All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S01E06 - The Man in the Wall (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Come on, honey.

If we don't leave now,
we won't get into the club.

I'm just finishing
up a few e-mails.

Oh, what?

My publisher wants to
schedule a book tour.

I'm just
confirming dates.

Okay, that can wait, sweetie.

There's a student
that needs help

identifying the cause
of a fracture

on a lateral epicondyle.

TGIF. You heard of that?

Yeah. It's some
kind of acronym.

But my in-box is full.

We know that's not true.

And there's a TV show
that needs research.

Not that they listen.

We're going.

I really should
catalogue that skull.

It's in the museum's exhibit
on the French Revolution.

Yeah. Pepe LePew is more
important than booze and boys.

I don't think that's his name.

( hip-hop music playing )

MAN:
All right, all right, everybody.

We're gonna do some rockin'
here tonight.

Tonight, straight from the club,
we brings to you

the number one deejay
around town-- DJ Rulz!

Give it up!
( crowd applauding )

ANGELA:
Feels good, doesn't it?

Being with people
who are alive.

BRENNAN:
It's very stimulating,
I have to admit.

We are so going to
tear it up tonight.

That's slang, right?

Right.

Is my costume all right?

Sweetie, it's not a costume--
it's a cute outfit--

and, yes, it looks perfect.

I know, it's very...
it's very warm in here.

EMCEE:
...DJ Rulz, give it up!
No, because it looks great.

And you are
getting checked out.
( hop-hop playing )

I love this music!

ANGELA:
DJ Rulz! He is so hot!

( singing rap song )

It's so tribal.

Don't say "tribal," sweetie.

Why? Oh, because of
all the black people?

Sweetie, just for tonight,

have fun, stop dissecting
and take part.

Well, African-Americans
aren't the only ones

with a tribal heritage.

You saying we're natives
in some tribe?

Anthropologically speaking,
we're all members of tribes.

You'd better shut your mouth.

I just meant hip-hop mirrors
the direct visceral connection

you see in tribal communication.

What?

After the Cartesian split
in the 17th century,

we separated our minds
from our bodies,

the numinous from
the animalistic.

Are you calling me
an animal, fool?

No, fool. She's using
Descartes' philosophy

to say she's down
with the music.

Now, who are you
calling a fool, fool?

Get out of my way.

Don't push me.

We're going.
We're going.

You shouldn't
have done that, bitch.

( music stops )

Uh-oh.

WOMAN:
What is that?

Are you sure she
can handle this?

No one in our lab knows
the first thing

about dealing with a mummy.

I'd have to call her in anyway.

She assaulted
two agents

who were trying to
tape off the body.

They were trying
to compromise the remains.

A cloud of meth covered
the dance floor.

I think they've inhaled
quite a lot.

Are you two high?

Only by accident,
so it doesn't count.

Wait. Why did you bring Tessa?

This doesn't seem like
such a great date.

We were out to dinner
when he got your call.

Your pupils are the size
of saucers.

Get away from the remains!

Bones, simmer down.

How long is this
going to take?

Who the hell wants to know?

I'm sorry.
He works for me.

I'm Randall Hall.
I run this place.

You run this
place, Mr. Hall.

Just so you know,
'cause we, uh,

found some drugs
on the dead...

We found them. We found them.

We found some drugs
on the dead guy.

We're going to
want to know

where they came from,
why he had them...

Why?

Why he had them.
Why he had them.

Any idea who he is?

Any idea?

The guy barely
looks human.

What makes you think
I'd recognize him?

Bones, how did
something like this

happen? Oh!

The Egyptians would give

the body a cedar oil enema,

and then rinse it with wine

and cover it with salt.

But I don't think that's
what happened here.

Bones, you are totally wasted.

Zack! Zack!

Zack.

Come here, come here.

Isn't this a beautiful
specimen of mummification?

What's going on?

Let's just say
your boss inhaled.

See how perfectly dried
and preserved the skin is.

You don't find something
like this every day.

Hey, Tessa,

have you seen it?

It's so hard to believe that
you two would be a couple.

You know, cop and lawyer.
It's very touching.

I'm going to grab a cab.

Oh, no, oh, okay,
hold on. Well, uh...

