>> Previously on "Eye Candy"...
>> It is not your fault, what
happened to Ben.
>> If any of the creeps that I
dated killed Ben, I'm going to
find out.
>> Eye Candy?
The name's Reese.
>> Jake, this is my roommate
Sophia.
I'm working with the Cyber
Crimes Unit to catch the killer.
>> I have no idea what she'll do
from one moment to the next.
She's completely unreliable.
>> How did you know where I
live?
>> Well, maybe I could, uh, cook
you dinner?
>> Who just shows up with
groceries?
Is there a serial killer in my
house right now?
Where's Reese?
>> Disappeared.
>> (grunting)
>> Reese isn't the killer.
>> What do you want?
>> He's his latest victim.
>> Reese Hennessey?
It's the NYPD.
(light switch clicking)
(glass crunching)
What the hell is this?
>> Tommy?
(gasping)
(whimpering)
>> (groaning)
>> (screaming)
>> What do you think?
>> I don't know.
What am I supposed to think?
Pulling out someone's teeth sure
isn't a great character trait.
>> He feels powerful, arrogant,
but sometimes it's not about
power.
Sometimes it's about the desire
to be understood.
>> By who-- me?
Look, Reese gave me the creeps.
He did, but he doesn't deserve
to die this way.
It's my fault.
>> No, it isn't.
>> He targeted Reese and now
he's bragging about it because
of me.
>> That was the crime scene
tech.
The teeth we found aren't
Reese's.
They belong to a woman.
>> So Reese could still be
alive?
>> Yes.
>> We need to find him.
Time is running out.
>> Lindy, the NYPD is out,
looking for any sign of him
right now.
>> A sign? What kind of sign?
>> Find out who those teeth
belong to now.
>> Got it.
New York's got a big database of
open homicides, but a victim
with all her teeth pulled is
what you call a very distinct
search criteria.
>> Wow, there are so many of
them.
>> We got a match.
Jane Doe-- missing teeth,
couldn't ID her.
Body was sent to Hart Island.
>> Hart Island?
>> New York's potter's field.
It's where all unclaimed bodies
are sent.
Here's her autopsy report now.
>> I know her.
It's Julia Becker.
Julia's mother contacted me
because she said the police
weren't doing anything to find
her after she reported it.
>> Then why is there no missing
persons report on file?
>> They're out there, waiting to
be seduced-- billions of thirsty
minds, craving hydration, aching
for you to give it to them.
That's an extraordinary power, a
delicious responsibility.
Now, when I look at our recent
page view numbers, I just feel
so disheartened.
"Nine Pet Vines that Will Blow
Your Mind."
Which of you wrote that post?
Did it blow your mind, writing
that story?
What's gonna make it impossible
for me not to click on it?
>> Uh, at the time, I thought it
was fun.
>> It's predictable.
We can't afford to do that here.
Give me more.
>> Do you mean, like, right now?
>> Well, if that's all you've
got, I wouldn't be too
optimistic about your future
here at Reconnoiter.
>> I'm working on something.
I promise.
>> Let's hope so.
Only promise what you can
deliver.
(phones ringing and chatter)
>> Look, this isn't gonna be
easy.
>> I know.
>> You sure about that?
(knocking)
>> Susan?
Hi, I'm Lindy Sampson.
I run the Never Forgotten Group
website.
We spoke about your daughter
Julia.
>> Yes, of course.
Come in.
Is there new information?
>> Ms. Becker, I'm Detective
Calligan with the NYPD.
When was the last time you heard
from your daughter?
>> I told the police when I
filled out the report.
Not for weeks.
>> You did fill out a report?
>> Yes, of course.
I thought that's why you were
here.
Will one of you please tell me
what's going on?
>> Ms. Becker, I'm so sorry.
>> (gasping)
No.
(sobbing)
>> * Photographs
* Of one you'll forget
>> (screaming)
>> * Carried off
* One last cigarette
* Drink it down
* 'Til there's nothing left
*In my head *
* In my head
>> Hey, thought you'd like a
snack.
It's a croissant.
It's French for doughnut.
