All language subtitles for Bones S07E11 The Family in the Feud

Oh, yeah! Come on, baby!

Show me what you got!

That's it!

Oh-ho-ho, you sexy beast, you!

Come on! Come on, Penny!

Find me those truffles!

That's it, that's it!

Whoo! What, you got something?

Huh? You find some truffles
there, sweetheart? Huh?

Come on, let's see what you got.

Oh, you struck gold
this time, sweetheart.

Hee-hee!

Go on, find some more,
find some more.

What you got? Huh?

Oh, Lord.

Run, Penny!

Run!

I just don't understand why

we just didn't hire that fourth
sitter there we interviewed.

She was like
Mary Poppins, Bones.

She didn't know
the difference between

Montessori and Waldorf
educational theory.

Looking for new day care?
We believe the one-on-one

attention Christine
will receive from a nanny

is preferable
to the dynamics

of a group environment.

Christine was expelled by

the Jeffersonian day care.
Suspended.

I'm appealing the decision.

How does a baby
get suspended from day care?

I don't know, might
have something to do

with her mom
questioning everything

that the staff and
the directors do.

Because you care so much
about our daughter.

Oh...

Why did you say "oh" like that?

I didn't.
I just said it like, "Oh."

They felt that Bones was

turning the other parents
against the staff.

No, we all agreed
the multicultural,

multilingual song time
is not too much to ask.

Oh.
You did it again.

Don't think I did.
Didn't he?

Bones, now, we've gone
through two nanny services,

four childcare providers,

three PhD candidates
from American University,

because you care so
much about our daughter.

Who's watching Christine now?

A medical student--
but today's her last day.

I don't know why she's leaving.
Really?

Okay, Bones,
you know what, if you

don't make a decision
by the end of the day,

I'm gonna hire someone. Booth.

Is it possible that

your inability to find
adequate childcare

is because
you're feeling anxious

about separating from Christine?

That's absurd.
Great. Okay, on our way.

Okay, got to go. We have a case
in West Virginia.

You can't make
a decision like this

on your own, Booth.
What, you don't trust me now?

I'm not a good enough dad?
Yes, but...

No more interviewing-- it's starting
to feel like Charlie Rose, right?

You have to admit.
Okay, come on.

♪ ♪

We are really out in
the sticks, aren't we?

Whoa, what was that?

Oh, the man who
found the remains

was out here with
a truffle hog.

It ran off when it saw the remains.
Truffles?

There's truffles out here?
All right, just relax there,

Bog Boy-- let's finish
the investigation.

You can dig for all the
truffles that you... want.

Oh, wow, talk about

dead guy standing.

Yeah, his overall strap
got caught in this branch.

Large, projecting
mastoid process,

broad chin and high nasal root

indicate the decedent was
a Caucasian male.

I heard that they were cultivating
Tuber melanosporums in Rixeville,

but I had no idea
that the spores

had made it this far south.

What's he talking about?
What are you talking about?

The truffles.
Listen, the pig's owner said

the skull had eyes
that glowed red.

Ask me, I
think this guy

was just tanked on moonshine.

Nope. It is
because of these guys.

What's that?
Coleoptera phengodidae,

also known as railroad worms.

See, the females, right,
they glow green

to attract the males and red
to frighten off predators.

That's exciting.
Judging by

the porosity
of the exposed ulna,

the decedent was
approximately 80 years old.

Oh, well, maybe he just got
hung up on the branches there,

he couldn't unhook himself,

and he just died of natural causes.
The high volume

of dried blood
on the victim's clothing

indicates that he bled out
from a penetrating trauma

to one of the major
blood vessels.

That would indicate assault.

All right, let's get it
back to the Jeffersonian, then.

Let's cut down

Grandpa Walton here and...

Bones, what are you doing?

I do trust you.
I just want you to know that.

You're an excellent father.

Right, but this is
a professional setting, Bones.

Not for me.

There's nothing more I can do

until I get back to the lab.
Oh.

Mm.

Wow. What was that one for?

Well, I enjoyed the previous one
so much, I wanted one more.

I'm done now.

I'm not done.

Bones?

Bones?

♪ Bones 7x11 ♪
The Family in the Feud
Original Air Date on April 30, 2012

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

♪

Ms. Wick, I'm going to need
the clothes removed

and the bones cleaned
as soon as possible.

Dr. Hodgins was gonna
swab the overalls.

There's no reason
for the shoes to be on.

He clearly wasn't
shot in his feet.

