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Why do you care so much what happens to me?

Because

the very thought of you locked away in this madhouse

is abhorrent to everything that I believe,

as a doctor and... and as a man.

Excuse me.

For Christ's sake, Swanwick, will you give it up?

We have as much chance of escaping that way

as a man clawing his way out of his own grave.

Maybe so, but at least it won't say on my gravestone what it'll say on yours.

"He died like a dog in the dark. "

You done it. You done it.

Get to town. Quick. Hurry.

Get help. Hurry.

I still don't get why he's walking around.

He should be down in a cage with the others.

I cannot continue to run this bloody asylum on my own.

I need an assistant. I thought that was me.

With medical training.

How hard can it be to play a doctor?

"Turn your head and cough. "

"Bend over, young lady, while I take a little look at you. "

Your talents are better suited to other duties.

Like making sure the dipsomaniacs keep the bloody boilers stoked.

Bloody icebox in here.

What's he got on you?

What are you talking about?

You haven't been the same since he showed up.

I suppose I feel a certain sense of duty towards him.

He has the makings of a fine asylum doctor.

Reminds me of myself, a... headstrong, idealistic.

Ah.

Fetch another, would you?

I sense a kindred spirit in him.

I believe he may understand what I'm trying to accomplish here.

Yeah, well, how understanding is he going to be

if he discovers Salt and all them others?

Come the New Year, that won't matter any longer.

There'll be nothing to discover.

I tell you, I don't trust that little gutterfuck.

He's up to something.

Perhaps I'm wrong about him,

but he's taken a keen interest in our Lady Graves.

He won't be raising any alarms

unless he has her on his side.

And that I can assure you will never happen.

Someone's escaped.

Oi. Hai!

Here. Here. Here.

If they reach town, it's the end of us.

They won't.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, Lord, no. No.

Now, now, gentlemen.

You get back. You bastards.

Back. Get back.

There's no need for tears.

You have my word you won't be harmed.

Is that what you said to your mother and sister

before you slashed their throats? Hm?

Aye, Mr. Swan.

But your methods have cured my madness.

I'm a peaceful man now.

I am.

A veritable... lamb.

No!

It's a sad and shameful thing that.

Come now, Mr. Swanwick.

Let's get inside before we all catch our deaths.

Oh, dear.

One of them threw themselves from Stag's Leap.

And this one came at me like a banshee.

The horse spooked, reared up and kicked the old pecker in the nut.

Fell down stone dead.

Suicidal tendencies are not uncommon amongst the seriously deranged.

As we know.

Finn.

See that the body is buried. Aye.

Dr. Lamb.

Did he stab himself in the back as well?

He must have landed on something when he fell.

Something sharp.

Pity.

No, you can't just walk away from this.

From what, dear boy?

Sir, if you would only just examine the body yourself.

I am not a coroner. Nor are you.

Dr. Lamb, this man has clearly been...

Killed by a horse.

I have an asylum to run.

And you I believe, Doctor, have patients to attend to.

This is madness.

What did you say?

I said this is madness. Madness.

Madness, you say?

How dare you accuse me of madness in front of my own staff?

I didn't accuse you of anything.

Two patients are dead, Newgate,

because you were not doing your duty and watching over them.

Silas. Where were you, Newgate,

when these two fellows escaped?

How many more must die because of your negligence?

Silas!

Nurse, I think we'd better get ourselves inside.

March 1st, 1891.

This enigma called Silas Lamb continues to mystify me.

Silas remains mute about his years as a military surgeon,

the war,

and most of all, the horrific incident

that had him committed to this asylum.

No! No!

And yet he has no such reservations

when it comes to protesting what he calls

my "barbaric" methods.

How ironic to be called cruel by a man such as this,

a man accused of such atrocities.

No! No!

When you have found the thing a man fears most,

you will have discovered the key to his madness

and the means to control it.

Silas appears to fear very little.

But all men have their breaking points.

And I am bound by my oath as his doctor to find his.

To cure him

and to make him whole.

I believe Silas enjoys what he mistakenly believes

is his control over me.

In his tormented mind, his stay at Stonehearst

is merely a chess match.

And I am his pawn to move as he sees fit

for his pleasure.

But like most children, Silas seems to forget

all games must end.

And there is only one victor.

October 3rd, 1899.

Over the past nine years now

I have struggled to determine

what it is that haunts the soul of Silas Lamb.

A cruel mother?

A sadistic father?

Indifferent God?

I don't claim to know the answer.

I only know that animals like Silas Lamb

must be broken

to be made men again.

That's one of my suits you are wearing.

Fits me well, don't you think?

Of course, I had to have it taken in a bit.

But then,

you're a stouter fellow than I am.

Or were.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised

that killing unarmed men in cold blood

hasn't affected your appetite.

On the contrary.

Their deaths were most distressing

to myself and my staff. Staff?

