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 Kreizler's withdrawn because he's been hurt,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.
SARA: 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 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: Three-story house, second floor.
SARA: Today.
- [ Flesh tearing ] - [ Gasps ]
We may be too late.
[ Phonograph static crackling ]
MAN: ♪ Làci 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 ♪
MAN: ♪ Vieni, mio bel diletto! ♪
WOMAN: ♪ Mi fa pietà Masetto ♪
[ Flash pops ]
[ "Là ci darem La Mano" from "Don Giovanni" continues ]
Excuse me.
MOORE: Joseph...
Where is he?
[ Flash pops ]
[ Breathing heavily]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
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
and 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 ]
[ 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.
[ Breathes 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.
[ 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.
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.
[ Sighs ]
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.
[ Inhales sharply]
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 ]
[ Voice breaking ] In small children,
fractures can often affect...
[ Breathes deeply]
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...
[ Voice breaking ]...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.
CYRUS: I meant no offense, sir.
Nor I, Cyrus. But I intend to walk.
Where was the body?
This isn't where he was killed.
Not here.
Describe the wounds.
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.
- [ Blade slicing ] - [ Gasping ]
[ Panting ]
[ Muffled crying ]
[ 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.
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.
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.
[ Man laughs ]
KREIZLER: Water.
[ Voices overlapping indistinctly ]
[ Man laughs ]
[ Voices overlapping and echoing ]
SARA:...intimate nature of so many other aspects.
[ Voices continue ]
[ Man shouting indistinctly ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Voices continue ]
[ Boy crying ]
[ Whimpering ]
[ Door creaks open ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Whimpering ]
[ Cat meowing ]
- [ Whimpering ] - [ Meowing continues ]
[ Cat meows ]
[ Cat screeching ]
[ Splats ]
[ Flies 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?
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.
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 clinking ]
MRS. MOORE: There you are, John.
Laszlo was just explaining the difference
between a common murderer and a multimurderer.
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.
[ Woman speaking indistinctly]
Shall we say half past 7:00, then?
[ Crying ]
[ Sobs ]
[ Crying ]
Ohh...
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.
[ Voice echoing ]
- You deserve it. - [ Sobs ]
I love you so much.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Knock on door ]
I wanted to apologize.
I'm sorry if I was discourteous.
Thank you.
Okay.
[ Speaking indistinctly]
[ Woman singing aria from "Don Giovanni" in Italian ]
[ Classical music playing ]
[ 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.
[ 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!
SARA: Detective Sergeants.
[ Horses neighing ]
- Oh! Whoa now! - Whoa now! Whoa!
They're all out there tonight.
The guardians of the social order.
Box 16.
MOORE: You meant it when you said
certain "followers of your work."
Byrnes.
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.
He's not taken his eyes off us.
[ Woman continues singing in Italian ]
[ Water trickling ]
[ Playing "Don Giovanni! A cenar teco m'invitasti" ]
♪ Don Giovanni! ♪
♪ A cenar teco ♪
♪ M'invitasti... ♪
Would you kindly see if there's anyone in the corridor?
- There's no one. - Excellent.
[ Singing continues ]
[ Grunts ]
- [ Explosion ] - [ Screams ]
Now, John. Let's go.
[ Horse neighs ]
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!
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.
Think, John. What did you find in his rooms?
MOORE: 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!
- [ Door clanks ] - MOORE: [ Grunts ]
[ Creaking ]
Help! Help me!
[ Indistinct shouting echoes ]
Joseph. Joseph!
[ Echoing ] Help!
[ Muffled shouting ]
MOORE: Joseph!
[ Grunts ]
[ Groans ]
[ Echoing ] Joseph!
[ Rats squeaking ]
[ Glass shattering in distance ]
[ Panting ]
[ Glass shattering in distance ]
[ Glass shattering continues ]
[ Moore panting ]
Joseph.
[ Panting ]
Is he all right?
Yes. Thank God.
Joseph.
- [ Clanking echoes above ] - Joseph.
It's me... John Moore.
- [ Metallic creaking ] - Listen to me.
You're safe now.
You're safe.
[ Clanking continues ]
[ Breathing heavily]
[ Metallic creaking ]
[ Thud ]
[ Clank echoes in distance ]
Hey, Laszlo?
Laszlo?
[ Grunting ]
[ Grunting softly]
Aah!
[ Water trickling in distance ]
- [ Hooves clopping ] - MAN: Hyah!
[ Breathing heavily]
[ Whispering ] Japheth.
[ Breathing heavily]
- [ Grunts ] - [ Gasps ]
[ Breathing shakily]
[ Breathing heavily]
I could take your eyes.
But I want you to see.
[ Groaning ]
Aah!
Stay there.
I know who you are.
I know what's been done to you.
BEECHAM: 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.
Where do you think you're going?
- No! - [ Gunshot ]
[ Groans ]
[ Gasps ]
Looks like I walked in on a bloodbath.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. Covered myself in glory.
A terrible bloodbath it is too.
[ Breathing heavily]
All these poor people dead.
[ Breathing heavily]
And me just too late
to save 'em from a madman.
[ Running footsteps approaching ]
[ Panting ]
Well, if it isn't Miss Howard.
The first woman to work for the New York Police Department.
'Tis no business for a lady.
Especially one as delicate and lovely as yourself.
[ Gasping ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Gunshot ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Gun clatters, body thuds ]
[ Breathing heavily]
[ Grunting ]
[ Exhales slowly]
Japheth.
John. John!
Damn it!
Joseph. Joseph.
It's okay.
[ Breathing heavily]
- [ Groans ] - [ Water rushing ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Gasping ]
Can you hear me, Japheth?
[ Breathing shallowly]
What made you kill them?
Tell me why, Japheth.
Why?
[ Wheezes ]
Why?
Japheth.
Japheth. Japheth.
Japheth!
Tell me what happened with Captain Connor.
[ Doors close ]
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.
[ Blade clacks ]
In every way, a perfectly normal and healthy brain.
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.
[ Bell tolling ]
[ 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.
It is my pleasure to present this Medal of Commendation
to the family Captain Connor left behind.
[ Applause ]
Ten hut!
[ Pops ]
[ Chamber music plays ]
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.
Here's to you, here's to me.
May we never disagree.
But if we do, hell with you.
Here's to me.
[ Laughs ]
[ Glasses clinking ]
ALL: Cheers.
John.
This was for Mary.
I'll hope you'll find someone you can give it to.
Thank you, Laszlo.
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.
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 ]
Whoa.
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.
MAN: Hyah!
John Moore, you just took my cab!
[ Whistles loudly]
[ Wind whistling ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Hooves clopping ]
[ Clopping stops ]
- He's there. - Thank you.
[ Insect buzzing ]
[ Exhales slowly]
[ Speaking German ]
I've always blamed my failings as an adult
on what you did to me as a child.
Those failings were my own.
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 they were for my benefit.
You were simply preparing me for what you knew would be
a lifetime 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.