All language subtitles for Bones S04E04 - The Finger in the Nest [YIFY]

You know what the
most beautiful thing
in the world is?

Mom says a sunset.

Okay, well, one of the most
beautiful man-made things.

Mom says the Mona Lisa.

Okay, look, all due
respect to your mom, buddy,

but a perfectly thrown
spiral is way better

than any of that stuff, okay,
so let me show you to do this.

Put your hand up
here like that,

spread your
fingers wide.

My hand's too small.
It'll grow, all right?

Okay, hand there
to steady the ball.

Lift it up to your ear.

No, your ear, not
your chin, silly.

All right...
What's it saying?

It's saying, "Throw
your old man a deep pass

for a touchdown," hey!

What? What you got?
Whoo!

Hey, there's a bird's nest.

Where?
There.

Cool, huh?

Hey, you want me to lift you
up so you can see inside?

How about I knock it down
with a perfect spiral?
No, no, no...

Come on, don't do that,
you don't want to do that.

That's somebody's home,
okay, buddy?

Something could be alive
in there, okay?

So you want me to boost you up
so you can see?

Sure.
All right,
you ready?

Yeah.
One, two,
three, and up.

What do you
see up there?

Higher, a little higher.
Higher?

Okay.
I see something.

Well, if it's an
egg, don't touch it,

because if the mommy
bird comes back...

It's not an egg.

What is it?

It's somebody's finger.

He pulled the finger
out of a bird's nest.

Did he completely freak out?

Booth said Parker wanted
to put it

in his pocket
and take it home.

When it comes to boys,

that "snips and snails and
puppy dogs' tails" thing
is pretty accurate.

You have a son?
I have four.

Mr. Starret is
my oldest grad student.

Can you get a fingerprint?

Uh, not enough flesh.

There are scrapes
on the bone and

a jagged appearance
here where it was severed.

Well, it was probably chewed off
by a wild animal.

The sticky stuff on the finger
turns out to be sap

from a flowering
Japanese cherry.

I know you from somewhere.

Right.

I sold you a vintage '50s
hot rod back in the mid-'90s.

You were clean-
shaven back then.

Because I was a kid.

But you drove a hot rod,
Hodgins?

No, I did not.

The lemon he sold me
broke down after a week.

Body parts in park,
mystery needs solving.

the American Crow.

A crow will seldom stray

more than 12 miles
from its nest.

There's a spectacular copse
of Japanese flowering cherry

at the Jefferson Memorial.

How do you know?

parks supervisor.

The Jefferson Memorial
is eight miles

from where Parker
found the finger.

Good work, guys.

I'd say "King of the lab,"
but...

that just depresses me.

Don't ask.

A human finger?

Yes, a human finger,
all right?

Look, is my son gonna
be suffering from

some kind of
post-traumatic stress,

you know, like
suppressed feelings,

memories, all
that hooey?
Well,

a child's brain can't
process death as an end.

You know, that's why
we tell children

that their deceased loved
ones are looking down

on us from heaven.
Which they are.

Yeah. It's an excellent
coping technique.

You know, Grandma
isn't worm food,

she's simply moved on
to a better place.

Which she did.

Yeah. Parker looks good to me.

So. You talk to him?

"Hi, Parker.
I'm Dr. Sweets,

"I'm a psychologist
and I'm here to talk to you

about the human finger
that you found."

That's great.
Could you do that?

No. That could introduce issues

that don't currently exist.

Just call me if he displays
any symptoms of distress.

Okay. Any symptoms of distress.

Like, um...

killing cats?

Yeah. Sure.

When I was five years old,

I went next door to visit
our neighbor, Mrs. Walkey,

and she was dead, sitting
at the kitchen table.

And I'm all right.

You spend your life
with skeletons.

It's just a matter of time.

He's just a kid.
He's gonna realize that

he had a dead finger in his
hand, he's gonna freak out.

You afraid you're gonna get
in trouble with Rebecca?

There's a chance that he might
not say anything to her.

So, yes.

Agent Booth?

We found something.

Okay. What have you got?

Oh, it's an opossum.

Eating a body.

Should I shoot it?

No. No, no, no.

Opossums are scared of humans.

Here. Shoo, shoo, shoo!

