All language subtitles for Bones S05E11 The X In The File

I can't hear you.
The reception's bad out here.

Aliens? I told you, baby,
I'm done hunting aliens.

I... I'm on the road.
Yeah, in Florida, yeah.

What? No, I'm in my hotel room
working late.

You're just gonna have to trust me, babe.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry
that's the way you feel.

A souvenir from Florida?

Okay.

Babe, I can't make a list right now.

Well, there are no pens or pads
in this hotel.

Oh, my God!

Babe, I found one!

No, not a pen.

An alien. A real one.

Oh, my God. I gotta get a picture of this.

What was that? Oh!

Baby, there's more of them.

I come in peace.

I'm Marvin Breekman,
but you can call me Marvin, or Marv.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

I made reservations at the club.

DJ Spider tonight,
and then back to my place?

I'm not sure if I can wait for tonight.

Okay, I was fine until you just said that.

You know, I have a key to
the Egyptian storage room.

Not on campus. Not at work.

Come on.
Are you really as virtuous as you seem?

I can be very bad when the time is right.

We do get a very generous lunch break,

and there's a little hotel
a few blocks from here.

Wow, Mr. Bray.

Dr. Saroyan.

I was just asking Angela
if she could do some 3D modeling

of a shattered femur that I was given
by the Archaeology Department.

Save it, Mr. Bray. You think you have
a big secret, but you don't.

- Well, I thought we were being subtle.
- Oh, man. Do you think Hodgins knows?

Can you imagine
if we found an alien, a real one?

You mean, someone who slipped illegally
into the country from Mexico or Canada?

Come on, Bones. You don't believe that
there are other real life forms out there?

Well, the probability's very high,

but any aliens visiting this planet

would have sufficient intelligence
not to die in the middle of the desert.

Hey, FBI,
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here is Dr. Temperance Brennan
from the Jeffersonian.

Sheriff Jerry Bonds,

but you probably got that
from my shiny badge, my imposing gun,

- and my big hat.
- Yeah, right.

The remains are over there.

- Been there for a while.
- Whoa!

Looks like an alien to me.

Judging by the pelvic inlet,
pubic symphysis, female,

maybe 30 years old.

- Earth female?
- Yes.

Body moisture was trapped
by this silver coat she's wearing,

turning some of her fat into adipocere.
I have no idea why it's so hard.

Didn't even dig a shallow grave.
Just left her here to be eaten.

Which is the smartest possible way

to get rid of human remains.

- What the hell's going on here?
- Oh, easy.

FBI. Put the shotgun down, ma'am.

This is my land.
I've got a right to protect my land.

Yeah, uh-huh, Marsha.
But we got a dead body.

- A woman, it seems like.
- Great. Now I've got dead people.

- You know anything about this?
- Nope.

I want the remains brought back
to the Jeffersonian for examination.

Nuh-uh, not gonna happen. My jurisdiction,
my body. She stays here.

No, FBI's got jurisdiction on this case.

- You want it, right?
- Mmm-hmm.

- FBI will keep you apprised.
- Uh-uh, FBI's got jurisdiction only if I agree.

Otherwise, you need to jump
through several legal hoops,

which will take some time,

during which time
the victim stays in town.

- Then why did you call us?
- Well, I could use the help,

but I'm not gonna take the heat

when people scream I sent an alien
off to Washington for "secret testing."

I've been through that before.

These remains are not extraterrestrial.

- It's a cell phone.
- You hope.

I traced the cell phone
to the guy who found the remains.

I'm holding him on trespassing charges.

Now this is part of our hospital
that got shutdown.

It's a perfect place for you
to take a look at the remains.

- I need to send samples back to the lab.
- Yeah.

But the big body part stays here.
Now, the remains are in here.

And Mr. Breekman's at my office.
If you wanna come with me, Agent Booth.

Ma'am.

Hey, you're gonna be okay here

all alone in this spooky hospital
with a dead alien body?

- Yes.
- Right.

That would be me
who wouldn't want that.

