All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E24 - The Beaver in the Otter (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

♪♪ [ March, Up-tempo ]

- Whoo!
- [ Cheering, Shouting ]

My name is Greg Harmalard,
and I am here to recruit you!

- [ Cheering ]
- Whoo!

Tomorrow night,
our noble
conference champions,

the Middlesex Archers--

[ Crowd ]
Boing! Boing!

face the desperate and conniving
Forest Lake Otters!

[ Booing, Shouting ]

Right about now,
the Otters must be wondering...

where their mascot went.

[ Crowd Chanting ]
Lake Forest sucks!
Lake Forest sucks!

Lake Forest sucks!

- Archers, ready your bows.
- ♪♪ [ Drumroll ]

Archers, raise your bows.
Archers, aim!

Archers, fire!

- Yeah!
- [ Cheering, Shouting ]

Ladies and gentlemen
of Middlesex College,

aim your weapons!

- Oh, yeah!
- Fire at will!

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

Return fire!

Fire!

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Fabric Tearing ]

[ People Gasping ]

[ Woman ]
What is that thing?
'Cause it looks real.

♪♪ [ Stops ] [ Woman #2 ]
Oh, my gosh.

[ Woman #1 ]
What is that thing?

[ Screaming, Shouting ]

- [ Police Radio Chatter ]
- [ Man ]
Just got orders from P.D.

[ Brennan ]
Male. Some of this costume
is fused to the remains.

Uh, good morning.
I'm Vernon Warner,
dean of students.

Special Agent Seeley Booth.
This here is
Dr. Temperance Brennan...

from the Jeffersonian.There is a lot of damage
to this body.

They had a cannon.
More like a blunderbuss, really,

filled to the brim
with bric-a-brac and shrapnel.

Yeah. Look, I suspect that
this might be a prank.

- A prank?
- Well, it's college, Bones.

I-I suspect that one
of our less reflective
frat houses...

may have stolen
these remains from
the, uh, medical school.

Beta Delta Sigma.
We got a missing
cadaver report yesterday.

I'll tell you what, Bones.
When I was in college, my frat--
we stole a cadaver,

dressed it up like Caesar
and put it on
the statue of a horse.

Would this, by any chance,
be a fraternity
of sociopaths?

But if the Betas did
do this, I will withdraw
their certification.

The stolen cadaver
was male, 73 years old.

His snowmobile fell
through the ice.
Donated his body to science.

Yeah. Snowmobilers
and motorcyclists are
our main source of cadavers.

No.

The third molar
has not fully erupted.

I'd be surprised if
he was older than mid-20s.

So this is not
the missing cadaver?

I think you'll find your
missing medical school cadaver
is over there.

Where? [ Brennan ]
Sitting on the bleachers.

He hasn't moved
since we got here.

No, that's just campus security.
They're always like that.

- But I'll go check it out.
- So if he is not
a stolen cadaver, then, uh--

He wasn't alive when
our students shot him
with the cannon, was he?

I won't know cause of death
until I get him
back to the lab.

Yeah, she's right.
It's your cadaver.
He reeks of formaldehyde.

Okay. Let's get it all
back to the Jeffersonian,
shall we?

Looks like someone
took a flamethrower
to Sasquatch.

Well, this is what
he was supposed
to look like.

Someone finally
killed a mascot?

- [ Device Beeps ]
- [ Chuckles ]

Mr. Vaziri,
do you have the X-rays?Yes.

I have never seen
so many foreign objects
in human remains.

Arrows, marbles, "jack,"
various coins, cutlery.

My best guess is
a nuclear explosion occurred...

just as the victim
entered a 99-cent store.

Well, uh, close.

He was shot by a blunderbuss,
pelted by an angry mob
and then burned.

Now, that's what I call
team spirit.

I'm a...
wisecracking pathologist
with a dark sense of humor.

It was funny. Yeah.

What'd they say?

Dishonorable discharge?

Court-martial convicted me
of misuse of authority and
theft of government property.

Come on. No Booth has ever
gotten a dishonorable discharge.

Uh, yeah. No Booth
has ever had to save his brother
from an insane kidnapper.

I'm sorry.

I owed you for diggin' me
out of crap my whole life.

Well, you're gonna
need a job.

Now, I joined the navy
when I was 17. [ Cell Phone Rings ]

So a job-- That's what civilians
refer to as a duty, right?

Yes. Booth.

Angela identified the boy
in the otter suit.

- Oh, wow. That was quick.
Just give me a second.
- Are you talking to me?

No, I'm talking
to my brother.
Just give me one minute.

Just do your thing.
I'll catch up with you later.

- [ Sighs ] Look. Hey,
I'll help you find a job.
- What, me?

I save your life,
you find me a job?

Yeah, that seems fair.

Yeah, I'm back.

The student walk-in dentist
was able to provide
dental records.

I e-mailed you
the particulars.

