Forever (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 22 - The Last Death of Henry Morgan - full transcript
Jo is all that stands in the way of Henry's and Adam's impending clash.
Ow.
No I. D., so we got a Jane Doe.
Vic's in her 20s.
Nice clothes... Mostly thriftstore finds.
Her purse and her pockets have been emptied.
She was mugged.
Simple. I like simple.
Check out her hand.
You kill her, rob her, but
you forget the diamond?
There's nothing simple about that.
I have a theory!
I have a theory.
What the hell's around your neck?
It's a cravat.
It's a hankie.
It's...
- Lucas?
Okay.
The victim fell from the bridge.
The killer pushed her and then fled...
Check out these footprints.
Pretty deep in there.
I have a revised theory.
The killer pushed the victim and then leapt
sort of ninja-style, landing thusly.
You guys should be writing this down.
I think I'm gonna wait for Henry.
Where is he?
I don't know. He said
he needed some time off.
He is at a funeral for Abe's mother.
You didn't know?
No. It's no big deal.
I'm glad he has somebody to talk to.
Abigail Morgan was a mother...
A wife... a nurse...
A friend.
But more than that, for me, she was...
She was an angel.
She found two lost souls
and turned us into a family.
Thank you, mom.
I love you.
Do you want to say anything?
She, uh...
She saved me.
And I couldn't save her.
Easy, Henry.
Try to think of the good times.
That's what she'd want.
♪ Skylark ♪
♪ have you anything to say to me? ♪
Where did you get this?
Stray bullet, early in the war.
A bullet?
It should have destroyed your heart.
Well, the sniper missed.
You didn't know?
Mm.
♪ Skylark ♪
Oh, Abraham.
I'll go. I'll go.
No, don't go. Don't go.
Mm.
What's this scar?
It's a burn. It's nothing.
Cooking accident. I've had it for ages.
Not on the back of your neck.
It's a cigarette butt.
Why did I fall for a brilliant man?
Plenty of dumb men out there.
Abigail, who did this to you?
Must we know everything about each other?
Can't our past just... stay behind us?
Not if it continues to haunt you.
Let me protect you.
You okay?
I can't help thinking
about her last moments.
She was alone...
With him...
Scared.
And I wasn't there.
Adam will pay for this.
There is no making him pay.
He's immortal. You can't kill him.
Henry, there's no revenge.
Revenge is a long game, Abraham.
And all I have is time.
Spinal damage and cracks
to her occipital bone
point to the fall,
while the bruising on her
torso is from the initial fight.
That concludes my report.
I will be fielding any questions.
No?
Henry? You all right?
Look, we don't have to do this with you.
You can be with Abe
right now. We can just...
No, that's okay, Jo.
That won't be necessary. Thank you.
Lucas, what did Mies Van Der Rohe say?
Uh, "the goal of all life is death."
That was Freud.
Mies Van Der Rohe was an architect,
and he said, "God is in the details."
You see this bruising here?
Our killer used a small, compact weapon.
What about that?
It's shallow and serrated,
as if it were done with a bread knife.
Something's in it.
Yes.
Run a test on this, would you, Lucas?
Okay.
We also have this wound,
which was made at least a day before
the murder, and it became infected.
And according to the report...
It was infected
by microscopic shards of illyrian iron.
Very old.
And the powder here on her fingers...
A drying agent usually
found inside nitrile gloves,
the kind used by someone
who handles old artifacts.
Jo.
Guy just filed a missing-persons
report for a woman who matches our vic.
Blair Dryden, age 27.
Does she work in a museum?
Yeah.
She's not missing anymore.
Excuse me. Everyone needs
to go through security.
NYPD. We're looking for a miss...
Thank you, Ken.
Detective Martinez, I'm Diane Clark,
head curator of the antiquities department.
Ms. Clark, this is Dr. Morgan.
He's assisting me with this case.
Can you show us to Blair's office?
Of course. This way.
This is our collection of
uncataloged antiquities.
Do you know what Blair was working on?
Fired clay objects from the Roman era.
Yes, sometimes we use black light to...
Detect organic material, yeah?
Do you mind if we turn off the lights?
It's okay. He loves a black light.
Blair had a cut on her hand.
She was cut here.
But it wasn't from a pottery shard.
We found particulates of iron.
Iron?
Not in this collection.
Blood.
You think whatever she
had was wrapped in that?
Metals, unlike pottery,
mineralize over time.
They literally shed and,
therefore, leave a mark.
Do you mind awfully
turning on the table light?
Looks like a knife.
Incredible. A dagger.
A pugio, to be exact.
I was stabbed with one in
the stomach 2.000 years ago.
This was Roman.
What era?
Between 50 and 40 B. C. Maybe later.
I believe that the only
thing that can kill us
is the weapon that made us this way.
Is it valuable?
An authentic pugio? Certainly.
But who would do this...
Would kill someone for an ancient dagger?
No!
There is no making him pay.
He's immortal. You can't kill him.
I'm sorry, Jo.
I need to see Abe on a rather urgent matter.
Excuse me.
I may have found a way to stop Adam.
It's a 44 B. C. pugio.
It's the knife that killed
Adam in his original death.
He believes it's the only
way to end his curse.
That means that you can kill him.
And he can kill you.
What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?
This gun can end your life.
But you knew that.
I didn't want you to worry,
to think that someday I might...
Test the theory on yourself?
Abraham, I would never do that to you.
But one day, I'll be gone.
We're not having this conversation.
But whether you ignore it
or not, it will happen.
I'm not gonna be here forever.
