All language subtitles for Bones S02E18 The Killer In The Concrete

- So, you ever been here before?
- No.

Oh, I don't mean here here. I mean Baltimore.

I've given several lectures
to the Baltimore Homicide Division.

- Agh! God!
- What's wrong with your mouth?

- I got a tooth situation.
- Go to a dentist.

- I will if it doesn't get any better. Man!
- Are you afraid of the dentist?

Welcome. This is a federal flood abatement
project, which is why we called you.

K-9 unit was using it for an exercise
and one of the cadaver dogs went berserk.

- When we dug up the cement...
- No, that's concrete.

Cement is an ingredient in concrete.

That's a real important distinction to make
at this juncture. So, what do we got, Bones?

- Nothing.
- Nothing. Nothing?

I can't see enough of the skull,
the tibia, the pubis.

- Nothing.
- Wait a second. Nothing? Sorry.

We drove all the way here
so you could just tell me "nothing"?

So what do you want me to do?
Get the whole slab of cement...

- Concrete.
...shipped back to the Jeffersonian?

Yes. Yes.

- Sex?
- The mandible suggests male.

And the tibia suggests he was
between 5'6" and six feet tall.

Waffle-soled shoes and a tracksuit.

- And who wears tracksuits?
- Athletes?

- No. Huge tubs of lard or retired people.
- And rap stars.

- The teeth suggest early middle age.
- So not a retiree.

Calcified holes with radial fractures
in the left clavicle and scapula

are consistent with ballistic damage.

- He was shot to death?
- And stabbed.

But neither killed him. The wounds healed.

Shot, stabbed, but lived
to die another day? Rap star.

There's a small hole
in the back of the cranium.

Dig the skull out first,
establish cause of death.

That'll give Angela something
to work with to ID the guy.

Where is Angela?

I'm really not good at this kind of thing.

I don't...

I don't get the significance.

One year ago today... you buried your mother.

You laid her to rest... here.

You're marking the anniversary.

Angela, I simply don't believe my mother
retained sentience beyond death.

Part of you is made up of your mother, right?

- In a manner of speaking.
- So honour that part of yourself.

Visualise a memory of her.

See what it brings up.

I have very few
distinct memories of my mother.

I'll wait in the car.

Hiya, honey.

I was hoping you might show up.

I don't... I don't want to talk to you.

You're standing here
in front of your mother's grave.

Obviously you've come
for some kind of answer.

Maybe I can provide 'em.

You're a killer. You burn people.

I'd like to report a sighting of Max Keenan
at Eternal Spring Memorial Gardens.

He's a wanted fugitive.

I love you.

Yes, I'm sure.

Because he's my father.

Did you talk to your dad
before you called the cops?

- No. Why would I?
- I haven't seen my dad in a long time.

And if I had the opportunity to talk... Ow. God.

- Go to a dentist.
- I will if it doesn't get any better.

Based on decomp of the tracksuit, Hodgins
estimates a postmortem interval of two years.

Based on bone deterioration,
I like three years.

What killed him?

The victim was dead shortly after
this hole was punched into his skull.

Too small for a projectile.

- No radiating stress lines.
- A slow entry. A piercing wound.

Like a screwdriver? Nail gun? Ice pick?

Something along those lines.

- Would that kill him?
- Depending how far it penetrated.

I need all murders in which a penetrating
wound to the back of the head figured.

Great. Thanks.

Don't freak out.

You broke into my house?
That is not acceptable.

This, uh, little device here,
it jams cellphone frequencies.

- That is illegal.
- Unfortunately, illegal is what I do best.

I'm not staying.

I just want you to do something for me.
I want you to take a look at my rap sheet.

- Why?
- Because I want a chance to talk to you -

actually talk -
without you calling in the 82nd Airborne.

- How is that going to change my mind?
- Just do it.

I think our victim was killed by Ice Pick.

Angela did a facial reconstruction
of Cement Head.

- Concrete Head.
- No, Cement Head. It's got a nicer ring.

