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- This way. This way. - They're right behind us!

Makoa, Makoa, come on. We have to go.

- I can't. I can't. - Makoa, come on.

I think I broke it. I can't move.

Are you guys okay?

It's my ankle.

Oh, man.

Hey, this is Tua. We got a first-aid situation in Sector Four.

- Need assistance ASAP, over. - Roger that.

- I can probably walk on it. - I'll help you up.

Keep the weight off until we can get you checked out.

What the hell was that back there?

Wait. Is that a foot?

Wow. You guys really go all out. I mean...

This is super realistic, with the flies and everything.

- Oh, God, it even smells gross. - We didn't put that there.

Oh, my God!

We've been walking for, like, a half a mile already.

- More like a klick. - A klick?

Yeah, a kilometre, point six-two of a mile.

Oh, thank you, G.I. Jerk for the pedantic, uh...

I know what a klick is.

The point is, we've been walking in the middle of these woods

for I don't know how long.

- That's a statement of the obvious. - Oh, it's a statement? All right.

How about this statement of the obvious, okay?

There is a direct correlation between how far you walk to a crime scene

and how bad that crime scene is gonna be when you get there, okay?

This is looking already like a two, three-day case,

- just from this ridiculous walk. - What's the problem with that?

- Tomorrow's Halloween. - Yeah.

Halloween, the thing with the kids,

and they get the candy and they wear the costumes.

I love Halloween. I'm very familiar with Halloween.

You are? Your Halloween is the same every year.

You sit and eat popcorn, you watch the same stupid movie.

- It's fantastic. - For me, it's different.

Time does not stand still.

When you have kids, it is only a matter of time before they'd rather eat a tree

- than spend Halloween with you. - Gracie made other plans?

She, uh, is lost to me as far as Halloween is concerned.

But the little guy, he's very excited. We have big plans and now this.

- You have plans with Charlie? - Yeah.

Buddy, your son will understand if you can't make it.

No, 4-year-olds do not understand

why their father is not present, they just know that he is not.

Look, this might not be that bad.

Kono.

Call said we got body parts.

Yeah, a lot of them, found by a couple of kids in a horror campout.

A what?

It's an interactive adventure.

People pay good money to spend the night outdoors

while actors in masks scare the hell out of them chasing them around.

Oh.

I know a couple of streets in Camden

you get the same experience free of charge.

- What did I say? - Yeah, well, as far as scares go,

- these guys got their money's worth. - Dispatch said one suitcase.

I see three.

Yeah, H.P.D. found these other two in the last half hour.

Looks like we came across a dumping ground.

Any idea how long they've been out here?

Uh, CSU estimates about a week.

All right. Everybody, listen up. I want K-Nine out here. I want ground radar.

Make sure we get everything. There could be more.

Call Max.

Have him clear his schedule.

It looks like we've got a serial killer on our hands.

All right, Max, you finish processing our three Jane Does?

Actually, gentlemen, there are four Jane Does.

Wait a minute, I thought there was three bodies in three suitcases?

Upon closer investigation,

each piece of luggage contained a scrambled jigsaw puzzle

of different body parts from four female victims.

And as you can see, each victim has key segments

of their anatomy missing.

Well, CSU swept that area twice, said they got everything.

I'm thinking the killer is holding onto them.

- A souvenir. - I don't understand that.

Why would someone do that? I understand, like, a trophy

from a bowling league or hockey team or something like that,

but a body part?

Curiously, I detected trace levels of formaldehyde and methanol,

chemicals commonly used for embalming.

However, none of the corpses have actually been embalmed.

All right. We need to start pulling employee records from mortuaries,

funeral homes, local cemeteries,

and start pulling a list of potential suspects.

What else you got for us, Max?

Well, based on the horizontal furrows on the victim's neck,

suggest death by strangulation.

Do we have any idea when this happened?

Well, based on level of putrification and presence of larvae,

I'd estimate the corpses to be about six to ten days old.

However, I did find freezer burn on the skin of two of our victims

and ice crystals in the heart of our third.

That makes determining T.O.D. nearly impossible.

You're telling me he froze them after he killed and dismembered them,

and then dumped them at a later date, is that right?

- That is my supposition. - So, basically, we have no idea.

We don't know. It could've been a week, months.