- Of course.
- I'm gonna need

an age for
the facial reconstruction.

80 years old.
40 years old.

I hate to disagree
with you, Dr. Brennan,

but based on
the robusticity

of the muscle attachments,
he was closer to 40.

The porosity of the bones
indicates a male

closer to 80-- it's
in my field report.

You are misreading
the musculature.

I've been reading musculature

and tissue anomalies
for 16 years.

So the misreading
of the evidence is yours.

- He's 40.
- He's 80.

I hate it when
Mom and Mom fight.

I'm sure once you settle
your babysitting issues,

you'll be a lot less cranky.

Why are the decedent's
shoes still on?

I'm gonna test
the striated muscles to show

the elasticity of the
myosin myofibrils.

That should give us
a definitive age.

And I will carbon-date
the bones, which will

be even more accurate.

He's a polydactyl.

Will that tell us how old he is?

Just means that he has six toes.

It's a congenital anomaly
common in Egyptian nobles

and heritage chickens.

Well, since he's
neither royalty nor chicken,

getting an I.D.

and a correct age
should be a piece of cake.

She is adorable.

I have missed this so much.

She likes you.

What's not to like?

She doesn't know
I have a record.

You think Tempe's gonna
be okay with this?

She'll be fine with it;
you're the grandfather, right?

- Yeah.
- Family, Max.

Okay, I got the diapers,

the wipes, and, um,

the batteries for the moni...

- Dad!
- Hey, baby.

Uh, boy, she's getting big.

Uh, Max here

is gonna help out
with Christine

till, you know, we
can find someone

or she's allowed
back into day care.

You should have
told me, Booth.

Well, I'm telling
you now, right?

We don't have anyone--
and look at that.

She loves him.
Uh-oh, uh-oh.

I think that we have
just made a deposit here

in the diaper bank.

Oh, I can change her.

No, allow me, please.

- Sure.
- Be back in a jiffy.

I got it.

What, you said
you trusted me.

That's the man who abandoned me
as a child, Booth.

You know, he risked his life, you know,
to come back into yours.

Look, he loves her.

You can't get that,
no matter

how much you pay,
Bones.

Right?

Booth.

Hold on, hold on.

Great.

Okay, just text me the
rest of the information.

What was that?

Got the I.D. from
one of the local hospitals.

The sixth toe was a giveaway.

Tug Babcock, 65.

No, that's not possible.

The bones indicated
that he was at least 80.

Okay, well,
but you were 15 years off,

and Cam was 25 years off, right?
If I were you,

I would just hang my hat
on "margin of error."

There she is.
There she is.

She's just like you--
you were exactly like this.

Happy all the time.

It's perfect.

Oh, man.

It appears the victim

was shot on the left side.

At a range

of less than 15 feet,

based on the powder burns
on his clothes.

The bullet traversed through
the body, from left to right,

nicking the L4 before
hitting the pelvis.

So you're saying

that because he was shot
at such close range,

it shattered
the right half of the pelvis?

Yes. I did a great job,
didn't I?

And by the way,

I'm so sorry both you
and Dr. Brennan

were wrong about
the victim's age.

I know that caused
a lot of tension.

But you chose
to bring it up, anyway.

When will you have

the rest of the pelvis
reconstructed, Ms. Wick?

It's in a million pieces.

And we already know
that he was shot.

You wouldn't want to miss
anything, would you,

and wind up like me?

Oh. No. I mean...

you're wonderful, brilliant...

- Did you find the bullet?
- No, ma'am.

It's probably still
at the crime scene-- we're gonna

need it if we're
gonna find that weapon.

I'll send some techs out.

I'm available.

So is Angela.

We'll go. It's no problem.

Let me know when you finish
that reconstruction, Ms. Wick.

We found him in the woods

off rural route 6.

We just thought
Daddy was out camping.

Sometimes he'd be
gone for days and...

then come back... with
a bunch of dead things.

Mama's a supermarket girl.

Daddy used to love

teasing Claire.

Said ever since she come
back here after law school,

she lost her appreciation
for fresh-kill meat.

It's not the meat.

It's the shooting.

I didn't miss that
when I was in the city.

But I sure will miss Tug

now that he's gone.
Well, I am, uh...

very sorry for your loss.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to kill your father?

The Mobleys.

The Mobleys?

The family lives
across the valley.

Tug recently won a property
lawsuit against the Mobleys.

I represented him.

The Mobleys hate us Babcocks.

Been making our lives miserable
for over a hundred years.

