won't.

And I doubt very
much he's gonna like

his future son-in-law
palling around

with the fragrant
Miss Howard, neither.

It's not like that, Bernie.

Isn't it, John?

- [indistinct chatter]
- [metals rattling]

I told Bernie that the doll
connects the two cases.

He said it was still
speculation and that

there was not enough
evidence to conclude

that there is a serial
k*ller of children.

In fact, he thought it was
an outlandish proposition.

- But...
- But did he give you

permission to
investigate the story?

Indeed he did.

Bravo.

Laszlo's going to accompany
me to the Spanish Consulate.

I'm going to interview
Linares's servants.

[Moore] You think the
servants are hiding something?

Not necessarily, but we
have to at least rule them out.

[Dr. Kreizler] If indeed
they are hiding something,

the latest research suggests
liars will give themselves away

by the smallest
of facial gestures.

Oh, nonsense, Laszlo.

A moderately accomplished
liar can maintain

a decent poker face,
as I know only too well.

Let me demonstrate.

How do you feel about...

small dogs?

Stop it, Laszlo.

Pomeranians? Chihuahuas?

- Maltese?
- I know what you're doing.

I merely asked you one question,

but I seem to have made
you decidedly uncomfortable.

[Sara] You've proved
your point, Laszlo.

What is that in your hand?

Behold.

A public lecture by Dr. Markoe.

[chuckles] The
audacity of the man.

I intend to be there

to ask questions and perhaps
hasten his fall from grace.

[Sara] You have no proof.

Only questions he
need not answer.

But it is a public arena, Sara.

He will have to answer me.

[Sara] No, he doesn't.
He detests you.

Nevertheless, what if
it was not a Dr. Kreizler

asking the questions,
but The New York Times?

Well...

if nothing else, we will
see if he can dissemble

more proficiently
than you, John.

Sounds like a plan. Let's go.

Good day, John.

Goodbye.

Pass me Albert, please.

I don't see why you
have to name them.

I have their
measurements written down

beside their rabbit name

so I can calibrate carefully
the amounts of poison

I need to administer.

You could call them a number.

Pass me number four, then.

[Marcus] You better
destroy these records.

Doyle can't find
out about any of this.

Number four.

Albert.

[chuckles softly]

[Dr. Kreizler] You say Señora has
no memory from earlier that day,

but we should speak
to her again about this.

She's deeply
traumatized, Laszlo.

Any further questioning
would undoubtedly feel

like an interrogation to her.

[Dr. Kreizler] I'm talking
about something else entirely,

a way to gain entry to
her unconscious mind.

What do you mean?

There have been
bold new advances

in the field of hypnosis, Sara,

from the Salpetriere
School in Paris.

I hardly think it's
appropriate to suggest

a method so untried and untested

as a cure-all for finding
their missing child.

Let us first
interview the staff,

and then we will
proceed from there.

[Sara] Please, sit.

And what is your name?

They call me Frances. Frannie.

And tell me, Frannie, are there
any poisons kept in the house?

[Frannie] Poison?

For the vermin...
rats, sometimes.

We had rats in the garden,

so the Señora asked us
put down poison outside.

How long have you worked
for the Linares family?

For two years now.

They're good people.

And what is it you do?

Eyes over here, please.

What is it you do?

I'm the cook.

Would you say the
Señora is a good mother?

[cook] I mainly
stay in the kitchens.

And how many people
work in the kitchens?

Usually it's only me and Cook,

unless the Ambassador got a
reception on and they got guests.

Have you ever brought the child

to the Siegel Cooper
Department Store?

[breathing shakily]

Please, ma'am. Don't cry.

You minded the child.

Most of the time, yes.

Do Señor and Señora
seem happy to you?

[whispers] Laszlo.

[Señor Linares]
Gracias, Dolores.

- You spoke to everybody?
- I believe so.

Is it possible that I could
speak with your wife,

Señor Linares?

She is resting.

It has been such an ordeal.

But it's important. Perhaps...

Not today.

I understand.

