All language subtitles for Bones S04E10 - The Passenger in the Oven [YIFY]

(indistinct chatter
over headphones)

(light snoring)

(tapping keyboard
repeatedly)

(snoring)

Excuse me.

Just a minute.

(sighs): Ma'am, this woman
is asleep next to me,

and I really
have to get out.

It's just that this book
is so exciting.

Do you like mysteries?

Well, I'm, I'm an FBI agent,

so mysteries
are sort of my thing.

Oh, I'm an aficionado myself.

I'm here with Nadine.

She's plotting
the perfect murder

for years now,
but just for fun.

Right, you can tell me
all about it later.

I've really got to get out.
I've got to go.

Oh, right.

When you've got to go,
you've got to go.

Yeah.

(snoring,
light wheezing)

Oh... sorry.

Hey... how old are you?

Come on,
we're at 36,000 feet.

That's outside
the three-mile limit.

This is American soil
until we touch down in Shanghai.

All right?
So, come on,

hand them over.

Eli, what are you doing now?

You know your mother isn't
feeling well.

Is he bothering you?

No, we were just talking.

That's all.

You can sleep, Dad.

It's all good.

(playful bark)

Huh? What? Booth?
- Wow, look at this.

I don't even get a hot meal,

and you get pajamas
and slippers.

The basic amenities.

The flight is over 13 hours.

Yeah, I know.
I spent

the past eight of them
back there in Gitmo.

(loud groan)

Yes!

You know, you aren't
allowed up here.

What? We're a...
we're a team.

Okay? This is, uh,
government business.

You shouldn't have paid for
your own ticket, you know.

(vibrating)
Ooh, a massager.

Buzz, buzz.

(Booth buzzing)

Sir, you need
to return to coach.

(buzzing)

BOOTH:
See, we're, um,

we're partners;
we like being together.

Your sexual relationship's
not relevant, sir.

This is first class.

Why does everyone else think
have a sexual relationship?

I mean, we barely ever
even touch each other.

Oh, I got it.

All right, here we go.

FBI Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

This here's my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan, and, uh,

she is actually
going to China.

We're going to China,
and she's going to help

the Chinese government
help identify some real, old

Chinese dude.
- Bones were found in a Wuhan cave,

over 40,000 years old.

BOOTH:
According to Title 18, section 1831,

I must protect the proprietary
American technology

Dr. Brennan
will be using.

So it is my patriotic duty
to be right next to her--

here--
like a bodyguard.

This trip is

taking me back
to my real passion:

prehistoric anthropological
discoveries.

(seat vibrating) Fascinating.
- Sir...

You have to go back
to your seat.

Sorry.

(vibrating stops)

Right now.
- Right.

Bones.

Bones-- what do you mean
your "real passion"?

I thought us working together
was your real passion.

You two can take up this
fight again after we land.

(sighs):
All right.

Watch your head.
- Ow!

(weak laugh)
You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Kicking me back
to the cattle class.

You know,
that's not right.

PURSER:
Enjoy your flight, sir.

So, the cat's away
and it's TGIF, huh?

I'm right here.

I'm the cat.

Well, in this case, I think
Dr. Brennan is the cat.

I'm the cat
who's giving

the mice the rest of the day off.
- Hey, so,

Daisy and I were wondering
if anyone would like to join us

for a little competitive
karaoke this evening. Huh?

Some pre-weekend fun?

Huh? I'm singing
"Lime in the Coconut."

Sorry, I'm going to be biking
the Virginia Creeper Trail.

Roxie and I are going to an
artists' retreat in Pond View.

And I'm driving
Angela to the train station.

You are?
- Yes, I am.

Oh.
Ready to go, Angie?

Hey!

Yeah, I'm all set.
I haven't been

to one of these retreats
since we were in school.

Well, I'll see
you all on Monday.

Have a good weekend.

What do you think?

SWEETS:
What do you think?

Oh, don't,
don't do that whole

answer a question with
a question thing.

Why does whatever's going on

between Roxie and Angela
matter to you?

Because Angela and I
were engaged,

and now she's with a woman.

It matters because...

What? It just matters.

Well, don't you feel
that both of you

are entitled
to your own private lives?

Stop asking me questions.

Do you feel threatened?

Okay, that's it.
I'm out of here.