So I ran it through Interplus
and got a match.

"William Raymond 'Billy Ray' McKenna."

"West Virginia."

"Assault, manslaughter,
kidnapping... torture."

This here... this here is Hugh Kennedy.

- I think he killed Cement Head.
- Why?

West Virginia, uses an ice pick on his victims.

Plus Ice Pick and Cement Head were both
employed by a crime boss in West Virginia

named Gallagher.

What are we gonna call him?

Gallagher. What? He runs most of
the prostitutes, strippers, gambling,

bootlegging, meth, extortion, in West Virginia.

Five years ago, the West Virginia police began
pressuring Gallagher, making a lot of arrests.

Including Ice Pick and Cement Head. Cement
Head goes to jail. Ice Pick, out on bail, babe.

- You say that like it means something.
- I talked to the officer in charge.

He said Ice Pick wouldn't talk, so they
punished him by letting him out on bail.

How is bail punishment?

Cos it makes Gallagher think that
Ice Pick cooperated with the cops.

It's criminal psychology, Bones. You wouldn't
get it. Just continue reading, will you?

Half-a-million-dollar bond.

Kennedy jumped bail.

Killed in a car accident
while fleeing a bail fugitive recovery agent.

- Bounty hunter.
- Car burned the remains.

All they got was a severed leg.
They didn't actually get Ice Pick's body.

So we talk to the bounty hunter?

I do. You make sure that that severed leg
actually belonged to Ice Pick.

- Someone kept the leg?
- The severed leg was frozen as evidence.

So you think Ice Pick might still be alive.

As a friend of mine likes to say, don�t jump
to conclusions until all the evidence is in.

If the facts are in, it's not jumping
to conclusions, so I never said that.

I never said that the friend is you.

- Does it have to be completely thawed?
- No. My interest lies only in the femur.

I need to get some tissue for DNA testing.

I'm the bounty hunter you want to talk to.
Valeska Miller.

You want to know about Kennedy's leg?

Anything you want to tell me
outside the official report is great.

Sure. How it smelled,
his body cooking over the fire.

- Otherwise, I stand by the record.
- How'd you find him?

Tip from someone I know
who provides documents to fugitives.

Tailed him. He made me. Took off.

Boom!

- Found his leg about 30 yards from the car.
- And you saw him burn?

Yeah. Why?

That's it?

That's it.

I'm a little disappointed.

I was hoping you'd keep me here a while, ask
me some dumb-ass questions, check me out.

How's about I buy you a nice breakfast, huh?

Guy like you must be going crazy in the FBI.

What kinda guy is that, exactly?

I'm a bounty hunter, sport.
I read people fast or I die.

You are not standard government issue.

Take a walk on the wild side. I have more fun,
fewer rules, and a lot of money.

Yeah? You make a compelling case.

Booth.

Coroner said Kennedy's leg
was severed in the accident.

We don't call him Kennedy.
We call him Ice Pick.

Hold on for one second. Sorry.

Yeah. I got the bounty hunter here.
She was an eyewitness to the crash.

Saw him incinerated.

Tell Booth that Ice Pick's femur
is sliced cleanly at 90 degrees.

I can hear you, Bones. OK?
It's a speakerphone.

Amputation like that could happen
in a bad wreck. Right, Cam?

- Yes.
- There are kerf marks.

- She's seeing evidence of a saw.
- Look, I know what kerf marks are.

- Booth should arrest the bounty hunter.
- I can hear you, Bones.

- What can I arrest her for?
- For lying, perjury, aiding in a cover-up.

If she's there with you, just detain her.

OK. Well...

I'll let you know how that works out.

Hey, look at that, huh? DNA is a match.

State troopers got a DNA sample
at Ice Pick's arrest. This is definitely his leg.

Was she pretty?

Ice Pick is a male.

- The bounty hunter who gave Booth the slip.
- She didn't get away cos she was pretty.

- She was a she?
- No, she was... Oh, God...

- What's wrong with your mouth?
- I think the left anterior molar is infected.

