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So, I know the posting said "spectacular,"

but "spectacular" doesn't do it justice.

The wood for this table was sourced from an 18th-century shipwreck.

It invites lingering breakfasts, doesn't it?

Dinner parties you don't want to end.

Ah, look at that! Golden hour.

There are so many gorgeous pieces that I'm just so excited to show you

that just come with the house.

When the sun sets... Mmm.

That light is otherworldly.

You can almost bathe in it.

I particularly love this vintage designer sofa.

You get a better appreciation

for the way the ceiling soars.

You know you have the same name as the heroine in the Jane Austen novel?

Emma Woodhouse.

Ah. I don't hear that lot, actually.

You know, I interact with a lot of people

who have strong opinions on bookshelves

but very few who care about what occupies them.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to just leave the world behind

and simply exist in our own little paradise?

Oh.

The part I most hate.

Let's be honest.

The owners are letting this go under market for a quick lease,

and at $35,000 a month,

this place is a steal.

And I currently have several interested parties,

so I will need to know by end of day today.

I-I'll take it.

I was terrified it would go to someone lacking your taste.

The owners will be by this evening,

just to pick up a few personal doodads,

and then it's all yours, if you want to swing by.

Tonight? T-Tonight's great.

Come after 8:00.

I'll be here waiting for you.

Uh, maybe when I pick up the keys, we could--

We absolutely could.

I'll let you pick the wine.

Hold on.

Yeah?

Is, uh, Emma here?

-Who? -Emma Woodhouse.

You got the wrong address, man.

Like, uh, Emma by Jane Austen.

I-- I don't know an Emma.

I was here this afternoon. I'm-- I'm renting for the next six months.

-Not from me. -Let me just give her a call.

I'm sure she can clear this up.

I don't know an Emma.

We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or--

Fuck!

♪ If I could grant you One wish ♪

♪ What would it be? ♪

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

It was the age of wisdom.

It was the age of foolishness.

We were all going direct to heaven

and all going direct to hell.

♪ Brah brah brah brah I love you too ♪

♪ I love you too I love you T-O-O T-W-O ♪

I'm buying this club.

Neon lights.

Sell me.

-I'm off the clock. -This isn't work.

This is me appreciating your art.

"Spectacular" doesn't do it justice.

Can't you just feel the bass inside your body,

pulsing, moving,

taking over your every single thought and desire?

This could all be yours.

I just need a small deposit,

first and last month's rent.

Wonder how much you could rent this pool for.

Just the pool? That would be a challenge.

Why does everything have to be a challenge?

People are stupid

and our cons have gotten too easy, so it's boring.

I wouldn't mind boring.

♪ And that feeling ♪

♪ When I'm with you ♪

I fucking love you.

Same.

-I said I fucking love you. -Same.

You just won't say it.

That's for marks who need to fill the void in their lives.

We're above that.

That's one way of addressing your emotional problems.

I have another way.

♪ Can't tell the difference ♪

♪ Between butterflies ♪

♪ And bad feelings ♪

Huh.

Is that a good "huh" or a bad "huh"?

This email's sent from Daisy Buchanan.

The Great Gatsby.

And if the IP address is to be believed,

this email was sent from downtown Manhattan.

One Police Plaza, to be precise.

Well, that's us out of business.

Disagree. Someone's fishing.

I mean, the choice of name is deliberate.

The decision not to obscure the IP address is deliberate.

They want us to panic.

Do you not remember what happened in Baltimore?

Oh, God. Not again.

Baltimore can suck my fucking dick, okay?

Yeah. Not a fan of jail.

What are you doing?

We are getting out of here, like we agreed in Baltimore.

It was one blurry photo on social media

that inspired one Action News 7 report

about sleazy scam artist Francesca da Rimini,

who vacays and stays properties and then, you know,

scams unsuspecting suckers.

But what happened after that one report, huh?

You remember?

No arrests. No blowback.

No consequences.

Just-- Whatever you're doing, just stop.

I'm going to reply, okay? It would be suspicious if I didn't.

And unlike Officer Daisy here, I'm going to use a VPN, okay?

So just chill.