Don't you understand me?
Y- you need somebody.
S- someone to be there for you,
someone to share your secret with.
What's Blair Dryden doing with
an ancient Roman dagger?
She worked at the national museum.
Checked it out that day.
We believe she may have been killed for it.
The pugio is a
really remarkable weapon.
Not as effective as a
gladius or scutum, but...
Oh, I watch a lot of history channel.
Cellphone records have her
making one outgoing call
after she left the museum
to an Aubrey Griffin.
Record's clean.
Author of a book...
"Edged weapons of the ancient world:
Swords, daggers, and pugios."
I'm gonna kindle that.
Uh, Griffin's address is also two
blocks from the crime scene.
Great. Take Henry. Go.
Henry? I'm practically an expert.
I prefer a real one.
Was this woman here the other night?
She was.
Did Mr. Griffin leave with her?
No.
How can you be so sure?
Because Mr. Griffin never leaves.
How may I help you, officers?
I'm Detective Martinez.
We're just here to ask a few questions
about the death of Blair Dryden.
Anything I can do to help
this senseless tragedy.
Why was Blair here?
Blair often came here with artifacts
to authenticate or discover provenance...
That sort of thing.
What was it that she had found?
A dagger from 44 B. C.
You seem fairly certain of the date.
I can be more precise, if you like...
The 15th of March.
What am I missing?
The Ides of March.
The murder of Julius Caesar.
You're saying this pugio Blair found
is the same knife that killed...
Or one of them.
He was stabbed 23 times.
No one knows how many knives.
Through history, some objects gather lore.
The Hope Diamond, the Kusanagi Sword.
Caesar's dagger is equally cursed.
Some say that where the pugio goes,
death follows.
Okay.
Thank you, but I-I don't
think an ancient curse
followed Blair into Central
Park and killed her.
I should never have let
her go alone so late.
Late? What time?
10:00 P. M.
So Blair left work at 5:00,
only to meet you five hours later?
She said she had dinner with her fiancé.
Thank you for your time.
Do I need to see a lawyer?
Lawyer?
Dwayne, we're just trying to figure out
who did this to your fiancée.
We found a cut in her neck
made from a bread knife.
Our lab said the white
particulates in the cut...
They were from styrofoam.
You know, like the kind
they use to package gifts in
from, say, a wedding registry.
We'll get a warrant for your place.
You can just relax.
I have a feeling you're
gonna be here a while.
Okay!
Blair told me about the dagger.
She found it in a box,
and she thought it could be valuable.
So I took a photo of it,
and I posted it online.
I figured, "she's a curator.
I'm a drum teacher.
Weddings are expensive."
But you knew Blair
wouldn't agree to sell it,
and that made you angry.
No. No!
My buddy Xander was over.
We were playing Xbox.
We were...
Can I say "pot" in here?
Anyway, Xander thought that
he could pretend to mug her,
so he grabbed our bread knife
and he followed her into the park.
So you're saying Xander killed her?
No! He was going to be the
best man at my wedding!
He threw her off a bridge, Dwayne.
He didn't do it!
Xander called me right after.
He said he had the dagger
and that Blair was fine.
All right, where's Xander now?
He's hiding out.
Xander de Soto! NYPD!
Aw, geez.
He's been tortured.
Somebody got here first.
Jo, his blood hasn't congealed,
and his body's still warm.
This happened recently.
The killer may be close.
Okay, you take the
front. I'll clear upstairs.
Henry, stay right here.
Xander!
Xander. Can you hear me?
Stay with me, Xander! Stay with me!
You can't save him, Henry.
He's too far gone.
You.
You did this.
He told me he didn't have my dagger.
Silly me. I didn't believe him.
Turns out he's telling the truth.
Someone else beat us here.
Front's clear.
- Upstairs clear.
You'd better stay away from my dagger,
or there will be consequences.
Henry, we're all clear.
What is it?
No. Jo, wait.
Please, Jo. Don't go in there!
No, Jo. Wait. Jo, wait!
Wait. Please don't.
- No!
Henry!
Henry, what the hell is
the matter with you?!
I could have shot you!
Uh... I'm sorry.
I guess, uh...
I guess I got a little bit spooked
by the lore of the knife.
Are you kidding me?
You don't believe in some mystical knife!
No.
No, of course not.
He was gonna kill her, Abe. I'm sure of it.
Further proof... Adam is
a complete psychopath.
We know this.
If only Jo did.
She thinks I'm completely
mad, and I don't blame her.
She has no idea the danger she's in.
Well, there has to be a way to protect her.
Perhaps I can slow down the case,
keep her off the scent of the dagger
and then find it myself.
What?
Kill Adam?
What other choice do I have?
Henry, listen to me.
You're a kind, gentle, moral person,
but a killer, you're not.
Don't let rage cloud your judgment.
You'll lose.
Abigail.
Let me protect you.
Johnny Haygood?
You must be Abigail's new bloke.
Stay away from her.
Or I swear... You'll regret it.
Let's chat about this outside.
Henry!
Someone help!
Get a doctor!
Don't worry. We'll get you to a hospital.
You won't understand.
You won't understand. I'm sorry.
Oh, no, don't be sorry.
You're going to be fine.
Someone's going to come,
and we'll get you to the hospital.
I'm sorry.
Henry?
Henry, I'm shocked.
We have a case with a dagger
that was used to kill Julius Caesar,
and you haven't stormed up here till now?
We've been looking at the case all wrong.
There's the Henry I know.
I think that tracking the
pugio is a distraction.
