All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S08E20 - The Blood from the Stones (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[garbled radio transmissions,
camera clicking]

Hey, what do we got?

Based on the desiccated tissue,

I'd put time of death
at five to seven days.

Well, nobody saw the car
drive up or anyone leave.

That's why criminals
like a vacant lot, I guess.

Wow, oh!
That's a first.

Okay, Bones, isn't this
guy a little meaty for you?

Actually, the only tissue
on the body

is the flesh that you can see.

Sure excited, aren't you?

I have read about this,

but I have
never actually seen it.

The remains
decayed in two different ways

because the body
was exposed

to two different climates.What are you saying, like,

he was moved here from Florida?

She's referring
to microclimates.

It occurs when
there are two radically

different environments
in a surprisingly small area.

Well, there's rabbit
ears in the pockets.

Shirt ripped open.

Someone was looking
for something, that's for sure.

I'm guessing there's no I.D.?

All we found is what you see.

Huh. Cause of death?

Well, it's a little early,

but I'm not
going with natural causes.

[chuckles]:
Right, you got that right.

Well, of course she did.

The likelihood
of it being anything

other than murder
is remote.

Okay, what do we got here, huh?

Toolbox, aerosol cans-- oh-ho!

Ladies and gentlemen, jackpot.

SAROYAN:
Ah, sawed-off shotgun.

That's old school.

Old school's right.

Winchester Model 12.

Looks like the serial number
was filed off.

Hey, let's dust this
for prints, okay?

Got it.

BRENNAN: The victim was shot
at least twice,

not with a shotgun.

The bullet shattered
the fifth and sixth ribs

on the right side.

BOOTH: Oh, looks like
someone dug out the slugs here,

so we wouldn't be able
to I.D. them.

Well, I know it's early,
but I'm ruling out suicide.

Suicide would be impossible

due to the trajectory
of the bullet

through the costal cartilage.

You're right,
you're absolutely right.

I'm wrong.
Okay, let's go!

Let's get the climate guy
back to the Jeffersonian!

It was a joke, Bones.

Well, it wasn't
particularly funny.

We have Necrobia rufipes,
usually found in

cooler, dry climates,

and Cheese Skippers
in the chest cavity,

that are usually found
where it's hot and humid.

You've never seen them
living together before?

Never.

I mean, this is like Congress,
only functional.

Hello, Dr. Brennan,
Dr. Hodgins.

This is Andrew Jursic.

We are in the middle of
an examination, Dr. Saroyan.

Oh, this is going
well already.

Hey, I know you.

You're a documentarian, right?

Wars, killer animals.

Oh, man, you are fearless.

No, I just realized that
in a world without love,

pain and death

are a foregone
conclusion,

so why fear
what you can't control?

SAROYAN: Andrew's
been commissioned

to shoot a film to raise
funds for the Jeffersonian,

so we are to give him
access to everything we do.

As long as he's not in the way.

Trust me,
you won't even know I'm here.

What are you doing?

Oh, by, uh, wearing the camera,

I give the audience

an immersive experience.

The camera sees and feels
what I see and feel.

Amazing.

No, it's ridiculous.

Cameras are inanimate objects;
they have no feelings.

Well, this is gonna be
just great.

How about we continue
with the examination?

Yes.
[clears throat]

Dr. Jack Hodgins here.

About to analyze
insects and particulates

to help solve this mysterious
and puzzling crime.

And now Andrew can get
a good shot

of Dr. Brennan's
sidekick analyzing

the particulates wayover there.

Uh, I'm-I'm not a sidekick,
I'm king of the lab.

Of course you are.

Quit patronizing me.

I'm-I'm king of the lab.

You should know that it is
my job to direct the team

while solving a case.

I'm clearly the protagonist
in your film.

That's kind of my call.

The, uh, desiccated tissue

has totally distorted
the victim's features.

BRENNAN:
Removing it in

our normal manner
would slow down

making a facial
reconstruction.

[loudly]: Quickly identifying
the victim is one of the first

and most important things
that I do.

I will remove
this abdominal tissue

so you can get
to the bones.

Okay.

ANDREW:
Ah, revolting.

I love it.

ANDREW:
Drug mule.

I did a film on the
Colombian cartels.

Almost got beheaded.

SAROYAN: Drugs are
certainly motive for murder.

Oh, these aren't drugs.

