All language subtitles for Bones S08E04 The Tiger in the Tale

It's not working.
It's not working!

Stop!

Great, nice job.
Now you're just

getting us more stuck.

- This is your fault.
- You were yelling at me.

That's why you weren't looking
at the road.

How is that my fault?!
See?! Right there!

You're doing exactly what
Dr. Wiseman said.

You're deflecting.
Nothing is ever your fault!

For the love
of all that is holy,

can we please fight about this
when we're not stuck in a ditch?

Symbolic accident.
That's all I'm saying.

Let's just get
out of here.

Just rock it, and when I say,
give it the gas.

Don't order me around!

All right, rock it!

Yeah! Good!

All right, rock it!

Yeah! Yeah,
yeah, more!

Yeah! Step on it!

Stop! Stop!

Stop the car!

Is this real or are you just
trying to get attention?

No, something shot down
my throat.

Here, give me a hand.

Come on. Why do they eve bother
printing the whole paper?

Why can't they just have
one page that just says

everything is horrible
everywhere?

There's an interesting
op-ed piece

about the deadlock in the House
Appropriations Committee.

That sounds like
a fun morning read.

So what are you
doing there?

"Should I run for president?"

I believe every American
should consider what is

his or her greatest contribution
to the common good.

Right. And yours would be
running for president?

I'm brilliant.

That is not in dispute.
I have

a profound depth of knowledge
of the evolution of government

from early Mesopotamian
city states to the Ching Dynasty

to Moorish caliphates, the laws
of Ur-Nammu and Hammurabi...

Whoo! Go figure. You can't run

for President of the United
States, Bones.

Well, not this election
cycle, obviously.

But look what

I have on
my "pro" list.

"Excellent understanding of the
criminal justice system."

Because of our
work together.

And I have an impressive
conviction rate, too.

Oh, "Empathy with the struggles
of the working class."

I worked several minimum wage
jobs while on the run.

I'm actually thinking
of a tax plan...

You sort of just glossed over
"on the run."

You know,
you were a fugitive.

Where's that?
That's not on the list.

I was cleared.

Well, after evading arrest
for three months.

Give me the pen--
fugitive, con.

Are you saying that you think
I would be a bad candidate?

Because Donald Trump
was thinking of running.

Booth.

Yeah, okay, we are on our way.

We are up.

Body in a ditch.

I hope you'll be more supportive

if our daughter decides
to run for president.

Well, we'll cross that bridge
when she starts walking, okay?

So, the cop here, he tells me
that this couple here, they

were arguing and they ran off
the side of the road.

I would suspend
the licenses of reckless drivers.

Current laws are
much too lenient.

You're making
laws now?

She wants to be president.

Oh. Excellent.

See?
Yeah.

Dr. Hodgins, is there any way
to clear the insects

off of the remains?

I know. I am trying.

Where happened to the anterior
portion of the victim's skull?

The tire was right on the head
when they were trying

to get out of the mud.

The wheels spun,
tore off most of the face

and sprayed it
everywhere.

Our friend over there wound up
catching a face full of face.

Primary cranial structure

indicates a male Caucasian
in his late 20s.

I've never seen a Presidential
candidate I.D. remains before.

I tell you, you should put that
on your "pro" list.

Dr. Hodgins?

Oh, thank you.

Okay, with that.

Hey, check it out!
Bug rapture.

Sorry.

This just makes me
so happy.

Look at 'em go!

Okay, okay.

Compression-force trauma extends
from his coccyx to his cranium,

stopping at the frontal bone.

Getting crushed by the car
may have something

to do with that, Bones.
Just, you know...

So how long has
he been in the ditch?

Well, the moisture from the mud
makes it difficult to tell.

But as soon I get back
to the lab,

my six- and eight-legged
friends here

will give us
an exact time.

The witness
isn't feeling well.

He said he swallowed something
when he was

sprayed
with person.

His stomach acid could be
destroying evidence.

Sprayed with person?
Hold on-- Bones...

Excuse me.

My name is Dr.
Temperance Brennan.

I understand you may have
swallowed some of the remains.

No. It felt like a rock.

Okay, should we get him
back to the Jeffersonian?

Not necessary.

Please open wide and say "ah."

Ah...

Ugh!

Wow. What did you give him?

Ipecac syrup.
It induces regurgitation.

A leader has
to be decisive, Booth.

I certainly wasn't going to wait
for him to pass it-- tooth.

He swallowed
a tooth.

You lost my vote.

Thank you.

♪ Bones 8x04 ♪
The Tiger in the Tale
Original Air Date on October 8, 2012

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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Significant damage to
the capitate, the hamate

and styloid process of
the third metacarpal.

