All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S08E14 - The Doll in the Derby (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Central said a motorist called
in a possible B and E.

Who the hell breaks into
an old slaughterhouse?

I don't know.

I think the desk sergeant
is screwing with us, man.

I heard he sends rookies out
on bogus calls.

Just in case,
keep your eyes open.

I don't want
any surprises.

Dispatch, this is
Officer Szerik.

Hamilton and I have
the suspects.

What the hell
are you doing, man?

He screws with us,
we screw with him.

DISPATCHER:
This is dispatch.

Officer Szerik,
do you need backup?

Nah, just a couple of guys
with pit bulls

and automatic weapons.

Nothing we can't handle.

Shh.
You're such an asshat.

Look, this is the only way
to get respect, man.

(distant clattering)
Trust me.

I don't want any part
of this, man.

You do what you want.

I'm going to check over here.

(loud clattering,
Hamilton cries out)

You okay, Hamilton?

DISPATCHER:
Officer, Szerik,
are you all right?

HAMILTON:
Oh, man, this smells.

What...?

What the hell did I fall in?

DISPATCHER:
Repeat, are you all right,
Officer Szerik?

(screaming)

What is it?

(screaming)

What is it?

DISPATCHER:
I'm sending backup.

(moaning)

(yelling)

DISPATCHER:
Szerik, Hamilton, are you there?

(Hamilton yelling)

BRENNAN:
The remains were found
in an abattoir?

The "slaughterhouse" is fine,
okay?

French doesn't make murder
any classier.

It is a very good place
to dispose of a body;

the equipment's all there.

It's amazing, you know.

You always look on the bright
side of life, don't you?

I try.
Yeah. (chuckling)

Oh, Christine's baby group
is later this morning,

if you want to take her.

I would, but, I, uh...
(clears throat)

I have to go to the hospital.

Oh, I didn't-I didn't know
it was today.

Yeah, they called and asked
if I could make it.

It's sort of a
last minute thing.

I can help if you need me,
Booth.

Yeah, I know.
I appreciate it.

This is, you know,
it's my thing,

and, uh, I'll be fine.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Wow, look at that mess.

BRENNAN:
The plan seemed to be
to dismember the body

and dispose of it
down that drain pipe.

Passerby saw someone
in the building

and called the cops.

(insects buzzing)
I wish they hadn't sent rookies.

One of them ended up rolling
around in the remains.

I can't tell
if the remains were damaged

by the police officer
or the killer.

Phaenicia sericata,
early stage of colonization.

Death occurred about
eight hours ago.

It looks like the guy melted.

Based on the size and
robusticity of the skull,

the victim is female.

Great, still melted.

Well, the killer doused her in
some kind of corrosive liquid.

Pretty caustic stuff.

It burned the skin off
of one of the rookie's hands.

Residual striations between
the C5 and C6 vertebrae

indicate that a crosscut saw
was used in dismemberment.

HODGINS:
No saw was found.

No weapons, and this place
hasn't been used in years.

Ooh.
BOOTH:
Oh, slippery when wet.

SAROYAN:
Dr. Hodgins,

we have to find a way
to counteract

whatever corrosive
was used

or all this tissue
could be compromised.

Right, uh, (sniffs)

(coughs) could be formic
or acedic acid...

(coughs)

...in a base
of sodium hydride

or possibly sodium hydroxide
that's...
Great.

Okay-okay, Mr. Wizard,

how do we stop it
from melting everything?

Well, the killer probably used
common household cleaners,

so water would do the trick.

I mean, I could use
the pressure hose and just...

Oh, no, a pressure hose could
cause the bone to fragment.

But the tissue is dissolving,
so go for it.

Did you hear what I said,
Dr. Saroyan?

SAROYAN:
Yes, but you can always recover
the fragments

that were washed away,
where as I will lose the tissue

for all time.

But, no, I would like to
discuss this before...

I'm sure you would,

but that would be a waste
of valuable time,

and since I'm the boss...

Booth?

Well, don't look at me,
it's not my jurisdiction. Hey.

Dr. B, I would, um...

BOOTH:
Time to spray it down.

All right.

(laughing)

*

All the cuts were made
at the joints.

I hope this person was already
dead when that happened.

Because we neutralized
the enzymatic cleaner,

I'm going to be able to
run a full tox screen.

HODGINS:
Hey, man.

I hear it's your birthday.

Now, you are
looking good.

What are you today, 24? 25?

Actually, my birthday
is tomorrow. I'll be 29.

Oh, happy birthday.

It's no big deal.
What?

Are you kidding me?
29 is a big one.

