All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S07E01 - The Memories in the Shallow Grave (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Panting ]

[ Paintballs Splattering ]

[ Paint Gun Fire ]

They're up on that ridge.
They got us pinned down.

If we can get across that
clearing and move around
their right flank,

- we can take them out.
- I've got it.

You, Kenton and May--
you cover me.

No. You can't
go do it alone.

I am not gonna let my men
get slaughtered.

Cover me!

[ Automatic Paint Gun Fire ]

- [ Panting ]
- [ Men Shouting In Distance ]

[ Grunts, Gasping ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Grunts ]

Dude, you're, like,
covered in paint.

Are-Are you okay, bro?

[ Grunts, Gasps ]

[ Screams, Gasping ]

[ Paint Gun Fire ]

[ Screaming ]

Okay. Whoa.
Here it is.

Right.

Okay. Okay.

Oh. Sorry.
You want me to, uh,
help you with that?

No, I can make toast.

It's just your kitchen
is very small.

My kitchen's the same size
as it's always been.

Look at it.
The implication being
that I've grown bigger.

I'm aware of that.
No, no.

It's not that
you've grown bigger.

It's that you've, you know,
you've-you've grown out.
You've gotten larger.

You know, like you
just expanded, then--

You know, you look great,
by the way.

What you see
is the manifestation
of your own virility,

which fills you with
a sense of pride and power.

It's natural to confuse that
with attraction.

You look great.
Here.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh. Mmm.

Here and-- Huh?
[ Sighs ]

So, uh, your--
your magazine
is in my oatmeal.

[ Sighs ]
You know, we don't have
to go through this.

My place is much roomier.

Well, we both agreed
to split time.

Yes, and we are.
Neither of us
really likes it.

I'm fine.

Come on, Bones.
You know what?
It's been five months.

And we spend almost
all of our time together.

What we need is one bed,
one place-- our place.

I thought you said you'd never
move in with someone again
unless you're married.

Are you asking me
to marry you?

What? Me? No! No.

You're the one
who believes in marriage.
I'm not going to bring it up.

Wow! You just did.

Are you saying that you aren't
going to ask me to marry you?

No, you are gonna ask me
to marry you.

[ Chuckles ]
That's ridiculous.
It's not ridiculous.

It's gonna happen.
I don't know when.

But when it does,
the three of us
should have a nice place.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
Where there's, like--

[ Beeps ]
Booth.

Right. On our way.
We've got a murder!

Booth, that's my toast!

[ Chattering ]

[ Flies Buzzing ]

[ Man Chattering ]
[ Woman ]
Go ahead and wrap it up.

Look, there's lots
of rocks and mud and stuff.
Here, let me have the case.

Booth, for centuries,
pregnant women have been
carrying bales of hay,

jugs of water
on their head--

and then
squatting in the fields
to have their children.

Well, there's not gonna be
any squatting in the fields.

Squatting is a great position
to give birth.

[ Device Beeps ]
I'm never gonna be able
to survive this pregnancy.

I'm tellin' you.

This is a very shallow grave.

[ Hodgins ]
Yeah. The rains
revealed the remains.

Oh, man.
This is gonna give
paintball a bad name.

Judging by the pelvis,
the victim is female.

Late 20s, early 30s.

The remains are covered
in Megaselia scalaris--
coffin flies.

They burrow into the ground
when they sense carrion.

[ Booth ]
Looks like they had
a feast, huh, Bones?

Yeah, well, the females
were pregnant.

- They needed the protein.
- I can relate to that.

They laid eggs which are
now in the pupa stage,

so I'd fix time of death
at seven days.

I-I'm gonna need the names
of all the paintball players
in the game. You got it?

[ Crying ]

There's damage to
the hard and soft palates.

It could be--
Could be cause of death.

[ Brennan Sobs ]

Everything okay, Bones?
Of course.

I'm merely experiencing
emotional inconsistencies...

due to hormones secreted...
during pregnancy.

Angela used to cry
at the ShamWow commercial.

- [ Crying ]
- Maybe the, uh, dead bodies
are finally getting to you.

- Of course not.
- I gotta get a picture
of this one, huh?

[ Clicking ]
Stop it, Booth.

All right, relax. Okay?
It just means that,
you know, you're normal.

I'm not normal.
I'm extraordinary.

This is definitely murder.
Something--

Something was jabbed
through the hard palate
into her brain.

Now I feeling sad.

I'm not sad.

Just bring the remains
back to the lab.

[ Murmurs ]

[ Crying ]

[ Loud Whirring ]

[ Hodgins ]
Some oily residue
on her clothes.

