All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E10 - The Passenger in the Oven (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Muffled Chattering
On Headsets ]

[ Breathing Deeply ]

Excuse me.Just a minute.

Ma'am, this woman is asleep
next to me, and I really
have to get out.

It's just that this book
is so exciting.
Do you like mysteries?

Well, I'm an F.B.I. agent.
So mysteries are
sort of my thing.

Oh. I'm an aficionado myself.
I'm here with Nadine.

She's plotting
the perfect murder
for years now. But just for fun.

You can tell me all about it
later. I've gotta get out.
I've gotta go.

Oh, right.
When you gotta go,
you gotta go.

Yeah.[ Wheezing ]

Okay.

Oh! Sorry.

Hey.

How old are you?

Come on.
We're at 36,000 feet.

That's outside
the three-mile limit.

This is American soil
until we touch down in Shanghai.

All right? So come on.
Hand 'em over.

Eli, what are you doing now?
You know your mother
isn't feeling well.

Is he bothering you?

No. We were just talking.

- That's all.
- Yeah. You can sleep, Dad.

It's all good.

[ Squeaky Voice ]
Ruff, ruff!Huh? What? Booth?

Wow, look at this.
I don't even get a hot meal, and
you get pajamas and slippers.

It's the basic amenities.
The flight is over 13 hours.

Yeah, I know. I spent
the past eight of them
back there in Gitmo.

[ Loud Sigh ]

Yes!You know you aren't
allowed up here.

What? We're, uh--
We're a team, okay?

This is, uh,
government business.

You shouldn't have paid
for your own ticket,
you know.

[ Chair Vibrating ]Ooh, a massager.
[ Imitates Chair Buzzing ]

[ Buzzing Continues ]

Sir, you need
to return to coach.

[ Buzzes ]

See, we're, um--
we're partners.
We like being together.

Your sexual relationship's
not relevant, sir.
This is first class.

Why does everyone always think
we have a sexual relationship?

I mean, we barely ever
even touch each other.Oh, I got it. All right.

Here we go. F.B.I.,
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here's my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

And, uh, she is
actually going to China.
Well, weare going to China.

And she's gonna help the
Chinese government help identify
some real old Chinese dude.

Bones were found
in a Wu Hong cave--
over 40,000 years old.

According to Title 18,
Section 1831,

I must protect the proprietary
American technology...

Dr. Brennan will be using.

So it is my patriotic duty...

to be right next to her here,
like a bodyguard.
[ Sighs ]

This trip is taking me back
to my real passion-- prehistoric
anthropological discoveries.

Fascinating. Sir, you have
to go back to your seat.

Sorry.

Right now. Fine.

Bones. Bones!
What do you mean
"your real passion"?

I thought us working together
was your real passion.

You two can take up this fight
again after we land.

Oh. Right.

Watch your head.Ow!

[ Boy Chuckles ]
You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Kicking me back
to the cattle class.
You know, that's not right.

Enjoy your flight, sir.

So, the cat's away
and it's T.G.I.F., huh?

I'm right here.
I'm the cat.

Well, in this case,
I think Dr. Brennan
is the cat.

I'm the cat who's giving
the mice the rest
of the day off.

Hey, so Daisy and I
were wondering if anyone
would like to join us...

for a little competitive
karaoke this evening.

Huh?
Some pre-weekend fun?

Huh? I'm singing
"Lime in the Coconut."

Sorry. I'm gonna be biking
the Virginia Creeper Trail.

Roxie and I are going
to an artists' retreat
in Pond View.

And I'm driving Angela
to the train station.

- You are?
- Yes, I am.

- Oh.
- You ready to go, Angie?

Hey. Yeah, I'm all set.

I haven't been
to one of these retreats
since we were in school.

Well, I'll see you all
on Monday.

Have a good weekend.

What do you think?

- What doyou think?
- Oh, don't-- don't do that.

The whole "answer a question
with a question" thing.

Why does whatever's going on
between Roxie and Angela
matter to you?

Because Angela and I
were engaged.

And now she's with a woman.
It matters because--

What? It just matters.

Well, don't you feel
that both of you are entitled
to your own private lives?

Stop asking me questions.Do you feel threatened?

