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- I received a letter
from Vienna.

They've offered me a position.

- Elspeth Hunter,

confined to Blackwell's Island
Asylum for two years

for attempted murder
of her own mother.

- She went to school
with children

from the finest families
in Brooklyn.

- Aspirations.

- So you fabricated a story
about her trying to kill you?

You created a killer.

- The madwoman had a child
of her own.

- He's gone behind my back
and used that child

to lure Libby out of hiding.

- What have you done with her?

- I want not to be alone,
childless, lonely.

- If you love him,
you must tell him, Sara.

A time will come
when it's too late.

- Put the gun down or he dies.

- Stay away from me,
or I'll kill him.

- You don't want
to do that, Libby.

You know that you don't.

- No, you--

you don't know anything.

- Put the knife down.

- Tell me where she is.

- Put the knife down
and I'll tell you.

- You're lying!
- No.

- Those are lies!
- No, no.

Please, let him live.

- Why?

Because he's your beau?

Oh, oh, because you love him?

All right.

I'll count to two.

One.

- She's
at the Kreizler Institute!

- What?

You--you put--you put her

in a--

- Where is the baby?

- That baby?

He ain't mine.

- What have you done with him?

- Carotid artery.

It would've been quick,
if that's any consolation.

- Man walks a beat
half his life for what?

For this?

- He died in his uniform
serving the city.

- Serving
the propertied poltroons

with greenbacks
in their pockets.

It's what we do, Marcus.

You think there'd an army
of men out there

hunting for your baby?

Or his?

Does he need to suffer
this further indignity?

We know who done the deed.

- Photographs will help
the prosecution, Mr. Burns.

- Who would've thought
a newspaper man's occupation

would be this hazardous?

What's the plan?

- We need to interview Libby.

John--

I thought I'd lost you.

What are we going to do?

- We'll find a way.

Is that not what you want?

- I just fear that you love
this Sara Howard,

your friend,

and all the qualities that
you like in me as a friend,

you would not want in a wife.

- I love you for your kindness
and your courage,

your beauty,
and your fierce intelligence.

You challenge me.

What are you scared of, Sara?

- Love that is not truthful
is not love.

It's only passion.

Is it not true that you want
a wife, a family,

a place to call home?

That's what you want?

- Is that so wrong?
- No.

But at this moment,
I'm not sure that I--

You need rest.

- That child is alive,
I know it.

I'm coming with you.

- We must hurry.

Laszlo is meeting us
at the station.

- I talked to Mulberry Street,
Mr. Byrnes,

and they're happy for you
to conduct the interview,

given your knowledge
of the situation.

- Ordinarily,

I'd talk to someone
such as yourself first.

That would be the first degree.

And if the truth
weren't forthcoming,

I'd subject you
to the second degree.

I broke all creation
and all nature

and all wrath in my time.

Even the toughest ones crack

when they've been subjected
to the Byrnes' third degree.

Gentlemen.

- I will return tomorrow
to check on her.

- I appreciate it.

And while these matters are
brought to their conclusion,

you and I have another
pressing issue to discuss.

- We might not have the time.

- Vienna.

- A decision must be made
imminently.

- I hadn't imagined
you would go.

- And I hadn't imagined
you would stay.

- I can't decline an invitation
from Dr. Freud.

- As much as I'm tempted
to go with you,

my life is here.

- All windows and doors here
are secure.

- Would you and Lucius remain
here while I'm gone?

- Of course.

- Goo Goo.

Goo Goo.

Hold off.
It's me.

- The cops got Libby.

- How?

- One of our guys
saw her dragged in.

- So what you gonna do with it?

- I don't know.

Not sure
if Libby wants it no more.

Maybe leave it.

- Are you gonna talk?

- Again.

- Where is the child?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Hang on.

- I'll tell you
where the baby is.

I'll tell you
where the baby is.

- What?
What did she say?

- I'll tell you...

where...

- Get her off me, get her off!

- Get him out of here!

- Mr. Byrnes, I must protest.

I do not approve of
merciless methods of torture,

no matter what someone
has done.