The victim is James Bouvier.
His friends called him Beaver,

I assume because of his
last name, which is Bouvier.Yeah, I'm sure that's why.

Although, despite
the similar sound,

Bouvier means "ox,"
not "beaver."

Beaver is 23 years old
and a member of the
Beta Delta Sigma fraternity.

Yeah, that's not
a coincidence.

Statistically, given
the size of the campus,

it could be
a complete coincidence
that the murdered student...

is also a member
of the group of sociopathic,
young male cadaver thieves.

Statistically maybe. But this
is not math class, okay, Bones?

Just meet me at
Middlesex College in 30 minutes.

[ Sighs ]

[ Booth ]
Don't mention anything
about Beaver...

when you're talking
to these people.Beaver. Okay.

What people?These people here.
They're all potential suspects.

Got it?Okay.

[ Booth ]
Okay, so, who organized
the rally last night?

That would be me and Gary.

That's Greg Harmalard
and Gary Bacon.

The bonfire is
kind of a tradition.

Me and Gary added the whole
"hanging the enemy mascot"
element.

Molly brought in the band...

and took care of
letting everyone know
the where and when details.

Um-- Well, just
an e-mail chain, really.

- Well, whose idea
was the blunderbuss?
- Me again.

You have to understand
that we had no idea there
was a cadaver in there.

- It's from the med school,
right? That's what I heard.
- [ Booth ] Okay.

Who stole the otter costume
from Forest Lake?

Um, me, Greg and Dave.

When you stole the costume,
was there anything
inside of it?

Nothing. I mean, there was
a dancing acrobat dude,
whatever.

But we duct-taped him
to a pole and took the suit.

Where was the costume located
between the time you stole it...

and it was hung on the gallows,
blown up and incinerated?

We just kicked
it under here.
This is the homecoming float.

Um, me, Dave and Greg stuffed it
with cafeteria leftovers
and plastic bags.

- The head was a cantaloupe.
- Uh, next day, we brought in
Dave's dad's truck...

and hung it up,
drove it out to the rally.

So are any of
you guys members...

of the Beta Delta Sigma
fraternity?

Um, the Betas
don't build school spirit.

They tear it down.
So definitely not.

Any of you guys know a guy
by the name of Jimmy Bouvier?

Also known as Beaver.

Um, he's a Beta.
He's got a huge bong.

[ Greg ]
Beaver's okay. You know,
he's a good-time guy.

He likes to throw up a lot
is all I know.

But if anybody was gonna put
a cadaver in an otter costume,
it-it'd be Beaver.

I'll bet he was watching
everyone running and screaming
last night...

and laughing his ass off.

This is a commemorative pin
from the Chinese Olympics.

It was in what's left
of the victim's liver.

Ball bearing. All this stuff
is extremely common.

Nails, screws,
bolts, washers.

Keys.What is this?

My guess--
it's a USB drive.

What kind of people
do this?

Perforate human remains
with household commonalities
and refuse?

Gee, I don't know.
Every bomber who ever lived?

Did you make that comment
simply because I am Muslim?

You serious?
Of course.

Timothy McVeigh,
Ted Kaczynski,

William Ayers,

Mr. George P. Metesky,
known as the original
Mad Bomber.

It seems an insurmountable
task, this.

Each of these
could have been
the cause of death,

and yet, we would not
be able to trace its--

Trace its--

What?Origin.

This is a bullet.A .22-caliber.

A bullet says
"I wish to kill you"
much more clearly...

than an Olympic pin.

Can we agree?Yeah.

[ Man ]
I'm Robert Hooper, the
Beta Delta chapter president.

This is Dalton Abbot.
He helped the Beaver steal
the corpse from the med school.

Listen, we don't care about the
cadaver. We just wanna find out
who killed your brother.

We agreed before you got here
that we'd answer any and all
questions you have truthfully.

Ah. A conspiracy
to tell the truth.
Interesting.

Yeah. Eli was
the Beaver's frosh.

You know, kind of breaking
him in to the Greek life.

- Mmm. What was Beaver like?
- Beaver was the most popular
guy in the house.

No, I asked,
"What was he like?"
Not, "Was he liked?"

Sweets.What?

There's a difference. [ Eli ]
Look.

The Beaver was exactly
like a great guy
who everybody liked.

- [ Murmuring In Agreement ]
- [ Man ] Yeah, he was cool.
He was a brother.

What was Beaver's life like
outside of the fraternity?

Like Eli said,
everybody liked him. [ Man ] Yeah.

Well, except for the faculty.
He was on academic probation.

But academic probation
is the price you pay
for everybody liking you.

Girlfriend? Or is this one
of those "bros before hos"
kind of frats?

[ Laughter ]Beaver was more
like a partier.

Well, we do know that Beaver
was with at least one girl.

- Why? What makes you think so?
- Scoreboard.

