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[ machinery clanking ]

[ speaks
native language ]

[ groaning ]

[ speaking
native language ]

I won't-- I won't
forget your kindness.

[ speaking
native language ]

I lived there once,

long time ago.

[ speaking
native language ]

[ footsteps ]

Go.

[ shouting in
native language ]

[ shouting in
native language ]

[ yells ]

[ speaking
native language ]

[ bones crack ]

[ ship's horn blows ]

[ music playing ]

[ children chattering ]

[ radio playing
pop music ]

[ tires screech ]

♪ Those little words
I got to say... ♪

[ police dispatch chatter ]

♪ Got you looking my way

♪ Hold on tight

♪ It's like nothing today

♪ What you say?

♪ I'm back in love again

♪ I don't,
don't know why. ♪

[ laughs ]

Donuts, Michael?
You kill me!

Mmm. So I'm
a walking cliché.

Is that what
I think it is?

Maple-glazed buttermilk.

You'll enjoy
the regular glazed.

Okay,

actually,
I'd enjoy it better

if you eased off the gas.
What's the rush?

They found number three.

How do you know
it's the same perp?

Sure looks like
his signature.

He cut out a liver?
A kidney?

This time,
it was the heart.

Hmm.

[ tires screech ]

Oh, God.

[ police siren blaring ]

[ squeaking ]

Hello?

Is anybody there?

[ squeaks ]

[ sniffing ]

[ wood squeaks ]

Who the heck are you?

I'm here for Ben.

Ben's dead.

A mugging.

He got shot.

Anyway, you missed him
by a week.

Woman:
In the old days,

face like yours
was worth gold
in the freak shows.

You must be Deucalion.

I've had many names.

That's what Ben
called you.

Said you were one
of his top draws.

They called me...

"The Monster."

[ police siren blares ]

[ police dispatch chatter ]

Man:
...everything
you got?

Oh, great.

Radio:
Unit 16,
responding code 3.

Ah, jeez.

Radio:
Unit 4, responding code 3.

Man:
Look at all
these pillars.

Second man:
20 yards away from...

Detective Harker.

Frye.

You're up early.

Well, we were
in the area.

We got the call.

No, this is
our case.

Yeah, last week's
liver bandit

is this week's
thief of hearts.

There's no connection,
Sloane.

There will be.
Did you ID the victim yet?

Yeah. Robert
Vincent Allwyne,

library's
night security man.

[ sighs ]

Excuse me.

Radio:
Unit 52, code 12.

[ investigators
talking indistinctly ]

[ camera snapping ]

Man:
Yeah, that's a big problem.

Uh-huh.

Carson.

They're saying the killer
had some skill.

He cracked the breastplate,

extracted the heart
with precision.

Then he travels
with tools, right?

Should be his Indian name.

I don't want to give
Harker and Frye
any more ammo,

but, Carson,
the body's behind you.

Did you see the books?

Yeah. Must have been
a hell of a struggle.

- No signs of a struggle.
- Yeah?

Tell that to the dude
without a heart.

The guard's gun
is still holstered.

Some of these books are
stacked pretty neatly.

Check this out.
The book was open

to this page when
the killing occurred.

So, what,
the killer kicked back,

read a chapter or two
after he diced the guy out?

What is that, anyway?

"Aberrant Psychology."
A self-help book?

Harker:
You found something?

Just enough to make me
sure I'm right.

What might that be?

Read it
in our report,

or are you still
hooked on phonics?

Michael:
Uh-oh. Ahem.

- Who found the body?
- Frye: Librarian.

Nancy Whistler.
She's--

[ chuckles ]

she's in the can.

Apparently
she won't come out.

[ toilet flushing ]

I'm Detective O'Connor.
Detective Sloane.

You all right?

Every time
I think I just
can't puke again,

I do.

[ whispers ]
Love this job.

You were the first
to enter the library
this morning?

You sure the place
was locked up?

I'm sure.
God, he was such a toad,

but he didn't
deserve that.

Bobby Allwyne, the guard,

he was a creep.

But why would someone
take his heart?

I don't know.
Souvenir,

sexual gratification,
dinner.

[ groans ]

Nice.

What?

