09x03 - El Carnicero en el Coche

[bunniefuu]

Whew! Oh, ho, ho, little lady!

Whew, you're as pretty as they come.

Uh-uh, no way, no way, not again!

Hey, hold your horses, there, partner.

You know the old saying:

"Finders keepers, losers go home."

I have to tow this car.

I was sent here by my dispatcher.

Hey, I'm just trying to do some good.

The fact the city gives me $100 per to get these wrecks off the street?

That's just coincidence.

Come on, bro.

I have a family. My... my little girl needs braces.

Last time I heard that story, it was about your dying mother. Her, too.

The mold from the flood has spread to her dialysis machine.

Gotta make sure the emergency brake's off.

You've taken four towing jobs from me this month.

You're going to put me out of business.

All right. You got me. You can have the car.

Really? Yeah.

No need to make a big deal about it.

I'm, uh, just being a good guy.

(gasps)

(truck engine revs)

Bastard!

SWEETS: See you. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, Sweets!

Geez, Booth!

Hey!

You scared me.

I work with the FBI.

I'm used to sneaking up on people.

What are you doing here? What am I doing here?

What, I haven't seen you in a few weeks, and that's the greeting I get?

Of course. It's good to see you, man.

That's okay. I wasn't fishing for a hug.

Right. What, you just came to check up on me, or...?

Well, you haven't checked in, you haven't called.

Yeah, I-I-I've been really busy.

I guess time got away from me, you know?

Look, Sweets, I know you feel responsible for those two guys that Pelant k*lled.

Wow.

Who's the shrink now?

It wasn't your fault.

This isn't about Pelant, okay?

I like helping these kids.

I'm making a difference.

You really like it here?

Yeah. I really do. I like it here.

And I'm sorry I... haven't kept in touch.

I guess I just thought you wouldn't understand, you know?

I understand.

Just do me a favor, okay?

I'll take care of myself.

Not that. But that's great.

Uh, but, you know, if I have a case, and-and you're on leave, can I still call you for help?

Yeah, if you think it's something that only I can help you with, of course.

Great.

It was good to see you, Booth.

Good to see you, too, Sweets.

Take care, all right?

Maybe Sweets really doesn't want to work at the FBI anymore.

He's a profiler.

It's what he does.

Studies show, due to extended life spans, the American male is most likely to make a career change in his mid- to late 20s.

Supraorbital ridge indicates the victim was male.

He's just taking his vacation time.

Sounds healthy to me. HODGINS: Are you saying we're not healthy because we work all the time?

Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying.

And there's no tissue for me here.

No DNA after a cookout like this.

We ran the plates.

They're stolen, from out of state.

Then you should call Agent Booth.

This is his jurisdiction now.

Thank God.

Prominent malar and intermediate nasal spine collectively suggest Hispanic descent.

Any way you can get the VIN so we can trace the car?

Yeah, sure.

(all gasp)

Oh, seriously?

I hate messing up evidence.

That's okay, Dr. Hodgins.

You couldn't have known how fragile the car was.

I think he could have.
(sighs) Thank you, Dr. B., because I wasn't feeling bad enough as it is.

We should probably just take the car back to the lab.

The whole thing? Well, I'm not compromising any more evidence.

And that's the only way to retrieve the bones.

The seat and the metal have melted around them.

What is that?

HODGINS: It looks like a cleaver.

BRENNAN: It could be the m*rder w*apon.

Careful.

HODGINS: Oh!

I couldn't have foreseen that.

Yeah, you could've.

Good, good, good, good.

I got it. I got it.

Whoa! Whoa.

But that was a surprise.

♪ Bones 9x03 ♪
El Carnicero en el Coche
Original Air Date on September 30, 2013

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

♪

An open fracture to the right parietal bone just above the squamosal suture.

It appears to be sharp-force trauma.

Okay, that thing looks pretty sharp: Of course.

It's a meat axe. Butchers use it to...

To chop up cows.

Yeah, I get it.

So far, there's no evidence that this was used on the victim.

Well, what about that gash to the head?

The cause was more likely a b*llet wound.

But the shape suggests...

The shape suggests that intense heat distorted what was once a much smaller hole.

BRAY: You're right.

Why is that surprising?

(acetylene torch hissing)

SAROYAN: Dr. Hodgins!