>> Thanks.
That's American for "thanks."
>> Anytime, Detective.
>> Look at you.
If only we could meet properly.
I have so much I want to show
you, so much to say.
Would you listen?
Would you care?
It's time to know who you are,
Lindy-- decide if I've found the
one.
(door closes)
>> Sophia?
>> You're home!
So, how do you feel about
protective detail?
I mean, I'm sure he's got great
abs, but do great abs save
lives?
>> Please don't sleep with him.
>> Oh, sleeping was the last
thing on my mind.
>> You said, no more cops.
>> You have a good point, seeing
as he might be the only thing
standing between us and tueur
en série.
>> Serial killer?
>> Mm, it's easier for me to
emotionally process when we
don't use such crude words.
So, I was thinking, how about we
just jump on a plane and be
there?
You know, get out of town.
>> Sophia.
>> I know-- I'm supposed to feel
better because the NYPD is
protecting us, but--
>> Sophia.
>> All I'm asking is, we have a
plan, right?
>> The NYPD is on it,
the Cyber Crimes Unit is on it,
and I'm on it.
We're gonna catch him.
And until then, we keep living
our lives.
We're not not having a life
because of this freak.
>> Okay. Okay.
Tomorrow, you and I-- just the
two of us-- Fat Friday.
Come on, it's been forever.
You can grab the Peking Duck
World and Kung Pao from Floyd's,
and I will get the bacon maple
ice cream from Industria.
>> That actually sounds really
good.
>> Damn right it does.
>> Any updates on Reese?
>> No.
>> What have we got?
>> The photograph and envelope
came back clean.
No fingerprints.
The only parts he kept from
Lindy's original photo are Lindy
and Sara's faces, and once we
remove those, we're left with
pieces of four other separate
photographs.
>> These look like pieces of
crime scene photos.
Search our database of open
homicides.
>> But the faces are Sara's and
mine.
Traditional photo recognition
won't work.
>> But there's another program
that uses a special algorithm
to extrapolate the pixels in
each part of a photograph.
It could work.
>> Try it.
May I have a word?
>> Yeah.
>> Why did you choose this
picture for the home page of
your computer?
>> It's the last one taken of us
together.
>> Was there anything
significant about that day?
>> Not exactly.
>> Lindy, whatever he wants to
tell you by sending you this
picture could help us find
Reese.
In the original picture, your
sister's wearing a bracelet, but
in the replica, she's not.
Why?
>> I didn't think anyone
noticed.
>> I did.
>> It was, um...
It was Sara's birthday.
I mean, once before she
disappeared.
I gave it to her as a present,
and she loved it.
Things had been rough after my
mom died and it was nice to see
her smile again.
A few days later, she lost it.
I got really angry and I yelled
at her and I don't-- I don't
really understand why.
But, um, I left for college and
we didn't talk until after that.
It was-- it was never the same.
>> Who else knows this story?
>> No one.
Maybe my dad.
>> Have you told him about any
of this?
>> We're not close.
>> I want you to know that if
you were my child, I'd tell you
to leave the state.
>> Well, I'm not your child.
>> True.
But, Lindy, we know he's killed
four people, maybe more.
I asked you to consult on this
case, but I--
>> No, no, no-- he picked me.
I don't get to pick to leave.
Not until we catch him.
>> All right.
But I want you to stay away from
Jake Bolin.
>> I haven't heard from him
since our date.
>> Keep it that way.
Now that Reese has been
kidnapped, Jake's still a
suspect.
>> But he hasn't done anything
suspicious.
I mean, the spyware on his phone
has tracked his every move, and
we've been tailing him 24/7.
>> That's why I still like him
for this.
Whoever this killer is knows
we're watching.
>> There must be something else
we can do to find Reese.
>> Very capable detectives from
Missing Persons are out, looking
for him.
We're doing all we can.
(knocking on door)
>> It worked.
Three of the four component
parts in Lenny's photograph
match with an open homicide.
Take a look.
>> You didn't find a match for
the background?
>> No.
>> It's not an accident that he
changed the background.
>> None of this is an accident.
