10x07 - The Money Maker on the Merry-Go-Round

[bunniefuu]

(children and parents chattering)

Wow. Now that's a slide, huh, Bud?

It's too hot. I burnt my butt on the way down.

Let's go play on the merry-go-round then. Dad'll take a break.

(children shouting and screaming)

Welcome to the dad playground.

Excuse me? Take a look around you.

Huh.

Are we all divorced?

Most, and I think moms are just too scared to let their kids play on the old play equipment.

It's the exact same stuff that I grew up playing on. I turned out just fine.

That's the kind of talk that got you divorced.

Boy: Daddy? Dad?

Yeah.

The roundy thing is stuck.

(boy grunting)

Yeah, let's figure it out, bud.

Man: Ooh. One of these kids needs a change.

All right, step aside. Dads to the rescue.

Yup.

Wow, she really is stuck.

Let me give you a hand. Yeah.

Okay. On three. Ready?

Yeah.

One, two, three.

(grunting)

(screaming)

(children screaming)

This is not gonna be good for my divorce settlement.

(screaming continues)

Okay, so, how long till Christine can do the dishes, and I can play with my toys after breakfast?

Well, if you feel she's ready for chores, we could start with a simpler task, like clearing the table.

Yeah, just have to pick up all the broken pieces.

I'll let her be a princess for a few more years.

The bubbles are pink, jackass!

Did you just hear what she said?

I believe she said, "The bubbles are pink, jackass."

Bones, Christine said the word "a-s-s," and where I come from, that's a swear word.

"J-a-c-k-a-s-s."

"Jackass" isn't profanity. It's another name for a donkey.

No, it's a gateway swear word, which leads to other, four-letter swear words.

Well, numerous studies have shown that profanity can be quite beneficial when used in moderation.

Okay, you're not seriously arguing that our four-year-old should be swearing?

Use of occasional profanity has been linked to increased circulation, elevated endorphins and an overall sense of calmness.

(phone ringing)

No, no.

Don't science-up the swearing.

We got to talk here, all right, pumpkin?

Listen, Christine, that word that you just used, okay, to call your bunny-- that's a naughty word.

We don't say that in this house.

Okay?

A body was found on a playground in Forest Hill under a merry-go-round.

Well, last time I checked, people just don't crawl under those things and die on their own.

I have to get ready. The remains are on their way to the lab.

All right, I'll take Little Miss, uh, (whispering): Potty Mouth to Max's.

Then I'll go to the office then.

Okay.

So, about the naughty words.

Right? Are we clear?

We don't use them in this house.

Yes.

Okay. But it's not my fault.

Bunny is a jackass.

Brennan: The parabolic dental arch indicates the victim was Caucasian, while the lack of subpubic concavity suggests male.

Age will be a bit more difficult because...

I got age.

Slightly coarse granularity of the auricular surfaces puts him mid-to-late 20s.

It's a piece of cake.

This is not a competition, Oliver.

You are delightfully naive.

Brennan: I am noticing deep incisions to the nasal bones, zygomatic arches and the maxilla.

Now, what kind of person shoves a dead body under a piece of playground equipment?

A fun-loving person?

How's it going over there?

Saroyan: Lots of tissue dried onto the metal.

It's gonna take a while to scrape off.

Brennan: There's also evidence of rodent predation, so, separating the damage from an assailant and the playground environment will be a challenge for you, Dr. Wells.

Challenge accepted.

The degree of brown discoloration in the tissue puts time of death between two and two and a half days ago.

Cam, as a mother, how do you feel about swearing?

I try to limit it to stubbing my toe, getting caught in traffic...

I meant Michelle.

Oh.

Only when she sings along to music she likes.

Christine used the word "jackass" this morning, and Booth said that it was a gateway profanity.

Wells: Jackass. How adorable, huh?

I think my first one was in the ass family, also.

Brennan: I don't feel that children should be punished for expressing themselves in a non-violent manner.

Damn!

Looks like our victim was sporting a mouthful of porcelain veneers.

Oh.

A set of veneers like this could cost as much as $30,000.

Meaning our victim had money.

Hodges: Not on him, he didn't. I wasn't able to find a wallet or a cell phone in the victim's clothing or effects.

Saroyan: Lack of melanin in a band shape on the flesh of the left ring finger suggests the victim was also missing a wedding band.