Meanwhile, this whackjob's still walking around?

Well, it's a common misconception that most serial killers are insane.

However, more often than not, they are consummate chameleons.

They're able to hide their rage and their true intentions

behind a more civilised façade, what we refer to as mask of sanity.

Likely hiding in plain sight, scouting the victims.

They kill their victims in one location, and then dispose of them in another.

Like Deacon MacKenna, The Trashman.

Max, I'm so sorry, I didn't even...

Listen to me. If you want off this case, it's not a problem.

No, I thank you for that, commander.

Your sensitivity towards the murder of my biological mother

is greatly appreciated.

However, I truly believe that my expertise in serial killers

and their modus operandi would be a great asset to this investigation.

We feel the same way, all right?

Stay close on this one. All right.

Okay. These women were not randomly selected.

They were handpicked. So we ID these women,

we find out who they came in contact with,

and that's how we find our killer, all right?

- Thanks, Max. - Oh, actually, there is one more thing.

What's up?

I am just perplexed at the apparent lack of curiosity regarding my costume.

- You're wearing a costume? - Ah. There it is.

A pithy retort laced with just a hint of condescension.

- Order is restored. - Okay. Who is it?

- Oh, you want us to guess who it is? - George Washington's wife.

Martha Washington?

I'm clearly one of Keanu Reeves' first film characters,

Chevalier Raphael Danceny.

Well, I'm not...

Oh, I'm not surprised, commander,

that you are unaware of Stephen Frears'

seminal art-house film, Dangerous Liaisons.

I surmise the lack of car chases and explosions

did not pique your interest.

- Got you there. - Excuse me?

Got me there? Oh, you saw that movie?

- I did see that movie. - When?

- In 1988. - Oh, gentleman, please take

- your discourse elsewhere. - When was the movie made?

Nineteen... It probably wasn't even...

Don't put your finger in. You're gonna burn it.

I'm here to donate blood.

I am Prince Vlad the Third, a.k.a. Vlad the Impaler, a.k.a. Dracula.

Anyway,

I come here every year dressed like this to donate blood.

Except for last year when I got kidnapped

and helped take down a counterfeiter that was trying to restart the IRA.

Fill this out. I'll need to check your iron level

and blood pressure to make sure you're safe to donate.

- Is that because I'm a heavy guy? - No. Because you're a vampire.

Exam room 3.

CSU went through the luggage found at the crime scene.

Two of the bags were generic, had no tags or markings.

Lucky for us, though, one of our vics had really expensive taste.

This is Porter Luggage. It's a top-of-the-line European brand.

Each piece has its own unique serial number.

It was registered to Kimberly Payne, a UK resident.

She's one of our vics.

Interpol has a yellow notice on her. She's been missing three months.

We know she went through Honolulu International Customs.

She pre-paid for a room at the Kahala Resort.

But according to records, she never checked in.

So our killer must have picked her up somewhere

between the airport and the hotel.

She travelling with anybody, meet anybody here?

According to the Missing Persons report filed by her family,

she was just on vacation alone.

All right, Kono, do me a favour, call the family,

- tell them we found their daughter. - Will do.

Yeah, Eric, what do you got?

- You like? - Yeah, it's very nice, E-Train.

- What is it? - It's a gift

from beyond the grave.

Right. Sorry,

I'm still developing my presentation style. Ahem.

H.P.D. found this on one of the bodies.

Okay, so it belonged to one of the vics.

- Maybe, or our killer put it there. - Why would he do that?

Because it's a black magic amulet, part of some creepy serial killer ritual.

This inscription here, it's a protection charm

most commonly used in occult ceremonies

performed to bind two people together.

Not a very good protection charm, though, if you ask me, am I right?

- Because she was chopped all up. - Hey, hey.

Guys, look. All right.

Maybe it makes sense if it's our killer's way of linking himself to the vic.

Okay, that's pretty good. Since when do you speak Latin?

I don't. I Binged it, dude.

When you type things into the little bar and...

I know what that is.

I'm not always sure because you were born before the internet and all that.

Wow. You wanna sleep in the garage tonight?

Hey. However you want this to go down,

- Uncle Detective Williams... - Hey.

Hey. This looks like there's a piece missing in here.