[ Saroyan ]
She must've been
laying in something.

Yeah. Well, I can compare it
to the soil samples
that I took.

Uh, you'll be careful not
to damage the skull fractures,
right?

[ Whirring Stops ]

Are you questioning
my competence, Mr. Bray?

Uh, no. It's just that
Dr. Brennan told me...

to make sure that her remains
weren't compromised.

So you're more intimidated
by Dr. Brennan,

even though I run this lab.

Well, when you take
Dr. Brennan and add pregnant--

[ Chuckles ]
No.

You are the tops
in your field.

I am much more
intimidated by you.

Nice save.

Whatever was jammed up there
went to the top of the skull.

Hard to believe
these three little pounds...

are the reason
we are who we are.

- Whoa!
- Oh, God!

[ Wendell ]
There's beetles in there.

Come to papa,
my little friends.

See, they may have ingested
some of the particulates
that were on the weapon.

Judging by the shape
of the injury...

and the fact that some
of the brain tissue
seems to be torn,

it looks like something metal
with a jagged edge.

Well, maybe you
could help us,
couldn't you?

Really?

They're beetles,
not puppies,
Dr. Hodgins.

[ Cell Phone Beeping ]

Ah. What do you know?

It's Dr. Brennan asking me
what's taking so long.

Well, I... will just tell her
to cool her jets.

'Cause I am not rushing you,
no matter what.

I'm done, Mr. Bray.

[ Sighs ]
Thank God.

So, the guy who organized
the paintball battle--

It was the first time
they used that site.

We're checking everybody out
for alibis.

Did any of the participants
have a criminal record?

The worst we have
is a drunk-and-disorderly
outside of a frat house...

and some guy who, uh,
served two days for not
paying his child support.

Is his ex-wife missing?

Actually, it was the bank.
They're the ones
that screwed up.

You seem, uh, you know,
very hungry for the details.

- Arr!
- Oh, I just--

No, I just wanna help. You know,
under normal circumstances,

Dr. Brennan would be confined
to a desk about now, so--

Right. Well, we all know
that Bones is not normal.
Right.

I mean, normal's
not her thing. No.
No, no.

Well, I just want you to know
that I'm ready.
You're ready?

I'm ready.
All right, ready.

All I need from you
is the shrinky stuff.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

So there's no extra stress
between you and Dr. Brennan
because of the pregnancy?

[ Chuckles ]
No. We're not gonna
talk about that.

Why not?
It's shrinky stuff.

We're fine.
We're fine.
All right.

Okay. I'm not tryin'
to be pushy here.

But it must be very difficult
that you and Dr. Brennan...

haven't agreed
on a living arrangement yet.

Okay, you know what?
I've been shot at.
I've been stalked.

I've been kidnapped.
I almost drowned, okay?

I'll be able to find a place
for us to live.

So, go have some coffee.
All right?

Thanks.
[ Sighs ]

[ Camera Shutter Snapping ]

Is it true that you were
crying at the crime scene?

Only as a result of
increased hormonal output.

Not sadness
at the victim's death.

Probably chorionic gonadotropin.

Exactly.
Still, I mean,
you crying.

I would've loved
to have seen that.

Why?
[ Angela ] It's sort of
like an eclipse.

- It doesn't happen that often.
- Booth took a picture of me.

But since I have a picture of
him cooking an omelet naked,

he agreed never
to show it to anyone.

Smart move.

I'm-- I'm sorry.
Naked? Wow.

Okay, listen, I am your
best friend, honey.

So I think I should
take a peek at that.

[ Chuckles ]
Based on the remodeling,

these fractures occurred
about six months ago.

[ Brennan ]
Blunt force trauma
to the frontal bone.

There's also remodeling damage
to the clavicle.

And acromion,
all on the left side.

- [ Wendell ]
Could be from a fall.
- Or a beating.

It's impossible to tell
with so much remodeling.

Is it the full figure?

No. The injuries seem
to only extend to here.

I'm talking about
the omelet shot.

Mm. Weren't you gonna
use those pictures...

to do a facial
reconstruction?

Killjoy.

The victim was lying
in fatty acids...

rich in di-
and tri-unsaturated esters.

Which is?
Linseed oil.

It was in the soil and seeped
onto her clothes.

Why would someone coat
the bottom of a grave
with linseed oil?

It would prevent
the body from absorbing
the water underneath it.

I don't know why a killer would
care about keeping her dry.

How's your brain?
Aside from the stab wound,

I also found past brain damage
that could've compromised
cognitive functioning.