At the end of the day, it's nothing
but a weathered, old piece of iron
with some supernatural
nonsense attached to it.
You're suggesting we
don't go after the dagger
that killed Julius Caesar?
Who are you, and what have
you done with Henry Morgan?
Xander's killer was a professional...
An expert in torture, a true sadist...
Whereas Blair's killer
was nothing of the sort.
We need to separate the bodies
and focus on the original victim, Blair.
You're wrong, Henry.
This case is all about that dagger.
That's what links the two victims.
There's simply no connection between...
Doc! Doc!
Not now, Lucas.
I found a connection
between the two bodies...
Xander and Blair.
Lucas, please demonstrate this connection
that I was unable to find.
If... if you look past all the damage
done to Xander's body,
you start to see signs
that he was actually attacked
before he was tortured.
Yes, that tends to happen.
Okay, but... but look right here.
You see these long, thin contusions?
These match exactly with the compact bruises
that were found on Blair's body.
I also found some white powder on his arm
where he was grabbed.
I tested it... It's the exact same powder
that we found on Blair's hand.
From nitrile gloves that
she wore at the museum.
Come on, Henry. We're going to the museum.
Are you sure that's a good idea, Jo?
Shouldn't we wait for backup?
It's a museum. We don't
need the national guard.
Come on.
So, these are all the employees
that handle the artifacts.
Policy is everyone uses gloves.
Well, then, we'll have
to sit down with everyone.
Okay, let's start at the top.
Henry?
What's up? Did you see
something? -No. No, nothing.
Oh. Okay.
Well, come on. We got a
lot of people to talk to.
Yes, why don't you, uh, go on ahead?
I'll be right with you.
Okay.
Aah!
The dagger... Your life's in danger.
Drop it!
Drop your weapon. Turn around.
On your knees.
All the way down. Hands behind your back.
Thank you, Jo.
That was rather unpleasant.
Don't mind me. I'll be fine in a minute.
The hell is going on with you?
It's like you're trying
to sabotage this case.
Look, I'm sorry. Occasionally,
I happen to be wrong.
I was uncertain about the guard.
No, you knew. You lied to me, Henry.
I deserve the truth.
I believe the lore about the pugio.
Death follows it, Jo.
I was trying to protect you.
Forget I asked.
Recognize this girl, Ken?
She was a colleague of yours at the museum.
You know what did that?
A telescoping baton to the back of the head.
He's not gonna break.
We're gonna need DNA from the baton
to tie him to the murder.
May I suggest we focus more on motive,
perhaps tying him to the
missing pugio dagger?
Julius Caesar's murder weapon?
I thought you were off of that.
I just can't see this man acting alone.
What's the value for him?
How about some quick cash?
Check out his hands. They're shaking.
Maybe he's feeding a habit.
No.
They're muscle spasms.
Swollen fingers, bruising on the arms.
They're not narcotic withdrawal symptoms.
He has kidney disease.
Maybethat's Hanson's strategy -
keep him in there until
one of them passes out.
I love the silent treatment.
You know what this moron doesn't realize
is I got nowhere to go but home,
and I never want to go there.
How long might this war of attrition take?
Hours, days.
Legally, we can keep the guy up to 72 hours,
so better juice up.
Perhaps a, uh, gentler approach
might yield quicker results, detective.
Jo, you want to take a crack
at the guy, be my guest.
How old are your kids?
I saw their photo on your phone.
14 and 16.
He speaks.
Everyone loves to talk about their kids.
And they're also crazy-expensive.
You don't strike me as a killer, Ken.
You strike me as someone
who is willing to do anything
to provide for the people he loves.
I want to see my lawyer.
Okay.
Well, we'll work on that.
While we do,
let's talk about what you
were doing in central park.
Now.
I'm not saying another word... until...
Ken?
Ken?
He's having a heart attack.
Call 911.
You're feeling weak, dizzy,
like your heart is about to stop.
Yeah.
I can help you.
But you need to tell me where the dagger is.
I- I don't know.
There's no time to waste. You're dying.
Where's the dagger?
Coming through!
He swallowed an antacid.
He's experiencing hypermagnesemia.
Hook him up to an I. V. of calcium.
That should do the trick.
All is fine here.
Terribly sorry. Have a dinner engagement.
What?
What happened?
Maybe something he ate or drank?
We'll take him in, but he should be fine.
What am I looking for, Jo?
Right here.
I want to see what happened
when Henry came in.
Blow that up.
Do we have audio?
Let me see what I can do.
You're dying. Tell me where the dagger is.
I need to see all the footage that happened
outside this precinct in
the last five minutes.
Sure.
Who we after?
Henry.
The museum guard told you?
Yes.
Where's the cavalry?
Just me.
I never meant to harm Blair.
She just...
Wanted to return the pugio to the museum.
But you wouldn't have that.
So you paid the guard to stop her.
Why was it so important to you?
It's because of this.
This ledger belonged to Dr. Josef Mengele.
You remember the camps, Henry.
It's the smell that I remember most...
The smell of death.
Its pages are filled
with experiments too horrific to imagine.
One detail caught my attention...
About a patient.
No matter what Mengele did to him,
no matter the torture...
No matter the death,
he always managed to return to life.
He would disappear
and then be reborn in a nearby river.
The patient revealed the
source of his affliction.
The dagger.
The Caesar dagger.
Legend has it that death follows the dagger,
but I wonder if death
really follows this man,
this immortal.
Well. It's quite the tale.
Bit fantastical for me.
I think the opposite.
You do believe me.
I wonder why that is.
Well, if what you say is true,
the man will come for it.