(sighs)

Oh, you're just feeling like
you haven't achieved enough.

(sighs) What?
Because,

you know, Cam,
she was the Chief Coroner

of New York when she was 29.

Is that true?

No, no.

I... I was the Deputy
Chief Coroner.

(sighs)
Well, where were you?

On my 29th birthday,
I was here.

Working at
the Jeffersonian.

So, not much progress
in your life since.

Sort of stagnated at 29.

Not really, I have a
beautiful wife and child.

But, you lost your entire
family fortune.

Well, consider myself
ahead on points.

BRAY:
Inbending and stellate fractures

to the frontal
and temporal bones

suggest a blunt force trauma.

Antemortem fracturing
to the iliac crest.

Also you'll note that the fifth
and sixth left rib

present calluses indicative
of recurrent trauma.

There's a fracture
to the left nasal bone

and three missing front teeth.

Wow, giving it the old college
try on the brilliance.

I admire your pluck.

Taken as a whole,
the antemortem injuries

are consistent
with domestic abuse.

Dr. Hodgins is just
complimenting you

on your fine work.

HODGINS:
Very good for a 29-year-old.

SAROYAN:
The serial number on this bridge

will provide us
with an I.D.

Mr. Bray.

Happy birthday.

What?

BOOTH:
So, the FBI field crew,

they swept the slaughterhouse,

you know, they couldn't find
any fingerprints.

Anyone who watches TV
knows to wear gloves

when dismembering
their victim.

Is this a serial
killer or not?

I... I don't think so.

No, I mean, unless it was
someone's first kick

at the serial killer can.

There's no sense of ritual here.

There's no sense of
perverse enjoyment.

It's not weird enough.

Cutting someone up
and stuffing her

in a wheelbarrow,
that's not weird enough for you?

You know what I'm talking about.

It-it was done hastily,
without a plan.

Bones said the victim had
telltale signs of abuse.

Years of domestic abuse
come to a head,

the victim dies,
the, uh, abuser

(phone chimes)
cuts up the
body to hide his guilt.

Does that work?
Yeah, that works.

All right. Wendell's got
an I.D. on the victim.

It's a Melinda Perkins, 32,

married to
a Dr. Bradley Perkins.

You know, why don't you
go talk to the doctor.

Tell him that his wife
was murdered

and see how he reacts.

Where are you going?

I got a thing.
(clears throat)

You're usually
very forthcoming

about where you're going,
what you're doing.

Well, I'm kind of in a hurry.

You know, this is
the second Friday

in a row
that you've been evasive.

Tick-tock.
My theory,

is that you're going
to Friday confession.

No, I can't go to confession.

Why not?

Why? Because I'm living
with a woman

outside the bond
of holy matrimony.

Ah.
The only way to get
absolution for your sins,

is if you intend
not to sin again.

But you intend to continue
to live with Dr. Brennan.

You know what, Sweets,
you either

live by the rules in life
or you don't.

Hey, you never told me
where you were going.

This is everything
that I was able to retrieve

from the microprocessor
inside the victim's watch.

Did you pinpoint the time
at which the watch broke?

12:24 a.m.
And it gets better.

This is one of those fancy,
high-tech sports watches

that reads the victim's
heart rate, GPS location,

and even the altitude.
Oh.

Notice how the victim's
heart rate was elevated

for close to two minutes
prior to flatlining.

A person's maximum heart
rate is approximately

220 minus their age.

Melinda was 32 years old
and her heart rate

peaked at 186.
So,

maybe she was running
from someone?

Or her adrenal glands

pumped everything they had
into her system.

Because she was scared?
Yes.

(phone rings)

Oh. Hello, Booth.

No. Yes, yes, I understand.

Okay. How long will you be
at the hospital?

No, I-I know how important
this is to you,

and I will adjust
my schedule accordingly.

We will be able to talk
more freely later.

So, good-bye for now.

(clears throat)
You were saying GPS?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

What was that about?

Booth is going to be later
than he anticipated tonight.

At the hospital?

No.

But you just said hospital.

Is Booth sick?
What is going on?

Why are you being so mysterious?

I am not...

free to discuss that
with you right now, Angela.

You're not free
to discuss that with me?

That is correct.

Okay, that is not acceptable.

If I could tell you, I would,
you know that.

Please, trust me.

Okay, it's just...

I'm just asking because I care.

I know. I know.

MAN:
Melinda's dead,
that's what you're telling me.

Murdered, Dr. Perkins.

These are crime scene photos.

I figure since you're
an E.R. trauma surgeon,

you might want to see proof.

