All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E01 - The Titan on the Tracks (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[siren wailing]

BOOTH: What'd you do?

I read, walked
on the beach, chilled.

Oh, you chilled, in Darfur.

-You chilled in Darfur?
-In North Carolina.

I changed my vacation plans
to spend time with my brother.

Russ and I talked about it

and we really want to find Dad.

Okay, well, just
so you know, the FBI's

gonna find your father,
no matter what you want.

My brother and I
don't want the FBI

to backburner the search.

[tires squealing]

Is it okay to go over
on two wheels like that?

Only when making very sharp
turns at high speeds.

Hey, Bones, why don't you have

a little, uh,
you know, faith in me, okay?

I'm not gonna
backburner the case.

All right?
I'm gonna find your father.

My brother said you'd say that.

Eh, you really keep saying
"my brother" a lot.

Well, I lost Russ for 15 years.

I like the sound of it.

My brother.

[siren wailing]

What's with the siren?

Why are you driving
like a maniac?

[siren wails then stops,
horn beeps]

MAN: Get your team ready,
we're goin' in.

[helicopter overhead]

[metal clanging]

[indistinct talking]

BOOTH: Two passenger cars
off the tracks.

One on the side.

There's gonna be fatalities.

Stan! I need some gauze!

Danny... if you don't
find the owner of this

in the next ten minutes,
he'll bleed to death.

Starting... now.

-Seeley.
-Camille.

-Don't call me Camille.
-Don't call me Seeley.

Dr. Brennan, Dr. Saroyan.

You two know
each other, right?

No.

No.

Uh-oh.

Dr. Brennan, I'd like you
to check out the automobile

this train hit-- it's probably
what caused the derailment.

BOOTH: Accidental?

NTSB guy says the
train struck the car

at least 200 yards
from the nearest access.

Deliberate?

Eight minutes, Steve!

Probably suicide.

Why are you still here,
Dr. Brennan?

Because I'm not a coroner,

and I don't work for you.

Well, you got that half right.

STEVE: Got him, Cam.

Still breathing!

Thanks, Steve! All right.

Every survivor is one less
person for me to autopsy.

You look good out
of your suit, Seeley.

But then, you always did.

Yeah. That's...

Great to have you
back in D.C., Camille.

One minute she's
holding a severed arm,

the next she's hitting on you.

No, she wasn't hitting on me,
and you know what?

She is your boss, Bones.

No, Goodman's my boss.

May I approach?

All yours, Dr. Branton.

Brennan. Dr. Brennan.

You want to guess my name?

No, but there are
thousands of you

in D.C. and only one of me.

You know what,
while you were away,

Goodman decided
that there should be

a head of forensics
at the Jeffersonian.

It never occurred to you
to check in, huh?

Why didn't
Goodman hire me?

BOOTH: Oh, my guess--
people skills.

BRENNAN: You know, I have
people skills.

Uh, all right. That
firefighter's name is Nelson.

It's at least the fourth time
that you've met him.

Odds are Cam knows his kids'
names after meeting him once.

A lot of jewelry. Male.

Thigh bone suggests he was tall.

An I.D. bracelet.

It's good quality gold...

slightly melted.

Too melted
for a regular car fire.

Do you see a skull?

Hey, Bones,
I'm not looking for a skull.

Burn damage in the body
is more intense than I'd expect

from a car fire,
even if the fuel tank ruptured

and was absolutely full
at the time of impact.

Oh, I don't know--
do you see anything

on this car
that isn't ruptured?

Booth, three deaths
in the first-class car.

Oh, homicide.

That makes it my case.

One of them's a senator.

That makes a difference?

Facts of life, Bones.

[whistle and beep
of security system]

MONTENEGRO:
Apparently Cam

is autopsying a senator.

HODGINS: A senator? Oh, we're
moving up in the world.

They have a past.

Cam and the senator?

-Cam and Booth.
-Oh.

Look how she touches his arm
when he laughs.

You touch my arm
when I laugh.

[sighs]
No, no, you touch me.

It's a big difference.

Okay, what do we got?

Male, 40's,

approximately
six-foot-seven,

-right-handed.
-Six-foot-seven?

BRENNAN:
Athlete in his youth.

Right shoulder is worn
from a repetitive motion.

Baseball pitcher maybe.

More like a...

-BOOTH: Basketball.
-ZACK: Basketball.

Mm, six-foot-seven--
it makes sense.

Every bone in his body
is broken.

Dude, he got hit by a train.

"W-A-R."

It's all I can make
out of one name.

And then, "Love, Brianna."