Sorry.

I apologize. Here.

I'm going to make it up
to you, I promise.

Okay? Ice cream later.

Take care.

I'll talk to you later.
Talk to you later.

Aw...
Aw...

Can we just stick to the
business here? Thank you.

I'm going to need a list
of your employees, all right?

We'll find out...
run them through

the system, see if
any one of them

have a drug conviction.

How long before
you can ID him?

Well, I'm not at all
tired, so I'm sure

I can stay up
all night and work.

We have to be careful
removing him.

He's very dry and brittle.

( camera shutter clicking )

My first modern mummy.

Crystal meth is made
from cold medicine,

lye, and the strike
pads from matchbooks.

The body was not designed

to deal with that
kind of assault.

So I'm finding out.

Chamomile tea?
It's very soothing.

I just need
your results.

How about a stick
off your back?key

Are you sure you need me here?

Payback for showing
me the good life.

Okay, so how is my man,
the Tut?

In better shape
than I am.

The meth found in his lungs
and nasal passages

matches the meth that juiced
Angela and the good doctor here.

Can you please
keep it clinical?

So, uh, he died
of, uh, an overdose.

Asphyxiation.

The meth coated the
alveoli in his lungs,

making breathing
impossible.

So, uh, he, uh, overdosed
with his meth behind the wall?

The little space was too narrow
for him to squeeze through.

He got stuck, the bag broke,

and, when he gasped for air,

he inhaled and died
instantaneously.

The dry air convection
behind the wall

removed most of the moisture
from his body.

How long was he,
uh, in there?

HODGINS:
in his ears, the acarid mites

I'd say six weeks.

Hey, didn't he have hands?

They're easier to work with
dismembered.

I've rehydrated them so we
can get some fingerprints.

Off that?

Sure.

You ever been
to Costa Rica?

I was flown down once.

They found a human skull,

12,000 years old.

Why?

I'm finally getting
some vacation time.

I was going to head off

on Thursday.

I heard Costa Rica
was beautiful.

Yes. Fascinating wildlife.

Lots of parrots.

Oh, I don't like parrots.

No, people should really, really

do all the talking, you know.

Maybe I should...

Oh, God! What
are you doing?

The Aztecs would flay people

and then wear their skin
as a bodysuit.

I guess you won't be needing
mittens for Christmas, huh?

Did the FBI find a match?

Yup. His name
is Roy Taylor.

MONTENEGRO:
Roy Taylor?
You're kidding.

It's DJ Mount!

I don't know
who that is.

Mount is one
of the best deejays in DC.

He used to play at the club.

Everyone was wondering
what happened to him.

His album is really going
to take off after this.

( hip-hop song playing )

Never knew this side
of you, Bones.

It's DJ Mount.

You're hung over.

Doesn't this make
your head explode?

I grabbed a couple hours
of sleep on my couch,

and showered in the lab's
decontamination room.

You really know how to live.

Angela said rap artists
sometimes kill each other

over the music: Jam Master
Jay, Tupac, Biggie...

Do you even know who
you're talking about?

Yeah, I've done my Googling.

Listen, you can hear the alpha
male asserting himself.

( imitating drum machine )

* Yeah, fill your ass
up... with lead * ?!

Always a nice lyric.

I'm heading back to the club

to meet the FBI forensics team.

( weary sigh )
( music stops )

I'm getting facts.

RANDALL:
DJ Mount was starting
to break.

Finally making
some money.

Someone who's
never had anything,

that can go
to your head.

So, he gets involved
with drugs.

You didn't know
who he was hanging with

or who might have
been chasing him?

Dude like Mount,
he had a lot of enemies--

other artists,
rivalries.

Everyone wants to be number one.

I mean, you have to know
who the rivals are, Mr. Hall.

It affects your bottom line.

Wait for me by the elevator.

Rulz.

What rules?

That's his name.

( sighs )

He performs at the club.

I try to keep my crew
together, Agent Booth,

but I always had to run
interference between those two.

Why?

Ask Rulz.

ADDY:
Was it fun coming to the club?

Yeah, before the drugs
and the dead body.

Tilt... tilt down.

