All language subtitles for The.Alienist.S01E06.720p.WEBRip.x264-TBS

Van Bergen is not our killer.

The killer is choosing victims
who somehow remind him

of his own background
and upbringing, his own class.

I almost believe you don't want
the killer found.

It's time to take action.

The 400 are too important
to this city

to suffer
the public humiliation

of having one of their own
arrested for murder.

Hand me your weapon.

You're gonna regret this.

Our killer might be following
a pattern.

He's following
the Christian calendar.

The next holy day
is the Feast of the Ascension.

It's tired.

Hey!

Come on, Rosie.
The thing's dead.

I ain't no fairy.

Stevie, no one is implying

that you're anything less
than a young man,

but we've an important
undertaking that requires you

to alter your appearance
if it's going to work.

It seems we might have convened
at police headquarters,

judging by how
well-represented it is.

Sir, we've asked you here

because we've a plan that
requires your participation.

Commissioner, I'm sure
Miss Howard has informed you

that Dr. Kreizler believes
these murders

are being committed
based upon certain dates

of the Christian calendar.
Where is Dr. Kreizler?

Making arrangements
for this evening.

- What's this evening?
- The Feast of Ascension, sir.

Dr. Kreizler is convinced

the next victim will
be taken tonight.

We're intent
on taking up positions

around two
of the disorderly houses

in hopes that our killer will be
compelled to reveal himself.

You're talking about Van Bergen?

We're talking about
whoever is responsible

for killing four boys
since the new year began.

What exactly
is your method to be?

We plan on using a decoy.

You mean her?

Him, Mr. Roosevelt.

Stevie here is Kreizler's ward,

and will be stationed
in some well-traveled venue

under constant surveillance.

Am I right?

We're going to require
full reign to execute our plan,

which means the police
must not be involved.

Nor informed,
as it's certain

they'll not
stay quiet about it.

It will also
be necessary to shut down

all the boy brothels
in the city save one.

We've chosen The Slide...
right here.

But I cannot be party to...
to this.

The anti-reformers are already
after my head without me

appearing to condone
the dressing of a child

for the express purpose of...
Sex.

It pains me to think
what your father would say

if he heard you talk that way.

Sex is but a 3-letter word,
Commissioner.

I trust you are in agreement
with our plan?

Detective Sergeants, you'll have
your weapons at all times.

Most assuredly, sir.

God help us all.

Gentlemen, have you imagined
the logistics

of how we will be able to
accomplish our task?

We calculate it's best
to break into 2-man teams,

one on each rooftop.

Our decoy will be on
the street below in plain view.

Hopefully,
the killer makes contact,

and we'll be able to
move in swiftly.

What are the teams?

Marcus will take charge
of Mr. Moore, and, uh...

Well, Detective Sergeant?

Miss Howard,
I-I'm afraid this is no task

for the weaker sex.

Nor for, um...

Cripples, you mean to say.

Very well then.

I shall make myself available
throughout the evening

in any capacity that's needed.

Doesn't that still leave us
one shy?

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That'll be a nickel.

What the hell?

You heard me, Paddy.

It won't be forever, Willy.

Why do I have to go away?

You can't stay here.
This is only temporary.

We've booked passage for you

on a steamer
leaving early next week.

Where am I going?

To Buenos Aires.

But I don't want to go
to Buenos Aires!

You just... be on that boat
when it sets sail.

It won't be forever, Willy.

Stevie, listen to me.

The man we're looking for
is some 24 to 35 years of age,

and is likely to have
a recognizable facial trait.

Yeah, Mr. Moore said
silver teeth.

Possibly. He'll also likely
offer to take you somewhere.

To live in a castle. I know.

The point is,
you're to remain alert.

And if you feel yourself in
any danger, no matter who it is,

you're to signal
that you need help.

- I'll be all right.
- You remember the signal?

Polish my shoe
on the back of my leg.

You mustn't hesitate.

I know how
to take care of myself.

How does he look?

Lovely.

All right, Stevie.
Out you go. Quickly now.

Did you know egg creams have
neither eggs nor cream in them?