Diamonds.

Nice plot twist.

Oh, boy.

His features
are too distorted

for me to get
an accurate sketch.

I'd have to fill in
too many variables

for it to be usable.

Well, I'm trying to fix that
for you right now.

This is diluted

maceration fluid.

Combined with radiant
heat, it just might

rehydrate and
soften his skin.

You really are one of them,
you know that?

"Them"?

The big brains who belong here.

[chuckles]

You just hide it.

And you dress a lot better.

I'm ready for my close-up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Brennan thinks this film
is all about her.

Ah.

The Jeffersonian board asked
for Dr. Edison.

Another scientist is
always a valuable addition.

And they thought
it would also

be a good idea for me to, uh,

temper Dr. Brennan's usual
abrasive manner.

Does Brennan
know about this?

Know about what?

Clark will be working
alongside Brennan for the film.

Uh-oh.
Yeah.

Dr. Hodgins, diamonds.

Yes, the diamonds are all

gem quality, valued at about

200 grand.

They were all
pried from settings,

rings, necklaces.

So, they were stolen.

Oh, my God!

[gasps]

Why is this
not being filmed?

Am I missing something?

Holy crap!

You might want to start
snapping photos now, Angela.

Who knows
where this is gonna go?

Oh, Seeley Booth.
Yeah?

The VIN number
and license plate

from the victim's
vehicle came back stolen.

That's okay.

We got a match on Angela's,
uh, facial reconstruction.

Quentin Coles?
Yep.

Oh, here we go.

Mr. Coles worked
as a security guard for

Oscar Schultz's
Diamond Wholesalers.

Right?

I guess we now know
where, uh, he got the diamonds

that he swallowed.

And he's got
a criminal record.
Right.

You'd think a diamond
merchant hires a security guard,

he does some
kind of background check.

Well, I'll tell you what,
maybe the diamond merchant

wanted a crooked security guard.

Birds of a feather...Flock together.

Okay, also, four of
Oscar's customers,

last year, accused
him of swapping out

their real diamonds
with glass

when they got
their rings cleaned.

Crooked security guard steals
already stolen diamonds--

what can Oscar do except
take care of it himself?

Exactly-- cheers to that.

What are you doing
drinking coffee

when you should be
questioning

Oscar Schultz for the possible
murder of Quentin Coles?

Sometimes you need a cup of
coffee to refresh yourself.

That's okay, you already
ruined my experience anyway.

Thanks.

Well, thanks
for the coffee.

Right, well, it's two
days old, by the way.

I love old things.

Ah, Dr. Brennan.Mr. Jursic.

Dr. Edison,

what are you
doing here?

Forensics is my domain,

historical anthropology
is yours.

True, but the board
wanted me to, um...

They wanted me
to back up your findings

and perhaps make them a bit
more presentable for the film.

I am capable of that.

Look, people are gonna want
to give the kid money.

You, I'm not so sure.What are you...?

Why do you have a
camera on your head?

Well, as the protagonist,
it makes sense

that you'd want shots
from my point of view.

Dr. Edison, please try
to provide information

that would give a donor
the confidence to donate.

Uh, you see, Hodgins
just returned

the rib shards
from being swabbed,

so I haven't yet had a
chance to assemble them.

There's absolutely
no useful information

in what you just told me.

[chuckles]

Such a unique
sense of humor.

But... the victim

had extensive remodeled,
antemortem breaks.

Note...

the blowout fracture
to the ocular orbit.

Congruent with a punch.

This wound to the sternum
could have come from a blade.

Remodeling shows
that all of these injuries

occurred between
two and five years ago.

They have no bearing on
our immediate investigation.

Based on striations,

this injury to the ulna
deserves our attention.

The bullet wound.

Those who live by the sword

get shot by those who don't.

Good one.

Huh? Like it?

Just off the top of my head.

That's not even
the saying.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab
for particulates.

Kid, you are
a natural.

[laughs]:
Ah... thanks, man.

I got more.

MAN: Beautiful diamond
for a beautiful lady?

No wedding
band-- I assume

this is for an engagement.

Bones.Uh, yes?

Are you here to buy me
an engagement ring?

[chuckles]:
Uh, no.

My, my...

Boyfriend.

Boyfr-- boyfriend?

No, that seems weird to call the
father of my child "boyfriend."

Fiancé?

