All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E26 - The End in the Beginning (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Hodgins Narrating ]
People say you only live once.

[ Door Closes ]

But people are
as wrong about that...

as they are about everything.

In the darkest moments
before dawn,
a woman returns to her bed.

What life is she leading?

Is it the same life
the woman was living
half an hour ago?

A day ago?
A year ago?

Who is this man?[ Sighs ]

Do they lead separate lives?
Or is it a single life shared?

Do you love me?Yeah.

Do you want me
to prove it to you?Mmm.

If you're not too sleepy.

A storm approaches
and is still over the horizon,

but there is lightning
in the air.

Are either of them aware
of the gathering turbulence?

Can they feel the crackle
of electricity in the wind?

Or are they aware of only
the power that they generate
between themselves?

[ Booth ]
Oh, I love when you do that. [ Brennan Chuckles ]

[ Hodgins Narrating ]
The first hint of this storm
is not a thunderclap.

It is a knock. [ Knocking On Door ]

- [ Knocking Continues ]
- Get it.

No, you get it.No, you get it.

You get it.
Oh-ah![ Chuckling ]

Great. I get it.
[ Sighs ]

What? What?

Good morning.
I'm Detective Saroyan.

Yeah. I know who you are.
You're my brother's partner.

She prefers the term "boss."Official visit.
See the badge?

What's going on?What-- There's my robe.

A body was found
at your nightclub.

So who was still at work
when you left?

- Zack came in just before 4:00.
Brought the car around for me.
- [ Chattering ]

And then Fisher was
supposed to come in at 5:00
so they could do inventory.

Do you think
it was one of them?Well, you know what?

They should've
said more than
"There was a body."

[ Zack ] They found him
laying in the bathroom.[ Brennan ] Is it terrible?

Uh, when Zack saw it,
he screamed.
I heard him from the kitchen.

Yelped. Not screamed.

- Ready?
- I was taken aback.

It was a scream.

[ Hodgins Narrating ]
She has never seen
a dead body before.

He was in the army
and has seen too many.

- Recognize him?
- No.

You didn't see
this guy last night?

- No.
- Neither one of us was
on the floor much last night.

What about this?
You ever hear of a place
called Amicangelo's?

Mm-mmm.

[ Cam ] Which one's closer
to the washroom--
your office or the kitchen?

My office.

How is it the chef
heard your assistant shout,
but you didn't hear a gunshot?

Maybe I'd already gone home.
I left at 4:00 a.m.

Blood coagulation suggests
time of death occurred
between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.

Obviously you weren't
where you said you were.
So where were you?

From midnight until 4:00 a.m.,
I was in my office.

Then I went home.

Come on. Let's go, honey.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.

You think
that was insensitive?

Implying she was cheating on her
husband could've waited until
he wasn't standing next to her.

Why? They bust up,
and you finally
get a crack at her.

It's what you want, right?

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

I know you all
worked late last night,
maybe short on sleep.

But I need to prepare you
for what happens next.

Anybody not heard
about our murder?

Good.
Because you are all suspects.

Oh. [ Man ] Yeah, Dispatch, 197.
We're moving the body right now.

Somebody turned off
the security cameras.

You think one of us
is the killer?

You mind, Detective Saroyan?
I'm conferring with my clients.

Are you, in fact,
acting as our solicitor
in this matter?

I'm the nightclub's lawyer.

You are welcome
to call up your own.

- If we didn't do it,
why do we need a lawyer?
- I didn't kill anyone.

Zack screamed
when he saw the body,
so he's off the hook, right?

Y-Yelped.

He screamed like Slutty Girl #1
in a teen horror flick.

From here on in,
you do not answer questions
you don't get asked!

- Consider me your top suspect.
- Oh, for God's sake.

I'm a trained chef, all right?
Finest schools in Europe.

But my professional life
consists...

of cooking chicken wings
designed to make people drink
more beer.

I'm a man on the edge.

Your wings have been voted
"best in the city"
two years running.

Not best, tallest.

I'm the originator
of the Tower of Wings.

Which will probably
be on my tombstone.

Never seen him in my life.

You're the hostess.
You see everyone who comes in.

Uh, maybe if you had
a picture of him alive?

I don't have a very good
visual imagination.

He looks like a lot of guys.

Is that his real hair?

Let the record show
that my client is indicating
with his head...

that he does not
recognize the victim,
like all my clients.

Next question.

Have you witnessed
any altercations,

any differences of opinion
at the club lately?

