All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E09 - The Gamer in the Grease (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Man ] Sucking fry oil
from these seafood restaurants
is the worst.

I don't mind the chicken places,
but the seafood makes me sick.

[ Man #2 ]
Quit moanin'
and put the hose in.

- Ugh. Smells like shrimp.
- [ Liquid Sloshing ]

Okay. Suck it.

- [ Motor Whirring ]
- [ Liquid Gurgling ]

[ Object Clatters ][ Hose Clogs ]

- Hold it! Hold it.
- [ Motor Stops ]

Ugh. I got hair.

A lot. Ugh. It's gross.

Probably a rat.
Let's just open her up.

[ Metal Creaking ]

Go ahead and pull it out.

- [ Shrieks ]
- [ Screams ]

[ Siren Wails ] [ Booth ]
Fishing is not a sport.

[ Brennan ] What?
Monuments to sporting events
in ancient Egypt...

include fishing
as well as swimming
and wrestling.

Come on.
No sweat, no sport.

Well-- Oh, Boris Spassky,
uh, chess. He used to
perspire profusely.

Why you gotta
make things so complicated?
Let me break it down for you.

Basketball, football,
hockey-- that's a sport.

Board games, fishing--
not a sport.

No problem going easy on
the fried food after this one.[ Booth Groans ]

Well, the International Olympic
Committee is considering
adding chess as a sport.

Not a sport.See? Not a sport.

Neither is ribbon twirling,
bridge or synchronized swimming.

[ Booth ] Synchronized swimming.
That's not a sport.
That's for sure.

Oh, God.
I'm in the middle
of something, aren't I?

- [ Whistles ]
- Oh, look. Dead guy.

Yeah. Look at that.
The colonel's not gonna
like this one. Ooh!

[ Saroyan ]
Male. No sign of clothing.
All other stats still unknown.

He was found at the bottom
of this grease receptacle...

by those lovely gentlemen
over there.

Well, the remains
are covered in flesh.

- Why am I here?
- I don't know. I told Booth.

- [ Grunts ]
- Oh, God. In the middle again.

Look, I heard "murder victim
in cooking oil," and I thought,
Bones would just love this one.

So how long
has tempura guy
been in there?

- The tank hasn't been emptied
in a couple of weeks.
- Two weeks. Okay.

I could be biking now,
an activity during which
I perspire.

Daily addition of hot oil
hastened decomposition and led
to early hydration of body fat.

God. So he drowned
or maybe fried.

Billiards is considered
a sport by the International
Olympic Committee.

Bones,
we're working here.Not me.

- Wait-- Whoa! Bye.
- Can we get the body
out of here, please?

[ Man Shouting
In Distance ]

[ Man ]
Alex, grab his legs.
Kyle, grab his neck.

Slowly. Slowly.
Careful now. Easy.

- Okay, careful.
- Easy.

- Is the skin slipping?
- The skin is slipping!

Oh.

- [ Police Radio Chatter ]
- Oh, my.

Uh, Bones. Look at that.
Bones. Huh?

Oh, this is good for me.Yeah. Right?

Okay.

[ Sweets ]
You're kidding.Avatar?

Yep. There were
over 10,000 entries
for 500 tickets.

And you won?Yeah.
Good fortune.

If I thought that
good fortune existed.And you're taking us?

All friendship is fleeting
and ends in abandonment.

So why not spend
a few good hours with you guys
until it all falls apart?

Works for me.Heck, yeah, it does.
Nice! Avatar.

You guys do realize
that being this excited
about a sci-fi film...

will drastically cut down
on the number of women
that will sleep with us.

Oh, I'm into
the high double digits,
sex-wise, so not worried.

You're closing in
on a hundred women?Mm-hmm.

- Mr. Fisher, I'm ready.
- Coming, Dr. Brennan.

A hundred women?
That's-- That's a lot.

Yeah. Yeah.
Hats off to the guy, huh?

[ Brennan ]
Compound depressed fracture
to the temporal bone.

More hairline fractures
on the femur, humerus
and scapula.

And here,
on the right ilium.

There are puncture marks
on the ilium, iliolumbar
and sacroiliac.

So he was beaten and stabbed.
Somebody really went
after this guy.

Those injuries
didn't kill him.

There's grease in all levels
of the bronchi, which means...

our victim was alive
when he was tossed into the vat.

Cause of death
is drowning and cooking,
or vice versa.

Saturated fats--
they're a killer.

Also,
carboxyhemoglobin test...

shows our victim had a 17%
carbon monoxide level.

Triple the norm,
and double what even
a heavy smoker would have.

He could have worked
with cars along a freeway,
maybe a tollbooth.

Let's review
occupational markers.