The remains are encased in adipocere.

If it's okay with Sheriff Lobo,
maybe you could send me some.

It appears to be petrified.

A coat alone doesn't account for that.

Well, I'll send the coat to Hodgins,
see what he can discern from it.

Her skeletal robusticity
and large areas of muscle attachment

suggest extremely good health.

A couple of weeks in the desert,
and no critters got at these remains?

Perhaps the result of green radiation
from alien hyperdrive systems.

Or something not crazy.

The man
who found them remarked

that he saw several sets of orange eyes
staring at him from the darkness.

Orange-eyeballed aliens?

Tapetum lucidum
of the American coyote glows orange

when light strikes the retina.

What he saw were likely coyotes,
not orange-eyeballed aliens.

Oh, you're being facetious. That's funny.

Wearing your earpiece,
he's not gonna be able to hear me,

so I can help you with your interrogation.

Some people who chase UFOs
believe in alien abductions.

Now, these people tend to be

dreamy, highly suggestible,

and possess a strong belief that there's
something larger than them out there,

something that they can't control.

Look, I only found the body.
I didn't make it dead.

Okay, that's very dissociative language,
"make it dead."

So, Mr. Breekman, you were
abducted by aliens five years ago?

Yes.

Aliens are so advanced,
why would they need probes?

I think they like it.

Why would you hook up with aliens
if they like to anally probe you?

There are two races of aliens,
and they do not see eye to eye.

Right.

I know things. I get laughed at.

But I persist because I know things.

It just seems like
maybe I deserve a little respect for that.

All right. Of course. I apologize.

Okay. Then can I go home?

Why were you in the desert last night?

I was looking for UFOs.

No, I mean, to that specific area?

I mean, what are the chances of you
stumbling across a body in the dark...

The vastness.

...vastness of the desert?

You really want me to believe
that that's some kind of big coincidence?

Yes. It was a coincidence.

I don't believe you. I think you're lying.

Sometimes I think you just pull me
into these interrogations to show off.

Wait...

Until you tell the truth,
you know what? You're not going home.

You have something on your mind?

This thing that we have going here...

- Are you worried about Cam knowing?
- No. No.

I'm worried about Hodgins not knowing.

Listen, Wendell,

Hodgins and I are in the past.

I mean, if you were really
totally in the past,

then we wouldn't be
keeping this a secret from him.

- Do you want me to tell Hodgins?
- If you don't mind, I'd like to do it.

He's my friend.

A man-to-man,
look-him-in-the-eye kind of thing?

Yeah, something like that.

Okay. Let's do it your way.

You mean talk to Hodgins or...

You're the worst. Both.

Consider this a do-over.

- Do you know who I am?
- No. Do you know who I am?

FBI? Military Intelligence?

That's an oxymoron, you know,
a term that contradicts itself.

I'm Delmy Polanco.

I'm the most important
UFO blogger in the world.

Important blogger.
Talk about an oxymoron.

What can you tell me
about the alien body?

I don't know anything
about the alien body.

Definitely FBI.
I can practically smell the suit.

I don't wear a suit all the time, you know.

I see you've met Delmy.

I'm looking for info into a foil-wrapped
body with alien features,

pieces of which have already been
sent to the Jeffersonian Institute

in Washington, DC.

I'm invoking
the Freedom of Information Act,

which means you have to tell me
what I want to know.

The Freedom of Information Act
is not a magic spell, Delmy.

It merely gives a citizen
the right to request information.

I'm gonna post all of this
on my blog tonight,

and by tomorrow morning, this whole
town will be swarming with UFO nuts.

Trespassing again?

Well, this facility
is clearly marked "private property."

Mmm-hmm.

- Oh, good. You got here for the good stuff.
- What good stuff?

MRI. It's an older model,
but entirely serviceable.

Okay, for future reference,
that's not the good stuff.

Well, sure it is.

Look at all those remodeled
lateral malleolus fractures.

Also, signs of inflammation
to the tendon fibers here,

and damaged...