Is she recognizable?

No, sir, she was dismembered.

In that case, I'll pass.

How long have you two
been separated?

A year.

After having been married...

Seven years.

Mostly happy?

Melinda was, um...

an exciting, difficult woman.

She had a very big personality.

So, she was the one
that wanted a divorce?

Yes.
She had decided that I was,

uh... (chuckles) stodgy.
Mm.

Our forensic team notes
that she sustained

a number of injuries
after your separation.

I don't beat up ex-wives.

I start looking for viable
candidates for a new wife.

Okay. I think you told me

everything I need
to know, except, um,

where were you last night
when your wife was murdered?

I was at the hospital.

I got out of there
about 2:00 a.m.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Check with the hospital.

People know me there.

BRENNAN:
GPS

on Melinda Perkins' watch
places her not

in the slaughterhouse
at time of death,

but approximately
100 meters east.

Okay, so, she's either in
or near the warehouse.

Do you think the victim's
ex-husband lured her out here?

Uh, he's got an alibi.

Maybe the victim
was kidnapped, right?

(groaning)
She escaped, and she ran.
Hold on, hold on. Ma'am?

Ma'am, you okay?
Has someone
attacked you?

I'm fine. It was...

It was just an accident.

MAN:
All right, wall it out!
Wall it out!

Wall it out!

What is that?
That

is Roller Derby,
Bones! Look at that.

(laughs)

MAN:
Here we go. Here we go.
Come on.

All right, nice...

(whoops)
Whoa!

(whistle blowing)
Hey,

bring it in. Bring it in.

Name's Bennett.
Nick Bennett. I own the team.

No one owns
the Derby Dolls, Nickie.

We're a cooperative.

That barely breaks even.

I built the track,
I manage the team, and I guess

'cause I don't have boobs,
that doesn't mean anything.

(snaps)
And don't forget it.

I'm sorry.
I didn't get your name.

Susan Carroll.

But everybody here
calls me Emily Kickinson.

(laughs)
That's like Emily Dickinson.

Right. Okay,
does anyone recognize

this woman here?
Yeah.

That's Pummel-ya Anderson.

(laughing):
Ah. These names are amusing.

I should give names
to my interns.

Peter Patella, Timothy Tibia.

Her real name's Melinda Perkins.

Something happen to her?

She was murdered

last night,
somewhere

in this facility.
Oh, God.

When's the last time
you saw Melinda?
Last night.

We had a match against
The Virginia Slims.
We all went out

for drinks afterwards,

but Melinda said that
she wasn't feeling too well.

Did she get injured?
No more than usual.

She was tough.
The woman took a punishment

for the past year
with no complaints.

That would explain the
injuries that appeared
to be domestic abuse.

Anyone here who'd
want to hurt Melinda?

No. This team's a family.

We're like sisters.

Did you hear from Ivanna today?

Oh, God. Uh...
Who's Ivanna?

Ivanna Kick Ass. She didn't show
up for practice today, either.

You guys got to see
if she's okay.

What the hell is going on
around here?

What the hell are you looking
at me for?
Okay, look,

I'm gonna need Ivanna's

home address
and her cell number.

And her real name...
Yeah.

if it isn't Ivanna Kick Ass.

HODGINS:
Hey, so, the particulates

I swabbed from the
skull injuries showed traces

of polyurethane
and sandarac resin.

Meaning?
Meaning, it's a wheel

from a roller skate
that picked up the resin

from the varnish on the track.

So we have cause of death.

She was beaten with a skate.

Yeah, well...

Can you match the varnish to
the track the Derby Dolls use?

Yeah, piece of cake...
which I wish I had

now to celebrate
your big day.

(sighs)
It's not necessary.

Hey, have you made
your pre-30 bucket list yet?

I didn't know
that was a thing.
Yeah.

Everybody knows
there are things you cannot do

after 30 without
being a real loser.

I doubt that.
Young at heart.

That's what my
grandpa used to say.

Look, can we just
focus on the case?

We-we have cause of death.

We just have to
tie it to someone.

Well, there have to be tons
of skates at the rink.

Your grandpa's wrong,
by the way, okay?

How about dating a crazy girl?

What?

Dating a girl that you know

is nuts, but you just
have to do it

anyway, even though you know
it's going to end badly.

Cheryl Cates.
Major loon. Phew.
Okay.

All right, um,
ironic facial hair.

Jazz dot in college.

I got one for you.

Posing naked
for a hot art student.

That is still
a big regret of mine.

Done it. Not a
student, though.

Really?

I don't want to talk
about this anymore.

