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My name is Henry Morgan.

My story is a long one.

It might sound a bit implausible.

In fact, you probably
won't believe me.

But I'll tell you anyway,
because, beyond all else,

I have lots and lots of time.

Doors are closing.

How did you know I was Russian?

Korovka. Russian chocolate.

You have a smudge.

Good luck at the
performance tonight.

Sorry.

I noticed the indentations
on your fingers.

At first I thought the violin,

but the spacing's a bit too wide

and there's no markings
under your chin, so cello.

Ah.

Hmm.

How did you know
I have a performance?

Your collar
has a bit of moisture.

Freshly showered.

So I assumed
you're either headed to work

or going out on a date,
and, with all due respect,

it would be unusual for a
woman as beautiful as you

to be taking the subway
to a date.

You see a lot.

Well, I've seen a lot.

Next stop...
66th Street, Lincoln Center.

Perhaps you would like to
come to the performance?

Maybe afterwards,
you could grab a drink?

I would love to.

I've lived a full
life, been madly in love.

I've had my heart broken.

I've fought in wars

and seen more than
my fair share of death.

In my long life, I've
experienced many ends,

but only one beginning.

It all started 200 years ago.

It's just a fever.
This man will be fine.

He's not a man. He's property.

He has cholera.
Throw him overboard.

I can assure you
he is not infected!

You allow my men
to remove him...

Or I shall.

Step aside, Dr. Morgan,
or I will shoot you.

I cannot let you do this.

So be it.

You see,
something happened that night.

I was transformed.

I still feel love,
pleasure, pain.

My life is just like yours...

Except for one small difference.

It never ends.

Since that night
nearly two centuries ago,

every time I die,
I always return in water,

and I'm always naked.

Lends itself to some
slightly awkward situations.

Now you know about as much
about my condition as I do.

All I know for certain
is that the pain is real.

It's just the dying part
that's not.

It's a long story.

Just imagine all the things
you could do with eternity.

See the world,
speak countless languages.

In fact, there's almost nothing
in this life I haven't done,

except leave it.

Unfortunately, that's not
the case for those around me.

Try watching as the people
you love most in the world

go off to another.

Only then would
you know what I do.

That eternity is not really
a blessing, but a curse.

Abe is the only one
who knows my secret.

Fate brought us together
years ago.

And if I've learned nothing
else from my time here,

it's don't mess with fate.

Forgive me.
But even for a man who died

and then spent the night
in jail, you look like crap.

Thank you, Abe, but I assure you,

I look exactly the same
every day.

Although,
that still may be like crap.

But hey,
here's the beautiful part.

Nowhere to go but up.

Ooh. Not your finest hour.

Hey! You just snuck off.

I, uh... I
would call it a clean exit.

Shame free. That is, until now.

Just one tiny mistake.
You took the wrong phone.

Ah. Okay, great.

I see what's going on here.

What's that? I saw that
dude's picture on your phone,

bunch of saved voicemails.

You stepping out on your old man?

Look, this doesn't
have to be a one-nighter.

There's no reason you and I
couldn't be something real.

That's very sweet, Andre.

But if I want to find you
I will.

Detective Martinez.

I've been calling you
all morning.

Late night?

Early. Took a yoga class
and hit the sack.

- What do they think happened?
- No idea.

Apparently not an act of terror,

or feds and Homeland Security

would have
this whole city on lock-down.

That thing looks pretty old.

Yeah, it's still ticking, too.

Can't say the same
for whoever owned it.

Yeah, no survivors in this car.

Detective Martinez.

Lieutenant. What do you know?

M.E. on the scene thinks the
condutor died of a heart attack.

Traces of vomit, no
hemorrhaging or bruising.

They think he died
before impact.

What do you need from me?

Head over to the M.E.'s office,

get someone signed off
on the cause of death

of the conductor ASAP, and pray
there's no alcohol found in him.

'Cause if there is,
it becomes manslaughter

and we're looking
at 14 homicides.

Got it.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

You never died in a train
crash before, have you?