Very good. Originally, it looked like this.

- What is that, blood? - Yep.

Which I ran just before you arrived, and guess what.

- I don't wanna guess. - Right. Uh...

I got a hit.

All right. Mark Shepperd, 32, he's a got a record.

Misdemeanour, animal hoarding and cruelty,

possession, assault,

and an interest in the occult, by the looks of that ink.

And that creepy, dead expression in his eyes.

Got the perfect serial killer resume.

I'm losing the sensation in my hand.

That's normal, right?

I'm sure you know what you're doing.

Of course you do.

If blood doesn't get to my fingers, it could turn gangrenous, right?

I'll just shut up and let you...

Everybody down! On the floor!

Hey, Jerry. Great costume.

Mind if I call you back? I'm in the middle of something.

Yeah. You and me both.

I'm at the Hawaiian United Blood Bank on Dillingham.

Of course, you are. I'm sure they love the costume.

No, listen. There's something going down.

- You hear that? - Is that what I thought it was?

Yeah. It's bullets hitting wood and glass and metal.

Hopefully not people, but I don't know.

Some guys just stormed in here and took over the place.

- Okay. How many? - More than one.

I can't see. I'm in the exam room with a phlebotomist.

- Are you guys safe there? - For now.

Okay. Hang tight. We're on our way.

Mark Shepperd, Five-0.

You hear that?

Steve.

Steve.

Come on. Come on.

You know, you, uh, came pretty close there, pal.

You should've left me up there.

First, you don't tell me what I should've done.

Secondly, you're not that lucky.

You'll pay for what you did to those women.

What are you talking about?

You recognise that thing?

Yeah, it's my girlfriend's... My ex-girlfriend.

- Yeah. What's her name? - Tamara Craig.

Is she, uh...? Is she one of these girls?

That's her. Oh, my God. That's Tamara.

- What happened? - That's what we're here to ask you.

You see, we found that amulet with your blood in it at the crime scene.

What, you think that I did this? No, no, no.

We exchanged amulets, yes. But it was her idea.

You know, like Angie and Billy Bob.

It was our way of always being with each other.

- Where's yours? - In my trash at home.

- I threw it away right before, uh... - Before what?

Right before I tried to kill myself.

Tamara was my whole reason for living.

I could never hurt her.

When she broke up with me, I lost everything.

- When's the last time you saw her? - Five weeks ago, we had a blow-out.

She went to Hong Kong to visit one of her friends.

I thought that she would just cool off and come back like she always did.

But she didn't.

She didn't answer my calls, she didn't answer my texts.

I finally realised that it was just over. It's...

That I was never gonna see her again.

Where are you going? Are you just gonna leave me here?

- Okay. He's not our guy. - No. I agree.

He's got that emo, sensitive,

I'm-gonna-write-a-really-terrible- love-song-about-the-girl kind of vibe.

But multiple homicides? I don't think so.

Call H.P.D. Have them get him, take him to King's Medical.

I want a full image one psych eval on the guy, okay?

That's gonna give us time to verify his story.

In the meantime, let's pull what we can on Tamara Craig,

see if there's any connection to the other vic, Kimberly Payne.

- I gotta take this. - Okay.

Hello.

Rachel, slow down. Slow... Slow down.

Where is she now?

Okay. Don't... I will take care... I'm gonna go find her.

I'm gonna pick her up and I'll take her back to the house, okay?

Please. Everything's gonna be fine. I will call you the second I have her.

I got it. Okay? Trust me. Okay. Bye.

Is Gracie all right? What's going on?

Grace, uh, was supposed to be at a sleepover at a friend's place in Kahala.

Turns out she lied and she is at a house party up on the North Shore.

- Get out of here, I got this. - Are you sure?

Am I sure? Your 13-year-old daughter is at a party on the other side

- of the island, Danny. - Good point. I'm gonna go kill myself.

Don't kill yourself. She'll be fine.

- Duke. - Kono, Chin.

The shooters fled the scene. We have APBs out.

Nothing but minor injuries inside.

- Okay. - Thanks, Duke.

- Hey, Jerry, are you okay? - Uh, blood pressure's a little high.

Otherwise, I'm good.

The manager got roughed up.

I think everyone else is just freaked out.

Oh, this is Lia, the phlebotomist I told you about.