Well... (sighs)

No.
Hey.

You brought it up, man.

Oh, no. No!

Oh, I cannot believe this!

Angela and I used to date.
You-you knew that.

Let-let's just say that my
bucket list is finished, okay?

End of discussion. I'm fine.
29 is great. No complaints.

Yeah, of course not,

because you posed naked
for my wife.

Oh, my God!
Look at this.
What?

I don't know.
I just said that.

Can we just forget
about this? Please?

It'll be my birthday present.

(sighs)
Fine.

Oh, sometimes
I hate being an adult.

(high-pitched whirring)

Hey. Are you busy?

Yes, very.

But you're not, like,
busy, busy, right?

Actually very
busy, busy.

I might have found toxins
in the victim.

Oh. So you're almost done.

What is it, Angela?

Booth.

Have you heard anything?
About what?

I feel like something's wrong.

Brennan was on the phone
with him,

and he was at the hospital.

And she won't
talk about it.

She wouldn't tell you?

I know, right?
I mean, she tells me everything.

I just thought, you know,

since you and Booth
were close, that...

No, he hasn't said anything
to me.

I mean, why the secrecy
if he's okay, right?

Oh, God, I hate it
when he gets all stoic.
Yeah.

But he has Dr. Brennan.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And-and I'm sure,

if they needed anything,
they would ask.

No, they wouldn't.

No, they would not.

(computer chirps)
Oh.

(trilling)
Wow. Hydrocodone.

Well, that makes sense.
Is she was being battered

at the rink,
she'd need a pain medication.

And did she also need
Ecstasy and marijuana

and methylphenidate?

Oh, not unless
she was a party animal.

BOOTH:
Looks like you got pretty banged
up there from your last match.

Is that why you,
uh, missed practice?

I had an exam to study for.

I'm going to night school
to become

a physical therapist. So,

what happened to Melinda?

I was hoping
you'd be able to tell me.

You two were pretty,
uh, competitive.

Yeah. So?
Because we're women,

you don't think we can handle
competition like men?

That's not what I meant.

You might think it's harder

for women to bond
in a team sport,

but actually,
we make men look pathetic.

I think you need
to take a breath.

Okay? Remember,
this is about

Melinda here.
That's what's important.

Sorry.

She was my friend.

The competition made each of us
better on the rink.

So, if she was your friend,
did she ever tell you

about anyone
who wanted to hurt her?

She never said anything, but...

she lived a pretty wild life.

Melinda--
she'd push it, you know?

I told her
she could get in trouble.

Yeah, drugs. We know.
And guys.

Melinda couldn't get enough
of them.

She told me
she took this one guy.

I told her it was crazy,
but she had sex with him

on the lawn in front
of her ex's house.

Hey, look, the husband says
that he was at the hospital.

The nurses station
have him checking out

after his rounds at 2:00 a.m.

Which is after
time of death.

He still has the
clearest motive.

It's got to be difficult
to deal with a woman

who has sex with another
man right in front of you.

He's got an alibi.

What about the other men
she was involved with?

The groupies?
There's no one has any names,

and there's no security cameras
to check.

The drug taking,
the public sex,

the putting herself in physical
danger out on the rink--

that's... that is
extreme behavior.

That could explain
her police record,

public intoxication,
disturbing the peace,

shoplifting.

Guys, how does any
of this help, okay?

She was killed at the rink,
beaten with a skate, all right.

The answer is in the rink.

So we go question everyone
at the rink,

get a search warrant.

We'd never be able
to get a warrant

to go through everybody's
personal effects.

They-they'd think
we were fishing.

There might be another way.

This is nuts.

No one asked you
to do this, Angie.

Brennan said
they were at a dead end

unless somebody
could get inside the rink.

You are an artist,
not a cop.

I know, but they need somebody
to go in there to ALS skates

and maybe find out
where the victim was killed.

I repeat. You are
an artist, not a cop!

Yeah, but
I can skate.
(sighs)

And they need somebody
to replace Melinda,

so I am going to try
out. It's perfect.

Yeah, it's perfect,
except for the part

when you get horribly disfigured
by the other skaters.

I want to help, and
this will get me out

from behind
the computer.

Okay. Okay, then,
we'll go bungee jumping.

Hey, you fell in love with
a wild woman, didn't you?

Yes, a beautiful
wild woman.

And that's how I will remain.

Because nobody screws
with Smackie Kennedy.

What do you think?
You look

amazing.

Thanks, babe.

(laughs)

(overlapping,
indistinct chatter)

(whistle blows)

BENNETT:
Ladies, welcome
to tryouts.

