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- [ Police Radio Chatter ]
- Wow. I guess there's life
on this campus after all.

Oh, what, you've
been here before?
I guest-lectured last year.

Forensic science majors.
[ Siren Blares ]

Four students showed up.
Just four!
Four? What was your topic?

Dimorphic distinctions
within the human
thoracic cavity.

Right. And just four
whole people showed up, huh?

The dean blamed it on some game
halfway across the country.
Come on.

This is
Atlantic State University,
home of the Jaguars.

Other than sex and beer, nothin'
is more important to these kids
than their basketball team.

What about academics?
I'll tell you what.

You bring your little "didactic"
thoracic speech here...

any other time of the year,
and you'll draw maybe five,
five and a half easy.

Dimorphic, not didactic.

[ Man ] Student employee
named Justine Berry
opened up the practice gym.

Campus police called us
because they didn't know what
to make of what they found.

Hey, I got it.
F.B.I. Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

That here is, uh--
That's Dr. Brennan.

Chief Jack Cutler,
campus police.

Justine was opening up the gym
after the four-day weekend.

Uh, you work here, Ms. Berry?
What the hell?
You know what I mean?

- Not at all.
- The second I unlocked
the door, the smell just--

[ Gasps ] Right?

The bleachers fold down.
You need a key
to open or shut 'em.

Whatever got caught back here
sure as hell ain't an animal.

Oh, it.

Sounds interesting.

[ Booth ] Oh.

Hey, uh, you know, last time
I was under the bleachers...

I was, uh, gettin' ready
to smoke a cigarette and
make out with Vanessa Taylor.

I didn't know you smoked.
Eighth grade, Bones, huh?

Come on. Didn't you ever
get naughty with a jock
under the bleachers?

I-- You were a jock?

You had to be one
if you wanted to make out
with Vanessa Taylor.

[ Insects Buzzing ]

- What is it?
- Male. [ Sniffs ]

- You smell that?
- You're kidding.

I don't mean decomp. Alcohol.

Vagrant passes out by
the heating grate, and somebody
closes up the bleachers.

- [ Squeaking ]
- Whoa!

That would account
for the accelerated decomp.

[ Whistles ]

And the babies. Baby rats?

- Yeah. We'll need them.
- Okay, um--

Yeah, uh, Chief Cutler,
you got a rat carrier?

Yeah, I'll find something.
[ Brennan ]
We'll need the floor.

- The floor?
- Whatever got pushed
through that grate.

- Here you go. This do?
- Yeah, that'd be great.
Put that rat in the rat motel.

- We're good to go.
- We need to take the pinkies,
or they'll die.

Yeah, 'cause the world
needs more rats. "'82 champs"?

'82 champs--
Let me see that ring.

Wait a minute. Chief Cutler
as in Jack "Cutter" Cutler?

- Yeah. Haven't heard
that one in a while.
- [ Laughs ] Bones!

You're lookin' at the star
point guard from one of the best
college basketball teams ever!

Huh.

- Drafted by
the Detroit Pistons.
- Knees blew out.

- Ended my career.
- Booth.

Yeah? Eleven?

Oh, my God, no.

- What?
- Did he wear one of these?

He never took it off. Who?

R.J. Manning. He's one of
the best college forwards
in the conference.

- He was destined to be
the number one pick.
- I don't know what that means.

But if this is Manning,
that's not going to happen.

Eight seconds for
the bleachers to close.

According to
the chief of campus police.

I don't think the victim
was killed by the bleachers.

[ Hodgins ] What do you mean?
The dude's an accordion.

[ Saroyan ]
What killed him if it wasn't
the bleachers closing?

The skull shows
evidence of powdering.
Crushing would snap the bone.

Multiple strikes
lead to powdering.

But it is possible that
the skull being forced through
the grate caused the powdering.

We'll know more after
the skull's reconstructed.

Man, the Jaguars will not be
the same without R.J. Manning.

Thirty-plus points
in his last five games.
Forty-plus in the last three.

[ Sighs ] Not you guys too?

Hey, R.J. Manning was gonna be
the next Kobe Bryant.

That explains why
every news source in town
wants to confirm his death.

The ancient Greeks chased
a ball made of animal skin
wrapped around seeds.

But that was a fertility rite
played in the nude.

- Nude? Count me in.
- I tend to look better
fully clothed.

Both central and lateral
maxillary incisors are implants.