He'll kill you.
I will gladly trade my life
for proof of the existence of
something else out there...
Something bigger than our mortal lives.
Can you imagine?
Henry?
Oh, God. Thank God it's you.
Give me the knife.
No, Jo. I can't let you have this.
You have to trust me.
Not anymore, Henry.
What did you do to that security guard?
Did you put something in his coffee?
I simply raised his magnesia levels.
I gave him an antacid.
No, you didn't, Henry.
I gave him the coffee. You put that on me.
I'm sorry.
What am I to you?
You're my friend...
My partner.
You're someone I care very deeply about.
But not enough to trust, huh?
Here's what you've been to me.
You are someone who has frustrated me
and confused me
and made me look at life in a different way.
And, most importantly...
You have made me feel again.
For that, I will... always be grateful.
Get out, Henry.
What happened?
Hold it!
What the hell are you doing with that?!
I'm guarding the safe.
We got a psychopathic immortal out there.
Have you been sitting there all day?
Yes. Mostly.
I took a few bathroom breaks,
and then I had lunch with Myron.
Other than that, I've been a hawk.
Did you find that, uh, that pugio dagger?
Yes.
Only problem is, it's
now with Jo and the NYPD.
Oh, good. Maybe it's safer that way.
No one is safe with Adam out there.
He'll come looking for
it. And he'll hurt her.
All this would be so
much easier if I didn't...
You're emoting, Henry.
Continue.
Whatever feelings I have
for Jo are not relevant.
I have to protect her from Adam.
I know what I have to do...
Whether she hates me for it or not.
Lucas, there's a knife in evidence lockup.
I need to do a metallurgy test on it.
Could you fetch it for me, please?
No can do, doc.
Jo came down. She said you'd ask.
She also said if I gave
it to you, I'd be fired
and possibly prosecuted
for evidence tampering.
Case is closed.
Guess it's back to your old day job, right?
Might want to get started
with the stack of paperwork
in your office there.
Lucas, this is no time...
Do paperwork!
Now.
Lucas.
Hm?
They're going to know it was you.
When I started here, I...
I just thought it'd be cool
to work around dead bodies, you know?
Truth be told, I snuck
in here a few weekends
and made some short films.
I'm sorry.
But working with you...
I-I now know what's
possible with the living.
I mean, how many people can say
that they've truly witnessed greatness?
Besides, commands are no constraints.
Right, Henry?
Did you just quote Milton?
Yeah.
Actually, I looked it up
in anticipation of this conversation.
I wanted to sound smart.
You are smart, Lucas.
I'm proud of you.
Cool.
Next stop... Fort Hamilton.
I was happy to receive your call, Henry.
You know... I was like you once.
Perhaps not quite as
dapper, but a decent man.
My first death also came
trying to save the life of another.
Alas, I failed.
So, take a good look, Henry.
This is what a decent man
looks like after 2.000 years.
Are you not feeling chatty today?
Oh, I don't blame you.
You're here to kill me.
You're not the first.
Maybe you'll be the last.
Goodbye, Adam.
Game's over.
What? That's it?
You don't get to not play, Henry!
Do I need to recount
the final agonizing moments
of dear Abigail's life?
Have you seen this?
She had it on her when she died.
Sentimental till the end.
I can make you play, Henry.
You have my gun?!
Was this the point of your game...
To test a theory?
"Does the gun work? Does the dagger work?
Can we die?"
Do you think I'm afraid of death?!
No, but you're afraid of something...
Something you fear far more than death.
Did you know that your partner
followed you down here?
You stay away from her.
Her?
Oh, you're not thinking, Henry.
What you fear more than
anything in this world
is someone learning about your secret.
I assume she heard that last shot.
If not...
She's sure to hear this one.
Henry?!
Henry!
In a few seconds, your
partner will come in here
and one of two things will happen.
She'll either find you dead...
Or she'll watch you disappear.
Either way, Henry...
Your life is over.
I...
Now, now.
What is it?
I'm... I'm...
I'm not a killer.
I'm a doctor.
Henry?!
Henry?!
Come on, come on, come on.
Where are you?
Henry.
Come out.
Please.
Henry.
Henry.
Ohhhh!
Somebody call an ambulance!
He suffers from a condition
called lockedin syndrome...
Complete paralysis of his
body and muscle functions,
but his brain is still active.
The result of an air
embolism in his brain stem.
So he can hear me? He's
just... frozen like that?
I'm afraid so.
How long will it last?
I wish I knew.
Could be a lifetime.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry.
We'll find a way out of this.
We've got eternity together.
None of us can
make it through this life
without suffering some kind of pain.
Having lived through my
fair share, I can tell you
the most difficult to endure is loneliness.
Bye, Abraham.
♪ Turn ♪
♪ take these eyes ♪
♪ and all I want ♪
♪ my disguise ♪
Abigail.
Look.
You mustn't misunderstand
what you think you saw.
There's a perfectly logical explana...
Shhhhhh.
You poor man.
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ oh, oh, oh ♪
hey, Methuselah. Your move.
Not all of us can live forever.
Apologies, Abraham.
Adam was right.
Life is a game... And
one that we must play.
Right.
Where were we?
No matter how careful we are,
there is simply no way to go
through this life unscathed.
But, fortunately for us,
it's a game we don't have to play alone.
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
Hello, detective. Do you have
a new mystery for me to solve?
Yeah, I think, uh, you could say that.
Thank goodness.
It was just stolen.
I was about to file a police report, and...
Well, here you are.
You know, I figured you'd say that.
