[Instrumental music]
(male #1) 'Honey, listen.'
No one can touch your mutabal.
Not my mother, not your mother.
I love it.
I wouldn't let anybody else's food near my mouth.
I gotta go.
There's a fare.
Where to?
Habla espanol?
'Sprechen sie Deutsch? '
'Peut-etre Francais? '
Come on, man, where do you want...
(Jo) Intensely private, borderline medical savant
and you dress pretty well for a city worker.
Someday you'll let me in when you're ready.
Night, detective.
Lower east side, Stanton and Suffolk.
(Adam) 'Hello, Henry.'
'Buckle up.'
I wouldn't want you to get hurt.
[Tire screeching]
[Music on radio]
Stop the car!
Stop it!
(Adam) 'I was there the night this premiered.'
'Vienna was alive with Mozart.'
'I have so much to tell you, Henry'
'but you ignore me.'
Fine, fine! We can talk!
Just slow down! Someone's gonna get killed.
'That's the idea.'
'See, I figured it out.'
'You don't think I'm immortal.'
- Guess I'll have to prove it. - No!
No, don't do that! I believe you!
No!
'No!'
Uhh!
Come on!
(Henry) It may come as a surprise
but I still fear death.
Tonight, my anonymous caller faced it without hesitation.
I realized two things in that moment...
He is immortal...
...and he's completely insane.
[Instrumental music]
Is that guy naked?
Yep. Call it in.
[Phone ringing]
Doctor, do you often swim naked
in the East River at night?
Right, well...
It's complicated.
You know, I have rarely found the truth to be complicated.
I'm a somnambulist.
A sleepwalker?
That's right.
I've pulled your file. This is not the first time.
Well, it is a very serious condition.
Sometimes I walk for blocks and still wind up in the water.
It's terribly inconvenient.
And what were you doing naked?
'Cause I sleep naked.
You know, doctor, I've been willing to tolerate
your... eccentricities
because you do produce results
but I cannot have your credibility challenged.
No more night swims.
Am I clear?
And, doctor, please. Invest in some pajamas.
Hey, lieu, if you're done with the skinny dipper
we got a body.
Nice booking photo.
Kinda chilly tonight. Here's my number.
Ah, swimming cha cha in the East River.
You starting a Polar Bear Club without me?
- A what? - Oh, doc, I almost forgot.
Um, I asked everybody to pitch in and, uh...
We picked these up for ya.
[All laughing]
Um, trunks optional.
Okay, some of us cops have work to do.
[Sighs] Body just arrived downstairs. Stabbing victim.
Unis found him in a mid-town dumpster.
I'll start on my autopsy immediately.
Are we gonna talk about it...
You swimming naked in the East River?
I'd rather not.
Okay.
Henry...
Are you alright?
[Sighs] Long night. I'm fine.
First off, don't feel bad, alright?
I do plenty of stuff in my personal life
that Johnny Law would frown upon.
Let your freak flag fly.
That's what my mom used to say.
Where's this stabbing victim, Lucas?
Right, this way.
Raj Patel, 31 years old.
Lived in Jersey.
'Still checkin' on family and where he worked.'
He drove a cab.
Duh. Obviously, right?
How would you know that?
Well, telltale signs.
The, uh, sun damage on his left elbow
and his gastrocnemius on his right leg is enlarged.
Make a note to Jo that there might be a missing cab.
(Lucas) 'Okay.'
'It's weird, huh?'
I mean, there's no mark on his entire body
except for the puncture wound, and it goes straight through.
This man was killed with one precise thrust
through the spine, heart and sternum.
It would have taken incredible skill, strength
and a special blade.
No. A sword.
A sword. Gotcha.
Okay. I'll put an APB out for the Highlander.
Who?
The Highlander?
Christopher Lambert, Sean Connery...
"There can be only one."
Nothin'?
Um, you know what? Forget it.
[Theme music]
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Henry, please tell me
you're not challenging the caller to a duel.
This is research. I have to get back to the lab.
Wait. What are you doing?
- My job. - Are you crazy?
You're being stalked by a psychopath who can't be killed.