That's a match.

- It's Manning.
- I'll inform the press.

Zack, your priority is
to classify the skull fractures.

Dude-- [ Chuckles ]
you're not goin' home for days.

The victim's clothing and the
chunk of floor should keep you
pretty busy too, Dr. Hodgins.

Sure it's R.J., not just
somebody wearing his medallion?

We matched your brother's
dental records.

That means it's
definitely R.J., Kamaria.
Are you R.J.'s lawyer?

No. Well, you could
probably say that.

I'm-- I'm, uh, an alumnus
of Atlantic State.

What I do now is I volunteer
my time to help the team
with their finances...

and their scholarships,
living arrangements--
Did you all live together?

No, R.J. lived on campus,

but he still takes care
of me and my little sister.

Their parents passed away
two years ago.

We lived on R.J.'s scholarship,
and Mr. Francis got me
a good job downtown.

Yeah. R.J. mention
any trouble in his life lately?

Any arguments? Only--

No, it's okay. It's okay.

He had a fight with Mr. Francis.

Why'd R.J. strike you?
I don't know.

He was an exhausted
20-year-old man, and I was
treating him like a kid.

R.J. loved Mr. Francis.
We all do.
You can ask R.J.'s girlfriend.

That's Dallas Verona.
She's a cheerleader.

Also, you know,
you should talk to Coach Morse.

Those were the two people
closest to him
other than his family.

Damn it. I should've
gotten a bigger turkey.

You have a smaller skull?

Do I have a smaller skull
than who?

I meant, is there
a smaller skull we can wrap
in this turkey carcass?

- Boys, this better be good.
- It's going to take me a very
long time to reconstruct...

R.J. Manning's skull in order
to discover whether he died
from multiple blows.

- Which suggests murder.
- Or if his skull was...

crushed through
the heating grate
just like this one.

We covered a skull
with turkey meat.

I calibrated the pounds
per square inch from
the closing bleachers.

And we filled the skull cavity
with a gelatinous matrix.

Okay. Turn it on.

[ Whirring ]

[ Whirring Stops ]

By "gelatinous matrix,"
you meant ambrosia salad?

Gelatinous matrix
sounded better.

There's absolutely no sign
of powdering here.

Then R.J. Manning was killed
by multiple strikes to the head.

I'm tellin' ya, George Francis
does not care about that family.
Kamaria seemed to like him.

Sure. I mean,
he paid the rent and made
her brother a star.

But, you know, he's got
a whole 'nother agenda.

How do you know? 'Cause I was
a college athlete.

Guys like that, they're
always buzzin' around campus.
Why?

Why? 'Cause there's millions
of dollars at stake.

For bouncing a ball? Well, yeah!

All that bouncing,
you know, translates
into dollars from TV rights,

revenue shares, tournament fees.

Well, I don't understand
what's interesting about it.

Unlike you, most people
enjoy a pastime that takes
them out of their head.

Takes them out of their head
like drugs and alcohol.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
[ Clears Throat ]

[ Beeps ] Brennan.

- Hodgins and Zack proved
that R.J. was murdered.
- Murdered.

We've suffered a loss,
gentlemen.
One of our brothers is gone.

As a team, we grieve for him.

I tell you what you
do not weep for though.

Losin' the best
damn power forward
in this entire country.

Colby Page is not shedding tears
because we lost a power forward,
is he?

No, sir. How do I know that?

'Cause Colby Page
is gonna step right up
and take R.J.'s position.

This is his opportunity,
and it's good that
he sees it as such.

Colby.

Father God,

accept our brother R.J. Manning
into your loving arms.

Give us the faith
and the strength to carry on.

- Amen.
- [ Players ] Amen.

Now, you boys go be together.
Talk about R.J.

Come right back here
and be ready to carry on
and do what needs doin'.

[ All ] Yes, Coach.
All right, let's go!

All right, Colby. Let's do this.

- [ Morse ] Go. Move it, Harris!
- [ Harris ] Yes, sir.

That's very impressive, Coach.

You the F.B.I.? Yes, sir.

Listen, if you're
gonna talk to the boys,
I'd prefer you do it soon.

Let us move on
from the tragedy, okay?

What now?

Well, find out which one of
these pretty girls over here
is R.J.'s girlfriend.

[ Door Closes ]

I went home
for the long weekend.

R.J. stayed on campus. Why?

Whatever-- team stuff.

