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[thunder clap]

PROFESSOR: And so we come to
that condition which most often

afflicts the more nervous sex.

Hysteria.

Derived from the
Greek for "uterus."

Much studied by
the French, it has

of late come under the scrutiny
of our Austrian colleagues.

Tonight, we'll endeavor to add
a British accent to this chorus.

Bring in the patient, please.

As you can see, the
patient is a comely woman

of 5 and 30 years who
has been under my care

in Bethlehem Hospital.

Of impeccable breeding, she
has suffered much of her life

from the classic symptoms
of the chronic hysteric.

Who can tell me what these are?

STUDENT: Lassitude.
- Correct.

Another?

STUDENT: The tingling
of the extremities.

Yes.

Another?

Convulsions.

Sometimes called
hysterics fits,

during which the patient may
become violent, dangerously

unmanageable.

Which is why, as a
precautionary measure,

I've had her injected with
four grains of heroin.

One cannot be too careful
when attempting to trigger

a fit in a clinical setting.

As I shall now endeavor to do.

Please.

I beseech you, sir, do not.

Sh, sh, sh.

The trigger point--

Help me.

Help me.

One of you, please.

PROFESSOR: Look at me.

I'm not mad!

I am not mad!

Look at me!

The trigger point may be hidden
anywhere in the female anatomy,

most often upon the breasts.

Do not touch me.

The inner thighs.

[grunting, cracking]

Or the ovaries.

Note the clench fists,
the arched back.

The tonic and clonic spasms.

Concluding finally, a
profound contracture.

Watch yourself.

She's started her
monthly bleeding.

Next patient, please.

ASSISTANT: Bring in the patient.

Any questions?

What if a woman's insistent
that she is not mad?

Just as every criminal
maintains he's innocent,

so does every mad woman
insist she is sane.

But she seems so--

Reasonable?

Perhaps.

Well bred?

Beautiful?

She is all these things.

And quite mad.

Therein lies the
paradox of insanity

and the great peril
of our profession.

Thus I caution you
all, gentlemen.

As you embark on your
careers as alienists,

believe nothing that you
hear and only one half

of what you see.

Bloody hell.

[horse neighing]

Hey!

Wait!

Hello there!

Excuse me!

I beg you, stop.

At first, Da didn't want
to stop on account you

may be a lunatic who escaped.

But I convinced
him you couldn't be

since you're headed toward the
mad house, not away from it.

Ah, clever deduction.

And you look like
a man who's only

lost his way, not his mind.

I'm grateful, thank you.

Are you visiting
someone at Stonehearst?

Actually, going
there to complete

my training as an alienist.

That's a doctor who
specializes in asylum medicine.

Well, I can tell
you'll be a good one.

You have kind eyes.

Thank you.

The mad house is
just up that hill.

You're certain?

Oh, yes.

Look!

I don't see anything.

[horse neighing]

Merry Christmas!

[thunder clap]

Hello?

[clanging]

Hello!

And who the feck might you be?

[gun cocking]

Oh, good God.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm-- I'm Edward Newgate.

Dr. Edward Newgate from Oxford.

Might you let me in?

Well, now, that depends.

Were we expecting you?

Well, I hope so.

I did send a letter to
the superintendent here.

Must've been weeks ago now.

Well, the post isn't
regular this time of the year.

Oh, really?

[cackling]

I'm just acting the maggot.

Of course you can come in, Ted.

What kind of
Christian would I be

to leave another outside
to freeze his onions off,

and on Christmas Eve, no less?

Well, thank you so much, sir.

I do appreciate it.

My name's Finn.

I'm the chief steward.

Welcome to our little mad
house in the wilderness.

Presently we have 200
residents at Stonehearst.

Son and daughters, some of the
finest families in the realm.

We have lords, dukes--

we even have a cousin
of the Queen now.

She likes to finger
paint with her own shite.

There you go, Rosie.

[chuckles]

We have a viscount
who's convinced

he has two heads and an earl
who thinks he's a teapot.

Seriously.

Wait here.

The doctor will
be along shortly.

Right, yes.

[rattling]

[crackle]

SILAS: Trephination.

