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[dramatic music]

(Henry)
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.

(man on PA)
'Doors are closing.'

[speaking in foreign language]

How did you know I was Russian?

Korovka. Russian chocolate.
You have a smudge.

[chuckles]

Good luck
at the performance tonight.

Sorry.

I noticed the indentations
on your fingers.

At first I thought 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.

(man on PA)
'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.

[passengers screaming]

[brakes screeching]

(Henry)
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.

[thunder rumbling]

[ticking]

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.

[dramatic music]

Step aside, Doctor 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.

[gasping]

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.

[theme music]

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.

[car honking]

Only then would you know
what I do.

That eternity
is not really a blessing..

...but a curse.

[honking continues]

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.

[instrumental music]

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.

Sorry.

'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.

[police siren blares]

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 lockdown.'

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?

ME on the scene thinks
the conductor

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 ME'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.

[exhales]
Got it.

(Abe)
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...six.

Mm, call it a seven.

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.

(Henry)
Alright, 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.

(Henry)
Lucky bastard.

(Jo)
'How so?'

Um...Detective Jo Martinez.

'You have a cause of death
yet on the conductor?'

Uh, 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'd 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 'em 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.

[phone ringing]

Perhaps you'd like to
rethink that coffee.

Hey. It's for you.

'Says it's a friend.'

Hmm. Excuse me.

(Lucas)
'Well, that's weird.'

Which part?

He doesn't have any friends.

- Hello?
- 'Is this Henry Morgan?'

- 'Doctor Henry Morgan?'
- Speaking.

'Doctor 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.'

'Doctor 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.'

(Abe)
'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 choice.

'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.

(female #1)
'NYPD.'

(Anita)
'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 ME 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.

(Jo)
'I'm fine.'

'Follow that guy
with the pocket watch.'

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

[keys clacking]

B-b-back up.

'Stop.'

Right there.

Can you push in
right on that subway window?

You have got to be kidding me.

* And the good times they roll *

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.

* ...coming back for more *

* Oh yeah *

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

How do we fight back?

* ...takes us back
to where we were before *

* And at the end of everyday *

* Every possible way you.. **

[intense music]

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.

[instrumental music]

[humming]

Nice footwork,
Doctor Morgan.

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

Please don't remind me.

[chuckles]

- 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.

[knock on door]
'Yoo-hoo!'

There you are.
I'm going to grab some coffee.

- 'You want anything?'
- No, I'm fine.Thank you.

Alright.

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, QED."

'Shouldn't it say MD?'

"QED," quod erat demonstrandum.

It's used
in mathematical proofs.

It means "Which was
to be demonstrated."

(Lucas)
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.

(Abe)
What does QED
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.

(Henry)
'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?

Oh, it occured to me, but I
didn't think it was relevant.

I didn't wanna
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.

(Jo)
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 to a back car,
and just braced yourself.

Then you piled out with
the rest of the crowd.

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.

(Lucas)
'What exactly
are we looking for here?'

An entry point.

The killer had
to inject him somehow.

Here it is.

Look at the bruise.

(Lucas)
'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 UV light.

(Hanson)
'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?

Umm..

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.

[garage door opening]

[whispering]
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!

We need to neutralize it.
Here, ethanol.

Oh, God!

Aah!

What the hell's
wrong with you?

- Wait, wait.
- What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

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

(Hanson)
'Hans Koehler.'

Turns out he used
to be a chemist for DOW

until three years ago
when his wife, Karen

had an accident falling
on to 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 thought
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-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.

[chuckles]
Yeah, well, they do that.

What happened
to your husband?

Uh, he...he was a lawyer.

Was in DC
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.

[cell phone ringing]

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 soluable.

- 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.

It looks 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.

[train horn blaring]

(male conductor)
'All aboard!'

(Henry)
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.

(Henry)
I could be wrong.

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

(man on PA)
'Northbound train
to Morris Heights'

'University Heights,
Marble Hill, Queens..'

(Hanson)
'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.

[gunshot]

Detective!

(Koehler)
Get over here!

I can use your help.

Come on.

[groans]

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!

[gunshot]

(Koehler)
It's okay.

You're going
to a better place.

I don't know.

[car alarm beeping]

- 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?

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.

Uh, there's something
you're not telling me.

[telephone ringing]

Thanks.

Hello?

Yes. Hold on.

It's for you.

Hello?

(Adam)
'I just wanted to
make sure you're alright.'

'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.'

[disconnects]

I, uh, better go.

Henry.

Are you okay?

I'll survive.

Hmm.

[instrumental music]

- 'Watch your backs!'
- 'Quickly!'

I've seen a lot of death

a lot of pain,
a lot of suffering.

* I don't *

* Believe *

* The things I say *

* About us *

* When I'm drunk *

[baby wailing]

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

...a lot of beauty..

...a lot of wonder.

* When you're gone *

* In New York *

Are you a doctor?

This baby was just recovered
at one of the camps.

He appears to be
in perfect health.

* In New York *

* I walk the line *

* Of great unknowns *

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.

* Tell you so *

[instrumental music]

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.

* In New York **

Figured it was
pretty valuable.

It is.
Thank you.

(Abe)
'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 guy's chest
on 32nd and Park.

I requested you
as my ME.

You coming or what?

[Abe clears throat]

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.

[theme music]