Well, Mr. B.-- Uh, that's what
we all call Mr. Booth--

told this hip-hop impresario,
C-Synch,

who is actually
very cute, by the way,

that he would never book him
or any of his acts
into the club.

C-Synch. Yeah, he's, uh--
he's all right, isn't he?

His, uh, right hand
full of talent,
left hand full of street cred,

due to the fact that his brother
is a big-time gangsta.

Clark Edison,
A.K.A. C-Synch.

You restrained him from
lunging at your boss?

I heard C-Synch shouting
all the way at the back
of the coat check. He was mad.

You aware of a city councilman
named Max Keenan?

Everybody knows Max.
He's around all the time.

Max Keenan is upset
because he never got
his facilitator's fee...

for getting city council
to rezone us
for live entertainment.

Now, why would
a crooked politician tell you...

that he was upset
about not getting a payoff?

I'm a bartender.
I'm practically a psychologist.

A Persian named Ara-something
wants to buy the nightclub.

- Arastoo Vaziri?
- Bren's met with him
about 40 times.

Mr. B. does not want to sell.

It was me who shut off
the security cameras!

I wanted some privacy
with my boyfriend,
whom I will not name.

Okay, me and Daisy--
look, we got a thing.

But the thing that we have
isn't, you know--

isn't
a boyfriend-girlfriend thing.

It's a thing.
It's just not a-- a thing.

Miss Julian warned us
that you have to make
an arrest in this case.

I just want to say that
just because Jared Booth and I
went out on a couple of dates...

and he cannot accept the fact
that it is going nowhere,

does not mean
that I should go to jail.

Didn't your lawyer tell you
not to answer any questions
you weren't asked?

Should I mark your people down
as stupid or uncooperative?

Put 'em down as
"well represented."

How about I put 'em down
as accessories after the fact?

How long will they keep
the club shut down?

Oh, as long as they want.
It's a murder scene.

Financially, that's gonna hurt.I'm your councilman.
Maybe I can help.

How much is that
gonna set us back?

I want you to consider
the possibility that
this unfortunate incident--

You mean the homicide.Maybe if you had
remembered...

to reimburse the people
that went out of their way
to get you that zoning change--

Okay, really?
What, are you gonna put
the squeeze on us retroactively?

Why is it so hard
for your husband to see
the ways of the world?

Because he wants me
to be proud of him.

[ Woman ]
Al, could you get that for me? [ Man ] Thanks. It's ready.

You won't be able to reopen the
nightclub for quite some time.

Where can I appeal
that decision?

Wow. What they said
about you is true.

What's that?That you're kind of
a cold fish.

Well, if by cold fish
you mean pragmatic and rational,
then that's what I am.

No. I meant more like somebody,
when a human being is murdered,

cares more about
reopening the club
than catching the murderer.

Well, I have my job.
You have yours.

Where were you
really last night?
Who were you with?

[ Scoffs ]
I had a very
satisfying go-round...

with my husband
at about 5:00 this morning.

How about you?

The victim was killed by
a gunshot wound to the chest.

Guns are loud,
but you did not hear it.

You were not in the building.
Either we talk about this now,
maybe it goes no further.

Otherwise, I gotta pursue
this line of inquiry
in a graceless manner.

- So this is blackmail.
- You pride yourself
on being pragmatic.

I figured you'd
appreciate the logic.

This guy,
the Persian or whatever--

how bad does he want
your place?Who? Vaziri?

Kind of guy who won't
take no for an answer. Why?

Because the guy comes up shady.
But he's got an alibi for
last night. Twin-hooker alibis.

Now I'm gonna
tell you something, something
Cam doesn't even know yet.

Coroner's found fibers inside
the bullet track from something
used to muffle the gun.

Oh, that would explain
why Bren didn't hear the shot.Yeah.

It's amazing what forensics
can do these days.

Now, if we happen to find that
particular item, it could lead
straight to the killer.

So you think
Iknow where it is.

I'm just saying
the best thing is that
that item never turns up.

[ Brennan ]
Cam says everybody thinks
I'm a cold fish.

Come on.
What you are is Iceland.

Cool to the touch.
But underneath,
you're all volcano.

[ Chuckling ]

I don't like people thinking
that I'm a cold fish.

Look, if you were really
a cold fish,
you wouldn't care.

You used logic on me.
That's sweet.

Cam says the reason
I didn't hear the gunshot
is because I'm cheating on you.

Oh. Well, Jared thinks,
you know, I'm the killer,

and he's helping me
get away with it.

So you're a murderer.
I'm unfaithful.
We are a very exciting couple.