You mean the man gypped me?

No, no, it's simply how
they're made...

chocolate syrup,
carbonated water,

and milk.

It's rather a mystery as to
why they're called egg creams.

What happened to your hair?

That was a wig.

Oh.

What are you doing
in this neighborhood?

I've come to tell you
that it's important

that you keep your window
locked this evening.

You're worried about
Fatima's saint, aren't you?

We've a suspicion that

it may be tonight
that he strikes next.

You know, there are...

some of us who don't
even believe he's even human.

Think he might be a... spirit.

He's most assuredly human.

Where do you call home, Joseph?

I told you,
I work at The Slide now.

Um...

I guess what I'm trying
to say is, uh,

how long have you been...

Working? I don't know.

Have you ever thought
of doing something else?

What do you do?

Me?

Well, I'm, um,
I'm an illustrator.

What's that?

I draw pictures.

And... people pay you?

Yes.

That's stupid.

Joseph, please, just...

keep your window closed
and locked this evening.

Tell the other boys
to do the same.

That's for his egg cream.

Have I missed anything?

Young Stevie's
just getting started.

You're a sweet thing.

Looks like he's got a bite.

What's your name?

It's, uh...

Stella.

Stella. Stella.

Well, Stella, you certainly are
a pretty young lady.

How'd you like to rub up
against me, like a kitten?

Go bugger yourself.

You heard me.

It's 10:23.

I thought perhaps you'd
might want to return home,

as it's getting late.

The Commissioner expects me
to be here.

May I ask you a question?

Why do you refer to yourself
as a cripple?

I'm afflicted with
a congenital defect.

My arm...

it never fully formed
as it should have.

I hadn't noticed.

Mind that light.

Stevie? Is that you?

Beansie, get lost.

Why you wearin' a dress?

I'm workin' for the police,
okay?

Go on, git!

Sure, Stevie.
Whatever you say.

I asked you to mind that light.

Yes, of course.

Detective Sergeant.

Over there.

Keep an eye on Stevie.

Hey, you! Stop!

Please don't hurt me!
What are you doing here?

You up here
looking for boy-whores?

Is that what you're doing?!

I'm doing God's work,
counseling the poor!

Please don't hurt me!

God's work.

Please... God's work.

God's work.

Perhaps I'm mistaken
about the calendar.

Laszlo, there could be
any number of reasons

why nothing happened tonight.

Maybe the Feast of Ascension

holds no particular meaning
for him.

Or perhaps by closing the
brothels, we scared him off.

Or I could simply be wrong...

wrong about all of it.

Maybe the killer was here.
You just didn't know it.

17 men
talked to Stevie tonight.

Might have been any one of 'em.

Stevie, of all the men
you spoke with tonight,

was there not one who evidenced

something unusual about
his appearance?

No one with a silver smile?

What if Van Bergen didn't appear
because he's not the killer?

So what do we do now?

We wait for the next holy day.

When's that?

Nine days from now.
Pentecost.

Good to see you.

Good to see you, Mr. Morgan.

And for yous two?

A lemonade, please.
Yes, ma'am.

I'll have the same.

I'm proud of you, John.

Well, you know what
they say, Gran.

Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder.

Here you are.

Thank you.
Hmm.

Tell me, do you
think bidding at auction

allows for the same titillation
as games of chance?

Only for the losers.

What do you mean?

Well, for some, the pleasure
is in the pain.

Wherever did you hear
such a thing?

I read it in a book.

What happened
to your finger, Mary?

May I see?

Oh.

You've cut yourself.

Doesn't look too deep,
but it's still bleeding.

Saliva contains
a natural coagulant.

That means it clots the blood
and allows for hemostasis.

It's why animals lick
their wounds.

The bleeding should stop now.

May we have a photograph?

Certainly, young lady.

Just there. We'll get
the city behind you.

That'll be a first.

Oh, you, too, Mr. Moore.

Oh, no, no.
I don't, uh...

Nonsense.

Oh, all right.

Hold quiet now.

Is your grandmother here, John?

Oh, yes. She wouldn't miss this
for love nor money.

