All language subtitles for Bones S10E03 The Purging of the Pundit

I don't know, have you
seen Planet of the Apes?

It's like the post-apocalyptic
future down here.

Brenda, relax.

The soup kitchen is
just on the next block.

There have to be easier
ways to spice up

a college
application.

It's all about
community service.

Colleges don't care about
test scores anymore.

Couldn't we have picked
a less creepy community?

Whoa, Brenda,

do you see that?

There's a guy over there
in the storm drain.

He looks
stuck.

Help me get this stuff
out of the way.

Seriously?

Do you want to go
to Harvard or not?

Sir, are you okay?

Does he look
okay, Brenda?

(sighs)

Sir, we're going
to get you out.

Grab the other
side and pull.

One...

two... three!

(screams)

(chittering)

You're right.

This is going to
make an awesome

college essay.

How long have
you been up?

Oh, not too long.

I just wanted to read this
new piece on the Flyers.

I'm telling you, Hextall's gonna win us
the Cup this year.

You didn't sleep again, did you?

I was, uh,
it was in and out.

I was probably just, you know,

getting used to
this new house and all.

Booth, you haven't slept
well in a long time.

I'm worried that
something is wrong.

You were
falsely accused.

You were
in prison.

You've been through a lot.

Well, so have you.

Not as much as you.

Sweets would say

that you have
avoidance issues.

Oh, avoidance issues. What?

You're still
not trusting

the people
you work with.

I'm concerned you're not dealing

with the trauma you suffered.

Listen, Sweets has passed away,
okay? God bless his soul.

And you know what?

You don't even
believe in psychology.

Right?

You know
what, I...

Let's not talk
about this now.

Please?

All right, look,
I'll sleep when I'm tired.

But for now,
I'm gonna make you pancakes.

I know you've
missed my pancakes.

(phone ringing) Yes, you have.
Pancakes coming up.

Booth...

Yeah...
Right, right, okay.

Ooh... on our way.
Sure.

Well, it looks like someone
is sleeping the big sleep.

So much for the pancakes.
They found a body

under the bridge
in Garfield Heights.

I'll get Christine
ready for day care.

(indistinct radio chatter)

SAROYAN: The victim was found by
a couple of high school kids

who didn't realize
the guy was dead

because weasels were
making the body move.

BOOTH:
Whoa, they must've freaked out.

SAROYAN:
Actually, one was pumped.

Said something about it
being what she needed

to get into Harvard?
These trusty hands are all yours.

Put me to work. Aubrey, what are
you doing here?

Well, you know, I was
in the neighborhood and I heard the call,

so I sort of figured
I'd stop by--

holy crap!

(gagging):
Oh, man...

Oh, my God.

Where's the other half of him?

That's the worst thing I've ever seen.
SAROYAN: Really?

I'd only give this about a 7.5.

I'd give this a six.

You know, the floaters
are much worse.

Yeah, well,
you know,

give me a nice,
clean gunshot any day.

It seems you're
not familiar with

the explosive nature of a head wound.
AUBREY: Okay, okay,

hazing the new guy.
It's really funny.

So what the hell happened here?

The victim got stuck in the
drain and animals ate the half

they had access to.

I could see how
he got stuck.

He was obese.

Well, half of
him still is obese.

Blunt surface of
the orbital margins

indicates the victim
is male, Caucasian.

Well, the inside of the pants
confirms the male part.

Ooh, wait a sec.
This is not an accident.

Look at the bottom of his soles.
AUBREY: Totally clean.

Didn't walk here on his own.
It's a body dump.

Or an attempt at
one, at least.

I found our ravenous little culprits!
AUBREY: Oh. Rats.

Never been a fan.
HODGINS: Rats?

Don't embarrass yourself,
Aubrey.

These are stoats,

aka short-tailed weasels.

Anyone have
time of death for me?

Uniformity
in scoring

on the cortical
surface suggests

the stoats are
the lone scavengers.

HODGINS:
And given the level

of predation,
I'd say three days.

I'm gonna see what else

I can find.
Three days.

AUBREY:
His pants are pricey.

This is high-quality
gabardine.

Yeah.

And his shoes are Italian.
Expensive leather.

BOOTH: Well, look,
the big question is

what was Daddy Warbucks
doing down here?

Could've been
buying drugs.

Wouldn't be the first time
in this neighborhood.

HODGINS: Found it!
I found the stoats' den.

And... (grunts)

...it is filled with evidence.
BOOTH: Yeah, music to my ears.

HODGINS: Yeah, no, lucky for us,
the stoat actually

lines his den with
the remains of his prey.

Is that his...?

Hair? Yeah.

And those are

phalanges.

SAROYAN:
And an eyeball.

Oh, God, it's his tongue.

Yes.
Very observant, Mr. Aubrey.

AUBREY: Thank you.
Oh, man...

there's one still inside.

Oh, God... and he's eating...

He's eating, oh, man.
HODGINS: Yeah.

It's a fun job, right?