An arcane medical procedure
performed by savages

upon those possessed
of evil spirits.

By boring a hole in the
skull, they believed it would

allow the demons to escape.

Let us be thankful we live
in more enlightened times,

don't you agree, doctor?

Newgate.

Edward-- Edward
Newgate from Oxford.

Forgive me for turning
up unannounced.

I-- I did write a letter,
but your Mr. Finn tells me it

never arrived.

An Oxford man is
always welcome here.

So, what brings
you to Stonehearst?

Well, as I wrote in
my letter, I had hoped I

would observe your methods in--

oh, no thank you.

Nonsense!

You've had an arduous
voyage from the backwaters

of blissful ignorance
across vast oceans

of academic blabber.

Till at last you arrived
here on the shores

of my little kingdom.

And at the dawn of a
new century, no less.

So, it's asylum medicine
you wish to practice?

Ah, yes.

Since as long as I can remember.

SILAS: Why?

I'm sorry?

Why not some speciality
that's held in high regard?

Surgery, for instance.

I don't much care
for blood, I suppose.

Tropical medicine them.

Or problems of the
female anatomy.

Both offer better pay.

[scoffs]

Well, I've always
been fascinated

by the troubled mind.

So is a priest, but he at
least is guaranteed heaven.

What do you hope to gain?

The satisfaction of
helping those in hell.

See, of all the afflictions,
I can think of none more cruel

than madness.

See, it robs a
man of his reason,

his dignity, his very soul.

And it does so, so slowly,
without the remorse of death.

Please, sir.

I have the desire
and the training.

All I lack is the
clinical experience.

[cuckoo clock sounds]

Time for afternoon rounds.

Of course.

I didn't wish to keep you.

Join me, Doctor?

Thank you.

Mr. Finn, help the doctor
off with his coat, would you?

Thank you.

SILAS: You'll find
us well-stocked

with the usual cases.

Neurasthenia, dementia praecox,
incurable homosexuality,

epilepsy, melancholia.

But where we differ
from other asylums

is in the social
station of our patients.

All hail from the finest
families in Europe.

For instance,
Terrance here is heir

to one of the largest railroad
fortunes in the continent.

And what is the
nature of his disorder?

He suffers from an utter
lack of interest in trains.

[scoffs]

So his family
had him committed?

Interesting case, this one.

Signore Balzoni was
thrown from his horse

during a polo match in Milan and
ever since has believed himself

to be an Arabian stallion.

[pounding]

He gets a tad agitated
at feeding times.

Please, go ahead.

[pounding, grunting]

You'll find most
of our patients are

here because they
are embarrassments

to their families.

Outcasts.

[neighing, pounding]

Signore, give the
gentleman his arm back

or I shall be forced to
withhold grooming for a week!

You-- you groom hi?

Small price to pay
to keep him contented.

Isn't that reinforcing
his delusion?

Yes.

What, you don't attempt
to cure your patients?

Cure them?

To what purpose?

Well, to bring them
back to their senses.

And make a miserable man out
of a perfectly happy horse?

[music playing]

Madame, your eminence.

Is it always this lively?

Here we do not
believe in sedating

our patients into a stupor
with bromides and the like.

We prefer to celebrate
them in their

natural, unadulterated state.

Check.

[groans]

Good afternoon, my lovely.

Nurse?

Nurse?

Has she eaten today?

She refuses to eat until her
son returns from the war.

He was killed in action
in Peshawar, '85.

Have you tried a feeding tube?

We do not use such
medieval methods here.

I'd hardly call it "medieval".

What would you call it then?

Well, a necessary means
of preventing death.

Death cannot be
prevented, Doctor,

anymore than madness cured.

There is no cure for
the human condition

and it's a foolish
physician who tries.

Suppose I were to present
with the following case.

A woman who suffers
from violent fits

triggered by physical
or emotional contact

that she perceives to be
of too intimate in nature.

Sounds like hysteria.

What treatment
would you prescribe?

Uh, mustard packs,
I should think.

Is she a patient
or a pickled herring?

Pelvic massage?

Potassium bromide?

