08x20 - The Blood from the Stones

[bunniefuu]

(garbled radio transmissions, camera clicking)

Hey, what do we got?

Based on the desiccated tissue, I'd put time of death at five to seven days.

Well, nobody saw the car drive up or anyone leave.

That's why criminals like a vacant lot, I guess.

Wow, oh! That's a first.

Okay, Bones, isn't this guy a little meaty for you?

Actually, the only tissue on the body is the flesh that you can see.

Sure excited, aren't you?

I have read about this, but I have never actually seen it.

The remains decayed in two different ways because the body was exposed to two different climates. What are you saying, like, he was moved here from Florida?

She's referring to microclimates.

It occurs when there are two radically different environments in a surprisingly small area.

Well, there's rabbit ears in the pockets.

Shirt ripped open.

Someone was looking for something, that's for sure.

I'm guessing there's no I.D.?

All we found is what you see.

Huh. Cause of death?

Well, it's a little early, but I'm not going with natural causes.

(chuckles): Right, you got that right.

Well, of course she did.

The likelihood of it being anything other than m*rder is remote.

Okay, what do we got here, huh?

Toolbox, aerosol cans-- oh-ho!

Ladies and gentlemen, jackpot.

SAROYAN: Ah, sawed-off shotgun.

That's old school.

Old school's right.

Winchester Model 12.

Looks like the serial number was filed off.

Hey, let's dust this for prints, okay?

Got it.

BRENNAN: The victim was sh*t at least twice, not with a shotgun.

The b*llet shattered the fifth and sixth ribs on the right side.

BOOTH: Oh, looks like someone dug out the slugs here, so we wouldn't be able to I.D. them.

Well, I know it's early, but I'm ruling out su1c1de.

su1c1de would be impossible due to the trajectory of the b*llet through the costal cartilage.

You're right, you're absolutely right.

I'm wrong. Okay, let's go!

Let's get the climate guy back to the Jeffersonian!

It was a joke, Bones.

Well, it wasn't particularly funny.

We have Necrobia rufipes, usually found in cooler, dry climates, and Cheese Skippers in the chest cavity, that are usually found where it's hot and humid.

You've never seen them living together before?

Never.

I mean, this is like Congress, only functional.

Hello, Dr. Brennan, Dr. Hodgins.

This is Andrew Jursic.

We are in the middle of an examination, Dr. Saroyan.

Oh, this is going well already.

Hey, I know you.

You're a documentarian, right?

Wars, k*ller animals.

Oh, man, you are fearless.

No, I just realized that in a world without love, pain and death are a foregone conclusion, so why fear what you can't control?

SAROYAN: Andrew's been commissioned to sh**t a film to raise funds for the Jeffersonian, so we are to give him access to everything we do.

As long as he's not in the way.

Trust me, you won't even know I'm here.

What are you doing?

Oh, by, uh, wearing the camera, I give the audience an immersive experience.

The camera sees and feels what I see and feel.

Amazing.

No, it's ridiculous.

Cameras are inanimate objects; they have no feelings.

Well, this is gonna be just great.

How about we continue with the examination?

Yes.
(clears throat)

Dr. Jack Hodgins here.

About to analyze insects and particulates to help solve this mysterious and puzzling crime.

And now Andrew can get a good sh*t of Dr. Brennan's sidekick analyzing the particulates way over there.

Uh, I'm-I'm not a sidekick, I'm king of the lab.

Of course you are.

Quit patronizing me.

I'm-I'm king of the lab.

You should know that it is my job to direct the team while solving a case.

I'm clearly the protagonist in your film.

That's kind of my call.

The, uh, desiccated tissue has totally distorted the victim's features.

BRENNAN: Removing it in our normal manner would slow down making a facial reconstruction.

(loudly): Quickly identifying the victim is one of the first and most important things that I do.

I will remove this abdominal tissue so you can get to the bones.

Okay.

ANDREW: Ah, revolting.

I love it.

ANDREW: Drug mule.

I did a film on the Colombian cartels.

Almost got beheaded.

SAROYAN: dr*gs are certainly motive for m*rder.

Oh, these aren't dr*gs.

