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(people chattering)

Wow.

Now that's a slide, huh, Bud? It's too hot.

I burned my butt on the way down. Let's go play

on the merry-go-round then. Dad will take a break.

Welcome to the dad playground.

Excuse me? Take a look around you.

Huh. Are we all divorced?

Most, and I think moms are just too scared

to let their kids play on the old play equipment.

It's the exact same stuff that I grew up playing on.

I turned out just fine. That's the kind of talk

that got you divorced. BOY: Daddy?

Dad? Yeah.

The roundy thing is stuck.

(boy grunting)

Yeah, let's figure it out, bud.

MAN: Ooh. One of these kids

needs a change.

All right, step aside.

Dads to the rescue. Yep.

Wow, she really is stuck.

Let me give you a hand. Yeah.

Okay. On three. Ready?

Yeah. One, two, three.

(grunting)

(children screaming)

This is not gonna be good for my divorce settlement.

(screaming continues)

BOOTH: Okay, so how long till Christine can do the dishes,

and I can play with my toys after breakfast?

Well, if you feel she's ready for chores, we could start

with a simpler task, like clearing the table.

Yeah, just have to pick up

all the broken pieces. I'll let her be a princess

for a few more years.

The bubbles are pink, jackass.

Did you just hear what she said?

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

Bones, Christine said the word "A-S-S,"

and where I come from, that's a swear word.

"J-A-C-K-A-S-S." "Jackass" isn't profanity.

It's another name for a donkey.

No, it's a gateway

swear word, which leads to other, four-letter swear words.

Well, numerous studies have shown

that profanity can be quite beneficial

when used in moderation.

Okay, you're not

seriously arguing

that our four-year-old should be swearing?

Use of occasional profanity has been linked

to increased circulation, elevated endorphins

and an overall sense of calmness.

(phone ringing) No, no.

Don't science-up the swearing.

We got to talk here, all right, pumpkin?

Listen, Christine, that word that you just used,

okay, to call your bunny-- that's a naughty word.

We don't say that in this house.

Okay?

A body was found on a playground in Forest Hill

under a merry-go-round. Well, last time

I checked, people just don't

crawl under those things and die on their own.

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

All right, I'll take Little Miss, uh,

(whispers): Potty Mouth to Max's.

Then I'll go to the office then. Okay.

So...

about the naughty words.

Right? Are we clear?

We don't use them in this house. Yes.

Okay. But it's not my fault.

Bunny is a jackass.

BRENNAN: The parabolic dental arch indicates

the victim was Caucasian,

while the lack of subpubic concavity suggests male.

Age will be a bit more difficult because...

I got age.

Slightly coarse granularity of the auricular surfaces

puts him mid-to-late 20s.

It's a piece of cake.

This is not a competition, Oliver.

You are delightfully naive.

BRENNAN: I am noticing

deep incisions to the nasal bones,

zygomatic arches and the maxilla.

Now, what kind of person shoves a dead body

under a piece of playground equipment?

A fun-loving person?

How's it going over there? SAROYAN: Lots of tissue

dried onto the metal.

It's gonna take a while to scrape off.

BRENNAN: There's also evidence of

rodent predation, so separating the damage from

an assailant and the playground environment

will be a challenge for you, Dr. Wells.

Challenge accepted.

The degree of brown discoloration in the tissue

puts time of death between two

and two and a half days ago.

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

I try to limit it to stubbing my toe,

getting caught in traffic...

I meant Michelle. Oh.

Only when she sings along to music she likes.

Christine used the word

"jackass" this morning,

and Booth said that it was a gateway profanity.

WELLS: Jackass. How adorable, huh?

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

BRENNAN: I don't feel that children should be punished

for expressing themselves in a nonviolent manner.

Damn!

Looks like our victim was sporting a mouthful

of porcelain veneers. Oh.

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

Meaning our victim had money.

Not on him, he didn't. I wasn't able to find

a wallet or a cell phone in the victim's

clothing or effects. SAROYAN: Lack of melanin

in a band shape

on the flesh of the left ring finger

suggests the victim was also missing a wedding band.

Sounds like he was robbed.

Well, we may not know who the victim was,

or what killed him,

but it sounds like we just found motive.

Uh...

um, can someone

please retrieve this piece of evidence

so it's not compromised? HODGINS: Yeah.

In a second. I just got to get a picture

of this for the Christmas party.

Seriously?

(camera clicking)

Smile.