Okay, that's it.
I'm outta here.I--

You know, a little karaoke
might help you unwind.

Especially when I'm singing.

I've got a beautiful tenor.

Excuse me.

You should have
your prostate checked.

Oh, this damn thing.

Bones. Bones.

Huh? You're gonna
get in trouble.

She's downstairs.
You didn't answer me before.
You tired of working with me?

No, it's not that.

But the identification and
analysis of ancient remains--

that's why I became
a forensic anthropologist.

You're bored.

The spark is gone.I'm a scientist first.

Right.

Yeah.

Scientist first. I--
I get it.

I understand.
[ Sighs ]

Hey.Yeah?

If you get caught up here,
does that make me an accessory?

An accessory to an upgrade.

[ Whistles ]
Ho-ho. Yeah!

- Oh, my God! That is heaven.
- [ Chair Vibrating ]

[ Woman Screams ]

Bones, down there.

[ Woman Screams ]

Oh, my God.

That's a, uh--
That's a body, right?

Can you account for all
your people, Captain Blake?

Me and the copilot, yeah.
Cabin crew, you'd have
to ask Miss McNutt.

Well, she isn't speaking.

Bones, not everyone brushes off
these horrible experiences,
okay?

Let me--
Let me try this, okay?

What's your name?

What's your first name?

Katherine. Kate.

Kate. Okay, Kate, what you saw
down there, you don't ever
have to see again.

Are you missing
any people?No.

I can still smell--

- It's very much
like roast pork.
- Bones.

I just want you to relax.
Have a little water.
We might need your help.

Need her help? For what? We fly
to China and call the cops. No, no, no.

You're gonna turn this puppy
around. We're gonna head home.

No can do.
We passed the point of no return
fuel-wise 23 minutes ago.

The polar route takes us
over Greenland.
Can we land there to refuel?

Not with the weather
they're having. I'm sorry.

But our next stop is Shanghai,
China. Don't worry. They have
cops there. Lots of them.

Until these wheels touch down,
this plane is sovereign
U.S. territory.

Look, F.B.I. guy, you do
whatever you want as long as it
doesn't endanger this flight.

But in four hours, we're on
sovereign Chinese territory.

[ Brennan ]
Excuse me.

[ Talking Loudly ]
Before you become
completely catatonic,

can you tell me how
to access the Internet?

I need to contact my people.

Bones, you don't have
to shout.

She's in shock, not deaf.

What? What, are you kidding?

Because the message I got,
that could not be correct.

- I'd rather brief
everyone at once.
- What's going on?

Whoa. Is that what
you really look like?

Cam said an emergency. I didn't
have time to-- I think maybe
your message was garbled?

I'd rather brief everyone
at once.

There was a murder
on Brennan's plane to China?

Good, we're all here. [ Angela ]
What are you?

- Like 16?
- I love these shorts.

A body was found roasted
beyond recognition in a large
convection microwave oven...

on Booth and Brennan's
flight to China.My God.

Maybe you should--Yeah. I'm gonna--

- Thanks.
- Call me when you catch
the bad guy.

- And I'm here because--
- You were on my speed dial.

Okay.Okay.

Uh, Dr. Saroyan?

Um, two people,
they go away together,

and they pack one bag--
that means something, right?

You mean Angela and Roxie?

Well--

Yeah, it means something.

Excuse me.What's going on?

Listen.
Would you happen to have
a measuring tape and tweezers?

[ Gasps ]
There's been a murder!

Nadine! Nadine! They need
tweezers for an autopsy.Shh! No!

Code red. Code red.Shh! No code red.
Don't wake Nadine up.

I will explain
everything to you later.

I promise, Charlotte.
I just need those things.
Do you have 'em?

Well, I didn't hear a gunshot,
so it must've been a knifing.

I saw Dr. Temperance Brennan,
the mystery writer,
in first class.

I bet she's doing the autopsy.
Listen.

I was awake the whole time.
And anyone who went that way,
they came back again.

So if the victim is a passenger,
he or she is in first class.

Probably she, because most
murder victims are women.

Wow. You really are
into murder, aren't you?

Okay, thanks.Wait!

Dr. Brennan will need this.What's that for?

It's a probe.

This is the best flight
I've ever been on.

