All language subtitles for Bones S11E09 The Cowboy in the Contest

Oh.

You made coffee.

Mm-hmm.

And you are in my robe.

I stopped walking around
naked about 20 years ago.

And started cross-dressing?

Mm-mm.

Mm.

Work?

Yeah. A body
was found

on parklands
in western Virginia.

It's being brought
back to the lab.

Can I see you later?

Don't be so worried.

I simply like you.

And I
really like this robe.

How do you feel
about cauliflower?

Roasted? Yeah, that's good.
Boiled? Ugh.

That's disgusting.
So, what are you doing

over there?
Oh, meal planning.

I figured, as long as
you're driving me to work,

we might as well use
the time productively.

Or we could listen to sports talk.
On to scheduling.

Hank has a doctor's
appointment on the 12th.

Will he get shots?
Vaccines, yes,

which means
he might be cranky.

One of us should plan
to go in late that day.

Then there's
Christine's field trip.

Permission slip's in the glove
compartment. I can turn it in.

Okay.

Booth, are you looking
at motorcycles?

Yeah, just a few,
you know, for fun.

You are not buying a motorcycle.
You can't just decide that.

I accept the inherent
risks of our jobs.

Why take on
additional ones?

I'd wear a helmet.

Broken clavicle,

shattered pelvis, compound
fractures of the femur...

Okay, I get it.

Well, I'll say one thing
about the victim--

at least he died
with his boots on.

He was bound.
Unclear whether it was

before or after he was killed.
Nuchal crest

and supraorbital margin
confirm male.

Significant texturing
on the sternal rib ends

suggests he was
in his mid-30s.

And... quite a smoker.

Take a look at the discoloration
on the remaining lung tissue.

Staphylinidae maturity

puts time of death
at approximately 26 days ago.

Wow, he was out there for weeks.

And cause of death
is pretty clear:

multiple gunshot wounds
to the torso,

one most likely hitting
the inferior vena cava,

and another,

possibly the liver.
He bled out.

Dr. Hodgins,
will you take a look

at the residue around
these gunshot wounds?

Oh, wow, that looks like

black gunpowder. Yeah.

I mean, I'll run it through
the mass spec to be sure,

but it's rarely used now.

It was more common
in the early 1900s.

There's
an antemortem fracture

on the left mandible.

Remodeling puts it
at about five years ago.

Also, Cam,

I found these hairs on
the victim's clothing.

Based on the width

of the medulla, uh,
it's horsehair.

Plus, I found
leather particulates

on the victim's
forehead.

Let me guess--
cowboy hat?

You said it,
not me.

Angela says
her facial reconstruction

should be finished shortly.

And I've almost completed
the initial evaluation,

so I can write up my notes
for you before I leave.

Leave? Why are you leaving?

Well, Dr. Hodgins

has been requesting

a microplate fluorometer,
and in order to make it work,

I had to make

a few cutbacks, including...

intern hours.
It'll only be

for two weeks, and I will
be eternally grateful.

Well...
I do understand the importance

of functional equipment.
The victim has

pronounced muscle attachments
in the proximal and distal phalanges

on the right index finger.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

His trigger finger?

His right hand does
show dominance, so yes.

Also, there are signs

of osteoarthritis

in the right shoulder.

Those markers combined

could suggest
heavy firearms use.

Plus,
the jaw injury

Ms. Wick found earlier

could have been the result
of kickback

from a shotgun.
Okay, is there anything

about this guy that
doesn't scream cowboy?

Yeah. How about the fact

that he was an accountant?

Uh, Stanley Belridge, 34.

- He's not exactly a cowboy.
- No.

So why does it look like he
was killed at the O.K. Corral?

♪ Bones 11x09 ♪
The Cowboy in the Contest
Original Air Date on December 10, 2015

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Stanley
Harris Belridge.

Lived in Baltimore, Maryland.
No family in the vicinity.

Not many friends.
Reported missing

by his supervisor at work.
I'm sorry, two weeks ago?

Wait, the guy's been dead
for almost a month--

what's the Baltimore PD saying?
That, uh, missing adults

aren't exactly a priority
on their to-do list.

And there's a body,

and it wasn't found in
their jurisdiction...

They have generously
turned it over to us.

Fine. I'll take a look at it.
Thanks, Aubrey.

I'll go talk to the supervisor.
Yeah.

Dr. Brennan is...

letting
you get a motorcycle?

