All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E13 - The Girl in the Gator (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

BOOTH:
Florida? Today?

-Is that work?
-Yeah.

Hot, fun,
Miami, Florida

or sticky, you know,
swampy Florida?

You're welcome.

-What's going on in Florida?
-Wait a second.

-What flight?
-[ice cream truck music plays]

Hold on for a second,
I can't hear you.

Enough with the song already,
all right?!

I'm doing business here.
Deal with it!

Hold on for a second.

-Wait, now my pen's out of ink.
-Here.

You know, hold on,
you know.

I can't hear
anything!

The kids love the music.

Well, I don't
see any kids.

The music
attracts them!

Did you say "the Everglades"?

Look, I can't hear anything
because of this insane music!

[gunshots, people screaming]

You shot my clown!

Okay, flight number?

-Move out of the way!
-Hey, hey, hey!

-He shot my clown!
-BOOTH: Okay. Thanks.

Okay, we're all set.

That was not good.

BRENNAN: I thought you said
you'd be down

on the next flight.

BOOTH: I haven't met
with the shrink yet.

What shrink?

Well, the department
psychiatrist

has to sign a piece
of paper saying,

you know, that I'm not nuts

before I get my gun back.

So I got an appointment
tomorrow.

Great. Now I have to break in
this Agent Sullivan.

Wait, wait, Sully's a great guy.

Okay? And for your information,
you never broke me in.

I think that's him.
Okay, I'll talk to you later.

[sighs]

Dr. Brennan?

-Agent Sullivan?
-Uh-huh.

Name's Eugene.

Oh, okay, Eugene.

No, not me. I'm Sully--
short for Sullivan.

Well, then who's Eugene?

MAN: Eugene's been
king of this swamp

for as long as I can remember.

Broke my heart
to have to shoot him.

Is there an actual human victim?

-Inside Eugene.
-He ate somebody?

Damn spring-breakers
think it's a real kick

to come down here and drink beer
with the big fella.

I just chased off a bunch
of 'em, and there was Eugene

in the middle of the swamp,
gulping down somebody's arm.

Someone from the group
of kids you chased off?

No. No, gators
don't eat fresh kills.

They drown their prey, then
they stuff it down underwater

to tenderize for a few weeks
before they can eat 'em.

Okay, why don't you
drag the rest

of the swamp
for any additional remains.

I'll check Fort Lauderdale
missing persons.

-You, start cutting.
-No.

Well, isn't that what you do?

Any potential remains

are far too sensitive
to be retrieved here.

[chuckles] Okay, well, where...
where do you suggest?

My lab at the Jeffersonian.

The whole gator?

I'll handle transport.

You're gonna need a big crate.

[chuckles]
And a lot of ice.

Okey-doke.

Well, if you're doing this,
then there's a boat for sale

that I'd like to check out.

BRENNAN:
A boat?

Booth helps.

Because Booth can't relax.

There's something metal in here.

[grunts]

Aha.

Don't you have a boat to buy?

♪♪

I knew it was a gator,
Brennan told me it was a gator,

and yet... wow.

Definitely
confirms one thing:

We have the
coolest jobs ever.

Look at all these teeth.

ADDY:
Step away, please.

There are 80 in total.

Note the conical shape.

"Step away, please"?

Just because you have
a doctorate now,

does not mean I won't use you
as a swizzle stick.

SAROYAN: Animal foot.

-Possibly a rabbit.
-Not so lucky

for either of them.

[sighs]

Frog.

Yummy.

Do I hear music?

[faint pop music playing]

[Latin pop music
playing loudly]

[music stops]

Hey, I liked
that song.

What do you think, Zack?

Definitely a human foot.

Lovely.

Dr. Wyatt.

[British accent]
Ah, Agent Booth, is it?

-Yes. Gordon. Gordon Wyatt.
-Right, you the shrink?

Shrink, yes,
meaning, uh, psychiatrist.

That's great, Doc.
How's about you

just sign
my piece of paper here,

-and I'll get back
to work, all right?
-Certainly.

No, no, I have a pen.
I have a pen.

Um, do you mind if I ask what
exactly it was that you did?