One second.

As you requested, every theft in the area

surrounding Forest Hill Playground for the last year.

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

Thanks.

That's all I need for now.

Tell you what, I'll let you get back to the, uh, exciting world

of warrant returns. So you think

the victim might have been killed for his valuables, huh?

I thought you had paperwork to do. Yeah.

Which no one ever reads.

In pulling those reports, I noticed a string of robberies

at a hostel less than a mile from where the body was dumped.

Four in the past month here.

Local PD hasn't had much luck

catching the thieves. And if the guy was staying

at the hostel, someone might have seen him there.

My thought exactly.

I'll see if anyone there recalls seeing

a guy fitting our victim's description. Oh, ho.

Slow down. Pump the brakes there.

What, are you assigning yourself to the case?

I guess so.

Thanks for saving me from desk duty.

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

Would you like anything else? How about my lunch?

How about...? Would you like

a bite of my sandwich?

Yes.

You're a prince, you know that?

Dr. Brennan, when you first started,

how many hours were you pulling?

Before I had

a family, I was in the lab

anywhere from ten to 15 hours a day, including weekends.

Why do you ask?

Because one day, I plan on surpassing you

as the world's foremost forensic anthropologist.

I applaud your ambition, Dr. Wells,

but being the best in your field requires more

than the accumulation of hours.

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

Perhaps, but I'd temper yourself.

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

Oh, no.

Not "as good as." Better than.

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

No. The expression is "Bring it on."

There's no "over." But okay.

Hemorrhagic staining to the area

surrounding the wound on the frontal bone

suggests that the injury was sustained around

time of death.

The staining could have been the result of a minor head injury

that became exaggerated

during its time under the merry-go-round.

We can't know for sure if it's cause of death

until the skull is reconstructed.

Unfortunately, that's going to have to wait.

I need the skull.

But we need it to determine

cause of death. Which isn't gonna

do much good if we don't know who was killed.

Angela said that the skull was damaged too much

to get a facial reconstruction.

And I concur.

But I do not.

MONTENEGRO: Cam, you're either a genius

or a deeply disturbed human being.

SAROYAN: Would you mind

passing me the victim's nose?

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

Thank you.

Okay.

So, roughly?

Okay. According to my notes,

the length of the victim's skull is ten inches,

which means the tip of the nose should be placed

a quarter of an inch lower.

Okay.

How's that look?

Like a shredded nose adhering to the golden ratio.

Cannot believe we're doing this.

Well, I've always loved arts and crafts.

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

And we'll have ourselves a face.

So, the bottom of the lobe should be placed parallel

with the tip of the nose.

Okay.

A glue stick?

Hey, forensic lo-fi.

I think we're ready.

(electronic whirring)

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

I'll fill in the gaps, and

smooth out the contours.

Add some color to the flesh

to compensate for the dehydration.

From Frankenstein

to just plain old Frank.

So, we know the victim was married.

Hopefully, his wife reported him missing.

(computer chirping)

(beeping)

Good call.

"Toby

Wachlin."

Reported missing by his wife yesterday.

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. AUBREY: Mrs. Wachlin, we know

that this is a lot to take in, but if we're gonna

catch your husband's killer, we need your help here.

I don't know how to help.

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

Toby was the one who took care of everything.

The mortgage, the bills, the lightbulbs.

I never even changed a lightbulb.

Okay, I can show you how to do that later, but right now,

we need to know if your husband had any enemies,

anyone who'd want to hurt him.

No. Toby was sweet, generous.

He tipped well. People loved him.

That's another thing.

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

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

Annie, stop pacing. Just breathe.

That's it. Have a seat, please.

Just sit down. Continue breathing.

When was the last time you saw Toby?

I was down in Miami with my girlfriends all week.

But the day before last,

I got a call from Lucia, our housekeeper.

Lucia said

Toby never came home from work

the previous night. AUBREY: Was that uncommon?

Toby worked late, sure,

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

And where was it that your husband worked?

Toby was a trader at Horizon Equities.

BOOTH: Great. Okay.

Thank you so much for coming in.

I think we got everything that we need right now.

Uh, and if we have any more questions,

we'll get in touch with you, okay? (clears throat)

You've been such a help. Yeah.

Am I supposed to tip you guys?

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

No tips. No tips.

Horizon is the biggest hedge fund in D.C.

They manage over $4 billion in assets.

When you're dealing with that kind of money,

there's always a motive for murder.

