All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S08E22 - The Party in the Pants (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

WOMAN: To the left. Great.
Stop there, drop the boom!

Drop the boom.I don't know
what I'm doing!

Great. A little
higher on the boom.

I really shouldn't be
doing this, Aunt Alice.

I... I don't have
a driver's license.

If you're staying with me,
you're gonna earn your keep.

Now use the lever on the right

to lift your load, now.

Um...

That's not...

Dale! To the right!

DALE:
I'm trying!

ALICE:
That's it.

Pick it up,
pick it up.

[squishing]

Oh, geez.

What the hell
are you doing, Dale?Whoa.

I don't know.

ALICE:
To the right!

Oh, my God.
Okay, no, I can't...

I can't do this, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!
ALICE:
Where are you going?

Dale!

[grunts]

You are in big trouble!

Get this thing off of me, Dale!

[groans]

Get this thing off of me now!

What the hell is it?

Oh, my God!

Geez!

MAN:
Oh, my God!

BOOTH: Look, just seal off
the construction site.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

I just got to go
to the Jeffersonian,

I got to pick up Bones.

Okay.
Sorry, ma'am.

You must be in the wrong office.

Do we have an appointment
or something?

Dr. Sweets told me
to wait for you here.

Mom.

I wasn't sure
you would remember me.

What's it been? 25 years?

Wow.

This is unbelievable.

I know.

And it's been 24 years, Mom,
not 25.

[both chuckle]

You always looked
on the bright side.

I... I...

I guess I should start
by apologizing.

No.

You don't need to apologize.

I know what you went through.

I'm just happy to see you.

But I should have tried
to get in touch with you.

It was just that
so many years passed,

and your grandfather
was your parent, and I...

I just thought
you probably hated me.

I didn't hate you, Mom.

I missed you.

[sighs]:
Oh, baby.

You know,
I read about

one of your arrests
in the paper.

And I said
I always knew

that you would grow up
to be somebody special.

You... hey, you are
a grandmother, twice over.

I'm a grandmother?
Mm-hmm.

I'm too young to
be a grandmother.

[both laugh]

[phone ringing]Oh...

Ah, I'm sorry, Mom.

I... I got this case
I got to get to.

Okay. Don't worry about it.

I'll, uh, give you

the phone number of my hotel,
and then...

No, no, no, no, no, Mom.

Mom, you're not
staying at a hotel.

You're gonna stay
at our house, okay?

Here is the address,

all right?

I'm not gonna let
you go this time.

Okay.

Mom.

[sighs]

I'll see you
later, Mom.

[sirens wailing,
people chattering]

BRENNAN: And you're really happy
to see her?

BOOTH:
Of course I'm happy to see her.

She's my mother.She abandoned you, Booth.

All right, now you
sound like Sweets.

Oh! Okay, what rock did
this guy crawl out from under?

That would be
a lot funnier

if this wasn't
an actual human being.

The victim was dropped
from an excavator,

and the remaining load fell
and crushed his skull.

BRENNAN:
Booth is in a good mood

because his mother
finally returned

after abandoning
him 25 years ago.

24 years.
And don't say it like that.

Well, that's got to
be... complicated.

It's not. It's great, actually.

So keep your poking around
to the remains there, huh?

BRENNAN:
This section of the skull

indicates male.

The parabolic dimensions of

the dental arch
indicate Caucasian.

HODGINS: Uniform is made
of polybenzimidazole.

Think our victim was
a firefighter.

Okay, now I'm mad.

Skull fragments show signs of
heavy rodent predation.

SAROYAN: And based on flesh tone
and ambient temperature,

I'd say he's been dead
about four days.

Which lines up
when this building came down.

Could be a fire inspector going
through a last walk-through.

I'll check with the local fire
stations and make sure that

no one's missing.Actually, I'm not

so sure our victim was
a firefighter after all.

You know what? I'm no squint,
but I'm pretty sure

the uniform's
a giveaway here.Yeah,

Velcro pants
and a thong.

BOOTH:
Oh.

Either, uh, rats ate
the rest of his underwear,

or I'd say our victim
was a stripper.

BOOTH:
Bones,

let's not tell my mom

about this one, okay?

Why?

Really?

I'm gonna be pasting this guy
together for days.

His skull didn't
stand a chance

against a block
of concrete.

How bad is your luck

to have the same building
fall on you twice?

Our job is not to speculate

on the level of
this man's misfortune.

Our job is to determine
his identity.

Which isn't gonna be easy,
since it looks like he stepped

on a land mine with his face.

