The Alienist (2018) s01e10 Episode Script
Castle in the Sky
1 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.
MOORE: 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Kreizler's withdrawn because he's been hurt, but we have a duty to go on.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.
[GASPS.]
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.
MAN: 3-story house, second floor.
SARA: Today.
- [SLICING SOUND.]
- [GASPING.]
We may be too late.
[CLANK.]
[PHONOGRAPH STATIC CRACKLING.]
MAN: Là ci darem la mano Là mi dirai di si Vedi, non è lontano Partiam, ben mio, da qui WOMAN: Vorrei e non vorrei Mi trema un poco il cor Felice, è ver, sarei Ma puo burlarmi ancor Ma puo burlarmi ancor MAN: Vieni, mio bel diletto! WOMAN: Mi fa pietà Masetto [FLASHBULB POPS.]
Excuse me.
["LÃ CI DAREM LA MANO" FROM "DON GIOVANNI" CONTINUES.]
[WATER SPLASHES.]
[WATER SPLASHES.]
MOORE: Joseph Where is he? [FLASHBULB POPS.]
[FLASHBULB POPS.]
[FLASHBULB POPS.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Has anyone seen the Commissioner? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
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.
MAN: Clear the way, please.
- [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
- Move along there.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
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.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
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.
[KISSES.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Any news? John believes another boy may be missing.
And what about Laszlo? [CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY IN DISTANCE.]
KREIZLER: I've made my life's work the study of the human mind.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
And yet now, my own mind deceives me.
[CLOCK TICKING.]
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.
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
[INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Forgive me.
Forgive me, too, if I pried into matters that were not my concern.
I only did it out of regard for you.
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
[CHAIR CREAKING.]
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
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 [INHALES SHARPLY.]
[INHALES SHAKILY.]
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.
[SNIFFLES.]
[STIFLES SOB.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[VOICE BREAKING.]
In small children, fractures often affect [INHALES SHARPLY, EXHALES DEEPLY.]
My father kept a great deal hidden from me [BREATHES SHARPLY.]
which is why I'm overly inquisitive, I suppose.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
As a child, I was unaware of my father's melancholia But it became so overwhelming that he tried to take his own life.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
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.
[INHALES SHAKILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
Half his face He took my hand, and we held the gun together [CRIES SOFTLY.]
I'm sorry, Sara.
I've learnt from you we can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives [EXHALES SHAKILY.]
or we can accept it [VOICE BREAKS.]
and use the memory of our pain to help others.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
I'm not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.
[WHISPERS.]
I disagree.
If it weren't, we'd all be murderers.
We were hoping you'd change your mind.
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
CYRUS: 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.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
Where was the body? [WATER TRICKLING.]
This is not where he was killed.
Not here.
[SHOWER RUNNING.]
Describe the wounds.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
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 - [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
- staring up at me, they was.
I'll never forget it.
[RINGING CONTINUES.]
- [SLICING SOUNDS.]
- [GASPING.]
[PANTING.]
[FAINT CRYING.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
[SMACKS LIPS.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, ROOSTER CROWS.]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING.]
Dr.
Kreizler.
Detective Sergeant.
Dr.
Kreizler.
Good to see you, sir.
[BOY CRYING.]
[METAL CLINKING.]
Much of the organic evidence was taken away for analysis.
[BOY WHIMPERING AND CRYING.]
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.
LUCIUS: 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? LUCIUS: Not to the previous murders.
Do you think it has a different purpose? No, I believe you're right.
[CLATTER.]
[CLATTER.]
May I have a moment alone? MARCUS: A chart of the city's sewage and water system.
LUCIUS: the Feast of John the Baptist is only 10 days away.
[LAUGHTER.]
KREIZLER: Water.
[VOICES OVERLAPPING INDISTINCTLY.]
[LAUGHTER.]
[VOICES OVERLAPPING AND ECHOING.]
SARA: intimate nature of so many other aspects.
[VOICES CONTINUE OVERLAPPING AND ECHOING.]
[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[LAUGHTER.]