Diamonds.

Nice plot twist.

♪ Bones 8x20 ♪
The Blood From the Stones
Original Air Date on March 25, 2013

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

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Oh, boy.

His features are too distorted for me to get an accurate sketch.

I'd have to fill in too many variables for it to be usable.

Well, I'm trying to fix that for you right now.

This is diluted maceration fluid.

Combined with radiant heat, it just might rehydrate and soften his skin.

You really are one of them, you know that?

"Them"?

The big brains who belong here.

(chuckles)

You just hide it.

And you dress a lot better.

I'm ready for my close-up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Brennan thinks this film is all about her.

Ah.

The Jeffersonian board asked for Dr. Edison.

Another scientist is always a valuable addition.

And they thought it would also be a good idea for me to, uh, temper Dr. Brennan's usual abrasive manner.

Does Brennan know about this?

Know about what?

Clark will be working alongside Brennan for the film.

Uh-oh. Yeah.

Dr. Hodgins, diamonds.

Yes, the diamonds are all gem quality, valued at about 200 grand.

They were all pried from settings, rings, necklaces.

So, they were stolen.

Oh, my God!

(gasps)

Why is this not being filmed?

Am I missing something?

Holy crap!

You might want to start snapping photos now, Angela.

Who knows where this is gonna go?

Oh, Seeley Booth. Yeah?

The VIN number and license plate from the victim's vehicle came back stolen.

That's okay.

We got a match on Angela's, uh, facial reconstruction.

Quentin Coles? Yep.

Oh, here we go.

Mr. Coles worked as a security guard for Oscar Schultz's Diamond Wholesalers.

Right?

I guess we now know where, uh, he got the diamonds that he swallowed.

And he's got a criminal record. Right.

You'd think a diamond merchant hires a security guard, he does some kind of background check.

Well, I'll tell you what, maybe the diamond merchant wanted a crooked security guard.

Birds of a feather... Flock together.

Okay, also, four of Oscar's customers, last year, accused him of swapping out their real diamonds with glass when they got their rings cleaned.

Crooked security guard steals already stolen diamonds-- what can Oscar do except take care of it himself?

Exactly-- cheers to that.

What are you doing drinking coffee when you should be questioning Oscar Schultz for the possible m*rder of Quentin Coles?

Sometimes you need a cup of coffee to refresh yourself.

That's okay, you already ruined my experience anyway.

Thanks.

Well, thanks for the coffee.

Right, well, it's two days old, by the way.

I love old things.

Ah, Dr. Brennan. Mr. Jursic.

Dr. Edison, what are you doing here?

Forensics is my domain, historical anthropology is yours.

True, but the board wanted me to, um...

They wanted me to back up your findings and perhaps make them a bit more presentable for the film.

I am capable of that.

Look, people are gonna want to give the kid money.

You, I'm not so sure. What are you...?

Why do you have a camera on your head?

Well, as the protagonist, it makes sense that you'd want sh*ts from my point of view.

Dr. Edison, please try to provide information that would give a donor the confidence to donate.

Uh, you see, Hodgins just returned the rib shards from being swabbed, so I haven't yet had a chance to assemble them.

There's absolutely no useful information in what you just told me.

(chuckles)

Such a unique sense of humor.

But... the victim had extensive remodeled, antemortem breaks.

Note... the blowout fracture to the ocular orbit.

Congruent with a punch.

This wound to the sternum could have come from a blade.

Remodeling shows that all of these injuries occurred between two and five years ago.

They have no bearing on our immediate investigation.

Based on striations, this injury to the ulna deserves our attention.

The b*llet wound.

Those who live by the sword get sh*t by those who don't.

Good one.

Huh? Like it?

Just off the top of my head.

That's not even the saying.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab for particulates.

Kid, you are a natural.

(laughs): Ah... thanks, man.

I got more.

MAN: Beautiful diamond for a beautiful lady?

No wedding band-- I assume this is for an engagement.

Bones. Uh, yes?

Are you here to buy me an engagement ring?

(chuckles): Uh, no.

My, my...

Boyfriend.

Boyfr-- boyfriend?