No, I've not.

I'd say this is cause
for celebration.

You experienced
something new today.

Isn't that the
whole point of life?

Abe, I think it's safe to say

that I've yet to figure out
what the point of life is.

Mine anyway.

Well, that's why
we keep looking.

How about I get us tickets
to "La Traviata" tonight?

I hear the soprano has a
great set of pipes on her.

Look, I appreciate the effort.

But occasionally
after a violent death,

a man needs a period
of time to wallow.

Understood.

Abe.

Uh, don't say
anything too emotional.

It'll be uncomfortable.

My thoughts exactly.

"Cause of death...
Impaled by subway railing.

Pain level... 6."

Mm, call it a 7.

Over the years, you could say
I've become a student of death.

Not out of some
macabre obsession,

but purely for research.

You see, I need to find
a way out of this...

A key to unlock my curse.

I work for the New York City
medical examiner's office.

It holds the largest collection

of slightly-chilled
corpses in the world.

If your game is death,
go where the action is.

All right, Lucas, who's first?

Uh, subway conductor.

NYPD called twice asking
for cause of death.

I told them there was about 20.

Spinal fracture, blunt-force
trauma to the head,

exsanguination,
all probably post-mortem.

Early diagnosis says a
heart attack got him first.

Lucky bastard.

How so?

Uh, detective Jo Martinez.

You have a cause of death
yet on the conductor?

Just about to begin.
Very welcome to join us.

Lucas here could
get you a coffee.

Yes. Why don't I... Do
you, uh... latte or an...

Uh, any kind of
frappy-type beverage?

Maybe a pressed juice.

Does wonders for the colon.

No, thank you.

I, um... I'll just hang out.

You know, why don't I
just get an assortment?

Right? Then we can decide
later.

Sorry for your loss, detective.

Sorry, I think you're confused.
I didn't know any of the victims.

No, I meant your husband.

Excuse me?

I noticed a slight discoloration
on your left ring finger.

Could be divorce,
but most divorcees

don't wear their wedding
band around their necks.

I put his death at under a year.

How would you know that?

Well, my assumption
is that your drinking

is a recent development.

Squinting suggests
a sensitivity to light,

slight decrease
in respiratory function,

the mascara under your
right eye is crooked.

I was in a hurry this morning.

And there's none under your left.

Well, well...

If this man had lived any longer,

he most certainly would
have died of a heart attack.

So, you're saying he didn't
die of a heart attack?

No.

Look at this.

Foaming on the lungs.

Pulmonary edema.

I believe this man was poisoned.

Wait, what?

That... That's your
official diagnosis?

- It's a homicide?
- Well, yes and no.

It's my assumption, but I'll need
the tox report to confirm.

Could take up to three weeks.

But I've got a
pretty good track record

if you'd like to get started
on your investigation.

It's crazy actually.

Sometimes he doesn't
even need to open them up

to tell how they died.

It's like they speak to him.

It's kind of awesome.

And kind of creepy.

You do realize the gravity
of what you're saying?

Yes.

I realize you now have
15 homicides on your hands

and a mass murderer to catch.

Perhaps you'd like
to rethink that coffee.

Hey. It's for you.

Says it's a friend.

Hmm. Excuse me.

Well, that's weird.

Which part?

He doesn't have any friends.

Hello?

Is this Henry Morgan?

- Dr. Henry Morgan?
- Speaking.

Dr. Morgan, I have to say,
talking to you

is probably the most
exciting thing

that's ever happened in my life.

Well, that's nice.

For most people, it's not even
the high point of their day.

I'm sure.

If they knew more about you,
their opinion would change.

Dr. Morgan, how did you
survive that subway crash?

I don't understand what
you're talking about.

Yeah, you do.

The one that killed
everyone in the first car.

Everyone except you.

Who is this?

Henry,
you can't imagine how long

I've been looking for
someone like you.

Someone like what?

You don't have
to pretend with me.

You know what you are.

And now I do, too.