Had I known you were going to be so delicate,

I wouldn't have spirited you away from working front of house

at your parents' shitty seafood restaurant,

nor introduced you to my exciting, yet profitable life of crime.

-Paloma. -Smith.

You made me a promise, remember?

You said I'd never get bored.

And this conversation sounds like a promise breaking into boring little pieces.

Okay.

New game.

Smith versus Paloma.

You choose my next target,

I'll choose yours,

and whoever closes the fastest wins.

And winner gets to decide where we go next,

however near or far.

Are you in?

Or are you out?

I'm all in.

No, no, no, no, no.

Mmm. Fleur Forsyte.

Forsyte Saga, Galsworthy.

Might be a good alias.

Yeah. I'm more interested in what our next con's going to be.

Check your messages.

-"Enchanted cottage." -Mmm.

-"King-size bed." -Mmm.

"Cathedral ceiling and everything you need

for a rejuvenating stay in the heart of..."

Wait. Woodstock?

-Come on. That's a two-hour drive. -Oh, no! Is it?

Wait. Read the reviews.

Oh. "The host was unreachable the entire time."

-Oh! -"Filthy pillows.

Scratchy sheets. Faucet gushed brown water."

You know what? That's perfect.

No, what's actually perfect is, it's complete with bedbugs.

Are you fucking serious?

Are-- Wait. Are we declaring me the winner right now?

-Are you admitting defeat already? -Defeat? Fuck no.

Dudes can't get enough of a married woman, so--

Wait. What is this? Hold on. What is this? Give it to me!

"S and J 4EVA"? Ah!

All right.

-The inscription was free. -No! It's cute!

-It's kind of gay, but it's cute. -Check your phone.

Oh. "Classic brownstone in Brooklyn."

What's the catch?

Well, it's very big, and it's very expensive, so--

-Okay. -Good luck finding somebody with deep enough pockets.

Oh. I love a challenge.

And the owner?

Did some digging last night while you were snoring your head off.

I don't snore.

If I did, it'd be adorable.

What's this? Oh.

"Dr. Robert Kezian, a luminary in the field of neurosurgery.

Patients come from all over the world to be treated by him.

Kezian, a pioneer in cranial anastomosis at Langhorne Medical,

where he acts as chief neurosurgeon..."

Hello, Dr. Kezian.

I look forward to renting your brownstone.

Good morning, everyone. Craniotome.

Forceps.

Gauze, please.

Adjust to 40 milligram Propofol, titrated.

Blood pressure is holding stable.

Right along the left temporal gyrus.

And there it is.

I heard you performed another miracle.

It's not a miracle. It's my job.

Be proud. She's alive because of you.

Well, I gave her five years.

We could have given her decades.

Soon. We're on the cusp.

No. I'm still pushing the same rock up the same hill.

Like the Greek myth.

-Sisyphus. -That's right.

You know, you're the first and only surgeon to perform

a partial neurotransplantation.

On rats, rabbits, monkeys.

None of it means anything until I can actually try it on a human being with a pulse.

Soon.

Right.

When a bunch of visionless bureaucrats say we can?

No offense taken. You know, you could try India. Less red tape.

Still doesn't get us FDA approval.

You can't save the world by yourself, Bob.

I'm not.

-I have you to help me. -Oh, shit.

Always your wingman.

-I got to go greet a new guest. -Oh, come on.

Don't tell me you're still renting out that pile of bricks.

You must have bought up half the neighborhood by now. Just sell. Move on.

I can't. It's too soon, and I can't let it sit empty. It's too sad.

Dr. McLachlan to room 27.

Fleur Forsyte, I presume.

Dr. Kezian, it's a pleasure.

Built in 1865,

this stately single-family town house

has three floors of open living space,

four bedrooms,

a formal dining room, a luxurious living area,

and the front parlor for more informal family get-togethers.

And finally, the dungeon.

Impressive presentation.

Listen, if I'm ever inclined to put this house on the market,

I'll be sure to hire you to sell it.

Grazie mille.

It is a little small,

which is interesting, given the square footage above.

Well, the servants' quarters were bricked up

after it was discovered they'd been built over a cholera pit.

