Eliza Graves Page #3

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You want me

to steal a horse?

Lower your voice.

No, not until you tell me

what's going on.

Do as I say.

Leave.

Now.

Eliza.

Eliza, please...

Mrs. Graves,

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean

to upset you.

Mrs. Graves, indeed,

then listen to me.

There's-There's something

I need to tell you.

Help us.

Please.

Get off me.

Help us!

Help us!

Help us.

We need food.

Please.

Please, help us.

Who are you, boy?

I-I'm a doctor.

Liar.

I've never set eyes on you.

Where are you from?

Upstairs.

Before that, you fool.

I'm from Oxford.

You listen to me,

and listen

carefully, boy.

You have got to help us

escape from these cages.

We're not mad.

We're not mad.

We're not mad.

We're not mad. Please.

Please help us.

Of course you're not.

You've got to help us.

I will, I will.

First thing in the morning,

I'll consult with Dr. Lamb.

Dr. Lamb?

Are you daft?

If he learns that you found us,

he'll slit your throat and ours.

You must get the keys.

Let us out.

Please, we're not mad.

All right.

You've got to help us.

I'll see to it

in the morning.

Let us out.

Newgate.

Edward Newgate.

How do you know

my name?

Your letter.

You remember, Benjamin?

It was weeks ago.

The young man who wrote

to us from Oxford.

I remember.

Newgate.

Your letter came

with the last mail delivery

before Lamb

overthrew us.

Overthrew you?

Yes.

Overthrew?

What is going on?

I am Marion Pike.

Matron.

Charles Swanwick.

Chief medical officer.

Nurse. William Paxton,

groundskeeper.

Dr. Benjamin Salt,

rightful Superintendent

of Stonehearst asylum.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

If you really are

the superintendent,

then that means

that Dr. Lamb is...

A lunatic demon

of the worst kind.

Oh, good God.

God.

What happened?

They put something

in our drink, Doc.

Chloral hydrate.

It's-It's a surgical anesthetic.

It's colorless

and odorless,

but lethal

in imprecise doses.

I lost four

doctors that night.

Three of my nurses died.

Poor creatures.

They'd been planning this for months.

Treacherous bastards.

Just biding their time

to slip us...

A Mickey Finn.

I don't believe...

They give us water,

a pittance of food.

But make no mistake,

Doctor, we are dying.

We are dying.

You could steal

the keys from Finn.

Ah?

Set us free.

They'd tear us apart before

we'd gone a hundred yards.

We'll take

our chances fighting.

In our condition,

against their numbers?

There are homicidal maniacs

upstairs with guns, Charles.

Look around you.

None of us are fit to fight.

Some of us are

too far gone already.

There's only

one solution.

It's you, Doctor.

You're our only chance. Please.

Run, boy.

The keys.

Run, boy.

Get to town.

Bring help.

Run.

The keys.

Run.

Run, boy.

Who is it, Eliza?

I'm frightened.

It's no one, dearest.

Just the Sandman.

Mrs. Graves.

Is he going to try

and make love to us?

Back to sleep.

Mrs. Graves, we must

leave here immediately.

You had your chance

to leave before.

I have found Salt and the others,

Mrs. Graves.

Do you realize what would've

happened if you'd been caught?

I have some idea.

You have no idea.

We can argue

about this later.

Right now I need you

to fetch your warmest coat

and meet me in the gazebo

in ten minutes.

We can steal a horse,

and if we're lucky

we can make it

to town and summon help.

Why would you presume I

would go anywhere with you?

Because I cannot...

I will not leave

without you.

I must go back to bed.

Listen to me.

The lunatics are

running this asylum.

Yes, and I am one of them.

What's this I see?

Evening rounds

are finished, Doctor.

I was just giving Dr. Newgate

directions back to his room.

Lost, is he?

Ah, yes,

embarrassingly so.

I was looking

for the staff library.

I must have made

a wrong turn.

Well, any event,

I know where I'm headed now,

so I'll bid you all

good night.

Thank you, Mrs. Graves.

Finn,

see the young doctor to his room.

My pleasure.

No, no.

Won't be necessary.

Oh, I insist. And I shall

expect you for morning rounds.

Half past eight.

Right.

Of course.

This way, Ted.

Does he suspect anything?

No.

We must endeavor to make

sure it stays that way.

Something is troubling you,

my dear.

This cannot last, Silas.

Eventually

we will be discovered.

The spring is coming.

People will come.

Visitors.

We cannot just

lock them out.

The only reason

any of us are here

is because the world

wanted to be rid of us.

We're embarrassments

to our family,

exiles to the human race.

We will not be discovered for the

simple reason that no one cares.

My husband does.

I promise you

you will always be safe

within these walls.

I'm afraid this

is all I could find.

Supplies upstairs

are running low.

I'll bring more

next time.

And some laudanum

for that cough of yours.

Bless you, Doctor.

It's men with guns we need,

not medicine.

That's not an option

anymore, Doctor.

After last night, Finn and his

goons are watching me like hawks.

I barely made it

here undetected.

Come back here.

Please mate, come on.

I could be wrong,

but Lamb strikes me as a man

who would rather see the ship

sink with everyone in it

than give up the helm.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

So,

even if we did steal away and find help,

God knows what would await

us when we returned.

We?

Well, me-me

and Mrs. Graves.

Eliza Graves?

Don't be a fool, man.

She's as mad as the lot of them.

No, no, I...

I don't believe she is.

Tell that

to her husband.

But make sure you speak into his good ear,

the one she didn't bite off.

The man is a monster.

She was right to defend herself.

Mrs. Pike, may I remind you on

which side of the bars you sit?

So, you cannot flee,

you cannot steal

Finn's keys.

What do you propose to do?

Huh?

Look, I came here

to study his methods.

Now, Lamb sees me

as his protg.

If I could just

maintain that-that trust,

you know,

understand the workings of his mind,

maybe I could

bring him to reason.

He killed five soldiers

in cold blood.

And do you think

you can outfox him, boy?

If you could just

give me his case file.

Long gone.

It's the first thing

he'd have destroyed.

Well then... well then,

I'd best be back before I'm missed.

In the medicine cabinet.

Behind the Scotch.

In his...

In-in my office.

He escaped once before

and he stole it, briefly.

I didn't want to give

him that pleasure again,

so I hid his casebook.

Right.

Doctor?

I want to warn you.

I do not know what

Lamb's plan is for us,

but I do know that if he believes

you could jeopardize it,

he will not hesitate

to slit your throat.

Deplorable conditions these,

but soon I mean to make a change.

And what better way

to bring in the new century

than by doing away

with this godforsaken ward

and all the backward

thinking it represents.

Right, Finn?

Right, then.

So, what do you hope to do

with the current residents?

Introduce them

to the general population.

You're not serious.

Keep a man in a cage and

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