Did you call R.J., talk to him?

Yeah, and texted him.
But he didn't answer.

That's not weird or anything.
R.J.'s the face-to-face kind,
right?

Everything okay between you?

Were you sexually active?
He was my boyfriend.

He was in great shape,
so, pretty active, yeah.

Were there any noticeable
changes in your sex life?

Frequency, duration?

[ Scoffs ]
Every day but game day.

That was R.J.'s motto.

No jealous boyfriend from
the past, angry dad, nothin'?

Oh, my God.

Mr. Francis is right.

You people think
R.J. was murdered.

Was he under any kind of stress?

Of course.

- Midterm exams?
- [ Scoffs ]

R.J. was a star. They made sure
he could pass his midterms.

R.J. was stressed
because he always wanted to win.

Stressed enough
to hit Mr. Francis?

R.J. never told me
why he did that,
but he felt bad about it.

Couldn't find enough tissue
for a tox screen,

because these little scamps
ate what was left.

Yeah, uh--

[ Whirring ]

Hodgins, is that my own
personal blender
from the kitchen?

Toss these babies into
the gas chromatograph.

[ Whirring Stops ]
Did you get it from the kitchen?

Yes. Any foreign substances
in R.J.'s body should show up
in the maggot juice.

Is it labeled "personal property
of C.S." on the bottom?

Yes.

Don't worry. I'll rinse it out.

[ Booth ] I can give you
a few pointers, Bones.

Colby doesn't get out of class
for a few minutes.

You gotta sort of flip
your wrists, you see?

Like this. Bang!
Sports should not have such
a priority in the university.

All right. You know what?
That's crazy.

No. Anthropologically speaking,

sports are a way
for boys to practice
their battle skills.

Yeah, okay. So, you wanna
just focus straight up, get up
on your toes and just let--

The truth is athletes
are basically emotionally
arrested in boyhood,

acting out childish games
as though they have
adult importance.

The only thing more juvenile
are grown adults
who watch sports.

Why you gotta say stuff
like that?
What? You mean, the truth?

All right. I'm a jock.
So when you say those,
you know, things that you say,

what are you saying about me?
Nothing. You grew out of it.

No, I didn't, all right?
My shoulder crapped out on me.

Otherwise I would've gone
all the way with it.

- What?
- And another thing, all right?

I, uh-- I fought in a war.

So if sports is a, uh,
childish substitute,

I can live with that.

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Door Closes ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ People Chattering ]

- Ahh. Yo, Colby!
- [ Brennan ] Yo?

Yeah, yo. I'm a little irritated
with you. Just leave me-- What?

alone long enough so I
can get over it, okay?
Why are you irritated?

Why? Because I love sports.
I watch sports, you know?
I'm all about sports, you know?

Agent Seeley Booth.
This here is Dr. Brennan.

- Yeah, Mr. Francis said
you want to talk to me?
- George Francis.

He really looks out
for you guys, huh?

You must be happy
to be a stringer again.

[ Whispers ] Starter, Bones.
Starter.

Like Coach said, I'm happy
to be starting, but not happy
'bout how it happened.

- Colby didn't ask for this.
- It's okay, Celeste.

Colby's a team player.
He's stepping up.

- This is my fiancée,
Celeste Cutler.
- [ Brennan ] They're engaged?

- They're awfully young.
- Cutler-- as in, uh,
"Cutter" Cutler?

Yeah, he's my father.

Your father's in
law enforcement. You understand
I have to ask these questions.

Plus, your boyfriend
is one of the few people...

who benefited directly
from R.J. Manning's death.

I don't like you.

- I hate her.
- I can handle this.
Just go on, Celeste. Okay?

[ Quietly ] All right.

I'm, uh--
I'm sorry about Celeste.

She's just really--
really loyal.

I have to ask you, um--
Where were you
over the long weekend?

I was home. Look, I hate
to disagree with Coach,

but I didn't really benefit
from R.J.'s death.

- It sure seems like you did.
- Starting power forward?
That's pretty big around here.

I'm not gonna replace R.J.
just because I take over
his position.

Every game,
people are gonna say,
"Good game, son."

But in their head,
they're thinkin',
"He's no R.J. Manning."

Now, does that sound to you
like something that I would
kill to achieve?

Look, I was happy where I was.

I'm a team player, not a star.

Now, look, you said you were
at home. Can anyone verify that?
Huh? Your parents?

