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You know I know what happens here!

Free Martha Napp! Free Martha Napp!

This woman is innocent.

Where is the body of the murdered child?

You find my baby girl.

You promise me, Doctor.

An example needed to be set with Martha Napp.

I shall write about this injustice.

I wish you would work with my father at the "Journal."

This just in... They found a dead baby's body

down at Siegel Cooper.

I fear this is another missing infant.

Another?

You need a detective, señora,

and a woman such as I

with the resources and the experience.

I've been asked to find the missing daughter

of Spanish Governor Linares.

Is it the Spanish child? It's what I feared.

So the dead child is Martha Knapp's.

The markings on the eyes are so curious.

"Memento Mori"... Remembrances of death.

Who could have done this?

A person in great pain.

Whoever they are...

They will kill again.

Goddamn bone.

Where's the bone saw, Ding Dong?

I left it on top of the block.

Here.

There you go.

Those boys won't be telling any secrets where they're going.

Not anytime soon.

There's a bone for Bonaparte.

More where that came from.

La-di-da.

Another missing baby doesn't change anything.

Doesn't matter what Crazy Kreizler thinks.

Forgive me.

That's what he's being called, John.

You think that Marco is really going around

kidnapping babies and killing 'em?

No.

But let me accompany Miss Howard,

see if I can find a connection between the two infants.

It seems circumstantial.

One of them is this poor kid in the Lying-In Hospital.

And the other one, what,

a child of a wealthy diplomat?

It doesn't add up.

Sorry, sir.

But if we're right, Bernie,

not only do we vindicate Martha Napp,

but we conceivably have the scoop of the century.

I promise you. That's a big promise, John.

Hearst isn't gonna like it.

I daresay he won't.

And I doubt very much he's gonna like

his future son-in-law palling around

with the fragrant Miss Howard, neither.

It's not like that, Bernie.

Isn't it, John?

I told Bernie that the doll connects the two cases.

He said it was still speculation and that

there was not enough evidence to conclude

that there is a serial killer of children.

In fact, he thought it was an outlandish proposition.

But...

But did he give you permission

to investigate the story?

Indeed he did.

Bravo.

Laszlo's going to accompany me to the Spanish Consulate.

I'm going to interview Linares's servants.

You think the servants are hiding something?

Not necessarily, but we have to at least rule them out.

If indeed they are hiding something,

the latest research suggests liars will give themselves away

by the smallest of facial gestures.

Oh, nonsense, Laszlo.

A moderately accomplished liar can maintain

a decent poker face, as I know only too well.

Let me demonstrate.

How do you feel about...

Small dogs?

Stop it, Laszlo.

Pomeranians? Chihuahuas?

Maltese? I know what you're doing.

I merely asked you one question,

but I seem to have made you decidedly uncomfortable.

You've proved your point, Laszlo.

What is that in your hand?

Behold.

A public lecture by Dr. Markoe.

The audacity of the man.

I intend to be there

to ask questions and perhaps

hasten his fall from grace.

You have no proof.

Only questions he need not answer.

But it is a public arena, Sara.

He will have to answer me.

No, he doesn't. He detests you.

Nevertheless, what if it was not a Dr. Kreizler

asking the questions,

but "The New York Times"?

Well...

if nothing else, we will see if he can dissemble

more proficiently than you, John.

Sounds like a plan. Let's go.

Good day, John.

Good-bye.

Pass me Albert, please.

I don't see why you have to name them.

I have their measurements written down

beside their rabbit name

so I can calibrate carefully

the amounts of poison

I need to administer.

You could call them a number.

Pass me number four, then.

You better destroy these records when you're done.

Doyle can't find out about any of this.

Number four.

Albert.

You say Señora has no memory from earlier that day,

but we should speak to her again about this.

She's deeply traumatized, Laszlo.

Any further questioning would undoubtedly feel

like an interrogation to her.

I'm talking about something else entirely...

A way to gain entry to her unconscious mind.

What do you mean?

There have been bold new advances

in the field of hypnosis, Sara,

from the Salpêtrière School in Paris.

I hardly think it's appropriate to suggest

a method so untried and untested

as a cure-all for finding their missing child.

Let us first interview the staff,

and then we will proceed from there.

Please, sit.

And what is your name?

They call me Frances. Frannie.

And tell me, Frannie, are there any poisons

kept in the house?