ADDY:
It seems so primitive,

being in a crowd of strangers,
gyrating to music.

You've never danced?

I've been told I look
like a marionette
in a windstorm.

You would've fit
right in last night.

Really?

BRENNAN:
Footprints.

In the dirt
and the termite shavings.

Someone was on the
other side of him.

ADDY:
Light.

This leads to the outside.

We need to get
inside that wall.

Or take it down.

( sighs )

One last look?

Take them in, show them around.

Agent Booth?

Yeah?

I'm Roy Taylor's father.

Maybe you know him as DJ Mount.

Mr. Taylor, please come in.

Thank you
for seeing me.

Please sit.

You're the one looking
into my son's murder?

Investigating his death.
Yes, sir.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I have some information
you need.

About your son's death?

No, sir.

About his life.

I've been reading
in the newspaper

how my son was part
of the meth scene.

How he was killed by drugs

behind a wall--
like that.

What my son did...

was graduate third
in his class from high school.

He would have
graduated first,

except he... he worked
a full-time job.

Track-and-field medals.

Baseball.

Roy never drank,
and he never did drugs.

Do you understand
me, sir?

Mr. Taylor...

How they are
portraying my boy

in the newspapers is wrong.

If his mother was alive,
it would kill her.

I taught him

a relationship with Jesus.

Do you understand, sir?

A personal relationship
with Jesus.

With all due respect, sir,

sometimes, when kids grow up,
they change.

They move away from
what they were taught.

Five years old,
he made this.

And a lady who...
who reads palms,

she looked at it and she said...

she said my boy
was going to be a great man.

A good man.

( sniffs )

She read no evil
in that boy's hand.

I can see that now, sir.

Some iniquity killed my boy.

You know that word,
Agent Booth?

It's from the Bible.

"Deliver me from
the workers of iniquity...

and save me from bloody men."

You know your psalms, sir.

( sniffs )

I can trust that you will find
out what happened to my boy?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Then I'm glad
I came by.

Can we conform to as much
forensic protocol as possible?

ADDY:
We're better at this
than you think.

( rats squeaking )
You know what those are?

Rats.
Trying to scare us
with rats?

We go to places
where the rats

eat the laces
right out of our boots.

Take it easy there, Willard.

Here are the footprints.

There are marks on the wall.

It's scraped.

BRENNAN:
Blood smear... dried.

I see something.

Can I retrieve?

Yes.

Apparently, there's
a rivalry between Mount

and this guy Rulz.

We saw him perform
at the club last night.

Did you talk to him?

Uh-uh. I don't have
enough yet.

I go in too soon,
he could run.

Wow. That's a beautiful piece.

Zirconium
or diamond?

I'm more focused
on the dried blood
and flesh at the moment.

You buy Tessa jewelry?

I... I really don't want
to talk about that right now.

Too much of a commitment?

I just thought, because
you two were going away...

Do you have anything yet?

Given the rate
of air convection,

and the degree

of dehydration
of the flesh,

I'd say they were there
at the same time.

Must hurt like hell

to get that thing ripped out
of your belly button.

I thought it was an earring.

Look at the size of the stud.

I had one of these.

Before they became totally
Miami-divorcee.

Good news. I was able
to pull some particulates.

Are those, uh...?

Eyeballs? Yeah.

Two types of foreign
material in the eyes--

low-density polyethylene residue
and methamphetamine crystals.

Polyethylene?

Came from the plastic bag
holding the meth.

This can be cleaned now.

Yeah. That's a real diamond.

Hey, why don't you get her
a belly-button ring?

That's not too much
of a commitment.

Yeah, that's great.

The inside of the lips
was damaged by the teeth.

This was not an accidental
inhalation.

The meth

was pushed against his face
with force.

Someone was trying
to smother him.

Which would explain how the
particulates got into the eye.

MONTENEGRO:
So he didn't OD.

He was murdered.

So we just have to find out
who owns this belly-button ring.

Look at this.
"Luv Rulz."

At least we know who to ask.

( hip-hop playing )

Hello.

Yeah, it's open.

Yeah, it's open. FBI.
Special Agent Booth.

Is the FBI recruiting

from America's Top Model
now?

I'm a forensic anthropologist
at the Jeffersonian.

