All language subtitles for Bones S12E05 The Final Chapter-The Tutor in the Tussle

Hey!

Hey, you!
You, right there!

You kids got to stop
stealing that sign.

Hey, hey!
Get back here.

It's a lost cause, kid!

Drop the sign!

No, no, no, no.

Where you going now?
Where you going, huh?

Yeah, I got you.

I got you now.

Stop right-- whoa, whoa.

Whoa.
See you.

Damn it, get back here!

Ah, hell.

Yeah, it's Adams.

I need backup.

What is your location?

Yeah, I'm at Tenth and...

Well, it's a lot

at the corner of Tenth and...

I'm at Tenth and Boner,
all right?

It's pretty juvenile, if you ask
me, I mean, the street is named

for a prominent old family.

I disagree.

The word "boner"
is objectively...

hilarious.

The human penis has no
skeletal material of any kind.

Wow, you really are
overthinking this.

I mean, the kids, they
steal street signs

that sound like
dirty words, okay?

Like Wanger Street
or Morning Wood Way.

There's nothing humorous about
nocturnal penile tumescence.

What?

It's a natural phenomenon,

as you well know.
But...

"Boner Street"?

Right. That's great.

Why don't I just put on
some entertainment

for someone over
the age of eight?

Kathy arrived at Quantico,

but found her lecture hall
empty.

"Where is everyone?"

she asked herself.

Wh-What is this?

What, you don't
recognize it?

It's your latest
novel on audiobook.

"I'll need to see the director
at once," Kathy said.

This is terrible.

The narrator.
The narrator?

Yes.

He misses all the nuance

of the main character's voice.

I need to call my editor.
Here.

Sounds good to me,
listen to that.

- Booth, do you mind?
- But there, too,

Kathy could find no one.
All right, great, I'll just,

you know, drive in silence.

Bones, all I'm saying is,
you know, you should just...

just stay in your lane, okay?

Just let the publishers
do their job.

I mean, come on,
what are you gonna do?

Narrate your own book?
Yes,

that's exactly what
I intend to do.

I'll narrate it and
then have the audiobook

reissued.
Good morning, you two.

- Is everything okay?
- Excellent, excellent,

compared to-to this guy here.
So, what, shotgun, right?

'Cause we got shells all over
the place.

Yep, techs found

multiple shell casings from
what appears to be a 12-gauge.

And I'm finding
birdshot inside the body.

All right, so the killer,

he stood over the body
and he shot him at close range.

'Cause...

Yeah, which sent bone

and tissue flying everywhere

within a ten-meter radius.

Be careful what you touch.

It's likely there's evidence

even in the branches
of this tree.

Wow.

Time of death?
I'd say...

Impossible to say,

based on osteological evidence.

Cam?
Based on decomp, two days.

See, Bones?
You see what happens

when you let people
do their job?

Lack of arthritic deterioration

suggests a young adult.

However, with the skull
and the hands so damaged,

determining I.D.
will be a challenge.

And we got, uh,
no eyewitnesses, either.

You got nothing on your canvass?
You know, people in this area,

they just don't seem to be
too interested

in talking to law enforcement.

Wait!

Oh.

Oh, well, you know what?
That happens

to the best of us, Aubrey.

Anybody got a good dry cleaner?

- Stay still.
- I got a great guy.

I'll give you
the information later.

Oh, Stan, on U Street?

He is good with blood.

Not so much with bile.

Stan is not the man.
I got the guy.

I use Susan at Dupont Cleaners.

For blood and feces,
there's no one better.

I got a better guy. Right next
door is this great sub shop.

Okay, people.

I think one is probably enough.

Yeah, why doesn't everybody
just send me their guy?

♪ Bones 12x05 ♪
The Final Chapter The Tutor in the Tussle
Original Air Date on January 31, 2017

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

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Taking a closer look
at the victim's patellae,

I'm seeing robust
tendinous attachments,

as well as early-stage
osteoarthritis.

So, bad knees.

Yeah, the kind you see
after thousands of hours

of manual labor. Ugh.

The sheer drudgery depresses me.

Hey, speaking of labor,
is Brennan really narrating

her own audiobook?

It's pretty crazy
how she managed

to bring the Agent Andy
character back, right?

Yeah.
Ooh, Fisher,

you can tell us if the
science was authentic.

So, a sternum transplant--

is that for real?

Oh, you guys actually read
Dr. Brennan's books?

Uh... you don't?

Well, no offense to her,
but I find them

to be a little lowbrow.