Oh.

Hey.

All I asked for was the VIN number of the vehicle.

Yeah, and next, I'm sure you're gonna want the bones, the particulates and the trace that's in the car.

Trust me, removing the roof is the only way to get into this heap without compromising evidence.

Unless, of course, you have a better method, in which case, you know, I'm all ears.

Well...

You should tell me...

...before you do something like this.

Okay. Just didn't want to ruin the surprise.

(clinks)
Whoa!

Nobody move!

Hey.

That's a b*llet.

It was jammed in the roof support.

I'll get that to ballistics.

And get me that VIN number.

Booth's chomping at the bit.

Wow.

That looks pretty messy in there.

Should I get my restoration kit?

Nah, no need. The VIN's right here.

Take me two seconds to do a rubbing.

(metal clanks)

I'll get my restoration kit.

MAN:
Look...

I'm a regional sales manager.

We don't k*ll people.

Right, but the VIN number says it was your car, Mr. Middlebury, and there was a dead body in it.

I already told you, I-I don't know how my car got to that part of town. Right.

Where were you last night? Home. Sleeping.

Okay, so if you were home sleeping last night while your car was stolen, how do you explain this photograph?

Security footage of you taking money out at an ATM six miles from your apartment, two blocks from where your car was found.

And... you see that right there?

That's a time stamp.

I-I can explain.

Good. I hope you can.

Look, I have a perfectly good reason to be at that ATM that doesn't involve m*rder.

I just... needed money.

That's all. Great. Okay.

Find yourself a lawyer, 'cause I'm gonna book you for m*rder.

What? No, no, wait. Okay, I...

I-I met this girl at the sales conference.

She was amazing.

I don't care.

R-Right.

Everything was going really well, and then she asked if I could get us some coke.

So your alibi is that you were buying dr*gs?

Yes. I mean, that's better than m*rder, isn't it?

I heard that there were some dealers in that part of town.

I left the conference.

I stopped at that ATM.

But when I came out, my car was gone.

Or the dealer ripped you off, you sh*t him, you panicked, you b*rned him, and you left him in your car. No!

You do own a g*n, right?

That's legal! I...

This whole thing is a nightmare.

She didn't even wait for me.

You don't have an alibi at all, do you?

No.

Thank you.

Where's Dr. Hodgins?

HODGINS: Hey.

You're gonna tell me there's no other way to remove evidence from the car? Hey, don't knock it.

Peter Pan here has retrieved the pelvis, part of the left femur, right tibia, medial cuneiform, proximal phalanges...

Believe me, this is not fun, okay?

This harness is smooshing the goods, so I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible.

Patella.

Look at this.

What?

It's been broken.

The perimortem damage could be from a club or a crowbar.

Maybe he owed someone money?

Or dr*gs.

BRENNAN:
Could you get an I.D. from the skull, or was it too badly charred?

Well, it b*rned evenly, so I factored in heat and the length of time it b*rned, and I was able to adjust for the shrinkage.

Booth thinks it could be a drug deal gone bad.

Yeah. Very bad.

I'm gonna have to check various databases, so I'll call you when I find something.

BRENNAN: Okay.

(computer beeps)
Oh.

That was fast.

You got a hit already?

Yeah. Three. DC Police, FBI and the DC Parole Board.

BRENNAN: Jaime Delcampo.

Seems he was a very high-level, prolific hit man for a g*ng called the Estrellas Locos.

"The Crazy Stars."

Delcampo's street name was El Carnicero.

BRENNAN: The Butcher.

That would explain the meat axe.

Yeah, and why someone would want him dead.

Hey, man. What's up?

BOOTH: Hey, Sweets!

Geez! Could you let me know next time you're coming? Right. Listen. Uh, I need your help.

I said I would help you only if you really nd me.

I really need your help.

I said that to you just this morning, and now you need me? Come on, I don't think so.

Look, I got a dead Estrellas Locos on my hands, and I'm afraid I might be having more come my way.

Estrellas Locos?

God... Yeah.

You know, you got a current working knowledge of the community.

Look, and the Estrellas Locos, they run through this neighborhood. Right.

But the people I work with, Booth, they don't know I'm law enforcement.

They don't trust cops. I mean, look around.

They're just beginning to accept me.

I don't want to lose that, you know?

