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Prehistoric
chicks are kind of hot.

- I'd tap that.
- Yeah, I bet you would.

Look at this
guy. He's like, half animal...

Uh, he's the same as us.

Homo Sapiens, everyone?

Genetically, biologically
no different than you or I.

We even live in the same
geological epoch as them.

The Holocene.

Now, it started right
after the last ice age.

The fact is Cro-Magnon is an out-dated
term that... it merely separates

them as Europeans,
as opposed to Africans.

Any of this ringing a bell?

You know,
they had the same...

hopes and fears as us.
The same...

ties to family and group.

Uh, actually, I think they had
stronger ties to group than us.

And to their
fellow living creatures.

But let's think about it. If
this man were alive today...

He would be very old.

Especially considering most
never made it past thirty-two.

He might even appreciate
antibiotics and running shoes.

But what would he think of what
we've done with our world today?

This small knit group that
he would have died to maintain

is now a self-involved
generation of social media addicts

so far removed from his
perception of humanity

it has to seem alien.

She's talking
about you, bro!

Sorry.

Let's talk about tools.

You're a tool.

The most basic
tool would be a simple rock.

With a hammer stone
you can break another rock

and create a sharp edge.

Now, this sharp flake of
stone can be used to skin...

You almost done?

Not really.

Can't you just
take pictures?

That's not the assignment.

Professor Shulman wants us
to identify the

individual markers that
indicate a skull is, say...

Paranthropus Boisei

versus
Paranthropus Robustus.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

That's ProfessorYoung.

What the hell
is he doing here?

Professor Kittriss
is giving those kids a tour.

Oh, and he tags along.
That's so cute.

For God's sake, Tara,
they live together.

And besides,
he's like a thousand.

Um... Forty, tops.

Plus, Kittriss
is a little hottie,

so I gotta step up my game.

You coming?

Yeah, I... I guess.

ProfessorYoung, hi.

It is just
so cool seeing you here.

Isabel and I were just
doing some research.

I'm taking Shulman's
EarlyTransitional Humans.

Sketching femurs
and jawbones?

Yep.

Okay, here we go.

Smaller braincase,
slight crest

on the top of the skull,
wide upperjaw,

- but small teeth?
- Homo Habilis.

- Well done.
- Wait.

You teach
comparative religion.

There's more to human
history than religion, Tara.

For sure, yeah.

We were just going to go grab
coffee. Do you want to join?

I'm gonna grab a bite
with Professor Kittriss

when she finishes.
But thank you.

You like these Cro-Magnons?

Well, they're more of a
mash-up of various early humans,

but I like
the cave paintings.

Me, too.

Hey, let's get a shot
in front of the display.

Uh...
Isabel...

Carolyn told me you wanted
to borrow some books.

Come by any time,
take whatever you want.

If I haven't read them yet,
I probably won't.

Um...
Thank you, Professor Young.

You're welcome.
I'll see you girls in class.

Thanks.

"I like the paintings."

Dude, he knows more about this stuff than
the museum people. They're called curators.

My point is,
he's a very brilliant man.

With a great ass.

- Hey, hon.
- Hey.

You should come running
with me some time.

Running from what?

- To stay in shape.
- Nah.

I, uh... need a shower.

You want to come
wash my back?

In truth, yes.
However...

How's this batch?

Any geniuses I should
be on the lookout for?

You mean, anyone who can
write a coherent sentence?

You remember when kids went to
college to expand their minds?

Now, it seems to be just a perfunctory
step on their way to Silicon Valley.

And those are the good ones.

I don't know.

You really think young people have
changed that much in twenty years?

I like this gray.

Mnh-mnh.

But if it bugs you,
then color it.

I won't tell.

You know Muhammad
dyed his hair?

See? If it's good enough
for the prophet, then...

Nobody notices except you.

Okay.

And he hasn't aged a day
in ten years.

Every woman
on the faculty would

give anything
to have that secret.

Is that what they're after,
Edith?

Oh, stop, Harry.

Then switch to spin class
if you're sick of Zumba.

Okay, it doesn't matter
what you do,

the doctor just said
you need to...

I'm not nagging, Mother.

You were the one
complaining about...

I gotta go to class.
I'm gonna be late.

I'll tell you what,
Mother...

why don't we all just take care
of ourselves for once. Sound fair?

Wow.
Again?

She spent so many years

focused on my father's
illness that now...

God, Isabel.

You put everything on hold
forever while he was...

She's gotta back off.

It's your life, right?
Isn't it, finally?

No, I'm sorry.
I love you, too.

I'll call later.
Bye.

You are a way better daughter

than I will ever be.

Hey, guys. This is Matt
Douglas from Primal Kickboxing.

Let's go.

Let's go.
You ready?

I'll take it easy on you.
Eh?

So I get into position.

First thing I do is I lead
with a head kick.

Then I follow up
with two punches.

Come on, focus, man.

Hey, man.

Seriously, man, why do
I even bother, really?

Oh...
My fault, man. I...

I'm literally on my way
downstairs right now.

Five.
Four.

Three.

Two.

Oh.

One.

Boom! You see how fast...?
That's...

amazing. I can't even
see you. You're so fast.

- You're like the Flash.
- Yeah?

Come on, I'm waiting on you.

Have a great class,
Professor.

You too, babe.

We're all burning.

Every one of us.
Burning with desire.

We're burning
with a fire caused

by what the Buddha called

"the three poisons."
Greed, anger, ignorance.

Except he taught us

that we can fix this.
We can turn them around.

And greed
becomes generosity.

Anger becomes compassion.

And ignorance
becomes wisdom.

There are miracles around us
all the time, he said.

The fact that we are here,
together, in this room...

is a miracle.

- Yeah?
- Isn't the Buddha kind of a hypocrite?

I mean, sure, he gave
up all worldly goods,

his father's money,

told us all to live
a life of restraint...

and then he ended up,
like, super fat.

Like crazy
fat, like, come on, dude.

You're talking about those statues
you see in Chinatown, right?

- Yeah.
- The Buddha

depicted in those statues
he's Asian, right?

Right.

So...

It's not the Buddha.

Boom.

- What-what do you mean?
- Well, think about it.

Siddhartha Gautama was
an Indian. From Nepal.

A Chinese monk
came to India,

became a Buddhist, went home

and started spreading
the religion.

The Chinese mixed in Taoism.

Their monks introduced the
head shaving, the robes...

the fat, happy Buddha
named Hotei.

The actual Buddha
was a regular man,

with a normal body
and a full head of hair.

But he was a god.

No, never claimed to be.

Just a man

who thought long and hard
about the human condition

and achieved enlightenment.

Like Jesus.

Only without the long
blond hair and blue eyes.

