11x11 - The Death in the Defense

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Previously on Bones...

Brennan: Hodgins was called out to the scene at Columbia Heights.

Hodgins: Something is not right underneath this guy's shirt.

They wanted us to find this body.

Back! Now!

Cam, what happened?

I don't know.

Hodgins and Aubrey-- they were-- they were right there when the body blew up.

Oh, my God.

Hey, I'm okay.

Nothing a little aspirin can't cure.

How about Aubrey?

Hodgins: I saw them rushing him into surgery. It didn't look good.

He pulled me out of the way.

He used his body as a shield.

I'm ready.

Ready for what?

To have another baby.

(woman screams)

That sounds like...

Angela.

Help!

Saroyan: Angela, what happened?

We were walking out and-and... and he fell.

Hodgins is paralyzed, Angela.

Woman: Ready?

Hodgins: Yup.

Okay, take your time.

Good.

(panting): See? It's easy.

You ready to go home?

(grunting): Oh, yeah.

Eight weeks here is eight weeks too many.

No offense to you there, Doc.

Mm, well, promise me you will take care of yourself.

Your body is still in shock.

But you're letting me out of here, so I must be doing well.

We'll keep an eye on your lumbar nerves, see if there's any signs of regeneration.

Doc, listen, I felt tingling in my feet this morning.

It could mean a lot of things.

We'll keep monitoring.

I need you to take it slow.

Hey, so the bags are in the car, and the paperwork is signed, and I did hear that part about you taking it slow.

Doctor: No work yet.

The hematoma crushed the nerves on your lower spine, but it didn't sever them, which means they're still prone to further damage.

Right now you have mobility above the waist. You can breathe on your own. Protect that.

Okay, let's go home.

Yes, that is the best idea you've ever had.

Booth: That's great news.

Hodgins is finally home.

It's certainly an improvement over the rehabilitation hospital.

Oh, come on.

This is good stuff.

He's been through a lot.

Things are finally getting back to normal.

I do not think that is the case.

I... examined the results of his MRI, and I read extensively on spinal trauma.

Sorry, but what are you saying?

Hodgins will almost certainly never walk again.

Come on, you don't know that.

Okay, no one's going to work harder than Hodgins.

It's not a question of hard work, Booth.

Sure it is, Bones.

Look, I've seen my share of this kind of thing.

You're referring to your experience with soldiers wounded in w*r?

Look, the emotional recovery can be as tough as the physical one, but there's nothing more (phone rings) important than hope.

A city worker found a body off the expressway.

They're bringing it to the lab now.

All right, I'll drop you there.

Bray: The predation to the body is extensive.

Likely rats, based on the teeth marks to the cortical surfaces.

Well, they certainly went to town on the victim's clothing and organs.

The small mastoid processes suggest the victim was female.

And the medial clavicular epiphyses are almost completely fused.

It gives us an age range between 24 and 32.

The sixth and seventh ribs evince remodeled damage, possibly consistent with stabbing.

And they appear to be at least one year old.

The temporal, zygomatic, and nasal bones show complete, comminuted fracturing.

That kind of blunt force trauma could cause a fatal brain hemorrhage.

It is likely our cause of death.

If we can figure out time of death, we may be able to match her to a missing persons report.

Mr. Bray, you've been studying blowflies.

Do you feel confident making that determination?

These are Calliphoridae larvae.

They are first generation, suggesting our body is one day old.

With this level of decomposition?

I agree, it's odd.

What am I missing?

Hodgins: Bertha.

Saroyan: Dr. Hodgins, welcome back. (chuckling)

Well, a surprise is, by definition, unexpected,se. but yes.

We are happy to see you.

The doctor said he shouldn't be back at work so soon, but Hodgins threatened to hitchhike if I didn't bring him by to say hello.

Yeah, and it seems like we got here just in time.

Wendell, you forgot about tropical storm Bertha.

Ah, it rained for hours this weekend.

Yeah, 18 hours.

Blowflies don't fly in the rain, and if they don't fly...

They don't colonize.

I mistook time of insect colonization for time of death.

Hodgins: Factor in the delayed bug activity, and this body is more than two days old.

Excellent work, Dr. Hodgins.

I really missed you, man. We all have.

I-If you guys give us a little bit of time to finish our preliminary exam, we can all grab lunch.

Oh, no, we don't have time for lunch.

What do you mean?

I'm working this case.