Just like the Hatfields
and the McCoys?

That was a story.

There's nothing made up

about the Mobleys
and Babcocks.

Right.

Those hillbillies

have been going at it
tooth and nail...

I got it.
since the 1800s.

That's all the Mobleys
and the Babcocks?

You
know it, cherie!

They used to just kill each
other and call it a day.

Then they moved on
to mule theft,

blown-up stills,
aggravated assaults,

and lately, since
we're civilized,

nuisance lawsuits.

Well, tribal feuds tend
to be generational,

because the feud itself becomes
a cultural identity for them.

Well, for Lady Justice,
it's a boil on her butt.

That's why she never sits down.

Yeah, your boss thinks you throw

one of these bozos in jail,
they'll stop.

Yeah. The Justice Department
tends to frown on murder.

The Mobley clan is
run by an old man,

a Norbert Mobley.

Got to be close to 70.

Wow, look at all these
weapons charges.

Well, you wanted
to be a G-man.

What?

I want to make sure
that I understand this.

I was in my nice temperature-
controlled office having

some "me" time, and I was
suddenly dragged out here

to do all the work

while you look
for truffles.

Hey, you need the bullet
to find the weapon, right?

I don't even like truffles.

What are you talking about?!

Have you ever had
a fresh truffle?

I mean, fresh?

Sorry to disturb you,

but I found something,
Truffle Man.

Oh, yeah, that is definitely
a bullet.

He was only shot once,
right?

Yeah.

It's weird.
This thing keeps going off,

and there's nothing there.

Well, it's because

there's a lot of metal
in the ground.

See, this area was known

to have a lot of
copper deposits.

And a lot of copper
means a lot of money.

Yeah, well, a lot of money means
a lot of motive.

Hold on a second.

What is that,
copper?

No, Truffle.

Mmm...

This Babcock/Mobley feud is

actually quite tame.

The Garos of India
would have a duel

with an opposing
family member,

and then feast on
the loser.

Their cannibalism was
responsible

for some excellent recipes
that are still used today.

You know, you always look on
the bright side

of things, don't you?

What are you doing?

I'm attempting to get
cell phone reception.

You can call the lab when we get
to the Mobley place.

No, I have no reason
to call the lab.

Oh, Max. You're trying
to call Max.

I told him I'd be calling.

He's fine. He knows his way
around a baby.

I mean, look,
you turned out fine.

Bones, will you
get back inside?

I can't hear you!
Oh, it's ringing!

It's working.

Dad, Dad, hi. How is Christine?

Uh! Great, good.

No, I'm just hanging out
of a car,

that's all.

Will you, will you
give her a kiss for me?

Okay. Bye.

She's fine, so...

Fine. Was that worth it?

Yes. If you need to make a call,
I can drive.

Seriously,
who locks their gate

you know, a mile
from their house?

Well, tribal feuds are
usually about territory.

Wow. Okay, I guess

it is territorial.

Get the hell off my land
or I'll shoot you!

All right, look,
I want you to stay here.

I don't want Christine

to lose both parents.

Okay, he's inside.

Stay here.

Norbert Mobley, come out
with your hands up! FBI!

Boot, be careful.

Just stay behind the tire.

I'm warning ya.

I'll fill you
full of lead!

And I'll like it!

Norbert! Easy.

Get the gun up. Up.

What, are you crazy?

Give me the gun,
will ya?

No! It's my gun!

I'm FBI!
This is my land!

You got no rights.

You are crazy.

How 'bout you let her cuff me?

She's pretty.

Y'all were trespassing!

I'm with the FBI, okay?
I announced myself.

We just had
a little harmless gunplay.

Harmless?

The law's always poking

its nose where it shouldn't.

What happened to your house?

Tug Babcock
happened to it.

Claimed part of it was built
over his property line.

Damn court sided with him and
his lawyer daughter-in-law.

So you're saying
they just took

that piece that was over
the line?

Thought I'd move.
I showed the rat bastard.

No Babcock is gonna best
a Mobley.

Sounds like motive to me.

Motive for what?

To kill Mr. Babcock.

You clearly like
to shoot at people.

Tug is dead?

He was found shot,
hanging on a tree

less than a quarter of a mile
from here in the woods.

Damn, there is a God.

You do realize
you're a suspect, right?

Given our history,
I'm sure I am,

but sorry to say I can't take
credit for putting Tug down.

What is that history, Mr. Mobley?
Do we have

to go over
the history right now?

Lengthy feuds often have
unique origins.

