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At Mary's funeral, Moore reads the poem "When I Am Dead, My Dearest" by Christina Rossetti. Everyone is ineffectively consoling Kreizler. Kreizler declares the investigation into the child killer is over. Doyle weaves a fanciful tale of how Mary's death occurred for the Isaacsons. Eventually, Marcus tries to attack him. Roosevelt confronts Byrnes at a bar full of his corrupt Irish cops. Sara convinces Moore to continue the investigation without Kreizler. She suggests finding Jacob Dury/John Beecham. Sara leases an old saloon to use as their headquarters. They have to find Beecham before the Feast of St. Barnabas in eight days, the next expected killing. They decide to check census records. Sara discovers Beecham was a census taker. The police drive the boy prostitutes into the streets. Beecham was fired from the Census Bureau after a complaint from a Jewish family that he was fraternizing with their underage daughter. They get Beecham's address from his employment application. They search the house, only to be startled by the little old lady who owns the place. She tells them Beecham moved out the previous Christmas. They find a dismembered cat under the floorboards in Beecham's room. Connor threatens Sara when she's locking up. Moore gives Joseph money so he can get off the street. Cyrus stalks Connor to kill him, but Connor's son interrupts his effort. Kreizler is haunted by memories of Mary. Beecham served as muscle for loan sharks, which is how he selects his victims. One loan sharks sends them to a bar where Beecham hangs out, and the bartender gives them Beecham's address.  Leaving a pool, Joseph finds that Max had stolen the money Moore gave him. In Beecham's room, they uncover massacre photos and a jar full of eyeballs. Beecham kills Max, then discovers the returned Joseph hiding in a locker.

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The Alienist
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9

The Alienist Season 1 Episode 9 Quotes

You are not alone in your sorrow, and there's no shame in grieving for those you love.

Roosevelt [to Kreizler]

"Haply I may remember, And haply may forget." -- Christina Rossetti

Moore