That kind of money can turn anybody into a monster.

That's for sure.

Hold on. Look, before we get into this elevator,

I want to make sure you're okay.

With what? Going to a hedge fund? You hate

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

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

That's what we do, so let's... I read your file,

I know what happened to you. Oh.

Great. Then you know how important

a case like this is to me.

Right.

Toby was the head of my high-frequency

trading fund. Figures you'd have one of those.

What does that mean? It means

he used computer algorithms to front-run the market

and cheat the firm's own clients so you could increase profits.

Isn't that right, Mason?

Not technically front-running.

Nothing illegal in that.

There isn't? Legally, these defenders

of capitalism don't even have to act

in their client's best interests.

(people shouting, cheering)

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

Excellent. Please...

pass this along as an expression of my gratitude.

BOOTH: That was a joke, right? You just tossed him

a lot of money. Nine or ten thousand,

I'd imagine-- but it's actually

quite small considering

he just made me $10 million.

Okay, did Toby lose any of your money recently?

I'll ignore the offensive implication of that question

and answer anyway. Yes.

Toby, uh, hit the wrong key

last week and cost our fund $8 million.

But last year alone,

he made the firm over half a billion dollars.

Me killing him over a few measly million would be bad business,

and I don't do bad business.

Right. Well, I'm gonna need a list

of all the employees who lost money because of Toby's mistake.

Of course. You can start

with the beast in the purple tie, Blair Ellis.

Poor guy's been struggling lately.

He got hit hard because of Toby's mistake.

But Blair's a good person.

The only thing he wants to kill is the market.

(grunting angrily)

BOOTH: So, three days ago, Toby hit the wrong button

on a computer-- a mistake that cost you, what, $500,000?

And that same night, he gets murdered and robbed.

Right, so I'm figuring Toby robs you,

you rob Toby-- it's eye for an eye.

When you're on a team, you don't kill

the quarterback just because he had a bad day.

Sure, you know, I got a little pissed.

But I'm all about the team.

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

Yeah, but Toby wasn't really on the same team,

was he, Blair?

What do you mean? Yeah, what do you mean?

AUBREY: You old-school brokers

hate high-frequency traders like Toby.

You think they're gaming the system,

making a mint and locking you out.

We all have different positions to play.

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

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

Right? As the quarterback for the Spartans, you led them

to a national championship your junior year.

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

Look, I would never hurt

a teammate-- you could ask any of the guys

I played with. Yeah, but that temper

of yours ended up getting you suspended

the following year for, uh, punching out a ref, right?

Yeah. In the heat of the game.

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

Utter crap.

Dr. Wells, what can I do for you?

Seriously?

Oh. Sorry.

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

lab coat. Both brilliant, of course.

Me a little more so.

Here's an example of why-- I just finished

combing through the victim's clothing

for particulates, right?

Well, most of what I found was silica play sand,

zoysia grass and rust.

All stuff you find in a playground.

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

Which means he was killed someplace else.

Are you gonna give me bad or good news next?

Well, I also found traces

of sulfuryl fluoride, also known as Vikane,

Zythor or Master Fume.

Those all sound like names of super villains.

Nope. They are brand names for a structural insecticide.

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

Yep. And sulfuryl fluoride is an extremely deadly gas.

So Toby had been gassed to death. Nope.

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

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

Nope, it's the destination.

Okay, sulfuryl fluoride is highly regulated,

so much so that only one company in all of D.C.

is licensed to use it-- a company

called Insects No More-- so they're sending over

the names of their most recent jobs.

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

Nope.

Okay, if any of the names on that list

are known drug dealers, we may actually be in luck.

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

What, a drug deal gone wrong?

Wouldn't be the first time.

Fortunately, there's another powder

mixed in with the cocaine.

Fortunately?

Sometimes dealers mix cocaine with other drugs

to create their own signature blend.

The DEA tracks

these blends and where they're currently being sold.

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

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

After finding the cocaine,

Cam reexamined Toby's nasal septum

and discovered perforation.

You're telling me he had a hole

in his nose because of the cocaine?

The degree of damage suggests that he'd been using heavily

for a while.

Wall Street and cocaine, right?

Now you can understand my suspicion.

Booth, capitalism requires...

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

Aubrey does, too. Do you know that

his father was a Wall Street guy?

Owned his own investment firm.

Then I would think that he would appreciate

the need for strong financial markets.