>> Tell us about the victims.
>> Michael Kelly.
The homicide is listed as a mob
execution.
He was shot, fingers cut off.
Miranda McKenna was strangled.
Breasts were removed.
Her boyfriend had a history of
abuse.
Homicide has also got a case
against him.
And Anthony Morgan-- stabbing.
Defensive wounds showed that he
put up a fight.
Maybe that's why whoever robbed
him gouged out his eyes after
they took his wallet.
>> So, what's the connection?
>> They've all been mutilated.
>> Other than that, homicide
reports list different motives,
different suspects for each
case.
>> Guess what?
They're all on Flirtual.
Just like Julia and Emily-- he
dated all of them.
>> Oh, an equal opportunity
serial killer.
At least he's got that going for
him.
>> He's claiming them, to boast.
>> Get me everything on these
three homicides.
I want these cases reopened.
>> How much stuff did you buy?
>> Enough.
>> And you're sure this is a
good idea?
>> I'm not sure of anything
right now, Connor.
>> See, that's what I'm talking
about.
>> I'm sorry, I don't
understand.
>> I'm just saying that lately
you've lacked your usual
sparkle.
>> You're kidding, right?
I'm sorry, but my sparkle is
under protective custody until
Lindy figures out her psycho
situation.
>> You mean, our psycho killer
situation.
Our pictures were on that thing
in the Cyber Crimes Unit too,
you know.
>> Yes, but trying to make sense
of that is much more terrifying
than the truth.
>> Truth? What truth?
>> * Bah bah bah bah
>> You're humming Beethoven's
Fifth.
You only do that when you're
trying not to gossip.
You know you want to tell me.
>> All right, look, but you are
sworn to secrecy.
>> Okay.
>> Secrecy, Connor.
I-- I-- I-- I can't say it.
Um, um...
(teakettle whistling)
>> Uh-uh, don't look at me.
>> Didn't you bring Yaeger
coffee this morning?
>> Well, yes, but I refuse to be
known as a refreshment
handmaiden.
Besides, drawing him in is all
about pressure and release.
Pressure and release-- ooh!
Pressure and release.
>> I'll take it to him, then.
>> You know, just give me a call
whenever.
I mean, um, if you want.
>> Hmm.
You have a good night, Lindy.
>> Good night.
>> All right, okay, the problem
appears to be within your local
system, so I'm just gonna RDP
into your box and see what's
going on.
You okay?
Ah, an app game is sucking up
your resources.
I'm gonna go ahead and assume
that that's not work related,
delete it, and reboot your
system.
Okay, bye now.
What's going on?
>> Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, I'm gonna show you
something, okay?
But remember, homicide carries a
minimum sentence of 20 years.
Who's "The Insomniac"?
>> Connor.
>> Who have you been talking to?
>> It was Connor.
He works for Reconnoiter.
>> Connor?
Wait-- your friend Connor?
>> He's not my friend.
He's Sophia's friend.
>> He's a blogger, and you
didn't think to mention that
when you brought him into the
Cyber Crimes Unit?
>> His life was in danger.
I didn't think it mattered.
>> Well, maybe if I'd known, I
would have kept him in the
lobby.
>> You know, you can blame me
all you want, but the story is
out there, and I'm just as angry
about it as you are.
>> Look, this gives the killer
exactly what he wants-- credit.
You know what these guys do when
they get an audience?
They perform.
I don't want him to perform,
because I suspect we're not even
in the first act of his show,
and it's gonna get a lot more
scary.
We cannot have this kind of
leak.
>> I'm handling it.
>> 1, 2, 3, 4...
>> Go!
>> 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
(claps)
Let up.
Practice sparring with a
partner.
>> Radical, Connor.
That was a lot of hits.
>> It's my story too.
People have the right to know.
>> There's a man missing.
You're putting his life at risk.
You're putting everyone's life
at risk.
>> I'm helping people protect
themselves.
(groaning)
>> Take the story down now.
>> I can't.
>> Why not?
>> 'Cause that's not his choice.
It's mine.
Hamish Stone, owner and
publisher of Reconnoiter Media.
