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[The Marcels' Blue Moon]

♪ Blue moon, moon, moon,
blue moon ♪

♪ Dip-di-di-di-dip

♪ Moon, moon, moon,
blue moon... ♪[elevator bell dings]

Well, that's it, heat's out in
the entire building.

Oh, great.

Coldest night
of the year.

I don't get it.

Two days ago,
it was sixty degrees.

What's next, plagues?

Anyone know
what time it is?

Fifteen hundred bucks
for this piece of--Six, same as the temperature.

I'm getting my coat.

What, are you leaving?

Leaving?

When any normal human would be
in bed under the covers?

Perish the thought.

A simple "no"
would have sufficed.

No!

What's she so cranky about?

Can't imagine.

Only took me a half an hour
to thaw my car out

to get to this iceberg.

Just the tip of the iceberg,
I'm afraid.

There any space heaters
down in storage, Nigel?

I'll have a look.

Tip of what iceberg?

It's the freakish weather, luv.
It's in the stars.

See, not only is Mercury
in retrograde,

but it's
a blue moon out there.

It's the second full moon
in the same month.

Happens about once
every two to three years.

And the chances of it happening
while Mercury is in retrograde?

Heaters, Nigel.

Let's just say

we should all be prepared
for a very interesting evening.

If only we could harness
that hot air.

Or we could just
set his desk on fire.

[door opens]

Here.

Help Nigel with
the heaters, will ya?

You got it, Dr. Macy.

Who was that?

No idea.

Jordan, Dr. Macy,
I need you guys!

What is it, Woody?

I'm looking for a male,
mid-fifties,

head shaved nearly bald,
deep cut in his upper arm.

Landed here
in the last 24 hours.

Head shaved, deep cut?

Wait a minute, Leviathan,
he started again?

Who? What are you
guys talking about?

Leviathan.

He's a serial killer.

He started killing after
you left Boston back in '96.

The police would get a letter
announcing his kill,

then the next day,
we'd find his victim.

And why is it
so freezing in here?

I thought he'd stopped.

Yeah, so did we,
for nearly four years,

then this morning
that letter arrives.

"Another wicked soul
now cleansed of sin

awaits your discovery."

But I really think
we got our guy this time.

The brass wants me
to keep this on the super D-L

until we can confirm it.

Who's your suspect?

His name is Kimball.

Undercover in narcotics
scooped him up out in Roxbury

trying to score.

Got a match on his prints to
a partial lifted nine years ago

off one of the first victims.

Is he talking?
No.

He doesn't even know
he's a suspect yet.

He's got a super-clean record, totally below the radar.

He's cooling his jets off
back at the precinct.

So you can't hold him
for very long.

No, not without
new evidence.

That's why I'm hoping
if you guys have a body here,

you can give me
something forensically

to help trip him up.

Hey, guys.

Brady Fisher.
He came in this morning.

Whatever clues he'll give us.

[Jordan]
Looks like
he's full of them.

You got it, Woody.

We'll call you. Go.

What was it
Nigel was saying

about this being
an interesting evening?

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

Guy's built like a linebacker.

Missing Persons says
he coached football.

So how does one Leviathan
take down a guy like this?

There's no defensive wounds,
he wasn't knocked unconscious.

Top of his head's been shaved,
but no sign of bruising.

You think the gift shop
sells mittens?

Thought you were done
complaining.

Soon as I'm done freezing.

This pattern's been cut
and re-cut into his skin.

Not allowed to heal.

There's nothing on his clothes.

Leviathan knows
what he's doing.

Petechial hemorrhaging
in the eyes

consistent
with strangulation.

Ligature marks on the wrists and ankles.

This adhesive
around the mouth.

Some kind of tube was stuck
down him and taped off.

There's bruising and
hemorrhaging in his esophagus.

I feel like Santa's helper.

Here's the autopsy results
from his last eight victims.

And trust me, "cold storage"
is not a misnomer.

Excuse me, Dr. Macy.