[VOICES CONTINUE OVERLAPPING AND ECHOING.]
[BOY CRYING.]
[WHIMPERING.]
[CONTINUES WHIMPERING.]
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[CONTINUES WHIMPERING.]
[CAT MEOWING IN DISTANCE.]
- [WHIMPERING.]
- [MEOWING CONTINUES.]
[CAT MEOWS.]
[CAT SCREECHES.]
[SPLAT.]
[INSECTS BUZZING.]
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.
[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[WHISTLE BLOWING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
How much are they? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Good morning, Marcus.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
Esther.
May I speak with you? I'm afraid my brother and I are in a hurry I can wait.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
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.
KREIZLER: the murders are in service to some kind of psychological gratification.
[CUPS CLATTERING.]
MRS.
MOORE: 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.
[SCOFFS.]
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.
[CROW CAWING IN DISTANCE.]
WOMAN: Lovely day, isn't it? Shall we say half-past 7 then? [CRYING.]
[SNIFFLES, CRYING.]
[GASPS.]
[CRYING.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
Oh You're dirtier than a savage.
She only loved me when she bathed me.
She washed me.
[VOICE ECHOING.]
You deserve it.
So pretty.
Look at the little bird in its nest.
- So pretty, I'm gonna snip it off.
- [WHIMPERING.]
[VOICE ECHOING.]
- You deserve it.
- [GASPS.]
I love you so much.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
I wanted to apologize.
I'm sorry if I was discourteous.
Thank you.
Okay.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[WOMAN SINGING ARIA FROM "DON GIOVANNI".]
[SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
John Schuyler Moore! Jack Astor.
Rather underdressed, aren't you? - [OPERA CONTINUES IN DISTANCE.]
- 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.
[SCOFFS.]
[CONTINUES SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
MOORE: 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.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
Come on! Hyah! [INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
SARA: Detective Sergeants.
[HORSE WHINNIES.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
Whoa, boy, easy, easy.
- MAN: Oh! Whoa now! - MAN #2: Whoa now! Whoa! They're all out there tonight.
The guardians of the social order.
Box 16.
[OPERA CONTINUING FAINTLY.]
You meant it when you said certain "followers of your work.
" Byrnes.
[TICKING.]
LUCIUS: What did Mr.
Moore tell you exactly? [WHISPERING.]
That he and Dr.
Kreizler would join us just as soon as they could.
[PLAYING "IN QUALI ECCESSI MI TRADI QUELL'ALMA INGRATA".]
There's still time.
[SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
He's not taken his eyes off us.
[CONTINUES SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[WATER TRICKLING.]
[PLAYING "DON GIOVANNI! A CENAR TECO M'INVITASTI".]
Don Giovanni! - A cenar teco - [WHIMPERING.]
- M'invitasti - [WHIMPERING.]
Would you kindly see if there's anyone in the corridor? [SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
- There's no one.
- Excellent.
[DON GIOVANNI CONTINUES SINGING.]
[BREATHES SHARPLY.]
[SINGING IN ITALIAN CONTINUES.]
- [EXPLOSION.]
- [SCREAMS.]
[LOWERED VOICE.]
Now, John.
Let's go.
[EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE.]
[HORSE WHINNIES.]
SARA: 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? - MAN: Hyah! - [RATTLING.]
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.
KREIZLER: 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.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[METAL CLINKS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- [DOOR CLANKS.]
- [MOORE GRUNTS.]
[CREAKING.]
Help! Help me! [JOSEPH YELLING INDISTINCTLY.]
Joseph! Joseph! [VOICE ECHOES.]
Help! [MUFFLED SHOUTS.]
[PANTING.]
[MUFFLED SHOUTS.]
MOORE: Joseph! [GRUNTS, GROANS.]
Joseph! [VOICE ECHOES.]
[LIGHTBULB SHATTERS.]
[SHARDS CLINK IN DISTANCE.]
[PANTING.]
[LIGHTBULB SHATTERING IN DISTANCE.]
[SHATTERING CONTINUES.]
[MOORE PANTING.]
