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Think it could be a,
like, a flash mob thing?

I don't know, but, listen,
I'm talking about business,

an investment opportunity for you.

This right here, worth $60,000.

I like the sound of that.

Well, the way I see it, you and
I can have a beautiful future.

Mr. Gorland?
Darren Gorland?

- Yeah.
- Your card was declined.

Oh.

- You've been served.
- What?

Stand back, gentlemen.

Disposal crew came
to empty the bins,

found this.

We started knocking on doors.

Hawkes, not a lot of blood.

I know, which is inconsistent

with the length and depth
of this head wound.

Produced a pretty
significant blood pool.

Tarp was used

to transport the body
after he bled out.

Yeah.

Body dump.

List of names.

Process server I.D.
Walter Danzig.

Process server?

What's with the
referee uniform?

Looks like the game he was
calling ended in sudden death.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

sync and corrections by bellows
www.addic7ed.com

Body temp is 88.3 degrees.

Puts TOD around
seven hours ago.

Subconjunctive hemorrhaging.

Probably caused by intracranial
pressure from the head wound.

Okay, yeah, thank you.

Walter's employer says that
he was one of their best.

Apparently tracking people
down was like a game to him.

He liked to dress up,
posing as delivery guys,

plumbers, you name it.

- He was creative.
- I'm guessing

some of his targets didn't
enjoy his artistic approach.

And he served over 200
summons just last month.

That's one hell
of a suspect pool.

♪ Climb down ♪

♪ From your window ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ We lie as one... ♪

Okay.

Fingers tired from counting
all that patent money?

Right.

Come on, Sid, you're a
millionaire inventor now.

Tell me you've indulged just a little.

Well, last week,
I'd always lusted

after one of these
and I finally did it.

I bought a Dyson.

As in vacuum cleaner?

A great vacuum cleaner.

- Oh, Sid.
- Wha...

You know, Jo,
I-I-I made a list

of all the things I
want to buy,

everything I could think of,

and it only came
to $56,374.63.

If I had it, I'd spend
that much on bracelets.

My Lord.
What are we looking at?

Oh, our victim is 36,

and has the hands
of my grandfather.

Ruptured extensor
tendons in both thumbs,

virtually no cartilage
left in the joints,

and...

onycholysis,

where the fingernails
detach from the nail beds.

Whew.

Well, that could be caused from
fungal infection, psoriasis...

- No sign of either.
- Then what caused it?

Technology.

There's been an uptick in
these types of injuries lately.

Used to be you only
saw this kind of trauma

in older assembly line workers,

people who do repetitive manual tasks

for long hours.
Now it's mostly young folks.

Some people use terms like
"Blackberry thumb"

or "Nintendinitis"

to describe repetitive
stress injuries,

but I've never seen
anything this severe.

Well, he's young, 36.

- But he's a process server, correct?
- Mm-hmm.

But his thumbs suggest that

in his spare time, he was
doing something else.

Assorted contusions
indicate some kind of struggle.

I found a fine,
chalk-like powder

inside the victim's nose,
in his ears, eyes.

Almost like he was hit in the
face with a handful of flour.

Subdural hematoma shows that

C.O.D. was blunt force trauma, but
the head injury was rather strange.

There are four puncture
wounds in a line.

Wow, it suggests the
weapon was a row of points

with a flat edge that runs
the length of the wound.

I scoured a list of common
tools or implements

that could cause that kind
of wound, nothing matched.

So our killer's weapon
is as unique as our victim.

Hmm.

Hey, Mac, so I found
the tread pattern on the tarp.

Unfortunately,

it's not a match to the
soles of our vic's shoes.

Lifted heel.
Full print with no distortion.

Not a very flexible sole.
Probably a hiking or work boot.

Yeah, more than likely,

left by the person
who rolled the body up.

Also found a void here in the
tread, present in every step.

Could be the trademark or logo
of a particular brand of shoe.

Also found a gel-like substance
in the tread pattern.

There's nothing indicating
where this tarp came from

or where the victim was killed.

Missing grommet.

Plastic's thick.

Yeah, I was thinking,
maybe, this was a, uh,

drop sheet from
a construction site.

But there's no traces
of sawdust or stone powder,

anything like that.

Some kind of color staining here,
demarcating some kind of border.

Heat, moisture and pressure
can cause pigment transfer.

And if we amplify the pigment,

we may be able to recover
some image detail.

Try it.