Well, let's just show them that, you know, when bad things happen, you know what, we're the good guys.

Come on.

All right.

Hey.

I'm just gonna help you on this one case.

And down here, I call the sh*ts. Okay?

That's not a good word to use around here.

"sh*ts."
Right. Sorry.

That's probably... Let's start there, okay?

g*n... sh*t, yeah. Yeah.

Jaime Delcampos' M.O. is to cut off the head, the hands and the feet of the victim and scatter them around town.

That's smart, but mostly horrible.

How do they know all that if the bodies haven't been found?

Metro PD has an informant in the g*ng, but they're not gonna give him up.

Cops won't share intelligence on a m*rder case?

They can't. You know, it takes months, sometimes years just to develop a source inside the g*ng.

Tell you what, they're not just gonna give it up because of one dead gangbanger.

Don't be mixing the gangs, cher.

Estrellas here, 520 Mafia over there.

Dr. Sweets!

It is good to see you back.

The FBI is always a brighter place with you in it. Well, thank you.

I appreciate it. I'm not actually back yet.

I'm just here to help Booth out with a case.

Then I didn't mean what I said.

I figured. So what's the deal with all these boxes?

I mean, it seems like a lot for one m*rder.

This is a RICO case, cher.

We're looking at a highly organized criminal enterprise.

Estrellas Locos will k*ll to protect their turf.

Right now they're in w*r with four other gangs.

What gangs?

We got the Gold Brick Crew, right?

Hobart Park Kings, Wa Ching Council and the 520 Mafia.

Does Delcampo have any family aside from, you know, the g*ng?

A live-in girlfriend. I'd like to speak to her.

No, that's a waste of time. She's also Estrellas Locos.

She's not gonna tell us anything.

We just have to wait this out until, you know, we get something solid.

You wanted my help, right?

I want to talk to her.

Sweets grew himself some cojones.

Yes, he did.

No tags from rival gangs.

This whole neighborhood is Estrellas Locos.

They're not gonna be happy to see us down here.

This place is a hotbed for illegal activity.

Years of harassment, lack of employment, no decent education-- can you blame them?

When they start sh**ting people, I can blame them.

WOMAN: Ya basta! Ahí voy.

Federales.

Necesitamos hablar con usted, por favor.

You speak Spanish, huh?

Yeah, I've been learning.

You know, it helps at work.

Just be careful. I know.

Hola.

¿Es usted Maria Alvarado?

Your Spanish sucks.

I know. Yeah.

FBI, Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here is my associate, Dr. Sweets.

Good for you.

We're here to ask you about Jaime Delcampo.

I don't know who that is.

Well, your parole officer said that he lived here with you.

His body was found late last night.

Thanks for letting me know. Uh, excuse me.

You know, we could go downtown and do this if you want.

We're not gonna take you anywhere.

Sweets...

Look, we just want to make sure that you're okay.

All right, sometimes with a k*lling like this, when rival gangs are involved, it spills over onto innocent people.

If we knew who he might have had a disagreement with...

Disagreement? Yeah.

You know where you are, right?

MAN: We got your back, Maria.

SWEETS: Those bruises on your face look recent.

You were in a fight?

I fell.

You know, I do some work at Adams Community Center.

They could help you. Good for them.

They're harassing me. You see it? I done nothing.

No, no one is harassing anyone.

Everyone just relax, okay? Calm down. (clattering)

Who's in there? None of your business. Get lost.

Déjenme en paz! Váyanse de mi casa!

Yo no sé nada, no he hecho nada!Solo vienen a molestar.

BOOTH: All right, everybody just relax.

Calm down and go back inside your homes.

We're sorry to have disturbed you.

We're just trying to keep this neighborhood safe.

We do that ourselves.

Let's go. Come on.

MARIA: You gonna sh**t a little boy now?!

No, no, no, it's okay. Is that how you keep us safe?

You see what he did? Everybody stay calm.

Okay, we're gonna do this my way now, okay, Sweets?

It's a big misunderstanding. Sorry, son, all right?

No one's gonna get hurt, okay?

Sorry about the misunderstanding.

Just walk slowly, watch my back and just walk back to the car calmly.

I've seen that boy at the Community Center.

He's a smart kid.

He helps the others with their homework.

All right, let's just save story time till later, okay?