No, that seems weird to call the father of my child "boyfriend."

Fiancé?

Bones? Yes?

Yes, am I your fiancé?

No.

Uh, we have a deal that he'll never ask me to marry him.

Uh-huh.

When the time comes to marry, which I do not foresee, he believes that I will ask him.

Then keep these beauties in mind, darling.

N-No, w-we're, we're not here for that.

These are VS1, conflict-free diamonds from Canada.

Let's get on with the show. Oh.

Look how shiny that badge is.

Yeah, that's really shiny. So you're Oscar Schultz?

Uh, yes, how can I help you?

I'm FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here is my partner...

And girlfriend.

...Dr. Temperance Brennan.

So, you know this man?

I, uh, oh.

(sighs)
His name is Quentin Coles.

That's all I'm gonna tell you about him.

Why? Don't you people have some kind of-- I don't know-- maybe some kind of alert?

Did Quentin Coles work here?

Sort of.

Sort of for how long, sort of?

Uh, I am really not supposed to...

These look familiar to you?

Damn, I never thought I'd see them again.

They're yours?

Yes, but when Coles took them, I...

No, I shouldn't be saying anything.

Because you're hiding something.

I think so.

You think so?

Uh, I have to call the police.

You have to check a card to call 911?

Excuse me, let me see that.

I'll make that phone call for you, huh, see what's really going on here.

Detective Dinco? Joe Dinco.

D.C. Metro.

Yeah, Joe.

It's Booth. Yeah, well, I'm here with a friend of yours, Oscar Schultz.

Seems like the two of you have something in common.

Right.

Meet me in my office in a half an hour.

I don't understand.

Victim was an undercover cop.

What happened to his face?

Well, his body was in a car for several days before he was found.

Commander Dinco, just to be clear, you are identifying the man in these photos as Quentin Coles, correct?

His real name is Detective Reuben Martin.

Coles was his undercover identity we set up for him at Metro.

I'm sorry, Joe; I know how tough this is to lose one of your own.

Yeah. Thanks.

You know, I wondered why I hadn't heard from him in a while.

What was Reuben working on? He was closing in on a two-man crew that's been hitting ATMs throughout the city.

So far, they've made off with about a million and a half.

Okay, look, why are you and the U.S. Attorney interested?

I thought you were handing this over to me.

This is a local D.C. matter.

The vacant lot where the detective was found was federal land that Senator Brazina is trying to develop.

An unsolved m*rder on that property makes that more difficult, so I got my marching orders.

You understand, cherie.

Agent Booth, you know me. I run a good division.

I'll find who did this. We just want to help.

Okay? When an officer goes down, all of us are affected here.

It's no reflection on you, Joe.

Yeah.

Reuben was a good man. In eight years, he never banged in sick, he never dogged it.

And you think these cash machine clowns were the ones who k*lled him? He was getting close.

That's why he was working at the jewelry store.

They were buying diamonds to wash the cash.

Exactly.

ATM cash is traceable.

When'd you lose track of him?

(sighs)
Six days ago.

Did Reuben have any family?

Just his wife Lauren.

Oh, God.

I got to call. I'll take care of that.

Don't worry about it. And we have a shrink here who handles that kind of stuff.

Joe, we also found, uh, diamonds in Reuben's stomach.

What? Yeah, we're thinking he lifted the stones from the store.

No, not Reuben. Wouldn't be the first time a cop got tempted to treat himself after looking at his paycheck.

Reuben was clean.

Now, look, I'll work with you, but you better watch yourselves.

Reuben was my friend.

I understand that, but we have to ask.

You would do the same thing, Joe.

Okay, this time, try to be a little less stiff, Dr. Brennan.

Excuse me?

You know, more, uh, more casual and, uh, likable.

Like, uh, Edison there.

Let me take this, Tempe.

As you can see, the directionality of the bone splintering on the ribs suggests that he was sh*t twice in his torso and once on the ulna.

Yes, yes, and... all on the right side.

The sh*t to the ulna appears to have been a glancing blow, and the size of the wounds indicate...

This is absurd. Indicates that the sh*t to the ribs was made by a large-caliber b*llet.