A bunch of inebriates and chronic masturbators more like it.

Funny I've never seen the harm in chronic masturbation.

Nevertheless, I bring condolences

and a recommendation that no one else repeat their error.

And as a show of good faith,

I'll increase your rations

and send down more fresh water.

You see, old friend, unlike you,

I'm not a cruel man.

Whilst, uh,

whilst I'm here,

I thought you might like a report on the condition of the patients.

I don't give a damn.

They're not my responsibility any more.

The melancholiacs are less lethargic

since being weaned off the large doses of opium you had them on.

The hysterics are less listless

now that they don't have you poking around their private parts.

Even the mongoloids are thriving since being taken out of their restraints

and put to meaningful work in the kitchens.

A pity it's all for naught

when they starve to death.

We are sufficiently provisioned.

I'll tell you what I think, old friend.

I think that you haven't taken anything for that cough

because you neglected to lock the medical cabinet

and the opium addicts got into the laudanum.

And I suspect that you're wearing that suit

because it's the warmest suit in my closet,

which comes in very handy when you have imbeciles

looking after the boilers.

I hope you've enjoyed

pretending to be sane, Silas.

Has this masquerade

helped you to forget what it was like

blowing those poor boys' brains through their skulls?

Mr. Finn. Dr. Lamb.

Find Dr. Newgate.

Have him meet me in the surgery.

Fine. Don't eat.

See if I care. Silly old cow.

Millie.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of being a nurse.

Can't things go back to the way they were before?

May I try?

Thank you.

Now,

will you try one for me?

He doesn't like the taste of it. No.

Your son, right?

And he tastes what you taste, does he?

But how? Right through the cord.

Do you not see how it stretches from me out the window to him?

He's off fighting the Afghans, he is.

You don't want me to starve, do you,

Mother?

Daniel?

Yes. Blessed Lord.

Is it really you, Daniel?

Yes, it's me.

Listen, no matter how great the distance between us,

you will always be on my mind.

My dearest boy.

Listen, Mother,

I'm afraid I have to go abroad again

on a secret diplomatic mission for Her Majesty the Queen.

Where?

I'm not at liberty to say.

But food is very scarce there

so I need you to eat for the both of us.

Can you do that for me?

For Daniel?

I will. I will.

That's it. That's it.

Well done.

Very good.

No, no, no. Go off to bed. Get some rest.

I still have the bedpans to do.

No, doctor's orders.

Fine. Go.

Millie, lock the door.

A couple more.

Very good. That's it.

That's it.

Very good.

Thank you so much.

Millie really needs the rest.

Lamb has her running herself ragged doing the work of four nurses.

On an empty stomach, in a ward with no heat.

Well, in a few months it'll be spring.

In a few months we may all be dead.

Pneumonia. Typhus. Starvation.

Finn, even.

Look, Lamb's experiment is crumbling, Eliza.

Look, he cannot see it because he's blinded by madness.

But you're not.

When I first arrived here, Millie could barely speak.

Salt had put her in a morphine coma to control her.

Lamb took her off all sorts of medication.

Had her work on the wards.

It was good for her.

She's grown into a capable young woman.

Yes, with the mind of a child, but she's alive, Edward.

You love her like your own sister. Yes.

That's why I can never leave her.

Well, you don't have to.

Really, you don't have to.

We can go together all three of us. Together.

Start a new life away from here.

Where? Spain, Italy.

Someplace where the sun is always shining

and the sky is blue, and... and you can be free

to do whatever you want to do.

Somewhere you can be truly, truly alive.

I can make that happen.

I can.

Nothing can get in our way. Nothing.

My husband can.

If he does, then I would kill him.

Be careful, Edward.

When you speak like that, you don't sound like a doctor.

When I'm with you, I...

I forget that I am.

I wouldn't get too close to that one.

Bit of a biter, she is.

Dr. Lamb requests your presence.

Where?

Follow me.

Ah, Newgate, just in time. For what?

To assist me in an experimental procedure of my own devising

which, when perfected, I expect to usher in a new era

in the humane treatment of lunacy.

An unfortunate case.

Believes himself to be the rightful superintendent of Stonehearst.

It's a common delusion.

Ranks right behind Napoleon and Jesus Christ.

What are you going do to him?

Treat him, of course.

With Edison's miracle of our age,

we shall banish to history the straitjackets,

the cold baths, the nausea machines,

the floggings.

Finn, we will start with three seconds.

I call it "electrotherapy".

And I think you'll be fascinated to see

what happens when it is applied to the subject's brain.

You'll need a stronger stomach

if you expect to practice asylum medicine.

It may look painful, but I can assure you he feels nothing.

Yeah, but his heart. A tenth of that could stop his heart.

You may do the honors this time, Doctor.

What? No.

A dose of five seconds should clinch it.