Shoo, shoo!
Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go. Shoo, shoo.
Come on. Shoo, shoo.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo,
shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo.

Yeah. They're terrified.

A number of body parts
are missing.

We'll have to grid the vicinity.

Okay, we'll re-calibrate
the search, and will call this
ground zero.

Fanny pack.

PDA clip.
Well, if you can
identify this person,

I can subpoena
the PDA's contents.

Partial skull.

Whoa. Look at that.
The possum's dead.

I got it.

The victim was poisoned.
the possum
ate the victim,

got poisoned and died.
That's it.

A stressed-out opossum
can go into

a false sleep,
lasting up to four hours.

The possum was faking it?

Yeah. There it goes.

Uh, you should go get him.

What do I look like,
Ranger Rick?

He could have evidence
in his digestive tract.

Come on, Bones.

Booth, evidence.

Fine, I'll go get your possum.

Opossum.
Possum.

Opossum.

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The sternal rib end indicates

the victim was between
35 and 40 years old.

Length of the long
bones suggests

he was between five-
foot-eight and five-ten.

He?
Bone density
and skull indicators
suggest male.

Time of death...
approximately four days ago.

Lividity indicates
that he died

somewhere else and
was then dumped.

Deep puncture wounds to the
trachea pierced the jugular.

He bled to death.

I'll make an impression
of the wound,

and see if we can't specify
a murder weapon.

First we look for particulates.

Bull penis.

Beg your pardon?

The fanny pack
had dandruff-sized flakes
of bull penis in it.

Why are you

spying on me?

Could it be because

I'm the dupe of an organ
of the shadowy forces

that secretly run this country?

You got the
dupe part right.

Freeze-dried bovine phallus.

You know where to find me if you
wish to discuss anything.

Yeah... The problem isn't
finding you-- it's avoiding you.

Okay.

The skull was badly mangled,

so I was only able
to construct a partial,

but I cross-checked
physiological markers

against the missing persons
database,

and it yielded
three possibilities.

Okay. Robert Sanchez, 24...

Too young.

Michael Minden,
former basketball coach,

thirty-nine.

Too tall.

That leaves Dr. Seth Elliot,
veterinarian, 37.

Any objections to Dr. Elliot?

He falls into the parameters.

Plus, Dog-trainers use
freeze-dried bull
penises as rewards.

He was a veterinarian.

H-How do you know
the bull penis stuff?

He's middle-aged and he's held
every possible job.

Four boys, seven dogs,
14 guinea pigs,

one reticulated
python...

You get the point.

I got it.

Oh, God.

I've always hated
that fanny pack.

That's blood on it,
isn't it? What happened?

Mrs. Elliot, when did you last
speak with your husband?

Ex-husband.

On Thursday,
we made arrangements
for Seth to pick up Brando.

We have
joint custody.

And Brando is...?

Your cat.

That's a dog, Booth.

I... Thank you.

So, uh...

Seth Elliot never
picked up Fido?

Brando.
The dog?

Seth's dead, isn't he?

I'm afraid so.

May I hold your dog
while you cry?

Oh, he's so compact.

Brando adored Seth.

So did I.

Wow, not so many
ex-wives speak so fondly
of their former husbands.

I never wanted to divorce Seth.

Then why did you?

You know, Seth
had a serious
gambling problem.

He would either lose our
car payment, or he would

come home with
diamond earrings.

And when he
lost our house,

filing for divorce was supposed
to be a wake-up call.

And he never woke up.

No.

Listen, do you
have the, uh,
bookie's name?

No.

Ask Karen.

Who's Karen?
Who's Karen?

I've been Dr. Elliot's
assistant,

receptionist, whatever,
for, like, eight months.

Murder?

His remains were found in
the Jefferson Memorial Park.

Oh, my God.

Poor Seth.

I don't know what'll
happen to this place now.

Was it doing well?

We made barely enough
to pay the rent,

cover his salary, mine and...
and the kid who sweeps up.

So, no. Not very well.

Seth didn't tell
me everything,

but I could sense he was
under a lot of pressure.

He tossed and turned all night.

So you slept together?

He's divorced.
I'm single.

There's nothing enervating
about it.

Oh, for future reference,
that word doesn't mean

what you think.

