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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]