I'd hoped our interviews would
have yielded more fruitful results.

The only two avenues open to us

are the doll from Siegel Cooper
and the body of the Napp child.

That's all we have to go on.

The reason I don't want to
raise the idea of hypnosis

is that I'm of the
firm conviction

that Señora Linares
would strongly disapprove.

It is your case, Sara.

[tapping]

[Dr. Markoe] Who amongst us
would not be similarly fallen from grace

were we born into such misery?

When these young women
should be practicing chastity

to lift themselves
above destitution...

[door slams]

[murmuring]

Too many of the lower
classes give in to seduction.

[heavy footsteps]

However, it is not my place
to render moral judgement

on the souls of
these poor women.

All I can do is
give them succor.

Thank you.

How very good of you not
to render moral judgment

on the souls of these
women, Dr. Markoe.

You mock me, Dr. Kreizler.

But only because
you lost in court.

Your vanity
demands satisfaction.

There's been a child found.

m*rder*d.

[Moore] John Moore,
New York Times.

The body of the child was
found in the department store

after Martha Napp was ex*cuted.

But who's to say that the
child is in fact the Napp baby?

I took it upon myself
to observe the autopsy.

Dr. Kreizler was able to
make a positive identification.

It was emphatically the child.

Perhaps the alienist is wrong?

[laughter]

[Dr. Kreizler] Does this
amuse you, Dr. Markoe?

You had a mother ex*cuted,

and now there's proof
she was not a m*rder*r.

That is an outrageous
claim to make, Dr. Kreizler.

Outrageous.

How do you account for a woman,

under your medical supervision,

now lying six feet
under in Potter's Field?

How do you account for her
child now being found dead,

manifestly not
m*rder*d by Martha?

Would you now care
to explain yourself?

How many more
innocents must suffer?

[man clears throat]

- Finally.
- Mm.

You know that damned Kreizler
accosted me here tonight?

Asking questions in
front of all my colleagues

about this damned dead baby

they found in a department
store or God knows where.

The man's a nuisance.

Who was that gentleman with
him from The New York Times?

That would be John Moore.

They've been known to consort,

interfering with
police business.

Him and, uh, Sara Howard.

The alienist seeks to ruin
me and the Lying In Hospital...

seeks to ruin all of us.

He's like a dog with a bone.

A dog just needs to
know who his master is.

I'll take care of it.

We'll fix him and
the rest of his pack.

Hey, Bitsy, is it all right
if we go straight through

- to her office?
- Of course.

She's expecting you.

- Hello, Lucius.
- Hello.

[Moore] If I'm not
very much mistaken,

this was not part
of the plan, Laszlo.

Gentlemen, do we have
results from the autopsy?

We're still analyzing
the poisons.

However, we have
identified one component.

It's a nightshade.

Hyoscine if we were to surmise,

a calming agent, but...

Lethal in too big a dose.

Where can one acquire it?

Most apothecaries stock it.

It requires, however,
a specialist training

to be able to administer
the correct dose.

Which would indicate
someone with medical expertise.

But we found something
else interesting

in the black substance in
the Napp infant's mouth.

Initially, we thought it
was congealed blood,

and in fact some of it was,

- but we also found...
- We found powdered carbon.

Carbon is sometimes used
as an antidote to poison,

- is it not?
- Yes. That is so.

It appears the amount
of poison ingested

was only enough to render
the baby unconscious.

So how did the baby die?

Our conclusion
is lack of oxygen.

[both] Asphyxiation.

So someone poisoned the baby,

changed their mind,

and then gave the
baby powdered charcoal.

It certainly seems like a...

perverse act of compassion.

And then decides
to smother the child.

[Moore] There are no
dolls on display today.

Why display the child
in such a public place

if not to shock and cause pain?

If the intent is to cause
pain, then to whom?

To the customers of the Siegel
Cooper Department Store?

Who are predominantly...

Monied.

We're here to see Mr. Hessler.

And what is your name, madam?

Sara Howard.

Certainly there are no
poor huddled masses here.

Sara, my darling!