I'm not gonna answer
any more questions until
I talk to Mr. Francis.

I'm sorry.

Hmm, Francis again.

[ Exhales ]

Hodgins here?

No. Do you know
where he is?

No.

[ Typing ]

Can I leave a message
for him with you?

- Why me?
- Are you serious?

Fine.

I mean,
you live together, right? No.

I mean, not officially.

- We have our own places.
- But you spend
all your time together.

- What's the message?
- Tox results for R.J. Manning.

- Negative for alcohol
and sedatives.
- He reeked of bourbon.

Somebody emptied a bottle
on him. More interestingly,
he was on steroids.

I still haven't found
an explanation for the extra
synovial fluid in the joints.

I'm not sure I can
remember all this.

Steroids, bourbon,
synovial fluid.
What's the problem?

I draw stuff.
Okay? Fluids are not
my actual area of expertise.

It's Hodgins's
actual area of expertise,

and Hodgins
is your area of expertise.

So by my calculations,
all the areas of expertise
are overlapping perfectly.

It's not a problem.
I'll give it to him.

Thank you.

[ Booth ]
I read your contract, Coach.

You get a million-dollar
conduct bonus for keeping
the kids here in line.

I oversee 30 healthy,
rambunctious, type "A" boys.

I earn every penny of it.

But you'd kiss that million
dollars good-bye if R.J. Manning
tested positive for steroids.

R.J.?

- No way.
- Tox screen came back positive.

- No. Doesn't make sense.
- The better he plays,
he's worth more to the pros.

Better chance you have
to move up to the NBA.

[ Whistle Blows ]

You see this? You see this scar?

Brain cancer from steroids.

When it comes to my team,
I have zero tolerance,
and they know it.

What do you do if you catch 'em?
I sure as hell don't kill 'em.

Million-dollar bonus.
[ Clicks Tongue ]
Free ride to the NBA.

Listen, I tell ya what.
You call my doctor.

I'm terminal.

I got two years, tops.

The money, the career?
Not big incentives.

[ Players Chattering ]

I'd appreciate if you didn't
tell anybody about my condition.
I don't want sympathy.

Just want my boys
to win this season.

You understand, I gotta pursue
the steroid thing.

You don't even need a warrant.

Any boy that does not
submit a urine sample
is off this team.

Not one sample
shows steroid use?

Not one. Coach's confidence
in his boys was justified--
at least as far as steroids.

Something else showed up?

Two of the samples came back
positive for cefixime.
The antibiotic?

Most commonly used
to treat gonorrhea.

Gonorrhea would explain
the extra synovial fluid
in R.J.'s joints.

So R.J. plus two members
of the team had gonorrhea? No.

Two of the urine samples came
back with not only identical
levels of antibiotic,

but... the exact
same specific gravity.

Two samples from
the same player.

Yes. My guess is that
someone with gonorrhea...

is trying to protect
someone using steroids.

Nice bunch of boys.

One of you is taking steroids,
and the other one is being
treated for the clap.

Somebody tested positive
for steroids?

Oh, thank you for your candor,
Jimmy. Thank you.

- I didn't admit anything.
I asked a question.
- That's great.

The guy on steroids would be
worried about steroids.
The guy with the clap--

That would be you, Eddie.
He wouldn't worry.
Well-- [ Scoffs ] why worry?

It's just a shot in the ass.

He was guessing until you
admitted that, douche bag.

- Thank you, Ed. I appreciate
it. You can leave.
- Why can he leave?

I really don't care about
where he's been dippin' his,
you know, wick.

All right?
I care about illegal steroids.
Get lost, Ed. Leave.

[ Whistles ]

What's steroids got to do
with what happened to R.J.?

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe R.J.'s just worried
about the, uh, side effects.

You know, all the yelling
and screaming. You know,
all the zits on his pretty face.

His manhood shrinking.

So maybe he just gets nervous
and he wants to confess
to Coach Morse.

What, so I kill him?
That's crazy!

R.J. made me look good enough
to go to Europe leagues--
maybe even the NBA.

- You can't even prove
I'm on steroids.
- Nah.

No, see, I execute this warrant
to check you for steroids.

It's a paper trail,
and it becomes public knowledge,
my friend.

- Man, I'd lose my eligibility.
- Bingo. [ Clicks Tongue ]

So you tell me who
provided you with the steroids.
It stays between you and me.