The radiating splintering
is suggestive

of a high velocity strike,
most likely a gunshot wound.

1.6 centimeters in
diameter.

If it was a bullet, it was
probably from a nine-millimeter

fired at very close range.

Shot in the hand.
Torture, maybe?

Look at that crown on the third
molar in the fourth quadrant

of the mandibular arch.

Based on discoloration,

it's unlikely to be more
than five years old.

It's the only clean tooth
in the bunch.

The lingual surface
to the first molar is

fractured down to the dentin.

There are two fillings in
disrepair

and heavy calculus
buildup at the gum line.

Why fix one tooth
but not the others?

When I am president,
I will introduce a bill

which will allow every American
to get good dental care.

It will involve a simple
five-tier system

balancing variable
efficiency measurements

and parametric funding models.

Ah, finally.

Huh.

What is this?

What is that?

Newspaper.

Yeah, he was
wearing boots

that were much too big for him.

Bad teeth, bad boots.

Our victim came
from a lower caste.

We don't have castes in America.

Wow. Would you care to look me
in the face and say that?

Oh, God, did this just morph
into a racial thing?

Blowfly larvae
indicate time of death

to be between five
and eight days ago.

And the date on this newspaper
is from six days ago.

These treads are really jammed
with evidence.

I might be able to tell you
the last place this guy walked.

I see nothing giving us
cause of death yet.

Shallow grave at the side
of the road, gunshot wound...

I'm gonna throw caution
to the wind here

and call it
a suspected homicide.

Hey.

Well?

Well, it's ours.

We officially live together.
Ooh!

I've never lived
with a man before.

Me neither.

You're so funny.

Laughter is gonna be
the main sound in our apartment.

And sex.

Hopefully, not at the same time.

Okay, so the little one is
the mailbox in the lobby.

Mm-hmm.

And the kitty...?

...is the front door,
monkey is the deadbolt.

And... Oh, here is the clicker
for the garage.

I've never had
a clicker before!

I gotta go!

What about your lunch?

Uh, what's mine is yours.

I'll see you at home tonight.

At home tonight.

Oh, I'll get some
wine and sparklers.

Then we can really celebrate.

Oh, it's on.

Ooh!

How am I supposed
to reconstruct

a face with a big hole in it?

Do everything but the hole?

Way ahead of you,
smarty-pants.

Booth asked me
to do some approximates.

These look great.

Stop humoring me.

How are you doing?

I'm having
trouble, too.

I mean, all I
found is buckshot,

spun sugar, animal feces,

fragments of
stained glass

and common
limestone gravel,

which tells me that our victim
was at some kind

of county fair-type place
before he was killed.

Wow. That's quite a lot.

Yeah. Plus the purple
in this glass, right?

It's manganese oxide.

It's rarely used
to color glass today.

Now see these
little imperfections?

These are manmade

by localized heat
treatments.

That's a method that was
perfected in Venice.

The Venetian glass, I get.

Yeah. So I do
a fast search, right?

And I found that
there's an antique show,

which advertised "hundreds of
authentic Venetian glass

from the turn of the century"
which was here last week,

because where else would a day
laborer step on Venetian glass?

This is you "having trouble"?

Oh, my God,

you just looked at me with pity.

No... Ange, come on.

We're a team, right?

"High tides lift all boats"?

Okay.

Yeah, that's gonna come back
to bite me later.

Dr. Sweets?

Hey!

What are you doing
in the bone room?

Uh, towels. Daisy was torn
between thread counts,

so she wanted me to
take a look at these.

And she couldn't send you
a link?

Yeah. That's what
I suggested.

But apparently you can't feel
the Internet.

And there's no medio-cam
to check the thread count, so...

Of course.
Yeah.

It's quite overwhelming
moving in together, huh?

Oh, it's great.
I mean, all I had was

an old chair, a TV,

video games...
my towels were old and ratty.

So, I get it.
Not a pretty picture.

No. But now I get
the woman's touch, you know?

A full set of
silverware, ottoman,

something called a duvet.

I always thought that
men hated all that stuff.

Are you kidding me?
No, we love it.

When we miss living like pigs,
we go camping.

I'll have to remember that.

Yeah.

I wish you and
Ms. Wick much happiness

with your new towels.

How could you not

be happy with these?
Feel this one.

Feel it.

Okay.

Oh!

Okay, this is nice.

Right?
Nice.

Yeah. Hey.

Is it hard for women

moving in with a man?

Is that why you said
I'd hate this?

Oh, no need to get
all shrinky, Dr. Sweets.

Sorry. Never mind.

But, actually,

um...

when I moved in
with Michelle's father,

there were times that I didn't
want to compromise, I think.