Okay, sweetie, we've got
a solid link here, audio/visual.

So you should be able to beam us
all the digital photographs
you can.

Okay, we've isolated
the crime scene.

And we'll try to compromise the
forensics as little as possible.

Look what I got.Oh, a probe.

That's great.
I didn't think of that.Yeah, lucky I did.

-Hey, Booth. Good flight so far?
-I'm having trouble sleeping.

Looks like you managed to get
the remains out of the oven.

Yeah, They're, uh, kind of, uh--
Well, they-- they--

They've fallen apart
a little bit there.

Hey, Bones. Did you knock
the phone off this cradle?

No.

I've informed the F.A.A.,
the N.T.S.B. and the Chinese
we have a dead body on board.

- Who else has access
to the galley down there?
- All of us.

It's kind of our getaway place,
to chill out from passengers.

Who was the last person who made
a call from the satellite phone
down there?

- I can get you
the number called.
- It-- It was me.

[ Booth ]
You? What are you?

A spy or a smuggler?No.

She's in love, Agent Booth.

And her boyfriend works for this
airline at the Shanghai airport.

It's against the rules.So is having sex with
passengers in the bathroom.

Okay. I think we're all
under a lot of stress here.

I used the phone right after
dinner. There was no dead body
cooking in the microwave.

I tell you what. Why don't
you two go do a seat count.

- Tell me what passengers
are missing, okay?
- Okay.

A macro photo of the victim's
follicles suggests brown hair--
maybe red.

I estimate her height
to be 157 centimeters.

Ooh. Hodgins has that
meerkat look on his face.

What's going on
with her fingernails?

Are you referring to the spots
around the phalanges?

- [ Saroyan ] What would cause
those kinds of burns?
- False fingernails.

A.B.S. plastic and ethyl
cyanoacrylate glue.
Like torches.

So a petite brown- or red-haired
woman with fake nails.

[ Sighs ]

Five foot two, three.
Small, brown. Red hair.
Fake nails.

Fake nails. [ Booth ]
Mm-hmm.

- Seat 3B, Elizabeth Jones.
- 3B.

3B? 3B.

Buddy?

Buddy.
Buddy, wake up.

Excuse me.
I'm sorry to bother you.

But do you remember the person
who was sitting right here
next to you?

No. I took a sleeping pill.
Are we in China?

You spend seven grand
on a flight and you sleep
through the whole thing?

You don't even eat first?Excuse me, Agent Booth?

Yeah.

I'm Arthur Bilbrey.
My wife Ann is very ill.

I'd appreciate it if she could
get some rest before we landed.

I'll be fine. Relax.

You better be really quiet,
or I'll take you down, F.B.I.!

- Eli, please.
This is my son Eli.
- [ Laughs ]

I got your back, Mom.

[ Caroline ] You got a name?[ Booth ] Yeah. Elizabeth Jones,
Seat 3B, first class.

The sooner you can get us
a background check--
[ Echoing ]

uh, the better for us.

Well, now that's just strange.

Let me, uh--
Let me make a call
and get back to you.

Angela and Hodgins noticed
a shadow on the exposed part
of the sternum.

Yes, I saw that. I--
There is something here.

But I-- I--
I can't identify it.

Angela suggested that you take
as many photos as possible
at your highest resolution.

All right.

[ Camera Shutter Clicking ]

It's not bone. It's inorganic.[ Caroline ]
This quick enough for you?

Your victim is
Elizabeth Joy Jones.

She's a travel writer
for D.C. Voyager Magazine.

- You gotta get over
to that magazine.
- Why?

They might know why
she got murdered.You got this backwards, chéri.

- I am not an investigator.
- Neither am I.

And here I am taking apart
another murder victim.

Just go talk to the boss,
the secretary.
Pretend they're on the stand.

- Take Sweets with you.
- If you want me to do this,
you have to make a good case.

Want you to do what?If you want me to take on
the Chinese government,

the State Department,
the F.A.A. and the N.T.S.B.,

and for all I know, the U.N.,
you make me a damn fine,
solid case.

[ Groans ]
Bones, can you turn her around
so she's not looking at us?

Well, she's deceased, Booth.
She can't see.

Oh, man.

