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Luau party!

♪ Girl, I been shakin'
Stickin' and movin' ♪

♪ Tryin' to get to you
And that booty ♪

♪ Tryin' to get to you
And that booty ♪

♪ Tryin' to get to you
And that booty ♪

♪ Girl, I been shakin'
And actin' a donkey ♪

♪ Tryin' to get to you
And that monkey ♪

♪ Tryin' to get to you
And that monkey... ♪

♪ Girl, he's simping ♪
♪ Simping ♪

♪ Walk up in the club
With a limpin' ♪

♪ Limpin' ♪
♪ God, listen... ♪

Yeah, baby.
Yeah!

♪ What you gonna do
With this pimpin'? ♪

♪ Girl, I'm a call ya ♪
♪ Call ya... ♪

♪ Now, follow ♪

♪ What you gonna do...? ♪
♪ E-40, T-Pain ♪

♪ Ooh, what you gonna do
When I bend the block? ♪

♪ Pull up on that A
With a brand new drop... ♪

♪ TVs in the dash
Rims just won't stop ♪

♪ You need to be down
With a pimp like me ♪

♪ I ain't turnin' down nothin'
But my collar, you see ♪

♪ I'm a leave you
With my number ♪

♪ You should holla' at me
'Cause I'm a baller ♪

♪ Can't nobody hustle
Harder than me, ooh ♪

♪ Girl, I been shakin'
Stickin' and movin' ♪

♪ Tryin' to get to you
And that booty ♪

♪ Tryin' to get to you... ♪

- Whose room is this?
- It smells in here.

What are you doing?

What the hell, Blake?

What?

Don't tell me
you're not into this.

♪ Now, what you
Gonna do, mama? ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to
Dip later on... ♪

Wait.

Stop... Would you just
stop for a second?

There's something
dripping on me.

You don't feel that?

Feel what?

You gotta be kidding me.

Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

College tuition: $40,000.

Room and board: $10,000.

Puking and passing out on
your parents' dime: priceless.

We're looking at a
suspect pool of about 200.

Were you ever in a fraternity?

No, I went to plenty of parties,

but I don't recall
ever ending up like that.

What do you got?
Amy Feidler.

Twenty-two years old and a
member of Sigma Theta Delta.

Britney and Kevin
came up to do the nasty.

Instead,
they discovered the nasty.

Decapitated.
No sign of the head either.

He took the head with him?

The base of the neck
appears to be burned.

Explains the smell.

Witnesses?

I mean, sober ones anyway?

No, I waited for you to get here
before I started my interviews.

I'm looking forward
to that too, by the way.

I swear to you,
if one of them calls me bro...

Danny'll help you out with that.

All right, good luck with that.

I'm gonna go deal
with the Greeks.

So...

this is what they mean
by higher education.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back
Into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

This took a lot of work.

Severing the head,
stringing her up there.

Whoever did this wanted her
more than just dead.

He wanted her displayed
to the world.

The human body contains

approximately five liters
of blood,

so based on the position
of the vic

and the amount
of blood on the bed,

she's about tapped out.

This is where he burned her.

What the hell are we
dealing with, Mac?

Whoa.

Lindsay, you and I are

on blood and fingerprints.

Hawkes, grab a ladder.
We're on the body.

Let's do it.

Did you see her go upstairs?

Yeah.

Yeah, she went upstairs.

She did.
Was she with anybody?

A guy or one of your
sorority sisters?

I don't have any sisters.

No, one of your
sorority sisters.
Oh.

I'm not in a sorority.

I just come for the parties.

It's called Edward Fortyhands.

You know,
like Edward Scissorhands

except for, you know, with 40s.

Get out of here.

No, serious,
that's really what they call...

No, no, no.
I mean get out of my face.

I never want to
see you again. Go.

Whatever, bro.

Did she have a boyfriend
that you know?

Was she hanging around
with anybody

at the party here tonight?

No, not that I know of.

Amy was, uh... She's a
fairly private girl.

She's pretty smart.

I don't know who
would do such a thing.

Yeah, we're trying
to figure that out.

Do me a favor, though: give me
a call if you hear anything.

