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Hello? Surprise!

Tribeca, you silly goose. It's your surprise retirement party, girl.

Oh, my God. You guys totally got me.

Not gonna be the same around here without you, Tribeca.

There's even talk of retiring your unisex blazer.

Thank you, sir.

Tribeca, the very best of luck. It's been a pleasure working with you.

You too, Dr. Edelweiss. I feel exactly the same.

Well, actually, I might be leaving the force myself soon. Yes, it appears the

ethics lawsuit is going to be pushed forward. Hoffman! I don't know what I'm

going to do. I'm running out of money.

Hey!

I think someone's going to miss you the most. Oh, I'm going to miss you too,

Hoffman.

That's why you pay in advance.

All right, everybody.

It's a party.

Come eat some cake.

Happy retirement, partner.

You know you don't have to do this, right?

Everything's changed.

We have a kid.

And I don't want to miss one moment of little... Angie's childhood.

I know.

I mean, he's not going to be... Two and a half. Two and a half forever.

You know what I mean, right?

Giles. Right.

Now I think it's time to put the police work behind me and go balls deep into

motherhood Do me a favor recycle these for me

No

one say a word

Motherhood is not for everyone. It doesn't make me any less of a woman.

So I don't want to hear a peep out of any of you.

I have bronchitis.

Spare change?

Love some.

Hello,

Mr. Parnsworth.

Where's my white rhino?

Well, we've actually only begun the process. Whoa!

Did I just tune into some boring documentary about your pathetic little

life? Let me see if I can change the channel.

Nope. Nope.

There's the show I like. The one where you give me my stuffed white rhino. It's

just that you dropped it off yesterday.

Stuff it!

Stuff it or I will stuff you.

Is there any way to spruce up this owl in time for the children's exhibit?

What's going on, Cardo?

Haven't got all day.

Wait a minute.

You're not Ricardo.

Welcome back, Tribeca. Not a moment too soon. I'm afraid the unthinkable's

happened. A rich white man's disappeared.

Duncan Farnsworth, I-I-I, disappeared from his helicopter two days ago. I'm

pretty sure it's the third, sir.

Already seeing a pattern. How'd we get along without you?

What do we know about this guy other than his dad and grandfather's first

name? Married, three kids, got rich, inventing an oil that doesn't wash off

penguins. Got it. And Tribeca, if you need to split time between your son and

the office, we'll work around it. Not a problem, sir. We sent little Angie off

to a private boarding school in Maine.

Ah. We're really hoping he gets in.

As long as we're swapping personal stuff, I, uh... I've decided to start

dating again.

I'm staring down the dark, black abyss of retirement, and it would be nice to

drag someone down with me.

Well, keep an eye out, sir.

And, uh, Tribeca.

Make sure she knows how to pick out fruit in a grocery, if you know what I

mean. I do not.

Copy that.

Turns out Mr. Farnsworth was very popular on the Internet.

Kaufman, show him what you found.

Farnsworth was a trophy hunter.

Stanley Cup, Heisman.

They played for Wimbledon.

Then he turned his interest to endangered species.

Jeez, look at some of these negative comments.

Die, you worthless POS.

You're everything wrong with the world. Make $40 an hour working from home?

This guy didn't vanish.

Somebody grabbed him.

And it looks like we have about 60,000 suspects.

We gonna need a shitload of handcuffs.

All right, Tanner, you and Hoffman go talk to the wife, and Giles and I will

try to track down the helicopter pilot who saw him last.

We got an address on him.

Ricardo Vasquez, but it's in Miami.

Looks like we're taking the show on the road.

Can I help you?

We're looking for Ricardo Vasquez. Is he home? Oh, Mr. Vasquez moved back to Los

Angeles. Okay, thank you very much.

A trophy hunter?

My husband?

There must be some mistake.

There's no mistake, ma'am.

Is this your husband?

Yes, that's my husband.

I don't recognize that rug he's holding, though.

When's the last time you saw your husband?

Besides in the photo.

Two days ago.

Anything unusual about his behavior? Except murdering everything he sees?

He got up, prayed in front of a portrait of himself, had a glass of camel milk,

and took off in his helicopter.

Typical Thursday.

