09x17 - The Repo Man In The Septic t*nk

[bunniefuu]

Look, all I'm saying is that church could be good for Christine. Will she learn about the Crusades and the Inquisition?

Seriously? Why don't you just read her a Superman comic? It's also a fantasy about a mythic hero whose powers defy the laws of physics and common sense.

Okay. You're saying that Jesus and Superman are the same?

Jesus walks on water.

Superman flies. No different. I don't believe this.

Listen to you. Christine has already been baptized.

She... You said were okay with that. That was for you.

I don't want Christine to think that morality is handed down by some invisible deity.

Morality evolved to preserve (phone rings) the species. (sighs)

Whoever this is, thanks for saving me.

Oh.

Right, okay. J-Just hold on for a second.

We got to go to Virginia. They found a body in a septic t*nk.

No reason to go.

Bring it to the lab to avoid on-site contamination.

Hold on for one second. Okay, so you want to... dig up the entire septic system and bring it back?

It's not a desire-- it's a need.

It's a... it's a need.

Right. Okay. Um...

(sighs)
Small favor.

Shouldn't take long.

(rumbling)

BRENNAN: Good.

Now lower it gently so we avoid any postmortem trauma to the remains.

SAROYAN: Dr. Brennan, I'd like to introduce you to Rodolfo Fuentes, a prospective intern.

It is such a pleasure meeting you.

I must tell you, Dr. Brennan, I am in awe.

I imagine you are.

However, I'm not looking for a new intern.

Actually, we have no available intern for you today, Dr. Brennan.

So before you rush to judgment, at least look at his résumé.

(sighs, clears throat)

Oh.

Oh.

You hold a doctorate in forensic anthropology from la Universidad de La Habana?

Dr. Fuentes was the chief forensic anthropologist for the Cuban government.

Although I was granted asylum in your wonderful country, my accreditation is no good here.

But I am taking classes and need an internship for my degree.

The Secretary of State himself requested that we find Dr. Fuentes a position.

So you defected.

But I am exceptional. So I have come to America to reap the fortunes that come from being the best.

But here you are only exceptional if I say you are.

Put on a lab coat and be back here in five minutes.

If you disappoint me, I will dismiss you.

How Cuban of you.

She is fiery. Yes.

Be careful. We've all been b*rned.

SWEETS: Dumping someone in a septic t*nk treats the victim as waste, not to mention the potential toilet training issues the k*ller must be dealing with. It's... interesting.

Right. Sounds fascinating. Hey.

Let me ask you a question. Close the door first really quick.

I just sat down.

It's, please. Hurry up. I got to ask you a question.

Really important. All right, so...

(sighs)
Sweets, are you religious?

Am I religious? Uh, okay. Mm-hmm.

I... Well, I guess you could say that I'm spiritual but not, uh, denominational.

So you think that it's important to have something in your life that's bigger than ourselves.

Definitely. This is about you and Dr. Brennan, huh?

Look, I want Christine to go to church so she has the information to choose what's right for her.

Okay? Bones thinks that's indoctrination.

So make the argument for church without addressing the spiritual component.

This is promising. Go on. Keep going.

Go on. Okay. Uh... recent studies have shown that regular church attendance is good for your health.

They cite decrease in blood pressure, stronger immunity...

Blood pressure.

You are, like, the greatest psychologist ever.

Do you guys read, like, a magazine or something?

It's American Psychiatric Journal.

American Psychiatric Journal?

So, you really met Fidel?

Yes. I asked him if socialism is so wonderful, why is Cuba's newest car a 1959 Buick?

Please focus, Dr. Fuentes. Of course, Dr. Brennan.

I still can't believe you excavated the entire t*nk.

It's so wasteful, unnecessary and expensive.

So American. I love it.

Based on the rounded supraorbital margin and partial closure to the sphenofrontal suture, the victim is an adult male.

Please wait until I ask, Dr. Fuentes.

A thousand pardons.

One is sufficient.

But you were correct.

Of course.

Our situations could easily be reversed.

MONTENEGRO: Easy there, Doc.

Fidel's got nothing on Brennan.

BRENNAN: There's extensive flesh and muscle that will have to be removed.

I thought the chemicals in the t*nk would dissolve a person.

It actually takes longer for anaerobic bacteria to dissolve flesh.

Fortunately, the process makes the meat tender and easy to separate.