Hodges: Sounds like he was robbed.

Well, we may not know who the victim was, or what k*lled him, but it sounds like we just found motive.

Uh, um, can someone please retrieve this piece of evidence so it's not compromised?

Hodges: Yeah.

In a second. I just got to get a picture of this for the Christmas party.

Seriously?

(camera shutter clicking)

Smile.

One second.

♪ Bones 10x07 ♪
The Money Maker on the Merry-Go-Round
Original Air Date on November 13

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

♪ ♪

As you requested, every theft in the area surrounding Forest Hill Playground for the last year.

If you need anything else, I'm here, happy to help.

Thanks. That's all I need for now.

Tell you what, I'll let you get back to the, uh, exciting world of warrant returns.

So you think the victim might have been k*lled for his valuables, huh?

I thought you had paperwork to do.

Yeah. Which no one ever reads.

In pulling those reports, I noticed a string of robberies at a hostel less than a mile from where the body was dumped. Four in the past month here. Local PD hasn't had much luck catching the thieves. And if the guy was staying at the hostel, someone might have seen him there.

My thought exactly.

I'll see if anyone there recalls seeing a guy fitting our victim's description.

Oh, ho. Slow down. Pump the brakes there.

What, are you assigning yourself to the case?

I guess so.

Thanks for saving me from desk duty.

Great. Anything I can do to help you out, Aubrey.

Would you like anything else? How about my lunch?

How about...? Would you like a bite of my sandwich?

Yes.

You're a prince, you know that?

Dr. Brennan, when you first started, how many hours were you pulling?

Before I had a family, I was in the lab anywhere from ten to 15 hours a day, including weekends.

Why do you ask?

Because one day, I plan on surpassing you as the world's foremost forensic anthropologist.

I applaud your ambition, Dr. Wells, but being the best in your field requires more than the accumulation of hours.

Well, I'm also a genius with a 160 IQ, so, I think I'm okay.

Perhaps, but I'd temper yourself.

The likelihood of you being as good as I am is very remote.

Oh, no.

Not "as good as." Better than.

I believe the expression is, "Bring it on over," Dr. Wells.

No. The expression is "Bring it on."

There's no "over." But okay.

Hemorrhagic staining to the area surrounding the wound on the frontal bone suggests that the injury was sustained around time of death.

The staining could have been the result of a minor head injury that became exaggerated during its time under the merry-go-round.

We can't know for sure if it's cause of death until the skull is reconstructed.

Unfortunately, that's going to have to wait.

I need the skull.

Brennan: But we need it to determine cause of death.

Which isn't gonna do much good if we don't know who was k*lled.

Angela said that the skull was damaged too much to get a facial reconstruction.

And I concur.

But I do not.

Montenegro: Cam, you're either a genius, or a deeply disturbed human being.

Saroyan: Would you mind passing me the victim's nose?

It's weird that that's not a weird question.

Thank you.

Okay.

So, roughly?

Okay.

According to my notes, the length of the victim's skull is ten inches, which means the tip of the nose should be placed a quarter of an inch lower.

Okay.

How's that look?

Like a shredded nose adhering to the golden ratio.

Cannot believe we're doing this.

Well, I've always loved arts and crafts.

Now, all we need to do is add the ear.

Okay.

And we'll have ourselves a face.

So, the bottom of the lobe should be placed parallel with the tip of the nose.

Okay.

A glue stick?

Hey, forensic lo-Fi.

I think we're ready.

(electronic whirring)

Okay, so, I'll scan the image into the Angelatron.

I'll fill in the gaps, and smooth out the contours.

Add some color to the flesh to compensate for the dehydration.

From Frankenstein to just plain old Frank.

So, we know the victim was married.

Hopefully, his wife reported him missing.

(computer chirping)

(beeping)

Good call.

"Toby Wachlin."

Reported missing by his wife yesterday.

Woman: Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Aubrey: Mrs. Wachlin, we know that this is a lot to take in, but if we're going to catch your husband's k*ller, we need your help here.

I don't know how to help.

I-I don't know how to do anything.

Toby was the one who took care of everything.

The mortgage, the bills, the lightbulbs.

I never even changed a lightbulb.

Okay, I can show you how to do that later, but right now, we need to know if your husband had any enemies, anyone who'd want to hurt him.

Mrs. Wachlin: No.