I... also found this.
I was hoping you could explain it to me.
Tell her.
It's a long story.
No I. D., so we got a Jane Doe.
Vic's in her 20s.
Nice clothes... Mostly thriftstore finds.
Her purse and her pockets have been emptied.
She was mugged.
Simple. I like simple.
Check out her hand.
You kill her, rob her, but
you forget the diamond?
There's nothing simple about that.
I have a theory!
I have a theory.
What the hell's around your neck?
It's a cravat.
It's a hankie.
It's...
- Lucas?
Okay.
The victim fell from the bridge.
The killer pushed her and then fled...
Check out these footprints.
Pretty deep in there.
I have a revised theory.
The killer pushed the victim and then leapt
sort of ninja-style, landing thusly.
You guys should be writing this down.
I think I'm gonna wait for Henry.
Where is he?
I don't know. He said
he needed some time off.
He is at a funeral for Abe's mother.
You didn't know?
No. It's no big deal.
I'm glad he has somebody to talk to.
Abigail Morgan was a mother...
A wife... a nurse...
A friend.
But more than that, for me, she was...
She was an angel.
She found two lost souls
and turned us into a family.
Thank you, mom.
I love you.
Do you want to say anything?
She, uh...
She saved me.
And I couldn't save her.
Easy, Henry.
Try to think of the good times.
That's what she'd want.
♪ Skylark ♪
♪ have you anything to say to me? ♪
Where did you get this?
Stray bullet, early in the war.
A bullet?
It should have destroyed your heart.
Well, the sniper missed.
You didn't know?
Mm.
♪ Skylark ♪
Oh, Abraham.
I'll go. I'll go.
No, don't go. Don't go.
Mm.
What's this scar?
It's a burn. It's nothing.
Cooking accident. I've had it for ages.
Not on the back of your neck.
It's a cigarette butt.
Why did I fall for a brilliant man?
Plenty of dumb men out there.
Abigail, who did this to you?
Must we know everything about each other?
Can't our past just... stay behind us?
Not if it continues to haunt you.
Let me protect you.
You okay?
I can't help thinking
about her last moments.
She was alone...
With him...
Scared.
And I wasn't there.
Adam will pay for this.
There is no making him pay.
He's immortal. You can't kill him.
Henry, there's no revenge.
Revenge is a long game, Abraham.
And all I have is time.
Spinal damage and cracks
to her occipital bone
point to the fall,
while the bruising on her
torso is from the initial fight.
That concludes my report.
I will be fielding any questions.
No?
Henry? You all right?
Look, we don't have to do this with you.
You can be with Abe
right now. We can just...
No, that's okay, Jo.
That won't be necessary. Thank you.
Lucas, what did Mies Van Der Rohe say?
Uh, "the goal of all life is death."
That was Freud.
Mies Van Der Rohe was an architect,
and he said, "God is in the details."
You see this bruising here?
Our killer used a small, compact weapon.
What about that?
It's shallow and serrated,
as if it were done with a bread knife.
Something's in it.
Yes.
Run a test on this, would you, Lucas?
Okay.
We also have this wound,
which was made at least a day before
the murder, and it became infected.
And according to the report...
It was infected
by microscopic shards of illyrian iron.
Very old.
And the powder here on her fingers...
A drying agent usually
found inside nitrile gloves,
the kind used by someone
who handles old artifacts.
Jo.
Guy just filed a missing-persons
report for a woman who matches our vic.
Blair Dryden, age 27.
Does she work in a museum?
Yeah.
She's not missing anymore.
Excuse me. Everyone needs
to go through security.
NYPD. We're looking for a miss...
Thank you, Ken.
Detective Martinez, I'm Diane Clark,
head curator of the antiquities department.
Ms. Clark, this is Dr. Morgan.
He's assisting me with this case.
Can you show us to Blair's office?
Of course. This way.
This is our collection of
uncataloged antiquities.
Do you know what Blair was working on?
Fired clay objects from the Roman era.
Yes, sometimes we use black light to...
Detect organic material, yeah?
Do you mind if we turn off the lights?
It's okay. He loves a black light.
Blair had a cut on her hand.
She was cut here.
But it wasn't from a pottery shard.
We found particulates of iron.
Iron?
Not in this collection.
Blood.
You think whatever she
had was wrapped in that?
Metals, unlike pottery,
mineralize over time.
They literally shed and,
therefore, leave a mark.
Do you mind awfully
turning on the table light?
Looks like a knife.
Incredible. A dagger.
A pugio, to be exact.
I was stabbed with one in
the stomach 2.000 years ago.
This was Roman.
What era?
Between 50 and 40 B. C. Maybe later.
I believe that the only
thing that can kill us
is the weapon that made us this way.
Is it valuable?
An authentic pugio? Certainly.
But who would do this...
Would kill someone for an ancient dagger?
No!
There is no making him pay.
He's immortal. You can't kill him.
I'm sorry, Jo.
I need to see Abe on a rather urgent matter.
Excuse me.
I may have found a way to stop Adam.
It's a 44 B. C. pugio.
It's the knife that killed
Adam in his original death.
He believes it's the only
way to end his curse.
That means that you can kill him.
And he can kill you.
What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?
This gun can end your life.
But you knew that.
I didn't want you to worry,
to think that someday I might...
Test the theory on yourself?
Abraham, I would never do that to you.
But one day, I'll be gone.
We're not having this conversation.
But whether you ignore it
or not, it will happen.
I'm not gonna be here forever.
Don't you understand me?
Y- you need somebody.
S- someone to be there for you,
someone to share your secret with.