Lia, these are my partners.

- Any idea what they took? - Blood.

- Blood? - Lots of it.

- What kind of thieves take blood? - Vampires.

Someone was in a hurry.

Looks like they took most of our packed cells of JK-three-negative.

Oh, that's really rare.

Impressive. He's right.

JK-three-neg is only found in one in 10,000 people in Hawaii,

mainly Polynesians and Asians.

So a blood that rare could be a black market play.

Only its value comes with an expiration date.

Unless it's refrigerated correctly,

it has to be hung within 30 minutes of leaving here.

And the transfusion has to be performed by someone

- who knows what they're doing. - If I want blood, I'm going to an ER,

unless doing that is gonna get me arrested

because I'm a criminal.

So someone's in desperate need of blood and this was stolen to order.

So I dug into Tamara Craig's background.

Now, there's nothing directly connecting her

to our other vic, Kimberly Payne.

But then I ran Tamara's phone records.

Turns out the last call she made from her cell phone

was right after she arrived at Honolulu International

from Osaka three weeks ago.

She was calling her dentist to confirm a dental appointment

- she had that afternoon. - Let me guess, she didn't show.

That's right. Just like Kimberly Payne.

Soon as she arrives at Honolulu International,

not long after that, poof, she disappears.

All right. So we're looking for somebody with a connection

to the airport. This is where he's picking his victims.

Yeah. But come on, there's 15,000 people working at that airport,

not to mention all the pedestrian traffic.

Any one of those people could be our suspect.

That's great. I embarrassed you... I'm very sorry.

I apologise very deeply for embarrassing you, Grace.

But I have been pulled off a very important case.

What about that? What about the fact that I'm in my car,

I'm driving 35 miles in the middle of nowhere looking for you?

How about that? How about the fact that you lied

to your mother, who is in fact a liar herself?

She lied to me about Charlie, but that is not... Not this conversation.

That is... That's me talking to myself, okay?

That's a completely different conversation. Back to you.

You, young lady, will respect my wishes.

You will respect my wishes till the day you turn 18, okay?

And that's the law. And I know the law because I'm a police officer, okay?

Truth be told, in reality, you should respect my wishes till the end of time.

But now, because of your selfish... behaviour,

I am not gonna get to see your little brother tonight, which upsets me.

- What kind of lolo steals blood? - Well, apparently, vampires.

- Vampires. - Actually, come to think of it,

vampires feast on the blood of the living.

- They don't do takeout. - That's true.

Hey. Vampires are not real, period.

They're just an inspired marketing device to sell popcorn.

I would kill for a gimmick like that, brother.

It's no gimmick. Vampirism existed since the beginning of time.

Ancient cultures, including the Mesopotamians,

the Hebrews, the Ancient Greeks, and Romans,

all had tales of demons and spirits

which are precursors to the modern vampire.

Van Helsing, is this gonna be long?

Because if it is, I think you three should order something

because these tables are not free.

All right. Take a look.

So I pulled up all the incident reports of H.P.D. radio calls

in the last 24 hours.

Anything that could have been an act of violence

requiring immediate medical attention.

I got a 911 call about shots being fired

within 15 minutes of the blood bank being hit.

They found bullet casings and a whole lot of blood at the scene.

It was within a couple of miles of the blood bank.

So they should be in the area.

Well, H.P.D. already canvassed all the hospitals, doctors' offices, and clinics.

All right. Let's think outside the box.

Are there any places that could provide any kind of medical attention?

- The Kalihi Pet Clinic. - Makes sense.

Vampires are technically bats, right?

- Jerry, stay here. - You sure?

We're sure.

So, what you gonna order? You.

Good evening. Five-0.

Sorry to bother you, but we're doing a routine sweep of the area,

looking for any signs of suspicious activity.

- Why, is something going on? - It's Halloween.

We're checking out the neighbourhood. You know how kids are.

Yes, I understand.

No, nothing, officers. It's been a really slow night.

Okay.

Well, if you do happen to see or hear anything unusual,

please give us a call.

- I will. - All right. We'll be on our way.

- Have a good night. - You too.

Call for backup. Tell them we got a hostage situation.

I got TSA to send me over some security footage.

