All language subtitles for Bones S11E11 The Death in the Defense

Previously on Bones...

Hodgins was called out

to the scene
at Columbia Heights.

Something is not right

underneath this guy's shirt.

They wanted us to find
this body.

Back! Now!

Cam, what happened?
I don't know.

Hodgins and Aubrey--
they were-- they were

right there when
the body blew up.

Oh, my God.

Hey, I'm okay.

Nothing a little aspirin
can't cure.

How about Aubrey?

I saw them rushing him

into surgery.
It didn't look good.

He pulled me out of the way.

He used his body as a shield.

I'm ready.

Ready for what?
To have another baby.

That sounds like...
Angela.

Help!

Angela, what happened?

We were walking out and-and...
and he fell.

Hodgins is paralyzed, Angela.

Ready?

Yup.
Okay, take your time.

Good.

See? It's easy.

You ready to go home?
Oh, yeah.

Eight weeks here is
eight weeks too many.

No offense to you there, Doc.

Mm, well, promise me you will
take care of yourself.

Your body is still in shock.

But you're letting me out of
here, so I must be doing well.

We'll keep an eye
on your lumbar nerves,

see if there's any
signs of regeneration.

Doc, listen, I felt tingling
in my feet this morning.

It could mean a lot of things.

We'll keep monitoring.

I need you to take it slow.

Hey, so the bags
are in the car,

and the paperwork
is signed,

and I did hear that part

about you taking it slow.

No work yet.

The hematoma crushed the nerves
on your lower spine,

but it didn't sever them,

which means they're still prone
to further damage.

Right now you have
mobility above the waist.

You can breathe on your own.
Protect that.

Okay, let's go home.

Yes, that is the best idea
you've ever had.

That's great news.

Hodgins is finally home.

It's certainly an improvement

over the rehabilitation hospital.
Oh, come on.

This is good stuff.
He's been through a lot.

Things are finally getting
back to normal.

I do not think
that is the case.

I... examined
the results of his MRI,

and I read extensively

on spinal trauma.
Sorry, but what are you saying?

Hodgins will almost
certainly never walk again.

Come on, you don't
know that.

Okay, no one's going
to work harder than Hodgins.

It's not a question
of hard work, Booth.

Sure it is, Bones.

Look, I've seen my share
of this kind of thing.

You're referring
to your experience

with soldiers
wounded in war?

Look,
the emotional recovery

can be as tough
as the physical one,

but there's nothing more
important than hope.

A city worker found a body
off the expressway.

They're bringing it
to the lab now.

All right, I'll
drop you there.

The predation to the body
is extensive.

Likely rats, based on the teeth
marks to the cortical surfaces.

Well, they certainly
went to town

on the victim's
clothing and organs.

The small mastoid processes
suggest

the victim was female.

And the medial
clavicular epiphyses

are almost completely fused.

It gives us an age range
between 24 and 32.

The sixth and seventh ribs

evince remodeled damage,

possibly consistent
with stabbing.

And they appear to be

at least one year old.

The temporal, zygomatic,
and nasal bones show

complete,
comminuted fracturing.

That kind of blunt force trauma

could cause a fatal brain
hemorrhage.

It is likely our cause of death.

If we can figure out time
of death,

we may be able to match her

to a missing persons report.
Mr. Bray,

you've been
studying blowflies.

Do you feel confident making
that determination?

These are Calliphoridae larvae.

They are first generation,
suggesting our body

is one day old.

With this level
of decomposition?

I agree, it's odd.

What am I missing?

Bertha.

Dr. Hodgins,

welcome back.

Well, a surprise is,
by definition, unexpected,se.

but yes.

We are happy to see you.

The doctor said
he shouldn't be

back at work so soon,
but Hodgins threatened

to hitchhike
if I didn't bring him

by to say hello.

Yeah, and it seems like we
got here just in time.

Wendell, you forgot
about tropical storm Bertha.

Ah, it rained for
hours this weekend.

Yeah, 18 hours.

Blowflies don't fly in the rain,
and if they don't fly...

They don't colonize.

I mistook time of insect
colonization for time of death.

Factor in the delayed bug
activity,

and this body is more
than two days old.

Excellent work, Dr. Hodgins.

I really missed you, man.
We all have.

I-If you guys give us
a little bit of time

to finish our
preliminary exam,

we can all grab lunch.

Oh, no, we don't have time
for lunch.

What do you mean?

I'm working this case.