Acute asymmetrical
spinal subluxation,

which in life
would have been apparent in
a pronounced leftward lean.

Chronic periosteal reaction
with bone formation
over the clavicle.

Constant pressure
on his collarbone.Mm-hmm.

Remodeled bite marks
on the tibia.

Probably canine.

Sounds like this guy spent most
of his life carrying something
heavy on his left shoulder...

while dodging dogs.

Together with the high levels
of carbon monoxide,

I posit that our victim
was a mail carrier.

Someone went postal
on this postman.

[ Booth ]
Steve Rifton,
26-year-old mailman,

reported missing by his wife
12 days ago.

You figured out he was
a mailman, and guess what--
he's a mailman.

Why are you surprised?It just surprises me.

It amazes me sometimes
how you figure
that stuff out.

He's a mailman.
You figured that out.I'm good at my job.

Wait till you see
what I got here. Okay.Okay.

Here.Oh, marked in red.

Right. Is Steve Rifton's
postal route. Huh?

And here--Marked in black.

Right.
Is the grease truck route.
See what I've done here?

Yeah. Obviously you've created
a geographic Venn diagram.

No, no, no. Incorrect.
What I've shown here is they've
overlapped in the same area.

You need to google
"Venn diagram."

No, you know
what I'm thinking--
lonely housewife,

husband away
on a business trip.

Bow-chicka-bowwow.What's bow-chicka-wow-wow?

You know,
boom-clicka-mau-mau.

Uh, it's a very, uh,
common porno plot theme...

which, in real life, is
a jealous husband stuffing,

you know, a horny mailman
into grease traps.

Who's that? That's the victim's wife.

Are we gonna tell her...

about the clacka-mau-boom-
chicka-mau-mau-boom?

No, no.
It's bow-chicka-wow-wow,
boom-backa-mau-mau.

It's so unfair.

All those years of effort,
Steve finally gets somewhere
and then gets killed.

- Can you think of anyone who
would want your husband dead?
- You know who Steve is, right?

I mean, was. [ Brennan ]
A postman.

Yeah. Mailman. That was Steve's job,
his vocation.

His avocation was gaming.

- What, he was
a professional gambler?
- Video gaming.

My husband became the reigning
world champ in Punky Pong after
he got a perfect score.

It was on the news.Did he have any enemies?

Sure. The thousands of people
he beat out for the world title.
It's a very competitive sport.

Um, Agent Booth would never
accept Punky Pong as a sport.

Did your husband have
any trouble at work?

Steve was never gonna
be postmaster general.
That's for sure.

He had a very high I.Q.
You know how those people
can be very absentminded.

I don't think
that's true at all.

Sometimes it was tough
to get his attention,
but he was a good man.

Please find
whoever hurt him.

Does Dr. Brennan know you're
soaking the body in beer?

Yeast speeds up
the putrefacation process.

It's the kinder, gentler way
of removing the last vestiges...

of flesh and cartilage
from the skeleton.

Is that beer?

Yeah. Yeah.

Beats being scraped
or eaten by beetles.

Technically, his remaining
cells will be very drunk
before he ceases to exist.

So hey, Fisher. How long does
this thing take to marinate?

- Few hours.
- Okay, good. Both of you,
come with me. Come on.

♪♪ [ Orchestra: Dramatic ]

[ Sweets ] Oh! Okay. I am no
longer able to discern special
effects from live action.

[ Hodgins ]
This is 2-D.
3-D's gonna blow your minds.

Oh, one of us needs
to be in line right now.

Okay, we're up against freaks
and fanatics for the best seats.

To defeat them, we must
become freaks and fanatics.

Right. Well, I cleared
most of my days,

but I am a mental health
professional with
responsibilities.

[ Fisher ]
Between me and Hodgins, we'll
have the forensics covered.

[ Angela ] What's with
the blue people?[ Together ] The Na'vi.

- I beg your pardon?
- Denizens of a lush planet
called Pandora.

You boys are not allowed to
watch movies on my monitor.

Angela, this is so
much more than a movie.

Yeah. I mean, we're sorry,
but the screen is so big.

- You get porn on this thing?
- Get out. Out!

Listen, I'll take the first
shift. You guys cover me.

Everyone e-mail me your
projected availabilities,
and I'll set up a schedule.

Yep.Okay.

Our mailman had a clean record,
except for complaints
from this guy Seeger.

Right. Seeger claims that
he trespassed and was acting
creepy around his son.

Well, protecting the well-being
of your own kid--

seems like a good reason
to kill someone.

I'm not saying that I approve.
I'm just saying I understand.

Ooh. This is probably the child
who got creeped on
by the victim.

♪♪ [ Video Game ]Hello?

Excuse me. Hello?

Hello.Hi. I'm Agent Booth.
I'm with the F.B.I.