Uh, but Jesus
wasn't just a man.

No?

He claimed to be
the son of God.

He died,
and was resurrected.

So we know he was divine.

You know, or you have faith?

You can only know
what you can prove.

God is beyond proof,
logic or reason.

You can believe in God
or Jesus through faith...

but that's different
from knowing.

I know that Jesus existed;

there's historical evidence
of that. And, uh...

I have faith
that he was divine.

Aquinas said
faith is a divine act

supernaturally bestowed.

"Ask and ye shall receive."

Kierkegaard, on the other hand,
said that we must leap to faith.

It's an act
you must choose to perform.

Kierkegaard
was more demanding.

Okay, he was sick of people
sitting around talking

about religion all day and
not doing anything about it.

I hope he didn't mean
this class, though.

But, uh,

weren't we supposed
to be talking about Buddha?

They had a lot in common,
Jesus and Buddha.

How so?

Well... there's a lot of
overlap in their philosophies.

They both taught

that golden rule
that we should be charitable

and not judge others.

But the Buddha said
you shouldn't believe

in something just 'cause
it's written in scripture.

The whole premise with Jesus
is to accept on faith.

That's
a pretty huge difference.

Also the purpose of suffering.
Jesus suffered for us.

While the Buddha's whole thing
was to eliminate suffering.

Eliminate desire.

Which is what
causes suffering.

I know. I listen.
I was listening.

Okay. Next time, we will
cover the path to Nirvana...

and we will wrap this
semester up with Jainism.

It's like Buddhism,
but less fun.

Jain women have to be reborn
as men

to achieve enlightenment.

Ugh.

We all know it should be
the other way around.

Thank you.

- Great lecture.
- You never use any notes or anything.

You just, like,
know all this stuff.

I've been at it
a very, very long time.

So, in honor of wrapping up
the unit,

we're having a Buddhist
vegetarian dinner.

- Think you could come?
- Um... Thank you, but I don't think so.

Busy?

I appreciate the invitation.

Oh, and for what it's worth,
the Buddha ate meat.

He never said
you had to be a vegetarian.

He just didn't like
to see animals killed.

Well, who does?
But you know, bacon.

Bacon donuts.
Best invention ever.

Mm-hmm. Bye.

- I have not seen it.
- Oh, you haven't seen it? - No.

- Everybody's seen it.
- I am not... No.

All right,
so... So, is he coming?

Uh, Isabel can work on him.
Right?

I can try.

I can't believe
his class is almost over.

- I know.
- Hm?

You know, and next
semester, he's teaching

lame Abrahamic and
Zoroastrian religions again.

There's nothing lame
about Abrahamic religions.

- Well, you know what I mean. It's just that...
- He needs some new classes.

He should do Hellenistic.

Uh, yeah, Zeus and Herakles
and what-not. That'd be cool.

Yeah,
the only problem is he...

he only does real religions,
Liko.

Huh! You don't think the Greeks
and Romans were on to anything?

Christians got half of
their stuff from the Pagans.

Or do you need to take World
of the Early Church again?

Guys, we need to focus
on what's important.

Getting ProfessorYoung
to come to dinner.

There's just so much in that
guy's head I want to get at.

Me, too.

And... Well,
how do we get him to come?

I thinkTara
probably has a few ideas.

- Don't be gross, Liko.
- Leave her alone, man.

You going to
that Delta Psi party?

Ugh.
Those guys are animals.

- Yeah.
- Party animals.

Liko, what're you, five?

Um, no, I do not need to get
drunk on a Wednesday night.

Thank you.
With a bunch of boys.

Your loss. I'm going.
Saint Philip?

Uh, well, Saint Philip has
Bible study on Wednesdays.

You have no short-term
memory, do you?

I don't know.
What was the question?

John, I'm glad I caught you.

Dr. Parker.
Did we have an appointment?

I got to share this
with somebody,

and you're the only one I
know that can appreciate it.

I got this at a garage sale
last weekend.

It's a 75 year old bottle
of single-malt scotch.

Wow!

I paid entirely too much
for it, but the story...

This woman's husband
brings it back

from Scotland
in the sixties,

and they've been saving it
for a special occasion.

And saving it,
and saving it...

And the special occasion
never came.

- And he died a couple of months ago.
- Ooh.

Now she's selling his stuff
and moving to Costa Rica.

- Naturally.
- But here's the kicker:

we get home and we get a
message from Kitty and Ron.

The baby came.

I'm a grandfather.

Congratulations, Gill.
Fantastic.

- Special occasion?
- Yes. Indeed.

- To my grandson.
- Hear, hear.

Oh, my...

- That is...
- Terrible.

I don't know if I've ever

tasted anything
quite like that.

Just goes to show
that nothing lasts forever.

Even the whiskey spoils.

Who knew?

Ugh.

A grandson, John.

On one hand, it's
incredibly invigorating.

On the other, it means...

- I'm so old.
- No...

Yes.
Each day, as he grows,

learns to walk,
learns to talk...

It means I'm getting
one day closer to death.

Another drink?

- What the hell?
- Yes.

Jesus! That's awful.

Ugh.

Now...
I'm not getting maudlin.

It's just life.

And...

Well, this brings it home.

Do you ever regret
not having kids, John?

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to pry.

Don't be sorry.
It's difficult to discuss.

Yeah.
What isn't?

Say, you wanna go
have a real drink?

I can't. I have to go home
and cook Carolyn dinner.

But congratulations,
Dr. Parker.

I couldn't be
more happy for you.

It's open.

- For Carolyn?
- Mm-hmm.

Coffee table is fine.

Okay.

So, about those books...

They're in the den.

Grab all you want.

Have you given that dinner
any further thought?

You could bring Professor
Kittriss. Obviously.

We'll see.

Well... Thanks, Professor.

Oh, and please tell Ms.
Kittriss I said good night.

I will.

Mm.

- Smells great.
- Thanks.

It's getting harder
and harder to find

anything that isn't loaded
with mercury,

or farm raised
in filthy water.

Thank God
we still have Pop Tarts.

Miracles.
All around us.

Mm.

How was your day?

As always.
This is the highlight.

I was thinking of going
hunting this weekend.

I'm starting to forget
what real food tastes like.

I thought you
could come with me to the

Hillary and Rob thing.

You know, she's feeling
really down lately, and...

We thought a party
would cheer her up.

Hosting parties
always stresses her out.

But, you know.
People. Laughing.

Carrying on.

I don't know. I think
I need some time alone.

You're the king of "alone",
John.

Why not give
the opposite a chance?

I have.

Doesn't work so well for me.

Okay.
I know.

- I'm gonna go change.
- Good.

- God, you scared the crap out of me.
- Sorry.