She works for the FBI.

Yeah, I can live with that.

Dr. Brennan also discovered
that Roy Taylor was murdered.

So?

So murder is wacked.

See? 'Cause those
are the rules... Rulz.

Maybe he had it
coming to him.

Oh, so you and Roy Taylor
don't get along.

That sucker ran
me down, man.

Tried to slam me
on one of his tracks,

and ain't nobody
do that.

And, uh... what happens
when they do?

I take a piece of them.

I got in his face
one night at the Bassment.

I told him to disappear,
and I ain't seen him since.

'Cause he knew
to follow the Rulz.

( chuckles )

And, uh, maybe
your girlfriend

made sure that your...
your problem just went away.

That ain't my woman
no more.

I kicked her sorry ass out
months ago.

What is her sorry ass name?

Eve Warren.

What was she doing
with Mount?

Take a guess.

I guess it was just
his turn.

She kept your ring?

It's a diamond, man.

Why she going to
get rid of that?

Any idea where she is now?

Probably ripping somebody
else off.

That girl don't care about
nobody but herself.

Even though
she got a kid,

don't care about
her neither.

Let her brother shoulder that.

Bitch.

What happened to your hand?

I got shot through the wrist
a few years ago.

Shattered the lower radius
and the pisiform.

Yeah.

I got some nerve damage, too.

That's impressive.

I got shot
in the back,

and through the leg, too.
You want to see the scars?

Thanks anyway.

Let us know
if you hear from Eve.

That's all I got
for y'all.

I'm going to get back
to work.

Come on,
let's hit it.

Let us know
if you hear from her.

( hip-hop playing )

Bones?

( hip-hop playing )

I like this music.

BOOTH:
Okay, how about this...

DJ Mount trusted Eve

because they were
sleeping together.

So she meets him
in the wall, takes the drugs,

kills him for Rulz,
then he takes off.

You should write fiction.

What? It's reasonable.

It's not based on evidence.
It's conjecture.

Look, I'm positing
a scenario.

We've been through
this before.

Yeah, and it always seems
to be a waste of time.

Now, finding a marker
on a bone...

No. You know, I think
I need a vacation.

I think you do, too.

I'm not the one who's snippy.

Snippy?

What are you, like, 70?
See what I mean?

I think
you should find

a nice, relaxing place
to go on that vacation.

Somewhere where you can
get a massage,

maybe do some yoga.

I don't do yoga.

Okay, push-ups, sit-ups,
pull-ups-- that's what I do.

That's more cardiovascular.

Yoga deals more with...

Why exactly are
we talking about this?

Because you're tense.

Because we're talking.

( hip-hop playing )

You switched my music.

Roy Taylor?

Yes.

Anything pop out at you
now that the bones are clean?

There's some damage
to the facet joint

and foramen on C-4
on the right side of the neck.

That suggests his head
was forced that way.

One other thing.

I was looking at the skull
through the microscope--

came across

a slight depression.

Barely discernible.

Slight indentation?

Could be congenital

or a bone anomaly.

Probably.

Do you ever go on vacation?

I take my vacation
when you take your vacation.

What do you do?

Go back home
to Michigan.

See the family.

I have three brothers
and four sisters.

Do you enjoy that?

God, no.

I made the mistake
of telling them

I work with corpses
and skeletons.

They think I'm a freak.

Then why do you go?

It's my family.

They love me.

Take a closer look

at the anomaly under
the scanning microscope.

See what made that mark.

( hip-hop playing )

Work it out, work it out.
That's right!

That's right. Good, good, good.

Yeah, let's work,
let's work.

What do you want?

Special Agent Booth, FBI.

This is my associate
Dr. Brennan.

What do you
call this?

Krump.

The kids-- they come here,
they dance.

They don't gangbang.

So what do you want?

You didn't come here
for a dance lesson.

Hi, Maya. How
you doing, baby?

Come on, now.

We're going to go outside
and going to play with

the rest of the kids, okay?

There you go.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions

about your sister Eve.

( sighs )

What's she done now?

When was the last
time you saw her?

About six weeks ago
when she dropped off Maya.

Just dropped her off
and left?

Told me she needed me
to watch her for
a couple days.