- It's easy to cast aspersions
from where you stand,

Miss Howard.
You have that luxury.

I, on the other hand, don't,

no matter
how difficult the task.

- It is not a bad thing
to feel guilt.

It furnishes the mind
with the possibility of change.

- Oh, don't start talking
about me, now.

You and your postulations.

I can't break her.

- You can't break someone who's
already broken, Mr. Byrnes.

- Why don't you have a go
at her, see ifs...

one of your claptrap theories
can't open her up?

- It's worth a shot.
What have you to lose?

- It's one night, Lucius.

Just until Laszlo finds
a suitable place for her.

- Do I look like
I'm complaining?

- Yes, yes, you do.

Are you comfortable?

- Quite.

Did I tell you
about the dream

I had the other night
about Mama?

She asked me
to meet her midday

on Hester Street under
the clock outside Mendel's.

- Mendel's?

What happened?

- I waited under the clock.
She didn't show up.

What do you think that means?

- That you miss her.

- Not yet.

- What is it?

- You do not know
how to approach her?

- On the contrary, I do,

but we don't have time
for her to know me and I her.

It would serve us better if--
- If I were to interview her.

She needs a doctor.

I fear I'm not qualified.
- You're immensely qualified.

- She's entirely deranged.

Surely it's not safe for Sara
to be in there alone with her.

- They have treated this
poor creature with violence.

She will distrust
any unfamiliar face.

You and Libby share a bond.

You know her.
You met her.

You studied her.

You know who she is.

- You're right.
I'll do it.

- If you need us,
we'll be here.

- Hello, Libby.

- You're not frightened of me?

You should be.

- They hurt you?

- Men have always hurt me.

- I know about your mother.
- Mm.

She lied, you know?
My mother.

First time I went
to Blackwell Island

when my father died,

when I came out with a child,
she cut herself.

She said I did it.

She didn't want a baby.

She didn't want me.

She didn't want me to have it,
so they--

they look the baby
from me because of her.

- I'm of the opinion that some
people shouldn't have children.

They do it because
they think they're supposed to,

but it's not really
what they want.

Is that the way
your mother was?

- Yeah.

- Mine, too.

- She didn't love you?

Your father, he--

he loved you, though,
didn't he?

- I always felt, as a child...

That if he did love me,

why did he leave me?

But I was happy
before Pop died.

- Me, too.

I was always happy.

I had these pretty dresses,
taffeta and silk,

and I--I did ballet dancing.

I knew all the moves:

pirouettes and arabesques.

- But having Clara--

that made you happy...

to feel loved, didn't it?

- When she was born,

she was covered in blood,

and they wiped her down,
and they laid her on me,

and from that moment,
I loved her.

- Would you like to see her?

Clara?

Because I could bring her
to you if you like.

- You--you'd bring her to me?

- But you would have to tell me
where the baby is.

- Sara?

When can I see her?
Clara?

- Lock the door.

- Wait.

Wait!

- She told me
where the baby is.

- No, no, no!

No, no!

Sara!

- Mr. Byrnes,
we have an address.

- Murphy.
- Sir?

- Round up your boys.
We're leaving.

- Yes, sir.

- Come on, come on, come on.

- Keep it moving, lads.
Come on, hurry up.

Those damn Dusters
will be waiting, no doubt.

- On the double!

- Ready?

- You bitch.

You bitch.

- I fear I have been
unnecessarily cruel to her,

and yet, I had to deceive her.

- As she deceived you?

- I lied.
I said I would bring her Clara.

- You found out
where the child is.

That is what matters.

- Hyah!

- Watch yourselves!

- Boys, lads.

There's a light on in there.
You two, cover the back.

- Ready yourselves, boys.

- Sir, over here.

- Come out, or we shoot!

They've taken flight, it seems.

- No, don't shoot the damn dog,
man.

It's just an animal.

- It's all right, little man.

- It's all right.

It's all right, little man.

- Is he all right?

- Yes.

We should take him
to a hospital.

It's all right.

- Sir, what now?

- Escort the baby
to the hospital,

and we'll notify Vanderbilt.

- Sir.