[ toilet flushes ]

[ pop music playing ]

Michael:
Bobby Allwyne...

room 301.

Did you call the super,
get the keys?

I got my lockpick.

Okay.
Well, how about a warrant?

You can't
violate the rights
of a dead guy.

Yeah.
No, I guess that's true.

[ cat meows ]

[ cats meowing ]

Carson:
Lacks a feminine touch.

Shabby Goth.

[ screeches ]

I'm fine.

Yeah?

I'm okay.

[ meows ]

Looks like the victim's
crazier than the killer.

Uh, Carson?

You're going
to want to take
a little look at this.

[ wood creaks ]

Ben told me
one day you'd come.

Here.

He wanted you
to have this.

Helios.

Do you know who he is,

this man Helios?

[ gasps ]

[ thunder crashing ]

[ inhales ]

Do you know
what I am?

I know what Ben
thought you were.

And do you know
why I've come?

To kill that man?

[ grunts ]

[ birds chirping ]

[ classical music playing ]

There are fingerprints
on some of these glasses.

Too much greenery.
Emphasize the blooms.

I didn't arrange
the lilies, sir.

Mrs. Helios preferred
to do it herself.

You do them, but don't
say anything to my wife.

She'll learn.

You can't improve
on perfection.

That's sweet.

I like
looking nice for you.

Then wash
most of that off.

Let your natural beauty
shine through.

The guests won't
look ridiculous.

Neither should you.

Diamonds would be
a better choice.

Your standards are...

...so high.

That's why I made you...

...my wife.

Harker:
Yo, O'Connor.

I feel for you,
O'Connor. I do.

I'm your best friend.

I think it's karma
that brought us together.
Don't you, Harker?

You're going
to make a report?

Wouldn't be doing
my homework if I didn't.

Too bad Allwyne

wasn't one
of The Surgeon's
victims, huh?

Really? Based on what?

Well, the other two

were abducted
from their homes,
bound, and gagged.

Allwyne was
just laying there

like he wanted
to be butchered.

Assisted suicide.

[ laughs ]
With a little twist.

I bet any day now,

we're going
to find some nutty Goth

with a bloody scalpel
in his hand

and a heart
in his back pocket.

You know,
I was a Goth in high school,

and I take offense
to that comment.

I'm just trying
to be helpful.

The guy was suicidal.

This is not your case.

Come on.

Razor blades
and black rooms.
The guy had a death wish.

You searched
Allwyne's apartment?

Don't piggyback my case.

I'm just trying
to cover your ass.

You mean my nice ass?

[ elevator dings ]

[ playing chamber music ]

[ overlapping
conversations ]

Biotechnology
is a tool,

nothing more.

One man's tool
is another man's weapon.

Precisely. A gun
can save a life
or take one.

Depends on the man
who uses it.

And then the argument
becomes which man
gets the power.

It's the ability
to manipulate our genome.

That power
should be in the hands

of those with vision,

a vision for the future.

And that's exactly
what disturbs me, Doctor.

The flowers are perfect.

- Sorry, Victor.
- We'll discuss it later.

- Can't we just--
- Not now.

So, Father,

what do you make
of all this,

this stem-cell research
and this cloning, hmm?

I've been fortunate
to be a guest

at this table
for quite a while,

and I have learned
over the years

that nobody really
wants to have dinner

with a disagreeable
old priest.

[ laughs ]

Therefore, I agree
with Dr. Helios,

whatever he says.

Well, I stand corrected.

- Cheers.
- Man: Cheers.

[ static buzzing ]

[ pounding ]

Damn thing.

We should get cable.

The mutilated body
of a 35-year-old man

was discovered this morning
at the central library.

Police are investigating
whether this may be
the third victim

of a serial killer
known as The Surgeon.

Two other recent murders
have been attributed
to this killer,

whose signature seems
the removal of body parts
and internal organs

with surgical precision,
apparently.

Last night's slaying

is similar
to other Surgeon murders,

though police are only
providing sketchy details.

[ gasping ]

I'm sorry, Victor.

It's not your fault.

I don't excite you.

Usually, yes.

Tonight, no.

I'm going on
to the hospital.

I am in...

a creative mood.

Victor...

I want
to please you...

more than anything.

But sometimes
I just don't know
what you want.