♪ Bones 10x03 ♪
The Purging in the Pundit
Original Air Date on October 9, 2014

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

On the lower thoracic
and lumbar vertebrae,

I'm seeing numerous
osteophytes.

A common skeletal injury
for the morbidly obese.

Note the perimortem

fractures to the nasal bones.

And also

the anterior
dentition,

the upper left
central incisor

and the lateral
incisor.

SAROYAN:
That would suggest a hard blow

from a right-handed assailant.

But not hard enough to be fatal.

Before we continue,

I would like to...
offer my condolences.

Dr. Sweets was a good man.

Yes, he was.

He was a very good man.

FUENTES: Colleagues can
be like family.

I had an assistant
in Habana, and

like Sweets,
he was like a brother.

Guys, can we please not talk
about Sweets right now?

If we do, we're
going to start crying

and contaminate the evidence.

BRENNAN:
Booth thinks it's odd,

but I find relief when
analyzing decomposed remains.

Yes, Booth
is correct.

All right,
my sartorial work is finished.

This guy is ready
to go freestyle.

SAROYAN:
Discoloration

to the scrotum.
Likely from trauma.

Looks like our killer
fought dirty.

Ms. Montenegro,

it is so good to see you again.

You too, Rodolfo.

What?

He's eye candy.
Just deal with it.

Are you here just to gawk or did
you finish your reconstruction?

Uh, well,
the skull was relatively

unscathed, but before
I add dimension to the face,

I do need an estimate
of the victim's weight.

Oh...

Based on

the measurement of
the bi-iliac breadth,

as well as
the femoral head,

I'd say 136 kilograms.

MONTENEGRO:
So...

factoring in the weight...

SAROYAN:
Oh, no.

It's that guy.

The blowhard.

Is "blowhard"
some kind of a job?

HODGINS:
He was a talk radio host

who was ignorant and angry.

It's a lethal combination.

Well, it certainly
was for him.

Hutch Whitehouse?
He's the victim?

Yeah, do you know him?
Yeah.

His fans are called
Hutchheads.

He's, like, a big-time
conservative talk show host.

Went to UVA
before dropping out

to become a top 40 DJ.

Now he's a right-wing icon,

syndicated nationwide
to the tune of

$10 million a year.

He's pro-guns,
pro-capital punishment,

pro-vouchers,
anti-immigrant, anti-choice,

anti...
Wow. You really know your Hutch.

Nah, I just did a background
check online.

I really want on this case.

Why, because it's a high profile case?
Yeah.

And because he almost
made me throw up.

His remains.
Aubrey,

just put the football down
and go back to your desk.

And, uh, one more thing.

Uh, his wife of 15 years,

Miriam, is waiting
in the conference room.

Okay, all right, you know what?
I'll go talk

to her, you hold on to that.

I could come, too.
Nope, nope. I'm fine.

Are you sure? You
handpicked me, remember?

And Sweets agreed that...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.

Okay, I picked you
to work for me, okay?

Not to be my partner.
Let's not get that confused.

You know,
me being here

isn't the reason
Sweets is gone.

I-I need to go talk
to this suspect, okay?

So you just put that right
up on the wall up there.

You say he was killed
three days ago?

Well, approximately.

See, the Jeffersonian,
they're still trying

to be a little bit
more specific.

So, um...

You never reported
him missing.

You didn't say anything
to the authorities.

Hutch and I...

...lately, we've led
separate lives.

All right, so you were getting a divorce.
No.

God, no.

Just... busy.

Hutch had his show,

and I promote women's rights
issues all over the country.

I was in Charlotte
three days ago.

So you and Hutch weren't on
the same political wavelength.

On some issues
we were,

and some we weren't.

Isn't that the way
it's supposed to be?

Supposed to be, huh?

Searching for a motive.

I understand.

I also stand

to come into quite
a lot of money

now that Hutch is gone.
Yeah, you do.

$30 million worth,
according to this contract.

Some people value
their relationship

more than money.
You're right.

So can you think of anyone who'd
want to hurt your husband?

Half the people who listened to his show
probably wanted him dead.

Right, he was offensive.

You should talk to Bob Gordon,
his producer.

And Alan, his co-host.

They kept track
of all the crazies.

Had to, for insurance reasons.

FUENTES:
All the damage

I found on the upper half

of his remains is superficial.

So you think
cause of death

must be south of the border?
Yes.

Unfortunately, I cannot
clean the bones

until you are done
testing the urine.

That is correct, Dr. Fuentes.

So unless you want to test
the urine yourself...

No, gracias.

Okay. So the first
sample came back

negative for
drugs, alcohol,

no poisons...
Look at his cortisol level.

SAROYAN:
That can't be right.

When someone's
attacked,

their cortisol levels spike.

It's a direct response
to stress.

And his oxytocin
levels are up.

It's like he was
enjoying being murdered.

HUTCH WHITEHOUSE:
Everyone's talking about voter reform.

How about this?

You don't speak English, you don't vote.
Oh.

And those kids sneaking in?