It might inform
our investigation.

Feds are never interested in
the truth, darling.

Fine. Just tell her
the history, will ya?

Tell her the history,
give her what she wants.

Come on!
1893.

One of them
Babcock girls used

her wiles to trick my
great-great-great grandpa

into marrying her.

Then she poisoned him
to take his his land.

But when they found him,
she was poisoned, too.

Stonewall wouldn't go peaceful.

Gotta love him for that.

So you've been fighting

over the land ever since.

Babcocks is savages.

Babcocks are savages.

See? She gets it.
They think those lawsuits

would wear me down, but I don't
pay 'em no never mind.

Then why are you sneaking around

the woods
shooting at people, pal?

On account of the folks been
lurking round at night,

digging holes in
my land over there.

Please say you have

something good for me, cher,
because I don't want

to be swimming in
this hillbilly moonshine

for another 120 years.

Angela is seeing if
Norbert's gun matches

the bullet
that we found.

See, I think that Booth
should take me out in

the field more.
What do you think?

Would you like him playing
with your bugs?

What about those holes Booth
found in the ground?

He said you knew what they were.

When I found the bullet,

I also found a vein
of copper on the land.

So those holes were from someone
taking soil samples.

So someone else knew
about the copper?

It seems that way.

There's a small mining company
that has an option

to drill on Tug's land,
but only after Tug's death.

The company's run by a guy
named Dennis Timmons.

So maybe Timmons helped old Tug
into the grave.

It makes sense. From
these survey reports,

the copper could've been
worth a few million.

I like where this is headed,
cher.

Really? Can you drop
a hint to Booth

about me getting
some more fieldwork?

What? Is it so terrible
to have a dream?

No, not when you're in bed.

Hello? Hi, Dad.

Hi, sweetheart.

Oh, you cooked?

Yeah, I made lasagna.

When did you have
the time to do that?

When she was
taking her nap.

You got her
to take a nap?

Yeah, I sang to her,

and that would put
anyone to sleep.

And I gave her a bath
and washed her hair.

Wow, you really
are good at this.

Yeah, I am.
You're my proof.

How was,
how was work today?

Oh, seems to be a murder
between feuding families.

Oh, gee, I guess there
will be lots of suspects.

Yes, and the bones aren't
telling us enough yet.

I hope you know

that I'm just trying
to help you do your job.

You're not worried,
are you?

I mean, I'm walking
the straight and narrow,

you know that, right?

Sure. Christine seems
very happy.

That's because
she's got a great mom.

Hey, how's Max working out?

Max is doing great.
You know,

he's doing everything
that Bones wants him to do.

I mean, if he was a pro,
he'd be getting paid.

Great. That's great.

Does Dr. Brennan feel
the same way?

Yeah, yeah. Listen, Max is doing
a great job, okay?

Don't go ruining this
by shrinkifying it.

Oh, I'd just advise you
to temper your enthusiasm.

I mean, most people

tend to exceed their baseline
performance during the

initial days of
a new situation.

Sweets, this is working, okay?
It's working great, okay?

Christine gets to spend more
time with her grandfather.

Max gets to spend more time

with Bones that he missed out
when she was growing up,

and I don't have to interview
all these nannies.

You seem irritated.

Well, you're
irritating me, okay?

They didn't teach you,
you know,

how not to be irritating
at shrink camp?

It was a university.

You can't really graduate
Phi Beta Kappa from camp.

Okay, fine,

Mr. Phi Beta Kappa guy.

You can go question Mr. Timmons

all by yourself,
all right?

Bye.

Come on.

Yeah, I had a deal with Tug.

It's all legal.
You can see the paperwork.

Tug Babcock is dead.

I didn't do it.

Why do you assume I suspect you?

Because my business is in
bankruptcy

and I only get access to
the land after Babcock dies.

That is very forthcoming.
I'm supposed

to tell the truth, right?

Why are you looking
at me cross-eyed?

So you admit
to digging up the land?

Yeah. I was broke.

I was gonna lose everything,
so I dug up some copper samples

to get a bridge loan
from the bank.

At night?

I was trespassing.

Night seemed a good time
not to be seen,

but I didn't kill him.

Look, the person you want to talk
to is that girl

who's always walking through
those woods at night.

Who? What girl?

Beats me. All I know is

that she took a shot at me
one time.

I had to run for my life.

And you didn't report her?

I was trespassing, okay? What
else do you want from me?

There's no need for hostility.

Unless you're masking something
you don't want me to know.