These are all out of order.

I'm gonna have to put everything back in the car and start over.

Yeah, that's not even kind of funny, okay?

I'd like to have more kids.

C-1 vertebra.

A couple metatarsals...

This is metal; it's not my domain.

It's probably part of the car.

It's the post from an earring.

It could have been the victim's.

Like tattoos, jewelry and other adornments on a g*ng member's body denote rank and accomplishment.

Hodgins, we're still missing part of his scapula, the talus, the lumbar vertebrae, left acromion...

Yeah, I'm working as fast as I can.

We don't have much time, man.

Booth said that the tension in the neighborhood is high.

Anthropologically, neighborhood gangs are just another warrior culture.

When threatened, they respond as any nation-state would.

Even their graffiti is similar to what one would find in an early Etruscan settlement.

Except the Etruscans didn't have as*ault r*fles.

Seems to be an indentation on the anterior surface of the C-1.

Could it be a heat fracture? No.

That is a crease.

Something struck the vertebra. It might have been the axe.

I found the earrings. ria varado would rather put herself in danger than help the police.

If she bypasses the g*ng and cooperates with us, she'd be the next victim.

Maybe she got those bruises from Delcampo.

Maybe she's the one who k*lled him.

No, men call the sh*ts in a g*ng.

Women tend to facilitate the murders; they procure weapons, they lure prey.

There are five additional, unsolved murders that we know of tied to the g*n that k*lled Jaime Delcampo.

I didn't think you had a m*rder w*apon.

CAROLINE: The ballistics report just came in for the b*llet Hodgins recovered from the car.

It was fired from the same Rossi snub-nose .38 used in these other g*ng hits.

My guess is it's definitely a library g*n. Library g*n?

Yeah, a g*ng keeps an arsenal of unregistered g*ns and loans them to g*ng members.

It's a defense attorney's dream.

The more killings on each g*n, the more muddled the evidence chain.

Tell you what-- we find that library g*n, we do some serious damage to that g*ng.

Now, of all of these, the only g*ng that was not sh*t by that g*n was the 520 Mafia.

The w*r chief of the 520s is Curtis Martin.

Maybe you can ask him for a library card.

BRAY:
I checked the C-1.

The indentations that you found were not caused by the fire or the axe.

But look at this.

The staining on the fracturing.

Why would it show up on an X-ray?

It's lead. That's the only substance that appears like this on an X-ray.

This crease was caused by a b*llet.

I originally attributed this nick on the anterior aspect of the foramen magnum to heat fracturing.

But look.

When the skull and the cervical vertebrae are properly aligned, it appears to be the trajectory of a second b*llet.

He was sh*t twice: once in the throat, once in the side of the head.

Which means we have two entry wounds with no exits.

That's impossible.

SWEETS:
They're involved in dr*gs, m*rder for hire, g*n sales.

I mean, 520 Mafia is a full-service g*ng.

You sure you're okay?

You mean what happened back with the Estrellas Locos?

Yeah, I was nervous, but... No, no, no, no.

Not that, Sweets, all right?

You know, the whole Pelant incident.

I know you don't want to talk about it, but...

Because there's not much to talk about.

Well, you ran away, Sweets. No, I didn't.

I went across town for a while to do something else. Right.

You went across town so you didn't have to deal with feeling responsible for what Pelant did.

I'm dealing with it.

You know, in the Rangers, as a sn*per, if you didn't confront what you did, understand it, it would follow you, you know, own you.

Maybe you should talk to someone. (chuckles)

The guy who hates talking to shrinks is telling me to talk to a shrink. That's funny.

Look, I am just saying, all right, if this was the other way around...

I'd really like to just focus on the case, all right?

'Cause we're about to confront a murdering drug dealer.

It's probably best not to focus on personal issues right now.

Sure.

Cool.

g*ng units think the 520s are behind at least 18 murders this year.

Curtis Martin is their w*rlord.

Didn't think it was gonna get this intense.

You sure you're still up for this?

Yeah, I said I'd help.

Right.

I see you're a cop. What are you?

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here is my associate, Dr. Sweets.

We're here about Jaime Delcampo.

Why, he k*ll someone?

He was m*rder*d last night. Damn.

I was wondering why it was such a beautiful day.