♪ Bones 11x11 ♪
The Death in the Defense
Original Air Date on April 14, 2016

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Cam, I do not know how you
managed to get along without me

because I have already found...

Dr. Hodgins,
I'm aware of your condition.

There's a reason why your doctor
told you not to do too much.

I feel good.

As a friend, I need you

to take care of yourself.

But as your co-worker,

I'm helping you solve this case.

Check it out.

I found it in the
victim's pocket.

She wasn't wearing it?
Nope.

And the chain is broken,
which could tell us something

about how she died. Plus...

there's an inscription on it.

Saint John the Divine
Catholic Church.

There's one here in D.C.

See? You need me.

I cleaned the bones.

I don't think we
got all of them.

We swept the crime scene
thoroughly, Mr. Bray.

I know, but

some of the small bones
are still missing.

Phalanges from the fourth
and fifth digits,

and bone fragments
from the skull.

Maybe Bertha struck again.

You think rain temporarily
flooded the crime scene?

If there was enough water,

it could have washed
some of the bones downstream.

Man...

if only you had an expert in

forensics and earth sciences

who could totally tell you
exactly where those bones were.

You can help us.

Yes.
But this doesn't

mean you're back at work.

The woman you are
describing to me

is Andrea Torres.

Drea. This is her
confirmation necklace.

She was stabbed
over a year ago.

Yes.

I sat with her at the hospital
after it happened.

Father,
is it possible that the

person who stabbed her came back
around to finish the job?

No, he wasn't a killer.

He was her client.

He was mentally ill,

and instead of pressing charges

Drea got him into treatment.

What kind of work did she do?

Drea was an attorney with
the public defender's office.

Hmm, she represented felons.

That's going to be
a long list of suspects.

She defended those who lacked
the means to defend themselves.

Drea told me once
that she thought

if Christ were alive today,

he would be a public defender.

Well, actually, given his low
socioeconomic status,

it is highly improbable

he would have been able
to afford law school.

Bones.

It's true.

How can something so ugly
happen to someone so good?

So, this is our victim,
Drea Torres?

Yeah, the photo
was taken from her ID

at the public
defender's office.

Angela, love of my life,

were you able to finish that,
uh, simulation I asked for?

Dr. Hodgins and I have used
topographical maps

and extrapolated weights
from the missing bones

to determine their
possible location.

Sounds like a lot of work.

Hey, it was well worth it.

I feel fine.

You know, I should have
refused to do this.

But you didn't because
you love solving cases

and you love me so much.

And because we all agreed
to the rules:

once those bones are recovered,
you go home.

Yeah, okay.

So, Bertha's rainfall raised
the water line of interest

by approximately four inches,
just enough to lift and carry

the loose bones and fragments.

How far are we talking?

Well, the water was at peak

overfill for 12 hours.

Moving the bones a distance

of 84 feet.

And they stopped here

where the flood water reached
its topographical base point.

Thank you, Hodgins.

I'll send someone out
to retrieve them.

Great. Bones located.

Husband home to rest.

Uh, I need to be there.

Absolutely not.

Are you trying to give me
a heart attack?

I know what to look for.

I mean, they may have been
ground into sediment or...

Honey, your wheelchair won't
make it in that hat mud.

Right.

Yeah, no, okay.

But I know I can still help.

Torres was top
of her class at Georgetown Law.

She could have worked
anywhere she wanted.

She picked a place like this?

I think it's admirable.

Hey, you work around here?

Tim Watkins.

I'm the intern/I.T. support/
investigator.

A lot of slashes.
A lot of jobs.

Do you have an appointment?

Don't need one.
See that? FBI.

We're looking for the
senior public defender,

Alex Pollack.

Yeah, yes, sir. Yeah.
Let's go.

Sorry, Mr. Pollack, these FBI
agents wanted to see you.

Okay, now, I'd like to ask you

some questions about
Drea Torres.

Is Drea okay?

Um, sorry to say,
she's been murdered.

Can we talk in private?

Uh, yeah, uh, Tim...

excu-excuse us, please.

I tried calling Drea
this morning.

I-I... When she didn't come in,

I thought she was taking
a personal day.

Does she skip work often?

No, but she'd lost a case
on Friday

that she was sure
she was gonna win.

Drea takes these things hard.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Uh, Friday evening. Here.

How would you describe
your relationship with her?

I mean, it's a close office.

It's-it's long hours.

Did you spend any of those long
hours alone with her?

Whoa, we were-- we were not
in a relationship,

if that's what you're implying.