Left me some money.

Did you, um, happen to have

a, I don't know,
recent photo that we could take?

( sighs ):
Evie said she had
cleaned herself up--

she was turning
her life around--

and I believed her.

She never
came back.

That little girl out there?
That's her daughter.

GEORGE:
She's like a daughter
to me, too.

Didn't it bother you that
Eve never came back?

I mean, didn't you
go look for her?

I learned to let her go.

And, Eve, she's had
a lot of problems--

drugs, hanging out
with the wrong people.

I mean, if I track her
down and she takes Maya
before she's ready...

I'm not letting nothin' happen
to that little girl.

BOOTH:
Do you know
Roy Taylor?

Met him. DJ Mount.
I like his stuff.

He's pure.
Play it for the kids.

We have reason to believe
that she was

with him the night
he was murdered.

Murdered?

You can't find Evie?

No.

GEORGE ( sighs ): Oh,
man...

She told me she loved him.

And that... she and Mount

were going to take Maya away
out of DC...

give her a better life--
one we never had.

You said she left you some cash.

Yeah. For Maya.

I'll buy what you have,
two dollars to one.

Sure, man...

You may want the stooges
at the FBI--

who are experts, due to your
so-called "drug war"--

to run a comparison,
but I'd say the methamphetamine

on these bills matches
the meth found

with DJ Mount
behind the wall.

And my guess is that Eve
was with Mount at the time
that he was murdered.

How about this, huh?

DJ Mount

rejects Eve because
of her questionable past.

So, uh, hey, she gets mad,

she wants to leave
with some money, so, uh...

What?

Yeah, I don't really think much
about that kind of stuff.

I'm more about bugs
and minerals. Sorry.

Oh, come on, Hodgins.
Hey, you're a smart guy.
You're a smart guy.

Look up from
your microscope, huh?

These are real people
we're trying to figure out here.

Okay.

Maybe she was just using Mount--

setting him up to get
his drugs and money.
Very nice, Hodgins.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Real question is,
where does she go next?

You're on fire, man.

After she left
her brother's place,

because that is where she met
her untimely end.

You know what?
I'm going to turn you
into an investigator yet.

No, no, no, no.

Bugs and slime, dude.
That is where I'm happy.

The damage to his C-4 vertebra
was the result

of his head being twisted
so far to the right.

He was moving this way,

toward Eve.

BOOTH:
My bet is he was chasing her.

And that's based on...?

Money and meth.

She left that corridor
carrying money

saturated in the same meth
that killed Mount.

She was moving fast.

She didn't even stop when
her belly ring got ripped out.

Hey, money's a pretty good
reason to get chased, hmm?

Only question is,
why wasn't he facing her?

It got tight back there.

15 centimeters.

Eve ripped out
her belly button ring here,

and then left a smear of blood
until the corridor widened.

Here.

( exhales )

What?

That just...
makes me a little sick.
You pick dead bodies

out of mass graves, and yanking
out a belly button ring

makes you sick?
Okay, okay,
moving on.

All right, I've shot a
lot of people in my time,

and I got to admit, that
whole belly button thing

makes me nauseous, too.
Thank you.

MONTENEGRO:
At this point,

Mount must have looked
behind him but kept going.

Then the passageway narrowed,

so he couldn't turn his head
back toward Eve.

Then there's no way
she could've shoved

the meth into his face--
Eve didn't kill him.

A third person surprised
them-- that's why he
turned his head to look.

BRENNAN:
Mount's body prevented
this third person

from getting to Eve,
so she escaped.
But he got to Mount

and shoved the meth
in his face and
he killed him. Ah.

But the real
question is,

who the hell is this
third person?

MAN:
Why the hell
you pick me up, man?

I think you know
why I brought you in.
Yeah, right.

I waited for you to contact me,
explain your situation,

but you didn't do that.

That's not polite.

What are you? DEA?

Metro cop?

I'm Special Agent Ronald Oakes.

One of us?

My orders were not to break
deep cover for anybody.

Out of deep regard

for my FBI brother...
I gave you the nod.

( chuckles )

That's bull.

I made you.

Now you're making excuses.

Got any keys
for these cuffs?
Fine.

