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You know I knowwhat happens here!

Free Martha Napp!Free Martha Napp!

This woman is innocent.

Where is the bodyof the murdered child?

You find my baby girl.

You promise me, Doctor.

An example needed to be setwith Martha Napp.

I shall writeabout this injustice.

I wish you would work withmy father at the "Journal."

This just in--they found a dead baby's body

down at Siegel Cooper.

I fear this is anothermissing infant.

Another?

You need a detective,señora,

and a woman such as I

with the resourcesand the experience.

I've been asked to findthe missing daughter

of Spanish Governor Linares.

Is it the Spanish child?It's what I feared.

So the dead childis Martha Knapp's.

The markings on the eyesare so curious.

"Memento Mori"--remembrances of death.

Who could have done this?

A person in great pain.

Whoever they are...

They will kill again.

Goddamn bone.

Where's the bone saw,Ding Dong?

I left it on topof the block.

Here.

There you go.

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

Not anytime soon.

There's a bone for Bonaparte.

More where that came from.

La-di-da.

Another missing babydoesn't change anything.

Doesn't matter whatCrazy Kreizler thinks.

Forgive me.

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

You think that Marcois really going around

kidnapping babiesand killing 'em?

No.

But let me accompanyMiss Howard,

see if I can find a connectionbetween the two infants.

It seems circumstantial.

One of them is this poor kidin 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 vindicateMartha Napp,

but we conceivably havethe 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 muchhe's gonna like

his future son-in-lawpalling around

with the fragrant Miss Howard,neither.

It's not like that, Bernie.

Isn't it, John?

I told Bernie that the dollconnects the two cases.

He said it was stillspeculation and that

there was not enough evidenceto conclude

that there is a serial killerof children.

In fact, he thought it wasan outlandish proposition.

But...

But did he give youpermission

to investigate the story?

Indeed he did.

Bravo.

Laszlo's going to accompany meto the Spanish Consulate.

I'm going to interviewLinares's servants.

You think the servantsare hiding something?

Not necessarily, but we haveto at least rule them out.

If indeed they are hidingsomething,

the latest research suggestsliars will give themselves away

by the smallestof facial gestures.

Oh, nonsense, Laszlo.

A moderately accomplished liarcan 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 youone question,

but I seem to have made youdecidedly uncomfortable.

You've proved your point,Laszlo.

What is that in your hand?

Behold.

A public lectureby Dr. Markoe.

The audacity of the man.

I intend to be there

to ask questions and perhaps

hasten his fall from grace.

You have no proof.

Only questionshe need not answer.

But it is a public arena,Sara.

He will have to answer me.

No, he doesn't.He detests you.

Nevertheless, what if it wasnot a Dr. Kreizler

asking the questions,

but "The New York Times"?

Well...

if nothing else, we will seeif he can dissemble

more proficiently than you,John.

Sounds like a plan.Let's go.

Good day, John.

Good-bye.

Pass me Albert, please.

I don't see whyyou have to name them.

I have their measurementswritten 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.

You better destroy theserecords when you're done.

Doyle can't find outabout any of this.

Number four.

Albert.

You say Señora has no memoryfrom earlier that day,

but we should speak to heragain about this.

She's deeply traumatized,Laszlo.

Any further questioningwould undoubtedly feel

like an interrogation to her.

I'm talking aboutsomething else entirely--

a way to gain entry to herunconscious mind.

What do you mean?

There have been bold newadvances

in the field of hypnosis, Sara,

from the Salpêtrière Schoolin Paris.

I hardly think it'sappropriate to suggest

a method so untriedand untested

as a cure-all for findingtheir missing child.

Let us firstinterview the staff,

and then we willproceed from there.

Please, sit.

And what is your name?

They call me Frances.Frannie.

And tell me, Frannie,are there any poisons

kept in the house?

Poison?

For the vermin--rats, sometimes.

We had rats in the garden,

so the señora asked usput down poison outside.

How long have you workedfor 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 señorais a good mother?

I mainly stayin the kitchens.

And how many people workin the kitchens?

Usually it's only meand Cook,

unless the Ambassador gota reception on

and they got guests.

Have you ever broughtthe child

to the Siegel Cooperdepartment store?

Please, ma'am.Don't cry.

You minded the child.

Most of the time, yes.

Do Señor and Señoraseem happy to you?

Laszlo.

Gracias.

You spoke to everybody?

I believe so.

Is it possible that I couldspeak 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 interviewswould have yielded

more fruitful results.