Don't worry. I fired the servants first. Well, most of them, anyways.

Might have bricked them up myself.

And please, call me Fleur, Dr. Kezian.

Call me Robert.

Robert.

The only room I made over since--

We bought this house with the full intention of making it our forever home.

That was, of course, before Becca got sick.

She's beautiful.

Even more than the picture could convey.

Worldly, compassionate,

a brilliant neuroscientist, way ahead of her time.

I have no idea what she saw in me, but, uh--

I don't know what it is about this house, Dr. Kezian,

but... I feel its energy.

Please may I make it my home?

Deal.

Temporarily.

My wedding ring, it got mangled, uh, in the garbage disposal.

-I'm so sorry. Let's have a look. -No. It's--

What was it? It was, um, doctor guy.

Chief of neurosurgery at Langhorne,

specializing in cranial anastomosis.

Wow.

An actual brain surgeon.

Keeps me busy,

but the commute is a beast.

But I love the neighborhood so much.

Uh, Rebecca's parents had a place nearby.

It's actually where I spend most of my nights.

It's nice to have family close.

Right. Well, they passed away a few years ago.

Here we go.

-How's that? -It's perfect.

So, Wi-Fi password and alarm codes

and everything else you need is in there, all right?

-I'll take care of it. -No problem.

-Trust me. -Okay.

You might have guessed.

I'm a hugger, so this shouldn't come as a surprise.

♪ I'm like A goddamn hurricane ♪

♪ Raging for days ♪

♪ I'm lost ♪

♪ Yeah, I got a madhouse In my brain ♪

♪ You can come in If you want ♪

♪ I went to the doctor ♪

♪ She asked me to explain ♪

♪ What are your symptoms? ♪

♪ I said I think I'm insane ♪

I'm going to rent the shit out of this house.

You know, I might just lure in three suckers

and make each one of them think they beat the other out.

God, I just got wet at the thought.

Paloma Joia, everybody, America's sweetheart.

Did you get the floor plans I sent you?

Fuck the floor plans. I'm already in.

I like the blonde, by the way.

Think I should make the carpet match the drapes?

No. I like the black better.

You're no fun.

Okay. So, down to business.

Copy of keys-- made.

Cameras-- disabled.

Alarm code--

dead wife's birthday, 11-21-74.

Bases-- covered.

♪ I used to think I was better Than all of the Prozac ♪

♪ Abilify Wellbutrin Adderall ♪

♪ Told myself I didn't Need any meds at all ♪

♪ All the depression And lethargy's all my fault ♪

♪ I can be stronger And I can work harder ♪

♪ And I can get over myself If I honor ♪

♪ The values and visions and Dreams that all matter to me ♪

♪ And I finally prioritize What I need ♪

♪ But I didn't Take care of myself ♪

♪ I neglected my physical And mental health ♪

♪ I pretended that I Didn't have any problems ♪

♪ And I had the tools that I needed to solve them ♪

♪ But now that I finally Have some experience ♪

♪ Taking the pills that I thought were so serious ♪

"The pace at which biotech is advancing

inevitably raises ethical questions,

which we must overcome in order to serve the greater good."

Oh, must we, dead wife?

You know, it's not too late to call a Baltimore.

Respect the fucking hustle.

But I only make wagers I know I'm going to win. So, with that...

♪ You're not a crazy bitch ♪

♪ La la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la ♪

♪ You're not crazy ♪

♪ La la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la ♪

♪ You're not crazy ♪

♪ La la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la ♪

♪ I'm not crazy ♪

You'll find that everything in this mansion is custom,

from the imported woods to the molding and the trim.

The couple that owns the unit are currently living in Florida

and are truly motivated to find a respectable tenant.

You look worried. Don't be.

Says the guy who's not about to get his head cut open.

Touché.

While hallways can feel austere,

there's a sense of warmth and intimacy here, wouldn't you say?

Hey. Did you close yet?

Game's still on, then.

I'm hungry.

-What's your favorite food? -Pizza.

Pizza? I'll tell you what.

I'll bring you the best pizza in the city tomorrow, when you're in recovery.

-Deal. -Deal.

So, what do we think?

Mm-mmm.