Based on your admitted antipathy to Delcampo, you're our most likely suspect, Mr. Martin.

Mr. Martin?

I like that. I would have loved to see the life leave those eyes, but it wasn't me.

Where were you between the hours of 2:00 and 4:00 a.m. last night?

Giving my lady a ride, man.

Get down!

(tires squealing)

Drop the g*n.

(car horn blaring)

Drop it!

Let's go. Put your hands on the door. Let's go.

Turn around. Spread the legs.

Sweets, you okay? Yeah.

Cuff this guy.

(horn blaring)

(horn stops)

Estrellas Locos, two of them.

This was retaliation for Delcampo.

BOOTH: Well, the Estrellas think that Curtis Martin k*lled Delcampo, okay?

The drive-by was a payback.

Booth, can you just put the case aside for a minute?

You were sh*t at.

I get sh*t at my whole life.

No, that's not why I'm upset.

I had to hear about it from Cam.

Well, you know, I had to bring him in, you know, file the report.

There was a lot going on.

A call. One call.

One minute.

Right. You know what, you're absolutely right.

I'm sorry. You should have heard that from me.

Okay, let's make a pact, okay?

From now on, whoever gets sh*t at has to tell the other one right away.

Okay. Unless one of us is already dead.

Right.

I heard that Sweets knew the son of the Estrella woman.

Yeah. He thinks he's a really good kid.

The pressure to join a g*ng, especially if his mother is a member, will be overwhelming.

Well, Sweets think that, with a little guidance, I mean, kids like him can escape.

That's like thinking that a young Spartan male could have refused to join the army.

I'm sure they did.

Yes, and those who did were k*lled as an example of cardice.

All right, look, let's just give Sweets a break, okay?

He's trying to make a difference. (cell phone chimes)

Oh, okay, they processed Martin.

They're waiting for me to come in. Look...

I'm sorry.

That's good.

Right.

This is crap, man. I saved your life.

Yeah, that's one way to spin it.

Oh, yeah?

Well, how else you see it?

From my seat, you k*lled two men with an unlicensed a*t*matic w*apon.

A soldier like you with an 18-page rap sheet?

That's 15 to life before I even prepare my case.

BOOTH: We know the drive-by was a payback because the 520s k*lled Delcampo.

No, you got it wrong.

We don't want any w*r, man. BOOTH: Right?

Tell you what, you give us the g*n that was used, and maybe I'll have this lovely lady here cut you a deal.

Look, I told y'all everything I know.

Let's go, Booth.

I'll buy you some pie. Mmm...

(sighs)
All right.

Look, I heard one of the Estrellas was talking to the cops.

Who was it? Look, I don't know.

You know, maybe that's what got your boy k*lled.

Maybe he was cooperating and someone found out.

Mr. Bray found a second b*llet wound that I can't explain.

What's so confusing about that?

It suggests two entrance wounds but no exits.

Ballistics confirmed that the b*llet Hodgins found in the car caused the wound to the victim's skull, so it had to get out of there somehow.

I concur. There has to be an explanation.

SAROYAN: So Delcampo was sh*t twice?

Two entry wounds, yes.

But no exit wounds.

But the b*llet Hodgins retrieved was definitely one of the slugs that k*lled him.

Yes, but we have no idea how it left his body.

Angela scanned the b*llet and the skull to try to re-create what might have happened.

MONTENEGRO: Hey.

So let me walk you through what I have so far.

b*llet number one enters the head at the right parietal.

SAROYAN: Which shows that the b*llet should have remained inside the skull.

But we found no b*llet in the skull.

What about the second b*llet?

That should have stayed inside the skull, too.

The damage to the foramen magnum would have been more pronounced if it were a direct hit.

Wait.

Your animations are accurate, but not the results.

Fire b*llet number two again, but this time, stop it just before it makes contact with the C-1.

Now, when the b*llet strikes the C-1, send it into yaw.

Would it do that?

Yes. Newton's First Law of Motion.

A body in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an outside force.

In this case, the C-1.

Also, adjust for the resistance of the gelatinous nature of the brain.

The b*llet made a hard left.

There was only one sh*t, one b*llet.

But isn't that an entry wound?

No, it's not.

The b*llet exited the skull laterally, which caused the beveling to bow inward like an entry wound.

So he was sh*t from the front.