>> I know who you are, and I'd
describe you as more of a gossip
profiteer.
>> And you're the hacker.
Dropped out of MIT when your
sister disappeared, moved to the
Big Apple to look for her, and
here we all are, getting
acquainted.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but
hackers don't usually work with
the police, do they?
Especially when they've got a
record.
Then again, this case is rather
personal for you, isn't it?
Don't look at Connor.
I Googled you all by myself.
>> What's it gonna take for you
to take the story down?
>> Oh, I don't know.
Catching him.
Until then, the story stays up.
>> Bad news.
You're fired.
(laughing) Just kidding.
I covered for you.
>> Thanks.
>> Working.
I say we hit Reconnoiter hard--
send a botnet attack and down
their entire site until they
delete the story.
>> It's too late.
It's already gone viral.
>> And bachelor number two--
they find him yet?
>> No, not yet.
But yesterday, the killer sent
me this.
>> Freaky.
Freaky, freak, freak, freak.
>> Yeah.
The parts that don't belong were
matched to three different
unsolved homicide victim photos,
but the background never matched
anything.
Any idea?
>> It's like a Monet thing.
Sometimes you gotta stand back
to get the full picture.
It's static, but modern TVs
don't play static.
>> Of course.
That is why I love you, George.
Reese's TV was playing static
when we found the mannequins.
We have to go back to Reese's
apartment.
>> It's funny how people think
"high tech" means "safer."
(exhaling)
Hello, my little friend.
(door opening)
>> Can we hurry it up?
>> Oh, relax, okay?
I built this baby to be quick,
like a rabbit.
Here we go. Okay.
It's pulling the unique code
from the last time Reese used
the keypad, re-routing it back
to the lock as if he were here,
punching it in right now.
(beeping)
Oh! Like butter.
>> Good job.
>> It's so easy, it terrifies
me.
>> The mannequins were sitting
right here.
>> Ever been on one of those
dates where you talk and wander
around the city?
That's what this is like, except
we're wandering around the mind
of a psychotic killer.
>> There's something on the TV
he wants me to see.
(beeping)
"Mill of the Stone Woman," "The
Young, Evil, and Savage,"
"Phenomena," "Eyes Without A
Face," "Ratman," "The Fifth
Chord," "Inferno"?
>> Yeah, those are old Italian
horror movies-- classics.
Uh, very obscure.
>> It says he watched them all
the night Reese went missing.
It's a message.
"Mill of the Stone Woman," "The
Young..."
Maybe it's the first letter of
each title.
M-T-P-E-R-T-I-C-I-O.
M-T Perticio.
That--that doesn't make sense.
>> Nope, it does not, but if
you're making an acronym, maybe
the "thes" don't count, so it
wouldn't be "The Fifth Chord,"
so use an "F," not a "T."
>> My perficio.
My perficio.
Oh, my God.
I know why he's killing them.
Perficio.
He wants me to understand why
he's choosing his victims.
Julia Becker hated her teeth.
>> Come on, one smile.
>> They were crooked, but she
hated the dentist more, so she
never smiled.
So, her killer pulled them out,
carefully cleaned out her
mouth-- made it perfect.
>> Some perfect.
>> It's his perfect.
He's excising the lie, the
imperfection from each victim.
When I looked at the other
victims' social media, Anthony
Morgan wore colored contacts.
His killer gouged out his eyes.
Miranda McKenna had her breasts
augmented.
Her killer cut out her implants.
Michael Kelly severely bit his
nails and his killer severed his
fingers.
Even Emily Erickson's murder
follows a pattern.
Her killer targeted her face,
her skin.
The Internet's a place where you
can create an illusion, show
people only what you want them
to see-- but when reality didn't
match up with what the killer
saw on Flirtual, he punished
them.
He wants perfection.
He's searching for it.
And when people lied about their
flaws, he killed them.
>> Perficio.
>> Exactly.
But "perficio" doesn't just mean
"perfection."
I mean, if you take it back to
the literal translation, it
means "to finish, to bring to an
end, a finishing."