You know, I won't say anything
about the scream

- if you don't say anything about the gun.
- Those terms are satisfactory.

Right.

- That's five.
- Too big to be buckshot.

The photos you sent of the first one
show it to be a ball bearing

approximately 17.5 mm.

This makes number six.

Certainly enough metal
to generate the magnetism

to raise the remains
when exposed to the MRI.

Well, when I receive them, I might be able
to ID the manufacturer and intended use,

which I imagine was not murder.

Hey. I finished the
facial reconstruction off the MRI.

I'm e-mailing it now.
Sorry, it is not an alien.

I noticed on the MRI
that the victim's patellas were fractured.

Well, I'll swab the area

and send the samples
with the ball bearings.

Well, there's no striations on the
ball bearings in this photo you sent,

so there's no evidence
that they were shot.

Shotgun maybe? Full of ball bearings?

Well, the owner of the ranch
threatened us with a shotgun.

Not so fast, Doctor Brennan.
I know you dislike flesh,

but I'm gonna need you
to remove the adipocere and organs

and send them to me.

- Doctor Brennan dealing with flesh.
- That's like a cat dealing with water.

Flesh is not my strength.

You're gonna need a hair dryer
and some cooking spray.

Yep. I've caught her trespassing
on my ranch a bunch of times.

- That's El Crazerita.
- El Crazerita. You know her real name?

Nope. I don't make friends with these nuts.

Sheriff Bonds says
you've been charged

with misdemeanor assault with a firearm
about three times.

Someone cut through this fence,
Agent Booth. They were trespassers.

- Which is why I was never convicted.
- Even though you shot at them?

- Salt.
- Salt?

Salt. Rock salt. Stings like a sumbitch.
Discourages trespassers.

You ever use ball bearings instead of salt?

Ball bearings? That'd rip somebody apart.

Hmm, like when you took a shot
at the old El Crazerita?

You think I killed her?

You think I'm dumb enough
to spend my life in prison

for killing some alien head-nut

who spent all her time
shooting stupid videos?

Videos? Videos of what?

Videos of everything.
Looking for spacemen.

You wanna know about her?
Ask Blaine Miller at the Space Place Caf�.

She was always hanging out at his diner
with the other fruitcakes.

Sure. Tell you what,
I'll take a look at your shotgun there

and run some tests.
You know, just to make sure.

Oh.

- I did it!
- Very good, Dr. Brennan.

- Yes, it was!
- Now remove the stomach.

Oh.

She was covered
in ethyl parathion and aldicarb.

It was all over her space-age outerwear.

It's an insecticide.
It's extremely illegal in the U.S.,

but it's still sold south of the border.

It explains why
the adipocere dried so quickly.

So, our victim was
using a dangerous insecticide.

Not unusual for someone who's
a couple of tacos short of a combo plate.

- Nice metaphor.
- Thanks.

I found something.

It's a memory card, tied to a string.
It appears to be dental floss.

Check her teeth.
Any evidence of floss still on her teeth?

Yes. There's a fragment
tied to the left second premolar.

She was hiding the card.
It's an old prison trick.

She tied one end of the floss to her tooth,

the other end to the memory card.

So when she needed it,
she could use the floss to pull it up.

I'll overnight the card to Angela.

Whatever is on it
was important enough to hide.

My guess,
it's important enough to kill for.

Hey, Hodgins.

Hey, man. Did you hear?

Brennan's sending the victim's SD card
from Roswell.

Probably video on there
the government wanted suppressed,

- because that Area 51...
- Right...

- Look, do you have a second?
- Sure. Yeah.

Something wrong?

- We're friends, right?
- Yeah.

- I don't lie or keep things from my friends.
- Okay. All right.

- Angela and I...
- Oh.

You're kidding, right?
Go ahead, kid.

Knock yourself out.
Hey, good luck with that.

Hodgins, what I'm trying to tell you
is that my luck has already been good.

Oh.

- I would never want you to think that I...
- No, Wendell, stop, stop, stop.

