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You know I know
what happens here!

Free Martha Napp!
Free Martha Napp!

This woman is innocent.

Where is the body
of the murdered child?

You find my baby girl.

You promise me, Doctor.

An example needed to be set
with Martha Napp.

I shall write
about this injustice.

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

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

down at Siegel Cooper.

I fear this is another
missing infant.

Another?

You need a detective,
señora,

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.

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

So the dead child
is Martha Knapp's.

The markings on the eyes
are 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 top
of the block.

Here.

There you go.

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.

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 Marco
is really going around

kidnapping babies
and killing '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?

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 killer
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.

You think the servants
are hiding something?

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

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.

You've proved your point,
Laszlo.

What is that in your hand?

Behold.

A public lecture
by 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 questions
he 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 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.

Good-bye.

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.

You better destroy these
records when you're done.

Doyle can't find out
about any of this.

Number four.

Albert.

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.

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 Salpêtrière 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.

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 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?

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?

Please, ma'am.
Don't cry.

You minded the child.

Most of the time, yes.

Do Señor and Señora
seem happy to you?

Laszlo.

Gracias.

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.

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 live themselves
above destitution...

Too many of the lower classes
give in to seduction.

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.

Murdered.

John Moore, "New York Times."

The body of the child was found
in the department store

after Martha Napp was executed.

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?

Does this amuse you,
Dr. Markoe?

You had a mother executed,

and now there's proof
she was not a murderer.

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 murdered
by Martha?

Would you now care
to explain yourself?

How many more innocents
must suffer?

Finally.

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 his.

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.

If I'm not very much
mistaken,

this was not part of the plan,
Laszlo.

Gentlemen, do we have results
from the autopsy?

We'll 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.

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!

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.

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.

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 kill
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.

Let me see...

the doll is called Ruby Red.

Ruby Red, where are you?

Oh.

Mrs. Winslow,
Mrs. Brewster.

Annie--that's
the Van der Meer governess.

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...

Well, E.H. purchased
the Ruby Red doll

on at least four
previous occasions.

But no address?

Mm, well, let's see.

Mm-hmm.

Wait.

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

The entry's from July
last year,

and...

there's an address.

Hudson Street.

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.

Will Mr. Moore
be joining us tonight,

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?

Miss Violet.

Thomas Byrnes is here
to see you, Chief.

Mr. Hearst.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

I know, my dearest,
you must dash.

Moore.

You're abandoning ship.

My apologies,
but duty calls.

Surely your duty lies
with your fiancée.

Indeed it does, Mr. Hearst.

But unfortunately,

some newspaper stories

are unearthed under
the cover of darkness.

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.

Goodnight.

You're dressed for a party.

Have I taken you away
from an important social event?

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.

We can always turn back.

Where would the fun be
in that?

247.

It's long abandoned.

St. Ignatius Boarding House.

For transient people,
no doubt.

We can still find out
who lived there.

The landlord had suspicions
about 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 come
and 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 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.

These people are up next.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Please!

No dogfighting.

The dogs'll scare off
the ladies.

Uncle Cy?

Dogs out!

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 killers.
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.

We found an address
connected to the case--

an old boarding house
called 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 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?

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 you
shortly.

Thank you.

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 Exposición 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.

War 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 could 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.

Excuse me.

All right,
lock it off!

Let go!

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.

In all likelihood,
to remove identifying marks.

Probably a tattoo.

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.

Mm.

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.

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.

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 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.

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 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.

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.

You do that, and I will put
a bullet in you.

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 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?

It's a boarding house.

Mainly, uh, pimps and whores
and the like.

High-quality trick-turners.

Do anything you want
for the right price.

And maybe one of them
has 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 ours
is 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 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, terrapène
a 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 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.

What is this outrage?

Señora Linares is being
apprehended and questioned

about the disappearance

and possible murder
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?

For the very reason
you'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 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 war 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 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 not
go to the police.

This is why.

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...

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 Narciso
would find out.

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.

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 killer is servicing
his own needs,

and his own needs
are not pecuniary.

What of the poisons?

Three poisons were used
to kill 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 kill 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.

Push!

The girl's 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.

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.

Push!

Push!

Push!

Such a tiny little thing.

Doubtless an astringent
vaginal douche

won't do any harm?

No, not yet, Matron.

There's still work
to be done.

What will I tell her
when she wakes?

It would be kindness
to tell her

the child didn't survive.

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