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.
Hope to see you again.
- Thank you. - Bye.
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
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 cockamamy experiments
really works. I mean, would you really do it?
Do you want to be gone that badly?
No. No. No, that's not what I'm saying.
I wanna grow old.
Experience the cycle of life, have gray hair.
'Become a curmudgeon like you.'
Ha, well...
Well, I, uh, I realize that glaucoma and sciatica
must seem very glamorous to you, but...
Just because you can't grow old
it 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!
Ah!
Help! Get him off me!
Help!
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 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 ago'
but it's been retailored 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.
Ripped By mstoll
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 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 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...
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...
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.'
She was beautiful.
We all have different ways of dealing with loss.
He never forgot her.
And 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... seven 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 it 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 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?
Sixty seven-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 seven grand.
'An ouroboros.'
Indeed.
Alright, 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 premiere 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 is very feminizing
ant 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.
Uh, what you're doing here sounds amazing.
You don't happen to have a card, do you?
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.
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 missus
and yet you don't have a wedding ring.
He wanted the younger model.
Well, that was foolish on his part.
Mm.
- Careful. - Oh!
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.
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?
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.
Some 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.
Well, medicine changes so rapidly.
Who knows what the future holds.
Well, maybe, one of these wonder drugs
will keep you alive someday.
'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.
'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.
Well, 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.
Alright, 250.
Hey, hey, Smitty. Hey.
Uh, 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 gotta help me.
T-two ME's 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!
Detective, there you are.
I've spent all night distilling and separating
the compounds found in Aterna.
It 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.
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's 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.
Forty six percent is considered optimal, but you're in the zone.
Wide eyes, high cheekbones
is 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 can 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
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.
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 sternal border.
Precise wound.
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.
Oh, 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 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
till 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 hold of every person
who ever went to that clinic get 'em to stop drinking it.
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 six.'
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've 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, uh, 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 ten 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 is 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 hold of every single one of these people.
Get 'em to stop drinking this stuff.
Henry? Are you alright? Hey!
Are you okay?
'Uh, this painting would be a fine addition
'to any collection.'
But what about resale value?
Well, I don't know, 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, 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 up 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 him 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, that-that's close. That's close.
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.
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 one 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 six minutes.
Hello? This is Henry Morgan's roommate.
I'm on the One train. Still on at 23rd, but I think...
She didn't get out at 23rd.
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-I have to go now.
- No! - 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.
You only go home to sleep.
- There is 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.
Goodnight, detective.
Goodnight, 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
After collapsed lungs.
No.
There are still options.
No.
Henry.
I should have stopped this a long time ago.
I wanna go outside.
Don't give up.
I'm not.
I'm giving in.
'Seeing it all as it should be.'
Henry, look.
'Look around.'
It's just all so beautiful.
When you are 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.
I got arrested!
I'll 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 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!
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