I mean, 90% of our time was
spent talking about our cases.

Then, you would know
if she had any clients

that were especially
dissatisfied

or prone to violence.

I mean, many of our clients
had violent histories,

but no one stands out.

Well, we're going to need her
computer and all her case files.

Of course.

Anything you need.

Drea Torres

was a talented, young attorney,

and we're all invested
in finding her killer.

Great. Well, I've
separated Torres' cases

into wins, losses, plea deals.

Most criminal cases
plead out.

We should start
with the cases she lost.

No plea deal means
higher stakes,

which means stronger
motive for murder.

You're in a different
solar system.

What's on your mind?

Oh, yeah, Booth, uh, told me

that Hodgins came back
to work today.

So soon. Good for him.

It's just I can't stop thinking

about him in that wheelchair,
you know.

Dr. Hodgins will watch his son
grow up, thanks to you.

You're a hero.

And I don't want to hear
another word about it.

Don't test me.

Notice something odd
about this one?

Carla Ashbury.

Convicted of grand theft.

11 years in prison.

After she was arrested,
she posted bail and ran.

Torres absolutely should have
taken a plea.

Carla's been in prison
for the last few months,

so she can't be our killer,
but her husband D'Shawn

has got quite the record.

Including assault
with a deadly weapon.

If he blames Torres for his wife

being sent away...

We need to talk to this guy.

Test, test.

Hey, Wendell.
Camera's upside down,

but other than that
you're looking good.

I look ridiculous.

Yeah, you do.

Okay, you're not the show there,
brother,

so go ahead and attach that
camera to the helmet.

All right. Camera attached.

Now, you're going to

want to turn on those lamps.

Good.

That's going to cause
the bones to fluoresce.

Fluorescing bones, got it.

Now, by my calculations
the bones

should be within, like,
a three-foot radius

of where you're standing.

Hmm, nada so far.

The decline appears to be
steeper than I extrapolated

from the satellite image.

So, the bones traveled farther
than you calculated.

Yeah...

by about 18 feet and, like,

30-degree shift to your right.

Okay, just be careful
that you don't...

Oop, whoopsie-do!

...fall.

Enjoying yourself, Hodgins?

Yeah, I really am.

Okay, just going to get up...

Hey, hey, w-w-w-whoa,
w-w-w-wait.

Don't move, don't move.
I think I saw something there.

Where? The grate?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, the bones may
have washed through

and gotten hung up
in that debris.

Can you reach in there?

What if there's an animal
in there?

Dude, that's half the fun.

Yeah, there.

Right there.

Wendell...

you got it.

Hey, Hodgins...

king of the lab.

Yeah.

King of the lab.

Look, I did my time.

I'm working,
taking care of my kids.

So, why am I here?

What can you tell me
about Drea Torres?

Who, the lawyer?

Why we talking about Ms. Torres?

She was murdered three days ago.

Look, I had no problem with her.
Really?

Because your wife is in jail

because Drea Torres
lost her case.

If she'd pled down,
she'd be out by Christmas.

Ms. Torres asked us
to take the plea,

but Carla refused
because she didn't do it.

Oh, come on, I've heard that
once or twice, my friend.

You know, my wife and I
had decent jobs.

Our kids were happy.

And we actually thought
we could have a good life.

Until one of Carla's employers

accused her of, uh,
cleaning out the cash drawer.

Yeah, they assumed the woman

with the record must
have done it.

Kind of like how you assumed
the guy with the record

is the one who killed
Ms. Torres?

She was the reason why your wife
is in prison for 11 years.

Ms. Torres actually believed
my wife.

She listened to her,

and she let Carla decide
how she wanted to fight.

Where were you Friday night?

One of my kids was sick.

I spent the night
in the emergency room.

And I got no idea
how I'm gonna pay for it.

Guess what I've got.
Mr. Bray.

I take it from your
self-congratulatory expression,

you have found
the missing bones.

I did.

We-we did.

Hodgins did.

Well done.
I have identified

oblique fractures
of the radii and ulnae,

as well as the tibiae
and the left fibula.

Are the axes of the fractures
consistent?

Yes, suggesting they were
all caused by impact

from the same object.

The directionality
of the fractures

indicates they occur
along a straight line.

Which makes it very likely they
were caused by a single impact.

This fracture appears
to be linear in shape

and approximately...

three millimeters deep.

And Hodgins found particulates
of steel alloy.