Poison?

For the vermin... Rats, sometimes.

We had rats in the garden,

so the señora asked us put down poison outside.

How long have you worked for the Linares family?

For two years now.

They're good people.

And what is it you do?

Eyes over here, please.

What is it you do? I'm the cook.

Would you say the señora is a good mother?

I mainly stay in the kitchens.

And how many people work in the kitchens?

Usually it's only me and Cook,

unless the Ambassador got a reception on

and they got guests.

Have you ever brought the child

to the Siegel Cooper department store?

Please, ma'am. Don't cry.

You minded the child.

Most of the time, yes.

Do Señor and Señora seem happy to you?

Laszlo.

Gracias.

You spoke to everybody?

I believe so.

Is it possible that I could speak with your wife,

Señor Linares?

She is resting.

It has been such an ordeal.

But it's important. Perhaps...

Not today.

I understand.

I'd hoped our interviews would have yielded

more fruitful results.

The only two avenues open to us

are the doll from Siegel Cooper

and the body of the Napp child.

That's all we have to go on.

The reason I don't want to raise the idea of hypnosis

is that I'm of the firm conviction

that Señora Linares would strongly disapprove.

It is your case, Sara.

Who amongst us would not be similarly fallen from grace

were we born into such misery?

When these young women should be practicing chastity

to live themselves above destitution...

Too many of the lower classes give in to seduction.

However,

it is not my place to render moral judgement

on the souls of these poor women.

All I can do is give them succor.

Thank you.

How very good of you not to render moral judgment

on the souls of these women, Dr. Markoe.

You mock me, Dr. Kreizler.

But only because you lost in court.

Your vanity demands satisfaction.

There's been a child found.

Murdered.

John Moore, "New York Times."

The body of the child was found in the department store

after Martha Napp was executed.

But who's to say that the child is in fact the Napp baby?

I took it upon myself to observe the autopsy.

Dr. Kreizler was able to make a positive identification.

It was emphatically the child.

Perhaps the Alienist is wrong?

Does this amuse you, Dr. Markoe?

You had a mother executed,

and now there's proof she was not a murderer.

That is an outrageous claim to make, Dr. Kreizler.

Outrageous.

How do you account for a woman

under your medical supervision

now lying six feet under in Potter's Field?

How do you account for her child now being found dead,

manifestly not murdered by Martha?

Would you now care to explain yourself?

How many more innocents must suffer?

Finally.

You know that damned Kreizler accosted me here tonight?

Asking questions in front of all my colleagues

about this damned dead baby

they found in a department store or God knows where.

The man's a nuisance.

Who was that gentleman with him from "The New York Times"?

That would be John Moore.

They've been known to consort,

interfering with police business.

Him and, uh, Sara Howard.

The Alienist seeks to ruin me

and the Lying-In Hospital...

Seeks to ruin all of us.

He's like a dog with a bone.

A dog just needs to know who his master his.

I'll take care of it.

We'll fix him and the rest of his pack.

Hey, Bitsy, is it all right if we go straight through

to her office? Of course.

She's expecting you.

Hello, Lucius.

Hello.

If I'm not very much mistaken,

this was not part of the plan, Laszlo.

Gentlemen, do we have results from the autopsy?

We'll still analyzing the poisons.

However, we have identified one component.

It's a nightshade.

Hyoscine if we were to surmise,

a calming agent, but...

Lethal in too big a dose.

Where can one acquire it?

Most apothecaries stock it.

It requires, however, a specialist training

to be able to administer the correct dose.

Which would indicate someone with medical expertise.

But we found something else interesting

in the black substance in the Napp infant's mouth.

Initially, we thought it was congealed blood,

and in fact some of it was,

but we also found... We found powdered carbon.

Carbon is sometimes used as an antidote to poison,

is it not? Yes.

That is so.

It appears the amount of poison ingested

was only enough to render the baby unconscious.

So how did the baby die?

Our conclusion is lack of oxygen.

Both: Asphyxiation.

So someone poisoned the baby,

changed their mind,

and then gave the baby powdered charcoal.

It certainly seems like a...

perverse act of compassion.

And then decides to smother the child.

There are no dolls on display today.

Why display the child in such a public place

if not to shock and cause pain?

If the intent is to cause pain, then to whom?

To the customers of the Siegel Cooper Department Store?

Who are predominantly...

Monied.