Bones?
Yes?

Yes, am I your fiancé?

No.

Uh, we have a deal that he'll
never ask me to marry him.

Uh-huh.

When the time comes
to marry,

which I do not foresee,

he believes
that I will ask him.

Then keep these beauties
in mind, darling.

N-No, w-we're,

we're not here for that.

These are VS1, conflict-free
diamonds from Canada.

Let's get on with the show.Oh.

Look how shiny that badge is.

Yeah, that's really shiny.
So you're Oscar Schultz?

Uh, yes, how can I help you?I'm FBI Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

This here is
my partner...

And girlfriend.

...Dr. Temperance Brennan.

So, you know this man?

I, uh, oh.

[sighs]
His name is Quentin Coles.

That's all I'm gonna
tell you about him.

Why?Don't you people have

some kind of-- I don't know--
maybe some kind of alert?

Did Quentin Coles work here?

Sort of.

Sort of for how
long, sort of?

Uh, I am really
not supposed to...

These look
familiar to you?

Damn, I never thought
I'd see them again.

They're yours?

Yes, but when Coles
took them, I...

No, I shouldn't

be saying anything.

Because you're hiding
something.

I think so.

You think so?

Uh, I have to call the police.

You have to check
a card to call 911?

Excuse me, let me see that.

I'll make that phone call
for you, huh,

see what's really
going on here.

Detective Dinco?
Joe Dinco.

D.C. Metro.

Yeah, Joe.

It's Booth.
Yeah, well,

I'm here with a friend
of yours, Oscar Schultz.

Seems like
the two of you have

something in common.

Right.

Meet me in my office
in a half an hour.

I don't understand.

Victim was an
undercover cop.

What happened
to his face?

Well, his body was
in a hot car for several days

before he was found.

Commander Dinco,
just to be clear,

you are identifying
the man in these photos

as Quentin Coles, correct?

His real name

is Detective
Reuben Martin.

Coles was his
undercover identity

we set up for
him at Metro.

I'm sorry, Joe;
I know how tough this is

to lose one of your own.

Yeah. Thanks.

You know, I wondered
why I hadn't

heard from him in a while.

What was Reuben working on?He was closing in

on a two-man crew that's been

hitting ATMs
throughout the city.

So far, they've made off with

about a million and a half.

Okay, look,
why are you

and the U.S. Attorney
interested?

I thought you were
handing this over to me.

This is a local D.C. matter.

The vacant lot where
the detective was found

was federal land that Senator
Brazina is trying to develop.

An unsolved murder on
that property makes that

more difficult,
so I got my marching orders.

You understand, cherie.

Agent Booth, you know me.
I run a good division.

I'll find who did this.We just want to help.

Okay? When an officer goes down,
all of us are affected here.

It's no reflection on you, Joe.

Yeah.

Reuben was a good man.
In eight years,

he never banged in sick,
he never dogged it.

And you think these
cash machine clowns were

the ones who
killed him?He was getting close.

That's why he was working
at the jewelry store.

They were buying diamonds
to wash the cash.

Exactly.

ATM cash is traceable.

When'd you lose track of him?

[sighs]
Six days ago.

Did Reuben have any family?

Just his wife Lauren.

Oh, God.

I got to call.I'll take care of that.

Don't worry about it.
And we have a shrink here

who handles that kind of stuff.

Joe, we also found, uh,
diamonds in Reuben's stomach.

What?Yeah, we're thinking

he lifted the stones
from the store.

No, not Reuben.Wouldn't be

the first time a cop got tempted

to treat himself
after looking at his paycheck.

Reuben was clean.

Now, look, I'll work with you,
but you better watch yourselves.

Reuben was my friend.

I understand that,
but we have to ask.

You would do
the same thing, Joe.

Okay, this time, try to be a
little less stiff, Dr. Brennan.

Excuse me?

You know, more, uh,
more casual and, uh, likable.

Like, uh, Edison there.

Let me take
this, Tempe.

As you can see,
the directionality

of the bone splintering

on the ribs suggests
that he was shot twice

in his torso and
once on the ulna.

Yes, yes, and...
all on the right side.

The shot to the ulna appears
to have been a glancing blow,

and the size of
the wounds indicate...

This is absurd.
Indicates that

the shot to the ribs

was made by a
large-caliber bullet.