Except the real reason
you didn't hear anything...

is that the gunshot
was muffled.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

That's Caroline's phone.
What's she calling for?

Hello? You've reached
Bonnie and Clyde.

[ Chuckling ]
Murder Incorporated.

[ Together ]
How may we help you?

Eh, it's, uh-- It's Max.

Max, what are you doing
on Caroline's phone?

I don't own a cell phone. Big
Brother always knows where you
are when you got a cell phone.

I guess when you're
as shifty as Max here,
paranoid is good.

You're open
for business tonight.

Well, how'd you pull that off?

Let's say I went in the front
door, Max slipped in the back,
and we got it covered.

What does that even mean? Just means you gotta
remember what they say...

about one hand
washing the other.

[ Beeps ]That particular cliché pertains
to people with clean hands, Max.

You do not qualify.

There's a bloodstain
on the bathroom wall.

Yeah. Someone smashed
the victim's head against
the wall. Knocked him out.

And then came back.
Finished him off
with a shot to the chest.

Very cold-blooded execution,
in fact.

How did you know that?I eavesdropped on the cops.

Also, they're looking for
something that was used to
smother the sound of the shot.

- Why do you have a gun?
- What? Oh, oh, oh!
I'm English.

All right?
We don't use guns.
We use our foreheads.

What you've just picked up
is most likely
the murder weapon.

Why would the murderer
hide the gun in your stuff?

Perhaps because the murderer
sussed me out as, you know,

the type of fellow
who'd be smart enough
to get rid of it.

Evidently he didn't expect
you to be here
when I discovered it.

Maybe we should
get rid of it.

-You and I are not in collusion.
-Why not?

Because you're the type of moron
who goes to jail for a murder
he didn't commit. And I am not.

- Then what do we do?
- Okay. What I should do
is kill you with the gun...

and then tell the cops
that you attacked me
after confessing to the murder.

[ Sucks Lips ]

♪♪ [ Man Singing Rap,
Indistinct ]

It's hard to believe
that someone was murdered
just over there.

Means nothin' to me--
a best-selling pulp-crap
crime novelist.

I trade in death daily,
theoretically.

What liquor best exemplifies
death by substance abuse?

[ Affecting Irish Accent ]
Irish whiskey.
Of course.

But what spirit best represents
murder most foul?

You know, everyone
that works here is a suspect.

I'm working with a murderer.

Do you have a picture of this
poor bastard that was murdered?

Fisher sent this to me this
morning before the cops arrived.[ Cell Phone Beeping ]

I'll only show you
if you lose the Irish accent.

Take a look.

The man is obviously
a hired killer.

You get that from a phone pic? His hair, his suit, his ring--

the fact that I talked to him
last night... here.

Here? In this bar?
I didn't see him.

Gotcha.
Yeah, right.

None of us did.
Very good.

Murder most foul.

♪♪ [ Dance, Indistinct ]Yeah. Do you feel that?

I mean,
this place is magic.

Your stage has
mystic properties.
[ Kissing ]

Now that is a ridiculous
urban legend.

Then explain to me
how so many people who've
played here over the years...

have gone on
to fame and fortune.

Maybe because
we have good taste.

This place had the power
before you got here.
It'll have it after you're gone.

All I want
is my piece of the legacy.

[ High-pitched Voice ]
C-Synch, baby.

[ Exhales, Chuckles ]

And if you had good taste,
you will book me first.

And then each
of my protégés thereafter.
You dig?

Well, dig this. I recognize
your personal talent.

- But I don't book you or your--
- Protégés.

- Because of your brother.
- So you're just
brazenly racist?

-Sorry? Speak louder.
-This is exactly where I did not
want this conversation to go.

My husband is concerned
about your gang ties,

which is not you,

but is your brother.

Look. There's Cain,
and then there's Abel.

You see a mark on my forehead?
Nah.

So that makes me Abel.
And on top of that,

how are you gonna
penalize my protégés
because of my brother?

- How is that fair?
- As your lawyer,
I must advise you.

- If Mr. Edison lodges a suit--
- [ Mouths Words ]

the outcome is not assured
in our favor.

We will discuss it...
since we are partners.

[ Clark ]
Mm-hmm. [ Vincent ] Aye, aye.

Look, um, I know whatever you're
doing is very important.

It's-- C-Synch!
C-Synch!

- Hey.
- [ High-pitched Voice ]
What's up?

Be glad you're a pasty
Brit albino, Vinnie.

Cheers.
Um, I need to talk.