Much like cooking ropa vieja, a dish my father taught me that is filled with love.

And who can say no to love?

Why have we stopped working?

Yeah.

(clears throat)
So, I need to actually examine the waste in order determine what went in the t*nk when the victim did.

And we are clearly missing bones that became disarticulated in the t*nk.

Without them it would be presumptuous to posit whether this was a m*rder or a tragic accident.

Which is why Dr. Fuentes needs to be fitted for a Hazmat suit.

Oh...

Oh...

BRENNAN: We are missing the fifth right distal phalanx, the left medial and intermediate cuneiforms, as well as the right patella.

Using your hands would allow for a more productive search.

This looks a lot like the prison my uncle was sent to for selling Die Hard videos.

Ugh...

Is this really necessary, Dr. Brennan?

Dr. Hodgins would love to be in there.

I am a little jealous.

This will teach Dr. Fuentes his proper position in the lab.

He's far too confident he has all the answers.

FUENTES: I've found cause of death.

Well, how can you be certain?

Because...

(grunts)

...I, too, am excellent at my job.

I found this fingernail.

The victim was still alive when he was placed inside the t*nk.

Tried to claw his way out.

Oh, God...

So he drowned in there?

FUENTES: Yes.

Ooh!

Shall we share a bottle of Arecha to celebrate my discovery?

♪ Bones 9x17 ♪
The Repo Man in the Septic t*nk
Original Air Date on March 17, 2014

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

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The presence of aspirated fluid confirms that drowning was cause of death.

BRENNAN: Your X rays, Dr. Fuentes?

Yes. I have them here for your learned and beautiful eyes to see.

In addition to the numerous perimortem fractures, I also found a newly remodeled sharp force injury to the medial aspect of the left seventh rib.

Oh, he was stabbed.

How old's the injury?

BRENNAN: Based on the degree of remodeling, approximately six months.

Meaning our victim had a previous attempt on his life.

Within the remodeling, I see a shard of what appears to be Plexiglas.

I worked a lot in prisons.

The victim could have been stabbed with a shiv.

SAROYAN: If he was, it's possible he served time, which could be a lucky break, because...

The Department of Corrections keeps records of all the inmates' tattoos.

BOOTH: The victim was Benny Jerguson, 24.

He just finished a two-year stint for grand theft auto.

Thanks for coming in, Officer Fowler.

I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth. This here is Dr. Sweets.

Nice to meet you.

I, uh, brought notes from all of Benny's appointments, drug tests and psych results.

Gotta say, I didn't see this coming.

Jerguson seemed to be on the right road.

Where'd you find him?

We, uh, we found him in a septic t*nk.

What?

Mm-hmm.

Did, uh, Benny have any issues that you noticed?

No. The guy was going to Bible study, had a job, wasn't fraternizing with any ex-cons from what I could tell. Well, someone sure had it out for him.

Yeah. What kind of job did he get?

Benny was a repossession agent.

Repo man.

It's a legit job.

Ex-cons aren't exactly a first choice for most people.

Did he have any, uh, parole violations? No.

Only one incident on his last job report, but it checked out.

Yeah. It says his boss was being sued for $1.2 million.

A woman felt endangered while he was repoing her car?

Ah, suits like that happen all the time.

Which is a pretty good motive, wouldn't you say?

Eh...

Dr. Fuentes, have you finished cataloguing the victim's injuries?

Yes.

It is all in the binder as requested.

I would also like to be briefed on the investigation the FBI is conducting.

I will share the information necessary for the tasks I give you.

I hope I am not a thr*at to you.

I only wish to excel to make you look even better than you already do.

The injuries.

Of course.

Our victim had numerous injuries prior to death: compound fractures to the left ribs, six through eight, as well as the sternum and left frontal, all indicating a b*ating or as*ault of some kind.

Also a comminuted fracture on the left clavicle.

Which... you missed.

Inexcusable.

I agree.

I must admit, your English is very good.

Education was free in Cuba.

I knew which skills I would need once I defected.

Well, it must have taken great courage to leave your home and... start a new life here.

My grandfather, he fought for America at the Bay of Pigs.

He d*ed horribly so that one day I would come to America and make many, many of the Benjamins.

I–I regret my previous error.

But according to the injuries, our victim was beaten by a right-handed man wielding a blunt force w*apon.

Do you not agree?

It is a distinct possibility.

I am redeemed.

(laughs)

What the hell is it you don't understand, bozo?

