Smallpox. Yellow fever. Influenza. You had bubonic plague.
What are you talking about, pops?
Long ago, when several coffins were excavated...
...and scratches were found inside...
...our ancestors, they realised...
...they'd been burying folks before their time.
No, kidding.
Back when the plagues hit, guys like you and me couldn't dig fast enough.
Come on.
"Saved by the bell". Doesn't mean what you think.
Morticians would tie a string to the hand of the dead person
and take the other end of the string and tie it to a bell above ground.
And immediately after the burial,
a person from the mortuary would be assigned the task
to sit by the new gravesite and listen for the bell to ring.
That was called the "graveyard shift".
You're freaking me out, you know.
Oh, my God!
I'm gonna kill you!
Thanks for coming.
My guys are on that Cessna crash in Suffolk.
A little girl is missing?
Rose Duncan. That's her.
We have alerts out.
The family's inside. No signs of B&E, place doesn't look tossed.
Shaping up like a murder-suicide.
Just so you know, the media's gonna be all over this.
Yeah, multiple homicide.
It's expected.
No, this one's gonna be covered differently.
Why's that?
31 years ago, the former owner, Bill Willens, shot himself in this house.
Two days later, his daughter disappeared.
Bill's wife, Betty, claims her husband was hearing voices.
He told people the house was possessed by evil spirits.
Like The Amityville Horror.
The folks inside this house were good people.
For Gil Duncan to shoot his family, commit suicide,
there's got to be an explanation other than, "Ghosts made him do it. "
This is Detective Monroe.
It's October 31st 2007.
23:30 hours.
I'm at 1135 Ocean Avenue, Amityville, New York.
I have two bodies in the hall, both male,
believed to be the sons, Tommy and Charlie Duncan.
Both are lying prone in a north-to-south direction.
Both have sustained single gunshot wounds to the back.
No apparent stippling,
indicating they were shot from medium or long range.
Gravitational blood drops indicate
victims were running towards the door when they were shot.
Third victim, female.
Believed to be Amy Duncan, age 35.
Also received a single gunshot wound to the back.
No apparent stippling.
Final victim, believed to be Gil Duncan, age 38.
Shotgun six inches east of his left hand.
Single gunshot wound to the abdomen.
Circular bruise pattern can be seen around the wound.
Bulge on one end...
...consistent with the weapon's foresight,
indicates a close-contact shot, also consistent with suicide.
I'm out of step plates. I'm gonna grab more, alright?
Yeah.
- Danny? Danny! - Lindsay.
- What's up? - Shh!
- What? - Shh, listen.
Please, help me...
- Someone's inside the wall. - Stay back from the wall!
Help me!
I'm gonna get ya.
- It's Rose! - Hang on.
She's been shot.
Get her to a hospital now!
# Out here in the fields #
# I fight for my meals #
# I get my back into my living #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
Get off the street!
Excuse me.
Happy "Hallo-weird".
- Looks like quite a massacre. - Zombie flash mob?
Yeah. I don't get it either.
Stella told me your mysterious caller disappeared.
I haven't got a call at 3:33am in over a week.
Maybe your guy decided it was time to stop stalking you.
Maybe he's getting ready to take it the next level.
Hey.
Meet John Doe.
Wallet's missing and no one recognises him.
Witnesses saw him hit the deck, but thought he was overacting.
Torn clothes, dirt, blood, blunt force trauma to the head.
Nothing fake about that.
Medium-velocity spatter indicates he could have been hit here.
Blood trail?
I don't know. We've tested 30 stains so far. All fake.
We don't know if we're looking at a primary or a secondary crime scene.
We have our vic and 300 zombies crammed into Midtown,
vandalising stores, stalling traffic and scaring tourists.
- All for a laugh. - Maybe someone didn't get the joke.
- Trick or treat! - Hey!
- Mom? - Yes?
I don't feel so good.
Charlie.
Someone ate too much candy.
Come on, let's go home.
Danny?
Danny, is that you?
Get out!
Get out! I told them to leave!