Look, I'm telling you
everything.

I don't know who she was.

Just some blonde,
maybe 20 or so, it was dark.

But I did see her take off,
though, in a old blue pickup.

It had a rusted hood,
only one taillight.

Excellent. Thanks.

So, Hodgins and I found the
casing as well as the bullet,

but they don't match
the old man's gun.

It could belong to
the mystery woman in the woods.

You really do excellent work.

Thank you, Daisy.

Wait a minute. What's this?
Can you enlarge this image?

Yeah.

Oh, that's just white powder
on the bullet.

There's some trace
in the casing, too.

There are tiny fragments.

This is bone!

Bone?

But, huh.

But what?

These bone fragments
from the bullet should match

the victim's bones.

Of course.

But look.

The colors don't match.

The bone on the bullet
is a different color,

a different porosity.

Wait.

That's bone
from another person?

I think we might
have two victims.

Two victims?

That's what it appears.

The bone matter that
Ms. Wick found

is definitely not
from Tug Babcock.

So we're looking
for another body?

I'll look for
environmental markers

when I examine the bone.

It could potentially
give us the location

for the other remains.

My father's
not answering.

Oh, you know, he probably
just put Christine to bed.

No, she should be up
from her nap already.

Anyhow, listen,
I talked

to the local PD
in West Virginia

about helping us search
for that blue pick up truck.

They're not too happy
about getting involved.

Well, it's murder.
They don't have a choice.

I think the cops
are actually glad

that they're killing
each other off.

I think they've
had it with this feud.

You're calling again.

Yes, and I called
five times before that.

Bones.
Why isn't he picking up?

Well, there could be
millions of reasons.

That's right, and not
all of them are good.

Bones...
This is a man

who walked out on me
and my brother...

without warning.

Just left. You think
I didn't try calling then, too?

It's different.
Is it? Why is it?

I told him
d be calling.

I told him

to keep his phone close.

What if he just left again?

He wouldn't do that, okay?

He's probably out
for a walk with her.

Don't patronize me, Booth.

I told him I'd call.

Okay, wait,
hold on for a second.

Booth. Great.

Okay listen, they found
the blue pick up truck.

I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I got a buddy at
the D.C. police,

I'll give him a call

and I'll ask him
to look for Max, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

And I'll go home
and wait for them

in case they come back.

I can do the preliminary
work on my bone fragments there.

Call me when
you find him.

Danny, it's Booth.

Listen, I need you to do
me a favor, will ya?

So you put that whole pelvis
back together?

That must have been
like a million pieces.

Yes. Pretty amazing, right?

Oh, and look
what I found.

You see this
little hole

on the superior iliac crest?

Two millimeters.

That size matches
a biopsy needle.

And since there's
minimal remodeling

it must have occurred
within days of his murder.

So you think he was sick?

I'm having Dr. Saroyan
run tests for me on the marrow.

You're having me
run tests for you?

Oh, hi.

No. I meant, you're
running tests.

Even though you wouldn't
have a reason to

if I hadn't found
the hole.

Which you wouldn't
of found

had I not insisted
that you

reassemble the pelvis.

Hey...

there's no sense in fighting.

I mean, this isn't
a competition.

Oh, that's where
you're wrong, Dr. Sweets.

It is, and I've won.

I have...

the results from
the marrow test.

Osteogenic chondrosarcoma.

Tug Babcock had bone cancer?

Stage four
and widely metastatic.

He had maybe
a month to live.

He was shot
with only weeks left?

That's so sad.

I'm gonna tell Booth
and Dr. Brennan.

This Mobley/Babcock feud

killed an old man

who just wanted to live
out a few more days.

It's crazy.

Yeah. Well, given their
long history

and the dynamics of a complex
interpersonal relationship...

It has to end, Lance.
Look at this.

Each one is a different version
of how the feud started.

Carlene was a witch

who gave Stonewall
a potion that turned

his liver into worms.

Stonewall poisoned Carlene
because his diner was cold.

There are 50 of these.

I have to find the truth.

I can use the bones,
environmental factors,

historical records...

Don't you have other work to do?

Lancelot, this is about
bringing peace and restoring

trust in human goodness.

Don't you think that's
important work?

Of course.

I was looking through

the bone dust and I found
a few particles

that have enough
mass to examine.

So what am I looking for?

There appears to be
tunneling in the bone.

That could indicate
insect activity.

This could have been
caused by mites.

But I usually only
see tunneling like this

at archeological sites.

Could the mites have left

any environmental markers?