You didn't make your car payments.

This is America.

You don't get something for nothing.

MAN: Those were my wheels! You stole my wheels!

Nobody steals my wheels. I ain't no thief. I am fully licensed, so take it up with the bank. I'm warning you...

No, I'm warning you.

You're trespassing. I'm counting to five and then I'm gonna start tenderizing you. One, two, five!

All right. Hey, look at that. Nicely done.

Hope you're not here to argue, cause I'm still pumping adrenaline. FBI. Need to ask you a few questions about Benny Jerguson. Oh, crap.

Is he back in jail? I thought he was going to make it.

No, Jerguson's dead, Ms. Grace, m*rder*d.

Damn.

I liked Benny.

Man could jack a car a dozen ways, then drive away like a bat out of hell.

Right. And you were sued for, what, over a million dollars on a repo job he did for you?

That was just a nuisance suit.

You see this, uh, digital recorder?

I make all of my repo guys record every repossession.

That way, whenever I get sued, I'm not the one with her nuts in a vise.

Right. Well, we'll need that recorder. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sure you would.

The thing is that Benny had his own.

It wasn't on him?

No, it wasn't on him. See, the room he rented on that parole form, it was all cleared out.

Well, that's 'cause he slept here most nights to save money. He only made $75 per job.

So, he lived here—you still don't have the recorder?

You're not very trusting, are you, kiddo?

No, not right now.

Well, then screw you.

Okay, well, in this line of work, you have to figure that there's someone out there who wanted to, I don't know, what, pound him?

There was this one jaghole.

Clown named Graham something.

Claimed Benny ruined his whole life when he jacked the guy's food truck, comes here with a big-ass Kn*fe.

And you didn't think of that right away?

You need a nicer partner, you know that, honey?

Right, okay, I'm gonna need all the paperwork you have on this Graham something.

Sure. I got nothing to hide.

Great.

SWEETS: Ah, you're right.

I guess the food isn't too good.

But business is.

Okay, you ready?

Hey, Graham.

I think I might know why you were so upset when your truck was repossessed.

Do I know you? Nope.

Now you do. FBI.

I have to ask you a few questions about your behavior when that happened.

Okay. I mean, I was mad when they repoed my truck, but I paid what I owed. Case closed, right?

SWEETS: Actually, no.

The guy who took your truck wound up m*rder*d.

Oh. Well, that's terrible, but what does that have to do with me?

You threatened him with a Kn*fe.

I–I lost my temper, but...

And you sell dr*gs.

What?

Lost your truck, lost your stash, right?

Yeah, maybe Benny found it, threatened to turn you in.

You guys are seriously reaching, huh?

Reaching? Really? You recognize this guy over here?

This customer that you just sold a sandwich to. Oh-ho!

Look at that, huh?

He's with the FBI, too.

There are multiple Monteggia fractures on the victim's left ulna and radius.

A common injury when a victim is beaten and tries to defend himself.

However, they are not defensive, as you surmise.

These fractures occurred when his own body collided with his outstretched arm.

See how the injuries line up?

As would happen in a car accident.

Yes. If our victim was in the driver's seat, a head-on collision not only explains the fractures to the ulna and radius, but all injuries which I attributed to the b*ating.

Excellent work, Dr. Brennan.

You should be very proud.

You are not in a position to evaluate me.

I am your boss.

(chuckles)

Why are you smiling at me?

You and I, I sense tension.

I think soon we'll make love.

(chuckles nervously)

That will not be happening, Dr. Fuentes.

And if you would like to continue working here, you will not make that suggestion again.

Of course.

But it is a pity.

And it would also be a pity if you were sent back to Cuba for abusing the generous nature of this country.

Perhaps I am suffering from loneliness of being in a new land.

I hope so. Now go over these bones again and determine why there is no head trauma from the steering wheel.

Right away.

(chuckles)

Ay-ay-ay.
(speaks Spanish)

BOOTH:
Food truck guy didn't do it.

BRENNAN:
Oh, he has an alibi?

Graham was in Mexico replacing his stash.

You know, the video at the Border Patrol confirms that, so it backs up his story.

Well, at least you were able to arrest him on possession with intent.

Yeah, you know what? He's gonna be out in a week.

So, what about you? Did you come up with anything?

Progress is slower than I'd prefer.

I had a new intern forced upon me by the Secretary of State.