Because something
other than Walter Danzig's body

was wrapped inside this tarp.

Very nice.

All right...
well, we need

you to work some of your
digital magic here, buddy.

Okay, hold on a second.
Almost there.

Okay, put these back to normal
colors so we can get a better idea

of what the image originally was.
Refocus.

Combine all three images.

And... boom.

Looks like a...
silhouette of a person.

Question is...
who is it?

Okay. Thanks.

- What's wrong?
- The list of names

we found on Walter Danzig's body

doesn't match up with any
of the people that

his office said he was
supposed to serve this week.

You find out what was
in the victim's hair?

Glass.

I put it under a polarized light,
found those horizontal striations.

Tempered glass.

Designed to break
into tiny pieces.

I also found a dark tint on one side.

- Like a car window?
- Exactly. So what do you think

we're looking at, a
carjacking gone wrong?

C.O.D. and the method
of the body dump doesn't fit.

The only way to be sure
is to find that car.

You ride?

Not unless they start making
them with training wheels.

- What do you see... here?
- Something I hope

to never see my son wearing.

Look right there

- in that area, what do you see?
- Nothing.

Uh, here.

Hold on.

There.

That's a picture
or impression of a skull.

Wow. That's neat.

I'm Southern, we
still say "neat."

Well, if we were out
on the open road

in the sun and everything,
you know, you'd see it

a lot more clearly.

It's called "ghost on" paint.

It's made by creating a powder

that's a mixture of mica
encased in titanium oxide

and an infrared pigment...

and it gives the paint
this iridescent color.

Now, this powder

is what I pulled off the collar

of Walter Danzig's jacket.

Okay. Someone could have

- grabbed our vic by the collar.
- Right.

And these...

look like they could've
caused the puncture wounds.

On the day that he died,

Walter Danzig was delivering a summons
to the owner of a motorcycle shop.

And that motorcycle shop
specializes in "ghost on" paint.

Well, let's go.

- What can I do for you ladies?
- Darren Gorland?

- Yes, ma'am.
- I'm Detective Danville.

This is Detective Messer.

We don't detail police bikes anymore.

We're not customers.

We're here to talk about

what happened when
you were served last night.

Nothing happened.

Then how did Walter Danzig
wind up with your paint

all over his clothes?

Who's Walter Danzig?

The man who served you.

- Well, what happened to him?
- Well, nothing,

- according to you.
- Right.

So?

Look, you know what?
If you want,

I can recommend another
shop that, you know,

- that uses the same kind of paint.
- Darren, please

don't make this harder
than it has to be.

The guy could've
just come in here

and served me the papers.

But dressing up like a waiter

and doing a whole
sting operation?

Like I'm some deadbeat
ducking the law?

Come on.

I mean, would you invest

- after seeing that?
- And Walter

messed that up for you?

I'm trying to grow my business.

So I was gonna expand.

But to do that, I need investors.

Well, I had one.
Until he ruined it for me.

I'd be furious.
I'd want to ring his neck.

Maybe even bludgeon him to
death with a spiked helmet.

Like... that one right there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

Walter Danzig was murdered.

He's dead, and you
think I killed him?

Darren, you already
told us what Walter cost you.

You already told us
how mad you were.

Your paint was found on his jacket.

And those spikes just
might match his head wound.

Okay. Wait a minute.

Yeah...
after he served me,

I followed him
outside the diner.

I found him toking up
inside his car.

I threw a trash can
at his window.

Wait!

Get out!

Hey, hey...

And I roughed him up a little.

That's it, ladies.

Can you tell us where you were
at 2:00 a.m. last night?

Asleep in bed.

- Someone can vouch for that?
- No.

I wasn't just trying
to get an investor...

I was also trying to get laid.

0 for two.

Unis found the car dumped
by the East River.

I ran the plates, got a
hit to Walter Danzig.

No blood pool by the vehicle
or in the front seat.

- So he wasn't killed in the car.
- No.

This broken glass fits what
we found in Walter's hair.

Uppers and downers.

Check these out.

Huh...

So this guy's spending
all his money on weed

and video games.

And his time on something else.

What is this?

Ah.

- Some kind of computer code.
- Yeah, but for what?

Missing grommet from the tarp.

Traces of blood in the trunk.

So the killer used Walter's
car to transport the body.

But from where?

Ooh.

You guys, spending all your time
looking for hairs and fibers,

missed the one thing

that tells us exactly
where this car was

when Walter died...
his parking stub.