You're the only normal,
sober guy at this party.

Will do, detective.

The head was seared off,
not cut?

Come have a look.

Without the victim's head,

there's only a limited amount
of information I can provide,

but the neck tells us
what we need to know.

See the area around the third
and fourth cervical vertebrae?

Huh, burned through.
Yeah.

No serration pattern
or hesitation marks.

Explains the lack of blood
on the floor at the crime scene.

The neck was
essentially cauterized,

stopping the flow of blood.

But when she was hanged
upside down,

gravity caused
the blood vessels to burst,

draining the victim's blood.

So our murder weapon
is most likely

an acetylene torch.
Yeah.

Something portable
brought into Amy's room.

Any idea if the decapitation

was pre or postmortem?

Well, the rawness of the flesh

indicates that she was
alive during the beheading,

but...

I-I bet she didn't feel a thing.

She was probably unconscious.

Her blood alcohol level
was 0.26.

Huh.
Blotto.

The highest I've ever
registered was 0.23,

but that was in celebration
of my first divorce and, well,

I fell down a flight of stairs
and didn't feel a thing.

Anything else, Sid?

Uh, well, uh...

She also has trace amounts
of GHB in her system.

Date rape drug.

Yeah, the strange thing is that

there's no sign
of sexual assault.

There's nothing about this case

that isn't strange.

Prints were a bust.

AFIS was about
as helpful as FEMA.

I got nothing.
How about you?

Took blood from the T-shirt, but
it's most likely the victim's.

I did get this, though.

Hey, guys.
Hey.

Hey.

Well, it's definitely not human.

Coconut hair, actually.

Where'd you find it?

On the victim's clothes.

Why?

You know how it got there?

I think we have a suspect.

It seemed like a good
idea at the time.

Now I got this tropical
rash down there

to go along with
the tsunami in my head.

Large black coffee, please.

Why don't you start telling me
what you do remember?

Well, uh...

The most vivid memory I have

has something to do with Jell-O

and a Tweety Bird Pez dispenser.

You know, Ethan, you're
dangerously close

to studying abroad
next semester...

in Rikers.

I highly suggest

you start taking this seriously.

I'm a suspect?

She had coconut trace
on her clothing.

She was strung up with
the same string

you used to make your bikini.

Yes, that would make you
our prime suspect.

This is insane, okay?

I-I remember going up
to Amy's room.

And the room was kind of
spinning, you know?

W-we started to have sex
and she asked me to, uh,

choke her, you know,
where you...

Erotic asphyxiation.

Yeah, so I-I used the twine
from the bikin...

The coconut thing.

And you choked her with it?

Yeah, I guess.

I thought I dreamed that.

Th-that's all I remember.

I don't even remember
leaving the room.

Maybe you'll remember
at the precinct.

Is it possible?

Did I do this?

Bonasera.

You guys ready for this?

Who called it in?

Richard Simmons back there

says he took a break
from jazzercising

when he noticed his dog
digging under a rock.

Only it's not for a bone.

Buried it under a rock.

It's as good a place
as any, I figure.

No, not this.

There's got to be a message
he wants to send.

Brutality wasn't enough?

Thanks, guys.

I told them not to touch it

until you guys showed.

Must have been
one hell of a party.

This party's just starting.

Turns out your victim
wasn't drugged after all.

Sometimes the body produces
GHB naturally after death.

In order to determine if it was

administered by the
killer or produced naturally,

we look to the vitreous
fluid in the eyes.

Where does the conversion occur?

What happens is the Krebs
cycle stops after death

causing a buildup
of succinic acid.

The acid drives the formation
of succinic semialdehyde,

which is converted to GHB

by succinic
semialdehyde dehydrogenase.

How cool is that?

So the vitreous fluid

was negative for GHB

meaning Amy's body
produced it naturally.

Ethan Tierney didn't drug her.

If you look closely,
there is a ligature mark

that stretches across
the victim's neck.

The width looks consistent
with the twine we found.

Ethan said he choked her
during erotic asphyxiation.

But the depth doesn't appear
to be enough to cause death

and there's no
petechial hemorrhaging.