You mean, the real Secretary of State?

Yes. Whoa!

Dr. Fuentes is a defector from Cuba.

Brilliant but arrogant.

Mm, brilliant and arrogant.

Must be tough to work with, huh?

It is. I–I know it is.

I forgot to tell ya.

I was reading this really interesting article in the American Psychiatric Journal.

You were? Why?

Me, why? I'm a lifelong learner.

Anyway, in the article it was saying that research shows that going to church actually, uh, boosts your immune system, okay, decreases your blood pressure and reduces stress.

It's kind of like an antioxidant from God. Huh.

That's supposed to convince me that Christine should go to church?

I'm just, you know, concerned about the health of our child.

Look, if that's not important to you...

I can't believe you said that.

What? This is about science.

Tell you what, I'll e-mail the article to you.

It's got all those big, fancy words in it that you love.

I also read a study which states that 86% of all holy water contains fecal matter.

Hmm?

All I'm saying is that if health is your argument, I would pick filtered over holy.

I'll e-mail you that article.

All right, within the victim's torn clothes, I found aces of shore leaf pine, scarlet maple, and prickly ash.

All native to the woods near where the body was found.

Which means his clothes were ripped on the foliage as he was running through the woods?

Clearly he was chased.

I would not rush to a conclusion.

Dr. Brennan doesn't like that.

There's much she doesn't like.

Answers, evidence, she likes those.

Then I maintain my assertion that he was chased.

Our victim had a compound fracture to the right fibula and shearing to the tibia from the fibula rubbing against it.

You think he could run on a compound fracture?

A release of adrenaline can make someone do extraordinary things.

Based on the degree of bone damage, I estimate he ran for nearly a quarter mile.

Only a desperate man being chased could endure such pain.

All right, I also found flakes of hunter-green paint on his shirt, and look at this.

A curved fragment of faux birch, most likely from the steering wheel.

Based on the fractures to the ribs, ulna and radius, the car didn't have an air bag.

So, pre-1994.

The last thing I found was a shard of dual-paned glass from the windshield.

And it matches the profile of a manufacturer in South Korea.

Which means we're looking for a Hyundai or a Kia.

One that crashed a quarter mile where the victim was found.

Here, look, this is the car Benny was driving when he crashed.

Holy crap.

It's a miracle he lived.

He drowned in sewage.

Right. I guess that's not a miracle.

Was he repoing the car?

Maybe the owner was chasing him.

Not, it was registered to Benny.

So has the lab found anything in the car that could lead us to the k*ller?

No, they won't.

The car was scrapped a week after it was found.

Those photos are the only evidence we have.

Were there any other tire tracks at the scene that could tie us to an assailant?

No, nothing. There were heavy rains, therefore, there were no footprints, there was no evidence of anyone at all.

We know that he was chased from the site of the accident and thrown in the septic t*nk.

Yeah, but that's all we have.

SAROYAN: He was probably forced off the road by whoever was chasing him.

Is there enough detail in these photos to be valuable?

Well, there will be, but the towing company used an 18-megapixel CMOS, which means I can work a little magic.

Perhaps Hodgins can match the particulates to the damage.

And Dr. Fuentes should see how the damage to the car matches the fracture patterns.

I'll go get them.

No, not yet.

I need a break from Dr. Fuentes.

I find him to be arrogant and conceited and preemptory.

You forgot hot.

You are married, Angela. Don't tell me you haven't looked at that guy and thought that you...

This is not workplace conversation.

I'll take that as a yes.

Angela, enlarge the driver's side of the car.

Okay, I don't...

I don't see anything. What did you see?

Nothing.

Uh, I don't understand.

Benny was a great getaway driver.

So whoever was chasing him would have had to hit the car to run him off the road.

But why did he crash?

The tox screen showed he wasn't drunk or stoned.

Look at the front windshield.

There are two distinct webs of radial fracturing in the glass.

Benny wasn't alone in that car.

(knocking)

Excuse me, Agent Booth.

Officer Fowler. Come on in.

After we talked, I couldn't stop thinking about Benny.

I really thought he was someone who was gonna make it.

Then I remembered this.

What's this? Horatio Mancini?

Horatio grew up with Benny on the wrong side of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Benny's mother was a meth head, never knew who his father was.

Horatio became everything to him. Right.

So why didn't you mention this the last time we talked?

I didn't think it was relevant.