Wendell said they found
remodeled fractures from about
six months ago on the skull.

That would fit.

Any word
from the beetles?

Nothing that points to a weapon.
But check this out.

The tissue they'd eaten
contained traces of lorazepam.

She was being treated
for anxiety.

That could have something to do
with the prior brain damage.

So beaten about six months ago
and murdered last week.

[ Exhales ]
That is some bad luck.

[ Angela ]
Hey, I am almost done here.

It just needs to render.

That's not why I'm here.

I-- I seem to be
emotional again.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh.

This might not be
strictly hormonal.

Booth is upset with me...

because I'm not ready for us
to move in together.

Oh. Good for Booth.

I've always been
on my own, Angela.

Yeah, but you're never gonna
be on your own again, ever.

Those little kicks you feel--
that's just the beginning.

Look at this.
[ Device Beeping ]

[ Squealing ]
[ Babbling ]

[ Hodgins Exhales ]
Oh, ripe.

Oh. Mommy,
it's your turn.

I've changed
the last 200.

[ High Voice ]
Yes, we want Mommy
to change us.

Oh.
There's Mommy.
Yeah.

Oh! It's a good thing
you are so cute.

Look at you.
What a sweet
little boy.

You and Booth,
you made that baby together.

So it's gonna expect
the both of you be there.

I'm with Booth
on this one.

Are you mad at me?

I'm actually feeling
very affectionate
toward you.

But, of course,
that could just
be the hormones.

[ Chuckles ]
I hope not.

[ Beeping ]

[ Angela ]
Okay, we have a match.

Claire Serrano.

There were two Missing Persons
reports filed on her
in the last six months.

Hmm.

Two?
Yeah, the first one
six months ago.

The other last week,
the night she disappeared.

Both filed by her husband?

Bones says she was pretty
battered up six months ago.

Maybe that's why
she disappeared, right?

Mr. Serrano.
Yes.

Special Agent Booth.
This here is Dr. Sweets.

Hi. Uh, this is
about Claire, right?
Did you find her?

Yeah. Have a seat.
Thank God.

I've been praying all week.
We all have.

Right. I'm afraid
it's not good news.

Uh, she was found buried
in Hamilton State Park.

- What do you mean?
- We believe she was murdered.

But I--

I just got her back.

[ Clears Throat ]

When you say you've all
been praying for her,
who else do you mean?

Oh, um-- [ Clears Throat ]
my congregation.

I'm the pastor of
the First Church of Christ
at Logan's Circle.

Thank you.
[ Clears Throat ]

So this is the second time
she went missing, Mr. Serrano.

Yes. Yes, the first time
was in February.

She... just left one day
and disappeared.

No one knew what happened.

Then about six weeks ago,

she turned up
in our neighborhood.

But she didn't know
why she was there.
She didn't know who she was.

Th-That's retrograde
amnesia.

Yes, the doctor said she'd
suffered some head trauma...

and just wandered away.

Claire couldn't
remember anything,

not even what happened
when she was missing.

The doctor said
she must've started
a new life someplace else.

Wait a second.
You mean to tell me that she
can't remember that either?

No. It happens, Agent Booth.

Her amnesia caused her to
establish a new identity.
It's called a fugue state.

It's a survival technique
that can disappear
as quickly as it appears.

But Claire came back to me.

And she was starting
to remember.

It was gonna be like it was.

That was the Lord's work.

And somehow,

I have to believe...

that this was
the Lord's work too.

Could, uh, Claire's injuries
have been from a beating?
Possibly.

But there's too much remodeling
to be certain what caused them.

Do you think
that she was beaten?

No, I don't want to.
Her husband is a pastor.

Violence would be a logical
extension of his belief.

The Bible features
a vengeful god...

who capriciously slaughters
the creatures he creates.

Sweets would
characterize him
as a sociopath.

No way.
God is not a sociopath.

Well, let's just say
I don't want him
babysitting for our child.

Maybe you should
slow down a little bit
on the food?

I need to increase
my caloric intake by
at least 300 calories.

Can I have
some of your pie?

Um, well, you already
are eating it. Just--

You know, I've been thinking
about our living arrangement.

You're right.
We should move in together.

Really?
Yes.

Angela agrees that
it's best for the baby
if we share a place.

This is great.

So you can move into
my apartment permanently.

No. No. No.

That is your place.
We need our place.

But in Iroquois society,
the men always moved in
with the women.

That's your reasoning?

I-I did a very
well-respected paper
on the Iroquois.