He could have applied
just enough force

to cause her
to pass out and then...

Off with her head.

Six-headed dragon.

My guess is the artist was
trying to depict the Hydra.

The Hydra.

Greek mythology, right?
Yeah.

Hercules's second labor.

But the problem
with this T-shirt is:

the Hydra had seven heads.

And here's your seventh.

So Hercules had
to kill the Hydra

by cutting its heads off.

And every time he cut one off,

two new ones
grew back in its place.

So he burned the necks

so he could prevent the new head
from growing back.

Yes, except the last head,
the immortal head.

What did he do
with the last one?

Buried it under a rock.

The T-shirt is an extra large,

which is way too big
for our victim.

So the killer
brought it to the murder scene

and put it on her.

He was sending a message.

Amy's one of his labors.

Check this out.

Says, "Everything And Nothing."

And the "3"

is the symbol for cubed.

"Everything And Nothing" cubed.

I'm not sure what that means.

There's also 12 X's

and they could be crosses.

We need to find out
who made this shirt.

"KODECON.COM."

Would the killer
be that transparent?

It seems so easy.

One of the bozos I interviewed

at the sorority
was wearing a shirt

kind of like that.

His name was Shane
something or other.

All right, Danny, why don't
you bring Mac up to speed

and, uh, go talk
to this Shane guy again.

Maybe he designed the shirt
or he knows who did.

I'm on it.

- "KODECON"?
- Yeah, man,

this is definitely not
part of the series.

What do you mean, "series"?

It's called edoclaundry.

You might want to think about
doing some laundry.

Hey, I got a whole system.

So how well did you, uh,
know Amy?

Uh, well, I knew of Amy.

Mm, everybody did.

She was smart,

sexy.

I mean, she seemed cool,

she wasn't a princess
or anything.

Um...

Ah.

I told you I have a system.

"Edoc" backwards is "code."

See, there's codes hidden
within the designs.

See on the lions' manes?

Right up here?

All lies.

Yeah. Pretty cool, huh?

- Is that the only code?
- Uh-uh.

See these lines right here
of dripping paint?

They kind of look
like that, well,

this one on the left
has 26 notches in it.

Twenty-six, number of letters
in the alphabet?

Damn. You know how long it took
me to figure that one out?

So these other lines there

match a letter in the alphabet

to spells something.

It spells out
"CALL ME A PATRIOT."

So what do you do
with these codes?

Uh, well, it's a password
to a fictional murder mystery.

I'll show you.

You go to edoclaundry.com.

Uh...

Click on "nothing to hide."

What's "poor richard"?

Oh, it's the name of the band.

Basically, one of the guys

killed another member
of the group.

I'm personally leaning
towards the drummer.

I think he did it.

So you type in the code:

"CALL ME A PATRIOT."

There you go.

And you get another piece of
the fictitious murder mystery.

With, uh, each shirt, uh,
you get further along

in the story.

How many shirts are there?

There's eight so far,
and I have all of them.

I'm telling you, dude,
that's not one of them.

Where'd you buy them?

The guy that makes them
sells them

down at Washington Square Park.

There's our guy.

Can I help you?

Just browsing.

You two look like you
should be shopping at Barneys.

So what's up?

Detective Taylor,

New York Crime Lab.

So you wanna tell us
where you were last night?

That's never a good question.

A professor was giving
a special lecture on semiotics.

Semiotics. It's the...

Theory and study of
signs and symbols,

especially as
elements of language.

Also referred to as semiology.

All right, so you two
are the smart cops.

Yeah. Somewhere along the way
we learned to read, yeah.

So which member of Poor Richard
is the murderer?

I'm sorry, detective.

You're just gonna have to wait

till the next series
of shirts comes out.

Actually, they already have.

What's this?

You tell me.

This isn't one of mine.

What the hell
is "KODECON.COM"?

Son of a bitch.

Somebody's knocking off
my shirts?

Where'd you get this?

Where's the other half?

Found it wrapped around the head
of a decapitated student.

Sorority girl.

Yeah. I heard about that.

So where do I come in?