Perfection.

The M.E. should be
about done.

I want to hit
the morgue tonight.

Right.

Hey, look, why don't
we blow off the morgue?

Look, between the department
and your brother,

you don't sleep.

So which isn't important,

my job or my brother?

I just think you
should take a break

once in a while.

The Surgeon's
not taking a break.

Hey, even psychotic killers

take the occasional nap,
you know,

go see a movie.

[ cellphone rings ]

Sloane.

Oh, really?

We'll be right there.

[ engine starts ]

The M.E.'s done
with Allwyne's body,

says he found something,

says we have to see it
to believe it.

Man, my drink!

[ chittering ]

[ Klaxon blaring,
phone ringing ]

Yes?

[ monitor beeping ]

Something's
happening to me.

Who is this?

I want an explanation.

- Are you one of mine?
- Yes.

Please help me.
I'm very scared.

I've begun to change.

What do you mean,
change?

Something inside.

I can feel it.
There's something there.

Come to me.

I'll give you...

whatever guidance
you need.

I've killed three men.

The third
is one of yours.

You watch the news?

[ dial tone hums ]

[ line rings ]

Gentlemen,
I need your assistance.

[ siren blaring ]

So, Jack, what do
you have for us?

First I found
a cavity.

Something
had been removed.

I'm thinking
cyst or tumor.

Then I find its own
ascending aorta,

vena cava,
epicardium,

clearly
in working order.

[ sighs ] Jack,
we've seen the body.

We know the heart
was removed.

Hearts.

Hearts?
As in plural?

So Bobby Allwyne had
some kind of birth defect?

Not a defect.

This is different.

If anything, it gave him
increased circulation,

a resistance
to thrombosis or angina.

There's more.

I borrowed
a densitometer
from County

and ran a bone
mineral content.

He's got
a calcium index

10 times higher
than normal.

Meaning?

His bones
are like concrete.

He also has
30% more lymph nodes
than your average male,

an abnormally large spleen,
four extra molars,

a third frontal sinus,
and two organs--

I don't even know
what they are.

Okay, Jackie, I want you
to do me a favor, pal.

Touch your nose
with your forefingers.

I haven't
been drinking.

Let me get this
straight, Jack.

Bobby Allwyne wasn't
a freak of nature,

he was better
than nature?

These anomalies
are advances,

advantages,

evolution.

I should have a report
for you tomorrow noon.

I just wanted to
give you some idea

what you
stumbled onto.

Yeah. Okay.

Ahem.

What the hell
have we stumbled onto?

There's some
connection here, Michael.

Bobby Allwyne's
psychology,

you know, his body,
the killer...

Okay, so what
are you saying?

That The Surgeon
somehow knew

that Allwyne was some kind
of Ripley's freak?

Just because
it sounds crazy
doesn't mean it's not true.

Okay.

This is fun and stuff,

but now can we
call it a night?

Yeah. Let me stop by
and see Anthony first.

[ R&B music playing ]

Smells good.

- He ate his dinner.
- Oh, good.

But I made
carrots and peas.

Carson: Ahh!

Never green and orange
together, Vickey.

Vickey:
He has so many rules.

How can I
remember 'em all?

Yeah.

That's fit
for King Arthur

and all the Knights
of the Round Table,
Anthony.

Good work.

Still hungry, Anthony?

Want me to make you
a sandwich?

You okay?

Are you afraid
of something?

I wish you could
tell me what it is.

Why don't you
just ask her?

Ahem. Huh?

Carson,
for a drink or dinner.

[ laughs ]
I don't know what
you're talking about.

You know, the thing is,
I'd probably--

probably really
miss kicking ass and
busting heads together.

Well, maybe that's
just the way you two
relate the best.

There's
a depressing thought.

We're going to be late.

- Vickey: I figured as much.
- Let me guess.

We're going back
to Allwyne's apartment?

Let's just say
I want to spend
some quality time there.

Get in touch with
your inner psychic?

Yeah, something
like that.

I'll drop you off?
Night, Vickey.

[ clears throat ]

Can I get a to-go cup?

Give me that.

Shoo.

[ bird warbles ]

Hey, you know,
I think the nanny's
kind of into me.

[ laughs ]
Really? Why?