I warned them, but you still have a chance!
Leave this house.
Leave now or it will kill you!
Whoa, whoa! What are you doing?
- You didn't see her? - See who?
My men are doing a canvass of the neighbourhood,
a grid search of the yard,
but, so far, no evidence of any elderly female intruder.
Do you not believe me?
People come to town and get caught up in the folklore.
Are we here buying postcards?
Sheriff, if your men would secure the perimeter, that'd be appreciated.
- Right. - Thank you.
Lindsay, come here. Forget about this guy.
You saw the old woman who grabbed you.
- She went down that secret corridor? - Like she knew where it was.
She warned the Duncans to stay out, that something was going to happen.
We should find her.
She couldn't have got far on foot. We'll find her.
She scratched my arm.
If she left her DNA behind we might not have to wait that long.
Quite the ambience.
Halloween is the one day of the year we're allowed, encouraged
to celebrate the dead.
For without death one cannot appreciate life.
- What about this? - COD is subdural haematoma.
A wound like this often isn't immediately fatal.
Your vic could have been lucid, even walking
for about 15 minutes post-impact.
If he was transient after he was hit,
Midtown isn't our primary crime scene.
- The murder weapon? - That's tricky.
Your vic suffered blunt force trauma as well as sharp force trauma.
The sharp force trauma wounds
are approximately a half-inch wide and extend into the bone.
Looks like chopping wounds.
Maybe look for an axe or a machete.
Even more interesting, is the blunt force trauma.
It was localised in the parietal region of the skull.
Looks like a "W" or an "M".
Murder weapon had raised lettering.
- Could've been hit with two weapons. - Anything else?
Found wood-like fibres under his nails, already sent them up to trace.
Finally, for what I can't explain.
Body temp indicates your vic's been dead for eight hours,
though witness reports established he's been dead for three.
Means he died twice.
That's not possible.
I didn't find bite marks on him or human brains in his stomach,
but he was dead before he was killed, which, medically, makes him a zombie.
Happy Halloween.
# Heaven's so far away #
# Heaven, just a taste #
# Heaven's so far away #
# Cherry, cherry, cherry #
# Cherry, cherry, cherry, baby #
# Heaven's so far away #
# Cherry on the lips #
# Heaven's so far away #
# Now tell me baby #
# Who's your daddy? #
# Whoa! Yeah! #
# Oh! #
# Mmm, oh #
Wow.
Marks on our vic's head weren't made by two weapons.
They were made by one cricket bat.
Any luck narrowing down primary crime scenes?
Yeah, I have a radius of origin.
Considering his injuries,
our vic could have kept walking for up to half a mile before collapsing.
I'll get Flack working on a canvass.
If we find where our vic was coming from, maybe we can find our killer.
Who puts a secret passageway in their house?
Probably from the Prohibition era. A lot of homes here had them.
Guessing Rose discovered the room when the family moved in.
When she saw her father go on a rampage, she hid.
The shot went through the wall and hit her.
The only question I have is,
if Gil wanted to kill his whole family, why not go after Rose?
There's no indication that he went looking for her.
Unless he knew she was there and shot her.
Maybe Gil's not our shooter.
There's only trace amounts of gunshot residue.
If he handled this gun, he'd have GSR all over him.
What about the circular bruise pattern
consistent with a close-contact shot?
The shot cup could have made the mark.
Our contact shot isn't a contact shot at all.
Gil might not have shot himself.
Let's get this to Hawkes.
Danny, Gil Duncan didn't kill himself.
Distance determination showed the muzzle was about four feet away.
He couldn't have reached the trigger?
We're not looking at a murder-suicide.
We're looking for a killer.
Trajectory of the shot
suggests our shooter was standing here when he pulled the trigger.
Our killer left this footprint.
It's the hospital.
Hi, Rose.
I'm Detective Monroe.
This is Detective Messer.
We're trying to find out who hurt your family.
The monster.
You saw a monster in your house?
Those belong to our zombie?
Clothes we got from the vic. Nothing unusual, though.