Dude!

You're saying "dude"
way too much.

Forties, six-foot-seven, W-A-R,

Brianna?

This is Warren Lynch.

ALL: Who's Warren Lynch?

No way.

Warren Lynch?
Lynchpin International,

-Warren Lynch?
-Yeah.

I am not telling the press
that Warren Lynch

killed Senator Paula Davis
before we're completely certain.

BRENNAN:
I know Senator Davis.

I signed a book for her
to give to her daughter.

Oh, man, I love Paula Davis.

She could have been president.

HODGINS: Warren Lynch
and Senator Davis

killed in one accident?

No way it's a coincidence.

Hey, Hodgepodge--
all engines reverse.

First we identify beyond
the shadow of a doubt,

then we get paranoid.

I'm cool. As long as paranoia
is on the schedule somewhere.

It wasn't suicide.

Jagged edges to the brakes.

Small fragments,
a lack of circular

or radiating fractures,
or adherent spurs.

What does that mean?

This man was dead

for several hours
before the train hit him.

[train horn blowing]

♪♪

SAROYAN: We are tighter than
a nun's knees on this one.

No press, no conjecture
with anyone outside this room.

Why?

Because we are gonna
find the details

of Senator Davis's death
without giving Oliver Stone

or Michael Moore any ideas.

Are we assuming
Senator Davis's death

was a coincidence?

You want to kill someone,
planting yourself in front
of a train--

probably not the best idea.

but too early to make
any assumptions.

[sighs]

I am a diuretic seagull, people.

Everything goes through me.

10:00 a.m.?
Here? Tomorrow?

Zackaroni, your turn
to bring the doughnuts.

Zackaroni?

Cam noticed that I eat
macaroni and cheese

every day at lunch.

Every single day?

Yep.

You should be okay
with Dr. Saroyan

getting the head-
of-forensics job.

Why is that?

Because you are a strictly

rubber-to-the-road,
hardball scientist.

You're not a flesh-pressing,

ink-stained,
policy-making,

wank-tard.

What are her qualifications?

Chief coroner of New York
for two years,

assistant federal coroner
before that.

How am I doing?

-Very well. Impressive.
-[phone ringing]

-BRENNAN: Brennan.
-We were discussing

her mother's case.

Fine.

BRENNAN: Well, I'll be there
in 15 minutes.

Yes. Good, Dr. Brennan.

We'll chat later.

[embarrassed laugh]

It's a very interesting case.

Uh, Brennan identified
skeletal remains

as her mother's--

killed by
a blow to the head.

Initial suspect
was her father,

but in the end,
we arrested a pig farmer

hitman in witness protection.

-Added wrinkle, Brennan--
-Dr. Hodgins?

You're chattering me to
death 'cause you hope

I'll forget you called me
a wank-tard.

It's a made-up word.

No meaning.

WOMAN:
My name is Lisa Supac

and I am the assistant
U.S. attorney

attached to this case.

I'd like to hear first
from the National Transportation

and Safety Board, Mr. Hobbs.

Thank you.

At 8:04 this evening,

a high-speed commuter train
struck a private vehicle.

The front car derailed,
killing three people,

including Senator Paula Davis.

Preliminary
indications show

that the car was placed
there purposely.

Dr. Brennan,

was the Jeffersonian
able to confirm

that the driver of the car
was Warren Lynch?

Dental records
and physical characteristics

establish that, yes.

The vehicle's registered
to Mr. Lynch.

We'll verify that the jewelry

found on his body was his.

Plus, we have this.

SUPAC: A photograph
from the carpool lane?

Uh, at 1:56 this afternoon,

Mr. Lynch drove illegally
in the diamond lane on I-270.

Our good old
Maryland State Police cameras,

they caught the infraction.

This is definitely the vehicle
found on the tracks.

BOOTH:
Nobody saw or heard

from Warren Lynch after
this photo was taken.

You can't honestly expect
anyone to believe

that Warren Lynch
committed suicide by
driving into a train.

Daniel Burrows,
Securities Exchange Commission.

We were about to lay charges
against Mr. Lynch

that would not only
wipe him out financially,

but send him to prison
for several years.

I heard rumors,

but for a man like Lynch
to kill himself...

Mr. Lynch did
not commit suicide.

BOOTH: Dr. Brennan's
examination shows

that he was dead
for at least six hours

before the train struck his car.

-Dead how?
-I don't know that yet.

But can we assume
that it was foul play?

When it becomes public knowledge
that Warren Lynch is dead,

the stock
in Lynchpin International

is going to plummet.