- What's the plan?

- We're gonna make
these sorry sons of bitches

wish they'd never been born.

- Is there nothing else
we can do for her?

- Her mind is in great turmoil.

- At the very least, we should
insist she see a doctor.

She needs medical treatment.

- This way!

- You'll be safe in there.

Take the keys.

- Goo Goo.
- Libby?

- Goo Goo!
- Libby!

- I'm here, Goo Goo!
- Libby!

- Open the door.
Open the door.

Where's that bitch?

I know she's here.
I know she's here.

I can smell her.

- Libby, we gotta go.
The cops are gonna come back.

- I need Clara.

I need Clara.
- Let's go.

- Hey, hey, wake up.

Wake up.
Someone's here.

- Marcus.

- Where's my daughter?

- You can't take her.

- I can't take my own daughter?

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Hi.

Hey.

Clara, come here.

Hey.

It's me.

I'm your mama.

And you're gonna come with me.

- Come on, let's go.

- Oh, this?

This isn't anything.

- Now come on.

Good girl, good girl.

- Oh, it's okay.
I'm your mama.

- Ow!

- Don't hurt her!

- My glasses broke.

Marcus?

Marcus.

Marcus!

- Uh, stop the bleeding.

- Stay with me.

- What?
I have to stop the bleeding.

You're all right.

- Marcus?

- You're all right.

- Marcus.

Don't leave me.

- It's okay.

- Marcus, Marcus.

Please don't leave me, Marcus.

My the Lord comfort you

with all the mourners
of Zion and Jerusalem.

- Lucius, you have
my deepest condolences.

Marcus was one of our own,
as are you.

The both of yous.

- Go right ahead.

- He was taken
from you far too soon.

I'm so sorry.

- Lucius.

- I know.

John.

- I'm so very sorry.

- I couldn't pull the trigger.

I'm useless.

- Don't say that.

He loved you,
and you loved him.

- It feels so fleeting,
this life.

Gust of wind, and the flame
is extinguished.

- Man makes plans,
and the gods laugh.

- In the hospital,
you asked me,

did I want a family?

- And you said that you did.

- I have dreamt about it often,

but I realize here in this room

what it is I value most dearly
in life.

I was born a gentleman.

I have grown accustomed
to behaving

in a certain, correct way,

not quite saying what it is
I want and what I don't want.

- What do you want?

- I want you.

- What's on your mind?

- Dr. Stratton has been offered
a posting in Vienna.

- Are you thinking
of accompanying her?

Whatever it is you decide,

you must place
your own happiness first.

- What of you, Sara?

- John means the world to me.

And yet, I fear
we desire different things.

- But there's more?

- I feel pulled
every which way.

- You should abide
by your own advice.

- This is from Lucius.

Everything the police collected

over the course
of the investigation.

- Let us begin, then.

Laszlo, you said that Libby
was a frightened child herself.

- Her emotional growth
was likely stunted

by the repeated trauma
she had suffered.

- There was a moment
in the prison cell,

in the midst of recounting
the horrors that befell her,

her eyes lit up
at a recollection

where she spoke of being happy,

of doing ballet,
of pretty dresses.

- She aspired to be a lady.

- If her mother
was being truthful,

they were more
than aspirations.

It was a life they once had--
a paradise lost.

- Lost when her father died.

- She's sheltering here
in her memories.

They do not disappoint her.

The more of a whirlwind
she reaps in the present,

the more her mind seeks refuge
in the past.

- She's retreating
to a time when she was happy,

the halcyon days of childhood.

- Perhaps this is the house
in which she lived.

It was in a painting
on the wall

at Malorie Hunter's apartment.

- If this was
her childhood home--

- Now reunited
with her daughter,

her own family unit
is complete.

All that's left is...
- To go home.

- Bitsy,
call Sergeant Kelly in Brooklyn

and get the address
of the old Hunter family home.

We need to alert Byrnes.

I believe he does want
to help us.

This time,
we leave nothing to chance.

And again.

- Whoa, whoa!

- Rope that off!

- She's in there.

We've identified Libby Hatch
inside

with Goo Goo Knox
and the child.