You can just tell
she digs cops.

Victor:
How do you sleep?

Do you dream?

Not often.

Sometimes I have
a nightmare.

A pity.

Perhaps that
can be rectified
in the future.

Patrick,
one of my people

is having a serious
crisis of mind.

I don't know
who he is.

He's afraid
to come to me.

Perhaps not afraid.

Maybe he's ashamed,

ashamed
that he's failed you.

[ chuckles ]

Search the city.

Spread the word
among my people.

Maybe they've seen
one of their kind
behaving oddly.

If he runs,
kill him.

Do you know...

how he can be killed?

I'd prefer
to have him alive,

but at least
I need his body

to study.

Bring him to me
at the Hands of Mercy.

God bless you, Patrick.

That was a joke.

Hello?

[ footstep ]

Go on.
Move into the light.

You're Detective O'Connor?

How did you
get in here?

I go where I want.

In 200 years,
I've learned a lot
about locks.

The man who lived here
was in despair.

I recognize his pain.

So you're telling me
you knew Bobby Allwyne?

He's like me,
not made of God.

Yeah, right.

He wanted to kill himself,
but couldn't take
his own life.

We're not designed to.

Are you telling me
you helped him?

I can help you.

I recognize
his killer's pain as well.

Spread your arms.

On your knees.

I bow to no one.

I wasn't asking.

Will you shoot me
in the heart?

You'll need two bullets.

What are you doing?

Showing you the truth.

Your real enemy
is not the killer.

It's his maker
and mine, too.

I was created
with bodies salvaged

from a prison graveyard--

one heart from a thief,

one from a crazed killer,

hands from a strangler,

eyes from an axe murderer,

my life force
from a thunderstorm.

[ electricity crackling ]

[ grunting ]

[ crystals jingling ]

[ heart beating ]

[ police siren blaring ]

[ heartbeat stops ]

[ crickets chirping ]

[ knock on door ]

This is your home,
not your office.

That matters, right?

Carson, it's 3:00 A.M.,
so this is...

- I know. I know.
- ...my home.

I need someone to talk to
unofficially, off-duty.

I'm your friend first.
You know that.
What happened?

Have you ever
seen a ghost?

You thought
he might be a suspect
in the Allwyne case?

Yes.

What changed your mind?

[ sighs ]

Just a feeling,
really.

And this man,
he did what?

I don't want
to sound crazy,

especially to a police
psychiatrist,

but for the first time
in my life,

I feel like
I don't know what
I'm standing on

or what I'm
supposed to think.

Just tell me
what happened.

He took some bare wires.

It looked like he was going
to electrocute himself.

Did he?

Not exactly.

But you thought

that he might
hurt himself or you.

Yes.

That's it?

Well, I think you were
right the first time.

Say this man is a suspect.

Say he's
The Surgeon himself

and you have him
at gunpoint.

The man you described,

enigmatic, mysterious,

you know, like a ghost,
he's just suddenly there.

You think
it was a trick?

How else do you
survive 120 volts?

What happened
after the fireworks?

I lost track of him.

In other words,

he performed
a little sleight of hand.

He fooled you and bought
himself an escape route.

I saw what
he wanted me to see.

Maybe what you
wanted to see, too.

You know, we'd all like
to know there's an unknown,

a heaven, a tooth fairy,

a reliable man.

[ radio playing pop music ]

- [ engine, music stops ]
- Okay, partner,

so now you
want to tell me
why we're here?

Bobby Allwyne
was in despair.

He wanted to die, but he
couldn't kill himself.

So you're buying into
Harker's theory?

Yeah, partly.

Allwyne kept hundreds
of these, all from
different funerals.

What's that?

Carson:
Death appealed to him
and to the killer.

I'm thinking he
and The Surgeon shared
a similar psychology.

Based on what?

My inner-psychic.

Funeral director:
I felt sorry for him.

So many of his friends
were dying.

Then I realized
he didn't even know
any of the deceased.

So what, he just
gets his kicks hanging
around dead people?

He just seemed to get

some sort of solace
being here.

You speak to him?

Just, "Good afternoon,"

"I'm sorry
for your loss."

I didn't let on
that I knew he had
no business here.

He seemed harmless,
very respectful.