Do me a favor. Just turn around,
walk out of the office, all right?

Okay. Walking.
Just get out of the office.

Just go to your office.

Wow. Stanley's dead?
Really?

Really. Why'd it take you so
long to report him missing?

Well, I-I barely knew the guy.
I figured someone else would.

But no one ever called
the office, so...

Did he have any conflicts
with coworkers, clients?

Well, it's
an accounting firm.

Not an especially dangerous
place to work.

Well, I'm gonna send
a team of techs over

to gather up his files, computer.
Oh, hang on. Uh...

we deal with personal
financial data--

it's all very sensitive.

So you'll need a warrant.

So I'll get one.

Soil samples from the
victim's boot treads

do not match soil
samples from the scene.

So we have a body dump.
Yep.

What's all this?
Oh, this is where

the victim was before he died--
the Frontier Games.

It's a weekend-long,
role-playing,

Old-West-style
shooting competition.

Fun! Sign me up.

It's held once a month
on a private campground

owned by Francine

and Luke Nichols.
Hey, check it out.

There's our victim.

Slow Burn Stanley?

Okay, now, that is awesome.

Well, that explains
the horsehair.

What about those guns?

Are they vintage?
Yes, all of them are.

It's part of the rules
of the competition.

Look at the
final score.

Stanley won.

It's a $10,000 prize.

So our motive could be robbery.

Wait a second.
But if the victim died

26 days ago and this event
takes place once a month,

then that should mean...
The next Frontier Games

will be taking place
this weekend.

Why do I have a feeling
Booth already knows this?

Undercover?
Seriously?

Well, the likely suspects
are the participants. Look.

85% of the competitors

are repeat guests...

from all over
the Eastern Seaboard.

Which is exactly why
we have to go undercover.

Because if we don't, we're gonna
have to coordinate branches

in seven different states,
we're never gonna find the suspects...

Oh. You just want
to dress up

and play cowboy for the weekend.
Yeah, well, if I can do that

and solve a crime, why,
who wouldn't want to do that?

Do you have a problem with that?
Definitely not.

In fact, I think that
I should probably go with you.

I haven't been on a horse
in a while, but I would love

to hit the trails.
It's not a dude ranch,

Aubrey, it's a shooting competition.
I can also play

every great cowboy song there is
on my guitar,

and that could be helpful.

How could that
possibly be helpful?

You know what?
Best you just stay here, okay?

I'm afraid I can't
leave the lab.

I don't have an intern
this weekend,

and there's still a great deal
of work to be done

with the remains.
Fine, then I'll do it alone, Wanda.

Oh. Is that something you
guys do, split up like that?

Well...
it's hardly splitting up.

Nah.
And if Agent Booth feels

that is the best way
to solve the case, then...

he should do it.

Giddyap!

I found damage to the neural
arches on at least two

of the victim's
cervical vertebrae...

I thought you were
Dr. Saroyan.

So, what is this I'm hearing

about Booth going undercover
without you?

I'll admit,
I find it a bit strange.

But then again, I find a lot
of Booth's behavior strange

these days.
Meaning what?

Well, first he wanted a Jet Ski.

Now he's looking at motorcycles.
He's only recently

recovered from being shot,
and he wants to...

put his life in danger for...

I don't know what.

Yeah, I think I do.

Excitement.
Basically,

what you're saying is...

our life together
has become routine,

and... Booth needs
to have some fun.

I'm saying that both of you
need to have some fun.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Howdy!

Hey, there, Nugget.

Who's this handsome fella
you got on your back?

Big River Buck.

Pleased to make your
acquaintance, ma'am.

I'm Fancy Pants Franny,
one of the proprietors

- of this here establishment.
- Yeah, and I am

High Card Luke, her worser half.
Right.

How was your ride, Buck?

It was good.
Glad to hear it.

You done much
target shooting, Buck?

Oh, a bit. Looks like
Slow Burn Stanley there

is the one to beat.
Oh, well, you're in luck,

because I don't think
he's coming this month.

- Why's that?
- No clue,

but he sure will be missed.

Bit jumpy there, eh, Buck?

Sure you can handle this?

Don't worry about me, Luke--
I can handle myself.

All right.

You busy?
Hey. I was just looking

at some bearberry foliage.

It's all over the
victim's clothing,

suggesting that he fell into
a patch of bushes, so...

What's up?

