Zoo

Hey, Murdoch.

What's the matter, boy?

What are you looking at?

Hey, shh...

It's okay, there's nothing out there.

Hey, Dock.

Come on, hey, quit your whimpering, eh?

Let's get back to camp.

Come on. Come on, Dock.

Hey, Dock, come on.

For centuries, mankind has been the dominant species.

We've domesticated animals,

locked them up, killed them for sport.

But what if, all across the globe,

the animals decided, "No more"?

What if they finally decided to fight back?

Get ready to have a good day.

Five accepted mass extinction events.

What are you doing?

Did he say you could look at that?

No.

He's out cold with a hangover.

Go and get the trucks ready.

Rise and shine, Jackson.

We have a dozen impatient Swedes

waiting for us to show them the rhino.

Go away.

The dinosaurs sensed the impending devastation.

You're not going away, are you?

Major biotic crises...

volcanic, glacial, oceanic.

Global de-evolution, extinction events.

Catastrophic.

Devastating.

What if, prior to any of these events,

the animals knew what was coming?

Though we may be too ignorant,

too unwilling to recognize it,

we can even ignore the... the defiant pupil.

Denial is...

What does your father mean, Jackson?

I'm confused.

Of course you are, little man.

It's gibberish.

What does he mean when he says

"The defiant pupil"?

I don't know. He was a professor.

He had a student who wouldn't listen.

Defiant, like you, Daniel.

Now, go see to the trucks and put the radio parts on the plane.

We'll bring them out to Simon this afternoon.

- Radio parts? - The radio at Simon's camp is on the blink.

I thought we could fly out there and help them fix it.

I haven't been able to reach him for two days.

What is this?

A potion.

To help

remedy the effects of drinking with the Swedes.

Come on. Don't be such a coward.

It's just lemon, nutmeg,

grape seed oil, herbs.

And two heaping tablespoons of baboon dung.

This delta is an actual oasis in an arid climate.

There have been over 70 species of fish

that have been catalogued to live in this delta.

Now, the thing to remember about the black rhino,

which is why they're tricky to find,

is that they live in transitional habitats.

What the hell'd you do that for?!

We are opposed to animal murder in this zip code.

I have a valid license to hunt that rhino.

Well, just because it's legal doesn't make it right.

Are you kidding me?

I paid 200 grand for that license.

Well, I paid nine dollars for this hat.

Seems like we both got ripped off.

We have a problem here?

N-No problem, Rafiki.

What do you mean "No problem"?

Trust me, Mr. Weber. There is no problem.

Enjoy the beautiful day.

She really said she wants an open relationship?

- Yeah, she did. - That is kind of awesome, no?

Uh... sure.

Until you factor in the secondary component.

Which is? - So can she.

So can she what?

Sleep with anybody she wants to.

And I can't get mad. Really?

Really.

Can I have her cell phone number?

I got to be honest,

the moment she said that,

I lost all interest in other women.

It's like when you're a kid and your ma says

you can have all the French fries you want.

Then suddenly you don't want French fries.

You know what I mean, dude?

Three dead and five others wounded

as a pair of lions escaped City of Angels Zoo

and made their way

into the crowded Mid-Wilshire section of Hollywood,

where they killed two more men in an alley.

It took LAPD and Animal Control Services till nearly sunrise

to take them down.

Yes, I understand. You said that.

And please tell Mr. Fremer

that I do not accept that explanation.

Why? Well, for one thing,

those lions behaved entirely out of character.

They escaped the zoo by killing their trainer,

a trainer who had been with them for years,

since they were cubs.

They've had a regular routine for all of that time,

until eight months ago when the zoo began feeding its animals

with food from Reiden Global. - Campbell.

So for Mr. Fremer to say that there's no correlation...

Campbell.

She wants to see you. - I got a thing.

Yeah, she doesn't care about your thing.

Now.

First, let me direct you to the masthead.

This paper's masthead.

My paper's masthead.

Which indicates it's owned by...

GDJ International.

Now I'd like to direct your attention to this.

It's a blog.

It's called Somewhat Damaged.

And it's written by a person who calls herself

the Girl with the Genie Tattoo.

Never heard of it.

No? Oh, it's your typical noisy,

nosy firebrand crap.

Raging at injustice and corporate misconduct.

But the Girl with the Genie Tattoo

has a specific hatred

for a particular biotechnology company.

Okay.

This is her latest entry.

Perhaps you'd like to read the highlighted part

out loud.

"Lawrence Fremer, Chairman of the L.A. Parks Services,

"is the latest to fall prey

"to the evil agrochemical company's pettifoggery

"when he agreed to a service contract with Reiden Global,

"and, as a consequence, two lions ran amok,

killing three people."

And can you guess who owns Reiden Global?

GDJ International.

Okay. What does any of this have to do with me?

Come on, Jamie. Don't take us for fools.

I've been editing your copy for two years now.

And you've used the word "pettifoggery" on several occasions.

I know, because I had to look it up.

And based on that flimsy logic,

you think I'm the person who's writing this blog?

Are you gonna force me to ask you to strip down

so we can see whether or not somewhere on your body

is the tattoo of a genie?

When we get to Simon's camp,

I'm going to talk to him about Daniel.

He has big dreams.

He wishes to be a scientist, like the great Robert Oz.

He's always asking why.

Why is the sky blue? Why does the plane fly?

Why does the lion roar?

Me, I'm a man of pleasure.

I prefer "when."

When is my next meal? When is my next drink?

When is my next woman?

And I prefer "how,"

as in how will I get you to stop talking?

Besides, if Daniel really wants to be a scientist,

he shouldn't be watching those tapes.

They're nonsense.

Extinction events and dinosaurs and...

All those tapes really document

is a brilliant man coming unhinged.

As you have said,

"all men are unknowable.

But with animals you know where you stand."

My friend, Jackson Oz, the philosopher

of the Okavango Delta.

Animals are predictable.

They want food. They want shelter.

They don't have egos. They don't have insecurities.

They don't kill themselves.

No. They don't do that either.

Where are the kuwakaribisha girls,

with their welcomes and hot towels and cold lemonade?

Maybe they're just over you and your excessive flirting.

Well, the safari vehicles are out.

But the cook staff? Housekeeping?

They never leave.

Bandits?

There's been no report of bandit activity

in this area in years.

I'm sure there's a simple explanation for all this, Abe.

The radio's working.