The Alienist

There was a massacre in New Paltz.

It's possible it was committed by a man named Beecham...

John Beecham.

Do you think it was an accident?

His throat was cut from ear to ear.

Tell us about your brother.

I came across him sitting astride a dead striker.

A young man... a boy, really.

He was stabbing at the body with a knife, over and over.

Dr. Kreizler!

Run! Run!

- Uhh! - Aah!

"And if thou wilt, remember",

"and if thou wilt, forget,"

"I shall not see the shadows,"

I shall not feel the rain,

"I shall not hear the nightingale sing on,

"as if in pain.

"And dreaming through the twilight,

"that doth not rise nor set,

"haply I may remember,

and haply may forget."

I'm so very sorry.

My deepest condolences.

Thank you.

Please forgive me

for offering you the same advice you once gave me.

You are not alone in your sorrow,

and there's no shame in grieving for those you love.

Laszlo.

It's over.

This wretched investigation is over.

Laszlo, give yourself a few days before you...

Before I what?

Before I get you killed, too?

You weren't responsible for her death.

Who then, if not me?

== Synced & corrected by MaxPayne ==

So... there we were,

waitin' outside the house for the Doctor to return.

And the Indian lass... she invited us in.

"Would you like a lovely cup of tea?" she said.

She invited you in for a cup of tea?

I could tell that she was interested

in more than a cup of tea.

So I made myself scarce.

Mary couldn't speak.

I wasn't being literal, Detective Sergeant.

She said it with her eyes. Know what I mean?

You saw her lead Connor up to the bedroom?

By the nose.

So when'd she fetch the knife?

Well...

I suppose she had it hidden,

up her petticoat the whole time.

You expect us to believe you?

I expect you to believe me

over Sambo and some halfwit stable boy.

Whoa, whoa! Whoa.

Marcus. Look at yous,

a couple of heebs playin' at cops.

Here's one for the literary scholars among you.

Who is the greatest killer of chickens

in all of Shakespeare's plays?

That would be Macbeth, because...

he committed murder most fowl.

Hello, Commissioner.

You look like you're on your way to church.

Here. Why don't you take a pew?

I've been to a funeral.

Have you now?

One could say you bear some of the responsibility,

you and the police force you built over the last 30 years.

You know, you got rioting in the Points.

You got a multi-murderer on the loose,

and you come walking in here, accusing me of crimes

brought on by your own lack of leadership?

And where will I find good men in the department to lead?

Men, good or bad, do not follow what they don't respect.

And what is it that you teach them to respect?

I taught them to respect a badge...

and the uniform...

and all they stand for.

What they do not respect is weakness.

Now don't you have more pressing issues

other than making false allegations against an old man

who's just trying to enjoy the fruits of his retirement?

Weakness is hiding in the past, old man.

I'm afraid it's no use. I've spoken to Laszlo,

and he won't... or can't... change his mind.

Then we'll have to continue without him.

I know how much of an opportunity this is.

I know how much it could help convince...

Please don't insult me.

Do you honestly believe I'm doing this to advance myself?

I'm doing this because I want to sleep soundly again.

What happens when the next boy is killed?

I'm not talking about what happens.

I'm talking about what's possible.

And is it possible for you to walk away from this?

Because I can't.

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

as badly as anyone can be.

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.

I believe Japheth Dury killed his parents

and a man named George Beecham.

He took his name, or part of it,

and became John Beecham.

All we have to do is find him.

- What is this place? - It used to be a saloon

before the Commissioner's Sunday Licensing Laws

put it out of business.

Welcome to our new headquarters.

I followed him to his place.

Connor.

He lives in Brooklyn.

They're the only family in the house,

even got a yard and an outhouse.

It ain't fair he's living like that

and Mary's in the ground.

It's a pity she didn't finish him off.

Because if I got the chance, I would stick a shank in his throat.

You ain't gotta cut a man's throat to kill him.

All you gotta do is...

cut a man on his leg,

nick a vein, you put him away right quick.

None of the murders have taken place above 14th Street.

We should narrow our inquiries to Greenwich Village and the Lower East Side.

That's only half the population of the city.

He... he knows his way around the rooftops.

Perhaps his profession is somehow connected.

Churches and charity use the rooftops to get around the city.

Then why don't we knock on some doors and...

We don't have time. We need to narrow down our possibilities quickly.

The Feast of St. Barnabas is only eight days away,

and we know he won't stop killing.

We have until the 11th.

Then perhaps we should involve the police.

We are the police.

Why did Japheth Dury change his name to John Beecham

when the man who violated him was named George Beecham?

Why take only his surname?

There could be some twisted logic to it.

By taking his name or part of it,

he changes from victim to tormentor.

And by doing so, assumes the identity

of the man who betrayed him

and in turn betrays boys who trust him.

Yes, but why John and not George?

We know that John Beecham was released

from St. Elizabeth's hospital in the summer of 1890,

and the murders of the Zweig twins occurred in 1893.

If it was the same man,

where was he those intervening years?

If I had your name and wanted to know where you lived,

where would I go, Detective Sergeant Isaacson?

Uh, police records. Let's say you don't have a police record.

Official hours are over. We're with the police department.

Uh, we were wondering if we could have a word

with Mr. Charles Murray?

And what is the purpose of your inquiry?

We'd like to check the Census records

for the name of a man we're trying to find.

Stop!

The Lower East Side wards.

John Beecham.

146 Allan Street.

Aged 2 years.

That would make him 8 now.

Nine... eight...

seven...

six...

five...

four...

three...

two...

one!

Perhaps he did change his name.

Or moved to New York after the Census.

Fee, Fi, Fo. Fum.

I smell the blood of an Englishman.

Fee, Fi, Fo. Fum.

I smell the blood of an Englishman.

What is it?

Look at this.

Fee, Fi, Fo. Fum.

I smell the blood of an Englishman.

Fee, Fi, Fo. Fum.

I smell the blood of an Englishman.

Look at the bottom of the page.

He's here. He's real.

Hey! You kids can't be here!

I don't see what business it is of the Commissioner

to inquire into our employment practices.

We'd be happy to explain that to Mr. Murray.

I am Mr. Murray.

Mr. Beecham's brother may be involved