♪ Bones 11x11 ♪
The Death in the Defense
Original Air Date on April 14, 2016

♪ Main Title Theme ♪
The Crystal Method

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Cam, I do not know how you managed to get along without me because I have already found...

Dr. Hodgins, I'm aware of your condition.

There's a reason why your doctor told you not to do too much.

I feel good.

As a friend, I need you to take care of yourself.

But as your co-worker, I'm helping you solve this case.

Check it out.

I found it in the victim's pocket.

She wasn't wearing it?

Nope.

And the chain is broken, which could tell us something about how she d*ed. Plus... there's an inscription on it.

Saroyan: Saint John the Divine Catholic Church.

There's one here in D.C.

See? You need me.

Bray: I cleaned the bones.

I don't think we got all of them.

We swept the crime scene thoroughly, Mr. Bray.

I know, but some of the small bones are still missing.

Phalanges from the fourth and fifth digits, and bone fragments from the skull.

Maybe Bertha struck again.

You think rain temporarily flooded the crime scene?

If there was enough water, it could have washed some of the bones downstream.

Hodgins: Man... if only you had an expert in forensics and earth sciences who could totally tell you exactly where those bones were.

You can help us.

Yes.

But this doesn't mean you're back at work.

(chuckles)

Man: The woman you are describing to me is Andrea Torres.

Drea. This is her confirmation necklace.

She was stabbed over a year ago.

Yes.

I sat with her at the hospital after it happened.

Father, is it possible that the person who stabbed her came back around to finish the job?

No, he wasn't a k*ller.

He was her client.

He was mentally ill, and instead of pressing charges Drea got him into treatment.

What kind of work did she do?

Drea was an attorney with the public defender's office.

Hmm, she represented felons.

That's going to be a long list of suspects.

She defended those who lacked the means to defend themselves.

Drea told me once that she thought if Christ were alive today, he would be a public defender.

Well, actually, given his low socioeconomic status, it is highly improbable he would have been able to afford law school.

(whispering): Bones.

It's true.

How can something so ugly happen to someone so good?

So, this is our victim, Drea Torres?

Yeah, the photo was taken from her ID at the public defender's office.

Angela, love of my life, were you able to finish that, uh, simulation I asked for?

Dr. Hodgins and I have used topographical maps and extrapolated weights from the missing bones to determine their possible location.

Sounds like a lot of work.

Hey, it was well worth it.

I feel fine.

You know, I should have refused to do this.

But you didn't because you love solving cases and you love me so much.

And because we all agreed to the rules: once those bones are recovered, you go home.

Yeah, okay.

Hodgins: So, Bertha's rainfall raised the water line of interest by approximately four inches, just enough to lift and carry the loose bones and fragments.

How far are we talking?

Well, the water was at peak overfill for 12 hours.

Montenegro: Moving the bones a distance of 84 feet.

And they stopped here where the flood water reached its topographical base point.

Saroyan: Thank you, Hodgins.

I'll send someone out to retrieve them.

Great. Bones located.

Husband home to rest.

Uh, I need to be there.

Absolutely not.

Are you trying to give me a heart att*ck?

I know what to look for.

I mean, they may have been ground into sediment or...

Honey, your wheelchair won't make it in that hat mud.

Right.

Yeah, no, okay.

But I know I can still help.

Aubrey: Torres was top of her class at Georgetown Law.

She could have worked anywhere she wanted.

She picked a place like this?

I think it's admirable.

Booth: Hey, you work around here?

Tim Watkins.

I'm the intern/I.T. support/investigator.

A lot of slashes.

A lot of jobs.

Do you have an appointment?

Don't need one. See that? FBI.

We're looking for the senior public defender, Alex Pollack.

(mumbling): Yeah, yes, sir. Yeah.

Let's go.

(arguing indistinctly)

Sorry, Mr. Pollack, these FBI agents wanted to see you.

Booth: Okay, now, I'd like to ask you some questions about Drea Torres.

Is Drea okay?

Um, sorry to say, she's been m*rder*d.

Can we talk in private?

Uh, yeah, uh, Tim... excu-excuse us, please.

I tried calling Drea this morning.

I-I... When she didn't come in, I thought she was taking a personal day.

Does she skip work often?

No, but she'd lost a case on Friday that she was sure she was gonna win.

Drea takes these things hard.

Aubrey: When was the last time you saw her?