Well, it sucks for the people

who invested in Lynchpin,
but otherwise...

That's motive for murder.

How is losing money a motive?

It's called shorting
a stock.

uh, basically, you bet that
the share price is gonna fall,

and when it does, you collect.

How much we talking?

Tens, maybe hundreds
of millions.

WOMAN: Yes, these
are Warren's things.

I bought him the I.D. bracelet

on our first anniversary.

BOOTH: "Casu Consulto."

What does that mean?

"Accidentally on purpose."

Why do you know
things like this?

It was kinda
my husband's motto.

Mr. Lynch wrote about it
in his autobiography.

He played basketball
in college.

Made it all the way
in the national championships.

Warren was a high scorer,

but a player on the other team
locked him out of the key.

Warren injured
the opposing player,

sent him to the hospital,

and made it look
completely inadvertent.

"Accidentally on purpose."

He wrote this about himself
as if it were a good thing?

Well, you don't become
Warren Lynch

by playing by the rules.

I'm still his wife so this
all comes to me now, correct?

BOOTH: Still his wife,
Ms. Lynch?

Are you and Mr. Lynch
having marital problems?

Warren and I were separating.

Why?

Infidelity.

Hmm. On whose part?

I found out that Warren
was seeing someone only...

someone turned out to be--

Some dozen.

Mm. I'm gonna need a list.

When Brianna
confronted Warren,

he had a private investigator
look into her activities.

BRIANNA: I admit,

he didn't come up dry.

-Private investigator's name?
-Rick Turco--

he was one of Lynch's
all-purpose, go-to,

dirty-work fixer.

Yeah, I'm familiar
with Rick Turco.

Thank you for your cooperation.

BOOTH: Cheating spouse stands
to inherit it all,

corrupt business practices
and Turco the private dick.

Where do we start?

Two types of glass
were embedded

in what was
left of Lynch.

We'll start with glass.

Tempered automotive safety glass
and silicate.

Tempered glass
came from the car windows.

What about the other?

It's 70% amorphous

-silicone dioxide.
-What's that?

It's a common
domestic container.

Oh, like a jar. Hmm.

Why can't we just say "a jar"?

Anything new, Zackaroni?

Zackaroni?

ZACK: The victim's left
shoulder and elbow

we're badly
dislocated postmortem.

You mean between
the time he died

and the time he got
hit by the train.

Blood flows nonexistent

when the dislocation occurred.

Okay, you guys do this stuff

and I'll start on Turco.

What's that?

A private investigator.

Turco's
an affliction.

I'll set up a meeting
and call you, okay?

You shouldn't
call me Zackaroni.

Yeah, I knew that
the moment I said it.

I'm going to get a bone
mineral density reading.

You didn't actually
want the job, did you?

I don't even know
what the job is.

Well, Goodman will
explain his decision.

Goodman appointed
Dr. Saroyan

while I was on vacation,

then took a two month
sabbatical to avoid me.

That explains a lot.

All right, you know,
I think it's because

you are very task oriented.

Zack? Task oriented is

a euphemism for lacking
overall perspective.

Oh, no. No.

Yeah, yeah, a little.

Like, when's my birthday?

I could get the computer
to remind me about birthdays.

Oh, that's one of
a gajillion examples.

You could tell me the other
gajillion minus one.

What do you see Zack?

Yeah, uh, bone loss.

Lack of bone density
suggests that Warren Lynch

was much older than his 40's.

But the other indicators of age,

epiphysial rings,

cranial sutures, all disagree.

Age doesn't explain

the ossification of cartilage

where the ribs meet the sternum.

Well, what does explain it?

BRENNAN: Opiates.

Warren Lynch
was a heroin addict.

TURCO: Agent Booth,
I'm a private investigator.

My greatest asset
is my discretion.

Brianna Lynch
already told us

that you worked for
her husband, Mr. Turco.

Well, Ms. Lynch is welcome
to say whatever she likes.

That client
confidentiality routine

no longer exists
when the client is dead.

That's not the assurance
I give my very demanding,

very high-profile clients.

Till death do us not part.

Yeah, how would your
very demanding,

very high-profile clients feel

if they found out that, uh,

you procured heroin
for, uh, Warren Lynch?

[exhales] What?

Warren Lynch
was a heroin addict.

I'm gonna open up
a drug investigation on you,

Mr. Turco--

once the press
gets wind of that,

your very high
profile clients

will find some other
unprincipled Mr. Fix-It.

Warren Lynch was a junkie?

What's your evidence?

Bones?

Well...