Sort of like I missed
my old ratty towels.

Mm.

But I didn't have these.

These are awesome.

They are. Can't wait
till Daisy shows me

under the medio-cam.

I'll bet.

Well, I should get back to work.

Enjoy.

I will. Thank you.

Well, not much here, Bones.

Hodgins says that two days
before the victim died,

this area was home
to cotton candy,

uh, shotgun pellets,
camels and this gravel,

so I'm confident
this is the place.

Shotgun pellets?

Yeah. Gun show two days
before the antique show.

You know, this would
be an excellent venue

for a political rally.
I don't know, Bones.

It'd be kind of embarrassing

if the turnout
wasn't too strong.

Oh, it'd be strong.

Okay.
Don't you worry about it being strong.

Okay. Okay.

Uh, you and you.

That's all I need today, guys.

Hey. Hey, come on,
gu, I'm sorry.

Just come back
in a couple of days

before the car show, okay?

Come on!

Okay, you two.

Okay, start over there.

Work your way back here, okay?

Thanks, Juan.
You got it.

Yeah, no worries.

Hi.
Hi.

Well, something tells me
you two aren't here

looking to pick up
some unskilled labor.

No, no, we are both
extremely skilled.

I'm very skilled.
FBI-skilled, pal.

You're looking to see
if I'm hiring illegals?

Because I'm not.

These are all people

who lost their jobs, you know--
legal citizens.

Tough times.
Some days, I think

I'm going to get mobbed
for minimum wage work, man.

Under my administration,
the private sector

will receive incentives

to increase hiring.

Bones, let's just...
no campaigning

while we're doing
the investigation, okay?

Okay.

We think that one of your

minimum wage workers
might have been killed.

Wow, man.

Who?

I don't know.
You missing anyone?

It's a pretty fluid bunch.

I'm their last
resort, you know.

Do you recognize
any of these men?

Uh...

That one could
be Jared.

Jared...?
Jared...

uh, Andrews.

No, no, um...

Jared Drew.

Jared Drew.
Mm-hmm.

Okay, what can you tell us
about Mr. Drew?

He's been coming around
for a year or so.

Good worker.

Never complained,
always looking for more.

Sometimes intense competition
for limited resources

results in violence.
What?

What she means
is minimum wage workers...

I mean, any of them likely
to go after the competition?

Wait, wait--
Jared was murdered?

Yeah.

Wow. Uh...

I don't know.
I mean, uh, maybe.

Yeah, thing is, I don't really
get to know these guys.

Because they are below you
on the social scale.

No. Wait a second there.

I feel bad sending them away.

I get to know them as people,

that's why I feel bad.

I mean, look at them.

I only have work for two.

What about all
the other guys?

The victim's name is Jared Drew.
He was a day laborer.

- He used to have his own business?
- Yeah, owned a hardware store.

Wow.

He lost everything in the crash.

Suddenly he's competing

for minimum wage,
unskilled jobs.

Bones and I just got back
from the fairgrounds.

You should have seen this.

There were 20 workers
raising their hands

for two jobs

to pick trash-- garbage.

Does Dr. Brennan
have a plan for the economy?

Okay, Sweets,
let's not encourage her.

I don't know.
You know, she's very smart.

Maybe she's exactly
what this country needs.

Oh, yeah, 'cause she
was wanted for murder,

she took peyote
with the Indians,

and her dad
was a hard-core criminal.

I don't think
I should start printing up

"Bones for President"

campaign buttons any time soon.

It's Daisy.

She's smiling
and looking happy.

What's the big deal?

We're moving in together.

She's, uh... she's putting
together a little celebration.

Sweets, the case.

Mm-hmm.
Victim.

All right,
has no criminal record,

but check this out, huh?

Right there.

Restraining order filed

two days before the murder
by Marcy Drew?

His ex-wife.

How is your reconstruction
coming, Ms. Wick?

I hope you'll be pleased,
Madam President.

"Dr. Brennan" is fine.

For now.

I found arthritic markers

on his knuckles
and wrists

that predate the
gunshot wound.

It's in the
nascent stages and...

...asymmetrical.

A day laborer should present
symmetrical wear to his joints.

There are over 100 types
of arthritis, Ms. Wick.

I'll examine the cell structure
to see what

we're dealing with.

How will you deal with the CIA?

That would be
a problem for me.

I can't keep a secret.

You must realize that espionage
is a crucial tool

for diplomacy
as well as national defense.

But you wouldn't tap
my phone or anything.

A campaign must be designed
to persuade the electorate

that the candidate
is on their side.

Which means it is sometimes
necessary to lie.