Based on the epiphysial union
of the sternal clavicle,

the victim was
in his mid-20s.

Which is consistent with
his being an exotic dancer,

as a high percentage

of men go into
the profession

as a means to
pay for college.

There's a fact

I didn't expect from you.

I wrote an anthropology paper
on stripping in grad school.

People who disrobe for
the pleasure of others

are fascinating.

Yeah, that's kind of
the whole point.

While women
have stripped

for millennia,
it wasn't until the 1970s

that women felt empowered enough
to publicly enjoy

men stripping for them.

When did empowerment become

stuffing dollar bills
down a man's pants?

The 1970s.

I already said that.

You should pay closer attention.

Okay, but what was

a stripper doing
in a condemned building?

The lack of plaster and dust
in the posterior pharynx

suggests he was dead
before the building came down.

Okay, so someone dragged
our victim's dead body

into a building, knowing that
it was going to be demolished.

Nice way to get
rid of a body.

BRAY:
Look at this.

A calf implant.

Well, as a stripper,
he would want his body

to look its most appealing.

SAROYAN: Well, lucky for us,
he cared about his work.

The serial number on this
implant should give us

our victim's I.D.

Well done, Mr. Bray.

SWEETS:
Your mom seems really nice.

So there's no "but"?

No. I mean, look,
it's got to be complicated,

reestablishing
a relationship

after so long,
but the fact that

you're both open to
it is impressive.

I'm happy for you.

[groans]
Right.

Can you tell everyone else that?

What? Are you feeling defensive?
You having second thoughts?

So are you here to tell me
about the case,

or are you just here
to annoy me?

The case.
Of course, the case.

So?

Uh, well, the killer's decision
to use a building

ready for demolition
as a dump site

exhibited... anticipatory...

I've got nothing; I just wanted
to talk about your mom.

You got nothing, okay. Bye.[phone ringing]

You know, if you ever
need to talk...

I won't.

Booth.

Yeah.
[snaps fingers]

Whoa. Yeah.

Great.

That's great.
Thank you.

Well, we got an I.D.

The victim's name is
Jack Spindler.

He was reported missing
yesterday by his boss

at Duncore Investments.

The stripper was moonlighting
as a stockbroker?

Wow.

That him?

Mm-hmm. What's up
with this cash?

You taking me out?

No. I found it in
the victim's clothing.

It's mostly singles.

About 100 bucks.

He was probably killed
right after a gig.

Well, if I can

figure out what service
he worked for,

they should be able to tell us
where his last gig was.

Hence the naked men
on your screen?

Trouble is, none of them
use their real names,

and doesn't seem like he worked
for any of the agencies.

HODGINS:
Well, he was probably

trying to keep
his other job

a secret from his
bosses at Duncore.

Yeah. I guess it's hard
to make a living

on 100 bucks in tips.

Wait a minute.

When people

tip the strippers, they usually

give them more than one bill,
don't they?

Why? Are you thinking prints?

Because there could be hundreds
of those on any one bill.

Yeah, but if we find the same
print on multiple bills,

it'll tell us who gave him the
money the night that he died.

You know, if I had
any non-crime-related cash

on me right now,

I would be stuffing it
down those pants.

Oh, yeah?

You mean... these pants?

Oh...
Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.

Here it comes.

Oh, sweetheart...

Those boys ain't got
nothing on your husband.

Oh, I am so into this!

[laughing]

MONTENEGRO [laughing]:
Yeah...

BOOTH:
Where did you play?

I played around
the country

for about 20 years,
you know...
Yeah.

You know, I actually did
a gig at the Carlyle Hotel.

Daily Newsloved me.Well, why wouldn't they, Mom?

You got a great voice.

You were always
a little tone-deaf. [laughs]

So how'd you end up
in Atlantic City?

Well, about four years ago,
um...

Reggie, my piano player--

sweet guy,
I think you'd like him--

decided to open up a club

on-on the boardwalk,
and asked me to join him.

Hmm.

Reggie.

Yeah, Reggie. I...

I have to tell you.

I just think your home
is beautiful.

Well, it's your home now, too.

The door's always open.

Do you remember
"The Continental"?

Uh, not as much as you do.

Here it goes.♪ The Continental

♪ Something different,
something new ♪

♪ You are so subtle

♪ The Continental...

Remember when I would
teach you to dance,

your dad would get so mad?

And you'd just laugh.

You'd laugh.I don't want to talk about Dad.

All right.
'Cause it's done.

It's done. Look at
what you've accomplished.

Come on.

Look at me.

We won, baby.

Yeah.

