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(film projector clicking)

ANNOUNCER: The most highly
anticipated film of 1954

had its premiere this week

at the world-famous Grauman's
Chinese Theatre

in the heart of Hollywood.
Bones

features two of Tinseltown's
most beloved stars,

the beautiful and talented
Emily Deschanel

and the leading man's
leading man, David Boreanaz.

They're celebrating their tenth
film together in ten years,

which means a decade
of joy for America.

And here they are
joining other great stars

in the Hollywood galaxy
as they are honored by being

immortalized in cement
for the hours of enjoyment

they've given their fans.

Yes, we couldn't ask
for anything more

than this testament to their
great and enduring talent.

But don't be late.

The movie is about to begin.

Yes, it's showtime!

And Hollywood royalty files in

to see this new
and exciting picture.

Good luck to Emily and David,

even though we know
they don't need it.

(orchestral fanfare playing)

*

*

*

(owl hooting)

*

*

*

(window opening)

(stairs creak)

Miss Braga?

Miss Braga?

(clicks)

(footsteps approaching))

(door closes)

(glass breaks nearby)

(woman screaming)

(whimpering)

Temperance Brennan, LAPD.

Don't look.

Oh.

Miss Braga. Oh, my God!

Poor Miss Braga.
(sobbing)

Miss Braga,
poor Miss Braga.

BRAY:
Come on, Miss Brennan!
Cut a cub

reporter a break. Did Eva
Braga have any enemies here?

Or was it someone who
followed her from Brazil?

It's an ongoing
investigation, Wendell.

You know I can't
tell you anything.

How about a picture?
My camera's been

waiting to capture
a beauty all day.

Huh?
Flattery won't work.

It'll work on me, doll.
He's waiting for you.

And he is not happy.

Hi.

BRENNAN:
Dad, you have
to let me explain.

I'm not your dad now,
Officer Brennan.

I need your weapon.

And I need your badge.
I had to do this on my own.

No one believed that Booth was
even in Los Angeles so I...

You disobeyed

my direct orders.
I almost caught him, Dad.

Chief.

But you didn't.
He got away.

Because you didn't have
the proper backup.

You wouldn't give me any!

Badge and gun.

You know,

I stuck my neck out for you.

Because I'm a woman.
Yes.

But I can't do that anymore.

I could be a
great detective, Dad.

You know that.

You let a murderer escape.

I don't think Booth

killed Eva Braga.

I've studied his M.O. and...

It doesn't matter
what you think.

This is not your case.

Now, if you want to stay
with the department,

there's a stenographer's desk
out there next to Angela.

MAN:
Sorry I'm late, Chief.

This is, uh,
Inspector Aldo Clemens

from Interpol.

He has the lead
on the Braga case.

This is my daughter, Temperance.

Well, she's quite easy
on the eyes, Chief.

You won't have eyes
if you keep talking like that.

Booth did not kill
that woman, Chief.

I've been tracking him
for years, my dear.

So I think I know him
better than you.

And I will be there

when they flip that switch

and fry him
like a breakfast kipper.

The remains
weren't even warm.

The bones weren't displaying...
That'll be all.

Let me examine
the scene, please!

You're making a mistake, Dad.

I'm a good detective.
I'll prove it to you.

I'm sorry, honey,
but you're suspended.

Don't you dare take
one of those desks.

You show them you're
as good as any guy in here.

And you do it
for all of us girls.

BRAY:
Ditto.

BRENNAN:
It's not time
to celebrate yet, Booth.

Please put that away.

How can a man enjoy a martini
with a gun pointing at him?

I'm in no mood to joke.
I'm not joking.

I imagine they took your badge
and gun-- that's the only

reason you're holding
a peashooter like that.

I'm not here to talk about me.

Well, I know you're not here
to arrest me because I never

leave any evidence.
You didn't.

But they're convinced
you killed Eva Braga.

Yeah, I imagine
they are, and you?

It's not your style.

For you, style is everything.

After jewels.

But unfortunately
there weren't any.

They were all gone.

Someone got there before me.

And they took care
of Miss Braga, too.

Which is why I have
a proposition for you.

Please, darling.

You're gonna make me blush.

They're going to find a way
to arrest you for the murder.

They've even brought in
Inspector Clemens

from Interpol.
Clemens?