I mean, they could.

They frequently shed
their outer shells.

Okay, I will get
these samples back to you

as soon as possible.

You can send them
for carbon dating

so that we can determine
when the victim died.

I have to go, Hodgins.

Thank you.

Hello, Dr. Brennan,
Seeley wanted us

to bring him here
personally.

Thank you.

I got it, pal.

I'm, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

My cell phone must've
fallen out of my jacket

when we were
playing in the park.

Give me Christine.
Oh, please,

I said I was sorry.

You disappeared.
Just like before.

I had no way to get in touch.

But she's fine.
She's more than fine.

I can't go through this again.

I can't have another
day like this.

You wont.

I have to call Booth

to let him know
that Christine is back.

You should leave.

Oh, listen, please, honey.

Please leave, Dad.

Okay. I love you, too.

Give Christine
a kiss for me. Bye-bye.

I really got to get

chained up to listen to that?

I'm sorry. You might
want to be

a little bit nicer, okay?
You're a murder suspect, SueBob.

I haven't killed no one.
Really?

Because we know that you
were taking pot shots

out in the woods
the other night.

Maybe you were aiming
at Tug Babcock?

I fired a few
warning shots, that's all.

There are bears in those woods.

But I checked,
I didn't hit no one.

Okay, so I'm supposed
to believe

that you were shooting
at bears?

You're gonna have
to do better than that.

I don't have to say nothing.

Fine. I'm taking you in.

All right, boys,
take her in.

I was going
to see Junior.

That's what I was doing
in the woods.

All right.

Junior Babcock?

Let me get this straight.
You...

were going to see
a Babcock?

Junior and me...

I love him, okay?

And he

loves me.

We couldn't just come out
with something like that.

Tug would've started a war
if he found out.

Maybe Junior killed Tug.

No way.

Junior would've killed himself
before he would've

hurt his grandpa.

I swear he dropped
from heaven that boy.

Seems like you're a regular

at the sheriff's department.

Isn't that right, Junior?

Look at this.
Burglary, arson, vandalism,

barn burning--
Now how is barn burning

different from arson?

One's a misdemeanor
and, uh...

the other's a felony.

Right. You sure are
a lawyers son, aren't ya?

Where is this leading,
Agent Booth?

All those charges
were dismissed.

Right, and you kept, uh,

clogging up
the county courts.

As long as I have to live
in that backward hellhole

I will use my legal training
to reduce the violence

and move this dispute
to the courts.

You're acting like
that's a crime.

No, but murder...

that's a crime and
it's not a misdemeanor.

I loved my granddaddy.

I'd never hurt him.

Grandpa taught me to shoot.

It's probably
not the best thing

to admit right now, Junior.

So, you and SueBob?

You met in the woods
that night, didn't ya?

How'd you know about that?

You met SueBob Mobley?

Why in the hell

would you do that?

Well, probably because the two
of them, they were, you know,

getting it on,
right, Junior?

I'm sorry, Momma.

I love SueBob.
I wanna marry her.

What?! You know the rain of hurt

you'd be bringing down
on your family?

Yeah, and grandpa,
he wouldn't have been

too happy about that either.

What'd you two
get into a fight?

- No.
- We're done here.

And you ended up killing him
in self-defense?

Don't you answer that!

You got it wrong.
Grandpa gave me his blessing.

His blessing?

He said he was sick
of all the fighting.

He was happy
for me and SueBob.

SueBob doesn't know it yet,

but he gave me money
for a ring.

A ring?

Tug Babcock

was gonna die
in weeks.

It's common to
reevaluate your life

when it's about to end.

So he wanted
the feud to end

so the kids could
be happy.

That's really sweet.

Another e-mail
from your father?

Yes. That makes 12,

but it's not gonna work.

I can't believe that you
fired your dad.

That is harsh, honey.

He lost his cell phone.

It was a mistake.

All right, honey.

You should just
forgive the old guy.

It's the results
from the radio carbon dating

of the bone dust.
This is remarkable.

The bone's 120
years old?

How is that even
possible?

Because there wasn't a second
victim that night.

The bone dust was packed
into the ammunition.

Why would someone put

a dead person's bones
inside a bullet?

It's a custom
in certain societies,

especially American
rural communities.

It's a way of honoring
their ancestors.

Much like some tribes which
construct their homes

out of the remains
of their relatives.

I mean, if someone made
these bullets

we should be able to find out
who bought them.

I'm thinking
that the whole feud

started from
the wrong premise.

