Because you're a coward.
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You weren't responsible for her death.
Who, then, if not me?
This wretched investigation is over.
Dr. Kreizler's withdrawn because he's been hurt,
but we have a duty to go on.
But we don't have the knowledge or the know-how.
We have a name. We have a suspect.
All we have to do is find him.
Still trying to be a detective, are you, Miss Howard?
Get out of my way.
The man that we're looking for,
he might have a job that allows him to get close
to you boys and win your trust.
Tall fella. Facial tic.
3-story house, second floor.
Today.
We may be too late.
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Excuse me.
Joseph...
Where is he?
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,
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.
Clear the way, please.
Move along there.
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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.
You know, until yesterday,
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.
Any news?
John believes another boy may be missing.
And what about Laszlo?
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.
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...
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.
In small children, fractures can often affect...
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...
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.
I meant no offense, sir.
Nor I, Cyrus,
but I intend to walk.
Where was the body?
This is not 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.
Dr. Kreizler.
Detective Sergeant.
Dr. Kreizler. Good to see you, sir.
Much of the organic evidence was taken away for analysis.
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.
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?
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?
A chart of the city's sewage and water system.
the Feast of John the Baptist
is only 10 days away.
Water.
Intimate nature of so many other aspects.
Take him to a castle in the sky.
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.
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.
The murders are in service to some kind of
psychological gratification.
There you are, John.
Laszlo was just explaining the difference
between a common murderer and a multi-murderer.
Laszlo now, is it?
Please tell me you haven't come here
just to frighten my grandmother.
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.
Lovely day, isn't it?
Shall we say half-past 7 then?
You're dirtier than a savage.
She only loved me when she bathed me.
She washed me.
You deserve it.
So pretty.
Look at the little bird in its nest.
So pretty, I'm gonna snip it off.
You deserve it.
I love you so much.
I wanted to apologize.
I'm sorry if I was discourteous.
Thank you.
Okay.
John Schuyler Moore!
Jack Astor.
Rather underdressed, aren't you?
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.
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.
Come on!
Detective Sergeants.
Boy, easy, easy.
They're all out there tonight.
The guardians of the social order.
Box 16.
You meant it when you said certain "followers of your work."
Byrnes.
What did Mr. Moore tell you exactly?
That he and Dr. Kreizler would join us
just as soon as they could.
There's still time.
He's not taken his eyes off us.
Would you kindly see if there's anyone in the corridor?
There's no one.
Excellent.
Now, John. Let's go.
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?
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?
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.
Help! Help me!
Joseph. Joseph!
Help!
Joseph!
Joseph.
Is he all right?
Yes.
Thank God.
Joseph.
Joseph. It's me, John Moore.
Listen to me.
You're safe now.
You're safe.
Laszlo?
Japheth.
I could take your eyes...
but I want you to see.
Stay there.
I know who you are.
I know what's been done to you.
You don't know anything.
Nor does the child.
He had nothing to do with what your mother did to you!
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!
Looks like I walked in on a bloodbath...
and covered myself in glory.
A terrible bloodbath it is, too.
All these poor people dead.
And me...
just too late to save 'em from a madman.
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.
Japheth.
John.
John!
Damn it.
Joseph.
It's okay.
Can you hear me, Japheth?
What made you kill them?
Tell me why, Japheth.
Why?
Japheth.
Japheth. Japheth.
Japheth!
Tell me what happened with Captain Connor.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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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.
Ten hut!
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.
- To friendship. - To friendship.
Here's to you, here's to me.
May we never disagree.
But if we do, hell with you.
Here's to me.
- Cheers. - 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!
Come on now.
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.
John Moore, you just took my cab!
- He's there. - Thank you.
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I've always blamed my failings as an adult and
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 there were for my benefit.
You were simply preparing me for what you knew would be
a life of disappointment and pain.
But you were wrong.
I know that now.
I still believe we can be better than nature intended,
even if you can't.
You did the best you could.
Goodbye, Papi.
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