We believe if we go in
all guns blazing,

the child is lost,
and this could be a trap,

so my boys must stand prepared

for another attack
by those Dusters.

Miss Howard, I'll set up
a perimeter watch.

You let me know
what assistance I can offer.

- Thank you, Mr. Byrnes.

- We'll begin
with the demi-plié.

You bend your knees, keep your
heels firmly on the ground.

- Libby,
the kid don't wanna dance.

What is this place, anyway?

- I already told you,
you idiot.

I used to live here.

I don't think so.
This place is a goddamn palace.

- You heard that?

Shh!

Clara, come--come here.

Clara.

Clara.

Clara.

Clara, I'm--I'm your mom.

I'm your mom, Clara.

Why--why--why are you so mean?

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

- Ow, ow!

- I thought we had rats.

- Help me--ow!
- Clara.

You need to call Byrnes.

- Come here.

- Good girl, good girl.

- Ow, ow!
- Shut up.

I'm your mom.

Why don't you want--
- Libby.

- No, no.

- Let her go.

- No, she's mine,
and you're not gonna take her.

- Libby, don't.

- I'll take her with me,
where no one is gonna hurt her.

- You're hurting her.

- No, but--

but I love her.

I loved her
the moment she was born.

I loved her since
she was a baby in my arms.

- What happened to you
does not determine

what Clara will become.

She has her life ahead of her.

- Look at her.

- The only thing

that ever loves you
is that little, innocent thing,

and you think maybe...

maybe it will stop the pain.

And it does, for a--
for--for a little while.

- Do not shoot!

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- "New York Times!"
Duster slain!

- "New York Journal!"
Knox gone!

- Oh, no, thank you.

- Well, congratulations, John.

I heard on the down low

Vanderbilt
is singing your praises.

- I thought
he was keeping it hush-hush.

- I got my own sources, too.

We thought when you hit a high,
you'd leave us.

- And forego my scoop

on the Lying-In Hospital
and Dr. Markoe?

Never.

- You know, Bernie,
I've spent most of my life

being somewhat
of a phony, a fake,

but for whatever reason,
I feel I belong here.

- What about Hearst?

You tell him
about the promotion yet?

- Well, that's complicated.

- Would you excuse me
for a moment, Bernie?

I've been informed that

this promotion allows me
to pick my team.

I would very much like it
if you were on it, Joanna.

Stay here.
Work for me, with me.

- Thank you, John...

but I found a newspaper
in Weeksville, in Brooklyn.

It's somewhat more--
- Radical?

- Progressive.

- You've got a visitor,
Mr. Moore.

- Violet.

- Papa said
you've made quite the splash

with your stories
about Libby Hatch.

- Yes, well, it's been quite
a taxing experience.

- You've been a stranger to me
of late.

- Violet, I wanted to, um--

I need to explain something
to you.

- I feel we do need to talk.

- Laszlo Kreizler,
meet Frederick Douglass.

I've been meaning to give it
to you for quite some time.

The occasion just
never felt fitting.

- I'm deeply touched,
my friend.

I will treasure it.

- Let me fill you up.

What's on your mind, Laszlo?

- The Institute.

I feel at times that I've been
hiding behind its walls,

and yet, it's my life's work,
and it has given me great joy.

- You know, Laszlo,

the whole time
I was at the Institute,

I never felt like
I was being me.

- And you do here?
- Oh, yeah.

This is my own place,

and I can decide what it is
I want to do for myself.

- Despite all my knowledge
of life

and my own advice to patients,

I hesitate.

I tread gingerly when
I should step purposefully.

- If there is no struggle,
there is no progress.

Sometimes, Laszlo,

you just have
to decide what it is you want

and then fight for it.

- What on Earth are you doing,
Miss Howard?

I'm trying to take the bullets
out of my furniture.

- That's quite the weapon
you have there.

- Oh, there.

What, this?

This is a Balkan dagger.

It's proven to be quite useful.

What is it?

John, nothing is so bad
that you cannot tell me.

Grasp the nettle,
and it hardly stings.

