The Alienist

Where is my baby?

You know I know what happens here!

Free Martha Napp! Free Martha Napp!

This woman is innocent.

Where is the body of the murdered child?

You find my baby girl.

You promise me, Doctor.

An example needed to be set with Martha Napp.

I shall write about this injustice.

I wish you would work with my father at the "Journal."

This just in... they found a dead baby's body

down at Siegel Cooper.

I fear this is another missing infant.

Another?

You need a detective, señora,

and a woman such as I

with the resources and the experience.

I've been asked to find the missing daughter

of Spanish Governor Linares.

- Is it the Spanish child? - It's what I feared.

So the dead child is Martha Knapp's.

The markings on the eyes are so curious.

"Memento Mori"... remembrances of death.

Who could have done this?

A person in great pain.

Whoever they are...

They will kill again.

Goddamn bone.

Where's the bone saw, Ding Dong?

I left it on top of the block.

Here.

There you go.

Those boys won't be telling any secrets where they're going.

Not anytime soon.

There's a bone for Bonaparte.

More where that came from.

La-di-da.

Another missing baby doesn't change anything.

Doesn't matter what Crazy Kreizler thinks.

Forgive me.

That's what he's being called, John.

You think that Markoe is really going around

kidnapping babies and killing 'em?

No.

But let me accompany Miss Howard,

see if I can find a connection between the two infants.

It seems circumstantial.

One of them is this poor kid in the Lying-In Hospital.

And the other one, what,

a child of a wealthy diplomat?

It doesn't add up.

Sorry, sir.

But if we're right, Bernie,

not only do we vindicate Martha Napp,

but we conceivably have the scoop of the century.

- I promise you. - That's a big promise, John.

Hearst isn't gonna like it.

I daresay he won't.

And I doubt very much he's gonna like

his future son-in-law palling around

with the fragrant Miss Howard, neither.

It's not like that, Bernie.

Isn't it, John?

I told Bernie that the doll connects the two cases.

He said it was still speculation and that

there was not enough evidence to conclude

that there is a serial killer of children.

In fact, he thought it was an outlandish proposition.

But...

But did he give you permission to investigate the story?

Indeed he did.

Bravo.

Laszlo's going to accompany me to the Spanish Consulate.

I'm going to interview Linares's servants.

You think the servants are hiding something?

Not necessarily, but we have to at least rule them out.

If indeed they are hiding something,

the latest research suggests liars will give themselves away

by the smallest of facial gestures.

Oh, nonsense, Laszlo.

A moderately accomplished liar can maintain

a decent poker face, as I know only too well.

Let me demonstrate.

How do you feel about...

Small dogs?

Stop it, Laszlo.

Pomeranians? Chihuahuas?

- Maltese? - I know what you're doing.

I merely asked you one question,

but I seem to have made you decidedly uncomfortable.

You've proved your point, Laszlo.

What is that in your hand?

Behold.

A public lecture by Dr. Markoe.

The audacity of the man.

I intend to be there

to ask questions and perhaps

hasten his fall from grace.

You have no proof.

Only questions he need not answer.

But it is a public arena, Sara.

He will have to answer me.

No, he doesn't. He detests you.

Nevertheless, what if it was not a Dr. Kreizler

asking the questions,

but "The New York Times"?

Well...

if nothing else, we will see if he can dissemble

more proficiently than you, John.

Sounds like a plan. Let's go.

Good day, John.

Good-bye.

Pass me Albert, please.

I don't see why you have to name them.

I have their measurements written down

beside their rabbit name

so I can calibrate carefully

the amounts of poison

I need to administer.

You could call them a number.

Pass me number four, then.

You better destroy these records when you're done.

Doyle can't find out about any of this.

Number four.

Albert.

You say Señora has no memory from earlier that day,

but we should speak to her again about this.

She's deeply traumatized, Laszlo.

Any further questioning would undoubtedly feel

like an interrogation to her.

I'm talking about something else entirely...

a way to gain entry to her unconscious mind.

What do you mean?

There have been bold new advances

in the field of hypnosis, Sara,

from the Salpêtrière School in Paris.

I hardly think it's appropriate to suggest

a method so untried and untested

as a cure-all for finding their missing child.

Let us first interview the staff,

and then we will proceed from there.

Please, sit.

And what is your name?

They call me Frances. Frannie.

And tell me, Frannie, are there any poisons

kept in the house?

Poison?

For the vermin... rats, sometimes.

We had rats in the garden,

so the señora asked us put down poison outside.

How long have you worked for the Linares family?

For two years now.

They're good people.

And what is it you do?

Eyes over here, please.

- What is it you do? - I'm the cook.

Would you say the señora is a good mother?

I mainly stay in the kitchens.

And how many people work in the kitchens?

Usually it's only me and Cook,

unless the Ambassador got a reception on

and they got guests.

Have you ever brought the child

to the Siegel Cooper department store?

Please, ma'am. Don't cry.

You minded the child.

Most of the time, yes.

Do Señor and Señora seem happy to you?

Laszlo.

Gracias.

You spoke to everybody?

I believe so.

Is it possible that I could speak with your wife,

Señor Linares?

She is resting.

It has been such an ordeal.

But it's important. Perhaps...

Not today.

I understand.

I'd hoped our interviews would have yielded

more fruitful results.

The only two avenues open to us

are the doll from Siegel Cooper

and the body of the Napp child.

That's all we have to go on.

The reason I don't want to raise the idea of hypnosis

is that I'm of the firm conviction

that Señora Linares would strongly disapprove.

It is your case, Sara.

Who amongst us would not be similarly fallen from grace

were we born into such misery?

When these young women should be practicing chastity

to live themselves above destitution...

Too many of the lower classes give in to seduction.

However,

it is not my place to render moral judgement

on the souls of these poor women.

All I can do is give them succor.

Thank you.

How very good of you not to render moral judgment