We're here to see Mr. Hessler.

And what is your name, madam?

Sara Howard.

Certainly there are no poor huddled masses here.

Sara, my darling!

You are exquisitely appareled, my dear.

And who's this handsome devil?

I don't believe I remember being invited

to an engagement party.

Sterling, you are outrageous.

May I present a colleague, John Moore.

John, Sterling Hessler.

Between ourselves, there's another child missing.

We fear she's been stolen by the same beast

who left the poisoned infant on display here.

Can you help?

The doll is our only lead.

Please, tell me what it is you need.

We need more barium chloride and ammonium sulphide.

It's an unseasonably hot day for such butchery, Lucius.

A day like today...

You want an ice cream soda, am I right?

Marcus isn't here, Mr. Byrnes.

As a matter of fact, Lucius, you're the man I came to see.

Me? That's right.

It's a sensitive matter.

A delicate matter,

involving your brother and you

and Miss Sara Howard and Martha Napp.

See, I make it my habit to keep myself informed.

I read.

I read the Greeks; I read the Latins.

But the Chinese...

the Chinese is most useful for learning.

They got expressions for all manner of situations

that might present themselves.

Confucius, Sun Tzu...

Great men, great thinkers.

The expression from the Chinese that comes to mind is this:

"Sometimes you have to kill a chicken to frighten a dog."

You are loyal, Lucius. I respect that.

But mark my words, I will not come after you.

I will come after your brother.

What do you want?

Information.

That's all.

Let me see...

the doll is called Ruby Red.

Ruby Red, where are you?

Oh.

Mrs. Winslow, Mrs. Brewster.

Annie... that's the Van der Meer governess.

Oh, goodness.

This one's odd.

They only signed their initials E.H.

This E.H. bought the Ruby Red doll that we're looking for?

The very same.

Unfortunately, there does not seem to be an address.

Well...

Well, E.H. purchased the Ruby Red doll

on at least four previous occasions.

But no address?

Mm, well, let's see.

Mm-hmm.

Wait.

Yeah, there's... There's a fifth doll.

The entry's from July last year,

and...

there's an address.

Hudson Street.

Hudson Street is a preserve of ruffians and hoodlums.

Oh, hogwash, John. I doubt you've ever been there.

Have you?

Its reputation speaks for itself.

It's simply not safe for a respectable woman.

I'll be protected by the cover of darkness.

If you're that concerned about my well-being,

you're welcome to accompany me.

Unless, of course, you're otherwise engaged.

No, no.

We shall go together. It's settled, then.

I'll see you tonight.

Will Mr. Moore be joining us tonight,

Violet?

Yes, I certainly hope so.

My two boys need to get to know each other.

He will make a good match.

The Schuyler Moores can trace their lineage

back to New Amsterdam,

not that I pay much heed to such matters.

This will cover the running of a small Caribbean nation.

Be prudent.

Thank you, Papa.

I mean, W.H.

Violet,

you may call me Papa in the privacy of my office.

Perhaps I should call you Chief, like your staff?

Miss Violet.

Thomas Byrnes is here to see you, Chief.

Mr. Hearst.

Another child is missing.

The daughter of the Spanish consular general.

They're keeping it hushed up.

Now, these folks, these muckety-mucks

with the Spanish government

neglected to tell the police department

about the missing child.

Public suspicion could easily be flamed up

if word of this got out to the authorities.

Agreed.

Something must be done about it, in that case.

Nice work, Byrnes.

I won't be long, my dear.

I care for Helen greatly, Dr. Markoe,

but I can't afford the scandal.

I know you do, Richard,

and you've come to the right place.

We are men, after all.

It is normal for us to desire beautiful things.

Will she be able to... Will she...

have her full health again?

If you mean will you be able to love her

as ardently as you have, then yes.

With some rest and confinement,

she should soon be restored to you.

And the child?

That will not concern you, Richard.

Rest assured, there will be no scandal.

I got you something.

Thank you, Bitsy. I'll eat it later.

Miss Sara,

you ain't been eating or sleeping properly.

It's not good.

I can't stop thinking about poor Señora Linares.

I don't know what it's like to be a mother, but...

I know.

There's a saying in Yiddish:

"Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while,

but their hearts forever."

Her heart must be breaking.

It's just arrogance.

That's the ultimate problem.

The arrogance of these damn Spanish.