Well, the murder weapon could be
a length of steel pipe.

What if he stayed?

Dr. Hodgins?

Dr. Saroyan is of the opinion

that it is detrimental
to his recovery.

I know, but what if it's more
detrimental for him

to stay home thinking about
everything he can't do?

There's no quantitative method

for evaluating such a question.

I just don't want him
to give up.

When I was diagnosed
with Ewing's sarcoma,

Booth told me giving up
wasn't an option.

That I had to fight.

That metaphorical concept
will not give Dr. Hodgins

the use of his legs.

In fact, he may be offended
by the very idea

that he can fight his nerves
back into growing,

given the extreme unlikeliness
of recovery.

My recovery
was extremely unlikely...

but it happened.

And I'm happy for that,

but it has nothing to do
with Dr. Hodgins.

How's it coming with
the victim's computer?

Well, Drea Torres had
no social media accounts.

There's no history of her
ever even visiting the sites.

Well, that's odd
for someone her age.

Well, given her clientele,
I can understand why

she'd want to keep
her life private.

Yeah.

Is it possible
that she would

have accessed the sites
from another device?

Hmm, let me see
what I can find.

You're sticking with
what you said, right?

Hodgins is done now.

It's going to be hard
to have that conversation.

He's been through so much.

It's been hard for me,
too, you know.

Oh, of course.
I didn't mean...

Two months ago,
we were making all these plans.

We were talking
about having more kids.

Oh, man, I had no idea.

It's just, all of this
has been hard enough,

and I-I-I don't want to see
him suffer another setback.

I hear you.

I'll talk to him.

Okay, uh...
there seems to be

an e-mail address
for a Dee Torres.

It's associated with
a social media account.

An alias.

Talk about keeping your
private life private.

Yeah, I'll override
the password request.

Oh, look at this comment.

"Are you okay?
Last night was scary.

I'm so sorry that
happened to you."

What can you find out

about the friend
that posted this?

Kelsey Whitney.

She's from Rockville, Maryland,

and that's Drea's hometown.

Can you send this
info to Aubrey?

Yeah.

And, uh, I will
talk to Hodgins.

I can't believe
she's gone.

She was my best friend
since we were five.

You sent her a message
on Thursday:

"Last night was scary."

What was that about?

Oh, that was scary.

We were out for drinks,

and this woman up and
picked a fight with Drea.

Had Drea done anything
to the woman?

She thought Drea was making fun
of her for being drunk

and she got mad.

She started shoving Drea.

Were the police called?

No, the drunk woman

told the bartender
not to call them.

Wow, and he listened?

She flashed some badge.

Drea told me she
was a lawyer, too.

You remember what
the badge said?

I saw letters... A.U.S.A.

Why?

Would you recognize this
woman if you saw a photo?

Definitely.

Just the swashbuckler
I was looking for.

Oh, let me guess, you want
in on this interrogation?

What I want is
a dry vodka martini,

but you're about to question
Vanessa Caldwell.

One of your prosecutors.

Been with us for three years.

That woman takes her job
seriously.

Well, she also had a
well-documented rivalry

with our victim. You think
Caldwell could have killed her?

Cher, that woman made it to the
Olympic trials for shot put.

Only thing bigger than her
deltoids is her temper.

There's also this,
which may prove helpful.

Can you hold
that for a second?

Thanks,
you coming or going?

It's not a martini.

This your idea of a joke,
Caroline?

No, Vanessa,
my jokes are funny.

Nothing funny
about this.

Okay, look, what
did Drea Torres do

that made you so angry
at her Wednesday night?

I had a few drinks.

She ran her mouth about how
I couldn't handle my alcohol.

I shut her up.

End of story.
All right.

What can you tell me
about State v. Morrison?

I was going to
prosecute that case,

but there was a
scheduling conflict.

Pardon my French, but that is
a steaming heap of bullcrap.

You got passed over
for an attorney

with a better record.

You-you lost four cases
to her last year.

So?

She gave you the reputation

of a prosecutor that chokes.

All these years
after law school,

and still she beat you.

Fine! I hated Drea Torres.

She thought she was
Mother Teresa serving the poor.

It pissed me off.

You're right about the temper.

So, arrest me then, huh?

I worked late Friday night.

You can check
with building security.

I didn't kill
the precious angel.

Dr. Hodgin...

Hey.

Wh... You were supposed
to be going home.

What is all of this?

This is the solution
to our problem.

It's electronic.

Moves my legs for me.

Look, no hands.