Janus Convention Center.

♪ ♪

This place is a madhouse.

And possibly our crime scene.

Is she your type?

I'll tell you, these guys
got it a lot better

than the A/V kids when
we were in high school.

Yep.

Well, maybe one of them
can teach you

how to beat your wife at Halo.

You think you can
beat me on the boardwalk?

I've done it before.
I'll do it again.

Save it for the
bedroom, you two.

Check it out.

All right. That's our guy.

Look at those colors.

It matches the silhouette.

I'm thinking that poster

was wrapped inside the tarp
before his body.

Walter Danzig is a champion gamer?

Was a champion.

Game over.

♪ ♪

Wow. The awards

for a video game tournament?

I had a perfect Sunday
delivery in Paperboy...

never got a trophy.

Guess video games

have come a long way since then.

The event coordinators
said that Walter

organized this amateur
Gears of War tournament.

The winner gets to play
on the pro circuit.

That means we got
to interview everybody

that's up on that stage.

That girl's peddling the same

energy salts
we found in Walter's car.

Walter Danzig

should really be the one
handing out these awards,

but he seems to be running late.

So let's get started.

While he may not be Top Gear,

our runner up, Threepwood22,

aka Steve Blanton,

a transit worker from
right here in Brooklyn,

still deserves a nice
round of applause.

Let's hear it for him.

Congratulations, Steve.

Second place.

Okay...

He's a four-time Diesel
Punk world champ,

a two-time War Claw champ, and
now first-time Top Gear...

MJDiesel!

Diesel! Diesel! Diesel! Diesel!

Diesel! Diesel! Diesel!

Diesel!

We need to talk to those guys.

Geez, you'd think this guy's
Mark Sanchez or something.

Except this guy wins
championships.

Ouch.

Hurts because it's true.

- What is this stuff anyway?
- Ah, the only stuff you need

to play all night long.

Theanine, guarana, caffeine,
ginkgo, and taurine...

'cause the dweebs think
it does something,

so they want to see it on the label.

Watch who you're calling a dweeb.

Back in the day, I ruled
over Street Fighter 2.

- Oh. Is that right?
- From Playland

all the way to the
Chinatown Fair Arcade.

Oh, my God.

I-I just,
I just saw him last night.

- What time was that?
- U-Uh, 11:30.

I'm sorry.

This is, this is just
a lot to process.

So Walter organized this whole thing?

Not the whole expo,
just the Gears stuff,

like the tournament,
the LAN parties.

Uh, he chooses a group of the
top amateurs to compete.

- And you were invited?
- Yeah. I mean,

I worked really hard.

Walter valued that.

He was a good guy.

He even taught my son how to play.

How old is your son?

Seven.

I know,

Gears is a very violent game, but...

my son's a tough kid

and it's something we can do together.

So how long had
you known Walter?

Almost ten years.

We met back on the Halo circuit,
but then his thumbs blew out.

At this level it's career ending.

That's why he got into reffing,
organizing this tournament.

Anybody angry with Walter?

Have you seen him...

arguing with anyone recently, perhaps?

I mean,

Walter was the ref,
so, you know,

people get disqualified or
a call doesn't go their way,

they get pissed.

Anything in his personal life?

Personal life?

This is it.

We breathe this.

In here, guys like Walt
and I get to be famous.

So, if I wanted to buy

some of this stuff...
Not on the market yet.

Just, uh, demoing
samples for promotion.

Huh...
Do you know...

this guy?

Oh, yeah, it's the ref.

He was murdered last night.

Found a bunch of
this stuff in his car.

That's crazy.

You have any idea why
he'd have your energy salts?

No, well, I mean,
how much did he have?

About 50 packets.

Look, I'll check my inventory.

But unless some kids filled their
candy bags when I wasn't looking,

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Thanks.

Sorry.

So that's your type, huh?

In all these banners,
this guy's holding a gun.

So how come our guy
here doesn't have one?

Hmm.

Yeah.

Thinking somebody
might have used it?

Well, those spikes of this scale...

- that could cause our victim's wounds.
- Yeah.

Look at this.

This rock here is broken.

That would indicate
signs of a struggle.

- See any blood?
- No.

I mean, beside
the Minotaur’s blood.

Hey, I got something here.

Looks like the real thing.

Looks like there's more
under these rocks.

It's going down.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

Now that's real blood.

Boom.

♪ ♪

Found a small
amount of this clear gel.