Now, can you be sure

that this person who
called you actually knows?

Oh, Abe, please,
he basically said it.

Look, we've become complacent.

Too much time in one place
is dangerous. You know that.

- Where are we going this time?
- Completely your choise.

South of France, Brussels.
How's your Dutch?

A bit rusty.

- And then what?
- What we always do.

Lay low, outlive, and move on.

Well, you can.

I can't.

You know I can't do this
without you.

Then we don't run.

We stay and find out who
he is and what he's after.

What do you think he's after?

Abe, please.
This has happened before.

I've had every ounce
of my blood drained,

my organs dissected
in the name of science,

- I've been hanged for heresy.
- That was a long time ago.

Yes, 172 years
and I remember it well.

Hang me once, shame on
you. Hang me twice...

Abe, look,

I wish I could be as trusting
as you, but I have to run.

It's my only choice.

How are you gonna do it?
How are you gonna do it, hmm?

By isolating yourself
from the world?

Spending all your days
with corpses?

And not letting anyone get
close to you since Abigail?

I have news for you.

You might not be able
to die, but...

You haven't lived
for a very long time.

NYPD.

This can be a lot more effective

if we knew exactly
what to look for.

Just anyone looking suspicious

getting on or off that train.

The M.E. thinks the conductor
may have been poisoned.

With that kind of directive,
should have something in no time.

Sorry, Jo, this could take days.

Why don't you go home? I'll
call you if I find anything.

I'm fine.

Follow that guy
with the pocket watch.

I can't...
I can't make out his face.

B-back up.

Stop. Right there.

Can you push in right
on that subway window?

You have got to be kidding me.

It occurred
to me that the weather in Belgium

is terrible at this time of year.

Do not gloat.

This is not gloating. It's pride.

Oh, even worse.

I hate you thinking you've won

with all your
ridiculous psychobabble.

I'd rather have a
blunt instrument

shoved into my spleen,

and that's speaking
from experience.

Is that an '82 Pomerol?

Yes.

Too bad you quit
drinking 28 years ago.

I'm reconsidering my stance
on a variety of subjects.

Now, it's been awhile, so
you'll have to remind me.

How do we fight back?

Lucas.

Lucas!

Hey. Sorry.

Do you know how
this envelope got here?

The mail, most likely.

There's no postage on
it. It was hand-delivered.

Has anyone been
in the office this morning?

Uh, just that cop from yesterday.

The hot one.
She was asking about you.

Told her I didn't know anything,

which considering we've worked
together for three years now,

is oddly true.

Good talk.

Nice footwork, Dr. Morgan.

Well, I've had a lot of
practice, Mrs. Morgan.

Please don't remind me.

Abigail. Hmm?

All of it, everything
I've learned,

everything I've ever done was
all so I'd be worthy of you.

And I love you

more than I've ever loved
anything in this world.

I'll be gone someday
and you won't.

Abigail, please. Can't
I just have this moment?

Henry, listen to me.
Everything you are,

everything you've learned
is for something bigger.

You were made like this
for a reason.

But it wasn't for me.

Yoo-hoo! There you are.

I'm going to grab some
coffee. You want anything?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

All right.

You know, it...
It is a little bit strange

that we hardly know
each other, right?

I mean, shouldn't we just go
out for a beer or something?

Maybe see some music together?

No, thank you.

Okay. Appreciate the candor.

Ah. What's this?

No, wait!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Chill.

Easy. It's just
a newspaper clipping.

"Henry Morgan, Q.E.D."

Shouldn't it say M.D.?

Q.E.D...
Quod erat demonstrandum.

It's used in mathematical proofs.

It means
"which was to be demonstrated."

What's being demonstrated?

What? What is it?

He wanted to prove it was true.

He did it.

Who did what? What...
What are we talking about?

Is the corpse of the
subway conductor still here?

Yeah, it's in the fridge. Why?

Just need to borrow
a bit of your blood.

What does Q.E.D.
Have to do with it?

Abe, he killed the conductor
to prove I couldn't die.