Detective Seely's
here to see you.

Says it's urgent.

Get Bug to help him.

Thought this might help.

I'm sure that'll warm
the cockles of my heart.

Who was that?

Look, I'm sorry that
I was rude before.

You're about to learn
the meaning of rude.

Excuse me.
Are you Santana?

Detective Santana,
narcotics.

Detective Woody Hoyt,
homicide.

Homicide? What's going on?

Uh, just one second, sir.

Detective Santana, right?

I'll be taking this case
over from now on.

Excuse me?

The case. It's mine.

You are not
taking my collar.

Look, I was not buying drugs.

It was an illegal U-turn.

Just write me a ticket
and I'll pay the fine.

And these cuffs,
are they really necessary?

No, not at all, sir.
Let me get those for you, sir.

What are you doing?

As I said before,
I'm taking over.

The hell you are.

Sit down and don't
touch anything.

Alright, we seem to be having
a little problem here.

Yeah, the problem here is,
me homicide, you narcotics.

And he my collar, Tarzan.

I don't think you have
any idea who you have in there.

Actually, Detective,
I know exactly who he is.

I see your game.

You're trying
to make a move.

Hey, it's the American way.

Can't blame a girl for getting
her slice of the pie.

You don't have a problem
with that, do you?

Actually, I do.

'Cause it's my case.

I have been chasing
dope dealers down alleys

for three and
a half years now.

This case is my ticket out.

Homicide.

Highest profile case

to come into this precinct
in over a year?

You think they're gonna
let you take the lead?

For now, yeah.

Hey, they wanted
"below the radar" on this one?

Well, no one's more
below the radar than me.

But if you want to ask
the Captain about this,

we can let him decide.

Small-caliber gunshot wound
to the chest.

Your standard B&E
gone south.

Shooter confessed already.

What?

Oh, I've never seen you
not wearing a suit before.

And I never knew
you paid attention.

So what is it that can't
wait till the morning?

The bullet.

There was no exit wound,
so it should be still in him.

Suspect produced a gun.

Now all I need
is a ballistics match.

I thought you said
you had a confession.

I do.

Captain says
I still need a match.

Alright, the truth is
I'm in trouble.

I kind of screwed up
my last case,

and I've got a review
comin' up tomorrow.

Oh.

Captain says
he needs a bullet,

I've gotta get him
that bullet.

End of story.

Ah, Miss Lebowski.

Looking good as usual.

Sure. In my parka.

I see you've met my vic.

A real pack rat this one.

Newspapers stacked up,
cats everywhere.

One of those, you know.

Where's the suit?

Can't a guy evolve
without commentary?

[scoffs]

Oh, there he is.

Nasty, huh?

[cat snarls]

[both screaming]

[snarling]

Well, there's something
you don't see every day.

Well, now that the cat's
out of the bag...

[chuckles]

That is not funny!

Here kitty, kitty, kitty.

So where, exactly,
was he shot?

At home.

Where on the body?

Oh. In the belly.

Oh!

Hey, that hole was
not there at the scene.

That bullet you were
looking for?

Yeah, what about it?

Here kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Excuse me.

Detective Santana?

Please tell me I can go home.

Not just yet, sir.

You, me, out there, now.

Again with the Tarzan talk.

Sugar?

You got any of that
low-carb sweetener?

I'll have a look.

And I'd kill for a cigarette.

Sorry, sir, this is
a smoke-free building.

Great.

Laws are laws.

Not like in the movies, huh?

So, you talk
to the Captain yet?

Yes.
And?

It looks like we're a team.

Ouch.

So I'm stuck with you?

[laughs]
I think you actually
have that backward.

So how you wanna play this?

Alright, first thing you're
going to do is breathe.

[breathes out]

You need to relax.

You're acting way too
eager-beaver in there, alright?

Then we're going to
establish a relationship.

We're going
to gain his trust.

If he catches us in a lie,
we lose any edge we have.

I know my way around.

