02x03 - Labyrinth

[bunniefuu]

[Dr. Kreizler] I
believe I can help you

access your memory of
that day through hypnosis.

You had a mother ex*cuted,

and now there's proof
she was not a m*rder*r.

[Byrnes] A dog just needs
to know who his master is.

- What do you want?
- Information.

[Byrnes] Another
child is missing.

[baby crying]

[Moore] The doll
connects the two cases.

E.H. purchased the Ruby
Red doll on four occasions.

- There's an address.
- [Sara] Hudson Street.

[Cyrus] Goo Goo owns that place.

- [g*n clicks]
- [Sara] Something doesn't add up.

[Moore] Someone
poisoned the baby,

and then gave the
baby powdered charcoal.

The most common place
to find it is a maternity ward.

- [Sara] The Lying In Hospital.
- [baby crying]

[pendulum ticking]

[Dr. Kreizler] Breathe.

[breathes deeply]

Breathe.

Breathe.

It is not supernatural.

This is a purely physical
phenomenon, Sara.

You're having doubts,
and right at this moment,

your conscious mind is
actively looking for a reason

not to go through
with the hypnosis.

Naturally, I have reservations,

but I'm not fearful for myself.

How can I ask the Señora to submit
to something if I don't know what it is

and whether it might
further traumatize her?

Yet to do this, Sara,

you must freely and fully embrace
this experiment, without reservation.

And I do so, Laszlo.

Close your eyes.

Focus on my words.

Hypnos was the
Greek god of sleep.

His mother, Nyx, was
the goddess of the nights.

His father, Erebus,
was the god of darkness.

Hypnos resided in a dark cave

where no light was cast...

not by the sun or moon...

not by the sun or moon.

Now...

feel your hand.

Your hand feels heavy.

But slowly, it begins
to feel insubstantial.

Light...

lighter...

floating upwards,
as light as a feather,

as if an invisible wire were
attached to your index finger.

[softly] Such a strange feeling.

Now I want you to
go to a calm place.

- [birds chirping]
- [child giggles]

Of safety, happiness.

A time of innocence.

[child continues giggling]

Perhaps your family home.

Oh.

[gasps]

[Dr. Kreizler] What is it?

- [giggling]
- How old are you?

[Sara breathing shakily] Twelve.

Twelve.

[young Sara continues giggling]

[Dr. Kreizler] Where are you?

[Sara] My family's
house in Rhinebeck.

I'm outside. It's summer.

[Sara breathing heavily]

[g*nsh*t]

Stop.

[breathing shakily]

[sniffles]

[breathes heavily]

[theme music playing]

[people chattering]

[Milly] What is it?

[Marcus] It's the clothing
the Napp baby wore.

[Milly] What's the black mark?

Charcoal.

And blood.

[Dr. Kreizler]
It's a fine fabric...

which suggests
affluence, does it not?

[Sara] I believe this was
made, not purchased.

Seems to be hand-stitched.
There is no label.

This piping should
be closer to the hem,

unless it was made from
an adult woman's skirt,

a very fine one.

So not affluence, but
aspiration to affluence.

The stitching is
well-done. Steady hand.

Perhaps the work of a surgeon.

Or a seamstress.

[Moore] Well, there are
many things about Dr. Markoe

that warrant an
investigation, but, uh...

Perhaps it is a woman.

Wanting a child,
preparing for it.

Or a woman who lost a child.

[Dr. Kreizler] Is it so simple?

Entia non sunt multiplicanda
sine necessitatem.

Oh, please, Laszlo. No
one speaks Latin anymore.

Entities are not to be
multiplied without necessity.

Occam's razor.

Sometimes we look
for complicated reasons

when something is
often straightforward.

But why does she k*ll?

[Sara] She's angry that other women
are mothering their own children

while hers has
been taken from her.

She tries to replace
the lost child,

but it cannot possibly
feel the same.

[Dr. Kreizler] A
cuckoo in the nest.

She loves it at first,
but then looks at it

as if it were a changeling
child, which of course it is.