We got hits on both the victims and, after tracking them through the airport,

I came up with a short list of suspects,

of people they both came in contact with.

- Mm. - Check this guy out.

This guy is Charles Oakman.

And for a guy who's making tips loading people's bags,

he's pretty overqualified.

The guy's got two degrees, one of them is in mortuary science.

Max found traces of embalming chemicals on the vics.

Well, employee records show this guy used to be an embalming tech

for East Memorial Funeral Home.

Wouldn't be the first guy to take his work home with him.

Hiding in plain sight.

Son of a bitch. We got an address on this guy?

Charles Oakman, Five-0.

- Clear. - Clear in here.

Whoo. It's filthy.

Good grief.

Must have killed the maid too.

Nobody gets cop humour here.

Hey, Lou.

What are those, luggage tags?

"Tamara Craig."

"Kimberly Payne."

"Monica Segert. Amanda Lombard."

Call Max, tell him we just ID'd the last two vics.

The aggregation of dust particles and general preservation of space

would suggest our killer is somehow stuck in time.

Yeah. It's like he's dedicated this room as a memorial of some kind.

Perhaps to a woman who once lived here with him.

- She looks like one of our victims. - Yeah, she does.

Maybe he's targeting women that remind him of her.

Two of the victims had very different facial features,

skin and hair colouration.

But he only needed one of them.

Okay. So, what are you saying, Max?

It might not just be the face he's after. It's the whole body.

That would explain why all the missing body parts put together

form an entirely new female form.

I think he's trying to re-create a love he lost.

We're chasing Dr. Frankenstein.

Jump, jump, jump...

All right. Just, uh, relax and breathe.

There's no need to, um, assume the worst.

She's a good kid and she makes good choices.

Okay. That's all.

Oh, excuse me, sir. Excuse me.

Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. Have you seen this girl? No? No?

Excuse me, any of you seen this girl?

- No, sorry. - No?

- How about you? - Mm-mm.

How about you guys, have you seen this girl?

How about you, mod squad?

- Hey, your costume is really cute. - Thanks, I made it myself.

- Nice. So how do you know Dave? - I don't.

- I just came with some friends. - Well, I'm glad you did.

Hi.

- What are you doing here? - What am I doing here? I don't know.

I just thought I'd check out the party.

- What's going on, dude? - Don't "dude" me, okay, first of all.

And second of all, please step away from my daughter

or I'm gonna take that plastic sword

and turn you into a Roman Popsicle, okay?

- Shoots. - It's a good choice, Maximus.

- Danno, you're embarrassing me. - Let... Get... Go right now.

I'm not gonna ask you again. Let's go right now, okay?

Let's go.

Harsh.

Damn.

Okay. So the clinic manager confirmed there are two people on the premises,

- a receptionist and a vet. - Okay.

Well, I'm registering seven thermals.

Five of them hostile and one of whom is injured enough

- to require a lot of blood. - Okay.

So we have to assume that the receptionist

and the vet are treating the injury.

There's no way we can go in hot without them being taken as collateral.

- The cops are here. - Work faster.

Hey, I told you, I'm going as fast as I can.

- They get in here, you die first. - Please.

I told you, I only work on animals. I don't even have the equipment.

All you have to do...

is keep me alive.

I think we've been made.

All right, Tony, here we go. EP-1 will be the front door.

You and your team will cover that.

Kono and I'll come around to the back of the building to EP-2 right there.

Eric. Thanks for coming down.

You kidding me? This is a real serial killer's house.

If you offered me this or a weekend at the Hawaii Loa Presidential Villa

with all the South American Miss Universe finalists,

I'm picking this, hands down.

Really?

Oh, yeah. It's my jam.

- I would have to concur. - Does anybody have any information?

- Yes. - Thank you.

The luggage tags checked out.

Amanda Lombard was a Nevada resident.

She was on the California Department of Justice Missing Persons list.

And Monica Segert was a German national.

She went missing over a year ago.

She was flying as a student on an around-the-world airline ticket.

Both the IDs were a direct match to both our vics.

All right. What about the woman in the photograph we found inside?

The picture was faded.

Makes it difficult to run facial recognition

unless you're a forensic phenom.

I did a digital reconstruct on her face and got a hit on her driver's licence.

Nice. Maggie King.