Well, you sure know
how to pour coffee.

Laugh now,

but soon as this guy's
gotta pee real bad,

he'll start talking.

Oldest trick in the book.

Look at this.

Carvings on
the previous victims.

No one ever figured out
what they signified.

No, they're different.

They're different than
what's on our new guy.

Oh, yeah.

The cut lines in the photo
are bland, less defined.

Like they're muted
or washed out.

Exactly.

The old markings
weren't clear

because the blood had been
leached out by water.

And there was sloughing
on the face and the appendages.

The victims were drowned?

Apparently over
a period of days.

Brought to the brink of drowning
over and over again.

Then asphyxiated.

Lovely.

The skin here shows
normal decomp and damage

for cold exposure.

No water damage.

So either Leviathan
changed his ritual

or we're dealing
with a copycat.

What were you doing
in the neighborhood, Gordon?

It's cool
if I call you Gordon?

Like I told this lady,
I was coming from church.

I made a U-turn
across a double yellow

to go buy some smokes.

End of story.

It's a crack corner

in a cesspool neighborhood.

A preppy-looking guy
like you makes a U-turn,

I think we know what
you're doing there.

I told you, I was at church.
Saint Luke's.

Georgia Avenue.

At an AA meeting?

You've got one of these
five-year coins

in your personal effects.

No.

I mean, yes,
I'm five years sober.

But no, it wasn't a meeting.

I was receiving communion
if you must know.

That would explain the wafer.

Or the, uh...Eucharist.

We spelled that
correctly, right?

I looked it up.

So I had a Eucharist on me,
so what?

Relax, Gordon,
we're just talking.

We're just talking.

Alright, to be completely
honest with you,

we're pretty sure
this is a mistake,

but the reason we're
keeping you here

is that your
fingerprint caused

a slight hiccup
in our database and--

What kind of hiccup?

Like I said, we're pretty
sure it's a mistake.

You said you worked homicide.

You don't think I, like,
killed someone, do you?

The wafer...

the, uh, Eucharist.

Why do you still have it?

Right 'cause, see,

in my church, we receive it
right on our tongue

from the priest.

So do I.

Then I take a second one
for my upstairs neighbor.

He's 96.

Look, you have my address
right there, go ask him.

Don't worry, we will.

Well, while you're there,

I've got a half a pack of butts
on my dresser.

Seriously, detectives,
I need a cigarette over here.

I'm sorry, I'm just--

It's alright.
Don't be sorry.

Totally understandable.

I'd be freakin' out
if I were you.

I mean, come on,
no priors.

Never so much as
a speeding ticket.

Oh, you're from
around here.

Pretty much. Medford.

You know Medford?

Nah. I'm from Wisconsin.

I know Medford.
Whereabouts?

Wilson Drive.

Wilson, sure.

I grew up across
from Spyro's Pizza.

You're kidding me.
I love Spyro's.

Well, yeah, who doesn't?
It's the best Sicilian in town.

That crispy crust?

Oh, my god,
the crust, right?

Spyro's, huh?

Sounds like I gotta
try this place.

Yeah, you could.

If there was
a Spyro's Pizza.

Or a Wilson Drive
for that matter.

And while I appreciate
the refreshments...

you should know I have

an almost freakish capacity
to hold my bladder.

It's a gift, really.

Fill 'em up.

[Bob Dylan]
♪ Blue moon

♪ You saw me standing alone

Huh, I almost feel sorry
for the little guy.

But it's a sacrifice he'll be
making in the name of justice.

Wait, are you talking about--

Yeah, well, how else
are we gonna get it out?

Are you insane?

You can't cut him open!

What, do you have
a better idea?

Yes, I have a better idea!

We wait for nature
to take its course.

Oh, right.

Sit around for hours,
maybe days,

so you can dig around
in his litter box.

Who said anything about me?

Well, I'm sure as hell
not gonna do it!

You are heartless,
do you know that?

He's heartless,
don't listen to him.

Oh, it's just a cat!