You're right, we did.

♪ Two bodies dancing

♪ The Continental... Wow, okay.

[chuckles] Someone wanted
to say good night.

Oh, look at
this little noodle.

Yeah.

Well, I thought Booth
was your little noodle.

Well, he was,
and so was his brother,

but you can't have
too many noodles.

I'm too old to be a noodle,
you know. She can be

the doctor noodle.It's true. All right.

You can be grandma noodle.

[laughs] Oh, nice.All right.

Must have been so hard for you

to run away
from your children.

Bones, come on, we're
having a good time here.

Well, it's clear
that she had to.

I imagine the injury to

your left greater
trochanter

and femoral head
was caused by a beating.

It must have been severe

to cause you to limp
after all these years.

If you're talking
about my hip,

yes, I was thrown down
a flight of stairs.

And it will never
happen to me again.

But I knew I had to leave.

I blamed myself
all these years.

But seeing what he has here,
and what you've given him--

I knew that
he was strong.

And I was right.

You are.

He's the strongest
man I know.

You remember that song?

That I used to sing to you
before you'd go to bed?

Oh, not the monkey song.

Yes, the monkey song.

♪ Five little monkeys

♪ Jumping on a bed Mom...

♪ Mama called the doctor,
and the doctor said ♪

♪ No more monkeys
jumping on the bed ♪

♪ Four little monkeys

♪ Jumping on the bed

♪ One fell off
and bumped his head ♪

♪ Mama called the doctor,
and the doctor said ♪

♪ No more monkeys
jumping on the bed ♪

BOOTH: ♪ Three little monkeys
jumping...♪

So, you reported

Jack missing two days ago,
am I correct, Mr. Harrison?

Yeah, I reported him.
Spindler never missed work,

so when I couldn't
get him on the phone,

I knew something was wrong.

Was he a good employee?

He was the hardest working
son of a bitch I had.

Guy brought in
$5 million in new accounts

while he was still
in the trainee program.

Sounds like he was responsible
for a lot of clients.

I'm sure they wouldn't
be too happy if he lost a chunk

of all that cash.

We don't lose
our clients' money.

Mm.But with market conditions

being what they are,

certain fluctuations
can cause a downturn...

That's great.
You know, I'm gonna need

his work computer
and a list of all his clients.

Sure. I'll have my assistant
shoot it over to you.

Great. You're aware that he was

a stripper, right?
[clears throat]

Spindler?

[chuckles]

You got to be wrong.

The guy was making serious bank
at the firm;

he wouldn't need to... strip.

No, it's true,
he was a stripper.

And, as his boss, I'm surprised
you didn't know that.

The only thing I cared about was
how much money he brought in.

I wonder
how your boss would react

if he found out
that you hired a stripper.

I don't like
where this is going.

I can't imagine you do.

But, you know what,
we're done for now.

Sure.

Hey, I have
a little expertise

in government pensions.

I could increase your annual
return if you just let me

invest a small portion...We're done, for now.

Leave the badge
on the table.

Fine.
[clears throat]

I don't get it. I've been
down to my last five bucks,

but even then, I wouldn't
take my clothes off for money.

You know, based on your
robust frame, muscular build

and symmetrical features,
you can make a good income

as an exotic dancer.

Then I wasted a lot
of money on grad school.

The victim was educated and
had a successful profession.

Are you trying to get me
to strip, Dr. B?

I'm just saying
that I understand the impulse.

It's a way to project
power and fertility.

Hmm.

It seems the calf implants

were not the only
surgical procedures

performed on the victim.

The proximal end
of the tibia

has been cut
and realigned.

This is evidence
of a tibial osteotomy.

Based on the
extensive remodeling,

he had this surgery
done years ago.

He must have suffered
from Blount's disease.

It's very common
in severely overweight children.

Then I imagine he didn't
start stripping as a kid.

Not professionally, at least.

Well, this guy was clearly
in love with himself.

Think someone
else was, too.

Looks like he had
a girlfriend.

So the vaginal fluid Hodgins
found in his underwear

will probably come to nothing.

So, uh, how's it going
with your mom?
It's great.

Her and Bones
are getting along.

It's great.

Oh, that's great.

And Christine, too.
They love each other.

Nice. One question.

Since it seems to be
going so well.

You're in the FBI.

Could've tracked her down
at any point.

Yeah, I could've.
But, you know, I figured

she would find me
when the time was right for her.

And the time was right,
and she found me.

Yeah. Yeah.

Right.

Dr. Brennan said the victim
was overweight as a child.

She's saying that's
why he was killed?