The only two avenuesopen 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 wantto raise the idea of hypnosis

is that I'm of the firmconviction

that Señora Linareswould strongly disapprove.

It is your case, Sara.

Who amongst us would notbe similarly fallen from grace

were we born into such misery?

When these young womenshould be practicing chastity

to live themselvesabove destitution...

Too many of the lower classesgive in to seduction.

However,

it is not my placeto render moral judgement

on the soulsof these poor women.

All I can dois give them succor.

Thank you.

How very good of younot to render moral judgment

on the souls of these women,Dr. Markoe.

You mock me, Dr. Kreizler.

But only because you lostin court.

Your vanity demandssatisfaction.

There's been a child found.

Murdered.

John Moore, "New York Times."

The body of the child was foundin the department store

after Martha Napp was executed.

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

I took it upon myselfto observe the autopsy.

Dr. Kreizler was able to makea positive identification.

It was emphaticallythe child.

Perhaps the Alienistis wrong?

Does this amuse you,Dr. Markoe?

You had a mother executed,

and now there's proofshe was not a murderer.

That is an outrageous claimto make, Dr. Kreizler.

Outrageous.

How do you accountfor a woman

under your medical supervision

now lying six feet underin Potter's Field?

How do you account for herchild now being found dead,

manifestly not murderedby Martha?

Would you now careto explain yourself?

How many more innocentsmust suffer?

Finally.

You know that damned Kreizleraccosted me here tonight?

Asking questionsin front of all my colleagues

about this damned dead baby

they found in a departmentstore or God knows where.

The man's a nuisance.

Who was that gentleman withhim from "The New York Times"?

That would be John Moore.

They've been known to consort,

interferingwith 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 knowwho his master his.

I'll take care of it.

We'll fix himand the rest of his pack.

Hey, Bitsy, is it all rightif we go straight through

to her office?Of course.

She's expecting you.

Hello, Lucius.

Hello.

If I'm not very muchmistaken,

this was not part of the plan,Laszlo.

Gentlemen, do we have resultsfrom the autopsy?

We'll still analyzingthe poisons.

However, we have identifiedone 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 administerthe correct dose.

Which would indicate someonewith medical expertise.

But we foundsomething else interesting

in the black substancein the Napp infant's mouth.

Initially, we thought it wascongealed blood,

and in fact some of it was,

but we also found--We found powdered carbon.

Carbon is sometimes usedas an antidote to poison,

is it not?Yes.

That is so.

It appears the amountof poison ingested

was only enough to renderthe baby unconscious.

So how did the baby die?

Our conclusionis lack of oxygen.

both: Asphyxiation.

So someone poisoned the baby,

changed their mind,

and then gave the babypowdered charcoal.

It certainly seems like a...

perverse act of compassion.

And then decidesto smother the child.

There are no dollson display today.

Why display the childin 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 theSiegel 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 poorhuddled masses here.

Sara, my darling!

You are exquisitelyappareled, my dear.

And who's this handsome devil?

I don't believe I rememberbeing 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.

We fear she's been stolenby the same beast

who left the poisoned infanton display here.

Can you help?

The doll is our only lead.

Please,tell me what it is you need.

We need more barium chlorideand ammonium sulphide.

It's an unseasonably hot dayfor 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 Howardand Martha Napp.

See, I make it my habitto keep myself informed.

I read.

I read the Greeks;I read the Latins.

But the Chinese...

the Chinese is most usefulfor learning.

They got expressionsfor all manner of situations

that might present themselves.

Confucius, Sun Tzu--

great men, great thinkers.

The expression from the Chinesethat comes to mind is this:

"Sometimes you have to killa 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.

Let me see...

the doll is called Ruby Red.

Ruby Red, where are you?

Oh.

Mrs. Winslow,Mrs. Brewster.

Annie--that'sthe Van der Meer governess.

Oh, goodness.

This one's odd.

They only signedtheir initials E.H.

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

The very same.

Unfortunately, there does notseem to be an address.

Well...

Well, E.H. purchasedthe Ruby Red doll

on at least fourprevious occasions.

But no address?

Mm, well, let's see.

Mm-hmm.

Wait.

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

The entry's from Julylast year,

and...

there's an address.

Hudson Street.

Hudson Street is a preserveof ruffians and hoodlums.

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

Have you?

Its reputationspeaks for itself.

It's simply not safefor a respectable woman.

I'll be protectedby the cover of darkness.