Horatio got sent to jail the same time as Benny, only Benny got an early parole because he was cooperating with the warden.

Apparently, Horatio was shaking down some of the other inmates.

So he ratted on Horatio in exchange for a shorter sentence? Yeah.

But because of overcrowding, Horatio got released early.

One week before Benny was k*lled.

The trajectory of abrasions to the ribs and transverse fracture to the sternum were caused by the steering wheel.

The victim was driving at the time of the accident.

You are restating an already established fact, Dr. Fuentes.

I'm setting the scene.

Please, come. Come closer.

Vamos, vamos.
Let us pretend that we are driver and passenger in the car. I'll drive.

Fine. I have no objection to you being k*lled.

Mm.

In a typical accident, at point of impact, the driver would lurch forward, and we would find bilateral fractures in the left and right ulnae and radii.

However, on the victim, the fracturing occurred unilaterally on just the left side of the body.

Meaning the victim was turned and reaching toward the passenger.

What-what are you doing?

Reenacting the accident.

Quite well, I thought.

In that case, I will continue the reenactment. Mm-hmm.

And posit that the driver and the passenger were grappling with one another. (mumbling)

Wait. (groans)
A struggle would also explain the cause of the accident.

Do you not agree, Dr. Fuentes? I do.

You have surprisingly great strength, Dr. Brennan.

I know.

Is there anything else?

Yes. If you would let me up...

I found a comminuted fracture to the right fifth rib, inconsistent with the abrasion left by the steering wheel.

When Hodgins swabbed, he found traces of silicon, like that found in microprocessors.

The injuries had to be caused by something the victim was carrying, because they were localized on the rib.

Very good.

Please reexamine the ribs.

BOOTH: So, this guy, Horatio-- he works parking cars at Bellamy's.

They probably didn't know that he was a car thief. Mm.

The new intern thought that he and I would be having sex.

Whoa! Whoa! What?!

Sex. He thought we would have sex.

Wait a second.

The Cuban guy?

All right, he flat out told you he wants to have sex with you?

Yes, he was quite brazen.

Whoa-oh. Although I imagine all of my male interns want to have sex with me.

Uh... you do realize that you're talking out loud?

What you just said there.

You're upset.

You know I would never sleep with him.

Well, you know what? You did tell me once that you thought that monogamy was unnatural.

Yes.

That's true. Before I realized that we were symbiotic.

Like a clown fish and a sea anemone.

What?! What are you talking about, Nemo?

That doesn't sound very romantic.

I disagree.

You and I, we're bound to one another.

So much so that I don't feel that I could survive without you.

You nurture me. You protect me.

You are my home.

If I were to damage that by a meaningless dalliance, it would be like k*lling myself.

Something that I would never do.

That sounded a little better.

I would never let anything compromise the life we share, Booth.

I love you.

Okay, now that's romantic.

(laughs)

I love you, too.

Come here. Come on, give us a little kiss.

I'm not gonna kiss you while you're driving.

Hold the steering wheel, and give me a kiss.

I don't... Come on, you can do it.

Hold it right there. You got it? I don't know if that's safe.

Just go straight. You got to give me a kiss.

Okay, you can't say that I'm not romantic now.

Okay. Look at that! Teamwork! Oh!

Compromise!

(laughs)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Here you go, sir.

Bones, Bones.

That's Horatio.

BRENNAN: A lot of beautiful cars.

He must be quite happy here.

Don't worry about the cars, huh?

Horatio?

FBI.

I need to ask you a few questions about Benny Jerguson.

Oh. Uh, you got the wrong guy.

I'm Carlos, not Horatio.

Everyone makes that mistake.

Uh, Horatio's pulling up right now.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Please, Bones, stay back.

Bones, easy. No, no, no. Slow, slow. - What?

Easy, easy. Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy!

Just stay here, okay? No!

No, no...

Oh, oh, oh, easy, easy, easy, easy, okay?

Just relax, just watch.

I got the g*n. Just stay behind me.

(man speaking Spanish)

I don't see him.

BRENNAN: Oh!
(grunts)

Hey, look out!

MAN: Are you crazy?

Booth!

Hey, hey!

(both grunting)

Really? With the lettuce?

Duck! Aah!

(grunts)

Oh, oh!

Whew!

All right. Oh!

(laughs)
(kitchen staff clapping)

Nothing more romantic than a man who can handle himself in the kitchen.

Right.