>> That doesn't sound
optimistic, now, does it?
>> Great work.
(phone ringing)
(beeping)
>> Where are you?
You forgot the egg rolls, didn't
you?
>> Nope.
I'm picking them up now.
(groaning)
>> That's, uh...
that's all I have.
Thank you.
>> What was that about?
>> The IT department at his law
firm found malware on his cell
phone-- filled out a formal
report.
>> You're not answering my
calls.
>> You're not used to girls
doing that, are you?
>> I'm serious.
Jake Bolin just swung by the
Cyber Crimes Unit.
He reported the spyware you put
on his phone.
There's no way to know if he
suspects you or if he knows
we've been following him, but we
might have just gotten made.
>> That's not good.
>> Look, if he tries to contact
you--
>> No Jake.
I got it.
>> Hey, I didn't get a chance to
say it earlier, but good work
today.
>> Thanks.
>> But the next time you want to
break into a crime scene, call
me first.
I'll handle it.
>> Maybe I wanted to handle it
myself.
>> Call me first.
Look, I need you to stay in
tonight with this Jake thing
going on.
>> The last thing I want to do
is go out.
I just need a quiet night in,
alone with my roommate, eating
egg rolls.
Sophia?
>> all: Surprise!
(party horns tooting)
>> Your birthday?
>> Yeah.
>> Ladies.
Hey, how's it going?
You got a boyfriend?
Yeah, I'm taken too.
It'll never work.
Sorry.
No means no, ladies.
**
>> I'm sorry about Connor.
I didn't think he would do
something like that.
He's banished.
Forgive me?
>> I can't believe you threw me
a party.
I hate you.
And how did you even know it was
my birthday?
>> What kind of person doesn't
know their best friend's
birthday?
Besides, I thought we were
trying to be normal.
>> Me not liking things like
this is normal.
>> Okay, you need another drink.
**
>> You really don't want to do
that, man.
**
>> Thanks, but I'm on duty.
>> Maybe some other time?
>> Buenos noches.
You a cop?
>> How'd you guess?
>> You smell like a cop.
You're Lindy's cop.
>> Tommy.
>> Well, Tommy, you'd better
take care of her.
>> Hey.
Fun party.
Yeah, I hate my birthday too.
>> It's not that.
I miss him.
>> I miss him too.
>> Lindy, look!
Wendy made us Jell-O shots!
Uhh! We love her!
Mmm, they're champagne...
ironically.
>> Look, they say it's important
to feel whatever it is you're
feeling.
>> What if you feel too much?
>> Lindy, come on.
>> Sure, the tango is the dance
of love, but guianosknow, the
dance of unbridled passion is
the guaguancó.
All right.
(phone ringing)
>> Calligan.
**
>> To friends!
(cheering)
**
>> They found Reese Hennessey's
clothes.
I have to go.
Don't let Lindy out of your
sight, okay?
(cheering)
>> To horses' hooves!
**
'Cause that's what gelatin's
made from.
You know, horses' hooves.
>> Hey, Lindy, come dance with
us!
**
>> Sophia, who are these people?
>> Your friends.
>> No, they're your friends.
>> Mi casa es su casa.
>> Oh, no.
It's Jake.
>> You invited him?
>> It must have been after he
made us dinner.
We were a little tipsy,
remember?
We liked him, we liked him...
back when we were positive the
other guy was the one killing
people.
>> Well, now he's the main
suspect.
Find Detective Yaeger.
Tell him he's here.
>> So he can arrest him?
>> No, they don't have enough
evidence.
They need to wait until he
slips up.
>> At my surprise party?
>> There are a million people
here.
He's not gonna do anything.
>> Hey, happy birthday.
>> Thanks.
>> I'm sorry, I was rushing.
I didn't get a chance to wrap
it.
>> "How to Cook and Have a
Life"?
>> Yeah, it's just a bunch of
take-out menus from all my
favorite places in the city.
>> That's, um-- that's really
creative.
>> Look, I'm sorry we haven't
had much time to see each other,
but work's been a nightmare
lately.
But I'm glad Sophia invited me.
>> Me too.