What?Beaver. One star,
one conquest.

[ Sweets ]
Oh-- So do the stars here...

represent the number of times
individual members of
the fraternity...

completed the sex act,
or the number of girls?

- The second.
- Just curious. Do you also
compare penis sizes?

No! Only if
we're really drunk
and already naked.

- What?
- What? I--
- [ Man ] You're crazy, man.

We agreed to answer
all their questions truthfully.

Dalton Abbot. Very successful
according to this.
Compensating for something.

Sweets, stop psychoanalyzing
frat life and just get on
with the Beaver questions.

Sure. Of course.
But, guys, wouldn't it
be more impressive...

to actually have a single girl
want to have sex with you
multiple times,

unless your only objective
it to impress other
adolescent males?

- Guys, Beaver's single star.
- Molly Briggs.

- Thank you.
- Guys, we agreed,
for the last time.

If Harmalard found out
that Beaver was bouncin' Molly,
he'd kill him.

Greg Harmalard?
The-The guy who
organized the bonfire?

Yeah. Yeah, Molly's boyfriend.
He's in R.O.T.C.

- They like shooting things.
- Yeah.

They keep track
of sexual conquests
with stars on the wall?

It's emotionally stunted.Guys, it's a college
fraternity.

They seem like
really terrible people.

They're college kids, okay?
It's-- Their job description
is to be bad. It's what they do.

Yeah, but still, a community
of young men mutually
supporting bad decisions.

Look, these kids,
they go out into the world.
They're alone.

They have no supervision.
They have to be bad in order
to figure out what it is.

Did you know-- Scientific fact.
Their frontal lobes
are the size of raisins.

No, that is not
a scientific fact.What they gotta do...

is build their frontal lobes
with exercise, okay?

- And that comes from
doing the wrong thing.
- Okay.

- So your theory is,
you gotta be bad to be good?
- Exactly. Facts of life.

So what transmissions
did you get from the brothers?

Booth, he is not a radio.Well, he kind of is. That's why
I brought him along, Bones.

What I did observe,
using my eyes
and my training,

is that these three
frat brothers weren't actually
upset about Beaver's death.

- How do you know?
- Well, real grief
comes and goes in waves.

These guys had their faces
set in sadness the whole time.

They were lying.I believe you're
just guessing.

Okay. Fine.
I'm a magic eight ball.

I think you hurt
his feelings.

Did you believe him?

The bullet Arastoo found
in the victim's remains
was a .22-caliber.

-Light and relatively undamaged.
-Low-pressure rimfire cartridge.

Which is consistent with
R.O.T.C. small arms.

So, do you recognize
this pistol?

Yes, sir. It's
a Beretta U-22 Neos L.R.
with a six-inch barrel.

Ten-round capacity.
Low blade front sights
and adjustable rear sights.

I'm in R.O.T.C.
I know my weapons.

Well, you should know this one
particularly well because...

it was last signed out
to you.

F.B.I. ballistics
has ascertained that this gun
fired this bullet.

Where'd you find
the bullet?In Beaver's corpse.

- Beaver's dead?
- He's catching on pretty good.

- Wait. I never shot Beaver.
- Did you fire this gun
at the rally?

Yes, sir, I did.
But I loaded it
with blanks.

That was Beaver hanging
in the otter mascot outfit?

- He's quite adept at putting
the puzzle together.
- Mm-hmm.

-What was Beaver doing in there?
-We were hoping that maybe
you could be able to tell us.

Look, I told you,
I loaded the gun
with blanks.

- Did you check the chamber?
- I think so.

Well, obviously,
you are either careless,

or you intended
to fire the bullet.

Or somebody, you know,
sabotaged me.

Beaver had to be
hanging up there for
at least an hour before--

No way that
Beaver was still alive
when I fired. Right?

I had no idea it was Beaver.
I had no reason
to shoot Beaver.

Except for the fact that
he slept with your girlfriend.

Uh, I don't--
I don't wanna
sound conceited,

but... look at Beaver,
look at Molly,
look at me.

Me and Beaver sexually?

Do I look like
a blow-up doll?

Beaver told his
fraternal brothers that
he had sex with you.

Yeah, well, he lied.

Look, I'll give you D.N.A.
or whatever you want.

And then you can do me a favor
and broadcast the results
across the campus.

Thanks.
We don't have anything
to compare her D.N.A. to.

- I have an idea.
- We're gonna collect
his sheets off his bed?

Yes. And then we will
check them for D.N.A.,

see if he had
sexual intercourse
with Molly Briggs.

Right. Who's gonna check
the kid's sheets?

Seems like a bad job
to me.

Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen,
raise your glasses. [ Door Opens ]

Members of
Beta Delta Sigma,

I ask that you form in
your mind your favorite image
of our fallen brother,

Jimmy "the Beaver" Bouvier!

[ Cheering, Whooping ]Why are they all
wearing bedsheets?

