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In this city of night,

in this city of millions,

there are countless stories.

This is one

of two loverswho shared a bond

that changed their livesforever.

It is my story.

How compassion opened my heart

to a world where goodnessand truth were stronger

than hate or fear.

Then... one day,

she was taken from me

by the forces of evilshe had battled

so bravely.

And now, alone with her memory,

yet armed with her courage,

I have sworn to fightthose who would kill

or harm or destroy

in the hope that one day

I will findwhat all men seek to find--

my destiny.

Vincent, what is it?

I was... lost...

the storm.

You were dreaming.

There is no storm.

You're in your chamber.

My...

My chamber...

Last night, I was above... in the park.

Jamie found you

at the junction door.

You'd been shot.

Ooh, rest...

Vincent.

It'll be all right.

It's the second time

he's fallen asleep on watch.

Is this true, Stephen?

I never meant to...

I was tired, that's all.

I didn't get much sleep.

You didn't get any sleep at all.

Well, how long has this been going on?

You should've told me.

Insomnia can be the first symptoms

of, uh...

Uh-huh.

It's my fault too.

Stephen was with me.

It's not like there were any intruders or anything.

Nobody got hurt.

This time.

Look, Stephen, there is nothing wrong with wanting to be

with someone you care about,

but you mustn't ignore your other responsibilities.

Maybe...

Maybe if I did some extra turns at sentry duty...

Yes.

I think that would be very fair.

And you can start...

Tomorrow might be good.

Thank you, Father.

Thanks.

How long has this been going on?

Last time I looked,

they were still fighting over toys.

Mary needs you right away.

Vincent's waking up.

Oh, thank God.

I dreamt...

there was a storm in the tunnels.

He's still feverish.

Oh, we'll get a grip on that soon enough.

Peter sent down some antibiotics.

We'll have to watch out for infection, of course,

but otherwise, I'd prescribe a few weeks bed rest.

I have to go above.

Vincent! Father...

That's out of the question. Vincent...

No, no... You're much too weak. I have to...

I took two bullets out of you last night.

You've been running a fever for hours.

You're in no condition to go anywhere.

I'll get William to bring you up a light meal,

if you think you can manage some food.

You need your strength.

Now, Mary, keep him in bed,

and if there's any change at all in his condition,

report to me at once.

That fever, Father, he's burning up.

Yes, yes, I know it.

It frightens me, too, Mary.

But, uh, maybe the antibiotics will, um...

You know how quickly he heals,

but with this massive blood loss...

Maybe a transfusion?

With his blood chemistry, a transfusion

would likely kill him.

No, the only cure is time.

And he must not reopen those wounds.

Any more blood loss and...

Cold night.

Yes. Winter's coming.

How long have you been here?

Just long enough to make sure you came alone.

I've outgrown those games.

I have a job for you.

I'm retired.

Un-retire.

Why should I?

There's money in it.

You're boring me.

For old time's sake.

For old time's sake...

I could kill you quick.

You could try...

but then there'd be no one left to blame.

You'd be all alone.

I heard about your little war.

It's no challenge for me to kill a guy like Elliott Burch.

Well, Burch is an inconvenience.

I... wouldn't dream of wasting

a man of your talents on him.

There are others ways to solve that problem.

You've heard about our little merry-go-round murders?

Friends of yours?

I had years invested in Moreno.

That's too bad.

Politicians don't come with a warranty.

Do you?

Moreno and Gates were ripped apart.

Eviscerated by some thing

with inhuman strength and speed.

The police are keeping a lid on it.

They seem to think the particulars might be

too ugly for, uh... public consumption.

You might be interested in this.

The night this tape was made,

eight armed men were ripped apart,

like Moreno.

Creature features.

Maybe I should make popcorn.

Snow.

I have a child.

A son.

I don't kill children anymore.

Not even yours.

Police continueto remain silent

on last night'sbrutal slasher murders

at the Central Park carousel,

pending the results of an autopsy.

The appointment of an acting district attorney to serve out

the remainder of John Moreno's term is expected

by the end of the day,

but so far, the mayor's office has refused comment on rumors

linking Moreno to organized crime.

On Wall Street, spokesmen for Burch Properties Group had

no comment on the company's continued sharp decline.

What's that?

It's a rose bush.

A former rose bush.

Don't you usually prefer live plants?

It was Cathy Chandler's.

I found it out on her terrace.

Come on, baby.

Have another drink. I know you are going to make it.

I don't think so.

No, this one's got life in it.

I can feel it.

Am I gonna see you for dinner tonight?

Um...

Not tonight.

Spelunking again?

Only in Manhattan.

Pascal.

I'm not disturbing you.

No. Come in.

Just came to see how you were doing;

whether you needed anything.

Father and Mary have made sure I lack for nothing,

though they're both determined to keep me in this chamber.

Only till you're well.

You need to recuperate.

It seems as though I've spent half my life recuperating.

Great Expectations.

Do you remember the first time we read this book?

We all took turns.

Winslow, Devin, Molly.

It was...

the book I read to Catherine when I...

I didn't mean to awaken painful memories.

Some memories never sleep.

Bitter and sweet,

dark and bright,

they stay with us.

When I read the books I shared with Catherine...

I can feel her presence...

in the room with me.

Beyond the light of the candle,

listening...

smiling...

...but afterwards, when the... story ends

and I put the book down to look for her...

...all stories end, Pascal.

Yes.

But we can always read them again.

"My father's family name being Pirrup,

"and my Christian name Phillip,

"my infant tongue can make of both names

"nothing longer

or more explicit than Pip."

Uh-huh.

Excuse me? G-7.

Excuse me, are these the only maps that you have

of the tunnels under Central Park?