And the wound
to the ulna was

from a smaller
caliber bullet.

BOTH: The victim was shot
with two different guns.

Okay, now, that
was genius.

I actually am a genius.

[quietly]:
Oh, wow.

The swabs from
the glancing blow to-- oh.

[chuckles]:
Hello.

The swabs from the glancing blow
to the ulna contain

concrete aggregate,
traces of dried algae

and peregrine falcon feces.

So the wound

to the ulna was the result
of a ricochet

off of a concrete structure.

The bullet transferred

the material
from the object it struck...

to the victim's ulna.

Yes. Yes.

[quietly]:
Uh, can I get a camera, too?

Dr. Hodgins, solving a murder
is more important than a camera.

And you'll look
better on camera

without that thing
on your head.

Right.

[clears throat]

The algae is Enteromorpha,

which is found
in shallow water.

And peregrine falcons
are quite rare,

so that must be a clue.

Solving the case
is ourbusiness, Mr. Jursic.

Uh, no, he's-he's
actually, uh, correct.

They're not on the endangered
species list anymore,

but they are
still being tracked.

I did a little film for Nat Geo

called Birds,
Our Flighty Friends.

[chuckles]

The only local pair
of peregrine falcons

are nesting here

underneath
the Benjamin Banneker, um,

M-Memorial Bridge in...
in Washington, D.C.

Smile, sweetheart--

this is goodnews.

I'll tell Booth.

I'm not
a sweetheart.

SWEETS:
We're very sorry

for your loss,
Mrs. Martin.

We're gonna find out
who's responsible

for your husband's death.

It's Dinco.

Uh, why do you say that?

Dinco kept
promising

that the next case
would be his last.

Always lured Reuben,
saying that

there would be
a raise in it for him.

The only person who ever
got a raise was Dinco,

because of the work
that Reuben did.

Well, the-the politics
of undercover work

can be very complicated.

We just wanted a vacation.

Florida.
[sniffles]

Nothing big.

You know, South Beach
for a couple weeks.

But... even if we had the money,

he couldn't take the time
when he was working cases.

[crying]:
And now...

I'm sorry.

He deserved
a good life.

We both did.

We had all these plans
when we got married.

Now they're all gone.

I'm sorry. Here.

Did, uh, Reuben discuss
his last case with you?

Reuben never talked
to me about his cases.

'Cause he didn't
want me to worry.

I don't care
what anybody says.

I don't care
who pulled the trigger.

Reuben is dead because of Dinco.

Oh...

It's okay.
It's gonna be all right, okay?

[sobbing]

Oh, there you are.

I brought you the files

for the last two cases
Reuben Martin worked.

Shouldn't these
go to Booth?

Booth has them.

But they also show
where Martin lived then,

and I thought they might give
you some environmental hooey

that might show up
in his hair or teeth

or whatever it is you people
look for in your crystal...

...balls.

That's Andrew Jursic.

He's doing a
fund-raising film

for the Jeffersonian.

Huh?

H-His name. Andrew?

[softly]:
Andrew.

Name's Jursic.

Andrew Jursic.

Caroline, cherie.

My name is Caroline.

Of course it is.

"Caroline" means
"song of happiness."

Mm.

Ms. Julian is the U.S. Attorney
assigned to this case.

You have a camera on your head.

I know.

But it keeps my hands free.

That could come in handy.

J'espere.

Pale Creole, cherie?

Suffie'.

You speak Creole?

Enough to get into trouble.

I spent some time in New Orleans
after the hurricane.

SAROYAN:
Okay, well,

this has been fun,
but Ms. Julian and I

have things to discuss, so...

Of course.

J'espere a plut tar,Caroline.

J'espere.

Carol...

[garbled radio transmissions]

You know, Bones, there's a lot
of concrete pillars around here

with missing chunks.

It's gonna be hard to find
where the bullet actually hit.

Well, we might
find blood traces

indicating where he
was shot. [sniffs]

What are you doing?

You smell like perfume.

Oh. The victim's wife--
she had a breakdown.

Oh.
Her husband died

in the line of duty, I wanted

to make sure that she knew
that somebody cared,

so I gave her
a shoulder to cry on.

Oh, wait, we're at work.
You can't do that.I don't care.

I love you. Whoa, don't step
in the bird feces.

Bird feces?
Oh, thanks.

Falcons must have
a nest nearby.