They grow up.
If we starve them out now,

no problem in the future.

There are simple solutions,
citizens.

More guns, not less.

Celebrate diversity?

How about celebrate
our own kind? Huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Shut
that crap off, will you?

Man, that's horrible.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Well, what do you know
about his producer?

Well, his name is Bob Gordon.

And he's a mega-billionaire.

Like the one percent
of the one percent.

He's also a big-time donor to
all the conservative super PACs.

Did he have any beef with Hutch?
No reason to.

Hutch was the golden goose.
He brought in hundreds

of millions in ad revenue.

He does have a record though.

Two DUI's.

One arrest for hunting deer

without a license...

while intoxicated.
Great.

So drunk, armed and dangerous.

What about Hutch's
on-air partner?

Alan Spaziano.

He was Hutch's
on-air punching bag.

Hutch called him a Demo-crap,
one of his go-to jokes.

Does he have a record?
No.

Spaziano's so clean,
he's practically Canadian.

Clean but humiliated.

Sounds like a suspect to me.

Yeah. Thanks for bringing me
along, Agent Booth.

I really appreciate it.

You should.

MAN:
How many times do I have

to say it till it gets
through that thick,

commie skull of yours
that when you're fired,

it means you don't
work here anymore?

I can do the show
on my own, Bob.

I don't need Hutch!
There's no money in liberal talk, Alan.

"There's no money
in liberal talk, Alan.

"And I should know 'cause

all I care about is money."
It depends on who's

doing the talking, Bob.
BOOTH: Okay, break it up.

The two of you,
just get to your corners there

and stop finger-pointing
at each other. FBI.

We've got a few questions
we'd like to ask about Hutch.

You're the producer?
Yeah. Bob Gordon.

When's the last time
either one of you heard

from Hutch?

Three days ago.

Early morning,
Hutch calls in,

leaves some boo-hoo message
on my cell

that he's feeling sick.

So, you're the compassionate type?
Listen, two months ago,

I gave Hutch a mega deal.

Ever since, he's
been acting like

a complete diva.
I went to his house

to drag his butt out of bed,
only he wasn't there.

Okay, great. Do you still
have that voice mail?

I deleted it.

You deleted it!
Well, that's pretty convenient.

Okay, well, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you hand over

your phone so we can help
retrieve those messages for you?

You ever hear
of the Fourth Amendment?

Yeah, it helps with people
who have something to hide.

We can get a warrant, pull it
off your cell company's servers.

I thought the government didn't
bother with warrants anymore.

They just spy
on whoever they want.

You-- Hutch's hobby
was to humiliate you, huh?

Use you as a punching bag.
Hutch was just playing a part.

He doesn't believe
half of what he's saying.

The show is dead
and so is your career.

Yeah. Not much
of a motive, is it?

AUBREY: What about enemies
outside of the station?

His wife said
you had to keep a record

for the insurance company.

Yeah. Be my guest.

Those are just the
credible threats.

Knock yourselves out.

People really hated him.

Yeah, what can I say?

The man was a star.

Dr. Fuentes?
I hear you have

something of interest
to show me?

I'm still cleaning
the southern half of the victim,

but I want you to take a look

at the radius, scaphoid
and trapezium.

Perimortem ligature marks.

The victim was bound
at time of death.

I also found some bilateral
microfracturing on the hyoid.

He was strangled.

Although the pressure
wasn't sufficient to be fatal.

So, still no cause of death.

No.

But I have seen injuries
like these before.

In Habana I was told

to obscure evidence
like this...

after the Rapid
Response Brigades

would interrogate
a prisoner.

The secret police.

Yes. Another reason
why I defected.

These lacerations
to the wrists,

plus the strangulation
and the repeated

strikes to the genitals...

The victim was tortured
prior to death.

Yes. But what was it
they wanted to know?

Wow. All these
boxes are filled

with threatening
letters to the victim?

Yeah, Booth read over everything

looking for potential suspects.

"Booth"? Booth read
through all this?

Hey, I tried to help,
but apparently

Booth's trust
doesn't extend that far.

These are the letters
he thought stood out.

And these are all
from the same guy?

Yeah. I took a quick glance.
I agree with Booth.

Dude was obsessed with Hutch.

Each letter rants
against something

he said on his show.

So, an angry liberal?

You'd think, but no.

Radical conservative.

Thought Hutch was too soft.

Oh.

From the postmark,
I was able to determine

which post office
picked up the letter.

So, it was somewhere
in this area.

Did you cross-reference that

with individuals
with criminal records?

I did.

SAROYAN:
Yikes, 78 names.

Remind me not to walk

in that neighborhood at night.

Yeah, all the letters had pretty

basic grammar and punctuation,
sloppy penmanship.

Yeah, probably no more
than a high school education.

Okay, well, when I eliminate
the college graduates,

I'm left with
a list of 45 names.

Oh, we can get that number down

because the king has arrived.

King of the lab?
Isn't that a little passé?

I found some trace
on the reverse side

of a couple of the letters.
I put it up on the server.