Look, are you aware
that Dr. Elliot

had a gambling problem?

That was Seth's one fault.

We'd like to talk to his bookie,
if you know where he is.

I don't think that's
how Seth gambled.

How did he gamble?

Online poker. Mostly.

Can you think of anything else?

Just after I started here,

Seth caught a guy
stealing drugs.

He wrestled him to the ground,
called the cops.

Everyone said Seth was a hero.

What kind of drugs?
Ketamine.

It's an animal tranquilizer.

An-and the guy
went to prison.

Do you think he killed Seth
for revenge?

You know, thank you
for your help.

We're really sorry
for your loss. Come on, Bones.

Without Seth, I'm paralyzed.

I don't know how I'll find
the energy to go on.

Now that is what
"enervating" means.

Bones.
What?

Okay, Tucker Payne.

He was found guilty
of stealing drugs

from Dr. Elliot's vet clinic,

sentenced to two years and
he was paroled one month ago.

I'll have the drug
thief's parole officer

bring him in for
questioning. Okay?

Brennan.

Dr. Brennan,
Hodgins found saliva.

Where?
On the victim.

But why was Hodgins
looking for saliva?

I wasn't looking for
saliva. I found it.

Giant difference.

Oh! Easy, pal.

Watch your tone.

I don't care about tone,
I just care about results.

Dr. Hodgins was looking
for particulates on the mandible

and vertebrae that might lead

to a murder weapon
when he found saliva.

There was enough
saliva in the wounds
to run a DNA profile.

Well, it had to be
the possum, right?

The puncture wounds
indicate something larger.

Hey, who's that?

A fraudulent used car salesman.

Booth, meet
Mr. Starret.

I ran the standard eight
nuclear markers
for canids...

Canids? What is that,
like some kind of a bug?

Not a bug, Agent Booth.

Canis lupus familiaris.

See how annoying
that interrupting

know-it-all used-car
salesman thing can be?

I mean, I'm sorry,
w-what is a can-ass...

familiar-ass...?

Domestic dog.

Seth Elliot was killed
by a dog with filed teeth.

Tucker Felix Payne.

You really must hate your
parents for naming you that.

It's a good name.

Felix means "lucky."

Assault, possession of various
restricted weapons,

various drug offenses.

You don't seem so lucky.

You should see the stuff
they didn't get me on.

Was it good luck that you got
taken down by a veterinarian?

I was so high I could've been
taken down by a florist.

Yeah. The vet is dead.

You get paroled,
vet turns up murdered.

You see where I'm going
with this?

Make your dog bark?

You told me to bring Schatzi
so you could hear him bark?

Schatzi?

It means "treasure" in German.

Yeah, I want
to hear Schatzi bark.

Gib Laut!

I can't see its teeth.

Want to show me his teeth?

Why do you
file its teeth
down to points?

I'm a drug dealer.

You people catch me with a gun,
I go away forever.

Schatzi your choice of weapon?

Never had to use him yet.

Were you really going
to shoot my dog?

I got nothing against your dog.

I was going to shoot you.

See, I'm going to take your dog.

Aw, man, you got a warrant
for my dog?

Mm-hmm.
That's cold.

Per your
instructions,

I Microsiled
the lethal bite mark.

See here?

An irregularity
in the wound track.

Yes. I took an impression
of Schatzi's bite.

Who's Schatzi?

Drug dealer's dog.

Sei jetzt sch n brav!

He responds to German commands.

Very intimidating.

The dog that killed Dr. Elliot
has a pronounced crack

in its canine tooth,

and the neighboring bicuspid
shows a slab fracture.

Very distinct.

So Schatzi's not our killer?

Schatzi is innocent.

Hey, Hodgins.

City police found the vet's car.

A forensics crew
is going through it now.

Booth wanted me to make sure
they didn't screw things up.

Hey, deal with it.

Well, I hope
you find something
'cause this puppy's innocent.

Yeah, well, we're finding gobs
of dried blood.

It's a vet's vehicle-- could
be from one of his patients.

It's not.

Don't listen to him.

You'll end up buying
this blood-soaked heap

for three times its value.

I worked as a vet's assistant
in college

when I was studying
to be an EMT.

We were as careful with blood
as any human doctor.

You ever think this vet

didn't live up
to your high standards?