I...

You know, a little karaoke
might help you unwind.

Especially when I'm singing.

I've got a beautiful tenor.

Excuse me.

You should have
your prostate checked.

(quietly):
Oh, this damn thing.

(whispers):
Bones?

Bones?

Huh?

You're going to get
in trouble.

She's downstairs.
You didn't answer me before.

Are you tired
of working with me?

No, it's not that.

But the identification and
analysis of ancient remains--

that's why I became
a forensic anthropologist.

You're bored.
(grunts)

The spark is gone.

I'm a scientist first.

Right.

Yeah.

"Scientist first,"
I... I-I get it.

I understand.

Whew.

Hey.
- Yeah?

If you get
caught up here,

does that make me
an accessory?

An accessory to an upgrade.

(whistles)

Ho-ho, yeah!

Oh, my God,
that is heaven.

(chair vibrating)

(woman screaming)

Bones, down there.

(screaming continues)

Oh, my God.

That's a, uh...
that's a body, right?

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BOOTH:
Can you account

for all your people,
Captain Blake?

Me and the copilot, yeah.

Cabin crew, you'd have
to ask Miss McNutt.

She isn't speaking.
- Bones, not everyone

brushes off these
horrible experiences.

Okay, let me--
let me try this, okay?

What's your name?

What's your first name?

Katherine. Kate.

Kate. Okay, Kate,
what you saw down there

you don't ever
have to see again.

Are you missing
any people?

I can still
smell...

It's very much like roast pork.

Bones.

Just want
you to relax.

Have a little water.
We might need your help.

Need her help? For what?

We fly to China and call the cops.
- No, no, no.

You're going to have
to turn this puppy around.

We're going to head back home.

No can do.

We passed the point of no return
fuel-wise 23 minutes ago.

The polar route
takes us over Greenland.

Can we land there to refuel?

Not with the weather
they're having.

I'm sorry, but our next stop
is Shanghai, China.

Don't worry.
They have cops there.

Lots of them.

Until these wheels touch down,

this plane
is sovereign U.S. territory.

Look, FBI guy,
you do whatever you want

as long as it doesn't
endanger this flight.

But, in four hours, we're
on sovereign Chinese territory.

Excuse me.

Before you become
completely catatonic...

can you tell me how
to access the Internet?

I need to
contact my people.

Bones, you don't have to shout.

She's in shock,
not deaf.

What? What? Are you kidding?

Because
the message I got,

that could not be correct.

I'd rather brief everyone
at once.

What's going on?

Is that what you
really look like?

Cam said an emergency.
I didn't have time to...

I think maybe
your message was garbled.

I'd rather brief
everyone at once.

There was a murder
on Brennan's plane to China?

Good. We're all here.

What are you? Like, 16?

I love these shorts.

A body was found
roasted beyond recognition

in a large
convection microwave oven

on Booth and Brennan's
flight to China.

Maybe you should...

Yeah, I'm gonna. Okay.

Call me when you
catch the bad guy.

And I'm here because...?

You are on my speed dial.

Okay.
- Okay.

Uh, Dr. Saroyan?

Two people, they, uh...
they go away together,

and they pack one bag.

That... that means
something, right?

You mean Angela
and Roxie.

Well...

Yeah, it means
something.

Excuse me.

What's going on?

Listen.
Would you happen

to have a measuring tape
and tweezers?

(gasps)
There's been a murder!

Nadine. Nadine.
- Shh! No!

They need tweezers
for an autopsy.

Code Red! Code Red!
- No.

Shh! No Code Red.

Don't wake Nadine up.

I will explain everything
to you lat,

I promise, Charlotte.

I just need these things.

Do you have them?

I didn't hear a gunshot,
so it must have been a knifing.

I saw
Dr. Temperance Brennan,

the mystery writer,
in first class.

I bet she's doing
the autopsy.

Listen, I was awake
the whole time,

and anyone who went that way,

they came back again.

So if the victim
is a passenger,

he or she is in first class.

Probably she, because most
murder victims are women.

Wow, you really are into murder,
aren't you?

Thanks.

Wait.

Dr. Brennan
will need this.

What's that for?

It's a probe.

This is the best flight

I've ever been on.