Pollack: Uh, Friday evening. Here.

How would you describe your relationship with her?

I mean, it's a close office.

It's-it's long hours.

Did you spend any of those long hours alone with her?

Whoa, we were-- we were not in a relationship, if that's what you're implying.

I mean, 90% of our time was spent talking about our cases.

Then, you would know if she had any clients that were especially dissatisfied or prone to v*olence.

I mean, many of our clients had violent histories, but no one stands out.

Well, we're going to need her computer and all her case files.

Of course.

Anything you need.

Caroline: Drea Torres was a talented, young attorney, and we're all invested in finding her k*ller.

Great. Well, I've separated Torres' cases into wins, losses, plea deals.

Most criminal cases plead out.

We should start with the cases she lost.

No plea deal means higher stakes, which means stronger motive for m*rder.

You're in a different solar system.

What's on your mind?

Oh, yeah, Booth, uh, told me that Hodgins came back to work today.

So soon. Good for him.

(clucks tongue) It's just I can't stop thinking about him in that wheelchair, you know.

Dr. Hodgins will watch his son grow up, thanks to you.

You're a hero.

And I don't want to hear another word about it.

(groans)

Don't test me.

Notice something odd about this one?

Aubrey: Carla Ashbury.

Convicted of grand theft.

11 years in prison.

After she was arrested, she posted bail and ran.

Torres absolutely should have taken a plea.

Carla's been in prison for the last few months, so she can't be our k*ller, but her husband D'Shawn has got quite the record.

Including as*ault with a deadly w*apon.

If he blames Torres for his wife being sent away...

We need to talk to this guy.

Bray: Test, test.

Hey, Wendell. Camera's upside down, but other than that you're looking good.

I look ridiculous.

Yeah, you do.

Okay, you're not the show there, brother, so go ahead and attach that camera to the helmet.

All right. Camera attached.

Now, you're going to want to turn on those lamps.

Good.

That's going to cause the bones to fluoresce.

Fluorescing bones, got it.

Now, by my calculations the bones should be within, like, a three-foot radius of where you're standing.

Hmm, nada so far.

The decline appears to be steeper than I extrapolated from the satellite image.

So, the bones traveled farther than you calculated.

Yeah... by about 18 feet and, like, 30-degree shift to your right.

Okay, just be careful that you don't...

Oop, whoopsie-do!

...fall. (laughs)

Enjoying yourself, Hodgins? (laughing)

Yeah, I really am. (laughs)

Okay, just going to get up...

Hey, hey, w-w-w-whoa, w-w-w-wait.

Don't move, don't move. I think I saw something there.

Where? The grate?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, the bones may have washed through and gotten hung up in that debris.

Can you reach in there?

What if there's an animal in there?

Dude, that's half the fun.

Yeah, there.

Right there.

Wendell...

(laughing): you got it.

Hey, Hodgins... king of the lab.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

King of the lab. (chuckles)

D'Shawn: Look, I did my time.

I'm working, taking care of my kids.

So, why am I here?

What can you tell me about Drea Torres?

Who, the lawyer?

Why we talking about Ms. Torres?

She was m*rder*d three days ago.

Look, I had no problem with her.

Really?

Because your wife is in jail because Drea Torres lost her case.

If she'd pled down, she'd be out by Christmas.

Ms. Torres asked us to take the plea, but Carla refused because she didn't do it.

Oh, come on, I've heard that once or twice, my friend.

You know, my wife and I had decent jobs.

Our kids were happy.

And we actually thought we could have a good life.

Until one of Carla's employers accused her of, uh, cleaning out the cash drawer.

Yeah, they assumed the woman with the record must have done it.

Kind of like how you assumed the guy with the record is the one who k*lled Ms. Torres?

She was the reason why your wife is in prison for 11 years.

Ms. Torres actually believed my wife.

She listened to her, and she let Carla decide how she wanted to fight.

Where were you Friday night?

One of my kids was sick.

I spent the night in the emergency room.

And I got no idea how I'm gonna pay for it.

Guess what I've got.

Mr. Bray.

I take it from your self-congratulatory expression, you have found the missing bones.

I did.

We-we did.

Hodgins did.

Well done.

I have identified oblique fractures of the radii and ulnae, as well as the tibiae and the left fibula.

Are the axes of the fractures consistent?

Yes, suggesting they were all caused by impact from the same object.