That would be where
the ricochet marks will be.

MAN: Agent Booth!Yeah?

Over here.

BOOTH: What is it?It looks like a bullet hit.

Definitely looks
like a bullet hit.

[birds squawking]

BRENNAN:
Whoa.

BOOTH: Whoa what?Falcons.

They wouldn't be down here

unless they were
guarding something.

BOOTH:
What is it?

Oh... well, it looks like

someone was in a hurry to leave
and they forgot this.

[groans]

That's a dead foot.

The shoe protected the tissue
from decomposition.

And based on the distal fibula
and the histological analysis

of the osteons,

the foot belongs to
a Caucasian female

in her early 20s.No record

of anyone showing up
at a hospital

missing a foot
in the last week.

Level of decay places

time of dismemberment
at six days.

Which is approximately the same
time Reuben was shot and killed.

You should look at the
camera when you are talking.

I'm sorry, I thought
that was Andrew's job.

But Andrew's not here, and this
is a crucial part of the case.

You want the Jeffersonian to
get their funds, don't you?

Of course.

Okay.

[clears throat]

There appears to be
foreign bodies

in the flesh and bone.

Buckshot--
double- or triple-ought.

The foot was blown
off by a shotgun.

My guess,

the shotgun Booth found
in Reuben's SUV.

We don't guess;
we're scientists.

Of course not.

But the particulates embedded
in Reuben's arm

place him at the bridge,
so by...

logical extension,
I posit Reuben's involvement

in this dismemberment.

That is better.

[camera beeps]

Do you think Dr. Edison
is more likable than I am?

[sighs]:
Oh.

Likability is so...

subjective.

Not always.

Pol Pot couldn't have
been likable.

Maybe at parties.

Dr. Brennan,

you are without question
the most brilliant

forensic anthropologist
in the country.

And I like you very, very much.

Well, that settles it.

[camera beeps]Based on what I'm seeing,

losing her foot

wouldn't have
killed this woman.

So she's probably still
out there somewhere.

Yes. Limping.

MONTENEGRO:
I pulled video footage

from all the ATMs
the crew robbed.

Their faces were
never on camera,

and they were usually in
and out within two minutes.

Smart.

I hate smart criminals.I haven't even

gotten to the smart part yet.
They used

a remote hack to get the
ATMs' I.P. addresses,

uploaded a program that
commanded the ATMs

to spit out
all their cash

when a coded card was inserted.

They're dancing!
Look at 'em!

Gonna be tough to dance
on one foot now.

I was able to trace
the ATMs' root code

to a rental house that uses
the Carlisle University server.

The tenants of the rental house

are...

College kids.

Paula Byrne and
Marcos Herrera.

Cyber criminology majors
at Carlisle University,

College Park.

Good work, Angela.

I'll get a warrant.

[gasps]

Andrew.

Uh, an "excuse me"
would be nice.

Sure. Excuse me.

Okay.

What's this about?

I'm just... obtaining
some transitional footage

of people while they work.

[sighs]

I-I need some
personal advice.

"A," I don't do that,
and "B,"

I especially don't do it
on Candid Camera.

Oh, yeah, right.

Uh... it's about Caroline.

Oh, God.

I just want to know
if she's married

or if she has
a boyfriend.

[sighs]

Caroline is
currently unattached.

She's divorced.

I hope it was
ugly and painful

and that she's had
no second thoughts.

Yeah, I-I thought you didn't
believe in love.

Aw, me, too.

But maybe you could
offer some small details

of her personal life.

Oh, God, seriously?I just need

some insight into
who she really is.

She...

recently got a...

furry cover

for her steering wheel.

God, I have furry dice!

This is kismet!

Thank you so much, Dr. Saroyan.

[grunts]
God bless.

[quietly]:Yeah!

BRENNAN:
The university said

that Paula and Marcos
registered to this house.

Cam says this filmmaker guy
has this thing for Caroline.

Wha-- A thing?
What kind of a thing?

He likes her.

Ooh, well, we should
warn Caroline.

Whoa, why? No.
He's not a bad guy.

You know, Caroline, she's
been alone for a long time.

[doorbell rings]Let Cupid do its thing.

[knocking]FBI. Open up.

Whoa. [sniffs] Booth?Yeah?

I smell putrefaction.

There could be
a corpse in there.

FBI.