Or, uh,

you gotta pee in the cup.

- Come on, man.
- And this time, I'm gonna have
to watch you pee in the cup.

I hope you don't have
a bashful bladder.

- Dr. Saroyan?
- Yes, Angela?

I've been thinking
about it, and...

I don't think it was
professional of you
to leave this file with me.

- Really? Why is that?
- I'm not Hodgins's assistant.

- But you are his girlfriend.
- Problem is that being
his girlfriend...

is a personal, private thing,
and this is work.

- Ah.
- I don't think it's good
to mix the personal and work.

Hodgins and I are completely
separate human beings with
completely separate careers.

- In your opinion,
I crossed a line.
- Yeah.

It's my opinion.

I apologize, Angela. Thank you.

But you might be able
to understand why
I was a little confused.

Because apparently, you're
not always against bringing
your personal life to work.

[ Man, Woman Panting, Moaning ]

Oh, my God.
'Cause what you're doing there
is extremely personal.

Yeah, extremely personal.

I'm seeing parts of you
and Hodgins I'd rather
leave to the imagination.

When did they put security
cameras in the storage area?

Who else has seen this?
So far, just me...

and a very
appreciative security guard.
Oh, my God.

- Well, you've made your point.
- Good. This is the only copy.

Do we get any points for this
occurring during lunch hour?

Which is, as you know,
personal time.

No. Fair enough.
I had to ask.

[ Francis ] Now, trust me.
I know what I'm talkin' about.

I know what I'm talkin' about.
You gotta know--

George Francis,
you're under arrest-- Ow!

for providing
restricted substances.
[ Brennan ] Whoa.

[ Handcuffs Ratchet ]
You said you were
just gonna talk.

I saw his face, and I got mad,
okay? You have the right
to remain silent.

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

So this is a pretty good time
to probably tell us that you
killed R.J. Manning.

Save us all a whole
hell of a lot of time.
Why would I kill R.J.?

Why would I kill
the golden goose?
He wasn't a goose.

He was a man.
He give you steroids too, Colby?

No, he was just trying to get me
into free student housing.
Colby, tell Cutler, okay?

Just tell him what's goin' on.

He was with Colby?

Uh-huh.

Colby's like a son to me.
Well, he's about to become
my son-in-law.

You don't care that
Colby's not a star like R.J.?

As a man, sure, I'd rather
it be R.J. Manning.
But as a father?

Colby'll make a much better
husband to my daughter.

Was it worth it?

You walk like a man
decades older than you are.

You never got to play
in the pros.

Your wife left you
because you didn't turn out
to be the star she married.

It's not like I was
a lot of fun to be around
when the cheering stopped.

- You two don't
pull any punches, do you?
- Mm-mmm.

-I'll tell you what else I know.
You'd do it all over again.
-That doesn't make any sense.

- [ Chuckles ]
- [ Brennan ] Jocks.

You understand each other,
but your priorities
are completely skewed.

Ignore Dr. Brennan, okay?
She's unreasonable
on the subject.

He won't admit
to the steroid thing.

- Plan "B"?
- Plan "B."

- What's Plan "B"?
- Convince him if he doesn't
admit to the steroid thing,

then he's confessing to murder.

We, uh, jocks will
take care of this one.

I'm looking at
a cockroach's leg?

- Technical term is "tarsus."
- [ Computer Beeping ]

Are they usually blue like that?
No.

He stepped in an amalgam
of fats, waxes, oil
and calcium dye.

Lipstick.
R.J. Manning wore blue...

lipstick? The lipstick wasn't
found on his lips.

You know what I mean?
Yes, thank you.

You sure? Yes, Dr. Hodgins.

[ Angela, Hodgins
Panting, Moaning ]

Angela? Yeah?

You know, this is pretty good.

I mean, usually with
these things, you think,

"God. More yoga, less carbs."
You know? But... this ain't bad.

You might wanna
turn the volume down.

Yeah, thanks.

You're gonna believe
some kid takin' steroids...

over the best friend
this college ever had?
Of course.

Why?
Because, George, if you and R.J.
argued about steroids--

say, he wanted more and you
were sayin' no-- that would
explain why he hit you.

[ Booth ]
Yeah, you know, 'roid rage?

[ Laughs ]
I never provided steroids
to anybody.

Okay, you know what
I gotta do here, right?

Let me reason with him
one more time.

Here's what's gonna happen,
George.