Ma'am, this is a serious situation.

Now, I think your husband might be kidnapped.

Or worse, he was kidnapped.

Look, this is clearly a matter for the police. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need

to get on with my day.

I've always wanted to meet a helicopter pilot.

Are you Ricardo Vasquez?

I'm sorry?

Are you Ricardo Vasquez?

Yeah, that's me.

LAPD, sir, do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?

Yeah, sure. Come on in. Keep your heads down. It's going to be fun.

We wanted to ask you a couple of questions about your employer, Duncan

Farnsworth. Yeah, go ahead.

You're his pilot, right? And you were flying with him on the morning of the

19th? Affirmative. And now Farnsworth and his helicopter are both missing.

Care to shed any light on that?

I dropped off Farnsworth at the taxidermy shop and then I went to get a

coffee. When I got back, Farnsworth and the chopper were gone. Grand Canyon on

your left.

I find it hard to believe that you left your helicopter in the middle of the

street to go get a coffee.

Sounds pretty implausible, doesn't it? Well, you got me. I was lying.

Truth is, some dude slipped me a thousand bucks to disappear for ten

minutes.

We're going to need you to come down to the station and talk to a sketch artist.

sounds great one more question are you concerned about your employer to tell

you the truth ma'am he was not a very nice person thank you sir let us know if

you hear anything let's go guys

Tribeca, welcome back. I heard you had retired.

Well, I guess you can take the girl out of the cop, but you can't take the cop

out of the girl.

I could.

Monica, Tribeca and I are together. You have to accept that.

They said you had an idea on the Farnsworth case?

Yes. Come over here.

It's not too often a rich white guy goes missing, so it got me thinking.

This is an unsolved case from a few months ago.

This is, or was... Lawrence T. Boosler VII.

You mean like Boosler University, Boosler Steaks, Boosler Wine and Spirit?

That's him. Or that was him until he was kidnapped, stripped naked, beheaded and

mounted. Don't tell me.

He was a trophy hunter.

Bingo.

This guy's still out there.

And if it's the same one that has Farnsworth, we're looking at a serial

killer. And we're running out of time.

So sorry.

Package for Angie Tribeca.

Dr. Edelweiss?

What are you doing?

Since I left the force, I've had to pick up any job I can.

I'm afraid the package came open.

I think it's some kind of scale cream, but I didn't look.

Thanks.

As you were.

This guy's still out there.

And if it's the same one that has Farnsworth, we're looking at a serial

killer. And we're running out of time.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

I'll ask the questions if you don't mind.

Who am I?

What do I want from you?

All in due time.

Meanwhile, enjoy your accommodations.

What do we know so far?

Um, I'm Beth Weidner.

I'm from Pittsburgh, and I have two sisters.

I don't like it. Something doesn't add up.

Oh, well, I was born in Cleveland, but I moved to Pittsburgh when I was three.

Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna dig into the breadsticks while you

go to the bar and get us a couple of drinks.

Actually, I think the waiter will... It's not a request, Weidner!

Hang on, I have to take this.

You hit the breadsticks while I go see what I can dig up on this quote-unquote

waiter. Atkins!

A serial killer.

I'll be right there.

Sorry, Wiedner.

This is gonna have to wait.

Mom?

I think I met the one.

It's bad, Lieutenant.

I think we have an animal rights fanatic who's targeting trophy hunters. He's

already kidnapped one man, stripped and mounted him.

And I have a hunch he's going to do the same to Farnsworth. Do we have any

leads? What the hell do we know about this guy?

We have a sketch from the helicopter pilot who saw Farnsworth last.

Sorry, I shouldn't have jogged over here.

Do you have any idea what's going to happen when the press figures out that

there's a crazy serial killer singling out rich white men?

We understand the stakes, sir. I want ideas!

Do we have anybody inside the animal rights movement?

We had a mole, but they rescued him and set him free.

I know someone who might know something.

Who? The zookeeper.

Tribeca? No.

Who's the zookeeper?

The zookeeper, or Dr. Thomas Hornbein, was a...

Psychopath Tribeca put away ten years ago, back when you were in diapers.

How'd you know about that? He was a world-renowned doctor of zoology and an

extremist in the animal rights movement.