What's Blair Dryden doing with
an ancient Roman dagger?
She worked at the national museum.
Checked it out that day.
We believe she may have been killed for it.
The pugio is a
really remarkable weapon.
Not as effective as a
gladius or scutum, but...
Oh, I watch a lot of history channel.
Cellphone records have her
making one outgoing call
after she left the museum
to an Aubrey Griffin.
Record's clean.
Author of a book...
"Edged weapons of the ancient world:
Swords, daggers, and pugios."
I'm gonna kindle that.
Uh, Griffin's address is also two
blocks from the crime scene.
Great. Take Henry. Go.
Henry? I'm practically an expert.
I prefer a real one.
Was this woman here the other night?
She was.
Did Mr. Griffin leave with her?
No.
How can you be so sure?
Because Mr. Griffin never leaves.
How may I help you, officers?
I'm Detective Martinez.
We're just here to ask a few questions
about the death of Blair Dryden.
Anything I can do to help
this senseless tragedy.
Why was Blair here?
Blair often came here with artifacts
to authenticate or discover provenance...
That sort of thing.
What was it that she had found?
A dagger from 44 B. C.
You seem fairly certain of the date.
I can be more precise, if you like...
The 15th of March.
What am I missing?
The Ides of March.
The murder of Julius Caesar.
You're saying this pugio Blair found
is the same knife that killed...
Or one of them.
He was stabbed 23 times.
No one knows how many knives.
Through history, some objects gather lore.
The Hope Diamond, the Kusanagi Sword.
Caesar's dagger is equally cursed.
Some say that where the pugio goes,
death follows.
Okay.
Thank you, but I-I don't
think an ancient curse
followed Blair into Central
Park and killed her.
I should never have let
her go alone so late.
Late? What time?
10:00 P. M.
So Blair left work at 5:00,
only to meet you five hours later?
She said she had dinner with her fiancé.
Thank you for your time.
Do I need to see a lawyer?
Lawyer?
Dwayne, we're just trying to figure out
who did this to your fiancée.
We found a cut in her neck
made from a bread knife.
Our lab said the white
particulates in the cut...
They were from styrofoam.
You know, like the kind
they use to package gifts in
from, say, a wedding registry.
We'll get a warrant for your place.
You can just relax.
I have a feeling you're
gonna be here a while.
Okay!
Blair told me about the dagger.
She found it in a box,
and she thought it could be valuable.
So I took a photo of it,
and I posted it online.
I figured, "she's a curator.
I'm a drum teacher.
Weddings are expensive."
But you knew Blair
wouldn't agree to sell it,
and that made you angry.
No. No!
My buddy Xander was over.
We were playing Xbox.
We were...
Can I say "pot" in here?
Anyway, Xander thought that
he could pretend to mug her,
so he grabbed our bread knife
and he followed her into the park.
So you're saying Xander killed her?
No! He was going to be the
best man at my wedding!
He threw her off a bridge, Dwayne.
He didn't do it!
Xander called me right after.
He said he had the dagger
and that Blair was fine.
All right, where's Xander now?
He's hiding out.
Xander de Soto! NYPD!
Aw, geez.
He's been tortured.
Somebody got here first.
Jo, his blood hasn't congealed,
and his body's still warm.
This happened recently.
The killer may be close.
Okay, you take the
front. I'll clear upstairs.
Henry, stay right here.
Xander!
Xander. Can you hear me?
Stay with me, Xander! Stay with me!
You can't save him, Henry.
He's too far gone.
You.
You did this.
He told me he didn't have my dagger.
Silly me. I didn't believe him.
Turns out he's telling the truth.
Someone else beat us here.
Front's clear.
- Upstairs clear.
You'd better stay away from my dagger,
or there will be consequences.
Henry, we're all clear.
What is it?
No. Jo, wait.
Please, Jo. Don't go in there!
No, Jo. Wait. Jo, wait!
Wait. Please don't.
- No!
Henry!
Henry, what the hell is
the matter with you?!
I could have shot you!
Uh... I'm sorry.
I guess, uh...
I guess I got a little bit spooked
by the lore of the knife.
Are you kidding me?
You don't believe in some mystical knife!
No.
No, of course not.
He was gonna kill her, Abe. I'm sure of it.
Further proof... Adam is
a complete psychopath.
We know this.
If only Jo did.
She thinks I'm completely
mad, and I don't blame her.
She has no idea the danger she's in.
Well, there has to be a way to protect her.
Perhaps I can slow down the case,
keep her off the scent of the dagger
and then find it myself.
What?
Kill Adam?
What other choice do I have?
Henry, listen to me.
You're a kind, gentle, moral person,
but a killer, you're not.
Don't let rage cloud your judgment.
You'll lose.
Abigail.
Let me protect you.
Johnny Haygood?
You must be Abigail's new bloke.
Stay away from her.
Or I swear... You'll regret it.
Let's chat about this outside.
Henry!
Someone help!
Get a doctor!
Don't worry. We'll get you to a hospital.
You won't understand.
You won't understand. I'm sorry.
Oh, no, don't be sorry.
You're going to be fine.
Someone's going to come,
and we'll get you to the hospital.
I'm sorry.
Henry?
Henry, I'm shocked.
We have a case with a dagger
that was used to kill Julius Caesar,
and you haven't stormed up here till now?
We've been looking at the case all wrong.
There's the Henry I know.
I think that tracking the
pugio is a distraction.
At the end of the day, it's nothing
but a weathered, old piece of iron
with some supernatural
nonsense attached to it.