And the wound to the ulna was from a smaller caliber b*llet.

BOTH: The victim was sh*t with two different g*ns.

Okay, now, that was genius.

I actually am a genius.

(quietly): Oh, wow.

The swabs from the glancing blow to-- oh.

(chuckles): Hello.

The swabs from the glancing blow to the ulna contain concrete aggregate, traces of dried algae and peregrine falcon feces.

So the wound to the ulna was the result of a ricochet off of a concrete structure.

The b*llet transferred the material from the object it struck... to the victim's ulna.

Yes. Yes.

(quietly): Uh, can I get a camera, too?

Dr. Hodgins, solving a m*rder is more important than a camera.

And you'll look better on camera without that thing on your head.

Right.

(clears throat)

The algae is Enteromorpha, which is found in shallow water.

And peregrine falcons are quite rare, so that must be a clue.

Solving the case is our business, Mr. Jursic.

Uh, no, he's-he's actually, uh, correct.

They're not on the endangered species list anymore, but they are still being tracked.

I did a little film for Nat Geo called Birds, Our Flighty Friends.

(chuckles)

The only local pair of peregrine falcons are nesting here underneath the Benjamin Banneker, um, M-Memorial Bridge in... in Washington, D.C.

Smile, sweetheart-- this is good news.

I'll tell Booth.

I'm not a sweetheart.

SWEETS:
We're very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Martin.

We're gonna find out who's responsible for your husband's death.

It's Dinco.

Uh, why do you say that?

Dinco kept promising that the next case would be his last.

Always lured Reuben, saying that there would be a raise in it for him.

The only person who ever got a raise was Dinco, because of the work that Reuben did.

Well, the-the politics of undercover work can be very complicated.

We just wanted a vacation.

Florida.
(sniffles)

Nothing big.

You know, South Beach for a couple weeks.

But... even if we had the money, he couldn't take the time when he was working cases.

(crying): And now...

I'm sorry.

He deserved a good life.

We both did.

We had all these plans when we got married.

Now they're all gone.

I'm sorry. Here.

Did, uh, Reuben discuss his last case with you?

Reuben never talked to me about his cases.

'Cause he didn't want me to worry.

I don't care what anybody says.

I don't care who pulled the trigger.

Reuben is dead because of Dinco.

Oh...

It's okay. It's gonna be all right, okay?

(sobbing)

Oh, there you are.

I brought you the files for the last two cases Reuben Martin worked.

Shouldn't these go to Booth?

Booth has them.

But they also show where Martin lived then, and I thought they might give you some environmental hooey that might show up in his hair or teeth or whatever it is you people look for in your crystal...

...balls.

That's Andrew Jursic.

He's doing a fund-raising film for the Jeffersonian.

Huh?

H-His name. Andrew?

(softly): Andrew.

Name's Jursic.

Andrew Jursic.

Caroline, cherie.

My name is Caroline.

Of course it is.

"Caroline" means "song of happiness."

Mm.

Ms. Julian is the U.S. Attorney assigned to this case.

You have a camera on your head.

I know.

But it keeps my hands free.

That could come in handy.

J'espere.

Pale Creole, cherie?

Suffie'.

You speak Creole?

Enough to get into trouble.

I spent some time in New Orleans after the hurricane.

SAROYAN: Okay, well, this has been fun, but Ms. Julian and I have things to discuss, so...

Of course.

J'espere a plut tar, Caroline.

J'espere.

Carol...

(garbled radio transmissions)

You know, Bones, there's a lot of concrete pillars around here with missing chunks.

It's gonna be hard to find where the b*llet actually hit.

Well, we might find blood traces indicating where he was sh*t. (sniffs)

What are you doing?

You smell like perfume.

Oh. The victim's wife-- she had a breakdown.

Oh. Her husband d*ed in the line of duty, I wanted to make sure that she knew that somebody cared, so I gave her a shoulder to cry on.

Oh, wait, we're at work. You can't do that.

I don't care.

I love you.

Whoa, don't step in the bird feces.

Bird feces?

Oh, thanks.

Falcons must have a nest nearby.

That would be where the ricochet marks will be.