Yeah. I just need one more night.

One more night?

Paloma Jones is losing her touch.

When I win, and I will,

I was thinking about leveling up.

Okay. Bye.

Maybe a high-rise, something corporate.

♪ Claim my flesh Betwixt your jaw ♪

♪ Never met my match Before ♪

♪ Everyone Seems scared of me ♪

♪ They dare not pluck From poison tree ♪

♪ Go on, darling Draw some blood ♪

♪ Try to claim my soul Upon this mud ♪

♪ Spread my legs Release the curse ♪

♪ Oh, come on, darling Do your worst ♪

I personally think you'll find that downstairs gets the best light.

♪ Be not afraid Lay down your weapons ♪

♪ Be not afraid Lay down your weapons ♪

♪ Be not afraid Lay down your weapons ♪

♪ Be not afraid Lay down your weapons ♪

-Fancy a wee drink, Tad? -♪ Be not afraid Lay down your weapons ♪

Wouldn't it be wonderful to leave the world behind

and simply exist in our own little paradise,

away from it all?

Imagine the parties you could have here.

You're gorgeous.

You know that.

You're too kind.

And sexy.

And you can hold your tequila.

You're, like, the perfect woman.

So, Tad, perhaps now's a good time to discuss the financial details.

Come on. You've been giving me signals.

Look, Tad, if I seemed overly friendly--

"Overly friendly."

You know what you're doing, and I'm into it.

I'm not what you're looking for. Trust me.

I beg to differ. Trust me.

Get the fuck off!

What have you got under there? Huh?

Get the fuck off me!

No!

Hold still.

No!

Be still, you bitch.

Hold still!

Keep still.

Hey, Papi.

Oh, good morning, Madison.

-Oh, there he is. Hey. -You know who's back.

-Come on now. -Ain't no bullet keeping you down.

So, what the fuck is a "catorda"?

Cortado. Espresso and steamed milk.

Isn't that a latte?

Shouldn't you still be on leave?

And be stuck at home with Sheila 24/7?

Hey! Come on now.

I'd rather be out here with you,

dodging more bullets, baby!

This bitch thinks she's clever. She's not. I'm finding her.

Diane, who hurt you?

There's three in the last two months that we know about.

Bronx, Anna Karenina. Long Island, Emma Bovary.

All famous literary characters.

I was shot in the leg, not the head.

This tells us nothing about who she is.

I know exactly who she is.

Some nouveau riche dilettante cosplaying through a life of crime.

You know, she couldn't resist replying to my Daisy Buchanan email.

"Grazie mille."

To you too, you pretentious little bitch.

We should do a search of every recent listing on VacayNStay.

That sounds like a lot of work.

Narrow it to famous literary characters.

We'll find her.

Warricker and Crace back on the case.

Just shift Nelson to Monday and move Stone to the following week.

Okay, I need to call you back.

Just lie down. Keep still, okay?

Let me see. You ripped a suture.

You went into hypovolemic shock.

I had to give you 10 units of blood.

Where am I?

Against my better judgment,

in a private medical facility rather than a jail cell.

He tried to rape me.

Is that so?

Can I have my phone? I, uh...

I need to make a call.

Molly Bloom, Realtor.

Never could make it more than a few pages into Ulysses.

-Look. I can explain-- -No. Let me try.

You were running a con, pretending to be a real estate agent,

renting houses that don't belong to you.

You're a smart young woman, but your talents are misdirected.

Don't you want something better?

Use your intelligence to help advance the world instead of harming others?

Nurse Fitelis to room 312.

What are you doing?

Wh-What is that?

Keep still.

I just sold the shit out of this dump.

Call me back so I can gloat.

Hey!

What the fuck?

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Fuck.

Shit. Shit.

So, his wife reported him missing last night,

and his cell phone records put him in this vicinity yesterday afternoon.

Sorry. I don't recognize him.

You notice any unusual activity in the neighborhood

the past couple of days?

Uh, now that you mention it, uh,

last night there was a car blocking the fire hydrant.

-I had it towed. -Do you happen to remember the make or model?

Might have been a Mercedes of some kind.