I'm interested
in your opinion,

Doctor, not some textbook's.

Forget bromides.

Open your eyes.

Look at her.

[piano music]

So I ask again, presented
with a woman of utmost grace

and refinement within whose
breast roils passion so great,

she fears they will destroy her.

What treatment
would you prescribe?

Music.

Three times a day, no less.

Bravo, Doctor.

I concur.

There are few therapies
better at restoring

the soul than music.

Her name is Lady Charles Graves.
Eliza.

Mrs. Graves to us.

I presume you know her husband?

No.

Repugnant chap.

Possesses a tremendous fortune.

Not to mention many
unnatural appetites.

As one would expect,
her hysterical episodes

worsened involved
following the engagement,

until one night
she bit off his ear

and gouged out his
eye with a comb.

So her husband
had her committed?

No, her father.

If it had been up
to the Baronet,

she'd still be at home
in his loving embrace.

In fact, not a week goes by
that I didn't receive a letter

from him threatening
me and demanding

I declare her cured so she might
be remanded into his custody.

So, you refuse?

For her own safety.

Come, Doctor.

Yes, of course.

We have much to
see before dinner.

[thunder clap]

May I just say that
your playing is sublime.

Ah, your playing is sublime.

It's quite sublime.

Newgate.

Dr. Edward Newgate.

My name is Edward Newgate.

[light knocking]

[piano music]

[applause]

Nurse?

May I have a glass of water?

Your playing is sublime.

What was that?

Mozart?

Beethoven?

No, I wrote it.

Of course.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is--

Dr. Newgate.

I know.

We don't receive
many visitors here.

We're rather like
a leper colony.

Well, I doubt lepers
are so charming.

I wish you stop
complimenting me.

It makes me uncomfortable.

Forgive me, Mrs. Graves.

The last thing I wish
to do is offend you.

Are you quite certain
you're a doctor?

Yeah, well, of course I am.

Because I've never
known one to apologize.

Or, for that matter, give
a damn who he offended.

Well, I--

I'm not like other doctors.

I mean, to be honest,
I still haven't

gotten used to being one.

Whenever someone
calls "doctor," I

still turn to see if they're
talking to the chap behind me.

Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you, nurse.

[piano music]

Remarkable, isn't she?

She should be on a stage, not
languishing in some asylum.

Forgive me, I'm Dr. Newgate.

Edward Newgate.

And you are?

Let Jael rejoice
with the Plover.

Pardon me?

And Hobab rejoice
with Heraclitus.

That is Greek for the grub.

[whistles]

Ah, Newgate.

Tuxedo fits, I see.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but
what's he doing here?

Oh, Jeremiah.

Killed his wife with a hammer.

Not without
provocation, mind you.

What's he doing here
in the staff parlor?

When I was a medical
officer in the war,

you would on occasion invite the
enlisted men to dine with us.

Strengthen the bond between
the men and kept morale high,

and I believe the same
principle applies here.

It's therapeutic
for the patients

to mix with polite society and
polite society to mix of them.

[clanging]

Dinner is served.

[laughing]

Good boy, good boy.

[hollering]

Tell me, doctor, what do you
think of our little asylum?

Well, it's quite--

unlike anything I've ever known.

Newgate recently took his
medical degree at Oxford.

But why come all the way here
when there are other asylums

far closer to London?

Well, I've always longed
to return to the countryside.

I grew up on a farm in Yorkshire
and some of my fondest memories

are of the cows and chickens
that were my playmates.

[laughing]

You don't have the
Yorkshireman's accent.

Why's that, Ted?

Well, my-- my parents
died when I was 6.

So I was sent to an
orphanage in London.

Appalling place.

But, I mean, fascinating if one
was curious about human nature

as I was.

In a funny way, I was
quite grateful to them.

ELIZA: How so?

Well, misery has a way of
clarifying one's convictions.

See, it was in the
orphanage that I realized

what my life's work would be.

To labor amongst the
wretched and the friendless.

And to give these poor
souls some small measure

of hope and kindness in a
world that knows too little.

Forgive me.

I seem to have turned Dinner
into a Dickens' novel.