Hey, you wanted me to focus
on my recovery.

I want to work.

Well, now I can do both.

No, doing physical therapy

at work without a therapist
only increases your risk

and my liability.

You gonna get that?

That may be a new lead

we need to pursue.

Oh, it's the results
from the toxicology report.

Drea Torres had cocaine
in her system.

Cocaine? Huh.

So much for being an angel,
right?

All right.

I'm going to swab
for more evidence.

Please don't do that.

I may be able to trace
the origin of the cocaine.

I meant what I said.

There could be particulates

in her nasal cavity
that we missed...

Dr. Hodgins, no.

You are off this case.

Please don't do that, Cam.

I-I need to be here.

It's who I am.

You are so much more
than this job.

And I have to look out for you
if you won't.

So you may no longer assist
in this investigation.

Look, you know
how this works, Alex.

Why didn't you tell us
that Drea did drugs?

Well, I never saw her use drugs.

That wasn't my question.

Look, are you willing to swear
that you didn't know?

'Cause we got her e-mails.

She said it was only
once in a while.

So, you let a known drug user

work in your office

defending clients.

It wasn't right,
but I understood.

If she lost a case,
a family got broken up

or a child's hopes
for the future destroyed.

She needed an outlet.
We all do.

You seem busy.

I'm in the middle of prepping
a case.

Really?
What's that? Oh.

William Howell?

Big one.

Which is why you shouldn't
read another word,

unless you want to compromise

the government's case.

Good call.

Thank you for that.
Uh-huh.

Hey, listen, just, uh,
one more question.

Where did Drea get her drugs?

I wouldn't know.

Alex, you're a material witness
in this case.

I'll just keep asking
you questions

until you remember.

She used to get them
from some DJ.

I swear I don't
know anything

more than that.

Okay.

Thanks for your help.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, I reexamined
our victim's nasal tissue,

looking for evidence
of degradation.

There wasn't any.

So she wasn't a frequent
drug user.

But I found this.

A cell of some sort.

Yeah, but not human.

We couldn't just ask Hodgins
what it is?

That would defeat the purpose
of taking him off the case,

wouldn't it?

But this could tell us where
she was or who she was with

when she died.

I know.

Perhaps
one of the biologists

here at the Jeffersonian
can help us.

I'll take it to them.

Hey, honey.

Wow, it looks like
all the physical therapy

equipment arrived.

Yup. Rehabilitation.

It's all the rage around here.

And the physical therapist
should be on her way.

Can't wait.

Uh, Brennan examined the bones
that you located in the culvert.

Uh, apparently

the victim suffered
microfracturing in her hand.

She must have punched
the attacker.

Angela, I-I know that you
feel bad that you're there

and I'm here, but, like,
talking about the case...

it's-it's-it's not
really helping.

It's kind of making it worse.

Okay, um, sorry.

I'm-I'm just trying to do
the right thing

for-for all of us.

I know, I know.

Um, anyway, I'm going to go
and I'll see you later.

Wendell was actually able

to identify the particulate
I found in the nasal passage.

It was part of a scale
from a woma python.

Wait a second.
The woman had a snake scale

and cocaine in her nose?

How does that even happen?

It's likely she just
inhaled the molted scale

like any other pet dander.

Well, anything's possible.

Boy, Hodgins would have been
all over something like that.

Yeah.

But I sent him home.

I just... I had to.

Are you sure about that?

It was the only responsible
thing to do.

Hodgins didn't have a choice
about what happened to him.

You should let him decide how
he's going to come back from it.

I couldn't forgive myself
if anything more

were to happen to him.
I-I get that.

But, you know, he should
at least have the choice.

I mean, work could actually
give him hope.

I do not understand why
you think Hodgins needs

a misguided sense of optimism
about his condition.

It's Aubrey.

Yeah, I had him check
with woma python breeders

for customers who could be

a potential match for your DJ.

Yeah, he got one.

Chad Jameson, aka DJ Woma.

Oh, the pet python
and the name

leave very little
room for ambiguity.

Oh, he also has a few
outstanding drug charges.

Sounds like the DJ
you're looking for.

What happened to your face
there, Chad?

Drea Torres give you that?

Who? I don't know
any Drea Torres.

Come on, you two left
the Macavoy Club together.

I got eyewitnesses.

Fine. I walked out of a club

at the same time as her, so?

So, a scale from a woma python
ended up with Torres

the night she died.

You own a woma python.
So, you're going away

for murder if you don't
start talking.