So my answer is...

no, I would not tap your phone.

Oh.

You did an excellent job

of reconstructing the skull,
Ms. Wick.

I know.

And it seems as if we have
cause of death-- because of me.

Chiseling shows the bullet path

was through the frontal sinus

and exited through the right
superlateral occipital.

The entry wound
and surrounding damage

measure 1.828 centimeters.

That would suggest
a .45-caliber bullet.

But Dr. Saroyan said

that the gunshot to the hand

was probably from
a nine-millimeter.

Two guns.

Which means we're likely looking
for two killers.

This is terrible.

I never wanted anything like
this to happen to Jared.

But you did file
a restraining order against him.

He was coming around
all the time.

He wouldn't
leave Marcy alone.

You were listed in the
restraining order,

as well, Mr. Young.
Yeah.

Okay.
Jared was getting aggressive.

That had to stop.
I don't think

that Jared
would have hurt us, Mike.

You want to take
a chance like that?

Huh?

Preemptive action.
You can never go wrong

with a little
preemptive action.

You seem angry.

Jared was coming
around all the time

begging me to
take him back.

Marcy's with me now.

Okay? I'm taking
care of her.

I'm taking care
of the kids.

All right, Jared's life
with her is over.

Certainly is now.

Was he ever violent with you
or the children?

Jared?

Oh, God, no, no.

No, he was just...

He was a loser.

He upset the kids.

That hardware store
was passed down

from Jared's grandfather.

And-and trying to hang onto it,

we lost our condo
and every penny we had.

He couldn't find any work?

He tried to get on with one

of the big home improvement
stores, but...

He would have had to move
away from the kids.

And since you and Mike here
were already together...

Who told you that?

Uh, you did, just now.

Obviously, you feel guilty
about leaving your husband.

Ex-husband.

He was a good man.

He was a good provider
until he lost that store.

I had to think of my kids.

Right. You know, often, though,
people feel the need

to get rid of whatever it is
that makes them feel guilty.

No, that's not it.

Do either of you own a gun?

I would like a lawyer.

Me, too.

Not another word
without a lawyer.

Dr. Saroyan,

have you seen the excrement
that I left on my desk?

Think before you
speak, Hodgins.

Some people might
not understand

what you're
referring to.

Oh. That's a good point.

So, have you seen it?

Yes, I took your excrement.

I wanted to study it.

Ooh.

Now everything sounds terrible,
doesn't it?

Awful.

I wasn't finished cataloguing
what the animal ate.

You'll have plenty of time.

I wanted to get my hands
on the ex....

evidence to see if it contained
epithelial cells.

Apparently, she hit

the mother lode.

The epithelial cells

came from a variety
of exotic animals.

So far, I've found
monkey cells, cougar

and digested
wolf cells.

Yeah, and all
the animals

were at a pet expo.

Jared Drew had
work there,

mucking out the,
uh, holding pens.

Have your bugs given
you time of death yet?

Yeah, six days ago.

Oh, that was during
the pet expo.

This must have been
his last job.

Oh, man.

Turns out these expos

aren't just for puppies
and kittens anymore.

Exotic pets are a $10 billion
a year industry.

You're exaggerating, right?

No, there are more
pet tigers in Texas

than there are
in the wilds of India.

What kind of lunatic wants
a wild animal as a pet?

I think "lunatic"
pretty much

describes who
we're talking about.

I'm sorry.

I don't know him.

He worked at your pet expo.
Doing what?

Cleaning up.
Oh, I don't

hire the day laborers;
the fairground does that.

What kind of people
come to these things?

Oh, awful people,
really.

Families, retired people.

Antique shows,
they draw stolen goods.

Gun shows draw illegal weapons.

Okay, yeah, I can see
where this is going.

We don't do any traffic
in illegal exotics.

My pet expo is not only

in compliance
with every local

and federal law,
but it is also approved

by eight animal rights
organizations.

It is a family event.

No, cougars and bears
are not for families.

They are legal.

The vendors breed them
right here in the U.S.

Nothing illegal about it.

These animals
aren't domesticated.

It is cruel
to treat them as pets.

Well, some would say
that it's horrible

to watch a lion
taking down a zebra,

tearing it apart
and eating it.

These animals
are spared that fate.

Look, I came here to help,
not to be attacked

for doing something
perfectly legal.

All right,
simmer down, Bwana Bob.

I comply with the law.

Now, is there anything else,

or do you just intend
to berate me

because we see the world
differently?

I believe you will be

very impressed when I tell you
that this arthritis

isn't really arthritis.

I'd be more impressed
if you told me

what it is
instead of what it isn't.

Beginning stages
of osteonecrosis.