You don't understand. He's killed someone else.
A cab driver, Raj Patel.
I find Raj's killer, I find the caller.
- You can't do this by yourself. - What are you saying?
With the caller out there, you need help.
Someone you can trust.
I've already got someone I can trust.
No, no, someone, someone
someone with a badge.
Jo?
This guy's got 2000 years experience.
What are you gonna do when you find him?
What are you gonna do, huh?
Just ask him to stop? Politely?
Tell Jo about me and the anonymous caller?
She'll think I'm insane.
Henry, Henry, you need her.
Hell, you might need the entire NYPD.
But you can trust her.
I've done that before.
It ended poorly.
Stop it! There's been a mistake!
Nora, please tell them there's been a mistake!
- I just want you to get better. - Nora!
Look. Look at me.
I'm not mad.
'Simply tell the doctor this was a mistake.'
- 'That you were mistaken.' - Was I?
'Was I mistaken when you put that knife to your wrist?'
Well, I had to show someone.
And you're my wife.
I trust you.
- Forgive me. - Nora, don't do this!
You're sick, Henry.
They can help you here.
Nora. Nora?
Nora!
- Steady, Lucas. - It's deceptively heavy.
Well, that's wrong.
Well, after 10 minutes like this
I think you'd agree.
No. I mean, it's not the right sword.
The blade that killed Raj
was 9 millimeters wider than the rapier.
[Clears throat]
Ah, detectives.
We're ready for you.
Raj Patel was killed with a single-edged sword.
The thrust went through his back and exited his torso.
'A swift, clinical murder.'
Jeez. Look at that.
All that to steal a cab?
What can you tell us about Raj?
Well, driving is sedentary work
but judging from his recent stria
on his bilateral over hangs...
Stretch marks on his love handles.
And his erythematous epicondyle...
(Lucas) 'Sunburn on his elbow.'
And his lack of hemorrhoids...
'No translation necessary.'
All suggest that he hadn't been a cabbie for very long.
Oh, by the way, Detective Hanson
you might consider a standing desk
for that condition.
What condition?
Uh, h-hold on.
Hanson here.
Uh, what did you get off the tox report?
Came back clean.
No drugs, no alcohol.
One little blip here...
'He was recently given a hepatitis B vaccination.'
Which is standard for medical professionals
but unusual for a cab driver.
Yeah, young cabbies often have a second job.
Maybe he was working at a hospital, too.
Have you had any luck in finding the cab itself, detective?
It may no longer be on Manhattan.
Good guess, doc.
Water cops just found something submerged
in the Hudson right off of Pier 40.
It's... it's our taxi. They're pulling it out now.
[Dramatic music]
Henry, you comin'?
Yes, of course.
Hey, Jo, do you see this?
Yep, it looks like your sword
went right through the seat.
Alright, what's the theory here?
'Passenger with sword stabs Raj, the driver'
'when he stopped.'
'Passenger dumps the body'
drives here and then launches the cab into the Hudson?
Is that it?
Hey, look at this window.
'These fragments make it look like'
'it was blown out from the inside.'
No.
It was shot out.
Somebody fired a gun?
(Hanson) 'Maybe the cabbie tried to shoot the passenger.'
No, don't do that!
Well, it couldn't have been Raj.
'The sword would have killed him almost instantly.'
Yeah, Raj didn't own a gun.
At least not one registered to him.
Ever see a casing like this?
My father was a gun collector.
'This is a 7.63 millimeter shell casing.'
'It's from an old automatic.'
Like, turn of the century, Jo.
Now, what would a cabbie be doing
carrying an antique gun?
Could have been the killer's.
'Maybe this guy had an antique weapon fetish.'
Sounds like your dream case, doc.
'What are you thinkin'?'
[Dramatic music]
Whoa. Looks like somebody was desperate to get out.
'Henry?'
Sorry, you were saying?
Those scratches... You think we can pull DNA?
Well, with all this water, I doubt it.
[Dramatic music]
Henry.
This is your watch.
What?
Yeah, you must've dropped it.
Thank you.
Try not to go contaminating the crime scene, doc.