But, Dr. Lamb, you can't possibly imagine that I... Do it!

Do it.

And now

you will see

the miraculous effects

of this remarkable new therapy.

What is your name, sir?

I don't know.

Are you the superintendent here?

I don't know.

As you can see,

a mind that was not moments ago tormented by delusion

is now pacified.

I... Am I in hospital?

You are a patient at Stonehearst Asylum.

Who are you people?

Tell him, Doctor.

Tell him.

We are your keepers.

I'm afraid that's the last of the laudanum.

Thank you, Doctor.

Now listen. You must rest if you can.

You need your strength. For what?

Tonight I intend to set you free.

All of you. Tonight?

Why?

Because I... I fear Lamb's procedure on Salt

was merely a rehearsal.

I fear he means to do it to all of you.

Tonight.

I never did approve of Dr. Salt's methods.

Of course, it wasn't my place to criticize.

You know, Eliza said you were always very kind to her

and the other patients.

I loved them like my own children.

Even Lamb?

There is some good even in poor Silas.

Though I fear it has become deranged by madness.

How do I understand him?

Your first instinct was the right one.

Think of him as your patient.

Shine the light of your sympathy

into the darkest corners of his mind,

and maybe then you'll find what he so desperately wants

to keep hidden from you and from himself.

Only then will you have what you need.

To defeat him? No.

To heal him.

It is difficult imagining Lamb as a patient.

Perhaps you should spend some time where he spent so much of his.

Why won't you let me go? I want to go.

Because it's not appropriate for a girl your age.

But I'm not a girl. I'm a lady.

Quite beautiful one, mind you.

You should see how the boys stare at me.

Listen to me, Millie.

You must stay in this room with the door locked

until I return, do you understand?

You just want to leave me here so you can run away with him, don't you?

Who? Dr. Newgate.

Millie, that's absurd.

You're going to run away with him and you're going to leave me here

to wipe bums and empty bedpans, and it's not fair.

Oh, no. Sh.

There, there. I'm not going anywhere.

Eliza?

Yes, darling.

What's it like? What's what like?

To be in love?

You're the belle of the ball.

You look beautiful.

I suppose you've come to ask me to dance.

Believe me, nothing would please me more.

But there isn't time.

Look, I need you to do me a favor.

There's something I must do, and if Lamb asks you,

tell him I've gone outside for some fresh air. Now tell him.

Where are you going?

To find a way to put an end to all of this.

Wait. Edward, wait.

Dinner is served.

Oh.

Eliza.

How do you do?

Who? Me?

Why, I'd be delighted.

May I butt in?

Well, well.

What a beautiful dress.

And lovely shoes.

Think of him as a patient.

Shine the light of your sympathy

into the darkest corners of his mind,

and maybe then you'll find what he so desperately wants to keep hidden from you

and from himself.

No.

Pleurisy, I suspect.

Brought on by catarrh.

The...

The poor child's heart gave out.

Take the body upstairs, would you?

No. Do not touch her.

She's gone to a better place.

No.

This was supposed to be a better place.

It is nearly midnight.

Someone.

You. Fetch the champagne. Bring it here, quickly.

All of my friends.

Join me outside.

The new century is nearly upon us.

Peter!

Where's Peter?

Peter, my pyromaniac friend.

You may do the honors.

Tonight we shall warm ourselves

by the fire

of our ignominious past.

Are you quite finished there, Ted?

Spiking the bubbly, I mean.

You're slipping them all a Mickey Finn.

Not if Mickey Finn slips you one first.

Well, I wasn't expecting that.

Ah!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

That's the other one!

Come on. Come on.

Now, now, Ted.

Doctor.

You're just in time.

Indeed.

Ah, there you are.

There we are.

Won't you be joining us, Doctor?

Of course.

Allow me.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

one.

Stop!

Stop!

Don't drink the fecking champagne!

Believe nothing that you hear

and only one half of what you see.

Welcome back, Ted.

There, have a little rest while we set the stage.

I'll be back in two shakes of a whore's tail.

Come on.

Dear friends.

A few hours ago

we celebrated the arrival of a new century,

and in a few hours more,

we shall celebrate the dawning of a new day

in this, the grand experiment

we have been conducting together.

Oh, Eliza. Oh, thank God.

Please help me undo these straps.

Please.

Eliza.

It was found on your person.

Why did you come here?

You know why I came here, to study asylum medicine.

You're a liar. He sent you.

Who? My husband.

To take me back to him. No.

I don't believe you.

Why did you come here?

I...

I came here for you.

For me? Why?

I... I saw you

six months ago at a medical lecture.

I saw you.

You were there?

Help me. One of you. Please, I'm not mad.

You looked so lost and so beautiful.

It sickened me to see you exhibited like a sideshow freak.

Look at me.

I would have stopped it if I could, but I couldn't.