[laughing]

FINN: Bon appetite.

MAN: What is this tonight, Finn?

Squirrel?

A present we find ourselves
somewhat modestly provisioned.

A toast to Mr. Finn for
providing such fine victuals

for our Christmas repast.

Mickey Finn.

ALL: Mickey Finn!

Mickey Finn!

[coughs]

I'm-- I'm sorry, Finn.
Is that really your name?

'Tis.

Why?

Well, you know, to slip
someone a Mickey Finn.

You know, with knockout drops.

It's quite-- quite, uh--

Well, quite.

[hysterical laugh]

That never occurred to me.

Slip someone a Mickey.

[laughs]

That must be how
me da got me dear

old ma to lie still with he--

[imitates intercourse]

[laughing]

You'll forgive me if I don't
find that at all amusing.

No.

Ah, what would bring a
smile to that puckered ass

of a mouth of yours?

That will be enough, Finn.

My apologies.

I meant no offense.

Yeah, well, none taken.

That's the Christmas spirit.

Come now, let me offer you a
little drink of friendship.

No, no, no.

I've-- I've had quite enough.

FINN: Come on,
we're celebrating.

Honestly, Finn.

I'm sure he
doesn't mind raising

a glass to our Lord and Savior.

Do you now, Doctor?

I-- I'd be delighted.

Oh, dear!

[gasping]

I'm afraid that will stain.

Soda water will save it.

Follow me.

[pounding]

You must leave here immediately.

[scoffs]

But I've only just arrived.

You do not belong here.

Why, I was going to say
the same thing about you.

There's time before
they get suspicious.

They'll assume you went to
your room to change your shirt,

but don't.

Leave those things.

Go straight to the stable.

The roan is the most
sure-footed on the moor.

She'll see you
safely back to town.

You want to steal a horse?

Lower your voice.

No, not until you
tell me what's going on.

Do as I say.

Leave.

Now.

Eliza, please.

Eliza, please--

[moaning]

Mrs. Graves, I'm-- I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

[thunder clap]

[WHISPERING] Mrs. Graves,
indeed, listen to me.

There's something
I need to tell you.

[intermittent pounding]

[louder pounding]

[thunder clap]

[pounding continues]

[loud clanging]

Help us please!

[shouting]

BENJAMIN: Who are you, boy?

I-- I'm a doctor.

Lies.

I've never set eyes on you.

Where are you from?

Upstairs.

Before that, you fool.

I'm from Oxford.

You listen to me, and
listen carefully, boy.

You have got to help us
escape from these cages.

ALL: We're not mad.

We're not mad.

We're not mad.

We're not mad.

Please help us!

Of course you're not.

You've got to help us!

I will, I will.

First thing in the morning,
I'll consult with Dr. Lamb.

Dr. Lamb?

Are you daft?

If he learns that
you found us, he'll

slit your throat and ours.

You must get the keys.

Let us out!

MARION: Please.

We're not mad.

You've got to help us!

Let us out!

PATIENT: Listen to us!

MARION: Newgate!

Edward Newgate!

How do you know my name?

Your letter.

You remember, Benjamin?

It was weeks ago.

The young man who wrote
to us from Oxford.

I remember.

Newgate.

Your letter came with
the last mail delivery

before Lamb overthrew us.

Overthrew you?

MARION: Yes.

Overthrew you?

What is going on?

I'm Marion Pike.

Matron.

Charles Swanwick.

Chief medical officer.

Martha Colburn.
Nurse.

William Paxton.

Groundskeeper.

BENJAMIN: Dr. Benjamin Salt.
Rightful superintendent

of Stonehearst Asylum.

Wait, wait, wait.

If you really are
the superintendent,

that means that Dr. Lamb is--

A lunatic demon
of the worst kind.

Oh, good God.

God.

What happened?

They put something
in our drink, Doc.

Chloral hydrate.

It's-- it's a
surgical anesthetic.

It's colorless and odorless,
but lethal in imprecise doses.

I lost four
doctors that night.

Three of my nurses died.

Poor creatures.

PATIENT: They'd been
planning this for months

Treacherous bastards.

Just biding their
time to slip us.