If you're that concernedabout 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.

Will Mr. Moorebe joining us tonight,

Violet?

Yes, I certainly hope so.

My two boys needto get to know each other.

He will make a good match.

The Schuyler Moorescan trace their lineage

back to New Amsterdam,

not that I pay much heedto such matters.

This will cover the runningof a small Caribbean nation.

Be prudent.

Thank you, Papa.

I mean, W.H.

Violet,

you may call me Papain the privacy of my office.

Perhaps I should call youChief, like your staff?

Miss Violet.

Thomas Byrnes is hereto see you, Chief.

Mr. Hearst.

Another child is missing.

The daughter ofthe Spanish consular general.

They're keeping it hushed up.

Now, these folks,these muckety-mucks

with the Spanish government

neglected to tellthe police department

about the missing child.

Public suspicion could easilybe flamed up

if word of this got outto the authorities.

Agreed.

Something must be doneabout it, in that case.

Nice work, Byrnes.

I won't be long, my dear.

I care for Helen greatly,Dr. Markoe,

but I can't affordthe scandal.

I know you do, Richard,

and you've cometo the right place.

We are men, after all.

It is normal for us to desirebeautiful things.

Will she be able to--will she...

have her full health again?

If you mean will you be ableto love her

as ardently as you have,then yes.

With some rest and confinement,

she should soon be restoredto you.

And the child?

That will not concern you,Richard.

Rest assured,there will be no scandal.

I got you something.

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

Miss Sara,

you ain't been eatingor sleeping properly.

It's not good.

I can't stop thinking aboutpoor Señora Linares.

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

I know.

There's a saying in Yiddish:

"Mothers hold their children'shands for a short while,

but their hearts forever."

Her heart must be breaking.

It's just arrogance.

That's the ultimate problem.

The arroganceof these damn Spanish.

This is Old Europe acting likesavages down there in Cuba,

and we simply look weakif we allow it.

They don't remember thatthey're in our neighborhood.

No other great power wouldallow 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 altogethera hazard,

and so unbecoming.

A horse is easier to mount.

I know, my dearest,you must dash.

Moore.

You're abandoning ship.

My apologies,but duty calls.

Surely your duty lieswith your fiancée.

Indeed it does, Mr. Hearst.

But unfortunately,

some newspaper stories

are unearthed underthe cover of darkness.

When you're marriedto Miss Violet,

we cannot have you workingfor the opposition.

You must come work for me.

The hours are more social.

Goodnight.

You're dressed for a party.

Have I taken you awayfrom an important social event?

And you?

You look as if you'redressed for a funeral.

I'm dressed for the night,John.

We must see and not be seen.

We can always turn back.

Where would the fun bein that?

247.

It's long abandoned.

St. Ignatius Boarding House.

For transient people,no doubt.

We can still find outwho lived there.

The landlord had suspicionsabout one of tenants, perhaps.

John...

Okay.Over here.

We should leave.

Hey, come back.

It's a bit late for that.

Come on.

In here.

It's nothing.Only a bum.

Dusters...

Come on, fellas.Let's go to Cyrus's.

Slow down!

Yeah, he's gonna comeand rip him apart!

This is why it's not safe

for you working down here,Joanna.

According to you,I'm not safe anywhere.

We got to get youa good job,

working for one of those richwhite families uptown.

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

Just like you got this bar.

And if I have to fightfor my equal rights,

I will.

That's the problemwith fighting--

somebody always get hurt.

These people are up next.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Please!

No dogfighting.

The dogs'll scare offthe ladies.

Uncle Cy?

Dogs out!

They come in hereabout once a week.

They drink at allthe establishments

in the markets and the docks.

Miss Sara, I thinkyou ought to leave.

These boys is not civilized.

Cyrus, I'm quite capableof handling myself.

You ever hear about themkidnapping children for ransom?

I wouldn't put anythingpast them, Miss Sara.

These boys are killers.They ain't got no conscience.

Which one of themis 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 hatand missing teeth,

that's Ding Dong.

They're bad,but they're like altar boys

compared to Goo Goo Knox.

We found an addressconnected to the case--

an old boarding housecalled St. Ignatius.

Hudson Street 247.

Did Goo Goo live there?Yeah.

Goo Goo owns that place.

It burned down last year,didn't it?

Do you think it's possibleto introduce us, Cyrus?

I don't think that'sa good idea, John.

Ding Dong.

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

You slumming it with yourpretty 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 talkto Goo Goo, Mr. Knox.

