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[Dramatic music plays]

[Sirens wail]

This is Seven David Five,
responding to a 10-11,

149th and Cordova.

DISPAΤCH:
Copy that, Seven David Five.

[Residents shouting
in panicked Russian]

[Banging on door]

Open up, police!

[Banging]

Let's go! Open up!

[Locks rattle]

Ma'am, we've had some complaints
about the noise.

We want no trouble.

Then you don't mind
if we come in?

No.

[Yelps]

You folks want to tell me
what's going on?

We have trouble early tonight,
but no trouble now.

Please.... You go.

We have no trouble.

It's okay.

Ma'am, I'm going to enter this room.
Please, step aside.

Please....

Relax, it'll be fine.

Russo! We need backup!

Seven David Five,
requesting backup on that 10-11.

DISPAΤCH:
Copy that, Seven David Five.

Seven David Five EMT, stat.

[Radio dispatch chatter]

[Panting]

It's a kid.

RUSSO: Hey, kid, you okay?

It's okay. I'm just going
to come over here real slow,

and you're going to reach out
and grab my hand, okay?

No, come on, it's okay. You're okay.
Just reach out. Come on.

No, come on.
It's okay.

Come on, I need you
to just take my hand.

I said come here!

[Squelching]

Oh, God....

-Um, excuse me?
-Hey, is everything good?

Well, yeah, it's great.
It's delicious, but, um....

Is it the chef's night off?

Uh, actually, yeah.

Is something wrong?

No, no, it's just that the balsamic drizzle
is counter-clockwise

instead of clockwise.

Oh.

[Cell phone vibrates]

Not that it matters.
It's just that, uh.... Hold on.

May I?

Damn.

Thanks.

-It's part of the job.
-He's here.

You're too late, Zimmerman.

Yeah, I was at dinner.

-Well, we got our guy.
-No kidding?

Wow, that's great.
Really great.

Two of our own, huh?

-Do their families know?
-It's covered.

As long as I'm here,
you mind if I take a look around?

Sure, whatever.

[Music intensifies]

A lot of people
living in one apartment.

Five?

Four, including the third DB.
An old man.

Religious people.

[Sirens sound in the distance]

Ukrainian or Russian?

Russian.

-And just the one kid?
-No, no kids.

Hyperactive.

Fidgety.

These scratches are pretty fresh.

What the hell's he talking about?

Yeah, we got the shooter,
Zimmerman.

He's at the hospital
with one of our eyewitnesses.

Huh....

[Music intensifies]

Guy's a forensic shrink.
Thinks he's Sherlock Holmes.

I heard the agency
gave him the boot.

Yeah, now he's all ours.

Better go keep an eye on him.

Night sweats.

A lot of fear in the air.

Borscht, too, but....
Mainly fear.

Gee, maybe it has something to do
with the triple homicide.

No, I mean before that.

Deadbolt on the bedroom door.

It locks from the outside.

And these shades are never up,

but they're not trying to hide
their heritage.

-They're not illegals, right?
-That's right.

So what are they hiding?

What part of "we got the shooter"
don't you understand?

I'm thinking there was no shooting.

I don't need ballistics
to recognize the damage

of close-range small caliber,
and we got eyewitnesses.

Or weren't you listening
to that part?

Couple things don't jibe.
Multidirectional cast-off on the walls.

It's from a blunt implement,
maybe.

Five people
in one small apartment.

Space is precious,
but one drawer's empty?

I told you, four people.

Another drawer's got a comic book
hidden under the clothes.

-So what?
-Well, it's not as if it's porn.

Then there's, why were all four adults
sleeping in the living room?

No, something else is going on here
that we haven't accounted for.

And what the hell's that
supposed to mean?

I don't know.

[Ominous music plays]

Hey! Hey, kid!

Hey, wait a second!

[Motorcycle speeds by]

Whoa, hey!

This is getting weird.

[Groaning in pain]

Not the way I'd hoped we'd meet.

[WOMAN WHISPERS]: Will?
Stay where you are...

[Beast snarling, woman screams]

Mommy!

[Screaming]

Mommy!

[Screaming, beast snarling]

[Gasps]

[Whispering]

[Groans]

You okay, Sherlock?
We found you out cold.

-Yeah. A little bit sore.
-Let me guess.

You got decked
by a hyperactive kid.

No, somebody coming down the alley
clipped me and kept going.

Well, soon as you're up to it,

Cavanaugh wants
to see you upstairs.

Witness I.D.

I'll be a couple of hours.