Due to an
unforeseeable event,

Derby Dolls have a slot
that needs to be filled.

Good luck to you all.

Let's do it.
Go, girl.
Do it!

(whistle blows)

WOMAN:
Good luck, girl!

(indistinct shouting)

WOMAN:
She's a sneaky one!

(indistinct shouting)

(laughing,
whistle blowing)

Five-two.

(whistle blows)

WOMAN:
Give her the elbow!

(groaning)

Oh!

WOMAN:
Oh! What?
(laughter)

(overlapping shouting)

WOMAN:
Oh, you gonna cry about it?

(indistinct shouting)

(indistinct shouting)

(grunting)

(indistinct shouting)

WOMAN:
Wind it up! Wind it up!

(panting)

(Montenegro whoops)

(indistinct shouting)

WOMAN:
Oh, come on!

(groans)

WOMAN:
Come on, get up!

Come on, girl!

(indistinct shouting)

(gasps)

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

Ooh. Blood tie-die.

(scoffs)

Not exactly peace
and love, is it?

Speaking of blood,
how did Angela do?

Oh, man, I-I...
I haven't heard anything,

so I'm assuming
that no news is good news.

The spatter on the chest
and the right shoulder?

These here
that look like comets?

Yeah, the length

and directionality
suggest a cast-off spray.

You think she was hacked
at before she died?

Our victim wasn't just beaten
to death; she was stabbed.

(water running)

Still here?

Everyone's gone.

Hey, you okay?

I know you can see me.

Your eyes
are open.

Corpses have their eyes open.

You should shower.

The heat will be good on any
of your strained muscles.

Thank you, but I'm just
going to stay right here

and die
of internal bleeding.

(laughs)

You did good out there.

(sighs)
Thanks.

You think good enough
to be on the team?

It's not just my
decision, but, yeah,

I'm guessing you're at
the top of the list.

Thanks.

Oh, great.

They all have blood.

(door opens)

Hey, Emily.

What's up with the eyewear?

Oh, these are
my shooting glasses

'cause I enjoy all types
of violence.

Don't leave your
valuables up in here.

Things tend to go missing.

Ivanna had a vintage cigarette
lighter that went missing.

I had a bracelet
that got snatched.
Wait, you mean

you have a petty thief
on the team?

I wish stealing
from the lockers was

the only thing we had to
worry about around here.

I only mention this

'cause I'm pretty sure

you're going to be on the team.

Oh, that's great.

Hey, do you want to get
a drink after this

to celebrate?

It'll be my treat.

You paying, I'm down.

All right.

Hurry up,
I'll wait outside.

Okay.

Booth heard from Angela.

Is she all right?
She says

she feels like she's been
in a rock fight,

but she's fine.

She also said there was
blood on all the skates.

Oh, that makes sense.

No hair or tissue either.

So the rock fight
was for nothing.

Mr. Bray says the remains
are fully cleaned.

Good, I'll take a look.

Dr. Brennan, I am
going to ask you

a personal question, which I
don't normally do, as you know.

Is something wrong
with Seeley?

Nothing is wrong with Booth.

I know he was
in the hospital.

Nothing is wrong with Booth.

I'm not allowed
to talk about it.

Those two statements
contradict each other.

And I know this is
none of my business.

It is none
of your business.

Everything's fine.

That's all Booth
will let me say about it.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go look

at Mr. Bray's bare bones.

Dr. Brennan, I've
begun profiling

the dismemberment
tool the killer used.

Well, typically handsaws
are one of two designs

based on function:
rip or crosscut.

This false start kerf on
the left distal ulna--

it's a perfect
70-degree angle.

Well, a ripsaw would be
90 degrees.

Take a look at the cross
section of the left femur.

The narrow lines
on the residual striae indicate

very fine teeth.

I estimate a 12-point count
based on the breakaway spurs.

Also, deep gullets to allow
for such a smooth cut.

What's your conclusion?

Wood saw-- high quality.

Nick Bennett, the manager
of the Derby Dolls,

said that he built
the wooden track himself.

Dr. Saroyan said that the
blood spatter evidence

indicated that there might be
a corresponding laceration

to the right acromion.

Sure enough, there is a
shallow, serrated abrasion.

Hemorrhagic staining
indicates

that this cut was
made perimortem.

This is good work.

EMILY:
So, I'm doing my

pretty girl skating, right?

All fluffy dress and,
and, and, and twirls.

Oh, twirls, I love twirls.

And I see this boy

that I like-- he is getting
smacked into the boards

over and over
by his friends.

Smacked into the boards.

I took 'em out.