Okay, just...

stay behind me, you understand?

[Booth exhales]

[whispers]:
It is a bad smell.

[door creaking]

That's Paula Byrne.

[coughs]

[groans]

[coughing]The end of her leg

is gangrened.

Someone improvised
a tourniquet

and cauterized her arteries

with a lighter
and a coat hanger.

Hey, where's your roommate?
Where's Marcos?

She needs an ambulance.

I'll call it in.Paula?

Paula, can you hear me?

[groaning]

Yeah, it's Booth.

[groaning]

Hold on, hold on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, I said!
Hold on!

Where's your roommate?
Where's Marcos?

She needs pain meds.

Not yet.Booth, she needs

medication-- she's clearly
not doing well, Booth.

In better shape
than Reuben Martin, huh?

You want those meds?
You want those meds?

Tell me where your
roommate is-- Marcos.

I don't know!
What happened
at the bridge?

God, give me something
for the pain!

That is enough, sir!I said no!
She shot a cop, all right?

You don't have her until I'm
done, you understand? Now, talk!

We wanted to exchange
our cash for diamonds,

and the fence
showed up with diamonds...

God!Booth!

Not until she's finished,
you understand? What happened?

He pulled out a shotgun and...

took our money, and Marcos
freaked out and shot,

and the guy

shot back blew my foot off!

Yeah, you shot, too.

I didn't shoot anybody.

The guy was a cop-- he
was murdered in his car.

Did Marcos do it?

PAULA:
Marcos was with me,

stopping the bleeding.

[sobbing]:
My foot!

Please.Paula, where's Marcos?

Where? Where?

Paula? Paula!

[groans]She's all yours.

I need that
hyrdromorphone.Standing by.

Okay, come on,

let's get her
out of here.

Go ahead, move it!All right.

DINCO: So, I, uh, I heard
you got a little rough

with our one-
footed suspect.

I just asked her
a few questions

before they drove her off
in an ambulance.

Hey, don't get me wrong;
I'm on your side.

So, what did she say?

She said that Reuben was dirty,
that he ripped them off,

that's why
the shooting started.

He also blew her foot off
with a shotgun.

I don't believe it.

Kid was delirious, right?

Diamonds in the stomach,
cash gone missing--

doesn't sound
too farfetched to me, Joe.

Wait a second, I thought
you were on our side.

Oh, I'll do anything to help out
a fellow cop, except...

if they're trying
to break the law.

I don't like the way
you're looking at me, Booth.

There's something
I'm not getting here, Joe.

Someone who's
in charge

of all these officers,
and yet...

you really don't know
what's going on?

So this is what it means
by "FBI cooperation"? Okay.

Think what you want.

I have all my men
looking for the roommate.

So do I.

So when we bring him in,
that's when we'll find out

what happened to Reuben.

Thanks for your time.

Yeah.

CAROLINE: You could've just
sent the results

to my office, cherie.

Andrew thought
it'd be good for the film

to show how the Jeffersonian

and the federal prosecutor's
office work together.

Oh, did he?

I know how to please
an audience.

You realize

you're just filming me?

Just trying to keep
my camera happy.

[giggles]

Okay, then.

Do you see these molds?

By examining

the general rifling
characteristics,

the number and
measurements of...

the land and
groove striations,

and...

the direction
of the twists

on the cast... [sighs]

the shots to the ribs were
made by a .38 caliber bullet,

fired from a weapon
issued by the D.C. police.

Commander Dinco,
be still my heart.

Ooh, no need for that.

Ooh, I'm glad he's gone.

BRENNAN:
Reuben was shot at close range.

No struggle.

Evidence suggests
that the killer

was sitting right
next to him.

Someone he trusted,
someone he worked with.

Someone who had a .38 issued
by the police department.

[groans]
I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

That it looks like it could be
a fellow police officer.

That must be very painful
for you; the betrayal.

Yeah. It happens,
you know?

[phone ringing]Booth.

DISPATCHER:
This is Kendell, sir.

We got a hit on the APB for the
second suspect, Marcos Herrera.

His car was spotted
pulling into a parking garage

at Wheaton Plaza on level three.

'91 Volkswagen Jetta,
license plate: R-5-6-9-J-Q.

We're ten minutes away.Anyone else know?

Commander Dinco was notified,
too. He was on the list.

Dinco. Okay, we're on our way.