A Mickey Finn.

They give us water,
a pittance of food,

but make no mistake, Doctor.

We are dying.

We are dying.

Know You could steal
the keys from Finn.

Ah?

Set us free!

They'd tear us apart
before we'd gone 100 yards.

We'll take our
chances fighting.

In our condition
again their numbers?

They're homicidal maniacs
upstairs with guns, Charles.

Look around you.

None of us are fit to fight.

Some of us are too
far gone already.

There's only one solution.

MARION: It's you, Doctor.

You are our only chance.

Please.

BENJAMIN: Run, boy.

Get the keys!

BENJAMIN: Run, boy!

Get to town.

Bring help.
PATIENT: Get the keys!

Run!
[shouting]

PATIENT: The keys!

BENJAMIN: Run!

Run, boy!

[loud knocking]

Who is it, Eliza?

I'm frightened.

It's no one, dearest.

Just the Sandman.

Mrs. Graves!

Is he going to try
and make love to us?

[loud knocking]

Back to sleep.

Mrs. Graves, we must
leave here immediately.

You had your chance
to leave before.

I have found Salt and
the others, Mrs. Graves.

Do you realize what would've
happened if you'd been caught?

I have some ideas.

You have no idea.

We can argue about this later.

Right now, I need you to
fetch your warmest coat

and meet me in the
gazebo in 10 minutes.

We can steal a horse,
and if we're lucky,

we can make it town
and summon help.

Why would you presume I
would go anywhere with you?

Because I cannot--

I will not leave without you.

I must go back to bed.

Listen to me.

The lunatics are
running this asylum.

Yes, and I'm one of them.

FINN: What's this I see?

Evening rounds are
finished, Doctor.

I was just giving Dr. Newgate
directions back to his room.

Lost, is he?

Yes, embarrassingly so.

I was looking for
the staff library

and must have made a wrong turn.

Well, any event, I know
where I'm headed now,

so I'll bid you all good night.

Thank you, Mrs. Graves.

Finn, see the young
doctor to his room.

My pleasure.

Oh, no, no.

Won't be necessary.

Oh, I insist.

And I shall expect you
for morning rounds.

Half past eight.

Right.

Of course.

This way, Ted.

Does he suspect anything?

No.

You must endeavor to make
sure it stays that way.

Something is troubling
you, my dear.

This cannot last, Silas.

Eventually we will
be discovered.

The spring is coming.

People will come.

Visitors.

We cannot just lock them out.

The only reason
any of us are here

is because the world
wanted to be rid of us.

We're embarrassments
to our family, exiles

to the human race.

We will not be discovered
for the simple reason

that no one cares.

My husband does.

I promise you.

You will always be safe
within these walls.

[music playing]

I'm afraid this
is all I could find.

Supplies upstairs
are running low.

I'll bring more next time.

[coughing]

And some laudanum for
that cough of yours.

Bless you, Doctor.

It's men with guns
we need, not medicine.

That's not an option
anymore, Doctor.

After last night,
Finn and his goons

are watching me like hawks.

I barely made it
here undetected.

Come back here.

Please, mate, come on.

I could be wrong,
but Lamb strikes me

as a man who would rather see
the ship sink with everyone

in it than to give up the helm.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

So even if we did
steal away and find help,

God knows what would
await us when we return.

We?

Well, me and Mrs. Graves.

Eliza Graves?

Don't be a fool, man.

She's as mad as the lot of them.

No, no.

I don't believe she is.

Tell that to her husband.

Make sure you speak
into his good ear.

One she didn't bite off.

The man is a monster.

She was right to defend herself.

Mrs. Pike, may I remind you on
which side of the bars you sit?

So you cannot flee, you
cannot steal Finn's keys.

What do you propose to do?

Huh?

Look, I came here
to study his methods.

Lamb sees me as his protege.

If I could just
maintain that trust,

you know, understand the
workings of his mind, maybe

I could bring him to reason.

He killed five
soldiers in cold blood.

And do you think you
can outfox him, boy?

If you can just
give me his case file.

Long gone.

It's the first thing
he'd have destroyed.