Uh, I'm sorry. I'm not a car person.

Oh, hold on just a second.

Lanyard Towing. That's who I called.

Well, you think of anything else,

you make sure you stay in touch.

Uh-huh. Right.

Hey!

Hello! Hello!

I brought you some food.

This is for the pain.

There's a chain around my neck.

What the fuck is going on?

Who are you? Wh-What is this?

You're a danger to yourself and to others.

Oh, I'm the danger?

Not-- not-- not the guy who tried to rape me?

Not the ogre with the fucked-up head?

Not the deranged doctor who chained me to the fucking ground?

My lab isn't set up properly for visitors,

and a locked door has proven inadequate,

so... I've improvised.

If you'd rather, I can contact the authorities.

Yeah! Yes! Call them!

Why haven't you done that already?

I'll-- I'll confess to everything!

Hey. Hey.

Wait. Wait. Where are you going?

Come back!

Fuck! Hey! Hey!

Where are you going? Hey!

Eat something.

People know I'm here.

Who? Your family died in a car accident three years ago.

How can you possibly know that?

A person can fake anything-- ID, even fingerprints--

but you can't fake DNA, Paloma Joia.

What did you say?

A friend of mine told me the other day

that I can't save the world.

I'm trying to prove him wrong.

What do you need with me?

Hmm.

Seat's taken.

-Mind if I keep it warm? -Yeah, I do, actually.

Losing your touch, Jones.

Sorry. You were, like, the third guy to hit on me.

But the first guy that you had to think twice about.

So, what? You want to get out of here?

Yeah.

Two more.

Okay. You're driving.

Hey!

Inmate needs to use the toilet!

Anyone?

I changed my mind.

No.

I'm not using that.

What happened to your head?

What's your name? You look like a Lenny.

I'll call you Lenny.

Weirdly, this isn't my worst Tinder date.

I-- I pee a lot.

I suffer from intermittent IBS,

and, uh, this scenario is likely to make it much more "mittent."

Unless your boss is planning on killing me. Is he?

I'm just the thing at the end of the chain for you, aren't I?

Easy to ignore?

I'm sorry, Lenny. You're not going to get that luxury.

I'm Paloma Joia,

daughter of Anton and Sofia,

younger sister to Nico.

They all died in a car crash three years ago.

Look at me, monopolizing the conversation.

Tell me about Lenny.

Act like an animal, you get treated like one.

It's okay.

Come on.

Later, Lenny.

That what you have in mind for me?

He was a nurse at my hospital. A good one.

Six months ago, a drunk driver hits him.

Driver gets a suspended license,

and he's left in a persistent vegetative state.

His final days would have been hooked up to machines,

but the fact he's able to function at all is a miracle.

So, what is he now? Your pet?

My patient.

I'm sure he's brimming with gratitude.

Anything else I can do for you?

You got a cigarette?

Cigarette's bad for you.

Should try and get some rest.

Okay. So, there's thousands of classics, millions of names.

She could go all day with this.

Greta McKnight? Is that from anything?

No.

Heather Sanderson.

Isn't that from Wuthering Heights?

My God. You're really putting that SUNY Purchase sociology degree to the test, aren't you?

At least I graduated.

Okay.

Margaret Hale, North and South.

Emma Woodhouse, Jane Austen.

Mm-hmm.

She thinks she's so clever.

Narrow the search to books by Penguin Classics.

You got it, boss.

I don't understand.

I'd confront him, but I'm scared what he'll do to me.

Why don't you just call the cops?

Every time I do, he just beats her harder.

Molly has the worst taste in men. He's a monster.

Last time, he put her in the hospital.

It's good to have.

I don't like guns.

In case I need backup.

-I'm going in. -Don't let him get in your head.

Looking for Molly Bloom.

Wrong address.

Molly!

-Excuse me. This is a private residence! -Molly Bloom!

Hello?

Molly Bloom!

-As you can see, I'm here alone! -Fuck off!

Whoever you are, you must be mistaken, okay?

Where's Molly?

Like I said, there are no Mollys here.

-What's this? -You have the wrong house!

Excuse me.

Is this your house, bitch?

I'm a doctor. I'm a surgeon. I help people.

