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My name is Henry Morgan.

My story is a long one.

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

I need to find a key to unlock my curse.

Something happened nearly two centuries ago.

And I was transformed.

My life is just like yours...

Except for one small difference.

It never ends.

Every time I die, I always return in water,

and I'm always naked.

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

It's a long story.

I hope to see you again.

Thank you.

God, what I wouldn't give.

What you wouldn't give to what?

You'd break your hip, Abraham.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.

I was extremely dexterous in my youth.

Uh, perhaps we have a different
recollection of those days.

I seem to recall quite a few
trips to the dentist's office

when you were learning to ride your bike.

Well, we all evolve over time...
at least most of us do.

Oh, please tell me

you aren't slaving away
in that dungeon of yours.

Come on. It's the weekend.

I was in my laboratory, studying.

I've made an incredible
discovery about my condition.

That you can pass on the
secret of everlasting life?

Better. I may have just found a way to die.

Youth is wasted on the immortal.

So, I've been gathering
data on my awakenings.

- On your what?
- When I emerge from the water.

I'm uncomfortable with the term "rebirth. "

Strange that's the part that
makes you uncomfortable,

but, uh, okay.

Anyway, when charting
my exact reappearances,

as using witness accounts and
the occasional police report,

and comparing them with my
likely times of deaths...

Well, what?

Sometimes...

I stay dead longer.

Only by a few seconds
but still it's something.

I think it may have to do
with the method of death...

visceral damage versus nerve damage.

Where are you going? This is fascinating.

No, it's depressing. Well,
let me ask you a question.

I mean, let's say that one of these
cockamamie experiments really works.

I mean, would you really do it?

Do you want to be gone that badly?

Well, no. No.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

I want to grow old,

experience the cycle of life,

have gray hair, become
a curmudgeon like you.

Yeah, well...

Well, I, uh... I realize
that glaucoma and sciatica

must seem very glamorous to you.

But just because you can't grow old,

that doesn't mean you can't evolve.

Well, what would you have me do?

If I had your condition... everything.

Hey.

Hey, that's my briefcase!

Someone, help!

Ohh!

Stop him! Get him off me! Help!

Call 911!

There is a whole litany of things we can do

to keep death at bay...

Exercise, eat well, put on sunscreen.

And though you might try
to bargain with death,

bear no delusions.

It will find you.

So if you spend all your
time hiding from death,

or, in my case, searching for it,

I guess the question is,
were you ever really alive?

Morning, doc. How was your weekend?

Wistful stroll through Central Park, maybe?

Hulu "Scandal" marathon?

Maybe some scarf shopping?

- I worked.
- Okay.

Would you like to hear about my weekend?

- I would not.
- Good.

Because I was not interested in sharing.

Okay. Deceased name is
Bill Sayle, 67 years old.

EMS picked him up in Chinatown,

possibly killed by a mugger.

Judging by the state of his
knuckles, Mr. Sayle fought back.

Light concavity on his ring finger

says he must have worn a wedding ring,

but not for the last year,
since I don't see a tan line.

Also, there's some sort
of soot on his fingers.

Subtle gray flannel with a
hook vent and a soft shoulder.

It must have been bought
at least 30 years go,

but it's been re-tailored recently.

Stain on his shirt...
grape slushie, I believe.

Now, let's take a look at
what's going on underneath.

Whoa! He's ripped!

He's 67? He looks like me.

After my morning crunches.

What could have
done this to his body?

One thing's for sure...

Never can tell how old someone
is just by looking at him.

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Hey, hey, hey.

You didn't happen to move M-148536...

that John Doe with the
neck tattoos, did you?

Okay, thanks, Jim.

Hey, Anton. Thanks for the doughnut.

No problem.

Whoa. Careful.

We don't need more dead people around here.

Hey. Caught the mugger trying
to check into an urgent care.

Not the sharpest pencil in the box.

He still had the briefcase on him.

Should we be charging him with the homicide?

Mr. Sayle wasn't killed by the mugger.