CAVANAUGH: Yeah, we got our eyewitness
right here at the hospital.

Yeah, a Mrs. Lutrova,
daughter of vic number one.

Absolutely. By the book.
I'm looking at our guy right now.

Yes, sir. As soon as we get
a positive ID, I'll let you know.

Not a word to the press
without your say so, I understand.

Okay, bye.

WILL: Joe.

What the hell happened to you?

Car versus idiot.

-I was the, uh....
-Right, yeah.

Well, bad night all around,
I guess, huh?

Who's your man?

Vern Kovacs.

Apartment two floors
below our crime scene.

He's got a whole list
of priors there.

Just got paroled after doing a dime
for armed robbery, rape, and assault.

You'd think
he'd eliminate the witnesses.

I mean, after three,
what's the downside?

Come on. Chances are
he wasn't doing a lot of thinking.

-Do you have a motive?
-Yes, I do.

I'm trying to solve this case.

Mrs. Lutrova?
Come in.

Now, this is Dr. Zimmerman.

He is a forensic psychiatrist
attached to homicide.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Now, ma'am, do you see the man
who murdered your father

and those police officers tonight?

Now, take your time,

because we need you to be sure
about this, all right?

[Music intensifies]

[Screeching]

He is the one.

He killed them.

You're certain?

His face I could never forget.

Okay, all right.
Well, that's good for now.

Um, again, ma'am, my condolences
for your loss tonight.

Ma'am.

-Thank you, God.
-Joe, listen to me --

Just give me a second here.

Tracy, yeah, I need to talk
to the D.A.'s office right away.

Hey.

[Elevator dings]

Hey, Fets.

I need five minutes with her.

-Later, Doc, I'm taking her home.
-No, now.

Mrs. Lutrova, I realize that you've
been through a lot tonight,

but you and I both know
that you just lied in there.

Body language. Averting your gaze.
Hands to your face.

Rising vocal pitch.

You'd never seen that man before
in your life, had you?

I don't know what you say.

And you felt no guilt about it.

I do what's right.
You leave me alone now.

I was at your building tonight
when everything happened.

I saw a kid coming from your apartment.
Maybe 10 years old.

There is no boy. No.

I never said it was a boy.

Enough bad thing happen tonight.
You leave me alone now.

-Mrs. Lutrova, please --
-You stop. I go home.

-Fresh meat coming through!
-Subtle.

Russo, Albert and Birch, Lawrence.
Two cops. Bit it tonight uptown.

Yeah, we've been expecting them.
Put them in holding.

Got one more coming later.
EMS says it was a real butcher shop.

Aren't they all these days?

-Helen?
-Eleanor.

-They're in the cold room.
-Thank you.

-Lunch next week?
-Love to.

I'll call.

[Saw whirrs]

[Motorcycle rumbles]

[Train zooms by overhead]

[Train screeches from below]

[Squishy sounds]

[Music intensifies]

20 bucks?
I ain't giving it away, pal.

[Loud flash]

Ain't you a drink of water?

And I'm kind of thirsty.

Is that so?

I'm guessing you're looking
for a little action yourself.

In fact,
I am looking for something.

Perhaps you can help me.

English, right?

I've got a thing for the Brits.

So polite and all.

Well, this place,
it's rather strange.

A sanctuary, and it takes in
only the most unusual guests.

There's a big old place down
by the water, Grayson Street, I think.

I've heard all kinds of stories,
but I never put much stock in them.

I'll take you there, if you like,
but it'll cost you extra.

How very kind of you.

[Gasps in pain]

But I think I can find it
on my own.

[Music tempo speeds up]

WILL:
The woman is lying. I'm sure of it.

I don't know why we bother
interviewing eyewitnesses.

I mean, you could just come in
and you could work that voodoo crap

you've been working for the last
six months. It'd be great, right?

That's what you think
of behavioral science?

Two cops died tonight.

Now, we owe it to these guys
to do right by them.

Okay, okay, so what happens
when forensics comes back

and says those weren't
bullet holes in their foreheads?

Then Kovacs used
something else as a weapon.

It doesn't change anything.

So unless you've got something else,
something different....

[Sighs heavily]

I saw something tonight.

In the alley. It was a boy,
maybe 10 years old.

It looked like he was running
from the crime scene, so I followed him,

and I think the person who knocked
me down was following him, too.

Well, none of the witnesses
mentioned a boy.

I don't know. Something about him....
It was like....

He wasn't just scared. It was like
he was in the grip of something.

Right.