This guy's anger actually
worked well for us.

He pushed so hard

with his pen that the paper

picked up particulates

from the writing surface below.

Asbestos, PCB and lead.

Meaning he is living
in a building

which should be condemned.
Thank you, thank you.

Hold the coronation,
Your Majesty.

All right.

Okay, just look up
buildings in the area

which failed inspection.

SAROYAN:
Wow, okay.

MONTENEGRO:
William Byers,

arrested two years ago
for assaulting

a Muslim with a baseball bat.

All hail the king, baby.

King of the lab!

Oh, boy.

I had a local black and white

confirm that Byers is home.

Yeah, me, too. Heading there now.
Oh, I'll just be a sec.

No, no, no.
Taking Bones.

But the guy's a psycho.
He could be dangerous.

What? You don't think
I can take care of myself?

What? No! But I could help.

I get it that it's tough
to trust somebody new.

But I thought we were really
starting to get along.

Right. That's good.
That is good.

Why don't you let things just,
uh, run their course, okay?

Sure.

BRENNAN:
If Byers is dangerous,

why didn't you bring
Agent Aubrey as backup?

He's a good agent, isn't he?
Look...

Aubrey is fine, okay?

But you, you are my partner.

Your world has to be bigger
than just you and me, Booth.

It is, all right?
I'm back to work, aren't I?

Well, objectively
that's true.

But you still don't seem
to trust anyone.

And you have to,
to do this job.

I trust you.

Then listen to me. Sweets said
that you have to believe

in something again,
something bigger than yourself.

I do.

My family.

You haven't been to church

since you've been released.

You don't even believe in God.

But you do.

And you used to believe

that people were good.

And they deserve to be trusted.
Look, Bo-- let's not,

not now, all right, Bones?
Not when we're about to go

after a murder suspect.
Look, I love you,

but you really have no idea
what you're talking about.

I made a professional call
with Aubrey, that's it.

I am fine.

(muffled music playing)

FBI, Mr. Byers. Open up!

I don't think he can
hear you, Booth.

The music is at
least 85 decibels.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

If it's safe enough not to bring Aubrey...
Just...

...it's safe enough to enter.

Just stay behind me,
you understand?

Mr. Byers? FBI.

Your door was unlocked.

The music is horrible.
Mr. Byers?

Oh, Booth?

He's ordering fertilizer.

He's making a bomb.

(music stops)

What the hell are
you doing here?

All right, hold it
right there. FBI.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, all right.
All right, easy.

Come on.
Booth,

oh!
(grunts)

Easy. Easy.
All right.

BYERS: I do not recognize
your authority.

(grunting)

So we found your manifesto
in your apartment.

I tell you, there's a lot

of misspelled
words in there.

So now the problem's
believing in the white race?

When it's all the foreigners

that are coming in here
and destroying the country.

Is that who you were gonna make
the bombs for?

You got to open your eyes, man.

The Mexicans are coming in here,
taking our jobs. The blacks,

all of 'em on drugs.
What about Hutch Whitehouse?

The traitor?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I mean, he talks a good game.

But when I wanted him
to spread the word

about the armed uprising,
you know what he did?

He slithered off
like a little garter snake.

So he doesn't deserve to

much less be the spokesman.
Which is probably why

he was murdered
three days ago, right?

God works in mysterious ways,
doesn't He?

He sure does. So
did you do it?

Did you murder him?
Did you kill him?

Let me tell you something,

I ain't a coward like Hutch.

So, yeah, I admit it. I did it.

And everybody's gonna know
my name. So you can let

everybody know that
that's the future that they have

if they don't support
white America.

You tortured him.

He begged for mercy,
and I didn't give him none.

Just finished him off,
you cut his head clean off.

That's-that's right.
That's how you send a message.

That's how you create a name
for yourself.

You got it. You got it.
I took him by his fat neck

and I sliced deeper
and deeper.

WA... Hey, where you going?
Where you going?

Hey, you know what,

you're lying, okay?
He wasn't decapitated.

S-So, wait, you just gonna...
y-you gonna...

just gonna let me...
let me go?

No.

No, I mean, you were gonna make
a fertilizer bomb. You're just

a pure white terrorist who's
going to jail for a long,

long time,
and I'm gonna make sure

that no one ever knows
your name.

(door opens)

La Tierra llamando
Dr. Brennan.

Por favor...
What, Dr. Fuentes?

I-I was concentrating
on the radius.

're positing
torture, but...

look at the damage
to the radius.

Mmm. I see what you mean.

Compared to what I've seen
in Cuba,

the damage is relatively slight.
SAROYAN: So...

we're looking
for a compassionate torturer?

And look at the pelvis.

There's evidence
of calcification.

Which would suggest that he had
been hit in the cojones before.

Based on the topography
of the calcification,

I'd say multiple times
in the last year.

That might explain
his low cortisol levels.

If he'd been tortured before,
he could become accustomed

to the pain.

Look. Look at

the ligature marks
on the victim's wrists.