Okay, I would definitely not

let Dr. B hear you say that.

Yeah, I'm more into
the nihilists' work.

Nietzsche, Kierkegaard,
Garfield.

Like, the cartoon cat?

Mm.

Oh, it's gonna be difficult

to get an I.D.

Well, that's a pity.
But then again,

Kierkegaard would say,

the very idea of
individual identity

was long ago subsumed by
the specter of the public.

Is he still talking?
Hang on, Angela.

Your camera's flash just...

illuminated...

yep, it's a contact lens.

Dr. Hodgins?

Yep.

If we can pull his
fingerprint off it...

Gonna be a long shot,
but I may be able

to get I.D.

The victim is Austin Wilson, 24.

Booth and Brennan are talking
to his roommate.

He's got a criminal record.

Thank you. Here.

Thank you.

Nope, that must be yours.

What is that?

Come on,
it's the sweet nectar of life.

It's the quad-shot cappuccino
with cinnamon in it.

Oh, man.
Caffeine much?

Well, I was up before dawn,
video-chatting with Jessica.

She's on this Euro trip.
Mm-hmm.

And with the time
difference, there's just...

no chance to talk.
Mm, I'm jealous.

I mean, of her trip.
You know, I went to Europe

right after college,
and, I'm not trying to brag,

but things got
a little bit crazy.

Ooh! I'm so sorry.

Hello, James.

Oh, hi, I'm Karen, so...

You mind giving us a minute?

Sure, I'll, um...

I'll meet you at the office.

You look good, son.

Hey, Dad.

I tell you what.

I'll make this easy on you.

Why don't you turn around,
put your hands behind your back?

James, don't be ridiculous.

You can't just arrest me.

Sit down, son.

You and I need to talk.

You sure it was Austin?

We are.

Listen, your friend was,
uh, killed by a shotgun

in a pretty bad part of town.

Any reason why he'd be
involved in criminal activity?

No.

No, people think 'cause
we came up in the system,

we got to be gangsters.

Not Austin.

Look, no offense,

but, uh, you have a record,

and Austin was arrested
for assaulting a cop.

No, that was
a misunderstanding.

We were kids in high school.

Riding bikes,
shaking up soda bottles,

spraying them on people.

Austin just got unlucky.

He sprayed an off-duty cop.

Evidence on the body suggests
he worked manual labor.

Yeah.

He was working
construction through college

to pay for Princeton.

Princeton, huh?

What, 'cause he's a foster kid,

he can't go to a good school?

I assure you,
we think nothing of the sort.

I myself spent time
in foster care.

Look, do you know
where Austin worked?

At this tutoring company.

He was applying
to med school, also.

Tutoring?
Like, I'm sorry,

helping kids with
their homework?

That's a common way
for graduates

of elite schools to make money

while they pursue

graduate-level degrees.
I'm telling you,

Austin had no life,
he had no girl.

All he did was work and study.

Those rich parents
were intense, too.

You should look at them.

Austin's phone records
show almost no contact

with friends or family.

Benny was right.

His whole life was tutoring

for money and preparing
for med school.

That's sad, right, Bones?

Everyone needs a little
fun in their lives.

I rarely socialized between
college and graduate school.

I find his work ethic admirable.

Ugh.
What is it?

My editor says that

if I want to perform my novel,

I have to... record an audition.

Sure, it makes sense.

Makes sense?
It does not make sense.

It's insulting.
All right, well, there you go,

tell her that you're-you're
not gonna do it. Problem solved.

Don't be silly.
Of course, I'm gonna do it.

We were all horrified

to hear about Austin.

Well, we were hoping
we could take a look around.

If you must, but bear in mind,

our students have been
traumatized.

We're doing our best to maintain

- a professional environment.
- Right.

Well, we are still talking
about homework help, right?

Well, we live in a competitive,
globalized world now.

I founded this place to ensure
our students stay on top.

We only hire

the smartest tutors
from the best colleges.

Harvard, Yale...
Northwestern.

- Sure, if we're understaffed.
- Well...

I attended Northwestern.

It is quite prestigious.

Oh, I'm sure it is, Dr. Brennan.

No offense intended.

Well, I assure you,
offense was taken.

Well, let's all just calm down.

So, was Austin here
the day he died?

No, he met with
a few students off-site.

Maybe we could take a look at
his work computers, files?

- Of course. Yeah.
- Ms. Bryan?

- What's up with the vending machine?
- Oh, I'm so sorry, Meredith.