He preached that humans were the ones who belonged in a zoo, not animals. So

he'd kidnap zoo-goers, lock them in his basement, feed them fruit and peanuts,

and parade animals in front of them to laugh and jeer as they humped one

another. Now he's the one who's in a cage.

Let's go talk to him. No.

I have to go alone.

We have a special relationship.

Do not touch the glass, do not approach the glass. If he attempts to pass you

something, do not take it.

If he asks what you're doing on Friday, say you have family in town.

And if he brings up Game of Thrones, you tell him you haven't seen it yet.

Hey, baby.

Hubba hubba, I like you when I see ye.

Hey, baby. Oh, bangs.

Let me just try it back on.

Dr. Hornbine?

You've been well.

Do I smell a child?

You smell a lot, doctor.

Oh, please, please sit.

So what brings you to the Menin Speedstick Maximum Security Prison?

We keep sweat locked up.

We need your help.

Hmm. That is ironic, isn't it?

Like the way Miss Piggy considers herself desirable.

We realize the unusual nature of this request, but I wouldn't be here if it

weren't a matter of life and death.

Let me put it to you this way.

I will do something for you if you do something for me.

Though there is no Latin expression that would better describe this.

What do you want? I want to be transferred to a courtyard Marriott with

an indoor pool.

I want $670,000 in cash and prizes, no matter what I be.

We can arrange that.

And I want to know something personal about you.

You're a madman.

You're gonna die in here.

As will Mr. Farnsworth.

Oh, yes, I know all about Mr.

Boosler, Mr.

Farnsworth, Ms.

Tribeca. You may want to adjust the privacy settings on your Facebook page.

What do you want to know?

Your hair, your tail, you're in heat, you have a boyfriend.

I... I mean it. Do you love him?

It's complicated.

Yes. No.

I don't know.

There was an animal rights activist that came to visit me a few years ago.

Very intense, very devoted to the cause. Perhaps too devoted.

And if you're here, that means he has struck again.

What's his name? Why is it so hard for you to let people in, Tribeca?

Because... I don't know who I am.

Oh. Wow.

That's super heavy shit.

Should talk to someone. What's his name, Dr. Hornbein?

His name was, and keep in mind these letters will be scrambled,

Obrin Thedo.

Address?

Hold on one second, let me figure out what to be scrambled.

421 Shunt Set

Treest Olds Gangly's

Calione Faye?

Okay, yeah, I got it.

Yeah, well, wait a minute, wait a minute. Let me walk you out.

There's some real maniacs in here.

All right, we figured out his name, Robin Dorsey, but we're getting nowhere

on the address.

So think, people, think.

A man's life is at stake.

Sandwich man here.

Who ordered the grilled vegetables on ciabatta? That's me.

Uh, chuntest, chun-sest?

Tushcent! No, there's no Tushcent Street. We're running out of time.

Chicken salad on rye? Right here.

I got it, I got it. It's... Meatball parmesan?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go ahead, Tanner. What do you got?

I'm sorry I lost it.

Chesnut. It's Chesnut Street. Chesnut Street.

Good, there is one of those. Nice work, Tribeca. All right, people, let's move.

I've got a tuna bomb heavy on the mustard. No name.

Bedroom one, clear.

Bedroom two, clear.

Hot pockets in the freezer, yay!

Duncan Farnsworth, LAPD, you're okay.

Who's there?

Giles?

Tanner?

Who's there?

Robin Dorsey, you're under arrest.

We have your house surrounded.

I'm warning you.

I'm warning you.

Tribeca, what are you doing wandering around the basement? We checked the

whole house and...

Oh, no.

Farnsworth, we're too late.

At least he died with a great body. Look at these lats.

Oh, my God.

He's making suits out of human clothes.

What?

Robin Dorsey, if that's even his real name. He's killing trophy hunters, and

he's giving their clothes to the animals.

With these human clothes, the animals would be able to hide in plain sight.

Totally camouflaged from their hunters.

He's got a taste for making animal outfits now.

He won't stop.

Tribeca, I know that look. Don't tell me you're developing an obsession with the

killer. No.

No, not at all.

Tribeca.

It's the killer.

Hey, you.

You know, now's a great time.