Toby was... sweet, generous.

He tipped well. People loved him.

That's another thing.

I don't know how much to tip, or-or even who to tip.

Waiters, I know, but the front desk guy at a hotel...

Annie, stop pacing. Just breathe. That's it. Have a seat, please. Just sit down. Continue breathing.

When was the last time you saw Toby?

I was down in Miami with my girlfriends all week.

But the day before last, I got a call from Lucia, our housekeeper.

Lucia said Toby never came home from work the previous night.

Aubrey: Was that uncommon?

Toby worked late, sure, but he'd always come home, even if it was just for a few hours.

And where was it that your husband worked?

Toby was a trader at Horizon Equities.

Booth: Great. Okay.

Thank you so much for coming in.

I think we got everything that we need right now.

Uh, and if we have any more questions, we'll get in touch with you, okay? (clears throat)

You've been such a help.

Yeah.

Am I supposed to tip you guys?

No. Th-This way. We go this way.

No tips. No tips.

Horizon is the biggest hedge fund in DC.

They manage over $4 billion in assets.

When you're dealing with that kind of money, there's always a motive for m*rder.

That kind of money can turn.

(elevator bell dings)

That's for sure.

Hold on. Look, before we get into this elevator, I want to make sure you're okay.

With what? Going to a hedge fund?

You hate the one percent more than I do, and that says something.

Aw, come on, Booth, I want to bring down the bad guys.

That's what we do, so let's...

I read your file, and I know what happened to you.

Oh.

Great. Then you know how important a case like this is to me.

Right.

Man: Toby was the head of my high-frequency trading fund.

Figures you'd have one of those.

What does that mean?

It means he used computer algorithms to front-run the market and cheat the firm's own clients so you could increase profits.

Isn't that right, Mason?

Not technically front-running.

Nothing illegal in that.

There isn't?

Legally, these defenders of capitalism don't even have to act in their client's best interests.

(men shouting, cheering, clapping)

(shouting, whooping)

New kid just shorted CDK to the tune of a million shares.

Excellent. Please... pass this along as an expression of my gratitude.

Booth: That was a joke, right?

You just tossed him a lot of money.

Nine or ten thousand, I'd imagine-- but it's actually quite small considering he just made me $10 million.

Aubrey: Okay, did Toby lose any of your money recently?

I'll ignore the offensive implication of that question and answer anyway. Yes.

Toby, uh, hit the wrong key last week and cost our fund $8 million.

But last year alone, he made the firm over half a billion dollars.

Me k*lling him over a few measly million would be bad business, and I don't do bad business.

Right. Well, I'm gonna need a list of all the employees who lost money because of Toby's mistake.

Of course.

You can start with the beast in the purple tie, Blair Ellis.

Poor guy's been struggling lately.

He got hit hard because of Toby's mistake.

But Blair's a good person.

The only thing he wants to k*ll is the market.

(grunting angrily)

Booth: So, three days ago, Toby hit the wrong button on a computer-- a mistake that cost you, what, $500,000?

And that same night he gets m*rder*d and robbed.

Right, so I'm figuring Toby robs you, you rob Toby-- it's eye for an eye.

When you're on a team, you don't k*ll the quarterback just because he had a bad day.

Sure, you know, I got a little pissed.

But I'm all about the team.

And the Horizon team is worse off because Toby's gone.

Yeah, but Toby wasn't really on the same team, was he, Blair?

What do you mean?

Yeah, what do you mean?

You old-school brokers hate high-frequency traders like Toby-- you think they're gaming the system, making a mint, and locking you out.

We all have different positions to play.

See, that's... that's how a team works.

Booth: Right. We know all about your team philosophy.

Right? As the quarterback for the Spartans, you led them to a national championship your junior year.

Sort of backs up my position, doesn't it?

Look, I would never hurt a teammate-- you could ask any of the guys I played with.

Yeah, but that temper of yours ended up getting you suspended the following year for, uh, punching out a ref, right?

Yeah. In the heat of the game.

You know, this... this is all crap.

Utter crap.

Dr. Wells, what can I do for you?

Seriously?

Oh. Sorry.

I just... saw the curly hair, beard, lab coat.

Both brilliant, of course.

Me a little more so.

Here's an example of why-- I just finished combing through the victim's clothing for particulates, right?