Sometimes they were
the only ones here
to send someone off.

They?

He had a friend
who'd come with him sometimes.

Can you--

hmm--
describe this friend?

Sure.

He was ordinary,

average height,

average weight,

middle-aged,

and brown hair.

Maybe blond.

Oh, good as a photo.

I've got a sharp eye
for detail.

- Oh, I see that.
- [ cellphone rings ]

It's a gift.

Sloane.

Hey, it's Jack. We lost
everything in the fire.

- What? When?
- [ speaking indistinctly ]

Last night. So far...

Okay, yeah.
No, I'll tell her.

That was Jack Rogers.

There was a fire
at the morgue.

Allwyne's body?

Everything's gone,

autopsy reports,
photos, everything.

They're saying
it was electrical,
a short in a wire.

That's par
for the course
on this one.

Have you ever felt
like you saw something

out of the corner
of your eye,

and then when you looked,
it was gone?

I want to know
what that was.

I need to know
what it was.

Carson,
we're partners, okay?

If you don't tell me what's
going on inside your head,
how can I cover your back?

I want to tell you,
I just don't know
what to tell you.

I don't want you
to think I'm crazy.

Too late.

[ ball taps ]

[ children yelling ]

Carson:
Vickey, how many times

have I told you
to keep the door locked?

What do you mean?

Front door
was wide open.

I locked it
after you left,
like I always do.

You know
he could wander off.

Anthony, you okay?

Did you go
to the movies?

No.

Honey,
was somebody here?

[ police siren blaring ]

[ water dripping ]

[ electricity buzzing ]

[ footstep ]

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

What were you doing
in my house?

From what I've seen
of how you live,

I think I can
trust you.

Your brother
is a heavy burden.

You carry him with grace.

You are not in my life.

I mean no harm to you
or to your brother.

Your enemy
is Victor Helios.

You know the name.

Made his money in medicine
or something.

He made me.

You see things
you can't explain,

and you tell yourself
not to believe your eyes,

yet, in your heart,
you want them to be true.

Victor Helios made me.

He made Bobby Allwyne
and the killer you're after.

Victor Helios is some
kind of Frankenstein?

"Frankenstein" is
a fiction based on fact.

Victor Helios
is that fact.

And he's 200 years old?

As am I.

I was his first.

How he's still alive,
I do not understand.

He must be using
his science on himself.

And what about you?

Perhaps the lightning,

something even more powerful
than my maker,

gave me this blessing,

this curse.

Tell me about
The Surgeon.

You said you
understood his pain.

He was friends
with Bobby Allwyne.

They shared
a death wish.

He wants you to catch him.

He wants you
to end his pain.

I'm not
The Monster anymore.

I'm your best hope.

[ water dripping ]

This is where
you really live.

Victor:
What are you doing here?

Is this where
I was born?

I don't remember.

It was my gift to you.

But I have
nightmares about it.

It's all
a nightmare.

You don't
really mean that.

You had such
high hopes for me...

such vision.

I failed you.

You haven't failed.

You have yet to fulfill
your potential.

No.

Victor...

please.

Let me go.

I don't suppose
there's any point

in asking you why
you dragged me out of bed

in the middle
of the night.

I got a tip
on The Surgeon.

What? What tip?

Frye's
pulling third shift.

We need to ask
a few questions.

Frye, we need your take
on the Allwyne murder.

I don't care.
Ask Harker.

- We want to ask you.
- I'm going home.

Detective,
unless you want
to find yourself

in the middle
of an I.A. investigation,

answer my question.

- Are you threatening me?
- Yes.

The Allwyne murder,
what's your take on it?

I don't have
a take on it.

The black rooms,
the razor blades,

what's your opinion?

[ police siren blaring ]

What black rooms?
What razor blades?

What are you
talking about?

This is...

difficult for me.

I'm a creator,
not a destroyer.

Yet, because of
your sacrifice...

there will be
a better future...

a new humanity...

perfected.

[ gasping ]

[ grunts ]

Victor:
Have Sanitation
pick her up.

She's in the main lab.

[ thunder rumbles ]

All right,
what was that about?

And try not to kill us
both before you tell me.

The Surgeon
and Bobby Allwyne

share the same
psychology, right?