Women controlled society,
owned all the property.

But we're not the Iroquois.
But the baby
is in me, Booth.

I'm more financially
secure than you.

Objectively,
I'm more rational.

This should be my decision.

[ Clears Throat ]
Yeah.

You know what? We're family.

Even you should know
what that means, Bones.

You're angry.

Yeah. I'm angry.

So, Claire Serrano was being
treated by Dr. David Yazrick,

a neuropsychologist specializing
in memory problems...

from amnesia, P.T.S.D.,
drug addiction.

He's waiting
to talk to us now.

- Oh, boy.
- Let's go talk
to the doctor.

I'll look at the remains
again, see what--

if I can find what
caused those fractures.

[ Exhales ]

So, I was sifting
through the soil
at the bottom of the grave,

and I found fibers
coated in linseed oil.

You said her clothes
had absorbed the oil.

Her clothes are made
of polyethylene
terephthalate.

Can't you just say
"polyester"?
I did.

Anyway, these fibers
are upland cotton
of a very high tenacity.

They're found
in this area here.

So, what kind of cloth would be
made out of a fiber like that?

I don't know yet.
But whatever that cloth
turns out to be,

it was removed
from the grave
before she was buried.

So something was dug up
before she was buried.

So, a lot of Yazrick's methods
are unorthodox.

But he's had great success
with guided imagery...

and exercises
to improve short-term memory.

That guy Yazrick, wasn't he
the guy who got bounced
from Vegas for counting cards?

Yes. Yeah.
He said it was research
for his techniques though.

A lot of people think that
it was, uh, just publicity...

because his work
is so controversial.
I heard about him.

I heard about him
while I was gambling.

- Agent Booth.
- No.

No, what? You don't even know
what I was gonna say.

No. Are you kidding me?
You're kidding me right now.
No.

Your voice, it just
gets all... sensitive.

I-It-- It's irritating.

Okay.
Something is clearly going on
between you and Dr. Brennan.

We have a murder to solve.

So, I read your paper on
explicit memory retrieval...

and its ability
to alter current
destructive behavior.

It was fascinating.
Oh, thanks.

I'm actually
using it myself
to stop smoking.

Of course, next, I'm
gonna have to find a way
to give up chewing gum.

Well,
it's a good trade-off.
That's great.

Listen, Sweets said that
Claire thought that she was
someone else for a while.

Yeah, but something--
some faint memory--
drew her back to D.C.

But even after
returning to D.C.,

you said that Claire was still
suffering from amnesia.

When I started treating her,
she had no distinct memories
of her past.

Ooh. That must've
made it tense.

You know, between her
and her husband.
Well, it was difficult for them.

But during
her last session,

Claire told me that she
was remembering moments
from her wedding.

And-- She was so happy,
she was in tears.

Was Claire afraid of anyone?
Did she think that someone
was gonna hurt her?

No.

What is it?

We have these group
sessions once a week,

so the patients know that
there are other people
with similar problems.

There's a patient
who suffers from aphasia.

He was in a small-plane crash
that killed his wife.

And he had become very,
very attached to Claire.

But he has no history
of violence.
Attached how?

Well, after a trauma like that,
some patients transfer their
feelings to someone else.

It's a sort of, uh,
survival mechanism,
emotionally.

Sounds like a stalker to me.

Don't you want
Mr. Bray to help you?

He's in the other room.
I can call him.

No. It's okay.

I-I'd just like
some time alone.

Hmm. You okay?

Sometimes
I get more fatigued
than I'm used to.

Did you have any luck
identifying the weapon that
was inserted into her brain?

No. But the diagnosis of amnesia
and fugue states certainly
explains the bruising I saw.

Booth and Sweets
are talking
to a doctor now...

to discover the extent
of her condition.

I can't imagine
having my entire life
erased like that.

It's like she kept dying.

Perhaps
it was good thing.

She had the opportunity
to start fresh,

create a better life.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yes. Just making
an observation.

Because if I can--

Look at the spider-web fractures
on the frontal bone,

the discoloration along
the seam of the fracture.

Isn't that common
when the bone
knits together?

Yes. But that section
is not from remodeling.

She had recent head trauma that
reopened the original fracture.

The discoloration is from
soil that entered the wound.

So it happened
when she was killed?

There's no evidence
of fresh remodeling,
so, yes.

The particulates in the crevice
might be able to help us
determine the murder weapon.

The violin guy,
he's the stalker?

[ Yazrick ]
He was with the symphony
before the accident.

The aphasia prevents him
from being able to speak
unless he plays his violin.