Calcification of the
scaphoid and trapezium.

Eres una mujer
brillante y hermosa.

(chuckles) Sí.
Isn't that

what happens when someone's
bound and tortured?

He was tortured.
But it was his choice.

So he was into S and M?

Yes. He enjoyed it.

Booth asked me to look
into Hutch's finances.

I found a lot
of big cash withdrawals

on the nights he wasn't home.

For his dominatrix.

Well, S and M is hip now
apparently.

50 Shades of Grey
is outselling Harry Potter.

Hutch,

h-he was a public figure.
I just...

I can't see him doing the deed
at home or in a hotel

or someplace
where he has no control.

Oh, you're good.

Give me a sec. Hutch had
a loan-out corporation,

and one of the assets was
an office space that's empty.

But for some reason he spent
six grand to soundproof it.

Looks like we found ourselves
a sex dungeon.

You want to tell Booth

or should I?

No, you call him.

It should come
from someone he trusts.

BOOTH:
It's creepy, right?

I mean, sex is about love,
not being tied up and beaten.

I disagree.
What?

Sex and violence are two
of humanity's most primal urges.

An amalgamation of them
is a logical by-product.

Bones, S and M isn't
a peanut butter cup.

It's not two great
tastes that go together.

You enjoy being bitten.

Bi... No, I don't.

When we make love,
sometimes I nibble your ear.

Your response is very positive
to say the least.

Look, a nibble is a lot
different an being whipped.

All degrees
of the same thing.

Look, I think the Inquisition,
you know, would've been

a lot different with
nibbling, if you ask me.

BOOTH (whistles):
Whoa, look at this place.

You could perform
Cirque Du Soleil in here.

There are many
possible murder weapons.

Whips, chains, nipple
clamps, Luna beads...

Ah, you sound excited
there, Bones.

Wha... I'm fascinated,
as a scientist.

Ooh.

Right. Okay.

You know, I can probably
get to two shades

of Grey, but I'm not
gonna be making 50.

I'll tell you that.
There should be

something here that could give
us cause of death.

Look at this in the chair,
it looks like dried blood.

This could potentially be
where he was murdered.

Mm-hmm.

Definitely blood.

Hmm.

BRENNAN:
Hmm.

I'm seeing a lot
of bodily fluid, as well.

No surprise there.

Everywhere, Booth.

They must have been
having sex as well.

At least he got
something out of it.

No, with the damage
to his testicles,

the sex would have
caused even more pain.

Right, right. Okay.

Well, if the dominatrix's DNA
is on file,

you know, I can bring her in.

MONTENEGRO: This is
a recreation of the victim.

Okay, can
we move close

into the
victim's skull.

Okay.

Now, I reevaluated
the cracked dentition

and nasal bone fractures
I found earlier.

Originally, I thought

that it was the result
of multiple strikes.

You think a single strike
did all this damage?

I hope so.

Now, it was so much
easier in Cuba

when we could just make up
the evidence we needed.

But since we don't
have that luxury,

please put a ball gag
into the victim's mouth.

Yeah. Uh...

A ball gag...

It's a common piece of
S and M paraphernalia,

but it wasn't
at his office.

I know what a ball gag is,

I just don't have
the graphic in my system.

Oh. How strange.

What about a golf ball?

What about a
squash ball?

That is a much more
accurate facsimile.

Oh, yeah. That's a great idea.

We had a guy die on a squash
court once-- so that's perfect.

I mean, it's
not perfect.

But it's... it's helpful for...

Yeah.
...this.

Okay,
squash-ball gag.

Now, simulate a strike
to the victim's face.

We don't yet have
a murder weapon,

but it's got to be something
flat and hard,

like a piece of tile,

but with
enough force

to fracture the
nasal bone.

Okay.

But it's not gonna be
enough to kill him.

Oh. But, look,
it did kill him.

The nasal bone fractures caused
the victim's nose

to swell and obstruct
the airway.

Right. Yes.

And with his nose swollen shut

and the ball gag in his mouth,

he would have suffocated.

We found cause of death.

But wait.

Why wouldn't the dominatrix
have removed the ball gag

and saved his life?

So, Ms. Skarsgard,

we found your DNA

in Hutch Whitehouse's...

what is it-- dungeon?

I'd call it a
fantasy space.

And of course you
found my DNA there.

I'm not a
housekeeper.

It was Hutch's
job to clean up.

Oh, fantasy space?

Right.

Last year you were arrested
on assault charges.

An angry wife.

I was defending myself.

Well, two angry wives,
it says here.

Wow, you really have
a penchant for violence.

Agent Booth, I'm a dominatrix.

If the rough stuff
bothered me,

I wouldn't be fit to do my job.

Both charges were dropped,
by the way.

Right, maybe not this time.

What is
this about?

Is Hutch pressing charges
or something?

No, Hutch is dead.

He choked on his ball gag

after being smashed
in the face.

Oh, my God.

You really thought
you could get away with it, huh?

You think that...

No. This would not
happen on my watch.

I'm a professional.