You're not getting that
microplate fluorometer.

At least not this month.
Wh-Why not?

Cam said...
I convinced Cam

to pay Daisy double-time
to come in

over the weekend.

Brennan had to leave.

Which leads me

to the next item.
Christine and Hank

will be staying with us
over the weekend.

Great!

I mean, Hank sleeps
through the night by now, right?

I don't...
No, I don't think so.

Just consider it practice.
Practice?

For what?

Angela?

♪ ♪

Fellas.

I got room for you!

Allow me
to introduce myself, ma'am.

Marshal Glen Gold Dust.

Hello. I'm Wild Card Wanda.

Quickest draw in all of Bony Ridge.

Something funny
over there, stranger?

Nope.
And you are?

Big River Buck.

Notorious highwayman.
Highwayman, huh?

Guess that makes you and me
natural enemies.

But seriously, it's-it's both
your first times here, right?

I mean, I've been
coming for years, so if ya'll

need anything, just ask me.

Especially you, Wanda.

I could use a root beer.

Well, that is coming right up.

Much obliged.

What are you doing here?
Being unexpected

and exciting.

And solving a murder,
of course.

That's great and all,
but you do realize

that you just introduced
us as strangers.

What are we gonna do now?
We'll figure it out.

There's not much that's

routine about
this situation, is there?

Wild Card Wanda?

Mm-hmm.
Wanda,

uh, Buck,
this here's Sweet Rose Sadie.

Railroad heiress.

- Ma'am.
- Hey, Beau, come on over here.

How you doing? You get
to see your kids this month?

Yeah, I managed
to put a little money together,

pay everything off.

Mm, that is wonderful.
I see we have

some new competition.
Mm-hmm.

I'm Kentucky Loco Beau.

Hey, you guys see
Stan's not here?

Well, I'll miss him.

But I got to say...
God bless you, Stan,

'cause now maybe one of us
has got

a shot at the win.
Hear, hear.

To Slow Burn Stan.

Cheers.

I really appreciate you being
so flexible, Ms. Wick.

It's no problem.

I can use the overtime
for Lance's college fund.

Have you started
extracting the bullets yet?

I was just about to.
There's one embedded

here in the
L4 vertebra.

And another one here,
in the articular facet

of the vertebral tenth rib.

Ms. Wick, can you take a look
at the left ilium?

Is that a nick
or a defect?

It's a nick,
perimortem.

Damage consistent with that
of another gunshot.

Must have been
a through and through.

The exit wound would have been
extremely close to the ilium.

Have Hodgins swab it.

It may provide clues
to the actual murder site.

Hey, I just got

off the phone
with Sebastian Kohl,

who said he left some
stuff on my porch

because he was in the area.

Who's Sebastian?
Uh, shouldn't you

be working?
He's a gorgeous,

smart, very successful
photographer

who does not live
anywhere near me.

However, Cam does.

Which means the
reason that he was

in my area is because
he had just

been in your area.

Are you
seeing someone,

Dr. Saroyan?
No.

I mean, yes.
But it means nothing.

Uh, it means nothing.

All right, now,
this here event is called

the Great Bank Robbery.

First up, Big River Buck.

One pistol, five rounds.
Shooter ready?

Ready, ma'am.
Give the cue, the clock will start.

You're surrounded
by rangers,

you yellow-bellied cowards.

Two out of five targets,
6.25 seconds.

You shot the bank teller
that you were trying to protect.

That penalty's gonna cost you.

Better luck on the next event.
What do you got?

That guy you wanted me
to look into--

uh, Kentucky what's-his-face--

his name's Robert Macintosh,

lives in Pennsylvania.
Recently paid off

$6,000 in delinquent
child support in cash.

There's nothing suspicious
about that.

There's no cell phones in
the communal areas, Buck.

It isn't in the spirit
of the games.

I'm just finishing up.

Next up, Wild Card Wanda.

Shooter ready?

Waiting on
your cue.

You're surrounded
by rangers,

you yellow-bellied coward.

Five out of five targets,
4.8 seconds.

Well, I'll be damned.

I think I'm falling in love.

♪ ♪

Hey. All I'm finding on
the victim's computer

are boring
accounting docs,

so think I'm
gonna figure out

how to rearrange
those car seats.

Yeah, um, Angie, do you
have something to tell me?

Oh... I'm not pregnant.