Ooh. Oh, no.

200 million unregistered
guns in the country.

- This one finds its way
into my gear.
- Anybody touch it?

- Did anybody touch it?
- Zack did.

[ Sighs ]

Legally, if it's with my stuff,
can I just, like,

claim it as my own
and toss it into a volcano?

Caroline is an officer
of the court.
She has to report it, right?

I sure as hell do now.

.38, right?
Matches the murder weapon.

Zack touched it.

Will you two let me do
some of the detecting, please?

Saturday night special.
Totally disposable.

My theory?
It's the murder victim's gun.

Taken away from him
by persons unknown...

who shot him in the chest,
then hid it here...

thinking that Vincent
would find it, panic
and throw it away...

because he's, well,
English.

Who's this now?Jack Hodgins.

- Very successful
crime novelist.
- They never get anything right.

I'm not gonna
fare well in jail.

Uh, I'm lovely.

- Don't worry about it, Vincent.
I'll bail you out.
- [ Clears Throat ]

You too, Zack.

No Vincent, no deejay.
No deejay, no entertainment.

You carpe your diem,
bub.You mean the band?

Get a girl
to smack the tambourine--
you maybe get a shot.

- You mean Angela?
- Of course I don't mean Angela.

You don't stand
a chance with Angela.

Her.
Pansy or Buttercup.

Daisy.

Mysterious Persian real estate
mogul who's been trying
to buy our home away from home.

What nefarious reasons
does he have?

I want this club 'cause I know
how to turn it into a gold mine.

- Boring.
- Good business, like a good
marriage, is outwardly boring.

Sorry.

Last night, I go home
a little before 3:00.

I check to make sure Bren
has locked up the safe.

I wonder, did somebody tape
the door after I checked it?

'Cause this guy
got in somehow.

You mean the dead guy
or whoever killed him.

There's nothing tacky
on the bolt here,
so it wasn't taped.

That means either the dead guy
hid in the club after closing...

or Bren let him in
after my sweep.

-No, she didn't.
-Whoever killed this guy had a
key or was already in the club.

Bren was the only one
inside the club.

You seem pretty sure
this is the way it played out.

The dead guy--
chats me up last night.

Okay. Why didn't you
tell the police?

Creepy old guy
trespassing around our club
during the night?

I know what I'd do
if I caught him.

Did you catch him?

Nope. Did you?

'Cause until I get
the specific answer
to that question,

my loyalty's with you.

I didn't catch him.
But I appreciate your loyalty.

[ Handle Clatters ]

♪♪ [ Man Singing Rap,
Indistinct ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Hey, Arastoo.
How you doing?

He's making me another offer
on the nightclub.

- Really? How big of a bump
do we get for murder?
- Huh. The offer is lower.

The place is under a cloud.

Things like this occur when
people are not... reasonable.

Implying that you are behind
the murder, trying to scare me
to sell. Ballsy move, pal.

Behind it? No.
Merely taking advantage.

It's good business.Right. Well, my nightclub is not
for sale, but my booze is.

So either get a drink,
or get the hell out of here.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Hey, Booth, Bren.

Heard about Vincent
being arrested.
Can my band audition?

- No.
- Come on. What's the harm?

- Be ready in one hour, pal.
You got it, kid.
- Yes!

Yes. You won't
be disappointed.

- Why?
- I got a soft spot for the kid.

You're made of soft spots.
You're still gonna
make the call, right?

Of course
I'm gonna make the call.
I'm not soft in the head.

What is the call?

It's why I own this place
and you never will, okay?

So, drink?
Or you're gonna leave?

Hey. Awkward.
Very awkward. Awkward.

Angela, what is awkward?[ Sighs ]

It's a floor plan
for the nightclub.

Yeah.
I drew it...

for the murder victim
last night.

You know how what
I always really wanted to do
was interior decorating, right?

I mean, I'm very good.
I sort of have a knack.

And he told me
that he owned a nightclub
and that he'd hire me to--

And I figured he was
probably hitting on me.

But Jared showed up
and asked me out
for, like, the hundredth time.

Why are you
showing this to me?

Because if I show it to Mr. B.,
his head will explode.

You're a cooler customer.

I'm not a cold fish.
I'm Iceland.

[ Scoffs ] Okay. If I had
a firmer grasp on geography,
I might know what you mean.

- Why would his head explode?
- Well, note the "X"...

at this office.

Traditionally
"X" marks the spot.

The safe? You think
he wanted to rob us?

Well, yeah, maybe.