- Oh, show him your gun.
Kids love guns.
- Let me handle this.

Can I help you?Yeah. Agent Booth,
the F.B.I.

We're here to talk to you
about the mailman incident.

- That was three months ago.
- Right. What was the problem?

Problem was, I come out,
the guy is here
staring at my son.

Dougie, uh, is autistic.
He can't watch out for himself
in that way.

Well, he-- he's very focused
on this game.

Punky Pong. Dougie plays it
most of the day.

We take it away,
he shuts-- shuts down.

[ Video Game Sound Effects ]So, uh, someone else
complain about the mailman?

Is that why
the F.B.I.'s involved?

Look, you're aware
that this mailman is the
Punky Pong world champion?

You gotta be kidding me.
That's why he was checking out
Dougie-- the game?

Well, he should've
said something.
He just took off.

That's why I made
the complaint.

If I was out of line,
I'll apologize.

♪♪ [ Ends ]

♪♪ [ Resumes ]

Punky Pong is kind of
an old-school game,

but it takes
a lot of skill.

There are a lot
of message boards and Web sites
dedicated to it even today,

but I found something
on one of them that--

How many people play?Uh, thousands.

They put out a retro version
on modern platforms like XBox,

and it's having
this whole resurgence,
but what I found is--

Why do they only allow
world records to be attained
on a vintage arcade machine?

Well, I guess the purists
like it old school.

But, sweetie, I think
you need to see this--

Are there many
of those machines? Because
the autistic boy had one.

Uh, I think around
20,000 were made,

and there are probably
about 1,500 that are
still in existence.

But I think this is something
that you really need to see.
This is Billy Gabel.

He was the Punky Pong world
champion before our murder
victim claimed the throne.

I am still
the rightful champion!

The manner in which
Steve Rifton stole my crown
is shameful!

I will not put up with this!

Steve Rifton, I am the rightful
and eternal world champion,

and you are dead!

Angela, you should've
shown me this first.

[ Chuckles ]
Well-- Okay.

I am still
the rightful champion!
I will not leave this alone!

Steve Rifton,
I am the rightful
and eternal world champion,

and you are dead!

Okay. So video games
provide the outlet...

for aggression that more
physically taxing sports
also provide.

Come on. Video games
are not a sport.

Technically, they are a sport,
being a competitive activity
governed by a set of rules.

Dr. Brennan is correct.

You actually think
that this geek
is capable of murder...

because some guy
beat his high score?

Oh, yeah. If one's instincts
are deeply rooted...

in the status that
they've enjoyed from the game,
and someone takes that away--

It would just be
another geek lining up
to see a space movie.

No! It's not just
another space movie.

It's a symbol-laden
alternate reality with--

[ Sighs ]

So, this guy
was the recognized champion
for nearly 10 years, right?

If he feels that
his notoriety was stolen,
he might take revenge.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]Sorry.

Uh--[ Ringing ]

- Uh--
- [ Ringing Continues ]

[ Beeps ]

This is Dr. Lance Sweets.

Yo! Fisher just called
from the movie line.

He's gotta get back to the lab,
so you have to relieve him,
because I can't.

I understand.
That's a fascinating case.

Um, I'm needed
for a consult.

We're-- We're
through here, right?Oh, no.

You're coming with us
to see if this geek is
actually psycho or not, pal.

Yeah. Okay.

So, I'm afraid you're
gonna have to, uh,

take care of the patient
on your own at this juncture
right now.

Sweets,
I'm knee-deep in larvae
and dicotyledons here.

- I'm sorry, Doctor. Bye now.
- Sweets, don't--

Okay.
[ Sighs ]

This is it. This is it.
This is all I got so far.

Please tell me these all
crawled into the Dumpster...

after the oil was removed
from the restaurant.

No. All the insects had
antemortem burns. They flew into
the oil while it was cooking.

It's so easy to diet
around here.

I assume the fragment
of the cricket exoskeleton
from the skull-wound trace...

had migrated into the skull
from the grease.

But definitely uncooked,
which means...

my three mysterious particulates
were all transferred
from the weapon.

Exoskeleton is from
the Gryllidae family,
probably a nocturnal cricket.

Graminoid seed
is from a fescue grass.

I thought the silk-like fiber
was from a tetrapod,

but what kind is indeterminate
at this point.

You're talking really fast.
Are you late for something?

No. No. Why?

Do you want me to go through it
all again more slowly?

No. That's okay.

Do you know where the cricket
and the grass came from? Yes.

I'm still analyzing
what was in the water
where the fescue grew,

but, you know,
I can check that against
specific water districts...

and narrow down
the location further.

Great.

- Oh! Have you seen Fisher?
- Uh, no, no.