Well, aren't there a lot
easier ways to do that?

He can come up behind you
in the street and bang!

Yes, but where's
the flair in that?

No, he's leaving clues.

He wants me to
find out who he is.

If we can figure out what
kind of poison he used,

then we can work out a time frame
for when the injection took place.

Once we know when he killed
him, we can figure out who he is.

Yes, but to find out
the kind of poison,

you still have to wait
for the toxicology report.

Might be a faster way.

Oh, really,
and how will you do that?

No.

Absolutely not.

Uh, are you sure
you want to do this?

I mean, the toxin in his
blood is still potent.

You're gonna
feel every bit of this.

It's the only way to know
immediately what he used.

Wouldn't it be ironic if
this time I actually die?

Hysterical.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Please. Kill me now.

Aconite!

Called monkshood.
The queen of poisons.

It's extremely fast-acting.

It enters your
blood stream on contact

and you experience
this gut-wrenching

burning sensation
in your stomach,

blistering in your lungs,
tingling in your fingers,

your face goes numb, and
then, luckily, you die.

What's this?

Maybe we were robbed.

I'm afraid not.

This watch belong to you?

It never occurred
to you to tell me

you were on that subway car

when I was standing
in your office?

It would occur to me, but I
didn't think it was relevant.

I didn't want to waste your time.

I'm a private person.

Oh, well, I-I can see why.

We obtained a warrant
for your residence.

Found your little secret cave.

My laboratory, yes.

Quite a collection
you have down there.

Got some human organs,

some torture devices.

All those are for sex.

Well, sometimes you need
to push the envelope.

So, what happens when
that tox report comes back

and I can link you to the poison?

You won't.

Based on my findings, if
I had to hazard a guess,

I'd say it was aconite...

Something I haven't
experimented with for years.

If I was gonna kill
someone, I'd use polonium.

Doesn't present for weeks.
Makes for a much better alibi.

Aconite, on the other hand,
is extremely fast-acting.

The killer would have
had to get up close and...

And what?

The killer, I suspect,
was on the train

at some point or another.

Well, now we're on the same page.

Okay.

I did it.

Is this a confession?

No. It's a hypothetical.
Work through it with me.

Homicide detective...
I'm sure you have

pretty good powers of
deductive reasoning. Okay.

Uh, you got on that train,
poisoned the conductor.

The motive,
we can work out later.

Fair enough.

You knew he was gonna die,

so you went into a back car
and just braced yourself.

Then you piled out with
the rest of the crowd.

A few hours later,
you go back to work

like nothing ever happened.

Where I was lucky
enough to meet you.

You should have seen
the look on your face.

You were literally praying
it was a heart attack.

But you were the one
who suggested poisoning.

So, detective, what
conclusions can you draw?

Either you're a
complete sociopath

who wants to be caught,
which I'm not ruling out.

Nor should you.

Or... the real killer
is still out there.

That seems like
sound logic to me.

As you ponder,

I'm sure there's one
thing we can both agree on.

You don't have enough to hold me.

At this point, anyway.

That is true. You're
a free man, Dr. Morgan.

Do not go far.

You have my word.

What exactly
are we looking for here?

An entry point.

The killer had
to inject him somehow.

Here it is.

Look at the bruise.

Couldn't that have
happened during the crash?

There wouldn't be a mark.

Once he was killed, his
blood stopped pumping.

Better question...

Why would you let somebody
inject you behind the ear?

Unless you didn't let them.

Grab the U.V. light.

Dr. Henry Morgan.

You know what
his last gig was before this?

Grave digger.

Hand to God, you could not
draw up a creepier dude here.

When you look at the evidence
against him, we have nothing.

What is his motive?

Oh, come on.
This guy's a total freak.

Who knows what he's capable of?

I-I'm not saying
he's not capable.

He is without a doubt
the weirdest,

creepiest, most unusual
person I've ever met.

I am simply saying if
he's our only suspect,

we should start
looking for another.

I couldn't agree more.

Might I have a word, detective?