He didn't have a single contusion, abrasion,

or laceration on him,
other than on his knuckles.

His heart was in perfect condition.

He had dense bone mass and
robust muscles and joints.

Okay, so, then, why did
this perfect specimen die?

His brain.

Look at the texture... the amyloid plaques.

- That's disgusting.
- It's as if he was suffering

from Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, and
Huntington's all at the same time.

Essentially, what we have
here is a 67-year-old man

with the body of a 30-year-old
and the brain of a 100-year-old.

So you're saying He died of natural causes.

I'd say the opposite of "natural. "

I found this concoction in his stomach.

In fact, there was nothing
else in his system.

Don't quote me just yet, but I
believe this is what killed him.

- What is it? Poison?
- Bile...

with a hint of... artificial vanilla.

A shake, maybe.

Yummy.

Mark Sayle, the decedent's
son, is here to talk to you.

It's not my dad.

- Excuse me?
- I mean, it's him.

It's just... that's not
the man who raised me.

My dad rode the train home
to my mom in New Jersey

every night for 35 years and
fell asleep on his recliner.

He certainly didn't have a body like that

or do crossfit

or stay out partying
with kids half his age...

Before...

Before your mother passed.

Of cancer. Two years ago.

After that, He became a different person.

He forgot about my mom,
and he forgot about us.

Will you give us permission to
open your father's briefcase?

That's my mom.

Yeah, she was beautiful.

We all have different
ways of dealing with loss.

He never forgot her.

What's this?

"Youth. Vitality. Vigor. "

The Ouroboros, or a snake
eating its own tail.

It suggests eternal renewal.

I wonder if that has something to do

with the condition of your father's body.

Or maybe this does.

Looks like about 7 grand.

You have any idea what this was for?

No. He definitely didn't get
that kind of money from me.

It seems logical why he would chase
down his briefcase in Chinatown.

You know what he was doing there?

He lived in Jersey.

Always told me he hated downtown.

I guess there was a lot I
didn't know about my dad.

So, this is where Bill Sayle ended up,

but it's not gonna help us much.

The mugger decided which direction to run.

We got to figure out where he started.

Hmm.

There.

Skid marks?

They're fresh.

Bill Sayle had a layer
of soot on his left hand

and a line of it on his left pant leg.

He must have crossed the street...

and almost got hit by a car.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Over there.

I found noodle fragments and wood
splinters in Bill Sayle's shoes.

Hey, Henry. This is weird, even for you.

What are you doing?

Hints of grape slushie.

There was a stain on his shirt.

The old pickpocket routine...
spill, grab, and run.

This is where Bill Sayle started.

Around the corner is where his night ended.

So, where was he going with all that cash?

A 67-year-old man who hated downtown.

He didn't fit in here.

And neither does she.

Heels that high means she
doesn't do much walking.

- She gets driven.
- I'm willing to bet she knows

what you can get around here for 7 grand.

An Ouroboros.

- Indeed.
- All right, get behind me.

I wonder what they're selling here.

Youth. Vitality. Vigor.

Welcome to Aterna.

I'm Dr. Frederick Gardner.

Let me ask you one simple question...

Do you want to live forever?

I thought so.

What exactly is it that
you sell here, doctor?

Youth. Vitality.

Vigor. Yeah... we heard. But specifically?

Our premier product is called Aterna.

It's essentially a high-end supplement

that has revolutionized aging.

How high-end are we talking?

Well, given the proprietary
nature of the research,

a regimen of Aterna can get quite pricy.

Here's our menu list.

Your clients spend thousands of
dollars a week just to look young?

No.

To be young, detective.

Aterna makes you a
better version of yourself.

There's a reason professional athletes

turn to performance-enhancing drugs

and a reason why they were banned.

It's because they worked.

For the rest of us,

we can literally turn back the clock.

This is the future of medicine.

Except that one of your patients died.

Well, we don't guarantee everlasting life...

just more vitality while you're here.

The reality is many of our clientele

are in the twilight of their years.

Unless it was your product that killed him.