Yeah, I shot a truck.

Ah, full of terrorists,
no doubt,

or plutonium

or fleeing felons, was it?

Nah, it was an ice cream truck.

Do you have a good reason
for firing on it?

Yeah, the music,
it was bothering me.

-Ah.
-Yeah, there was a speaker

in a clown's mouth.

Yeah, I just pulled out
my gun, you know, and...

[imitates gunshots]

It was gone.

So the FBI sent you to me
because you shot a clown?

-Not a real clown.
-I suggest

you cogitate
on the underlying reasons

-you shot that clown
while I make us some tea.
-What?

Cogitate?

Tea?

The depth of
these bite marks...

very impressive.

One torn pair
of jeans.

One red linen blouse,
size two.

And one platform wedge.

Made it all the way
to the lower intestine.

Florida FBI just beamed over
names of recent missing persons.

We'll need dental records.

[Saroyan chuckles]

-Sully.
-Cam.

Look at you, in charge
of Moon Base Alpha here.

And you're still a G-man.

What happened to that restaurant
you were gonna open?

Or was it a... petting zoo?

Well, I'm keeping myself open
for the perfect opportunity.

I tried out a beautiful boat
in Florida.

But he made it back to shore.

HODGINS: Victim is female,
in her late teens,

eliminating three of
your missing persons
right here.

So cause of death?

SAROYAN:
For the gator?

We have these
.45-caliber slugs.

As for the girl,

so far, we got the gator.

[chuckles]
Okey-doke. Well, um...

I am gonna go
grab a slice,

so give me a call
when you got an I.D.

Her name's Judy Dowd.

Shouldn't you at least look at
the X-rays before deciding that?

Says right here

she had surgery to repair
a cleft palate at age two.

The bone graft is here.
She was a...

freshman at Virginia State.

Reported missing
three weeks ago.

MAN [sighs]:
An alligator?

Oh, my God.

When did you last see
your daughter, Mr. Dowd?

The day she left
with her friend

for spring break.

Her friend, uh...

Abigail Sims?

Abby.

Good kid.

I never should've let her go.

We found this among the remains.

DOWD:
This was her mother's.

Lainie died when Judes was 11.

It's just been
the two of us ever since.

Did you get any calls
from her while she was there?

Every day.

Any sign that
she was in trouble?

No.

She...

she sounded happy.

So happy.

[sniffles]

You are really English.

Oh, I don't know, I think
I've assimilated quite well.

Typical American house, right
down to the white picket fence,

a truck that's the, uh, what is
it, the heartbeat of America?

But tea, tea is, uh,

sacrosanct, thank you very much.

-Me, I'm a coffee drinker.
Listen, pal...
-You know,

in an effort to understand
your culture better,

I've been trying to embrace

this very American
practice

of preparing meat in the garden.

Barbecue.

Mm, it's a delightful
word, isn't it?

"Barbecue."

I think it's from
the Caribbean, barabicu,

which means a sort of
sacred fire pit.

Did you know that the Latin
for "hearth," though,

is "focus."
Isn't that revealing?

It's quite literally
the focal point

of every household.

The hearth, the heart. Huh?

-Interesting.
-I told the ice cream guy
I was sorry, all right?

I-I even bought him
a new clown head.

So just sign the paper.

I must apologize,

but I've got to go off and get
some ingredients for my mortar.

Um, why don't we reschedule?

We can't reschedule,
all right?

I got to get back to work!

Oh.

Well, in that case, um,

why not finish off, uh,
preparing this area here?

Could you do that?

All the specifications
are on the plans.

You are fit for physical labor,
aren't you?

I mean,
the clown didn't

return fire, did it?

[chuckles]
Well, what if I said

that the plastic clown
did fire back, huh?

Brilliant.
[chuckles]

Now, while I'm gone,
what I want you to do

is to consider what you were
really aiming at

when you drew a bead
on that unfortunate clown.

Hey, buddy,

when I aim
at something,

I hit it.

Precisely.

Anyway, I shan't
be long, Agent.

It's all on
the plans here.

I'll be back
before long, Agent.