I found something.

A way to get you access to the
Lying In Hospital and Markoe.

The hospital's a charity,

so I figured they gotta
have a few parties

to drum up some cash
from the rich donors, right?

So the papers will
come along too.

What did you learn?

- Guests included...
- Not the guests, Bitsy. The hosts.

[quietly] Oh.

Havemeyer, Milbank,

Hardy, Gildersleeve,
Furman, Griswold.

Wait.

Gildersleeve. I know the family.

I'm quite good
friends with, uh, Oggie.

He's the heir to the fortune.

I believe I've invited him
to your bachelor party.

You know, Laszlo, bachelor
parties are supposed to happen

sometime after the
engagement party, not before.

I imagine we could ask
Oggie Gildersleeve for a favor

to get an interview at
the Lying In Hospital.

I don't see why the hell not.

[indistinct chatter]

[men exclaim]

[Moore] Sara.

[groans] Foul!

Perfectly good touch.

How did you persuade
them to let you down here?

I didn't ask.

[sighs]

Sara Howard, this is
Ogden Gildersleeve.

Ogden, this is Sara
Howard, a dear family friend.

Call me Oggie, Miss Howard.

I'm quite sure I don't know you
well enough, Mr. Gildersleeve.

Well, we can, uh, remedy that.

Did Mr. Moore inform you
that I may have a favor to ask?

[chuckles]

You are uncommonly
direct, Miss Howard.

Oh, be warned, Oggie. This
woman tends to speak her mind.

I'm afraid I cannot delay.

The matter is rather important.

Well, whatever it
is, Miss Howard,

I'm at your disposal.

- [babies crying]
- [wheels rattling]

Her room is ready.

I'm bringing her
there now, Dr. Markoe.

Where is my baby?

- I want to see her.
- [Dr. Markoe] Yes.

- Where is my baby?
- [Dr. Markoe] Yes. Shh, shh.

Your child is with the
angels now, my dear.

No.

No, no, no, no, no. No!

- Please.
- No, no, no!

- Shh, shh.
- Please, no, no, no, no!

- Matron?
- No, no, no, no!

- [Matron] Oh, yes.
- No, no, no, no!

[crying] No.

- No, please, please, no.
- [shushing]

No... [groans]

Take her to her room.

[conductor] 2nd and 18th.
Everybody off, that's gettin' off.

[babies crying in distance]

[door creaking]

[babies continue crying]

I fell.

Can I call someone for you?

[woman] Grace!

There you are.

Come back to bed. That's it.

That's a good girl...

[babies crying]

[whimpering]

You seem to be lost.

I seem to have
taken a wrong turn.

Come, let's give these
mommies their privacy.

I don't believe you told
me the nature of your visit.

I'm Sara Howard. I've
come to see Dr. Markoe.

Please.

So you are a friend
of the Gildersleeves?

But I feel we've met a
prior occasion, Miss Howard.

I believe you know quite
well where we met previously.

Yes. Yes, I do.

You were the young lady,
in fact, who tried to impede

the execution of
poor Martha Napp.

I take it you're
here to accuse me.

You seem unconcerned that Martha
Napp's baby was discovered after her death.

I am not unconcerned,
as you put it, Miss Howard.

On the contrary, I
am at my wit's end.

I see young girls like
Martha Napp all the time.

Poor, uneducated,
easily preyed upon.

Often, the child is not
wanted, and harm is done to it.

It is regrettably not an
uncommon experience.

If you don't mind, Dr. Markoe,
I prefer to deal in specifics

rather than generalities.

To speak candidly, Martha
Napp's baby was poisoned

with a drug found only in
hospitals such as yours.

[sighs]

It is a terrible
business, I grant you.

But as to the facts, they
are lamentably scarce.

Certainly some facts
are unassailable.

Do you know exactly
what happened

on the night the baby
was reported missing,

the precise sequence of events,

who reported it, who was there?

Speak to this
plainly if you can.