So what does all this mean?

Sum it up for the man, Bones.

Warren Lynch suffered
declining bone mass

due to long term abuse

of his hypothalamic
pituitary gonadal access.

Nothing says junkie like your
gonads access, Ricky.

TURCO: I had no idea.

And I certainly never procured
any heroin for him.

Warren Lynch
sure as hell wasn't trolling

for ten dollar hits
in Lincoln Heights.

Come on, Agent Booth,
you know my rep.

I'm a sin eater.

I make problems go away.

You mean like when
Lynch's wife found out

that he was sleeping
with other women?

Ooh.

[sighs]
All right, anything I say,

strictest confidence, correct?

Hmm.

Warren Lynch brought me in

to deal with a blackmailer.

Warren Lynch
was being blackmailed?

By one of his girlfriends?

That would be
my assumption, yes.

I paid them off before,

but this was a much
bigger deal, more serious.

Had to be the heroin, right?

How'd it play out?

Well, I negotiated
the payment down from a mil

to a quarter million,
paid 'em off.

That was three days ago.

How?

Dead drop at
Rock Creek Park.

And you have no idea
who it was.

Well, I had a phone call,
I traced it back,

it dead-ended on
a stolen cell phone.

You did a good job.

SAROYAN: Given your
heroin bombshell,

I went back to what
tissue remained

and found traces of laudanine
and raticuline.

Alkaloids found
in the opium poppy.

I'd like Angela to do
a facial reconstruction.

Confirm my finding?

It's handy having
a pathologist

right in the building.

To turn opium
into heroin

it's exposed
to hot acidic and hydride,

which produces
18 neutral impurities.

The ratio of these
impurities indicates

the heroin's origin,
in this case Mexico.

Mexican heroin
is very common, I--

I wonder if there's
anything we can do

to narrow it down further.

Gas chromatography...

shows there was also
fetanyl in the heroin.

What's that?

ZACK: This reminds me

of when you interviewed me

to be your grad student.

She knows what fentanyl is.

It's a narcotic which boosts

the effects of the heroin.

According to metro cops,

14 addicts OD'd this week
off this one shipment.

Have you told Booth?

I'll leave that to you.

How'd I do?

I thought she
did quite well.

You said you had
something else to show me.

ZACK: In a car fire,

gasoline vapor ignites

at 280 degrees Celsius
and rises

to a plain temperature
of 2200 degrees.

HODGINS: If the gas tank were
full at the time of impact,

the fire should of burned
for approximately 20 minutes

without intervention.

Tell me that's
not a real skeleton.

No, we made him out
of calcium phosphate

and hydroxyapatite.

And Spam.

20 minutes now.

It's still a significant
amount of Spam.

And according to
the fire department report,

the car burned for 40 minutes

and it still took
four minutes to put out.

Which means there
was extra fuel.

And the extra glass you found?

Five gallon
Mason jars.

ZACK: Six of them.

Filled with gasoline.

Yeah, or moonshine.

Why does the whole lab
smell like a luau?

BRENNAN:
Zack and Hodgins are proving

that there was
extra accelerant

in Lynch's vehicle.

Using what medium?

Artificial bone
covered with Spam.

Turn this off.

Why wasn't I told about this?

[scoffs] I encourage
independent inquiry.

Your encouragement does not
signify my authorization.

If it happens again
I will take action,

and I'm from New York,
which means

that I will take New York
action, am I clear?

Not at all.

I'm from Michigan.

Dr. Saroyan means she'll make us
watch musical theatre.

Wrong New York.
I'm more from

the get mugged in broad
daylight tradition.

This is not a high school
science fair.

This is the
Jeffersonian Institute.

Unauthorized experiments in
forensics will get you fired.

But we're Hodgepodge
and Zackaroni.

And they work for me.

You know, what I'd
really like to do here

is enjoy a meeting of
the minds.

But if you insist on an
organizational pyramid,

I will be at the top.

BOOTH: Spam.

BRENNAN: Yup.
There are Mason jars

filled with gasoline
in the backseat

intended to break
when the train hit.

Hmm, and they got this
with Spam?

Yeah, Spam.

Mm-hmm, and Cam,

she got all
bent out of shape.

She wants to authorize
all experiments.

Great. You know,
Zack and Hodgins,

they do an experiment
with fake bones and Spam.

Yeah, what is your
Spam fixation?

Uh, defense lawyer hears
Spam, he makes a joke,

the jury laughs and everything
we get from the Jeffersonian

is framed as, uh,
goofy science, you know,

from a bunch of squints with
no connection to the real world.