(laughs)
That Brit drip.

Look, Booth, you know all the
other people in your profession.

Who else was
after Braga's jewels?

You want me to help you
find the real killer

to prove that you
should be a detective.

The way I see it,
it's the only way for you

to prove
you're not a killer.

Hmm.

Do we have a deal?

Why not?

Let's drink to it.

BRENNAN:
Professor Hodgins
is a brilliant paleontologist.

BOOTH:
This is no time to play
with dinosaurs, darling.

Let's skedaddle.
I'm not your darling.

Professor Hodgins.

Professor Hodgins.
Yes?

Who are you and how
did you get in here?
Well, we chose the door.

I'm Temperance Brennan
with the LAPD.

This is Seeley Booth.

I'm sorry, but
I'm working today.

On my T. rex and
my velociraptor.

Beautiful creatures.

71 million years old
from the...

BRENNAN:
Cretaceous period, I know.

From the dromaeosaurid
theropod family.

The professor really can't be
disturbed while he is working.

Wait, Mr. Edison.

You are familiar
with the velociraptor?

BOOTH:
I'm sorry, but you wouldn't
happen to have any gin?

A conversation like this
and a man needs a martini.

I'm quite familiar.

This looks like
V. mongoliensis

from Mongolia.

I am impressed.
BOOTH: Well, so am I.

But I still need that drink.

I've read your research,
and I think you might

be able to help us
catch a murderer.

That is absurd!

The professor
is not a flatfoot.

But I'm sure he'll be
interested in this.

BOOTH: You stole that
from the murder scene.

Yes.
You're full of surprises.

Professor Hodgins has
made amazing discoveries

studying bones to determine
how dinosaurs died--

why shouldn't he
be able to find clues

on Eva Braga's bones

that could lead us
to the killer?

(scoffing):
Please, darling.

I warned you, Booth.

HODGINS:
She's right.

It should be
theoretically possible.

Looking at these, there was
clearly some kind of explosion.

It's similar
to the damage

from the lightning
that struck

our coelurosaurian
theropod.

But the explosion would've
obscured any other evidence.

What else do you think
we can find?

BRENNAN:
Positive identification,

cause of death, evidence
of a struggle, if any,

and anything else that could
point us to a specific killer.

BOOTH: While you're asking
them for the impossible,

why don't you see if they can
send a man to the Moon?

HODGINS:
The young lady's idea

is brilliant, sir.

We should be
able to connect

our research
to your mystery.

But not without more
of the victim's bones.

That shouldn't be a problem.

No?

You're a thief, aren't you?

Let's see how good you are.

A challenge.

Bodies are so much
bulkier than jewels.

And yet you seemed
right at home.

I guess once a thief,
always a thief.

I'll take that
as a compliment.

So, have you
thought of a plan

when they discover
her remains are missing?

They won't.

The coroner needs
a fresh corpse.

That's why Eva Braga's
bones were in storage.

Do you seriously think
a couple of dusty eggheads
can help us find the killer?

I guess you could say that
science is a hobby of mine.

I like to think
that it could

be the key
to solving crimes.

Don't you have faith
in science?

Course I do, darling.

Without science,
we wouldn't have television,

and I'm definitely
getting one of those.

I told you not to
call me darling.

You're used to getting
your way, aren't you?

I wanted to drive,
and that's not working out.

Mm, so perhaps
you could change.

I was thinking
the same about you.

Let's get these remains

over to the professor,
shall we?

I think we're the only
two people who believe Brennan.

That's good
enough for me.

I'm on my lunch break,
so this can't take long.

BRAY: Vaziri is
the best fence in town.

If anyone knows who stole
those jewels, it'll be him.

How come you're only
a cub reporter, big boy?

Injustice, but maybe
we can change that.

Little early in the day
for a martini,

isn't it, Vaziri?

It's almost noon.

Hmm! He's got a point.

Since you're
drinking my booze,

it's only polite to
introduce yourselves.

Wendell Bray,
from the Herald.

Angela Montenegro,
from the LAPD.

Sort of.

Then perhaps another
drink is in order.

Seeley Booth is in town.

Yes, and mixed up in some
nasty business, I've heard.

Framed for Eva Braga's
murder, we're thinking.

And since you fence
jewels for a living...