How many times do I have to tell you I didn't k*ll Benny?

He was like a brother to me.

A brother who turned on you in prison.

You got it wrong.

I told Benny to rat me out so he'd get an early release.

Yo, he was getting beaten in prison every day. Shived once.

Right. You're just a bighearted guy, right?

Who just ran away and att*cked a Federal agent.

I didn't run because of Benny.

You ran because you were downloading keyless entry systems to cars that you were supposed to be valeting.

We got it all off your smart phone.

You were gonna steal those cars.

What? You're expecting a confession?

When was the last time you saw Benny?

Right when I got out the joint.

But he came to me.

And I told him to get lost.

"Get lost"? This guy you thought of as your brother, you told him to "get lost"?

Yeah.. 'Cause I knew he had a better chance without me.

I mean, Benny got a job, a real one.

All on his own.
(laughs)

I was proud of him.

I didn't want to mess that up.

Because you knew you were going to keep stealing cars?

I know who I am, okay?

I wish I could change but some things are just the way they are.

But Benny...
(laughs)

Benny had a sh*t.

He was talking about getting married, raising kids.

Hmm. What did he want from you?

Encryption codes to break into a BMW 7 Series.

I told him no, but he begged me.

Said it's just one car.

I guess he wasn't gonna make it.

He was a good guy.

Said he didn't have a choice.

You know, I told him, "Let me do it."

But he wouldn't let me.

Said it'd be safer if I didn't get involved.

I should've went with him.

MONTENEGRO: So this is everything you were able to get from the septic fluid?

HODGINS:
Everything made of silicone.

Unfortunately this is just shattered substrate from a motherboard.

Well, any clue what it used to be?

From this?
(groans)

This could be anything.

Uh, cell phone, digital camera.

Maybe even a toaster.

Our best bet in recovering anything is to do a J-tag examination.

And by best bet, you mean...?

(groans)
Approximately slim to none.

For you.

From the right fifth rib.

What is it?

Huh.

Appears to be a piece of a silicone chip.

Which might help you in completing your puzzle.

Wow, good job there, brother.

I couldn't have done it without all the support I get here.

Part of that is the way you look.

(laughs)

(sighs)

It's not... just about the money.

My father always wanted me to defect.

He wanted this life for me.

He fought the government, was sent to prison three times.

I couldn't leave him there alone.

When he d*ed...

My life here is for him.

My success? It–it will show my people what's possible.

Well, he's tough to dislike.

(laughs) Even though you need to take a cold shower.

BOOTH:
So, what you have here is every car theft report in Virginia in the past three months.

This is not really my job, Booth.

No, it is when the bureau is backlogged and there's budget cuts.

No, actually not.

I'm trained to...

To catch the bad guys, okay?

If you don't pitch in to help catch the k*ller, he goes free and it's on your head.

Now you're using guilt, Booth. That-that's beneath you.

No, not really. See, I'm all about results.

I'm a result-oriented guy. Okay, so Benny and Horatio went after the luxury brand models.

Typically they'd go in the middle of the night, and they'd steal the car right out of the guy's garage.

What are there ones? What are the ones with the Post-its?

Thefts that match Benny's M.O.

Geez.

Five in the past three months.

You're right, you know what?

Benny wasn't reformed.

But look at the car he was driving, Booth.

It couldn't have been worth more than a grand, tops.

According to forensic accounting, he had no money saved up.

Plus he was living in a repo yard.

What are you saying, all right?

I know he stole those cars.

I'm not doubting your work, Booth.

But something is off here, all right?

If Benny was actually stealing these high-end cars, why wasn't he making any money?

Huh? Huh?

See, now that's what I do.

Hey.

So, the good news is is that I was able to determine that the chip found in the septic sludge and in Benny's rib came from the same digital recorder.

His boss made him carry one. Yeah.

It was the same make she gave him.

Now, I was able to run a full diagnostic.

I transferred all the binary code.

But I was only able to retrieve this 11-second audio clip.

BENNY: Nah, I can't do this no more. I just want to work repo like I'm supposed to. Stealing cars ain't what I signed up for. Hey, what the hell you doing?!

Get off!

Get off of me!

Oh, God, we're gonna...

Is there any audio of the person who's in the car with him?

No. None that comes through.

Why would Benny record a conversation that could be incriminating?

Maybe he thought it was the only way to get whoever was in that car with him to leave him alone.