The directionality of the fractures indicates they occur along a straight line.

Which makes it very likely they were caused by a single impact.

This fracture appears to be linear in shape and approximately... three millimeters deep.

And Hodgins found particulates of steel alloy.

Well, the m*rder w*apon could be a length of steel pipe.

What if he stayed?

Dr. Hodgins?

Dr. Saroyan is of the opinion that it is detrimental to his recovery.

I know, but what if it's more detrimental for him to stay home thinking about everything he can't do?

(laughing): There's no quantitative method for evaluating such a question.

(sighs)

I just don't want him to give up.

When I was diagnosed with Ewing's sarcoma, Booth told me giving up wasn't an option.

That I had to fight.

That metaphorical concept will not give Dr. Hodgins the use of his legs.

In fact, he may be offended by the very idea that he can fight his nerves back into growing, given the extreme unlikeliness of recovery.

My recovery was extremely unlikely... but it happened.

And I'm happy for that, but it has nothing to do with Dr. Hodgins.

How's it coming with the victim's computer?

(sighs) Well, Drea Torres had no social media accounts.

There's no history of her ever even visiting the sites.

Well, that's odd for someone her age.

Well, given her clientele, I can understand why she'd want to keep her life private.

Yeah.

Is it possible that she would have accessed the sites from another device?

Hmm, let me see what I can find.

You're sticking with what you said, right?

Hodgins is done now.

It's going to be hard to have that conversation.

He's been through so much.

It's been hard for me, too, you know.

Oh, of course. I didn't mean...

Two months ago, we were making all these plans.

We were talking about having more kids.

Oh, man, I had no idea.

It's just, all of this has been hard enough, and I-I-I don't want to see him suffer another setback.

I hear you.

I'll talk to him.

(computer beeps)

Okay, uh... there seems to be an e-mail address for a Dee Torres.

It's associated with a social media account.

Saroyan: An alias.

Talk about keeping your private life private.

Yeah, I'll override the password request.

Oh, look at this comment.

"Are you okay? Last night was scary. I'm so sorry that happened to you."

What can you find out about the friend that posted this?

Kelsey Whitney.

(beeping)

She's from Rockville, Maryland, and that's Drea's hometown.

Can you send this info to Aubrey?

Yeah.

And, uh, I will talk to Hodgins.

I can't believe she's gone.

She was my best friend since we were five.

You sent her a message on Thursday: "Last night was scary."

What was that about?

Oh, that was scary.

We were out for drinks, and this woman up and picked a fight with Drea.

Had Drea done anything to the woman?

She thought Drea was making fun of her for being drunk and she got mad.

She started shoving Drea.

Were the police called?

No, the drunk woman told the bartender not to call them.

Wow, and he listened?

She flashed some badge.

Drea told me she was a lawyer, too.

You remember what the badge said?

I saw letters... A.U.S.A.

Why?

Would you recognize this woman if you saw a photo?

Definitely.

Just the swashbuckler I was looking for.

Oh, let me guess, you want in on this interrogation?

What I want is a dry vodka martini, but you're about to question Vanessa Caldwell.

One of your prosecutors.

Been with us for three years.

That woman takes her job seriously.

Well, she also had a well-documented rivalry with our victim. You think Caldwell could have k*lled her?

Cher, that woman made it to the Olympic trials for sh*t put.

Only thing bigger than her deltoids is her temper.

There's also this, which may prove helpful.

Can you hold that for a second?

Thanks, you coming or going?

It's not a martini.

This your idea of a joke, Caroline?

No, Vanessa, my jokes are funny.

Nothing funny about this.

Okay, look, what did Drea Torres do that made you so angry at her Wednesday night?

I had a few drinks.

She ran her mouth about how I couldn't handle my alcohol.

I shut her up.

End of story.

All right.

What can you tell me about State v. Morrison?

I was going to prosecute that case, but there was a scheduling conflict.

Pardon my French, but that is a steaming heap of bullcrap.

You got passed over for an attorney with a better record.

Booth: You-you lost four cases to her last year.

So?

She gave you the reputation of a prosecutor that chokes.

All these years after law school, and still she b*at you.

Fine! I hated Drea Torres.

She thought she was Mother Teresa serving the poor.

It pissed me off.

You're right about the temper.

So, arrest me then, huh?

I worked late Friday night.

You can check with building security.

I didn't k*ll the precious angel.