MAN: Agent Booth! Yeah?

Over here.

BOOTH: What is it? It looks like a b*llet hit.

Definitely looks like a b*llet hit.

(birds squawking)

BRENNAN: Whoa.

BOOTH: Whoa what? Falcons.

They wouldn't be down here unless they were guarding something.

BOOTH: What is it?

Oh... well, it looks like someone was in a hurry to leave and they forgot this.

(groans)

That's a dead foot.

The shoe protected the tissue from decomposition.

And based on the distal fibula and the histological analysis of the osteons, the foot belongs to a Caucasian female in her early 20s. No record of anyone showing up at a hospital missing a foot in the last week.

Level of decay places time of dismemberment at six days.

Which is approximately the same time Reuben was sh*t and k*lled.

You should look at the camera when you are talking.

I'm sorry, I thought that was Andrew's job.

But Andrew's not here, and this is a crucial part of the case.

You want the Jeffersonian to get their funds, don't you?

Of course.

Okay.

(clears throat)

There appears to be foreign bodies in the flesh and bone.

Buckshot-- double- or triple-ought.

The foot was blown off by a shotgun.

My guess the shotgun Booth found in Reuben's SUV.

We don't guess; we're scientists.

Of course not.

But the particulates embedded in Reuben's arm place him at the bridge, so by... logical extension, I posit Reuben's involvement in this dismemberment.

That is better.

(camera beeps)

Do you think Dr. Edison is more likable than I am?

(sighs): Oh.

Likability is so... subjective.

Not always.

Pol Pot couldn't have been likable.

Maybe at parties.

Dr. Brennan, you are without question the most brilliant forensic anthropologist in the country.

And I like you very, very much.

Well, that settles it.

(camera beeps)
Based on what I'm seeing, losing her foot wouldn't have k*lled this woman.

So she's probably still out there somewhere.

Yes. Limping.

MONTENEGRO:
I pulled video footage from all the ATMs the crew robbed.

Their faces were never on camera, and they were usually in and out within two minutes.

Smart.

I hate smart criminals. I haven't even gotten to the smart part yet. They used a remote hack to get the ATMs' I.P. addresses, uploaded a program that commanded the ATMs to spit out all their cash when a coded card was inserted.

They're dancing! Look at 'em!

Gonna be tough to dance on one foot now.

I was able to trace the ATMs' root code to a rental house that uses the Carlisle University server.

The tenants of the rental house are...

College kids.

Paula Byrne and Marcos Herrera.

Cyber criminology majors at Carlisle University, College Park.

Good work, Angela.

I'll get a warrant.

(gasps)

Andrew.

Uh, an "excuse me" would be nice.

Sure. Excuse me.

Okay.

What's this about?

I'm just... obtaining some transitional footage of people while they work.

(sighs)

I-I need some personal advice.

"A," I don't do that, and "B,"

I especially don't do it on Candid Camera.

Oh, yeah, right.

Uh... it's about Caroline.

Oh, God.

I just want to know if she's married or if she has a boyfriend.

(sighs)

Caroline is currently unattached.

She's divorced.

I hope it was ugly and painful and that she's had no second thoughts.

Yeah, I-I thought you didn't believe in love.

Aw, me, too.

But maybe you could offer some small details of her personal life.

Oh, God, seriously? I just need some insight into who she really is.

She... recently got a... furry cover for her steering wheel.

God, I have furry dice!

This is kismet!

Thank you so much, Dr. Saroyan.

(grunts)
God bless.

(quietly): Yeah!

BRENNAN: The university said that Paula and Marcos registered to this house.

Cam says this filmmaker guy has this thing for Caroline.

Wha-- A thing? What kind of a thing?

He likes her.

Ooh, well, we should warn Caroline.

Whoa, why? No. He's not a bad guy.

You know, Caroline, she's been alone for a long time.

(doorbell rings)
Let Cupid do its thing.

(knocking)
FBI. Open up.

Whoa. (sniffs) Booth? Yeah?

I smell putrefaction.

There could be a corpse in there.

FBI.

Okay, just... stay behind me, you understand?

(Booth exhales)

(whispers): It is a bad smell.