Well, most of what I found was silica play sand, Zoysia grass and rust.

All stuff you find in a playground.

Yep. But none of it was in the treads of his shoes.

Which means he was k*lled someplace else.

Are you gonna give me bad or good news next?

Well, I also found traces of sulfuryl fluoride, also known as Vikane, Zythor or Master Fume.

Those all sound like names of super villains.

Nope.

They are brand names for a structural insecticide.

So Toby was in a structure that had recently been fumigated.

Yep. And sulfuryl fluoride is an extremely deadly gas.

So Toby had been gassed to death.

Nope.

Okay, Dr. Hodgins, can you cut to the chase here?

It's not always the destination, it's the journey.

Nope, it's the destination.

Okay, sulfuryl fluoride is highly regulated, so much so that only one company in all of DC is licensed to use it-- a company called Insects No More-- so they're sending over the names of their most recent jobs.

Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Nope.

Okay, if any of the names on that list are known drug dealers, we may actually be in luck.

I found traces of cocaine in the victim's nasal cavity.

What, a drug deal gone wrong?

Wouldn't be the first time.

Fortunately, there's another powder mixed in with the cocaine.

Fortunately?

Sometimes dealers mix cocaine with other dr*gs to create their own signature blend.

The DEA tracks these blends and where they're currently being sold.

So we may be able to find out where Toby bought this.

Yup, and if we're lucky, who he bought it from.

After finding the cocaine, Cam reexamined Toby's nasal septum and discovered perforation.

You're telling me he had a hole in his nose because of the cocaine?

The degree of damage suggests that he'd been using heavily for a while.

Wall Street and cocaine, right?

Now you can understand my suspicion.

Booth, capitalism requires...

Ah. I'm not the only one who hates the business.

Aubrey does, too.

Do you know that his father was a Wall Street guy?

Owned his own investment firm.

Then I would think that he would appreciate the need for strong financial markets.

His father was arrested for securities fraud when Aubrey was 13 years old.

All right, he ran a Ponzi scheme-- he bilked clients out of millions.

Oh, so his dad's in jail?

Nope. He skipped bail, hopped on a plane to, uh, Croatia, and he left a single mom with a 13-year-old boy completely broke.

That must have been very difficult for him.

Took me years to process the fact that my parents left me.

Right, but your parents left to keep you safe, not to save their own skin.

Do you think he can be objective enough to work on the case?

I don't know.

I finished reconstructing the victim's skull, and, of course, found exactly what we were looking for. Comminuted fracturing.

The damage to the frontal bone would have resulted in severe cerebral contusions.

Meaning I found cause of death.

Not too bad, huh?

You were merely following the instructions given to you.

So that's how you want to play it?

Okay. Not a problem, because this well runs deep.

Very, very deep.

Dr. Wells, I often find you to be a real pain in my ass.

Wow. If I wasn't so shocked, I might be offended.

The occasional curse word can serve as a healthy form of nonviolent retribution.

So you swore to stop yourself from hitting me?

Given your personality, I'd imagine you're quite used to that.

There appear to be multiple points of impact on this wound.

Wells: Meaning the victim was bashed in the head more than once.

With what appears to be the corner of a heavy object.

A brick, maybe.

Quite a careless supposition, since there doesn't seem to be any rough trace in the wound.

(sighs): But... you're inexperienced.

Perhaps we'll have a better idea of what struck him when you separate the peri- and postmortem damage on the rest of the bones.

Dr. Brennan?

How am I supposed to prove myself when you keep giving me orders that interfere with my investigatory methods?

You have an IQ of 160-- figure it out.

So, this is a map showing every job Insects No More has done in DC over the past month.

There's got to be 50 jobs here.

Yeah, it was a little overwhelming for Angie, too.

But remember the powder you found in the cocaine?

Well, that is not a drug, it's a pollen.

A Hungarian oak pollen, to be exact.

Saroyan: Exact is good.

We'll take exact.

So, Hungarian oaks are only grown in a handful of areas in DC.

And I'm guessing the area surrounding the playground isn't one of them.

Not even close.

Check this out.

So, these are the only four locations the trees exist in DC.

Now all we have to do is find a recently fumigated house near those oaks.

No problem.

So, two weeks ago, Insects No More fumigated... this house on a Hungarian oak-lined street in Woodley Park.

Woodley Park?