Oh, a professional. What, do you
guys have some kind of a union?

I'm a licensed
therapist.

I provided a safe,
reliable service.

Right, so you were
his, um...

(chuckles) ...therapist?
Yes.

Hutch felt great guilt
that he made his money

inciting the worst in people.
Oh,

and your beatings
helped him with that?

I never beat him.

He was disciplined,
which fulfilled

his need to feel punished.

Making progress, too.
I can't believe he's dead.

Progress?

Wow, what-what kind
of progress were you making?

Hutch was thinking
of quitting his show,

becoming a moderate,
a voice of reason.

Agent Booth, I swear, when
I left him he was fine.

He could have released himself
whenever he wanted to.

When you left him-- well,
you left him bound and gagged.

Abandonment was
important to Hutch.

But the handcuffs and restraints
I used had safety releases.

It was up to him to decide
when he had had enough.

I would never
harm a client.

Both distal tibias
and fibulas indicate

he visited this woman
quite frequently.

I should have ruled out
torture much earlier.

Both of us were deceived
by the evidence.

Now Booth needs
more evidence

to tie the dominatrix
to the crime.

Of course.

How is your husband?

Is it difficult for you

now that he has been back?

From prison?

Is this another
attempt to bed me?

Because Booth and I are fine.
No.

Not at all. I just know
the effects of trauma.

My brother was betrayed
by the police he worked with.

Like Booth.

Oh. I'm sorry,

I... I assumed you were...
Oh, please.

You're beautiful, I'm handsome,

misunderstandings like this
are common

between people such as us.

True.

Mm.

What happened to your brother?

Well, he had to learn
to accept that there were things

that were beyond his control.
That's part of life.

So he
accepted the

basic principles
of quantum physics.

He knows

nothing of physics.
But he accepted the basic

principles of the
Callan-Symanzik equation,

which states that expectations
will fail in a quantum world.

Thank you for
that, Dr. Fuentes.

I'm not sure what I did.

There's a tendon fiber
imbedded in the tibia.

I also found a gap
in the cortical bone

near where
the tendon attaches.

The victim was pulled
at the extremities

by a device like a rack.
Did you find

any such device in the
victim's S and M retreat?

No.

Which suggests
perhaps he was seeing

more than one dominatrix.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, yeah, okay.

Right, thanks.

Yeah, that was Bones.
She-She was

saying that the, uh, the body
was, uh, stretched or something.

You know? But it couldn't
have happened in that room.

You know, maybe it was...
was, uh, another dominatrix.

Yeah, or his wife.

No, no, not the wife.
She was out of town.

Yeah, but I talked to the
front desk clerk at the hotel

in Charlotte where she was
staying when he was killed.

And the alibi-- did it stick?
Yes and no.

Uh, we should bring
her in. And when we do,

I want to be there
for the interrogation.

Oh, you want to be there?

Well, you can't
always get what you want.

That's a Rolling Stones song.

You should keep playing that in
your head over and over again.

(laughs) You are an idiot,
you know that?

Excuse me?
Do you really think

you're gonna do
better than me?

You should get out while you can.
Look,

I know that what happened
to you is messed up.

And then what
happened to Sweets.

But remember

that Sweets trusted
me to work with you.

So when you treat
me like crap,

you're treating
Sweets like crap, too.

Here's everything I got
from talking to the hotel.

Good luck with the wife.

I don't know what the fuss
is all about-- so I requested

a ground floor room at my hotel.
Lots of people do that.

Right, but they usually don't
threaten the front desk until

they get that room. Why
was that so important?

I did not kill my husband.

Oh, no, you just wanted a room
right near the exit, right?

So, what, you could sneak
out, go to the movies

and come back without
anyone knowing?

I was in that hotel room
all night long.

That doesn't clear you,
you know? If you were

seeing another man, you're
gonna want your husband dead.

I was not having an affair.
That's how Hutch

dealt with his problems. I tried
to help him so that he wouldn't

have to get slapped around
or whatever

it was that he did.
So you know about the dominatrix?

I know that Hutch was miserable.

He hated the work he was doing.

I tried to help him,
but all he wanted was her.

Anger. Another motive.

That night...

I was dealing with things

my way.

I needed
that room

so that I could buy drugs

without anyone seeing me.

It would've ruined Hutch
if I got caught.

Drugs? Okay, I'm gonna need
the name of that dealer.

I don't know his name.
And it wouldn't

matter if I did, because
I don't have an alibi.

Not until 8:00 a.m.
the next morning.

You have to believe me.

I have a problem.

Yes, you have a problem.

And you have a big problem.

FUENTES:
I reevaluated

the tears to the victim's
tibias and fibulas.

The ones we thought
were caused by stretching?

Yes. The problem I discovered
was the lack of resistance

from any of the surrounding
tendons or cartilage.

I thought it was because
he was unconscious.

Even unconscious,
the body exhibits

an involuntary resistance
to injury.

Which is what I explained to the
good doctor. He had to be dead

for the injuries to occur.