You want to talkto Goo Goo?

What if he don't wantto talk to you?

247 Hudson Street.

It's about a missing baby.

I ain't seen him in months.

What you want to do,Dr. Kreizler?

The Señora will be with youshortly.

Thank you.

It's a Cecilia Beaux.

She presented it to meat her studio.

Did you commissiona portrait?

No. I paint as well.

I even exhibited

at the Exposición Nacionalde Bellas Artes

in Madrid when I was younger.

A great honor indeed.

Of all of Spain's painters,

I think I admireFrancisco Goya the most.

He was able to turnhis gaze inward

and depict his subconsciousdesires and horrors.

Dr. Kreizler.

Yes, Señora.Please forgive the intrusion.

I had hoped to findyour husband at home.

My husband is in his office.

War is still a possibilitybetween our countries.

Our situation is unimaginable,

yet still my husbandmust attend

to his consular duties.

Miss Howard is not with you?

No, Señora.

Miss Howard'sconsiderable skills

are being deployed elsewhere.

And matters of the human mindare my field of expertise.

Why have you come?

My servant informs me

you think you know a wayto find Ana?

In a manner of speaking.

I believe I can help you accessyour memory of that day.

Through hypnosis we can mineyour unconscious mind--

Dr. Kreizler,

I think you have been lessthan honest with me.

I apologize, Señora.

But what I'm proposingcould make a difference.

I do not thinkit could be helpful,

and it's altogetherinappropriate.

I believe it's the trappingsof tricksters and liars.

I understand your skepticism,Señora, I do.

But if there were memories

hidden beneathyour conscious mind

that could help rescueyour child,

do you not think it worthwhileto seek them?

Dr. Kreizler,

you do not know me.

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

Eva will escort youto the door.

Forgive me, Señora.

I did not mean to offend you.

Excuse me.

All right,lock it off!

Let go!

The flesh and the spinehave been cut

with some kind of crude saw.

These missing patchesof skin are interesting.

Looks like they've useda scalpel.

In all likelihood,to remove identifying marks.

Probably a tattoo.

Oh, the stench.

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

Hence the cigar.

You never get usedto the smell.

Never.

It'd make a body sick.

Damn Dusters.

Hoodlums is all they are.

It weren't hoodlums thatdone this deed, Captain.

The poor misfortunatesyou see butchered before us

is Cubans.

It was the Spanishthat done this.

The murderers is Spanish?

It would be most helpfulfor the headlines if they were.

Ah, I get you now,Mr. Byrnes.

Well, there's also somenefarious goings-on

at that Spanish consulate--

if the departmentwere interested.

Oh, indeed we are, sir.

Supposing I was to tell youthat the child of one of these

big-shot Spaniardsup and vanished,

but not one of themhas spoken a word

to the lawful authorities.

Now, I ask you, Captain,

what sort of peopledo such a thing?

People that need to beinvestigated, that's who.

Mm.

John?

You were looking to track downGoo Goo Knox?

The word is, the two menhe was feuding with

ended up dead in the Hudson.

Where?West Side Piers.

Maude.

Would you be so kindas to put in a call

with Miss Sara Howard,808 Broadway?

Tell her I'll meet herdown there.

Oh, no, no.Hey, hey.

No photographs.

Respect for the faithfuldeparted.

Cubans have families too.

I'm sure we can makean exception

for the Hearst publication,though.

Just wait till thingscalm down.

George.

It's John.John Moore.

You knew me when you werea bouncer

at the Concordia Garden.

Of course, Mr. Moore.

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

Oh, no.

So the police are sayingit's Cubans.

But you heard different, huh?

Word has it

that Goo Goo Knox hadan altercation

with two fellas by the nameof Chick Gillen

and Mallet Murphy.

Goo Goo got one of his damesto get comfy with 'em both,

and then they slittheir throats.

George,I need to talk to Goo Goo Knox.

It's important.

Get out of here.Come on.

Leave it to me.

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

You, you--come.

Hey, Mister,you got a cut.

Stand back, people.

You're a long wayfrom 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 itout of here alive.

Now, you been asking a lotof questions about me, huh?

You know who I am?

Goo Goo Knox.

Now, one pushthrough the thorax,

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

You do that, and I will puta bullet in you.

I ain't afraid of dyin'.

Well, maybe you're afraidof walking around a eunuch

for the rest of your life.

Over here, John.

Now, what you wantwith me?

What do you know about247 Hudson Street?