EDWARD: Well then, I'd best
be back before I'm missed.

In the medicine cabinet
behind the Scotch.

In his-- in-- in my office.

He escaped once before
and he stole it briefly.

I didn't want to give
him that pleasure

again, so I hid his casebook.

Right.

BENJAMIN: Doctor?

I want to warn you.

I do not know what
Lamb's plan is for us,

but I do know that
if he believes

you could jeopardize
it, he will not

hesitate to slit your throat.

Deplorable conditions,
these, but soon

I mean to make a change.

And what better way to
ring in the new century

than by doing away
with this godforsaken

ward and all the
backward-thinking

it represents.

Right, Finn?

Right, then.

So what do you hope to do
with the current residents?

Introduce them to
the general population.

You're not serious.

Keep a man in a cage and
he'll behave like an animal.

Give him his freedom and
he'll remember his humanity.

And that's your plan, is it?

To create an
enlightened society?

Do I sense skepticism
in your question, Doctor?

Oh, no, not at all.

I suppose I'm just curious to
know if you think there are

any individuals whose
crimes are so heinous

they justify imprisonment?

Sadists who find gratification
in the debasement of others.

And those cowards who
would send younger

men to their deaths in battles
they themselves would avoid.

Except for these,
I believe all men

can be rehabilitated often
by the simple act of having

their dignity restored.

[loud groan]

Who-- who's down there?

FINN: The Ogre of Oxbridge.

The Ogre-- of what?

Stage name.

His family sold him off to a
sideshow when he was a child.

He injured his hand a few days
ago whilst attacking a nurse.

Would you be so kind as to
change the dressing, Doctor?

You expect me
to go down there?

You came here for clinical
experience, did you not?

Yes, of course.

[loud groans continue]

Well, two grains of opium, I
should think will do the trick.

Don't need that.

What do you expect me to do?

Sing him a lullaby?

Use these.

The asylum doctor's
greatest ally.

Look out for the piss bucket.

[heavy breathing]

Hello?

Now listen here.

I don't mean to
harm you, Mr. Ogre.

I just want to see your hand.

Oh, good God.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

[growls]

Lamb, please help!

SILAS: Eyes, Newgate.

Eyes!

[growls]

[cackling]

Arthur.

[growling]

[gagging]

Arthur.

Forgive me, Arthur.

May I call you Arthur?

Can I?

I-- I didn't mean to
enter without permission.

I meant no offense.

I'm Dr. Newgate.

But you can call me Edward.

It's all right.

Ed-dard?

That's right, Edward.

Ed-dard.

Now, Arthur, let's look
at that hand, shall we?

It's OK.

All right.

Bravo, Doctor.

Bravo.

Can you take your
trousers off, please?

It's, uh, my shoulder.

Please?

I will do that, Millie.

You may return to your duties.

- But I want to!
- Leave us.

Sit down.

Bare your shoulder.

Stubborn fool.

Why didn't you listen?

You could've left when
you had the chance.

I didn't know what
I do now, Eliza.

Don't call me that.

Mrs. Graves, you
have to understand you

are in danger here.

I can assure you I'm not.

Give me your hand.

And what of those down below?

What about them?

Mrs. Pike and the women,
are they suffering terribly?

Yes, all of them are.

You could go down
there yourself.

Or are you afraid
of what you'll see

will weaken your
loyalty to lamb.

You have no idea what
it was like here before.

What monsters Salt
and his men were.

How we were stripped
bare and subjected

to examinations of the most
disgusting, intimate nature.

Strapped to tables, given
drugs to dull our senses,

and doused with ice
cold water and made

to suffer a thousand other
indignities too horrible

to mention.

You couldn't
possibly understand.

I can.

I-- I can.

I can.

I can.

I know what cruelty
is, Mrs. Graves.

I know, and I give
you my word that you

will never again have to
suffer the way that you have.

Never.

Why do you care so
much what happens to me?

Because the thought of you
locked away in this mad house

is abhorrent to
everything that I believe.

As a doctor 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 from his own grave.

Maybe so, but at least it
won't say on my gravestone

what it'll surely say on yours.

He died like a dog in the dark.