He was covered in dirt.
Gravitational blood drops on the shoe
confirm the victim was walking when he was hit.
But, found this a little strange.
A diaper?
Our vic was wearing it.
Tested positive for urine.
Seemed a little young for incontinence issues.
Could have been drinking
and knew how hard it was to find a bathroom in Midtown on any day,
let alone Halloween.
Tox came back clean, our vic wasn't drinking.
The wood-like substance Sid found under his fingernails
turned out to be jute coated with traces of a water-based varnish.
Jute's usually used in rope and rugs. Where did the varnish come from?
A coffin.
Flack did a little digging
and found out that two cemetery groundskeepers
reported a zombie attack last night.
As did half of Manhattan.
This one was different.
Diggers were filling a grave when a man broke through a coffin.
But not just any coffin, it was biodegradable, made from jute.
Very easy to get out of.
Did you get an ID?
The vic's name is Dexter Nevins.
35 years old, married to a Sophia Nevins.
We're trying to find her.
Dexter was an immigration attorney. His funeral was yesterday afternoon.
Small ceremony.
He's not saying what I think he's saying?
We may have discovered where our vic first rose from the dead.
Huh!
Could our vic have squeezed through that hole?
If he was desperate enough.
Those are definitely scratch marks.
How did Dexter Nevins get buried alive?
Flack's pulling the death certificate to see who pronounced him dead.
That's a voodoo doll.
Maybe this will tell us who wanted him dead.
So, what do we have that'll put us on the trail of our doll maker?
Found a vic's photo torn up in the doll's head.
Morley cigarettes, bottle of Haitian rum
and three extremely rare Haitian Bleu coffee beans.
These are traditional offerings to Baron Samedi,
voodoo god of the dead.
Even creepier, the hair on the doll's head was a match to Dexter Nevins'.
This wasn't some toy. This was made specifically for Dexter.
Only voodoo didn't kill him, a blow to the head did.
No reason to make a voodoo doll other than to wish harm.
- Speaks to prior motive. - True.
Wouldn't we expect to find the doll with the killer and not the victim?
Unless our killer decided to bury the evidence with the body.
The only flaw to that perfect plan - when your vic comes back to life.
I hate zombies.
I know. They spoil all the fun.
Whoever made this doll
may have used Dexter Nevins as the ultimate sacrifice.
Went through a reference catalogue of shotgun wounds
and the spread pattern on Gil was consistent with Dr Hawkes' findings.
Four feet seems about right.
Also found numerous hairs while removing the victims' clothing.
They didn't look human.
I sent them to Kendall. She said they came back to multiple dog breeds.
One being a Tibetan Kyi-Apso.
It's supposed to be extremely rare.
Nothing here indicates the family had a dog, Sid.
Then maybe your killer did.
Maybe, yeah.
I looked at the shoeprints you sent to the lab.
They're work boots, size 11.
- Gil wore size nine. - What about the shotgun?
No prints. Looks like it was wiped down.
Did find trace on the trigger guard.
Chromatographic fingerprint revealed it's sap from pinus strobus.
The eastern white pine tree.
- It's indigenous to... - Wait. Did you say white pine?
- Yeah, that's right. - Sheldon, I'll call you back.
Hawkes found sap from an eastern white pine on the murder weapon.
This is a white pine.
Check it out.
Those branches are broken.
Our killer could have climbed this tree...
...to the second storey,
made his way over to that roof and into the attic.
A footprint with sap and bark on the roof.
More sap on the frame.
It confirms point of entry.
There's a shirt. It's about the only thing not covered in dust.
I got something.
It looks like absorbents right here.
Small tears. Sap.
This belonged to our shooter.
That's a latent bloodstain underneath the dust.
Somebody tried to cover this up a while ago.
Let me see that.
- There's sweat all over this shirt. - It's like a sauna here.
The amount of sweat, our shooter was here for a while.
But the question is what was he waiting for?
We're looking for...
Thank you.
The man is cursed.
Excuse me?
The tower card.
The hanged man.
And the devil.