I don't know nothingabout 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 regular J.P. Morgan.

You know anythingabout a missing child?

You got me mixed upwith someone else, is my guess.

You know who lived at 247?

It's a boarding house.

Mainly, uh, pimps and whoresand the like.

High-quality trick-turners.

Do anything you wantfor the right price.

And maybe one of themhas your kid,

'cause 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.

Two friends of oursis goin' away.

I'll be seeing you.

Get out of here, boys.

Miss Sara,we've had a phone call

from Señora Linares.

She's not happy.

I explicitly asked younot to contact the Linareses,

and yet you did.

I can see that youare angry with me, Sara.

Angry?I'm not angry, Laszlo.

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

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

Even if you are angrywith me for the moment,

let us at least eat.

You're infuriating.

Madame, terrapènea la Trenton.

Bon appetit.

I do not want terrapin soup.

I don't like it.I've never liked it.

And yet you insist on thisarchaic notion

of ordering it for me.

You don't listen to me!

What would you like to eat?

In fact, I would likea glass of bourbon with ice.

In my defense--Don't.

I think about the promiseI made to Martha Napp.

You truly thinkthat Señora Linares

would benefit from a sessionof hypnosis?

I do so, Sara.

What is fascinatingabout hypnosis

is that the memoryis not suppressed

as we would understand it.

The hypnotized selfis dissociated

from the waking self, and thisis 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 hopeof finding baby Ana.

Sometimes detective workis about profiling;

sometimes it's aboutsimply observing.

I did observe somethingat 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 closeconfidante of the señora.

She was not presentedfor interview.

We must talk to her, then.

Now?Yes, now.

I ordered aspic de foie gras.Laszlo.

Dommage.

Eva, contact Narcisoin Washington.

What is this outrage?

Señora Linares is beingapprehended and questioned

about the disappearance

and possible murderof her baby.

This is insanity.This is not legal.

I think you'll find it is.

Why else was a missing childnot reported?

For the very reasonyou're demonstrating.

Who ordered this?

Shut the door.

I said desist immediately!Desist!

Señora, Señora!

Captain Doyle,I applaud your bravery.

My bravery?

Your bravery, Captain.

The Linareses havediplomatic immunity.

So if you do arrest herand charge her,

there will a diplomaticincident of the highest degree.

And while it may hastena war with Spain,

it will also hasten yourignominious departure

from the force and causea stain on our reputation

in this world, so yes,I salute your courage.

It wasn't my call.

I think you will findthat being aware

that this is an illegal act,

you, and you alone,Captain Doyle,

will be called to account.

What's it to be, Doyle?

It's bully boys, Señora,and bullies

don't like to be stood up to.

This is why we could notgo to the police.

This is why.

What is it?

We need to talkto this woman.

What is your name?Not Eva.

You don't needto talk to Eva.

I'm afraid we do.

Eva...

Eva didn't do anything.

Only what I asked.

I was afraid to tell Narciso.

I thought...

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 Narcisowould find out.

What did you do?

We brought Anato the hospital, and...

a hospital my husbandwould not know.

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

Oh, God.

Eva said she would staywith her,

and she did...

and I never told Narciso.

What hospital was it, Señora?

If Goo Goo is stealing babies,

something about thisdoesn't add up.

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

If he's stealing themfor money,

then why dress them upas dolls?

Why the elaborate theatreof the macabre?

The killer is servicinghis own needs,

and his own needsare not pecuniary.

What of the poisons?

Three poisons were usedto kill the child,

two of them readily availablefrom the apothecaries.

The third is not.

What is it?It's a pain suppressant.

If administered incorrectly,it would kill a child.

Where is it available?

Here's the thing--it's a sedative

used to ease the painof mothers during childbirth.

The most common place tofind it is a maternity ward.

The Lying-In Hospital.

Push!

The girl's in pain.

Doctor, shouldwe give her calomel?

Calomel is of little use,

but I will allow a tinctureof turpentine

and opium should she need it.

She should have thoughtof all that pain

before she let strange menput their thing in her.

Quite right, Matron.

But of course it isthat selfsame man

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

Honestly, these girlsare sometimes so stupid,

Dr. Markoe...

stupid, stupid, stupid.

Push!

Push!

Push!

Such a tiny little thing.

Doubtless an astringentvaginal douche

won't do any harm?

No, not yet, Matron.

There's still workto be done.

What will I tell herwhen she wakes?

It would be kindnessto tell her

the child didn't survive.

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