(chuckles)

MONTENEGRO (on computer):
Okay, sweetie,

we've got a solid link here,
audiovisual,

so you should be able to beam us
all the digital photographs.

Okay, we've isolated
the crime scene, and we'll try

to compromise the forensics
as little as possible.

Look what I got.

Oh, a probe!

That's great.
I didn't think of that.

Yeah, lucky I did.

Hey, Booth.

Good flight so far?

Yeah.
I'm having trouble sleeping.

Looks like you managed to get
the remains out of the oven.

Yeah, they're, uh,
they're kind of, uh...

Well, they-they-they've fallen
apart a little bit there.

Hey, Bones,

did you knock the phone
off this cradle?

No.

I've informed the FAA,
the NTSB and the Chinese

that we have a dead body
on board.

Yeah, who has access to
the galley down there?

All of us.
MING: It's kind of our getaway place.

To chill out
from passengers.

Who's the last person
who made a call

from the satellite phone
down there?

I can get you the number called.

I-It was me.

BOOTH:
You?

Uh, what are you,
a spy or a smuggler?

No. She's in love,
Agent Booth.

And her boyfriend
works for this airline

at the Shanghai Airport.

It's against the rules.

So is having sex with passengers
in the bathroom.

BLAKE:
Okay, I think

we're all under
a lot of stress here.

I used the phone
right after dinner.

There was no dead body
cooking in the microwave.

Tell you what, why don't
you two go do a seat count?

Tell me what passengers
are missing, okay?

A macro photo of
the victim's follicle

suggests brown hair,
maybe red.

I estimate her height
to be 157 centimeters.

MONTENEGRO:
Ooh.

Hodgins has that meerkat look
on his face.

HODGINS:
What's going on with her fingernails?

Are you referring to the spots
around the phalanges?

SAROYAN: What would cause
those kinds of burns?

False fingernails.

ABS plastic and ethyl
cyanoacrylate glue.

Like torches.

So a petite,
brown- or red-haired woman

with fake nails.

(sighs softly)

BOOTH:
Five-foot-two, three,

small, brown, uh, red hair,
fake nails.

Fake nails.

Seat 3-B, Elizabeth Jones.

3-B.

3-B. 3-B.

Buddy.

Buddy. Buddy.
Wake up.

Excuse me. I'm sorry
to bother you.

But do you remember the person

who was sitting right here
next to you?

No.

I took a sleeping pill.

Are we in China?

BOOTH:
Wait a second,

you spend seven grand

on a flight and you sleep

through the whole thing?

You don't even eat first?

Excuse me, Agent Booth.

Yeah.

I'm Arthur Bilbrey.

My wife Ann is very ill.

I'd appreciate it if she could
get some rest before we landed.

I'll be fine. Relax.

You better be
really quiet, or...

I'll take you
down, FBI!

ARTHUR:
Eli.

Please. This is my son, Eli.
(laughing)

(groans)

I got your back, Mom.

CAROLINE:
You got a name?

BOOTH: Yeah, Elizabeth Jones.
Seat 3-B, first class.

The sooner you can get us

(echoing):
a background... check,

uh, the better
for us.

(phone beeps off)

Well, now, that's just strange.

Um, let me, uh,

let make a call and
get back to you.

Angela and Hodgins
noticed a shadow

on the exposed part
of the sternum.

Yes, I saw that. I...

There is something here,
but I-I, I can't identify it.

Angela suggested that you take
as many photos as possible

at your highest resolution.

All right.

It's not bone.

It's inorganic.

This quick enough for you?

Your victim is
Elizabeth Joy Jones.

She's a travel writer for
D.C. Voyager magazine.

Well, you got to get
over to that magazine.

Why?

They might know why
she got murdered.

You got this
backwards, cherie.

I am not an investigator.

Neither am I, and here I am

taking apart
another murder victim.

BOOTH:
Look, just go talk to the boss,

the secretary, pretend
they're on the stand.

Take Sweets
with you.

If you want me to do this,

you have to make a good case.

Want you to do what?

If you want me to take on
the Chinese government,

the State Department, the FAA

and the NTSB,
and for all I know, the U.N.,

you make me
a damn fine solid case.

(groans):
Oh.

Bones, can you
turn her around

so she's not
looking at us?

She's deceased, Booth.

She can't see.

(groans):
Oh, man.