[gasps] You are exquisitely
appareled, my dear.

And who's this handsome devil?

I don't believe I remember being
invited to an engagement party.

Sterling, you are outrageous.

May I present a
colleague, John Moore.

John, Sterling Hessler.

Between ourselves,
there's another child missing.

[Moore] We fear she's been
stolen by the same beast

who left the poisoned
infant on display here.

Can you help?

The doll is our only lead.

Please, tell me
what it is you need.

We need more barium chloride
and ammonium sulphide.

[door shuts]

It's an unseasonably hot
day for such butchery, Lucius.

A day like today...

You want an ice-cream
soda, am I right?

Marcus isn't here, Mr. Byrnes.

As a matter of fact, Lucius,
you're the man I came to see.

- Me?
- That's right.

It's a sensitive matter.

A delicate matter,

involving your brother and you

and Miss Sara Howard
and Martha Napp.

See, I make it my habit to
keep myself informed. I read.

I read the Greeks.
I read the Latins.

But the Chinese...

the Chinese is most
useful for learning.

They got expressions
for all manner of situations

that might present themselves.

Confucius, Sun Tzu...

great men, great thinkers.

The expression from the
Chinese that comes to mind is this:

"Sometimes you have to k*ll
a chicken to frighten a dog."

You are loyal,
Lucius. I respect that.

But mark my words, I
will not come after you.

I will come after your brother.

What do you want?

Information.

That's all.

[Sterling] Let me see...

The doll is called Ruby Red.

[sing-song] Ruby
Red, where are you?

Oh.

Mrs. Winslow, Mrs. Brewster.

Annie, that's the Van
der Meer governess.

[hums softly]

Oh, goodness.

This one's odd.

They only signed
their initials "E.H."

This E.H. bought the Ruby
Red doll that we're looking for?

The very same.

Unfortunately, there does
not seem to be an address.

Well...

[pages flipping]

Well, E.H. purchased
the Ruby Red doll

on at least four
previous occasions.

- But no address?
- Mm, well,

let's see. Mm-hm.

Wait.

Yeah, there's...
there's a fifth doll.

The entry's from
July last year, and...

there's an address.

Hudson Street.

[Moore] Hudson Street is a
preserve of ruffians and hoodlums.

Oh, hogwash, John. I
doubt you've ever been there.

Have you?

Its reputation
speaks for itself.

It's simply not safe for
a respectable woman.

I'll be protected by
the cover of darkness.

If you're that concerned
about my well-being,

you're welcome to accompany me.

Unless, of course,
you're otherwise engaged.

No, no.

We shall go together.

It's settled, then.
I'll see you tonight.

[indistinct chatter]

Will Mr. Moore be
joining us tonight, Violet?

[Violet] Yes, I
certainly hope so.

My two boys need to
get to know each other.

He will make a good match.

The Schuyler Moores can trace
their lineage back to New Amsterdam,

not that I pay much
heed to such matters.

This will cover the running
of a small Caribbean nation.

Be prudent.

Thank you, Papa.

I mean, W.H.

Violet,

you may call me Papa
in the privacy of my office.

Perhaps I should call
you Chief, like your staff?

[door opens]

Miss Violet.

Thomas Byrnes is
here to see you, Chief.

Mr. Hearst.

[door shuts]

Another child is missing.

The daughter of the
Spanish consular general.

They're keeping it hushed up.

Now, these folks, these muckety-mucks
with the Spanish government

neglected to tell the police
department about the missing child.

Public suspicion could
easily be flamed up

if word of this got
out to the authorities.

Agreed.

Something must be
done about it, in that case.

Nice work, Byrnes.

I won't be long, my dear.

[sighs]

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

but I can't afford the scandal.

I know you do, Richard,

and you've come
to the right place.

We are men, after all.

It is normal for us to
desire beautiful things.

Will she be able
to... Will she...

have her full health again?

If you mean will you
be able to love her

as ardently as
you have, then yes.

With some rest and confinement,

she should soon
be restored to you.

And the child?

That will not
concern you, Richard.