(door creaking)

That's Paula Byrne.

(coughs)

(groans)

(coughing)
The end of her leg is gangrened.

Someone improvised a tourniquet and cauterized her arteries with a lighter and a coat hanger.

Hey, where's your roommate? Where's Marcos?

She needs an ambulance.

I'll call it in. Paula?

Paula, can you hear me?

(groaning)

Yeah, it's Booth.

(groaning)

Hold on, hold on. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, I said! Hold on!

Where's your roommate? Where's Marcos?

She needs pain meds.

Not yet. Booth, she needs medication-- she's clearly not doing well, Booth.

In better shape than Reuben Martin, huh?

You want those meds? You want those meds?

Tell me where your roommate is-- Marcos.

I don't know! What happened at the bridge?

God, give me something for the pain!

That is enough, sir! I said no! She sh*t a cop, all right?

You don't have her until I'm done, you understand? Now, talk!

We wanted to exchange our cash for diamonds, and the fence showed up with diamonds...

God! Booth!

Not until she's finished, you understand? What happened?

He pulled out a shotgun and... took our money, and Marcos freaked out and sh*t, and the guy sh*t back blew my foot off!

Yeah, you sh*t, too.

I didn't sh**t anybody.

The guy was a cop-- he was m*rder*d in his car.

Did Marcos do it?

PAULA: Marcos was with me, stopping the bleeding.

(sobbing): My foot!

Please. Paula, where's Marcos?

Where? Where?

Paula? Paula!

(groans)
She's all yours.

I need that hyrdromorphone. Standing by.

Okay, come on, let's get her out of here.

Go ahead, move it! All right.

DINCO: So, I, uh, I heard you got a little rough with our one- footed suspect.

I just asked her a few questions before they drove her off in an ambulance.

Hey, don't get me wrong; I'm on your side.

So, what did she say?

She said that Reuben was dirty, that he ripped them off, that's why the sh**ting started.

He also blew her foot off with a shotgun.

I don't believe it.

Kid was delirious, right?

Diamonds in the stomach, cash gone missing-- doesn't sound too farfetched to me, Joe.

Wait a second, I thought you were on our side.

Oh, I'll do anything to help out a fellow cop, except... if they're trying to break the law.

I don't like the way you're looking at me, Booth.

There's something I'm not getting here, Joe.

Someone who's in charge of all these officers, and yet... you really don't know what's going on?

So this is what it means by "FBI cooperation"? Okay.

Think what you want.

I have all my men looking for the roommate.

So do I.

So when we bring him in, that's when we'll find out what happened to Reuben.

Thanks for your time.

Yeah.

CAROLINE: You could've just sent the results to my office, cherie.

Andrew thought it'd be good for the film to show how the Jeffersonian and the federal prosecutor's office work together.

Oh, did he?

I know how to please an audience.

You realize you're just filming me?

Just trying to keep my camera happy.

(giggles)

Okay, then.

Do you see these molds?

By examining the general rifling characteristics, the number and measurements of... the land and groove striations, and... the direction of the twists on the cast... (sighs) the sh*ts to the ribs were made by a .38 caliber b*llet, fired from a w*apon issued by the D.C. police.

Commander Dinco, be still my heart.

Ooh, no need for that.

Ooh, I'm glad he's gone.

BRENNAN:
Reuben was sh*t at close range.

No struggle.

Evidence suggests that the k*ller was sitting right next to him.

Someone he trusted, someone he worked with.

Someone who had a .38 issued by the police department.

(groans)
I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

That it looks like it could be a fellow police officer.

That must be very painful for you; the betrayal.

Yeah. It happens, you know?

(phone ringing)
Booth.

DISPATCHER: This is Kendell, sir.

We got a hit on the APB for the second suspect, Marcos Herrera.

His car was spotted pulling into a parking garage at Wheaton Plaza on level three.

'91 Volkswagen Jetta, license plate: R-5-6-9-J-Q.

We're ten minutes away. Anyone else know?

Commander Dinco was notified, too. He was on the list.

Dinco. Okay, we're on our way.

Hold on, Bones.