Miss Howard, the work
we do at this hospital

could not be accomplished
without the generosity

of a great number of
very wealthy people.

That said, we need
to be self-sustaining,

so many of our staff
are simply ward girls.

Ward girls?

[Dr. Markoe] Poor,
destitute young women

who, sadly, often lose
their infants in childbirth.

They have nowhere else to go.

But they are not
reliable witnesses.

If there are witnesses,
reliable or otherwise,

then surely there
is also a report

concerning what
happened that night.

There is no report.

We doctors and nurses are imperfect
servants of the state, Miss Howard.

However, tell me what
it is you want to see.

There is nothing about
our work we want to hide.

In that case, I would very much
like to see Martha Napp's room.

Mm.

Martha and her baby were
in this room on that night.

Who was she in a room with?

She was alone.
She had an infection.

Had to be kept separate.

- What kind of infection?
- Bowel.

Would this be written
down somewhere?

There must be a file kept,
surely. Medical records.

I'm sure there would,

but we can't be giving them
out to every rag, tag, and bobtail.

Why is this one asleep?

Um, she lost some blood.

[Matron gasps] Were
you not checking on her?

She shouldn't sleep
if she's bleeding.

You should know this.
So stupid, stupid, stupid.

Do you want me to
fetch a doctor, Matron?

[Matron] No. Stay here, I'll go.

- [Sara] Will she be...
- She'll be fine.

[softly] Wake up.

May I ask you something, nurse?

You can just call me Libby.

Did you know Martha Napp?

Was this her room?

Um...

- It was when she came in.
- But?

But not the night
you're talking about.

If she's bleeding through to the
bed, she's not been properly packed.

Matron, if you don't mind.

Libby, please show Miss
Howard to the waiting room.

I will follow shortly.

Do you think you can tell me
about the maternal research wing?

Is that where Martha
was kept that night?

No.

No, she was in a room near
the recovery and postpartum,

but the room, it won't
tell you anything, though.

But you will, won't you?

No.

No, I can't, I...

I don't know what
happened to Martha's baby.

None of us do.

- [woman 1] No!
- [woman 2] Stop!

[woman 3] Be quiet.

- Stop it!
- [Libby] Colleen, Colleen, stop it.

- [Matron] Be quiet.
- She won't let me delouse.

You have a colony of
dirty lice living in your hair.

How else will we rid of them?

We can chop your locks off if
you don't want to be washed.

[Matron] Enough now, Colleen.

This is not a sight for
your eyes, Miss Howard.

Doubt you've ever been
troubled by head lice.

On the contrary.

Growing up in the countryside,

bugs, lice, ticks of all manner

were my constant
companions, Matron.

When you've finished with this,

Dr. Markoe needs to
see you in his office.

No.

[Matron] Colleen,
you are to finish this,

and then you are to go
to Dr. Markoe's office.

If she doesn't want to
go to the doctor's office,

I'm quite certain
she shouldn't have to.

You are to go, now!

[thunder rumbling]

[wind whistling]

[thunder rumbling]

[Marcus] It's so strange for
the child's stomach to be here,

but for the poor creature
to already be buried.

It is merely science, Marcus.

We are, after all,
only biological matter.

[Marcus] Yet...

animated.

With a soul

and a conscience.

[centrifuge rattling]

Is something wrong?

No.

I can't say for certain,

but this looks
to be breast milk.

Poison,

powdered carbon...

And breast milk.

[indistinct chatter]

- [taps on carriage]
- [woman] Come on.

[Sara] Libby.

Can I buy you lunch?

I promise you can trust me.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm sorry if this is too...

I'll have the menu du jour.

The same.

And, um, may I have a club soda?

The same.

How is that woman?

The one who was bleeding?

Oh, Edith, yeah,
she's fine, yeah.

They had to double-d*uche
her to make it stop.

There was nothing
wrong with her packing.

Hot and cold douches
one after the other, you...

you haven't had a baby, then?

No, I haven't.

Uh...

Oh.

[Sara] Is something wrong?

