BONES SEEBONES EPISODE GUIDE

SEASON TWO
2x04 The Blonde in the Game

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BOOTH: (watching the dog) You ever have a dog, Bones?
BRENNAN: I always wanted a pig.
BOOTH: (amused scoff) A pig.
BRENNAN: Very smart, and despite the popular misconception, very clean.
BOOTH: (grinning) Yeah, I prefer my pig with a little mint, a little honey glaze –
BRENNAN: (gives him a brief look) Not funny. (turns back to watch the dog) In some cultures, dogs can guard corpses, sometimes to the point of starvation, so … shoot it.
BOOTH: I’m – I’m not shooting him for just doing what comes naturally. As far as he’s concerned, you know, finder’s keepers.
BRENNAN: That dog is compromising the integrity of my remains, so wing it – (Booth gives her a look) – him.
BOOTH: There’s another way, Bones. (steps forward, smirking a little) Dogs love me.
(Booth lowers his stance a bit, cautiously approaching the dog, hands open and unthreatening)
BOOTH: Nice doggy. Good pooch. (Buddy the dog puts the arm/hand bone down; Booth gives the dog an approving tone of voice) Ah! Niiiice doggy. Good pooch.
(As Booth reaches out, the dog barks loudly and Booth yanks his hand back)
BOOTH: Whoa! Hey, we’re just gonna wait for Animal Control.
(The dog picks up the bone again)
BRENNAN: (picking up a pine cone) I’ll do it.
BOOTH: (scoffs) Oh, yeah.
(Brennan whistles, using her fingers)
BOOTH: Yeah, a pine cone’s really gonna – (watches as Brennan heaves the pine cone away from the crime scene, for the animal to fetch) – work.

BOOTH: Don’t be mad at me, Bones. My telling you to shut up was a ploy.
BRENNAN: Now he thinks you’re an idiot.
BOOTH: Game theory, Bones, okay? (as if reciting) For two players to gain advantage over the one, they must be distinct from each other.
BRENNAN: Where’d you get that?

BRENNAN: Where’s the siren on this thing?
BOOTH: (slaps her hand away) Don’t touch –
BOOTH: Okay, Bones, I’m going in. You’re gonna wait outside.
BRENNAN: Booth –
BOOTH: (thinks she’s protesting) No, I don’t want to hear it. All right? (pulls out his weapon and racks the slide, before positioning his hands on the weapon, preparing to use it if necessary) When backup arrives, tell ’em there’s a federal agent inside.
BRENNAN: (gesturing, but Booth is not paying attention to her) But, the –
BOOTH: (looks around) Which one is it?
(Brennan clears her throat and points behind them)
BOOTH: Great. A vacant lot.
BRENNAN: I tried to tell you.

BOOTH: (sighs) All right. (he reaches down to his ankle, pulls out a small pistol from a hidden holster, and hands it to Brennan begrudgingly) Here.
BRENNAN: I didn’t even have to ask.
BOOTH: Yeah, well, just be careful, all right? Don’t shoot me. Don’t shoot Helen Majors. Otherwise –

BOOTH: Is he dead?
BOOTH: Yeah, he’s dead. (he falls back over, groaning)
BRENNAN: (dazed) I had to shoot him.
BOOTH: Yeah. (his eyes meet hers) I’m glad you did.

BOOTH: You’re upset because you think he beat us. (Brennan looks up at him) You know what? (he nods as she looks away) He did.
BRENNAN: (looks up at him again, surprised) Beat us?
BOOTH: (still nodding) Yeah.
BRENNAN: Well, you just said that he didn’t.
BOOTH: Well, I changed my mind.
BRENNAN: What, in the last three seconds?
BOOTH: You know, you’re afraid that Epps turned you into him – into a killer. (she’s listening, concerned, scared) You have to come to grips with the fact that you killed another human being. (Booth pauses, his turn to look down for a moment) Because when you kill someone, you know, there’s a cost. (he meets her eyes again) It’s a steep cost. (he pauses, voice subdued) I know. I’ve done it.
BRENNAN: (looks weary) I did the right thing.
BOOTH: I know. I was there.
BRENNAN: Oh. Look what I did.
BOOTH: It doesn’t matter.
BRENNAN: It does. It matters.
BOOTH: I got something for ya. (he reaches into his pocket)
BRENNAN: A bottle of hard liquor?
BOOTH: (smiles) The next best thing.
(He holds out his hand, palm up – it is a small, plastic toy piglet, which Booth holds out to Brennan. He holds it close to her face, and leans in.)
BOOTH: Hmm? (chuckles) Meet … (he leans even closer to her) … Jasper.
BOOTH: You’re gonna be okay.
BRENNAN: (looking up at him) Yeah?
BOOTH: (unwavering) Definitely.

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