(doorbell buzzing)
>> What?
>> You can't just ignore my
calls, Sophia.
>> I'm mad at you, Connor.
You can't come up.
>> Too late.
Some tenants just let me in.
>> You have to go.
>> I was invited.
>> Well, now you're disinvited.
How could you write up that
story?
You were sworn to secrecy, okay?
Lindy is my best friend.
>> I thought I was your best
friend.
>> That's up for review.
>> So, let me in and I'll
apologize to Lindy.
>> Sorry, you forfeited that
right.
>> You know what?
I'm not sorry I wrote that
piece.
It's important.
People are dying.
>> Shh!
I am trying to throw a party.
>> Everything okay?
>> Detective Yaeger, can you
please escort my dis-invited
best friend out?
>> Really?
**
(cheering)
**
>> So, um, nobody does flowers
anymore.
Are you still holding that
against me?
>> I was just surprised.
>> What do you mean?
Like, a little chivalry isn't
your thing?
>> No, I just never gave you my
address.
>> Oh.
Well, I mean, anyone can find
your address with a cell phone
number.
>> Right.
>> Creeped you out, didn't I?
>> A little.
>> Sometimes I fantasize about
owning a farm-- like, a small,
quiet farm.
Are you listening to me?
>> Yeah.
I grew up on a farm.
>> Really?
>> No.
I grew up in the Bronx.
You're about as much of a farm
girl as I'm a farm boy.
>> So, what you're saying is,
I'm really like more of a city
girl.
>> I'm saying you're really like
trouble.
**
>> Look, I'm sorry.
I grew up in a family that loves
surprises, like, you know?
It's just how my brain's wired.
Hey, you okay?
>> Um, I think I might have had
too much to drink.
>> Okay, let's sit you down.
I'm gonna get you a glass of
water, okay?
**
(smoke detector blaring)
>> Smoke.
There's smoke coming from the
bathroom.
(smoke detector blaring)
>> Call came in an hour ago.
A janitor found them in the
basement of an apartment
building.
>> What's the building's
address?
>> It's Jake Bolin's apartment.
>> Oh, no.
**
(smoke alarm blaring)
>> Okay.
Like, who threw a lit joint in
the trash can?
(cell phone buzzing)
**
>> There you are.
You passed my test.
I need to show you something.
**
Ah, hush.
Hush, now.
Everything is going to be all
right.
>> Lindy?
Lindy!
(overlapping chatter)
Hey!
>> (whistling)
>> Yo!
Has anyone seen Lindy?
>> Don't move.
Where's Lindy?
>> She was right there, I swear.
I just went to get a glass of--
>> On your knees.
On your knees!
>> I didn't touch her.
>> (gasping)
>> * Love don't break
* The light
* Trying to find my way again
* Gray stars on the rise
* Never gave beyond the mend
* Come raise the dead
* I'm dreaming of the end
* Hallucinate
* The tables are turning
* The night
* Was everything you said
* Come raise the dead
* I'm leaning on the edge
* Illuminate
* The way to my heart
* My heart
* It's twisting on a thread
* Come raise the dead *
**
>> Somebody set him up.
>> It looks that way.
He was in custody when you
witnessed Reese's murder.
The clothes were planted at his
apartment.
He's not our guy.
I should have never left you
alone at that party.
I made a bad call.
And what happened to you--
that's on me.
I'll never let that happen
again, okay?
>> Reese, Peter, Ben...
He killed them all because of
me.
>> Lindy, you can't keep
thinking--
>> Why did he let me live last
night?
>> Well, if he's looking for
flaws, maybe he doesn't see any
in you.
>> Perfection doesn't exist, and
he's sick to think that it does.
Everybody's flawed-- especially
me.
What do you think he's gonna do
when he finally figures that
out?
**
>> I knew you'd do it.
I hoped you'd solve my riddle,
my test.
**
So, here is my reward to you.
Lindy, you're the one--
the one to understand me, the
one who can really know me,
challenge me.
The gifts I want to give you...
Wear it for me.
Wear your pain.
We should all be reminded
of what we've lost.
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