I... I was too nervous
to read the menu.

- You don't like oysters?
- No.

The city dumps all the
horse manure into the harbor.

- I believe it's why they get so fat.
- [chuckles]

Waiter, can you
please take these away?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

- Do you like pot pie?
- Mm.

Two baked beef pot pies.

[waiter] Certainly.

[Libby] I guess I know why
you invited me along for lunch,

but to be honest, I
don't know very much.

Nobody does,
and that's the truth.

Did someone come to the hospital

to ask you questions
about what happened?

- Did they write it down?
- [Libby] Yeah.

[Sara] So there could
be a report somewhere?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

I don't imagine I
can go looking for it,

if that's what you're asking me.

No, Libby, I'm not
asking you to do anything

that makes you
feel uncomfortable.

You think it takes
long for the pot pies?

I'm afraid I only have
an hour for lunch.

[Sara] We have a little time.

Is that your boyfriend?

No, no, it's my father.

[Libby] Is he not
around anymore?

No.

- He had an accident.
- What kind?

He had an accident with a g*n.

An accident with a g*n?

I know about that sort of thing.

My father, he...

he had an accident too.

With him, it was a
rope over a bridge.

- May I give you my card?
- Mm. [chuckles]

If you feel you can
help me in any way.

Yeah.

Detective agency.
[chuckles] Wow.

I will keep your
card, Miss Howard.

But I'm not sure I can help you.

- I'm sorry, I...
- I understand, Libby.

[Libby] Yeah.

It's just that I think the person
that took Martha Napp's baby

has stolen another child.

Another child?

The infant daughter of the Spanish
consulate general and his wife.

Señor and Señora Linares.

I was told baby Ana was brought
to the Lying In Hospital after a fall.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was all pretty
hush-hush, as I remember, but uh...

the baby was discharged.

She was stolen from her home.

Libby, was there
anyone at the hospital,

a doctor or a nurse, who paid
the baby particular attention?

[sighs] I don't...

I don't want to get
anybody into trouble.

Even if I do hate her.

The matron?

Yeah.

Matron kept that
baby away from us all.

She likes to think
she knows best,

especially if the baby is from
a rich and powerful family.

Do you think the matron
would ever harm a baby?

[quietly] Oh, no.

No, I...

I don't... I don't think
she'd ever hurt a child, no.

Do you know where she lives?

- [dog barking]
- [people chattering]

[clicking]

What are you doing?

I was going to knock, but I
didn't want to wake the child.

Marie doesn't have a child.

I'm on the board of
the Lying In Hospital.

Marie is a close confidante.

Well, she usually gets
in at around this time.

Have you ever
heard a baby in there?

Um...

I know sometimes
she brings them home,

but she hasn't done
that for quite a while.

When was the last time?

There was one.

She lavished her with attention.

Had to give her back.

It's sad, you see?

She couldn't have her own.

[gasps softly]

[woman humming softly]

[baby crying distantly]

[continues humming]

I heard my baby cry.

[Matron] It was a dream, Helen.

Look at the dress
Mr. Osgood sent.

[gasps] Isn't it beautiful?

[sobbing]

[Matron] Quiet.

I hope you don't
mind I tried it on.

[chuckles]

I don't want a g*dd*mn dress.

- [Matron humming softly]
- [sobbing]

- [baby crying]
- [telephone ringing in distance]

[Dr. Markoe] I will not
tolerate further intrusions.

Sara Howard has been
here prowling our halls.

[Byrnes] Yours is a
private institution, Doctor.

You're under no obligation
to entertain public scrutiny.

Miss Howard wasn't
here at my request.

What is our patronage
for, Mr. Byrnes,

if you can't deter inquisitors

who show up at Laszlo
Kreizler's bidding?

Kreizler is an egotist.

Simply put, I think
he envies you.

[Dr. Markoe] This isn't a
matter of professional jealousy.

Matron caught her snooping.