The repairman will
be here next week.

If you wouldn't mind...

Next week? How am I supposed
to focus without snacks?

I completely understand
your frustration.

Ms. Bryan, we heard that

some of your clients, well,
most of your clients,

were pretty much... demanding.

Did Austin have any problems
or conflicts with any parents?

Not that I can think of.

What about Psycho Sue?

Psycho Sue?

That's what
some of the kids

call Jacob's mother,
Sue Casey.

She's passionate
but harmless.

Harmless?

She tried to run me over
with her SUV

when I beat Jacob
in geography bee.

- I'm sure that was an accident.
- And last week,

I saw her yelling at Austin
in the parking lot.

Then she slapped him
across the face.

She hit Austin?

Let's not...
Let's not what?

You're just afraid of her

because she threatened
to rip out your intestines.

Well, those weren't
the exact words she used.

No, but we're not supposed
to swear in here.

It was, like...

way worse.

Okay, we'll have to
keep our voices down.

Jacob's practicing for the SAT.

His critical reading score
is stuck in the low 700s.

Well, that puts him
well above average.

Tell that to the
Harvard Admissions Committee.

Mrs. Casey, do you
want to explain to us

why you slapped Austin Wilson
last week?

Sure. Austin
talked Jacob into

applying early to UVA.

The last eight generations
of this family

have gone to Harvard.

So, you slapped
Austin because he

talked your son into
applying to a different,

well-regarded university?

I wasn't paying $300 an hour
for Jacob

to get his heart set
on some community college.

Mom.

You're being a psycho.

Our phone
records indicate

that there were five
calls made from this house

to his cell phone
the day he died.

Uh, that was me.
That was you?

Yeah, I had a huge
physics test the next day

and I wanted him to
answer a question.

Jacob, focus!

Booth?

Yep?

Look.

12-gauge.

Wow. Are you guys
big hunters?

Okay.

I see where this is going.

Look, Austin and I
had our differences.

But he was a decent tutor

and Jacob liked him.

Uh, that's sweet and all,

but we're still gonna
have to test your guns.

Fine.

Whatever it takes
to get some peace,

so Jacob can focus.

Cam, I was wondering if...

Whoa, there.

Duck season or wabbit season?

Hey. I'm just trying
to determine

whether Sue Casey's shotguns

are a match for
our murder weapon.

Dr. Saroyan?

Whoa, there.

Shh! Be vewy, vewy quiet.

She's hunting wabbits.

Come again?

Looney Tunes.

Oh, come on, man.

Oh, cartoons upset me
as a child.

More of an Addams Family kid?

Twilight Zone reruns, actually.

Everything
about you

makes more sense now.
Mm.

Did you need
something?

Uh, yes. I found blunt force
trauma everywhere.

The legs, the ribs, the skull.

So, maybe our
victim was beaten

before he was taken to the
location where he was shot.

I don't think that he was shot
with these guns.

You've determined
that already?

Thanks to
Parasteatoda tepidariorum.

Hmm.

What is that?

They're spiders, Cam.

Oh, God!

How about a warning for us

non-Latin speakers
next time?

Careful with that in my office.

Oh, God, are
those eggs?

Relax, Cam.
Geez.

They're not gonna hatch.

Oh, nice.

They're in this one, too.

Okay, not a fan.

Okay, these must have been

in Sue Casey's basement,

because these webs

take at least a week to...

weave!

What? Is something wrong?

Mm-mm.

Nope.

I was just,
you know,

I was-- I was--
I was thinking that--

that-that-that suggests that--

that these guns
over here

were last fired

long before
he was killed.

Okay, hey,

I've got an idea.

Why don't you two

take these guns

and their inhabitants,

and, uh, go far,

far away?

Good idea.
No problem.

Are you sure nothing's wrong?

Hmm? Mm-mm.

Nope. Everything is...

really good.

I'm... gonna go.

Hey.

You, uh, you need any help?

Uh, sure.

I'm just starting in
on Austin's client files

from the tutoring company.

Grab a few.

Totes.

That's short for "totally."

I know.
Okay.

So, it looks like Austin
was pretty popular.

He was gaining new clients
almost every week.

Hmm, maybe some
of the other tutors

got a little jealous.

Yep, that's what
I'm thinking.

So, how was it
seeing your dad yesterday?

Come on. You didn't think
I'd notice who that was?

Listen, I'm not gonna
tell anyone.

I just wanted to come in
and see how you're doing.