It's a toga memorial.And with that image firm
in your mind, I say drink!

- [ Cheering, Shouting ]
- Yeah! Beaver!

Excuse me.
Did one of you take the sheets
from Beaver's room?

'Cause that room
is sealed for evidence,
and you will be prosecuted.

That's a good one, Bones.
Now no one's gonna admit
to having Beaver's sheets.

Then we'll have
to take them all.You can take mine, pretty lady.

Hey, yeah, yeah.
You heard 'em, boys.

- Give 'em your sheets.
- [ Man #1 ]
You can do my laundry.

[ Man #2 ] Free Willy. [ Man #3 ]
Little fluff and fold.

[ Chattering Continues ]

- I'll meet you back
at the lab, okay?
- Hangin' in the wind.

Can I-- Can I offer you
anything, ma'am? [ Man ] It's cold.

Gettin' small.No. Mm-mmm.

Huh?
What do you think?

It's nice. Not really gonna
do you much good here
in the wintertime.

That's for sure.You're always practical,
huh, Seeley?

Listen, I got you
a job interview.Yeah?

Yeah. An army buddy of mine
up in Pittsburgh...

is looking
for someone to head up
his criminal intelligence unit.

- You found me a job
in less than 24 hours?
- Just an interview.

Do you wanna use
my car?No.

Jared, you can't show up
to a job interview on a bike.

- Seeley, I'm not going
to the interview.
- Why?

Because I don't want a job.
I'm gonna take this thing,
and I'm goin' on a trip.

- You're goin' on a trip? Where?
- I've always wanted
to see India...

without, you know,
spying on Pakistan.

Oh, okay. I see. So you're
gonna somehow get this bike
to India, ride it around.

What if it breaks down?
What are you gonna do
for parts?

What am I gonna do for parts
if it breaks down in India?

That's all you have to say?You know what?
Just go on the interview.

Would you--

You forgot to tell me
to get shots and not
to talk to strangers.

[ Device Beeps ]So, were you able to
match sheets with boys?

Believe me,
there was enough D.N.A.
on these sheets...

to paint a very clear picture
of life at Beta Delta Sigma.

For example, these two boys
were carrying on a sexual
relationship with each other.

[ Hodgins ]
Nah. Those two guys are
sleeping with the same girl.

Although, refreshingly,
not at the same time.

What about Beaver?Oh. Lots and lots
of D.N.A.

- All of it his own.
- So there's no D.N.A....

on any of the sheets
that could be Molly Briggs's?

Vaginal contributions were found
on eight of the sets of sheets.
None from Molly Briggs.

But Dr. Hodgins did find
something more than semen
on Beaver's sheets.

Yeah, I found evidence
of vegetable-based lanol,

assorted liposomes,
Seba-Gel,
and micronized estriol.

- Ointment.
- From the stain's position
on the sheet and its shape,

which was approximately
three inches long by
one and one-quarter inch wide--

- Okay. We get it.
- The substance appears
to have transferred...

from the victim's penis
directly to the bedsheet.

Adolescent males will use
almost any available lubricant
when masturbating.

- Even estrogen cream?
- A more plausible scenario...

has got Beaver
sexing it up
at a different location,

then coming home
to his own bed naked.

And I refer again
to the imprint.

- Sex with--
- An older woman.

Yeah. Yeah,
most likely, menopausal.

- Molly Briggs is 20.
- Also, I finished my autopsy.

And the bullet shot
by Greg Harmalard was
definitely not cause of death.

- He was dead
when it struck him?
- For at least 12 hours.

So we still have
no cause of death? Well, I got a theory.

Kid died of dehydration.
Forgot to replenish
his fluids.

Okay, what are we
looking for this time?

You know, photos,
love notes, uh,

I don't know, fur,
gray hair.

Anything that's gonna help us
identify Beaver's cougar.

Beaver, otter, cougar.
This case is like
a day at the zoo.

A cougar is an older woman
who prefers younger men.

Wouldn't that indicate that
every woman is a cougar?

Thanks for the insight
there, Bones. Okay.

What's the, uh,
victim's birth date?11-05-89.

I'm Jared's older brother.
He should listen to me.

I could provide you
with several societies where
younger brothers are required...

under threat of death to do
what their older brothers
tell them.

- I like those societies.
- Well, they're mostly
extinct now.

Did you give me Beaver's
birthday the scientific way? Day, month, year.

If you want month, day, year,
05-11-89.

Aha! Look at that.

Next time I ask you a question,
just answer it in American.
That's all.

Oh. The kid had some cash.

Maybe he was
a drug dealer.Hmm.

- You got that right.
- Was our victim
some kind of spy?

It's worse.
He was some kind
of bookie.

Well, Booth mostly
broke the code.That's right.

Column one is
initials and nicknames.

Beaver had approximately
50 regular clients.