Or it's possible
that the "X" marks
a whole other objective.

The only thing left is--

Me.

[ Imitates Explosion ]

Why didn't you show this
to the police?

Because they'll take it
without telling me if it
means what I think it means.

What do you think it means?

[ Sighs ]People know the best way
to hurt him--

Is to hurt you.

The Persians are capable
of sending a very bad message.

What do you mean,
bad message?

Head cracking. Leg breaking.
Neck snapping. Finger snipping.
Like that.

It's possible
they sent this guy.

To break my legs?

And the gangbangers make him.
And they kill him
to make a statement.

So Booth was right
about the gangbangers?

Everyone serves somebody.

Something your--
your husband refuses to accept.

I know he's
stubborn.Oh, he's a man of principle.

And I mean that
as a terrible insult.

Now, if he had
just paid me off,

none of this would've happened.

Who do you work for that could
scare off the Persians
and the gangbangers?

Ask your brother-in-law
about the Grave Digger.

Because he's a cop?

Because he and I
work for the same guy.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]Hello?

[ Saroyan ]
The murder victim's been
identified as Dick Vorstenbach.

[ Jared ] He was a
security consultant for a waste
disposal company in Newark.

[ Chuckles ]
A mobster named Vorstenbach.
What's the world coming to?

So what was he doing
at our place?

That's a mighty fine question.

Where did you get this?

- What's that?
- It was slipped to me
anonymously...

by someone who drew it
for Vorstenbach last night.

- Your office is marked.
- Meaning Vorstenbach was in
your club last night.

- But nobody saw him.
- Excuse me, Cam.
But this napkin proves...

that Vorstenbach was sent
to hurt my wife.

That is one of
our theories, yes.

Could the Grave Digger
have sent Vorstenbach?

-Now, where'd you dig that up?
-Isn't he some old mobster type,
has his finger in every pie?

- There's no Grave Digger.
- Max Keenan likes to say
he works for the Grave Digger.

- Makes him scary.
- Exactly.
So forget the Grave Digger.

Look. Our first job
is to find out
who killed Vorstenbach.

Finding out who sent him
is totally secondary.

Right. But here
in the real world,
when do we get our deejay back?

- Never. Your people
are lying to me.
- [ Sighs ]

Until I find out why,
you can't have your deejay
nor your assistant...

nor anybody else I can scoop up.

Now, now. It's blatant
police brutality...

to use the word "nor"
so aggressively, hmm?

[ Hodgins Narrating ]
Violent death, murder--
it sends out shock waves.

The closer you are to it,
the greater the shock.

Max told me that
he works for the Grave Digger.[ Scoffs ]

- He told me something else.
- Mmm.

He said that Jared
works for him too.

- [ Grunts ]
- Don't get so mad.
Max could be lying.

Look, I'm mad
because I don't find it
hard to believe at all.

All right.
Did Max give you the napkin?

No. Angela.

- What?
- Why? [ Stammering ]

Why are all our employees
holding out on the cops?

They love us.
Especially you.

They love us. We're lovable.
Okay. What math gets them
to obstruct justice?

They all know
that you'd kill anyone
who was going to hurt me.

And that man, Vorstenbach,
was going to hurt me.

They think I'mthe killer.

That's the math that gets them
to lying to police
and obstructing justice.

Hey!
So, uh, we're Gormogon.

Um, I mean the name
of the band is Gormogon.

Some people think
that I'm Gormogon.
But I'm not.

It's like there's no one
named Floyd in Pink Floyd.

- Just play, Sweets.
- Yeah.

♪♪ [ Electronic Piano ]Gormogon is a stupid name.
What does it even mean?

♪ Every single step I take ♪

♪ Seems to go the other way ♪

♪ From the one
that I'd intended ♪

♪ Thought this lunacy
had ended ♪

♪ And the seasons never change ♪

♪ They just always
stay the same ♪

♪ Like a band
with just a drummer ♪

♪ I'm in never-ending summer ♪

♪ And I'm alone now ♪

Man, I'm tellin' ya.
I'm looking at Sweets
in a whole different way.

Really?

♪ I'm alone now ♪

♪ I'm alone now ♪♪

Woo-woo!
Woo!

- Thank you!
- That-- That was wonderful.
That was wonderful.

-Why did they even invent piano?
-The thing is, it's, uh--
It's a nightclub.

Uh, and people, they--
they gotta dance.

Not just--Fall in love.

Oh. Uh--
[ Chuckling ]

[ Daisy ]
You're really good. Oh, stop.