Well, look, I appreciate
the thought.

But this is not therapy.

Oh, I'm aware, it's just that
you always said that

if you ever saw him again, he
would be arrested immediately.

So...
There's a kid.

A kid?

The government's
been tracking

and shutting down
his offshore accounts.

But he's got a new
wife and a son.

He came to me

asking for money
to support them.

Now, I don't care
what happens to my dad, but...

This is your half brother.
So if you make that arrest,

then he grows up without
a father, just like you did.

Now, look, you don't
know Philip Aubrey.

I mean, everything that
comes out of his mouth

is a lie meant
to manipulate.

I don't even know if the kid
in this photo is really his.

But if you don't think
he's telling the truth,

then why haven't you told
the FBI that you saw him?

Boo-yah.

You just got shrinked.

Boo-yah?
Mm-hmm.

You're so weird.

Thank you.

So,

I think I'm starting
to see a pattern

here with Austin's
newer students.

A lot of them used to
work with this tutor

named Matt Bogdan.

Losing clients
means losing money.

Maybe we should talk
to this Matt Bogdan guy.

Totes.

So Aubrey asked me

to look into
communications

between Austin
and his colleague, Matt.

And I found this
online portal.

"Tutor Talk"?

Yeah.

I've looked through
most of the messages

and they're almost
all work-related.

Hey, has Hodgins been acting
different around you lately?

Um... this morning,

he tried to get me to
taste a mold culture.

So, no. Why?

He's just been poking
his head in my office

and then making excuses
to leave when he sees me.

Hmm, he hasn't said anything
to me about it, but...

Oh, hey, look.

There is a message
from Matt to Austin.

"Dude, answer my calls.

"I'm asking one last time

"to back off, or else.

My life depends on it."

Yeah, this was sent the day
before Austin was killed.

I'll let Booth know.

Oh, my God! Cam!

What? What?

No, no. What? What?

Oh, God.

Oh!

Oh, God!

I know Hodgins is your husband

and your soul mate.

Um, but I...

No, no, we'll
kill him together.

Yeah. This-this stays here.

Yeah.

You wrote an Op-Ed
for your college paper

about how you bought
an assault weapon

in 15 minutes.

So, we know that you're
comfortable acquiring guns.

Yeah, I'm for gun control.

I wrote this column
to show how lax

our system is.

That's why I want
to go to law school.

Law school's expensive.

It must have been
pretty stressful

losing all those clients
to Austin.

Please. Money is
not an issue.

I do this job for
the networking.

Networking?
With 15-year-olds?

With their parents.

There's no better in

with Beltway insiders
than their kids.

Wait, so the last client
to switch from Matt to Austin

was the daughter

- of the solicitor general.
- That's...

that's like, the most important
lawyer in the country.

You must have been pretty
desperate to maintain that

networking
opportunity.

Okay, yeah.

I did beg Austin to let
me keep one student.

He refused.

But I would never
murder him over it!

Come on.

You weren't just
a little bit jealous

of Austin being so much
more talented than you?

No, see, that's the thing.
Austin wasn't a better tutor.

And denial is just a member
of One Direction.

It's a guy in the band.
I know.

Seriously.

Look at our metrics.

Okay, my students
saw their SAT scores

increase by more points,
on average, than Austin's.

And I never did
really figure out

what it was that parents
preferred about him.

Hey, uh, has anyone seen Cam?

She's at home,

showering and changing.

Which means you should escape

while you still can.

But first, swab results?

Nothing that indicates where
Austin was knocked unconscious.

But I did find
methylsulfonylmethane

and vitamin C,
two ingredients commonly used

in anti-wrinkle cream.
Huh.

That's weird.
Austin's in his 20s.

Why would he be
worried about aging?

Well, I didn't tell you
where I found the particulates.

They were on his boxers,
right by...

let's just say
his lower abdominal area.

Okay, so that means

someone much older than him

had their hands down his pants.

Oh, well, that explains it.

Explains what?

Why mothers prefer...

Austin's services over Matt's.

Yeah, I don't...
I...

Oh, my God, you guys. Really?

Come on. Austin's,
like, a total hunk.

Objectively speaking,
he does appear more virile.

Really?

Looks like one of the mothers

at the tutoring place
thought so, too.

Mm-hmm.

Dr. Fisher,

on the scapulae
and the left radius,

I'm seeing blunt
force trauma

that suggests the
victim was hit

with some object
with an angular edge.

Yes,

the damage is consistent
with a squared-off object,

like a 2x4.