The design bears an
uncomfortable similarity

to your shirts, Mister...?

John Hayes.

Look, there are eight designs

in this series,
and you're looking at 'em.

Somebody else did this.
This isn't mine.

Still browsing?

How much are they?

$29 apiece.

I think we'll stick to Barneys.

"WHAT IS THE CODE?"

Uh...

"Everything and Nothing"?

Bingo.

Yeah.

All right.

Okay, I don't get it.

What are we watching?

Here it goes.
I'm not sure.

How is this connected?
Pass it to me.

Score.

We need to find out
who created this Web site.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Bonasera.

Vic's name is Kenneth Chandler.

Male, white, 32 years old,
lives in Ozone Park.

He used to bounce at a bar
over on Sullivan Street.

Looks like, this time,

someone decided to 86 him.

Shot? Stabbed?
What are we looking at?

Well, this one
doesn't really fall

into any of
the normal categories.

And neither did the last one.

This guy's not subtle, is he?

There's meaning behind
everything he does.

Like, "I'm whacked out of my
gourd"? That kind of meaning?

Railroad spikes run through

the ocular cavities
into the tree.

Mac.

Yeah. It's one of his.

No one goes home
until we get this solved.

We got a serial killer
on our hands?

We definitely have
a serial killer on our hands.

This guy never heard
of a gun or a knife?

Perhaps a simple poisoning?

Well, there's nothing
simple about this killer.

He's very deliberate.

And he's trying
to tell us something.

If I had to guess, your victim
saw something he shouldn't have.

Thus, the concentration
on the eyes.

After he kills,

he places
a T-shirt on the victim.

The first one related
to mode of death.

Well, as a
certified medical examiner,

I can tell you
with a degree of certainty

that this guy was definitely not
pecked to death by a peacock.

Conscious.

Did some research on Hydra.

Whoa, whoa. Research?

You're Greek, don't you
know all that stuff?

Well, even we Greeks
have to brush up

on our mythology
once in a while.

All right,
according to this text

Hyrda was regarded
as an obstacle to justice.

The answers are
staring us in the face.

What's the significance
of the peacock?

Mm, Argus.
The mythological watchdog.

Kenneth Chandler was a bouncer.

Watchdog in his own right.

Yeah.

Well, uh, the story
goes like this:

Hera...

Zeus' wife

called upon Argus
to spy on Zeus,

who she suspected
was having an affair.

Well, Argus was
the perfect watchdog

'cause he had 100 eyes.

Zeus had Argus killed

because he wanted
to continue the affair.

When Hera found out
about Argus' death,

she had his eyes placed
in the feathers

of her favorite bird,
the peacock.

So, it's possible
that the killer

had a relationship
with Amy Feidler,

caught her cheating
with Kenneth Chandler.

But Flack and Danny

said that there was
no boyfriend in play.

Hey.

Hey.
Any luck tracking down

the owner of the website?
Not yet.

He covered his tracks well.

No credit card number,

he updates the site remotely,

and there's no address
other than a PO Box

registered to a Mr. Anon Omus.

Anonymous. Nice.

I did find this, though.

The substance used

to draw the eyes
on the second victim

contained Ammonium alum,
potassium bitartrate

and mushroom extract.

Identical to the dye used
to make the T-shirts.

However, it's available
at most art supply stores, so...

not much help.

Any luck deciphering
the second shirt?

Another... mythological
connection,

but nothing that tells us
who this guy is.

Consciousness.
Another password?

Ah, I didn't check it out yet.

Everything and nothing,

consciousness.

Maybe the phrases
relate to numerology.

In what way?

Well, numerological divination

was popular among
early mathematicians.

Pythagoras, for example.

Everything and nothing... is
the number zero.

Zero.

Consciousness...

is the number seven.

Seven.

So everything and nothing cubed

could be... zero.

Or maybe he wants us
to think there are three zeros

plus the number seven.

Evidence without context.

Let's hope we don't have
to find another body

to learn the context.

All right, the first video clip

didn't have the skyline
in the background.

See, the camera...

followed the bubble up
to where we now have

that section of Manhattan.

But we don't have an object
in the foreground

with a known size.