We take every measure to make
sure Aterna is completely safe.

We're registered with the FDA.

If I thought there was anything
dangerous about Aterna,

I wouldn't drink it every day.

So, tell me, doctor, what exactly is in it?

Well, it's a bit complex.

I'll try and keep up.

Let's say we took into
account the newest research

in human growth hormone...

coenzyme Q10, testosterone,
TA-65, and others.

Mm, yeah, about that... we're gonna
need a sample to take with us.

I'm sorry, detective.

Demand has been so high

that we have a waiting list a mile long.

I don't think you understand.
This is an NYPD investigation.

Well, if that's true, I would feel much
more comfortable if you had a warrant.

Dr. Gardner? May I speak
with you for a moment?

Privately.

Excuse me.

Dr. Gardner's had two very
skillful plastic surgery procedures.

He's had his jaw line shaved
down and a rhinoplasty.

So he's a little vain.

That's what they're selling around here.

One procedure's very feminizing,

and the other's made his nose longer.

Both very strange choices for a man

who cares so much about his appearance.

Yeah, but not for someone who's
looking to drastically change himself.

Things are piling up.

I need to get back to my patients.

Thank you so much for your time.

What you're doing here sounds amazing.

You don't happen to have a card, do you?

Well, sure. There's one in my office.

- It's right this way.
- Does it have your personal number?

I mean, just in case I have a question.

There you are.

Thanks.

I beg your pardon. I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm new here, and, uh...
I'm a little bit hesitant.

- How has your experience been?
- Amazing.

You have nothing to be worried about.

I mean, Aterna's changed my life.

I'm sure, I guess, that wasn't too hard.

Because of your recent divorce?

How did you know that?

You're reading a magazine

with a subscription label
that calls you "Mrs. ,"

and yet you don't have a wedding ring.

He wanted the younger model.

- Well, that was foolish on his part.
- Mm.

Careful.

- Oh! Ooh.
- Oh, I'm so sorry!

It's fine. I'm a klutz.

Please. Allow me.

Thank you. It's fine.

Oh.

Thank you.

Uh, for what it's worth...

From my perspective, you don't need Aterna.

Well, you're just saying
that because I'm on it.

Were you just flirting with that woman?

She had a kind smile.
But purely for research.

I want to know what's inside this.

Very suave.

While you were doing that,
I lifted the doctor's prints.

What are the chances Dr.
Gardner's hiding something?

So, let me ask you again...
do you want to live forever?

The future of medicine is here.

Hudson Valley Sanitarium
will be open for business

with all the newest and
most relevant equipment.

Electrotherapy, hydrotherapy...

scientifically proven to treat everything

from neuralgia to tuberculosis
and tic douloureux.

We combine modern medicine...

Electricity cleaning
bacteria from your blood.

Radioactive water fixing nerve damage.

People actually believe this nonsense?

Well, I think people will do anything

to keep death at bay... even you.

Let's change that.
- Me?

How so?

I seem to recall a certain
physician pleading for mercy

after an errant eve at Delmonico's.

Gin and oysters will make a
mule of any man.

James, these patients are legitimately ill

and need the counsel of real doctors.

Oh, come on now, Henry.

There's no need to take
it as a personal affront.

But this man's a charlatan,

giving these people false hope.

Look, medicine changes so rapidly.

Who knows what the future holds?

But maybe one of these wonder drugs

will keep you alive someday.

Are you happy with the way you feel today?

Let's change that!

I thought you were gonna get
out of this dungeon of death.

I'm not studying death.

I'm doing research on a wonder drug...

a modern-day fountain of youth.

Speaking for all of us septuagenarians,

I must ask, does it work?

It's too early to tell, but
my instinct is probably not.

I can't even decipher what's in it.

What have you found so far?

Well, it seems to be a blend of hormones

mixed with concentrated
doses of vitamins and minerals

and some sort of mammalian cellular matter.

Beef protein, perhaps?

Sounds delicious. Maybe I should try it.