I concur.
How are you progressing

with your skull reassembly?

In process.

How are you progressing
with your audiobook?

Very well.
Hmm.

Not that it interests you.

Angela told you.

I am a contemptible fool
for trusting her.

Tell me, what is it
about my novels

that you find so objectionable?

I don't know that I should
speak frankly here.

But...

from what little I've read,

I find them to be cheap

and lacking a certain
perspicacity.

Perspicacity?

Yes, it's a common
vocabulary word

for my SAT students.

It means shrewdness, or insight.

I'm aware of what it means.

I merely thought it

an interesting choice.

Hang on.

There is a slight contusion
on this fragment

of the frontal bone
and its corresponding piece.

See that?
Just a small nick.

A slight puncture,

conforming to the
shape of a human incisor.

I've seen this injury profile
in cases where

the victim head-butted
an attacker.

So the victim got into a fight
shortly before he died.

Given the evidence
of the hand cream,

and if he was sleeping
with married women,

we might be looking
for a jealous husband.

A melodrama worthy
of one of your pulp novels.

Maybe that's enough speaking
frankly for you today.

Look, this is all just a...
a big misunderstanding.

Where's my wife?

She's with another agent,
Mr. Mills.

But never mind her.

Austin was at your house
the day he died.

ER records show that
you checked yourself in

for the broken nose that night.

No use denying that.

Look, I understand
how enraged you must've been.

You found your son's tutor
with your wife.

You killed him by accident?
No.

Look, he's the one

that overreacted.

He head-butted me.

Hard.
So you fought back.

Hope your wife's
telling the same story.

So, Mrs. Mills,
how long have you been

sleeping with Austin?
Please, call me Cornelia.

And I wasn't sleeping
with Austin.

Come on,

there's no reason to deny it.

We know that you
had your hands down his pants.

Yeah.

I went for his goods

because I knew that Gavin was
about to walk through the door.

So you wanted
your husband to catch you?

Gavin and I both run
very stressful legal practices.

We need a release.

And there is nothing

like that feeling
of being caught in the act.

It's a horrible feeling.

My wife... gets off
on taunting me with other men.

Of course,

Austin's hardly the first.
No?

Oh, heck, no, no,
there was the-the gardener,

the pool guy, the piano tuner.

So Austin,
he was the final straw.

No, this wasn't even
the first time with Austin.

Usually, he just
pushed her off, but...

this time,
Austin seemed different.

Angry.
He head-butted you.

A-And then he yelled
something like, uh,

"You people are all nuts.

"You think money means you can
get away with everything.

I'm done."

Then Austin, uh, stormed out

and that's the last
that I saw of him.

Great, thank you, Mrs. Mills.

I told you, it's Cornelia.

Uh-huh, you're free to go.

We're gonna hold your husband
for a little bit,

check out his alibi.

But in the meantime,

anything else that
you may come up...

Why don't you give me your cell?

In case I do come up
with something?

Hey.

Anything in Austin's
files that suggests

why he more stressed than usual?

He was juggling about 50
students, but that was normal.

I seriously doubt that.

In my tutoring days,

I could juggle
up to ten students.

To imagine Austin being
five times more productive

strains credulity.

Yeah, that does seem like a lot.

Do you have something for me,
Dr. Fisher?

Yes.

Hodgins got these
swab results back

from the blunt
force trauma injuries.

And he had you deliver them?

I think he was
afraid to see you.

But he did say whatever
Austin was beaten with

was made of stainless steel,
and had trace of leather.

I'm thinking it was found in the

Fifty Shades of Grey aisle.

Thank you for that image.

Mm.

So these are Austin's
client invoices.

All I have to do is let
the computer scan the dates

and times of the appointments.

That's odd.

It looks like he was regularly
triple-booking clients.

Oh, I see

what's going on here.

Scams like this are
running rampant.

Parents are paying

cash-strapped college grads

to take online classes
for their kids.

So Austin's students
were cheating?

Well, some of them might
have been honest.

But he would've charged
the cheaters extra.

Well, if that's true,
Austin's boss, Amy,

would certainly know about it.

Ms. Bryan,

Special Agent Aubrey.
This is my colleague,

Karen Delfs.

Hi.
You want to come on down?

This again.

Look, as I told your colleagues,

we all want to help,
but this is disrupting

my students'
learning environment.

Don't you mean disrupting
the tutors that you have

taking the students'
classes for them?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh.
And I told your people already,

we didn't see Austin
the day he died.