It makes you want
to wear a helmet
all the time, huh?

The syntactic processing
for language and music share
a set of neural resources.

Music can form a bridge
which allows him to talk.
[ Booth ] Oh.

Trevor, this is Agent Booth
and Dr. Sweets from the F.B.I.

They'd like to talk to you
about Claire.

Trevor, you have to talk
to them about Claire.

** [ Melody ]

She belonged with me.

We both knew it.

Claire was afraid
of her husband.

We belonged together.

I know it must be very painful
to lose another person
so close to you.

That man wanted to change her.

But she had to change
to regain her life, Trevor.
You know that.

But if she changed,
what would happen to me?

He's just upset.
It's natural.

Well, if he needed her
and felt that she was
moving away,

isn't it possible that
he would do anything
to prevent that?

What's this?

Ho! Linseed oil.

Okay.

Look who came
to see Daddy
the mad scientist.

Hi, buddy!
Oh!

We're gonna get
so in trouble
if Cam finds out.

Come here, buddy.

[ Laughing ]
Hi. Hi.

Oh, he was just
down the hall
in day care.

And I figured that we'd
be terrible parents if
we didn't break the rules.

So true.
Hey, sport, you wanna
see Daddy's spiders?

You wanna see Daddy's spiders?
Look in there.
How's that, Michael?

What is this?

Uh, why, it's-it's a very
small bipedal primate...

from the Hominidae family.

You both know the rules.

Yeah, we do.
But he doesn't.

And he was crying
for his dad, so--

Right, so, I, uh--

I got the results back
on the, uh, linseed oil
from the violinist.

It is not a match
for the soil or the oil
that we found in the grave.

Different levels
of palmitoleic acid.

And the fibers,
they don't match the cotton.

Booth's gonna be
disappointed.

Uh, it appears that our fibers
came from a heavy canvas used
in handbags and luggage.

And linseed oil is used
to waterproof the canvas.

So someone dug up a bag
before burying her?
Looks that way.

I'll let Booth know.

[ Sighs ]
He's not allowed
in the lab.

I don't want to see him
here again.

Your daughter visits.
She's 18.

She's not gonna spit up
on the mass spectrometer.

[ Giggles, Coos ]

Tell him to stop
looking at me
like that.

[ Giggles ]

W-Would you
tell him to stop?

Well, he likes you.

Well, don't let
the smile fool you.
I am still very upset.

Sweet baby.
Okay.

- Who was that?
- That's my boy.

[ People Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Got it.
Next, please.

I'm sorry, Booth.
I had no intention
of making you angry.

Perhaps I didn't
express myself well.

No, you were clear.
You were very clear.

Yeah, but you were wrong.

Yeah, actually,
I was correct
about the Iroquois.

Of course you were.
But you know what? I also did
some research on the Internet.

And I found about 20 tribes
which say you would
have to move in with me.

And one where I actually
get to shoot you in the leg
with an arrow.

Your point is that we aren't
part of the Iroquois,

and so my example
isn't relevant.

I concede your point.

But I don't concede that
I'm being unreasonable...

for merely trying
to be rational about
our living arrangement.

Look, Bones.

I love you, okay?
That's not rational.

Us having a kid,
that's not rational.

But... here we are.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Booth.

It wasn't the, um,
violin guy.

I gotta get back
to the office.

Uh, I--
I love you too, Booth.

I know.

What? So there's no evidence
to tie Trevor Quan
to Claire's murder?

Nothing. But I do remember
Quan saying that Claire
was afraid of her husband.

Oh, well, that could be
a projection because Quan
wanted her for himself.

Or it could be true,
because Bones...

never could figure out
what caused Claire's
past injuries.

Beatings are definitely
a possibility.

Domestic disturbance reports
against her husband.
Two of 'em.

Claire accused him
of assault.

This certainly looks
like a beating.

Exactly why I'm gonna
talk to the pastor again.

You found something,
Mr. Bray?

Claire was shot.
Shot?

You saying that's
what killed her?

No. This wasn't
life threatening.
And the wound healed.

It happened
about four months ago,
during the time she was missing.

It's remodeled.

Exactly. That's why
we didn't see it.

I re-x-rayed the area.

A piece of bullet's
still in there.

It's pretty sloppy work.
It should've been
a simple removal.

It probably wasn't
performed by a doctor.

People looking to avoid the law
don't go to hospitals.

Whoever took this bullet out
didn't want anyone to know
what happened.

The striations
on the bullet fragments
are still visible.

Angela might
be able to match them
to the gun that was used.