Um...

When I said "creepiest,"

I meant that in
the nicest possible...

Detective, I can assure you
I've been called worse. Here.

What is this?

It's a fingerprint
I lifted off the corpse

of the subway conductor.

Thought maybe you could
run it through your system,

that is if you're still
open to other options.

Look, if I'm wrong,

you still have one
very legitimate suspect.

The print belongs
to Hans Koehler.

He has no priors,

is not officially a suspect,
and I ask the questions.

Just consider me
a curious observer.

Bit of a vested interest.

Hey, hey. Dr. Morgan.

We don't have a warrant.

Dr. Morgan.

Look at that. Probable cause.

Yeah, a dead rat.

Foaming at the mouth,
distended abdomen.

This one died
from something it ate.

Like rat poisoning.

Or maybe he was
munching on some of these.

Monkshood.

Also known
as aconitum variegatum.

Hey, Dr. Morgan.

Stop! Stop.

Do not move. This thing
could be filled with poison.

I will go first.

Aconite.

Okay, don't touch anything.
Let's just back out.

Dr. Morgan. Hey.

Stay put.

Freeze! NYPD!

Hands where I can see them!

Hands where I can see them now!

Take it easy.

Nice and easy.

Aah!

Detective, your hand!

Ow!

- The poison.
- Ow, my hand!

It's working its way
into your blood stream.

What? We have
less than a minute!

I got to wash it off
No, no, no, no, no!

We need to neutralize it.
Here, ethanol.

Oh, God!

Aah!

What the hell is wrong with you?!

- Wait, wait!
- What are you doing?!

No, no! No!

I'm sorry.

But trust me, aconite's
a terrible way to die.

Hans Koehler.

Turns out he used
to be a chemist for Dow

until three years ago
when his wife, Karen,

had an accident falling
onto the subway tracks.

The driver of the train
that killed her...

Same conductor
that was just poisoned.

The guy's been planning
this for a long time.

Hey, Henry. You okay?

You seem confused.

Koehler's motive.

It doesn't make any sense.

He did it because the subway
conductor killed his wife.

Don't sound so shocked.

People kill for a lot
worse reasons than revenge.

Yes.

It's just that I though
he was after...

something else.

I was wrong.

Hmm.

You want a drink?

Oh, Henry, actually,
I'm... I'm st...

I wasn't hitting on you,
detective.

I was merely stating a fact.

You want a drink.

Don't worry.

I'm the least judgmental
person you'll ever meet.

So, I checked you out.

You went to medical school
in Guam.

Before that, you actually
worked as a grave digger,

and you carry around a
300-year-old pocket watch.

So, Henry Morgan,
what's your story?

Well, I won't bore
you with the details,

but the watch was a gift.

Legend has it
had belonged to a doctor

seeking passage
on a ship from Africa.

It was given to him
by his father.

Anyway, the watch was lost
at the bottom of the ocean.

And years later, it was recovered
by a team of treasure hunters.

It was bought at auction
and given to me.

Wow. That is a generous gift.

This person must have
really cared about you.

Yes, of course she did.

But then she came to
her senses and left me.

Yeah, well, they do that.

What happened to your husband?

Uh, he... He was a lawyer.

Was in D.C. for a deposition,

and decided to go for a
run on the hotel treadmill.

And he had a heart attack.

There is a part of him
that I still feel.

I just want it to go away.

It won't.

Thank you. I feel so much better.

Yeah.

I will be right there.

They just found more
poison in Koehler's lab.

These vats were full
until about six hours ago.

The spectrometer
says it was aconite.

Based on the volume, I'd
say about two gallons.

We also found traces of ethanol.

I guess
he was cleaning the casks.

Or he wanted to make it soluble.

- Why would he do that?
- To produce a mass quantity.

Maybe he's looking
for a bigger audience.

I'm gonna get
homeland security on this.

What are these?

We found those in the trash.
They look like schematics.

Now, these here...
A fish, a crab, uh, I don't know,

maybe something
in the water or a boat.