Wonderful. I have it.

Why don't you and I take one
together, Theodore?

Just the two of us.

Alice, why don't we take
Mr. Moore and show him around?

Mm.

Look to me now,
Mr. Morgan, Mr. Roosevelt.

I've had a talk with our
old friend Bishop Potter.

It seems your alienist came by,

inquiring about a member
of the church.

What member might that be?

The one whose family helped get

our dear friend
the mayor elected...

the very same man
who appointed you

President of the Board
of Police Commissioners.

And look to me.

Wonderful. I have it.

Take another one.

Dr. Kreizler is conducting
an investigation at my request.

How he goes about it and to whom
he speaks, I leave to him.

I've been assured that
the young man in question,

the one you attempted
to arrest,

will soon be leaving
the country

and therefore no longer
poses a threat

to the children of the city.

What about the children
of other cities?

Gentlemen?

Do not betray your own kind,
Roosevelt,

or you'll find yourself

with no job, no friends,

and no goddamn future.

Dr. Kreizler?

- Ah. Miss Howard.
- Hello, Cyrus.

Excuse me for letting
myself in,

but, Doctor, I've come
to tell you about my plan.

Given that our killer
seems to prefer

taking boys from inside
their room,

I've arranged to have Stevie
stationed inside the brothel.

I've convinced
the Commissioner to help,

although he'll not want it
acknowledged.

I'm afraid that
wherever Stevie is placed

may do nothing to help us
find our killer.

What about
the Christian calendar?

Just because it didn't work
the last time

doesn't mean that
it won't work at all.

Now that the killer has
given in to his desires,

he can't easily stop himself.

Isn't that your theory?

I sometimes wonder
what good my theories do.

For the moment,
they only occupy

the bookshelves
of other alienists.

As I said,
it's been arranged.

For tomorrow.

Yes.

Pentecost.

Oh, I'm curious as to where
you'll put him, Gran.

I shall keep him
in the parlor.

That way, I'll have
someone to talk to

when you're out carousing.

- Hello, Mrs. Moore.
- Hello, Sara.

That's a fine armadillo
you have.

Thank you.

Did you see what my grandson
spent his money on?

I spent it on the orphans,
Gran.

I've hoisted
anchors that weigh less.

A typewriter?

I was hoping you might
teach me how to use it.

You?

I once had aspirations
of being a writer.

I thought I might have
another crack at it.

I don't think that's possible.

Oh, you think I lack talent?

I think you lack dexterity.
In your fingers, that is.

All men do.

It's why they'll never be
any good at it.

Kreizler!

There you are.

I'm afraid you'll have to
wait your turn.

I'm here to let you know
your actions

have become conspicuous
to some very important people.

I'm sorry if they're casting
a shadow over your good name.

Don't worry about my good name.
I know who my enemies are.

I've been informed
Willem Van Bergen

is leaving the country.

Hmm.

Do you not believe it?

I told you,

I do not believe he's the man
we're looking for.

You plan on another stakeout?

With Pentecost tomorrow,

I believe our killer will
be compelled to act.

He won't be able to stop
himself.

We must therefore
take advantage

of every opportunity
offered to us.

What causes a man to do
such things?

Are we to consider him...

mentally defective,

a lunatic acting irrationally?

Or is it possible
he's as sane as you and I,

and there indeed is...

method to his madness?

Those who are seen dancing
are thought insane

by those who cannot hear
the music.

It's just a matter of finding
a way to hear the music.

Sara, would you like
something to drink?

I'll have a whiskey.

No, thank you, Mrs. Moore.

Why did she look at you
like that?

I quit drinking.

I have the shakes to prove it.

See?

Bravo, John.

Now I've something to show you.

I was thinking about my father,

which got me to thinking about
Kreizler's theory about fathers,

which got me to thinking
about Kreizler's own father.

That's a lot of thinking.

Look at this.

Ah, it's an old society column.

I didn't know what
I was looking for at first,

but when I saw this,
it struck me.

You were looking for something
on Kreizler's father?

About Kreizler.

You seem to be obsessed
with the man.