Bang!

Took 'em out.

Bang!

I saved that boy.
And you know what?

He did not like that
because he was a boy.

That's correct.

All right, but I liked it a lot.

So, here I am,
doing Roller Derby.

Roller Derby is fun.
Mm-hmm.

What's your excuse?

Okay, I'm here.

You sure are.

Yay.

Ooh-ooh!

Okay, this is
my boyfriend.

(laughs)

And we, uh,
we sleep together

and everything,
don't we, honey?

Uh, right, yeah.

We do.

No, no.

He's a cop.

Oh, I know, I know.

Um, I actually found out
that you were down a girl

on your team
because of him.

That's why I tried out.

Oh, yeah.
He's a...

a very good-looking cop.
(chuckles)

He sure is.

Can you just give us
a weensy minute over here?

Weensy.

Weensy, weensy.

(laughs)
Let's go, honey.

Are you just pretending
to be drunk here or what?

Um, well...

Oh, no.

Okay, hey.

(clattering)

Okay.

Uh, I am
pretty drunk,

but I didn't call you
for a ride home.

Really bad with the
whole undercover thing,

you really are.

Really?
Yeah.

Because guess who found out

that Nick has been
ripping off the team

by skimming from the till,

and guess who accused him
to his face?

Melinda Perkins?
That's right,

so now you have
to arrest him.

Wait a second, I don't have
any grounds to arrest him.

Yeah, but I tricked him
into coming here

so you could arrest him.

Angela, I need
something here.

I can't just arrest
someone for...
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, he's here,
go get him.

You got to go get him, Booth.
Relax, you're a little loud.

Hey.

Looks like I got
here a little too late.
Right.

Remember me?
FBI.

Hey, do you think
maybe

we can kiss,
like, one more time?

You've had your fun.
I got to ask

you a few questions,
all right?
It was fun.

Get some coffee
for her over here.

I figured I'd ask.

Why would I kill Melinda?

She was one of our best players.

Fans came just to see her.

Right, yeah, I mean,
the receipts--

they show
that you were selling out.

I thought you said there was
no money in Roller Derby.

There isn't--
you should see my expenses.

What percentage of the gate
do you give to the girls?

20%.
20?

That's more than most managers;
you can check it out.

Oh, I'll check
it out, I will.

Your fans-- they
pay cash, right?

Makes it pretty easy for
you to skim off the top.

Look, I'm not denying money
went missing from the cash box,

but it wasn't me.

Truthfully,

I thought it was Melinda.

(scoffs)
Okay, accuse the victim.

That's really classy
of you, Nick.

See, that's why I didn't say
anything at first.

I knew what you'd think.

But you didn't confront her?

I was going to.

So the answer's no.

It's complicated, all right?

She was...

we were...

(sighs)
She was sort of wild and...

You were sleeping with her.

I'm not the most
attractive guy

in case you haven't noticed.

Time with someone like her--

you don't want
to jeopardize that

by accusing her of stealing.

You know she was seeing
other guys, right?

I'm not an idiot.

I just wanted to enjoy it
while I could.

Did she mention her ex-husband?

She wanted to go
to his place

so he could see us.

I didn't go that far.

So you never met him?

I saw him
a couple nights ago.

Melinda and I were
at a bar.

He came in,
wanted to talk.

She starts kissing me
to piss him off.

He tried to keep
his cool,

she tossed a drink
at him, he left.

I called it off after that.

And she shows up dead.

She shows up dead.

Here you go.
And I'm going to see you

in a little bit, right?
Okay, thanks.

Excuse me, uh,
Dr. Crawford?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Camille Saroyan.

I work at the
Medico-Legal Lab...

At the Jeffersonian.

I've heard a lot
about you.

From Seeley?

Um, no, from the news
about your work.

You're a very
impressive woman.

Oh, well, thank you, but I'm
actually here about Seeley.

Seeley Booth.

I was told that he's
been seeing you.

And I told him
this would happen,

but I'm sorry, I promised I
wouldn't discuss it with anyone.

We're old friends.

I know he can be
a little stoic

and way too private.

I promised him I would keep all
his dealings here confidential,

Dr. Saroyan.

It's not what I would recommend,

but I have
to respect his wishes.

Then, a few other questions
not about Seeley?

Of course.

Please sit down.

(clears throat)

Your specialty?

Neurofibromatosis-- NF.

That's a genetic condition
that can cause tumors to grow

anywhere there are
nerves in the body.

I'm surprised you know
about it, yes,

and it affects one
in every 3,000 children born.

I had no idea it
was that common.