Joseph.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
[PANTING.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Is he all right? Yes.
Thank God.
Joseph.
- [RUNNING FOOTSTEPS ABOVE.]
- Joseph.
It's me, John Moore.
- [CREAKING.]
- Listen to me.
You're safe now.
You're safe.
[FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE ABOVE.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[CREAKING.]
[THUD.]
[CLANK IN DISTANCE.]
[LOWERED VOICE.]
Hey, Laszlo? [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Laszlo? - [THUDDING.]
- [MOORE GRUNTS.]
[GASPING.]
Aah! [WATER TRICKLING IN DISTANCE.]
- [HOOVES CLOPPING.]
- MAN: Hyah! [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
Japheth.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [GASPS.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I could take your eyes but I want you to see.
[GRUNTS.]
[SHOUTS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GROANS.]
Aah! Stay there.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
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! [GASPS.]
He's as innocent as you once were.
Killing him won't rid you of her.
You think that's why? Japheth.
Japheth - [COCKS GUN.]
- Where do you think you're going? - No! - [GUNSHOT.]
[GROANS.]
- [THUD.]
- [GASPS.]
Well looks like I walked in on a bloodbath [CHUCKLES.]
and covered myself in glory.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
A terrible bloodbath it is, too.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
All these poor people dead.
[COCKS GUN.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
And me just too late to save 'em from a madman.
[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
[PANTING.]
Well, if it isn't Miss Howard.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
The first woman to work for the New York Police Department.
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
'Tis no business for a lady, especially one as delicate and lovely as yourself.
[GASPS.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GASPING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[INHALES SHAKILY.]
[GAGS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[BODY THUDS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GAGS.]
[EXHALES.]
Japheth.
John.
John! [GROANS.]
Damn it.
[WHISPERING.]
Joseph.
Joseph.
It's okay.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[KREIZLER GROANS.]
[WATER STREAMING LOUDLY.]
[BEECHAM GRUNTING.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GASPING.]
Can you hear me, Japheth? [BREATHING SHALLOWLY.]
What made you kill them? Tell me why, Japheth.
Why? [WHEEZES.]
Why? Japheth.
Japheth.
Japheth.
Japheth.
Japheth! Tell me what happened with Captain Connor.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES.]
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.
[KNIFE BLADE CLACKING.]
[CLACKS.]
[CLATTERS.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
In every way, a perfectly normal and healthy brain.
MOORE: What does that prove? That he wasn't insane? It proves we don't know anything.
God works between the lines.
[SIGHS.]
ROOSEVELT: 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 [SIGHS.]
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.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[HORSE BLUSTERS.]
[CHURCH BELL TOLLING.]
[BELL CONTINUES TOLLING.]
[FLASHBULB POPS.]
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.
[BABY FUSSING.]
It is my pleasure to present this Medal of Commendation to the family Captain Connor left behind.
[APPLAUSE.]
Ten hut! [FLASHBULB POPS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[STRINGS PLAYING.]
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.
- ALL: Friendship.
[CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR.]
Here's to you, here's to me.
May we never disagree.
But if we do, hell with you.
Here's to me.
- [LAUGHTER.]
- [GLASSES CLINK.]
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
[CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, SILVERWARE CLINKS.]
[LOWERED VOICE.]
John.
This was for Mary.
I'll hope you'll find someone you can give it to.
Thank you, Laszlo.
[CLOCHES CLANK.]
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.
[KISSES.]
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! [WHISTLES LOUDLY.]
- MAN: Come on now.
- [HORSE WHINNIES.]
[CARRIAGE WHEELS RATTLING.]
MAN: Whoa.
[CARRIAGE STOPS.]
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.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
John Moore, you just took my cab! [WHISTLES LOUDLY.]
[WIND WHISTLING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[CLOPPING STOPS.]
[HORSE BLUSTERS.]
- He's there.
- Thank you.
[INSECT BUZZING.]
[HORSE BLUSTERS.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[IN GERMAN.]
I don't really know why I came.
[IN GERMAN.]
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.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE.]
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.