[laughing]

You done it!

You done it!

BENJAMIN: Get to
town, quick, hurry!

Get help!
Hurry!

FINN: 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 medial 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.

[coughs]

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--
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 gonna 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 don't trust the
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.

That I can assure you
will never happen.

[bell rings]

Someone's escaped.

[distant shouting]

Here, here, here!

[gasping]

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

They won't.

[galloping]

[horse neighing]

[man howling]

Come on!

Come on!

[gasping]

[sobbing]

Oh, Lord, no.

No!

FINN: Now, now, gentlemen.

PATIENT: You get
back, you bastard!

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. Swanwick.

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 Stags' Leap.

And this one came at
me like a banshee.

The horse spooked,
reared up, and hit

the old fecker in the nut.

Fell down stone dead.

Suicidal tendencies are not
uncommon amongst the seriously

deranged as we know.

Finn, see to it that
the body is buried.

FINN: Aye.

Dr. Lamb!

Did he stab himself
in the back as well?

He must have landed on
something when he fell.

Something sharp.

Pity.

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, you say?

How dare you accuse
me of madness

in front of my own staff.

I didn't accuse you of--

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.

BENJAMIN [VOICEOVER]:
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.

[crying]

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,

the man accused of
such atrocities.

No!

No!

[whimpering]

BENJAMIN [VOICEOVER]: When you
have found a thing a man fears

most, you will have discovered
the key to his madness

and the means to control it.

Silas appears to
feel 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.

[shouting]

October 3rd, 1899.

Over the past nine
years now, I have

struggled to determine
what it is that haunts

the soul of Silas Lamb.

The cruel mother, a sadistic
father, indifferent god.

[barking]

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're 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.

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.

[laughing]

[coughing]

Whilst-- 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 anymore.

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.

[laughing]

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 clothes,
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?

[cracking]

Mr. Finn.

Dr. Lamb.

Find Dr. Newgate, have
him meet me in the surgery.

[muttering]

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.

[clears throat]

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

Mother?

[gasps]

Daniel?

Yes.

Blessed Lord, is it
really you, Daniel?

Yes, it's me.

No matter how great the
distance between us,

you will always be on my mind.

My dearest boy.

Now 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?

Hm?

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 nuns.

On an empty stomach in
a ward with no heat.

Well, in a few months,
it will be spring.

In a few months,
we may all be dead.

Pneumonia, typhus, starvation.

Finn even.

Lamb's experiment
is crumbling, Eliza.

Like 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 a sister.

Yes.

That's why I could
never leave her.

Well, you don't have to.

Really, you don't have to.

We can be 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 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--

kind of forget that I am.

I wouldn't get too
close to that one.

Bit of a biter she is.

Dr. Lamb requests your presence.

Ah, 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 to do to him?

Treat him, of course.

With Edison's
miracle of our age,

we shall banish to history
the straight jackets,

the cold baths, the nausea
machines, the floggings.

Finn, we will start
with three seconds.

[crackling]

I call it electrotherapy,
and I think

you'll be fascinated to
see what happens when it is

applied to the subject's brain.

[zapping, mumbling]

You'll need a strong
stomach if you expect

to practice asylum medicine.

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

But his heart!

A tenth of that
can 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 would--

Do it!

Do it.

[machine whirring]

[muffled yelling]

You will see the
miraculous effect

of this remarkable new therapy.

What is your name, sir?

I don't know.

Are you the
superintendent here?

I don't really know.

SILAS: As you can
see, a mind that

was not moments ago tormented
by delusion is now pacified.

Am-- Am I in a hospital?

You are a patient
at Stonehearst Asylum.

Who are you people?

Tell him, doctor.

Tell him.

We are your keepers.

[chatter]

[coughing]

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 that you need.

To defeat him?

No.

To heal him.

It's difficult to
imagine Lamb as a patient.

Well, 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 of 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.

It's not fair!

[sobbing]
- There, there.

I'm not going anywhere.

Eliza?

Yes, darling?

What's it like?

What's what like?

To be in love?

[music playing]

[laughing, chattering]

You're the belle of the ball!

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.