Hold on, Bones.

[siren wailing,
tires screeching]

[tires screech]

BOOTH:
Yep.

That's got to be Marcos's car.

Yeah.

Well, he could
be here anywhere.

Dinco, too.

Man, what's up?!

What's your problem, man?!

Oh. Over here.DINCO: Not a word, you hear me?

MARCOS:Stop! Cop!
Hey!

Whoa!

MARCOS:
Stop!

[grunts]

You like
killing cops?!

Keep your mouth shut!

Shut up!
Not a word, you hear me?

Don't say...BOOTH: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's going on, Joe?

You... you
broke his nose!

Wait, you... you
got the wrong idea.

Do I?
[panting]:
Yeah.

BOOTH: You were telling him
to keep his mouth shut.

[scoffs quietly]

I'm a cop-- I know all about
using an uncomfortable silence

to make a suspect talk.

Then why'd you talk first?

This is gonna be
a walk in the park.

I'm going to leave now.

No, you're in custody.

Don't make me arrest
a fellow cop.Arrest?

I have a statement here,

signed by Special Agent Booth,

saying that he observed you
using excessive force

on a suspect.

I was apprehending
the suspect, that's all.

That's not what I saw.

What did you see?

I saw a cop beating
the hell out of someone

he wanted to keep quiet,
that's what I saw.

He killed Reuben;
that's why I did it.

Same reason
you went after that girl.

I stopped.
You think I was
gonna kill that kid?

I do. He's the one
trying to keep an open mind.

If I wanted to kill him,
he'd be dead.

Reuben's got what,
over $200,000 worth

of diamonds in
his stomach?

So now I'm thinking
you knew something,

but you didn't
say anything.

So I got to ask myself why.

I don't. 'Cause I already
made up my mind.

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

BRENNAN:
Dr. Saroyan said that

you found something.Yes. Now, look,

I double-checked everything,
but the one thing I did notice

is the area on the rib fragments
around the entry wounds

is a bit discolored.

You see this small pockmarking

on the bones?Yes.

It's stippling.

Unburned gunpowder

seared into the bone.

Very good, Dr. Edison.

Where is Mr. Jursic?

This is a crucial
moment in the case.

I believe he's at the florist.

I must admit, I feel more
comfortable without him here.

Me, too.

I thought you enjoyed
the limelight, Dr. Edison.

I was wrong.

I like the pure science,
no distractions.

As do I.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Have Dr. Hodgins
analyze the stippling.

Right away.

I did not flee.
All right?

He identified himself as police,
and I put my hands up.

So he pushed you
in that stairwell?
Yes.

And he beat you up
for no reason?
That's correct.

You know how
many stairwells

we have in this building?

I'm not here.
I'm somewhere else,

not hearing or
seeing any of this.

Here's an added bonus--

you know, our stairwells
are soundproof.

You could break your neck
trying to run away from me.

I'm not trying to run away.

Not yet; but you're
gonna want to answer

my questions very carefully.

Where's the money?

What mon...

If you say "what money,"
I'll drag you

to the nearest stairwell.

I'm in a totally
different place.

A man with a shotgun
took all the money.

A man with a
shotgun. Right.

This man?

Yes.

He was police?

You think I killed
a police officer?

The thing about
police getting killed,

we don't stop until
we find the killer.

I didn't kill him.
We didn't know he was a cop.

He was... he was a fence.
He took all our money

and blew off
my girlfriend's foot.

Where'd you get the cash?

Look, I don't want

to admit anything
that I shouldn't.

Listen to me very carefully.

The next thing you admit to
is the difference

between life in prison
with no chance of parole...

or 20 years.

20 years is a long time,
but it's not life.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Yeah. Okay.

So... what's it gonna be?

We stole the money from ATMs.

We were gonna get
the diamonds from him,

smuggle them back to Colombia,

That'show you were going

to launder the stolen money?

We're thieves...

not killers.

Especially not cop killers, man.

[sighs]

So, these are the results of
the materials in the stippling.

Gunpowder,
as expected.

But it also contained
leather particulates

and a tiny bit

of aerosolized alcohol
that was mixed with jasmine.

Perfect.

Why?

Please do not insert yourself

into the film, Mr. Jursic.

Go on, Dr. Hodgins.