You didn't miss anything.
Typical Delta Psi party.

Just pack as many people
as you can into a room

and spray them down
with beer.

Figuratively speaking,
I hope?

Uh, for the most part.
What's that?

Book on early man I borrowed
from ProfessorYoung.

Ooh. How did it go?

Well,
I asked again about dinner.

Told him he could bring
Professor Kittriss.

Ugh. What for? Last thing
we need is another chick.

Anyway,
this guyJenkins is...

an archeologist with a lot
of field work under his belt.

The book
is really really good.

But the spine
wasn't even cracked,

although it's
personally signed.

Hm.

He's cute.
Or was.

"To my dear friend
John Oldman."

Wait, what?

I know, right?
Maybe he was kidding.

"Old man"
instead of "young"?

It's dated May 2007.

So that would make
Professor Young, like,

thirty-three maybe.

Exactly. You're not gonna
call an old man "old man".

You're call
a young guy that.

It's like
calling a big guy "tiny".

Yeah, but it's not "old man".
It's "Oldman".

And maybe it's
Kittriss's book.

Yeah, maybe.

So who's this
Jenkins guy?

Let's go
to the Interwebs.

Let's see.
Arthur M. Jenkins.

Taught at
Santa Clarita University.

Zillion archeology digs.

Oh, academic awards.
Blah, blah, blah...

He wrote some other books.

Ooh.

But this last one...
Jeez.

- What?
- "The Longest Night:

My Conversation
with the Man From Earth"...

about the night he spent
with a university professor

named John Oldman who claimed
to be 14,000 years old.

And the comments are...

Scathing puts it mildly.
Yikes.

"...Longest Night
would merely be

melodramatic
sci-fi nonsense, but

the author presents this
hokum as non-fiction

and thus abandons
any academic authority

he may have once possessed."

Ouch.

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
get this one:

"Offensive to the religious
and non-religious alike...

Jenkins asks us to believe

that the savior himself
is a practicing Buddhist

who walks among us
in the guise of a handsome,

mild-mannered
university professor."

Well, that sounds like
Professor Young.

And he knows everything
about Buddhism.

But, like, the Savior?
Like, Jesus?

He could totally be
my own, personal Jesus.

Well, we are totally
getting this book.

Like a thief in the night.

I woke you, I'm sorry.

I must be getting
out of practice.

At being sneaky?

Stealthy.

You really have to go?

We could spend
the whole weekend in bed.

And go to
Hillary and Rob's thing?

- Fair trade, isn't it?
- I'm going stir crazy, Carolyn.

I hate when you disappear.

I'm know,
it's just something's...

Something's not right.

I'm not bouncing back
the way I'm used to doing.

Well,
it's called "getting older".

But if you insist on

stomping around the woods
like a cave man...

I suppose it's a better

mid-life-crisis thing to do
than...

I dunno,
buying a motorcycle and...

taking off with some student.
Right?

Then I'd better try
and get back

that deposit I put down
on the Ducati.

I'll see you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Come in.
- Thanks.

- Hey, Liko.
- Hey.

Hey, you
kids want anything to eat?

Oh, no.
Thanks, Mom, we're good.

Yeah, I want something,
Mrs. Nichols.

Yeah, me too.

They're kidding.
Thanks, Mom.

Will you knock it off, man?

Oh, my God. She's adorable, by the way.

Alright, so what's
so, uh, earth-shattering?

- Uh... Can we...?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, I want with pickles and mustard.
- All right, you.

We're fine.

So, what's up?

For ten years, this guy,
Arthur M. Jenkins...

Taught at
Santa Clarita University

alongside a history
professor named John Oldman.

Then one night, this Oldman guy
gathers his professor friends

and tells them that he's
really 14,000 years old.

He was born a caveman, somehow
became immortal. He knew

Columbus, Vincent Van Gogh,
all this crazy stuff.

He would always use
the name John,

often with a pun
for a last name.

Stay in one place
for ten years or so,

until people started
realizing he didn't age.

Lived under hundreds
of identities,

including, wait for it...

- Jesus of Nazareth.
- Wait, what?

He'd lived for thousands
of years, you know,

never aging, never dying,
traveling the world...

- Studying with the Buddha...
- until one day he set up shop in Jerusalem

and started preaching.

Yadda-yadda-yadda,
he gets crucified,

his wounds heal, he
sneaks off and...

we have Christianity.
By accident.

What do you mean,
"Yadda-yadda-yadda,

we have Christianity"?
You can't just...

It's science fiction,
all right?

People write speculative
fiction about Jesus all the time.

You should see what they
write about Kirk and Spock.

Better yet, you shouldn't.

But he said
that it's a true story.

See? Says right there,
"non-fiction".

Oh, well,
then it must be true.

There are plenty
of alien abduction books

in the non-fiction section.

Look, I checked up on
Arthur Jenkins. Okay?

He was a tenured
archeology professor,

published a pile of books.
The real deal.

And then this one came out...

and he got laughed off
the planet.

No wonder.

Okay,
but he did his research.

Found out that
the John Oldman he knew

didn't exist until 2001.

No mention of him anywhere.

His references,
driver's license, W-2.

Everything turned
out to be fake.

Jenkins even
tracked down two previous

colleges where he'd taught
under different names.

John Magdel
and John Permian.

Magdel?

Magdalenian?

I have no idea
what Permian is.

The first Great Extinction,

250 million years ago.

Mm, yeah.

They both also had
fake references,

and left abruptly
after about ten years.

And their descriptions,

John Oldman, John Magdel,

John Permian,
are virtually identical.

Okay, Oldman's DMV records

somehow vanished
two days after he did.

I mean, Google him now, the
only reference is this book.

If this Oldman guy is real,

he makes his past disappear

every time
he changes identity.

Makes sense.

Million years old,

staying under the radar,
you gotta keep moving.

Philip, we're not trying
to offend you.

No. I'm not offended.

No, I know. It's just,
you really believe.

Yeah. Okay, look.
I know the Earth isn't flat,

I know it's more
I than 6,000 years old.

But I believe that
a man named Jesus

lived and died for our sins.

Um, Philip.

You know there are
millions and millions

of people who don't believe
in Jesus Christ's divinity.

I mean, Jews, Hindus,
Wiccans, plenty more.

Wiccans...

Um... Yes, but that doesn't
mean they're right.

Some people believe
the Galactic Dictator Xenu

brought his people to earth
and hid them in volcanoes, so...

The point is, Jenkins' book
is just a story.

Now, if I could allow
my faith to be shaken by the

fantasies of a disgruntled
college professor...

then I'm not much
of a Christian, am I?

So...

Jenkins writes a book about
John Oldman. Fine, whatever.