The poisoning makes no sense.

And why would they
have to get married first?

The families harbored
no animosity...

It's not your
problem, Ms. Wick.

But it is.

These two families
are tearing each other apart

for no reason.

And you think that you

are gonna be able
to repair the damage

when no one else could
in the past 120 years?

Perhaps it's too big
of a challenge for you.

Fear of failure.

It happens.
Excuse me?

I was thinking I could
see what chemicals

are in the old bones and...

you could analyze the soil

and water tables, but
if it's beyond you...

Don't.

No. That is not it.
Oh, oh,

it's the truffles.
They take precedence.

I understand.

Fine. I will help you.

But don't dis my truffles.

Here, taste.

Ew.

Are you out of your mind?

I love truffles but those...

taste awful.

You're a scientist
not a cook.

That doesn't make sense,

You want to know

what's in that soil?
Fine.

I'm gonna run this
through the mass spec

and find out what's making
my truffles taste like poo.

Oh, oh, don't say "poo,"

I just ate that.

Don't do that.

I'm gonna need
a warrant to search

Norbert Mobley's house.

You have something
to get me out

from under this case?

Yeah, yeah, the bullet
that killed Babcock

it was purchased
by Mobley.

How can you
be sure about that?

Because we found
the gun shop

that made the bullets,

and it was filled with
his great, great,

great grandfather's ashes.

Leave it up to hillbillies
to figure out

a way keep on killing
after they're dead.

Very well; Norbert ordered 30
rounds of Stonewall Mobley ammo.

So, you can match
the bullets you found

to the batch that
was made for Norbert?

The ammo's in the house, yep.

I'll get you
your warrant, cher.

And get ready to pucker up,

because if you solve this one,

I'm planting a little bit
of heaven on you.

Okay.

I am not going to out with you
to get more truffles.

Not so sure I want anymore.

Oh my, that's not good.

Arsenic, cadmium,

lead and copper. Ugh.

That's great.
You were going to poison us.

It's probably because
of the copper vein.

I mean, it was mined at the end
of the 19th century.

The acid rock drainage,
probably contaminated

the water table
with toxic runoff.

If your truffle is toxic years
after the area was mined,

it must have been
deadly in the 1800's.

Wait, why do we
care about the 1800's?

Because that's when
Stonewall and Carlene died.

I have to find out
where their bodies were found.

Bones,
I thought you didn't trust

any of the sitters
that we interviewed.

I didn't. Not on their own.

So, until we find someone
suitable,

I hired two.
Two?!

What, one to watch Christine
and the other

to watch the first sitter?

Exactly, I thought you
wouldn't understand.

Bones,
that doesn't make any sense.

Oh, my sweetheart's back.

You didn't have to
bring him, you know?

Well, actually I did.

He has the search warrant.

Here you go, here's the warrant.

You bought the ammo
that killed Tug Babcock.

Ammo was filled with cremains
from your great-great-great

grandfather, Stonewall.

So, you going to go get me
the ammo, or...

am I have to go inside
and get it myself.

Good luck with that, those
bullets were in my parlor.

And my parlor's gone.

You didn't
remove your possessions

before your house
was demolished?

I wasn't gonna give no Babcock
the satisfaction

of watching me
scramble.

I let that lawyer bitch
take those bullets,

along with
everything else.

Claire Babcock.

Hm.

Look, Claire Babcock just
doesn't seem like

the type to plug an old man.
She'd get her revenge in court.

Yeah, that's why
she's a good suspect.

All right, look,
Tub's a Babcock.

Claire's a Babcock, right?

Babcocks, uh, they kill Mobleys,
not other Babcocks.

But she has the best motive.

This feud's costing everyone
a lot of money

because of those
lawsuits, right?

Yeah?

Well, a ton of that of
that money goes to her.

So, if the Tug's cancer made him
decide to end the feud,

then he would have told his
lawyer to stop the lawsuit.

There goes all the money she was
going to use to get out of here.

You know what?
Good job, Sweets!

Thank you.
Yeah.

I like it when you
appreciate my work.

Not a problem, see ya later.

'Cause a lot of people don't
understand the training

and the skill that goes in to
what I do, based on...

Bridge too far.
You think?

Yeah. See ya.

This warrant was issued
without enough cause.

I could file
a harassment suit.

That's between
you and the judge.

- Booth?
- Yeah?

This is made by Ashes to Ammo.

It says their cremains
are from Stonewall Mobley.

That's the same type
that killed Tug.