Why can't you do what you yourself demand of others and be honest? Because you're a coward.
MOORE: 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.
[GASPS.]
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.
MAN: 3-story house, second floor.
SARA: Today.
- [SLICING SOUND.]
- [GASPING.]
We may be too late.
[CLANK.]
[PHONOGRAPH STATIC CRACKLING.]
MAN: Là ci darem la mano Là mi dirai di si Vedi, non è lontano Partiam, ben mio, da qui WOMAN: Vorrei e non vorrei Mi trema un poco il cor Felice, è ver, sarei Ma puo burlarmi ancor Ma puo burlarmi ancor MAN: Vieni, mio bel diletto! WOMAN: Mi fa pietà Masetto [FLASHBULB POPS.]
Excuse me.
["LÃ CI DAREM LA MANO" FROM "DON GIOVANNI" CONTINUES.]
[WATER SPLASHES.]
[WATER SPLASHES.]
MOORE: Joseph Where is he? [FLASHBULB POPS.]
[FLASHBULB POPS.]
[FLASHBULB POPS.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Has anyone seen the Commissioner? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
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.
MAN: Clear the way, please.
- [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
- Move along there.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
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.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
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.
[KISSES.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Any news? John believes another boy may be missing.
And what about Laszlo? [CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY IN DISTANCE.]
KREIZLER: I've made my life's work the study of the human mind.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
And yet now, my own mind deceives me.
[CLOCK TICKING.]
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.
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
[INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Forgive me.
Forgive me, too, if I pried into matters that were not my concern.
I only did it out of regard for you.
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
[CHAIR CREAKING.]
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
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 [INHALES SHARPLY.]
[INHALES SHAKILY.]
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.
[SNIFFLES.]
[STIFLES SOB.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[VOICE BREAKING.]
In small children, fractures often affect [INHALES SHARPLY, EXHALES DEEPLY.]
My father kept a great deal hidden from me [BREATHES SHARPLY.]
which is why I'm overly inquisitive, I suppose.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
As a child, I was unaware of my father's melancholia But it became so overwhelming that he tried to take his own life.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
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.
[INHALES SHAKILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
Half his face He took my hand, and we held the gun together [CRIES SOFTLY.]
I'm sorry, Sara.
I've learnt from you we can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives [EXHALES SHAKILY.]
or we can accept it [VOICE BREAKS.]
and use the memory of our pain to help others.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
I'm not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.
[WHISPERS.]
I disagree.
If it weren't, we'd all be murderers.
We were hoping you'd change your mind.
[TICKING CONTINUES.]
CYRUS: 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.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
Where was the body? [WATER TRICKLING.]
This is not where he was killed.
Not here.
[SHOWER RUNNING.]
Describe the wounds.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
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 - [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
- staring up at me, they was.
I'll never forget it.
[RINGING CONTINUES.]
- [SLICING SOUNDS.]
- [GASPING.]
[PANTING.]
[FAINT CRYING.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
[SMACKS LIPS.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, ROOSTER CROWS.]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING.]
Dr.
Kreizler.
Detective Sergeant.
Dr.
Kreizler.
Good to see you, sir.
[BOY CRYING.]
[METAL CLINKING.]
Much of the organic evidence was taken away for analysis.
[BOY WHIMPERING AND CRYING.]
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.
LUCIUS: 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? LUCIUS: Not to the previous murders.
Do you think it has a different purpose? No, I believe you're right.
[CLATTER.]
[CLATTER.]
May I have a moment alone? MARCUS: A chart of the city's sewage and water system.
LUCIUS: the Feast of John the Baptist is only 10 days away.
[LAUGHTER.]
KREIZLER: Water.
[VOICES OVERLAPPING INDISTINCTLY.]
[LAUGHTER.]
[VOICES OVERLAPPING AND ECHOING.]
SARA: intimate nature of so many other aspects.
[VOICES CONTINUE OVERLAPPING AND ECHOING.]
[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[LAUGHTER.]
[VOICES CONTINUE OVERLAPPING AND ECHOING.]
[BOY CRYING.]