Well, I'm saying
that his past could explain

why he has
all these mirrors.

Whoa, all right. Look.

Spindler had painful
body image issues.

By stripping,
he's finally
able to gain

the acceptance and
attention that he needed.

It's a voice mail.

Don't you need a
password for that?

It's voice mail;
doesn't everybody

just use one-
two-three-four?

Well, I do,
but now I'm gonna change that.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have one message.

WOMAN: Hey, Jack,
where the hell are you?

I'm not gonna put up with this
anymore, you bastard.

I swear, if I find out
you're cheating on me again,

you're finished.

Sounds like he was getting
attention from someone.

She doesn't sound happy.

No.

SWEETS:
Okay, so it says here

your father is
Andrew Mineta?

The founder of
Atlantis Airlines?

So?

So, what's a girl like you
doing dating a stripper?

You're not a very good
shrink, are you?

Excuse me?

It's pretty simple,
according to mine.

It's a passive-aggressive
attempt

to get my father's attention.

Okay, so you're in therapy.

For the past eight years.You know,

we heard the message that you
left Jack the night he died.

That message was nothing;
we were always fighting.

You're saying it's
just a coincidence then

that you threatened
him and now he's dead?

Come on, there are
no coincidences.

I'm sure your shrink
told you that, too.

I wasn't gonna kill Jack;
just his career.

If Duncore found out
he was stripping,

Jack would kill himself.

Do you feel that that's what
your father would've wanted?

When Jack was
trying to get promoted,

he convinced my family
to invest $1 million

to set him over
the $5 million mark.

Okay, well, then your father's
disapproval was warranted.

That must have been
very difficult emotionally.

Duh, Sigmund.

I was warned

that Jack was nothing
but a self-absorbed user.

But he was so charming.

And he had those abs.

So was it your father
that warned you?

No, one of Jack's friends.

Storm.

Storm? Storm what?

Just Storm. Like Cher.

He helped Jack
get into stripping

when Jack was broke.

Jack repaid him
by stealing his clients.

So did Storm ever
confront Jack about this?

They got into an epic fight at
the gym a couple of weeks ago.

But Jack said
they were okay now.

And you believed him?Yeah.

But then again,
for months,

I also believed
he wasn't cheating on me.

Are we done?

I have a shrink appointment
at 2:00.

Um...

Y-Yeah.

So, why'd you want

to meet here?

Well, as a kid,
you used to love coming here.

It would make you happy.

Yeah, I remember.

MARIANNE: You used to love
that chess board.

You used to love
to be the knight.

Yeah, I remember you telling
me that I had to protect

the king and the
queen from bad guys.

That's right. And now you're
doing it in the FBI for real.

So, what is this, just a
trip down memory lane?

No. I have some news.

And I thought this would be
a good place to tell you.

Good news, I hope.

Very good news.
All right.

Do you remember the guy I was
telling you about last night?

Reggie, the
piano player.

We're getting married.

And you're going to
have a sister

and another brother, too.

What?

Yeah, Reggie's kids.
They're great.

You're gonna love them.

And I... I want you
to give me away, Seeley.

I'm sorry, so you've been
a mom to... his kids?

Yeah, well, we've been together
for quite some time,

and they were at an age where
they could still use a mother.

Right.
[clears throat]

Like Jared and I were.

Come on.

It's not like that, Seeley.

I thought you couldn't
handle a family, Mom.

But I guess that was
just our family.

No, I-- That's not how it was.I forgave you.

I gave you a pass all
of these years, right?

But you know what,
hey, I guess I was just

making it okay
for myself.

You know what,
I thought about you every day!

What were you
thinking, Mom?

Were you blaming us
for the beatings?

Is that why you couldn't
come back and see us anymore?

You are being ridiculous.Ridiculous, really?

You come back here to
get my stamp of approval

on your new life so
you don't feel guilty.

Well, get this, it's been
24 years; feel guilty.

This was a mistake.

Yeah. A big one.

I'll get my things,
and I'll move back to the hotel.

That's the best decision
you've made in a long time.

The DNA from the vaginal fluid
was inconclusive.

I couldn't find a match,
because the victim's DNA

contaminated it.
You found something?

Uh, I photographed

and scanned the bills
that Hodgins found,

and I'm searching them
for prints.

The same print
on multiple bills

should point to whomever
placed the bills

in the victim's pants.

Only a few fives
and tens.

I wonder what he had to do
to earn those.

Actually, that probably
had more to do

with the tipper
than the stripper.

Your research again?