Most likely, the car was used
to transport the victim's body,

and then dumped.

That does make more sense.

I found a...

Excuse me.
The crack FBI team
found a prescription bottle
of erythromycin.

That's not an animal drug.

That's a macrolide antibiotic
used for
a number
of conditions.

Including acne and STDs.

Four boys.

Maybe we got lucky,

and the bad guy
dropped his prescription.

Bottle reads "Donald Timmons."

We should track him down.

Wow! That is an absolutely
wonderful idea.

That could only have sprung from
the time-tempered mind of a man

with your life's experience
ripping off unsuspecting
car enthusiasts.

I feel better.

You treat everyone
like crap.

Look at that pit, huh?
Muscles like cantaloupes.

Is that why
we're not getting out?

No, it's the
country, Bones.

They got a different
way of doing things.

You're afraid of the dog.

No, I'm not.
What you do in the country

is you sit in your car
and you wait.

It's rural-polite.

Parker had a nightmare.

About severed fingers?

No. It was a singing frog.

I don't see the connection,
but then I'm one of those people

who thinks if you dream
about a banana,

it's probably
just a banana.

He's acting up in school,
he's talking back to his mom,

he's not flushing the toilet.

He's a boy.

Okay. Yeah. I get it.

You saw a whole
lady's corpse

when you were
a little girl,

and you were fine.

Yes. Although, for some reason
that I do not understand,

I kept staging my own death.

Pretending that I drowned
in the bathtub,

faking
electrical shock.

It really freaked
my parents out.

And then, once,
when Russ found me hanging,

he had to go see
the school psychologist.

But otherwise you were fine?

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay. Do you dream
about bananas a lot?

Why?

Can we get out
of the car now?

Quiet.
Don Timmons?

Why you just waiting
in the car?

Gladys wouldn't
hurt you.

FBI Special Agent Booth.

This here is my associate,
Dr. Brennan.

Do you know
Dr. Seth Elliot?
Sure, I do.

Went to high school with him.
He's my vet. Why?

He was murdered.

Oh, man.

Hey, Robbie.

Hey, Robbie!

What's up?

Seth died.

What happened?

This is the FBI.

They say he got murdered.
This is my boy Robbie.

He used to work for Seth
part-time.

Can you think of a reason
why Dr. Elliot's car
would be full of blood?

No. No. It's not like
he ran an animal ambulance

or something.
You ever ride in his car,

Mr. Timmons?
No. Never. Why?

When it's bagged
like that,

it means it's evidence, Dad.

It's not his.

It's mine.
Robbie.

Dad, it's a murder
investigation.

They don't care
about insurance.

I'm too old
to be on my dad's insurance.

He got the prescription
under your name?

But that's fraud.

That's working around a system

that doesn't care
about people like us.

Listen,
I'm the father.

Robbie shouldn't
be held responsible.

How about you? You been
in Dr. Elliot's car recently?

Last... last time
was on the weekend.

We did a gelding over at
Danny Oliver's place.

What about Tuesday night?

Where were you?

I was at my tutor's.

I'm trying to
get my GED.

Hi.

Robbie's going to go
to medical school

if it kills
both of us.

I was kind of thinking
I'd be a vet.

Yeah. Well,
that's a good backup

if you crap out
on medical school.

We're going to need
the tutor's name,

address, all that stuff.

It's Andrew Hopp.

He'll vouch
for Robbie.

Gladys is a very nice animal.

Yeah. Dad really
trained her great.

Gladys, come.

Sit.

Lay down.

What?

Wow. That's impressive.

No sense in owning a dog
if you can't control it.

Gladys' teeth are not filed.
What?

Dr. Elliot was killed by a
dog with sharpened teeth.

Bones,
what are you doing?

Enough playing
with the dog.

What?

Seth was
murdered by a dog?

The murderer
was a human being.

The murder wearon is a dog

We're back to this, are we?

You staring at me?

Well, I have concerns,
Dr. Hodgins.

About me?

Yeah, you seem
to have completely abandoned

your paranoid
conspiracy theories.

I'm not a trained
psychologist,

like you, but that sounds
like a good thing.

Dr. Saroyan,
I've found something important
I need to show you.

Conspiracy was
the central idea

around which you organized
your sense of self.