It was great stuff.
Though, you know, uh,
people, they gotta--

Uh, it's a dance club--
big beat, big noise.
You-- You understand.

All right.

My brother would like to talk.
He's waiting for you out back.

Right. Uh, Sweets,
why don't you play
another song for the girl there.

♪♪ [ Guitar Strumming ]

[ Sweets ]
♪ Draw the curtain, dim-- ♪Oh-- Come on.

What's going on, boss?I got a meeting with an
angry gangbanger in the alley.

Why?I got my gun.

You got a gun?He's the leader of a gang.
He's killed people.

And he hates your guts.
I ain't no mathematician,
but that adds up bad.

Okay. Hang in back.All right.

Wha--

[ Grayson ]
I want my brother
to play in the club!

[ Blows Landing ]

Open the door, boss!
I'm right here!
Come on!

[ Grunting ] [ Blows Continue Landing ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Glass Shatters ]I'm coming!

♪ That makes sense of them ♪

♪ Sinking to the starting line ♪

♪ Where our love
was just unfit ♪♪

[ Brennan ] Who is that? C-Synch's brother.
Head of the gangbangers.

[ Hammer Cocks ]Don't move,
or I'll blow your head off.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

Wanna drop that?

[ Clicks ]Thank you.

Hi, honey.Hey.
You okay?

- You should see the other guy.
- [ Jared ]
So who do you want to arrest?

[ Sighs ]
Let's take 'em all.

Look, man.
My brother don't sag,
slang or bang.

What about you?

[ Scoffs ]
Man, Clark barely
talks to me. You dig?

Why do you care?He's my brother.

And your club
is on my block.

Do the math, man.I've been here before.
Okay?

The place becomes
a gang hangout.
East Coast meets West Coast.

Somebody gets popped.Says the dude with
the dead body in his bathroom.

Yeah.
For all I know, you did it.I pop somebody,

I don't muffle
the shot, brother.

[ On Speaker ]
I shoot him straight on
in his face. Ask anybody.

Look, man. What if I decree
your place off-limits
to my crew or any other crew?

You can decree?He's my brother, man.

And I want to see him
get his cheese.
See his face on buses.

[ Chuckling ]
Fine. C-Synch in the house.

[ Jared ]
You still think
it could be him?

Nope. He'd have
taken credit if he did it,
use it to scare your brother.

This guy's got nothing to do
with Vorstenbach's murder.
Let him go.

Thanks.Now they have my assistant,
our doorman and our deejay.

All right.
Well, I can watch the door
until they release Wendell.

- What about entertainment?
- I thought Sweets was
"fantabulisticulous."

- Uh, we got the Cruüe.
- What crew?

Hey.
Uh, so Daisy told me something.

And I figured
you need to know.

That murdered guy--
I sort of had
a conversation with him.

-And you didn't tell the police?
-Well, it's what they discussed
that's important.

It's Daisy.
So they discussed sex.

- That's mostly true.
- Okay, please.
What is the point?

Lance's songs
were so romantic.

[ Chuckling ]Which made me amorous.

Oh! Maybe skip ahead a little.Well, Lance was nervous
we'd get caught...

because I'm unabashed
about noise.

Okay. Is it "skip"
or "ahead" or "point"
that she doesn't understand?

Well, I told Lance
that I knew a place...

where a couple in love
could find some privacy.

Oh! Which is what
I also told Vorstenbach.Yeah. That's the point.

When Wendell does his sweep,
he never checks
the lost and found.

Vorstenbach could've
hid back here and waited
for the club to be empty.

Remember all those wooden
matches around the body?

- He was here.
- Why didn't you tell the police
you saw Vorstenbach?

Fisher says that Mr. B.
probably killed the guy
to save you...

and we should do
everything we could
to impede the investigation.

Was that wrong?
It felt right.

Wh-- Uh--

- They let you out.
- Yes. Someone stole my shoes.

Of course they did.

Sweets found your coat.

I don't get the connection.

It was jammed
into a case of premium gin.
He brought it to me.

I found the bullet hole.

Someone used my coat
to muffle the gunshot.

Well, what did you do
with my coat?

That's my expensive
Belgian corduroy coat?

I decided to douse it
with pure grain alcohol
and burn it.

So you two conspired
to keep this big secret
from the rest of us.

Mr. B. had the strength
to bash the guy's head
against the wall.

And you have the--Clarity of will
to shoot him.

Is that why
you picked up the gun, in case
my fingerprints were on it?

I've learned a lot
from Mr. Hodgins's books.