What's this got to do
with any of us?

Show him.

I found this book
at Professor Young's.

Read the inscription.

"To my dear friend
John Oldman."

Right?

So...

Professor Young and John
Oldman knew each other?

Yeah.

Okay.

What if Professor Young
actually is John Oldman.

Well, how do you make that
leap? Are there any pictures?

Okay, well, Jenkins talks
about several times when

Oldman conspicuously avoided
having his picture taken.

Turning around,
stepping behind someone,

answering a phone call that
no one ever heard ringing.

Whatever, just to avoid
being photographed.

To Jenkins' knowledge,
the only

existing picture
of John Oldman...

was taken in 2006
at a barbecue.

Huh.

Mm.

Wait, so, if...

Professor Young
is Jesus Christ returned,

then that means we're in...

The End Times.

But if Jesus never left,

then he's not "returned."
He's just...

here.

Cool. I'm hungry. Tara, wanna go
get something to eat? Yeah, sure.

What?

I found an email
for Jenkins.

What do we got, Betsy?

Well, look at that.
I think we've got lunch.

Nice.

Uhh.

Keep it.

And there's another beauty.
All right, Betsy. Let's go.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

These are for me.

Mm.
Smell good, too.

Okay.

Let's go make that move.

Ah.

Okay.

Let's see,
let's move this knight.

There we go.

Oh.

What's this?

"...The Longest Night
and found it fascinating.

Would you be willing to speak
with me about John Oldman?"

Dear Miss Chang...

Why don't you
and John Oldman...

go straight to hell?

God dammit!

Why don't they
leave me alone?

Oh.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, come here,
don't run away. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to frighten you.

I'm not so sure
about this anymore.

It was your idea.

I know, but I work
for Professor Kittriss.

And now I'm feeling really
violatey, you know?

So let's go home.

But I feel like I
want to know, you know?

So, let's keep going.

Ugh, I wish Jenkins
was more responsive.

I wish
he was less a dick.

God, it's just so...
I...

Okay,
do you want proof or not?

- Photos, something?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, then...

It's just so...

exciting.

Uhh!

Pretty bad-ass, Isabel.

- It wasn't locked.
- Yeah, still.

Breaking and entering.
Felony makes you kinda hot.

Ohh. Whoa. He really
does have a Van Gogh.

Uh, total fake. That'd be worth,
like, three zillion dollars.

Cool Taser?
What's this for?

What do you think,
perv?

Don't touch that.

Hmm.

Gurar.

I want to be objective,
but...

I really want to believe this, 'cause

it would be so
deeply, deeply cool.

- Let's split up.
- I'll do the bedroom.

Okay.

Oh, there's a basement.

Come on.

Ooh, Miss Kittriss.

Hm.

Kittriss is home.

- Liko Liko!
- Yeah, gimme one sec.

Hey.
We gotta go!

Now!

Come on.

Yeah, I'm coming,
I'm coming!

- There's a back door.
- Awesome.

Come on. Come on.

So, my cousin Janet is an
art history major at Columbia.

She said the painting could
be an unregistered Van Gogh.

Well, we looked into the authors

of those books
from the basement.

Any history they had
prior to publication

is sketchy,
or nonexistent.

Some of the publishers are out
of business, but I reached three.

None of them had any contact
information for the author.

Each guy vanished
with no forwarding address

within a couple of years
of publication.

"Jonathan Evermore"? He wrote the
sci-fi novel "Everlasting Tomorrow,"

about an "immortal's search for the
meaning of his solitary existence".

I called Bantam, told them
I was his granddaughter,

looking for
his royalty payments.

She said she was so happy I called,

since they've been
piling up since 1966.

No, asshole. We're not taking his money.

Ugh.

I mean, guys,
Unbelievable.

We're just gonna leave
all that money?

Isn't it weird?

Every time someone claims
to have been reincarnated,

they were always like
Napoleon, you know?

Alexander the Great.
Cleopatra or something.

Yeah, well, it's never Cleopatra's
slave who cleaned out her chamber pot.

Or the guy
making chamber pots.

"John Oldman"
said he knew the Buddha.

Sailed with Columbus.

No, he didn't actually
sail with Columbus.

- What?
- I read the book, dude.

Come on, get in there.
There you go.

So, uh...

Did you saw it, though?
The Van Gogh?

Yeah.

You starting
to believe a little bit.

Look, just because a guy is, you know,

14,000 years old,
it doesn't mean he's Jesus.

Yeah.

He could be the guy who
made the nails for the cross.

Aha.
All right, come on.

- I was Malcolm X in my past life.
- Yeah, for sure.

Hello, Dr. Jenkins,
if this is you.

And if it's not you, I apologize for
the wrong number, whoever this is.

So Dr. Jenkins,

my name is Isabel Chang.

I do apologize
for calling so late,

although
I did try emailing.

Anyway, here's the thing.

I believe my professor
is John Oldman.

He's going by the name
John Young, here at Chico.

Please call me back
if you can, okay?

I really, really would love
to talk with you.

I know you took
a lot of crap

for your book, and I just
want you to know...

I believe you.

There is something different
about John Young.

My number's 530-555-0168.

Thank you.

I'll be...

Oh, okay, thank you.
Um...

We will fax that right over.

Another one?

Yeah. Fax... God, what year
is this, anyway?

Oh, God.

- Hello?
- Uh, hello.

I'm calling about your email.

Yes.
Who is this?

This is Violet Collsen.

Um...

I'm sorry. Violet...?

Collsen.
From Central Idaho College.

Well, I've been retired
for many years now,

and my daughter works at the college
in admissions just like I did.

But it was the funniest
thing the other day.

She was working at home...

And I walked passed
her desk...

just when your email came.

Oh, and...?

So, I saw the photo

and recognized him
immediately.

- You did?
- Yes, John Pleis.

Oh. He was a remarkable man.

You just never forget
that kind of a person.

What do you remember
about him?

Well, he was the best
anthropology professor we ever had.

He just had a way about him.

You felt you could tell him
your secrets.

And he always had
the best advice.

This was how long ago?

Oh, let's see.
That's about 1957?

And you remember him clearly?

Oh, yeah. He was
a very handsome man, too.

John Pleis?

P- L-E-I-S.

Funny name,
kind of sticks in your head.

I tried to see what else I
could find before calling you,

and there was nothing.

He just disappeared.

Yes, he does that.

Well, thank you so much,
Ms. Collsen.

This is your number
if I have any more questions?

- Yes, yes.
- Great. Thank you so much.

- Goodbye then.
- Goodbye.

Uhh...
Pleis.

- Pleistocene?
- Yes.

Okay. So we have contacted,
what, sixty small colleges

in fourteen states and this
was our second hit so far.