See here?

On the ulna at the
styloid process.

And here, more damage at
the olecranon process.

What causes that?
Blood poisoning?

Exactly.

And when sepsis
makes its way into bone,

it presents
as septic arthritis.

What caused the blood poisoning?

Point of entry was here.

See the linear
striations

on the victim's right
lunate and trapezium?

Ouch. Those cuts
are pretty deep,

almost like he
was slashed.

Scratching the victim
down to bone,

and inserting the bacteria
directly into

the victim's bloodstream.

What kind of person doesn't
go to the hospital

after an injury like that?

A very poor person?

He could've gone
to the emergency room.

Either he couldn't get
to a hospital,

or he was prevented.

Let's see if Hodgins
can take some samples

and figure out what
slashed him.

I'm just saying

that you're more important
in the lab than I am.

Is this some kind of test?

I give them faces,
which, more and mo

is just not the way
to identify victims,

and then, sometimes,
I show how they died.

That is very important, Angie.

God help me, if you
get into that

"All boats rise
in a flood" thing...

"High tide raises all boats."

Yeah. What?
You said flood--

a flood is
a natural disaster.

What? Most boats would
sink in a flood.

Tide's good,
flood's bad.

Seriously?
Ask New Orleans.

I'm telling you that I'm
feeling inadequate,

and you're talking about boats.

I mean, it's totally...

Hey, Sweets!
Hey! Come here.

Hey.

Save Hodgins' life.
Hey.

Uh... don't you want
to finish your...

...your fight?

Whoa, Sweets thinks we were
having a fight.

Yeah, well, he clearly doesn't
know what a fight is.

I gotta go.
I'm gonna go figure out

how our victim's hand
got slashed. I love you.

Hey. Sit down.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Why?

If I were a psychologist,

I'd say that you overreacted

to the slightest disagreement
between me and Hodgins.

Because I'm at a turning point
in my own relationship.

I was gonna say that maybe
you're nervous

about moving in with Daisy.

No, I've... yeah, well,
I'm a little nervous.

You're getting cold feet.

No!

Why would I?

It's... It's not like
we're getting married.

Moving in together is-is...

you know,
it's a minor commitment.

Minor.

Oh, boy.
What?

Is it possible that maybe
what you're seeing

as a minor commitment,
Daisy is seeing as...

The beginning of
a whole new life together.

Yeah.

Yeah...

It's like you never studied
psychology at all.

Yeah.

You found something?

Yeah. Keratin.

From a claw?

Feline.

He was slashed by a cat?

Yeah, but not the kind
that you're thinking.

Don't be so sure.

DNA results

from the epithelial cells

you found in
the victim's boot tread.

Okay, if you say tiger,
then we are on the same page.

A Siberian tiger.

Wait-- a pure-bred
Siberian tiger?

According to the DNA.

Does the type of tiger
make a difference?

Yeah, see, buying and selling
cross-bred tigers is legal...

but a pure-bred Siberian tiger,
I mean, that's...

that's a felony.

Definitely motive for murder.

Well, it's only murder
if we can find cause of death.

I found cause of death.

I should've seen
this earlier.

I was a coroner
in New York.

Wait--
seen what earlier?

Dr. Brennan said that
the splintering showed

that the bullet entered
through the palm

and exited through the
back of the hand...

Yeah?

Shoot me.

I beg your pardon?

No-- with the marker.
Shoot me.

Um... okay, bang--

It was a defensive wound.

The bullet went through
the victim's hand

and then into his face.

A hollow-point bullet.

It expanded entering the hand.

That's why we thought

a nine-millimeter
entered his hand

and a .45-caliber
entered his face.

One bullet, one gun,
one shooter.

Our victim is attacked by

a pure-bred Siberian tiger.

The wounds he sustained
gave him blood poisoning,

but he did not seek
medical help-- why?

That's what
I'm asking you.

Because if he tells
the hospital

that he was attacked
by a Siberian tiger,

he ends up in prison, right?

Okay, the body was found here,

on the north side of the road.

The road dead-ends
in this valley.

There's five farms there.

So, if the body was found
on the north side of the road,

he was heading out.

After delivering the tiger.
Right.

Okay, so maybe
the buyer of the tiger

sees the victim's wound,

realizes he's gonna have to
go to the hospital...

No, no, no, no,
that's too risky, okay?

Buying a tiger
is a felony, Sweets.

Right, right, so, maybe...

the buyer offers to drive
the victim to the hospital,

kills him along this
deserted stretch of road.

You should search
those five farms for a tiger.

I don't have enough
for a warrant, okay?

That's why you're here.