So the stretching
was caused when his body

was moved under the
bridge for disposal.

Dragging wouldn't have
caused the injury.

But suspending him would,

if he was upside down
with his full weight

pulling his tendons taut.
So how does someone move

a man the size of a small
elephant? Well, I went back

and I checked our victim's socks
and the cuffs on his pants.

He really is quite brilliant.
As are you, Doctor.

Thank you.
I'm waiting.

Right, right.

So I found animal
hair. Some weasel,

but mostly white tail deer,
which at first was confusing,

'cause I thought, Bambi, why are
you an accomplice to a murder?

Of course.
The killer used

a deer hoist to move the victim.

That's right.
What is a deer hoist?

It, uh...
Hunters use them

in order to hang
and transport

the deer that they've
shot. But now

we got to figure out who uses...
We already have.

Hutch Whitehouse's producer
is a deer hunter.

So we recovered Hutch's
blood from your truck.

I'm a hunter, there's no secret

about that. If you found blood,
it would have been deer blood.

I loved Hutch.

Based on
your views

of climate change, I know
that science is not your forte,

but trust me, the blood work
is incontrovertible.

Well, maybe, uh,
someone took my truck.

It was the middle
of the night.

You seriously want
to go with that?

'Cause the prosecutor
is gonna make

your life a living hell
if you go with that story, pal.

Fine.

I admit it. I did it.

I disposed of the body,
but I did not kill Hutch.

Why would I?
Why? Because Hutch was gonna quit.

Okay, and he wasn't following
your little party line.

Please.

There never was any party line.

That was just a way
of making money.

Hutch would have been
a damn Bolshevik

if it paid well enough.

So would I.
Oh, that gives you

a good motive.

You were going
to lose advertisers.

So I'm guilty of being a
money-grubbing hypocrite.

If that's against the law, then,

throw me in jail,
throw away the key,

but everything else
that I told you was the truth.

After I got his message,
went to his house.

Have it out with
him... verbally.

But he wasn't there.

So I called Miriam.

Wait a second.
You talked to his wife?

Yeah. She told me
about his other place.

And that is where
I found him.

Dead.

Handcuffs, leather, ball gag.
It was revolting.

I could not let the cops
Because it would have

destroyed your station.

Yeah.
BRENNAN: So you dressed him

in his regular clothes and
took him to the storm drain.

How was I supposed to know
that he wouldn't fit?

Again,

science and math would have
helped you a great deal.

Okay, so the producer told us

he threw these down
another storm drain.

The good news is,
the bag was tied shut,

so the evidence is pristine.

There's lots of
blood on this stuff.

Probably from Hutch,
but I can see

if any of it came
from the killer.

Oh, there's a shard of something
imbedded in the ball gag.

May I?
Mm-hmm.

It's a splinter from a fractured
upper left central incisor.

Wow, it would have taken
a lot of force

to break it off
and imbed it in the bone.

More than a blow from a fist.
I believe so, yes.

I am going to measure
the width of the shard,

and perhaps we can build
a profile of the weapon.

7.5 millimeters.

And the ancillary fractures,

I determined the length of what
struck him was 123 millimeters.

So, he was hit
with something

roughly the size
of a pack of cards?

Let me see the tooth.

Looks like there's some kind
of trace on it.

(computer whirring and chirping)

Yeah, there's, like, an
accumulation of textile fibers.

Lint. It's simpler
to say "lint."

Right. Okay, so we're looking
for something

hard enough to crack bone,

about the size
of a deck of cards,

plus lint.
The killer

could have been carrying
something in his pocket.

A cell phone?

MONTENEGRO:
I was isolating

the ambient noise
on the voice mail,

trying to figure out where Hutch
was when he placed this call.

It wasn't his
S and M room?

It should have been
to fit in with the timeline,

but, no, it wasn't.

I'm so impressed you were able
to pinpoint an exact location

from a handful
disparate sounds

Uh, actually,
I-I couldn't do that.

Oh.

No need to worry.

You are still a valued
member of our team.

I'm not finished yet, sweetie.

A twist? Please continue.

So, uh, I realized

that I shouldn't
have been focusing

on the background noise at all,
but rather, the message itself.

Hmm.

HUTCH:
Hey, Bob, it's Hutch.

I'm not feeling too well,
so I won't be coming in.

I'll call you later on.

Now, listen to this sound file
that I pulled off Hutch's show.

Hello, caller. This is Hutch.

What's your question?

Same person.
That's not a twist.

Well, it's not
the same person.

That is a twist.
Listen to this.

MAN:
Hey, caller, let me tell you why

the right is dead wrong
when it comes to guns.

Well, that doesn't sound
anything like the victim.

It's the victim's co-host,
Alan Spaziano.

Now look what happens
when I run all three recordings

through the voice
recognition software.

So, I found clear deviations

on the pitch and tone in
both of Hutch's voice files.

But the pitch and tone were

a perfect match
for Alan Spaziano.

Spaziano pretended
to be Hutch

in order to obfuscate
time of death?