Employee records show she worked at the East Memorial Funeral Home.

That's the same place that our suspect Charles Oakman worked.

I'm thinking workplace romance.

Which came to an abrupt end three years ago

when she was killed in a plane crash in Uruguay.

Her unexpected death was probably the trauma

that triggered Mr. Oakman's murderous proclivities.

That's it. That's where she left him at the airport.

She never came back again.

And now that's where he sees her over and over again in these other women.

Look at this.

Maggie had a cottage registered in her name.

Now it's in a really remote location. It's up by Kipapa Gulch.

That's it. That's got to be the place he's processing these bodies.

You know, Grace, um...

I know that you think you are mature enough

to make your own decisions. But you are not.

Okay? Someday you will.

Someday you will make your own decisions,

God help my anxiety levels.

And who knows, maybe someday you will have children of your own

and you will know what your mother and I go through.

I'm your father and it is my job to protect you from the bad things

that could potentially happen.

There are things that could happen that keeps me laying awake at night.

Understand?

I'm not trying to ruin your fun, Grace. I want you to have a good time.

That's not what this is about. I'm trying to protect you, protect you...

Danno!

- You okay? - I'm fine.

- You sure? - Mm-hm.

I'm sorry, baby.

Wonderful.

- Your cell phone work? - Nope.

All right. Going for a walk.

Come on.

Sure you don't wanna walk back here with me?

It's okay. Thanks.

The power's out.

- Find me a fuse box, Lou. - On it.

Lou, how are we looking with that fuse box?

I'm still looking.

I hate the damn woods.

Charles Oakman? Five-0.

Come out with your hands where I can see them.

Lou, talk to me.

Come on, Lou.

Hey, I found it.

Steve? Steve?

McGarrett?

You okay?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

Man, what the hell happened down there?

I found Dr. Frankenstein.

And his bride.

Cover!

- Any closer, she dies. - You wait any longer, you die.

Right through the heart.

Only way to stop a vampire.

Hey.

- What are you doing, working late? - Um, I was just about to leave.

Max, I just wanted to come by and say thank you for your help on this case.

Truth is, if it wasn't for your expertise,

I don't think we would've caught this guy as soon as we did.

Yeah, it's highly probable that without intervention, Mr. Oakman

would have begun his work on the next bride.

I mean, for serial killers,

every murder results in a further refinement of their fantasy,

the quest for perfection,

as Ted Bundy refers to it, is the learning curve.

Okay. Um...

Anyway, good work.

- Just doing my job, commander. - Right.

Max, uh...

it's none of my business...

so forgive me, but that file that you're reading,

you're not gonna find your mother in there.

She's in here.

Brother, thank you very much for the flyer.

We'll come check out your band.

- Right on. Mahalo, brother. - Hey, yeah. Thank you.

Online, we'll check it out, right?

- His band music really sucked. - Yes, it did. Yes, it did.

But I needed him to take my car to the garage not the chop shop, so...

So you told a lie.

Yeah. I guess... I guess what I said was technically a variety of white lie,

the harmless kind, the good kind, the kind designed

not to hurt the guy's feelings, which is very different

from the lie you told your mother and me.

I'm sorry, Danno.

I know. Just make sure you tell your mother you're sorry too, okay?

I will.

- I love you, Danno. - I love you too. Come here.

Mom, before you say anything, I'm sorry.

Right, left, right, left. You ready, buddy? Come on.

All right. Let's see how this goes.

Looking pretty good. You ready? Come on.

Yeah. Don't forget the candy. What's the matter with you? Come on.

Take the candy, let's go. Come on.

Don't give it all away. Save some for the old man.

- Thank you. - Say, "You're welcome."

You're welcome.

Let's be the candy fairy. Let's give it out to everybody.

- Come on. Give it out. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Thank you, Charlie. - Trick or treat.

Mahalo, Charlie.

I've been meaning to talk to you. I got to ask you a favour, all right?

All right.

All right. So do you think that it's possible

that you maybe could not grow up anymore, yeah?

- Okay, Danno. - Awesome.

So you're telling me you can stay just the way that you are?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- You promise? - I promise.

All right. Shake on it then, it's a deal. All right?

All right. It's a deal. Now you can't break the promise.

Now, can I have some of your candy?