A bit louder, my dear,
and we can dance to it.

BRAY: The only thing
in Braga's safe

was her body-- no jewels.

MONTENEGRO:
We thought

you might know what
happened to them.
I do.

At least six pieces
of the collection.

She sold them to me when
she arrived in L.A. from Rio,

all legal and aboveboard.
That's a first for you.

I like to try new things.

BRAY:
If she was so rich,

why would she sell her jewels?
A word

of advice, young man--
never try to understand a woman.

MONTENEGRO:
Watch your step,

Vaziri, unless you
want to wear that drink.

Seeley is one of the best
in the business.

He'd never ruin his reputation

by killing anyone,
especially a woman.

Now, if you'd like to throw
a drink in my face for that,

be my guest.

Thanks, Angela.

Angela is trying to lift
the carbons of the files

that are coming in
from Interpol.

She'll try to stop by
after work.

I've never had the law on my
side; you know, it's refreshing.

She and a reporter
from the Herald talked

with Vaziri who said
the jewels weren't stolen.

He bought them.
Well, that puts a new
wrinkle in the pants.

If the jewels weren't stolen,
why was Eva Braga killed?

Jealous lover?

Sore loser in a
pinochle game?

A poorly made omelet?

I'm serious.

I am, too.

There are many reasons
for murder, darling.

Hey, when do I get to drive?

Maybe when you stop
calling me "darling."

Should be a lot nicer
to your partner, you know?

We're not partners.

People working together
toward a common goal,

that's pretty much
the definition of a partner.

So, let's head out over
toward Fountain and Vine.

I have to go home
and wait for Angela.

She's not coming over
till after work.

Come on, do your partner
a solid, will you?

(tires squealing)

Miss Brennan's
theory is brilliant.

If we look at these remains
as if they were dinosaurs,

then we should be able
to determine

what happened
to this poor woman.

But all this tissue.

A hundred million years has
a way of removing it for us.

Ah, yes.

Unfortunately, we don't have
that kind of time.

Must be another way,
there must be...

Beetles.

Beetles?

Dermestid beetles.

They thrive
on carrion.

Yes, here, look.

"Decomposing flesh."

That is brilliant,
Professor.

They will devour
the flesh

and leave us with perfectly
clean bones to examine.

Yes, Mr. Edison,
and if we can determine

that a stegosaurus was killed
by the tail of an allosaurus

150 million years ago, then
we should be able to determine

what happened to this poor woman
yesterday evening.

Professor.

The clavicle.

This damage was not
caused by an explosion.

Interesting.

Yes.

(playing blues music)

Booth, why did you
bring us down here?
For the music, of course.

You like music,
don't you?

I don't believe this.
(laughs)

Sarge!

Booth!

And you've brought
an angel with you.

Temperance Brennan,
this is Sarge.

We're partners.
Temporarily.

Oh, I don't think
it's temporary.

You two are made
for each other.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.
Uh, sorry,

but ever since that mortar
round went off next to me, I...

I can see things.

Hey, PeeWee, what

can we offer our guests?

Beans?

Thanks,
PeeWee.

Booth, we
should go.

Oh, can't refuse
their hospitality now, can we?

Oh, I got a little something
for you, too, here, Sarge.

Sorry it's late.

Much obliged, Corporal.

Booth, what did he do for you?

More than I can say.
Well, I'd like you

to say something.
I'm sure you would,
but for now,

eat your beans
and enjoy the music.

(Sarge plays the blues)

*

HODGINS:
It is certainly easier
to detect anomalies

on new bones than
on fossilized ones.
(chuckles)

Are you thinking about becoming
a detective now, Professor?

Sherlock Hodgins.

Has a nice
ring to it.

What else have you
found, Watson?

Traces of, uh,
diatomaceous earth,

sodium carbonate
and nitroglycerin.

Yes, from the dynamite,

but that couldn't have
been cause of death.

With all due
respect, Professor,

the woman was locked in a safe
with a stick of the stuff.

I don't think
she had time to suffocate.

Nor do I. Look
at the parietal.

The concave
fracturing juxtaposed

with the outward bowing
caused by the explosion.

Blunt force trauma,

like the kind caused by the tail
of an ankylosaurus.

Which could have caused enough
damage to the brain to kill her.

She was killed before she
was put into the safe.