Yes. I discovered
that I tend to be

a more generous tipper
while I was ovulating.

Okay. So for one's
economic well-being,

only bring singles
when ovulating.

Got it.

Did you find
any usable prints?

Well, unfortunately,
most of the bills

were slathered in
the same coconut oil

that he was
slathered in.

That seems to be a no.

But I might have found something
even better

than a print.
Notice anything telling?

Looks like it was
recently rolled up.

Cocaine?You got it.

If this bill was up
somebody's nose,

the epithelial cells

could give us the user's
uncontaminated DNA.

I'm sorry, Booth.Well, you know what?

It's my own fault;
everyone warned me

it was too good
to be true.

Perhaps she didn't
explain herself well.

You know, Bones,
you're a good person--

the best-- but, you know,
I don't need anyone

to put a... a good face
on this, all right?

I'm not. I just think...

Just move on, all right?

I'm fine.

I was fine before,
I'll be fine now.

Let's just talk about the case.

Sure.

All right. Appreciate that.

Have you had any luck
tracking down Storm?

Guy lives in an RV.
I put out an APB

on the thing
this morning.

You think that he'd be
willing to kill

because the victim stole
some of his clients?

Sweets says it's probably not
about the wallet,

and more about his ego.

You know, he's getting older,
he's not looking so good.

I'm sure Sweets said
that if Storm didn't know

what else to do with himself,

he would lash out at the person
he viewed as a threat.

In this case, our victim.

That is exactly what he said.

Which proves that a person
doesn't need

any special training

to spout psychobabble.

I got a hit.
Storm's RV is parked

outside a house
in Arlington.

Did you ever
consider stripping?

Really? No.

Well, you have an
alluring personality

and a wonderful
physique.

Well, so do you, but
you wouldn't strip.

I did.
What?

For my paper.

I wouldn't be much of
a scientist if I hadn't.

You were a stripper?

Well, it was only once.

I got too much
going on right now.

I don't need to
hear this, Bones.

I used fans, large fans.

You would have
enjoyed it.

Let's just crash
the party, okay?

It was...Enough with the fans.

...a burlesque tease.Okay, that's great.

It was a tease.

[music playing, women cheering]

Uh-huh. Oh, no.

Oh...

Whoa. Hey. Oh.

[women laughing, cheering]

[laughs]

Yeah.

[growls playfully]
Whoa.

Okay, all right, everybody,
everybody quiet up!

All right, Magic Mike,
put the clothes back on.

FBI. Let's go.

Sweet! Another stripper!

[women cheering]

Oh! I am not another stripper!
I'm FBI!

Sure you are.
That's why you have

a "cocky" belt buckle.I told you you were alluring.

Come on, man! Who the hell
sent you here?! This is my gig!

Your friend Jack Spindler
was found murdered, pal.

His skull was crushed
beyond recognition.

Oh, my God.

Wow, these strippers really have
elaborate backstories.

Oh, wow. Really?

[women cheering]

BOOTH:
"Officer Storm. Metro Police."

I can arrest you for
impersonating a peace officer.

You gonna start hauling kids in
on Halloween, too?

I wouldn't be a smart-ass
if I were you, okay?

Not when
you're a murder suspect.

Jack was my friend.
Why would I kill him?

We know that you got

into a fight with him
two weeks ago.

Jack stole some clients from me,
so I called him out.

There's evidence
of a fracture

to the neck of
the distal end

of his fourth metacarpal
on Jack's right hand.

[chuckles]:
What the hell is she saying?

No idea. But we have proof

that you did more
than just call him out.

I gave him
a couple of gut checks,

so he knew
not to poach clients again.

What about last weekend?

Saturday nights are the most
profitable for strippers.

Didn't see him.

It's not like there was
any bad blood between us.

Yeah, because what's a few
broken distal fourth things

amongst friends?That doesn't make sense, Booth.

He gets the idea.

We made up.

Jack knew I needed the money,

so he even set me up
with some gigs

that he couldn't handle
'cause of his finance thing.

Call the place
you found me.

The birthday girl will tell you
Jack referred me.

We have forensic evidence
that Jack had intercourse

the night he died.

To him, it was a perk.

I warned him that it was
bad business, dangerous even,

if the wrong boyfriend
or husband found out.

We officially have
cause of death:

a sudden sharp blow to
the posterior C3 vertebra.

A V-shaped cut at almost
a perfect 90-degree angle.

Impact caused a severe
contusion to the spinal cord.

Can't live without
a spinal cord.

Yeah.

There's trace wedged
in the wound.

The reason I'm here.