I'm thinking it was his mentor Horatio.

Or his boss who told him to record everything.

BENNY:
Nah, I can't do this no more.

I just want to work repo like I'm supposed to.

Stealing cars ain't what I signed up for.

Hey, what the hell are you doing?!

Get off!

Get off of me!

Oh, God, we're gonna...

Why you make me listen to that?

I already said Benny getting k*lled is a damn shame.

(laughs) I can see you're overwhelmed with grief.

You know what?

I didn't like you the second I saw you.

And you're just getting uglier by the minute.

Come on, I looked into your finances.

You're, like, two months max from going out of business.

That's because the economy's in recovery, ain't you heard?

Which is fine and dandy for the rest of the country.

But for us in the repo game?

Recovery sucks.

Why'd you hire Benny?

You never hired a felon before.

Christian charity a crime now?

See, I think you hired him because you knew you can manipulate him into making you some extra cash on the side.

But he wanted out... Excuse me.

You hear my voice on that tape?

You knew he had the recorder on him.

You were smart enough not to talk.

You know what?

I am smart enough to know when to shut my trap.

And I'm shutting it right now.

You have a delicate touch.

I would prefer to be alone while I work.

Is the problem with me, or in your lack of discovery?

Agent Booth has a suspect, but... so far, we don't have enough physical evidence to arrest her.

I see.

When I was... in Cuba, in charge of my own facility, I too would often, um... oh... ¿como se dice?

...let the bones speak to me.

You are delusional if you think an inanimate object can speak.

Ay!

I'm sorry.

That shouldn't have happened.

Coming from a land of atheists, I wouldn't expect you to be a religious man, Dr. Fuentes.

I am an atheist.

This was my father's.

His religion was taken from him and his parents, driven underground... It was very painful to them. But if you don't believe...

I believe in the right to believe.

That's what this means.

Eventually, we all make our own choices.

But we can't make good decisions unless we are exposed to everything.

Can we?

Have I said something wrong?

No.

You are quite right.

Can you hand me that scapula, Dr. Fuentes?

But you already examined it.

As have I.

Unfortunately, there is nothing more to be learned from these bones.

(sighs)

You are correct.

Which is why we have to look at another set of remains.

But these are the only remains we have.

Aren't they?

Dr. Brennan!

Dr. Brennan!

BRENNAN: So far, we have only concentrated on the injuries found on the victim.

What we failed to consider were the fractures the k*ller must have sustained.

FUENTES: That's brilliant.

But you already know that.

MONTENEGRO: Based on the damage done to the car, I extrapolated the speed to be approximately 25 miles per hour on impact.

From the unilateral fracturing to the left side of the body, we know the victim was facing the k*ller.

BRENNAN: And likely struggling with her.

Which means the k*ller was also facing the victim.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

And what about seat belts?

On the windshield, radial fracturing suggests that the k*ller's head made contact. Okay, so no seat belts.

All right, you ready?

MONTENEGRO:
(exhales) Okay.

I am always buckling up.

These injuries represent the minimal amount of fracturing that could be sustained to a healthy adult passenger.

Possible fractures to the right side of the body, frontal bone, ribs, ulna and radius.

I've seen these before, in Cuba, since so many of our cars have no air bags.

But a month has gone by.

It's not likely Georgia Grace would exhibit any outward signs of having been in an accident. And yet, underneath her skin, the bone could still be remodeling.

There could be some debris imbedded under her flesh or even in bone.

Meaning that if we got an X ray of the k*ller, then we got her.

Yes.

Georgia Grace volunteered to get X-rayed.

She's clean.

What about Horatio? Nothing.

You got something?

I don't know.

I'm probably reaching, but... okay.

I was rereading, uh, the parole officer's notes, um, 'cause I wanted to understand Benny's state of mind before he was m*rder*d, right?

Right. So that's good, you have something, then.

Maybe. Do you have the list of the cars that you suspect Benny stole?

Um... list of cars...

Right here. List. Okay.

What are the dates that they were stolen?

Uh, March 3, March 8, May 23rd.

(laughs)

Okay, maybe I wasn't reaching.

All of those days correspond to the dates that Benny met with his parole officer.

That's it.

Fowler forced Benny to steal those cars.

And if he didn't, he threatened to throw him back into jail.

Exactly.

And he knew that if Benny got caught, it would all come down on Benny, not him.

It was a sweet scam.