So, I'm sorry, there's nothing
more I can do for you.

Oh.

Look at that.

Is that dried blood?

Austin was injured

by an object made of steel

with traces of leather.

So kind of like these stairs,
with shoe leather on them.

He fell down the stairs.

We're gonna have to ask you
to come with us.

This learning environment
you got here

is now a crime scene.

Look, I'm only gonna ask you
one last time.

What was Austin doing in the
office the night that he died?

Amy, I would advise you

- not to answer any more questions.
- Whoa.

I'm sorry, what are you doing?

I'll be representing Ms. Bryan.

My son is her client,
so representing her

in this matter is
the least I can do.

She lied to us,
you understand me?

Austin was gonna blow
the whistle on her.

This is insane, I never spoke to
Austin that day.

That's enough, Amy.

Agent Booth,
what I'm hearing is that

you have no physical evidence

to tie my client to the murder,

or to suggest her knowledge
of Austin's cheating.

Well, it's difficult to believe
Amy didn't know about it.

She was making money off
of Austin's fraudulent work.

I have something that

you might want to see.

This is a list of each student
Amy met with in her office

the night of
Austin's death, as well as

stills from the security footage

of Amy out to eat
at a restaurant

30 miles away from
where the body was found.

My client's alibi
is documented

and it is airtight.

Amy?

So, if that is all...

Or maybe it isn't all.

Agent Booth?

Weird.

I'm gonna have the

cheeseburger, side of fries.

Nothing for me, thanks.

- Okay.
- Nothing? Are you feeling okay?

I'm just not that
hungry, that's all.

So, Dr. Brennan, how's the,
uh, audiobook career coming?

Don't encourage her.
Very well, thank you.

I finished recording my audition

and sent it in to my editor.

- Hmm.
- Cool. Let's hear it.

Oh, wow.
Sure.

Andy and Kathy were
in a predicament.

"Where are we?" Kathy asked.

"I'm not sure just yet,"

- Andy said.
- Hold on.

I'm sorry, that is your voice
for Agent Andy?

Yes, that's exactly how
I hear him in my head

- when I write.
- No.

That is... really good.

It's really good.

Recording quality,

super clear.

So the case?
Right.

So, look, even if Austin

didn't actually see Amy

the night that he died,

based on what he said
at the Mills',

clearly, he went there
ready to quit.

The question is, what happened
outside those offices

that stopped him
from going inside?

This is a map of all
the gunshots on the body.

What do the colors represent?

Each color corresponds
with one of the five shots.

But it's still
a little bit unclear.

Now, what if you

take this image

and place it on top of

an overhead view of
the crime scene, and then

map out the areas where
the pellets hit the ground?

Oh, that's a good idea.

Okay, this'll just
take me a few seconds.

Hey, have you figured out what
you're gonna do to Hodgins yet?

You sure you want to know?

Oh, yeah, much clearer.

The killer fired while
standing directly over the body.

The spray is too spread out.

Oof.

Okay, yeah, you're right.

It doesn't match.

Given the size
of the spray range,

the killer would've
had to have shot

from several meters overhead.

But not if the barrel
was shortened.

What, like a sawed-off shotgun?

Exactly.

Adjust the simulation

for a barrel length of...

30 centimeters.

Okay.

Yeah, that works.

But, wait, isn't it illegal

to even own a sawed-off shotgun?

It is.
So we're not looking for someone

with a gun used to hunt.

No, we're looking
for somebody with a gun

used to commit a crime.

Aubrey, didn't they tell you
there's cake in the break room?

Look at that, huh?
Hey, no, I'm okay.

Okay, that's it.
What the hell's wrong with you?

Come on.

All right, look,

I don't want this to
interfere with work,

but you know that my dad
is back in the country.

Yeah, I know, we got people
out there looking for him.

Yeah, no, I know,
it's just, uh...

it's on my mind, that's all.

Anyway, uh, this is
every case file for

crimes committed
in the past year

involving a sawed-off shotgun.

There's a lot of them.

You can throw out
any of the, uh,

gun-holders that
were arrested, right?

You can't kill someone
if you're already in prison.

That's for sure.

Oh. Wow.

Thick, eh?

You know, my old man,
he was a piece of work.

Yeah, he drank, right?

Yeah.

He drank, and he beat the crap
out of me and my brother,

till Pops took us in.

I guess neither one of us
drew very well

in the fatherhood lottery.
Well, you know,

with my dad,
he died a while back.