But then, why blow her up?
To obscure evidence.

But theoretically, we should be
able to find tiny particulates

in the bone, which might tell
us the true cause of death.

I find I am quite enjoying
this, Mr. Edison.

BRENNAN:
No one will ever suspect

you're hiding out at my place.

The couch is very comfortable.

Right. So, you never let
anyone in your bedroom before.

Must be cold in there.

Men have been slapped for less.

And more.

You still haven't
told me about Sarge.

(doorbell rings)

The bedroom now.
Oh, miss.

Go!
(giggles):
Oh!

(sighs)

Are you talking
to someone in here?

No. Why?

Oh. Well, this person
who isn't here,

don't make him sleep
on the couch, doll.

Do you have
the carbons?

All the information
collected so far

on Eva Braga.

So, Eva was dating
an American in Brazil.

Some broke playboy named
James Aubrey III.

Aubrey lives here and
recently came back from Rio.

Rumor was,
he stole one of her rings.

I haven't told your father
or the limey yet.

Thanks.
No problem.

So,

Booth is a dreamboat
I'd like to take a sail on.

How about you?
He's a jewel thief.

No one's perfect, doll.

Where is he hiding?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Okay, so, I'll get you
anything else I find.

Good-bye, Booth.

Take good care of her,
or I'll kill you.

Quick. Get dressed.

Aubrey should be
at the Velvet Fox.
You know Aubrey?

Oh, I almost robbed him
once when he had money.
Almost?

Oh, some people deserve
to be robbed, and others don't,

darling.
What did I tell
you, Booth?

That I had to sleep on the
couch, but I'll get over it.

Now change. Quick.
We have to get to the Velvet Fox

before the cops do.

(lively Latin intro playing)

* Cao, cao, cao *

* Maní picao, cao, cao *

* Cao, cao, cao *

* Maní picao, cao, cao *

* What the people want
* Cao, cao *

* Oh, the people say
* Cao, cao... *

* But the people like it
* Cao, cao *

* Oh, the people dance it
* Cao, cao... *

* Quiquiriquí picao *

* Quiquiriquí picao... *

* Quiquiriquí picao *

* Atop the table,
maní picao, cao, cao *

* What do I care?
* Cao, cao *

* I live my life
* Cao, cao... *

* What do you care?
* Cao, cao *

I'm working.

And if you don't want anyone
to know you're a cop,

you're gonna pretend you're
having a good time, darling.

Well, Seeley Booth,

you make these tired eyes
want to see clearly again.

Caroline.

Temperance Brennan.
Temperance, Caroline.

She owns the Fox.
BRENNAN:
We're looking

for James Aubrey.
Oh.

If you're smart, sugar,
you'll stick with Seeley.

BOOTH:
We're here
on business, Caroline.

Well, you don't need an
eagle to spot him, sugar.

He's the one with the spoiled
little rich girl.

Thanks, Caroline. Shall we?
* Quiquiriquí picao *

* Atop the table,
maní picao, cao, cao *

* Give me a light...

Aubrey.

Booth, old sport.
Good to see you.

Yes. Very good.

Champagne?
No, thank you.
We're here about Eva Braga.

Booth, old sport,

tell this lovely woman
that I never kiss and tell.

BOOTH:
Right.

Well, we're gonna make an
exception this time, old sport.

DAISY:
Yes, Jimmy.

Don't mind me,

as long as the
story's good enough.

Eva Braga is dead-- murdered.

Oh.

Yes, this is going to be
a good story.

Eva?
Well, that's dreadful.

Positively dreadful.

Eva was paying your tab
in South America, right?

I don't know what you're
talking about, old sport.

He means...

you need to find women
like me to bankroll you.

It don't make
no never mind to me.

Jimmy's a hoot,

and calling him
"boyfriend"

annoys Daddy to no end.

AUBREY: Okay, so the cupboard's
a bit bare, old sport,

but dead or alive,
how would I get Evie's money?

BRENNAN:
You didn't need her money.

Just her jewels.

And with her out of the way...

AUBREY: I'd never
kill anyone, my dear.

It's them that you
should talk to.

They were on the boat
when Evie came over.

You see, she got bored with me
in Rio, and then I heard

that she took up
with the Cuban

on the boat.
The singer's his wife.