Oh, I'd be careful. The
decedent looked great

had the body of a man half his age,

but his brain was full of holes.

Ah. Well, maybe I'll hold off.
Age gracefully, like you.

Thank you, Abe.

You don't look a day over 200.

All right, 250.

Hey, hey, Smitty. Hey.

Uh, where did, uh, Jane Doe 8611 go?

How the hell should I know?
Who signed her out last?

Which... uh...

Your signature. Where did you put her?

Come on, man. You got to help me.

Two... two MEs got fired
last year for losing one body,

and I... may have lost two.

- Two?!
- Yeah. Shh, shh, shh.

Okay? I'm... I'm in serious
trouble here. I'm freaking out.

Today, in particular, I am
super-psyched I'm not you.

See ya!

Well...

Detective. There you are.

I've spent all night distilling and
separating the compounds found in Aterna.

Sounds like a real bender. And?

Traces of ubiquinol,
idebenone, fluoxymesterone,

and extracts from astragalus membranaceus.

I have no idea what you just said.

Dr. Gardner mentioned some of the
premium compounds found in Aterna.

These are cheaper variations.
He's been cutting corners.

And if he is, he may have put in something

that caused real damage
to his patients' brains.

- Like eating holes through them?
- Exactly.

Except Dr. Gardner isn't Dr. Gardner.

I pulled his prints from his business card.

His real name is Harold Price.

Zero medical training.

Two years ago, he had a
wellness clinic in Miami,

where two of his patients died mysteriously.

He shut the clinic down
and disappeared until now.

If there's something lethal in Aterna,

we have to close that clinic down.

I already filed for an injunction.

- You better pack your swimsuit.
- Excuse me?

Oh, we have to pay the doctor a house call.

He's in the Hamptons.

Well, only the best money can buy.

Be nice, detective.

They may be very kind women.

They're only playing the
cards they've been dealt.

Not everyone was born so lucky.

Are you trying for charming?

Oh, please, you must know
that you're attractive...

scientifically speaking.

The distance between your eyes
is 44% the width of your face.

46% is considered optimal,
but you're in the zone.

Wide eyes, high cheekbones...

it's not my taste, mind you.
I prefer a more flawed look.

But empirically speaking,
detective, you're quite hot.

Looks don't go very far
in my chosen profession.

It's more of a liability, actually.

And I appreciate the effort to conceal them.

But just so you know, it's not working.

There you are... the good doctor.

Not sure I sent you an invite.

You two seem a bit overdressed.

I'm sure we could find something
for you to slip into, detective.

Hmm, not actually planning on staying.

Just came to give you a lift.

Hoping you would join us downtown.

Sounds like a blast.

But as you can see, I
have company in my home.

I'm confused. Whose home is this?

Dr. Gardner's or Mr. Price's?

That is your real name, right? Harold Price.

What are they talking about?
Who is Harold Price?

Dr. Gardner's real
name before he changed it.

He opened a wellness clinic in
Florida where two patients died.

That was not my fault.

Honey, let me just clarify this
misunderstanding with them,

and I'll come and join
you in a minute, okay?

It was a terrible thing that happened.

But I assure you that I had
nothing to do with their deaths.

I have no doubt.

You have neither the
training nor the intellect

to conceive a drug as complex as Aterna.

But we need to know who did.

Not here.

I'll come with you.

Can I at least
put some clothes on?

I wish you would.

Well, hello again.

Do I... Know you?

We met at the Aterna office.

I probably had on a scarf.

I'm sorry. I don't remember.

Ohh! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Perhaps you've had enough to drink.

I don't drink alcohol.

Sparkling water?

I need names, photos,

and statements of every
person at this party... now.

So, the killer likely entered
here coming from the pool.

He attacked Dr. Gardner from behind

with an arm around his throat.

Yeah, the mirror would
have shown his reflection,

but the victim never turned.

He was stabbed in the
fifth intercostal space

at the left eternal
border... a precise wound.

A precise killer. Didn't waste a moment.

Excuse me? May I borrow those?

You got something?