- I don't understand.
- I need you to put together

some kind of psychological
mumbo-jumbo warrant

for these five farmers.

Booth, I'm a professional, okay?

I can't just make things up,
so you can get a warrant.

You're not helping me.
You... you're not.

Wouldn't it make more sense
if I talked to the guy

that runs the pet expo?

I mean,
maybe one of these farmers

is known to be
an animal collector.

That's a good idea.
Thank you.

You know what? He's in the
interrogation room, okay?

You have at him.
Gotta go.

You just... you just totally
conned me into doing that.

Booth!
Yeah.

Can I ask you
a personal question?

Well, that depends
on how personal here.

Okay, um... was it
a big deal for you

to move in with
Dr. Brennan?

What do you mean?

You know, big deal, like...

getting married.

Whoa-- living together is
not getting married, okay?

Getting married's
a big-boy commitment.

Okay, yes, yes.

I totally agree with that.

For me. But, for Bones,
that was a...

that was a huge step, you know?

Living together.

The only reason she
even considered it

was because she was pregnant.

Okay, so...

Dr. Brennan's the most rational
human being on the planet...

and, to her,
moving in together...

Big deal.

Big.
Huge.

Huge.
Huge.

Breathe it out, kid.
You'll get him.

Okay.

None of these names mean
anything to me.

Who-who are they?

We have reason to believe
that one of them

bought a Siberian tiger
on the black market.

Oh, here we go again.

Mr. Neibling, the victim worked
at the fairgrounds

during the time of your
pet exposition, all right?

He was injured by a
Siberian tiger.

Maybe one of these, one of these
farmers made suspicious inquiries.

10,000 people came
through that expo.

We had over 200 exhibitors.

An innocent man is dead;

we're just exploring
every avenue.

If he was transporting a
pure-bred Siberian tiger,

then he was not innocent.

Okay, but he didn't
deserve to die.

I'm not sure I agree with that.

These smugglers, they don't
care about the animals,

and they interfere with
my legitimate business.

Now, what happens if
the press finds out

that you're questioning me?

My reputation goes
right into the toilet.

We won't leak your name
to the press.

All right, well,
let me take the names.

I'll ask around.

If I hear anything suspicious,
I'll get back to you.

Good. Thank you, sir.

I appreciate your help.

I love farms.

Someday, Lance and I will have
a farm of our own.

The pet expo guys

didn't recognize any
of the farmers' names.

Yeah, but what are the chances
that a guy

is gonna buy a Siberian tiger
with his real name, anyway?

Oh! Oh! I could call in
an anonymous tip like:

I hear roaring at night.

I was thinking
more along the lines

of looking at satellite photos
on the Internet,

and seeing if any of the farms
shout "tiger!"

That is brilliant.

Okay, here they are.

Kinda grainy.
Yeah, well, this is just

what the government allows us
to see on the Internet.

You know they keep all the
good stuff for themselves.

Could those be
endangered animals?

Are blobs endangered?

Let me try a fractal
enlargement program.

I'm guessing cows.

Pigs!
Which are not endangered.

Unless you factor in bacon.

Are those cages?

Yeah... they could be.

"Could be" will not
get us a warrant.

Yeah, and these images haven't
been updated in over a year.

What we need is
our own satellite.

Oh! We've got one!

All of Neibling's permits

are up to date--

there's no citations,
no violations,

he even got an "A" rating from
the Better Business Bureau.

Legality notwithstanding,

why would someone willingly keep
these animals as pets?

People who live where
these creatures are indigenous,

take great lengths
to keep these animals

away from their homes.

Look, I'm with you, man.

You want to see a wild
animal, go to the zoo.

Oh...
I do not like zoos.

What do you mean?
It's a zoo.

Keeping animals captive
for human entertainment

is just wrong.

Come on!
Don't ruin the zoo for me.

I used to go with Pops.

I have great memories there.

I can't wait to take
Christine.

No, that will not
be happening.

It's educational, okay?

What, if she doesn't
go to the zoo,

how's she gonna learn
about the animals?

The satellite system
you insisted that we buy

provides us with 16
animal-themed channels.

One, just for penguins.

It's not the same, okay?

The TV won't
give you a balloon.

The balloons
end up in the ocean,

and very often choke seals.

Okay, all right,
you know what?

Find something bad to say about
the kitty train they have.

Burns fossil fuels just to go
round and round in circles.

Cotton candy.

Encourages Type 2 diabetes.

I could do this all day, Booth.

Fine, fine.
Just know that someday,

we are getting
a dog for Christine.

Hm. Possibly.

Studies have shown that children
who grow up with dogs

have stronger immune systems.

And you can play
ball with them.

If you say so.

I do say so.
And you know what?