Can't imagine she was
too happy about that.

The fuzz is here.
I figured you'd want to know.

Right. Okay, let's dance.

No, too dangerous.
I'll distract them

so you can talk
to the singer.
You owe me a dance, darling.

If you say anything to the cops,
old sport, you're toast.

DAISY:
Oh, Jimmy,

you have the
best friends.

* Quiquiriquí picao *

* Atop the table,
maní picao, cao, cao *

*

* Eh, maní picao, cao *

* Maní picao, cao... *

(indistinctly):
Hey, can you tell me...

*

* Quiquiriquí picao *

* Quiquiriquí picao... *

* Quiquiriquí picao *

* Atop the table,
maní picao, cao, cao *

* Cao, cao, cao *

* Maní picao, cao, cao *

* Eh, maní pi-- *

Hey. What...?

Who are you?
What are you doing?

* Cao, cao, cao *

* Maní picao, cao, cao... *

Who the heck are you?
Let me go.

When I get some
answers, doll.

Answers?
What kind of answers?

Like who killed Eva Braga,
'cause right now,

it's looking like you.
Yeah, why would I

kill Eva Braga?
Because she was
on the boat

having an affair
with your husband.

What? She and Rodolfo?

(speaking Spanish)

You contemptible Cuban cad.
How could you sleep with her?

Who?
Eva Braga.

(speaking Spanish)

(groans)
I hate you.

(speaking Spanish)

Seeley. The heat's
closing in.

We got to boogie, man.
I'm still trying to get

these chowderheads to talk.
No time.

Your girlfriend's in the car.

Come on. Come on.
All right.

All right, all right.

I'm going to kill you!

(Rodolfo speaking Spanish)

Come over here right now.

You get over here.

(speaking Spanish)

I thought I was
an early bird.

I guess I'm the one who wants
to catch the worm. Coffee?

I think it's time you
answered some questions, Booth.

No "thank you" for the coffee?

Thank you.

(sighs)

Are you protecting Sarge?

Is he who we're
looking for?

(chuckling):
If you think Sarge

is the one who killed Eva,
you are a very bad

judge of character.
I'm suspicious.

It's part of
the job description.

You don't have a job anymore,
remember?

But since you asked...

out of uniform, Sarge
wouldn't hurt a fly.

He's seen enough
killings; so have I.

But you paid him.
I take care of him.

Like he took care of me
at Omaha Beach.

Are you having
second thoughts about me?

Do you really care?

I shouldn't.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

Thanks, Angela.

The inspector and
my father know

I was with you at
the Fox last night.

One of the officers
saw us leaving.

They're sending a team out
to look for us.

I hate to run
before I had my coffee.

Well, then knock it back,
because we've got to scram.

These are Eva Braga's clothes,
taken from her closet.

Should help us to positively
identify this poor woman.

Size-four shoe.
Impossible.

Look at the calcaneus
and the phalanges.

Eva Braga was too large
to fit into these shoes.

Bring me the dress.

The woman only wore
the latest fashions.

If this is her dress,

it should fall
to the middle of her tibia.

Look at the length
of the femur.

She's at least

four inches too tall
for a dress like this.

Eva Braga doesn't
seem to be able

to fit into her own clothes.
Which means

that this is probably
not Eva Braga.

What do you mean,
it's not Eva Braga?

That's what the
professor said.

The woman in the safe was
five-eight-and-a-half.

None of Eva Braga's
clothes fit her.

Wait a second.
Aubrey was seeing Eva Braga

when he was in Brazil.

If I had a sketch
of the dead woman,

maybe Aubrey
could I.D. her.

She must have
some connection to Braga.

Well, the professor can show

what a dinosaur looked like
from the bones.

Angela is an artist.

Perhaps she and the professor

can make a sketch

using the victim's skull.

We have to get to a phone.

Now I know why you
got suspended.

They're all jealous of you.

Aubrey. Hey.

Aubrey!

Seeley, old sport.

Where's your beautiful
police officer?

Listen, I don't have much time.

Pity. I was hoping
we could all get a drink.

They're trying to frame me
for Eva Braga's murder.

Well, that's a frightful
inconvenience.
And it turns out

that the dead woman's
not even Eva.

The murder victim--
you recognize her?

(chuckling):
Seriously, old sport?