Okay, there's a lot
in here, man.

These metallic flakes--
they look like aluminum.

This fiber looks like
some kind of synthetic polymer.

And... bingo.

This is the antenna
and front vestigial wing

of a Cimex Hemipterus.
It's a bedbug.

One trapped in
a V-shaped cut.

Yeah, yeah.
So, all right,

we already know that the victim
was in a fight, right?

What if he gets punched,

he falls back, yes,
his neck collides hard

with the corner
of the bed frame.

The fiber's from the sheet.

Which was crawling
with bedbugs.

Maybe the victim
really did get caught

sleeping with
another guy's girl.

Seeley?

I'm busy.

This won't take long,
and then I'll be gone.

I can understand
how you feel.

I'd probably feel the same way.

But kids make their parents
into gods,

so we can't do
anything but disappoint you.

I really don't need
to hear this.

Yes, you do.

I am no god, Seeley.

I am just a person,
like everybody else.

I make mistakes,

clearly, big ones.

I should've handled this
differently coming here.

And there's nothing I can say
to make you forgive me.

But I sure as hell
am gonna forgive myself,

because I have
a little time left.

And I am entitled
to try and be happy,

even if it's just
for a little bit.

Reggie is a good man.

He'd never lift a finger to me.

And it took

a lot of courage
to share him with you.

[voice breaks]:
'Cause I... I wanted you

to taste a little bit
of the happiness that I had,

because it seems like all I've
ever done is give you misery.

That's what I couldn't face.

Just all the things
I did to you.

Do I wish I could
do it differently?

Oh, yes.

But I can't turn back the clock.

And apparently,
neither can you.

So these last two days...

...I'm gonna take them with me.

You can't have them back.

Good-bye, Seeley.

I've been looking through
Jack's computer.

Any evidence of
disgruntled customers?

Nope. All gruntled.

All very, very gruntled.

So I've been focusing

on the investments
that Jack made for

his Duncore clients
over the past six months.

His boss said he's
very good at his job.

Yeah, it seems so now.

Although, there's a ton
of stuff to go through.

There are a ton of e-mails
from his boss

pressuring him
to do better.

Very stressful.

Perhaps stripping was
a way for him to relax.

Speaking of stress,
how is Booth?

I thought it was gonna be fine.

He seemed so happy
to see her again

and for Christine to
meet her grandmother.

So, not so good.

No.

I liked her.

But I don't think
I can say that, not-not now.

Maybe that's exactly
what you should say.

SAROYAN:
I got a hit.

Can you bring
up my station?

The DNA from the epithelial
cells on the bill belong

to a Cynthia White, 24.

Police broke up a
fight between her

and her fiancé on the night
of her bachelorette party.

Uh-oh.

Yeah. And her
epithelial cells are

a match for the partial DNA
from the vaginal fluid.

That is her fiancé

who was booked and
released for battery.

So her fiancé must have
found out

that she slept
with Jack Spindler.

So you like beating up
your fiancée, huh?

It's a misunderstanding.
I just pushed her.

Tell me
what the fight was about.

Just pre-wedding jitters,
you know?

Pre-wedding jitters.

Sure it wasn't
about your fiancée

having her bachelorette party?

What happened between Cynthia
and me is none of your business.

She didn't press charges.

Oh, it is my business, Jason.

Because if it was just about

Cynthia sleeping with
the stripper,

you wouldn't be
here right now.

How did you know about that?

I know a lot of things--
more than you think.

So why don't you do yourself a
favor and tell me what happened.

Okay.

I got mad.

Sometimes Cynthia gets
a little wild when she drinks.

Snorts a little cocaine?

Damn, was there a hidden camera?

Maybe.

You got jealous, right?

Because you knew there was
gonna be a stripper there.

I just wanted to check in
on things, you know?

Because you didn't trust her.

And I was right.
She admitted it.

"One last fling,"
she said.

I flipped out a little.

Right, and you killed
the stripper.

No.

He was long gone, I swear.

This was between me and Cynthia.

So, the fiancé has an alibi
for the night of the murder.

And Hodgins searched
the hotel

where Cynthia had her
bachelorette party.

He found no bedbugs or
matching particulate evidence.

Great. We got a killer
out there laughing at us.

This has been
a banner of a day.

Booth, I know you don't want
to talk about your mother.

[sighs]
She came to see me.

You know, tried explain herself.

That's good, isn't it?

I didn't say a word.

I just stared at her.

I let her go
without saying anything.

You could call.

No.

Too angry.

I'm just angry,
that's all.

And it's... I just
feel like him.