You don't want us thinking you're the killer, right?
That would be shocking.
We've been in the antique business for 20 years
and never have we been by appointment only.
A temporary change made by management
due to the present security situation
involving un-killable psychopaths.
I need your help.
Did you tell Jo?
[Sighs] She's after a killer
with a penchant for antique weapons.
Anything else I tell her will make me sound insane.
Henry, this guy calls you from time to time on the phone.
- She should know that. - Will you please help me?
You are incredible. Yes, of course, I'll help.
What do you need?
[Instrumental music]
Anything over there?
I've got bupkes.
This is ridiculous, you know that?
Well, have faith.
Based on my calculations the cab impacted the water over there
'meaning the gun shouldn't be far.'
How do you know that?
In 1904...
...a steamboat sank in these waters.
Interestingly enough
the offshore current pushed most of the debris
this way under the pier.
- Meaning? - Have faith in the plan.
I have a lot of faith, you know
in you, in me, in the Yankees.
This fakakta plan, not so much.
(Henry) 'It's going to work.'
How does Jo put up with you, hmm?
You're very cocky with the theories, you know?
Oh!
I think I found it.
That it?
- Oh, well done, Abraham. - 'Hmm.'
Mm, it's too deep to reach.
- Good. Let's go home. - Are you kidding?
One quick dip, and it's ours.
Oh, no, no no. Please don't do this.
Don't do this. Come on, it's very cold out.
It's like a summer's day in England.
I can see your breath.
Henry.
Oh, my God.
I mean, do you know how cold that water is?
And there a lot of very, very strange things in there
aside from guns.
Well, I shall add to the mixture.
Oh, for God's sake.
Where did you get those?
A gift from Detective Hanson.
I'm not gonna ask.
Well, you just, just be very care...
Care... Careful.
(male #1) 'Sir, please step away from the ledge.'
Hey, fellas. What's going on?
We're on official police business.
Uh, yeah, semi-official.
Oh, sure you are.
Why don't you come over here and we'll talk about it?
Two arrests for indecent exposure
in less than 48 hours?
What am I supposed to do with you?
- I can explain. - What?
It's the, it's the sleepwalking again?
No! This has to do with the case.
We found a shell in the car...
A unique caliber to an antique gun.
It's in the water under the pier.
If we retrieve it, it may lead us to our killer.
And why didn't you come to me?
Perhaps I should have.
That might have been the right thing to do
but I was worried that you might say no
and there really isn't much time to waste.
There is a killer out there, and we need to find him now!
[Instrumental music]
I do beg your pardon. I have no idea why I'm shouting.
Perhaps I should stop talking now
and await your verdict.
(Jo) Another naked swim? Really?
I wasn't completely naked.
Will you please send someone to the pier?
The gun from the cab is in the water near the landing.
What did Reece say?
[Sighs] I need to see a therapist.
Well, every cop gets sent to Bellevue
to sit with a shrink.
It's okay. Your job is stressful.
I'm fine, I don't need a therapist.
Take it from me. It builds up.
So many years of doing this job
you need somebody to talk to.
If you need someone... I'm here.
[Sighs] You know what?
Go talk to the therapist.
What's the worst that could happen?
[Sighs] You are a sane man, Dr. Morgan...
...with a clear conscience
an unclouded mind, that's obvious...
Yes. Yes, I am.
Which makes it all the more difficult
to understand why you would tell your wife
that you are immortal.
'Why would you believe in that moment'
'something that any sane man would know is impossible.'
I'm not an immortal.
I wasn't in my... right mind
when I said those words to Nora.
I have since... come back to my senses.
Perhaps... but we must be scientific
to ensure that it does not happen again.
'I am prescribing a new treatment for you.'
Have you heard of hydrotherapy?
No.
Good.
It is very scientific.
You seem anxious, Dr. Morgan.
I'm fine, Dr. Farber. Completely fine.
I see.
Now... how do you take it?
One lump, please, uh, milk first. Thank you.
Nice cup of Darjeeling to help the medicine go down.
Have you ever been to therapy
'or worked with a psychiatrist before?'