- Violet is
in a delicate condition.

- Dare I ask?

- I'm the father.

- I am happy for you, John.

I am sad, but I am also happy.

Because now,
you get what your heart desires

and that is to be a father.

You said that it didn't matter,
but...

I suspect that it did.

- I'm so sorry, Sara.

- Desiring a child of your own
is nothing to be ashamed of.

It's a new life,
a new Schuyler Moore.

And all this time,

there's been an ache
in my heart,

an emptiness
ever since my brother died,

and it may sound foolish,

but I hope, perhaps,

that if a small part of him
were to be born again,

that I would see it
in my own child,

or my own child in him.

- That doesn't sound foolish.

- Doesn't?
- No.

Sounds beautiful.

- You play chess
so romantically, Laszlo,

with such daring,

gallantly accepting my gambits,

and yet, still
mercilessly ruining me.

- Perhaps you play
with such reckless abandon

because there's little
at stake.

There's no risk.

Knight to king's knight seven,
knight takes pawn.

Check.

- King to queen one.

Are you offering a wager?

- Queen
to bishop's knight six.

Check.

Indeed.

Should you lose, then you're
mine to do with as I so wish.

- I fear at this moment, I
would have an unfair advantage.

What you suggest sounds
positively Faustian.

You mean
to take my immortal soul.

Yet hardly likely, Karen,

when my knight takes
your queen.

- Perhaps merely
your mortal body, then?

Checkmate.

I do believe I did say to do
with you as I so pleased.

Are you sure I can't tempt you
to come to Europe with me?

- I'm sure the Institute
would thrive

or even prosper without me.

I've realized
I'm not some omniscient god.

- That's quite
the breakthrough, Laszlo,

to know one is not divine.

- Yes, I'm simply a man,

quite an imperfect creature.

But your arrival in my life

has precipitated a desire
to change.

I most--

- Don't change too much.

I like the man you are.

- Tell me--

how is the weather in Vienna
this time of the year?

- We shall miss you, Laszlo.

- And I, you, both of you,

but this is the time
for melancholia.

- And so, we find ourselves
here once again.

- "One of the most beautiful
qualities of friendship

is to understand
and to be understood."

- Seneca the Younger, I think.

I did attend some
of the classes

in our Harvard days, Laszlo.

- To our friendship.

- I hope there will still
be occasion

for us to dine together
when I return.

- If you return.

- Well, my carriage awaits.

Laszlo, be well.

Goodbye, Miss Sara Howard.

- Goodbye, John Moore.

So how long will you be
in Europe for?

- I'm not sure.

Six months, perhaps longer.

- And you'll have
Professor Stratton

to share the adventure with.

Shall we drink to that?

- American bourbon,
straight up.

And for Miss Howard?

- Make it two.

- My father, he--

he had an accident, too.

I thought we understood
each other, Miss Howard,

but you--you're incapable.

And you think
maybe it will stop the pain.

- Morning.
We have a busy day.

Bitsy?

- I sent Ida down
to the Tenderloin

to get the lowdown
on the Annie Swede case,

and the commissioner
is asking you to assist

on
the Pacific State Bank heist.

- Good.
Set up a meeting.

We need access
to all the evidence.

- Mrs. Schermerhorn messaged.

- Servants are stealing
her silverware again?

Politely decline, I think.

Girls, I would like
to introduce

the newest member
of our team, Kitty Byrnes.

- I appreciate the opportunity,
Miss Sara.

I won't let you down.

- You will not see a lot
of photographs of detectives

that look like us
in the "Police Gazette," Kitty,

not yet, anyways.

But I think of it like this:

our office at 808 Broadway
is lit by electricity,

and before electricity,
people used kerosene lamps,

and before that, they used
candles made from whale oil,

and the man
with the whale oil candle

could never have envisioned
all of this.

We may be judged as women,

but we must remember
that we are detectives,

and whether we wear skirts
or trousers

is immaterial to what we do.

It's human nature
to make mistakes, Kitty.

We sometimes might fail,

but we should not be defined
by our failures.

It's 8:00.
Let us begin.

Bitsy.