It's been over between Angela and me
for a long time. I have moved on.

And, you know what? I'm happy for you.
You know, and for her.

- Really?
- Yes. Really.

Dude, you're both my friends.
Why wouldn't I be happy for you?

I don't... Okay.

- Thanks, man.
- Of course. I'll tell you what. Hey!

Why don't the three of us
grab lunch together, huh?

This is a good thing.
Wendell, this should not be weird for us.

Yeah, sure, lunch. That sounds great, man.

Great. Good. Good.

The stomach acid ate away at the card,

but Angela says she should be
able to pull something off of it.

Well, Vinton said
El Crazerita shot a lot of video.

- Maybe she filmed the real thing.
- What, an extraterrestrial?

Yeah, look, you said
it was possible, all right?

But they have big eyes and big heads,
you know, for the super-smart brain.

Well, it's far more logical
if they had the eyes of flies

and the exoskeleton of a cockroach.

Insect people.
Insects can't fly a spaceship.

Well, the cockroach
is an evolutionary marvel.

They can withstand radiation,
live without breathing for almost an hour,

go without eating for weeks.
Imagine that

combined with an intelligence
that evolved over many millennia.

Plus they do have extra arms.

- Hmm.
- Mmm-hmm.

Wow, would you look at this place?
Wow. This is so cool.

UFO Museum Research Center.
Check this out. Look at those guns.

No way! Bones, look at this. Rocketship 7.

Hey, I used to watch that
when I was little boy.

The Sweetlys, and there was Mr. Beeper
and Promo the Robot.

Well, the way this craft is designed,

it could never leave
the Earth's atmosphere.

Yeah, but according to Dave Thomas
on Rocketship 7,

you would go on adventures like no other.

You two looking for aliens?

- The name's Blaine Miller.
- Not exactly.

Oh. You're here about that body
they found up at Vinton's place?

We never mentioned a body, Mr. Miller.

Nothing travels faster than the speed
of light than gossip in a small town.

Excuse me, sir.
Why are all these radios on?

Well, this is some of the original
equipment that picked up the signal

from the craft
that landed right here in Roswell.

Dave, these are the radios
that heard the aliens.

But that's absurd.
Why would she believe you?

'Cause they travel all the way to Roswell
to believe in aliens,

just like everybody else.

Do you recognize this woman, Mr. Miller?

Sure. This is Ursula Lapine.
She's a regular.

Is she the one who's dead?

- When was the last time you saw her?
- Maybe a month ago.

She was having an argument
with another woman.

- I had to tell her to keep it down.
- And who was this other woman?

I don't know. I never saw her before.
African-American, good-looking, in a suit.

This woman, Ursula, she live around here?

Outside of town. She's in
one of those shiny spaceship-type trailers.

I think I hear something.

I think I hear a spaceship.

She was serious?

This must be the place.
Spacy-looking trailer.

- Oh, one of the windows is broken.
- Yeah. All right.

Stay behind me, Bones.

- Bones, I think you need to see this.
- And you need to see this.

- There's blood on it.
- Could've been what busted her knees.

You gotta check this out.

- She seems very thorough.
- Mmm.

The word "loony" come to mind?

This is a remarkably well researched wall
for a Crazerita.

Crazerita is right. How about this, here?
Look. Check this out.

- Something was taken.
- Maybe that's why Ursula was killed?

Well, the cinder block
was obviously used in an assault.

We have to analyze the blood.

You know what? Maybe
we can pull a print off the block like this.

All right. Watch this.

Like this.

That is magic.

Science.

Did you have any luck?

- Was the data damaged?
- Uh, a bit.

There still may be a few corrupted frames.

- So it's video.
- Yeah, but I think it's gonna play.

Oh, my God! Is that what I think it is?

- And are those...
- No.

Impossible. This was doctored.

No. It isn't. This was verified
by the scanning software at a pixel level.

Are you saying our victim
might've stumbled on a real UFO?