And to give himself
an airtight alibi.

Uh, Bones, come on.

Spaziano's waiting.
You ready to go in?

I'm not going in.

Whoa. What do you mean
you're not going in?

You're not needed
at the lab, okay?

You have everything
we need to nail him.

I agree. I've gone over all

the forensic evidence
with Agent Aubrey.

Remember it's pronounced
"Albi-cans," not "kahn."

What if I just say "thrush"?

No, no. I will not have
my science dumbed down

just because you don't
know Latin, is that clear?

Excuse me for one second.
I need to talk to you.

What?

You're not a shrink, okay?

Just stick to bones
and stuff that you know.

I am using what
I know Booth.

As an anthropologist, I
understand the danger inherent

in making your
world too small.

After times of national
trauma, many countries

become isolationist.

It happened in Japan
with the sakoku policy,

the United States
after World War I.

Would you stop? This is not
time for a history lesson.

There is someone in there
we need to interrogate.

Now let's...

BRENNAN:
This is precisely the time.

Those countries needed
time to rebuild,

but then, eventually, they
had to reengage and recognize

that they had allies
they could trust.

You do, too. You can
trust him, Booth.

I know a good man
when I see one.

I picked you, didn't I?

I'll meet you at home.

(sighs)

Yup, yup, I know.

Back to my desk.

Would you get your ass
in here, okay?

What was it, uh, "kahn"?
Right? Is that what she said?

No, cans, cans, cans, cans.
Cans.

BOOTH: Look, we know that the
call from Hutch was

actually you.
(laughs airily)

I was just messing
with Bob.

I mean, that's all.

You can't arrest me
because I can do voices.

True. That's why we
arrested you for murder.

Why would I kill Hutch? Without
him, my career is finished.

Well, I couldn't agree
with you more, right?

Which is why you used
your cell phone to video

Hutch in his S and M gear.
So you could

blackmail him,
force him to stay on the show.

What you didn't realize was

the handcuffs had
a safety release.

When Hutch saw you,
he freed himself and attacked.

That's when you struck him in
the face with your cell phone,

causing Hutch to drown
in his own blood.

You have no proof of anything
you just said.

BOOTH:
Oh, no. Actually, we do.

Right? I mean, we found bacteria
on the victim's tooth

that was transferred
from your phone.

Disgusting fact-- cell
phones carry ten times

more bacteria
than a toilet seat.

Your wife is a
fountain of information.

Yup. Among the bacteria we
found was one called Candida

albicans. It causes
blotches on the gums.

Look, all we got to do is just
swab your gums, match your DNA,

and that's all
the proof we need.

It was an accident.

I didn't know
that he was going to attack me.

I was trying to save my job.

I'm not a violent person.

I'm anti-guns.

I'm against the death penalty.

This is not who I am.

It was an accident!

(door opens)

It was an...
it was an accident.

♪ I got you... ♪

BRENNAN:
DNA is a match,

so conviction is assured.

All right, so, since you
weren't in interrogation,

you're not gonna get one of
these, I don't think, huh?

Us sharing a celebratory drink
is never contingent

on my presence
at time of arrest.

Besides, I'm not sure you...

I want whatever it is
you're making.

Let me give you a little
taste. You're gonna love it.

It's called a B&B.

Oh. You named it after us?

Beer and bourbon.

I'm kidding.

Just, go ahead, try it out.
You'll love it, all right?

Just expand your world.

That's excellent.
It's excellent, right?

I-I mean, 'cause
it's got a little...

It's got some
tequila in there.

A little ginger beer, some
creme DE cassis. I mean,

it's-it's a weird combination,
but it works somehow.

Like us.

Like us. Shake it, baby.

(laughing)
(knocking)

Are you expecting someone?

No. Are you?

No.

Aubrey, come on in.
I come bearing gifts.

Or gift actually.
I wasn't sure

if you guys were
wine drinkers,

but I, uh, just wanted
to say thanks

to both of you
for letting me join the team.

Uh, means a lot.
Look at that, huh?

Wow, a whole $9.99 worth.

Which is a lot
given his salary.

Very understanding.

Come on in, huh? I'll make
you a drink. Come on.

I'm good. I'm good.

Yeah, I can be obnoxious
when I drink, you know.

Don't want to screw up
a good thing here, so,

just gonna
take it slow.

Yeah. See you tomorrow.

Yeah. Tomorrow.

BRENNAN:
Thank you.

Good night.

(door closes) You know what?
You were right about him.

He was good.

I mean, he is good.

You know what he told me?

He thinks you're the best
agent in the department.

And I agreed with him.

Oh, okay, so that's
how you want it now.

I get it. You in the lab,
me out in the field with him.

Was he that good?

Yeah. You know
what? He was good.

And of course,
I handpicked him.

But we're still partners.

You still need me, right?

Oh, someone sounds
a little insecure.

Are you teasing me?

No. What? Am I? No.

Stop, Booth. Just make me
another drink.

Another drink?

Stop, Booth!
Come on.

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