Rest assured, there
will be no scandal.

[baby fussing]

[baby crying]

[continues crying]

[metallic thud]

[baby crying]

[Bitsy] I got you something.

Thank you, Bitsy.
I'll eat it later.

Miss Sara, you ain't been
eating or sleeping properly.

It's not good.

I can't stop thinking
about poor Señora Linares.

I don't know what it's
like to be a mother, but...

[Bitsy] I know.

There's a saying in Yiddish:

"Mothers hold their children's
hands for a short while,

but their hearts forever."

Her heart must be breaking.

- [elegant string music playing]
- [laughter]

It's just arrogance.

That's the ultimate problem.

The arrogance of
these damn Spanish.

This is Old Europe acting like
savages down there in Cuba,

and we simply look
weak if we allow it.

They don't remember that
they're in our neighborhood.

No other great power would
allow this on their doorstep.

So why on Earth do we?

Oh, but these bicycles!
How does one stay on?

You sit on the saddle,

place your feet on the
pedal, and push off, I believe.

Is that right, John?

John knows about these things.

It's two wheels, and
if you go fast enough,

the velocity sustains
the momentum.

I think it's
altogether a hazard,

and so unbecoming.

A horse is easier to mount.

[giggles]

I know, my dearest,
you must dash.

Moore.

You're abandoning ship.

My apologies, but duty calls.

[chuckles]

Surely your duty
lies with your fiancée.

Indeed it does, Mr. Hearst.

But unfortunately,

some newspaper stories

are unearthed under
the cover of darkness.

[chuckles]

When you're
married to Miss Violet,

we cannot have you
working for the opposition.

You must come work for me.

The hours are more
social. [chuckles]

Goodnight.

Sir.

You're dressed for a party.

Have I taken you away from
an important social event?

[Moore] And you?

You look as if you're
dressed for a funeral.

I'm dressed for the night, John.

We must see and not be seen.

[men chattering rowdily]

[rowdy laughter]

We can always turn back.

Where would the fun be in that?

[distant shouts]

[Moore] 247.

It's long abandoned.

[Sara] St. Ignatius
Boarding House.

For transient people, no doubt.

[Moore] We can still
find out who lived there.

The landlord had suspicions
about one of tenants, perhaps.

[laughter]

John.

Quick. Over here.

We should leave.

It's a bit late for
that. Come on.

In here.

[metal clatters]

[sleeping man groans]

[coughing]

[wheezes]

It's nothing. Only a bum.

[scoffs]

[whispering] Dusters.

[man] Come on, fellas.
Let's go to Cyrus's.

[indistinct shouting]

[man] Slow down!

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

[piano playing in saloon]

[loud chatter and laughter]

- [dog barking]
- [men shouting]

Yeah, he's gonna
bite him really hard.

This is why it's not safe for
you working down here, Joanna.

According to you,
I'm not safe anywhere.

[Cyrus] We gotta
get you a good job,

working for one of those
rich white families uptown.

I want what's mine just like
anybody else on this world.

Just like you got this bar.

And if I have to fight
for my equal rights,

I will.

That's the problem
with fighting,

somebody always get hurt.

- [dogs barking]
- [men shouting]

These people are up next.

[sighs heavily]

[Cyrus] Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Please!

[dog barking]

No dogfighting.

The dogs'll scare
off the ladies.

Uncle Cy?

[dog barking]

Dogs out!

[ragtime tune on piano]

They come in here
about once a week.

They drink at all the establishments
in the markets and the docks.

Miss Sara, I think
you ought to leave.

These boys is not civilized.

Cyrus, I'm quite capable
of handling myself.

You ever hear about them
kidnapping children for ransom?

I wouldn't put anything
past them, Miss Sara.

These boys are K*llers.
They ain't got no conscience.

Which one of them is in charge?

Well, Goo Goo's not here.

That tall, skinny one,
they call him Fat Jack.

And the one next to him with
the bowler hat and missing teeth,

that's Ding Dong.

They're bad, but they're like altar
boys compared to Goo Goo Knox.