Be careful!
I have strangers here, I see. Your names?
Mac Taylor. Stella Bonasera. NYPD.
Josephine Delacroix. How can I help you, detectives?
Miss Delacroix, did you make this doll?
It might be one of mine.
We found Haitian Bleu coffee beans inside this doll.
Yours is the only store that sells them.
We believe the doll was specifically made for one man.
This man. He was murdered last night.
- Who did you make the doll for? - What are you doing?
Nothing.
- Close your eyes. - What?
I said close your eyes.
I'm not gonna ask again.
- Who are you? - Josephine Delacroix, I told you.
How do you know me?
I don't. You just walked into my store.
Mac? Mac?
In the past two months, I've been getting anonymous phone calls,
all at 3:33 in the morning.
Some people believe 333 to be a proverb.
"The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked,
"but He blesses the habitation of the just. "
What do you believe?
333 is the son of the devil, 666.
The one who collects souls for the sins of our youth.
- We're leaving, but we'll be back. - Wait.
This is all my fault.
I did not make that doll for anyone.
I made it for myself.
Mr Nevins was a client.
- His death is my doing. - You killed him?
- I put a curse on him. - Why?
Mr Nevins wanted to know about Haitian voodoo.
Specifically about returning back from the dead.
He said he wanted to know the scam.
I told him there was no scam. It was voodoo.
How did the doll get in Dexter's coffin?
I put the doll in at the funeral.
The only place for it to be was with Mr Nevins
as he greeted Baron Samedi, god of the dead, face to face.
Mac?
It sounds like Dexter buried himself alive.
Wanted to fake his own death.
You think it was a life insurance scam?
Probably.
Explains the diaper.
Why plan for a bathroom break
and not the fact that you're gonna run out of oxygen after being buried?
Why have an open-casket funeral when you're trying to fake your own death?
Witnesses, in case the insurance company balked.
How did he fool those people into believing he was dead?
Get anything from the DNA off of your arm?
No hits in CODIS,
but when I ran the DNA against the blood that we found in the attic,
I found shared alleles at all 16 loci.
The blood in the attic was from her daughter?
Or mother. The NMR analysis dated the blood back to 30 years ago.
When the Willens family lived in that house.
Yeah.
What does the old lady and the blood in the attic
have to do with the Duncan family murders?
We need to find out what happened 31 years ago.
This is the former owner of the house.
This sounds weird, but that's the woman who attacked me.
Betty Willens. What would she be doing there?
I'll age this to see if I'm right.
That's her!
What would make Betty return to that house after 30 years?
- I may be able to answer. - What have you got?
Rose's monster.
DNA from the shirt you found came back as Betty Willens' son, Henry.
His DNA was in the system, and take a look at this tattoo.
- Rose wasn't imagining it. - She did see a monster.
This guy's been in and out of prison his entire life.
Currently on parole after serving a nickel for armed robbery.
His PO got him a job as an animal control officer for the county.
Explains the dog hair we found.
- Let's bring him in. - Got to find him first.
Reached out to his boss, Henry's been MIA with his truck since yesterday.
His last dispatch reported he never made it to the pound.
Called his house, he doesn't answer. Same with his mother.
Anti-theft tracking in his car?
- Already asked. - You know what, the dogs might.
What?
Sid said that the hairs he found
came back to a very expensive breed of dog.
If I were the owner, I'd make sure it never got lost.
You can't LoJack a dog.
No, but they do make dog collars with GPS tracking chips in them.
So, the dogs Henry picked up never made it back to the pound?
Maybe they're still with him, and if one of those dogs has a GPS collar...
Maybe we can track Henry down.
Mac.
Dexter Nevins' death certificate.
COD was congestive heart failure and was signed by a Dr Roger Burgess.
I think I know how Dexter fooled him.
It had to be some type of drug that our routine tox didn't catch
or that had metabolised out of his system.
So I went to our most recent sample.
- The diaper. - Exactly.
I found tetrodotoxin in Dexter's urine.
Explains why the body temperature didn't reflect TOD.