Wow, you look

way too relieved.
What? No, no,

it's just... Come on, we haven't

really talked about this yet.

But you know I've always
wanted a big family.

I think we need
to think about this.

Okay. I will.
I promise.

Okay.

Let me know if you need help
with the car seats.

Yeah, all four of them.
I'm sor...

Uh, uh, four?
Yeah,

I told Daisy we'd take Lance
for a few hours

so she could go shopping.

There you go.

Thank you.

That was some nice
shooting out there, Wanda.

You know, you made the board.

Oh, thank you.

I noticed your limp.

Are you hurt?
Oh, that.

No, I fell off my horse
about a month ago. Guess it just

didn't heal right.
You should consider

an anterior hip replacement.
I knew it.

You're a doctor
or something, right?

Me? No, I-I'm-I'm...

Oh, you... I get it.

Here, you're Wild Card Wanda,

that's it.

Yeah, uh, so

Aubrey says they got a lead
on an abandoned car

at a bus station
right around here.

Could be our victim.

Hodgins is working on
particulate evidence

from the dump site.

You're not doing
very well, Booth.

You didn't even
make the board.

I'm not even trying.

Right.
Miss Wanda,

would you care to accompany me
to the barbecue?

Why, yes, that
sounds lovely.

Ah.

Techs confirmed the car
that was found at the bus stop

did belong to the victim.
No sign of forced entry

or struggle.
His bags, weapons,

and all other
weekend paraphernalia were

still inside of his trunk.
Abandoned by the killer?

Looks that way.

I'll bring the forensic samples
and all the other contents

by the Jeffersonian once I take
a look. Oh, and get this--

the, uh, prize check
that he won for the $10,000,

it's still inside of his bag.

Mm. There goes
our robbery motive.

We've got some info
about the murder site.

Hodgins found microscopic
splinters of wood

from a Douglas fir inside

the victim's gunshot wounds.
Douglas fir doesn't grow

around those parts of Virginia.

Yeah, the splinters were coated

with phenol formaldehyde resin,

soda ash, organic pigment
and calcium carbonate.

Hodgins said they could be
painted plywood.

I'll give Booth a call,
see what he thinks.

What are you eating?

Oh, ribs,

brisket, corn,
cornbread, slaw.

Fries.
I heard Booth and Brennan

were having a barbecue,
got a little bit jealous.

Uh, yeah, I can tell.

Hey, did Dr. Brennan

say what kind of
barbecue it was--

Kansas City style, Alabama?

Uh, she's a vegetarian,

Aubrey.
I'm guessing something with

a vinegar base, mustardy,
maybe sweet tomato.

I need to call

Dr. Brennan.
Are we done here?

Personal favorite:

Santa Maria style.
I mean,

the magic that happens between

a fire and a piece of tri-tip...

Hello?

Hey. Psst.

I got your text.
You found something?

Extra flats.
Painted plywood.

Surrounded by bearberry plants.
Yeah.

One of the victim's wounds
was a through and through,

meaning if he was shot
against these flats,

the bullet would still be here.

Yeah, but they're riddled with
bullets, so use that, uh, there

magic light of yours so...
see if we can find anything.

Hopefully we'll find one
with human tissue on it.

- We found the murder site.
- Got it?

Yes.
Yes!

What's... Uh, hey, I saw you

at the barbecue
earlier with Glen.

I mean...
I'm sorry, but what are you

trying to do-- you trying
to make me jealous or something?

No, I'm just... I'm behaving

in a non-routine manner.
Yeah, but why?

Because.

Hello. I'm a wild card.

I'm full of fun and surprises.

I'm Wild Card Wanda, baby.

That was Franny.

Why is she following us?

Francine Nichols?
The Frontier Games owner?

Yup. I've been
looking for a motive,

and I think I might have
found something.

This was in
the victim's car.

A book about starting
your own business.

Along with a bunch of

real estate fliers,
all for large, rural properties.

And check out
the notes on them.

"Neighbors might be too close
for gun noise."

"Easy to find from airport
for out-of-towners."

Stanley wanted to start
his own Frontier Games?

That's what
Booth and I are thinking.

Now, Franny comes from money,
so it's not about that.

But Dr. Brennan said she
broke her hip recently.

She couldn't have
done this on her own.

Well, that is where
Beau Macintosh comes in.

You remember that
money that he used

to pay off his child support?
Of course.

I'm tracing it now, but it seems

about the going rate
for an accomplice.