Column two is
the day of the week.

[ Brennan ]
What is the significance
of this sequence?

"Foot. Bat. Pig.
Dimple. Fish."

Those are the sports he took
bets on. Football, basketball,
baseball, soccer, golf.

Beaver had over $2,000
in his suitcase.

This whole operation generated
$12,000 this year.

Wow. No wonder this kid
did not wanna lose
academic standing.

All right. Now,
three of these people--

Zimmer, C.C. and 4x4--

they all owed him
over three grand a piece.

-You think that could be motive?
-I bet those are the three guys
Sweets said were faking grief.

Yeah. That is worth
looking into.

Okay. I found something else
in his computer.

A month ago, he hacked into
the university's
computer system...

and went straight to
the chemistry professor's
secure server...

and downloaded the exam.

[ Chuckles ]
This guy was
a true entrepreneur.

Yeah. It was the third time
he hacked into
the chemistry page.

Who was the professor?

[ Angela ]
Uh, Professor Marlene Twardosh.

Well--

Out of all the damages the
victim's remains suffered from
the blunderbuss-- 23 fractures--

I discovered only three
that occurred before he died.

Do any of them offer us
cause of death?

I think not.
Both wrists sustained
compression fractures.

The right radius,
the left ulna,

and significant chipping
to both the proximal
and distal carpal rows...

and compression of
the lateral epicondyles.

Ouch.
What about the third?

Compression fracture here
at the coccyx and
the apex of the sacrum.

These injuries appear
to have occurred
at the same time.

He fell backwards,
tried to break his fall with
his hands stretched behind him.

Dr. Hodgins had an idea
of how to figure out the height
from which the victim fell.

Oh.
This should be good.

The F.B.I. is investigating
student cheating?

Who says America
undervalues education?

Did any of your students
do suspiciously well
on your last exam?

Starting with
James Bouvier.

Beaver has never done
suspiciously well
at anything, Agent Booth.

He was about
to be expelled
because he failed my course.

Did he show any signs that
he wanted to do any better?

You mean begging for mercy
or offering bribes and sexual
favors? That sort of thing?

- Do you use an estrogen cream?
- [ Groans ]
- No.

I make do
with the meager hormones
I produce naturally.

Why?Did you have sexual
intercourse with Beaver?

- What are you--
- [ Chuckles ] I was joking
about the sexual favors.

Also about the bribes?

My God,
you people are humorless.

Five students failed
this exam.

- It was a tough exam.
- They got exactly
the same score-- 37%.

What are the chances
of that?I teach chemistry.

You'll have to ask
Professor DeWitt in Statistics.

But the same five students
did extremely well on the
two tests preceding this one.

-Bones, what are you gettin' at?
-I believe Professor Twardosh...

realized that these students
had stolen her tests
in the past.

And instead of informing
the university, she planted
a fake test online.

- To turn her students in?
- No.

That would result in hearings
and excuses and tears
and parents. I hate parents.

Look, your college experience
was with professors. Mine
was with students and jocks.

What are you gettin' at here?Well, I believe Professor
Twardosh took revenge...

against unethical students
who had no respect
for knowledge.

- And you approve?
- Yes, I do.

Beaver was obviously
an emerging criminal.

Thank you.
I may need you...

to testify
at my termination hearing
when the university finds out.

- Can I ask you one question?
What floor is your office on?
- The third floor.

- Over grass?
- Over flagstones.

On my bad days,
I consider jumping.

You're a forensic
anthropologist, correct?

- Would it kill me?
- No, Professor Twardosh.

It would probably just
break a few bones.

- That's good to know.
- Mmm.

So I checked out
the nicknames of the kids
who owed Beaver money.

Are those the guys
you picked out as
not being sad he was dead?

Uh, yeah.
You're walking pretty fast.

Uh-- So any of those three
frat guys set off your
psycho-killer alarm?

No, no, no.
They display a fairly banal mix
of social awkwardness,

narcissism,
inappropriate fantasies.

All within the normal range.Even the R.O.T.C. guy?

Well, like most overachievers,
he displays a slight
Oedipal neurosis.

- Will you share with me
why you're so agitated?
- You know what?

My brother Jared
is ruining his life.

Oh. He's drinking again?

No. I'm pretty sure
he was dried out
before his court-martial.

Then why the recent urge
to self-destruct?

I set up a perfectly
great job interview
for him.

But instead, you know
what he decides to do?

He wants to just
travel across India
on his motorcycle.

Yeah, that's right.
Talk about a narcissistic
dependence on stupidity.

Mm-hmm. You or him?

This is exactly why
I don't talk to you
about these kind of things.

Okay. I'm gonna suggest
that you're jealous of
your brother's decision.

- I don't want to go to India.
- Well, you feel trapped here
by your responsible nature.

Your job, your
interpersonal relations.What?

Whereas Jared
is completely free.