Also, I can't help
but note that you're

not paying quite
so much attention
to your personal
appearance.

Less paranoid and less vain.

Again, that sounds like
a good thing.

These kind
of changes
in a man's life indicate
intense distress.

Would you like to
discuss this with me?

I'd rather drive
a motorcycle full speed

into a bridge abutment.

Do you, uh...

do you often entertain
suicidal thoughts?

No, I'm more homicidal
in nature.

Pretty sure you're not
saying that in earnest,

but as a way to keep
me at arm's length.

I'm here.
What's up?

Oh, do you mind?

I have work to do.

You need to talk about
these things, Dr. Hodgins.

If not with me, then
with someone else.

Dr. Saroyan.

What have you got?

Uh, I found some particulates

that the geniuses
at FBI forensics missed.

From the victim's car?

Crushed exoskeletons of copepods

and other
crustaceans.

Yeah, I don't know
what it means either.

So, you called me
over here to...?

Make Sweets go away.

Not an appropriate use
of your boss, Dr. Hodgins.

It worked, didn't it?

Thanks for coming in to
the Jeffersonian, Dr. Hopp.

I'm not a
doctor yet.

I'm only a third year
medical student.

So, you tutor Robbie Timmons?

Yeah, twice a week--
here's a complete record
of our meetings.

I'll take that. Thanks.

So, you do a little, uh,
needlepoint on the side?

It's used to practice suturing.

Yeah, next year,
we use actual corpses.

So, what is, uh, Robbie like?

He's a good kid--
I mean, he's never going

to be what his dad wants,

but he tries hard. Oh!

I'm sorry, I have to run.

I got a class.

Did you ever meet Dr. Elliot?

The vet that
Robbie worked for?

The one who got
murdered? Yeah, yeah.

I take it you didn't
like him, huh?

Uh, I was raised not to
speak ill of the dead.

Yeah, well, I was raised
to ask questions like that,

so I'm afraid I'm going
to have to insist.

I met him maybe twice,

and I'm pretty sure
he was tweaking.

What's that?
He's a meth addict.

I'm just not
sure Seth Elliot
was the best role model

for Robbie Timmons,
that's all.

Did Robbie Timmons'
father know?

No way.

Old Don's a pretty
straight arrow.

Robbie's his
main project, so...

Well, thanks for coming in.

Hey, thanks for letting me
see this place.

It's legendary.

It's dogfighting.

I hate this job, so I'm quitting
to go run a gallery in Dubai.

Oh, it's just
disgusting.

Yeah, we got the subpoena
to download Dr. Elliot's
PDA records from the server.

These were
on his PDA?

Time-stamped
the day of his death.

Fighting pit,
spectators.

A rape stand used
to restrain
uncooperative females.

The smaller cages
are for bait--

small animals used as
rewards for the winners.

They teach you that
in anthropology school?

Pitting animals
against each other

is a common pastime
in evolving cultures,

where violence is
more commonplace

and animal life has no value.

To men.

No value to men.

Yes, it's always men.

Here we go again.

Okay, you two,
don't get all, you know,

Princess Warrior,
on me, okay?

I guess we know now
ot liked
to do his gambling.

Wait, Ange, go back.

Right there,
can you magnify that?

What, that blob?

There's something
familiar.

It's Gladys' ball.

Who's Gladys?
Could be enough for me
to get a warrant

if the judge had a glass
of wine or two at lunch.

Dubai, people.

I'm going to go sell
Inuit art to gazillionaires.

Hey, Sweets, you got a minute
for me and Parker here?

Wow, there you are,
actually right here

in my office
without an appointment or...

Hi, Parker,
I'm Dr. Sweets.

His face doesn't look
like a baby's behind.

Look, okay, he's
having nightmares.

He's, uh,
not eating.

He doesn't want
to go to school,

and suddenly, he's
afraid of meteors.

Giant flaming rocks
from outer space?

Who wouldn't be afraid?

You know, I can still hear you.

Okay, hum, hum,
okay, got it? Hum.

I know all this is connected
to him finding
that finger.

I'm not some radio advice hack

who performs diagnoses
over the phone.

This is exactly
why I brought him here
in person-- cure him.

No, it doesn't really
work that way.