Oh, look.
There's a bullet missing too.

Then I guess you should
arrest Norbert.

Those are his bullets.

And he sure as hell
wanted Tug dead.

Not as much as you did.

Those lawsuits dry up,
so does your income.

You're reaching, Agent Booth.

That looks like
the riffle, Booth.

Well...

Any chance I'm going to
find your fingerprints on this?

A very good chance.

I had to talk all this crap out
of Nor bet's place.

But I don't shoot.

Ask anyone.

Which means that if you
had used the riffle,

You probably would have injured
yourself on the recoil.

Is this hurting you?

This is all circumstantial.

I was no where near those woods
that night when Tug was killed.

And you can't prove
that I was.

Now, I can't stop you from
looking through all this,

but I certainly don't
have to talk you.

That looks like
something,

can you use that?
What is it?

It's just an age fisser.

I noted it in my initial
examination.

It's of no value
to the case.

Can't you build
a circumstantial case?

Everything points
to Claire Babcock.

My boss wants something
definitive.

He doesn't want this case
dragging on in appeals.

And neither do I.

Because if it did, you all would
be dragged along with me.

Can't you get your
government-funded asses

in gear and find me something?

I'd like to remind you that
you're a guest here in this lab.

Prisoner's more like it, cherie.

Did you know that the
life cycle of a truffle

relies on a complex chain of
symbiotic relationships?

Truffles?! See this is why we
can't catch the killer.

No, no, no.
It's the reason we can.

Tug was killed right in the
middle of truffle season.

See, that's when
the spores are out.

Of course, and the grove,
where Tug was killed,

is the only one with truffles.

If Claire Babcock was there,
she would have been

covered with spores.

So, all we have to do
is subpoena her clothing.

Okay, now I am
liking truffles.

Dr. Brennan...

She lied, she was there.

Tug came to tell me
he wanted to end the feud.

If I just could have made a
little more money

from those lawsuits,
we could have had

a good life away from here.

What's wrong with that?
I hate this place.

I tug through all
the records for the area,

The tree where Tug was found,

that is where Stonewall
and Carlene's cabin was,

right by a stream that's
all dried up now.

So, the water in
the stream was toxic.

In 1892, there was record
rainfall there.

The toxins from the runoff from
the copper mine,

would have contaminated
their stream.

Stonewall and Carlene didn't
poison each other.

They drank from their water.

And died from
acute heavy metal toxicity.

You did it.
You figured it out.

Stonewall and Carlene,
they were in love.

Their deaths
were an accident.

And the feud, a stupid
misunderstanding.

How did SueBob and Junior react
when you told them?

They want to have a barbecue for
the two families to make peace.

Good.
There was a bit

of a disagreement
about whether

they would serve
chicken or ribs.

Apparently, there's some
kind of family tradition

involved on both sides.
They fought?

A lovers' squabble.

They calmed down
when I called security.

Oh.
But...

love always wins in the end.

Doesn't it, Lancelot?

Always.

♪ ♪

Hi.

Hi, Dad.

Uh, I, um, I found this
in my jacket,

and I... I know that Christine

doesn't like to go to...
to bed without it.

Thanks.

I'm really sorry, honey.

How could you
let that happen, Dad?

Vanishing
like that.

You know what it's like for me.

You have every right
to feel this way.

So what happened?

You knew that I would be
calling every hour--

you agreed to that--
so when I didn't call,

why didn't you
just call yourself?

I thought that you didn't
call me because you trusted me.

I won't make

that mistake again, I promise.

Don't say that.

I don't want to lose you again.

I'll do whatever you want.

I just...

I want to forget about this.

I want you to be
Christine's grandfather.

I want us...

I want us to be a family.

It's funny, that's what I want.

Hey.

Hey, look at
this, huh?

Hi, Seeley.

I'm just leaving, okay?

No, Dad,

uh, we were just
gonna have dinner.

We have plenty.

- It's okay.
- Max,

don't be ridiculous--
come on inside, huh?

Come on.

- Okay.
- All right? There you go.

Hi, honey.
I'll go set another plate.

All right?

Ah.

♪ ♪

Oh, boy, that's you.

That's you, all over again.

Same smile.

You want to hold Christine,
and I'll help Booth?

Okay.

I gotcha. I gotcha.

Look.

Well, hi.

Well, whatcha got in your mouth?

You are amazing.

What's so funny?

She definitely
has your eyes.

I thought she had your eyes.
You think?

Yeah.
Yeah, a little bit.

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