Dr. Hodgin...

Hey.

Wh... You were supposed to be going home.

What is all of this?

This is the solution to our problem.

It's electronic.

Moves my legs for me.

Look, no hands.

Hey, you wanted me to focus on my recovery.

I want to work.

Well, now I can do both.

No, doing physical therapy at work without a therapist only increases your risk and my liability.

(phone rings)

You gonna get that?

That may be a new lead we need to pursue.

(phone rings)

Oh, it's the results from the toxicology report.

Drea Torres had cocaine in her system.

Cocaine? Huh.

So much for being an angel, right?

(grunting): All right.

I'm going to swab for more evidence.

Please don't do that.

I may be able to trace the origin of the cocaine.

I meant what I said.

There could be particulates in her nasal cavity that we missed...

Dr. Hodgins, no.

You are off this case.

Please don't do that, Cam.

I-I need to be here.

It's who I am.

You are so much more than this job.

And I have to look out for you if you won't.

So you may no longer assist in this investigation.

Aubrey: Look, you know how this works, Alex.

Why didn't you tell us that Drea did dr*gs?

Well, I never saw her use dr*gs.

That wasn't my question.

Look, are you willing to swear that you didn't know?

'Cause we got her e-mails.

She said it was only once in a while.

So, you let a known drug user work in your office defending clients.

It wasn't right, but I understood.

If she lost a case, a family got broken up or a child's hopes for the future destroyed.

She needed an outlet.

We all do.

You seem busy.

I'm in the middle of prepping a case.

Really? What's that? Oh.

William Howell?

Big one.

Which is why you shouldn't read another word, unless you want to compromise the government's case.

Good call. (snaps fingers)

Thank you for that.

Uh-huh.

Hey, listen, just, uh, one more question.

Where did Drea get her dr*gs?

I wouldn't know.

Alex, you're a material witness in this case.

I'll just keep asking you questions until you remember.

She used to get them from some DJ.

I swear I don't know anything more than that.

Okay.

Thanks for your help.

(door opens, closes)

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, I reexamined our victim's nasal tissue, looking for evidence of degradation.

There wasn't any.

So she wasn't a frequent drug user.

But I found this.

Bray: A cell of some sort.

Yeah, but not human.

We couldn't just ask Hodgins what it is?

That would defeat the purpose of taking him off the case, wouldn't it?

But this could tell us where she was or who she was with when she d*ed.

I know.

Perhaps one of the biologists here at the Jeffersonian can help us.

I'll take it to them.

(sighs)

Hey, honey.

Wow, it looks like all the physical therapy equipment arrived.

Yup. Rehabilitation.

It's all the rage around here.

And the physical therapist should be on her way.

Can't wait.

Uh, Brennan examined the bones that you located in the culvert.

Uh, apparently the victim suffered microfracturing in her hand.

She must have punched the attacker.

Angela, I-I know that you feel bad that you're there and I'm here, but, like, talking about the case... it's-it's-it's not really helping.

It's kind of making it worse.

Okay, um, sorry.

I'm-I'm just trying to do the right thing for-for all of us.

I know, I know.

Um, anyway, I'm going to go and I'll see you later.

Saroyan: Wendell was actually able to identify the particulate I found in the nasal passage.

It was part of a scale from a woma python.

Wait a second. The woman had a snake scale and cocaine in her nose?

How does that even happen?

It's likely she just inhaled the molted scale like any other pet dander.

Well, anything's possible.

Boy, Hodgins would have been all over something like that.

Yeah.

But I sent him home.

I just... I had to.

Are you sure about that?

It was the only responsible thing to do.

Hodgins didn't have a choice about what happened to him.

You should let him decide how he's going to come back from it.

I couldn't forgive myself if anything more were to happen to him.

I-I get that.

But, you know, he should at least have the choice.

I mean, work could actually give him hope.

I do not understand why you think Hodgins needs a misguided sense of optimism about his condition.

(phone beeping)

(exhales) It's Aubrey.

Yeah, I had him check with woma python breeders for customers who could be a potential match for your DJ.

Yeah, he got one.

Chad Jameson, aka DJ Woma.

Oh, the pet python and the name leave very little room for ambiguity.

Oh, he also has a few outstanding drug charges.

Sounds like the DJ you're looking for.

Aubrey: What happened to your face there, Chad?

Drea Torres give you that?

Who? I don't know any Drea Torres.