His father was arrested for securities fraud

when Aubrey was 13 years old.

All right, he ran a Ponzi scheme--

he bilked clients out of millions.

Oh, so his dad's in jail?

Nope. He skipped bail, hopped on a plane

to, uh, Croatia, and he left a single mom

with a 13-year-old boy completely broke.

That must have been very difficult for him.

Took me years to process the fact

that my parents left me.

Right, but your parents left to keep you safe,

not to save their own skin.

Do you think he can be objective enough

to work on the case?

I don't know.

I finished reconstructing

the victim's skull, and, of course, found

exactly what we were looking for.

Comminuted fracturing.

The damage to the frontal bone

would have resulted in severe cerebral contusions.

Meaning I found cause of death.

Not too bad, huh? You were merely

following the instructions given to you.

So that's how you want to play it?

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

Very, very deep.

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

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

The occasional curse word can serve as a healthy form

of nonviolent retribution.

So you swore to stop yourself from hitting me?

Given your personality,

I'd imagine you're quite used to that.

There appear to be

multiple points of impact on this wound.

WELLS: Meaning the victim was bashed

in the head more than once.

With what appears to be

the corner of a heavy object.

A brick, maybe.

Quite a careless supposition,

since there doesn't seem to be any rough trace in the wound.

(sighs): But you're inexperienced.

Perhaps we'll have a better idea of what struck him

when you separate the peri- and postmortem damage

on the rest of the bones.

Dr. Brennan?

How am I supposed to prove myself

when you keep giving me orders

that interfere with my investigatory methods?

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

So, this is a map showing every job Insects No More has done

in D.C. over the past month.

There's got to be 50 jobs here.

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

But remember the powder you found in the cocaine?

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

A Hungarian oak pollen, to be exact.

SAROYAN: Exact is good.

We'll take exact. So, Hungarian oaks

are only grown in a handful of areas in D.C.

And I'm guessing the area surrounding

the playground isn't one of them.

Not even close.

Check this out.

So, these are the only four

locations the trees exist

in D.C.

Now all we have to do is find

a recently fumigated house near those oaks.

No problem.

So, two weeks ago, Insects No More fumigated...

this house on a Hungarian oak-lined street

in Woodley Park.

Woodley Park?

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

This must have been where he went after work.

A ridiculous house

with a bunch of obnoxious cars in the driveway.

This is either Toby's dealer's place

or one of the other traders.

The trader he worked with,

Derek Kaplan-- his name is on the lease.

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

Wait, so Kaplan was here with Toby the night of his death,

and he didn't bother to mention that when we were in his office?

Sounds like he has something to hide.

(doorbell rings)

(rap music playing inside)

The blow is in the den

and girls are all over.

Come on in, twinsies.

Are you kidding me?

* We on the grind, gotta get that money *

* We tote nine, gotta get that money *

* You know my clique, gotta get that money *

* Pockets thick, gotta get that money *

* We on the grind, gotta get that money *

* We tote nine, gotta get that money *

* We on the grind, gotta get that money *

* We tote nine, gotta get that money *

* You know my clique, gotta get that money *

* Pockets thick, gotta get that money. *

You got to be kidding me.

In the middle of the afternoon?

AUBREY: Well, what's the point

if you can't have a nice lunch now and then?

(slap) I... Right, okay, that's it.

FBI. Break it down.

(laughs)

Let's go. Okay, Snuffy.

Get the bill out of the nose.

Come on, put it down. Come on!

(indistinct police radio chatter)

KAPLAN: We weren't hurting anybody.

I cannot believe you just shut down my party.

Hey, look, before I get into the long list

of illegal activities going on around here, did you not think

that we would know that Toby was here the night he died?

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

All right,

that probably wasn't the right response,

but I'm really, really coked up right now.

I should probably call one of my lawyers. I don't care how many lawyers

you have, it's not gonna help keep you out of jail for murder.

Whoa. I didn't kill Toby.

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

Right, right, with the drugs and the hookers.

Well, I mean, I said it was a party, didn't I?

Techs found traces of blood in the back bedroom.

Looks like somebody tried to clean it up.

(sighs): Oh, man.

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

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

Dr. Brennan already cursed me out;

I'm not leaving until I find something that impresses

the crap out of her tomorrow morning.

Dr. Brennan cursed you out?

She said I was a pain in her ass.

Not a pain in the ass.

A pain in her ass. Specifically, her ass.

Way to go, Dr. Brennan.