Uh, this is my first trip to Bellevue.
Ah. Welcome, then.
Did Lieutenant Reece tell you
how many sessions are required, Dr. Farber?
The number's up to me
and, uh, please, call me Lewis.
May I call you Henry?
Great.
So... you're a Londoner?
Yes, yes, originally.
It's great to hear a, uh, English accent.
We Brits must stick together.
You followed your wife here?
Yes...
Ah, now I've heard about your Sherlockian gifts.
What gave me away?
In the pictures, your wife's hair is cut in the fashion
'to de-emphasize her attractiveness'
and enhance authority, common to corporate executives.
Your degree from Oxford is impressive, congratulations.
But hardly lucrative enough to justify moving one's family.
She's got a great job.
Now, we shouldn't be really talking about me.
But, um... can I ask...
Do you ever really feel at home here?
'It's just, uh, I've been here nearly a year'
'and I still sense I'm out of place.'
That never goes away.
Hmm.
And when you feel like that...
...who do you talk to?
Is this it?
Is this therapy?
It just started.
I ask the questions and you answer how you like.
I believe that we all need a person
that we can share our secrets with
'someone we can trust.'
Now, that could be me.
Uh, could be a friend.
I have Abe.
(Dr. Farher) 'And who is Abe?'
We share a small antique shop in the city.
'He's a friend.'
And how about at w-work...
Someone closer to your own age?
What about, um, Detective Martinez?
Can you trust her?
[Instrumental music]
[Phone ringing]
Henry was right.
Divers found it right where Dr. Crazy Crackers
said it would be.
- What is it? - That is a C96 Mauser.
'Early prototype. Super rare.'
But that's not the most exciting part here, Jo.
That gun is registered to a Brooklyn address...
One Richard Smight.
How'd you like to go kick down a door?
You gotta ask?
Look, I like, what I've found here in New York.
Working with Jo...
I'd hate to lose that.
[Dramatic music]
Mr. Smight?
This is only your first session?
And you certainly don't have to answer this
'if you don't want to, but... '
What exactly are you afraid of?
Someone getting hurt...
...because of me.
Richard? It's Detective Martinez with the NYPD.
Please open the door?
Mr. Smight? We're gonna come in.
[Dramatic music]
What the hell is that?
Our new victim...
...except somebody's already performed the autopsy.
[Sighs]
Call Henry.
- We have a name? - Richard Smight.
Landlords say he's lived here for about five years.
Keeps to himself, mostly.
Looks like he was autopsied, right?
But this wasn't an autopsy.
An autopsy can only be performed on the dead.
This man was still alive.
The autopsy was the cause of death.
Do you see any connection between this guy and Raj?
Yes. Both men were killed with incredible precision.
This man was cut open with a drop point blade
like a hunting knife, no.
Exactly like a hunting knife.
[Dramatic music]
Hey. What's up, buddy?
Excuse me.
Henry...
What's up with him?
He uses a hunting knife.
Lucas, where are my tools?
Where they always are.
'What's going on?'
See?
Right where they always are.
In perfect condition, sharpened and cleaned.
[Music continues]
- Everything okay? - Yes.
I have to pop out for a moment.
Prep Mr. Smight when he comes in.
I won't be long.
Ah, sorry. By appointment only.
I think you may be right.
- What happened? - He's upped the ante.
The caller's killing people
in order to frame me for murder.
Listen, Henry, I heard enough.
You gotta pack your things. I'll get my gear. We gotta go.
But that's what he wants. He's forcing us to leave.
Stripping away my life, piece by piece. Why?
We're not gonna stay here to find out.
You cannot stay and fight, not by yourself.
We gotta do whatever we've always done.
- We gotta get outta town or... - Or?
Or you call Jo. Tell the police.
Well, they'd never believe me.
We're running.
Lucas? Hey, where's Henry?
I need to look at Richard Smight's report.
Oh. I guess he stepped out.
Yeah, he should be back...
S-soonish.
What's wrong?
- Nothing, I... - Lucas.
Look, I don't know. Okay?