It's similar to what I found

in the boot print on the tarp.

Gravitational drops

here and here.
Could be relevant, or might have

just been under there
well before it happened.

Well, I think I've got
a partial print here.

Looks like the right angle

for someone
to have grabbed the weapon.

And then, kill shot.

How does a person commit a
murder in such a public place?

Flack confirmed
with organizers that

Walter had full access
to the convention center

after hours to set up
his space for the next day.

I guess no one ever thinks
it's one of their own.

You think the motive
is related to video games?

Well, they were definitely the
most important thing to him.

Based on his hand injuries,

Walter was playing video games
at least 35 hours a week.

That's practically a full-time job.

For some people it is.

The highest paid professional
gamers make over $500,000 a year

in tournament winnings
and endorsements.

You know, when I was a kid,

I used to bring a bag full
of quarters to the arcade

and set up in front of
the Asteroids machine

- for a whole Saturday.
- Really?

I would have never
clocked you as a nerd.

So, I took another
look at the energy packets

that we found in Danzig's car and
compared them to the ones that

- Flack took off the booth babe.
- The what?

Sorry, that's what
they call them, not me.

All right, the
packets that Flack found,

they were factory sealed.
The ones from Danzig's car

appeared to be opened,
and then someone used a lighter

to reseal them.

I analyzed the salts
in the GCMS and found that the

resealed packets had a lot more

than taurine and caffeine in them.

4-Methylephedrone.

Designer drug that just got added
to the Controlled Substances Act.

Street name is MCAT or Drone.

The trace that Sid found

on the victim's face and nose?

Sale for human consumption

has been made illegal.

But another way to
get around that is to...

Sell it as fertilizer
for people's gardens.

Exactly. So this drug makes
the kids concentrate

and focus better.
It makes them feel invincible.

Something that may be of interest
to gamers looking to get an edge.

So, if this stuff is
video game steroids,

why did Walter have it?

I mean, maybe he caught someone

selling the drugs to
a tournament player,

took the packets,
and threatened to pull the plug?

And the seller could have
killed him to keep it quiet.

♪ Robotic, technotronic ♪

♪ Robotic, technotronic ♪

♪ Robotic, technotronic ♪

♪ Robotic, technotronic ♪

♪ Robotic-botic-botic ♪

♪ Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Robotic ♪

♪ R-R-R,
ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-robotic ♪

♪ Technotronic, robotic... ♪

Stop!

I'll head her off!

Out of the way.

Hey!

Out of the way now!

♪ Shake, shake,
shake, shake, shake ♪

♪ Shake, shake, shake,
shake, shake... ♪

Get out of the way.

♪ Shake, shake, shake, shake ♪

♪ Shake, shake, shake, shake,
shake, shake... ♪

Stop, come on, enough!

♪ Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-R-R-R-Robotic... ♪

Where are you going, honey?

♪ Robotic, technotronic. ♪

Hey there, need a tutorial?

She's got a date.
Let's go.

I'm disappointed, Vera.
I really thought we had something.

- Oh, well, we'll always have Paris.
- So, how does it work?

What?

Is there a code word or something?

Is it one blink for caffeine,
two blinks for rocket fuel?

Look, I'm sorry that I ran, okay?

That stuff wasn't even
illegal a month ago.

I was just trying to sell off
what I had to break even.

Your drugs were found
in a murdered man's car.

I told you I had nothing
to do with that.

But you also lied to me,

when you told me you didn't
know how they got there.

- So that makes me a killer?
- All you are right now is a liar

and a drug dealer. You have
the power to change that.

You can tell us the truth right now.

The ref Walter...
he found out that I was

selling to some of the
players in his tournament.

You think I'm stupid
and I don't know what this is.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You don't know what
I'm talking about?

You can't come in here
and sell this crap, okay?

I know what this is,
and I want to know

who you sold it to.

I don't know their names,
I just know,

I just know their Gear handles.

Fine, tell me their Gear handles.

One of the side effects of MCAT

is it turns your fingertips blue.

I guess that he noticed it
in one of the earlier rounds.

After he was completely finished
flipping out on me,

he told me that he
wasn't going to turn me in.

I just had to give him the Drone

and a list of any Gear
player who bought it.

- But you gave him a list?
- Yeah.

And all the Drone I had on me, too.
It's half my supply, over $1,000.

And for no real guarantee that

he wouldn't turn you in
at any moment.

Too trusting's always
been my biggest flaw.