This is Old Europe acting like savages down there in Cuba,

and we simply look weak if we allow it.

They don't remember that they're in our neighborhood.

No other great power would allow this on their doorstep.

So why on Earth do we?

Oh, but these bicycles!

How does one stay on?

You sit on the saddle,

place your feet on the pedal,

and push off, I believe.

Is that right, John?

John knows about these things. It's two wheels.

And if you go fast enough, the velocity

sustains the momentum.

I think it's altogether a hazard,

and so unbecoming.

A horse is easier to mount.

I know, my dearest, you must dash.

Moore.

You're abandoning ship.

My apologies, but duty calls.

Surely your duty lies with your fiancée.

Indeed it does, Mr. Hearst.

But unfortunately,

some newspaper stories

are unearthed under the cover of darkness.

When you're married to Miss Violet,

we cannot have you working for the opposition.

You must come work for me.

The hours are more social.

Goodnight.

You're dressed for a party.

Have I taken you away from an important social event?

And you?

You look as if you're dressed for a funeral.

I'm dressed for the night, John.

We must see and not be seen.

We can always turn back.

Where would the fun be in that?

247.

It's long abandoned.

St. Ignatius Boarding House.

For transient people, no doubt.

We can still find out who lived there.

The landlord had suspicions about one of tenants, perhaps.

John...

Okay. Over here.

We should leave.

Hey, come back.

It's a bit late for that.

Come on.

In here.

It's nothing. Only a bum.

Dusters...

Come on, fellas. Let's go to Cyrus's.

Slow down!

Yeah, he's gonna come and rip him apart!

This is why it's not safe

for you working down here, Joanna.

According to you, I'm not safe anywhere.

We got to get you a good job,

working for one of those rich white families uptown.

I want what's mine just like anybody else on this world.

Just like you got this bar.

And if I have to fight for my equal rights,

I will.

That's the problem with fighting...

Somebody always get hurt.

These people are up next.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Please!

No dogfighting.

The dogs'll scare off the ladies.

Uncle Cy?

Dogs out!

They come in here about once a week.

They drink at all the establishments

in the markets and the docks.

Miss Sara, I think you ought to leave.

These boys is not civilized.

Cyrus, I'm quite capable of handling myself.

You ever hear about them kidnapping children for ransom?

I wouldn't put anything past them, Miss Sara.

These boys are killers. They ain't got no conscience.

Which one of them is in charge?

Well, Goo Goo's not here.

That tall, skinny one, they call him Fat Jack.

And the one next to him

with the bowler hat and missing teeth,

that's Ding Dong.

They're bad, but they're like altar boys

compared to Goo Goo Knox.

We found an address connected to the case...

An old boarding house called St. Ignatius.

Hudson Street 247.

Did Goo Goo live there? Yeah.

Goo Goo owns that place.

It burned down last year, didn't it?

Do you think it's possible to introduce us, Cyrus?

I don't think that's a good idea, John.

Ding Dong.

How you doin', Mr. La-Di-Da?

You slumming it with your pretty lady here?

What do you want with Goo Goo?

You don't much look like cops. John Moore.

I'm from "The New York Times."

I wanted to talk to Goo Goo, Mr. Knox.

You want to talk to Goo Goo?

What if he don't want to talk to you?

247 Hudson Street.

It's about a missing baby.

I ain't seen him in months.

What you want to do, Dr. Kreizler?

The Señora will be with you shortly.

Thank you.

It's a Cecilia Beaux.

She presented it to me at her studio.

Did you commission a portrait?

No. I paint as well.

I even exhibited

at the Exposición Nacional de Bellas Artes

in Madrid when I was younger.

A great honor indeed.

Of all of Spain's painters,

I think I admire Francisco Goya the most.

He was able to turn his gaze inward

and depict his subconscious desires and horrors.

Dr. Kreizler.

Yes, Señora. Please forgive the intrusion.

I had hoped to find your husband at home.

My husband is in his office.

War is still a possibility between our countries.

Our situation is unimaginable,

yet still my husband must attend

to his consular duties.

Miss Howard is not with you?

No, Señora.

Miss Howard's considerable skills

are being deployed elsewhere.

And matters of the human mind are my field of expertise.

Why have you come?

My servant informs me

you think you know a way to find Ana?

In a manner of speaking.

I believe I can help you access your memory of that day.