See you then.

Do help yourself to
more tea, by the way.

YOUNG WOMAN:
Like I told the police,

me and Judy were just doing
the usual spring break stuff.

The whole night
was kind of a blur

until I woke up the next morning
at the hotel

and Judy wasn't there.

-She hadn't come back with you?
-I can't remember.

So why didn't you report it to
someone till later that night?

I thought maybe she'd hooked up.

Hooked up?

[quietly]
Hooked up?

Uh, with anyone in particular?

We met so many guys.

You know how it is.

I'm guessing that she doesn't.

Do you have any pictures
from that night, Abby?

No. The police
took most of them.

Uh, most of them?

There's a couple
on my personal Web page.

I didn't want them
showing poor Mr. Dowd.

Judy would never want him
seeing her like that.

Like... what?

Here's the spectrophotometric
evaluation on Judy Dowd.

Any results yet
on her tox screen?

No drugs, but her blood-
alcohol was sky-high.

.11, and...

Oh, dear.

-What?
-SPM reveals

hidden hematomas
in decomp'd tissue.

See this shaded
area here?

It indicates bruising
to her vaginal wall.

Meaning Judy was raped.

Or, at the very least,
subjected to some

extremely unpleasant
college sex.

With one of these
fine lads?

SAROYAN:
Without DNA, it's the
proverbial needle in a haystack.

Wait.

Our victim was an HSB?

Excuse me?

Hotty-Student-Body.com.

It's this website that
gets drunk college girls

from all over the East Coast
to take their clothes off.

I clicked on a pop-up,
got caught in a pornado.

What?

WYATT:
Oh, splendid.

So, it was your father

who taught you to
read plans, was it?

Wrong tree, Doc, okay?
Dad and I were tight.

Only, it's just that
earlier you said

that you weren't used
to drinking tea with men,

which suggests
to me that you're

usually pretty rigid in
your assignment of gender roles.

What? No, no, m-m-my
partner's a woman, okay?

A woman who needs my help.

Ah, but are you currently
involved with anyone?

Just broke up
with someone, okay?

Me. And I ended it.

And how long had you been
involved with her? Or-or him?

Her. Let's get that
straight, okay? Her.

Couple months this time.

This time?

We'd gone on-- We'd gone out
b-before a-a few years ago,

and, uh, you know,

we, uh...
I broke it up when,

uh, you know, my ex wanted
to give it another go.

Complicated.

[sighs]
Ah! That's it!

I shot the clown because

I can't let go of the women
in my life.

Ha! Thanks, Doc.

All right,
now I can go back to work,

and you can
sign the paper!

Excellent theory,
but quite wrong.

And we're out of time.

Tomorrow
all right for you?

[exasperated muttering]

[sighs]

We found a stab wound.

Let's see it.

It's more of a puncture, really,

hidden here among the bite
marks just below her scapula.

Angela doesn't like me
being her superior.

Because you're acting superior.

Which is what a superior is.

Don't be a horse's ass.

She's your friend;
that's all that matters.

These ridge marks
inside the wound look like

-the threads of a screw.
-We're trying to I.D.
the weapon.

Well, at the very least,
it proves

that Judy didn't stumble
into the swamp

and feed herself to Eugene.

That was my conclusion as well.

Okay.

And the hits keep coming.

Seems Judy Dowd
was raped and murdered.

No more rough college sex?

Now that we know
it's a murder,

I'm feeling a lot less
charitable.

[laughing, shouting]

[up-tempo music plays]

-BRENNAN: What is all this?
-Have a look.

Hotty Student Bodies rule!

It was shot in Fort Lauderdale
the same night Judy disappeared.

BRENNAN:
Who's that?

His name is Monte Gold.

Internet kingpin
and aspiring Hugh Hefner.

MONTENEGRO:
Monte has made millions
off of this site.

HODGINS:
He also paid out a million
in fines last year

for filming underage girls.

BRENNAN:
I wonder if he knows

you can't just pay a fine
if you murder someone.

-[dance music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

-Monte Gold?
-Uh-oh, grown-ups with badges.

