All language subtitles for The.Alienist.S01E10.WEBRip.x264-TBS (no-hi)

Because you're a coward.

You weren't responsible
for her death.

Who, then, if not me?

This wretched investigation
is over.

Dr. Kreizler's withdrawn
because he's been hurt,

but we have a duty to go on.

But we don't have the knowledge
or the know-how.

We have a name.
We have a suspect.

All we have to do is find him.

Still trying to be a detective,
are you, Miss Howard?

Get out of my way.

The man that we're looking for,

he might have a job that
allows him to get close

to you boys and win your trust.

Tall fella. Facial tic.

3-story house,
second floor.

Today.

We may be too late.

Man:

Woman:

Man:

Woman:

Excuse me.

Joseph...

Where is he?

Has anyone seen the Commissioner?

Excuse me, Commissioner.

You should know that the body of
the boy found in the bathhouse

is being transported
to Bellevue.

The mayor felt it would
be better to have it there

where it can be viewed in peace.

He's also concerned that
your presence may...

inflame the situation.

When I was out West,

I dreamed of returning
to New York one day...

a hero...

who rid the city of corruption,

stopped murderers,

not a bureaucrat
shackled to a desk.

The last thing
an honest politician can expect

is gratitude,

if I may quote you.

We know his name.

We know where he lives.

We're close, sir.

Not close enough.

Clear the way, please.

Move along there.

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Joseph is still missing.

He was turned out on the streets
because of me.

I gave him money,

but it never crossed my mind
to take him in.

You're not to blame, John.

Of course I am.

God put him in my way,

and I failed him
like everyone else.

You know, until yesterday, I...

I felt sympathy for Beecham.

I thought I finally
understood him.

We can't understand him,

neither you nor I nor anyone.

Not even your friend Kreizler.

When you said that
you were in love with him,

did you mean it?

I imagine I was teasing you.

I think I'm in love with you.

There you go again, John Moore.

I know it's embarrassing
to speak of such things,

that we should keep them
to ourselves

and abide by the codes
that keep us civilized,

but how can we be civilized

when we've experienced
something like this?

Turn me down, by all means...

but don't pretend
I have no feelings for you.

Any news?

John believes another boy
may be missing.

And what about Laszlo?

I've made my life's work

the study of the human mind.

And yet now,
my own mind deceives me.

I have cause to hate God
for what he did to her, and...

Yet I find myself
believing in him...

humbled by his awful mystery.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, too,
if I pried into matters

that were not my concern.

I only did it
out of regard for you.

My father...

My father had two sides...

One loving and the other brutal,

the two often coexisting.

It was something as trivial
as putting me to bed,

I recall.

A game of tug of war.
We were laughing...

I don't remember if he was drunk

or if I said something
that offended him.

He must have pulled my arm
behind my back.

In small children,

fractures often affect...

My father kept a great deal
hidden from me...

Which is why I'm overly
inquisitive, I suppose.

As a child, I was unaware
of my father's melancholia...

But it became so overwhelming

that he tried to take
his own life.

I was the one who found him.

At the last moment,
he'd lost his courage...

and tried to pull
the gun from his mouth.

He was in terrible pain.

Half his face...

He took my hand,

and we held the gun together...

I'm sorry, Sara.

I've learnt from you

we can either let it haunt us
for the rest of our lives...

or we can accept it...

and use
the memory of our pain

to help others.

I'm not sure the choice
is entirely in our hands.

I disagree.

If it weren't,
we'd all be murderers.

We were hoping
you'd change your mind.

Stevie, prepare
the carriage for Dr. Kreizler.

That won't be necessary.

I've not asked
to be taken anywhere.

I meant no offense, sir.

Nor I, Cyrus,

but I intend to walk.

Where was the body?

This is not where he was killed.

Not here.

Describe the wounds.

Here.

Here.

A large cut? Gaping?

Yes, sir.

And the eyes?

Were the eyes missing?

No, sir. They was there.

Pale from being in the water,
but they was there...

...staring up at me, they was.

I'll never forget it.

Dr. Kreizler.

Detective Sergeant.

Dr. Kreizler.
Good to see you, sir.

Much of the organic evidence
was taken away for analysis.

A chart of the city's
sewage and water system.

Beecham probably stole it
from the Public Records Office.

Mm-hmm.

We suspect Beecham knows
we're watching the rooftops,

so he's using the sewers
to get around.

What is it?

Water.

Yes, sir.
We considered that since

the Feast of John the Baptist
is only 10 days away.

You don't believe
there is a connection?

Not to
the previous murders.

Do you think it has
a different purpose?

No, I believe you're right.

May I have a moment alone?

A chart of the city's
sewage and water system.