So have you found anything? Superficially,

all this damage appears to be the result of some

horrifically dangerous playground equipment.

Except for this--

a perimortem incision to the distal end of the right radius.

Looks like a defensive wound.

Based on the U-shaped kerf floor,

the weapon that was used to cause this wound

was some sort of thin, cylindrical object that came

to a sharp point. Excellent work.

Well, you know that.

Will you tell that to Dr. Brennan?

Good night, Dr. Wells.

So I stitched together all the photos

taken by the FBI techs and

created a virtual crime scene. The room is

full of thick, solid corners; the victim could have smashed

his face on any one of them. Then maybe we'd have

better luck looking for the sharp, spiky weapon

that was used to create the teeny, tiny,

microscopic nick that I discovered.

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

If I remember correctly,

and I always do...

Hey, hey, hey.

What about the candlestick?

Oh, Angela's right; the spike

meant to hold the candle could have been used

to slice the victim's arm.

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

Congratulations, Angela.

I think you just found our murder weapon.

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

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

Same here. So Mason assigned Kaplan

to work with Toby last month,

but Toby dismissed him from the high-frequency trading division.

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

and opportunity. Just got a text from the lab.

They ran the prints from the bloody candlestick.

Oh, so we have enough to bust Kaplan.

No, they're not from him; they're from

one of the hookers at the party-- a McKenzie Solloway.

I'll let you talk to her.

Bring her in, will you?

(knocking)

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

I run a legitimate business

selling linens online.

Linens. Used?

Our agents found Toby Wachlin's phone, wallet and wedding ring

in your apartment.

Okay, look, I know that you were with Toby Wachlin

the night that he was killed.

Toby's a good client.

He ordered some sheets,

I happened to be in the neighborhood,

so I dropped them off.

We found your prints on the candlestick

that was used to beat him to death.

Those were $4,000 sheets.

And Toby didn't have the cash,

so, yeah, I took his stuff as collateral.

He flipped out, he came charging at me,

so I picked up the candlestick, and I swung it at him.

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

I nicked his arm, that's all.

Toby got the message.

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

His phone?

You had the guy's wallet and his wedding ring,

and all he cared about was his phone?

I said he'd get it back,

when I got my money.

He said okay and left, but he never came back,

so I took his stuff.

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

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

So where's Toby planning on getting $4,000

in the middle of the night?

Not my problem.

Actually, it is

your problem, McKenzie.

And it's kind of a big one.

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

Tell me this case is not starting to sound

like a game of "Clue."

And it is a game I plan on winning.

How's it coming over there?

This looks like it's vicuna wool.

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

Check this out.

So then this must be the candlestick

that sliced the victim's arm.

Unfortunately, the base of the candlestick is too thick

to have caused the comminuted fracturing to the frontal bone.

So then this isn't the murder weapon.

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

Okay, look, I like a good underdog story

as much as the next guy, but my money's on Dr. B.

What the hell, Hodgins?

I thought we were, you know, beard buddies.

Sorry, dude, but I've worked with this woman

for over ten years, and I have never,

not once ever, seen anyone better.

And, as for the beards, when I look at you,

I feel like I'm looking in the mirror, and I have a hangover.

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

I'm gonna remember this conversation

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

In the world where scenario exists, I won't need a job,

because I will be a power forward for the Lakers.

Beneath the postmortem damage, there appears to be evidence

of hemorrhagic staining to the cortical bone

on the right side mandible.

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

The bone bruising appears to be circular in shape

and about 25 millimeters in diameter.

So maybe the face of a hammer?

The wound hardly seems severe enough.

I mean, even the light swinging of a hammer would result

in slight depression fracture.

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

I analyzed the blood found in the bedroom

and discovered traces of amylase,

an enzyme found in the salivary glands.

WELLS: Which suggests that

the blood came from a nose bleed

and is not the result of the murder.

So the prostitute was telling the truth.

Toby wasn't killed in the bedroom.

BOOTH: Look, she still could have killed Toby.

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

She won't tell us where she went after.

Probably protecting another client.

Right, or herself. I'll tell you what,

why don't we just ask some of the other girls

who were at the party? You know what?

They're all gonna cooperate.

Please, please tell me it isn't true.

It-It's a joke, right?

I mean, they're messing with me?

They've got to be messing with me.

Slow down, who's messing with you?

The other traders' wives have been talking...

You would know.

Was Toby...

taking drugs

and sleeping with other women?