Therapy with a child is...

I thought I was going
to run out of breath.

Yeah, I'm going to run out of
breath when I run upstairs

and get that warrant
from that senile judge.

Ten, 15 minutes? Is
that good enough time?

Okay, see you.
Bye, have fun.

Are you my babysitter?

Parker...

that is exactly what I am.

The judge said no.

Gladys' ball wasn't
enough for a warrant.

Why?

Because over two
million of them
were sold last year.

Well, we did our best.

Next case.

We need evidence that
the Timmons place
is used for
dogfighting.

All right, well, I found
crustaceous material
in the victim's car.

It's an antifungal treatment
used on Astroturf.

That doesn't link us
with dogfighting either.

Yeah, it does.

Ick. Ew.

All right, here we go.

Brennan said that this was
the dogfighting ring.

So it's Astroturf?

If this Astroturf
cleaning stuff
was delivered to
the Timmons place,

that should get us
a warrant.

You're a genius.

No, you're the genius.

Okay, people, what we're looking
for is evidence

of a dogfighting operation.

Mr. Millan, thank you
so much for coming.

I hope I can help.

I've seen you on TV.

Thank you.

No, I only stated a fact--
there's nothing inherently

complimentary about being
on television.

She's happy you're here
and so am I.

What the hell's going on here?!
You know what?

Serve them this warrant,
tell them we're looking
for Astroturf.

So where do we look first?
Start with the larger
outbuildings.

Come on.

You don't hurt
the ones you love.

You don't send
the ones you love

to their death
for entertainment.

You must really
hate these guys.

I really do.

What is it?

He said that the dogs
fight to their death,

so we should
have expected this.

It's a mass grave.

These seem to be
all dog bones,

but there's other stuff, too:

some trash, betting slips.

We'll send it all back
to the Jeffersonian.

See if we can trace
the betting slips.

Find these people
and charge them.

Yes, that would make me feel
a bit better

if we did that.

Agent Booth,

we found something.

Yup, dogfighting ring,
the Astroturf.

It's just like the
pictures on Elliot's PDA.

Find any dogs?

Yes, quite a few,
in fact.

Down.

How does he do that?

He's a dog whisperer.

You didn't do anything.

Dogfighting ring,

there remains
of a dozen dead dogs.

And you're gonna tell
me all that happened

a hundred yards
from your house

and you had no idea
what was going on?

I never go to the barn.

I, uh, I ran an ad.

Numbered company.

Don't tell me.
They pay cash,

and you never met
the tenant.

That's right. As far as I know,
they use it for storage.

How involved was Dr. Elliot?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

He owe you money

or maybe you just
wanted a bigger cut.

Let me go
or get me my lawyer.

Whatever happened,
you know what?

Four days ago,
you snapped.

You had one of your
trained dogs attack him.

Four days ago?

I'm a driller, Agent Booth.

I dig wells mostly,
some pylon holes.

Four days ago I was at
an auger seminar in Chicago.

Can you corroborate that?

Airplane tickets, hotel
receipts, about 60 eyewitnesses.

See, I'm kind of the life
of the party at those things.

I know how
to organize a good time.

Just like you know how
to organize a dogfighting ring.

I don't know anything about
what goes on down at that barn.

Hey, stop that now.

Could I see your
teeth, please?

That's not how you do it. Sss.

Down.

Down.

No, it's not a match.

That mold you made,
it's like Cinderella's slipper.

That story never made
sense to me, but yes.

Hey, stop that now.

It's not as easy as it looks.

Down.

It's a match.

Are you positive?

This is the killer dog, yes.

I'm sorry, buddy.

So sorry, buddy.

Should I be looking out
for anything in particular?

Yeah, flashy crap

you can sell to
a gullible kid.

I didn't sell you
that car, you bought it.

You saw those
horizontal scallops

and you just had
to have it.

I suggested that
you look under the hood,

but all you did
was sit behind the wheel

and make
vroom-vroom noises.

I was 20 years old.

All these years later
you're still blaming me?

You're not 20 anymore,
Dr. Hodgins, so cut it out.

You know...

I'm sorry.

I just...

I've just been having
a lot of problems recently.

I'm sorry to hear that.

My best friend who used
to work here with me,

he got himself into
a lot of trouble.