I am definitely
not a squint. Whoa.

Well, I've always known that.
You have no training in
the field of forensic science.

I really don't want any.Okay, to make an arrest,
we need time and cause of death,

as well as something
that can I.D. the killer.

What do you need?

A magnifying lens.Okay. Right.

Sorry. Look, I need
a magnifying glass.

I thought you might have one,
you know, for the fine print.My eyes are perfect.

Is the magnifying glass for
examining the victim's corpse?

You don't think that Nadine
would mind if I, uh--

She'd be thrilled
if she were awake.
She sleeps like a log.

Now what equipment would
Dr. Brennan normally use
in this situation?

I don't know.
I'm more of a people person.

Oh.

I'm using interpolation software
with a blending-edge algorithm.

Kind of like what I do if
I were restoring a painting.

So, did Roxie go
to the retreat without you?

No. We're gonna
do something here.Right.

Don't say it like that.

Like what?

- I know. Sorry.
- What do you think?

Candle wax?

Judging by
the burn characteristics,
some kind of thermoplastic.

- But what is that?
Like something reflective.
- Yeah.

I'll get the computer to find
pixels that are within a couple
shades on the color wheel.

Cool. And just zap it
to my computer?Yeah.

Bones.

All right.
What I want you to do
is take off your glasses,

shake out your hair,
and say,

"Mr. Booth, do you know
what the penalty is
for an overdue book?"

Why?

Never mind.

This notch mark
here on the occipital
is what knocked her unconscious.

The hairline fractures weakened
the integrity of the cranium...

and caused it
to burst when heated.

So she was hit.
With what?

Well, I'll have to take
an impression to find out.

How?Well, I need
denture cream and,

uh, baby powder--

Baby powder.And a butane lighter,
please?

Is that it?

Uh, I think so. Yes.

[ Murmuring ]

Sorry, dear.
But these are my real choppers.
And Nadine's are real too.

Is Dr. Brennan
making a cast of an injury?

That's what she'd do
in her books.

[ Booth ]
Hit the lights. [ Message Signal Beeps ]

[ Beep ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
sorry to disturb you.

But Agent Booth of the F.B.I.
would like to address you.

Attention, everyone.
I need to requisition
some denture cream,

baby powder
and a butane lighter. [ Man ] What?

Lighters are strictly forbidden
on the aircraft.

[ Whispers ] So is murder.
Denture cream? [ Man ] Here, sonny.

- There you go.
- Okay, how about some
baby powder or face powder?

Anybody have any baby powder?
Face powder? There.

Great. Okay,
how about a lighter?
Butane lighter?

Come on.
No one has a lighter?

- Whoa.
- I confiscated it.

Obviously.

This is good.
The powder contains...

hydrated silica
and calcium carbonate.

Come on.
Isn't this a lot more fun
than the Wu Hong cave...

and the 40,000-year-old
skeletons?

Is this gonna work?It should.

This should--Bones, you're filling me up
with confidence right now.

[ Groans ]
Oh.

There.

Now all we need to do...

is find the item that matches
this, and we have our weapon.

Right. That's all, huh?

Well, at least we know
it's on the airplane.

Any luck with cause of death? [ Booth ]
Yeah.

Someone knocked her
on the head and it exploded
on the cranium thing.

We're looking at the margins
of the burned flesh around
the rectus abdominis.

I dislike the occlusive
nature of tissue.

Look, just think of it
as bone wrapping.

From the photos, it looks as if
there's a pinkish coloration.
Is that correct?

Pinkish is a subjective term.
And I'm not comfortable...

applying a subjective evaluation
to evidence that's not even--

It's pinkish and gross-ish.

Okay. That indicates
presence of blood flow
at the time she was cooked.

She was still alive
in the microwave?

- How long was she in there?
- Since the oven temp
was set at maximum,

and she was approximately
110 pounds--

Can you describe
the breast tissue?

I'm not sure how to qualify
what I see in descriptive terms.

Well, if she was a turkey,
she'd be dry and overdone.

Okay. That means she had to be
cooking for about six
and a half hours.

Giving us time of death.

Huh. If I were you,
I'd get some tissue samples.

Sometimes flesh
can be quite informative.