Okay.

Okay. We left together
on Friday night.

And went where?

Back to my place.

We messed around.

I...

I got a little pushy.

Sometimes she liked that.

But not this time?

No, because...

I broke a stupid necklace
of hers.

She got really mad.

She hauled off
and she sucker-punched me.

Must've made you angry,
getting hit like that.

I know how to control myself,
okay?

Once she hit me, I was like,
"You got to go."

And-and she left.

Convenient for you.

It's the truth.

I tried to call her a cab.

She said no.
She said she could walk.

In your neighborhood
in the middle of the night.

You don't tell Drea Torres
what to do.

Well, you'd better have an
alibi, Chad,

'cause I'll tell you,
you look good for this.

I do have an alibi.

Once Drea left,

I... I was pretty amped up.

I went to the 24-hour diner
down the street.

I was there all night.

Hey, I have something
to show you.

It's a forensic copy of
Drea Torres' hard drive.

It's just going to take
a minute to load.

How's Dr. Hodgins today?

He's not great.

He's unhappy at home,
and then he can't be here.

It's like I'm stuck between
a rock and a hard place.

Ah, yes, between Scylla
and Charybdis.

I...

The Greek myth on which
the idiom is based.

Odysseus had to choose
which deadly sea monster

to steer his ship past.

I don't know why I'm asking,
but what did he do?

He takes a calculated risk.

He chooses the lesser of two
evils and forfeits a few men

in order to preserve the ship.

So, what I'm hearing you say
is that there is no version

of us all making it
through this alive?

I'm going to hug you.

Oh, thanks for the heads-up.

What is it you wanted
to show me?

Uh, I created a program

to check Drea's computer
for spyware.

What made you think
there would be spyware?

Well, she never accessed
any social media accounts

from her computer,
so I thought maybe

she felt it wasn't secure.

Very intuitive.
Yeah.

Okay, here we go.

WebSneak?

Someone was watching
Drea Torres online?

Yeah, they had
access to everything.

She was being stalked.

Can you trace the program

back to whomever

put this on
Drea's computer?

I'm definitely going to try.

Tim, you're good
with computers, right?

I-I guess so.

I guess so?

Don't sell youself short.

You're taking coding classes
for years.

Okay, uh, yeah,
I'm good with computers.

So it was no big deal
when you put spyware

on Drea Torres laptop?

Why were you stalking her?

I wasn't.

Oh, right, 'cause you were
in love with her,

so it doesn't count as stalking
when you're in love?

I wasn't in love with her.

I protected her.

It was just to make sure
that she-she was safe.

Safe?

From what, Tim, who?

I-I... I mean, I don't know.

Criminals she represented.

Guys that she... dated.

Is that difficult

for you to talk about?

Drea's romantic life?

I'm not saying anything more.

Come on.

Tim, do it for Drea.

Drea would tell me
to talk to a lawyer.

That's what I'm gonna do,
Agent Aubrey.

I need a lawyer.

I detect a pattern to
the facial fractures.

It appears she suffered
a stellate fracture

on the frontal
and zygomatic bones.

And all the other fractures
radiate outward

from the stellate fracture.

Well, the primary fractures

appear to be positioned
at a right angle.

Which, quite possibly,
relates to the fracturing

of the radii and ulnae.

But the fracture lines
occur at different angles.

Not if the victim raised
her arms alongside her face

at time of impact.

The fractures on the face
and arms appear to line up.

Just like the damage
to the leg bones.

I believe you are correct.

Now, we just need to
find out what caused it.

Tim Watkins knows something

but he refuses to talk.

DJ's alibi
checks out, right?

Oh, yeah, three waitresses
reported seeing him

at the diner that night.

Torres told him that
she could walk back

from his apartment, right?

Yeah. I've got our techs
checking out her contact list

to see if anyone lives
within walking distance.

Right. Coffee?

Not if we're still
out of cinnamon.

We work at the FBI, Aubrey.

We don't put cinnamon
in our coffee.

It's my favorite spice.

Oh, looks like our DJ, Chad,

lives half a mile
from Alex Pollack's.

Senior public defender?

Yeah, I mean, they were close.

That neighborhood,
that time of night.

She must have gone
straight there.

Seems like something
he should have told us.

I'll see if Caroline
can get us a warrant.

Right.

So, this is Alex Pollack's
apartment building.

Now, if Booth is right

and Pollack lied
about seeing her...

Then this could be
our murder scene.