Come on, you two left the Macavoy Club together.

I got eyewitnesses.

Fine. I walked out of a club at the same time as her, so?

So, a scale from a woma python ended up with Torres the night she d*ed.

You own a woma python. So, you're going away for m*rder if you don't start talking.

Okay.

Okay. We left together on Friday night.

And went where?

Back to my place.

We messed around.

I...

I got a little pushy.

Sometimes she liked that.

But not this time?

No, because...

I broke a stupid necklace of hers.

She got really mad.

She hauled off and she sucker-punched me.

Must've made you angry, getting hit like that.

I know how to control myself, okay?

Once she hit me, I was like, "You got to go."

And-and she left.

Convenient for you.

It's the truth.

I tried to call her a cab.

She said no. She said she could walk.

In your neighborhood in the middle of the night.

You don't tell Drea Torres what to do.

Well, you'd better have an alibi, Chad, 'cause I'll tell you, you look good for this.

I do have an alibi.

Once Drea left, I... I was pretty amped up.

I went to the 24-hour diner down the street.

I was there all night.

Hey, I have something to show you.

It's a forensic copy of Drea Torres' hard drive.

It's just going to take a minute to load.

How's Dr. Hodgins today?

He's not great.

He's unhappy at home, and then he can't be here.

It's like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Ah, yes, between Scylla and Charybdis.

I...

The Greek myth on which the idiom is based.

Odysseus had to choose which deadly sea monster to steer his ship past.

I don't know why I'm asking, but what did he do?

He takes a calculated risk.

He chooses the lesser of two evils and forfeits a few men in order to preserve the ship.

So, what I'm hearing you say is that there is no version of us all making it through this alive?

I'm going to hug you.

Oh, thanks for the heads-up.

(chuckles)

What is it you wanted to show me?

Uh, I created a program to check Drea's computer for spyware.

What made you think there would be spyware?

Well, she never accessed any social media accounts from her computer, so I thought maybe she felt it wasn't secure.

Very intuitive.

Yeah.

Okay, here we go.

Brennan: WebSneak?

Someone was watching Drea Torres online?

Yeah, they had access to everything.

She was being stalked.

Can you trace the program back to whomever put this on Drea's computer?

I'm definitely going to try.

Tim, you're good with computers, right?

I-I guess so.

I guess so?

Don't sell youself short.

You're taking coding classes for years.

Okay, uh, yeah, I'm good with computers.

So it was no big deal when you put spyware on Drea Torres laptop?

Why were you stalking her?

I wasn't.

Oh, right, 'cause you were in love with her, so it doesn't count as stalking when you're in love?

I wasn't in love with her.

I protected her.

It was just to make sure that she-she was safe.

Safe?

From what, Tim, who?

I-I... I mean, I don't know.

Criminals she represented.

Guys that she... dated.

Is that difficult for you to talk about?

Drea's romantic life?

I'm not saying anything more.

Come on.

Tim, do it for Drea.

Drea would tell me to talk to a lawyer.

That's what I'm gonna do, Agent Aubrey.

I need a lawyer.

I detect a pattern to the facial fractures.

It appears she suffered a stellate fracture on the frontal and zygomatic bones.

And all the other fractures radiate outward from the stellate fracture.

Well, the primary fractures appear to be positioned at a right angle.

Which, quite possibly, relates to the fracturing of the radii and ulnae.

But the fracture lines occur at different angles.

Not if the victim raised her arms alongside her face at time of impact.

Brennan: The fractures on the face and arms appear to line up.

Just like the damage to the leg bones.

I believe you are correct.

Now, we just need to find out what caused it.

Aubrey: Tim Watkins knows something but he refuses to talk.

DJ's alibi checks out, right?

Oh, yeah, three waitresses reported seeing him at the diner that night.

Torres told him that she could walk back from his apartment, right?

Yeah. I've got our techs checking out her contact list to see if anyone lives within walking distance.

(grunts)

Right. Coffee?

Not if we're still out of cinnamon.

We work at the FBI, Aubrey.

We don't put cinnamon in our coffee.

It's my favorite spice.

Oh, looks like our DJ, Chad, lives half a mile from Alex Pollack's.

Senior public defender?

Yeah, I mean, they were close.

That neighborhood, that time of night.

She must have gone straight there.

Seems like something he should have told us.

I'll see if Caroline can get us a warrant.

Right.