Ha! Bones,
I think we got a match.

[ Brennan ]
Someone slammed her head
against the latch.

And shoved her in the oven
and cooked her.

[ Groans ]
Wait a second.

- [ Camera Shutter Clicks ]
- Are you sure
it was Elizabeth?

Of course they'll have to
do a D.N.A. or dental match
when they land.

- But they're pretty sure, yes.
- Man, I can't believe
she's gone.

Liz was one of the best
travel writers in the country.

How would you characterize
her relationships with others?

Uh, warm, friendly, outgoing.

Not an enemy in the world.

Jump in anytime,
Dr. Sweets.

No, no. I'm cool.

Well, as long as you're cool.
Was Miss Jones on assignment?

No, no.
This was a pleasure trip.

- She had just finished a piece
for us on airline safety.
- Ironic.

It was an exposé on pilots...

that have hid
drunk driving convictions
from their employers.

Bones, what is that?Oh, tissue samples.

Oh, no! Don't--
Don't let people see that!

I need vodka.Well, I do, too, Bones, but
you know what? We're working.

No. To preserve
the tissue samples.

All they got left
is bourbon and scotch.

Hold on.

Come on.What?

Okay, hand it over.
Hand the vodka over.
Come on.

Thought so.

Look.

Obviously your mom is sick
and you love her.

And that's probably
why you're acting badly.

But what you gotta do
is you gotta think--

really think
how to help her.

She's gonna die.

Okay? What am I supposed
to do about that?

[ Satellite Phone Beeping ]Make her proud of you.

Yeah?[ Caroline ] I got a copy of
Elizabeth Jones's next article.

It's about pilots
with D.U.I. convictions.

All right. Is there
a link to anything
on this flight?

I have a search team
looking for her research,

but I do know the airline
you're on is singled out
as the worst offender.

And the pilot on your plane
there, he's got a past.

He's in the article.

Thanks, Caroline.

You do realize that by sending
my copilot out, you broke
about 40 laws legal-wise.

Yeah, well, I thought
we might have a, uh--

Whoa. A private man-to-man
conversation about
Elizabeth Jones.

- The name does not ring a bell.
- So is this how you slow
this plane down?

Please don't touch that.
Don't touch anything.

Elizabeth Jones
was a journalist.

I do not know her. Well, she knows you.

She wrote an article
about alcohol and a pilot.

And what's that got
to do with me?

2002, D.U.I.

You never reported that
to the F.A.A.

You know,
that is a $250,000 fine
and five years in jail.

That D.U.I. charge, it was
the day of my dad's funeral.

I know it's not stylish,
but I happen to love my old man.

Well, it's still a motive,
legal-wise.

I did not kill her.

-I didn't even know she existed.
-I need you to slow
this plane down.

- Why?
- To give us time to find out
who did, unless it was you.

And in that case, time,
it doesn't matter.

[ Air Traffic Control Chatter ]

I can report electrical issues.
Maybe give you an extra hour.

Great.
I'll take that as a sign
of cooperation, Captain.

[ Sighs ]
It's a beautiful view.
Look at that.

How long do I have
to stay here?

I was interested
in some of the things
you were saying earlier.

Hey, I answered every question
the scary woman asked me.

Yeah. Well, the thing is,
she's a lawyer.
So she's very direct.

Scary.She has a knack for putting
people into federal prison.

I believe she likes to do it.
I have a more
psychological mojo.

You don't look like
you have a mojo.

I'm interested in what you know
about Elizabeth Jones's
personal life.

[ Scoffs ]

I did not have sex
with that woman.

But you wanted to.Yeah, but I didn't.

Was she the type
to have affairs?Yes.

Have you got a name?

I could go get Miss Julian again
if you're more comfortable
with her.

Artie.
All I know is Artie.Artie. Okay.

Well, let's talk
about Elizabeth and Artie.

Now, how resentful were you...

that Elizabeth slept with him
and not with you?

Well, he's married.
I'm not.

So, yeah.
Maybe I'm a little resentful.

It's a Band-Aid.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.
I was totally flummoxed.

So the clean part here
must be where it overlapped.

And then the darker part must
be where it came in contact
with the skin.