But I'll go find him.

- That's not necessary.
I'm sure he'll turn up.
- Yeah. But you know what?

The mass spec is doing its thing
and the computer really checks
all the districts,

so I'm on autopilot here
for at least the next two hours.

And we know Fisher,
how depressed he gets.
So I'll go find him.

[ Small Motor Whirring ]

- [ Whirring Stops ]
- [ Booth ] F.B.I.

You Pong Master Bill?That's right.

We're here about the threats
you made against Steve Rifton
on the Internet.

That guy cheated.
I don't believe
he played a perfect game.

I want my title back.

-Is this how you make a living,
repairing vintage arcade games?
-It's a skill.

I know why he called you--
'cause he knows what he did
was wrong.

He's dead. Murdered.What?

Did you kill him?

These are complex devices, and
it appears you have to machine
many of the parts yourself.

Look, if I was
gonna kill somebody,
it would be "the Ref."

He's the one that accepted
Steve's crappy videotape
as evidence of a perfect game.

- And this Ref's name is?
- Chris Ballinger.

He heads the Gemini
Constellation--

the organization that
decides on world records
for Punky Pong.

Right after Ref declared Steve
world champion, they went
into business together.

Oh. What kind of business?

Going out on tours.
Signing autographs.

The way I hear it, The Ref is
hooked up with some babe, and
now he's doing better than ever.

Maybe he killed Rifton.

[ People Chattering ][ Boy ]
Dude, check this out.

So, Fisher. Excuse me.
There you are.

Hey, you gotta
get goin', man.
Cam's looking for you.

That's okay.
I gotta set this tent up.

Hey, this is good!
This is really good
positioning here, man.

Not bad.You might want
to step back.

- Look out!
- [ People Gasping ]

Wow.
You do this often?You gotta come prepared.

Oh.

Fresh meat tarts
and a box of wine.

Have at it.

Nice.

[ Panting ]

Hey.Hey.

Are you out of breath,
Mr. Fisher?

No. I'm-- I'm just thankful
I'm breathing, you know?

Never know when
that luxury will end.

So I examined the, uh,
marks on the pelvis.

They were made by
a hollow, rigid weapon...

9.4 millimeters
in diameter.

Was the same weapon used
on the victim's skull?

That seems unlikely...

because the cranial injury
was made by a blunt instrument,

uh, that left a 12-centimeter
fracture... right there.

Any guesses
to what it could be?

Not at all. No.

But I did scrape what looks
like metal shavings...

from both the cranial fracture
and the, uh, stab wounds
in the pelvis.

Maybe Hodgins
can find a match.

Very good, Mr. Fisher.All right. I've always
been a multitasker.

Multitasker?

What would be splitting
your focus?

The head
and the pelvis--

completely separate parts
of the body.

- Right.
- [ Clicks Tongue ]

Did Hodgins come back with you?
'Cause I haven't seen him.

Yeah. He should be out there.
I gotta get back to work here.

But he's--
Check the men's room.

Or-- Or don't.
Good luck.

[ Exhales ]

[ Video Game Sound Effects ] [ Kids Chattering, Laughing ]

There is some excellent
hand-eye coordination here.

This is an activity
that can definitely
be considered a sport.

Yeah. There's an intense
competitive edge, skill.

Yep.Stamina.

For something to be a sport,
there has to be some chance
of injury, okay, guys?

Oh, Booth. That man dressed
in traditional stripes
could be the Ref.

Not that kind of ref, okay?
F.B.I.

What can I do
for the F.B.I.?

We'd like to ask you
a few questions
about Steve Rifton.

I've got a few myself.
The guy just disappeared on me.

We had a business deal,
and he left me high and dry.

F.B.I.? He wasn't
kidnapped, was he?

Oh, he's dead,
which is probably why he didn't
keep his business commitment.

He's dead? Mm-hmm.

Oh, man.

[ Girl ]
Yes! Take that,
Steve Rifton.

- I am the reigning empress
of Punky Pong! Whoo!
- [ Boy ] Yeah!

[ Whooping ]Yeah!

She must be the babe
who replaced Steve.

Wow. You didn't
waste any time.

I had business commitments
with Steve.

I had to move quickly, or I
was gonna lose a ton of dough.What's up, Chris?

Deirdre, these people
are with the F.B.I.

[ Sweets ] Plus, gamers
are predominantly male--Excuse me.

so a lot more
are gonna turn out to
see her compete, right?

Sexist little twerp.
It's not about looks.
It's about ability.

Steve is dead, Deirdre.
We are suspects, so you don't
say a thing to these people.

- [ Brennan ] Booth?
- Yeah.

The front of this machine
has been scrubbed.

[ Man ]
I was next.