[Moore] We found an address
which may be connected to the case.

An old boarding house
called St. Ignatius.

Hudson Street 247.

- Did Goo Goo live there?
- [Cyrus] Yeah. Goo Goo owns that place.

It burned down
last year, didn't it?

Do you think it's possible
to introduce us, Cyrus?

I don't think that's
a good idea, John.

Ding Dong.

How you doin', Mr. La-Di-Da?

You slumming it with
your pretty lady here?

What do you want with Goo Goo?

You don't much look like cops.

John Moore. I'm from
The New York Times.

I wanted to talk to
Goo Goo, Mr. Knox.

You want to talk to Goo Goo?

What if he don't
want to talk to you?



It's about a missing baby.

I ain't seen him in months.

[Stevie] What you
wanna do, Dr. Kreizler?

The Señora will
be with you shortly.

Thank you.

[Señora Linares]
It's a Cecilia Beaux.

She presented it
to me at her studio.

Did you commission a portrait?

No. I paint as well.

I even exhibited at the
Exposicion Nacional de Bellas Artes

in Madrid when I was younger.

A great honor indeed.

Of all of Spain's painters,

I think I admire
Francisco Goya the most.

He was able to
turn his gaze inward

and depict his subconscious
desires and horrors.

Dr. Kreizler.

Yes, Señora. Please
forgive the intrusion.

I had hoped to find
your husband at home.

My husband is in his office.

w*r is still a possibility
between our countries.

Our situation is unimaginable,

yet still my husband must attend

to his consular duties.

Miss Howard is not with you?

No, Señora.

Miss Howard's considerable
skills are being deployed elsewhere.

And matters of the human
mind are my field of expertise.

Why have you come?

My servant informs me

you think you know
a way to find Ana?

In a manner of speaking.

I believe I can help you
access your memory of that day.

Through hypnosis, we can
mine your unconscious mind...

Dr. Kreizler, I think you have
been less than honest with me.

I apologize, Señora.

But what I'm proposing
could make a difference.

I do not think it
would be helpful,

and it's altogether
inappropriate.

I believe it's the trappings
of tricksters and liars.

I understand your
skepticism, Señora, I do.

But if there were memories
hidden beneath your conscious mind

that could help
rescue your child,

do you not think it
worthwhile to seek them?

Dr. Kreizler, you
do not know me.

You do not know what it
is to be a mother to a child.

Eva will escort you to the door.

Forgive me, Señora.

I did not mean to offend you.

[boy] Excuse me.

[man] All right,
lock it off! Let go!

[crowd exclaiming]

[Marcus] The flesh and
the spine have been cut

with some kind of crude saw.

These missing patches
of skin are interesting.

Looks like they've
used a scalpel.

[Marcus] In all likelihood,
to remove identifying marks.

Probably a tattoo.

[Doyle] Oh, the stench.

It's like that of a charnel
house down here, Mr. Byrnes.

Hence the cigar.

You never get used to the smell.

Never.

It'd make a body sick.

Damn Dusters.

Hoodlums is all they are.

It weren't hoodlums that
done this deed, Captain.

The poor misfortunates
you see butchered before us

is Cubans.

It was the Spanish
that done this.

The murderers is Spanish?

It would be most helpful
for the headlines if they were.

Ah, I get you now, Mr. Byrnes.

Well, there's also some nefarious
goings-on at that Spanish Consulate,

if the department
were interested.

Oh, indeed we are, sir.

Supposing I was to tell you
that the child of one of these

big-shot Spaniards
up and vanished,

but not one of them has spoken
a word to the lawful authorities.

Now, I ask you, Captain, what
sort of people do such a thing?

People that need to be
investigated, that's who.

[Doyle] Mm.

[bell jingles]

[Maude] John?

You were looking to
track down Goo Goo Knox?

The word is, the two
men he was feuding with

ended up dead in the Hudson.

- Where?
- West Side Piers.

Maude.

Would you be so
kind as to put in a call

with Miss Sara
Howard, 808 Broadway?