That wouldn't happen.

Really? And the time
you dropped the dead monkey

down the elevator shaft?

No, that was to show--

Okay, I take your point.

Cam's goal is a
successful prosecution

in a court of law.

Same as mine and yours.

No, you're all about
finding the truth.

Okay, your words say good,

but your tone says bad.

So it's confusing.

Cam knows that too much truth

is just as bad as too little.

[cell phone ringing]

Eh? Which is why
she got the job.

Booth.

You know, Angela says
that you and Cam

had a sexual relationship.

Does that effect
your view of her?

Patch me through.

Wildly out of line,

just so you know that.

When? Did you
get the doer?

You know,
personal prerogative

is at the heart
of scientific inquiry.

Bones.

[sighs]

Thanks for the notification.

What?

The man who was charged

with murdering your mother...

The pig farmer,
Vince McVicar.

He was killed.

Today at the Alexandria
Federal Holding Facility.

I don't--

He was the only connection
to my father.

His trial was gonna be my--

How am I ever gonna find out
what really happened?

SAROYAN:
That's not Warren Lynch.

How accurate is this thing?

It's not the machine that's
accurate, it's Angela.

And she's good.

That is not Warren Lynch.

Hey, Zack provided a skull

and this is the face
that goes with it.

You know, could it be
the wrong skull?

Zack doesn't make
that kind of mistake.

He's also very good.

What about the dental records?

I'll check them for tampering.

But you're certain
that the body in the car--

Is not Warren Lynch.

Absolutely certain.

The man in the car was
not Warren Lynch?

No.

No, this was the man
behind the wheel.

You had dental records.

Well, somebody digitized

Lynch's dental x-rays
and then re-filmed them,

utilizing authentic
alpha-numeric bar codes.

Their records
were expertly faked.

Then where the hell
is Warren Lynch?

I've informed the FBI
that they might

want to start looking for him,
in the meantime,

we're moving to I.D. this guy.

Mistakes like this cannot happen

when the case concerns
a dead senator.

Ms. Montenegro
uncovered a fraud;

that's the opposite
of a mistake.

Save it for the
press conference, Dr. Saroyan.

Thank you.

Hey, if you'd
made a mistake,

I'd have thrown you
to the wolves.

BOOTH: [whispering]
The Metro cops say that

the guy pushing
the Mexican heroin,

laced with fentanyl,
is Eddie Bean.

Young guy,

baldy-headed,
five-five, 145 pounds.

You know, if drugs
we're legalized,

they could be dispensed
from a clean, safe,

controlled outlets,
by trained personnel;

not in alleyways,
by criminals.

Yeah, right.

-Hey, that's our guy.
-Oh, no, no, no. Shh.

[whispering]
What we gotta do
is we gotta wait

until he deals.

Catch him in the act.

We wait? For how long?

However long it takes.

Well, what do we do
while we wait?

This is a stakeout;
we converse.

Well, I tried to initiate
conversation

on the drug war, but--

[sighs]
Oh, God. Fine,
you know what?

Let's just talk
about something

we're not going
to argue about.

[sighs]

Have you been out
to your mother's grave?

Not since the funeral.

Really?

Why would I?

Well, to connect.

She's dead.

Fine. You know what?

Forget it.

"Dead," as in gone
from this world?

[indistinct yelling ]

[whispering]
Excuse me.

I'm curious.

Um, do you talk
to the headstone?

I mean, what do you--
what do you say?

It looks like I'm talking
to the headstone,

but what I'm really saying
is that--

Forget about where
the words are aimed.

What I say is that...

I remember them.

They can't hear you

because they're dead.

My mouth moves,
words come out,

but none seem to get across

the drawbridge
to the princess,

I know who waits within.

We're on!

What princess?!

Hey! Ho! Hey, Eddie.

How you doing, Eddie?

[grunting]

Pockets-- watch out for needles.

Don't you have to read him
his rights

before you strangle him?

[grunts]
Empty.

You know, I had to hold
his throat closed

so he wouldn't swallow
the evidence.

All right, if you bite me,

I will squeeze
your little pin head off.

Okay. [grunting]

Okay, oh, easy.

-[grunting]
-There it is.

You shouldn't swallow heroin;

It's dangerous.

Eddie. Eddie.

Eddie! Eddie, Eddie,
Eddie, Eddie. Hey, Eddie.

I'm gonna ask you a question.
Okay?

You answer-- you'll walk away.
All right?

If you don't answer...

You book me; I get sick.

I know the drill.

Uh-uh, if you don't answer...