- Okay.
- Okay, it's a death wish,

as well
as an inability
to commit suicide.

An inability?

The Allwyne killing
wasn't a murder at all.

He asked his friend
to kill him,

and now The Surgeon
is asking us.

Asking us what?

To catch him!
To kill him,

because he's incapable
of taking his own life!

Okay, what have
you done with the real
Carson O'Connor?

It sounds crazy,
but it makes sense.

Based on what?

I have a witness who
understands the way
that they work.

You have a-- what kind of
an informant

understands the inner workings
of a nutcase with two hearts?

An informant
with two hearts.

Okay, slow down,
and I don't mean the car.

There's no time.
I don't think The Surgeon

will stop killing
until we catch him,

and I think
I know who it is.

[ singing softly ]

[ humming ]

♪ She said, "Stop."

Hmm.

I like your singing.

It should be the blues.
Party sucked.

Oh, if only I could be
as happy as you.

That's cute.

- Are you locked out?
- Again. [ laughs ]

Why don't you
come on in,

and I'll call
the manager.

Michael:
What evidence
have you got?

Carson, you know
I trust your gut,

all right, but if
you're telling me

that Harker
is The Surgeon,

then you have got
to have proof.

Harker told me
about the black rooms,
the razor blades.

I thought
that he and Frye

had been
there together,
but they hadn't.

Harker had been
there as a friend.

He was Allwyne's
funeral buddy.

All right, now,
say I buy that.

It's your next theory
I'm having a little
trouble with, okay?

Prominent local citizen
Victor Helios creates
life in a laboratory?

Yeah, it sounds crazy,
but it makes sense.

How? How the hell does
any of this make sense?

I mean, what am I
supposed to say, Carson?

Say you'll help me.

[ muffled gasping, sobbing ]

I want to thank you,
Jenna,

for helping me
understand.

Michael:
So I've jumped off
some cliffs before,

but this one's
pretty damn high.

Okay, why the firepower?

Remember Allwyne's body?

Two hearts.
Bones like cement.

Hard to kill.
Hard to arrest.

Michael, it makes sense.

Harker's been
dogging us about
The Surgeon investigation

because he's the killer.

Okay, okay, look,
that might explain
some of his behavior,

but it doesn't
make him some kind
of Frankenstein.

Frankenstein's the doctor.
Harker's the monster.

Right. I'm sorry.

Maybe I'm crazy,
but Harker's our suspect.

He's armed.
He's very dangerous.

We go in there.
We break this case.

Then we jump
off that cliff.

[ sobbing continues ]

Ladies first.

Carson:
Harker!

Michael:
It's all right.
It's...

Harker!

What happened?
What's going on?

- What the hell happened?
- I don't know.

- Huh?
- I don't know.
I don't...

He was lying right here.
Disappeared.

[ tires screech ]

[ electricity buzzing ]

[ electricity crackles ]

[ gasps ]

[ heart beating ]

[ radio dispatch chatter ]

All right, ahem,

so you're sure
he went off the roof?

Yes.

And he hit the ground,

and he jumped up,
and he ran away.

That's what happened.

And how are you going
to write this up

without landing yourself
in the psych ward?

- I'm going to lie.
- Yeah, that's a good call.

I should have
seen this coming.

Ah, don't beat yourself up.

None of us suspected him.

I'm responsible
for officer evaluation
and counseling.

In fact, I had Harker
in my office less
than a month ago.

I knew
he was troubled,

especially when
he didn't show
for follow-up.

No offense, Dr. Burke,
but most cops

think mandatory
counseling is a waste
of time, anyway, so...

Yeah, just because
Harker didn't show

doesn't mean you
should've suspected
he had hobbies.

How's the victim?

I'm gonna
find that out.

[ whimpers ]

You okay?

The son of
a bitch mostly tore
my thumbnail off.

[ gasps ]

Better than
having my guts
cut out, right?

[ sobbing ]

How long were you
Detective Harker's
neighbor?

I moved in
11 months ago.

He was just
the nice,

slightly older guy
across the hall.

Did you see
a lot of him?

Once in a while,
he'd come over for dinner,

or I'd go over
to his place.

Son of a bitch could
make a mean lasagna.