Professor
Young is a dead ringer

for teachers
in Idaho and...

Western Wyoming.

John Mortem, archaeology,
1979.

Hello?

- Isabel Chang?
- Yeah.

Hi. This is Arthur Jenkins.

You've been trying
to reach me.

I have, yes.

Get me a picture.

A new, clean picture.

Email it
or text it to this number.

- I emailed that one...
- No, no, no.

Brand-new, full face.

Do that and we'll see.

Otherwise, we have nothing
to talk about.

Thank you so much, Dr.
Jenkins. I'm so grateful...

You've...

Hey, Professor.
We know we're early, but...

It's the last class, and we
don't have you next semester.

So we thought we'd have
a little goodbye party.

I'm not going anywhere,
you know.

We know. But...

Here. Cappuccino.

- My weakness. Thank you.
- We know. Yeah.

Quick, picture.

- Oh. Wait, can we go again?
- Just one more.

You know the rules.

- Please.
- Real quick. Real quick.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, class has begun.
Take your seats.

Cellphones off.
Thank you for the coffee.

Cellphones off!

I knew it.

He did it on purpose.
I'm sure of it, man.

He didn't want his picture
taken, so he messed up both shots.

I guess after

you learn a thing or two
about hiding.

Yeah, but these days,
there's cameras everywhere.

He won't be able
to hide anymore.

Whatever he's been doing
all these years,

changing his identity,
I mean, it's over.

Time's up.
Don't you see?

What do you suggest?

Maybe we just talk to him.
Tell him the truth.

- What truth?
- That we know who he is.

Based on a
discredited book

by a lonely old crank and
some circumstantial evidence?

We are not
crazy people.

There is something special
about John.

We all knew it the first time
we heard him speak. Right?

All throughout history,
there have been prophets,

visionaries.
Men and women touched by God.

I mean, who's to say John
Young isn't one of these people?

Why is that so impossible?

- Well, it sure isn't likely.
- Philip,

I'm not saying that
he's the "son of God".

But if he is
14,000 years old,

then he's the wisest man
in the world.

In history.

He should be listened to.
Followed.

Worshipped?
Is that what you're gonna say?

No.

- There could be a whole new...
- Religion?

Or something, around him.

A corrective for everything

everyone has gotten wrong
about Jesus

for the past 2000 years.

If that story is true, then

everything I've believed for
half my life is a total lie.

Everything that millions and
millions of people throughout history

have believed,
and lived and died for

is total bullshit.
So, no.

Okay, okay. One clear picture of
Professor Young's face, and that's it.

Hey, Betsy,

I gotta hit the road
for a few days, honey.

But I'll have Suzanne
come by and check on you.

Be a good girl.

- Looks nasty.
- I got sloppy.

Stupid mistake.

What's up? You worried about your grade?

'Cause you shouldn't be,
you did great.

No, it's not that.
But thanks.

Then what's going on? Was
there something specific, Tara?

I wanted to apologize
for yesterday.

The pictures and everything. We're
just really going to miss you.

That's okay. I'm going
to miss you guys, too.

I maybe don't act it,
but...

I've been lonely
most of my life.

Boys only cared about...

And the girls hated me
because of it.

My parents' friends were
always being creepy and...

at some point
you either become

the person everybody thinks
you are, or you just hide.

I didn't want to hide,
so... I'm sorry, I don't...

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.
What was that?

Woah.

- No. No.
- You know you want me.

No, stop.
Stop.

You've been watching me for
two years. Don't deny it.

You're my student.

It's okay.
You're safe with me.

I know who you are.
I think it's amazing.

I don't know what you think
you know about me,

but I need you
out of my office.

Fine.

I'll make it easy for you.

Do not make me
call security.

And tell them what?
That I assaulted you sexually?

Tara, this isn't happening.

- I'm sorry. I just...
- It's okay.

Oh, God.

I...

Well, you can't.

Spring semester
starts in three weeks

and you have two
sections already filled.

I'm sorry.

- Sorry?
- I can recommend a replacement.

I can't replace you, John,
you know that.

The students love you.

Your class is
filled in an hour.

If you wanted to teach a third
section, that would sell out, too.

What's going on here?

Something's come
up and I have to go.

- What?
- It's personal.

Look. I'll get Chandra
and we can fix this...

No, Gill, please.

I just have to go.

Please,
don't do this to me.

I regret it, Gill.
Deeply, I do.

Well, obviously, I can't give you a
recommendation under these circumstances.

Everywhere you go,
I'll have to tell them

about this mess
you're dumping in my lap.

I understand.

Paperwork for the semester
all wrapped up?

Grades logged,
evaluations, all that?

Yes. The last couple of
things, I'll take care of today.

You're leaving that soon?

I truly hope that eventually
there are no hard feelings.

I'll get over it.
But this stinks.

I was hoping to give you my
chair in five or six years.

I'd have been honored
to take it.

What the hell
were you thinking?

I don't know.
I just... You know.

Okay,
what else did he say?

Nothing.

But...

What?
What else?

I think I maybe spilled
the beans a little bit.

What beans?

That we know about him.

Oh, my...

What exactly
did you say?

Um...

Well, I... I mean, does it
matter? If he knows that we know...

Then he'll disappear
for good!

Oh, crap, Jenkins is on his way down
here. He's on the road right now.

- Well, can you call him?
- Yeah.

Voice mail.

Hey, Dr. Jenkins.
It's Isabel Chang. Listen, um...

Professor Young maybe knows we know
and might be leaving here really soon.

Please let me know what time you're
gonna get here. What we should do.

Okay.

Let's find the guys.

- It's gonna be okay.
- All right.

- I knew it. I just knew it.
- Carolyn, please...

What, stay calm? Don't get
worked up? No, why would I?

I'm only asking
that you...

Let you slip away quietly,
huh? No muss, no fuss?

I've left you money, of course.
I don't want you to be...

I don't need
your fucking charity, John!

I have a job.

I need you.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand
why you're leaving.

I mean, the explanation part
got by me somehow.

I told you from the start

that I would eventually
move on.

Yeah, but that's
something people say. Like...

"I hate dogs", "I'm never getting
married", "I don't want kids".

People say that shit all
the time, and guess what?

Five years later,
they're married, with kids.

And a dog!

Not me.

Well, apparently not.

Oh, Jesus, John...

How can a man with so
much passion be so cold?

What was this to you?

I've told you how I feel.

Because I'm leaving does not
mean that I don't care about you.

Oh, wow.

That's all I'm going
to get out of you, isn't it?

- Carolyn...
- No, just save it. Look.

I'll be back in a few days. I
assume you'll be gone by then?

Yes.