I'm gonna cram this

back down your throat
without the protection.

All right, you sold
some of this crap to
a tall guy.

Over six-and-a-half feet tall.

-Show him, Bones.
-What?

Show him.

Oh, um...

Like that tall?

Uh... nobody I know.

[rubber snapping]

Here. Come on, eat it.
Eat-- that's it.

Get it in there.
That's it.

[Eddie coughing]

[coughing]
Ray.

-Ray.
-Ray, Ray Story.

-Tell me about Ray, huh?
-Everybody knows him

down here, man,
he's a longtime skel.

When was the last time
you saw him?

He bought a stick of dynamite

about three days ago.

I feel I should alert you:

there's an additive
in this heroin

that causes overdoses.

Thanks.

Hey, where'd you find her?

-Museum.
-[cell phone ringing]

You should warn the addicts.

Yeah, like they do on
a pack of cigarettes.

When?

-Thanks.
-What?

They found Warren Lynch.

WOMAN: Mr. Lynch was thrown
from a speeding car.

It's a minor miracle
he survived.

It may be because he was
already unconscious at the time.

-Unconscious?
-Yes.

Badly beaten.

Internal bleeding,
broken ribs, both legs.

Some spinal damage.

Broken pelvis.

When can we talk to him?

Any time you want.

As long as you don't expect
a response.

This man has severe
brain damage.

Off the record:

he's not going to wake up.

Best case scenario:
he spends the rest of his life

hooked up to feeding tubes.

This is one of the richest men
in the country.

Most of the time
that might mean something.

Not now.

Dr. Lawrence,

this man holds the key

to how and why
Senator Paula Davis died.

I'm sorry.

Anything that man
has in his head...

it's going to stay there.

Excuse me.

After Zack nagged me
a hundred times.

It's important
for us to explain

how the victim's
shoulder and elbow

were dislocated.

I recreated
the most likely sequence.

[bones cracking]

Ouch!

The victim was dead
when this happened.

He didn't feel it.

Run it again.

It's like he was
putting his jacket on.

Corpses don't usually do that.

ZACK: These injuries
occurred when the corpse

was forced into a jacket.

Yeah, most likely
by two people.

Yeah, in a big hurry.

They had a train to meet.

Anything on the
H.O.V. lane photograph?

Yeah. It was relatively easy

to get the license plate numbers
from these two cars.

Yeah, well...
I'll check 'em out.

Uh, there was another car.

-In the next lane.
-How do you know that?

Well, rich guys keep
their cars shiny.

ZACK: Adjusting for
the diffraction of light

caused by the curve--

It's a Navigator.

But get this.

I don't know if that's
of any use to you.

Yeah. That's of use.

Booth.

Do either of these
count as experiments?

'Cause if they do,
we could both get fired

by your old sweetheart.

[chuckling] You know,
you just quit telling Bones

who you think I've slept with.

MONTENEGRO: "Think"?

What do you mean, "think"?

SAROYAN: Two people forced
the corpse into a jacket--

that's... excellent work.

Who's that?

-I think it's Rick Turco.
-It means Turco's

probably the last person
to see Lynch

before he fell off the radar.

Of course,
Angela and Zack are scared

that this counts
as an experiment,

and you are
going to fire them.

Ah! I am getting through.

Why did you take this job,
Camille?

Why shouldn't I, Seeley?

Because it's
basically herding cats

and you're a dog person.

Dogs herd cats.

Dogs don't do that.

Eh, chase 'em up trees,
whatever.

Seriously, Cam,
why did you take this job?

These... are titanium
rib clippers from Germany.

My last job?

Used bolt cutters
from Home Depot.

These are much, much nicer.

This autopsy table
has down-draft ventilation--

no rotting-corpse smell,
Seeley.

My last table
didn't even have a drain.

Think about that a second:
leaky corpse; no drain.

So you took this job
for better equipment?

I've spent
my whole professional life

in basement rooms
with no windows.

Now I'm in
the Jeffersonian Institute.

-What?
-Gotta ask.

You so do not.

Did you take this job
because of...?

[laughing]
Oh, my God, the ego!

[chuckles]
Say it.

Nothing to do with you.

I need Bones this afternoon.

Okay.

It's about her
mother's murder

and her father's
disappearance.

Plus, she dedicated
her book to you, so...

It's a legitimate case, Cam.

I know; I read the file.

Why hasn't
she confronted me?

About what?

About me being parachuted
in over her head.

Finds me intimidating, right?

[chuckling]

Hey, I intimidate people.

Yeah.

