The Alienist

What is it, what is it?

- Where is my baby? - What are you on about?

- No, my baby, she's - Your baby is fine.

- No, my baby's - Now calm down.

- No, my baby's - Now calm down.

She's fine. - No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no

Stop it!

- Stop! - No!

No, no, no, no!

Dr. Markoe! Please, where is my baby?

You know I know what happens here!

I'll call the police!

Let me see her!

No, no! My baby!

Dr. Kreizler.

Come to free the sinners?

- According to your Bible, aren't we all sinners?

In my book,

butchering your own child is a crime against God and man.

Despite your polished shoes

and shiny buttons, deputy warden,

I do not believe your uniform

gives you the right to pass sentence.

Slow down!

Whoa!

- I'm sorry. Please hurry. - Watch where you're going!

I can still find her smell.

It's faint now, but it's still there.

What are they calling me?

Are they calling me a monster, Dr. Kreizler?

- You are not a monster, Martha.

It is the world that is monstrous.

- Good morning, Mrs. Schermerhorn.

I'm here to see Miss Howard

to receive an update on my case.

Milly?

Milly!

What is all the racket?

Quick, Ida. All hands on deck.

You take the back stairs.

- Milly will lead you through to Miss Howard,

Mrs. Schmerhorn.

Thank you, Ida.

Why is Mrs. Schmerhorn here today?

She got the dates mixed up.

Milly's asking after her dogs,

trying to keep her occupied.

Today, of all bloody days?

A woman is to be put to her death.

We have no time for this.

They look good.

- I feel positively entombed in here.

- Well, it was out of order yesterday,

but it was supposed to be fixed.

What progress can we report?

- We did a full inventory of her silverware.

None of the servants is stealin' from her.

Oh, you got a smudge.

- The elevator's broke again. She left in a huff.

- Thank God for small mercies. Milly, get the banners.

- The carriage is ready, Miss Sara.

Thank you, Ida.

Delmonico's, please. - Yes, ma'am.

- Kreizler feels there's a fair chance of reprieve,

but if we could use your good graces to

Y I understand,

but a woman's life is at stake, TR.

Whatever you can do.

Thank you, Teddy.

- Talcum is the talk of the town.

That's your leaving face.

Must you?

It's an important day, V.

An important story.

I know.

Your words will make a difference.

I wish you would work with my fa

my godfather.

Your hours would be your own at the "Journal."

- I think you mean my hours would be yours.

You're so adorable.

I hate that you have to leave me and poor Mrs. Bamm Bamm

all alone when we're having such fun.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Bamm Bamm?

I must leave, I'm afraid, V.

Maurice, I realize there's an outstanding, uh

but I was hoping to put the luncheon on my tab.

- Miss Violet asked that the bill be on her account,

Mr. Moore.

Oh.

Goodness.

John, we must hurry.

Sure, fine.

Okay, well, uh, thank you, Maurice.

Ladies.

- It's somewhat of a tight squeeze in here, John.

Yeah.

- Sing Sing Prison! And hurry, please!

Free Martha Napp! Free Martha Napp!

Free Martha Napp!

Free Martha Napp! Free Martha Napp!

Free Martha Napp!

- It's a glorious morning, gentlemen.

Mr. Byrnes!

In what capacity are you here, Mr. Byrnes?

- The warden has asked me to observe

to be sure that these proceedings are just and fair.

We're demonstrating one of the new wonders of the age.

The electric chair is considerably more humane

than death by hanging. - Mr. Byrnes!

- A fellow won't shit his pantaloons

in the chair a woman, neither.

- Brave men do not gather to murder a woman.

- And what of Elizabeth Cady Stanton's protests?

- This is not courage. It's cowardice.

- She was tried in a court of law.

Fairly tried.

- Where is the body? This is an outrage!

Justice for Martha!

We condemn murder!

Be careful, girls!

- Justice for Martha! Justice for women!

Sara!

Do what you can.

- We will, Elizabeth! We will!

- Save Martha Napp! Save Martha Napp!

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

Press! - Let him through.

- John Moore, "New York Times." - Yeah, that's fine.

- Sara Howard, New York Police Department.

- This is out of date, Miss Howard.

- My good man, we just observed Thomas Byrnes,

the former commissioner of the New York Police Department,

enter through here.

You did not peruse his papers.

Well, that's Mr. Byrnes,

and I think a former commissioner deserves

I am here from Washington

under the express orders of Theodore Roosevelt,

the Assistant Secretary of the Navy,

and reports directly,

directly to the President of the United States.

So, officer, maybe you want to think about that and hop to.

Yes, ma'am Miss Howard.

- You dissemble with admirable ease, Miss Howard.

- I have found being able to tell a small, white lie

on occasion is a most useful skill, Mr. Moore.

- I don't mind dying, Dr. Kreizler.

I don't.

But what I do mind

is dying and not knowing what happened to my baby girl.

Can I ask you for something?

Ask anything of me.

When I'm gone, you find her.

You find my baby girl.

You promise me, Doctor?

I promise you, Martha.

- They will try to crush us, but we will not be silenced!

Get off of her!

- If you find her, you can give it to her.

- Roosevelt never called, did he?

There'll be no reprieve.

Any last words?

Stop!

We have to stop this!

- One of the female agitators, I see.

This woman is innocent!

This is an outrage, an abomination!

I am surprised, Miss Howard,

a lady of your bearing should be participatin'

in such hooliganism and lawlessness.

- "A little rebellion now and then

is a good thing," Mr. Byrnes.

- The words of anarchists and agitators.

- They're the words of Thomas Jefferson, Mr. Byrnes.

Officers, please.

Miss Howard is a lady with a constitutional right

to speak her mind.

- Sara, we have lost the battle.

- Enough. - Let go of me!

I ask you all, as you sit here silently spectating,

where is the body of the murdered child?

Where?

Shame on you.

Shame on you all.

- Double it! 2,000 volts!

- Stevie will take you to "The New York Times."

Laszlo, wait.

- I have no need for pity, John.

You should leave.

- I would not be a friend if I were

to leave you alone like this.

- But there is nothing you can say that will

make this day seem any less objectionable.

Martha Napp put her faith in me.

And I shall write about her

and all of New York will know of this injustice.

She will not have died in vain.

- I'm not at all certain that Martha did not want to die.