Who?

My dad. I feel
like my dad.

You know? He-he would blame her
for everything.

My mom would apologize,
and he would just stare at her.

You are not your father.

Really? Really?

Because, you
know, I grew up

in a household of
violence and hatred.

And look at me now. I
look for that every day.

What, murder, cruelty.

Every day, you try to stop it.

Every day, you prove
what a good man you are.

Then why didn't
I stop her?

Why didn't I stop
my own mom?

Because it's difficult.

Isn't that what you said
about my dad?

How long did it take me
to forgive him?

You think
I still don't get angry?

Maybe it's just simpler
this way, Bones.

Is that what your religion says?

Really? Religion?
You gonna bring that

into this conversation now?

The Jesus myth is all about
forgiveness, isn't it?

It's not a myth.

Absolution,

our ability
to transform ourselves.

So you grew up
suffering.

In the myth, Jesus suffered,
and he forgave those.

It's not a myth.

Please, Booth.

Water to wine, raising the dead,
walking on water--

these defy
the basic laws of physics.

But forgiveness,

that's its value.

That's why the myth has endured.

So, I finished going through
the victim's work computer.

These are all the clients
listed, as you can see.

That's a whole

lot of people who've saved
more money than I have.

Yeah, but...

the total assets
for all these clients

is only $2.4 million.

His boss said that
Jack's clients had

over $5 million in assets.

Yeah, that's the thing.

Why didn't his boss give
us access to all of them?

Jack's girlfriend, Kristy
Mineta, isn't even listed.

Why hide
only certain clients?

Well, that wasn't the
only thing hidden.

There's evidence of
e-mails that his boss,

Seth, scrubbed after
Jack was killed.

Can you reconstruct them?

Seriously? You have to ask?

So the e-mails outline

his boss's strategy
for buying

large amounts of a
cheap, risky stock

called Venture Command.

I've got a bad feeling
about this.

Yeah, and you should.

The plan was to buy
the stock cheap,

artificially inflate
the value, and sell it

to unsuspecting clients
before it crashes.

And that's legal?

No, it's not.

It's a felony practice
known as a "pump and dump."

Does no one on Wall Street
have a conscience?

Well, Jack Spindler
might have had one.

Take a look at this e-mail
that Jack sent back to his boss.

"Seth, I don't know
if I can do this.

We need to talk."

Jack sent that three days
before he was killed.

I am not incriminating myself.
I am not stupid.

I am a graduate of the
Wharton School of Business.

You have to understand
something here, Seth.

This is a homicide
investigation, okay?

Financial crimes?
They're not my concern.

I don't care.

Just explain to me
what happened, that's all.

Fine.

The full client list
wasn't on Jack's computer

because it's Duncore policy
that a senior agent--

me-- oversee trainee accounts.

So you took credit
for Jack's clients?

It's corporate hazing, part
of a trainee paying his dues.

You want a list of the clients
we shared, no problem.

That'd be great, yeah.

Also, maybe you can tell me

about this "pump and dump" scam
involving Venture Command stock.

Seth, Seth, look at me.

Financial crimes,
not my concern.

I may even, you know,
take you up

on that advice on my pension.

Venture Command was
a small company.

I supervised the purchase
of a few million shares.

We promoted the stock in chat
rooms, through e-mail blasts.

We told our clients
the stock was a sure thing.

I would never do that
with your pension.

Of course not. Not you.

But Jack, he didn't
want any of it.

Not true;
he was my best trainee.

Then how do you explain
this e-mail?

Here's what I think happened:
he threatened to expose you.

You know, you didn't want
to spend any time

in federal prison, so to keep
him quiet, you killed him.

No, no, I wasn't even in town
the night Jack was killed.

I was in Vegas! I have receipts!

I can probably find you
the hooker I was with.

Just explain the e-mail to me.

Jack wasn't questioning
the legality

of what we were doing.

"I don't know if I can do this"?

He-he wanted to know
how to get the client to bite.

So you're saying he was
selling worthless stock

to his girlfriend?

The guy would screw anyone,
so long as he came out on top.

He was a real find;
I'm gonna miss him.

How much did
his girlfriend lose?

200 grand, easy.What?!

Yeah, she's the one
who would want him dead.

I think I got everything
that I need, really.

Thank you so much
for your cooperation.

You see, these two agents

are from
the Treasury Department.

And they're gonna make sure
that you find a nice cell.

'Cause they heard
everything that you said.

What the hell? You said you had
no interest in financial crimes!

Uh, I don't.

But these two, they do.

It's their job. Have fun.