Have it your way.

You know, I need more
than a nod, man.

You know, I'm
conducting a
murder investigation.

Now, I need to know
what you know.

Been 15 months
on the task force

investigating
the links between

the urban music business
and gang activity.

So that's why you got next
to Randall Hall.

"Randall Hall" is a clean alias.
You ran him, right?
Yeah.

Came back clean?
Mm-hmm.

Exactly. His real name
is Terence Baskin.

Now, we know... that he's
pushing meth through that club.

But we can't get
enough to touch him.

Our informants disappear.

They either
get bought off

or they get killed.

What about this murder?
The night that

DJ Mount disappeared,
Hall got ripped off

for a mountain of meth
and a ton of cash.

DJ Mount ripped off Hall?

Nah, doesn't scan.

Mount was into
Jesus, not chalk.

Hall killed DJ Mount.
Nah.

Hall has people do that
type of stuff for him.

So, listen, anybody asks...

why did you have me arrested?

Weapons beef.

( chuckles ):
So I don't get my gun back.

No.
No.

We meet up again...

if you get an excuse, hit me.

Oh... count on it.

HALL:
I've been investigated
for years.

Why do you think
they never got me on anything?

'Cause you're so smart?

Because Terence Baskin
is my past.

I am 100% clean now.

This is my life now.

This and my record label.

Not crystal meth.

Not gangbanging.

Yet much of the iconic
quality of urban music lies

in the perceived or
actual rivalry between
the principal artists.

Where did you find her?

Museum.

Was the rivalry between
Mount and Mr. Rulz

strong enough to...
lead to murder?

Sure. They were
both capable.

Add in the fact that
Mount was sleeping with
Rulz' girlfriend Eve.

Yeah, in fact...
Yeah?

Rulz built himself a studio
around that time.

Poured cement for the pad
a day after they disappeared.

So...?
I'm saying,

Mount's dead,
Eve's gone missing.

You might want to consider that.

Let's go.

What do you think?

Oh, I think, uh,
I think we need to find

a way to find a body buried
under a slab of cement.

Well, can't you
get a warrant?

To look around the premises,
maybe, but no way to tear it up.

Well, let me make
a phone call.

Tutti's traveled the world
finding dead bodies.

Does Tutti always drool
like that?

What, I'm going to hurt

her... his feelings?

Tutti is the best cadaver dog
in the world, Agent Booth.

It's true. If you were
a dead body, you'd want
Tutti looking for you.

BOOTH:
How can it smell anything

buried under a building?
He can.

Once...

I saw Tutti find a dead body
wrapped in plastic,

under concrete,
after four years.

Tutti can smell decaying
blood on a tooth six
feet underground.

I mean, so what?
He drools a little.
What's up with that?

You know, your eyes are
kind of close together,

butdon't comment.

I apologize.

Is he sincere?

Yeah.
All right, then.
We accept.

( Tutti moans )

Good boy, Tutti.
Tutti found something.

Oh, maybe he's just lazy.

Lying down is his indicator.

Tutti found it.

There's a body
under here.

You should get

a warrant
to bring in a jackhammer

for the floor.

I'd start digging here.

( moans )

Dental records confirm
that this is Eve Warren.

Insect activity confirms
she died around the same
time DJ Mount did.

Where did Booth go?
I got to give him the news.

His girlfriend brought
him a change of shirt.

They're up in the lounge.
Zack, clean the bones.

We've already got
cause of death and identity.
What am I looking for?

It might be grasping,
but that odd mark we
found on Mount's skull?

See if you can find anything
like it on Eve's remains.

Jamaica?
God, that's incredible.

Mmm. It's
a bed-and-breakfast.

There are these coral cliffs.

Snorkeling, kayaking...

Oh, you two are so ready for the
pre-shacking-up test vacation.

What do you mean?
You have keys
to each other's places.

You've done the weekend away
a couple times.

Yeah, it's time

for the ten-day vacation.

You know, Jamaica's like
a dry run for living together,

only with rum punch
and steel drums.

Yeah. See you later.

Living together?
Silly.

Thanks, you know, for
bringing me a shirt.

Yeah, okay.

I'll talk to you later.
Yeah.
Okay.