NF is more common than muscular
dystrophy, cystic fibrosis,

and Huntington's disease
combined,

and the difficulty is that
each case of it is so unique.

I'm treating one child with
multiple tumors in his brain,

and another little girl
has an optic glioma

which is causing her blindness.

Can you tell me...
is it Christine?

Is his daughter ill?

You have to talk to Seeley.

I told him no one would
understand his secrecy,

and I hope you understand
it wouldn't be my choice.

Of course.

Thank you.

You can thank me by spreading
the word about NF,

perhaps even making a donation

to the Children's
Tumor Foundation.

They do really great work.

I will, and
thank you again.

I'm sorry
I couldn't help.

Oh, I understand.

Take care.
Thanks.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, did you find
anything yet?

Yeah, finally.
It's about time, right?

Is this about your
birthday again?

No, I-I've just been frustrated.

I mean, we have cause of death

but not enough evidence
to arrest anyone.

Isn't that enough?

Yeah, sure,
I just thought...

Look, you're clearly
dying to know

what's been bothering
me, so, fine.

My brother bet me that,
by the time I hit 29,

I'd still be a loser.

You're not a loser,
Wendell.

I know, I mean,
I'm working

with the best people
in their fields,

and they want me
to work with them.

Yeah. We do.

So then he's wrong.

I'm living the dream.

Then he should be happy for you.

Yeah, but... he's jealous.

H-He's always wanted me to fail,
so he wouldn't be the loser.

How much does he owe you?

200 bucks. But I-I can't
ask him for it.

I mean, he works
as a night watchman

and he barely scrapes by.
So after... years

of working
to prove him wrong,

(chuckles)
I can't get no satisfaction.

BRENNAN:
You found something,

Mr. Bray?

Yes. I did.
Yes, he did.

Because he is 29 years old, and
he is at the top of his game.

I'll let you two work.

Happy birthday, my friend.

I should explain.
If it's not
about the case,

I'm not interested.
(chuckles)
Right.

Look at the sternum.

I found faint postmortem
microfractures.

They're consistent with someone
receiving CPR after death.

So the killer attempted
to resuscitate the victim

after the initial attack.
That's what I thought.

But look at these postmortem
cuts to both femurs.

They're in line
with the femoral arteries.

So the killer
didn't show remorse.

He cut the femoral arteries
and then gave chest compressions

in order to drain
the victim's blood.

Yeah, to make sure
there would be no arterial spray

during dismemberment--
this would have to be someone

with a knowledge of anatomy.

The victim's husband
is a surgeon.

Good work, Mr. Bray.

Happy birthday.

Where's Dr. Sweets? I thought
I was meeting with him again.

Nope. Mm-mm.
You got me this time, pal.

Uh, is there a problem?

Yeah. There's a problem:
your whereabouts

on the night
that your wife was murdered.

I talked
to your night nurse.

She said that you were M.I.A.
between the hours

of 9:00 and 1:00 a.m.

(chuckling):
Oh. I wasn't M.I.A.

I'd just come
off a 12-hour shift.

I was... I was taking a nap.

Every doctor...

I would never hurt Melinda.
I loved her.

I'm sure you did, and it's got
to be a tough pill to swallow

when she doesn't love you back.

We were working through it.
Oh, right.

Her throwing a drink
on you in public?

Or-- this was
my favorite one of all--

her having sex with

other guys
on your front lawn?

That's working through it?

Melinda had problems.

I was... I was trying
to help her.

Right, but sometimes it's...

it doesn't work out, right?

Things happen, you snap.

No.
The way she was cut,

the way she bled--

that was definitely
the work of a doctor.

A doctor who has no alibi.

I did not kill Melinda.

Not on purpose.
But maybe... by accident?

Fueled with rage?

If you don't confess,

I'm not gonna be able
to help you.

I can't confess! I...

Look, you don't understand.

I want a lawyer.

(footsteps approaching)

Hey, what'd you find?

I found that you should ask
for that money

from your brother.

The Mass Spectrometer told you
to butt into my family business?

No. It's been on my mind,

and you definitely need
to collect

that 200 bucks.
Why?

Because you've earned it. Now,

I also found this on
the victim's shirt.

More blood?
Well, I treated
the shirt with fluorescein.

BRAY:
Whoa, it's flaring orange
like the blood,

but whatever is doing it
is invisible to the naked eye.

I'll give you a hint:
80% albumin,

the main constituent found
in plasma.

Oh, okay. Also,

sodium chloride.

Vitreous humor.

Eyeball fluid.

So she was stabbed in the eye?