- What...
- Hey, uh, hi.

Oh, um, sorry
we're late.

Christine found
Michael Vincent's face paint,

and we just lost
track of time.

- It's a long story.
- Well, you're just in time.

Agent Aubrey brought over the
contents of the victim's car.

So, Angela--

or should I say
Speedy Bandita?

These look like more of the
victim's work documents.

For you, Toxic Cat Man...
Really?

...this box has the forensic
samples that the FBI techs

removed from
the car.

And, since you're all
here, can you help me

take these guns into
the autopsy room?

Sebastian.

Can you put this...

Yeah.

Well, now that
you're unarmed...

What are you doing here?
I'm on my way to the gallery.

The weather's meant to be lovely
tonight, and I was considering

taking a stroll
around the reflecting pool.

Care to join me?

Oh, I'm not...

I'm having so much fun
with you, Sebastian.

I mean, truly,
this has been a gift.

But a... a walk.

I think I understand.

Sorry.

Is this the victim's
left mandible?

Upon reexamination,
I found perimortem,

interosseous bruising
and subchondral lesions.

Which were obscured by

his antemortem remodeling.

He was punched.

Astute observation, Ms. Wick.

Thank you.

Ask Dr. Hodgins to review
his initial particulate samples.

Consider it done.

Thank you.
Psst. Hey!

Okay, look,
I was right, okay?

Aubrey says
that Franny's the one

that's been giving Beau
all the money.

And Daisy said the victim was
punched before he was shot.

Booth.

I feel so foolish.

Why do you feel so foolish?

All of this, all of it!
Ah.

It's so irrational. I mean,
how could I think that

flirting with another
man and besting you

at a game of skill would
have a positive effect

on our relationship?
Wait a second.

First of all,
if you think I'm worried

about you running off
with some doughy guy

who's dressed in some
U.S. Marshal's outfit

that's way too tight,
you're wrong.

Secondly, besting me?

I'm a trained sniper.

I could win this competition
blindfolded.

The only reason
I'm not doing it is 'cause

I don't want
to raise any eyebrows.

I'm not so sure
about that, Booth.

You're used to cutting-edge weapons.

Cowboy shooting requires a
different sort of finesse.

You really think you can beat me
in this competition?

Oh.

I am beating you, Booth.
Okay, well...

Booth, look.

What?
Look.

You should follow them.
Aren't you gonna come with me?

No, no! We're
together too much.

It's, uh, getting suspicious.

Wait. Oh, I understand
what you want to do.

I see it. I get it.

You want to stay here
and work on your lasso

for the cattle rustling event.

All right, I get it,
I get it.

Well, guess what,
Wild Card Wanda.

You're going down.

They're beautiful,
aren't they?

I've wanted one since I was a kid.
What, the horses?

Franny's always nice enough to
let me ride 'em when I'm here.

Right. Speaking of Franny,
I've been looking for her.

I thought I saw her
somewhere around here.

Check out back.

She's probably
sneaking a cigarette.

Franny smokes?
Don't tell Luke.

He thinks she quit.

He'd kill her if he found out.

Right, right.

I have something for you.

The murder weapon.

A Civil-War-era
Spencer carbine.

We don't even have a
suspect in custody.

Wait a second.

This is the victim's.

Yup. Caliber's a match,
ballistics confirm it.

Do we know who had access to it?
Well,

from what Booth says,
pretty much everyone.

It's a trusting place.

People leave their gun carts
outside, on their porches.

Even someone who
wasn't a contestant

could get on the
property, no problem.

Bones.

Wanda.

All right, Franny
wasn't following us.

How do you know?

Have you been smoking?

Investigating. Oh, look,
I didn't inhale, okay?

Look, my gut is telling me that
Franny and Beau are clean.

Based on evidence,

or some nicotine-fueled flash of insight?
They're friends.

They hang out together.
They're smoking buddies.

What about the rival business?
It wasn't a rival, okay?

She was looking to expand, but
I did find out something else.

What?
Well, they said that

Stan was smoking like
a chimney last month.

You know, like he had
something on his mind.

Did he say what it was?

Well, they said that
it was work-related.

Okay, Big River Buck, you're up.

Watch and learn, Wanda.

Guns ready?
Ready.

- Waiting on your cue.
- You think you can take

my family's cattle, Shorty?

Go ahead and try.

12 out of 12, 20.9 seconds.