Well, we have to use the bubble.

We can estimate it
at approximately 15 feet.

All right.

Secondary object
in the skyline...

there.
What building is that?

Trump World Tower,
by the United Nations.

Okay...

861 feet.

All right, we need
a tertiary object.

Far right.
That one there.

Trump Tower.

You got a thing
for The Donald, or what?

It's the hair.

Six-hundred-sixty-four feet.

That should tell us
how far bubble boy is

from the buildings.

Boom.

Long Island City.

Super remembers
the kid livin' in 1-C.

The owner's listed as
a Henry Calhoun.

He died ten years ago.

Place hasn't been sold
in over 30 years.

No-knock warrant, right?

Most definitely.

Boiled mushrooms.

The substance used to draw
the eyes on the second victim

contained ammonium alum,
potassium bitartrate,

and mushroom extract.

Identical to the dye used

to make the T-shirts.

This is his workstation...

where he creates his shirts.

Nothin' on the first floor.

Hey, we got a hair on this one.

At least we know
we're in the right place.

Must have known we were close.

Looks like he
abandoned everything.

Victim number three?

Victim number four?

Sacrifice.

Filling in the blanks?

Most of them.

What are we missing?

We need to identify
these last two figures.

Now, the skull

represents death.

Death.

The underworld.

Who ruled the underworld
in Greek mythology?

Hades.

God of the dead.

This winged figure,

I'm not sure about.

Hermes, maybe?

Makes sense.

Zeus' messenger.

That's Hypnos,

the god of sleep.

Didn't think I knew
my Greek mythology?

I pinched this guy
for sellin' opium

my first year on the job.

His dime bags

had that logo on it.

He called himself Hypnos
'cause he said

his product lulled
his customers to sleep.

Add it to the board.

All right.

So is this guy goin' all
Da Vinci Code on us, or what?

What do the numbers mean?

We still don't know
the connection.

Or the order, for that matter.

He's using numerology.

Every word equals a number.

Numerological divination

was popular among
early mathematicians.

Evidence without context.

He's also using Roman numerals.

See here in the jawline,
the MMIII?

It's a criminal court case.

A docket number.

"Kodecon."

Right.

Rearrange the letters...

it spells...

"Docket no."

The "T" is the balance
scale of justice.

Add a period here,

and you get
"Docket number."

Right.
Wow.

From 2003 QN.

He's referencing
a Queens case from 2003.

Just need to figure out
the sequence

of the six remaining numbers.

There are thousands
of combinations.

We'll let the computers
do the work for us.

Nothing yet?

Nothing.

Entering our victims'
names into the database.

Nothin' comes up.

How about as a co-defendant?

I tried. No arrests.
Great.

Might have to do this
the old-fashioned way:

Take a list of docket numbers,
go through them one by one

till we find a connection.

Right.

DNA came back
from the hair you found

on the silk-screen.
Oh, tell me he's in CODIS.

No.
But his brother is.

Ian Casey.
Arrested three years ago

for murder, in Queens.

Docket number 2003-QN-000871.

Consistent with the number
in the T-shirt.

Ian Casey.

Danny and I interviewed
a Shane Casey.

He knows all about these shirts.

Well, let's check out
that docket number.

Twenty-five to life

for murder two.

Where is he now?

"Defendant deceased."

Hanged himself...

the day he was sentenced.

And Shane...

is lookin' for revenge.

"Kenneth Chandler."

He's targeting
people in the case.

Flack has practically
everyone in the city

looking for Shane Casey.

Plain clothes are sitting
on his dorm room

and outside his
apartment building.

Which, by the way,

is where he and his brother
grew up.

Now, the parents are deceased.

So the odds are good
that he's left the state.

Nah, he's still here.

Hasn't finished what he started.

Is this his brother's case file?

This is it?

That's all of it:
Autopsy report

and a couple of DD-5s.

No prints, DNA...

fibers?

All came down to the word
of Kenneth Chandler.

4:30 a.m.
He's closin' up

the bar he works at
with the owner,

when a white male
robbed the register

and... shot the owner.

Luckily, Kenneth Chandler
says he was spared.