-Lloyd!
-Hi. I'm Monte's producer,
Lloyd.

We've got, uh, shooting permits
and signed waivers.

-You know this girl?
-BRENNAN: She's on
your Web site.

Yeah, and a thousand more
like her.

Might as well ask a Chinese guy
to remember a grain of rice.

She's not a grain
of rice, sport.

She's dead.

Eddie, off! Cameras off!

-Go away, babies.
Come on, shoo, let's go.
-GIRLS: Aww.

What do you mean, dead?

Her name's Judy Dowd.

We found her in Florida
raped, murdered

and fed to an alligator.

And she's posted
on my Web site?

Lloyd, do you
know about this?

-How would I know?
-Get her off now, Lloyd.

-Now! Go!
-All right, all right.

Did you say an alligator?

LLOYD:
We never would have posted her
if we knew-- Monte is

-insanely careful.
-Not always, from what I hear.

But he learns
from his mistakes.

Now every I.D.
triple-checked for 18

before any girl signs
the waiver.

MONTE:
Idiot! You let her on my bus?

I didn't want to
be rude, Monte.

Off the bus.
Your boyfriend has no warrant.

You know,
anthropologically speaking,

you follow a very
ancient tradition.

Okay.

Entrepreneur?

Pimp.

Class is over.

Off the bus.

Here you go.

Follow His path,
learn His word.

You, too. Follow His path,
learn His word.

Uh-oh, there it is!

Another misguided waif

tumbles from
the Devil's sin-mobile.

-Excuse me?
-Uh, no!

-She's with me.
-Why are you winking?

I'm not with...
H-He's with me.

This is Isaac.

Isaac's with the Church

of the High Calling way
down in Eldon, Kansas.

ISAAC: Yeah, but let me
tell you something,

there is no
distance too great

to dissuade
these lost young women

from the grips
of Monte Gold's

carnal temptation.

Looks like you plan on
saving a lot of souls.

SULLIVAN:
Women like this?

Oh.

Uh-oh.

Who is she?

Huh? What did Monte do to her?

MONTE:
Give it a rest, Isaac.

MAN: Monte, hey, hey,
remember me?

I'm Alan.
I sent you, uh, my résumé.

-MONTE: Not now, man.
-Hey, hey.

-Look, I'm a great webmaster.
-Another sinner

about to throw his self
into Satan's hellfire, huh?

Shut up, freak!

MONTE:
Hey, hey, you come back,
I call the cops.

Get him out of here.
You'll never work for me, pal.

Has God even fed you today,
Isaac?

Okay, let's get you
a sandwich.

Eddie, make the preacher
some food, will ya?

-Yeah.
-What?

The wing nuts come
with the territory.

All right, let's quit
playing games.

What is it
you want to know?

Fort Lauderdale.

Lauderdale was
Lauderdale.

Partied that night,

gave some willing girls
their 15 minutes of fame,

and, uh, headed out to Daytona
for the next day's gig.

Any girls ride with you?

Much as I hate
to disappoint you, uh,

the fact is I'm not
"entertaining" like I used to.

Ah, getting too old
to exploit little drunk girls?

You seen the videos?
They exploit themselves.

Ready to roll
when you are, Monte.

Now they all want to be a Hotty
Body. Walk into a place,

and the shirts fly off, making
what used to be a rush kind of,

I don't know, mundane.

Because you objectify them.

You never see
what makes them human.

[scoffs] Man, you have
to spend all day with her?

Yeah, an actual woman.

You ought to try it sometime.

Video's off the site, there's
a copy of the girl's waiver.

-You know, I think
I remember this girl.
-You do?

Yeah, you remember, Lloyd.

We were leaving the Lauderdale
gig and you made a joke

about the bouncer
swapping spit with that girl?

That was this girl?

Pretty sure.

Oh, she was hot.

LLOYD:
Passed the two of them
playing tonsil hockey

in the doorway.

That bouncer was
a big dude, too.

And it's me you're harassing?

LLOYD:
Let's go, Eddie.

This waiver is a joke.

I mean, look
at Judy's signature.

She could barely
hold a pen.