Her skeleton was fractured
in a unique pattern.

It could be

something at Pollack's
that caused the fracturing.

Next to the building,

what is that rectangular
object there?

Oh, it's a Dumpster.

Well, Dr. Hodgins said

there were particulates of steel
in the wounds.

There's a balcony above it.

Pollack's unit is 408.

His balcony is above the alley
where the Dumpster is.

Judging from the fractures
on her facial bones,

she must have hit a corner.

Well, let's look at
all the fractures.

Now's let's see if the fractures

to the arms, tibiae, and fibula
align with the edges.

We have a match.

And we have our crime scene.

I'll let Booth know.

Sure, I mean, being the last
person to see your friend alive,

I mean, that's an
easy thing to forget.

I'm sorry.

I have been scattered prepping
for the Howell case.

She only stayed a few minutes.
Right.

Well, we found blood

in the Dumpster that was
directly under your balcony.

Are you sure that's
Drea's blood?

We wouldn't be here
if it wasn't.

If that blood is
several days old,

your sample's compromised.

And that Dumpster's
in a public alley.

Anyone had access.

Right, well, we talked to
your, uh, intern, is it, Tim?

And we heard all about how you,
uh, told him to install

spyware in Drea's computer.

Kid's confused.

I probably expressed concern
for Drea, and he ran with it.

Ask him to take out the garbage,
he cleans the whole office.

You got an answer
for everything, don't you?

You're grasping at straws,
Agent Booth.

How do we know Drea
wasn't depressed

or having a bad reaction
to the drugs?

Oh, what, so she jumped
off your balcony

and you didn't even notice
seeing her?

She could have been a victim

of street crime, or maybe, uh,

an angry client
killed Drea

and is trying to
frame me for it.

There are any number
of possibilities.

This evidence is completely
circumstantial.

Tell me you got

that search warrant,

and we will scour every
inch of his apartment.

He had to have left
something behind.

Not so fast.
The judge refused my request.

Pollack is in the middle
of the William Howell trial.

Oh, he can't also have
committed murder?

Apparently, he took his
case files home to prepare.

And if we conduct a search,

Pollack can get his case
thrown out on the grounds

we violated his attorney-client
privilege.

Caroline, he brought
those files home

to block us from searching
his place.

The fact he went
to all that trouble

says there's something to hide.

He's a sneaky little
word-I-shouldn't-say.

But if Brennan finds hard
evidence that he was with Drea

the night she died
in his apartment...

Then we can play ball, cher.

I really want to play ball.

I'll catch for you.

There are no additional

signs of struggle that
would implicate Pollack,

and wishing really hard
isn't going to make any appear.

I may have found an
irregularity, Mr. Bray.

What do you see here?

A slight nick in proximity

to the left supraorbital
foramen.

It's almost indiscernible

among the teeth marks
and microfractures.

But the shape is not consistent

with rat predation
or the radiating fractures.

It suggests she was struck
by something sharp.

This injury would
have bled heavily,

and yet there is only minimal
hemorrhagic staining.

Indicating it was perimortem.

Please, swab it.

Uh, I can run this

through the Mass Spectrometer,

but without Hodgins to interpret
the results...

You have done excellent
work lately.

Do you think this is enough
to get us a warrant?

It will have to be.

Methoxypyrazines, terpenes,
and rotundone.

Those are all found in grapes.

Hey, honey.

So, I brought home
some of those

conspiracy theory journals

to lift your spirits.

What is this?

You're still working?

Look, I can explain.

I'm guessing this is also

how you identified
the python scales.

Oh.

No one at the Jeffersonian
could do it.

Actually, that was a fun one.
So, the Aspidites ramsayi,

or the-the woma python,
they've got these

scales, and, uh...
Yeah, right.

I know that you're essential
to the team,

I've never doubted that,

but you're also essential to me.

I'll just be over, um...

over-over here.

Angela, what do you love
about me?

So much.

You're passionate and you're...

open-minded and curious.

And you're so smart.

Well, my work at the lab
makes me those things.

And without it,
I don't know how to be

the man that you
fell in love with.

Okay.

Wow, that was...
that was persuasive.

Good, because Wendell and I
found some particulates

that Booth's going to want
to know about.

Mr. Pollack.

Look, Agent Booth, uh,
I have a lot of work to do,

so I don't have time for this.

You're going to
have to make time.

Search warrant.

Well, I need to read that.

All official.
Be my guest.