Through hypnosis we can mine your unconscious mind...

Dr. Kreizler,

I think you have been less than honest with me.

I apologize, Señora.

But what I'm proposing could make a difference.

I do not think it could be helpful,

and it's altogether inappropriate.

I believe it's the trappings of tricksters and liars.

I understand your skepticism, Señora, I do.

But if there were memories

hidden beneath your conscious mind

that could help rescue your child,

do you not think it worthwhile to seek them?

Dr. Kreizler,

you do not know me.

You do not know what it is to be a mother to a child.

Eva will escort you to the door.

Forgive me, Señora.

I did not mean to offend you.

Excuse me.

All right, lock it off!

Let go!

The flesh and the spine have been cut

with some kind of crude saw.

These missing patches of skin are interesting.

Looks like they've used a scalpel.

In all likelihood, to remove identifying marks.

Probably a tattoo.

Oh, the stench.

It's like that of a charnel house down here, Mr. Byrnes.

Hence the cigar.

You never get used to the smell.

Never.

It'd make a body sick.

Damn Dusters.

Hoodlums is all they are.

It weren't hoodlums that done this deed, Captain.

The poor misfortunates you see butchered before us

is Cubans.

It was the Spanish that done this.

The murderers is Spanish?

It would be most helpful for the headlines if they were.

Ah, I get you now, Mr. Byrnes.

Well, there's also some nefarious goings-on

at that Spanish consulate...

If the department were interested.

Oh, indeed we are, sir.

Supposing I was to tell you that the child of one of these

big-shot Spaniards up and vanished,

but not one of them has spoken a word

to the lawful authorities.

Now, I ask you, Captain,

what sort of people do such a thing?

People that need to be investigated, that's who.

Mm.

John?

You were looking to track down Goo Goo Knox?

The word is, the two men he was feuding with

ended up dead in the Hudson.

Where? West Side Piers.

Maude.

Would you be so kind as to put in a call

with Miss Sara Howard, 808 Broadway?

Tell her I'll meet her down there.

Oh, no, no. Hey, hey.

No photographs.

Respect for the faithful departed.

Cubans have families too.

I'm sure we can make an exception

for the Hearst publication, though.

Just wait till things calm down.

George.

It's John. John Moore.

You knew me when you were a bouncer

at the Concordia Garden.

Of course, Mr. Moore.

Had to toss you many a time, didn't I, huh? Yeah.

Oh, no.

So the police are saying it's Cubans.

But you heard different, huh?

Word has it

that Goo Goo Knox had an altercation

with two fellas by the name of Chick Gillen

and Mallet Murphy.

Goo Goo got one of his dames to get comfy with 'em both,

and then they slit their throats.

George, I need to talk to Goo Goo Knox.

It's important.

Get out of here. Come on.

Leave it to me.

Here's to Chick and Mallet, wherever they are.

You, you... come.

Hey, Mister, you got a cut.

Stand back, people.

You're a long way from Fifth Avenue, pretty boy.

How you doin', John?

Now, you look to the North, the South,

the East, and the West, and you'll see my men.

Now, some of them is only boys, but they is still my men.

You won't make it out of here alive.

Now, you been asking a lot of questions about me, huh?

You know who I am?

Goo Goo Knox.

Now, one push through the thorax,

and you'll be chokin' on your own sweet blood.

You do that, and I will put a bullet in you.

I ain't afraid of dyin'.

Well, maybe you're afraid of walking around a eunuch

for the rest of your life.

Over here, John.

Now, what you want with me?

What do you know about 247 Hudson Street?

I don't know nothing about that.

We heard you were the owner.

Oh, yeah, that place.

I got a lot of property. It's hard to keep track.

I'm a regular J.P. Morgan.

You know anything about a missing child?

You got me mixed up with someone else, is my guess.

You know who lived at 247?

It's a boarding house.

Mainly, uh, pimps and whores and the like.

High-quality trick-turners.

Do anything you want for the right price.

And maybe one of them has your kid,

'cause sure as hell I don't.

Now, if there's nothing else,

me and Ding Dong gotta go.

We got a, uh, party to go to.

Two friends of ours is goin' away.

I'll be seeing you.

Get out of here, boys.

Miss Sara, we've had a phone call

from Señora Linares.

She's not happy.

I explicitly asked you not to contact the Linareses,

and yet you did.

I can see that you are angry with me, Sara.