That's a couple of blocks away from the victim's office.

This must have been where he went after work.

A ridiculous house with a bunch of obnoxious cars in the driveway.

This is either Toby's dealer's place or one of the other traders.

The trader he worked with, Derek Kaplan-- his name is on the lease.

Wow, man, these idiots, they have way too much money.

Wait, so Kaplan was here with Toby the night of his death, and he didn't bother to mention that when we were in his office?

Sounds like he has something to hide.

(muffled music playing)

(doorbell rings)

(party chatter)

The blow is in the den and the girls are all over.

Come on in, twinsies.

Are you kidding me?

♪ We on the ground, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ We toat nine, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ You know my clique, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ Pocketts thick, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ We on the ground, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ We toat nine, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ We on the ground, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ We toat nine, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ You know my clique, gotta get dat money ♪
♪ Pocketts thick, gotta get dat money. ♪

You got to be kidding me.

In the middle of the afternoon?

Well, what's the point if you can't have a nice lunch now and then?

I... Right, okay, that's it.

FBI. Break it down.

(laughing)

Let's go.

Okay, Snuffy-- get the bill out of the nose.

Come on, put it down.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Kaplan: We weren't hurting anybody.

I cannot believe you just shut down my party.

Hey, look, before I get into the long list of illegal activities going on around here, did you not think that we would know that Toby was here the night he d*ed?

Well, I was kind of hoping that you wouldn't find out. (chuckles)

All right, that probably wasn't the right response but I'm really, really coked up right now.

I should probably call one of my lawyers.

I don't care how many lawyers you have, it's not gonna help keep you out of jail for m*rder.

Whoa. I didn't k*ll Toby.

We were just partying that night with some of the guys.

Right, right, with the dr*gs and the hookers.

Well, I mean, I said it was a party, didn't I? Techs found traces of blood in the back bedroom.

Looks like somebody tried to clean it up.

Oh, man.

(sighs) I'm calling it a night, Dr. Wells.

We can come back and hit it fresh in the morning.

(clicks tongue)Dr. Brennan already cursed me out, I'm not leaving until I find something that impresses the crap out of her tomorrow morning.

Dr. Brennan cursed you out?

She said I was a pain in her ass.

Not a pain in the ass.

A pain in her ass.

Specifically, her ass.

Way to go, Dr. Brennan.

So have you found anything?

Superficially, all this damage appears to be the result of some horrifically dangerous playground equipment.

Except for this-- a perimortem incision to the distal end of the right radius.

Looks like a defensive wound.

Based on the U-shaped kerf floor, the w*apon that was used to cause this wound was some sort of thin, cylindrical object that came to a sharp point.

Excellent work.

Well, you know that.

Will you tell that to Dr. Brennan?

Good night, Dr. Wells.

So I stitched together all the photos taken by the FBI techs and created a virtual crime scene.

The room is full of thick, solid corners.

The victim could have smashed his face on any one of them.

Then maybe we'd have better luck looking for the sharp, spiky w*apon that was used to create the teeny, tiny microscopic nick that I discovered.

While doing the work that Dr. Brennan asked you to do.

If I remember correctly, and I always do...

Hey, hey, hey.

What about the candlestick?

Oh, Angela's right. The spike meant to hold the candle could have been used to slice the victim's arm.

While the square base could have been used to smash his face in.

Congratulations, Angela.

I think you just found our m*rder w*apon.

I'm surprised you didn't notice that, Oliver.

Yeah, I've been looking through Horizon's financials.

Same here. So Mason assigned Kaplan to work with Toby last month, but Toby dismissed him from the high-frequency trading division.

(phone chimes) So Kaplan has a motive as well as means and opportunity.

Just got a text from the lab-- they ran the prints from the bloody candlestick.

Oh, so we have enough to bust Kaplan.

No, they're not from him.

They're from one of the hookers at the party-- a McKenzie Solloway.

I'll let you talk to her.

Bring her in, will you?

(knocking on the door)

I don't know what you heard, but it's not true.

I run a legitimate business selling linens online.

Linens. Used?

Our agents found Toby Wachlin's phone, wallet and wedding ring in your apartment.

Okay, look, I know that you were with Toby Wachlin the night that he was k*lled.

Toby's a good client.

He ordered some sheets, I happened to be in the neighborhood, so I dropped them off.