[ Laughing ]
I am free.
I am free as a bird.

Free to do whatever I want.

Yeah, but what you're
not free to do is control
your brother's life.

Control Jared.
Good luck with that one.

Well, it's not for
a lack of trying.

You could always
get a motorbike
and go with him.

A "motorbike."
A motorbike is used for people
who deliver pizzas in Amsterdam.

You know,
India is large.

It's vast.
Get a motorcycle.

Right.

I'd get
an American motorcycle.

[ Hodgins ] This dummy
is exactly the same weight
as the victim, correct?

69.853 kilograms,
yes.

And why are we
the only ones here?

Oh, I, uh,
asked everyone to leave.

Okay, now, I have installed
four sensors in the wrists
and in the back of the spine.

So we should be able
to gauge the height
from which the victim fell...

to within a few centimeters
after only a few trials.

Why did you ask
everyone to leave?
Are we doing something shameful?

No, it's just--
Last time I dropped
something from up there,

it bounced and injured An--
innocent bystander.

But nobody's here
this time.

So--

Coccyx test number one.
Dr. Jack Hodgins supervising. [ Saroyan ] No.

No, no, no.
Uh-- No.But--

No, no.It--

Stop. This is
an unnecessary experiment.

The height of the fall
can be calculated
mathematically.

Th-That is true.
But I decided to humor
Dr. Hodgins...

so we could bond
over a project.

- Why do you need to bond?
- He mistrusts Muslims.

Go grab a beer together.
But I am saying no
to this experiment.

Yeah. I got that during
the part where you said "no"
seven times in a row.

I find that you don't pay
attention to the first six.

He can't drink beer.
He's Muslim!

[ Typing ]All right.

Hodgins and Arastoo
have an estimate of
how far the victim fell.

1.37 meters
onto a hard surface.

You know what
this means, don't you?Yep.

Dr. Brennan's gonna
stare at the bones
until they speak to her.

So "rock, paper, scissors"
to see who stays
to babysit her?

Okay.Okay.

♪♪ [ Soft Rock ]

Yes!Best two out of three.

Damn.

[ Woman ]
♪ I'm keepin' up, keepin' up ♪

♪ With the time-lapse lifeline ♪

♪ And they can run
they can run ♪

♪ From the farm
to the last ride ♪

♪ And we can hear
we can hear ♪

♪ The first beat
to the flatline ♪

♪ I'm keeping up, keeping up ♪

♪ With the time-lapse lifeline ♪

♪ And once it's done ♪

♪ Oh, we dreamed a life ♪

♪ It was just like that ♪Cam?

♪ Was just like that ♪

♪♪ [ Continues ]Booth will want to know.
I found cause of death.

All right.

♪♪ [ Ends ]

Professor Twardosh
was not Beaver's sex partner.Okay. Did anyone think that?

- Honestly? Because I did not.
- Booth believes that the
cringe factor was too high,

even though cringe factor
is not a valid
mathematical construct.

Believe me, it is.
Okay?

So the three boys
that owe Beaver the money
all have alibis.

Four people bought
the bogus exam from Beaver,
all members of the golf team.

At the time of his death though,
they were at a tournament
in North Carolina.

Great. So all
we know now is that, uh,
golfers cheat a lot.

We know that
Beaver was killed by
being stabbed in the chest.

A very small hole.
Perhaps an ice pick.
Punctured his aorta.

He bled to death internally.We also know that
shortly before he died,

he fell backward 1.37 meters,
fracturing his wrists
and his coccyx.

Okay. So he was stabbed,
and he fell backwards.
That makes sense.

Something's bothering me
about this. I went through
that kid's computer,

and there's absolutely
no indication
that he had the skill...

to hack into the
university's secure server.

Yeah, well, he probably
got his fraternity brothers
to hack in for him.

Well, Mr. Vaziri and I
will figure out exactly
what weapon killed Beaver.

Great.Well, what are you
going to do?

- Uh, something personal.
- What?

Personal.
Personal means personal,
you know? Not for the public.

Well, I'm--
I'm not the public.

You know the roads
suck in India
when they're dry, right?

And-And they turn into rivers
when the monsoons come.

I'll tell you what.
Trucks don't even
give way to anyone.

Will you give the
lifeguard thing a rest,
Seeley? All right?

The State Department has advised
that there is a heightened
security concern...

for anyone
traveling alone in India.

Then come with me. I mean,
that way, you can watch
over me every minute.

You know, everywhere
you've gone, you've always
had the full might...

of the United States government
behind you.

Yeah, I know. I know.
You were a frontline guy,
a fire-eater,

and I was just some
rear echelon wimp.I never said that.

You're so worried,
come along.

Then I'll have
the full might of
Seeley Booth behind me.

Seriously?

I didn't think
you were serious.

I wasn't
when I said it.
But now I am.

Yeah. I'm serious.You want me to come
to India with you?