- The leg was surgically amputated.
- Go to a dentist.

He's afraid of the dentist. These kerf marks
are consistent with the type of wire saw

used to remove horns from heifers.

Ah. So Ice Pick and this bounty hunter
set up a car accident with a dummy victim

- so everyone stops looking for him.
- Two years later, he kills Con... Cement Head.

She hoodwinked you cos she was hot.

She wasn't hot.
In fact, she looked like a man.

The amputation was probably
performed by a livestock veterinarian.

- I got that other thing you want to discuss.
- Oh.

Let's... go to my office
so we don't disturb Cam.

Booth. Livestock amputation? That is one
tough, determined old criminal. Be careful.

- I went through your father's...
- Shh!

... criminal record. He never killed
anyone who didn't have it coming to 'em.

- He's a sociopath.
- Maybe. But he aimed in the right direction.

- Let me take a look at your tooth.
- All right, just... go easy. You promise?

- OK.
- All right?

Open up.

- In the Old West...
- What?

In the Old West, he would've been a hero.

Yeah, well, the Old West
was a time of chaos and violence that,

anthropologically speaking,
our country's still trying to recover from.

Yeah, I was right.
Anterior molar on the left side is infected.

Your father never killed any hard-working
taxpaying citizens or honest cops.

- You still think society should forgive him?
- If I have an opportunity to arrest him, I will.

But you know who maybe
should forgive him?

His daughter.

Oh, look at that.

Our small-town crime boss is here.
Let's go have a little chat with him, shall we?

Billy Ray McKenna shortly before
he became Cement Head.

I like nicknames.
They're universal mnemonic devices.

Why are we doing this? We know cause of
death was brain scrambling from an ice pick.

The technical term is pithing.

And it's not how he died.

It entered the medullary pyramids. And
bevelling on the entry site suggests it was...

There's no English word
that adequately describes...

Wiggling. Up and down is wiggling.

OK, wiggled. Thus paralysing the victim
and causing some difficulty breathing.

But he would live
for upwards of several hours.

Smart. Very little blood spilled.
How did the victim die?

Ugh.

This is the bad part.

The concrete was poured over him
while he was still alive.

Oh, God.

These chunks of concrete...
are in the shape of

a sinus cavity, bronchial tubes,

plus kind of a hollow
around the middle finger.

- You said he was paralysed.
- If the ice pick was inserted then waggled...

it would affect the median nerve
and the T1 nerve roots.

Which control the flexor carpi radialis.

Anterior palm, thumb,
index and middle fingers.

But if it was...

...wiggled...

...the victim would lose the ability
to move the ring and pinky fingers.

We think he wiggled instead of waggled.

- Because he could move his middle finger.
- It's a terrible way to die.

Our conclusion is that he was trying to swim
to the surface using only his middle finger.

The last time I saw Billy Ray,

he was so-long-ing me from his F-150,
heading off on a well-earned vacation.

Well earned by torturing a journalist
who talked too much?

Well, I resent your inference.

Get him my tax papers, employment records.
Did I get that right?

Not quite. You resent his implication.
He is implying that you are a criminal.

You're taking the inference
from his implication.

According to this,
Mr Lightner is your flight instructor.

That is correct.
I have wide-ranging enterprises.

Clark is helpful in
getting me where I gotta get.

And William Raymond McKenna
is down as a media liaison.

Yep. By breaking journalists' fingers.

You know, you never asked me about
Billy Ray McKenna there, big dog.

Well, I assume, big dog,
that Billy Ray is deceased.

Why?

He was a valued employee. Disappears
for three years. I gotta assume the worst.

His body was found encased in concrete.

- We'll claim his remains and bury 'em proper.
- Where did you send him on vacation?

- Canada.
- Canada?

Was it the Mounties that found
Billy Ray encased in cement?

- Concrete.
- Hm?

Not cement. It's a common error.

- Baltimore police.
- Is Baltimore on the way to Canada?

The most efficient route is up through Detroit.
But Billy Ray, how he loved Vermont so.