Oh, my God.

It is true.

How did I not see this? I mean, gone all the time,

and I believed he was working.

I'm so gullible, such a fool.

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

Trust me, you're better off.

Not now. Might as well face it.

Your husband stopped loving you a long time ago.

Aubrey.

He told me he loved me.

Every morning.

If he really loved you,

he would've put your well-being ahead of his own

no matter what, okay?

But he chose to rip a family apart

in order to get rich.

Look, that's enough. Really?

Is it? Yes.

My-my husband might have had problems,

but...

he's dead.

I'm sorry, okay?

I didn't mean...

I'm sorry.

(computer trilling)

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

Except for a good reason.

Well, Toby didn't care

that the hooker took his wedding ring or his wallet.

All he wanted was his phone, right?

Which means there's something important in that phone.

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

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

And it can only be unlocked using

Toby's iris.

Ah, so you need to scan the iris.

I get it.

Well, I'll just inject a little saline,

and have this raisin looking like a grape in no time.

Wow, that is...

possibly the worst and the most wonderful thing

I have ever seen.

Okay.

(phone beeps)

All right, we're in.

So this is an audio file.

BARNES: There's 500K here, Toby.

I need this money in Kevin Rovito's pocket

as soon as possible.

Who's Kevin Rovito?

I don't know.

I'm serious, Toby, I want our computers

right next to their server no matter how much it costs us.

Okay.

He is the chief technical officer

of the CitiCore Stock Exchange.

He recorded his boss planning a bribe.

Every high-frequency trading firm wants their computer

as close to the main server as possible,

because it can shave off nanoseconds of time

that it takes to make a trade. Nanoseconds?

Yeah, and one or two in your favor can make you,

like, tens of millions of dollars.

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

Illegal business.

So, you were right about Toby's boss.

You know one, you know them all.

Right.

Look, what happened back there...

I'm really sorry,

Booth.

It was out of line.

Normally I'm a good agent...

No, you are

a good agent.

So you think you got it out of your system?

I don't know.

Well, we better figure that out

because we just harpooned a big whale,

and I'm gonna need some help reeling him in.

Maybe you should take Dr. Brennan this time.

I've been monopolizing you lately.

Look, you're the one

who said we should be looking at Toby's boss.

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

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

Okay. All right.

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

I'll take Bones.

(sighs)

Sure. Let me call you back.

BOOTH: Mason Barnes, you're under arrest for suspicion

to commit securities fraud. You sure you know

what you're doing, son? I'm a very powerful man.

Not today you're not. Turn around. Let's go.

Booth, these handles Yeah.

match the wound we found on Toby's mandible.

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

This is the murder weapon.

Right. Looks like we'll be adding a murder charge, huh?

Let's go. Come on.

BARNES: There's 500K here, Toby. I need this money

in Kevin Rovito's pocket as soon as possible.

Toby was blackmailing you?

After all I did for that son of a bitch,

all the money I made for him.

He just wanted more and more.

He learned from the master, didn't he?

So what happened? You got sick and tired

of paying him? So what did you do?

You took his head and you just slammed him into the desk?

As much as I'd like to take credit for killing him,

it wasn't me.

Okay, then how do you explain

all the evidence we have on you?

I leave my office door unlocked.

Anybody could have been in there with him.

Pinning this on "anybody," that's not gonna help you.

Good thing you have a lot of money,

because lawyers are very expensive.

Intersecting radiating fracture line tells me

that the victim's skull was smashed into the corner

of the desk a total of... nine times.

Although the extent of these injuries suggests

that Toby was dead following the third or fourth blow.

Sounds like Mason was really pissed off.

I guess I would've been the same. We don't yet have

the evidence to conclude that Mason Barnes is the killer,

Dr. Wells. Which means

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

Oh, you are

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

I believe the phrase

is "like a naval seaman."

I believe it's "like a sailor."

That's what I said.

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

Because that's where the killer would have placed his hands

during the beating.

The cranial sutures

would have provided an easy exit point

for the force of the blows.

But I'm sure you knew that.

Yes. Of course.

Because the pressure would have forced

the sutures to pop, creating...

the jagged edge. And one of the pieces

of the exposed bone could have easily come in contact

with the killer's hands.

Are you looking

for that microscopic nick on the edge

of the sagittal suture?

Damn it.

There's something in the wound.

Something shiny.

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

I guess you just officially

handed me my ass, Dr. Brennan?