Which still leaves you
with motive and no alibi.

Look, I didn't kill him

because he didn't care
that I was selling

performance enhancers.

He cared that the players
in his tournament

were using the performance enhancers.

You want my number?

Write down
your friend's handles.

Unless she
borrowed a pair of shoes,

I doubt that girl wears
a size 12 work boot,

like the prints from the tarp.

With how high passions run

and a professional
gaming career at stake,

Walter would be under pressure
to keep this tournament clean.

So, if our killer is
a disgruntled gamer,

we might be able to find
prints on the controllers

used in the tournament.

One that matches
the palm print Lindsay found

on the Diesel Punk statue.

All right, so the
handles Vera gave Walt

correspond to the list of names
we found on his body.

Of those gamers,

three were knocked out
in the first round,

one was disqualified, and two
said Walt gave them the option

of resigning to save face.

Sounds like six good motives.

Hey, Mac, I think I may have found

a connection between our crime
scene and our dump site.

You mean other than the victim?

Yeah, well, the substance
Danny found in the footprints

on the tarp was an epoxy paint,

and the substance he
found at the crime scene

was a polyurethane coating.

Both are used to coat metal surfaces
to protect them from graffiti.

So, our killer had a
lot of contact with

surfaces that were frequently
graffitied. Mm-hmm.

Maybe we're looking for a tagger.
Or a graffiti

- protection specialist.
- I'm moving him, but he's not moving.

I just put a
grenade in your pants!

He's not moving!
Come on!

Ooh!

How do I shoot?

You press "X.
" "X"?

Yeah.
I'm hitting "X."

Watch me shoot you
right in the face.

Gentlemen...

Come on, I-I move
left, he goes right.

That's me.
Oh.

Solving murders one
awesome kill at a time.

Ooh!

What up?

No? Okay, uh...

This is what was found

in the hard drive
from the crime scene.

It's Gears of War 3,
and it is awesome.

Stupid.

Well, maybe if you didn't play
sports so much as a teenager

and played some video games,
you'd be winning like me.

Oh, right, yeah, um,

the hard drive that's in this Xbox

was actually the one
that was used in the

final round of the tournament.

But the game, Gears
of War, was rigged.

Ah, that's why you killed me.

The computer coding
found in the vic's car...

it's a step by step guide
on how to hack the game.

Now, I tried using
some of the coding

to modify a regular
Gears of War game, and...

I got this.

See that box?
It's a target box.

Every time my character
fires into that box,

it hits Danny's character.

Now, this is a regular sized box.

And this is a rigged box.

This one player...

his character's target box
was 50% smaller than normal,

which made it really hard
to get an actual hit.

And his opponent's...

well, they're double the size.

So it's twice as easy to hit them.

- Someone was cheating.
- But why would Walter cheat?

I mean, that would ruin
the integrity of his tournament.

Well, he had enough integrity

to kick out the players
who were using drugs.

Maybe Walter caught
someone else cheating.

The codes that we
found in his car

were him trying to
figure out how they did it.

Walter confronts the cheater,

who decides to kill him
to keep it quiet.

So who was the cheater?

The guy who won.

I cross-referenced
the print on the statue

with the print
on the controllers

used by each player
in the tournament.

Mitch Johnson.

Anyway, that's just how
MJDiesel rolls, baby.

You're MJDiesel?

You're looking at the one and only.

And if you want to look at him again,

you're going to have
to look through bars.

Let's go.

The thing about being the king

is you always need
to protect your throne.

You know, killing someone in
a video game isn't a crime.

I can't imagine how much
time you had to put in

to be champion of
three different games.

All that work, and then to find out
someone else might be better than you?

So good that he might beat you?

No one beats MJDiesel.

Not after you hacked the game.

Walter found out
what you were up to,

threaten to ruin your credibility,
take your trophy away.

So you made sure he wasn't
at the trophy ceremony.

You think I killed Walter?

We found your palm prints
on the Diesel Punk statue.

On the hands, right where
the murder weapon was taken.

Because I'm the greatest
Diesel Punk gamer of all time.

Some fan asked me to
pose for a picture with him.

You got a copy of that picture?
To prove it?

Look.
You guys have this all wrong.

Walter knew I was
cheating all along.

He's the one who hacked
the game for me.

All that coding?

There's no way I could've
done that stuff.

That's all Walter. I-I only know
how to work the controller.

I have no idea what's inside that box.

Why would he do that?

He was trying to get his
tournament sponsored.