So, this is Alex Pollack's apartment building.

Now, if Booth is right and Pollack lied about seeing her...

Then this could be our m*rder scene.

Her skeleton was fractured in a unique pattern.

It could be something at Pollack's that caused the fracturing.

Next to the building, what is that rectangular object there?

(beeping)

Montenegro: Oh, it's a Dumpster.

Well, Dr. Hodgins said there were particulates of steel in the wounds.

There's a balcony above it.

Pollack's unit is 408.

His balcony is above the alley where the Dumpster is.

Judging from the fractures on her facial bones, she must have hit a corner.

Well, let's look at all the fractures.

Brennan: Now's let's see if the fractures to the arms, tibiae, and fibula align with the edges.

We have a match.

And we have our crime scene.

I'll let Booth know.

Sure, I mean, being the last person to see your friend alive, I mean, that's an easy thing to forget.

I'm sorry.

I have been scattered prepping for the Howell case.

She only stayed a few minutes.

Right.

Well, we found blood in the Dumpster that was directly under your balcony.

Are you sure that's Drea's blood?

We wouldn't be here if it wasn't.

If that blood is several days old, your sample's compromised.

And that Dumpster's in a public alley.

Anyone had access.

Right, well, we talked to your, uh, intern, is it, Tim?

And we heard all about how you, uh, told him to install spyware in Drea's computer.

Kid's confused.

I probably expressed concern for Drea, and he ran with it.

Ask him to take out the garbage, he cleans the whole office.

You got an answer for everything, don't you?

You're grasping at straws, Agent Booth.

How do we know Drea wasn't depressed or having a bad reaction to the dr*gs?

Oh, what, so she jumped off your balcony and you didn't even notice seeing her?

She could have been a victim of street crime, or maybe, uh, an angry client k*lled Drea and is trying to frame me for it.

There are any number of possibilities.

This evidence is completely circumstantial.

Aubrey: Tell me you got that search warrant, and we will scour every inch of his apartment.

He had to have left something behind.

Not so fast. The judge refused my request.

Pollack is in the middle of the William Howell trial.

Oh, he can't also have committed m*rder?

Apparently, he took his case files home to prepare.

And if we conduct a search, Pollack can get his case thrown out on the grounds we violated his attorney-client privilege.

Caroline, he brought those files home to block us from searching his place.

The fact he went to all that trouble says there's something to hide.

He's a sneaky little word-I-shouldn't-say.

But if Brennan finds hard evidence that he was with Drea the night she d*ed in his apartment...

Then we can play ball, cher.

I really want to play ball.

I'll catch for you.

Bray: There are no additional signs of struggle that would implicate Pollack, and wishing really hard isn't going to make any appear.

I may have found an irregularity, Mr. Bray.

What do you see here?

Bray: A slight nick in proximity to the left supraorbital foramen.

It's almost indiscernible among the teeth marks and microfractures.

But the shape is not consistent with rat predation or the radiating fractures.

It suggests she was struck by something sharp.

This injury would have bled heavily, and yet there is only minimal hemorrhagic staining.

Indicating it was perimortem.

Please, swab it.

Uh, I can run this through the Mass Spectrometer, but without Hodgins to interpret the results...

You have done excellent work lately.

Do you think this is enough to get us a warrant?

It will have to be.

Methoxypyrazines, terpenes, and rotundone.

Those are all found in grapes.

Hey, honey.

So, I brought home some of those conspiracy theory journals to lift your spirits.

What is this?

You're still working?

Look, I can explain.

Montenegro: I'm guessing this is also how you identified the python scales.

Oh.

No one at the Jeffersonian could do it.

Actually, that was a fun one. So, the Aspidites ramsayi, or the-the woma python, they've got these scales, and, uh...

Yeah, right.

I know that you're essential to the team, I've never doubted that, but you're also essential to me.

I'll just be over, um... over-over here.

Angela, what do you love about me?

So much.

You're passionate and you're... open-minded and curious.

And you're so smart.

Well, my work at the lab makes me those things.

And without it, I don't know how to be the man that you fell in love with.

Okay.

Wow, that was... that was persuasive.

Good, because Wendell and I found some particulates that Booth's going to want to know about.

Mr. Pollack.

Look, Agent Booth, uh, I have a lot of work to do, so I don't have time for this.

You're going to have to make time.

Search warrant.

Well, I need to read that.