Zack and Sweets found
my Belgian corduroy coat...

and burned it because it had
a bullet hole in it.

[ Scoffs ]
Are you serious?Yeah.

They figured that you bashed
his head against the wall
and then I shot him.

Should I be upset that everyone
thinks that we're murderers,

or just happy that
everyone's trying to help us
get away with it?

You should recognize that
everything they do to help
makes us look more guilty.

- Especially you.
- Why me?

Because you are strong enough
to smash his head into the wall,
and I'm not.

Oh. So, we having
some doubts?

Not about anything
important.

Here.Ah.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Jared ] Yeah. The fibers
we found in the victim's wound
are Belgian corduroy.

How'd you know?We can't find Bren's coat.

If it's in that club,
we'll eventually find it.
So--

I know. I heard you
the first time. Find the coat,
get rid of it, burn it--

The only problem is,
I didn't kill the guy.

Max says you're in
the Grave Digger's pocket.
Did he send this man?

Max is nuts.

And crooked as a stick in water.

Look, hey. Hey.

Somebody put this
Vorstenbach guy on Bren.

What?You're not gonna like it.

Somebody comes
into my club to hurt my wife--
Of course I'm not gonna like it.

Bren was cheating on you
with the Persian.

[ Sighs ]
You got that wrong.

Met with him over a dozen times.
Over 70 phone calls
in the past three weeks.

How many times a day
you talk to her?

This is what happened.
They get into a thing.

Goes south. Bren figures out
that it's not true love,

that the Persian
wants her for your nightclub.

And then he threatens her.
He sends this Vorstenbach guy
on the job.

But you don't see it
because you don't use your head.

You think everything
that you feel is true.

[ Grunts ]

[ Man ]
Take it outside.

You need to grow up.

Hey, Mr. B.
Anybody else get arrested?

Not that I know of.
Hey, listen, Ange.

You know the napkin
you drew for Vorstenbach?

Yeah. I'm sorry about that.
I didn't know
what he wanted it for.

No. I, uh-- I know that.
It's just,
why wasn't it finished?

Oh, well,
I got interrupted.

- Interrupted? By who?
- By Jared.

- He came in to ask me out.
- [ Scoffs ]

Jared saw Vorstenbach
and the napkin?

Mm-hmm.

Right.

You seen Max?Yeah.
Um, Table 11.

[ People Chattering ]

Hey, as soon as
the Cruüe gets here,
we'll do a sound check.

That's great.What time
you want us to go on?

Midnight. You got it.
Give or take.

So the cops think
I committed the murder.

The cops are the least
of your worries.
Make the payment.

Right. You know,
you tell the Grave Digger,
unless he's willing to kill me,

it's over.

Oh. One more thing.
Anything happens to my wife,
it's you I'm coming after.

Whoa, whoa. Me?
I'm just the messenger.

Right.
You know, I don't know how you
got Jared to believe that crap.

But my gut is telling me
you're nobody's messenger.

It's only money.

I hate when people say that.

[ Chattering ]

So did the police try
to convince you I was having
an affair with Arastoo?

It's what they do,
you know?
Drive wedges.

It wouldn't be irrational
to think I was having
an affair with him.

He's very handsome.

Yeah. I'd feel it
if the energy was bad
between the two of us.

I'd know.
The same way that you would know
that I couldn't murder someone.

I believe you would
murder someone for me.

And I believe you'd lie about it
so I wouldn't have to
carry that burden.

[ Woman ]
Tommy! Tommy! [ Woman #2 ] Moötley Cruüe.

[ Brennan ]
Hey, Nikki, Vince.

What's up?Nice.

Excellent update
on the lid, Mick.

[ Woman ] Nikki! [ Woman #2 ]
I love you, Tommy!

♪♪ [ Drum Crash ]Hello, hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hello, hello, hello.

♪♪ [ All Playing Randomly ] Ch-- Ch-- Ch-- Ch--

Check, check, check. Checking. Check, check, check.

Listen. Go bigger, go louder
or just go home. [ Man ] Okay, okay.

How did you convince them
to leave Cruüe Fest
and appear here tonight?

Benefit for the kids.

We're doing a benefit
for sick kids? Aw.

Poor Cam and Jared.

You know, if this murder
is any indication,

I don't know how
any homicide is ever solved.

Everyone lies.
Everyone has a secret agenda.

I'm glad we're nightclub owners
and not crime solvers.

♪♪ [ Band Warming Up ]

I know who did it.

So do I.

Hello, hello, hello.