We found your prints on the candlestick that was used to b*at him to death.

Those were $4,000 sheets.

And Toby didn't have the cash, so, yeah, I took his stuff as collateral.

He flipped out, he came charging at me, so I picked up the candlestick, and I swung it at him.

And you just kept bashing away until he was dead, right?

I nicked his arm, that's all.

Toby got the message.

He said he'd get me my money, but he needed his phone back.

His phone?

You had the guy's wallet and his wedding ring, and all he cared about was his phone?

I said he'd get it back, when I got my money.

He said okay and left, but he never came back, so I took his stuff.

I figured he'd call me when he got my money.

Well, he couldn't withdraw that kind of money from an ATM.

So, where's Toby planning on getting $4,000 in the middle of the night?

Not my problem.

Actually, it is your problem, McKenzie.

And it's kind of a big one.

So it was hooker in the bedroom, with the candlestick.

Tell me this case is not starting to sound like a game of "Clue."

And it is a game I plan on winning.

How's it coming over there?

This looks like it's vicuna wool.

Wait, that's the same as the victim's suit.

Check this out.

So, then this must be the candlestick that sliced the victim's arm.

Unfortunately, the base of the candlestick is too thick to have caused the comminuted fracturing to the frontal bone.

So, then this isn't the m*rder w*apon.

Which means I still have a chance to take down Dr. Brennan.

Okay, look, I like a good underdog story as much as the next guy, but my money's on Dr. B.

What the hell, Hodgins?

I thought we were, you know, beard buddies.

Sorry, dude, but I've worked with this woman for over ten years, and I have never not once ever, seen anyone better.

And, as for the beards, when I look at you, I feel like I'm looking in the mirror, and I have a hangover.

You might want to, you know, clean up a bit there.

I'm gonna remember this conversation when I'm the one running things, and you are looking for a job.

In the world where scenario exists, I won't need a job, because I will be a power forward for the Lakers.

Beneath the postmortem damage there appears to be evidence of hemorrhagic staining to the cortical bone on the right side mandible.

It's difficult to see, of course not for me.

The bone bruising appears to be circular in shape, and about 25 millimeters in diameter.

So, maybe the face of a hammer?

The wound hardly seems severe enough.

I mean, even the light swinging of a hammer would result in slight depression fracture.

Sounds like you two aren't having any more luck than I am.

I analyzed the blood found in the bedroom and discovered traces of amylase, an enzyme found in the salivary glands.

Which suggests that the blood came from a nose bleed and is not the result of the m*rder.

So, the prost*tute was telling the truth.

Toby wasn't k*lled in the bedroom.

Booth: Look, she still could have k*lled Toby.

She just probably didn't do it in the back bedroom.

She won't tell us where she went after.

Probably protecting another client.

Right, or herself.

I'll tell you what, why don't we just ask some of the other girls who were at the party?

You know what? They're all gonna cooperate.

Please, please tell me it isn't true.

It-it's a joke, right? I mean, they're messing with me? They've got to be messing with me.

Slow down, who's messing with you?

The other traders' wives have been talking...

You would know.

Was Toby taking dr*gs... and sleeping with other women?

Oh, my God.

It is true.

How did I not see this?

Gone all the time, and I believed he was working.

I'm so gullible, such a fool.

Look, your husband was dealing with a lot of problems...

Trust me, you're better off.

Not now.

Might as well face it.

Your husband stopped loving you a long time ago.

Aubrey.

He told me he loved me.

Every morning.

If he really loved you, he would've put your well-being ahead of his own no matter what, okay?

But he chose to rip a family apart in order to get rich.

Look, that's enough.

Really?

Is it?

Yes.

My-my husband might have had problems, but... he's dead.

I'm sorry, okay?

I didn't mean...

I'm sorry.

(computer trilling)

Okay, I have everything we need to rehydrate an eyeball.

Except for a good reason.

Well, Toby didn't care that the hooker took his wedding ring or his wallet.

All he wanted was his phone, right?

Which means there's something important in that phone.

And your eyeballs weren't good enough to see it?

Well, there's one locked file on the phone.

And it can only be unlocked using Toby's iris.

Ah, so you need to scan the iris.

I get it.

Well, I'll just inject a little saline, and have this raisin looking like a grape in no time.

Wow, that is... possibly the worst and the most wonderful thing I have ever seen.