A single stab wound
with a disposable scalpel.

We're looking for someone
with medical training.

Look at those spots.

It's like something's eating his brain.

Dr. Gardner was suffering

from the same neurodegenerative
disorder as Bill Sayle was.

So if he didn't get stabbed...

He would have died anyway.

Wow. That is massively unlucky.

Or lucky, if you consider getting stabbed

less painful than your brain
turning to Swiss cheese.

The one correlation we have...
they were both taking Aterna.

Yeah, but we ran the tox reports.

- We found nothing.
- I don't believe in nothing.

I'm a scientist and,
quite frankly, a skeptic.

There's always something,

so long as you know what to look for.

When Mulgrave told me,
I thought he was joking.

What are you doing here, James?

I'm just trying to feel better, live longer.

You've read the literature.

Are you toying with me?

We laughed about people who did this.

Well, maybe we've been closed-minded, then.

There's no logical reason
for you to be here.

- This isn't science. This is magic.
- Stop.

Now you're being a fool.
I'm taking you out of here.

Calm down, Henry. You...

Yes.

Your gift for instant diagnosis is correct.

James... we're gonna fix this.

We're both men of science.

The Europeans have been reporting
all sorts of novel treatments.

There is no cure for tuberculosis.

We don't even know what causes it.

Yes, we are men of science, Henry...

Until it fails us.

Tuberculosis!

Is that still a thing?

For centuries, it's been
turning healthy lungs

into rotting, decaying tissue.

I just ordered Chinese.

We didn't even know it was a
bacterial infection until 1882.

And then it took us
another 20 years to learn

that it can be transmitted
via infected cow's milk.

Okay, so how does that tie into our case?

I was looking for a compound in Aterna

that could be causing this damage,

but what if the Aterna itself
was infected with something?

Wouldn't you have seen it on the tox report?

- Not if it was a prion disease.
- A what?

Prions... they're neither
bacterial nor viral.

And they're not alive.
They're simply bits of protein.

That's why they never
showed up on any tests.

But when prions infect you,

they cause bizarre neurological symptoms

because they're eating
holes through your brains.

What are you doing?

I-I have to get ahold of every
person who ever went to that clinic,

get them to stop drinking this stuff,

and I'm gonna need you to
explain that prion thing

to a whole bunch of city officials.

Jo... It gets worse.

You catch a prion disease by
ingesting infected tissue.

And prions reside in human neuro tissue.

Brains?

These people are eating brains?

Drinking them.

The more important question is this...

Where are those brains coming from?

How many missing Jane and
John Does are there, Lucas?

You know about the missing bodies?

You've been nervous about
losing something for two days

because you never lose anything...

not since you left your father's
first-edition "Dune" novel

on the subway when you were 6.

You remember that story.

How many, Lucas?

Yes! Uh... between us, Brooklyn,

Bronx, Queens, Staten Island,

I've tracked down 12 over the last year.

You have lists of who could
have checked out the bodies.

I've talked to every morgue attendant,

every MSAT driver.

You tell me every single
detail of your life.

Do that now, beginning
with the missing John Doe.

Now? Just... uh, o-o-okay,
well, that was Monday.

And, um...

Oh, and it was my ex-girlfriend's birthday.

So I walked into storage,

thinking about how she loved black labs.

Why don't I just get her one?

Go on.

Uh, I was drinking a Colombian dark roast

that I got from that place
that does the pour-overs,

and the flavors melded perfectly

with the doughnut that I was eating.

Tell me about the doughnut, Lucas.

The doughnut?

Lucas doesn't usually eat doughnuts.

Eh, it was... yeasty.
But it wasn't too yeasty.

The texture was delightful.

They come from this special
bakery down in Brighton Beach.

I saw you licking sugar off
your fingers that morning,

and you don't live in Brighton Beach.

Who gave you the doughnuts, Lucas?

Anton.

Anton Vann, our EMS guy.

He... he brings me one
every time he delivers a body.

To distract you when he leaves with another.