I'll give him that.

Did he have any
other friends that
he would talk about?

Sometimes
I'd hear voices,

like he had someone over,
talking into the night.

Mostly, he was
kind of alone.

I actually
felt sorry for him!

Why did you
feel sorry for him?

He used to say something
was missing in his life.

I told him happiness
is always an option.

You just have to choose it.

I told him he had
to find his bliss.

Never thought his bliss
would be chopping
people to pieces.

Okay, let me
check my PDA here,
hash it out.

Look, if you're going
to rip me a new one,

don't bother.
I've done it already.

Apology accepted.

So you called Harker
after we spoke, told him

- we were asking about
the Allwyne case?
- Yeah.

Any idea where
he might be hiding?

Just goes to show how
you can share a squad car
with a guy for years

and not really
get to know him.

Hear he made
a mean lasagna.

Since this is your case,

let me show you
what we found.

What?

Where Harker really lived.

According to the owner,

this attic has been
boarded up since this
place was converted.

Looks like Harker
gained access

through the crawl space
above his apartment.

What did he
use it for?

Well, that's his
"go nuts" room.

Frye:
Check this out.

Pick your poison.

Pick that one.

[ light buzzing ]

That's tasty.

Pickles.

I'm guessing liver.

That's a good guess.

Good guess.

[ cello music playing ]

[ plays notes ]

[ music continues ]

That was beautiful...

accomplished.

I have
a long way to go.

I'll arrange for training.

Your skills will improve
when you have proper guidance.

Ballet is
about precision.

You need instruction.

What I enjoy is
following my instincts.

I don't think
you brought me

into this world
to be an automaton.

I brought you
into this world
to be my wife.

I thought so.

He lives here?

This is where
I found him.

It's cozy.

Who the heck are you?

Oh.

We're looking
for someone,

a man with
a scar and--

You mean Deucalion.

Just one name, like Cher?

Do you know
where he is?

Behind you.

Is he the one who failed,

who let the killer escape?

That would be me.

I told you,
he wants you to catch him,

but his instinct
is to survive.

We need to show you
something.

[ bell tolling ]

I've wondered if prayer
might apply to us.

I've wondered
if their God might

watch over and guide us
during times of crisis.

That's why I gave you
sanctuary.

It was the right
thing to do.

Morality...

means nothing to him
or to us.

I don't believe that.

If we live
by a moral code,

if we live
the right way,

there's a chance that we
might gain in spirit.

We might
join humanity!

We'll never have
what they have.

He's made sure
of that.

But...

I've defied him.

Ohh.

We've been denied
the ability...

to reproduce.

He saved that
for himself.

And I'm giving birth.

[ laughing ]

No, you should
take a look.

[ heart beating ]

I'm giving birth to something.
There it is.

That's not conception.

It's some kind of mutation.
It's an abomination!

Hey!

I don't think
you understand.

This belongs to me.

- This is mine.
- Go and see him.

He'll know what to do.

[ doorbell rings ]

Stay here.

Stay here.
I'll take care of it.

Sir, good afternoon.

Just good afternoon?

No, of course not.
Come in.

Why haven't I
heard from you?

Well, I've been
searching,

searching for
your man in crisis.

Did you find him?

Sir.

Sir!

As a student of faith...

do you believe that
God can be deceived?

No, of course not.

Your parishioners,

you think they lie
to their God?

No, they mean to keep
the promises they make,

but they are weak.

Because
they're human.

One reason
why you were born...

to replace them.

You shouldn't leave
your windows unlocked.

It's not safe.

Did you really
believe their God
would protect you?

[ heart beating ]

[ heartbeat stops ]

Carson:
You think
he turned to religion

as some kind of solace?

This was chosen
for another reason.

It held for him
another meaning.

Oh, thank you.

You know, this
place was pretty
well searched.

Watch it.

Oh.

Sacred Heart.

An ancient symbol.

Can mean many things.

What did it mean
to Harker?

The power of passion,
of love, renewal,

resurrection, hope.

He feels something
is missing in him.

He's trying
to understand
what it is.

So he goes
to the library,

studies anatomy,

compares himself
to other people.

And what, cuts them open
to get a better look?

I don't think
these were random.
These were people he knew.