Do you have any idea
who might want to kill Mr McKenna?

Oh, hell, yeah. He, uh...

- Well, how would you put it?
- Aggressive. Both socially and sexually.

How about Hugh Kennedy?

- Hugh Kennedy?
- Yeah. Handy with the ice pick.

According to this, you hired him as a
liquor-licence consultant on a per-case basis.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. I remember.
Taciturn type. Very dour.

Right. In jail for murder once,
manslaughter twice,

and a suspect in four unsolved murders
all involving ice picks.

Good ol' Hugh did not put
none of that on his r�sum�.

If I recall, Mr Kennedy was killed in a car
accident fleeing a bail enforcement officer.

He got burned up.

Well, you gotta look us up
if you're ever in western West Virginia.

- We're at Snackie's Roadhouse and Grill.
- Where the 119 hits the 64.

I'll make a note of that.

- 119 hits the... 64.
- 64.

Hey, T, look. Snickerdoodles.
What are you? Come on.

You used to love 'em.
When you were a little girl?

I got a message for you from your brother.

- What message?
- Uh, he says, um... He says hi.

Have you turned Russ into a criminal, too?

Hey, I haven't committed a crime
in over 15 years. I'm straight.

Except for killing, gutting, and burning
the deputy director of the FBI.

He was trying to kill Russ. He was going after
you. It is not a crime to protect your family.

Some fathers do it without killing.

Did, uh... you and Booth
take a look at my rap sheet?

- Yes.
- And?

He'll arrest you if he has the chance.

What else?

So, the snickerdoodles. You don't remember?
You loved them as a little girl.

I don't remember.

I'd come home and you'd be jumping around.
You were five or six.

And you'd say,
"Come on, put on the trying song!"

The trying song?

It was my favourite song. I used to sing it.
It was, uh, by Poco. The band.

# I've been thinking about
all the things you told me

# I know you're full of doubt

# Cannot let it be

# But I know if you keep on
coming back for more

# Then I'll keep tryin'

# I'll keep on tryin'

It's a good song.

Hugh Kennedy, bad guy. But he's dead.

About five years ago
in a car crash in West Virginia.

Evidence suggests otherwise.
How do you know him?

Well, him and his ice pick were
pretty famous in some circles. I gotta go.

- Now?
- Yeah. You speed-dialled Booth.

Now he's been listening to everything
and the SWAT team's on its way.

I mean, I'm just guessing.

But there is something
I do want to say to you.

Mom?

It's not about Mom. It's about you,
and stuff that she wanted you to know.

She never got the chance to tell you.

Hey, Booth. There's a couple of things
you should know about Kennedy.

He's got an addiction to model airplanes.

Try some of these again. You'll love 'em.

Wait. Dad.

What's... what's the second thing?

Mm, he's wily.

You be careful, OK?

Did you get that?

I gotta tell you, you're right, Zack. Every
model-airplane freak from Baltimore is here.

- We prefer the term "pilots".
- OK. So you're into this stuff too, huh?

Forensic anthropology is one of
my doctorates. The other is in engineering.

- I'm adept at practical aeronautics.
- Do you see Ice Pick?

A lot of these guys are kinda old.

They're wearing those sunglasses
that wrap around their heads.

How many of them only have one leg?

Half of them are sitting down.
How am I gonna get them to stand up?

- Crashes bring everyone to their feet.
- Shoot down a plane.

The next thing you know,
I'm being evaluated by my shrink again. No.

- Drive onto the field.
- What?

Put your car where they like to land.
They'll stand up and yell at you.

This better work. Just stay with me here.

Whoops.

Look at that, huh?
It seems to be working. Ooh, they're mad.

- Get off the airfield, man!
- Hey!

- Do you see him?
- They're all wearing long pants.

How could I tell if any of them
are wearing a prosthetic?

A prosthetic will cause a slightly unnatural
alignment of the spine, which will result in...

Booth, the instinct will be
for these men to step toward you.

One man will be standing perfectly still.

Get off your phone!

OK.