So we have eyewitnesses,
a suspect with priors,

but you, you like a 10-year-old kid
as the shooter?

-No.
-Is that right?

I'm just saying,
if you find the kid,

then you'll know how
those three men died tonight.

-Go home.
-Why don't you want to hear this?

Because this is....

Because this is exactly
the same kind of B.S.

that got you bounced
from the agency.

Now, I were you, I would just
back the hell off.

The detective is right,
by the way.

Excuse me?

He can't use
anything you gave him.

-Do I know you?
-How's your head?

Wait....

-You ran me over.
-You got in the way.

-Of what?
-My pursuit of the boy.

The police have the wrong man.

The evidence will bear it out

if they don't suppress it
for a quick conviction.

But the boy is indeed real,
and he needs our help.

Who are you?

Let's just say I'm someone
who's chosen to embrace

the full spectrum of our reality.

There are things in this city --
in this world --

that no one wants
to admit are real.

Okay, you're creeping me out now.

Dr. Zimmerman,

have you ever asked yourself
why you lost your job at the agency?

That's impressive.

-What did you do, Google me?
-Your theories were controversial.

You were headstrong.

Your so-called failures
were really theirs.

They failed to keep up
with your insights --

Lady, I'm getting soaked here.
What do you want?

You, Dr. Zimmerman.

As I see it,
you have two choices.

You can go back to a life

where you're unheard
and unappreciated, or...

...you can squarely face the truth

you've been seeking
since you were a child.

We both know you caught
a glimpse of that truth tonight.

Don't turn away.

Who are you?

I have a proposal.

All I ask is for a little
of your time.

Thanks, but....

If you're looking for resumes,
why don't you try monster.com?

I already have a job.

Hmm....

[Ominous music plays]

[Train approaches]

[Startled]

-God, don't do that.
-You know I still have a key.

Yeah, and you know how I love
these surprise visits.

What are you doing here, Meg?

I heard a couple cops got killed
at the precinct tonight.

You okay?

The usual.
Eating badly, sleeping worse.

[Pops beer can open]

You?

Just, you know....
Wanted to see if you were all right.

And get the rest of my stuff.

Is that everything?

If you find my hair straightener,
you can bring it by the ICU.

Hair straightener. Got it.

It's kind of like returning
a high school ring or something.

And the last two years of our lives
come down to a punch line.

That wasn't....
Look, let's not do this, okay?

I can't go 10 rounds tonight.
I just don't have it in me.

They still riding you at work?

Nothing I can't handle.

Don't take this the wrong way, Will,
but you invite the ridicule.

-Did you get the same invitation?
-That's not fair.

Come on, Meg, you always
thought I was a wackjob, too.

Look, whatever it is that finally
helps you sleep at night...

...I hope you find it.

-Good-bye, Will.
-Meg....

[Sighs heavily]

[Wincing]

[Music intensifies]

Good evening.

Hi.

So what made you
decide to call?

You said
you were pursuing the boy.

-Indeed.
-Why?

I suspect you know why.

Uh, no. Honestly, I don't.

Ah!

Well, then, this will be
a very illuminating evening.

[Loud flash]

[Loud flash]

[Otherworldly chatter]

[Loud flash]

[Coughing]

[Laughs]

Would you like a cup of tea,
Dr. Zimmerman?

Or perhaps something stronger?

Uh, no. No, thanks.
I'm good.

You no doubt have questions
about this place.

Just one. How come there's
no organ music?

I'm glad to see you maintain
a healthy sense of humor.

Yeah, well, it's invaluable
in police work.

Nothing brightens up a murder scene
like the right zinger.

Levity helps keep
far more insidious things at bay.

The boy you saw.

He's very special,
or so I was led to believe

by people I've come to rely on
for such information.

-Did he kill those men?
-Yes and no.

Not the boy, per se.

If the boy did do it,

and you have knowledge
either way, I need to know.

And if the answers I provide
pose even greater questions?

-I'm willing to take that chance.
-Are you certain about that?

You know what?

Next time that you just
want some company,

don't give your card out
to strangers on the street.

By the time the night is out, I expect
to have the boy in my custody.

Until then,
I hope you'll understand,

but I'm reluctant to speculate
on his guilt or innocence.

But you're saying
that you can find him?

I believe so, and when I do,
I could use your help.

Really?

For what?

You call this place a sanctuary.
For whom?

Or "what."

[Chuckles ruefully]

Ah, you know what?
This was a really bad idea.

I'm very sorry
to have wasted your time,

and I'm even sorrier
that you've wasted mine.