Bones doesn't intimidate.

Then what?

Oh, you've seen the way

she stares at human remains

before she makes a decision.

Yes?

You're human remains

and she hasn't made
a decision yet.

How do I help her
make the right decision?

Go for the truth.

Take care of her people.

Oh, and, uh,

I like the whole
intimidation thing.

I think it's cute.

[security gate buzzing]

I got no reason to lie.

I'm facing life,
at least,

probably going
to get executed.

What did you do?

Mr. Downs killed
his entire family.

I killed your friend

'cause he cut
in the cafeteria line

and snagged
the last orange juice.

Broke off a sharpened toothbrush
in his jugular.

Mr. Downs,
the man you killed--

-McVicar.
-He's not my friend.

He killed my mother.

You come to tell me "thanks"?

No.

McVicar was my last chance

to find out some things.

McVicar might have known
something about my father.

I can't ask my father
because he left a message

on my answering
machine telling me

to stop looking for him.

I'll tell you what...

Maybe...

look at McVicar's murder
as a second message from Max,

one that he didn't use
the phone for.

I never mentioned my
father's name was Max.

I'm done.

Did you perform a hit
for Max Keenan?

You performed a hit
for Max Keenan.

Take it as a sign from God.

[buzzing of security gate]

How am I going to tell Russ
our father ordered the death

of another human being?

If he did that-- and I'm not
saying it happened that way--

then your father took down
the man who murdered his wife.

Good people don't have
other people murdered.

Good people don't
even know how.

Your father
buried your mother

in a pair of new shoes
in the cemetery,

with her dolphin belt buckle
that reminded her of you

because you both
love dolphins.

This does not
make him a good man.

People can be
more than one thing.

We were at a dead end, okay?
Now we're not, okay.

We know that your father
got to Mitchell Downs,

persuaded him to kill McVicar.

We find out
how he did that,

we're that much closer
to finding out

what happened to your old man.

I mean that's if you
still want to find him.

I do.

Okay. Silver lining.

♪ Once I wanted
to be the greatest ♪

♪ No wind or waterfall

♪ Could stall me

♪ And then came the rush
of the flood ♪

♪ Stars at night
turned deep to dust ♪

♪ Melt me down

♪♪

Warren Lynch
was in on it.

Where'd that come from?

He had his own dolphin;

that NC lots of "A's",

National Championship ring?

His own dolphin.

All of the rest
of his jewelry was removed

and placed on the dead man:

his $10,000 watch,
his I.D. band from his wife,

his two other rings,

but not the championship ring.

-That's good, Bones.
-The only reason

they wouldn't rip
it off his hands is--

Because Lynch
was calling the shots.

And I know exactly
who was in on it.

[chuckling]
So, Warren Lynch and I

conspired to disappear him
for a few days

so that we could profit

from shorting
Lynchpin stock, huh?

Well, you know,
that's my thinking.

[chuckling]

Then dressed a junkie
in Warren's clothes,

planted him in front
of a train and... wait.

Did I murder the junkie?

No, Bones said you probably
found him dead.

But wh-what I think is that

you and Lynch intended
a-- a white-collar crime,

but a senator died.

TURCO: [chuckling]
Then I got all hinky

and I tossed Warren out
of the car at 80 miles an hour?

[laughing]

Is, is that a confession?

Nah, nah.

Just getting it straight.

You know, as a professional
investigator myself,

I have to point
out that blackmailers

make much better suspects.

Yeah, Lynchpin has no record of
a quarter-million-dollar payout

three days ago.

Well, there's not
exactly a column

for blackmail payouts
in the corporate books.

If I only agreed

to the full payout,

Lynch might
have never been taken

by those animals.

Hey, let's-- let's play
a little show and tell, huh?

'Cause we can put you
with Lynch

moments before
he fell off the radar.

That's maybe me

before he fell off the radar.

We worked together.

You got nothing.

Booth.

Do that lying thing.

Could you be
more specific?

Tell him Lynch woke up

and gave a statement
incriminating him.

Turco knows
the lying thing.

Tell him Lynch
said something

-only Lynch could say.
-Ooh, great idea,

except for the "only Lynch
could say it" part.

The ring?

Ah, he'll ask for specifics
of the conversations.

I got to cut him loose.

He's going
to get away with it?

Well, you know, that
happens sometimes, Bones.

It's that brown little
smelly part of the job.

Shoulder and elbow.

The junkie's shoulder
and elbow were dislocated

when they forced him
into Lynch's jacket.

We don't know if Lynch
was there for that.

It took two people.
It was him.