Hi, Tessa.
Yeah, okay, bye.

It's Eve Warren.

Eve Warren.

Cause of death?

Same as Mount.
Meth overdose.

Pushed in the face,
but there's more.

I don't think that
Rulz killed her.

She was buried
under his studio.
But her wrist was broken.

Bone damage indicates
that Eve was taken from behind

and smashed into a wall.

Her skull shows damage
to both the infraorbital

and supraorbital margins
and the zygomatic process.

Zygo-zu...? You said
she was killed by crystal meth.

BRENNAN:
She was. She would've been hurt
and stunned by the blow,

but not killed--
certainly not immediately.

A bag of crystal meth
was placed over her face,

actually ground into her
wounds-- into the airway.

Rulz couldn't have smashed her
into a wall?

Her radius was separated
from the scaphoid and trapezium.

Her right wrist
was twisted hard
behind her back.

There's damage to both the elbow
and the shoulder, as well.

For that to happen,

Eve's attacker would've had
to twist her arm up

with his right hand
while jamming the crystal meth

into her face with the other.

BRENNAN:
Both with a great deal of force.

Rulz had been shot twice
in the right hand.

I got it.
He had nerve damage.

There's no way he
had the strength to
kill Eve Warren.

You did not murder
Eve Warren.

This is a weird kind
of interrogation, huh?

Cops telling me
what I didn't do.

Well, then, do me a favor:

tell me Bones is wrong,
and confess to a murder.

Huh, pal?
Hell, no, man.

What you think,
I'm some type of idiot?

Well, do me
a favor-- deny it.

See? You got tricks.

You going to twist all my words
around.

Better not say anything

at all.

You didn't kill Eve Warren.

So you say.

The Rulz says

say nothing.

He wants us to hold him.

Why?

Why? Because every time
some rapper gets murdered,

his business goes
straight through the roof.

Why should DJ Mount
get the bump, huh?

Maybe it's my turn.

BOOTH:
I'll tell you what.

I'll make you
a better deal.

You tell us what
we need to know,

and I'll have
those charges

laid against you,
put you in the
Remand Center.

For how long?

Oh, that depends
on what you tell us.

Wait! Wait!

You're negotiating
to put this guy in jail?

Sweeten the pot, I'll charge you
with Mount's death, too.

Let you hire one of those
moron lawyers,

and you'll be thrown
in lockup for what,
maybe a month?

Sweet.

Where am I...
in Backwards World?

What have you got?
Look, I can tell y'all

why Mount got killed.

But y'all have to figure out
the rest on your own.

We have to figure it out
just from motive?

Okay, look, Bones,
this is, you know,

sort of my thing.

Man, Mount was going to jump.

You mean commit suicide?

Where did you find her?

The museum.
I mean labels.

Jump labels.

BOOTH ( chuckling ):
You're saying

that DJ Mount was going
to leave Bassment Records?

All he needed was the money
to buy himself back.

That's why
he got himself killed.

Now, if Hall even finds out
that I told you all that much,

I'm going to end up
some dried-out mummy in a wall.

But what about Eve?

Eve couldn't kill nobody.

Sex 'em to death maybe,

but that's
about it.

Oh, there's
one more thing.

The next day, Hall built me
a new studio.

Took it out of my money, too.

So, you going to put me in jail?

Well, you know,
hey,

it's the least
we can do, hmm?

BOOTH:
Hey, how about this?

Hall's got motive
to kill Mount.

Why? Because
he's jumping labels

and he's running away
with some girl

who's stealing Mount's
meth and money.

I'm starting to see how
this whole motive thing works.

Thank you.

It's still murky
psychological guesswork, though.

ADDY:
Dr. Brennan,

I found a mark
on Eve Warren

here on the manubrium.

Compare it to the mark
on Mount.

Okay, Eve tells Mount that
he wants to start a new life.

So she rips off the dope
and the cash

thinking she can build
a new future with it.

That's a story, Booth.

You need to find
something real.

For what? I mean, it feels real
to me...

I mean, Eve is a woman in love,

who's trying to escape a world
that's just crushing her.

Mount finds out how much trouble

the woman he's in love with
is in,

so he gives up his own life
to protect her.