Ian Casey was arrested...

three blocks away.

He fit the description.
But no gun, no cash.

Kenneth Chandler IDed him.

What did Amy Feidler
have to do with it?

She was the forewoman
on the jury.

They deliberated 15 minutes.

What are you sayin', Mac?
Think he was innocent?

I don't know.

Forensic link would be nice.

Just wish there was more.
Apparently, so does Shane Casey.

Well, we know he's targeting

at least two more people
involved in the case.

The shirts we recovered
from the house

referred to Hades and Hypnos.

Hades, god of the underworld.

Also known as god of the dead.

You don't think...?

Who conducted the autopsy?

Sid!
Yeah?

Where's Hawkes?

Uh, I just saw him a minute ago.

He was...
Is everything all right?

Hey, Mac. What's up?
You need somethin'?

Shane Casey.

He's comin' after you.

You testified at the trial?

Yeah. Yeah.

But it was fairly routine.

Are you sure about this?

You saw the T-shirt?
Uh-huh.

Hades.

God of the dead.

The skulls.

You remember
the top of the shirt?

The profile of the human head.

The outline of the brain.

He was referencing
the medical examiner.

That was you at the time.

This is crazy.

I-I-I've testified
a thousand times.

Why this case?
Why now?

The evidence against the brother
was minimal.

Clearly,
he feels he was innocent.

I didn't testify to much.

Straight up shooting.

Twice in the chest.

I remember cross-examination
was weak.

Couple of softball questions.

Prosecutor hounded me

to estimate
the height of the shooter.

But... couldn't make
a determination.

That's good stuff for cross.

Exactly.

Defense didn't bring it up.

He could have hammered me
on a couple of issues, but...

he was asleep at the wheel.

The defense attorney.

He was asleep at the wheel.

Hypnos, the god of sleep.

I called the courts.
He had no cases on for today.

No one's pickin' up the phone
at his house or here.

Could be too late.

Police department.

Shane Casey!

Come on!

10-13, in pursuit.

Suspect's heading down
a fire escape

in the alley behind...

13625...

Fourth Avenue.

10-13.10-13.

All units. All units.
13625 Fourth Avenue.

Alley behind location.

Flack, keep going down!

Try to cut him off,
I'm gonna go across.

No, no, no!

Don't do it, man! Don't...

Son of a bitch did it.

Got him, Flack?

Oh.

I'm behind you, Flack!

Where you goin', huh?
Where you goin'?!

Don't move.

Get up. Get up.

Slow it down, Central.

Suspect's in custody.

I repeat, suspect's in custody.

10-13, 10-13.
10-4, copy that.

All units, all units...

Fifteen minutes
to send my brother...

away.

Convict him
for the rest of his life.

All because one guy points

and says, "That's him.

That's the guy right there."

Justice, right?

Truth will set you free.

They deserved what they got.

They deserved what they got.

I don't know nothin'
about your brother, Shane.

I don't know if he
killed that guy or not.

You loved him.

You believed in him.

I can appreciate that.

I know a thing or two about...

goin' to bat for your brother.

But your actions
were twisted, kid.

From the back of a squad car
into an 8-by-8

cell of your own.

It's not what your brother
would have wanted for you.

And it's not gonna
bring him back.

♪ Time and memory fade away ♪

♪ We got our own roads
To ride ♪

♪ And chances we gotta take ♪

♪ We stood side by side ♪

♪ Each one fightin'
For the other ♪

♪ And we said until we died ♪

♪ We'd always be
Blood brothers ♪

♪ Now the hardness
Of this world ♪

♪ Slowly grinds
Your dreams away ♪

♪ Makin' a fool's joke ♪

♪ Out of the promises we make ♪

♪ And what once seemed
Black and white ♪

♪ Turns to so many
Shades of gray ♪

♪ We lose ourselves
In work to do ♪

♪ Work to do and bills to pay ♪

♪ And it's a ride, ride, ride ♪

♪ And there ain't
Much cover... ♪

Shane Casey just escaped.

♪ ...With no one runnin'
By your side ♪

♪ My blood brother. ♪