[ Man #2 ]
Who are these people?[ Crowd Muttering ]

[ Booth ]
What do you got?

[ Man ]
Dude, that light is cool. [ Man #2 ] I want my money back.

- Blood.
- [ Booth ]
Yep. Okay. That's it.

The machine is coming with us.
It's part of a federal
investigation now.

[ Man ]
Come on, man! [ Crowd Groaning ]

[ Booth ]
Did you sign this check,
Mr. Ballinger?

Yeah. Yeah.
It's made out
to Steve Rifton.

$12,000--
that's a lot of money
for an old arcade machine.

Steve not only got
the world record in Punky Pong
on that very machine,

okay, he got a perfect score.

What that machine is there
is a piece of gaming history.

Serious gamers would drop 50
bucks a pop to play on a unique
piece of equipment like that,

a hundred if Steve
was standing beside it.

See, that is a conflict
of interest right there.

So you decide if Rifton
gets the world record
andyou profit from it.

You've been talking
to Billy Gabel, am I right?

No. We got a tape proving
that Steve Rifton won
fair and square.

Am I right?That's how we do it.

Now, if you guys want it
for verification, fine.
I'll-- I'll hand it over.

How about the blood?
Can you explain the blood
on the machine?

[ Sighs ]
Kids play the game. Right?

They get anxious, hyper even.
Sometimes their noses bleed.

Sometimes they put
a little sauce into it
and they bash their heads.

Either way,
I'm cleaning blood
off the floor every day.

We had a business plan,
me and Steve.
Why would I kill him?

I don't know. Maybe he reneges,
you take exception.

Heat of the moment.
It's an accident?

I'm not like that.
Ask anybody.

What I am like
is a guy who's smart enough
to ask for a lawyer.

No problem.

[ People Chattering ]

Hey.Hey.

What's with
the formal wear?Uh--

A little light reading
you got there.

What are you, like,
a first-year psychology
student or something?

Sort of.
Not first year though.

I'm Lance.

Lance.
Very phallic name
you got there.

- [ Chuckles ]
- [ Chuckles ]
My name's Payne.

And if your name's
as accurate as mine,

then we should get
better acquainted.

Oh. Well, that's, uh--

I have a girlfriend.
I'm sorry.

So? I have a boyfriend,
but he's not coming
to this movie.

- Is your girlfriend?
- No.

We're just talkin',
right? Yeah.

Albeit,
somewhat suggestively.

So I'll change
the subject.

Do you, uh--
Do you like my tattoos?

Very much. I've always
enjoyed calligraphy.

[ Giggles ]

What is that,
10 centimeters in length?

Twelve.Great. One of us needs
to relieve Sweets.

I gotta write
a report up on this.

There's a lip here.
I'm thinking a smooth,
rounded edge.

Okay. Sweets said
he had an appointment
he can't miss, so--

Follow me on this.

The mailman is delivering
his package to the lady of the
house, if you catch my drift.

The husband comes home,
finds the nearest
blunt instrument,

which is a cast-iron
frying pan, huh?

And wham!

The postman who rang twice
never rang again.

Yeah? Yeah.
That totally works.Mm-hmm.

If the husband is a peacock
wrangler who fights crickets
after work...

in a creeping red fescue field.

Peacock?Yeah.

What I thought was silk
turns out to be the thread from
the afterfeather of a peacock.

You and your particulates--
always ruining the day for me.

Okay. Look, I'm gonna
go relieve Sweets.

You just-- If anyone asks,
tell 'em I'm-I'm...

defligistgerizing
Tachymosis franklangellacum.

What, is that a real thing,
or are you just trying
to be funny?

'Cause that didn't
sound real... at all.

[ Angela ]
This is Steve Rifton's
winning tape.

How many times
have you watched this?Oh. I'm not watching it.

I'm analyzing it.And?

Uninterrupted control track,
which means no tampering.

The only thing
you see on this tape
is the game playing.

No hands. No audio.
Just the screen.

Mm-hmm.
For three hours.

This perfect game's been
downloaded and watched...

hundreds of thousands of times
by expert gaming eyes.

Not one anal-retentive,

detail-oriented, paranoid geek
is calling foul, so--

Can I see the last part?

The, uh, last stage of the game
is called the kill screen.

Three hours of his life
to get to this point--
flipping the monkey.

Wait. Can you
play that again?

What do you see?

The injuries
that the monkey suffers
are the same as the victim's.

Oh, my God.

Okay, sometimes
I taste salt in my mouth
when there isn't any.

Okay.

What mental illness
do I have?Uh, do you taste salt now?

You tell me.

Hodgins!

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Who's your friend?Uh, this is Tory Payne.

- This is Jack Hodgins.
- Hi.