-Let me help you find your way out. -You help people?

Help me find Molly, motherfucker.

Who's this?

I heard you like to beat women.

How about this bitch? Beat her hard, too?

Shit.

Dead wife's birthday.

Fuck. Fuck.

Paloma?

Come on.

Smith?

Oh, God! Oh, Smith! Smith!

Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Help! Help!

Do something! Please!

Help! Save her! Please! Oh, my God!

Help! Do something! Save her!

Be still. Be still.

Oh, God, please. Please don't go. Please.

Be still. Be still.

It's okay. It's okay.

Smith, I'm sorry.

And thank you all for being here today.

I think you're all going to be excited as to what you're about to hear.

Rebecca, please.

Imagine the possibilities.

Goodbye to Alzheimer's, dementia, ALS.

A simple graft of matching healthy brain tissue

has shown, in laboratory testing,

an amazing ability to literally rewrite faulty genetic code.

You look exhausted.

Things could be better, Becca.

I won't lie. Things could be a hell of a lot better.

Then it's time for you to take control.

I just can't seem to focus.

You've been given a golden opportunity.

You don't have to go to India.

You have all you need to do it here.

Yes, but everything's moving so fast.

Then move faster.

You need to do this... for us.

For us. For us. For us.

For us.

For us.

Smith?

Smith?

Smith? Smith!

...1st, 2025. Donor is a white female, mid 20s,

prime physical condition.

Smith. Is she alive? Is she alive?

Gurney!

What are you doing? What is this?

Is that Tad? You kept that asshole alive?

What the fuck are you doing? What...

Hey. Hey. Hey!

I can help you, okay?

It could be anybody but Smith.

Please. Please.

Talk to me for a second! Look. We can figure this out, okay?

A dead body. You could use a dead body, right?

Like-- Like-- Like, an organ donor?

See, the brain isn't just any other organ.

It's the essence of who we are.

In order for this to work, the tissue must be living.

You're not a doctor.

You're like a kid with a magnifying glass burning ants.

You're a monster.

No. Let me show you exactly how wrong you are.

Found her. Molly Bloom.

And I would know that name from--

James Joyce, Ulysses.

That's not the only thing.

The owner's a world-class neurosurgeon.

Why the hell is he renting out his home?

Could be lonely. I don't know.

Let's go ask him.

Human trial, September 1st, 2025.

Continuing female brain graft donor.

The first incision is over the frontal lobe, directly under the hairline.

Hey. Hey. Hey!

Wait! Wait!

I've already extracted the temporal muscle.

That has given me access to the frontal and temporal lobes.

I'm degloving the skull and beginning to work my way towards the superior margin.

No.

You're still Smith.

Paloma?

Smith.

I'm now cutting back the dura so I can expose the brain tissue.

Don't look out there, Paloma. Just stay with me.

I love you.

You lost your wife.

I get it.

I lost my family, too, remember?

Forceps. I'm placing Surgicel, which is a hemostatic aid.

When they died, I...

I couldn't...

bring myself to get rid of their things.

Bioadhesive.

I left the house exactly as it was.

I even tried talking to them.

I'm now applying a light-activated bioadhesive

to fuse the donor brain tissue with the target's brain.

I tried smelling them.

That's what grief does.

We have sutured the dura

and reapproximated the skull back together.

Robert?

Robert, please.

This isn't you.

This is the grief.

But first, let's see if we have a successful transplant.

Tad...

raise your right arm.

Tad, if you can hear me,

please raise your right arm.

Tad.

Tad!

Tad, raise your right arm!

That's good. That's good.

Tad, can you sit up for me?

Tad.

Tad.

Oh, shit!

Get the fuck away from me!

Baltimore.

What did you say?

Baltimore.

Can suck my dick.

Smith?

Smith.

Smith? Smith. Smith.

Come back to me. Smith...

I love you.

Same.

I'm sorry.

I love you so, so much.

Same.

You fucking bitches, you're all the same!

Can't be Smith! You're not Smith! You're not Smith!

Stop!

You monster!

I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do!

I swear to God I'll fucking kill you!

Get her ready!

Hello. Can I help you?