If you don't admit
to providing the steroids,

Agent Booth is going
to arrest you for murder.

- That's ridiculous.
- Really? 'Cause you got
a great motive.

- What motive?
- R.J. Manning
admitted to you...

that he was gonna
fess up to Coach Morse
that he was on 'roids.

- You panicked and killed him.
- Now, who's gonna
fall for this?

Oh, the grand jury.

R.J. hitting me had nothing
to do with steroids.

Agent Booth needs more than
your assurance on that, George.

All right.

R.J. and I had a deal, and he
wanted to break that deal.

You signed him up, didn't you?
Illegal as hell.

But George had R.J. sign
with him for representation
in the NBA. Huh?

NBA salary,
merchandising rights.
Signature shoe?

And R.J. wanted out, right?

Cars, apartments, providing for
his family? I deserve a little
return on my investment.

Is R.J. the only one
that you had a deal with?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Huh? Who else?
Colby? Huh?

Colby's a nice kid,
but he's never goin' pro,
Cutter.

Now, I didn't kill R.J. Manning.

There's no point to it.
I had a legally binding
contract with him.

You rat bastard! Come on.

If you don't arrest him
for that 'roid thing, I will!
All right. I got him.

I will. I got it.

This is saliva I found
in Manning's shorts.

I also found pre-seminal fluid.
What does that mean?

Are you serious?

Well, I know it means he had
an erection, but what does
the erection mean?

That he was sexually stimulated.

I know that. Healthy,
post-adolescent males...

experience 11 to 20
erections every day,

any number of which
produce pre-seminal fluid.

Yes, but do those erections
produce saliva? No.

Cam's a doctor, honey.
That was an amusing
rhetorical question.

Zack also found this
in the victim's hair.

What, semen?
No, esophageal mucous--
commonly known as a loogie.

- Someone spat at the victim?
- Should I paint you a picture?

No.

Traces of pre-seminal fluid
and saliva inside
the basketball shorts...

suggests oral sex, during which
the victim did not ejaculate.

Or perhaps he was killed
before ejaculation.

I don't want to get
graphic or anything,
but wouldn't it be difficult...

to simultaneously bash someone's
head in while servicing him?
Talk about multitasking.

Which means
there might have been
a witness to this murder.

According to a cockroach I know,
she might've been wearing
blue lipstick.

Hmm.

We have been assuming
that the victim
was conked on the head...

and then dragged under
the bleachers and compressed.

I see. Two people involved--
victim and murderer.

- I see.
- But now we could have
a three-person situation.

I see. Victim, murderer
and victim's special friend.

And you need what from me?

Any information
you might have...

that could lead us to either
the special friend
or the murderer.

You might be interested
in these crystalline deposits.

Oh. What is that?

- [ Zack ] Bacteria
crystallized postmortem.
- Gonorrhea bacteria?

And we're back
to R.J.'s special friend.

If only we could
figure out who she is.

Hmm, you might want
to ask Edward Dekker.

This is from R.J. Manning,

And this... is from
Edward Dekker-- same strain.

The members of this team
are very close.

[ Young Man ]
Oh, yeah! Baby alert!
You can wait outside, Bones.

Are you still angry at me
for saying that athletes
are emotionally stunted?

[ Young Man #2 ]
Hey, baby, I know you want--
Of course not. Hey.

Hey, hey, I talk to you,
Ed, for a second?

All I did was pee in a cup for
Jimmy Fields. All of a sudden
this is a federal case?

Turns out he has the clap.
Exact same strain as you.

Wait. You think
I had sex with R.J.?

- I don't know. Did you?
- No!

- Then why'd you bring it up?
- You brought it up.
All I did was pee in a cup.

- Why?
- Because Jimmy's a teammate
and he asked me to.

I would've done it
for any of my bros.

- How'd this boy
get into college?
- Basketball.

Hey, look, I don't think
I can be discussin' sexual
topics with her lookin' at me.

- Why?
- Because you're hot
and I'm naked.

[ Laughs ]
Okay, maybe you should
just go stand over there.

- Wha-- Because he's shy?
- Look, maybe you didn't notice,

but, uh, I got no reason
to be shy.

Obviously, he can't concentrate,
so either cover your eyes
or stand over there.

Okay.

Yeah-- I'll just--
I'll be right here.

Hey, man, she's smokin'.

All right, now, listen, Ed.
I need to know if you and R.J.
had sex with the same girl.