I mean, we usually go over the bodies together
right when they come in, and this time, he just... split.
And this body is super creeping me out.
(Jo) 'Why?'
What's creeping me out is the way
that the autopsy was performed.
I mean, the flourishes and the scalpel marks and...
Look... every ME is a painter, right?
And they have brushstrokes, and...
Well...
These are Henry's.
[Music continues]
Five minutes!
(Henry) 'Almost ready.'
'I just need to grab a few more things.'
[Dramatic music]
[Music continues]
(Jo) 'Henry?'
[Sighs] It's not what you think it is.
Actually, it's exactly what you think it is.
It's the murder weapon
the one he used to kill Richard Smight
'the second victim.'
Why do you have it?
[Music continues]
Well...
It's mine.
Henry, what the hell is going on?
Don't you dare say it's complicated.
I need the truth right now.
Why do you have that?
You won't believe me.
Try me.
As your friend, I am giving you
'the chance to explain yourself.'
Just tell me the truth.
Henry, tell her.
(male #2) Tell me again, the truth.
Are you immortal?
I was confused before.
I'm a man. I know that now.
You're lying... again.
No. No, please.
[Sobbing] Please! For God's sake!
I'm not immortal!
[Sobbing]
No! No! No!
Henry, tell us everything.
No more secrets.
[Sighs]
I have a stalker.
Began a few months ago with an anonymous call.
'I thought it was nothing to worry anyone about.'
Just a lonely person with an obsession with death.
But I soon realized that he was disturbed...
Insane, really.
He believes that he is immortal.
- Immortal? - Yeah.
I stopped talking to him, and I thought it was over
but when I saw the second body, the autopsied man
I realized that my stalker was the killer
and that he'd done it using my tools.
Why were you leaving town?
Because I thought it might stop him.
He's obsessed.
If I'm here, he will kill again.
Lieu, Henry was with a therapist when we found the body.
You can't think that he would...
I should have told you.
You have, you all have every reason
to suspect that it was me.
Henry?
We're gonna catch this son of a bitch.
This guy got into our building.
Get me surveillance on the OCME and then lock it down.
I want a task force up and running ASAP.
This is our priority.
Dr. Morgan...
I know you've been through a lot.
But I'm gonna need the autopsy on that last victim.
Give me something to catch this killer.
[Dramatic music]
Oh. Found something.
A bite mark.
- Oh, those are human teeth. - Oh.
The cabbie was recently vaccinated for hepatitis B.
- Yeah. - What about this man?
Uh, Mr. Smight...
...received a vaccine six months ago.
Well, that's more than a coincidence.
What do we have?
They were both vaccinated for hepatitis B.
Could they've been working together?
Um... you know Smight was... An orderly at Bellevue.
The oldest psychiatric hospital in New York City.
They'd have to be vaccinated.
Raj's last job was with a security firm...
Titan Security.
They handle most of the security.
For the city's hospitals.
You're right. Bellevue might just be our connection.
[Instrumental music]
Hey, I spoke with HR.
Both victims worked here and both left
due to a physical altercation with the same patient.
- Which patient? - They won't tell us.
We need a court order to open the patient files.
[Sighs] There's no time for this.
Yeah, well, unless you're a psychiatrist
we wait for the warrant.
[Dramatic music]
Henry, I thought our appointment wasn't till Friday.
Lewis, I need your help with a critical matter.
We need to look at a patient's records.
He's the primary suspect in a murder investigation.
Now we are waiting on a warrant, but...
Lives are on the line, so I'm making a personal request
as an Englishman.
Will you help us?
Since you put it that way, come in.
Ah, patient's name is Clark Walker.
I've heard stories. He's one of the regulars here.
- What can you tell us? - Raised in the foster system.
No family to speak of.
The original birth records were destroyed in a fire.
Oh, that's convenient for an immortal.
Oh, yes, he thinks he's immortal.
You'll like this one, Henry.
He was caught skinny dipping in the river
on four different occasions.
[Clears throat] Ah.
The, uh, two employees who left...
'Was it because they assaulted Clark?'
Oh, no, no, he assaulted them.