Come on, Booth.

The part of you with
the big gambling problem

must love this idea.

Right there.

That's the reason
you didn't get Cam's job.

Oh, two against one.

That's unfair.

Warren Lynch woke up.

Ah, and he's talking,
right? Huh?

Is he pointing his finger
straight at me?

-That's correct.
-What's he saying?

He let you take
all of his jewelry

except his
championship ring.

No, I asked,
what did he say in words?

Hey, unless I'm under arrest,
I'm leaving, folks.

Mr. Lynch said it was difficult
getting his jacket

onto the corpse.

BOOTH: Rigor mortis.

You have a train to meet.

You're in a hurry.

And the sound
of the shoulder popping.

[cracking]

And the elbow, like,
knuckles popping...

[loud crack]

Only louder.

Sickening.

Turco will admit
to helping Warren Lynch

place a dead body
in Mr. Lynch's car,

and rigging it to burn

with the intent
of moving the market.

Everything else,

including placing
it on the tracks,

he says Lynch did on his own.

BOOTH: Well, he's lying.

There's a small matter
of proving that in court.

What's the maximum sentence
on those charges?

Ten years.

He killed three people.

HODGINS:
And put one in a coma.

Yeah, but Lynch deserves
to be in a coma,

so it doesn't count.

All right, look, Turco puts
all the blame on Lynch,

and does ten years
and he gets all the money

for shorting the stock.

SUPAC:
It's ten years or nothing.

I can only work
with what I'm given,

and the forensic work
on this was not good enough.

What?

You were fooled by fake

dental records--
you baked some Spam.

SAROYAN:
What did you want us to do?

-Your jobs.
-BOOTH: Hey!

No, Ms. Supac,
you want us to do your job.

My people gave you
all the evidence you need

to fry Turco
with any reasonable jury.

-Forensically--
-We gave you everything

-you needed to arrest Turco.
-Arrest is not a conviction.

We definitely gave you enough
to reject his plea bargain

and indict him in the
wrongful death of a senator.

Indictment is not a conviction.

You accept that plea bargain,
the investigation stops.

Indict him.

Give us time to give you
what you need.

If you accept this plea bargain,

you don't deserve
to be a federal prosecutor.

-Dr. Saroyan.
-Yeah, it's scary--

the whole country
will be watching the trial

and you don't want to go in
with less than a sure thing.

But you put my people
on the stand

as expert witnesses
and that's a sure thing.

ALL: Not Zack.

You tell the story
of what happened,

using the evidence
these people provided,

and if you have any ability
as a prosecutor,

-you'll win the case.
-Are you finished?

No, Ms. Supac.
In the future,

when you have
problems with my team,

you register them
with me in private,

not by grandstanding
in a public forum.

Okay, I, um...

sort of see
why she got the job.

BOOTH: Well, looks like
your brother was here.

Never understood the idea
of bringing flowers.

Just for once, Bones,
do what people do.

Okay? See how it feels.

Come on. That's it.

Now I'm gonna go stand
over here while you, uh,

you know, talk to your mom.

Uh, I told you,
I don't... do... that.

Mom, it's me, Temperance.

[scoffs]

I have questions,
but you can't answer them.

No offense, but I don't think

there's anything here of you
but your bones, so...

[scoffs]

[whispers]
I can't believe
I'm doing this.

Is Dad a good man or...

a bad man?

He had someone killed.

Had him murdered and--

What's the truth? Do I--

[sighs]

Do I keep looking or do I
let it go like he asked?

Who's he protecting, himself?

Or me and...
[sniffles] Russ?

Booth.

I asked the questions,

and guess what?

No answer.

Well, maybe if you
weren't standing

right on top of her,
took a step to the left,

showed just
a little respect.

Sometimes it takes
a while to get an answer, okay?

Just leave the flowers.

I get answers
at a lab,

you get them
from people.

Nobody gets answers
from a slab of stone.

Yeah, well, I see
an answer in the stone.

See, you buried your mother
as Christine Brennan;

the woman that you knew
as your mother

and not by her real name--
Ruth Keenan.

That tells me who you are.

What do you got?

A dolphin.

What does that tell you?

What does that tell you?

My father was here.

Because he loves your mother
and grieves her loss,

and he came here
to talk to her.

You're tainting evidence.

It's not that kind
of evidence, Bones.

It's evidence
of something else.

Something that can't
be tainted.

♪♪

It's beautiful.

♪ Be here now

Yeah.

♪ Be here now

♪ Be here now

♪ Here now...

♪♪

What's that mean?