Character: Henry Morgan

- Witnesses saw him at home with a laptop.
- It is not.
But we traced the command with its IP address to the thermostat Show through the random network paths.
- We were poisoned by the gas, shaved the corpse and determined that the Show was killed at home by hand.

- Found out when switched on the gas?
Approximately in the interval between the first and fourth hour of the night.
- The speed of propagation of the gas from three to five cubic meters per hour. The room he'd fill in no time, but Eric was in the bed. Mean lethal concentration could fill 60-90 cm Is possible.
- Is it possible?
Maybe. But make sure there's only one way to go and poison gas.

- Why did you change your mind?
Instead of thinking about yourself and your broken heart in the future, I realized that you're with me here and now.

- We can treat you. Europeans write about new methods of treatment.
No, tuberculosis no medication. We don't even know why.
But we men of science...
- Yes, Henry, we are men of science. Until it fails us.

It's my job.
- Yes, you study corpses to become one of them.

If a person is Holy, it does not mean that he does not live with sinners.

... cynicism is just moss that sticks to the stone.

The most human of human traits is inconsistency.

Life never ceases to surprise us.

- You started life all over again, why can't I?
- In your opinion, it's a new start, but the flight will never end. No the secret is not to dig deep enough - secret always becomes obvious. And you will never be able to be herself, even with loved ones. The new life that you long for will never begin.

In police business, I trust the intuition, it has never failed.
- When it helped you?

- What do you mean?
- Could you, for me, to smell the smell of sweat?
- Henry, you will always find something to say.

- Lucas, we are alone.
- Realized. Just the two of us on solving crimes. Never been, what are we doing here?

Great work, Henry. Out of curiosity I'll ask what you were doing in the cemetery?
My neighbor went to pay tribute to an old friend, the widow of the deceased. I was his wingman.
- It's time to stop asking you questions.