The Alienist

What happened to your arm, Doctor?

That is no concern of yours.

Why can't you do what

you yourself demand of others and be honest?

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 Kreizler's withdrawn because he's been hurt,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

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.

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.