I really miss
the guy.

Dr. Hodgins...

You know, Angela?

She and I,
we were engaged
to be married,

and, well, that went south, too.

That's a lot to bear...

especially if you feel
responsible.

Yeah, I do.

I do feel responsible.

You shouldn't be talking to me.

Of course not.
I'm sorry.

What I mean is,

I'm not the right person
for you to confide in.

This is my last day here.

I leave for a dig
in Arizona tomorrow.

There are people around here
who seem to like you very much.

People who are concerned
for your happiness.

What's this?

It's a computer chip.

Pet owners have them embedded
in their animals

in case of theft or loss.

But...

you knew that,

didn't you?

I got a message

that you have something
to tell me about Parker.

Uh, yeah, yeah.
Uh, you we're right.

Parker is traumatized.

Uh, it has nothing to do
with the finger in the nest.

Huh?

Um... he has
a girl problem.

Girl?

He's six.
Mm-hmm.

The girl,
her name's Stephanie Clyde.

Uh, she's somewhat
large.

Likes to pick him up
and carry him around.

Carry him under her arm?

Like a pet monkey.
He doesn't know what to do.

He says you told him
never to hit girls.

I told him never to hit anyone.

You know, unless it was
for self-defense.

She, uh, carries
him around?

Like a monkey at recess.

She thinks he's cute.

What about the finger?

Parker actually wishes that
you'd let him have the finger

so he could show it
to Stephanie and maybe
make her barf.

Why doesn't he just run away?

Well, when I suggested that,
he told me very proudly

that his father never ran
away from anything.

Proudly?

He said that?

I think you know what to do.

I mean, we've all had our
Stephanie Clydes, right?

No one's ever carried me around
like a monkey,

especially a girl.

Of course not, me neither.

This is exactly where
the microchip would be embedded.

Ten digits.

FBI can use it to track
down Ripley's owner.

If it's his microchip.

Ripley?

According
to the American Veterinary

Identification
Device database,

his owners brought him here.

To be put to sleep.

It's true.
Do you know why?

Why?
Because they didn't know

when they bought him
that he'd get so big.

You didn't euthanize Ripley?

Seth couldn't do it.

The dog was completely healthy.

Instead,
he found Ripley a new home.

Where?

That I don't know.

Ripley ended up
at a dogfighting facility

run by Don Timmons.

No, Seth devoted his
life to saving dogs.

He simply wouldn't do that.

Not on purpose.

Hey, Bones, Don Timmons'
alibi checked out.

He was in Chicago...

Whoa, what
are you doing?

I'm just going through the case
to see if I missed anything.

Uh, the dog should be,
you know, in the cage.

He killed Seth Elliot.

Well, it's not his fault.

He's actually a very nice dog,
aren't you?

He reminds me of you.

Me?

He's got warm and reassuring
brown eyes,

and he's capable
of great violence.

Hey, great.
Thanks a million.

Wait, Booth,
look at this cruelty.

They send dogs into fight,
to die or be hurt,

and then they
stitch them back up

and they send them out
to fight again.

We've been assuming
it's been Seth Elliot
doctoring these dogs.

Well, he was a vet.

But look...
common suture stitch.

See here how it's uneven
in the same way.

And there's an "X"
at the end.

So?

It's distinctive.

And I've seen it before.

Common suture, uneven...
"X" at the end.

Same thing.

It's like a fingerprint.

The thread is
green nylon.

You better believe
we'll match it.

Stitching up wounded
animals isn't a crime.

What's going on?

Just everybody shut up,
and we'll be fine.

Everyone, this is Ripley.

He killed Dr. Elliot.

None of us ever saw
that dog before.

Well, we can tie Andy here

to all of these

wounded animals
and to Ripley.

Is that that guy from TV

who talks to dogs?
Yes.

You see, we want to know
who sicced Ripley here
on Seth Elliot.

We don't need you.

We know you
were in Chicago.

Would you mind clapping
like this?

No, we won't do that.

Do it, Robbie.
What?

You're not his master. Do it.

It's not him.

Look at that.

He's waiting for your command.

May...
maybe my dog killed Dr. Elliot,

but that doesn't mean
I made him do it.

Ripley's a good dog.