That is the balcony

from where the victim

presumably fell.
Let's go.

This-this is all conjecture.

I'm just going to call
a judge...

Yeah, I wouldn't do
that just yet.

We found a cut on Drea Torres'
forehead with trace amounts

of Syrah, Viognier,
and Cabernet Franc grapes.

See, our techs, they scoured
the local stores.

Well, it's wasted effort.

I mean, those are
common types of wine.

But this precise blend of grapes

is unique to
the St. George Syrah.

Okay, you bought a bottle

of it last Friday.

Booth.

He painted the railing.

It was gray in
the satellite image.

Take a look.
Ah, you, have a seat.

Sit down.

Sit.

All right.

It's fresh paint.
This is not good.

I was hoping to find

evidence of blood.

Oh, you've got
to be kidding me.

Will you just use
your blue light?

No, there are compounds in paint

that obliterate any traces
of hemoglobin.

We need to pry the nails

out of this railing,

where the paint didn't reach.

All right, well, you know,
rip 'em up, will you?

This is destruction of property.

That's great. Bill me.

Anything?

Not on this one.

Just sit down.

Just take a seat.

There's blood.

You know how
the system works.

Now is your one chance
to help yourself out.

I loved Drea.

And when I finally

got the nerve to tell her,
she was surprised.

And angry.

Said I'd betrayed her trust.

I mean,

she hooked up with drug dealers,

but she said she would
never want me.

So you struck her
with your wine glass.

She tried to leave
and you stopped her.

To apologize.

Everything happened so fast.

I had to apologize.

She fought to get away,
you two struggled,

and she went over the railing.

You're gonna need a good lawyer.

Hey, honey, you have a visitor.

Cam.

You're not the house call type.

Well, I am when, uh,

when I need to say
something that can't wait.

I sent you home yesterday
because of me, not you.

I felt guilty.

Ah... what do you mean?

I let you work that day
after the bomb went off.

I knew you were hurt,
and I let you work,

and had I sent you home,

you wouldn't be in that chair.

Cam, I wanted to be there.

And when you showed up
yesterday,

I just was... scared.

And I still am, but I realize

that this isn't
my decision to make.

So...

if you want to come back,
we sure could use you.

I, I mean, I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't worried,

but... it's up to you.

Then I'm going to go back
to the lab.

Geez, look at this.

Hey, Christine sure can
make a mess.

Well, at this point,
she's still reconciling

her incipient need

for creative expression

with marginally developed
fine motor skills.

Exactly what I was going to say.

Angela called.
Oh.

Hodgins is going back
to work tomorrow.

That's good news.

I mean, look, he has something
to look forward to.

I am worried about him.

And her.

Look, they're going to be fine.

You know, you just have
to have a little faith.

You know I don't believe
in the intangible.

I believe in the certainty
of science.

But in this case,
the science just makes me sad.

Gonna be okay, all right?
Come here.

Did you ever think you'd have an
amazing, great husband like me

and three beautiful kids who,
like, love you crazy?

That was an unlikely
turn of events.

Anything is possible.

Angela and Hodgins,
they love each other.

They're strong, okay?

They're going to get
through this.

What?

Christine drew a skeleton.

She miscounted the ribs,

and there aren't nearly enough
phalanges, but...

Like mother, like daughter.

I hope she grows up
to have faith like you.

Faith.

I'm taking this to the office.

Well, I should
probably correct it...

No, you're not
changing a thing.

Well, there aren't enough ribs

or phalanges.
No, no, you don't adjust.

You don't adjust kids' art, Bones.
What are you talking about?

Well, it's inaccurate, Booth.
It doesn't matter...

I don't want her growing up to
think that there are only...

Tell me you got good news, Doc.

I have the results
of your most recent MRI.

And they show that my nerves
have re-growth, don't they?

They don't, Jack.

N-No, wait, wait, wait,
that's not possible.

The axons at the end
of your injured nerve cells

are beginning to atrophy.

Wait, wait a minute.
W-W-W-W-W-Wait, no.

My feet were tingling.
I-I mean, I felt it.

Uh, you were experiencing
phantom sensation,

not actual neural connectivity.

But it could still happen,
right?

In my opinion, no.

I am sorry.

Yeah, I-I, uh, got to go.

Hey, was-was
that Dr. Levy?

Yep.

Okay, well, don't keep it
to yourself.

What-what did she say?

She said...

everything is great.

Okay.

Okay, well, great is great,
right?

Yup.

It is.

It's really great.

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