Angry? I'm not angry, Laszlo.

The word "anger" doesn't do justice to what I feel.

What you did was a violation of my trust, of our friendship.

Even if you are angry with me for the moment,

let us at least eat.

You're infuriating.

Madame, terrapène a la Trenton.

Bon appetit.

I do not want terrapin soup.

I don't like it. I've never liked it.

And yet you insist on this archaic notion

of ordering it for me.

You don't listen to me!

What would you like to eat?

In fact, I would like a glass of bourbon with ice.

In my defense... Don't.

I think about the promise I made to Martha Napp.

You truly think that Señora Linares

would benefit from a session of hypnosis?

I do so, Sara.

What is fascinating about hypnosis

is that the memory is not suppressed

as we would understand it.

The hypnotized self is dissociated

from the waking self, and this is what allows a patient

to see a lived experience anew,

as if in a dream.

I could have lost this case, Laszlo.

And I know I'm their only hope of finding baby Ana.

Sometimes detective work is about profiling;

Sometimes it's about simply observing.

I did observe something at the Spanish consulate today

that aroused my curiosity.

I saw a woman, a member of the staff.

She let me in today

and appeared to be a close confidante of the señora.

She was not presented for interview.

We must talk to her, then.

Now? Yes, now.

I ordered aspic de foie gras. Laszlo.

Dommage.

Eva, contact Narciso in Washington.

What is this outrage?

Señora Linares is being apprehended and questioned

about the disappearance

and possible murder of her baby.

This is insanity. This is not legal.

I think you'll find it is.

Why else was a missing child not reported?

For the very reason you're demonstrating.

Who ordered this?

Shut the door.

I said desist immediately! Desist!

Señora, Señora!

Captain Doyle, I applaud your bravery.

My bravery?

Your bravery, Captain.

The Linareses have diplomatic immunity.

So if you do arrest her and charge her,

there will a diplomatic incident of the highest degree.

And while it may hasten a war with Spain,

it will also hasten your ignominious departure

from the force and cause a stain on our reputation

in this world, so yes, I salute your courage.

It wasn't my call.

I think you will find that being aware

that this is an illegal act,

you, and you alone, Captain Doyle,

will be called to account.

What's it to be, Doyle?

It's bully boys, Señora, and bullies

don't like to be stood up to.

This is why we could not go to the police.

This is why.

What is it?

We need to talk to this woman.

What is your name? Not Eva.

You don't need to talk to Eva.

I'm afraid we do.

Eva...

Eva didn't do anything.

Only what I asked.

I was afraid to tell Narciso.

I thought...

he would blame me.

For what?

A few months ago, I left Ana on my bed

and went to run the bath, and when I came back,

she had fallen on the floor.

I thought she wasn't breathing.

I was afraid Narciso would find out.

What did you do?

We brought Ana to the hospital, and...

a hospital my husband would not know.

And they said it was better if she stayed in for a few days.

Oh, God.

Eva said she would stay with her,

and she did...

and I never told Narciso.

What hospital was it, Señora?

If Goo Goo is stealing babies,

something about this doesn't add up.

It feels too elaborate, too well-thought-out.

If he's stealing them for money,

then why dress them up as dolls?

Why the elaborate theatre of the macabre?

The killer is servicing his own needs,

and his own needs are not pecuniary.

What of the poisons?

Three poisons were used to kill the child,

two of them readily available from the apothecaries.

The third is not.

What is it? It's a pain suppressant.

If administered incorrectly, it would kill a child.

Where is it available?

Here's the thing... It's a sedative

used to ease the pain of mothers during childbirth.

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

The Lying-In Hospital.

Push!

The girl's in pain.

Doctor, should we give her calomel?

Calomel is of little use,

but I will allow a tincture of turpentine

and opium should she need it.

She should have thought of all that pain

before she let strange men put their thing in her.

Quite right, Matron.

But of course it is that selfsame man

who is paying us to attend to these matters, is it not?

Honestly, these girls are sometimes so stupid,

Dr. Markoe...

stupid, stupid, stupid.

Push!

Push!

Push!

Such a tiny little thing.

Doubtless an astringent vaginal douche

won't do any harm?

No, not yet, Matron.

There's still work to be done.

What will I tell her when she wakes?

It would be kindness to tell her

the child didn't survive.

Corrected by == Flatto (subscene.com) ==