I am definitely not a Squint.
Whoa.

Well, I've always
known that.

You have no training in
e field of forensic science.

Really don't
want any.

Okay, to make an arrest,
we need time and cause of death,

as well as something...

that can ID the killer.

What do you need?

Magnifying lens.

Okay.

Right.

Sorry.

Look, I, uh, I need
a magnifying glass.

I thought you might have one,
you know, for the fine print.

My eyes are perfect.

(whispers):
Is the magnifying glass

for examining
the victim's corpse?

(Nadine snoring lightly)

You don't think that, uh,
Nadine would mind if I, uh...

She'd be thrilled,
if she were awake.

She sleeps like a log.

(sighs)

Now, what equipment
would Dr. Brennan

normally use in this situation?

I don't know.
I'm more of a people person.

(whispers):
Oh.

(beep)

(typing)

I'm using interpolation software
with a blending edge algorithm.

Kind of like what I'd do
if I were restoring a painting.

So did Roxie go to
the retreat without you?

Uh, no.

We're gonna do
something here.

(typing)

Right.

Don't say it like that.

Like what?

I know.

Sorry.
What do you think?

Candle wax?
- Well, judging by

the burn characteristics,
some kind of thermoplastic.

But what is that?

Like something reflective.
MONTENEGRO: Yeah.

I'll get the
computer to find

all the pixels
that are within

a couple shades on
the color wheel.

Cool. And just zap it
to my computer.

Yeah.

Bones...

All right.

What I want you to do
is take off your glasses,

shake out your
hair and say,

"Mr. Booth, do you know
what the penalty is

for an overdue book?"

Why?

Never mind.

This notch mark
here on the occipital

is what knocked her
unconscious.

The hairline fractures weakened
the integrity of the cranium

and caused it
to burst when heated.

So she was hit.

With what?

I'll have to take an impression

to find out.
- How?

I need denture cream.

And, uh...

baby powder.
Baby powder.

And a butane lighter,
please.

Is that it?

Uh, I think so.

Yes.

Sorry, dear, but these
are my real choppers.

And Nadine's are real, too.

Is Dr. Brennan making
a cast of an injury?

That's what she'd
do in her books.

BOOTH:
Hit the lights.

(chime dings)

MING:
Ladies and gentleman,

sorry to disturb you,
but Agent Booth of the FBI

would like to address you.

Attention, everyone, I need to
requisition some denture cream,

baby powder
and a butane lighter.

Lighters are strictly forbidden
on the aircraft.

(whispers):
So is murder.

Denture cream?

MAN:
Here, sonny.

There you go.

Okay, how about some, uh,

baby powder, face powder?

Anybody have any baby powder,
face powder?

There.
MAN: Anybody have any baby powder?

Great. Okay.

How about a lighter?
Butane lighter.

Come on,
no one has a lighter?

(whispers):
Whoa.

I confiscated it.

Obviously.

BRENNAN:
This is good.

The powder contains

hydrated silica
and calcium carbonate.

Come on, isn't this
a lot more fun

than the Wuhan cave and the
40,000-year-old skeletons?

Is this gonna work?

Should.

This should...
- Oh, you're- you're just,

you're filling me up with
confidence right now.

(sighs)

Whoa.

There.

Now all we need
to do

is find the item that matches
this and we have our weapon.

Right.

That's all, huh?

Well, at least we know
it's on the airplane.

Any luck with cause of death?

Yeah, someone knocked
her on the head

and it exploded
on the cranium thing.

We're looking at the margins
of the burned flesh

around the rectus abdominis.

I just like the occlusive
nature of tissue.

Well, just think of it
as bone wrapping.

From the photos,
it looks as if

there's a pinkish
coloration, is that correct?

"Pinkish" is
a subjective term

and I'm not comfortable
applying a subjective evaluation

to evidence that's not even...

It's pinkish
and gross... ish.

Okay, that indicates

presence of blood flow
at the time she was cooked.

She was still alive
in the microwave?

How long was
she in there?

Since the oven temp was set
at maximum,

and she was
approximately 110 pounds.

Can you describe
the breast tissue?

I'm not sure how to qualify
what I see in descriptive terms.

If she was a turkey,
she would be

dry and overdone.

Okay, that means she had
to be cooking

for about six-and-a-half hours.