Hey, this is Jo Martinez. I
need a BOLO on one Anton Vann.

NYPD. Don't move.

Do not move!

Anton, you're under arrest.

We have records to prove

you stole 12 John and
Jane Does across the city

to harvest their pituitary glands.

They
didn't need them anymore.

Maybe you should take this
a little more seriously.

You're gonna get at least
10 years for fraud, theft,

tampering with a corpse.

But that is child's play,

compared to a sentence for
the murder of Harold Price.

Who?

Dr. Gardner.

We have witnesses who
place you at his party.

We also checked your ambulance.

Your kit was missing one disposable scalpel.

And guess what Price was stabbed with.

Who was Harold Price working
with to make the Aterna?

Now, he didn't have a science background.

He was just a salesman.

You give me a name,
and I will talk to the DA.

Or I could have a conversation
with Immigration.

I am sure they would just
love to send you back home,

have you stand trial in the Ukraine.

I made the Aterna.

I trained to be a chemist in Ukraine.

But when I moved to America,
this was all I could do.

You ready to put that in writing?

Yes. I'll put all of it in writing.

Excuse me.

You're gonna break the
mirror. You realize that?

I apologize.

Before you secure a confession,

I need you to ask Anton something verbatim.

"When you extracted the complex peptide

"from the pituitary gland,

did you use the Ribowsky method?"

My colleague has a simple question...

when you extracted the complex peptide

from the pituitary glands,

did you use the Ribowsky method?

Of course I did.

He didn't do it.

Which part of it?

Anton definitely stole
the Jane and John Does,

and he murdered Dr. Gardner... that's clear.

But there's no Ribowsky method.

He doesn't have the scientific
experience to have created Aterna.

Sorry to interrupt,

but we found this when
we closed down the clinic.

It's a list of all the Aterna patients.

Okay, we've got to get ahold of
every single one of these people,

get them to stop drinking this stuff.

Henry? Are you all right? Hey.

Are you okay?

Uh, this painting would be a
fine addition to any collection.

But what about resale value?

Well, I always thought beautiful
women never go out of style.

Abraham! Did you take it?!

- Take what?
- I'm sorry. The store's closed.

Hey! Hey... hey, come back in five

after this crazy gentleman has cooled off.

Oh, don't joke about this, Abraham!

Did you take the Aterna?!

What?! Why would you think that?

Because I saw your name
on the list of patients.

Oh, somebody slipped me a
brochure at a mahjong tournament.

I only went in for a consultation.

I never took any of it.

So you lied to me... right to my face.

What happened to growing old gracefully?

I've done it. Now I'm old,
and I've done it gracefully.

So, what? You want to be young?

No! Well...

Maybe. Some...

Sure.

That's not why I went up there.

Then why?

Because...

Because sometimes I worry.

I mean, I think...

Who's gonna take care of you when I'm gone?

And by the way, you should
know me better than that.

I'm a doctor's son.

Do you think I'd be taken
in by any of that hokum?

I asked them so many questions,

they had to trot the chemist
out to explain it to me.

What chemist?

The beautiful one. And she's smart, too.

God, what eyes.

Would you know her if you saw her?

Hey, don't insult me.

Eyes a little bigger, a-and
the jaw not so square.

Are you familiar with Ingrid Bergman?

She has Ingrid's eyes.

Um...

Th-that's close. That's close.

Your sister is here to see you.

Go now.

Got it. Got a match.

That's Dr. Gardner's girlfriend.

She was the brains behind Aterna.

Sasha Savchenko... 28.
She's a Ukrainian chemist.

Moved here on a medical school visa in 2011.

Last known address in Brighton Beach,

living with her brother.

Anton Vann.

1 train now arriving.

We have a unit headed
to her house right now.

Dr. Morgan? Your, uh,
roommate is on the phone.

Hello?

I see the chemist from the clinic.

The beautiful one. I'm gonna follow her.

Stay right where you are, Abraham!

Where are you? I left the
precinct. I went to the subway.

I'm... I'm at...

Abe?!