Okay.

(beeps)

All right, we're in.

So, this is an audio file.

Barnes: There's 500K here, Toby.

I need this money in Kevin Rovito's pocket as soon as possible.

Who's Kevin Rovito?

I don't know.

I'm serious, Toby, I want our computers right next to their server no matter how much it costs us.

Okay...

He is the chief technical officer of the CitiCore Stock Exchange.

He recorded his boss planning a bribe.

Every high-frequency trading firm wants their computer as close to the main server as possible, because it can shave off nanoseconds of time that it takes to make a trade.

Nanoseconds?

Yeah, and one or two in your favor can make you, like, tens of millions of dollars.

A 500 grand bribe is just the cost of doing business.

Illegal business.

So, you were right about Toby's boss.

You know one, you know 'em all.

Right.

Look, what happened back there...

I'm really sorry, Booth.

It was out of line.

Normally I'm a good agent...

No, you are a good agent.

So you think you got it out of your system?

I don't know.

Well, we better figure that out because we just harpooned a big whale, and I'm gonna need some help reeling him in.

Maybe you should take Dr. Brennan this time.

I've been monopolizing you lately.

Look, you're the one who said we should be looking at Toby's boss.

Yeah, I got a, uh, mountain of paperwork.

It should all be filed if you're gonna bring him in, right?

Okay. All right.

Do your paperwork, and I'll, uh...

I'll take Bones.

(sighs)

Sure. Let me call you back.

Booth: Mason Barnes, you're under arrest for suspicion to commit securities fraud.

You sure you know what you're doing, son?

I'm a very powerful man.

Not today you're not.

Turn around. Let's go.

Booth, these handles Yeah. match the wound we found on Toby's mandible.

Oh, and there's blood on the corner of the desk.

This is the m*rder w*apon.

Right. Looks like we'll be adding a m*rder charge, huh?

Let's go. Come on.

There's 500K here, Toby.

I need this money in Kevin Rovito's pocket as soon as possible.

Toby was blackmailing you?

After all I did for that son of a bitch, all the money I made for him.

He just wanted more and more.

He learned from the master, didn't he? So what happened?

You got sick and tired of paying him? So what did you do? You took his head and you just slammed him into the desk?

As much as I'd like to take credit for k*lling him, it wasn't me.

Okay, then how do you explain all the evidence we have on you?

I leave my office door unlocked.

Anybody could have been in there with him.

Pinning this on "anybody," that's not gonna help you. Good thing you have a lot of money because lawyers are very expensive.

Intersecting radiating fracture line tells me that the victim's skull was smashed into the corner of the desk a total of... nine times.

Although the extent of these injuries suggests that Toby was dead following the third or fourth blow.

Sounds like Mason was really pissed off.

I guess I would've been the same.

We don't yet have the evidence to conclude that Mason Barnes is the k*ller, Dr. Wells.

Which means I still have a chance to be the one to bring this case home.

Oh, you are swearing in your head right now, aren't you?

I believe the phrase is "like a naval seaman."

I believe it's "like a sailor."

That's what I said.

We should focus on the top and back portions of the skull.

Because that's where the k*ller would have placed his hands during the b*ating.

The cranial sutures would have provided an easy exit point for the force of the blows.

But I'm sure you knew that.

Yes. Of course.

Because the pressure would have forced the sutures to pop, creating... the jagged edge.

And one of the pieces of the exposed bone could have easily come in contact with the k*ller's hands.

Are you looking for that microscopic nick on the edge of the sagittal suture?

Damn it. There's something in the wound. Something shiny.

I'll give this to Dr. Hodgins for a detailed analysis.

I guess you just officially handed me my ass, Dr. Brennan?

Yes. As long as you are here, I will consider it my obligation to continue trying to destroy you, Dr. Wells.

I guess I sort of asked for that, huh?

Yes, you did.

The Spanish writer Baltasar Gracián once wrote, "A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends."

Don't stop trying, Dr. Wells.

Second best can be good enough for many people.

Montenegro: Mason claims he was at home with an escort of his own the night that Toby was k*lled.

He was kind enough to pass along his smart phone as proof.

I'm not sure "kind" is the right word.

Is there any way to verify when these photos were taken?

Yeah, I'll do that now.

No, the metadata all lines up.

Looks like he was telling the truth.