Detectives Crace and Warricker. We'd like a chat with you.

I notice you have a lot of smart cams in here.

Right. My guests tend to unplug them.

What about the porch cam?

The porch cam. What about it?

I'd love to see that footage.

Oh, right. Dropbox works for you?

Your wife had a very distinguished career, Doc.

1812 Prospect Terrace.

Can you verify this rental listing?

What's with the limp?

Oh. Doc said I was lucky.

You know, bullet passed right through.

Been luckier not to have been shot.

How long has it been?

Eleven weeks, four days.

Not counting.

There's a specialist, uh, who owes me a favor.

Here. Email me. I'll set it up for you.

Smith and I,

we tried on different personalities

like most people try on clothes.

The basic dynamic was always the same.

Smith cooked. I talked.

Dr. Kezian, could you please take a look at this?

That's my house, but it's not on the market.

And, uh, who is, uh, Molly Bloom?

Person of interest. Confidence scam.

I had an VacayNStay guest, uh, early this week, but she didn't use that name,

and she certainly didn't look like that.

You had a life before this, right?

You had a family?

I bet you were never the guy

for big displays of affection or even emotion.

Whenever shit hit the fan,

you were always the one they turned to first.

I'm good, aren't I?

What about Emma Woodhouse?

Mm, no. It was Fleur... Forman. Something like that.

But if you like, I can check my emails for you.

Like brother and sister.

I understand you spoke to one of our officers

about a missing person, a...

Tad Terabant.

Then you already know I never laid eyes on him.

You know, you are the first brain surgeon I've met

who feels the need to VacayNStay his home.

I'm sorry.

Is that a crime?

I think we've taken up enough of the good doctor's time.

Fleur Forman. Fleur Forman.

Lenny. Lenny.

We could get out of here, just you and me.

The great escape.

Do you want to get out of here, Lenny?

Lenny, come on.

Lenny. Lenny.

Lenny! Lenny!

Lenny, Lenny, I can tell you've got a good heart, okay?

I know you didn't sign up for this shit, Lenny.

So let's sign the fuck out.

I'm worried about you.

You can't do this alone.

Do this alone. You can't do this alone.

Do this. You can't do this alone.

Bradshaw.

Ah. There he is.

Doc, you there?

You see a dog bowl in there?

Water bowl?

Yeah. I'm more of a cat person myself, honestly.

He's hiding something.

Did you see that spot on the wall?

Painting's been replaced recently.

And there were traces of carpet tape on the floor in the hallway.

Did you say carpet tape?

We need to lock his ass up right now.

Forsyte.

Fleur Forsyte.

Two literary characters at the same address.

This isn't a coincidence.

If you got a feeling about this guy,

I got a feeling about this guy.

Where are we going? Lenny, where are we going?

Lenny, are we escaping?

Lenny? Lenny! No! No!

Lenny, please!

Smith? Smith?

Cut me some slack, please.

Smith.

Smith.

My girl.

I'm so sorry.

I don't want to leave you.

S and J 4EVA.

It's all right. Come. Come.

You say the sweetest things.

I love you.

Human trial, intracranial nerve transference, September 2nd, 2025.

My postulation...

to better prepare the donor's limbic lobe

and decrease the risk of transference,

I'll be stimulating the donor's visual cortex

with sights and sounds familiar to the recipient.

See? Look at that.

Nobody in or out the whole fucking day.

Look at the time stamp.

And?

And it rained Monday, cats and dogs. Dry as a bone there.

He fucked with the footage.

He's a doctor, not a hacker.

Yeah? Well, he's hiding something.

Okay. That's great, and we have nothing on him.

What are we going to do about it?

He was the last one to see our girl. He knows something.

Just keep digging. Figure it out.

I fucking knew it.

Hey! Hey! I can't move my body.

Why can't I move?

I can't move my body. Why can't I move my body?

What are you doing? What's going on?

What is that? Talk to me! What is all this?

What is this?

-My wife adored Chopin. -Why can't I move?

Hey, hey, hey, what's going on? Just talk to me for a second.

Just listen to me. What are you doing? What is this?

What is this?

Why can't I move?