I need you to put out a BOLO on this woman.

Henry, do you have a photo of Abe?

It's Wednesday, so Abe should be heading

to the Russian bars on 50th and Broadway.

The next 1 train station is at 18th Street.

But given the frequency of the trains
uptown at this hour of the day,

he should be at 23rd in 6 minutes.

Next stop... 23rd Street.

Hello? This is Henry Morgan's roommate.

Please stand clear
of the closing doors.

I'm on the 1 train.

Still on at 23rd, but I think...

She didn't get out at 23rd.

Next stop... 34th Street-Penn Station.

Hello? Hello?

She's getting off. She's getting off.

She's getting out.

Officer!

I need you to arrest that woman.

- Why? What did she do?
- I-it's a little complicated.

She's a chemist who's been making,

uh, shakes out of human brains.

O-kay. Have you eaten today, sir?

A little nosh. What does
that got to do with anything?

- Take it easy, sir. Hey.
- Take your hands off me.

- Check all the incoming cars.
- Abe!

- Oh!
- Do you know this guy?

Thank God. Will you tell this moron

that I'm here on official police business?

- No, you're not!
- Hey, w-which way did she go?

There! There!

Hey, hey! What about me?!

Keep him there!

Sir... don't call me a moron.

You were at the party.

I'm not the police, Sasha.

I'm a doctor, just like you studied to be.

I know you've been making the Aterna.

I... didn't know it was hurting people.

I-I wasn't going to sell it.
I was going to destroy it.

I believe you.

It was good when we used the stem-cell line,

but... they were expensive.

He threatened to tell INS about me

if I didn't do what he wanted.

And that's why you asked
your brother for help.

I just wanted to work.

You can't imagine what I was giving people,

what I was able to do.

It was your brother that
killed Dr. Gardner, not you.

Anton was scared someone
would find out about me.

Dr. Gardner didn't deserve to die.

None of those people deserved to die.

But it's my fault.

Stop! Drop the bag!

- Put your hands up where I can see them!
- Jo, wait!

- Drop it!
- I have to go now.

- Stop!
- Henry!

You're too young to die.

We managed to get in touch
with all the Aterna clients,

and the first question out
of everyone's mouth was,

"when will I be able to get more?"

Everyone wants to be young again.

Not everybody.

I worry about you, detective.

You have breakfast at your
desk before anyone arrives

and dinner after everyone leaves.

Then you go home to sleep.

There's more to life.

Be careful, Henry.

You start talking about the
perfect symmetry of my face again,

and I'll draw my sidearm.

Abe's always telling me to enjoy life.

I think I'm doing the same thing here.

This is the most exciting city in the world.

There is someone out there

for all those breakfasts and dinners.

Yeah, well, I already found him.

He's gone.

Good night, detective.

Good night, Henry.

As sad and dreadful as death may be,

it forces us to cherish every
moment because the truth is...

Life is precious because it's finite.

We're not giving up hope.

I've been reading European journals.

The French have seen results
with plombage to collapse lungs.

No.

There are still options.

No.

Henry...

I should have stopped a long time ago.

I wanna go outside.

Don't give up.

I'm not.

Seeing it all as it should be.

Henry, look.

Look around.

It's just all so beautiful.

When you're immortal, you
have to be reminded of beauty.

Days stretch into years,
stretch into centuries.

Time can lose its meaning.

I mean, that... that was
amazing yesterday, huh?

Just like my old activist days at Berkeley.

And I got arrested! Ha!

I tell you something...
I feel 40 years younger.

I feel 40 years older.

I just need some alone time in my lab.

I found another tidbit for my chart.

I-I-I refuse to allow you to
spend one more moment in there.

Come on. I-I-I-I need you
to help me with something.

So however long you live,

even though that might prove
a very, very long time...

You must tell yourself to live every day...

Every hour, as if it could be your last.

This may be a terrible idea.

Yeah. Or a great one.

Are you absolutely
sure you want to do this?

You only live once.

I'll see you on the other side.

Yahoo!