Deucalion:
His victims are
chosen carefully,

specifically for
their completeness.

The first one was
a schoolteacher.

The second one
was a lawyer.

You'll find Harker
was well-known to both.

Someone Harker knew?

Someone he
thought was complete?

I know who
the next victim is.

[ crickets chirping ]

- [ gasps ]
- [ phone ringing ]

Harker.

[ ringing continues ]

You don't want
to answer it?

Harker, you are very ill.

You need rest.

You need some sleep.

You don't have
any idea what I need.

- Yes, I do.
- Why would you say that?

- You don't know what I need.
- You're scared, confused.

It's time to stop.

[ sighs ]

I need what's inside of you.

You won't find what
you're looking for
inside of me.

- No?
- No.

[ chuckles ]

- I fear...
- Sit down.

I may have
injured myself.

[ chuckles ]

Harker, sit.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

All right.

Look, killing me...

is not going
to help you find

what you need
within you.

Want to bet?

I'm not lying to you.

Stop, please!

I do need
what's inside of you.

It's not going
to do any good.

- Don't lie to me.
- Please. I'm not!

Liar.

I'm not lying.
No, I'm not--

- In here.
- I'm not lying.

Oh, God. [ wails ]

[ gasps ]

I'm not lying.
I'm not lying.

[ phone beeping ]

[ phone beeping continues ]

[ muffled groaning ]

[ sobbing ]

[ gasps ]

[ screams ]

[ screams ]

Carson:
Kathleen!

[ Kathleen screaming ]

[ dog barking ]

[ car alarm blaring ]

He's there.

[ train horn
blares faintly ]

[ metal creaks ]

Carson?

[ laughs ]

[ footsteps on stairs ]

[ metal creaks ]

[ Harker hoots ]

[ Harker whistles ]

Michael!

Carson! Take him out!

- Carson!
- Harker!

Take him out!

[ Harker screams ]

Michael!

[ groans ]

Are you a brother?

No.

Well, then what
the hell are you?

His first.

[ Harker laughs ]

[ squelching ]

[ gasping ]

[ scampering ]

[ metal creaks ]

I had them
search everywhere,

and there's no sign
of whatever you think
came out of Harker.

- [ sirens blaring ]
- [ helicopter whirring ]

So where's our
special friend, Deucalion?

He seems to come
and go as he pleases.

I don't suppose he'd
like to give a statement.

You wouldn't
believe it, anyway.

[ sirens echoing ]

[ birds chirping ]

[ sighs ]

You were here
working all night?

Sometimes it's necessary.
There's much to do.

Well, the next time
it becomes necessary,
call on me.

I can help.

There's a phone call
for you.

I had it put through
to your private line.

Yes.

[ indistinct talking ]

This detective--

- Carson O'Connor?
- Yes, sir.

Do we know
who's helping her?

- I can find out.
- Find out.

Yes, sir.

[ dial tone ]

Vickey:
Rough day?

Or night,
I should say?

You have no idea.

How's Anthony?

Good.
Ate his breakfast.

He's in his room.

Man:
Of course.

Is someone
in there with him?

No.

We have soldiers
fighting.

Yes.

Your brother sees
deeply into the true
nature of things.

He's autistic.

Because he
sees too much,

yet not enough to
comprehend what he sees.

Listen...

Harker's body,

the evidence is gone.

He was cremated
about an hour ago,

before there could
be an autopsy.

They're calling it
a clerical error.

It's the hand
of my maker.

He can't afford to have
his efforts exposed.

So what do we do now?

For 200 years,

he has been preparing,
perfecting.

I, too.

Victor Helios
will destroy mankind

and populate the world
with his people,

his creations.

If you do not help me,

he will succeed.

Leave it to blind fate.

Heads, you fight
beside me.

Tails,
I fight alone.

Screw fate.

[ rock music playing ]

♪ As I lie awake at night

♪ And think
of how I used to dream ♪

♪ I remember how it felt

♪ When I used
to feel like me ♪

♪ Well, the world
can never understand ♪

♪ Perfection
in a broken man ♪

♪ Do you know the answer

♪ Of what makes me tick?

♪ What I'm about?

♪ What I'm about

♪ Can you feel
my heart beat? ♪