Yes.
And...

then chopped up into bits.
Okay, yeah,

so what happened to her
was awful, but I think

the takeaway here is
my excellent forensic work.

(chuckles)
It's not like he's rich.

M-My brother.

Well, does he have
more money than you?

Yeah.

He probably doesn't even
remember the bet.

Yeah, but you did.
The reason why you did

is that he challenged
your abilities,

so... you proved him wrong.

That money is yours.

Are you right about this?

Yes. Both about the eye stabbing

and your brother.

Okay. I'll get the skull
so you can take a swab,

see if there are any remnants
of the weapon used

inside the orbital socket.

Already did it. Nickel,

copper and lint.

I-I have no idea.

It's a key.

She was stabbed
in the eye with a key.

Oh, you know, I really thought
it was gonna be the husband.

How do you know
it isn't?
Doesn't have any keys.

His house has got
a touchpad, right?

And both of his
cars are keyless.

And that-that keys
in the knuckle thing?

That is something
they teach women

as a self-defense technique.
Right.

You put the keys between
the knuckles and then strike.

BOOTH:
All right, easy.
Okay, thank you, ladies,

for coming down. I really

appreciate it. I know we
all want to find justice

for Melinda Perkins.
So if you can all do me

a favor and pass
down your keys--

your house keys, your car keys,
your locker keys.
This is crap.

Come on, girls.
Let's give him what he wants.

Unless one of you

here killed Melinda.
BOOTH: Great.

Let's pass 'em
down. Thank you.

Great. Thanks. Just place
'em on the bench here.

Anything?

This key is approximately
the right size.

And whose keys are those?
Uh, mine.

Negative.
Negative.
That proves

it wasn't me, right?
BRENNAN:
This is the only key

that could've done it.

Where's your car?

What? It...

It's not a car.

It's the team bus.

Team bus? Let's all go
to the team bus.

Whoa. Booth? Positive.

Positive.
You stabbed Melinda
in the eye

with that key.

Ivanna.
What?!
BRENNAN: As a physical

therapist, you knew how to cut
her body most effectively.

You caught her stealing,
didn't you?

(others muttering)

Anyone notice
that nothing's gone missing

from our lockers
since Melinda died?

And that all of a sudden our cut
of the take is bigger?

All right. You're
under arrest.

Anything you
say can and

will be used against you
in a court of law.

Okay, let's
go, derby girl.

(laughing)

Hey, 29 and a great
year to follow.

Cheers.
Thank you.
Cheers.

Mm. You're not drinking, Angela?
It's on me.

No, no. I'm-I'm taking
a little breather,

but happy birthday.

And we should be
paying for this.

No, no, no, no, no.
You guys are broke now.

It's on me.

I... came into a small windfall.

Good.

And I have a little
something for you.

I shouldn't be holding
onto this.

What is this?

Oh, man.
Wendell, this is not necessary.

(clears throat)
It's okay. It's okay.

It's fine.

(Bray chuckles)

(chuckling):
Hey!

MONTENEGRO:
What did you do?
Hey, the Pope

covered up the cherubs
at the Sistine Chapel

and that was Michelangelo.

Thanks, man.
You ruined that.

That was really beautiful.

I'm sure that it was.

Hey, happy birthday.

Thank you.

(carnival music playing,
indistinct chatter)

Oh, I just made it
through his legs.

(bell dings)

That was so much fun.

(horn tooting)

BOY:
Dad, look at me on the slide.

Come on.

BRENNAN:
Booth is a Catholic.

In most ways,
he is quite religious.

SAROYAN:
Okay... Why are we

spying on children
at a carnival?

Sick children.

Booth did all of that.

SAROYAN:
I don't understand.

I think maybe it's because
Parker is in England

or maybe because Christine
is so healthy, but...

Booth wanted to give

these children a carnival.

Why wouldn't he
want us to know

he's a great guy?

First Corinthians 13:4.

Which is?

"Charity suffers long,
and is kind;

"charity envies not;
charity brags not itself,

it is not puffed up."

Oh.
Booth takes that to mean

that real charity is anonymous.

He didn't... even want me
to know.

That little boy has an illness
called neurofibromatosis.

It's a...
I know what it is.
I was worried. I...

I thought maybe
Christine...

No. But she could.

It could happen to anyone.

NF has no treatment.

There's no cure. Not yet.

But Booth does
what he can.

Please don't tell Booth

that I showed you.

I just... I figured
you're the type of person

who would keep asking questions

until you found
out the truth.

So now you can stop.

Booth's a good man.
Mm-hmm.

Booth is a very good man.

What's that mean?

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