All official. Be my guest.

That is the balcony from where the victim presumably fell. Let's go.

This-this is all conjecture.

I'm just going to call a judge...

Yeah, I wouldn't do that just yet.

Brennan: We found a cut on Drea Torres' forehead with trace amounts of Syrah, Viognier, and Cabernet Franc grapes.

See, our techs, they scoured the local stores.

Well, it's wasted effort.

I mean, those are common types of wine.

But this precise blend of grapes is unique to the St. George Syrah.

Okay, you bought a bottle of it last Friday.

Booth.

He painted the railing.

It was gray in the satellite image.

Take a look.

Ah, you, have a seat.

Sit down.

Sit.

All right.

It's fresh paint. This is not good.

I was hoping to find evidence of blood.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Will you just use your blue light?

No, there are compounds in paint that obliterate any traces of hemoglobin.

We need to pry the nails out of this railing, where the paint didn't reach.

All right, well, you know, rip 'em up, will you?

This is destruction of property.

That's great. Bill me.

Anything?

Not on this one.

Just sit down.

Just take a seat.

(grunting)

(sighs)

(chuckling) There's blood.

Booth: You know how the system works.

Now is your one chance to help yourself out.

I loved Drea.

And when I finally got the nerve to tell her, she was surprised.

And angry.

Said I'd betrayed her trust.

I mean, she hooked up with drug dealers, but she said she would never want me.

So you struck her with your wine glass.

She tried to leave and you stopped her.

To apologize.

Everything happened so fast.

I had to apologize.

She fought to get away, you two struggled, and she went over the railing.

You're gonna need a good lawyer.

Hey, honey, you have a visitor.

Cam.

You're not the house call type.

Well, I am when, uh, when I need to say something that can't wait.

I sent you home yesterday because of me, not you.

I felt guilty.

Ah... what do you mean?

I let you work that day after the b*mb went off.

I knew you were hurt, and I let you work, and had I sent you home, you wouldn't be in that chair.

Cam, I wanted to be there.

And when you showed up yesterday, I just was... scared.

And I still am, but I realize that this isn't my decision to make.

So... if you want to come back, we sure could use you.

I, I mean, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, but... it's up to you.

Then I'm going to go back to the lab.

Geez, look at this.

Hey, Christine sure can make a mess.

Well, at this point, she's still reconciling her incipient need for creative expression with marginally developed fine motor skills.

Exactly what I was going to say.

Angela called.

Oh.

Hodgins is going back to work tomorrow.

That's good news.

I mean, look, he has something to look forward to.

I am worried about him.

And her.

Look, they're going to be fine.

You know, you just have to have a little faith.

You know I don't believe in the intangible.

I believe in the certainty of science.

But in this case, the science just makes me sad.

Gonna be okay, all right?

Come here.

Did you ever think you'd have an amazing, great husband like me and three beautiful kids who, like, love you crazy?

That was an unlikely turn of events.

Anything is possible.

Angela and Hodgins, they love each other.

They're strong, okay?

They're going to get through this.

Booth: What?

Brennan: Christine drew a skeleton.

She miscounted the ribs, and there aren't nearly enough phalanges, but...

(laughing): Like mother, like daughter.

I hope she grows up to have faith like you.

Faith.

I'm taking this to the office.

Well, I should probably correct it...

No, you're not changing a thing.

Well, there aren't enough ribs or phalanges.

No, no, you don't adjust.

You don't adjust kids' art, Bones.

What are you talking about?

Well, it's inaccurate, Booth.

It doesn't matter...

Brennan: I don't want her growing up to think that there are only...

Tell me you got good news, Doc.

I have the results of your most recent MRI.

And they show that my nerves have re-growth, don't they?

They don't, Jack.

N-No, wait, wait, wait, that's not possible.

The axons at the end of your injured nerve cells are beginning to atrophy.

Wait, wait a minute. W-W-W-W-W-Wait, no.

My feet were tingling. I-I mean, I felt it.

Uh, you were experiencing phantom sensation, not actual neural connectivity.

But it could still happen, right?

In my opinion, no.

I am sorry.

(footsteps approaching)

Yeah, I-I, uh, got to go.

Hey, was-was that Dr. Levy?

Yep.

Okay, well, don't keep it to yourself.

What-what did she say?

She said... everything is great.

Okay.

Okay, well, great is great, right?

Yup.

It is.

It's really great.