Um, Sweets.Right. I'm sorry.
I should've called you.

Um, there's a sudden opening
in my schedule.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
This doesn't have anything to do
with Fisher's double digits?

No. No, no, no, no.
Of course not. Nah.

That is not this situation.

Sweets. Yeah?

- Bye.
- Bye.

Oh.

[ Clears Throat ]

Salt.

[ Device Beeps ]Did the blood come
from our victim?

No. Like the guy said,
it seems to have come
from a number of people,

and it's been totally
degraded by a liquid.

Oh, what liquid?Mostly cola.

Here's a Mikrosil cast
of the wound, Dr. Brennan.

Well, I don't see
any protuberances
on the machine...

that correspond
to the shape of the wound.

Also, no sign of crickets,
grass seed or peacock feathers.

The particulates
Dr. Hodgins found.

- Those particulates were
only found in the head wound?
- Yes.

Is there anything on this
machine that could explain
the groin wound?

There's an access panel
at groin level.

- I don't see anything.
- Shall I get an A.L.S.?

I don't see how something
could pop out of there,

- stab our victim
and then withdraw again.
- [ Object Snaps ]

Ooh.Aah!

Are you all right?Uh, yeah, that was dumb.
Yeah.

I just jammed my hand
against the bottom
of the control stick.

The dimensions and the shape
are very similar to the marks
on the victim's pelvis.

The joystick isn't long enough
to pass through the abdominal
wall and the intestines.

Billy Gabel
has a whole supply
of this piping...

at his workshop, uncut.

[ Door Bell Dings ] [ Booth ]
Hey, Pong boy.

- Now what?
- Get your hands off everything.
We got a search warrant.

Hmm?Are you guys
following me?

- Ho, ho. "Some babe," Billy?
- You knew her all along.

I'm not allowed to fix my game?
Billy's the only one with
first-generation Q+*bert parts.

Really? Because it seems to me
that you two had reason
to get rid of Steve.

I didn't have to kill him.

I got a nice rack,
a cute ass and can wipe out
anyone at Punky Pong.

Right, except for Steve,
which is why you two teamed up.

She's just here for parts.

- Booth?
- Yeah.

These are the types of piping
congruent with the wounds...

on Fisher's hand
and the victim's groin.

Uh-huh. Pipe.
Okay. Bag that.

Bag the pipe.

An actual shrink.
That is so-- It's hot.

Yeah, but, you know,
my profession doesn't
really preclude me...

from my fascination
with sci-fi and fantasy.

Oh, really?Um, does this tent zipper
have a lock on it?

Hmm?

No! No, no, no, no, no.
There's no kind
of privacy here.

And, God, you really
have fleet fingers.

- I've got a girlfriend.
- Yeah. So you said.

That shouldn't have happened.
Why did that happen?

I know. It's like
that one scene in Mimic...

where you're in a hot kiss
one minute, and in the next,

you're getting your brain
sucked out by a mutant.

Mmm. Um, I'm sorry.
I gotta make a call. [ Phone Beeping ]

Would it help you get over
this whole girlfriend thing...

if maybe you saw
my tattoos again? [ Line Ringing ]

[ Chuckles ]
I-- Where are you guys?
I need backup.

You told me to get lost,

so now I gotta test
the tensile strength of the--

Just-- Please I need to be
released-- relieved. Please.

Yeah. Sorry, Doctor.
Oh! And, uh, save me
a meat tart.

Bye now.

[ Beeps ]Um, that was
an emergency--

family emergency.

This could be an anomaly
of the scaphoid.

Oh. Magnify that, please.

Looks like resorption.

What could've
caused that?A cyst.

The victim had
De Quervain's tenosynovitis,

a painful condition caused by
extreme stress on the wrist.

- Which means?
- Billy Gabel was correct.

Steve Rifton
must have cheated.

On the date the videotape was
made, he would not be capable
of playing the game.

Okay.

[ Grunts ]
Brennan found five types of
piping of the same dimensions.

[ Grunts ]
Aluminum, brass, steel,

stainless steel
and copper.

I'm testing to see
if any of 'em shatter
under pressure.

But so far, they just bend.

Well, tensile strength
is 760 megapascals.

So far I've tried
torsion, impact,

and gotten nothing more
than bending and denting.

So, the pelvic injuries
couldn't have been caused...

by the piping we found
in Billy's workshop.

Yeah, I know.

I-- I'm-- I'm tattooed
on your arm.

We're looking for
a more brittle substance.

Ange, it's not what you think.

[ Chuckles ]
What I think...

is there's a very large tattoo
of me that's, uh, indelibly
affixed to your skin.

I'm gonna flee
right now.

I didn't do it.

W-Wait a minute.
My dad?

[ Chuckles ]My father
did that to you?