I... I couldn't.

So, I vowed there and then

that I would find you and that nothing would stop me.

Did you even know my name?

It didn't matter.

No, it does matter.

Saying otherwise proves you're no better than any of them.

Than who?

My family,

my doctors, my husband.

You act like I'm some precious thing to be bartered

or put on display or possessed.

It-It's not like that with me, Eliza.

No?

How is it different?

It's you who possesses me.

Excuse us, your Ladyship.

You must get out of here.

Go, please. Ride to the village. Please.

Time for Ted's big debut. Eliza, promise me.

Promise me. Promise me.

Eliza. Eliza!

Tonight we will show mercy

to a man who has betrayed us,

and through the miracle of medical science

we make him in our image.

And when we are done, he'll not need to be locked below in a dungeon

like the criminal he was, but will join us

up above in the light,

fully rehabilitated.

And we shall embrace him as one of our own.

Pity.

You would have made a fine asylum doctor.

You showed a rare talent for it.

You're mad.

We're all mad, Dr. Newgate.

Some are simply not mad enough to admit it.

Crank it up, Finn.

Now.

We will start

with a dose of ten seconds.

Wait, wait, wait.

Before you start, I'd like a final request.

In my vest pocket

there's a picture of Eliza Graves.

I'd like her to have it.

Very well.

Silas.

Silas.

Silas!

Keep going.

Faster. Faster!

Feck, I don't need you. I'll do it me self.

Eliza. Eliza, my feet.

Hurry.

Eliza!

Eliza!

Eliza.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Hit the switch. Hit the switch.

Quick, my hands.

Eliza. Untie me.

Quick, my hands.

Everybody out! Evacuate the building!

Evacuate!

Take these keys and set them free.

Where are you going? To find Lamb.

Everybody outside!

Go that way. Keep going.

Go that way. Keep going.

Quickly.

Please help, Dr. Lamb.

Dr. Lamb.

They were suffering, so...

And I...

It's over, Silas.

I saved them. I know. I know.

I saved them all. I know.

The war, it's over, Silas.

There you go.

Ladies.

Let's start putting the patients in the far wing.

William. William, you may come with me now.

Yes, Mrs. Pike. Come.

Inside.

Eliza.

Eliza. Eliza.

Down here.

Silas.

Can you hear me?

Silas.

Eliza, he's gone.

Eliza.

We could leave now.

Edward, I can't.

You can't what?

I can't imagine being anywhere but here.

You can't... I'm quite sure you don't mean that.

Yes.

Because you are sane

and I am not.

I'm not sane.

I'm madly in love with you.

Eliza, listen to me.

Listen to me. There's something I need to tell you.

I should've told you right from the beginning, but I was too afraid.

Eliza...

Inexcusable this.

No way to run an asylum.

Dear God.

You realize we've been ringing for over a quarter of an hour.

We need to speak with your superintendent at once

on a matter of utmost urgency.

No. What?

We can't speak with him? Well, why the devil not?

There you are, dear.

Tea, Benjamin.

Sodomite.

Am I to understand it is you who is in charge here, Madam?

It is.

Highly irregular.

No mind.

And what is this, sir?

Release papers instructing you to discharge a former patient of mine

named Eliza Graves and remit her to our custody.

I'm afraid I cannot, sir.

What? Why not?

Because she was discharged three weeks ago.

On whose orders?

Dr. Newgate's.

I beg your pardon?

Dr. Edward Newgate, from Oxford.

That's impossible. Why?

Because, my good woman, I am Dr. Edward Newgate.

It's as I feared. We're too late.

Would someone please tell me what's going on?

The young man you knew as Dr. Newgate

is neither a Newgate nor a doctor.

How silly. Of course he was a doctor.

I can assure you, madame, he is not.

Well, who is he then?

A very cunning and disturbed patient

who until two months ago was under my care

at Bethlehem Royal Hospital in London.

Forgive me, but that makes no sense, Doctor.

Why would he go to the trouble of escaping from one asylum only to enter another?

To find my wife.

Next patient. Any questions?

It seems he became unduly infatuated with Lady Graves

at a medical demonstration I gave at Oxford.

Some time after that, he managed to escape his room,

elude two orderlies, and flee via a laundry chute,

in the process stealing my pocket watch,

my Derringer, and my, uh...

Identity.

In any event, suffice it to say,

he's a very disturbed young man.

He suffers from Pseudologia fantastica,

one of the most severe cases I've ever encountered.

In all the years I've known him,

I've never uncovered his true identity.

It could very well be that he's an empty shell

incapable of true feeling

beyond a cure.

Check

mate.

You'll excuse me if I disagree, Doctor.

No one is beyond cure.

In fact, I believe your young man has found his.

What precisely might that be?

Not what. Who.

Shall we, Mrs. Lamb?

With pleasure, Dr. Lamb.