Awesome. It's the Cruüe.

Oh-- I've been banked
by a rock band.

[ Whispering,
Indistinct ]

When did you realize
it wasn't me?

You would kill for me.
I know that.

But whoever did this
knocked him out,

then went and got my coat
before executing him.

You would never do that.

Jared is different.

My brother killed a man
to save my wife.
What are we gonna do?

Do? We thank him and shut up.

Bren, this is murder.

It's more like a rescue.

- Not everything
is just so clear to you.
- It is this time.

I don't think
I can live with this.

Boss.

I'm not going to prison.

G.P.S. puts you
in this building at
the time of the murder.

Hey, I told you.
No cell phone. No G.P.S.
Should've listened to me.

Lose the weapon, Detective.

- Jared, just take out your gun.
- That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

[ Jared ]
You ready?

- I'm a quick bastard.
- By the barrel, very slowly.

That's not
how it's gonna go.

We know
how this is gonna go.

[ Cocks ]

Bren!

It's okay.

It's all okay.

Thank you.

You helped us.

Now, please,
let us help you.

[ Man On P.A. ]
Please welcome Moötley Cruüe!

[ Crowd Cheering ]

Put the handcuffs on, Jared.

♪ Rat-tailed Jimmy
is a secondhand hood ♪

♪ Deals down in Hollywood ♪

♪ Got a '65 Chevy
primered flames ♪

♪ Traded for
some powdered goods ♪

♪ Jigsaw Jimmy
he's the one in the game ♪

♪ But I hear he's doin' okay ♪

♪ Got a cozy little job
through the Mexican mob
Packages the candy 'caine ♪

♪ He's the one
they call Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ He's the one that makes you
feel all right ♪

♪ He's the one
they call Dr. Feelgood ♪

[ Screaming ] ♪ Cops on the corner
always ignore ♪

♪ Somebody's gettin' paid ♪

♪ Jimmy's got it wired
Law's for hire ♪

♪ I got it made in the shade ♪

♪ Got a little hideaway
does business all day ♪

♪ But at night
he'll always be found ♪

♪ Sellin' sugar to the sweet
People on the street
call this Jimmy's town ♪

♪ He's the one
they call Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ He's the one that makes you
feel all right ♪

♪ He's the one
they call Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ He's gonna be
your Frankenstein ♪

♪ I've got one thing
you'll understand ♪

♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪

- ♪ He's not what you'd call
a glamorous man ♪
- ♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪

- ♪ Got one thing
that's easily understood ♪
- ♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ He's the one
they call Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪

♪ Dr. Feelgood ♪♪

[ Hodgins Narrating ]
You love someone, you open
yourself up to suffering.

That's the sad truth.

Maybe they'll break your heart.

Maybe you'll break their heart
and never be able to look at
yourself in the same way.

Those are the risks. [ Wendell ]
Locking up, boss.

Thanks, Wendell.

You know, I think--

[ Sighs ]
I think you're right, you know?

- I think we should sell out.
- You're not afraid
of this Grave Digger person?

No. I told him if he doesn't
leave us alone, I'd kill him.

And he believes me.
[ Groans ]

You mean you told Max
to tell him.

Yeah.Mm-hmm.

Caroline says if they can't
trace the gun to Jared,

they can't find my coat,

he's going to walk.

We can't sell the club.
Your brother might need a job.

Plus, I have another confession.

What?

[ Hodgins Narrating ]
You see two people
and you think...

they belong together.

But nothing happens.Well--

[ Chuckles ]You know that glass of wine
that we share every night?

Yeah.

I have to stop that.Oh, come on, Bren.

Just because you have
one glass of wine every night
with your husband...

doesn't mean
you're an alcoholic.

That's not why.

[ Laughing ]No. Yeah?

You are pregnant?

This is a little
baby boy, huh?

Or girl.

[ Hodgins Narrating ]
The thought of losing
so much control...

over personal happiness
is unbearable.

That's the burden.

Like wings, they have weight,

we feel that weight
on our backs,

but they are a burden
that lifts us.

- Burdens that allow us...
- Allow us...

to fly.to fly.

[ Monitor Beeping ]

[ Murmurs ]

[ Weakly ]
It was such a weird dream.

Booth?

[ Chuckling ]
Booth?

You're awake.
[ Laughing ]

So real.

Your operation was a success,
but you reacted poorly
to the anesthesia.

You've been in a coma
for four days.

It took you
so long to wake up.

It felt so real.

It wasn't real.

Who are you?

[ Gasps ]

What's that mean?