Cats are beautiful,
and affectionate.

When they want something.

Otherwise they're
like a bad roommate.

They live in your house
and eat your food,

but try getting a ride
to the airport out of them.

We're not having
this conversation.

We are waiting for you
to pass this bullet,

and that is
all there is to it.

[cat meows]

What's say we try this again?

Listen, I know
this has been hard.

But we're still
trying to sort out

that whole
fingerprint glitch.

Mm-hmm.

Well maybe we can
sort it out

without you lying
to me this time.

Yeah, um, about that.

I wanna apologize
for Detective Santana.

She's young and, if you ask me,
a little pushy.

A regular bad cop, huh?

Listen, Gordon.

I'm not trying
to play you here.

Okay, I've got
nothing against you.

Apology accepted.

I'm a good judge of character.
You have an honest face.

A regular open book.

Must be a liability
in your line of work.

It is, yeah.

Ya know...

sometimes...

even I wonder if I'm
cut out for this job.

Ya know...

I'm just too knowable.

I don't got one
of those poker faces.

What you see is what you get.
You know what I mean?

I do. Yeah.

It makes you wonder...

a couple of
normal guys like us.

I just can't let this job
get me too jaded.

I see things that people
just should not see.

Yeah.

I can imagine.

So where is she?

Where's who?

Your partner.

She watching us?

Yeah, she's watching us.

[cell phone ringing]

This is Hoyt.

Hey, Tommy, what's going on--
Hold on a second.

I'm gonna take this outside.

[door opens, closes]

Whatcha got?

Who's Tommy?

[Woody]
Never mind.

You find anything?

It's clean.
And I mean clean.

His cigarettes are right where
he said they'd be.

Still can't believe
that son of a bitch got me.

Yeah, he's smart.

Scary smart.

I found a Mass card.

"Beloved father.
Died in '95."

'95...

Nine years ago.

The same year
Leviathan started killing.

What do we know
about Kimball's family?

Not nearly enough.

I think we should start
with the father.

Why? What about him?

The only picture
in the whole place

is of him with his dad.

And I think
I recognize the church

he's standing in front of.

Saint Luke's.

Same church our boy
takes his communion.

All right, see ya.

[CCR's Put a Spell on You]

♪ I put a spell on you

♪ Because you're mine

♪ You better stop the thing...

[Macy]
Alright, are we ready?

[Bug]
Let her rip.

♪ I said watch out

♪ I ain't lyin'...

Gaa!

Well, even for me,
that was disgusting.

Yeah, and now my feet
are cold andwet.

But now we know he was drowned,
just from the inside out.

Which would explain
the tube down his throat.

Meaning it was no copycat.

No, it's Leviathan, alright.

Question is,
does Woody know it yet?

[door slams]

That's a pretty cool lighter.
Let me check that out?

Yeah, a classic.

My old man had
one of these.

Did he now?

Yeah.

What about your old man?

What about him?

I don't know,
tell me something about him.

Did he smoke?

Until it killed him.

Mom?

Her too.

Brothers, sisters?

Nope. Just me.

Alright.

Now it's your turn.

I mean, since we're getting
to know one another here.

I got a younger brother
back in Wisconsin.

And, uh, like you, both my parents have passed away.

How?

My mother died of cancer
when I was four.

Which left my father alone
to raise my brother and me.

He passed away
when I was sixteen.

Let me guess,
he was a cop, too.

Sheriff.
How'd you know that?

Like you said,
you're knowable.

He was strict, wasn't he?

Distant. Cold.

He could be distant.

I mean, otherwise,
why would you be trying so hard

to follow in his footsteps?

I'm not following
in anybody's footsteps.

Trying to connect with a man
you hardly remember?

The father you never
really knew?

The man you'll never be.

Tell me about
how he was killed.

I'd rather not.

Let's be honest here.

The whole "I'm an open book"
thing?

You want to earn
my trust, humor me.

How did he die?