So, assuming that the figures in the
Hazmat suits are of average height,

then this structure here
must be about four to five meters tall.

Why is the ground glowing?

The light seems to be
emitting from a spilled liquid.

UFO fuel.

What are those
two humanoid shapes there

between the Hazmat-suited humans
and the craft?

Well, look, I'm gonna
keep working on this footage,

but, you guys have to admit

that this makes the hairs
on your arms stand on end, right?

The hairs on my arm
are not reacting in any way.

But thanks, Angela.
It's not a spaceship.

Well, if it smells like a duck,
walks like a duck, quacks like a duck...

But then it would be a duck,
not a spaceship.

- So your point escapes me.
- It's just a metaphor.

- Have you decided to let me go?
- No. Actually, I have a few more questions.

You ever been
out to Ursula Lapine's trailer?

- No.
- Oh, we have evidence you're lying.

Yep, you fell into that one, Delmy.

We have your fingerprints
on a cinder block

that was used to break into her trailer.
Also, blood.

And you took something off her wall.

If I give it to you, will you drop the
trespassing charges and let me go?

Yeah, if you don't hand it over, I'll just
charge you with obstructing justice,

and he'll charge you with
interfering with a federal investigation,

and maybe even murder.

And you will pray for the good old days,
where all you were worrying about

were those silly little trespassing
and burglary charges.

- I find he's very useful in certain situations.
- Very useful.

So hand 'em over.

Ooh.

Holy cow!

Pay dirt.

I gotta get better at frisking.

Wait a minute.
This is Ursula with Marvin.

I'm gonna need a copy for my article.

"UFO-obsessed woman
dies in alien encounter."

So, the swab from
the victim's damaged patellas

show traces of sediment,
but it's not cement.

So, what hit her knees
wasn't the cinder block?

No. The sediment is gypsum, dating back
to the Pleistocene and Holocene eras.

It's probably from the Tularosa
or Estancia Basins.

- Mexico?
- Yeah.

Northern Mexico's
the closest occurrence of this rock.

Now here's an interesting
conjunction of possibility.

The insecticide she was soaked in,
it's called "Tres Pasitos."

- It's not available in the United States.
- Is it available in Mexico?

- Readily.
- Excellent.

So I took the information
that you gave me,

and it looks as though the projectiles

first impacted next to the juncture
between the frontal and parietal bones.

So the bearings entered
beneath her chin

then ricocheted around in her skull?

Yeah. That seems to make the most sense.

But I've never heard of any projectiles

that would enter at that range
and not fracture the skull.

Well, what about, like,
slow-moving projectiles?

Maybe a paintball gun?

A little more powerful than that,
but not much.

Time for lunch.

Oh.

- To prove we're all fine.
- Yeah.

- It looks like a spaceship.
- It wasn't.

And those two shapes on the ground,
those could've been aliens.

- They weren't.
- How do you know?

There's absolutely no reason

for an advanced civilization
to visit New Mexico.

The desert is beautiful. And say you grew
up on a jungle planet or an ocean planet,

wouldn't you enjoy
like a little change of scenery?

No. Most planets are basically desert.
Why come this far for more of the same?

Neither one of you know
what you're talking about.

I told you before,
there are two types of aliens

in a power struggle over our planet.

There are the cold, heartless, soulless,
scientific aliens

who look at us
like we're just experiments.

And then, there are our secret allies
who want to help.

They're not as technologically advanced,
but they are wiser and adaptable.

Unlikely. A war between
two such disparate forces

would rip this planet apart.

Wow. Kind of cool.

- Hey, Doc.
- You guys can hold hands if you want.

Eat off each other's plates.

I mean, any and all of that
kind of gooey romanticism

is completely fine by me.

We know, Hodgins.

I'm not really the public display
kind of guy.

I'm just saying,
you don't need to be afraid or...

There. See? My head did not explode.

Um, I'm not really okay with being kissed
when it's not about me.

Sorry. I panicked.
But everything's fine, right?

Everything's fine.

Everything's not fine.

This is a fraught situation.

