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he'll behave like an animal.

Give him his freedom and

he'll remember his humanity.

And that's your plan, is it,

to create an enlightened society?

Do I sense skepticism

in your question, Doctor?

No, not at all.

I suppose I'm just curious to know

if you think there are any individuals

whose crimes are so heinous

they justify imprisonment.

Sadists... who find

gratification

in the debasement

of others.

And those cowards who would send

younger men to their deaths

in battles they

themselves would avoid.

Except for these,

I believe all men can be rehabilitated

often by the simple act of

having their dignity restored.

Who-who's down there?

The Ogre of Oxbridge.

The Ogre of what?

Stage name.

His family sold him off to a

side show when he was a child.

He injured his hand a few days

ago whilst attacking a nurse.

Would you be so kind as to

change the dressing, Doctor?

You expect me

to go down there?

You came here for clinical experience,

did you not?

Yes, of course.

Well, two grains of opium,

I should think, will do the trick.

Don't need that.

What do you expect me to do,

sing him a lullaby?

Use these.

The asylum doctor's

greatest ally.

Look out

for the piss bucket.

Hello?

Now listen here.

I don't mean to harm you,

Mr. Ogre.

I just want

to see your hand.

Oh, good God.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Lamb, please help.

Eyes, Newgate.

Eyes.

Arthur.

Arthur.

Arthur, please.

P-Please, Arthur.

Arthur.

Arthur.

Forgive me, Arthur.

May I call you Arthur?

Can I?

I-I didn't mean to enter

without permission.

I meant no offense.

I'm Dr. Newgate.

But you

can call me Edward.

It's all right.

Eddard?

That's right, Edward.

Eddard.

Now, Arthur,

let's, let's have a look at that hand,

shall we?

It's okay.

All right.

That's it, Arthur.

Bravo, Doctor.

Bravo.

Can you take your trousers off,

please?

No, no.

It's, uh, it's my shoulder.

Please?

I will do that, Millie.

You may return

to your duties.

But I want to.

Leave us.

Sit down.

Bare your shoulder.

Stubborn fool.

Why didn't you listen?

You could've left

when you had the chance.

I didn't know then

what I do now, Eliza.

Don't call me that.

Mrs. Graves,

you have to understand,

you are

in danger here.

I can assure you

I am not.

Give me your hand.

And what of those

down below?

What about them?

Mrs. Pike

and the women,

are they suffering

terribly?

Yes, all of them are.

You could go down

there yourself.

Or are you afraid that what you'll

see will weaken your loyalty to Lamb?

You have no idea what it

was like here before.

What monsters Salt

and his men were.

How we were stripped bare

and subjected to examinations

of the most disgusting,

intimate nature.

Strapped to tables,

given drugs to dull our senses,

and doused with ice-cold water

and made to suffer a thousand other

indignities too horrible to mention.

But you couldn't

possibly understand.

I can.

I-I can.

I can.

I can.

I know what cruelty is,

Mrs. Graves.

I-I know.

And I give you my word

that you will never again have

to suffer the way that you have.

Never.

Why do you care so much

what happens to me?

Because

the very thought of you

locked away in this madhouse

is abhorrent to everything

that I believe,

as a doctor

and... and as a man.

Excuse me.

For Christ's sake, Swanwick,

will you give it up?

We have as much chance

of escaping that way

as a man clawing his way

out of his own grave.

Maybe so, but at least it won't say on

my gravestone what it'll say on yours.

"He died like a dog

in the dark."

You done it.

You done it.

Get to town.

Quick. Hurry.

Get help.

Hurry.

I still don't get

why he's walking around.

He should be down

in a cage with the others.

I cannot continue to run this

bloody asylum on my own.

I need an assistant.

I thought that was me.

With medical training.

How hard can it be

to play a doctor?

"Turn your head

and cough."

"Bend over, young lady,

while I take a little look at you."

Your talents are better

suited to other duties.

Like making sure the dipsomaniacs

keep the bloody boilers stoked.

Bloody icebox in here.

What's he got on you?

What are you

talking about?

You haven't been the same

since he showed up.

I suppose I feel a certain

sense of duty towards him.

He has the makings

of a fine asylum doctor.

Reminds me of myself,

a... headstrong, idealistic.

Ah.

Fetch another,

would you?

I sense a kindred

spirit in him.

I believe he may understand what

I'm trying to accomplish here.

Yeah, well,

how understanding is he going to be

if he discovers Salt

and all them others?

Come the New Year,

that won't matter any longer.

There'll be nothing

to discover.

I tell you,

I don't trust that little gutterfuck.

He's up to something.

Perhaps I'm wrong

about him,

but he's taken a keen

interest in our Lady Graves.

He won't be raising

any alarms

unless he has her

on his side.

And that I can assure you

will never happen.

Someone's escaped.

Oi.

Hai!

Here. Here.

Here.

If they reach town,

it's the end of us.

They won't.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, Lord, no.

No.

Now, now, gentlemen.

You get back.

You bastards.

Back.

Get back.

There's no need

for tears.

You have my word

you won't be harmed.

Is that what you said

to your mother and sister

before you slashed

their throats? Hm?

Aye, Mr. Swan.

But your methods

have cured my madness.

I'm a peaceful man now.

I am.

A veritable... lamb.

No!

It's a sad

and shameful thing that.

Come now, Mr. Swanwick.

Let's get inside before

we all catch our deaths.

Oh, dear.

One of them threw themselves

from Stag's Leap.

And this one came

at me like a banshee.

The horse spooked, reared up and

kicked the old pecker in the nut.

Fell down stone dead.

Suicidal tendencies are not uncommon

amongst the seriously deranged.

As we know.

Finn.

See that the body is buried.

Aye.

Dr. Lamb.

Did he stab himself

in the back as well?

He must have landed

on something when he fell.

Something sharp.

Pity.

No, you can't just

walk away from this.

From what, dear boy?

Sir, if you would only just

examine the body yourself.

I am not a coroner.

Nor are you.

Dr. Lamb, this man

has clearly been...

Killed by a horse.

I have an asylum to run.

And you I believe, Doctor,

have patients to attend to.

This is madness.

What did you say?

I said this is madness.

Madness.

Madness, you say?

How dare you accuse me of madness

in front of my own staff?

I didn't accuse you

of anything.

Two patients

are dead, Newgate,

because you were not doing your

duty and watching over them.

Silas.

Where were you, Newgate,

when these two

fellows escaped?

How many more must die

because of your negligence?

Silas!

Nurse,

I think we'd better get ourselves inside.

March 1st, 1891.

This enigma called Silas Lamb

continues to mystify me.

Silas remains mute about his

years as a military surgeon,

the war,

and most of all,

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