Well, Merry Christmas, John.

Thanks for everything.

Well, just keep him there.

How are we
supposed to do that?

I don't know. But just keep him
there. I'm still about two hours away.

You can't get here
any faster?

No.
I can only go so fast.

But don't tell him I'm coming.
That'll only make him leave faster.

Alright.
Do your best.

Yes, I will do my best.

- Just keep him there? How?
- We know where he lives.

Oh. You wanna go
talk to him again?

You think that's the best
course of action right now?

What choice do we have? If we don't go
see him now, we'll never see him again.

Let's go.

- Hello.
- Please don't leave yet.

Just stay one more night.

- Have dinner with us.
- We only want to talk.

I think it's best for
everybody if I hit the road now.

Please, Professor. I have
so many questions for you.

I'm sure my replacement will be
at least as knowledgeable as I am.

You know that's not
what we mean.

I don't know
what you want from me.

- We don't want anything from you.
- I want to learn from you.

This looks a lot more
like stalking.

We read the book.

Don't deny
that you're John Oldman.

I see.

I'm-I'm sorry.
It's fiction.

Yes, I knew Art Jenkins.

And yes, we gathered at my
cabin. And played a game.

A game. A bunch of eggheads
playing intellectual charades.

Maybe it went too far.

Art got angry and I guess
this was his response.

And it's my understanding that

things have not gone well
for him since its publication.

Early retirement.

Laughed out of academia.

That can happen when you publish
a science fiction novel as fact.

So you're saying it's all lies. That
Jenkins just made the whole thing up.

I'm saying that just because you
write a book and call it 'non-fiction'

doesn't make it true.

You're safe with us.

We respect you and want to
help you spread the word.

- What word?
- The word...

of God.

You think I'm trying to
spread the word of God?

- Aren't you?
- No.

I am a teacher,
not a preacher.

Jesus was a teacher.

"Go ye into
the world and teach all nations."

- You said that.
- Maybe in class. I teach the Bible.

You are the living embodiment
of Jesus Christ. You are Him.

Always have been,
and still are.

That is... What's the word
I'm looking for?

Nuts.

I'm not even Christian.

Were you
or were you not Jesus?

Whatever it is you kids
are looking for,

whatever it is you think
I can tell you...

You're going to have
to find it somewhere else.

Alright, Professor.

Have a good life.

A good, long life.

Oh, shit.

- What happened?
- What did you do?

- I just tried to keep him here.
- So you killed him?

I didn't kill him. I
tased him. He hit his head.

Is he breathing?

Well?

- Yeah, he's alive.
- You are a lunatic.

- We have to call an ambulance.
- Hang on, hang on. Wait.

What, you wanna make sure he's dead? You
wanna be the guy who killed the immortal?

- Well...
- Hello?

If Jenkins' story is true...

Then he's been through
a lot worse.

You are insane. We have
to get him to a doctor.

- - Hello?
- What did you take?

- I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
- Art.

Art Jenkins.

Dr. Jenkins. What's up?

My car died.
Piece of crap.

I'm broken down by the side of the
road. You didn't let John leave, did you?

- Please tell me you didn't.
- He's still here.

- Where are you?
- I don't know. Red Bluff.

That's about an hour away.

- His car broke down in Red Bluff.
- Where's that?

- Can you tell me exactly where you are?
- It's where the 99 meets the 5.

There's a motel,
and a lot of dirt.

- Can't he just take an Uber?
- You guys go. I've got this.

Okay, Dr. Jenkins. We're
gonna come pick you up.

Just stay there.

We're on our way. We'll
call when we're close, okay?

Okay.
Thank you.

God dammit!

Okay, so is there anything
else that I should be doing?

How long until you get here?
Okay.

Yeah. Okay, okay, I'll
see you soon. Thank you.

Okay, just...

You guys go.
Ambulance is on the way, okay?

And take the idiot with you.

Are you sure?

- Yeah, I got it.
- Oh, my God.

What's gonna happen when he
wakes up? He's gonna be so pissed.

Well, he forgave Judas.

Let's go.

Philip.

You need to release me.

Philip.

What am I doing here?

You've kidnapped me.
Do you realize that?

We just
wanted you to stay.

I wanted to go.

So you knocked me out
and tied me to a chair.

No, um...

Cut me loose.

I'll leave. You'll
never hear from me again.

I'm sorry.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

Just cut the tape
and walk away.

Do you want
something to drink?

No.

Why are you doing this?

Philip!

I want to know the truth.

You want to know the truth.

Where are the others?

They'll be back soon.

So is there a plan, or are
you guys just winging it?

I mean, am I going to be
tortured for information? I don't

know where the bomb is hidden, I
don't have any gold treasure stashing.

They just went
to go get Dr. Jenkins.

Art.

Art is an angry, bitter man.

He does not have
our best interest at heart.

He only wants to talk to you.

I'm tied to a chair

and Art wants
to talk to me.

I'm concerned for your safety.
You need to cut me loose.

Where do you worship,
Philip?

I mean, I'm assuming that you
worship somewhere because you seem...

Will you please just
stop talking? Please.

Wouldn't sitting here
in silence be much worse?

I don't know, okay?
I'm just trying to think.

Okay.

It's the Jubilee Christian
Fellowship, my church.

I've heard of it. You live
locally with your mother, right?

She attends as well?

Yeah.

She know
where you are right now?

She's at a retreat.

What kind?

Transformation Conference.
It's about...

preparing for the future.

Protecting the church.

So she's very involved.
Both of you are.

Yeah, it's her mostly,
because I'm busy with school.

You'll be more involved
after you graduate, right?

- These...
- I have questions, okay?

I have some questions.
Will you answer them?

To the best of my ability.

- I want to...
- You want to talk about Jesus.

Okay.

You believe the Bible
as the word of God, right?

Absolutely.

How did you come
to that belief?

Um...
Growing up, my dad drank.

And he hit my
mother, so we got out of there.

Some people
took us in and they, uh...

They brought us to the church,
and it saved us, really.

We were baptized.
Born again.

And you now have a personal relationship
with Jesus Christ as your savior?

Yes, sir, I do.

What would he
want you to do now?

I don't know.
Why don't you tell me?

Who exactly
do you think I am?

I don't know.

I don't know. You're certainly the
best professor that I've ever had.

And you know more about the
Bible than even Pastor Michaels,

plus
every other religion besides.

Most of my teachers,
they don't...

they won't...

acknowledge the central
truth of scripture. They...

believe that faith and science can't
co-exist and that's just not true.

That's not how you teach it.

That just means I'm a
decent teacher. Right?

I met Isabel freshman year.
It was in your Intro class.

She was the first one of us to
realize there'sjust something...

different about you and...