It's important to face these things head on.

Sweets, there's nothing to face, okay?

I mean, we can see why you'd think that.

But we're all fine.

I am fine.

Lance, your order's ready.

Thanks.

Why are we here?

We wanna know
what brought you out here

the night you found Ursula's body.

I told you, I was out UFO spotting.

And I told you I don't believe
in that big of a coincidence.

How long were you and Ursula lovers?
Go ahead. Take a look.

Oh, my God!

Ursula understood. She believed.

My wife thought I was crazy.

What makes this patch of desert
any different to you

than any other patch of desert?

This is where we were
when we first saw the lights.

Where did you see the lights?

Beyond those hills.
Hot spheres. Very clear.

- Ursula and I saw them together.
- How far?

Maybe two kilometers.

That would be Mexico.

We were gonna check it out together
the next time I came through town.

We meet every few weeks.

- So you and Ursula were true believers?
- Not really.

Ursula, she was convinced that
if she could find proof of alien visitation

it would make her rich.

What happened to her Marvin, really?

What do you think?

I think she came out here without me.

Maybe she thought
I wanted half her money.

She maybe saw the lights
and crossed over,

and they took her.

They experimented on her and then
they dumped Ursula in the desert

like the cold, heartless scientists
that they are.

So the footage was pretty rough,
as you saw.

So I ran an application
to counteract the motion of the camera

with opposite movement.

Then I translated
each pixel of the infrared spectrum

into a pixel of the visible color spectrum.

Okay, let's see it.

Well, that's a lot more terrestrial
than I expected.

Two tanker trucks, some sort of digger.

And this is a hose.
What do you think, three inches?

That's the source of the glowing liquid.

What about the alien things?

Fremontodendron mexicanum.
It's Mexican flannel bush.

Weird, glowing liquid
in the Mexican desert, Hazmat suits?

Oh. They must've been
dumping chemicals illegally.

Oops, she fell.

That must've been
when she fractured her knees.

Yeah, but she still
managed to get away.

You guys see what happened.

She was out looking for UFOs
but found this instead.

These guys killed her.

You know, I think I liked this all better
when it was aliens.

So, I was able to clarify
the chemiluminescent signature

of the materials
being dumped in the video.

Manganese and sodium borohydride,

used in the manufacture of batteries.

Can you get a specific manufacturer
from that?

I did. Innatron.

Mexican flannel bush
is on the verge of extinction, right?

Innatron has a plant located smack dab

in the middle of the last remaining
flannel bush population,

here, in Juarez, and they use manganese
and sodium borohydride.

- Wow.
- Mmm-hmm.

- Come on.
- I'm serious.

Dr. Hodgins. I'm kind of in the middle of...

You were right, Sweets.
Everything is not fine.

It's not fine at all.

This is a good time.

I don't know if I wanna
crawl into a hole and die,

or run over Wendell and Angela
with a truck.

You know, it's natural
to have those feelings.

I'm a better man than this.

I wanna be happy for them,
you know, I really do.

Well, it's easier for us to accept loneliness

as long as the person we were once with
is also alone.

And she finds happiness
with someone else.

Oh, man! It's like being
stabbed in the heart.

It's the human condition.

You know, that's why there are
so many movies and plays,

- and songs and poems.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, art. Art. I get it.

What do I do?

Well, first, you need to figure out
what you want.

I wanna not be filled with anger
and pain and resentment.

I don't wanna be jealous.

Do you want Angela back?

I don't think you're jealous.

I think that you're grieving
what you've lost.

Grieving? As in grief?

Yes.

Man, the only thing
that cures grief is time.

Unless you're recommending
a lot of alcohol?

I can't really recommend alcohol.

Man, it'd be great
if you could though, right?

I recommend time.

So just smile and act like a good guy?

You are a good guy.

You know, there was a time that I thought

that Angela and I
would be together forever.

Can I just sit here for a minute?

Yeah. Take all the time you need.

There is nothing in this video

that indicates what kind of weapon
was used to kill the victim.