Tell her I'll meet
her down there.

[dog barks]

[dog whines]

Oh, no, no. Hey, hey.

No photographs.

Respect for the
faithful departed.

Cubans have families too.

I'm sure we can
make an exception

for the Hearst
publication, though.

Just wait till things calm down.

[laughter and chatter]

[laughter continues]

George.

It's John. John Moore.

You knew me when
you were a bouncer

at the Concordia Garden.

Of course, Mr. Moore.

Had to toss you many a
time, didn't I, huh? Yeah.

Oh, no.

So, uh...

the police are
saying it's Cubans.

But you heard different, huh?

Word has it

that Goo Goo Knox
had an altercation

with two fellas by the name of
Chick Gillen and Mallet Murphy.

Goo Goo got one of his dames to
get comfy with 'em both, and then...

they slit their throats.

George, I need to
talk to Goo Goo Knox.

- [coins rattle]
- It's important.

Get out of here. Come on.

Leave it to me.

[snorts, sniffs]

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Get off of him!

[men grunting]

[men cheering]

Here's to Chick and
Mallet, wherever they are.

[men cheering]

You, you, come.

Hey, mister, you got a cut.

[laughs]

[man] Stand back, people.

Stand back.

You're a long way from
Fifth Avenue, pretty boy.

How you doin', John?

Now, you look to
the North, the South,

the East, and the West,
and you'll see my men.

Now, some of them is only
boys, but they is still my men.

You won't make
it out of here alive.

[grunts]

Now, you been asking a lot
of questions about me, huh?

You know who I am?

Goo Goo Knox.

Now, one push
through the thorax,

and you'll be chokin'
on your own sweet blood.

[Sara] You do that, and
I will put a b*llet in you.

[g*n clicks]

I ain't afraid of dyin'.

Well, maybe you're afraid
of walking around a eunuch

for the rest of your life.

Over here, John.

Now, what you want with me?

What do you know
about 247 Hudson Street?

I don't know nothing about that.

We heard you were the owner.

Oh, yeah, that place.

I got a lot of property.
It's hard to keep track.

I'm a... [clicks tongue]
regular J.P. Morgan.

You know anything
about a missing child?

You got me mixed up with
someone else, is my guess.

You know who lived at 247?

[Goo Goo] It's a boarding house.

Mainly, uh, p*mps and
wh*res and the like.

High-quality trick-turners.

Do anything you
want for the right price.

And maybe one of them
has your kid, 'cause, uh,

sure as hell I don't.

Now, if there's nothing else,

me and Ding Dong gotta go.

We got a, uh, party to go to.

- [laughs]
- Two friends of ours is goin' away.

[laughs]

I'll be seeing ya.

[Ding Dong] Get
out of here, boys.

[chatter and laughter]

[crying]

Miss Sara, we've had a
phone call from Señora Linares.

She's not happy.

[string quartet playing]

I explicitly asked you not to contact
the Linareses, and yet you did.

I can see that you are
angry with me, Sara.

Angry? I'm not angry, Laszlo.

The word "anger" doesn't
do justice to what I feel.

What you did was a violation
of my trust, of our friendship.

Even if you are angry
with me for the moment,

let us at least eat.

You're infuriating.

Madame, terrapene a la Trenton.

Bon appétit.

I do not want terrapin soup. I
don't like it. I've never liked it.

And yet you insist on this
archaic notion of ordering it for me.

You don't listen to me!

What would you like to eat?

In fact, I would like a
glass of bourbon with ice.

- In my defense...
- Don't.

I think about the promise
I made to Martha Napp.

You truly think
that Señora Linares

would benefit from a
session of hypnosis?

I do so, Sara.

What is fascinating
about hypnosis

is that the memory
is not suppressed

as we would understand it.

The hypnotized self is
dissociated from the waking self,

and this is what allows a patient
to see a lived experience anew,

as if in a dream.

I could have lost
this case, Laszlo.

And I know I'm their only
hope of finding baby Ana.

Sometimes detective
work is about profiling,

sometimes it's about
simply observing.