Well, I'll be darned, Buck,
you finally kicked it into gear!

Yup.

See that, Wanda?

Wow.

You are the least squinty
of all of us,

and you're literally
sitting in here squinting.

Yeah, it's just weird.

None of the documents
from Stanley's car seem

to be on his hard drive.
That is weird.

I'm gonna run a software
recovery program,

see if maybe some of
them were deleted.

What's on the tray?
Oh, yeah.

So, I found trace amounts of
turpentine on the victim's jaw,

so I've been analyzing
various formulations

to try and find a match,

and I think that I
actually got one there.

"Venice turpentine."

I've used that for-for painting.
Really?

Well, it's primarily used on
horses to repair cracked hooves.

But, yeah, no, it's got,
like, a zillion other uses.

Ooh, hey.

There are the documents.

They were deleted from
the victim's hard drive,

and recently.

How recently?
After he was killed.

Yes, I did delete these
files, but that's it.

I didn't kill the guy.

Well, then, what were you
trying to hide?

Nothing.

I mean, nothing serious.

For Stanley, but for me...

If there is anything that'll
make the flashing red arrow

that says "killer"
stop pointing at your head,

I suggest you spit it out.

Okay. These documents,

the accounts--
they were mine.

I was forcing Stanley
to do my work for me.

Why?

I was trying to finish my novel.

I told Stanley,
if he helped me,

I would recommend
him for a promotion.

But when he disappeared...

Listen, you're gonna
help us out any way you can,

maybe I won't tell your boss about this.
Of course.

Yeah, I'll do anything.
I can't get fired.

Well, not until I'm published,
I mean, and then...

Is that the neurocranium?

I'm still trying
to explain the neck trauma.

The damage may be microscopic.

A large number of microfractures
together could cause

heavy internal bleeding.

Do you think...?

Dr. Brennan,
are you still there?

Oh, I'm here.

I'm just preparing to outshoot
Agent Booth at High Noon.

I suggest you do
a microscopic analysis

of the frontal bone via
cross sections, one cell thick.

I'll get started right away.

Um, go get 'em, Dr. Brennan.

The name's Wild Card Wanda now,
Ms. Wick.

And I will.

Jim Shao says

that all the documents
concern the same company:

a Clementine Construction.
Huh.

Is that one of the clients
he tried to pawn off on Stanley?

Exactly. No idea why the victim
was so interested in it, but

Jim gave us the
tax I.D. number

and the SBA form, so let's see
what we can dig up.

Yeah, okay.

You ever ride a horse, Angela?

Uh... yeah, a couple times.

Oh, beautiful
thing, isn't it?

The communion
between man and beast,

moving together as one

in the fog, thick as a blanket.

The sound of his breath.

Maybe it's yours.

Oh, hey, uh, I think
I got something here.

The Social Security number

on these documents-- it's fake.

The person who founded the
company doesn't actually exist.

Meaning Clementine
Construction is a front.

But for what?

Are you okay
in here, Ms. Wick?

What's all this?

I'm studying the frontal
bone in microslices.

Lots and lots and
lots of microslices.

Huh. Care to elaborate?

I'm looking for trauma
that would explain

the internal hemorrhaging
in the neurocranium.

And I found it.
Boy, did I find it.

Microfractures?
I'm so overwhelmed

by the sheer number that I can't
seem to figure it out.

Ask Angela for help once
she gets back from the FBI.

If she scans in your data, she
might be able to use a program

that could help discern
possible patterns.

That's a great idea. Thank you.

Dr. Saroyan, I
didn't mean to, but

I heard you outside the
bone room earlier with that man.

Oh. Um...

that was private.
I know.

And I know it's absolutely
none of my business,

but I understand how hard it is

to open your heart again...
after a loss.

It takes time, and

it takes courage,

but at some point,
you have to risk it.

If you don't, you just...

shrink a little inside.

Thank you, Daisy.

That means a lot
coming from you.

Nine out of 12, 23.2 seconds.

Seen the scoreboard?

You're tied all the way up
in tenth place.

Tied with whom?

That Buck fella,
believe it or not.

He came out of nowhere
with his last couple of rounds.

All right, Wild Card Wanda,
come on up here, girl.

- You're next.
- Shot pattern

is two sweeps and a loop.

Ready when you are.

I'm coming for you,
you mangy bunch of curs!

And hell's coming with me!

12 out of 12, 18.8 seconds.