Ball's in your court,
brother.

I'm a freshman pledge.
Beaver was kind of like
my mentor in the fraternity.

When Beaver,
uh, your mentor,

asked you to hack into
Professor Twardosh's files...

to steal tests,
what did you think?

At first, I said no.
But you know what?

Beaver was your brother. That's right.

He was a brother who was
on academic probation.

I mean, he was
gonna get expelled if he
didn't pass the chem course.

Plus, I know it may not
have looked like it
from the outside,

but Beaver
was a great guy.

So I had to help him.

Our computer expert said
that some info was erased
from Beaver's hard drive.

Erased by someone who knew
what they were doing.

That was me too. JPEG files.
I think about 30 of them.

Digital photographs? Yeah.

I-I didn't see any of them.
But before I permanently
deleted them,

Beaver had asked me
to put four specific ones
onto a USB drive.

So I did.

Look.

I told you everything,
okay?

But if my college finds out that
I hacked into the chem test,

they're gonna kick me
to the curb.

Okay? They don't care
about brothers.

Well, I care about brothers
who are great guys, Eli.

But, more importantly,
I report to the F.B.I.,

not Middlesex College.

Thanks.

[ Booth ]
Hey, what do you got?

We found the hacker,
who told Sweets...

he put some
very sensitive images
on a USB for Beaver.

A damaged USB drive
was amongst the shrapnel...

that Mr. Vaziri removed
from the remains.

There are four JPEG files
on this drive, and two
of them are total goners.

But here's what I got
from number three.

[ Booth ]
Concentrate.
That looks like a face.

[ Angela ]
Yep, that's Beaver.

- Is he being tortured?
- Not exactly.

Yeah, that's a sex face, Bones.
Can you pull up anything else
and see who he's with?

No.

But this one's almost done.

[ Booth ] Whoa. [ Brennan ]
Is that a cougar?

- She could be in her 40s.
- Okay, print it.

- We'll see which member of
the faculty this one is.
- [ Typing ]

There is no
accelerated compression of
the bone around the wound.

So the shaft of the weapon
was uniform in thickness.

If there were no lip
on the outside,

then we'd know
it was a projectile
that caused the wound.

Yes. A one-way trip,
so to speak.

But since there was a lip,
we know it was a return trip
for the weapon--

into the aorta
and back.

As the weapon
entered,

it was going
substantially faster
than when it was withdrawn.

A shaft
of consistent width.

Someone hammered a nail
into the victim,
then pulled it out?

No. Not hammered,
Mr. Vaziri. Shot.

A nail gun.

A nail gun.

[ Booth ]
Recognize this woman,
Dean Warner?

Yes, I know this woman.

Where'd you get
the photo?Off the victim's computer.

Who is she?

Her name is Meredith Warner.
She's my wife.

[ Sighs ]
We've been trying to
track down your wife.

Guess what?It's been a week
since anyone saw her.

You think
I killed my wife
and James Bouvier?

- Have you seen
the photographs before?
- Yes, just over a week ago,

which is when I suggested
to Meredith that...

it was a good time for her
to visit her sister
in Toronto.

Mm-hmm.
Why was it
a good time?

Because the boy threatened
to put the photos
of them together...

all over the Internet
if I didn't let him
stay in school.

Beaver failed
his chemistry test.
You were going to expel him.

Yeah. I, uh, declined
to be blackmailed.

Did the photos ever appear
on the Internet?

They did not.

Is that because
you killed Beaver?

[ Sighs ]

I have nothing more
to say to you except that
I did not kill the boy.

I'm even a little sorry
that he's dead.

So either arrest me
and let me call my lawyer,
or let me go.

Okay. Vernon Warner,
I am placing you under arrest
for the murder of James Bouvier.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to remain silent.

It doesn't make sense.
I mean, logically, I mean,
it doesn't make sense.

Yeah, I know.What? The dean kills
the kid with a nail gun,

and then places him
in the mascot costume
that's full of leftovers?

I know.
It doesn't make sense.No-- That's what I said.

Exactly. That's what
I'm saying too.
It doesn't make sense.

Why did you arrest him?

He pissed me off, you know?
Instead of helping us, he starts
screaming for a lawyer.

Jared wants me to go
to India with him.

Indiana?India, okay?

Taj Mahal, cows,
tigers, cobras,
Slumdog Millionaire.

Y-- I know.
Are you going?

We don't like each other.

So... not going?Well, I mean, he's
my brother, so I love him.

I'm confused. You are going?I mean, Jared should not
go to India alone.

He'll get into
all kinds of trouble.

You said he's never
been alone.

Exactly. You know what?
He'll be eaten alive.

Well, if you go with him,
then he won't be alone.

You won't let him be bad,
and his frontal lobe will
always be the size of a raisin.

Well, that's what you said.
Makes no scientific sense.