Giving us time of death. Huh.

SAROYAN: If I were you,
I'd get some tissue samples.

Sometimes flesh
can be quite informative.

(crackles)

Ha!

Bones...

I think
we got a match.

BRENNAN: Someone slammed
her head against the latch.

And shoved her in the oven
and cooked her.

Ugh! Sick.

Are you sure it was Elizabeth?

Of course, they'll
have to do

a DNA or dental match
when they land,

but they're pretty
sure, yes.

Man, I can't believe
she's gone.

Elizabeth was one
of the best

travel writers
in the country.

How would you characterize
her relationships with others?

Uh, warm,

friendly, outgoing--
not an enemy in the world.

Jump in any time, Dr. Sweets.

No, no, I'm cool.

Well, as long as you're cool.

Was Miss Jones on assignment?

No, no, this was
a pleasure trip.

She had just finished a piece
for us on airline safety.

Ironic.

It was an expose on pilots
that have hid

drunk driving convictions
from their employers.

Bones, what is that?

Oh, tissue samples.

Oh, no, don't...
don't let people see that.

I need vodka.

Yeah, well, I do, too, Bones,
but you know what?

We're working.

No, to preserve
the tissue samples.

All they got left is bourbon
and scotch.

Hold on.

Come on.

What?

Okay, hand it over.

Hand the vodka over.
Come on.

Thought so.

Look, obviously,
your mom is sick

and you love her,

and it's probably why
you're acting badly,

but what you gotta do
is you gotta think--

really think--
how to help her.

She's gonna die, okay?

What am I supposed
to do about that?

(phone beeps)

Make her proud of you.

Yeah?

JULIAN: I just got a copy of
Elizabeth Jones' next article.

It's about pilots
with DUI convictions.

All right, is there a link
to anything on this flight?

I have a search team looking
for her research,

but I do know the airline
you're on is singled out

as the worst offender.

And the pilot
on your plane there?

He's got a past.

He's in the article.

Thanks, Caroline.

You do realize that

by sending my copilot out,

you broke about 40 laws,
legal-wise.

Yeah, well, I thought
we might have a-- whoa!--

a private man-to-man
conversation.

about Elizabeth Jones.

The name does not ring a bell.

So is this how you slow
this plane down?

Please,
don't touch that.

Don't touch anything.

Elizabeth Jones was
a journalist.

I do not know her.

She knows you.

She wrote an article
about alcohol and pilots.

And what's that got
to do with me?

2002 DUI,

you never reported
that to the FAA.

You know, that is a

$250,000 fine
and five years in jail.

That DUI charge, it was the day
of my dad's funeral.

I know it's not stylish,
but I happen to love my old man.

Well, it's still a motive,
legalwise.

I did not kill her.

I didn't even know
she existed.

I need you
to slow this plane down.

Why?

Well, to give us time
to find out who did,

unless it was you

and in that case,
time,

it doesn't matter.

I can report electrical issues,
maybe give you an extra hour.

All right, I'll take that

as a sign
of cooperation, Captain.

(sighs) It's a beautiful view.
Look at that.

How long do I have to stay here?

I was interested

in some of the things
you were saying earlier.

Hey, I answered every question
e scary woman asked me.

Yeah, well, the thing is,
she's a lawyer,

so she's very direct.
Scary.

She has a knack for putting
people into federal prison.

I believe she
likes to do it.

I have a more
psychological mojo.

You don't look like
you have a mojo.

I'm interested in what you know

about Elizabeth Jones'
personal life.

(scoffs)

I did not have sex
with that woman.

But you wanted to.

Yeah, but I didn't.

Was she the type
to have affairs?

Yes.

Have you got a name?

I could go get Ms. Julian
again, if you you're

more comfortable
with her.

Artie.
All I know is "Artie."

Artie, okay.

Well, let's talk about
Elizabeth and Artie.

Now, how resentful were you

that Elizabeth slept with him
and not with you?

Well, he's married,
I'm not, so, yeah,

maybe I'm a little resentful.

It's a Band-Aid.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

I was totally flummoxed.

So the clean part here
must be where it overlapped,

and the darker part must be
where it came

in contact with the skin.

I'm not an expert,

but I'm pretty sure even you
can't get a DNA result

from a digital photograph.