I built this hospital
in the belief

that medical science
could save women's lives,

and our donors who share
my passion in this pursuit

would object strongly to any
disclosure about this hospital.

Okay, let me ask you this, then.

Is there anything else to unearth
concerning the Martha Napp case

that could connect you
to the Spanish baby?

Of course not.

Well, then you have nothing
to be concerned about.

[telephone rings]

[Violet] John, wedding
invite list, my darling.

You must tarry no longer.

What are all these papers for?

Is it something exciting
you're working on?

Well, uh, yes, as
a matter of fact.

They are the death certificates of
the babies from the Lying In Hospital.

There seems to be an inordinately
high number of mortalities there.

Please, John, don't tell
me such terrible things.

I shall have nightmares.

- The wedding invite list?
- Yes.

I see this couldn't have waited?

[Violet] Then I wouldn't get to
see where you write your stories.

You've handed me a list of New
York's most eligible bachelors.

I assume all of them will be
attending your party tomorrow?

Except for Sara
Howard, of course.

I see her name here.

Well, she's an eligible
bachelorette, I suppose.

Put her down for two,

'cause, of course,
she'll bring someone.

[knock at door]

[Dr. Kreizler] A moment, please.

I'll wait outside, Laszlo.

No, come in.

We've just concluded
our session.

Paulie, this is Sara
Howard, a friend of mine.

It's nice to meet you, Paulie.

[Dr. Kreizler] Please sit down.

Want to try it?

[chuckles]

Dr. Kreizler, how'd you do that?

The mystery of magic.

You, too, can
learn it. Run along.

And Paulie,

should you find a
coin in your pocket,

buy yourself a deck of cards.

When the memories
of his childhood trauma

threaten to overburden
him, his mind shuts down.

He seems very attached.

I've become very fond of him.

I interviewed
Markoe and his staff.

Did you find anything
about Martha?

Unfortunately, nothing
of great importance.

But I did speak to
someone in confidence.

You believe she could
be of assistance to us?

Perhaps. She has some suspicions

about the matron of
the Lying In Hospital,

who certainly requires
further investigation,

but she might merely be
an unpleasant character.

So we've reached an impasse.

Not quite.

I spoke with Señora Linares.

[Dr. Kreizler, softly] Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

- Dr. Kreizler...
- Please, Señor.

I myself have been placed
under hypnosis by him.

There is nothing to fear.

Open your eyes.

What do you see?

White.

The girls are in white.

Dark hair.

The walls, viridian green.

The floor, Egyptian brown.

A crimson flower in her hair.

They are beautiful.

You see a painting?

Yes.

Edgar Degas. La Classe de danse.

It's in the Metropolitan Museum.

Turn away from the painting.

[gasps softly]

[people chattering]

[breathes heavily]

[speaking tearfully in Spanish]

- What do you see?
- [speaking Spanish]

Who do you see?

[gasping]

[Dr. Kreizler] Who do you see?

[panting]

[speaking Spanish]

[tapping pestle]

Marcus?

This is the exact chemical
combination the k*ller used

to make the antidote.

I know it seems as if it's
only activated charcoal,

but they added a
tincture of iodine.

- It's a thing of beauty.
- [softly] Um...

Marcus,

I...

I did something horrible.

[chuckles]

What'd you do?

Byrnes came here
to see me one day.

He asked what we
were working on.

I told him about
the Linares case.

[Marcus sighs]

- Why?
- He threatened you.

He said he would find
some way to destroy you

if I didn't give
him information.

What information?

About the Linares child.

Don't tell Sara or
Dr. Kreizler, please.

I... I... I'm ashamed.

I'm sorry.

[Moore] So what
happened, Laszlo?

Seems the experiment
was a failure.

I thought it was curious
how she was able

to describe everything
so clearly, so vividly,

- as if she was...
- She's a painter.

She was serious about
it until she got married.

She clearly sees
things in colors,

but how does this help us
to recover her memories?

Well, perhaps she
could paint them?

There is some
precedence of this.

She almost fainted during
this session, I don't see...