We're gonna name
him Gretzky.

Well, we'll see about that.

Yeah, it's Gretzky.

Here, Gretzky!
Gretzky boy!

Come on, boy!

Gretzky!

I am using a World War II
Spitfire, so...

I don't have a lot of range.

And I thought you didn't have
a lot of range

'cause you're using a toy.

A hobbyist
does not play with toys,

he works with replicas.

All right, so,
you getting the signal?

Yeah, yeah, and I like
the replica, sweetie.

It's awesome.

Fine. I'm the bad guy.

All right, here we go.

Ooh, we're getting
a good signal.

A goat... more pigs...

lots of cows...

Try to limit the play-by-play

to the exotic animals, Ms. Wick.

Well, I grew up in the city,
so they're all exotic to me.

Can you get any higher?

It's a Spitfire.

Cages!

Can you get
up under those trees?

Uh-huh...

What are those?

A camel! Zebra!

Is that a wolf?

A kangaroo!

You know,
Booth can tell a judge

that we got this video
from a hobbyist.

This is definitely enough
to get us a warrant.

Oh, no, no, no...!

Ooh!

Aw...!

Aw.

Thomas Casey, FBI!

Casey, open up!

We have a warrant!

Booth, the cages are over here
but... I don't see a tiger.

Bones, wait up.
Bones!

There's a wolf,
a kangaroo, a zebra...

All legal, Bones.

The state doesn't even require
them to be registered.

Really?
You have to register

for a dog but not a wolf?

It's horrible, Booth.

None of these animals should
be kept like this.

If only you were
president, Bones.

Hey!
If only.

Hey, hey!

What are you doing?
You can't be here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
slow down there, okay?

FBI.

We have a warrant.

For what?
I haven't done anything wrong.

What about these animals?

They're not meant
to be kept as pets.

Hey, all these animals
are legal.

Well, we're here
about your Siberian tiger.

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

You see a tiger?

Because I don't.

What I see is an empty cage

over there.
You waiting for something?

I hope I can find a chimp.

Chimp?

Oh, my God.

What?

Carrion birds.

What? That's bad.

Go.

Go!

Go! Go!

You shot it!

You killed it!

I had to; it was out of control,

trying to get out

and go
for the other animals.

Whoa, easy.
You shot your own tiger?

How could...
How could he do that?

How could you do that?!

Easy, easy!

Relax.

All right, easy,
easy, easy, easy.

Okay, it's all right.

It's gonna be okay, Bones.
Don't worry about it.

What I want to know is how many
things we can charge him with.

Well, we got him killing
an endangered species.

Does that carry
the death penalty?

$50,000 fine, a year in jail.

When I am president,
killing tigers

will be a death penalty offense.

Well, the president isn't
actually a dictator, Bones.

That's right.

I'll have to convince two other
branches of the government

to execute animal traffickers.

You know what,
you're very persuasive

when you set your mind
to something.

That animal was beautiful.

It was beautiful and rare,
just like you.

You should leverage
the tiger buyer

into ratting out

whoever he bought
the tiger from.

Sorry, did you hear what I said?
It was very sweet.

Maybe we can bring down the
entire criminal organization.

Right, let's do that.

Let's bring them all down.

I shot that tiger
in self-defense.

It was a man-killer.

You're lying.

We are charging you
with murder.

For the tiger?!

No, for Jared Drew.

Who is Jared Drew?

He's the poor bastard
who delivered

the tiger to your farm.

He's dead?

Yes, he's dead.

That guy was
really sick.

He could barely stand up.

He probably died
of whatever disease he had.

We think that you offered
to drive him to the hospital.

Killed him on the way.

And then buried him
at the side of the road.

I didn't drive him anywhere.

He was too sick
to drive himself.

You said it yourself.

He didn't have to drive himself.

There was the other guy.

Other guy?

What other guy?

Two of them brought
me the tiger.

What did
the other one look like?

I don't know.
He waited in the truck.

I never got a good look.

Yeah, well, we're still
charging you with murder.

But I didn't kill anyone.

Yeah, but purchasing that tiger

and transporting it
over a state line,

that's a felony.

Someone dies in the commission
of that felony,

everyone involved
is guilty of homicide, pal.

Right there,
that's why, when I'm president,

you get appointed
to head up the FBI.

There we go.
Thank you.

Who was the man in the truck?

I don't know.

I'll tell you
everything

I do know.

You write down
that I cooperated.

Sure, go ahead.

I'm looking online

for cool animals
for my collection,

five clicks later,
there's somebody wants to sell

a Siberian tiger.

You bought it online?

"Siberian tiger available.

Serious inquiries only."

No names.