Uh, the therapist has left a note here.
"Clark has no fear of personal harm or death.
"He also has violent tendencies.
"To avoid extended jail time
he had to agree to mandatory daily counseling."
Daily? When's his next session?
Right now.
NYPD. Is there a Clark Walker here?
He just signed out.
Lock it down. Lock it down.
[Alarms blaring]
(male #3) 'Attention, please do not leave the building'
'until further notice.'
There, Jo.
(male #3) 'Please do not leave the building until further notice.'
NYPD.
Excuse me. Stop him!
Stop him!
Excuse me. Watch out.
(male #3) 'Please do not leave the building until further notice.'
(male #3) 'Attention. Please do not leave the building... '
No!
This is our suspect, Clark Walker.
Last seen, Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital
40 minutes ago.
BOLO is out. Feds and state are looking, too.
But I want him.
'This is our suspect.'
'Go get him!'
Hey, don't worry. We're gonna find him.
- Jo... - Yeah?
He worked very hard to incriminate me.
Did you ever think it was me?
Henry, you are a lot of things
but a killer is not one of them.
Don't worry, we've got this covered.
People don't just disappear in New York these days.
You're safe.
[Instrumental music]
Abe?
[Operatic music]
Abe?
[Music continues]
Abe?
[Dramatic music]
Where's Abraham?
[Sighs] What did you do to him?
What do you want?
Kill me, Henry.
With this.
You're insane.
I won't do it.
(Abe) 'Henry!'
Henry, you home?
'I went to the Polish market.'
'Hey, what do you think about homemade pierogies?'
'Henry?'
'Hey, you there?'
What was that?
Aah!
(Abe) 'Henry?'
Uhh!
(Abe) 'Henry!'
No, Abraham, get away!
Uhh! Ohh!
Uhh.
What the hell?
(Abe) 'ls... is that him?'
[Sighs] It doesn't make any sense.
The caller said he was immortal, but this man is...
Dead.
Very dead.
He wasn't the anonymous caller.
[Instrumental music]
Is there anything else you noticed?
The smallest details can really help.
Hey, give him a break. He's one of us.
He'll, uh, he'll talk when he's ready. Thanks.
You did good, doc...
Taking out a serial killer.
Listen... it was a righteous kill.
♪♪ Just can't wait ♪♪
♪♪ Christmas can't come too soon ♪♪
♪♪ Tinsel's strung all the stockings hung ♪♪
♪♪ Sleigh bells on the snow ♪♪
♪♪ Gifts are packed all the presents wrapped ♪♪
♪♪ The children in bed ♪♪
♪♪ I've waited all year ♪♪
♪♪ And it's almost here ♪♪
♪♪ Christmas can't come too soon ♪♪
You know, a wise man once told me...
"The day when killing someone doesn't affect you...
...that's the day you got real problems."
I wouldn't listen to him.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
I disagree.
When you're ready to talk, I'm here.
We all are.
(male narrator) We all have secrets.
There's nothing wrong with that.
But we all need a confidante.
A friend to share our secrets with.
In a way, a shared secret tells us who our real friends are.
They're the people we trust the most.
[Phone ringing]
♪♪ And I just can't wait ♪♪
♪♪ Christmas can't come too soon ♪♪♪♪
(Adam) 'So you're wondering what happened.'
He wasn't you.
'Mmm, perhaps I gave poor Clark'
'the impression we could pass on our affliction.'
'Thankfully, we can't.'
'Clark was a full-blown psychopath'
'and if allowed more time, he would have killed again.'
'You did a good deed'
'if you don't mind me saying.'
Why? Why do this?
'After 200 years, you just did something for the first time.'
'You killed a man.'
'There's no other rush like it, taking a life.'
'It's thrilling. Tell me I'm wrong.'
I'm done with this.
You're just as sick as the man you sent here to kill me.
That's why you hide.
You're insane.
'Look outside.'
In my professional opinion...
...I disagree.
'I'm leaving town for a while'
'but I do look forward'
'to continuing our conversation.'
[Dramatic music]
Merry Christmas, Henry.
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[Theme music]