(looking at the dead deer with a tutu on) Doe. A deer. A female deer...
It's a little funny. (starts taking pictures)
Doc, I already took photos.
Not for my scrap book, 'ya didn't.
The killing? Sure. The dress? Pet owners put sweaters on chihuahuas.
Together in death, as they were in life.
Guy abuses wildlife, then bursts into flames. I call it karma.
No physical signs that their relationship was anything other than platonic.
I mean, we're the ones encroaching on their habitat, you don't see them shooting us.
Consider this justice for Bambi's mother.
In an interview in the San Francisco Chronicle, October 31, 1996, if I recall correctly, one Professor Gilbert Grissom revealed that as a boy he collected dead animals he found in his Marina Del Ray neighborhood and performed necropsies on them.
Hodges, I want you to stop stalking me.
Anytime you need a sniffer to detect it, my nose has the cyanide gene.
What type of gene turned your nose brown? (referring to the squirrel he just necropsied) Go ahead. You can sew him up. (gets up and leaves)
Will do. And I'll notify next of kin, too. (chuckles, then grimaces at the open body cavity of the squirrel)
Is it bad when you start thinking none of this sounds too weird anymore?
Oh, it's a bit too freaky how these cases are connected.
Grissom, you always say that there is no such thing as coincidence...
Oh, come on. You got the guy who bursts into flames, just divorced from the woman who was fighting squirrel wars with the Martins...
... Who had hired the exterminator who's drugs were turning everybody's blood green.
And one of his green blooded customers was Evelyn, our lady of tinfoil, who was the last person that Kyle Plank touched before he died.
There's one more connection. Evelyn had 200 bucks, and I'm thinking that when she was run over, she was on her way to buy more Thyocite. I think that Wayne Connor was with Dave Boer waiting for the money to arrive.
Only Evelyn never showed up, Connor lost his temper and Boer killed him in a fight.
And it all started with Kyle Plank, lonely guy with a gut full of moonshine.
Grissom theory. This is better than a bedtime story.
String theory is "the theory of everything." Quantum mechanics tells us about the very small. The theory of relativity explains the immense. String theory ties it all together. It proposes that atomic particles are made up of infinitesimal vibrating loops of energy or strings. Each string vibrates at its own frequency, like on a violin, producing notes and these notes make up everything in the universe.
These strings have been combining and recombining ever since the Big Bang. So, the connections between our victims or any of us are not that extraordinary.
But every one of them thought they were alone.
Too bad they didn't know about Grissom's theory.
In a parallel universe, maybe they're all having breakfast together.
In this universe, maybe we are.
(to Grissom) And you're buying.