Shot in the back

by an 18-year-old kid who was
robbing a gas station.

Did he suffer?
Yeah.

He suffered.

It took him two days to die.

Suffering's good
for the soul.

Helps it release.

What did he look like?

What difference does it make?

I mean at that last moment.

That desperate flicker
before his last breath.

You really get off
on suffering, don't you?

I think you were right.

You really aren't cut out
for this line of work, are you?

Guys like us need to be
tougher than the others.

My dad taught me
patience, control.

Most important, he taught me
there's no pain I can't endure.

See, that's where we're
different, you and me.

You sat at your father's side
in that hospital room.

Cried for him.

He probably died right there
in your arms, didn't he?

Sixteen years old.

Left you with a younger brother
to take care of.

And did you avenge his death?

No.

You did nothing
because you're weak.

You son of a bitch!

Who the hell do you
think you are, huh?

Detective, no, get off him!

Get off me!

I'm filing a complaint.
I hope you know that.

Yeah, you do that.

[Kimball chuckling]

And they say you can't have
too much water.

If he hadn't been strangled,

he would have died
of water toxicity.

This doesn't make sense.

His organs are so decomposed,

but externally, he shows
almost no signs of decomp.

Outside he was frozen.

The exposure.

Inside, something
warmed his organs.

The water?

Not only forced it down
his throat, it was warm?

[door slams]

I think we've
just figured out

why Leviathan kills
and then goes dormant.

We cross-referenced
everything--

All the dates,
all the killings,

including estimated TOD
on Mr. Fisher here.

And bingo.

Blue moon.

So all the other killings--

Okay, just bear with us here.

Body one always
disappears one week prior

to the first full moon
of the month.

Time of death links directly
to the full moon itself.

But he doesn't
dump the body

until the second full moon
of the month, the blue moon,

which is when he kills
his second victim.

That's when the body
and the notes turn up.

Then we don't hear
from Leviathan again

until the next blue moon.

Okay, but why?

The moon affects the tides,
doesn't it?

A little word association.

Maybe tides, water,

Leviathan,
monster of the deep,

mentioned in the Bible.

So you're saying that
the second body isn't here

because he was killed tonight?

And if Kimball did,

maybe he didn't have time
to move the body.

So we if we can find where
Mr. Fisher was killed...

We find body number two.

[Bob Dylan]
♪ Blue moon

♪ Blue moon

♪ You knew just what
I was there for... ♪

Did we get any--

Ugh!

Smells like the leftovers
of an Eskimo picnic.

Heh heh.

Any, uh, movement yet?

No.

But I did
discover something.

He comes to you when
you sing Blue Moon.

Oh, gee, your own
stupid pet trick.

Thought I would
help him try to relax.

♪ Blue Moon

♪ You left me standing alone [purring]

♪ Without a dream
in my heart ♪

♪ Without a love
of my own ♪

See?

It's great.

You wouldn't happen
to know any songs

about taking a dump,
would you?

Oh!

Come on.

It's a game, isn't it?

This seventh-grade
flirtation between us.

You pretend to ignore me,

but I know you're checking me
out when I walk away.

Only to marvel at what
a pompous, arrogant,

vulgar little man
you really are.

Okay, maybe vulgar was
a little harsh.

No, uh, he's gone.

Here kitty, kitty...

♪ Blue moon

♪ I saw you standing alone

♪ Without a dream
in my heart ♪

Anyone see a cat
come through here?

[clicking tongue]

Blue moon.

Mercury in retrograde.

Yeah, Nige, I got it.

That mold that I found
on Fisher's foot.

It's not from where
he was dumped.

Kind of weird,
like nothing I've seen before.

[electronic beeping]

Frothy material
in his mouth

turns out not to be
lung discharge

but...carbohydrate.

What kind?

Wheat.

Pure wheat.

Like a cracker.

So, what, he feeds these guys
before he strangles them?

Oh, uh...[dialing on phone]

[cell phone ringing]

What's up, Jordan?

Jordan?