Right. Uh, so,
the victim's clothing

was made of cotton,
and his belt, shoes

and the interior of the vehicle,
they were all synthetic.

You've been
following this case.

I'm sure you're on
the edge of your seat

wondering where that leather
and alcohol came from.

Yes, I am.

Good. Then that will make

for an excellent film.

So, we recovered
the gun andthe money

from the safe in your home.

The gun matches the one
that was used to kill

your husband, and
the serial numbers on the money

matches the stolen cash
from the ATMs.

I never even knew
we had a safe.

Reuben must have

kept it a secret.Secret.

Okay, so you're saying
that your husband returned

the gun to your "secret safe"

after it was used to murder him;
is that what you're saying?

I'm saying
I-I don't know anything.

I'm gonna enjoy

prosecuting this one.

Killing a police officer, honey,
that's the death penalty.

First you'll have
to prove I did it

to a judge and jury.We got proof.

We got proof that you fired that
gun inside your leather purse.

We also know
that the bullet

broke your bottle
of Aqua Nobile perfume

in your purse.Even that fine scent

can't hide your real smell.

One woman's opinion.Not only did you

kill a cop,
but you killed a good man.

You threatened
to leave him if he didn't

quit his job
as an undercover cop.

He stole those diamonds for her?

He loved her, right?

He gave up his whole career

for her, right?

But she still killed him.

No accounting for love.

Admit it! He gave you
what you wanted.

You didn't want it anymore.I wanted it!

I just didn't want Reuben.

[laughs]

Ah, I like a woman
with an appetite.

I like a man who knows
how to slake a thirst.

Mm.

Can we drop all the
'40s lingo, cherie?

Yes, of course.

I mean, all the suggestive
stuff is fun, but...

It did its job,
and now here we are

in your favorite restaurant?

Who told you that? Hodgins?

It was Hodgins.

Just because I eat
lunch here every day

does not mean
it's my favorite restaurant.

Well, that's good to hear,

because I know
some great places.
Mm.

Ethiopian, Cajun, of course.

We could go now.

Monsieur, I already filled up
on French fries

and mushroom caps,
but maybe

a nightcap somewhere else?

Ah.

I love a woman who knows
how her evening's going to end.

♪ You can call me,
I'll come running ♪

♪ No matter where I am

♪ Hey, you can count on me

♪ To call me, yes, you can

BRENNAN:
Well, as the protagonist,

it makes sense
that you would want shots

from my point of view.

Dr. Edison,

please provide information
that would give

a donor the confidence
to donate.

EDISON: Hodgins just
brought back the rib shards.

I haven't yet had a chance
to assemble them.

There's absolutely
no useful information

in what you just told me.

[laughs]

Such a unique sense of humor.

The victim...

footage from
the fundraising documentary.

Mr. Jursic refers to me
as "stern and imperious."

Come on, Bones.

The guy is a
clown, all right?

Don't listen
to that guy.

Come on, we have
7:30 dinner reservations.

But he's right, Booth.

I-I look like

a really, really mean lady.No!

You're just really,
really focused there.

And rude.
If Clark wasn't in this,

the Jeffersonian wouldn't
raise a dime.

[sighs]

Am I always like this?No, you know,

this was just a very
particularly stressful case.

For you, because it was
a cop murder, not for me.

You know what, Bones, I think
when I'm upset, you're upset

because you're sympathetic.

Well, that would be empathetic.

The point is...

you're not always,
like, this mean person.

Because if I were, you'd
leave me for a nice person.

I'm not gonna leave you
for a nice person,

because you are a nice person.

Not like that, you
know, mean person.

Let's shut
that for now.

That's funny, because
we are the same person.

Perhaps it's my sense of humor
that's kept us together.

Got to be your
sense of humor.

Well, it doesn't
have to be, Booth.

Absolutes are not...

Mm.

Are you just trying
to keep me quiet?

Yeah, come on, they're gonna
sit us by the kitchen.

In a minute.

Bones...
Okay, we...

really got to go or
we're gonna be late.

We got 7:30 dinner
reservations.

Well, I was enjoying myself.

All right, well,
I'll tell you what.

You can kiss me
at the red lights.

Come on.Okay, okay.

I haven't eaten
since breakfast.

All right,
I said okay.

Let me get my bag.Let's go, get your bag.

All right, now you're
a nice person, very nice.

I said okay.Why are you so mean?

What's that mean?