The way you spoke.

I mean, you saved
that janitor's life.

That was just CPR,
you could do it.

You talked that girl
out of suicide.

She just needed someone
to hear her.

Yeah, but there's all the other
weird stuff, too. You know, like...

how there's no pictures
of you anywhere.

There's no record of you online before
you started teaching at the school.

I've got my own reasons for wanting
to be very private these days.

That's all.

I mean, on one hand...

what if God really did send His
Son to Earth to spread His word.

Maybe you're exactly
how He'd do it, right?

Allow a man to live for
thousands and thousands of years,

traveling the world,
collecting

all of this knowledge and wisdom,
and once he's finally got it...

he starts preaching.

What he's saying is the truth,
so people grasp it right away.

It's like Christianity. It took over the
world in just a couple of hundred years.

Yes, it did.

It makes a certain
kind of sense.

And you want to believe
that story.

I'm not sure.
Because...

if you are Jesus, then...

that means
that the Bible is just...

fiction.

I need...

I want to know the truth. I need
to know the truth. Can you...

just tell me the truth,
please?

If I tell you the truth,
Philip, will you let me go?

Yeah, I guess so.

- Okay, I want you to listen very carefully.
- Okay, just wait a second...

Two thousand years ago,
I stood on a hill in Galilee

and I spoke

some basic spiritual truths
I'd picked up over the years.

And when the gospels were
written, they called me Christ.

But frankly, the whole thing
got a lot bigger

and went in a very different
direction than I ever intended.

It got violent
and scary and I took off.

I've kept my head down
ever since.

And I have to move on far
more often than I would like.

But lately something's changed.

I'm getting lines in my face, gray
hair. I don't heal as fast as I used to.

And I don't know
if it's something in the air,

or in the water, the food.
Something in my blood, or DNA...

or a ticking time bomb in
my soul. I feel different.

Are you dying?

I don't know. Maybe.
Maybe I'm just changing.

Into what?

If your time is limited, it's
more important now than ever

for you to come forward.

For you to spread
the word as only you can.

I've thought about it a lot
and I want to help.

There is so much pain
and suffering.

The New Testament said that I would
return, but the truth is I never left.

The Book of Revelation
says that

Jesus will rule over this planet with
his believers for a thousand years.

Shouldn't there be a better way to help
people than ruling over them like a king?

But what about the Rapture, where
the Dead in Christ will rise?

Why not bring them into the light
now? Why condemn them to darkness?

Because they've condemned
themselves to darkness.

That's harsh.

No, it isn't. That's the fate
of those who haven't been saved.

As the fate of those who've
abandoned their faith.

Everyone can be saved.

Everyone can find
peace and love.

Why not create a Heaven on
Earth now? We can help do that.

But right now...

I need your help.

What can I do?

It's time
to cut me loose.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, what's your plan?

One step at a time.

If you're the Son of God, why
can't you just cut yourself loose?

Son of Man.
No magical powers.

Okay, you want a plan.

There are many paths to
enlightenment,

including the born-again
experience that you've had.

But there are
equally valid paths.

No, there aren't.

It says in Matthew 18:3...

Um...

Jesus tells his disciples:

"Except ye be converted,
and become as little children,

ye shall not enter into
the kingdom of Heaven."

There are other approaches to
enlightenment that have been practiced

throughout time
across the globe.

Why wouldn't we draw on that
experience, and that wisdom?

But do these other paths involve the
cleansing blood of Christ? Because...

The path is less
important than the goal:

a personal transformation...

that enables us

to empathize with others
and bring

Heaven here on Earth
right now.

Rational humans have existed on
this planet for 200,000 years.

Right? The New Testament has only existed
for a fraction of that time, Philip.

No, no. This is liberal
theological nonsense.

What,
so you're a Methodist now?

- I'm not being clear...
- Nah, you know what?

I've had
a personal relationship

with Jesus Christ as my savior
for the past ten years now.

I think I know who Jesus is,

and I can tell you right now you
don't sound anything like him.

I don't know which translation
of the Bible you've read,

- whoseversion...
- It's so seductive, isn't it?

It's so seductive. The desire
to believe you is so strong.

But if word
of your existence got out

and Isabel had her wayand people started
worshipping you, it could destroy the world.

I have no intention
of starting a religion.

You're a real smooth
talker, Professor Young.

While you're certainly not Jesus, you do
remind me of someone else from the Bible.

Someone with miraculous
powers of persuasion.

Someone obsessed with
transforming the world,

overturning the true
message of the Bible.

You're not Jesus Christ.

You're the Anti-Christ.

Cut me loose, Philip, so we can
discuss this rationally, please.

Sure, yeah.
Cut loose the Anti-Christ.

What harm could possibly
come from that?

Why don't you
listen to yourself?

A minute earlier, you're prepared
to believe that I'm Jesus. Now...

I'm the Anti-Christ.

I'm not sure who you are.

Maybe you're just a regular guy
who's a really good story teller.

But you're the one who
claimed to be Jesus,

and right now, you sound more
like the Great Deceiver.

Do you even know
what the Anti-Christ is?

The concept
doesn't exist in the Bible.

It's a distortion that superstitious
monks created by pulling

completely unrelated
passages together.

Now the word "Antichrist"

appears in the
Epistles of John...

but it never refers
to a single person.

You know that I'm talking
about the really really bad guy

from the Book of Revelation,
whatever medieval monks named him.

Okay.
What malevolent creature

from the Book of Revelation
do I remotely resemble to you?

There's the
seven-headed Beast

who is wounded to death.

His wounds miraculously heal.
You can do that.

The Beast blasphemes God
and Heaven,

much like your theology
of many paths.

Ultimately
everyone left on Earth is

worshiping him. Seems like
you're pushing for a similar plan.

All that's missing
is the 666.

You got any tattoos?

The nonsense
about the Beast

is fantasy literature
and nothing more.

You really don't believe
in the Bible, do you?

It's a book,
written by people.

Whatever you are, you're a
serious enemy of the Bible,

and your message could have catastrophic
effects on the Christian faith.

You are a threat.

I just want
to be left alone.

I don't believe you.

I haven't lied to you once.

Hah!

I have an idea.

Let's have a little test
of faith.

For me or for you?

Both of us.

I know what I believe in.

Okay.
So if I am the Beast...

what do you think God
would have you do with me?

Probably kill you.

Then do it.
Let's end this.

I didn't exactly say
you were the Anti-Christ.

I just said
it could be a possibility.

Well, that's good news.

If you're not going to kill me
for being the Beast,

you're going to have
to let me go sometime.

There's still the possibility that you
could be Jesus, and I can't let you go

until I know
one way or the other.