Woody, hang on.

I'm gonna try to get
a better signal.

Man, is anything
working tonight?

The moon's in Uranus.

Excuse me?

Something like that.

Anyway, you said Kimball
had a Eucharist on him?

Yeah, the wafer. Why?

Our victim has one
in his mouth.

It's the killer's last act
before he strangles them.

He gives them communion.

"Another wicked soul
now cleansed."

Only your friend
in narcotics

picked him up before
he could finish the job.

Wait a minute,
body number two--

He's alive, Woody.

Wherever Kimball left him.

Probably won't
last the night.

Well, look who's joining us
for Round Two.

The patch,
you're a smoker as well?

Not anymore.
Give me that lighter.

Gordon, Gordon.

These are four
missing person reports

filed in the last two weeks
that fit the profile--

Male, late fifties.

Just circle a name.

You've completely lost me.

If your second victim
is on this list

and still out there
somewhere alive,

now's the time to come clean
if you expect any play.

My second victim of what?

We're finished playing,
Gordon.

Or should I say,
Leviathan?

Leviathan.

That refers to some sort of
large aquatic creature, right?

It refers to a creature
that claims two victims

every blue moon.

That's all very interesting,

but you can't
hold me much longer.

As long as we want.

See, there's another lie.

That's why you're pressing.

If you had something on me,

I'd have been charged
by now, right?

Don't get ahead
of yourself, Gordon.

Woody's getting nowhere
with the suspect.

So unless we come up with
something concrete,

he's gonna have
to turn him loose.

Uh...Cyanide.

What?

Segmental hair analysis.

I'm finding traces of Cyanide.

The victims are strangled,
they weren't poisoned.

Not enough to kill them,

just enough to knock them
out for a while.

It was 2.4 millimeters
from the scalp.

Meaning he was drugged
four days before he died.

Who was drugged?

Have you found
anything yet?

Not much on the skin samples
and nothing on his clothes.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, stupid cat.

Water from the body shows high
levels of calcium and sulfates,

but nothing else.

[electronic beeping]

There it is.
Hydrocyanic gas in the mucus.

That's how Leviathan
overpowers his victims.

He gases them.

But will it be enough to help
Woody keep him in custody?

It will if I can find traces
of cyanide on our suspect.

I'll send one of the guys,
Jordan.

Yeah, really,
Bug or I can go.

Not necessary.
I'm a big girl.

But he's a psychopath.

Yeah, and I'm not?

We got the priest here
from Saint Luke's.

You talked to him?

You do it.

I want to take
a shot at Kimball.

By yourself?

Right, because you're doing
such a great job flying solo.

Besides, he and I share
a common weakness.

Let's see what he'll do
for one of these right now.

Gimme back his lighter.

Alright.
Go get him, Smoky.

Must've gotten out
of the building somehow.

It's five degrees out there.

I don't think so.

Let's just...

pray he turns up.

Yeah, that's easy
for you to say.

Your ass isn't on the line.

It's just a bullet.

No. It's my career.

Truth is...

I'm kind of having a run
of bad luck at work.

I try real hard, I do.

But I'm not the most
well-liked guy at the precinct.

Really. I never would
have guessed that.

If I don't pass
my review tomorrow...

I gave up any chance of going
back to work for my dad,

so I've gotta make this work.

What kind of work for your dad?

He owns some newspapers.

Wow. And you're a cop?

[laughs weakly]

Not if I keep
screwing up like this.

I admire that.

Going out on your own

when you could've taken
the easy road.

I'm sorry.

I-I'm exhausted.

Mind if I just, um,
sit here for a while?

Oh, that's fine.
You stay here.

Uh...

We'll just
take turns looking.

Great.

I've known Gordon
nearly all his life.

He couldn't possibly
be involved

with what
that police girl said.

You knew his father too?

Carl? Oh, sure.

It's a testament
to Gordon's good nature

that he survived him.

Carl was a former Navy man.
Ran our Big Buddy program.