He wasn't in the office that night.

Okay, so that particulate that Dr. Brennan found in the victim's skull, it turned out to be a piece of emerald.

Emerald is fairly easily to scratch.

Coming in contact with a sharp piece of bone could definitely chip it.

So... what, are we looking for a jeweler now?

According to the Horizon server, you logged into your computer at 2:00 a.m.

Those files are confidential.

We got a warrant.

Okay, so I was there.

Sometimes I come in early to work the foreign markets.

But I never saw Toby.

It was just me.

Booth: Let me get this straight.

So it was just you and Toby there but you never saw him?

(stammers) You're actually gonna go with that story?

You caught Toby stealing cash from your boss and you smashed his head into the desk.

Wait, so now you're saying I k*lled the guy because he was stealing someone else's money?

Booth: That's right.

Because of your famous temper.

But then again, this wasn't about the-the money.

It was all about the team, right?

I want a lawyer.

I'm done talking.

There's blood on the stone, Booth.

Look at that.

You don't have to say a word.

'Cause we have all the evidence we need right there.

You chipped your ring while you were assaulting him. It lodged in his skull.

Y-You don't understand. I didn't... I didn't mean to k*ll him. It was... it was an accident.

You smashed Toby's head into the desk nine times.

I was just trying to teach him a lesson. I mean, without loyalty, we're nothing. Right?

♪ Clone ♪
♪ Caught hold of your flood lung ♪
♪ Harbor your someone ♪
♪ Prevent me ♪
♪ Shown ♪
♪ You swoon in your lace run... ♪

Booth told me I could find you here.

Dr. Brennan. Just saw the news.

You two got a nice shout-out for busting the head of Horizon.

And the m*rder*r.

I imagine you would like to be receiving those accolades.

Booth told you what I did, huh?

Yes.

And about your father.

Yeah, that's my problem.

You know, you don't have to...

I know.

My father was a criminal, too.

I was 15 when I was abandoned.

I-I was angry for years.

How did you... get over it?

I didn't.

So this isn't a comforting talk.

No.

The pain is always there.

The challenge is to not try to make it go away.

This is really not comforting.

Fighting it is the problem.

We fight to try and change the past or... push it away.

But the pain is part of who we are.

It's like the discovery of the quark.

It upended all of our theories about physics.

There was fury, fighting, but it was true.

And when it was finally accepted, it gave us a better understanding of life.

If we had denied it, there would have been no progress.

That was a really brainy analogy.

Because I'm very brainy.

It's not easy, Aubrey, but... nothing of value is.

Thanks.

So, I left my wallet at work. Perhaps you'd like to buy me a beer out of gratitude?

I'd like that very much.

I thought so.

(chuckles)

Can we, uh, get another one?

♪ sh*t, sold and bleed... ♪

Booth: Oh.

There she is.

Everything go okay with Aubrey?

He'll be fine, once he realizes this isn't something he can solve.

Well, you know what, well, I figured if anyone could talk to him, it'd be you.

I thought I'd be home in time to put Christine to bed.

Did I miss her?

Yeah, she's brushing her teeth.

We had, uh, cake for dinner.

I'm kidding.

(chuckles)

It was pie.

I gather you're no longer upset with her for using gateway profanity?

You know what, I'm, uh... I'm cutting her some slack.

The bunny didn't seem to mind.

I'm waiting for those big four-letter words and then I'll nail it down.

I'm proud of you, Booth.

Thank you.

Well, you know, I'm a good guy.

Oh, really?

(chuckles) Yeah.

I'm ready for bed.

Booth: Aw, I'll put her to bed.

Oh, okay.

Good night, sweetheart.

Give me a hug.

Good night, jackass.

I beg your pardon?

I said good night, jackass.

Don't look at me.

You told me not to say anything.

Well, why did you call Mommy a jackass?

Because you said I could.

I told my teacher that, too.

Did you call your teacher a jackass?

Yes. You said I could.

Not your teacher.

Why not?

Yeah, why not, Mom?

You're not helping, Booth.

Come on, come on, now, Mommy's gonna talk to us.

Ooh.

(buzzing, whirring noises)

(mimics expl*si*n)

Okay, we are gonna sit here and we are gonna listen to Mom explain to us and we are gonna listen to Mom explain to us why not.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Really?

(sighs) Yep. Waiting.