I'm not an expert,
but I'm pretty sure...

even you can't get
a D.N.A. result from
a digital photograph.

No. But what about
a finger size? Oh.

Wow. Right.
That's kind of brilliant.

Eighty-two millimeters
in circumference.All right.

[ Beeping ]Well, mine's 62.

So it's a pretty big guy.

Or overweight.Look at the perforations.

Vertical stretching
along the pad.I see it.

But I have no idea
what it means.

It was locked
in a bent position.

Oh, that would explain
the creases.

So if I highlight the parts
where the adhesive wore off,

it was bent
more than 90 degrees.

I really love...
working with you.

Me too. We're really
good together...

at these things.

Yeah.

I gotta ask you
something, Angela.Yeah.

I got that from
the fast double back.

This thing with Roxie.

It's real. Yeah.No, I get that.
I see that.

Is that what got between us?I'd love to say yes to that.

Because I think it would
make you feel better.

But you can fall
in love with a man?

I'm sorry, but... yes.

[ Brennan ]
Ange?

Sweetie. God.
[ Laughs ]
Totally forgot you were there.

I guess you heard
everything, huh?

Yes. It was fascinating.

- Well, what do you think?
- Well, the only joint that'll
bend over 90 degrees...

is between the proximal
and intermediate phalanges.

Right.
Finger stuff.

We're looking for
a large person, probably male,

with inflammatory
flexor tenosynovitis.

That's great, sweetie.
But what about the rest
of the conversation?

Oh, I'm sorry, Ange.
I wasn't paying attention.

I need to go find a passenger
with trigger finger.

Thanks for the talk.

[ Switches Clicking ]

[ Brennan ]
Excuse me. If I could have
your attention, please.

My name is
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

- The writer?
- Yes. What we need to do now
is find a passenger...

with a laceration
on their locked proximal
interphalangeal joint.

So if everyone can
look at their neighbor's
proximal interphalangeal--

I tell you what.
Who would like a free, signed
copy of Dr. Brennan's new book?

Raise your hands.
Look at that, huh?

Ah. I see what you're doing.All right, so keep your hands
up nice and high...

so Dr. Brennan can count
the number of books we need.

Hey, does anyone have
a question for Dr. Brennan?

Are you working on anything
right now, Dr. Brennan?

Yes. Keep your hands up.

- What is that delicious smell?
- Roast pork.

Oh, no. That delicious smell
is the difference between
first class and coach.

- How we doing there, Bones?
- Booth?

Hold that.Over here.

Uh, hi.

Hi. Booth?Yeah.

- What's your name?
- Just sign it to
"Awesome Nick Devito."

Uh, what is the big deal?
I've just got a little trigger
finger. I injured my tendon.

- You like shooting a lot?
- Yeah, I love shooting.

Doesn't mean I'm not a reader.

Tell you what. Why don't
you come with us. Come on.

I don't know anybody
named Elizabeth Jones, no.

[ Phone Beeps ]Hey, Sweets.

Are you still with
Elizabeth Jones's editor?Yes. And I have--

Ask him if he knows someone
by the name of Nick Devito.

Is this, like, a question
to get my free book?Where's your Band-Aid?

- Do you know Nick Devito?
- Must have come off
while I was asleep.

I twitch. I'm twitchy.

I had lunch once
with Danny DeVito.He says no. I have information.

Elizabeth Jones was having
an affair with a man
known only as Artie.

The relationship's been
going on for over a year.

But it went bad
in the last month or so.

He's married. His wife is sick.
And his kid is a pain
in the ass.

[ Booth ]
You know what, Sweets?
You are the man of the hour.

I owe you a beer
and a rye chaser, my friend.

That sounds like it
would make me sick.

[ Phone Beeps ]You can go back to your seat.

Why?

Well, we have
a much better suspect.

I think you know
why I'm here.

Look, I'm sorry about my son.
He's a teenager.
His mother's very ill.

It's not about your son,
Artie.

It's about Elizabeth Jones.

My wife doesn't know about E.J.
I would like to keep it
that way.

Did Elizabeth Jones ask you
to leave your wife?

From the very beginning,
I told Elizabeth
that would never happen.

You see the shape that
Ann's in? My first priority
right now...

is to be a good husband
and a good father.