Seth Harrison's
alibi checks out.

One of his receipts shows that
he spent $8,000 at a club.

Yeah, his entire identity
was based on wealth.

You know, opulence,
throwing money around

was the only way
that he could feel powerful.

It's very similar to Jack
removing his clothes

to display his man-- yeah.Okay, okay, I got it.

I got it, okay, all right?

The girlfriend lost
over $200,000.

Sounds like a good motive to me.

Have you talked to her?I can't, you know.

Her father hired a bunch
of high-powered lawyers

to get between us.So she's off limits

unless the squints find
some evidence against her.

Yup, looks that way.

It looks like he was
killed in a bedroom

during makeup sex
that didn't work out.

How about you? How you doing?

Sweets...

I'm asking as a friend,
not a shrink.

I'm not doing too good.

[sighs]

BRAY: These are the depression
fractures I found.

They don't seem to be the
injuries of a random beating.

You're right.

I've seen this
injury profile before.

Please check the victim's
ossicular chain

for damage, Mr. Bray.

You think the ears were damaged
during the beating?

They were--
displaced fractures

to the incus and stapes.

BRENNAN:
The depressed fractures

and the displaced
ossicular chain are consistent

with the victim
being pistol-whipped

with the butt of a gun.

I agree, but according
to Hodgins,

there was no trace
that would indicate a gun.

But these injuries are
clearly consistent

with that kind of assault.

I identified the mystery
particulate that was found

in the bedbug wound.

It's residue
from oxidized malachite,

which is from a smelting plant
near the Kingford Hotel.

Now, the city has a
string of complaints

against the Kingford
for bedbugs.

That's where the murder
must have taken place.

But you found no trace
that would indicate

the injuries were
caused by a gun?

None.

Because the gun
wasn't actually a gun.

What am I missing?

What is die-cast metal
made of, Dr. Hodgins?

It's an alloy comprised of zinc,
aluminum and copper.

Why?All three of which

are present in the wounds.

The victim was beaten
with a toy pistol.

BOOTH:
Found that gun in your RV.

So, it's a toy.

It's part of
my cop costume.

Doesn't even
fire blanks.
I know.

I don't think
you killed him with it.

So what's this all about then?

I think you beat him with it.

The Kingford Hotel
said that

you rented a room
the night Jack was killed.

I was stripping
there that night.

Used the room to change.

Jack met you there
after his gig.

You're on his
client list.

For $5,000.

You needed that money.

Your body's not
getting any younger.

Pretty soon,
women are going to ask you

to put your clothes on.

Jack lost
all your money

because the stock was worthless.

Oh, there's blood, Booth.

Jack was pistol-whipped
with this gun.

That's all we
need, Storm.

That $5,000
was every cent I had.

Jack promised me a sure thing.

I just wanted
my money back, I...

[clears throat]

I didn't want to kill him.

Just wanted to give him
a beating, you know?

But now, who cares?

I'm glad he's dead.

BOOTH:
Okay, thanks.

And you'll make sure
they're delivered

on time this afternoon?

Great, thanks.

What did you order?

Uh, I found out, uh, where
they were getting married,

and I sent some flowers.

That's really kind.Yeah, you know.

One step at a time.

Yeah.

Where'd that
come from?

Your mother left it.

Christine won't put it down.

It's mine.

I know.

She said that you were
never without it

when you were little.

You like it, huh, Christine?

BOOTH:
Oh, there she is.

BRENNAN: That must be Reggie
she's hugging.

Go.

Mom.

MARIANNE:
Oh, my.

Hey.
[laughs]

You made it.
Oh, thank you, baby.

[whispers]:
That's for you.

[laughs]:
Oh, they're beautiful.

Reggie, come meet my son.

Yes. Come on.

REGGIE: Seeley?Yeah.

Reggie.Nice to meet you, Reggie.

Very nice to meet you.
And these are my kids.

♪ It takes a lot of time

♪ There's so much

♪ You've got to leave behind

♪ And hold it like a treasure

♪ If you can find

♪ Something good in this world

♪ Something good in this world

♪ Da-da-da, da-da-da

♪ Da-da-da, da

♪ Da-da-da-da, da

♪ Da-da-da, da-da-da

♪ Da-da-da, da

[cheering]

♪ There's so much hard earth

♪ To dig

♪ In these days of curse

♪ That we live

♪ I'm absolutely sure

♪ That in the midst

♪ There's something good
in this world ♪

Over here!
Over here!

♪ Something good
in this world... ♪

♪ Oh, keep on looking

What's that mean?