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

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

Now tell him.

Well, where are you going?

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

Wait.

Edward, wait!

[giggling]

[laughing]

[bell ringing]

Dinner is served.

Dinner is served.

[applause]

Oh, Eliza.

How do you do?

Who?

Me?

Well, I'd be delighted.

[giggling]

FINN: May I butt in?

Well, well.

What a beautiful dress.

And lovely shoes.

[giggling]

MARION [VOICEOVER]: Think
of him as a patient.

Shine the light of your sympathy
into the darkest corners

of his mind.

And then maybe then
you'll find what

he so desperately
wants to keep hidden

from you and from himself.

[screaming]

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 my friends.

Join me outside.

The new century
is nearly upon us.

[chatter]

[giggling]

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 after slipping
them all a Mickey Finn.

[cackles]

Well, not if Mickey Finn
slips you one first.

Well, I wasn't expecting that.

[gunshot]

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

That's the other one!

[laughs]

Come on, come on!

[laughs]

[groaning]

Now, now, Ted.

[screams]

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.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1--

FINN: Stop!

Stop!

Don't drink the
fecking champagne!

SILAS [VOICEOVER]: Believe
nothing that you hear

and only one-half
of what you see.

Welcome back, Ted.

[laughing]

Have a little rest
while we set the stage.

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

[cackling]

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.

[applause]

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.

Help me please.

You looked so lost
and so beautiful.

It sickened me to
see you be exhibited

like a sideshow freak.

PROFESSOR: Look at me.

EDWARD: I would have stopped
it if I could, but I--

I couldn't.

I couldn't.

So I vowed there
that I would find you

and 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's not like
that with me, Eliza.

No?

How is it different?

It's you who possesses me.

FINN: Excuse us, your ladyship.
- You must get out of here.

Go, please.
Ride to the village.

Please.

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 will 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.

[applause]

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.

[rattling]

We will start with a
dose of 10 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 you to have it.

Very well.

[gunshot]

Silas.

Silas.

Silas!

Keep going.

Faster.

Faster!

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

[groaning, yelling]

Eliza!

Eliza, my feet!

Hurry!

Eliza!

Eliza!

Eliza, look at me.

Look at me.

Woo!

Hit the switch!

Hit the switch!

[crackling, screaming]

[laughs]

[screaming]

Quick, my hands!

Eliza, untie me!

Quick, my hands!

Everybody out!

Evacuate the building!

Evacuate!

Take these keys
and set them free.

But where are you going?

To find Lamb.

Everybody outside!

Go that way.

Keep going.

Go that way.

Keep going.

Quickly.

[GUNSHOTS, YELLING IN
BACKGROUND]

Please help, Dr. Lamb!

Please help, Dr. Lamb.

Dr. Lamb!

[gunshots]

[gun clicks]

They were suffering, so--

and I-- and I--

It's over, Silas.

I saved them.

I know.

I now.

I saved them all.

I know.

[yelling, chatter]

Ladies!

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

William.

William, you may
come with me now.

Yes, Mrs. Pike.

Come.

[yelling]

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
about 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?

Why the devil not?

There you are, dear.

[hysterical laughter]

Tea, Benjamin?

MAN OUTSIDE: 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?

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.

[hysterical laughter]

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,
Madam, 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.

ASSISTANT: Next patient.
PROFESSOR: Indeed--

Any questions?

It seems he became unduly
infatuated with Lady

Graves at a medical
demonstration I gave at Oxford.

HUSBAND: Sometime after that,
he managed to escape his room,

elude two orderlies, and to
flee via a laundry chute.

In the process,
stealing my pocket

watch, my Derringer,
and my identity.

In any event,
suffice to say, he's

a very disturbed young man.

He suffers from
pseudologia fantastica,

one of the more 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 is an empty shell.

Incapable of true feeling.

Beyond a cure.

Check-- mate.

MARION: You'll excuse me
if I disagree, Doctor.

No one is beyond cure.

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

HUSBAND: What precisely
might that be?

MARION: Not what.

Who.

Shall we, Mrs. Lamb?

With pleasure, Dr. Lamb.

[music playing]