Yep, I got him.

Sorry. Apologise. Just passing through.

Afternoon.

- Anybody asking after me?
- Nope.

- What the hell?
- I'm gonna need his room number.

Maybe I can help you.

What did you hit me with? Huh?

The only reason I ask is my tooth,
it doesn't hurt any more.

You're the first guy
to get the drop on me in ten years.

I used to get that a lot.

- Can I ask you a question?
- As long as you answer one for me then.

So what... what happened to you
three years ago, huh? What's your story?

Billy Ray got in the back of my cab.

Don't know which one of us
was bigger surprised,

but it must've been Billy Ray
cos he's the one who ended up dead.

Hey, what's your question?

- How'd you find him under all that cement?
- A dog.

- Dog, huh?
- Yeah.

So why am I not dead?

I never killed nobody for fun. It was my job.

And I'm retired.

Now listen. I know you fellas
get in trouble if you lose your gun.

- I'm taking the bullets, though.
- Whoa!

- What about me?
- Settle down. Settle down. Relax.

Somebody'll find you.

You have a good day, now.

Argh!

I just want to talk about your mother.

Booth is missing.

It's been over 18 hours.

- He tried to take down Hugh Kennedy alone?
- He's only got one leg and he's old.

Yeah. You know how he got old? By being
fast and paranoid. He cut off his own leg!

Booth is tough.

What does the FBI say?

Nothing.

- "Need to know", right?
- Mm-hm.

I want to do something,
but I don't... I don't know what.

Are you asking?

You'd help find the man
who's going to put you in jail?

Well, Booth will do the best he can.
I'll do the best I can.

And we'll see how it works out
when we get there.

Where did he find Kennedy?

Baltimore.

Oh! God!

I'm afraid that's not Hugh Kennedy.

What's it called when they
wrap a sausage in a pancake?

- Pigs in a blanket.
- Pigs in a blanket.

- Now, how'd you get here?
- How'd you get here?

Well, Billy Ray was killed by an ice pick
in Baltimore. We asked around.

Did Hugh Kennedy bundle you up in a carpet?

I can't discuss investigations with civilians.
Just cut me out of here.

What are you doing with my gun?
Put that down!

- Time to step out of your comfort zone.
- What comfort zone?

- We stopped working. I'd like to start again.
- There's no more evidence for us to process.

- He's right. We process, Booth interprets.
- I'd like to give it a try.

- We suck at interpretation.
- We absolutely blow.

What do you want us to do?

Work what we know. Kennedy probably
killed McKenna. Booth ran afoul of Kennedy.

I'm with you.

I'm with you, not ahead of you.

Is there any evidence on our victim
that might lead to Kennedy and Booth?

I finished the inventory
on McKenna's tracksuit.

There were flakes of tobacco, fibres
from the upholstery of a Crown Victoria,

popcorn, chocolate,
a host of other wool and cotton threads.

- What does that tell us?
- That the man was a pig?

Look, there were also cellulose fibres
consistent with newsprint.

Gum from a number of mouths.

He had dried human mucus, filaments of
nylon consistent with women's hosiery...

Oh!

Kennedy was a transvestite!

Keep going.

The rest was just waxy build-up
from soap or upholstery cleaner.

Let's assume all this adds up to a place.

Crime scene. Close your eyes
and imagine the smell of all those things.

Tobacco.

Snot.

Gum.

Popcorn.

- A lot of clothing. Chocolate...
- Porno movie theatre.

You can't smoke at the movies.
I don't know about porno.

Upholstery cleaner. Crown Victoria...

I got it.

A taxicab. McKenna was killed in a taxicab.

Yes.

- Where are you going?
- To tell the FBI to find a one-legged cabbie.

- It's not like we know each other off the field.
- But you know a man with a prosthetic leg?

Uh...

- I've seen him around.
- We need his name.

He'd use a fake name.
Tell us where he lives.

Maybe he's listed under his fake name.

He's too careful for that.

- He drives a cab.
- How do you know that?