Neighbors say there was
a lot of yelling and screaming
coming from your place.

Claire would wake up and
not know where she was.

Sometimes she wouldn't
know who I was.
She'd get scared.

It says here that
she was injured.
Last time, yes.

Claire thought
I was holding her
against her will.

She came at me with
a pair of scissors.

I explained all this
to the officers when
they came to the house.

No charges were ever filed.

I'm sure they feel like they
made a mistake since-- now
that Claire has been killed.

I loved my wife,
Agent Booth.

What about this Karen Alford?

You know her? The police
say that she was there
both times that they came.

Yes, she was
a friend of Claire's
from the church.

She was like
part of our family.
Right.

I'm sure you've spent
a lot of time with her
since Claire went missing.

Not in the way
you're implying.

Hmm. I'm just trying
to be thorough.
You understand.

Even a man of God
can be tempted by the flesh.

The Lord guides my life,
Agent Booth.

I stand before him
with a clear conscience.

So, any gun store
that's in the A.T.F.'s
NIBIN database...

shoots a round and then
puts the ballistics
information...

into the system.

So we can find whoever
purchased the gun
that shot Claire.

Yeah.
That's the idea.

So?

Did you and Booth
decide to move in
together?

He won't live at my place.
Well, then, just
get another place.

That's what
Hodgins and I did.

But with the uncertainty
of the real estate market,

it would be irresponsible
for us to get a place now.

Look, honey,
you wound up
in foster care.

And that would
make anybody scared
about starting a family.

I didn't say anything
about foster care.

Well, you didn't have to.

Those memories don't
have to rule your life.

Remember the time
with your mom and dad--

the good times.

Have that life.

[ Device Beeping ]

We have a match.

[ Sighs ]

[ Angela ]
Yep. This is the gun
that shot Claire.

It turns out that Claire
was shot during a robbery
five months ago.

Shot?
Who shot her?

Well, a man and a woman entered
a home in West Virginia.

Homeowner fired at them,
and they ran.

And the bullet that hit Claire
matched the homeowner's gun.

So Claire robbed
somebody's house?

Could this behavior
be consistent with her
being in a fugue state?

Sure, uh,

she could've adopted
the persona of a criminal...

if she was connected
with one at the time.

Cops arrested the man
with her at the time.
He's in a halfway house.

I'm gonna talk to him
this afternoon.

She never mentioned
any of this to you?

I can check my records again.
But I'd remember something
like that.

The particulates
in the skull fracture
Dr. Brennan found...

turned out to be synthetic
pyrogenic silicas, melamine
resins and titanium dioxide.

It's a paint
manufactured in Germany
for the German military.

So she was killed
by a German soldier.

I don't know who killed her.
But I do know what did.

Das ist ein Glock Feldspaten.

It's a field spade used
for digging trenches
and for gardening.

And graves it seems.
What's that at the end
of the handle?

It's a 175-millimeter
saw blade.

Just the size for jamming
through the roof
of someone's mouth.

[ Booth ] You got arrested
for the break-in
where she got shot.

Yeah. I served 60 days
for breaking and entering.

They set me up
in this halfway house.

So you haven't seen Claire
since the break-in?

- Claire?
- Yeah. Claire.

I don't know what she told you,
but her name's Brenda.

Brenda.
Yeah. What'd she do?

- She got herself killed.
- That's harsh.

Right.
How'd you guys meet?

I saw her walking along
the side of the road,
looked pretty roughed up.

So I gave her a lift,
and we hit it off.

Look, whether her name was
Brenda or not didn't matter.

I got my secrets.
She had hers, right?

Right.

So, there aren't any locks
on the halfway house here?

Hey. No.

Forget it.
I didn't kill her.

Ask any of the supervisors.
I've been a regular Boy Scout
since I been here.

All right.
Boy Scout.

Hamilton State Park,
that's, uh, not
too far from here.

Hamilton?
That where they found her?

In that, uh,
old, uh, oak grove?

Could be.
That bitch.

All right.
There was a canvas bag
that was buried there.

Is that where you put
all your stash that you got
from your break-ins?

I'm not saying anything.

Course, we never found the bag,
so it can't be used
in evidence against you.

But then again,
if you don't cooperate,

any prosecutor's gonna
think that you killed her.

[ Scoffs ]

- Okay, the bag was mine.
- There you go.

There was almost
80 grand in there.

She must've
brought someone along
to help her dig it up.

Who?
How am I supposed to know?
I was locked up for four months.

I always knew there was
something off about her.

Serves her right,
getting killed.