Your instincts told you
that the boy was anything but normal.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Inside these walls are beings

that make his qualities
pale by comparison.

"Sanctuary for all."
It's not an empty motto.

Damn sector gives me
the willies, man.

No one likes working
under Old City. Place is toxic.

Rent's cheap, though.

Hold it.

What the hell
you doing down here, kid?

Look, wherever you ran from,
this place is worse, okay?

So let's go.

-Wasn't a request, kid.
-Wouldn't do that if I were you.

[Grunts and gasps]

Peachy.

WILL: So you're a doctor
of what, exactly?

The specific discipline
depends entirely on the patient.

Do you have anything
for chronic insomnia?

Fair warning, Dr. Zimmerman.

You're about to leave
the world you know behind.

I'll take that as a no.

This way.

I specialize mainly in cryptozoology
and xenobiology.

Teratology, too,
when the need arises.

"Teratology"?
What the hell is that?

Welcome to the Sanctuary.

[Music plays that conveys
wonder and amazement]

[Growling and shrieking
echo all around]

Please.

A mermaid?

-You've gotta be kidding me.
-Teratology.

From the Greek "teratos," meaning
"deformity". "Hideous creature."

"Unknown being."

How is this even possible?

[Hissing]

He's a little frightened
of strangers.

He's frightened?
What the hell is that?

His classification is
of less importance

than the simple reality
of his existence.

I discovered him after
his natural habitat was destroyed

by a South American
mining operation.

Sadly, he may be
the last of his species.

Oh, my God!

Whoa!

Come, now, don't be shy.

Elemental powers
can be very difficult to control,

but we have been
making progress.

The purpose of the Sanctuary
is to find and help

the unfortunate creatures
of this world.

Some need saving.

Others can't be allowed
to roam free. Case in point.

New guy! New guy!

Welcome!

Watch your back!

Stop it, both of you!

I apologize.
They're incorrigible.

Nature is nothing if not diverse.

The patients on this level
are kept in cells

mainly for their own well-being.

For others,
it's a refuge of last resort.

What, you mean some come here,
what, voluntarily?

-Does that mean that others are....?
-Running free? Absolutely.

This isn't a zoo
and it's certainly not a prison.

Yeah, but some of these things,
they look dangerous as hell.

We have a dual obligation.

To study the miraculous
and to protect against the perilous.

Yeah, but....

The dangerous ones.

What's the point
of even keeping them?

Every creature
expands our knowledge.

We learn from the deadly
as well as the benign.

How many more are there?

Hmm....

Many.

So I'm guessing few people
have seen what I've just seen.

Very few.

How do you keep
a secret this big?

Very carefully.

The survival of my patients
depends on it.

Please.

Whoa!

It's all right. It's all right.

[Grunts]

He's just as unnerved by you.

He's been relatively isolated
since I first treated him.

Thank you.

I, uh.... No.

[Breathing hard]

That thing is your patient?

Former patient, actually.

After I removed more
than a few bullets from him,

he refused to leave.

So I gave him a position
on my staff.

I'm not sure he'd appreciate
you calling him a "thing."

[Sighs]

Why me?

Because, Dr. Zimmerman,

I believe there's a vital role
for you to play here.

By helping you
capture monsters?

We prefer to call them
"abnormals."

The most important thing

is that my patients have a place
where they can feel safe.

Where we can help them,
learn from them.

My head's kind of doing
the backstroke.

Are you offering me a job here?

I'm offering you a chance to explore
a world that you've been trying

to understand on your own,
with very little success.

[Chuckles ruefully]

You find my offer amusing?

-No, it's not that. It's just --
-You're afraid.

You work with monsters.

I work with sentient beings,
each worthy of the same respect

that humans, even animals,
receive automatically.

These creatures are the key
to the evolution of our race,

past and future, and yet
we revile them, destroy them.

And worst of all,
pretend they don't even exist.

But they are out there,
Dr. Zimmerman.

Lost, like the child
you saw tonight.

Misunderstood, hunted.
And they need our help. Your help.

I still don't understand
why you would come to me.

Because I need someone
who can see beyond the surface,

see the world as it really is.

I profile criminals, not monsters.

[Laughs]

You can't see the irony
in that statement?

You know what I mean.

You're a student
of the human animal.

You see things, you read things
in behavior, that I believe

cut across the variations
of outward form.

Where others see stubbornness
and failure, I see great potential.

Good doctors come and go,

but the great ones
have always seen

beyond the boundaries of science,
beyond the known.