- My associates are very good, Dad.
- Do you have any official ID or anything?

- I could have the FBI here in 20 minutes.
- Screw the FBI.

- Take it easy, pal.
- Where does he live?

- I don't know!
- Dad!

All right! Halton Inn on Decatur!

- No!
- Dad, he told us!

- Are you lying to me? If you are, I'll know it.
- Halton Inn on Decatur! Just past the tracks!

Wha?!

- What's that all about?
- Thank you.

- You're welcome. Your dad's a psycho.
- You have no idea.

Bye.

Do you have a one-legged old man
staying here?

Give me 40 bucks.

- Room number, please.
- Dad! Dad. I... I have the money.

Dad, look out!

- Who is she?
- I don't think she's gonna tell us.

Come on, help me. Pull! Pull!

She reminds me of your mother.
Hey. Hey.

Listen to me. I like you.

But if you make another move on me,
I will hurt you, you understand?

If her name's Valeska, she's the same
bounty hunter who brought in Kennedy's leg.

How'd you find him?

It's not that hard to find
a one-legged old white hit man in Baltimore.

- Why is she after him?
- She has to make sure Kennedy stays gone.

I helped a wanted fugitive evade arrest.
I'm not going to jail.

- What have you got?
- It's a left anterior molar. It's Booth's tooth.

- Where's Booth?
- Temperance, honey.

Kennedy has Booth, Dad. He's got Booth.

- Perhaps he didn't see Kennedy.
- Yeah? How'd you come to that thought?

Kennedy would have left him
with an ice pick in his head.

Just one simple question, big dog.
Did you see Kennedy?

We could get our own ice pick,
make it look like Kennedy killed him.

- You know we can't let you live, right?
- You've been struck and restrained.

Technically, kidnapping a federal agent
is as bad as murdering him these days.

- How would you like to kill him?
- First, I gotta know for sure...

if Kennedy's dead or alive.

- Good luck with that one, big dog.
- "Big dog."

Well, I suppose we could do
that thing that McKenna used to do.

But I'd need a blowtorch
and a sharpened screwdriver.

Just tell us.

Woof.

Ah.

Ah, cute. Must be his kid.

Head like an anvil.

I hurt my hand.

All right.

I'm gonna let you take a look at your sweet
boy, consign his face into your memory.

And then I'm gonna ask you
which one of your eyes you like best.

- Definitely Booth's tooth.
- I knew it.

Brennan.

- You're not alone in this.
- I know I'm not alone.

We all want to find Booth.

I know.

I have no idea what's happening.

- Wait!
- I have to go.

- Where?
- To find Booth.

- I'm coming.
- No.

I can't fight or shoot a gun. But if something
bad happens, I can spit with deadly accuracy.

- Thanks, but no.
- What can't you tell me?

- By definition, I can't tell you.
- All right.

Hodgins is outside in his fastest car.
It's Italian.

- One call and he follows you everywhere.
- Angela.

All right, you're after a crazy old ice-pick
hit man who has Booth. You need help.

Look at my face.
Do you really see me backing down?

I already have help, Ange.

- From whom?
- From someone worse than Kennedy.

- Are you serious?
- Don't say it.

- Your father is helping you?
- I have to go.

My...

Dad!

- Was it Booth's tooth?
- Yes. Stop that!

What are you doing?

We have to know if Kennedy is alive or dead.
What if she and her friends took Booth?

If this bothers you, maybe you should go.

No. Alpha male, man of action. I get it.

Now... tell us.

OK. OK.

Kennedy's alive.

I was chasing him for the bail.

He was smarter than me, and he gave me a
choice. Help him fake his death or die myself.

Where'd you get the body?

We stole some dead old geezer
from a mortuary in Charleston.

Where is my partner?

When I got here, no one was here.

I swear.

What do we do with her?

Oh, God, no!

The room is paid for
through the end of the week.

- Kennedy does not have Booth.
- How do you know?

- He's only got one leg.
- So?

Well, so he's retired. He's like me.
He just... he just wants to disappear.