(siren wailing, tires screeching)

(tires screech)

BOOTH: Yep.

That's got to be Marcos's car.

Yeah.

Well, he could be here anywhere.

Dinco, too.

Man, what's up?!

What's your problem, man?!

Oh. Over here. DINCO: Not a word, you hear me?

MARCOS: Stop! Cop! Hey!

Whoa!

MARCOS: Stop!

(grunts)

You like k*lling cops?!

Keep your mouth shut!

Shut up! Not a word, you hear me?

Don't say... BOOTH: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's going on, Joe?

You... you broke his nose!

Wait, you... you got the wrong idea.

Do I?
(panting): Yeah.

BOOTH: You were telling him to keep his mouth shut.

(scoffs quietly)

I'm a cop-- I know all about using an uncomfortable silence to make a suspect talk.

Then why'd you talk first?

This is gonna be a walk in the park.

I'm going to leave now.

No, you're in custody.

Don't make me arrest a fellow cop. Arrest?

On what charge?

I have a statement here, signed by Special Agent Booth, saying that he observed you using excessive force on a suspect.

I was apprehending the suspect, that's all.

That's not what I saw.

What did you see?

I saw a cop b*ating the hell out of someone he wanted to keep quiet, that's what I saw.

He k*lled Reuben; that's why I did it.

Same reason you went after that girl.

I stopped. You think I was gonna k*ll that kid?

I do. He's the one trying to keep an open mind.

If I wanted to k*ll him, he'd be dead.

Reuben's got what, over $200,000 worth of diamonds in his stomach?

So now I'm thinking you knew something, but you didn't say anything.

So I got to ask myself why.

I don't. 'Cause I already made up my mind.

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

BRENNAN: Dr. Saroyan said that you found something. Yes. Now, look, I double-checked everything, but the one thing I did notice is the area on the rib fragments around the entry wounds is a bit discolored.

You see this small pockmarking on the bones? Yes.

It's stippling.

Unburned gunpowder seared into the bone.

Very good, Dr. Edison.

Where is Mr. Jursic?

This is a crucial moment in the case.

I believe he's at the florist.

I must admit, I feel more comfortable without him here.

Me, too.

I thought you enjoyed the limelight, Dr. Edison.

I was wrong.

I like the pure science, no distractions.

As do I.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

Have Dr. Hodgins analyze the stippling.

Right away.

I did not flee. All right?

He identified himself as police, and I put my hands up.

So he pushed you in that stairwell? Yes.

And he b*at you up for no reason? That's correct.

That's a lie.

You know how many stairwells we have in this building?

I'm not here. I'm somewhere else, not hearing or seeing any of this.

Here's an added bonus-- you know, our stairwells are soundproof.

You could break your neck trying to run away from me.

I'm not trying to run away.

Not yet; but you're gonna want to answer my questions very carefully.

Where's the money?

What mon...

If you say "what money,"
I'll drag you to the nearest stairwell.

I'm in a totally different place.

A man with a shotgun took all the money.

A man with a shotgun. Right.

This man?

Yes.

He was police?

You think I k*lled a police officer?

The thing about police getting k*lled, we don't stop until we find the k*ller.

I didn't k*ll him. We didn't know he was a cop.

He was... he was a fence. He took all our money and blew off my girlfriend's foot.

Where'd you get the cash?

Look, I don't want to admit anything that I shouldn't.

Listen to me very carefully.

The next thing you admit to is the difference between life in prison with no chance of parole... or 20 years.

20 years is a long time, but it's not life.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Yeah. Okay.

So... what's it gonna be?

We stole the money from ATMs.

We were gonna get the diamonds from him, smuggle them back to Colombia, sell them.

That's how you were going to launder the stolen money?

We're thieves... not K*llers.

Especially not cop K*llers, man.

(sighs)

So, these are the results of the materials in the stippling.

Gunpowder, as expected.

But it also contained leather particulates and a tiny bit of aerosolized alcohol that was mixed with jasmine.

Perfect.

Why?

Please do not insert yourself into the film, Mr. Jursic.

Go on, Dr. Hodgins.