Let's just say I think he
was trying to prove a point.

I am so gonna kick
his Texan bad ass.

You-- You need
to get that removed.Why?

Because we are not together
anymore, and I don't want you
sweating all over my face.

And I-- You-- You need
to get that lasered.

Why are you
avoiding me, Doctor?

- It's just sex.
- I know, I know.

It's just the combination
of meat tarts and boxed wine
has got me a little queasy.

Oop. Sorry.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.

Everything's fine.
This is Fisher.

- Are you a shrink too?
- Nope. Forensic anthropologist.

He works with the dead.

Th-The dead?

Really?What can I say?

I can relate to the boundary
between this existence...

and whatever screaming
cold hell comes next.

Do you wanna see my tattoos?

Wow.

I love that poem.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Beeping ]I analyzed the game's chip.

Since the programming
is from the '80s,
it's pretty basic, but still--

One would certainly need to be
in command of the rapid
cycling beta level,

as well as being
exceptionally dexterous.

Right. Which, according to you,
Steve Rifton was not.

Oh. The computer has played
a perfect game,

so this is the second time
that this machine was played
to the perfect game.

The first time
was Steve Rifton's
perfect game.

Well, if Steve Rifton
played a perfect game,

he had to have done it
before he developed
tenosynovitis.

Yeah.
Well, that makes sense.

Can you pull up the videotape
showing this perfect game?

Could you freeze it,
please?

Yeah. What do you--
What do you see?

These are not
the same machine.

Uh, sweetie,
these look identical.

No. See, here?

This banana has exposed
central and lateral incisors,

as well as a white section
of peeled epicarp.

Right.
The teeth and the peel.

- Who would notice that?
- Me. I'm extraordinarily
observant.

Uh, so, this is the same machine
that was in the photo?

But not the same one
as in the videotape.
See?

No incisors,
and yellow epicarp section.

Steve Rifton cheated.

He didn't play the winning game
on this machine.

- What other machine
do you think he had access to?
- Dougie Seeger's.

The autistic boy.

This here
is Dougie Seeger's machine,

and this is the one
that the Ref bought
from our murder victim.

We have photographic evidence
that our victim...

actually played
a perfect game
on his own machine.

- Maybe the photo there
is doctored?
- Angela says no.

Who wants to know
about peacock poop?

Okay. All right.
Not the greatest opening.

But...

I was looking
at this thing all wrong.

I kept asking myself, how do
peacock feathers, graminoid
seeds and insect legs...

get onto the same
blunt weapon?

That is exactly the question
we need answered.

Sometimes peacock feathers
are in peacock poop because
they preen themselves.

The Indian Blue Peacock,
to be precise.

The murder weapon
was dipped in Indian Blue
Peacock excrement?

Pavo cristatus.

Why would the murderer
dip his weapon
into peacock excrement?

What if he didn't
do it on purpose?
Check this out.

The only two places
with Indian Blue Peacock...

are the United States
Botanic Gardens...

and the Annapolis Valley
Golf Course.

The murder weapon
could have been a golf club.

That would also explain
the crickets and the fescue.

Let's see which one
of our suspects golfs
at Annapolis Valley.

Who deserves
a little love here, huh?
A little love? Just--

Okay. That's all.
I really gotta go.
Um, king of the lab.

Why are you standing
over here?

What? Oh. [ Fisher Laughing ]

[ Tory ]
Knock it off.Oh!

- [ Fisher ]
Whoa. Be careful with it.
- Fisher?

Yeah. Yeah. It bites.

So he pitched his tent
when you didn't?

-By "pitch his tent," you mean--
Yeah, that's what he did.
-No, it's not a play toy!

Fisher said that
in the short amount of time
that I've been with Daisy,

he pitched his tent
with seven women.

Yeah, but come on.

Fisher, he only
ever pitches his tent
once with each woman.

You, you're the kind of guy,
you don't just pitch a tent,
you homestead the land.

Oh. So he's the rock star,
and I'm the farmer?
That's great.

Okay, Sweets. Let's do
the math here, okay?

Fisher's seven women
versus your one Daisy.

Oh, God.Seven one-night stands.

Let's give him the benefit
of the doubt and say that he's
had sex, what-- 21 times. Okay?

Now, rough estimate,
how many times have you
and Daisy pitched a tent?

Daisy and I are together
approximately
five nights a week,

so that's 10 times a week
over seven months.

- You add in the mornings--
- Whoa! Silent math.

You got a number?Yeah.

Don't... tell me.

Is it more than 21?It's way more than 21.

Quality of the experience.

It's much more important
than the quantity.

[ Man ] Everybody get
your tickets out! Single file!We are going in.

No pushing.Yes!

Everybody's gettin' in.