Teaching Bible study
to fatherless boys.

Not to mention moral standards
and proper hygiene.

[water cooler sloshes]But...

Oh, Gordon was
a sensitive boy.

And Carl seemed determined
to toughen him up.

He was abusive?

No, not physically,
that I saw.

But emotionally and verbally?

He was almost militant
in his religious convictions.

Began forming
his own interpretations

of Bible passages,
which I simply could not abide.

So what did you do?

I tried to offer my counsel,

but when he began bothering
other parishioners...

You threw him out.

My only hope was that
it wouldn't affect the boy.

Ah, heaven.

Oooh!

Sorry. Sorry.

Excuse me.

Not at all. My pleasure.

[street noises]

How did his father
take to being cast out?

He was angry at first.

Took a lot of
the parishioners with him.

They raised a lot of money

and started their own parish
of sorts out near Williams Park.

Yeah, it went bust
after he died.

Lung cancer?

Well, if memory serves,

I think Gordon said
he might have drowned.

Excuse me.

What do you need?

I need to run a quick
live autopsy on your killer.

Turns out he knocks out
his victims using cyanide gas.

Cyanide?

Yeah, taken in small doses,

it can knock out a grown man
for up to an hour.

Now, he must have
used something small,

like a nasal spray
or an atomizer.

A cigarette lighter?

Yeah.

Sure, the cyanide would
vaporize as the lighter burns.

Woody?

Woody!

Santana!

Santana.

Santana!

I got her, Woody.

Nobody saw him leave?

Santana, open your eyes.

Wh-where is he?

Open your eyes.

[Woody]
Anybody see Kimball?

Did you see Kimball
come through here?

Call an ambulance!

My god, he walked
right past me.

I said get away from me,
I'm fine.

[Jordan]
Let them do their jobs.

I can't believe I let him
walk right out of here.

Let it go.

Alright, Doc,
we're all set here.

We've got to get this lunatic.

Frankly, my priority is finding
his second victim.

If he hasn't frozen
to death already.

We find the second victim,
we will find Leviathan.

My guess is that he's
on his way to go finish him off.

This sweet boy grew up
to be a serial killer?

Priest said that his dad's
fathering skills

left something to be desired.

If he didn't push him
over the edge,

he certainly helped out.

What's this tattoo
on his arm?

An anchor. The priest said
he was a Navy man.

Hey, Nige, you got that photo

of the cut
on Fisher's arm?

It's on its way, luv.

Okay, now turn it 90 degrees.

That is...?

Leviathan's signature.

The shaved heads,
the tattoos.

He recreates his father

and then he kills him
over and over again.

What did the priest
tell you about the dad?

Sounded like an abusive bully
turned religious zealot.

He built some church
near Williams Park,

wherever that is.

It's out on Crystal Shoals.

The sulfur we found in the water
from the body.

Crystal Shoals
is a mineral lake.

That could be the source
of the sulfur.

Right, I'll pull up a map.

[electronic beeping]

[instrumental break from CCR's
Put A Spell on You]

♪

Fan 'em out!

Make sure we got guys
covering the back!

Come on!

Woody! Over there!

Baptismal pool.

[knocking]

It's frozen solid.

Could there be
anybody in there?

If not,
I'm sure there has been.

This is definitely
this guy's Bat cave.

Check this out.

Hose, duct tape.

Psycho keeps a journal.

Lots of them.

Look at this.

Listen.

"It's not enough that
he might know my pain.

He must feel my pain."

This was my fault.

I can't believe I gave him
back that lighter.

What do you mean
he isn't there?

But we're sure he was here,
Jordan.

We're sending you back
a trunk load of evidence

to sift through.

You gotta read
some of these journals.

His dad really
did a number on him.

Did you look everywhere?
Upstairs? Down?

There is no downstairs.

No, there has to be, Woody.

We just got results back

on the mold found
on Fisher's foot.

It's a fungal agent
that feeds on cellulose

found in damp concrete.