He wouldn't attack
unless he was ordered.

Tell these people what you know
about Seth Elliot.

Robbie...

I-I saw it.

Andy told
Ripley to attack

because he saw
Dr. Elliot
taking pictures
of the dogfighting.

I don't know
how to do this.

Mostly you just tell
me what's on your mind.

Mostly on my mind
is I hate everyone.

Everyone?

To varying degrees, but, um...

yeah, yeah, everyone.

Angela...

the most.

Because we, you know,
had something great

and, uh, and now it's dirt.

Zack...

for being such an idiot.

Brennan for bringing us
all together.

Cam for making
us efficient.

Booth for giving
us a mission.

You for pick, pick,
picking at me.

Should I go on?

No, no, I get the point.

I just hate everyone.

So, what?

Intense therapy,
heavy medication?

No. I'm good with the hate.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I am.

You're doing fine.

Um... I hate everyone.

You're coping.
It's a coping technique.

Coping's good.

Did you get your degree
on the Internet?

Let me see
your diploma.

You're working.

You're living a life of purpose.

You haven't turned
your back on your friends.

Except I hate them all.

You're independently wealthy,
right?

You don't
have to work.

And yet you choose

to stay with
the people you hate.

Which makes me completely nuts.

No, you've replaced
one way of seeing the world--

paranoia--

misanthropy.

Soon you'll replace misanthropy
with something nicer,

but for now,

temporarily, I'm satisfied
with your coping technique.

My coping technique of hate?

Correct.

So...

are you, like, my
therapist now, or...?

No, we work together.

Great. See ya at work.

Hey.

Hey.

Robbie Timmons gave
a statement.

Andrew Hopp set the dog
on Seth Elliot.

Apparently Elliot
was furious

when he found out the dog
he'd given to Timmons

was used in dogfighting.

Dr. Elliot took all the photos
to turn into the police.

Andrew Hopp would have lost
his main source of income.

He would have been forced
to leave medical school.

What about the rest
of the people

in the dogfighting ring?
Don't worry about it.

We'll round them up.

So...

What do you got there?

Well, I've decided
to adopt Ripley.

Bones...
I've already contacted
a dog walker

and a doggie day care place,
and my dad will take him

when I leave town.

I got a little tag.

See?

Ripley Brennan.

He was put down.

What?

I'm sorry.

He killed someone,
and they had to put him down.

It wasn't Ripley's fault.

People made him do
what he did.

I know. I'm sorry.

You can tell
he's a good-natured dog.

They put him down?

Yeah.

Damn it.

Bones, I'm sorry.

What are they going to do
with his remains?

Hey, Booth?
Huh?

Can I do that?

You sure?

Yeah. You dug it.

So did Sweets help you
with Parker?

Yeah.

I told Parker that it's best
just to walk away sometimes.

What, sometimes?

Isn't it always better
to walk away?

You know, this dog
would still be alive

if he wasn't
forced to fight.

I told him to walk away
if it's for himself,

and to stand up and fight
if it's for someone else.

I don't know

if that was the right
thing to say, but...

You're a very good father.

So, do you want
to say something?

Well...
I feel that this dog, Ripley,
paid a price that was unfair.

It's not my fault.

Bones, why are you
talking to me?

You're the only one here.

Talk to the universe...
or God or Ripley.

I don't believe in God.

Well, God spelled backwards
is "dog."

And Ripley is dead.

Plus, he's a dog,

with, you know...
limited vocabulary skills.

Bones, just...

Speak from your heart.

On behalf of humankind,

universe, I'd like
to apologize

for what happened
to Ripley.

He was born a cute
little puppy...

and then the people
who adopted him

wanted to kill him because
they were too stupid

to realize that he would grow
into a big dog.

That's good.

Ripley was a good dog.

He didn't want
to fight.

But he did it
to please his master.

He didn't want to attack
a human being,

but he did it to
please his master.

You know, it wasn't
Ripley's fault

that his master
was cruel and selfish.

Like all dogs, Ripley only saw
the good in people.

Dogs are like that.

People should take a lesson.

* I... *

* Hurt, too *

* I... *

* Hurt, too... *

Is that enough?
Yeah.

As much as any good dog...

hey... could hope for.

Even with limited
vocabulary skills, okay?

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