You're suggesting we
don't go after the dagger
that killed Julius Caesar?
Who are you, and what have
you done with Henry Morgan?
Xander's killer was a professional...
An expert in torture, a true sadist...
Whereas Blair's killer
was nothing of the sort.
We need to separate the bodies
and focus on the original victim, Blair.
You're wrong, Henry.
This case is all about that dagger.
That's what links the two victims.
There's simply no connection between...
Doc! Doc!
Not now, Lucas.
I found a connection
between the two bodies...
Xander and Blair.
Lucas, please demonstrate this connection
that I was unable to find.
If... if you look past all the damage
done to Xander's body,
you start to see signs
that he was actually attacked
before he was tortured.
Yes, that tends to happen.
Okay, but... but look right here.
You see these long, thin contusions?
These match exactly with the compact bruises
that were found on Blair's body.
I also found some white powder on his arm
where he was grabbed.
I tested it... It's the exact same powder
that we found on Blair's hand.
From nitrile gloves that
she wore at the museum.
Come on, Henry. We're going to the museum.
Are you sure that's a good idea, Jo?
Shouldn't we wait for backup?
It's a museum. We don't
need the national guard.
Come on.
So, these are all the employees
that handle the artifacts.
Policy is everyone uses gloves.
Well, then, we'll have
to sit down with everyone.
Okay, let's start at the top.
Henry?
What's up? Did you see
something? -No. No, nothing.
Oh. Okay.
Well, come on. We got a
lot of people to talk to.
Yes, why don't you, uh, go on ahead?
I'll be right with you.
Okay.
Aah!
The dagger... Your life's in danger.
Drop it!
Drop your weapon. Turn around.
On your knees.
All the way down. Hands behind your back.
Thank you, Jo.
That was rather unpleasant.
Don't mind me. I'll be fine in a minute.
The hell is going on with you?
It's like you're trying
to sabotage this case.
Look, I'm sorry. Occasionally,
I happen to be wrong.
I was uncertain about the guard.
No, you knew. You lied to me, Henry.
I deserve the truth.
I believe the lore about the pugio.
Death follows it, Jo.
I was trying to protect you.
Forget I asked.
Recognize this girl, Ken?
She was a colleague of yours at the museum.
You know what did that?
A telescoping baton to the back of the head.
He's not gonna break.
We're gonna need DNA from the baton
to tie him to the murder.
May I suggest we focus more on motive,
perhaps tying him to the
missing pugio dagger?
Julius Caesar's murder weapon?
I thought you were off of that.
I just can't see this man acting alone.
What's the value for him?
How about some quick cash?
Check out his hands. They're shaking.
Maybe he's feeding a habit.
No.
They're muscle spasms.
Swollen fingers, bruising on the arms.
They're not narcotic withdrawal symptoms.
He has kidney disease.
Maybethat's Hanson's strategy -
keep him in there until
one of them passes out.
I love the silent treatment.
You know what this moron doesn't realize
is I got nowhere to go but home,
and I never want to go there.
How long might this war of attrition take?
Hours, days.
Legally, we can keep the guy up to 72 hours,
so better juice up.
Perhaps a, uh, gentler approach
might yield quicker results, detective.
Jo, you want to take a crack
at the guy, be my guest.
How old are your kids?
I saw their photo on your phone.
14 and 16.
He speaks.
Everyone loves to talk about their kids.
And they're also crazy-expensive.
You don't strike me as a killer, Ken.
You strike me as someone
who is willing to do anything
to provide for the people he loves.
I want to see my lawyer.
Okay.
Well, we'll work on that.
While we do,
let's talk about what you
were doing in central park.
Now.
I'm not saying another word... until...
Ken?
Ken?
He's having a heart attack.
Call 911.
You're feeling weak, dizzy,
like your heart is about to stop.
Yeah.
I can help you.
But you need to tell me where the dagger is.
I- I don't know.
There's no time to waste. You're dying.
Where's the dagger?
Coming through!
He swallowed an antacid.
He's experiencing hypermagnesemia.
Hook him up to an I. V. of calcium.
That should do the trick.
All is fine here.
Terribly sorry. Have a dinner engagement.
What?
What happened?
Maybe something he ate or drank?
We'll take him in, but he should be fine.
What am I looking for, Jo?
Right here.
I want to see what happened
when Henry came in.
Blow that up.
Do we have audio?
Let me see what I can do.
You're dying. Tell me where the dagger is.
I need to see all the footage that happened
outside this precinct in
the last five minutes.
Sure.
Who we after?
Henry.
The museum guard told you?
Yes.
Where's the cavalry?
Just me.
I never meant to harm Blair.
She just...
Wanted to return the pugio to the museum.
But you wouldn't have that.
So you paid the guard to stop her.
Why was it so important to you?
It's because of this.
This ledger belonged to Dr. Josef Mengele.
You remember the camps, Henry.
It's the smell that I remember most...
The smell of death.
Its pages are filled
with experiments too horrific to imagine.
One detail caught my attention...
About a patient.
No matter what Mengele did to him,
no matter the torture...
No matter the death,
he always managed to return to life.
He would disappear
and then be reborn in a nearby river.
The patient revealed the
source of his affliction.
The dagger.
The Caesar dagger.
Legend has it that death follows the dagger,
but I wonder if death
really follows this man,
this immortal.
Well. It's quite the tale.
Bit fantastical for me.
I think the opposite.
You do believe me.
I wonder why that is.
Well, if what you say is true,
the man will come for it.
He'll kill you.
I will gladly trade my life
for proof of the existence of
something else out there...