We thought this was a g*ng execution, but it wasn't. BRENNAN: I agree.

The sh**t was in front of Delcampo and below.

On the ground?

Seems like someone fought with Delcampo before they sh*t him.

We know Delcampo was the sixth victim k*lled with that g*n.

But the timing doesn't make any sense.

There has to be commonality between the victims.

There is. They were all g*ng members.

Look, Delcampo was the only Estrellas Locos that was on the g*n, right?

What are you thinking?

Well, the tools that Delcampo used to dispose of bodies were in his car.

What if he was on his way home from a... a hit?

Hodgins did find remnants of cinder blocks to weigh down a body.

But if he used the library g*n, he would have to return it to someone.

And maybe that someone, you know, sh*t him, k*lled him.

That makes sense. He wouldn't be expecting it.

So the g*n belongs to the Estrellas Locos?

BRENNAN: He must have committed an offense against the g*ng.

They handle their disputes internally.

Martin was right.

Someone saw the Butcher talk to the cops.

But why wasn't he k*lled execution style?

That's how the g*ng sends a message to anyone else (phone ringing) thinking of talking.

It doesn't make any sense.

Booth.

Yeah.

Right.

A seventh victim was found.

sh*t with the same g*n.

MONTENEGRO: Adrianna Garcia, Hispanic.

22 years old, female.

According to the police report, she was discovered at the base of a concrete pour.

BRENNAN: Coroner fixed time of death at two days ago.

Approximately the same time that Delcampo was k*lled.

It was El Carnicero's M.O. to leave his victims' body parts in different places.

Hey, those earrings Hodgins found-- looks like they belonged to her.

SAROYAN: They were ripped from her ears.

Isn't it common in warrior cultures for them to take a trophy from their k*ll?

It signifies the spoils of w*r.

Oh, that's very romantic.

But I'm thinking this guy was just a lowlife who saw a chance to make a few extra bucks.

It is so much worse when they have a face.

MONTENEGRO: Okay, I take that back.

That is actually much worse.

SAROYAN: Laceration and cavitation definitely point to a b*llet piercing the brain.

Well, it entered through the parietal.

Textbook g*ng hit, like the rest of his victims.

Well, except Delcampo.

These kerf marks were made by a heavy blade. And it took multiple strikes to detach the head.

Once the skull is defleshed, we can compare his axe to these injuries to determine if Delcampo did this.

Well, it won't take long.

The M.E. did most of the heavy lifting.

♪

Wow.

(exhales)

BRENNAN: Perfect.

Now let's look at those hack marks.

CAROLINE: Adrianna Garcia was brought in 12 times-- shoplifting, drug trafficking, trafficking in counterfeit merchandise, disorderly conduct.

High achiever.

Well, great. PD finally got back to me.

Adrianna Garcia, she was the informant.

Turns out she was also sleeping with Delcampo.

Well, that wouldn't matter to Maria.

Being faithful isn't part of the deal.

I agree.

But she would care that an Estrellas was talking to the cops.

(ringing)
BOOTH: Booth.

The victim's right zygomatic was also fractured.

It matches the fracturing we found on Delcampo's left patella.

You understand what that means?

It means they struggled, and Delcampo kneed her in the face, hard enough to fracture his kneecap.

CAROLINE: That tracks.

After Delcampo kills Adrianna, he has to return the g*n to the library.

To Maria.

I think she did care that he cheated on her.

It didn't look like a hit because it wasn't.

It was revenge.

BOOTH: So which was worse for you, Maria?

Finding out that Adrianna was an informant, or that she was sleeping with your man?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Things worked out pretty good for you.

You were able to get rid of both of them, so how'd it go down?

You shouldn't bother me like this.

I'm grieving for a loved one.

I know how it happened.

He came back with the g*n, you know it, so you taught him a lesson.

And you put it back in the library.

If you could prove any of that, you wouldn't be asking me questions.

We're gonna find the g*n.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know, the longer this goes on, the worse it is for you.

You think I ain't wasted time talking toto the cops before?

I got my shows recording.

I ain't missing nothing being here.

This is gonna be a long night.

We couldn't find any hard evidence that links Maria to the crime.

So it's up to Booth.

This is not Maria's first time at the prom.

She's going to try and outlast him.

Booth must have expected that.