Perhaps you're in love
with him.

Perhaps I am.
Hmm.

Go on, read it.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kreizler
of 5th Avenue,

recent émigrés to the city
from Germany"...

It's just a newspaper clipping
from 30 years ago.

Skip down to
the second to last paragraph.

"The evening was highlighted
by young Master Kreizler,

"who dazzled all
with his interpretation

of Mozart's 'Concerto for Piano
No. 20 in D minor.'"

I fail to see anything
unsettling

about a piano recital.

Unless it's Mozart's "Concerto
for Piano No. 20 in D minor."

What of it?

It cannot be played
with one hand.

He said me his arm
was malformed,

a congenital defect.

Yes, that's how
he's always described it.

Then he was always lying.

Wanna take me upstairs?

Whoa!

Thank you.

Connor.

Van Bergen just got on
a water taxi.

To where?

Well, it's not goin'
to Buenos Aires.

I'm goin' out fer a while!

He's going to Buenos Aires

if we've gotta
take him there ourselves.

You're doing it all wrong.

- What?
- You have to use your eyes.

My eyes?

You know, bat your lashes.
Draw 'em in.

No. Like this.

You make an awful girl.

Goin' somewhere, son?

Come back!

Who are you?

I have money.

Take this.

You're a degenerate,

a filthy...

murdering pederast.

You've no right to live among
decent people.

I'm a van Bergen.

We're part of the 400.

400, my arse.

You're nothing
but a rich, little pansy!

Dirty sodomite!

You cannot talk to me like that!
I'm a Van Bergen!

You cannot touch me!

Easy now, Connor.

You won't do that.

You can't do that.

Dirty sodomite.

You'll pay for this!

You'll hang!

Holy Mother of God!

To hell with him!

That'll do.

Do you really think
we can catch this man?

Multi-murderers rarely get away
with their crimes for long.

What about Jack the Ripper?

There are exceptions,

of course.

Hello.

Joseph.

Is everything all right?

Yes. It's just too hot

working in the room
with the window closed.

Oh.

Does he really work
for the police?

Buy us a bottle of champagne?

How old are you?

How old would you like?

Hello.

I'm happy to see you're not
still out on the street.

What's your name?

Rosie. Take me upstairs.

How about some poetry
instead, Rosie?

Poetry?

Wouldn't you like to get
away from all this?

I can help you.

How do you mean?

A pansy by way of Khartoum,

took a lesbian up to his room.

They argued all night
as to who had the right

to do what, with which,
and to whom.

Tell another.

I can take you away...

to a castle.

We can go there together.

If all you gotta do is
draw pictures to make money,

why doesn't everybody do it?

Because not everybody
has the talent.

Find a room upstairs.
Wait for me there.

Joseph...

Do not leave this room.
Stay here!

It was him. It was him.

Stop him!

Stop! Police!

I'm sorry.

Do you play?

When I was younger.

Do you know the piece?

Yes.

I was told you were once
something of a prodigy.

I suppose I had
my moment in the sun.

He'll be looking for you.

Keep the curtains open.

Put the chair against the door.

What's Stevie doing
in that room?

Something's wrong.

Stay here!

What happened to your arm,
Doctor?

That is no concern of yours.

But why do you feel it necessary
to lie about it?

Stop. I will not have you
talk to me that way.

Whatever it is,
it's what accounts

for your bias against
the killer.

That's true, isn't it?

Who did this to you, Doctor?

I see no need to discuss
my private life with you.

Uhh!

Why can't you do what
you yourself demand of others

and be honest?

You don't have the courage

to see yourself
for who you really are.

It's because you're a coward.

Laszlo! Laszlo!

Hurry!

Hey. It's okay. It's me.

Stevie!
Where is he?

- He got away.
- Perhaps the others saw him.

What's going on?

Cyrus.

Miss Howard, please
stay with Stevie.

Cyrus?

Cyrus!

Cyrus.

We have to get him
medical attention.

Go and find a roundsman.

Wait. Why would the man
attack Cyrus

and draw attention to himself?

Makes no sense.

Unless...