Then who's got Booth?

Well, there's only one other
significant player in all this.

Gallagher.

What am I gonna do with you
when I get to the lab?

I'll just take a nap here in the car. Been an
awfully exciting day for an old guy like me.

- Booth is being held by Melvin Gallagher.
- That's a leap. How do you know?

- Can we just go with this, please?
- Of course not.

Obviously Brennan found out from her father,
who is a wanted fugitive.

- Ange!
- That I can go with.

We need to figure out where
Gallagher is holding Booth.

Has anybody noticed that every time there's
a panic situation, all eyes turn to Hodgins?

- It's OK.
- What's he supposed to do?

- Shoes.
- Shoes?

The last time Gallagher saw McKenna, he was
leaving for vacation after a tough night.

Gallagher might have a place
he takes people?

I'm gonna go over Cement Head's shoes,
see what they tell us.

Methyl ethyl ketone.

- It's a solvent.
- See if it has any specialised uses.

Also chromic acid.

MEK and chromic acid
are both used to prepare metals.

- Prepare metals for what?
- Coating.

Painting mostly. Electroplating.

I'm seeing micro-thin deposits of aluminium.

- Shavings?
- No. It's more anodised...

- Vapour deposition.
- Gallagher flies everywhere?

An aluminium propeller requires a coating

that could withstand between 10 and 20 tons
of centrifugal force. Preferably anodised.

These are Gallagher's taxes. Look for
the purchase of a machine that could anodise.

- Like a copier or?
- That's so cute. But no.

Look for the words
"lamination", "electroplating".

"Alloy membranes", "catalytic bed reactor".

"Serial thermal processor."

"Vacuum pyrolysis."

"D-330 vacuum plating processor"?

- Yeah. That's it.
- That's it.

Yes. This is Dr Brennan at the Jeffersonian.

I just received a call from Agent Booth

that he's being held at
the Purdue Airfield in Oakville, Virginia.

Send backup. I'm going in.

You just lied your ass off
to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

That is so hot.

# I've been thinkin' about

# All the times you told me

# You're so full of doubt

# You just can't let it be

# But I know

# If you keep on comin' back for more

# Then I'll keep on tryin'

# I'll keep on tryin'

# And I've been drinkin' now

# Just a little too much

# And I don't know how

# I can get in touch with you

# Now there's only one thing for me to do

# That's to keep on tryin'

# To get home to you

# And I feel so satisfied

# When I can see you smile

# I want to confide in all that is true

# So I keep on tryin'

# I'm through with lyin'

# Just like the sun above

# I'll come shinin' through

# Oh, yes, I keep on tryin'

# I'm tired of cryin'

# I've got to find the way
to get on home to you

If you lie really still, you may not die.

- I need your car.
- Max Keenan, you're under arrest.

Not if I get the keys.

They're in the ignition.

It's not like I actually gave him the keys.

# And keep on tryin'

# To get home to you

# And I feel so satisfied

# When I can see you smile

# I want to confide in all that is true

# So I keep on tryin'

# I'm tired of cryin'

# I got to find a way

# To get on home to you

Why didn't you just tell them about Kennedy?

Well, I needed to give you time to find me.

I've been tortured worse.

So, uh, you hear anything from your old man?

He left my car in the garage.

- He'll be back.
- How do you know?

Max Keenan does not strike me as
the kind of guy who leaves things undone.

Next time he shows up, what do I do?

Do I call you? Do I knock him on the head?
What's my obligation?

If I were you, I'd want to know what he has to
tell you about your mother. But that's just me.

There's, uh, this old song.

It's called "Keep On Tryin'."

Yeah. Poco.

You know it?

# I've been drinking now

# Just a little too much

# And I don't know how

# I can get in touch with you

# And there's only one thing for me to do

# It's keep on tryin'

# To get home to you

Yeah, what about it?

It's a good old song, right?

Right.

# Oh, yes, I keep on tryin'

# I'm tired of cryin'

# I got to find a way

# To get on home to you

What's that mean?

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