CSI: NY

(escaping man shouts, ax man grunts)

Drop the ax!

Drop the ax, man. Don't do this!

Drop the ax now!

Freeze! Do not take another step!

Do you hear me?

get down on the ground!

Do it!

Drop the ax, man!

Uniform found the key in his pocket.

Belongs to this hotel.

He making any statements?

No.

That's where he got the ax.

He was completely out of his mind.

They had to transport him back to the precinct in a body bag.

No! No! Let me out!

Stop! Aah!

No cuts or wounds? None.

He was definitely wearing somebody else's blood.

What the hell happened in here?

¶ out here in the fields ¶

¶ I fight for my meals ¶

¶ I get my back into my living ¶

¶ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ¶

Clowns?!

That's what you're going with-- clowns?

That's your official story?

They were trying to kill me.

Oh, so they're the "homicidal on the inside" kind of clowns.

Well, hang on a second, while I put out an APB.

For two guys with frizzy pink hair and big red noses!

Shh-shh-shh!

They stuck a gun in my mouth.

Open your mouth.

: Mm-mm...

Do it!

Open your mouth!

Open it!

This gun?

This gun, James?

This is a water gun

Filled with tequila.

Now what do you have to say about that?

: I don't know...

You don't know.

That's the last thing that I remember.

What drugs are you on, James?

What'd you take?

I didn't take anything.

All right, enough, enough with the lying.

Enough!

We have your driver's license, James.

We know that you were up there celebrating

Your 21st birthday with your friends.

Things got out of control, and so what happened?

I remember...

I remember... I was underwater.

Swimming with seahorses...

And... a-and...

Starfish.

Mark.

Ask Mark.

Mark's dead.

They're all dead, James.

You hacked your friends to death.

Now tell me why.

I'm cold.

It's really cold in here.

I wanna...

I wanna go home.

Can I go home now?

He's clearly on something.

Dilated pupils,

Cold sweats, tremors.

Most likely LSD or some other psychotropic drug.

Bonasera: Explains why he was swinging the ax at cars

And didn't respond to the officers on the street.

Taylor: He was hallucinating.

Officer (distorted): Drop the ax!

Depending on the dose, the effects could last anywhere

Between six and 12 hours.

He has moments of lucidity,

But he could go in and out of hallucinations during that time.

Let's see.

He's a physics major at Chelsea University

And a member of the Manhattan Physics Club.

Kid's no dummy. Strange.

A kid like this, no record,

Clean as a whistle.

James's phone?

Yeah.

Got 11 missed calls from a Sara.

Girlfriend?

And one call from his mother.

Mrs. Roberts: James, it's your dad and I.

Happy birthday!

I hope you're having fun.

Mr. Roberts: Happy birthday, son.

Put the books down.

Go out and have a drink.

Got out and have ten drinks.

Mrs. Roberts: Don't tell him that!

Don't have ten drinks, sweetheart.

We'll be home Friday.

We love you so much.

And say hello to Sara for us.

Mr. Roberts: Happy birthday, son.

Happy birthday, James.

What's up?

She was first.

Angle of the wound suggests the ax came down from above.

But it was clean.

So if one of the others were first,

There would be a castoff pattern on the ceiling.

It's hard to say who was next.

Well, this guy's hand...

Is on top of the other guy's leg.

So, he goes down, James hits him in the back

Multiple times, causing this blood spatter

On the wall and the bathroom door.

And this guy gets hit; his arm falls on top.

All right, so, two, three.

Maybe.

There's nothing to rule out her as number two.

Right.

So, three, four.

Horizontal wound.

The ax came straight back.

Right, and boom, causing that castoff pattern on the wall.

There's a break in the pattern-- a void.

So who was standing here when she was killed?

There's no castoff pattern on the shirts of any of our vics.

Someone else was right here.

Sara: This is crazy!

James never did a drug in his life.

Well, that's why we asked you to come down here, Sara.

Maybe fill in some of the blanks?

None of this makes any sense.

Two of the victims were Mark Turner and Daniel Vaughn.

You know them?

Yes, they're his best friends.

How about them?

Do you know who these girls are?

: No.

They didn't go to school with you and James?

I don't think so.

Did you know James was going out last night?

Yeah.

Mark and Daniel set it up.

It was his 21st birthday.

You weren't supposed to be with him?

James never made a big deal out of his birthday.

Last year,

He spent it in a library.

Said he was... (sniffles)

Celebrating with Einstein.

James is a science buff, huh?

Yeah.

I can relate.

Sara (laughs): I was gonna throw a party for him.

He made me promise not to.

Mark and Daniel said

They weren't taking no for an answer.

James...

He isn't a party guy.

He... He's kind of a wallflower, you know?

He just sits back and watches everyone else have fun.

I don't care, though.

I-I love that he's not one of those

Fraternity-type guys, you know?

: No. No, get away from me!

Get away!

Wait. Calm down.

Sara (sobbing): What's gonna happen to him?

I wish I had a good answer for that, Sara.

So he was telling the truth.

He was kidnapped by two clowns.

Found a hair in each of the masks,

And they came back to the two male vics.

The clowns were his buddies.

Ah...

James: Are you serious?

Not funny, guys.

Happy birthday, man.

Happy birthday, bro.

I thought he was hallucinating.

So what happened after the jig was up? I don't know.

Your guess is as good as mine, brother.

Hey, doc.

So sid printed the vics.

Got an I.D. on our two girls.

Names are Jackie Wright and Lacey Deshane.

Both have priors for drug possession.

They go to school with our suspect?

Nah, I don't think they seem like the school type.

The only detention they've seen

Is probably Manhattan's house of detention.