Think you can top that?

All right.

I'm coming for you,

you mangy curs, and
hell's coming with me.

12 out of 12, 16.7 seconds.

Unbelievable! I believe

that is the best we've ever seen
here at the Frontier Games.

That's impossible.

He's cheating.

He's not.

Clementine Construction
only had

one client,
and guess who it was.

- Frontier Games, Limited.
- Aha.

I guess now we know why
Stanley was so interested.

Have you talked to Booth yet?

Yeah, he says
he's seen absolutely

no sign of construction
anywhere on the property,

but I'm headed there now.

To the Frontier Games?

Why? I'm sure Booth has
everything under control.

I just... I got a bad feeling.

I think I should be nearby.

Are you sure it's not

because you're a little jealous?

Don't insult me, Dr. Saroyan.

There is something
that we are still missing,

and whatever it is
got Stanley killed.

But I'll admit,

I am wearing a poncho.

Congratulations, Wanda.

Third place.
Thank you.

Yeah. Hey, I got you
a little something

to remember this weekend by.
Oh.

Some of the Old West.

I saw how you were admiring
these when you first arrived.

Painted by High
Card Luke himself.

Oh, that is so thoughtful
of you. Thank you.

You know, I was
thinking, um,

maybe I could
call you sometime.

Before you answer,

I'm gonna get us some drinks.
I'll be right back.

Hey, everyone. Uh, Franny
and I want to thank you all

for joining us this weekend.
And now I'd like y'all

to pick a partner
for this very special song.

It's my husband's
favorite.

And just because I can't
dance so good these days

doesn't mean
you shouldn't. All right?

All these paintings,
Luke did them.

Well, that's great.
Well, whoever punched the victim

had turpentine on his hands.

Turpentine
can be used

as a glazing medium
for oil paint.

Wait a second. This song...

It's "My Darling,
Clementine."

That's it.
Clementine Construction

is Luke, you understand?

He was embezzling money
from his wife.

Stanley must have figured it
out, threatened to expose him,

Luke killed him. Let's go.

Uh, we make a great team,
don't we?

Still think you could take me
at target shooting?

Well, with practice.
Booth, do you still think

that our life together is routine?
Come on.

Why would you think that?
I would never think that.

Why else do you want
a motorcycle?

Why do birds fly, Bones?
Because it's cool.

That's not why birds fly.
Come here, you.

Oh.

Oh!

There is a code
among cowboys, Buck!

Now, I-I told you
from the start, dang it,

I-I had my eyes set on Wanda.

Calm down.

It's not what you think.

I don't need to think.
I have eyes.

And I have free will,
which means

you can't actually fight
over me.

That's right. So just take
a step back there, Marshal.

Oh, you just made
a mistake.

Whoa, watch out.

Uh-oh. Look out!

Oh, nice one!

Hey. Thanks, Bones.

Aubrey, what are you doing here?
Isn't it obvious?

I'm your posse!

That's it!

We got a
zero-tolerance policy

here on fighting! I'm sorry,

but, Glen, Buck,
you're both disqualified.

I don't think so.
There's a new sheriff in town,

and his name
is Special Agent Seeley Booth.

And you're under arrest
for the murder of

- Stanley Belridge.
- And I'm not Wanda.

I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.

I'm also the mother
of his children.

That's right.
Sorry.

Does this mean that I won?

Stanley figured out that you
were stealing money from Franny.

You waited until you knew
that he was alone,

you took his gun,
and you killed him.

No, I didn't kill Stanley.

I hit him. That's all.

And he accused me
of some nonsense.

I told him that he was
no longer welcome here.

Is it true?

Have you been
stealing from me?

Your wife asked you
a question.

I'm gonna need a lawyer.

This is the victim's frontal bone.
And every single one

of these spots is a microfracture?
Yeah, there are thousands.

At first glance,
they appear random,

but upon analysis...

You can see
that they're actually arranged

along overlapping lines,
each line measuring

approximately five
to six centimeters in length.

Meaning that the victim
was hit repeatedly in

- the forehead by something.
- What about boots?

Kicked in the head
with square-toed cowboy boots?

Yeah. I mean, if they
were steel inside,

it could definitely cause
this kind of damage.

Not that a pair
of cowboy boots

is gonna narrow
our suspect pool.

Folks, please just...

You need to get some ice on it.
I don't need ice.