The great ones dare to believe
in the unbelievable.

[Cell phone rings]

[Sighs]

We've found our boy.

[Groans]

[Police radio chatter]

What happened to those guys?
The boy again?

Seeing as they're alive,
I doubt it. I have my theories.

What I still don't understand is,

who tipped you off
that the boy was down here?

I did.

I've been tracking
the little dweeb all night.

-Who the hell are you?
-Who the hell are you?

-You said you had him.
-I did, until the circus arrived.

Still, roughing up two policemen.

They were going to get
themselves killed.

Uh, guys?

It's okay.

[Squelching]

[Gasps]

Don't! We need him alive!

We want to help you.
Do you understand me?

We're not going to hurt you,
I promise.

That's it.

[Shouts]

Hey, hey, hey!
Over here.

Over here. Yeah, that's it.
That's it. Nice and easy.

Any time.

[Shoots dart]

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

This chaos was
completely avoidable.

These tunnels reek
and I need a bath.

-I don't need a lecture.
-Seriously, who are you?

Dr. Zimmerman, this is Ashley.

My daughter.

ASHLEY: I get it, all right?

Ow! Mom, take it easy.

All I'm saying is that we could have
better coordinated our efforts.

Again, we got the ghoul, okay?
Take a pill.

I apologize for Ashley's
unruly behavior, Dr. Zimmerman.

What she lacks in refinement,

I assure you she makes up for
in her field skills.

-Really?
-Somebody saved your life tonight.

-Oh, wait! That was me.
-Hold still.

So I take it you guys, uh,
do this a lot?

Oh, this is nothing.

Hey, Mom, do you remember
the summer I turned 18?

We did an entire den
of werewolves.

You know,
as in bag and capture?

Sedate and catalogue?

It wasn't just me.
Mom was there, too.

And a few nervous locals.

One who seriously looked
like Adrien Brody.

Ashley....

Mom, you thought
he was hot, too.

Dr. Zimmerman is our guest.

Please bear that in mind
as you blather away.

Anyway, we were low on silver tips,
full moon's on the rise --

You're making this up.

-You got the tour, right?
-Yeah, but....

There we are, darling.
Good as new.

Thank you.

Hate to bleed and run,
but I got to be on the Eastside in 20.

For what reason?

Sylvio has some fabulous
new product for me.

Top of the Line Kevlar, prototype
hollow-points, digital fuses....

Actually, I'd prefer it
if you stayed in this evening.

What do you mean? Why?

There's been some fluctuations
in the EM shield.

I'm sure it's nothing,
but just to be on the safe side.

ASHLEY:
But this won't take an hour.

And I promise
I'll grind him down on the price.

We buy in bulk, we save a ton.

We're Sylvio's best customers.

His amazing deals aren't
going anywhere, believe me.

It's been a long night, Ashley.
Please.

Mom, come on, I'm just --

Okay, Facebook it is.

Nice to meet you.
Uh, keep the ice going.

So she's your daughter?

What, did you have her
when you were, like, 12?

Very flattering.

Adopted?

The details are unimportant.

Ashley is my flesh and blood
and she plays a vital role in my work.

She bags them, you tag them.

Something like that, but I find
it's what happens afterwards

that matters the most.

WILL: What is that?

HELEN: Massive genetic mutation,
creating a symbiotic appendage.

Well, whatever it is,

it helped him clear 20 feet
across an alley earlier tonight.

Probably its most benign use.

Such imperfect children
are often adopted

by well-meaning
immigrant families.

Some are blind. Others have
deformities, mental illness.

I'm sure he seemed perfectly normal
in his photograph,

if they even saw one.

What do you intend
to do with him?

I'll determine
his physiological treatment.

But we have no hope of truly
helping him until we gain his trust.

Wait....

Is this why....?

[Laughs]

No.

There's nothing in my training

that even begins to apply
to a patient like this.

Your training can't help you here
as much as your intuition can.

This is insane.
I can't do this.

What's more terrifying
to you, Dr. Zimmerman?

That frightened,
confused boy down there,

or the possibility that you lack
the courage to help him?

Tell me, what do you see
when you look at him?

[Sighs]

Body language is...

...agitated.

Though he's given us no trouble
since he woke up.

In fact, the only hostile thing
in that room is that...

...thing.

Then see beyond it.
See the boy.

If you can do that,
then you can help him.

If not, then so be it.

I'll simply admit
that I was wrong about you.

I'll leave it to you.

[End credits music plays]