Definitely.

Okay, who?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

Well, look, there are girls who
like to have sex with basketball
players-- "B" bunnies.

"B" bunnies. Right, yeah. Yeah.

Look. I'm not sayin' me and R.J.
ever crossed swords or anything.

- Yeah.
- But we were definitely takin'
shots at the same hoops.

Right, um-- You wear condoms?

- Always, yeah.
- You got the clap.

- Right.
- So who didn't you
wear a condom with?

- [ Groans ]
- Attaboy.

Now you're using
your whole brain. Come on.

[ Sighs ] All right, look.
I got a name in my head, okay?

But there's no way R.J. Manning
ever tapped that.

The name, Ed. I need the name.

[ Whispers ]
Okay. My poli-sci tutor,
Justine.

Hot not.

All the bad decisions you made,

and the one thing you're
ashamed of is having sex
with a "not hot" girl?

- What are you doing?
- What?

I know I have gonorrhea.
I'm being treated for it.

[ Booth ]
Well, where'd you get it?

[ Sighs ] They asked me the same
thing in Health Services.
Could've been a couple places.

Well, you're a smart girl.
Why didn't you wear a condom?

I do... most of the time.

You know what? I made a mistake.
She is not a smart girl.

This is a terrible university.
[ Mutters ]

Do you ever wear
bright blue lipstick?

Why? Is there some kind
of link between the clap
and blue lipstick?

Let's discuss Ed Dekker.

Okay, yes.

I gave gonorrhea to Dekker.
Are you gonna arrest me?

We know that R.J. Manning
had the exact same strain.

[ Booth ]
Did you give it to him too?

I mean, do you have
some sort of hate-on
for the entire basketball team?

[ Sniffling ]

R.J. gave it to me.
Then he wouldn't
even talk to me.

So I gave it to Ed Dekker
for revenge.

Like, you know, let R.J. know
I was still alive.

Those guys all talk,
compare their conquests.

You have a key to the bleachers.

I didn't kill R.J.
I'm not that nuts.

- We need a sample
of your D.N.A.
- Why?

Because just before
he was killed,

R.J. was having sex with someone
who may have seen his murderer.

[ Sniffling ]
You've got my snot,

my tears and my hair.

Knock yourself out! Just--

I don't understand.
R.J. Manning, I guess,

broke her heart and a bit
of her brain in the process.

Justine Berry's not the one who
left her saliva or her lipstick
on the victim's privates.

Okay, I'll help, but I
do not want to be known as
the makeup expert around here.

You found blue lipstick.
"Chakra by Zensual."

"Zen" plus "sensual."

Chakra. Chak-ra.
Rah as in "rah-rah,"
as in "rah-rah, sis-boom-bah."

Okay, you started off in
English, but I have no idea
where you ended up.

This is a promotional line...

marketed specifically
to high school and college
cheering squads,

tailored to their team colors.

Ah, Atlantic State Jaguars.
R.J. Manning was under
those bleachers...

gettin' lipsticked
by a cheerleader.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

♪ [ Alt Rock: Man Vocalizing ]

♪ [ Man Singing, Indistinct ]

Do you know why
we're doin' this? I can guess.

We found evidence that
one of the cheerleaders...

might've been with R.J.
before he died-- sexually.

I know what "been with" means.

You know, the D.N.A. will,
uh, tell us if it was you.

It wasn't.

- Why isn't she upset?
- Oh, please.

Oh, I get it.
You think because R.J.
compulsively played around,

I might've lured him
to his death or something?

Wow, she's smart. Mmm.

[ Booth ]
Well, do you want to pick out
anyone in particular here?

Did you see R.J.--
before he was dead, I mean?

He was a very good-looking guy.

You factor in his sex drive
and how he played?

Half these girls have done him.
Hell, he even did
the towel girl.

All right, do you know
about Justine Berry?

R.J. liked girls--
all kinds of girls.

- I'm just one kind.
- Hmm. Which kind is that?

The permanent kind.

You plan to live like that?

R.J. came home to me.

That's the way
it would've stayed.

From his crappy
student apartment...

to the giant mansion
he would've gotten.

[ Woman, Indistinct ]

Is she crying because
she loved him or because
she lost a mansion?

[ Mouthing Words ]

She made the decision
to hang on to him by...

letting him have sex with
any other woman he wanted.

That sounds extremely rational.
That's what's confusing.