What are you doing? What is that? What is that?

I'll show you.

Allow me to introduce you to my wife.

Rebecca?

You told me she was dead.

I never said those words,

but she has a degenerative brain disease.

You kept her alive this whole time?

She kept herself alive.

All I've done is maintain her body's autonomous functions

and helped maintain muscle tone through EMS.

But thanks to you, her prognosis is looking up.

You have the same blood type, O positive.

No markers for Parkinson's, Alzheimer's, cancer.

You won the genetic lottery.

And my prize for that is?

There's no reason why you can't survive this.

People live long and happy life with only half a brain.

You must have half a brain

if you think I'm going to believe that shit.

I'm going to die here.

You're just too much of a coward to say it.

I hope Rebecca bashes her fucking brains out just like Tad

and you have to watch!

You think making me watch

stupid fucking home videos

and wearing this ugly fucking dress

is going to change anything?

You took the Hippocratic oath. "Do no harm."

You know, for you,

I'm prepared to make an exception.

I'm here.

Did you move apartments? How did you keep this a secret?

You haven't seen the best part yet.

What is this place?

The future.

Here. Put these on.

Scrubs?

It's the only way I can let you see it.

Huh.

You remember what you said to me when we first started this?

Yeah, that you would change the world.

No, that we...

would change the world,

you and me, together.

You've... crossed so many lines.

I just couldn't let her go when I knew she could be fixed.

What have you done?

Sacrificing one life to save millions.

Help me.

Please.

This isn't right.

Wait. Wait.

How many?

How many what?

Donors, like that young woman there.

Oh, none. I came close a few times, but I couldn't do it.

-Bob, hey-- -Listen.

Becca is running out of time,

and that woman on the table, pure human trash, a thief.

No one will miss her.

When did you start judging patients?

She's not my patient. She's a con artist.

I found her in my kitchen, bleeding to death, and I saved her!

Saved her. For what? To-- To kill her?

Well, if that's what it takes to save thousands and thousands of people.

No, no, that's not what this is about. You want to save Rebecca.

Well, who the hell are you to judge?

Judge?

This isn't you, Bob.

You're playing God now.

Oh, please. Don't be naive. I'm a surgeon!

Okay? Every time I operate, God prays to me.

No.

No. You're not a surgeon. You're lost.

I-- I can't be part of this.

-Bradshaw. -No, no, no, no.

Brad-- Bradshaw!

Come on. Come on.

911. What's your emergen--

Bob.

We can figure this out, Bob.

I loved you like a brother,

but no one is stopping me.

Why am I just seeing this now?

What's up?

Neighbor near Kezian's address reported

hearing what sounded like a gunshot last night.

-Who looked into it? -Nobody. No units available.

With the reported gunshots and the doctored footage, we can get a warrant.

I'll call SWAT, have them meet us there.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay! Okay! Okay!

I got you. I got you. I got you. I got you.

Calm down. Calm down.

Okay. Okay.

NYPD!

You're under arrest!

Go, go, go.

Crace, go around back.

Got it.

Over there.

Clear!

Move, move, move. Let's go.

Clear.

Crace?

Repeat. What's your 20?

-Found another entrance. -I'm coming.

Team leader. Team leader. We have got something.

All right. Go, go, go, go.

Clear!

Clear!

The place is secure, ma'am. No one is here.

No one is here. No one is here.

Jesus. It's a morgue.

D'Angelo, he's not here.

Where the fuck is he?

You must have bought up half the neighborhood by now. Just sell.

Rebecca's parents had a place nearby.

It's nice to be close to family.

It's actually where I spend most of my nights.

Did you move apartments?

How did you keep this a secret?

Yes.

You're back.

You're back, my love.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Yes. Come to me.

A fist. Squeeze. Squeeze.

Who-- Who's the-- the--

the person?

Who?

Sadly, your donor did not survive the operation.

What was she like?

The donor.

Um...

I, uh...

Honestly, I never had a chance to meet her,

but, uh, as I understood, she had no family.

-Nice. -Mmm.

You probably guessed I'm a hugger,

so this shouldn't come as a shock.

S and J 4EVA.

Grazie mille.