No, but what about
a finger size?

Oh, wow. Right.

That's kind of brilliant.

82 millimeters
in circumference.

All right, well...

(device beeps)

Mine's 62, so it's
a pretty big guy.

Or overweight.

Look at the perforations,

vertical stretching
along the pad.

I see it, but I have no idea
what it means.

It was locked
in a bent position.

Oh, that would explain
the creases.

So if I highlight the parts
where the adhesive wore off,

it was bent more
than 90 degrees.

I really love...

working with you.

Me, too.

We're really good
together...

...at these things.

Yeah.

Gotta ask you
something, Angela.

Yeah, I got that
from the fast double-back.

This thing
with Roxie...

It's real, yeah.

No, I get that.
I see that.

Is that what got between us?

I'd love to say
yes to that,

because I think it would make
you feel better.

But you can fall in love
with a man?

I'm sorry, but... yes.

BRENNAN:
Ange?

Sweetie, God, (chuckles)
totally forgot you were there.

I guess you heard
everything, huh?

Yes, it was fascinating.

Well, what do you think?

Well, the only joint
that will bend over 90 degrees

is between the proximal
and intermediate phalanges.

Right. Finger stuff.

We're looking for a large
person, probably male,

with inflammatory flexor
tenosynovitis.

That's great, sweetie,

but what about the rest
of the conversation?

Oh, I'm sorry, Ange,
I wasn't paying attention.

I need to go find a passenger
with trigger finger.

Thanks for the talk.

(P.A. chimes)

BRENNAN (over P.A.): Excuse me,
if I could have your attention, please.

My name is
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

The writer?
BRENNAN: Yes.

What we need to do now
is find a passenger

with a laceration

on their locked proximal

interphalangeal joint,

so if everyone can look
at their neighbor's

proximal interpha...

I tell you what, who would
like a free signed copy

of Dr. Brennan's new book?

Raise your hands.

Look at that, huh?

Oh, I see what you're doing.

All right, so keep your
hands up nice and high

so Dr. Brennan can count
the number of books we need.

Hey, does anyone have a...
a question for Dr. Brennan?

Are you working on anything
right now, Dr. Brennan?

Yes.
Keep your hands up.

What is that delicio smell?

Roast pork.

Oh, no, that delicious smell

is the difference between
first class and coach.

How we doing there, Bones?

Booth...?

BOOTH:
Hold that.

Over here.

Uh, hi.

Hi. Booth?
- Yeah.

What's your name?

Just sign it
to "Awesome Nick Devito."

What is the big deal?

I just got
a little trigger finger.

I injured my tendon.

You like shooting a lot?

Yeah, I love shooting.

Doesn't mean I'm not a reader.

Okay, tell you what,
come with us? Come on.

I don't know anybody named
Elizabeth Jones, no.

(phone beeps)
Hey, Sweets,

are you still with Elizabeth
Jones' editor?

Yes, and I have...

Okay, ask him
if he knows someone

by the name of Nick Devito.

Is this like a question
to get my free book?

Where's your Band-Aid?

Do you know Nick Devito?

It must've come off
while I was asleep.

I twitch. I'm twitchy.

I had lunch once
with Danny Devito.

He says no.
I have information.

Elizabeth Jones was having
an affair

with a man known
only as "Artie."

The relationship's been going on
for over a year,

but it went bad
in the last month or so.

He's married.
His wife is sick

and his kid is a pain
in the ass.

You know what, Sweets?
You're the man of the hour.

I owe you a beer
and a rye chaser, my friend.

That sounds
like it would make me sick.

(phone beeps)
You can go back to your seat.

Why?

Well, we have
a much better suspect.

I think you know
why I'm here.

Look, I'm sorry about my son--
he's a teenager.

His mother's very ill.

It's not about your son, Artie.

It's about
Elizabeth Jones.

My wife doesn't
know about E.J.

I would like to
keep it that way.

Did Elizabeth Jones
ask you to leave your wife?

From the very beginning,
I told Elizabeth that would never happen.

You see the shape
that Ann's in?

My first priority
right now is to be

a good husband
and a good father.

By dragging a dying
woman to China?

No, to stand on the
Great Wall of China

has been Ann's dream since
she was a little girl.

Our last chance to do something
amazing as a family together.