Right. Uh, so, the victim's clothing was made of cotton, and his belt, shoes and the interior of the vehicle, they were all synthetic.

You've been following this case.

I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat wondering where that leather and alcohol came from.

Yes, I am.

Good. Then that will make for an excellent film.

So, we recovered the g*n and the money from the safe in your home.

The g*n matches the one that was used to k*ll your husband, and the serial numbers on the money matches the stolen cash from the ATMs.

I never even knew we had a safe.

Reuben must have kept it a secret. Secret.

Okay, so you're saying that your husband returned the g*n to your "secret safe" after it was used to m*rder him; is that what you're saying?

I'm saying I-I don't know anything.

I'm gonna enjoy prosecuting this one.

k*lling a police officer, honey, that's the death penalty.

First you'll have to prove I did it to a judge and jury. We got proof.

We got proof that you fired that g*n inside your leather purse.

We also know that the b*llet broke your bottle of Aqua Nobile perfume in your purse. Even that fine scent can't hide your real smell.

One woman's opinion. Not only did you k*ll a cop, but you k*lled a good man.

You threatened to leave him if he didn't quit his job as an undercover cop.

He stole those diamonds for her?

He loved her, right?

He gave up his whole career for her, right?

But she still k*lled him.

No accounting for love.

Admit it! He gave you what you wanted.

You didn't want it anymore. I wanted it!

I just didn't want Reuben.

(laughs)

Ah, I like a woman with an appetite.

I like a man who knows how to slick a thirst.

Mm.

Can we drop all the '40s lingo, cherie?

Yes, of course.

I mean, all the suggestive stuff is fun, but...

It did its job, and now here we are in your favorite restaurant?

Who told you that? Hodgins?

It was Hodgins.

Just because I eat lunch here every day does not mean it's my favorite restaurant.

Well, that's good to hear, because I know some great places.

Mm.

Ethiopian, Cajun, of course.

We could go now.

Monsieur, I already filled up on French fries and mushroom caps, but maybe a nightcap somewhere else?

Ah.

I love a woman who knows how her evening's going to end.

♪ You can call me, I'll come running ♪
♪ No matter where I am

♪ Hey, you can count on me

♪ To call me, yes, you can BRENNAN:
Well, as the protagonist, it makes sense that you would want sh*ts from my point of view.

Dr. Edison, please provide information that would give a donor the confidence to donate.

EDISON: Hodgins just brought back the rib shards.

I haven't yet had a chance to assemble them.

There's absolutely no useful information in what you just told me.

(laughs)

Such a unique sense of humor.

What's this?

The victim...

It's, uh... footage from the fundraising documentary.

Mr. Jursic refers to me as "stern and imperious."

Come on, Bones.

The guy is a clown, all right?

Don't listen to that guy.

Come on, we have 7:30 dinner reservations.

But he's right, Booth.

I-I look like a really, really mean lady. No!

You're just really, really focused there.

And rude. If Clark wasn't in this, the Jeffersonian wouldn't raise a dime.

(sighs)

Am I always like this? No, you know, this was just a very particularly stressful case.

For you, because it was a cop m*rder, not for me.

You know what, Bones, I think when I'm upset, you're upset because you're sympathetic.

Well, that would be empathetic.

The point is... you're not always, like, this mean person.

Because if I were, you'd leave me for a nice person.

I'm not gonna leave you for a nice person, because you are a nice person.

Not like that, you know, mean person.

Let's shut that for now.

That's funny, because we are the same person.

Perhaps it's my sense of humor that's kept us together.

Got to be your sense of humor.

Well, it doesn't have to be, Booth.

Absolutes are not...

Mm.

Are you just trying to keep me quiet?

Yeah, come on, they're gonna sit us by the kitchen.

In a minute.

Bones... Okay, we... really got to go or we're gonna be late.

We got 7:30 dinner reservations.

Well, I was enjoying myself.

All right, well, I'll tell you what.

You can kiss me at the red lights.

Come on. Okay, okay.

I haven't eaten since breakfast.

All right, I said okay.

Let me get my bag. Let's go, get your bag.

All right, now you're a nice person, very nice.

I said okay. Why you so mean?

What's that mean?