He knows that she can't outlast him.

I'm going to get the crime scene photos of Delcampo.

That's a good idea.

See how it affects her. Put her on her heels.

Sweets?

It means a lot to Booth that you came back to help.

What are friends for, right?

You know, no one blames you for what happened with Pelant.

I know.

But you blame yourself.

I'm gonna get the photos.

Oh... come on.

Hey.

So, your mom might be here a while.

Someone from Child Services is going to make sure you're taken care of.

I know how it goes.

I've been through this before.

Sure.

Can I get you something while you wait?

Um... soda, chips, sandwich?

No.

Something to eat, I guess.

I don't care what.

What is that? You doing homework?

No, it's an astronomy book.

You like astronomy?

Yeah.

Every time they look, the universe gets bigger.

You know, we have, uh, mentors at the Community Center for kids with special interests.

I could probably even find an astronomer at the Jeffersonian you could talk to.

My mother said I can't go back to the Center.

Not after you came to the house.

Oh.

I shouldn't be talking to you.

And I'm not hungry anymore.

I don't need anything.

SWEETS:
The boy knows something.

Yeah, that his mama and everybody she knows is evil.

He might know his mother k*lled Delcampo.

And if she's the librarian, he might know where the g*n is hidden.

Sweets, he's not going to rat his mother out.

And, anthropologically, he's been conditioned to hold the g*ng even above his own family.

He's not gonna talk about any of this.

With all due respect to anthropology, he started to open up to me.

He wanted to talk, but then, as soon as he felt vulnerable, he got scared and closed up.

That's great and everything, Sweets, but legally, you can't talk to him.

Why? When Child Protective Services gets here, he'll be allowed to talk to me, as long as he has an advocate there, right?

Sorry, cher, Child Protective Services can't do anything.

His mother hasn't been charged.

If you want to talk to him, Maria has to be there with you.

He's not gonna send his mother to jail.

I still want to try.

I don't care if she's there.

SWEETS:
I should go in alone.

What? Nuh-uh, no. That's-that's my room, my interrogation, end of story.

So your ego is more important than catching a k*ller?

Whoa, we're not gonna play that game right now, okay?

What'd you bring me back here for?

Just to hang out?

You said it was for my insight.

Yeah? Here it is.

That kid dreams of a better life.

He dreams of getting out.

That's why he goes to the Center.

I'm a part of that. You aren't.

If you go in there, you can kiss the g*n good-bye, you can kiss the whole damn case good-bye.

And someplace, you know that.

I'll be watching, okay?

And if I feel you're compromising anything...

I won't. Great.

I'll make that call, Sweets.

Fair enough.

You left him on his own? Yeah.

BRENNAN: I don't often agree with Sweets, but a symbol of authority, the oppressor as you'd be seen, would not be helpful in there.

Do you know what Sweets has planned?

I have no idea.

No digas nada. ¿Me entiendes?

Sí, mamá.
My Spanish might suck, but it's good enough to understand that.

(chuckles)

Look, I wanted Javier to join us because what happens to you could affect his life for a very long time.

Even if you send me away, he's got family.

He'll be fine. Right, Javier?

You mean the Estrellas? That's his family?

You think we got anyone else to count on?

We're gonna call you up at that community place so we can finger-paint ?

We know Jaime k*lled Adrianna.

We also know that he took her earrings for you to make up, probably for b*ating you or cheating on you. Probably both, right?

That means you had a reason to k*ll him, right?

It's a crime of passion.

If you just admit that, then the prosecutor can take that into account when filing charges.

I didn't k*ll no one. Mama...

Te voy a pegar. ¿Me entiendes?

If you tell us where the g*ns are being kept, that can make your deal even better.

Otherwise, it's maximum security.

Barely get a chance to see Javier.

He can take care of himself. Right, Javi?

I know the prosecutor.

She wants to put you up with a bunch of rival g*ng members.

You'd be dead within weeks.

He's getting nowhere.

You don't want your mother to die, do you, Javier?

If you know something... He doesn't.

Psychology's not gonna break through a tribal imperative that's been ingrained as a survival mechanism.

Don't you love your mom?

He b*at you.

Cállate!

I heard him talking to Manuel and the others.

He said he'd k*ll you if he couldn't tame you.

That was talk, fool!

But you said yourself you wanted him dead.