[WHIMPERING.]
[CONTINUES WHIMPERING.]
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[CONTINUES WHIMPERING.]
[CAT MEOWING IN DISTANCE.]
- [WHIMPERING.]
- [MEOWING CONTINUES.]
[CAT MEOWS.]
[CAT SCREECHES.]
[SPLAT.]
[INSECTS BUZZING.]
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.
[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
[WHISTLE BLOWING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
How much are they? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Good morning, Marcus.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
Esther.
May I speak with you? I'm afraid my brother and I are in a hurry I can wait.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
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.
KREIZLER: the murders are in service to some kind of psychological gratification.
[CUPS CLATTERING.]
MRS.
MOORE: 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.
[SCOFFS.]
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.
[CROW CAWING IN DISTANCE.]
WOMAN: Lovely day, isn't it? Shall we say half-past 7 then? [CRYING.]
[SNIFFLES, CRYING.]
[GASPS.]
[CRYING.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
Oh You're dirtier than a savage.
She only loved me when she bathed me.
She washed me.
[VOICE ECHOING.]
You deserve it.
So pretty.
Look at the little bird in its nest.
- So pretty, I'm gonna snip it off.
- [WHIMPERING.]
[VOICE ECHOING.]
- You deserve it.
- [GASPS.]
I love you so much.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
I wanted to apologize.
I'm sorry if I was discourteous.
Thank you.
Okay.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[WOMAN SINGING ARIA FROM "DON GIOVANNI".]
[SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
John Schuyler Moore! Jack Astor.
Rather underdressed, aren't you? - [OPERA CONTINUES IN DISTANCE.]
- 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.
[SCOFFS.]
[CONTINUES SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
MOORE: 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.
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
Come on! Hyah! [INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
SARA: Detective Sergeants.
[HORSE WHINNIES.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
Whoa, boy, easy, easy.
- MAN: Oh! Whoa now! - MAN #2: Whoa now! Whoa! They're all out there tonight.
The guardians of the social order.
Box 16.
[OPERA CONTINUING FAINTLY.]
You meant it when you said certain "followers of your work.
" Byrnes.
[TICKING.]
LUCIUS: What did Mr.
Moore tell you exactly? [WHISPERING.]
That he and Dr.
Kreizler would join us just as soon as they could.
[PLAYING "IN QUALI ECCESSI MI TRADI QUELL'ALMA INGRATA".]
There's still time.
[SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
He's not taken his eyes off us.
[CONTINUES SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
[WATER TRICKLING.]
[PLAYING "DON GIOVANNI! A CENAR TECO M'INVITASTI".]
Don Giovanni! - A cenar teco - [WHIMPERING.]
- M'invitasti - [WHIMPERING.]
Would you kindly see if there's anyone in the corridor? [SINGING IN ITALIAN.]
- There's no one.
- Excellent.
[DON GIOVANNI CONTINUES SINGING.]
[BREATHES SHARPLY.]
[SINGING IN ITALIAN CONTINUES.]
- [EXPLOSION.]
- [SCREAMS.]
[LOWERED VOICE.]
Now, John.
Let's go.
[EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE.]
[HORSE WHINNIES.]
SARA: 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? - MAN: Hyah! - [RATTLING.]
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.
KREIZLER: 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.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[METAL CLINKS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- [DOOR CLANKS.]
- [MOORE GRUNTS.]
[CREAKING.]
Help! Help me! [JOSEPH YELLING INDISTINCTLY.]
Joseph! Joseph! [VOICE ECHOES.]
Help! [MUFFLED SHOUTS.]
[PANTING.]
[MUFFLED SHOUTS.]
MOORE: Joseph! [GRUNTS, GROANS.]
Joseph! [VOICE ECHOES.]
[LIGHTBULB SHATTERS.]
[SHARDS CLINK IN DISTANCE.]
[PANTING.]
[LIGHTBULB SHATTERING IN DISTANCE.]
[SHATTERING CONTINUES.]
[MOORE PANTING.]
Joseph.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
[PANTING.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Is he all right? Yes.