I'm afraid so.

What are you looking for?

Last night, I was underneath this building

on Central Park West,

and there was this whole network

of these old brick tunnels down there...

And you can't find them on the maps.

No, I can't.

Doesn't surprise me.

There are hundreds of miles of old tunnels down there.

Did you know that when they built

the subways,

they found a station from an earlier subway

that had been forgotten for 30 years?

It's true.

Can you imagine,

losing a whole subway station?

Mm, yeah, well, just so long it's not Fourth Street,

'cause that's where I've got to change trains.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Gabriel.

How did you get in here?

I have 20 men patrolling the grounds.

Nineteen.

I watched your tape,

then I went to the carousel.

Your friend Moreno wounded him.

The blood spots... faint.

The NYPD, they missed it.

I followed the trail.

It dead ends at a drainage tunnel under the park.

Sometimes a dead end is the best place to begin.

He's beautiful...

Yes.

Qin Dynasty grave figure.

2,000 years old.

I'm not talking about the stupid statue.

He's not human.

So few of us are these days.

What do you think he is?

My enemy.

You're frightened, Gabe.

You're not sleeping nights,

knowing that he's out there somewhere.

But I'm gonna fix it for you.

So you can sleep like a babe.

Papa.

Then do it!

If you can.

I can.

Uh, can I help you?

No, I'm fine.

Well, you're sitting at my desk.

This is Cathy Chandler's desk.

That was before I was hired.

Oh.

Okay.

Um, look, could you tell me

where the, uh, District Attorney's office is?

Yeah, uh, down the hall.

Uh-huh. Third door

on the right,

past the water fountain. Great. Thank you.

Excuse me. I'm Diana Bennett.

I'm looking for the new acting district att--

Joe.

Hi.

You? Well,

till the next election, anyway.

Weird thing is, the suspension worked out in my favor.

All the dirt turning up on Moreno,

was a good as a commendation.

You don't look too happy about this promotion.

I used to dream that, someday, I'd sit behind this desk.

Only I didn't want it to happen this way.

You see, I trusted John Moreno.

Oh, you shouldn't trust anybody.

Gotta get used to that feeling.

You got no friends in this world, Maxwell.

I don't believe that.

Ah, good for you.

Now, you sent for me.

Yeah, I did.

I want you on the Moreno case.

Does this mean that you're taking me off of Cathy Chandler's case?

It's the same case.

I think we both know that.

Well, I guess we do.

Vincent!

Dear God, are you all right?

What is it?

Storm-- I saw it coming.

Snow howling through the junction door.

Wind as cold as death.

There is no storm, Vincent.

I could feel it.

You had a dream.

This was more than a dream.

Just listen

to yourself, Vincent.

Snow? Wind? That's absurd.

No storm can reach us down here, you know that.

It's your fever talking.

No.

I saw the dead-- frozen and faceless.

I saw my own death.

And now you seek it out.

Do you want to die, is that it?

She's gone, Vincent!

You can't buy her life back

with your own blood.

You won't find her again by embracing death.

Are you so sure, Father?

Vincent?

Vincent!

How is he?

He's gone above.

He can't. He's in no condition.

I know... but he wouldn't listen.

We'll go after him, bring him back.

For his own good. No! No.

But I want you to get a message to

Pascal.

Tell him I want an all-quiet on the pipes.

And put all the sentries

on full alert.

Why?

Just, uh...

Just in case.

What's wrong?

An all-quiet.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Father put all the sentries on special alert.

An intruder?

No one's seen anything.

Have you heard from all the outposts? Yes.

Except Stephen.

He's down by the water tunnels.

He's probably asleep.

Send it again.

Use the emergency reply code.

Do you?

Oh, Stephen.

I love your eyes.

So silly, I love your eyes.

Like my eyelashes?

What's the matter?

The pipes.

Listen. I only...

Shh.

I better go check.

Stay here.

Okay.

No! No!

No...!

Any news on Stephen?

No. Did you use

the emergency-reply code?

Twice.

Do you think something's wrong?

I don't know.

Who's manning the outpost underneath the Belvedere Castle?

Old Sam.

He's the closest.

Have him check on Stephen.

Zach?

Tell him to be careful.

What was his name?

Your boy's name?

Stephen.

Stephen.

And yours?

Look at me!

Your name?

Broo... Brooke. Brooke.

Close your eyes, Brooke.

You won't feel any pain.

I'm coming.

"Vincent."

Where are you?

It's my fault.

I should have gone myself.

I thought...

Sam was the closest.

I sent him to be killed.

Pascal, no.

You couldn't have known.

Mouse heard gunfire. Where?

Down in the serpentine, under the north well.

They were headed down.

Vincent's leading him away from us.

I'm going to go get my crossbow. Come back!

Jamie, come back here!

God's sake, do you think you're

going to stop this... this butcher with a child's toy?

Don't you understand?

Vincent saw his own death.

He's gone up there to die.

To buy our lives... with his own.

"Greater love hath no man than this...

"that a man lay down his life...

...for his friends."

Now, please, let us not throw away this gift.

Okay... that's one for you.

I know you're out there.

Whew.

Time for the endgame.

You can run, hide...

it doesn't matter.

When you look behind you, I'll be there.

Where are you?

Here.

I can't see you.

I know.

Do you have a name?

Yes.

I always learn the names.

All the names.

Do you?

I know their faces.

I don't suppose you'd want to call this a draw?

I guess that's a no.

He sent you.

Who? Gabriel?

Is that his name?

One of them.

It's your child, isn't it?

That's why he wants it.

Here.

A peace offering.

You still there?

I'm tired of playing ring-around-the-rosy.

That game ends how?

All fall down.

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

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