In the experiments of Alfred Binet
and Pierre Janet at the Sorbonne,

their subjects
were given pencils

to draw their visions while
in a somnambulistic state,

and the renderings they produced

depicted memories they were
unable to replicate while awake.

Then we will need
someone to assist us.

Elizabeth did say that
she and the Señora

take classes with Cecilia Beaux.

Apparently, they
are quite close.

Wouldn't hurt to ask.

[woman] I adore the
Señora. Of course I do.

She's the most
wonderful student of art,

but it is an unusual
proposition, is it not?

I'll grant you
that it is, Cecilia,

but we believe
that with your help,

Señora Linares might be able
to remember that fateful day.

And right now, it's our only
hope of saving the child.

I do believe that whenever
one paints or draws,

one can enter into
a hypnotic state

where you can penetrate
the realm of the imagination.

I am most grateful
for your assistance.

The Señora knows
you as her teacher,

and she trusts you.

Where are you now?

The Museum of Art.

[Dr. Kreizler] Are
you ready to leave it?

Yes.

[Dr. Kreizler] Let's
go outside, then.

[laughter]

[people chattering]

[Señora Linares] Such vivid red.

Umbrella.

The Tea House.

[Señora Linares] Yes.

[baby's cry echoing]

[women laughing]

[Dr. Kreizler] What do you see?

[Señora Linares]
Something is watching me.

I can sense it.

- You got a dime, lady?
- [gasps]

For a sick soldier,

- who served his country good.
- [Señora Linares] Sorry.

[Dr. Kreizler] Does
he frighten you?

[Señora Linares] I'm afraid...

but it's not him.

[Cecilia] Let's keep
going, Isabelle.

[Señora Linares]
It's watching me.

[children laughing]

I... I can feel the presence.

The dark presence is a woman?

Yes.

She's close. I feel it.

I can... sense it.

[flash lamp snaps]

[Dr. Kreizler] What
is it? Describe it.

[flash lamp snaps]

[Señora Linares] A
flash, like a g*nsh*t.

- [flash lamp snaps]
- I see her.

My heart is beating so fast.

It's here.

She's here.

It's gone.

[sniffles]

[birds chirping]

[Sara] Señora saw
someone suspicious here.

[man] Now, look at
the camera, please.

This might be a bit loud.

[flash lamp snaps]

[Sara] A flash like a g*nsh*t.

Milly, we'll need
to see anything

that photographer's
kept from that day.

- Miss Howard.
- Libby.

What a pleasant surprise.

You haven't been waiting
out here for me, have you?

Yes, but it's
really not a bother.

I preferred to give
you this in person.

- Is this the...
- Yeah.

It's the report of Martha
Napp and her baby.

I will need to put it back before
anybody sees that it's missing.

- Of course.
- I must be going,

but can I leave it with
you until tomorrow?

Thank you, Libby.

- [exotic music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

[Oggie] Little Egypt works
a lot of bachelor parties,

but she's not the original.

Down at Mrs.
Willoughby's on the Bowery,

she used to be known as
Connie Moretti of Mulberry Street.

Boy, can she dance,
especially when she gets...

I think I might call
it a night, Oggie.

Oh, come on, John.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- We're only just getting started.

[man] Did he just say he
wanted to call it a night?

[Oggie] On his
own bachelor party.

[scoffing] John. Come
on, maybe we could, uh...

maybe we could slum it
somewhere and get a nightcap?

- Come on.
- All right, all right. All right.

But I get to choose where we go.

- That's more like it.
- [chuckles]

You seem uncommonly
subdued, John.

What shall we toast?
You and Miss Violet?

A toast with water, no less.

[sighs]

How about my grandmother?

[chuckles]

Catherine Elizabeth
McAllister Moore.

She, for one, would be very
happy that I was settling down

with a woman such as V.

[hooves clopping]

Sara!

Sara!

Keep your voice down.

Please come and join us.

I'm not coming to your
bachelor party, John Moore.

This part of the
evening is over.