Wish I'd done it myself.

[ Sweets ]
So creating
a simplified timeline...

will help us construct
a coherent narrative,
right?

The duck sauce
is where Claire suffers
her initial injury.

We don't know
what the injury is.
Doesn't matter.

For our purposes,
it's duck sauce.

That's where Claire
gets amnesia,

loses contact
with her husband
and her past life.

Now, at the egg rolls,
Ricky Duval picks her up.

And in a fugue state,
she becomes Brenda.

These soy sauce packets
are their crime spree,

ending with the lettuce cups,
where she gets shot.

Now, when Ricky is arrested,
she starts to have flashes
of her previous life...

and winds up wandering around
the fried rice, which is D.C.

She's brought to Yazrick
for treatment-- at
the fortune cookies--

and begins the slow process
of recovering her memory...

until she is finally
murdered and buried
at the orange slices.

That's the simplified version?

Well, I can add in
recovered memories, uh,
in chronological order...

if you're finished
with the lo mein.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
Mm-hmm.

[ Beeps ]
Booth.

It's me.
I have a favor to ask you.

Anything.

Listen, first,
I don't think
I've been very fair.

[ Shouts ]
What? Where?

[ Shouts ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

Bones! Bones!

Bones! Bones!
Where are you?

Here.
Here, Booth.

Oh, God.
Are you hurt?

I'm just stuck.
Just get me out.

All right.
But don't break
the Egyptian vases!

They were just
delivered today.

Let me get this--
Ah, okay.

How did you do this?
I don't know.

I-I'm just so big.
My center of gravity must
have shifted, and I fell.

Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, positive.

Okay, one shot.
Not funny.

Right. Okay, well,
it's a little funny,
you have to admit.

Why didn't you just
call the security guard?

Well,
I didn't think of that.
I just thought of you.

Right. Okay.
You okay?

Yes.

The baby's okay?
Yes.

All right, look, Bones.
I'm, uh-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, about,
uh, about before...

and, you know--
and pushing you.

Uh, actually
you were pulling me,
and it worked very well.

No. I meant about finding
a place to live.

Oh.

I just--

I want our kid to know
that I'm not my dad.

I just want him to know
that I was a good dad...

who gave him a real home--
our home.

Why didn't you
just say that?

I just didn't think
you'd understand.

I don't. I-I know
you're not your father.

But I do think
that we should get
our own place together.

Really?
Yes.

Lying here, I have had
some time to think--

longer than I expected.

You must've...
run into traffic.

Anyway, I realize that
this is just one of many
unforeseen situations...

that I might find
myself in, now that
we're starting a family.

And since I can
always depend on you
to assist when needed,

whether practically,
emotionally or sexually,

being in close proximity
would facilitate that.

And if the only way for that
to occur is by finding
another dwelling,

I'm willing to do that.

Even though it's
a foolish investment
in this market.

Well, I was hoping for something
a little bit more romantic.

But I'll take what I can get.
Oh, just one more thing...

that I can add.
Of course.

If I may.
Aw.

Booth!
What?

Look at the grave.
Wh--

That was our mo--
That was our moment
right there?

We haven't looked
in the paintball splatters.

Oh, well, those were there
after the murder.

Yes, but they could be
covering up evidence.

I would've seen this before
if I wasn't awash in hormones.

So, have you and Dr. Brennan
decided where you're gonna
look for a place?

We made the decision
about 12 hours ago.
Will you give me a break?

Of course. Break given.
I'm just glad that
I was of some help.

Huh? Oh, so now you're
gonna take credit
for this, huh?

Well, it takes a village.
Coffee, please.

Okay, listen. We just
got work to do here.
Okay? Thanks.

Well, I've been through
Yazrick's notes twice now.

There's nothing that would
implicate her husband.

-There's no notes in here
about Claire's lost six months.
-Yazrick already mentioned that.

It's common for a patient
to have no memory
of their fugue state.

But is it common
for a doctor not to ask
any questions about it?

What? He must have.
There is no way--

Oh, my God,
you're right.

Well, I mean, he must've tried.
It has to be in here somewhere.

Either that or maybe
he removed it. Look at this.
What?

[ Sweets ]
Five "S"-- 1,000.

T.H.-- 2,500.
B.J.-- 1,500.

I have no idea.
It's code for gambling.

When I used to gamble,
all right, I had codes.
I understand this language.

Five card stud--
a thousand-dollar buy-in.

Texas Hold 'Em-- 2,500.

Blackjack-- 1,500.

These are all on Claire's
Friday appointments.