Yeah. It's true.
It doesn't look like anybody's armed.

Now I was able to salvage
some of the audio track.

- That's just white noise.
- Yeah, I know.

But I scrubbed the background
and separated the different frequencies,

and then I amplified the resulting file.

- That's Spanish.
- Yeah, I know.

We're gonna have to get a translator.

No, I was a cop and coroner
in New York City, so I speak some.

Can you play that back?

"I'm in charge.

"If you don't get this done before sunrise,
you'll regret it."

- She's not from Mexico though.
- You can tell that?

The way she says
"estoy"and "arrepentiras."

The Puerto Rican cops
used to make fun of me

when I pronounced
my T's and P's like that.

- So you think that...
- Yeah.

The speaker's definitely American.

Ursula thought
she was filming a UFO crash site?

But she ended up with footage
of an American dumping toxic wastes

in the Mexican desert.

- Rachel Adams.
- American?

Yes. She's an Innatron executive
in charge of waste management.

- She's based in Juarez, Mexico.
- African-American?

- Yes.
- Well, the owner of the diner said that

the victim was seen arguing with
an African-American businesswoman.

Huh.

So we put together a range of weapons
which might fire ball bearings

at a velocity congruent with the damage
done to the inside of our victim's skull.

Okay. We have a paintball gun, an air rifle,
a BB gun and a PVC pipe zip gun.

Each modified to fire
six 17.5 mm ball bearings.

Melons lined with paraffin
and filled with dense agar gelatin,

- which mimics skull and brain matter.
- What's with the faces?

Uh... Yeah. We...

Well, I guess I kind of got inspired.

- Inspired?
- All right, goggles, everyone.

Ready?

All right. Okay.
So, the paintball gun ball bearing

didn't have enough force
to get through my skull.

That's too bad.

- I'm next.
- Uh-uh. I'll shoot you.

Whoa!

That was way too much damage.

That blew your head clear off.

I don't know if anyone should
enjoy their work this much.

You and Dr. Saroyan
are still in the running.

Uh, I got it.

Not enough force to kill Dr. Saroyan.

Whoa! Angela, the balls are rattling
but your head is still intact.

Call that thing by my name
one more time. I dare you.

- It was a zip gun.
- A perfect,

untraceable, cheap weapon,
easily homemade.

That was fun.

- Boys.
- You got that right.

Wanna do it again?

I have an appointment, Agent Booth.
I don't have to answer your questions.

We follow all of the rules
set forth by the EPA

and environmental restrictions
in the NAFTA treaty.

Right, on paper.

- I resent that.
- We have witnesses at Roswell

who said that they saw you
arguing with the witness

on the day that she was murdered.

Did your witness tell you
what we were arguing about?

You were trying to buy video footage

Ursula had taken of you
illegally dumping toxic waste.

She thought
she had real footage of a UFO,

so unfortunately for you
she didn't give it up.

I work for a major corporation

that's just signed a billion-dollar deal
with the Mexicans.

You think you can extradite me?

Take your best shot.

- Here comes something.
- What does it say?

Okay, it says that Innatron
contracts its waste disposal

to an independent contractor.

- Is that owned by a shell company?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Wow.
- Norte Domesticas, yes.

Well, you know, we'll get DC on it,
but I'm gonna tell you right now,

I already know
who owns that shell company.

- Rachel Adams?
- Yep.

Innatron pays the shell company
hundreds and thousands of dollars

to get rid of the waste,
and Rachel and her crew,

they just dump it in the desert
and they pocket the money.

Well, Ursula Lapine thinks she's
photographing extraterrestrial contact,

they catch her, she ends up dead.

Well, why would
she turn down the money in the diner,

then agree to meet out in the desert?

Well, perhaps that's where they agreed
to swap the video for the money.

I guess.

Oh, you say, "Yeah, I guess,"
but you mean, "I don't think so."

Rachel lives in Juarez.

I mean, she could get herself
an untraceable gun,

what, in like, 15 minutes?