Just a e-mail telling
me to meet a guy

named Juan at the fairground,

give him half the money
in an envelope.

I only took an envelope
from the guy.

I didn't even know
what was inside.

Come on, Juan.

You know what an envelope
full of cash feels like.

You took the money and
then delivered a tiger.

A tiger?

The money was for a tiger?

The envelope full of cash,
who did you give it to?

Mr. Neibling.

Eric Neibling?

I don't know
his first name, man.

It's Mr. Neibling, the boss.

I give him the envelope,

he gives me 50 bucks.

He asks me to send him
a good worker,

he gives me another $50.

You sent him Jared Drew.

Poor guy, man.

All he wanted
was to make

enough money and hold his head
high with his wife and kids.

You know what, this makes
complete sense to me now.

You saw the buyer's name
on the list that we gave you.

So what do you do?
You call him up,

you say, "Quick, get
rid of the tiger."

Show me the phone records
you've got to prove that.

I thought so.

Something wrong with you?
You need a glass of water?

I got a stomach bug
or something.

He's sick.

What you have is nascent
osteonecrotic septicemia.

Blood poisoning.

You got it when you shot
Jared Drew in the face.

Right, from the blowback.

I got the sniffles
from shooting someone?

Come on, do you know

how much face time I have
with the public?

He has to have a fragment
of the victim's bone

somewhere in him.
How big?

A sliver, probably in his face.
You know what?

I think I'm gonna leave.

Whoa, you're not going anywhere.

His face looks fine to me.

Sit down. Sit.

Where else does blowback hit?

Put your hands
on the table.

I want a lawyer.

You're gonna need one.

Put your hands on the table.

Right-handed.

Right hand holds the gun.

If I went to the hospital and
they found out about the tiger,

I would've been ruined.

Look at that, huh?

You traded in 50 grand

and a year in jail
for the death penalty.

Lance!

Hey.
Welcome home.

Why didn't you go in?
I thought we'd go in together.

Hi!

Hey.

Is this your place?

Yeah.
Oh, wow,

it looks great.
Yeah.

We'd invite you in but...

Oh, that's okay.

We'll have a housewarming party
when we're settled.

You should carry her
over the threshold.

Girls love that stuff.

Oh, don't bother.

I had a lump on
my head for weeks

and he threw
out his back.

Threshold-carrying
is kind of a marriage thing,

and we're not actually...
We will do it.

Lance is so strong.

Okay, well, we'll
leave you to it.

Yeah, yeah.
All right.

See you guys.

Um...

I'm not doing it.

I'll wrap my arms
around your neck and hang on.

It will be easy.

No, I'm...

I'm not going into
the apartment.

Oh, why?

Because I-I underestimated
the meaning.

Which is ironic
'cause, you know,

I'm trained
to discern nuance.

Stop talking like that.

When were you thinking
we'd get married?

I don't know.

A year maybe.

Sooner if I get pregnant.

You want to get married
before we live together.

That's fine.

My answer is yes.

No, no, no, no. I'm...

I'm not thinking about
getting married at all.

But we're moving in together.

Um, I misconstrued
the significance.

I got it all wrong.

I'm so sorry.

Um...

First month's rent

and last month's rent

is paid.

So you have two months

to figure out what
you want to do.

We're not moving in together?

We're breaking up.

I'm...

I'm really sorry.

I really am.

Caroline offered to drop the
charges to second degree murder

if Neibling gave us
the names of suppliers.

Good.

I hope Caroline puts
all of them in little cages.

Right.

Did you know that
Abraham Lincoln was a bartender?

Grover Cleveland was a hangman.

Andrew Johnson was a tailor.

Well, I'm sure you would be
the smartest president.

I'm not sure.

James Garfield could
simultaneously write Latin

with one hand
and Greek with the other.

That's just a trick.

So now you think
I'd be a good president?

Um, no, I don't.

You know you're an atheist,

you're not diplomatic,

and you think America
is an empire.

America is an empire.

And I really,
really wouldn't give you

your own army
or nuclear weapons.

That would just be a disaster.

Because I'm like a tiger?

Excuse me?

Earlier today,

you said I reminded you
of a wild tiger.

I did. You do.

You called me rare
and beautiful.

Like a tiger, you said.

I thought you didn't hear.

Wild tigers do not have the
qualities of a good president.

You know what, Bones,

I wouldn't vote for you,

but I would definitely encourage
other people to vote for you.

That's irrational.

Yeah, well, so is politics
and love.

I think you're trying to convey

that you no longer would like
to discuss politics.

Unless we're talking
about JFK and Marilyn Monroe.

Booth, what are you
doing? Where are you doing?

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