Make it legit.

Instead of a launchpad
for a professional career,

Walter was trying to get his
tournament on the pro circuit.

So... in order to
attract any sponsors,

he needed a celebrity gamer.

And that was you.

There's always younger
and younger kids coming up.

Born holding iPads and
hopped up on ADD meds.

We were just trying to hold
onto the one thing we had,

where we meant something.

If I knew anything about his
murder, I would tell you.

If Walter was involved
in the cheating...

we might be looking for someone
who got wise to his scheme.

Who stood the most to lose?

All the gamers who Mitch
beat in the tournament.

So we're looking for
a gamer in Mitch's bracket,

who had access
to the rigged Xbox.

Someone who wears
a size 12 work boot,

tracking polyurethane and
epoxy paint everywhere he went.

They put that stuff
on every subway car

that used to have heavy graffiti,

so if we just figure out...
What?

What are you thinking?

Who stood the most to lose?

Second place is the first loser.

When I was a kid, my dad used to take
me to the carnival in the summer.

I loved to do the milk bottle toss.
But I never won.

When I was older, my
dad explained to me

that it was rigged.

That one of the bottles was
weighted so it couldn't fall over.

I was so mad.
Then my dad told me

that life wasn't fair.

But I didn't accept that.

What's your point here,
Detective?

Well, I can imagine
how you must feel.

Something you spent
so much time on,

you cared so much about.

The late nights, for nothing.

You hauled me off in handcuffs
in front of my son.

So, please, just tell me
what it is you're getting at.

We found these boot
prints on the tarp

that Walter's body
was wrapped in.

We also found boots

with the same gouge
in the left tread

in your garage.

We also found

polyurethane coating in
the prints on the tarp.

And epoxy paint at the crime scene.

These are chemicals
that you use every day

as a transit worker.

Steve...

Make this easy on yourself.

And your son.

My whole life...

everyone's always felt sorry for me.

Last to get promoted,
first to get laid off.

Then I started playing Gears, and...

for one time in my life, I
was the best at something,

I was someone other
people wanted to be.

I was cool in my son's eyes.

All of a sudden, winning
that tournament

became the most important
thing in the world.

Then you found out
the game was rigged.

I knew that there was something
weird about that game.

When everyone cleared out,

I went and played on the console

that they used in the final round.

It was obvious.

Hey, Steve, man, where you at?

You called to confront Walter.

Hey, man.

You shouldn't be hanging
around here after it's closed.

I know what you did.

Did you take apart my consoles?

Just the one.
The one you rigged.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I found the hacked game, Walter.

I trusted you, we all trusted you!

Listen...

We can work something out.

Work what out?

It's over.

I didn't want to start a fight.

Steve, no, give me it!

After everything happened,

I... couldn't stop thinking

about my son and about
my ex-wife, trying to

explain to him why he wasn't
going to see his father anymore,

so I panicked.

What'd you do with the weapon?

Tossed it.

I'm sure everyone says this
to you, and it doesn't matter,

but I never meant to kill him.

I... I-I know that
life isn't fair,

I get that, I get...

My wife left me, and
I only see my kid once a week.

But video games are
supposed to be fair.

The best player wins.

If you're searching for fairness,

you're focused on the
wrong things, Steve.

You have a son.

Who's going to grow up
without his father.

How is that fair?

Some unis fished it
out of the dumpster

before the trash went out.

Come on, did you
rig this game again?

Let's go play a game.

Come on.
Asteroids has to translate.

Aah!

Oh, come on, man.
Don't be a sore loser.

I'm owning you right now.

Hey, Mac.

Listen, why don't you
pull up a chair

and challenge the champ, okay?

Now, look.
I just want to warn you,

this is not like
the old-school games.

Grab this.
See these little buttons here?

Press those. It's not like
in the olden days,

with the black and white
screen and the little ball,

or Ms. Pac-Man...

Oh, not so easy there, huh?

Oh, hey!

Wow.

Billy the Kid over here.
Okay.

Come on, Mac.
Try to come after me.

It's okay, little buddy.
It's all right.

Yeah.

Mac, what is it? How come
you're so good at everything?

Give me one of those.

What? All right.

- Let's see what you got.
- Watch out.

Coming after you.

Oh, who's shooting me?

That would be me.

What?

Ha!

I got you.
You're like a sniper, where are you?

Coming to get you.

Watch this, Adam.

That's really
gonna leave a mark.

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