- Should we, uh,
tell Fisher we're goin' in?
- You're in trouble now!

Hold on! Hold on tight!Nah. Screw him.

Okay! Wait!But he's gonna
miss the movie.

[ Hodgins ] Yeah?
Well, serves him right. [ Tory ] Whoa-ho!

Uh, if you were in my shoes,
you would've gone for her,
wouldn't you?

Heck, yeah.
Are you kidding me?
Did you see those tattoos?

Aw! Epic. [ Fisher ]
Come on. There we go.

Why do you want to see
my golf clubs?

You're a member
of Annapolis Valley, right?

Yes, for three years.
My golf clubs are
in here somewhere.

I-I don't get out there
as much as I'd like.

Dougie just
stands there all day,
waiting for his machine.

- I'd like to get it back
as soon as possible.
- You're very cooperative.

- Booth?
- Yeah.

Graphite shafts.
These would snap.

We're looking for
a broken shaft that would
explain the stabbing wound.

Any of 'em damaged?No.

None of these
is the murder weapon.

What-- You think
I killed the postman?

Well, why would I
do that?

Well, uh, perhaps it's
a coincidence that Mr. Seeger's
a member of the golf club.

Perhaps we should
check out the possibilities
at the botanic garden?

Where's your 3-iron?

Never needed one.

What 3-iron? Guy like you,
course like Annapolis.

You would definitely need
a 3-iron to hit that course.

So where is it?

My son only ever
had one thing--

one thing
in his whole life.

Dougie can't even speak.

Do you understand?

[ Man Singing: Ballad ]
♪ This is an invisible song ♪

He looks at me or my wife,
there's no glimmer
of recognition.

♪ From an invisible man ♪

But that machine--

It turns on,
makes that noise-- ♪ Lost in the wilderness ♪

and he gets this look
on his face.

Maybe you wouldn't notice it
in a regular kid,
but I know what it is.

- ♪ I started out with wonder ♪
- It's joy.

- ♪ With air on my teeth ♪
- And this guy,
this-this mailman--

he watches Dougie
play a perfect game.

And then, next thing you know,
he's on TV sayinghe played
the perfect game.

It's a miracle.

It's too much
of a coincidence for me.

You accosted him with
your own golf club, right?

You scared him
into telling the truth.

He admitted it.
He said he videotaped Dougie.

But he refused
to credit Dougie.

I lost it.

You beat him
with your golf club.

And when the head broke off,
you stabbed him with it.

The only thing my boy has
in this world, one thing--

this man stole it from him.

- It wasn't right.
- ♪ And brand-new days ♪

♪ For you to start ♪

[ Crying ]

♪ All over again ♪

♪ All over again ♪

♪ All over again ♪♪

It's not as crazy
as you think.

I'm a father,
so I sort of understand.

I can't imagine you killing
someone for stealing credit
from Parker for anything.

Well, not kill someone,
but-- [ Chuckles ]
threaten 'em.

Even about something
as frivolous as bragging rights
to a video game?

All right. How-- How do we
choose who goes first?

Right. Okay. Go ahead.
You go first.Why?

'Cause once I start,
I ain't gonna stop.

[ Chuckling ][ Chuckles ]

Besides, it's not
how the dad feels.
It's how the son feels.

Well, we're discussing
the murder again?

Someone breaks
your kid's heart, you know,
your own heart rises up,

gets fierce.

Just a natural response.

There's a flaw
in your reasoning.

I believe that due to
my superior learning curve,

I can beat you at this game,
despite your superlative
strength...

and your
remarkable reflexes.

Well, how--
how do I start the game?

What's the flaw
in my reasoning?

Well, Dougie Seeger's
autistic.

He didn't care.
His heart wasn't broken.

So the dad loved him
twice as much.

All right. You don't like
the reasoning, my math.

I've realized recently that you
use a different number system,

like the Babylonians,
which was base-60.

I don't understand your system,
but I can see that it works.

-How do I start the game?
-[ Man ] ♪ Look me in the eyes ♪

- Bones.
- Yes?

- [ Whistles ]
Here you go.
- Oh!

Ah.A quarter.

♪ Look me in the eyes, tell me
you don't feel a thing ♪Knock 'em dead.

I will.
I will knock you dead.Mmm.

♪♪ [ Continues ]Aha!

- I will prove you wrong.
- Big words.

Level one, baby.
[ Pops Lips ]

- What happened?
- My turn.

No, it's not your turn. What
do you mean? It just stopped.Step aside. Sit right there.

I didn't lose.You put the quarter in.
The game's over.

No, it's not--Maybe it's your energy.

The machine broke.Maybe it's your math.
Go over there. My turn.

It's not my math.My turn.

What's that mean?