You don't know who this is?
I don't think

I'd be asking
if I did, old sport.

Okay, then. While not
the best rendering, this is...

(squishing thud, Aubrey groans)

Aubrey, are you okay?

(screaming)

(people screaming and shouting)

BRENNAN:
Whoever killed that woman

must have killed Aubrey
to keep him from talking.

Makes sense.

You need another scotch?

A double.

He ditched me.

Why would Booth
take off and ditch me?
He must have had

his reasons, sugar.
Or he was
looking out

for his own skin
because the heat was closing in.

Not Seeley.

All any of us really
know about him

is that he's a thief.

That doesn't make me
feel any better.

You know why
that man steals, sugar?

For justice.

To right the wrongs he's seen.

Eva Braga was his last job.

I don't understand.

He saw horrible things
in that war.

D-Day, liberating the camps,
all the friends he lost.

There were people
who made money from that war.

Lots of it.

They'd sell to Hitler
as easy as our side.

It didn't matter to them
as long as they made a profit.

Seeley couldn't let that stand.

So he stole from them?

And gave the money
to his chums

who were having a rough time
since they came home.

He said it was his way
of making things right.

You fell for Robin Hood, sugar.

(chuckles)
I haven't fallen for him.

Then I stand corrected.

But I don't believe you.

Phone call for you,
Miss Brennan.

This is Brennan.

I have discovered
cause of death.

There was still blood in the
fracture on the parietal.

That's a bone
in the head.

Also slivers of
polished wood.

I believe she was pushed
down a flight of stairs.

And the explosion?

The decay of the nitroglycerin
in the trabecular

tells me that the
explosion took place

three hours before the
remains were discovered.

Thank you, Professor.

No. I should be
thanking you.

You have opened up
an entire new branch

of forensic science,
young lady.

I'll talk to you soon.

Good news?

Booth couldn't
have killed her.

He was nowhere near the
house at time of death.

SINGER:
Hey! Hey!

Booth!

Hi. Sorry I left you back
there. Lately, people have

a tendency to die around me.
Let me go, you brute.

BOOTH:
Look at this.

You recognize her?

I don't know.

(speaking Spanish)

You know you're always
too late, don't you?

Yes. I will work on that.

Who is this?

She might have been
with Eva Braga.

I don't know.
The woman

you said you were
fooling around with

on the boat, who
said she was

Eva Braga-- what'd
she look like?

This is awkward, señor.

Answer, Fuentes.

She was...

I'm sorry, mi amorcita.

She was tall, dark, exotic,
with a sultry beaut...

Ay!

Pretty loose with those
adjectives, you louse.

Goodness gracious, Booth,
this is Eva Braga.

What?
The maid.

It was the maid, Booth.

The maid killed Eva Braga.

What? The maid?
Come on!

(speaking Spanish)

BRENNAN:
Aubrey was killed

because he knew
the real Eva Braga.

Because he met her in
Rio, not on the boat.

So it was the maid on the boat?

Yes. And those
were her clothes

they tried on Eva.

That's why they
didn't fit.

She stole Eva's
jewels, took off,

posing as Eva
on the boat.

So then the real Eva found out
her jewels were missing,

figured out the maid took them
and came after her.

The maid kills Eva
to protect her secret

and frames you
because she knows

you'll be coming
after her jewels.

How would she know that?

Because Eva Braga's family

got rich during the war
selling arms

to Hitler on
the black market.

She knew you'd
never let that stand,

not when you have Sarge
and PeeWee

and the others to take care of.

You seem to have me
all figured out.

I'm a detective, remember?

Got it. State Route 34.
See you in 15 minutes.

(grunts)
My God.

What are you doing here? You're
the man they're looking for.

You get away from me. And you.
Save your breath, baby.

We know
you killed Eva.

Me? That's absurd.
And you killed
Aubrey

because he was going
to give you away.

That's why you're leaving.

No, I'm leaving
because I no longer

have an
employer.

What are you doing?

BRENNAN:
The light refracted
off this crystal

will create a prism
which will show

if there are blood traces
anywhere.

Like there on the banister.

A real maid would've cleaned
better, Camille.

You're brilliant.
Of course I am.

Why is everyone
always surprised by that?

You are under
arrest for the...

Both of you. In the closet.