Fowler is not gonna get away with this.

No.

You don't have enough proof to arrest him, Booth.

Plus, he's smart enough not to submit to an X ray.

I don't have to arrest him, I just have to bring him in and ask him a few questions.

Bones, I need your help.

Officer Fowler.

Thanks for coming in. Appreciate it.

Oh. Sure. You get some new information?

Yeah, pieces of the puzzle, you know, you understand.

The tough part is putting it all together.

Yeah, well, whatever I can do.

Like I said, I... it's tough to lose a guy I was responsible for.

I can only imagine. Yeah.

Sorry about going through security, but even us good guys gotta do it.

At least I don't have to take my shoes off.

Ooh, that would stink.

(beeps)

(quietly): The backscatter X-ray is low resolution, so there's very little detail.

That's fine.

(whirring)

You got him?

The radiation just reflects off the target, it doesn't pass through.

Look, I just need a yes or a no, Bones.

I need another pass.

Then maybe I can enhance it.

Hey, Agent Booth, what's the problem here?

Oh, a technical thing, right, with the machine?

You know these government issue things.

Okay, well, my badge should be enough.

Just relax, we'll be right with you.

I'm using a program Angela developed.

It decreases statistical noise and increases resolution.

BOOTH: All right, so he's clean?

Wait.

There's faint evidence of fracturing along the coronal suture.

And Dr. Fuentes was right.

There's metal and glass imbedded in the scalp.

Dr. Hodgins can match it to the make and model of the car.

Hey, what the hell is going on? They won't let me out of here.

Okay, no, just let him out.

Thanks.

Sorry about that. Yeah, no worries.

Hey, turn around. What-what are you doing?

You're under arrest for m*rder. What?

You've got it wrong. BRENNAN: You m*rder*d Benny Jerguson, Officer Fowler. I don't get things wrong.

I really appreciate you coming down here and helping us out. Really means a lot.

You really were a big help.

FUENTES: What a wonderful aroma. Oh.

What are you doing in here? Oh, man.

I wanted it to be a surprise, after you finished your paperwork.

Come.

Voila.

No...

Ropa vieja. Yeah.

I had to improvise a little bit, but luckily a double-neck boiler is perfect for sous vide.

Oh...

Smells just like my father's.

So I read up on the dish.

As you know, ropa vieja means "old clothes."

Well, the name comes from an old wives' tale.

A poor man must cook a meal for his whole family...

Only he has nothing to serve.

So he gathers up his old clothes, imbues them with love, and they miraculously turn into stew.

The family is fed.

Yeah.

I thought it might be a nice way to welcome you to our little family.

Listen, I know you want to be an American now, but I figured you might miss a few things.

Well... (sighs)

You know, if I could've stayed, I would.

It's my home.

And it will be again, one day.

Well, until then...

Until then, I will become a famous and rich American.

And be grateful for my new friend, who, just for a moment, has brought me home.

Cheers.

Salud.

No, no...

(speaking Spanish)

(laughs)

Okay.

Christine is out.

She's sleeping like an angel.

Did you call her an angel because you want her to go to church?

What? No.

I called her an angel because she is one.

I think she should go.

What?

Christine.

To church.

Really? Whoa, whoa.

Wait a second, now. Why?

Because she can.

While I personally don't believe in God, myths can have a very beneficial effect on children.

What if she doesn't think it's a myth?

Well, she is my daughter, Booth.

I trust her to come to a rational decision once she has all the information.

Wow, who would've thought, huh?

Compromise.

I look at it as an exercise in freedom.

Hmm.

You're not saying this because of, uh, Dr. Cuba?

A bit, yes.

He asked you to sleep with him again?

No.

I'm sure he still wants to.

(sighs)

But as long as I have you... Uh-huh.

I would, however, also like to take Christine to the Natural History Museum on Sundays after church.

Is that the place with the dinosaurs?

Yeah.

Who wouldn't want to go there, right?

She's gonna love my T rex imitation.

(snorting, snarling)
Oh!

Rar!
(laughs)

Oh-ho, Mrs. Cavewoman, I'm gonna pick you up with my tiny, little arms in my tiny, little hands!

(snarling)
You can't tell Christine that early man and dinosaurs coexisted.

Mrs. Flintstone, you have no choice.

(snarls)

(laughing)

T. rex att*cks, right there... We're gonna wake up Christine!

What's that mean?