It'll be a more
intimate gathering

of only John's closest friends.

It's far too late and
entirely inappropriate.

"'Tis now the very
witching time of night,

when churchyards yawn,

and Hell itself breathes
out contagion to this world."

Are you intoxicated,
Laszlo? Is he, John?

Lingonberry schnapps,

and perhaps one or two
glasses of champagne.

Or three.

[Dr. Kreizler] I still have
my wits about me, though.

- Really, I don't...
- [Moore] Please, Sara.

I know my good friend
Oggie Gildersleeve

would be sorely
disappointed by your absence.

[sighs]

I have the file on Martha
Napp from the Lying In Hospital.

So there is a file?

Says that the last person
to check on Martha Napp

and her baby that night was an
employee named Colleen Ledwidge.

I think the best plan is that

someone goes into the
Lying In Hospital undercover.

- You?
- No. Bitsy.

I would go myself, but
Markoe already knows me.

It seems poor Oggie will have no
shortage of company this evening.

Why, whatever do you mean, John?

I imagine you are thinking

a letter of recommendation
from the Gildersleeves

about a former member of
staff would not go unheeded

should she be seeking
future employment.

I'm sure he'll do his
utmost to be of assistance.

- [both chuckle]
- Where are we going, anyway?

[Moore chuckles]

[crowd chattering boisterously]

[playing "Gladiolus Rag"]

[Cyrus] Here's to your
engagement, John.

Long time coming.

- Cheers.
- I hope she makes you happy.

Thank you, Cyrus. She does.

[Dr. Kreizler] Proud
of you, old friend.

[Cyrus chuckles]

I, uh... I've been
saving this for you.

Cyrus.

Charta Riesling.

[Cyrus] You stop by, and
it's here waiting for you.

I really can't thank you enough.

I'm pleased to have
been of assistance,

although it does seem
a highly unusual request.

It all sounds rather,
uh, cloak and dagger.

I know you won't tell me
the nature of your inquiries,

but John did mention
something about research for him

for an article
he plans to write.

For him?

- I'm working for him, am I?
- [chuckles]

Oh, whoa, whoa. Easy.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Is he feeling okay?

Lucius? Oh, yeah, he's fine.

This is a first for him.

You want to get some food?

Is Joanna still
studying the law, Cyrus?

[chuckles] Every minute of
the day, she's got her books out.

Yeah, but this
isn't the best place

for a young woman to be working.

Did she not work for
the newspaper in Philly?

Philadelphia Tribune.

That's what she wants to do.

She wants to write and get
back in the newspaper business.

Should I maybe ask at the Times?

John. That would
be much appreciated.

Please excuse me for a moment.

Um, may I call on you
for dinner sometime?

Yes, of course.

[rapping on glass]

[Dr. Kreizler clears throat]

[sighs]

John Schuyler Moore
is getting married.

[laughter and chatter]

I had prepared notes,

whimsical thoughts
on the nature of love.

Practical counsel
in what it means

to be united in body and
soul with another being.

All that I had wanted to say,

but now I realize I cannot
offer you any of these thoughts

as I'm somewhat tipsy.

[laughter and cheers]

And it seems I have left my
notes in our previous establishment.

[laughter]

John... [exhales deeply]

It is my great privilege
to be your friend.

And as Voltaire said,

"Virtuous men alone
possess friends."

You are indeed a virtuous man,

a free spirit, restless soul,

blessed with kindness,
bravery, and passion.

You are sometimes reckless,

certainly careless,

and occasionally hopeless.

[laughter]

But... [clears throat]

it is my sincerest hope, wish,

that Violet sees you as we do,

cares for you like we do,

will know you as
we have known you,

and will love you

like we do.

Should she dare.

[laughter]

To John.

[all] To John.

[chatter and laughter]

[wind whistling]

[metal clanging in distance]

[baby crying]

[woman humming lullaby]

[humming and crying continue]

[continues crying]

[baby groaning and
gurgling intensely]

[baby stops groaning]

[woman resumes humming]