[At the morgue]

This won't be easy, but you boys know all the surfers in this area and I need identification. [lifts up sheet revealing corpse] Well, there it is.

What is it?

Surfers. Two, maybe three. What's left of them.

What happened?

We're not sure. One thing's certain, it wasn't suicide.

How do you know?

There's no motive. Besides, it's impossible to cut off your own arms and legs...and head.

Haven't seen a mess like this since the days of the early Cuisinarts.