I never got a chance
to really confront him.

Tell him how I really feel,
you know, man-to-man.

Look, Booth, let's just suppose
that I know where my dad...

Stop talking.

All I'm saying is,
when we do bring your father in,

maybe you'll get a chance
for some closure.

Well, look at this.

I think I got something.
What is it?

Convenience store robbery

about a month ago.

This look like anyone
that we know?

It's Austin's roommate, Benny.

Yeah, he's got
the same weapon that was used

to kill his friend.

So, looks like your best bud
Austin was murdered

with a sawed-off shotgun.

You recognize
that cashier?

Because he recognized you.

Picked you out of a lineup,
no problem.

I get it, this looks bad.
But like I told you,

I would never,
ever hurt Austin.

What are you saying? Is this
some kind of coincidence?

No. You say it was
a sawed-off?

Then, yeah, it was my gun
that killed him.

Look, I fell in
with the wrong people,

into some bad things
that I shouldn't have.

Austin, he found out.
He was pissed.

He called me on it, he told me
I was better than that.

So he was gonna turn you in.

You and your buddies
decided to shut him up?

No. Austin was no snitch.

No. He took the gun from me,
and the ammo, and he hid it.

He was holding the sawed-off.

One of the parents must
have found it and--

You know what? I'm getting
sick and tired of you

pointing the finger
at everyone except yourself.

You're right.
It was my gun.

And I have to live with that.

But I didn't kill him.

You think it was one
of his students, Benny?

No. No. Those kids,
they idolized him.

I used to joke, those rich
kids were just a paycheck.

Austin, he made them feel
like it was something else,

like they were friends
or something, you know?

They loved him.

I'm telling you,
look at the parents.

Dr. Brennan,
you found something?

Take a look at this injury
on the left humerus.

Blunt force trauma.

Most likely from
falling down the stairs.

Perhaps. But there are
far more hairline fractures

surrounding the site

than on the other
stair-related injuries.

So you think
something else caused it?

I should have Dr. Hodgins swab
the wound site immediately.

You know what?
Let me take it to him.

It's time he and I
had a little chat.

Dr. Hodgins, Dr. Brennan
wanted you to look

for trace in this injury
she found on the humerus.

Yeah. Sure. I'm on it.

Also, I thought
we should talk.

Right.

So how much trouble am I in?

Oh, please, Dr. Hodgins.

Actually, I-- I'm looking
at this little episode

as an opportunity
for self-reflection.

You are?

Well, the fact that
one of my colleagues

was so afraid of me
that he would

cover up a spider infestation
in my office

makes me think I should
reconsider my management style.

So you're just
gonna forgive me?

Well, either that,
or I wait until you're lulled

into a sense of security--
maybe days, maybe months.

And then when you least expect
it, exact my revenge.

Are you serious?
Come on, Cam.

That anticipation,
that's just cruel.

Almost like living
in constant fear

that there might be a spider
crawling in your hair?

You might want to hurry up
with the swab.

You don't want
to keep me waiting.

We searched Benny's place
high and low.

No sign of the murder weapon.

Well, maybe he was
telling the truth.

I might have something.

Benny said that
all the students

really adored Austin, right?

That they thought
the world of him.

They thought of him as more
of a friend than a tutor.

Which means none of them
had motive to kill.

Except that I've worked
hundreds of stalking cases,

and nine times out of ten it's
not the overtly threatening type

that you want to be worried
about, 'cause, see,

they're getting their aggression
out through their words.

The ones that should scare you--

Are the ones who
express their affection.

So what you're saying,
maybe if a student was

attached enough to Austin--

Then that student
would be very upset

to find out that Austin
was leaving.

Aubrey, get a list of
all the kids who were

at the tutoring office
that night.

So I should just...

Okay.

You know?

Oh, great. Now what?
Just need

to ask your son a couple follow-
up questions, that's all.

Uh, no. Sorry. We already
told you everything we know.

Except Jacob failed
to mention that he was

at the tutoring offices
the night that Austin died.

I didn't lie. I told you
I had a question about physics,

but Austin wouldn't pick up.

So I rode my bike over
to see if Amy could help.

There. He answered
your question.

Now could you please leave?

Oh, hold on for a second.

Bones, take a look
at that bag, will you?

Shape seems right.
It corresponds to the injury

I found on the humerus.
What is she talking about?

Our lab found axle grease
on Austin's body.

If Jacob put his bike
inside Austin's trunk

along with the body,
the peg could have

pressed up against
Austin's humerus.