Instead she shows up
with a homemade zip gun?

That doesn't make sense, right?

- Hodgins.
- Hodgins.

Oh, hey, Doctor Brennan.

- No, Hodgins, it's not me, it's Booth.
- Okay, listen, Hodgins,

- could we just focus on the ball bearings.
- Yeah. What about them?

- Could you trace them to Innatron?
- No.

- Well, how can you be so sure?
- Because they're obsolete.

They were manufactured
in the '40s and the '50s.

- For what?
- Roller skates,

fishing reels, yo-yos, turntables.

Toys?

Hey, I'm just closing up.

I turned off the grill
about a half-an-hour ago.

- Oh...
- Oh, we're not here to eat, Blaine.

Any of these work back here?

Yeah. The disruptor
from Gamma Gamma Six.

Why isn't this solar system working?

'Cause it's 60 years old.
What is with you people?

- Well, we...
- You overheard Rachel

offering Ursula payoff money,
didn't you, Blaine?

What? No, I didn't.

You told us you had to ask them
to keep it down.

- How come you don't interrupt Bones?
- I'm a gentleman.

- How much did you...
- How much did Rachel offer?

Ten grand? Twenty?

Yeah, but Ursula thought
that she had proof of alien life.

How much did she ask for,
a million bucks?

Hey, you can't just take stuff like that.
You need a warrant.

- I'll get a warrant.
- Oh, no, no, no. We don't need a warrant.

We're just playing.
Yeah, like the sign says.

I figure what happened is, you told Ursula

- you could get her millions.
- You arranged...

Yeah, you arranged to meet out in
the desert, told her to bring the video,

- you'd bring the buyer.
- He's trying to take your credit.

He's just being talkative. Can you
hand me those ball bearings there?

Look at that. They seem to fit perfectly.

Come on! That's just a toy.
Couldn't hurt a flea with that.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Yes! That would be the murder weapon.

Hey, hey! I got my rights!

You got the right
to shut the hell up, Blaine.

Killing that poor crazy woman
for her video.

Yeah, and by the way, that video,

it was hid down her throat
on thread of dental floss.

You moron.

He is a moron. You are definitely a moron!

Well, not literally, figuratively.

It's very satisfying
to use an insulting colloquialism

even when it isn't accurate.

Right. It's even better when
they resist arrest and you can hit 'em.

- I don't know.
- Yeah, I think so.

- So, do you feel better.
- Being open about our relationship?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you bet.

You know, it's over
between Hodgins and me.

I mean, you believe that now, right?

I think everything's always
more complicated than it looks.

Hey, I am telling you, mister, it's not.

Like Dr. Brennan says,

"No use jumping to conclusions
before all the evidence is in."

- Quite a show, huh?
- Well, shouldn't we be going home?

Come on, Bones.
How many times do you get a chance

- to check out a desert sky?
- Well, I've been in the desert many times.

Though, usually I'm digging in the ground,
not looking up.

Now's your chance to look up.
So look up.

Well, it's ridiculous to think that there's
anything on this planet worth seeing

which merits crossing what are
literally astronomical distances.

Maybe aliens are anthropologists.

Maybe they just wanna study
our religion, and sex,

and love, and our funny languages,
and line dancing?

That's an interesting possibility
I hadn't considered.

Well, living creatures,
they like to reach out, Bones.

Well, living creatures
like to reach out and eat each other.

So what are you saying?

That the aliens just wanna come
down here and drink our spinal fluid?

Well, if the aliens are advanced enough
to fly faster than light,

- then they can probably make spinal fluid.
- Really.

- You just said that aliens are nice.
- I did not.

You just basically said
that aliens are nice anthropologists.

- I don't think so.
- You think that aliens are you.

You got me.
Yeah, I'm one of them.

- I knew it.
- I was sent down as an advanced scout.

I knew it. Hey, no probing. No probing.

Hey, probing is a valuable way
to gather information.

We know how you people
like to probe. Right.

Did you hear that?

What was that?

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