By dragging a dying woman
to China?

No. To stand on the Great Wall
of China has been Ann's dream
since she was a little girl.

Our last chance
to do something amazing
as a family together.

So Elizabeth Jones
followed you?

Obviously.

And you killed her?Of course not.

Excuse me.

I am a lawyer.

Hmm. Your wife
didn't know about her?

She knows that
there was someone.

Did you talk
to Elizabeth?Yes.

I begged her
to leave us alone.
Ann was asleep.

As I said, Agent Booth,
I'm an attorney.

You have no evidence
and very little time
before we land in Shanghai.

If you want to find out who
killed E.J., I suggest you not
waste any more time with me.

I enhanced the photographs
of the sternum.

Light was reflected
off of this area here.

Skin wouldn't do that.

There were tiny metal shards
embedded in the bone.

And silicon melted
into it as well.

- Fake boobs? How's that help?
- Silicon, not silicone.

It was a chip of some kind.

A SIM card from a phone,
memory chip from a camera.

But we need to see it
to make a positive I.D.How did it go with Bilbrey?

He's an attorney.
He's not saying much
of anything.

- And the gun nut, Devito?
- Most likely his Band-Aid...

was stuck to the wheel
of a food cart.

Find me the smoking gun,
cherí,

or that killer disappears into
a billion people when you land.

1.29 billion, approximately.
Are you pressuring us?

- Have a lovely flight.
- I was just contacted
by Shanghai International.

They've arrested a man named
Felix Clossen, a Dutch national
who works for the airline.

He was passing stolen
credit card numbers. That's fascinating.

But we're more interested
in solving a murder
investigation right now.

All the credit card numbers were
from passengers on this plane.

And Clossen is our
flight attendant's boyfriend.

Ming.

Your call to Clossen was made
within minutes of the victim
being placed in the oven.

- Minutes.
- I got the credit card numbers
off the computer...

and called them in
to my boyfriend.

And Elizabeth Jones
caught you? Yes.

I didn't know who it was.
I heard them coming
and figured it was Kate.

So I hid in the
aeronautics compartment.

Well, who was
with Elizabeth?

I couldn't hear because
of the engine noise
in the compartment.

All I could see
was their feet.

Well, male or female?
What kind of shoes?

They were wearing slippers--
the ones we give out
in first class.

They're all the same.
They walked by me,
and I ran upstairs.

I didn't kill anyone.

Whoever killed her
has to have traces of blood
on their slippers.

That could cause the gun
to smoke for Caroline.

Look, Bones.
You're gonna need
an A.L.S. light.

Not even those dotty
old mystery buffs carry
that in their giant purses.

We can make one.How are you gonna make one?

Hope you can do it fast. We're
gonna be landing very soon.No, no.

You're not landing this plane
until I tell you
you land this plane.

- Remember,
you're still a suspect.
- It's not about me or you.

We're going to run out of fuel
in 20 minutes.

[ Brennan ] Okay, Booth,
we need the blue lamp
out of the overhead projector.

Do you, by any chance,
have any yellow-tinted
shooting glasses?

Sure. What do you need?
Daylight, artificial light
or moonlight?

Let's see.

These will do. Thanks.

This is brilliant. They're
making an A.L.S. emitter.

- What's that for?
- To find blood.

Ready? [ Brennan ]
Got 'em.

Hit the lights.

[ Booth ]
Oh.

Easy, Bones.
You see anything?

No. No. Nothing.

[ Booth ]
What about over here?
Right there?

[ Brennan ]
No. Nothing.

[ Booth ]
Oh, geez.

Booth? Over there.You got something?

Yes, there. Are you sure?

Yes, Booth.

Turn the lights on.

What is going on, please?

- Your son killed
Elizabeth Jones.
- Hey, how long till we land?

- We're on our final descent.
- Eli? That's impossible.

Oh, why?
You can't think of a motive?
Like maybe he loves his mother?

He wants to keep
his family together?

You probably just think
he's some dumb-ass kid.

[ Caroline ] I beg your pardon?Listen, Caroline.
I'm ready to make an arrest.

You're more than sure,
right, cherí?
You're damn sure?

Well, it's circumstantial,
but it's compelling. So do
you have a warrant to sign?