Thank God.
Joseph.
- [RUNNING FOOTSTEPS ABOVE.]
- Joseph.
It's me, John Moore.
- [CREAKING.]
- Listen to me.
You're safe now.
You're safe.
[FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE ABOVE.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[CREAKING.]
[THUD.]
[CLANK IN DISTANCE.]
[LOWERED VOICE.]
Hey, Laszlo? [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Laszlo? - [THUDDING.]
- [MOORE GRUNTS.]
[GASPING.]
Aah! [WATER TRICKLING IN DISTANCE.]
- [HOOVES CLOPPING.]
- MAN: Hyah! [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
Japheth.
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- [GASPS.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
I could take your eyes but I want you to see.
[GRUNTS.]
[SHOUTS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GROANS.]
Aah! Stay there.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
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! [GASPS.]
He's as innocent as you once were.
Killing him won't rid you of her.
You think that's why? Japheth.
Japheth - [COCKS GUN.]
- Where do you think you're going? - No! - [GUNSHOT.]
[GROANS.]
- [THUD.]
- [GASPS.]
Well looks like I walked in on a bloodbath [CHUCKLES.]
and covered myself in glory.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
A terrible bloodbath it is, too.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
All these poor people dead.
[COCKS GUN.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
And me just too late to save 'em from a madman.
[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
[PANTING.]
Well, if it isn't Miss Howard.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
The first woman to work for the New York Police Department.
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
'Tis no business for a lady, especially one as delicate and lovely as yourself.
[GASPS.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GASPING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[INHALES SHAKILY.]
[GAGS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[BODY THUDS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GAGS.]
[EXHALES.]
Japheth.
John.
John! [GROANS.]
Damn it.
[WHISPERING.]
Joseph.
Joseph.
It's okay.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[KREIZLER GROANS.]
[WATER STREAMING LOUDLY.]
[BEECHAM GRUNTING.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GASPING.]
Can you hear me, Japheth? [BREATHING SHALLOWLY.]
What made you kill them? Tell me why, Japheth.
Why? [WHEEZES.]
Why? Japheth.
Japheth.
Japheth.
Japheth.
Japheth! Tell me what happened with Captain Connor.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES.]
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.
[KNIFE BLADE CLACKING.]
[CLACKS.]
[CLATTERS.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
In every way, a perfectly normal and healthy brain.
MOORE: What does that prove? That he wasn't insane? It proves we don't know anything.
God works between the lines.
[SIGHS.]
ROOSEVELT: 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 [SIGHS.]
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.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[HORSE BLUSTERS.]
[CHURCH BELL TOLLING.]
[BELL CONTINUES TOLLING.]
[FLASHBULB POPS.]
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.
[BABY FUSSING.]
It is my pleasure to present this Medal of Commendation to the family Captain Connor left behind.
[APPLAUSE.]
Ten hut! [FLASHBULB POPS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[STRINGS PLAYING.]
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.
- ALL: Friendship.
[CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR.]
Here's to you, here's to me.
May we never disagree.
But if we do, hell with you.
Here's to me.
- [LAUGHTER.]
- [GLASSES CLINK.]
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
[CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, SILVERWARE CLINKS.]
[LOWERED VOICE.]
John.
This was for Mary.
I'll hope you'll find someone you can give it to.
Thank you, Laszlo.
[CLOCHES CLANK.]
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.
[KISSES.]
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! [WHISTLES LOUDLY.]
- MAN: Come on now.
- [HORSE WHINNIES.]
[CARRIAGE WHEELS RATTLING.]
MAN: Whoa.
[CARRIAGE STOPS.]
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.
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
John Moore, you just took my cab! [WHISTLES LOUDLY.]
[WIND WHISTLING.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[HOOVES CLOPPING.]
[CLOPPING STOPS.]
[HORSE BLUSTERS.]
- He's there.
- Thank you.
[INSECT BUZZING.]
[HORSE BLUSTERS.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[IN GERMAN.]
I don't really know why I came.
[IN GERMAN.]
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.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE.]
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.