Put the gun on the
floor and slide it

over here, or I'll kill him.

BOOTH:
Don't do it.

I've taken plenty
of bullets in my day.

Move it.

Open the closet
and get in.

Go.

Well...

We should probably
try to escape.

Yes, I imagine
we should.

You, come with me.
What? No.

You can't...
Yeah, I can,
chump,

'cause I'm the one
calling the shots here.

And if you ever want
to see your girl again,

you'll stay put.
Move.

*

CLEMENS: The maid?
BRAY:
That's what Caroline told me.

Told you?

Sure. People talk when
they don't hate you.

You should try
it sometime.

Well, I don't believe you.

Booth has to be the killer.

I believe him.
CLEMENS:
You're just trying

to save your daughter.

His daughter is brilliant,
Jeeves.

I wouldn't have been able
to give this beautiful artist

the victim's
description

without his daughter's
visionary help.

MONTENEGRO:
You really

think I'm beautiful, Doc?

The Golden Ratio

is hard to argue with,
Miss Montenegro.

As is the forensic fact

that the murder occurred
three hours before

Mr. Booth entered
the house.
You actually believe all this?

MAX:
Yes, I do.

So, Inspector,
you're not needed here anymore.

Are you serious?

Very serious.

Now you get out of here,
you bombastic twit.

Now!

This is absurd.

You will be hearing
from Interpol.

So the Braga house is empty.
Where is the maid?
BRAY:
No idea.

No idea where Miss Brennan
or Booth are, either.

Start the plane!
Start the plane.

Get this duffel
out of the trunk.

What are you, deaf?

Sometimes.
I said move it!

We gotta get out of here, now!

Hold your horses,
little lady,

First, there's the
issue of my fee.

Oh, good Lord!
Can't that wait?
'Fraid not.

I've already gassed her up,
changed the oil...

Okay, okay.
...checked
the plugs...

Okay.

Oh...

Now we're talking.

(grunts)

What do you have in here,

a dead body?
Unconscious,

but not dead yet.

We'll dump her over the ocean
to finish her off.

That's gonna be extra.

Time to board!

(grunts)

Go, go, go!

Hurry!

Get this bucket of
bolts moving now!

Go!

Go, go, go!

Get this tub off the ground!
Move it!

*

All this dough I paid you

and you couldn't get me
a door that works?

I didn't know you wanted
the luxury getaway package.

Oh, shut up and help me!

Then who flies the plane?

Oh, no, you don't!

(yells)

You got your seat belt on?

Are you kidding me?!

Better safe than sorry.

Just fly this thing!

(Brennan grunting)

Bad move, chump.

BOOTH:
Thank you, darling.

I mean, Temperance.

Now, we're all gonna
stop fighting.

What's that racket?

What in blazes
is going on back here?

Uh-oh.
Don't stand there,
Lindbergh, do something!

(gunshot)

Booth!

*

Don't even think about it.

My jewels!

(screams)

Ah!
Ah, geez.

Forget the jewels!

Are you kidding?

(screams)

Whoa.

Did she...?

Yeah. Greed has
that effect on people.

But you solved the case,
Detective.

And now we're going to die.

Oh, no, I would never
let that happen.

*

(laughing)
See?

This is why I like to drive.

Oh, now, look at you, huh?
You got what you wanted.

You're a detective now,
with a Medal of Honor, to boot.

You know I couldn't have
done it without you, Booth.

Honey, I just got word
from the department...

and you are going
to head up

the new Office of
Forensic Anthropology.

Thanks, Chief.

Dad.
Ah, come here.

Look at you.
You did it.

Hey, I...
I'll call you Bones now.

Hey... you watch yourself,

or she'll be on you
like a cheap suit.

Right. Well, we wouldn't
want that, now, would we?

How 'bout that picture,
Detective Brennan?

(blues playing)

BOOTH:
Thanks for letting me drive.

Only seems fair.

Wait a second.

Didn't you have to turn that in?
I thought that was evidence.

It fell out of the plane,
remember?

You surprise me.

There's a time for the law

and a time for justice,
darling.

Darling?
Yes.

And tonight belongs
to justice.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

(chuckles)

(resumes playing guitar)

There is one more thing.

Really?

We haven't kissed yet.

That doesn't seem like
justice to me.

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