Something bigger than our mortal lives.
Can you imagine?
Henry?
Oh, God. Thank God it's you.
Give me the knife.
No, Jo. I can't let you have this.
You have to trust me.
Not anymore, Henry.
What did you do to that security guard?
Did you put something in his coffee?
I simply raised his magnesia levels.
I gave him an antacid.
No, you didn't, Henry.
I gave him the coffee. You put that on me.
I'm sorry.
What am I to you?
You're my friend...
My partner.
You're someone I care very deeply about.
But not enough to trust, huh?
Here's what you've been to me.
You are someone who has frustrated me
and confused me
and made me look at life in a different way.
And, most importantly...
You have made me feel again.
For that, I will... always be grateful.
Get out, Henry.
What happened?
Hold it!
What the hell are you doing with that?!
I'm guarding the safe.
We got a psychopathic immortal out there.
Have you been sitting there all day?
Yes. Mostly.
I took a few bathroom breaks,
and then I had lunch with Myron.
Other than that, I've been a hawk.
Did you find that, uh, that pugio dagger?
Yes.
Only problem is, it's
now with Jo and the NYPD.
Oh, good. Maybe it's safer that way.
No one is safe with Adam out there.
He'll come looking for
it. And he'll hurt her.
All this would be so
much easier if I didn't...
You're emoting, Henry.
Continue.
Whatever feelings I have
for Jo are not relevant.
I have to protect her from Adam.
I know what I have to do...
Whether she hates me for it or not.
Lucas, there's a knife in evidence lockup.
I need to do a metallurgy test on it.
Could you fetch it for me, please?
No can do, doc.
Jo came down. She said you'd ask.
She also said if I gave
it to you, I'd be fired
and possibly prosecuted
for evidence tampering.
Case is closed.
Guess it's back to your old day job, right?
Might want to get started
with the stack of paperwork
in your office there.
Lucas, this is no time...
Do paperwork!
Now.
Lucas.
Hm?
They're going to know it was you.
When I started here, I...
I just thought it'd be cool
to work around dead bodies, you know?
Truth be told, I snuck
in here a few weekends
and made some short films.
I'm sorry.
But working with you...
I-I now know what's
possible with the living.
I mean, how many people can say
that they've truly witnessed greatness?
Besides, commands are no constraints.
Right, Henry?
Did you just quote Milton?
Yeah.
Actually, I looked it up
in anticipation of this conversation.
I wanted to sound smart.
You are smart, Lucas.
I'm proud of you.
Cool.
Next stop... Fort Hamilton.
I was happy to receive your call, Henry.
You know... I was like you once.
Perhaps not quite as
dapper, but a decent man.
My first death also came
trying to save the life of another.
Alas, I failed.
So, take a good look, Henry.
This is what a decent man
looks like after 2.000 years.
Are you not feeling chatty today?
Oh, I don't blame you.
You're here to kill me.
You're not the first.
Maybe you'll be the last.
Goodbye, Adam.
Game's over.
What? That's it?
You don't get to not play, Henry!
Do I need to recount
the final agonizing moments
of dear Abigail's life?
Have you seen this?
She had it on her when she died.
Sentimental till the end.
I can make you play, Henry.
You have my gun?!
Was this the point of your game...
To test a theory?
"Does the gun work? Does the dagger work?
Can we die?"
Do you think I'm afraid of death?!
No, but you're afraid of something...
Something you fear far more than death.
Did you know that your partner
followed you down here?
You stay away from her.
Her?
Oh, you're not thinking, Henry.
What you fear more than
anything in this world
is someone learning about your secret.
I assume she heard that last shot.
If not...
She's sure to hear this one.
Henry?!
Henry!
In a few seconds, your
partner will come in here
and one of two things will happen.
She'll either find you dead...
Or she'll watch you disappear.
Either way, Henry...
Your life is over.
I...
Now, now.
What is it?
I'm... I'm...
I'm not a killer.
I'm a doctor.
Henry?!
Henry?!
Come on, come on, come on.
Where are you?
Henry.
Come out.
Please.
Henry.
Henry.
Ohhhh!
Somebody call an ambulance!
He suffers from a condition
called lockedin syndrome...
Complete paralysis of his
body and muscle functions,
but his brain is still active.
The result of an air
embolism in his brain stem.
So he can hear me? He's
just... frozen like that?
I'm afraid so.
How long will it last?
I wish I knew.
Could be a lifetime.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry.
We'll find a way out of this.
We've got eternity together.
None of us can
make it through this life
without suffering some kind of pain.
Having lived through my
fair share, I can tell you
the most difficult to endure is loneliness.
Bye, Abraham.
♪ Turn ♪
♪ take these eyes ♪
♪ and all I want ♪
♪ my disguise ♪
Abigail.
Look.
You mustn't misunderstand
what you think you saw.
There's a perfectly logical explana...
Shhhhhh.
You poor man.
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ oh, oh, oh ♪
hey, Methuselah. Your move.
Not all of us can live forever.
Apologies, Abraham.
Adam was right.
Life is a game... And
one that we must play.
Right.
Where were we?
No matter how careful we are,
there is simply no way to go
through this life unscathed.
But, fortunately for us,
it's a game we don't have to play alone.
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
Hello, detective. Do you have
a new mystery for me to solve?
Yeah, I think, uh, you could say that.
Thank goodness.
It was just stolen.
I was about to file a police report, and...
Well, here you are.
You know, I figured you'd say that.
I... also found this.
I was hoping you could explain it to me.
Tell her.
It's a long story.