Yes. As long as you are here,

I will consider it my obligation

to continue trying to destroy you, Dr. Wells.

I guess I sort of asked for that, huh?

Yes, you did. The Spanish writer

Baltasar Gracián once wrote,

"A wise man gets more use from his enemies

than a fool from his friends."

Don't stop trying, Dr. Wells.

Second best can be good enough

for many people.

MONTENEGRO: Mason claims he was at home with an escort

of his own the night that Toby was killed.

He was kind enough to pass along his smartphone as proof.

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

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

Yeah, I'll do that now.

No, the metadata all lines up.

Looks like he was telling the truth.

He wasn't in the office that night.

Okay, so that particulate that Dr. Brennan found

in the victim's skull, it turned out to be a piece of emerald.

Emerald is fairly easy to scratch.

Coming in contact with a sharp piece of bone

could definitely chip it.

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

According to the Horizon server,

you logged into your computer at 2:00 a.m.

Those files are confidential.

We got a warrant.

Okay, so I was there.

Sometimes I come in early to work the foreign markets.

But I never saw Toby. It was just me.

BOOTH: Let me get this straight. So it was just you

and Toby there, but you never saw him?

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

You caught Toby stealing cash

from your boss, and you smashed his head into the desk.

Wait, so now you're saying I killed the guy

because he was stealing someone else's money?

BOOTH: That's right. Because of your famous temper.

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

It was all about the team, right?

I want a lawyer.

I'm done talking.

There's blood on the stone, Booth.

Look at that. You don't have to say a word,

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

BRENNAN: You chipped your ring while you were assaulting him.

It lodged in his skull.

Y-You don't understand. I didn't...

I didn't mean to kill him.

It-it was an accident.

You smashed Toby's head

into the desk nine times.

I was just trying to teach him a lesson.

I mean, without loyalty, we're nothing.

Right?

* Clone

* Caught hold of your flood lung *

* Harbor your someone

* Prevent me

* Shown

* You swoon in your lace run... *

Booth told me I could find you here.

Dr. Brennan. Just saw the news.

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

And the murderer.

I imagine you would like to be receiving those accolades.

Booth told you what I did, huh?

Yes.

And about your father.

Yeah, that's my problem.

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

I know.

My father was a criminal, too.

I was 15 when I was abandoned.

I-I was angry for years.

How did you...

get over it?

I didn't.

So this isn't a comforting talk.

No.

The pain is always there.

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

That's really not comforting.

Fighting it is the problem.

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

But the pain is part of who we are.

It's like the discovery of the quark.

It upended all of our theories about physics.

There was fury, fighting,

but it was true.

And when it was finally accepted,

it gave us a better understanding of life.

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

That was a really brainy analogy.

Because I'm very brainy.

It's not easy, Aubrey, but...

nothing of value is.

Thanks.

So, I left my wallet at work.

Perhaps you'd like to buy me a beer out of gratitude?

I'd like that very much. I thought so.

(chuckles)

Can we, uh, get another one?

Yeah.

BOOTH: Oh.

There she is. Everything go okay with Aubrey?

He'll be fine, once he realizes

this isn't something he can solve.

Well, you know what,

well, I figured, anyone could talk to him, it'd be you.

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

Did I miss her? Yeah, she's brushing

her teeth; we had, uh, cake for dinner.

I'm kidding. (chuckles)

It was pie.

I gather you're no longer upset with her

for using gateway profanity? You know what,

I'm, uh... I'm cutting her some slack.

The bunny didn't seem to mind.

I'm waiting for those big four-letter words,

and then I'll nail it down.

I'm proud of you, Booth. Thank you.

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

Oh, really? (chuckles) Yeah.

I'm ready for bed.

Aw, I'll put her to bed. Oh, okay.

Good night, sweetheart. Give me a hug.

Good night, jackass.

I beg your pardon?

I said, good night, jackass.

Don't look at me.

You told me not to say anything.

Well, why did you call Mommy a jackass?

Because you said I could.

I told my teacher that, too.

Did you call your teacher a jackass?

Yes. You said I could.

Not your teacher. Why not?

Yeah, why not, Mom?

You're not helping, Booth.

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

Ooh. (buzzing, whirring noises)

(mimics explosion)

Okay, we are gonna sit here

and we are gonna listen to Mom explain to us

why not. Really?

Mm-hmm.

Really? (sighs) Yep. Waiting.

What's that mean?