Booth, there's blood residue
all over this bike.

Okay. You have
no right to be here.

You saw Austin outside
the tutoring offices

that night, didn't you?

He told you
he was gonna quit.

Well, I asked him
if we'd still hang out.

He said no. He said I was
nothing but a paycheck to him.

That must have
made you mad.

Jacob, what did you do?

I didn't do anything.

All right, he's the one
who picked a fight.

I-I didn't mean for him
to fall down the stairs.

But after he did...

You drove him to
a bad part of town

and you shot up his body so it
wouldn't look like an accident.

Jacob, tell them they're wrong.

Mom, would you just shut up?

I just-- I didn't--
I didn't want to lose

everything I worked for.

He called me a paycheck.

Hey. I figured if I waited here
long enough, you'd show up.

It's safe for us?

Does this mean you've
thought about things?

That, uh, you're
gonna help me?

Not you. This kid.

I thought about how I grew up,
seeing your face on the news,

seeing Mom cry.

I wouldn't wish that
childhood on anyone.

You know, I never would have
left if I didn't think

you could handle it...

that you'd turn out to be
such a good man.

And I was right.

I'm proud of you, James.

You're one of
the only good things

I've ever done in my life.

You know, a friend of mine says
that people can change.

Maybe he's right.

But I'm just not ready
to believe in you.

Philip Aubrey,
you're under arrest.

This was a mistake, James.

Sir...
Oh, and one more thing.

Don't ever take credit
for how I turned out. Okay?

Any good in me was despite
having you as a father.

Let's go.

I know this was hard,
but you did the right thing.

Did I?

I put a call over to my friend
at the State Department.

He just got back to me.

They don't know
who this kid is.

That's not your dad's son.

Can I get my friend a burger
over here, please?

Come on, I'm good. Really.
Double cheese.

Okay. Maybe a shake?
Two milkshakes.

Knock-knock. How are you?

Cam wants you to sign off
on this forensic report.

Thank you. You're free
to go for the evening.

Have a good night.

Actually, before you do,

earlier you critiqued my work
as lacking perspicacity.

Perhaps I was a bit too harsh.

I assure you, my
skin is quite thick,

in the metaphorical sense.

However, the word choice
triggered a memory.

Years ago, my editor sent me
stories written by readers

in the style of my books--
fan fiction.

Oh, fan fiction. Yeah.

Most of them were
quite terrible.

But one story at least
got the science right.

It was called "The
Perspicacity in the Bones."

That's ironic.

Memorably bad title.

The plot centered around
a tormented intern who...

Had an affair with his boss.

Uh, Dr. Brennan...

...if I may...

I ran a computer analysis...
No, you didn't.

of the prose
from that story

with work you've
written for me.

The result was conclusive.

Yeah.

You've not only
read my novels,

but you were once
a devoted fan of them.

You're gonna tell Angela and
Hodgins about this, aren't you?

That would be
needlessly cruel.

Thank you.

I think it's enough
for us to know

that despite your
apathetic affectations,

there are things in this
world that bring you joy.

I am in a hell of my own making.

Hey, Bones,
you're just in time.

Christine, she's brushing her
teeth and getting ready for bed.

Excellent. How's Aubrey?

Oh, he'll be okay, he's fine.
He's already 12 doughnuts in.

Listen, I've been thinking.
I think it's great that you're

sending in your audition tape.

You know what? You're-you're
challenging yourself.

Actually, I destroyed it.
What? Why?

As an author,
I can read my audience,

and everything I need to know
about my future as a voice actor

was evident
in Aubrey's demeanor today.

Oh, that kid's got
no poker face.

Besides, someone else
reminded me

that my work has already
touched many people,

no matter how you read it.

Speaking of which,
all right,

there's a big fan of yours
in the back room there

that would love to hear
a reading from you.

Oh, you think?

For sure.

Really? Well, if I start
with my latest novel,

that might be too confusing.

Maybe my first book.

Whoa. Wait a second.
Are you serious?

That's a little dark
for a six-year-old.

No. My plots are no darker

than your average
fairy tale.

Bones, you're talking about
brutal murders here.

In the original Cinderella,

two doves peck the eyes out
of the stepsisters.

I don't remember that
in the movie.

Well, it's in
the original short story,

which I've already read her.
What?

Okay. Don't judge me, Booth.

When I described the
pecking out of the eyes,

I did so in a
tasteful manner.

Tasteful? There's
nothing tasteful about...

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