It only grows
in warm areas,

something subterranean,
like a hot spring.

Hot spring?

[water gurgling]

Woody, you hear that?

All I hear is the wind
and my teeth chattering.

You don't hear the water?

Maybe it's coming
from other there.

Sounds like it's
coming from over here.

Check it out.

What about it?

It's not frozen.

[muffled yelling]

Oh, my god.

We've got you, mister.

It's gonna be okay,
alright?

[gun cocks]

Drop it!

Take it easy.

Drop it.

Okay. Okay.

Just take it easy.

It was going so well

until this bitch couldn't
ignore an illegal U-turn.

You don't have to do this.
I understand.

I saw your journals.

I think we can give up
the good cop routine.

It's a little pathetic
under the circumstances.

Alright, fine, fine.

Tell me this.

How many glasses did he
make you drink, Gordon?

You don't talk about that.

And expect you
not to wet the bed?

How could you not?
You were just a boy.

Even he couldn't make you
tough enough for that.

I will kill her right now.

No, you won't.
'Cause she's not him.

She's not the one who would
make you sleep outside

after you wet the bed.

Then make you drink more,
make you hold it.

You shouldn't
have read those.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be
following in his footsteps!

I said shut up!

Come 'ere!

You sick son of a bitch!

You sick son of a bitch!
Is this how you did it?Stop! Woody!

Enough!

You sick son of a bitch!

Woody!

Get off of me!Woody! Enough!

Is this how you did it?!

You sick son of a bitch.

Is this how you do it?

Huh? Is that
how you kill 'em?

[vocalizing Blue Moon]

♪

[male voice]
♪ Without a love of my own

♪ Blue moon

♪ You saw me standing alone

♪ Without a dream in my heart

♪ Without a love of my own

meow

meow

[purring]

♪ Aaaahhh

♪ Oooohhh...

Are you freezing?

I missed you.

I know someone
who really missed you.

♪ Without a love of my own

♪ Blue moon

Enjoy.

♪ Oooh, woah...
woah, woah, woah, woah ♪

Hey.

So, you gonna say it?

Say what?

That I was right

about all
the bizarre occurrences

that happened tonight.

Yeah, Nigel, it seems
that once in a blue moon

your conspiracies
actually hold water.

No pun intended.

Tell you what, Garret,
if you think that was weird,

wait 'til you see what happens
on the 17th of next month.

There's a lunar eclipse flanked
on one side by Saturn and--

Nigel.

Yeah.

I couldn't be
less interested.

Right.

See you in the morning.

Haven't had one
in three weeks.

It's killing me.

My advice?

Don't.

Look...

I know I muscled
my way onto this case,

and I want to thank you
for letting me tag along.

You didn't have to
after I let him get away.

We all make mistakes.

It's how we bounce back.

I'm sorry, that kind of
sounded trite, didn't it?

No, no.
I totally appreciate it.

I don't want to keep
your girlfriend waiting.

Uh...

Jordan?

She's, uh, not, um...

You're right.
I should be going.

Maybe I'll see you
around sometime?

Santana.

Welcome to homicide.

Heard about the macho,
action hero ending tonight.

Yeah. Thanks to your tip.

You know, Jordan,
every once in a while,

you do something that makes
all the rest of it worthwhile.

You know, because it's
been a long night,

and I'm still
freezing my ass off,

I'm gonna take that
as a compliment.

Come on, let me
buy you a hot toddy.

She's cute.

Who? Her?

Yeah.

Hadn't noticed.

I'm serious. I hadn't.

You know, that's what
I love about you, Woody.

What?

Oh...

What?

What do you love about me?
Come on!

♪ Blue, blue, blue,
blue moon ♪

♪ Di di-di di-di

♪ Bom-ba-ba-bom
ba-ba-ba-ba-bom ♪

♪ Ba-ba-bom, ba-ba-bom
dang-di-dang-dang ♪

♪ Dinga-dong-ding

♪ Blue moon ♪