Well done.

The idea that one person
can be all things
to another person--

satisfy every need,
or even more than one--

is sentimental and mawkish.

There are indentations here.

[ Device Buzzing, Beeping ]

[ Zack ]
Alphanumeric-- "Z" and "S."

It's an imprint.
Uh, it's backwards.

[ Typing ] [ Zack ]
The numerals two and five.

Twenty-five.

Twenty-five pounds.

An imprint from free weights.

Our unknown female
either meets or lures R.J.
under the bleachers.

Lures?
We're pretty sure the girl
didn't actually kill R.J.,

but that doesn't mean
that she wasn't bait.

I got somethin'-- blood spatter.

Uh, it was wiped,
but it's definite.

Looks like we have
our murder weapon.

D.N.A. evidence is in.
The blood on the weight
is definitely R.J.'s.

What about the saliva
and the sputum?

The loogie.
I know about loogies.

Two things about the saliva.

One is that it did not come
from the same person
who provided the loogie.

So the person who serviced R.J.
is not the same person
who spat on him.

Two, we got a partial match
on the saliva from
one of the cheerleaders.

[ Booth ] Celeste Cutler.

You think Colby and I
plotted to kill R.J. Manning?

Celeste, you lured R.J. Manning
under the bleachers,
and you kept him busy.

- Kept him busy how?
- Evidence shows she was
performing oral sex on him.

Which gave you time
to bash his head in.

But you made one mistake.
One.

Look, I haven't done anything.

We will match this D.N.A.
to the sputum found
at the scene.

- What?
- You hawked
a loogie on him, kid.

- You killed him
and you spat on his face.
- Look, God is my witness.

That never happened.

[ Knocking ]

Sorry to interrupt,
but you really need to see this.

- [ Brennan ]
Tox screen profile?
- [ Saroyan ] All 13 S.T.R.'s.

Thanks.

We got a hit on code "S"
from the D.N.A. on the,
uh, hawked loogie.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Booth, Brennan Whispering,
Indistinct ]

[ Booth ] Hey, Chief.

If I hadn't have spat on
that son of a bitch, you never
would've caught me, right?

- Well, Celeste
might've told us.
- She doesn't know.

I came in and...

saw my little girl--

saw her with R.J.--

[ Crying ]
doin' what she was doin'.

She heard me and took off.

None of the girls
could resist R.J.

Kid had it all.

Magic boy.

You know what else he had?
The clap.

And he knew that when he took
my daughter underneath the--
[ Sobbing ]

Oh. He's got a gun, Bones.

I need you to leave now.

Don't worry.
It's not you I intend to shoot.

[ Sighs ] There's no way
"Cutter" Cutler kills himself.

No way "Cutter" Cutler
goes down without a fight.

- What are you doing?
You want him to shoot at you?
- [ Quietly ] Go.

[ Footsteps Departing ]

[ Sniffling ]
I was just like him, you know?

[ Door Opens, Closes ]
Under these same bleachers,
in fact.

I was as bad as him.

You wouldn't understand.

We were all like that.

It changes your life.
You-- You see your little girl.

It's a different perspective.

People are gonna understand
the action that you took, okay?
I do.

Hey, man,
you're "Cutter" Cutler.

Lowest assist
in turnover ratios.

Huh? Twelve triple-doubles
in your last season.

Nobody could change direction
in the open court like you, man.

[ Cocking ] Nobody.

No.

Do it now.
Just change direction again.

"Cutter" Cutler died
a long time ago.

I'm just puttin' him away.

[ Brennan ] Uh!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Ow.

All right.

[ Crying ]

Your hand hurt? A little.

♪ [ Man Singing Pop,
Indistinct ]
So, jock mentality, teams--

Not all bad, huh? Why are you
telling me this?

'Cause you said we're
all stunted adolescents...

who take children's games
too seriously.

I never meant you.

- Bones.
- What?

- Bones, I'm one of those guys.
- No, you aren't.

You don't play
at being a warrior.
You are a warrior-- every day.

You're definitely-- [ Sighs ]
a fully developed man.

♪ Swept away by the tide ♪

Okay, okay. You leave the tip.

Even Cutler
knew you were lying...

when you said
you treated women like that
under the bleachers.

- Oh, and you believe him?
- Yes.

Because you still remember
that first girl's name.

[ Slurps ]

[ Slurping ]

Let's go.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

What's that mean?