...the Feast
of John the Baptist

is only 10 days away.

Water.

Intimate nature of
so many other aspects.

Each of the murders
were committed

within sight of a body of water,
like a river or a public bath.

At first, I assumed
this map of the water system

had something to do with him
using the sewers to move around,

but now I'm not so sure.

"I baptize you with water,

but someone is coming soon
who is greater than I am."

Luke 3:16.

John the Baptist.

What of him?

I believe it's why he took
the name John, replacing George,

but keeping the name
of the man who assaulted him.

Beecham.

We know heights are
important to him.

The mountains are
where he found modest relief.

But I'm beginning to think
that water,

in the form of purification,
plays an equally important role

in his morbid...

His morbid what?

Ritual.

It's only a theory,

but I believe Beecham
used this map

to select the location
for his next murder.

The Feast of John the Baptist,
it's six days from now.

We don't have much time.
We need your help.

Where to begin?

High Bridge Tower.

It's the highest point
in the city.

How much are they?

Good morning, Marcus.

Esther.

May I speak with you?

I'm afraid my brother and I
are in a hurry...

I can wait.

I didn't sleep with you

to try and trick you or force
you to look after my child.

You know, I can earn
my own living.

But what I don't want is to be
alone for the rest of my life

because a man I was foolish
enough to marry

was too cowardly to face up
to his duties.

I'm sorry for what happened
to you, Esther, truly.

But I'm not ready to take care
of you or your child.

I ain't askin' for your charity.

I'm only asking that
you not cross the street

every time you see me.

The murders are in service

to some kind of
psychological gratification.

There you are, John.

Laszlo was just explaining
the difference

between a common murderer
and a multi-murderer.

Laszlo now, is it?

Please tell me
you haven't come here

just to frighten my grandmother.

I'm not the least bit
frightened by these...

psychopaths.

Actually, John, I've come here
to invite you to the opera.

The opera?

Yes. The 24th.
It's "Don Giovanni."

You are aware of
the importance of that day?

It's the Feast
of John the Baptist.

Once a Catholic...

I'm afraid I have
a prior engagement

with Miss Howard
and Commissioner Roosevelt.

It'll keep me occupied
most of the evening.

Perhaps you'd care to join us?

Perhaps after the opera.

May I suggest we skip the opera?

Unfortunately,
that won't be possible.

Our presence is required

as a necessary prelude
to later events.

How so?

Certain "followers of my work"
will expect us there.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Shall we say
half-past 7 then?

Oh...

You're dirtier than a savage.

She only loved me
when she bathed me.

She washed me.

You deserve it.

So pretty.

Look at the little bird
in its nest.

So pretty, I'm gonna snip it off.

You deserve it.

I love you so much.

I wanted to apologize.

I'm sorry if I was discourteous.

Thank you.

Okay.

John Schuyler Moore!

Jack Astor.

Rather underdressed, aren't you?

Has it started?

Oh, nobody bothers with Act One.
The fun only begins

when Don Giovanni seduces
the ladies...

something with which
you're quite familiar.

If you're referring
to Julia Pratt,

I believe you're
more familiar than I.

Come on now, old man.
Let's have a drink.

If I still drank, old man,

I would prefer to drink alone
rather than with you.

I remain baffled as
to why I'm attending the opera

on a night as important as this.

Where are the others?

Roosevelt's watching
Brooklyn Bridge,

and Sara and the Isaacsons
are expecting us

at High Bridge Tower.

It's best we leave now.

Laszlo, we've got to go.

Come on! Hyah!

Detective Sergeants.

Whoa, boy, easy, easy.

- Oh! Whoa now!
- Whoa now! Whoa!

They're all out there tonight.

The guardians
of the social order.

Box 16.

You meant it when you said

certain "followers
of your work."

Byrnes.

What did Mr. Moore
tell you exactly?

That he and
Dr. Kreizler would join us

just as soon as they could.

There's still time.

He's not taken his eyes off us.

Would you kindly see if there's
anyone in the corridor?

- There's no one.
- Excellent.

Now, John. Let's go.

When Dr. Kreizler
visited Beecham's rooms,

what did you discuss?

I told him about the eyes,

the heart in the box.

Was there anything else
he seemed interested in?

Hyah!

This isn't the right way
to the High Bridge Tower.

We're not going to High Bridge.

The map of
the city water system.

Do you have the map with you?

Sara and the Isaacsons
are waiting for us there.

Half the city's police force
is staking out the place.

Then they shall be disappointed.

What the hell are you
talking about?

He didn't take the eyes
this time.

Conscious or not, his focus
was on something else.

He's changing.
The ritual is changing.

Think, John.

What did you find in his rooms?

A map?

The map on its own
tells us nothing.