Dexter would have seemed dead.
How does an immigration attorney get a drug like that?
Unless he has a friend who's a doctor.
Who'd be willing to sign his death certificate.
Dr Burgess.
Hey, guys. I'm loving your insurance scam theory.
Nevins was insured to the hilt.
His wife was the beneficiary, turns out they were in major debt.
Dexter's dead and there's a lot of money to be collected.
Where's the wife?
She hasn't collected the insurance. She's disappeared.
If Dr Burgess was in on it, they could be together.
Sophia's last credit transactions,
everything stops the day before the funeral.
The last charge on their joint card - a HELiOS personal oxygen system.
With oxygen, Dexter could have survived 10, 12 hours.
Sophia comes back, digs him up and they split town with the money.
There was no evidence of an oxygen tank in the coffin.
It was never put in the coffin
because Sophia never intended to dig her husband up.
Danny.
Look at this.
This is a real-time map
of the animals that are being tracked by Ani-Trac, the GPS collar company.
I got 20 hits in Manhattan and western Long Island.
Everything's in motion, except these four.
Where is this?
1135 Ocean Avenue. That's the Duncan's address.
This guy's gone back to the crime scene.
That's Henry.
Don't move. Don't move.
I got him!
Argh!
- Henry! - What's in the suitcase?
Argh!
Henry!
Henry. Oh!
Don't.
Don't open it. Please. Please, don't open it!
No.
My baby.
Ma'am, I beg you don't let them take my babies.
Please, please, please, don't let them.
Please!
I beg you, don't let them take them. Please.
When you're a little kid, you don't know nothing.
My crazy dad shoots himself in the head.
All my mom tells me is, "He went to live with the angels. "
That's dumb, right?
That's dumb.
My father loved guns.
I loved my father. When he was gone, I just...
I wanted to keep remembering him.
Henry?
It just went off.
Henry was never right after that night and it was my fault.
I knew I had to protect him.
I knew that they'd take him away or they'd declare me unfit.
I'd already lost my husband,
I couldn't bear losing all that was left of my family.
So you cleaned up the crime scene
and you buried your daughter in the house.
Only you told everybody that she disappeared.
And for 31 years people believed you.
I should, I should have moved her years ago.
I was evicted.
- I didn't think anyone would... - Why now?
I read the story in the paper about the old place being sold.
No one had lived there since Henry and I left.
Everyone thought it was haunted.
Except the Duncans.
They said they didn't believe in ghosts.
They said that they were looking forward to renovating the old place.
And they'd uncover your secret.
So you sent Henry to go get your daughter
before she could be discovered.
It was all supposed to be so simple.
Those people weren't supposed to be there. It was Halloween.
I waited till they left.
But they came home early, because little Charlie had a stomachache.
When they found you in their house you killed them.
I panicked.
I couldn't go back to jail.
- Gil. - Who are you? What are you doing?
- Call the police. - Don't.
Hey, man, no, no, no!
When it was over, you put the gun in Gil's hand.
Thought people might assume the house was still possessed. No.
It was you, Henry, who killed that family.
It was not the devil.
You're wrong.
The devil did kill that family that night.
He came to me the day my sister died in that house.
I didn't know enough not to let him in.
- Hey, Mac. - I'm trying to reach Dr Burgess.
- He hasn't shown up for work. - Did you try him at home?
- No answer, but look at his address. - 40th and Park.
10 blocks from where we found our vic.
It's in the perimeter of the point of origin.
Maybe his home is our primary crime scene.
Dr Burgess?
NYPD. We want to have a couple words with you.
Mac.
We've got dirt and blood.
- Faint pulse. - They're alive.
Get me a bus at 1530 West 40th Street.
Bet I know what this is.
Tetrodotoxin. Just like Dexter.
Makes sense now.
Once Dexter escaped from the coffin, he knew they left him for dead.
He wanted answers.
Looks like Dexter got his answers
and his revenge.
Will they survive?
Depending on what the dosage was.
But for now, they're caught between the living and the dead.