I did observe something

at the Spanish Consulate
today that aroused my curiosity.

I saw a woman, a
member of the staff.

She let me in today

and appeared to be a close
confidante of the Señora.

She was not
presented for interview.

We must talk to her, then.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

I ordered aspic de foie gras.

Laszlo.

Dommage.

Eva, contact Narciso
in Washington.

[Eva and Señora
Linares speaking Spanish]

[whimpers]

What is this outrage?

Señora Linares is being
apprehended and questioned

about the disappearance and
possible m*rder of her baby.

This is insanity.
This is not legal.

I think you'll find it is.

Why else was a missing
child not reported?

[Sara] For the very reason
you're demonstrating.

- Who ordered this?
- [Eva speaking worriedly]

Shut the door.

I said desist
immediately! Desist!

Señora, Señora!

[both speaking Spanish]

Captain Doyle, I
applaud your bravery.

My bravery?

Your bravery, Captain.

The Linareses have
diplomatic immunity.

So if you do arrest
her and charge her,

there will a diplomatic
incident of the highest degree.

And while it may
hasten a w*r with Spain,

it will also hasten your
ignominious departure from the force

and cause a stain on our
reputation in this world,

so yes, I salute your courage.

It wasn't my call.

I think you will find that being
aware that this is an ill*gal act,

you, and you alone,
Captain Doyle,

will be called to account.

What's it to be, Doyle?

[sighs]

It's bully boys, Señora, and
bullies don't like to be stood up to.

This is why we could
not go to the police.

This is why.

[Señora Linares crying softly]

What is it?

We need to talk to this woman.

- What is your name?
- Not Eva.

You don't need to talk to Eva.

I'm afraid we do.

Eva...

[both whispering in Spanish]

[door closes]

Eva didn't do anything.

Only what I asked.

I was afraid to tell Narciso.

I thought...

[voice breaking]
he would blame me.

For what?

A few months ago,
I left Ana on my bed

and went to run the bath,
and when I came back,

she had fallen on the floor.

I thought she wasn't breathing.

I was afraid Narciso
would find out.

[Sara] What did you do?

We brought Ana to
the hospital, and...

A hospital my husband
would not know.

And they said it was better if
she stayed in for a few days.

[weeping] Oh, God.

Eva said she would stay
with her, and she did...

and I never told Narciso.

What hospital was it, Señora?

If Goo Goo is stealing babies,
something about this doesn't add up.

It feels too elaborate,
too well-thought-out.

If he's stealing them for money,
then why dress them up as dolls?

Why the elaborate
theatre of the macabre?

The k*ller is servicing
his own needs,

and his own needs
are not pecuniary.

What of the poisons?

Three poisons were
used to k*ll the child,

two of them readily available
from the apothecaries.

The third is not.

- What is it?
- It's a pain suppressant.

If administered incorrectly,
it would k*ll a child.

- Where is it available?
- Here's the thing, it's a sedative

used to ease the pain of
mothers during childbirth.

The most common place
to find it is a maternity ward.

The Lying In Hospital.

[girl screaming]

[Dr. Markoe] Push!

[groaning]

[Libby] The girl is in pain.

Doctor, should we
give her calomel?

Calomel is of little use,

but I will allow a
tincture of turpentine

and opium should she need it.

She should have
thought of all that pain

before she let strange
men put their thing in her.

[Dr. Markoe]
Quite right, Matron.

But of course it is
that selfsame man

who is paying us to attend
to these matters, is it not?

Honestly, these girls are
sometimes so stupid, Dr. Markoe,

stupid, stupid, stupid.

- [Dr. Markoe] Push!
- [girl screaming]

Push!

Push!

[groaning]

[baby crying]

Such a tiny little thing.

[chuckles]

Doubtless an astringent
vaginal d*uche

won't do any harm?

[Dr. Markoe] No,
not yet, Matron.

There's still work to be done.

[baby continues crying]

What will I tell her
when she wakes?

It would be kindness to tell
her the child didn't survive.