It's not enough.

They were hoping
for a better life,

and they
wound up dead.

Looks like a match.

Thanks.

Good job.

What the hell is that?

Not sure.

It's a bone dimple.

But they both have it,
so it can't be genetic.

Something external caused it,
but I'm not sure what.

Randall Hall.

He's behind this.
Randall Hall.

Okay, he killed
these two people.

We know it. He did it.

We just can't touch him.

And there's no evidence
linking him to the drugs,

the cash or either body.

Except for a couple
of damn bone dimples.

I'll keep looking
at the remains...

maybe find the evidence we need.

I can't let it stand.
What?

You know what?
I'm going to spread the pain.

All right?
That's my new motto.

Wait! I can help spread pain.

Wait.

We know you did it.

What?

Killed Mount in that wall

so that he wouldn't
leave your label.

You killed Eve Warren.

Killed her and buried her

under Rulz's studio.

In the meantime,
this is going to have

to remain an active crime scene.

That's harassment.

I'll sue.

I'm going to harass you
every chance I get.

I'm not somebody
you want to mess with.

BOOTH:
Did you just poke me?

Did he just poke me

with his little stick?

This is my place.

I want to poke
someone, I do it.

All right, how easily
do you think I scare?

Hey, Booth?

Don't break the cane.

Arrest him and confiscate
the cane as evidence.

I need the cane.
Arrest him for what?

He's the guy who pointed
a gun at a federal agent.

Uttering threats

or smelling bad
or anything.

It's the cane
we want.

Fine. Here.

Randall Hall,

I am placing you
under arrest...

for assault
of a federal agent.

This will never
go to court.

Oh, let's go find out, huh?

Next time I take
your gun away from you,

I'll shoot you with it.

Well, then, I better not
let you get my gun again.

Come on, let's go.

Get this:
I called Tessa

to tell her
a couple of places

she should check out
in Jamaica...

She's not going.

What happened?

Well, she said something came up
at work, but I know the truth.

How many times do you want me
to poke Zack?

Just once, but
as hard as you can.

As hard as he can?

Why don't I hit him
as hard as I can?

Because you have arms
like noodles,

while I am vigorous
and burly.

What truth?

That all you got, burly boy?

They got freaked out
by Stage Six.

What...
what is Stage Six?

One: Spend the Night;
Two: Spend the Weekend;

Three: Exchange Keys;

Four: Sexy Weekend Getaway;
Five: Extended Vacation;

inevitably followed by Six:
Move in Together.

I'm an anthropologist.

I know the stages of everything.

You made those up.

I did not.
Yes, you did.

They got to Stage Five,
and they balked.

Not Booth.
Booth did not balk.

Sweetie,
it's always the guy.

No, Booth is not
a balker.
Hey!

The mark on Mount,
the mark on Eve--

they're the same.

He can't resist hitting them
with that stupid cane.

The end of the cane--
it's a fit

for both marks.

Hall is the killer.

Send the cane, the photos,
and the medium to the FBI.

Let them confirm
the match.

What, and let them have
all the glory?

My chest hurts.

Yeah...
all the glory.

TV REPORTER:
Here's what we know so far:

Evidence linking rap producer
Randall Hall

with the death of rising
hip-hop star DJ Mount

led to charges being filed today

by the District Attorney.

Information coming to us
slowly at this point

but, as soon as details...

( TV off )

Getting yourself
in the mood?

Trying.

You know, this... really isn't
going to be

the type of vacation
I was hoping for.

Oh?

Tessa's not going.

Something came up at work.

Too bad.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I like going
on vacations by myself.

Really?

Sure. Nothing wrong
with being alone.

No, I mean,
you like to go on vacation?

Yeah. I go places
all the time.

You ever just, you know,
sit on the beach?

Pretend there's no such thing
as skeletons?

Is that
in any way fun?

When was the last time
you got away?

Got away from what?

Ah, Bones, you know, 'cause
what usually happens to me...

I think
about not coming back.

Seriously?

Yeah, you know,
you go with someone,

you joke about not going back
to your real life...

the two of you laugh.

But, when
you're alone...

the world is full
of possibilities.

See you next week.

What's that mean?