Yeah, you said.
Got it.

I did an inventory
of the nails
found in the victim's body.

There were 36.Arastoo,
we know the nail...

that pierced the aorta
was pulled out
of the victim.

Yes. But I thought
perhaps the killer
didn't throw it away.

Perhaps he simply
left it on the body.

One never knows.One never does.

I examined the nails
very carefully for marks...

that would confirm
it was shot
from a nail gun.

A nail gun leaves
distinctive marks.

Not from
the hammering mechanism,
you understand,

but from
the reloading mechanism.

Why are you
telling me this?Well, Dr. Brennan said...

to be especially
polite to you when
the science was difficult.

How stupid do you people
think I am?Booth?

Yeah?Do you recognize
this nail?

Whoa.

♪♪ [ Pop ]

Hey.

[ Woman ]
♪ I've been on the edge
of my chair ♪

What?[ Murmurs ]

♪ Waiting for circumstance ♪

♪ To be kind ♪

[ Fires Nail Gun ]

She's the one you want.

Beaver came up to me.
I was working on the float.

He was always
hitting on me.You didn't like Jimmy?

Not in that way,
you know?

Why did you, uh, shoot Beaver
with the nail gun?

Look, everybody
went for a coffee.

I stayed.
Beaver must've been waiting,

'cause he shows up
and he's all,

"Come on. Everybody
thinks we're doing it.

You might as well
make it official."

And I've been up
all night.
All night, right?

- Working.
- So he moves in closer...

and sticks his tongue
right in my mouth.

- That's assault.
- Right. That is assault.

You're right.
It's assault. Go on.

And, you know, I've--
I've got this nail gun,
and I just pulled the trigger.

And Beaver falls off the float
onto his back.

[ Continues On Monitor ]
And he's hurt.
He's hurt...

with this nail
sticking out of his chest.

And he says,
"Pull it out. Pull it out."

And I say to him,
"I've seen on TV, things
like this, you leave it in.

Leave it in."
But he pulls it out himself.

You're right.
And he dies.

Everybody believed that
we were sleeping together.

Maybe they would believe
I killed him.

So I put his body
in the mascot uniform
before anyone came back.

I have to admit,
I'm impressed that you
picked her out of the crowd.

How did you do it?

You're not gonna
believe me anyway.

You're just gonna say
I guessed. So have it
your way. I guessed.

No. I don't think
you're serious. I'd-I'd
like to know what you saw.

[ Door Closes ][ Sighs ]

[ Chattering ] [ Man ]
What time is the game on?

♪♪ [ Pop On Jukebox ][ Whistles ]

Thank you so much.Hey.
[ Sighs ]

You're not comin',
are you?You really want me to?

Does it matter?

You know, I was going to.
I really was.

But, um, I think
you should go alone.

You think it's a good idea
for me to go to India?

Yeah, I do, alone.

Our whole lives, as kids,
I was always
standing behind you.

Or you had the navy
standing behind you.

But this time, you know,
I think you should
stand alone.

You don't need your
big brother. Thanks.So, come as a friend.

[ Sighs ]
We both know
I'm not your friend.

I'm your big brother.

Yep.
[ Laughs ]

Right.

Right, so, uh,
I got you somethin'.

[ Jared ]
It's Grandpa's
St. Christopher medal.

Oh, no. It's a new one.
I got you that.

Seeley, it looks like
the one Grandpa gave you.No.

Grandpa gave me mine
when I was shipped out
to the Rangers.

This one I'm giving to you.
The patron saint
of travelers.

Kept me safe
in Somalia.

Let's hope it does
the same for you in India.

You gotta wear it
around your neck.

I don't know, man.
Am I alone if I take
a saint with me?

You're not alone.

All right.
Hey.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey.
Take your jacket.

Make it the same way?Yeah, thanks.

Also, can I get a--
a blended--How'd he take it?

Uh, like Jared,
meaning I have no idea.

So, um, do you--

Do you really think you have
to be bad to be good?

Yeah, I do.

Mmm.

Well, I've never done
anything bad.

I believe you.I mean, I've made mistakes,
of course.

But I've never purposely
done anything bad.And I believe you.

I don't want
my frontal lobe
to be a dried-up raisin.

You know what?
We are gonna do
something bad now.

What?Have you ever
dined and dashed?

You know the concept, right?
We're gonna run out of here
without paying the bill.

No, that--
That's stealing.

That's why they call it bad.
We're doing something bad.Booth, no.

You ready?No, I can't.
Really?

No.
Are you serious?Come on. One.

Two.Oh, my God.

Are you serious?Go, go, go, go!

No! No!Go, go!

We're bad!
We're bad!

♪♪ [ Man Singing, Indistinct ][ Laughing, Chattering ]

Get in the car!I did that.
[ Laughing ]

[ Sensor Dinging ]Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo! [ Booth ] Drunk!

What's that mean?