Yes.Sign it so I can
make the arrest.

- Just a minute, please.
- [ Caroline ]
That's the lawyer, right?

- You can always tell
a damn lawyer.
- I represent my son.

- Who is also a minor,
incidentally.
- A minor?

A minor murderer! [ Kate On Speaker ]
Ladies and gentlemen,

we are making our final descent
into Shanghai International
Airport.

Please return your seats
to the upright position and
turn off all electronic devices.

- Booth, you're cutting
it pretty close there.
- Yeah, I know.

- What's going on?
- We know you killed
Elizabeth Jones.

- Probably why you wanted
to get so drunk. Huh, Eli?
- Don't say a word, Eli.

You're making this arrest
on the strength of bloodstains
on the bottom of a slipper...

- that could belong
to anyone in first class.
- Booth?

The father was cheating on
the dying wife with the victim.

-Arthur?
-You thought the family was safe
by getting away from the woman.

Booth, we're really close
to the ground.

- She shows up on the plane
in first class.
- Not a word, Eli.

Booth, I can see people.
We have less than
30 seconds.

- Booth!
- Caroline, you gotta
trust me on this.

Make the case, Agent Booth.
Something more than motive.

- Bones?
- Booth. If this
missing video game...

turns out to be
the computer chip embedded
in the victim's sternum--

Where'd you lose
the cartridge, Eli?

- We've got
forensic corroboration.
- "If"! She said "if"!

- Sign it.
- The moment this plane touches
down, I lose jurisdiction.

- This better be a good--
- Sign the warrant.

- Please.
- [ Caroline ]
Okay, make the arrest.

Eli Bilbrey, I am placing you
under arrest for the murder
of Elizabeth Jones.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you
in a court of law...

because this is
the United States of America!

[ Passengers Gasp ]

[ Passengers Applauding ]

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.

Bones, the applause
was for the landing.

Oh. Yes.

I always wondered
why people did that.

[ Woman: Soft Rock ]
♪ No good, no how ♪

♪ No man should treat you ♪

♪ Like he do ♪

♪♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]

Did you catch the murderer?

Yeah.That's great.

It's not great?He was 16.

Oh.Dying mom, cheating father.

He just wanted to make it stop.

I'm sorry.

That counts as a crappy day.

You should probably just
go home and draw a bath.

I want you to come with me
and stay.

Of course I'll stay.

I mean, I want you to...
move in with me.

This isn't just because
you've had a bad day, right?

Because--No. It isn't.

You've never done that before,
asked someone to move in
with you?

No.You've lived with people
at their place.

With my bag packed
by the front door, yeah.

[ Laughs ]

Why aren't you saying anything?

Right. Because
you're gonna say no.

Yeah, I am.

I'm saying, "No, thanks."

Why?

It's too soon. You aren't ready.
I'm not ready either.

Let's just see how things
unfold, okay?

Okay.What?

I'm always the one
to say that.

♪ Keep the lighthouse in sight ♪

♪ Godspeed to you ♪♪

Look what I found, huh?

There's that smile.Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

We don't even get
to get off the plane?No.

They're refueling and finding us
another pilot, and--
[ Imitates Takeoff ]

go back home.

What about his parents? They gotta fly back
on their own dime.

Eli is in federal custody now.

You want to get off the plane
to see those old Chinese bones.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.Yeah, it is.

'Cause I'm the one
who dragged you
out of pure science...

and pulled you
into murder solving.

That's not how
I remember it.

- Really?
- Yes.

Well, as I recall,
I had to force you
to take me into the field.

Really?

Yes. You didn't
want to, remember?

This is all my fault.

Hey, are you two
gonna make out?

Hey, quiet.
You lost your right to talk.

Why do people always think
we're gonna make out?

I say we let him sit back there
the entire trip back by himself.

He did kill someone.
And he ruined my dig.

Plus, you know he's gonna try
to drink all the champagne.

We're gonna need some
for later. To us.

[ Sighs ][ Sighs ]

Wait. Why does yours
go all the way back and mine
doesn't go all the way back?

Oh, it's just how
mine is.This is first class.

They're supposed to go
all the way back.

Maybe it's because you're
supposed to be in coach.

What's that mean?