So Elizabeth Jones
followed you?

Obviously.
- Mm.

And you killed her.

Of course not.
MAN: Excuse me.

I am a lawyer.

Mm. Your wife didn't
know about her?

She knows that
there was someone.

Did you talk to Elizabeth?

Yes. I begged her
to leave us alone.

Ann was asleep.

As I said, Agent Booth,

I'm an attorney.

You have no evidence
and very little time

before we land in Shanghai.

If you want to find
out who killed E.J.,

I suggest you not waste
any mo time on me.

(sighs)

I enhanced the
photographs of the sternum.

Light was reflected
off of this area here.

Skin wouldn't do that.

There were tiny metal shards
embedded in the bone.

And silicon melted
into it as well.

Fake boobs?
How does that help?

Silicon, not silicone.

It was a chip
of some kind--

a SIM card from a phone,
memory chip from a camera.

But we need to see it
to make a positive I.D.

How did it go
with Bilbrey?

He's an attorney-- he's not
saying much of anything.

And the gun nut, Devito?

Most likely,
his Band-Aid was stuck

to the wheel of a food cart.

Find me
the smoking gun, cherie,

or that killer disappears into
billion people when you land.

1.29 billion.
Approximately.

Are you pressuring us?

Have a lovely flight.

CAPTAIN BLAKE:
I was just contacted

by Shanghai International.

They've arrested a man
named Felix Clossen,

a Dutch national who
works for the airline.

He was passing
stolen credit card numbers.

BOOTH:
That's fascinating, but we're

more interested in solving a
murder investigation right now.

All the credit card numbers were
from passengers on this plane.

And Clossen is our
flight attendant's boyfriend.

Ming.

BRENNAN:
Your call Clossen

was made within minutes

of the victim being placed in the oven.
- Minutes.

I got the credit card numbers
off the computer

and called them in
to my boyfriend.

And Elizabeth Jones caught you?
- Yes.

I mean, no.

Well, which one is it?

I didn't know
who it was.

I heard them coming
and figured it was Kate,

so I hid in
the aeronautics compartment.

I couldn't hear because of the
engine noise in the compartment.

All I could see was their feet.

Well, male or female?

Uh, what kind shoes?

They were wearing slippers,
the ones we give out

in first class.

They're all the same.

They walked by me,
and I ran upstairs.

I didn't kill anyone.

Whoever killed her has to have

traces of blood
on their slippers.

That could cause the gun
to smoke for Caroline.

Look, Bones, you're
gonna need an ALS light.

Not even those dotty
old mystery buffs

carry that in
their giant purses.

We can make one.
How are you gonna make one?

BLAKE: I hope you can do it fa--st
we're gonna be landing very soon.

No, no-- you're not
landing this plane

until I tell you you
land this plane, okay?

Remember, you're
still a suspect.

It's not about me or you--

we're going to run out
of fuel in 20 minutes.

Okay, Booth,
we need the blue lamp

out of the overhead projector.

Do you,
by any chance,

have any yellow-tinted
shooting glasses?

Sure. What do you need--
daylight, artificial light

or, uh, moonlight?

Let's see.

These will do.

Thanks.

CHARLOTTE:
This is brilliant-- they're making

an ALS emitter.

What's that for?

To find blood.

Ready?
- Got 'em.

Hit the lights.

BOOTH:
Oh.

Easy, Bones.
Do you see anything?

No.

No. Nothing.

What about over here?

Right there.

BRENNAN:
Mm-mm, nothing.

BOOTH (heavy sigh):
Oh, geez.

Booth.
- Yeah?

Over there.
- You got something?

Yes, there.
Are you sure?

Yes, Booth.

Turn the lights on.

(chime dings)

What is going on, please?

Your son killed
Elizabeth Jones.

Hey, how long till we land?
We're on our final descent.

Eli? That's impossible.

Oh, why?
You can't think of a motive,

like maybe
he loves his mother? Huh?

He wants to keep
his family together?

You probably just think
he's some dumb-ass kid.

CAROLINE:
I beg your pardon?

Hey, listen, Caroline,
I'm ready to make an arrest.

You're more than sure, right,
cherie, you're damn sure?

Well, it's circumstantial,
but it's compelling.

So, do you have
a warrant to sign?