He had a game every Friday.
He wasn't counting cards
for publicity.

Yazrick had
a gambling problem,
just like me.

[ Device Clicking ]

All right. I think we got
all the paint.

It wasn't bone in there.
It was part of an acorn.

[ Saroyan ]
Dr. Hodgins.

Booth got Dr. Yazrick's
bank records.

As soon as he
got any money,
it disappeared.

Wow. So he had
a pretty big problem.

Unfortunately, that wasn't
enough to make an arrest.

Well, we haven't
found much to help.

We recovered all
the paint splatters within
a 30-foot radius of the grave,

which accounts for
all evidence run-off
from the rain.

And you haven't found anything
in the paint?

Well, yeah, I mean,
leaves, insects, some hair...

which turned out to be
from a squirrel.

Booth keeps calling.
He needs evidence.

Well, unless he wants us
to manufacture it,
we don't have anything.

[ Brennan ]
What are these X-rays?

The paint had hardened,

so I x-rayed each glob to see
if there's anything inside.

We didn't wanna break it open
in case it would
destroy evidence.

What about 6F3?

It looks like
tree sap or resin.

Enlarge the image
please.

- Oh, that's not sap.
- Looks like chewing gum.

[ Hodgins ]
Okay. Even if it is,

the dye and the polyethylene
in the paint would've
destroyed the D.N.A.

We don't need D.N.A.,
do we, Mr. Bray?

Of course not.
I-- I should've seen that.
I'm sorry.

Excuse me.
The, uh, boss here
needs an explanation.

Look at the image.
There's a clear impression
of the tooth in the gum.

That's as good as a fingerprint.
[ Hodgins ] If I, uh,
freeze the paintball,

I should be able
to extract the gum
without compromising the shape.

I'll tell Booth.

She's having that baby so
the next generation will have
someone to make them feel dumb.

Seriously.

Claire was my patient.
Why would I kill her?

Because she remembered
where the money was buried,
and you needed it.

That's ridiculous.
She never mentioned
anything about that time.

- You saw my notes.
- Yeah, we did.

We actually--
We did see your notes.

And, uh, take a--
take a look here and see.

You were gambling,
and your bank account went dry.

I've been there.

Maybe people
were threatening you.

Doesn't mean that I killed her.

I've never even been out
to that park.

We have proof
that you were there.

So we subpoenaed
your dental records.

And look what
we found there.
Your chewing gum.

It's a match.

She entrusted
her life to you,

and you betrayed her.

Turn around.
You're under arrest.

I gave Claire her life back.
[ Handcuffs Ratchet ]

I wasn't asking
for much in return.
Come on.

[ Sports Announcer,
Indistinct ]

10-10 ball game,
late in the third.

...come out
in a shotgun.

The third receiver
set in the slot.
High snap.

There are a lot
of houses for sale.

It's a buyer's market.
I told you.
Receiver is dropped for a loss.

Is that a fumble?
Go!

Fumble! Yes!
Touch-- down!

Go Big Red, huh?

That was very loud, Booth.

It's sports.
It's supposed to be loud.

When we find the house,
I don't want a TV
in our bedroom.

Research shows that it can
compromise your sex life.

We'll get a big one
for the family room.
How's that? All right?

- [ Chuckles ]
- Well, this one has
a nice family room.

Look at that.
That's nice.
Isn't it?

And you want a yard, right?
Yeah.
Has to be a big yard.

Enough room for a swing set
and a-- oh, and a tree house.

I always wanted
a tree house.
Me too.

Right?
I thought it would
make a great lab.

We can have
whatever life we want.
You know that, right?

New memories.
New life.

Belly rub.

Oh, gotta rub da belly.
Rub-a da belly.
Rub-a da belly.

Kiss da belly.
Hello, little baby
in da belly.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, this--
this one has a pool too.

How much does that cost--
that, uh, place there?

Oh, it's just
a little over three million.

What? Whoa.
Wait a second.

Hold on.
I can't afford that.

But I can.
I just got a big advance
for my next book.

No, no, no.
Mm-mmm.

Fifty-fifty.
Straight down the line.

[ Chuckles ]
Then we're gonna have
to inflat the pool.

It makes for some
great memories, right?
[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckles ]
Wouldn't you like
to have horses though?

Oh, God, horses.

Why did I think
this was gonna be easy?

Well, that's what
you like about me.
I'm not easy.

Not all the time.

Well, it's a fact that males
usually prefer women
they have to hunt for.

Right.
Here come the tribes.
What do the Iroquois--

What's that mean?