I knew you wouldn't, though.

I did it to protect you, Mama.

Oh, my God.

He did it.

What happened?

I knew where he was going to burn the car.

So I went and told him I was there to collect the g*n.

He showed me the earrings.

I told him he couldn't buy you.

He slapped me, said he'd k*ll me if I ever looked at him wrong again.

I had the g*n, so...

I did it for you, Mama.

We're family.

(Maria grunts)

¿Cómo pudiste?

Ojalá te pudras!

No te quiero volver a ver nunca!

Los Estrellas are my family!

You mean nothing to me! You hear?! Nothing!

Back her off! He's your son!

I can make more kids.

Take him! Get him away from me!

SWEETS: Come on, Javier.

It's best if you come with me now.

I never want to see you again, you hear?!

I wish he'd k*lled you! Easy!

They'll k*ll me. Maybe they're right to.

No. We can protect you. You're a minor.

You felt your life threatened.

This was self-defense.

I promise you, this lady and Dr. Sweets will make sure that you live in a good neighborhood, go to a good school. You'll be safe.

If I give you the g*n.

If you don't do anything, cher.

The good doctor here would make my life miserable if you don't wind up in the White House one day.

I would do it.

I would give you the g*n.

But I don't know where it is now.

BOOTH: Maybe there was someone there that your mother worked with?

Someone that, uh, you saw at her house, someone she trusted?

Anna, maybe.

Anna. Is Anna an Estrella?

Yes.

She calls my mother all the time.

Late at night.

Then she comes by, and my mother goes out.

Okay. Javier, you tell us where she is, and we'll go pick up the g*n.

She only comes to us.

When my mother calls.

Maria's cell phone's in holding.

Javier, will you call Anna for us?

Okay.

I have Javier's mother's cell number on the grid.

It'll allow us to trace the location of where he's calling.

And you can feed all of that to the FBI?

Booth and his team are waiting to find out where the g*ns are and when they're being moved.

This is Javier, everyone.

He's gonna call Anna so you can trace it and tell Booth where to pick her up.

Any time you're ready, Javier.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(car door shuts, engine starts)

That's Javier's outgoing call?

Yes.

Anna. Anna. Soy Javier.

La policía se la llevó. Me dijo...

Come on, come on.

Shouldn't where he's calling show up right away?

Ahora!

(beeping)

There. Got it.

HODGINS: That's it. That's Anna.

MAN (over bullhorn): Freeze! Don't move!

(sirens whooping)

Drop everything.

Hands in the air.

MAN: Let me see your hands.

You must be Anna.

No hablo inglés, tranza.

Oh, look at that.

(laughter)

Hey, look who! Sweets is in town!

(all cheer)

As you know, I am loath to admit it, but we actually needed you.

Well, I have no problem admitting it.

I'm of two minds, but that might be the alcohol.

Oh, it's great to have you back, Sweets.

You're one of the Avengers, man. We need you.

BOOTH: Here's to Sweets: my little brother who I never wanted but I'm glad that I have.

Welcome home. Come on.

Lift your glass up there, will you?

It's bad luck to drink a toast that isn't true.

BRENNAN: It's actually bad luck not to clink glasses.

Toasts originally evolved because of fear of poisoning.

The clinking causes the liquid to spill...

Bones. Yeah.
...into the other person's...

Thank you for that. This has been an amazing experience.

Um, I love you guys.

But I still have more leave, and, uh, I guess I'm seeing things differently.

HODGINS: What are you saying?

Won't it help if I can give kids a choice that doesn't involve picking up a g*n?

But you have a specific talent, Sweets.

That occasionally does seem quite valuable.

BOOTH: You know what?

Go. Let him go.

He's got to go, and he's got to do this.

Like all of us have to do what we do, right?

SWEETS: I'm just taking my leave. This isn't forever.

MONTENEGRO: Regardless, before you leave here, you have to finish your drink. Yes.

And no matter what happens, you're still one of us.

To us.

I'll toast to that.

All right. Hey! To us!

Clink.

You're gonna break the glasses. Clink.

Clink. I don't believe in superstitions, but... might as well.
(phone rings)

You know what? I have to go.

I promised Javier that I'd help him get set up with his foster family, but...

Tell him hello for us.

I will. Take care.

What's that mean?