Yes. Well, sign it so
I can make the arrest.

Just a minute, please.

That's the lawyer, right?

You can always
tell a damn lawyer.

I represent my son,
who is also a minor,

incidentally.
- Minor?

A minor murderer.

PURSER MCNUTT: Ladies and gentlemen,
we are making

our final descent into Shanghai
International Airport.

Please return your seats
to the upright position

and turn off all
electronic devices.

Booth, you're cutting it
pretty close there.

Yeah, I know.
What's going on?

We know you killed
Elizabeth Jones.

Probably why you wanted
to get so drunk,

huh, Eli?
- Don't say a word, Eli, not a word.

You're making this arrest
on the strength of blood stains

on the bottom of a slipper
that could belong to anyone

in first class.
Booth?

Okay, motive:
the father was cheating

on the dying wife with the victim.
- Arthur...

You thought the family was safe
by getting away from the woman.

BRENNAN:
Booth, we're really

close to the ground.

She shows up on the plane
in first class.

ARTHUR:
Not a word, Eli.

BRENNAN:
Booth, I can see people.

We have less
than 30 seconds.

Booth!
- Caroline, you gotta trust me on this.

Make the case, Agent Booth--

something more than motive.

Bones...

Booth?
- Yeah?

If this missing video game

turns out to be
the computer chip

embedded in the
victim's sternum...

Where'd you lose
the cartridge, Eli?

We got forensic corroboration.
ARTHUR: "If"! She said "if"!

The moment this plane
Sign it!

touches down,
I lose jurisdiction.

This better be a good...
- Sign the warrant.

Please.

Okay, make the arrest.

Eli Bilbrey,
I am placing you under arrest

for the murder
of Elizabeth Jones.

Anything you say can

and will be used
against you

in a court of law, because this

is the United States of America.

(tires screeching)

Oh!

(passengers applauding,
cheering)

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.

(applause continues)
Thank you. Thank you.

Bones, the applause
is for the landing.

Oh. Yes.

I always wondered
why people did that.

# ...no how, no man #

# Should treat you
like he do #

# Come on, right now... #

Did you catch the murderer?

Yep.

That's great.

(sighs)
It's not great?

He was 16.

Oh.

Dying mom, cheating father.

He just wanted to make it stop.

I'm sorry.

That counts as a crappy day.

You should probably just go home
and draw a bath.

I want you to come
with me and stay.

Of course I'll stay.

I mean, I-I want you to...

move in with me.

That isn't just because
you've had a bad day, right?

Because...
- No. It isn't.

You've never done that before,

asked someone
to move in with you?

No.

You've... lived with people
at their place.

With my bag packed
by the front door, yeah.

(laughs)

Why aren't
you saying anything?

Right.

Because you're gonna say no.

Yeah, I am.

I'm saying, "No, thanks."

Why?

It's too soon.
You aren't ready.

I'm not ready either.

Let's just see how
things unfold, okay?

(laughs):
Okay.

What?

I'm always the one to say that.

# Godspeed to you #

# Keep the lighthouse in sight #

# Godspeed to you. #

Look what I found, huh?

There's that smile.

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

We don't even get
to get off the plane?

No. They're refueling
and finding us another pilot,

and... (whooshing)

go back home.

What about
his parents?

They gotta fly back
on their own dime.

Eli is in Federal custody now.

You want to get off the plane

to see those old
Chinese bones.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.
- Yeah, it is.

'Cause I'm the one who dragged
you out of pure science and...

pulled you into murder-solving.

That's not how I remember it.

Really?

Yes.

Well, as I recall,

I had to force you
to take me into the field.

Really?

Yes. You didn't want to,
remember?

This is all my fault.

(sighs):
Hey...

are you two gonna make out?

Hey, quiet-- you lost
your right to talk.

(whispers): Why do people always
think we're gonna make out?

I say we let him sit back there
the entire trip back by himself.

He did kill someone.

And he ruined my dig.

Plus, you know he's gonna try
to drink all the champagne.

We're gonna need some for later.

To us.

(both groan)

Hey, huh? Why does yours
go all the way back

and mine doesn't go
all the way back?

Oh, it's just
how mine is.

This is first class-- they're
supposed to go all the way back.

Maybe it's because you're
supposed to be in coach.