The box with the child's heart.

Not a child's heart.

Someone older,
someone close to him.

His mother. It's not only love
that resides in the heart, John.

It's pain.

I'm going to see if I can find
out what's happened to them.

You made me lie to them.
I had no choice.

If the police were to get
their hands on Beecham...

But Roosevelt trusted you.
We all trusted you.

Help! Help me!

Joseph! Joseph!

Help!

Joseph!

Joseph!

Joseph.

Is he all right?

Yes.

Thank God.

Joseph.

Joseph. It's me, John Moore.

Listen to me.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

Hey, Laszlo?

Laszlo?

Aah!

Hyah!

Japheth.

I could take your eyes...

But I want you to see.

Aah!

Stay there.

I know who you are.

I know what's been done to you.

You don't know anything.

Nor does the child.

He had nothing to do with
what your mother did to you!

He's as innocent
as you once were.

Killing him
won't rid you of her.

You think that's why?

Japheth. Japheth...

Where do you think you're going?

No!

Well...

looks like I walked in
on a bloodbath...

And covered myself in glory.

A terrible bloodbath it is, too.

All these poor people dead.

And me...

just too late to save 'em
from a madman.

Well, if it isn't Miss Howard.

The first woman to work for
the New York Police Department.

'Tis no business for a lady,

especially one as delicate
and lovely as yourself.

Japheth.

John. John!

Damn it.

Joseph.

Joseph.

It's okay.

Can you hear me, Japheth?

What made you kill them?

Tell me why, Japheth.

Why?

Why?

Japheth.

Japheth.

Japheth. Japheth.

Japheth!

Tell me what happened
with Captain Connor.

He left me no choice.

He would have killed us all.

I shot Captain Connor, sir.

You've always had the courage
to do what's needed to be done.

Your father would be
proud of you.

In every way, a perfectly normal
and healthy brain.

What does that prove?
That he wasn't insane?

It proves we don't know
anything.

God works between the lines.

Just think
what you achieved,

finding a killer with
no connection to his victims.

I wonder how long
he would have stayed hidden.

Somewhere inside, I believe
he wanted society to know

he's its tormented offspring,

a living reminder
of all the crimes we commit

behind closed doors.

What matters is
you stopped a monster.

We set out to find a monster,

but all we found was
a wounded child.

Forgive me, but...

I'm exhausted.

I know how badly
you wanted him alive.

The Jesse Pomeroys
and Japheth Durys of this world

will take their secrets
to the grave.

But there will be others,
I have no doubt.

And from them,
we might one day learn

what compels a man to do evil.

And to do good.

And to do good.

And although Captain Connor
was no longer

serving with
the Police Department,

his adherence to the moral code
he once devoted his life to

saw him act
in a most brave and...

honorable manner.

We can credit good police work

to putting an end
to the horror that has

plagued our city
these past four months.

It is my pleasure to present
this Medal of Commendation

to the family
Captain Connor left behind.

Ten hut!

Regardless of the difficulties
and personal misfortunes,

the past four months
have proved to be

more than a fruitful
partnership.

I daresay what we now share
is... friendship.

Then a toast to friendship.

- Friendship.
- Friendship.

Here's to you, here's to me.

May we never disagree.

But if we do, hell with you.

Here's to me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

John.

This was for Mary.

I'll hope you'll find
someone you can give it to.

Thank you, Laszlo.

It's really over now, isn't it?

You sound disappointed.

I've never had
an experience like this,

and I wonder how many more
I'll be allowed.

Somehow, I get the feeling

you're done with people
allowing you to do things.

I meant what I said before.

No, you didn't.

You're in love with what
you don't have.

You're in love with your dreams.

Aren't you?

Yes. I suppose I am.

Very well, then.

I shall wait very patiently

until you become
Chief of Detectives.

In the meantime, let me
accompany you to a carriage.

I'm perfectly safe, thank you.

Cab!

Come on now.

Whoa.

He won't wait all night.

The 20th century
is almost upon us,

and with it, a bright new future
with bright new ideas.

Why, women might even get
the right to vote.

Washington Square, please.

John Moore,
you just took my cab!

- He's there.
- Thank you.

I don't really know why I came.

Maybe because now
I'm free to speak my mind.

I've always blamed my failings
as an adult

and what you did to me
as a child.

Those failings...
were my own.

I remember something
you once said to me.

"Nature never allows a man to
be more than he is. Only less."

For years, I believed
those words reflected

your own bitterness and failure.

But now I understand
there were for my benefit.

You were simply preparing me
for what you knew would be

a life of disappointment
and pain.

But you were wrong.

I know that now.

I still believe we can be
better than nature intended,

even if you can't.

You did the best you could.

Goodbye, Papi.