I already told you I was.

That doesn't
prove anything.

Then plunge your knife into me
and find out for sure.

If I'm Jesus, I'll survive.
Or die and be reborn.

Maybe you're just a manipulative
story teller, and I'd be a murderer.

That's right.

But it still comes down to the
same choices: stab me or let me go.

So just, stick this knife
in your eye or something?

Why not place it
on my right side?

- Like the Roman soldier with the spear.
- Yes.

So you want me to stab you
right now as an act of faith.

I didn't say that.

But what if I want to?

Then you would be...

Philip.

P- Professor?

P- ProfessorYoung?

J- Jesus Christ.
What...

Hi, you've reached Philip. Sorry I
can't get to the phone right now...

No answer.

Philip, what's up? Where are you?

We have Dr. Jenkins, we're
really close. Call me.

So what's your problem
with him, anyway? Hm?

- Me?
- Yeah. What'd he ever do to you?

Aside from the fact that he
ruined my life? That problem?

Don't get salty, dude.

What happened,
Dr. Jenkins?

Well, you read my book,
Isabel. Yes?

You were all good friends,
academic peers...

He told you his story one night, then
"just kidding" and poof, he vanished.

I was angry. I felt betrayed.
We all felt betrayed.

And I left there that evening,
wanting to expose him for the lunatic

- that I thought he was.
- So you became a ninja stalker.

I'd given up hope of finding
him until I saw your email.

But that doesn't explain how you
went from a skeptic to a believer.

I'm an archaeologist.

I dug deep, looking
for the truth, but I...

couldn't disprove
his fantastic story.

So I published. And...

Got run out of Dodge
on a rail.

Sucks to be you.

Tara...

No, I would agree.

I guess the ambulance
has already come and gone.

Well, they left the front door
open. Maybe there's a note.

Start calling hospitals. There
can't be that many in this town.

- ProfessorYoung's truck is gone.
- Hello? Anybody home?

Still no answer. Philip,
what's up? Where are you?

Hello?

Look, there's blood.

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

Okay, okay.
What went on here?

I don't know. Philip said
he was calling an ambulance.

You need to call
the police.

- We don't know what happened.
- That's why you need to call the police.

Philip might have done
something stupid.

Don't touch that.
You have to dial 911.

There's a broken chair and some
blood. We don't know what went on.

Two people
and a car are missing.

We have to find Philip.

No, you have to call
the p...

I'll do it.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait,
wait, just one minute, okay?

I don't want to get in trouble,
okay? No one does.

Let's just think about
what happened.

If the ambulance came, then
ProfessorYoung is in the hospital.

No. The paramedics would have
stopped the bleeding down here.

There wouldn't be a blood trail all
the way up the stairs right there.

- We're not criminals.
- No, no, you have no choice.

If the cops come,
then we all get arrested, okay?

Forget college, forget everything.
Our lives are totally over, period.

But where are they?

Do you think Professor
Young killed Philip?

- I...
- No way.

Maybe Philip
killed ProfessorYoung.

Now that is impossible. Because he
would have had to cut his head off.

And there's not enough blood
in here for that.

Ewgh!

That's a little graphic.

Maybe they both
just drove away together.

After having a knife fight?

Or a ritual sacrifice?

Okay, ProfessorYoung was
leaving... Maybe hejust left.

No, because the Van Gogh
is still upstairs.

It doesn't make sense that he would
leave it behind, after all these years.

Okay, listen. Tara, why
don't you and Dr. Jenkins

call all the hospitals,
see if he's there.

Liko and I will stay here,
figure out what to do with this.

Sound like a plan?

Oh, boy...

John?

Harry.

John.

Oh, my God.

Hah.

Well, I got your letter,
obviously.

I was surprised to hear from you,
to say the least. And a letter.

Well,

technology is not my friend
these days.

It was a lot to absorb, John.

I know.

How are you feeling?

Still sore.

I'm not used to being injured
for an extended period of time.

It's only been six weeks.

I've had much worse, and I'm
usually up in a couple of days.

This is different,
Harry.

How so?

I don't know. But I
hope I'll find out soon.

I like the beard. Reminds
me of a Schnauzer I had once.

Ouch. Ouch.

No, no.
I got it.

Okay.

So you're living here?

Uh, yes.

- How much longer?
- I don't know.

Hmm.

I think I found a name for
myself, Harry. A classification.

- 'Holocene Man'.
- Ah, your dates are a little off.

The Holocene only goes back
12,000 years. And you, you're...

Oh, I know.

I saw the ice melt, watched
the birth of an epoch.

Yeah, well, the scientific
community is starting

to coalesce around the idea
that the Holocene's over.

We're now living
in the Anthropocene.

Ta-da!

The impact of man's activities on the planet
being so severe, it's changed it permanently,

creating a whole new epoch.

That would explain a thing
or two about my condition.

End of an era.

Oh, John.
Come on, don't talk like that.

Well, everything ends. And
apparently, nobody lives forever.

What is it?

John, I didn't do this, come here,
for any reason, except you asked.

But since we're here, and since we're
talking, I could really use your help.

It's my dad. He's been
sick for a while. And now...

Would you be willing to come
home with me? Just for a while?

I think he would really like
to meet you.

I'll go check my calendar.
But I think I'm free.

- Let's go.
- Thank you.

- Dr. Jenkins?
- Yeah.

Angelo Garcetti, FBI.

FBI?
What can I do for you?

I was hoping we could
talk about John Young,

aka John Oldman,
aka John Magdel.

Yeah, yeah.
I know who you mean.

I don't know where he is, if
that's what you want to know.

Oh, I'm aware of that. If you knew
where he was, I'd know where he was.

Oh.
Is that so?

- Do you think he kidnapped Philip Nichols?
- I hope not.

I'd hate to think
he'd hurt a kid.

You have reason to believe
he's capable of violence?

He hunts large animals
with a bow and arrow,

and he butchers them
with his own hands.

I have no idea what
he's capable of.

I see.

You've said this man
claims to be immortal?

Sometimes he claims it,
sometimes he denies it.

- Do you think it's true?
- I don't know anymore.

Maybe he's just older
than he looks.

You describe him
as over six feet, thin,

- with dark hair and eyes.
- Yup.

Interesting.

Why?
What's it to you?

It's a cold case.

Crazy thing. His description
matches a guy, died years ago.

But witnesses keep placing him
at the scene of violent crimes.

Sick, twisted stuff,
nightmares.

Always a different name,

different place,
but the same description.

I don't think John would
hurt people intentionally.

But he is certainly
a skilled identity fabricator.

Maybe so.

But an immortal,
identity-changing serial killer...

Do you think
such a thing could exist?

I think...

anything is possible.

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