Well, fish is Pisces
and the crab is cancer,

but they're upside down.

All aboard!

The zodiac is painted upside down
on the ceiling of grand central.

They said it was to give
the perspective of God,

but they'd simply
hired a bunch of drunks.

Where was his wife killed?

Uh, she fell off the platform
at, uh, 42nd... and Park.

Grand Central.

I could be wrong.

But if I'm not, we're
all gonna be very busy.

Northbound train
to Morris Heights,

University Heights,
Marble Hill, Kingsbridge.

Koehler could be anywhere.

We should shut this place down,
get these people out of here.

Henry? Henry,
where are you going?

I realized something.

It's a little chilly tonight.

Oh, that's very observant.
Why are we running up the stairs?

Because
the air-conditioning is on.

He made the toxin soluble
so it could be airborne.

The ventilation system
is on the roof.

Perhaps I was a bit overzealous.

Detective!

Get over here!
I can use your help.

Come on.

Grab that.

Come on!

Bring it over here.

This isn't the answer.

Killing all these innocent people
won't bring your wife back.

No, but those bastards at
the mta, they'll remember her.

I know how you feel.

I've experienced pain and loss
you cannot even begin to...

You know nothing!

Trust me, I know what
it's like to lose someone.

To feel like life is playing
a cosmic trick on you.

But killing these people is
not gonna make the pain go away.

I can't let you do this.

I think you forgot
I've got the gun.

This may come as a surprise,

but a gunshot...
not the worst way to go.

Aah!

It's okay.

You're going to a better place.

I don't know.

What happened?

Well, to summarize, you got shot

and Koehler decided
to take his own life.

He jumped off the roof.

What about the poison?

I guess he thought better of it.

Well,
that doesn't make any sense.

Okay.

What do you think happened? Hmm?

I thought you both
fell off that roof.

Both of us?
How's that possible?

Trust me.
I'd like to be a bit more heroic.

But I assure you that's
the morphine talking.

There's something
you're not telling me.

Thanks.

Hello?

Yes. Hold on.

It's for you.

Hello?

I just wanted to
make sure you're all right.

That was a nasty
spill you took last night.

Yes. Fine, thank you.

What is it that you want?

Oh, the same thing you want,
Henry.

Death.

That doesn't seem to be
an option for either of us.

I don't understand.

What... What are you saying?

I'm saying that we're the same,
you and I.

We share the same pain,
same curse, same affliction.

How is this possible?

I'm afraid
I'm as lost as you are.

We're soul mates, Henry.
We got eternity together.

Might as well
have some fun with it.

I, uh, better go.

Henry.

Are you okay?

I'll survive.

Hmm.

Watch your backs! Quickly!

I've seen a lot of death,

a lot of pain,
a lot of suffering.

But I've also seen
a lot of life...

A lot of beauty,

a lot of wonder.

Are you a doctor?

This baby was just recovered
at one of the camps.

He appears to be
in perfect health.

It's not the number
of years we live that matters.

Our lives just add up
to a series of moments.

We never know
when or where they'll happen.

But they stick with us,
marking our souls forever.

I believe I'm about to beat you

for the first time in 65 years.

Mate.

The problem with living
for 200 years

isn't the loneliness
or the pain or the loss.

Okay, sure, it is those things.

But what really gets you

is when life ceases
to surprise you.

Hi.

I was just in the neighborhood,

and I-I thought that I
would return this to you.

Figured it was pretty valuable.

It is.
Thank you.

Invite her in.

Uh, actually,
I-I can't stay. I'm on the job.

In fact, have you heard of a sword
called the hancho mass...

The honjo masamune?

Considered the most
famous sword in the world.

It went missing
after World War II.

Well, it is sticking out of some
guy's chest on 32nd and Park.

I request you
as my M.E.

You coming or what?

I've spent my entire life
studying the human body,

and I can say
with scientific certainty

that what keeps us alive,

more important than blood
or oxygen or even love...

is hope.

Sync & Corrected By MicLatu