Booth, listen to me.
He didn't even hit me. It was...

Will you look
at this?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa,
whoa. Well,

Francine's pretty torn up.
I don't know if she's got it

in her to press charges.
We need more

physical evidence.
What...

what are you doing?

I just thought I'd do

a quick check of the perimeter.

Right. For what? Come on.

You're just looking for an
excuse to ride there, Ponyboy.

Yeah, well, I figured while I'm here.
That text was from the lab.

It seems our victim was struck
on the forehead

by a heavy object 2,047 times.

Okay, w-wait a second.
How is that even possible?

I don't know.

It was a horse.
Hmm?

Booth, it was a horse. See?

Stirrups-- heavy steel,

wrapped with leather.
The victim

wasn't moved to the dump site by car.
He was flung over

the back of the horse.
That also explains

the rope around the feet
and the neck trauma.

The victim was draped facedown,
and then his

neck and feet were tied together
around the horse's belly

to secure him.
So, with every step,

the victim's head was
pulled down by the rope

and then slammed into
the stirrups? Ouch.

Oh, here. Blood.

We got him.

Except there's one problem.

This isn't Luke's saddle.

It's Franny's saddle.

But Franny can't
even ride.

I think I know
what happened.

Look, we know

that you purchased a small ranch
in North Carolina.

We also know that you purchased
a four-year-old American Paint,

purebred horse.

Yeah. So?
Both were paid for

in cash, in amounts
remarkably similar

to withdrawals made
from the bank account

of Clementine Construction.

Luke Nichols gave you the money,
didn't he?

You two were having an affair.

He loves me.
He only stayed with Franny

'cause he didn't want
to hurt her.

Also because she's rich.
Stanley knew.

He threatened to tell Franny.

And you weren't gonna let
that happen, were you?

You didn't want Stanley
taking away the one thing

that you wanted in life.

Your horse.

You killed Stanley.

Promise me
you'll find her a good home.

It'll be a lot nicer

than jail, that's for sure.

Hi.
Hi.

I was just putting
some stuff away.

I'll be ready in a second.

I'm not, Angela.

I-I'm not ready.

Oh.

Hey, here.

Just sit with me
for a second.

This is about us.

What does that mean?

I love us.

So much.

The three of us.

We're like... a tight
little cocoon of love.

Well, doesn't more kids
mean more love?

Yes. Yeah. But the...

a-a division starts to happen.

It's a natural one.
It's a good one,

where there are the parents
and there are the kids.

And right now,
you know, it's-it's

just you, me
and Michael Vincent,

and we're just...

us.

And I don't...
I don't know

if I'm ready yet to make room
for anyone else.

I'm so sorry,
Angela.

I just...

I-I wanted to be honest.

Hi.

Hey.

You want to take a walk?

Yeah.

Hey, Bones,

you know what doesn't
get enough praise around here?

Routine.

You're making fun of me.
No, I'm not. Come on.

Bath, lotion,
story, snuggles.

I love it. I love routine.

I'm glad.
Good.

Mm-hmm.

I have something for you.

Something for me? Wow.
Mm-hmm.

Close your eyes.
Closing eyes.

It's a surprise.
You're gonna love it.

Gonna love it. Okay, here we go.
Something you want.

Tell me when.

Okay. Tell me when I should open 'em up.
Okay. This is good.

This is good. Hold on, wait.
Okay, I'm waiting.

This is good... Now.
Now?

Uh-huh.

What's that?

It's a motorcycle.

No, it's not.
Yes, it is.

It has a motor, and...

uh, "cycle,"
from the Latin cyclus,

or circle, can be applied to any

wheeled vehicle.
You can't be serious.

Yes, I... Booth,

I got you a helmet, too.
See? Very cool.

Listen, Bones, I...
This is... this is just...

I-I mean, I really appreciate
this kind gesture and all.

I mean, it's very thoughtful,
but, you know what?

There's no way in hell
I am riding this

or wearing that.

Are you sure?
Yes,

I am sure.
Well, maybe

I'll keep it for myself,
you know? I mean,

I did win the contest.
I deserve something special.

You didn't win the contest.
I did.

You were disqualified, Booth.

You want to win
on a technicality?

Rules are rules, Booth.
You gotta be kidding me.

How do I look?
Like someone who came in third place.

First place.
Okay, I'm gonna... Yeah.

I don't know how to get the...
Don't crash!

motor working here.

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