Well, Florida Bureau's
gonna scoop up this bouncer

and call me back.

We need to get back
in that bus.

We need cause for a warrant.
[laughs]

You tell Mario that
he is still an artist.

-Sure thing.
-What is that?

Mm.

Only the finest sausage
and peppers on Earth.

Someday, I'm gonna turn it
into a franchise.

You want a bite?

I thought you
were buying a boat.

I am. Maybe I'll start
a charter service.

I can serve these
to the passengers, you know?

[Jamaican accent]
In Jamaica.

-Good.
-Mm.

The word is "great." Or...

maybe I'll manage a band,
you know?

They could play
on the boat, too.

So you don't...

you don't like being
an FBI agent?

Oh, sure, I-I do.
I just don't want it to be

the only thing I ever was.
[chuckles]

You're telling me
you're just gonna be

a bone lady your whole life?

I've spent years
studying anthropology.

Well, I got a degree,

but I'm not gonna
let it ruin my life.

I'm going back to the lab.

Mm, here.

Take one of these with you
back to that spaceship.

I'll call you when, uh,
we get our bouncer.

Mm. Mm.

Ah, Jamaica.

I can dig it, mon.

-Oh.
-Hi.

Um, do we have
a scheduled...

Uh, listen, I really need
to get back to work,

so why don't you give me one of
those clown restraining orders

and just sign my paper.

Have you had an insight, then,

-as to why you shot
at that clown?
-Yeah.

-[phone ringing]
-You know,
I have some insight.

It's right here.
That's my...

Bones calling, huh?
My partner.

Right? Yeah, Bones.

So when are you
coming back again?

What, aren't you playing nice
with Sully?

I'm just not sure
how serious he is about his job.

Oh, look, he's one
of the best, all right?

He just likes
to keep his options open.

I've noticed.

Listen, Bones, Sully,

he, uh, lost his partner about,
uh, a year ago, all right?

Something like that happens,
you just,

you hear that clock
on the inside

ticking just
a little bit louder.

So, uh, you know what,
you're in good hands.

Here he comes, so I gotta
go, gotta go, gotta go.

So...

All right, so maybe
I am a little irritable.

Why do you think
that might be?

Come on, look, don't they give
you, like, papers and files

and reports and...?

All right, um...

[exhales]

Me and my partner caught up
to this serial killer

by the name of Howard
Epps, and he died.

And whose fault was that,
yours or your partner's?

No, no, he jumped over that
balcony because of her.

[chuckles]
Sometimes I think he
had the right idea.

And where were you
when Mr. Epps fell?

Holding his arm.

No, that was before
he fell, surely.

What?

Well, Mr. Epps was dangling
from your arm before he fell,

at which point he was
no longer dangling but falling.

Attached to you, he was alive;
no longer attached, dead.

Well, I don't feel guilty
about that.

I mean,
Epps was a serial killer.

He tried to kill my partner
and he threatened my son.

I was glad when he hit
that pavement.

Do you think
about suicide often?

Suicide?

Me?
[chuckles]

No, no, never.

And yet you
sometimes feel

that Howard Epps
had the right idea

about jumping off that balcony?

It was a joke.

Okay? It was a joke.

Yes.

You do that a lot, don't you?

Makes me feel
such a bully for prying.

Well, we'll pick up
on this next time.

[sighs]

Increase magnification.

Please.

If you're ready.
I don't mean

to appear dictatorial,

-I just...
-I get it, Zack.

-Hey.
-So, what are we looking at?

Bits of gold foil
embedded deep

within bite marks along
the T-11 and T-12 vertebrae.

-Jewelry?
-More likely scenario has

the gator's teeth piercing
Judy's stomach.

Embedding whatever she
last ingested into her bone.

How would someone eat gold?

Not eat.

Drink.

Goldenrod.

-Goldenrod?
-It's this hundred-proof

cinnamon schnapps
that we drank in college.

It's infused with real
gold flakes, purely
for decadence's sake.

How did it taste?

Uh, it's way worse coming up,
I can tell you that.

She could've wandered
into bars we don't know about.

If we can find every place
that carries that stuff...

SULLIVAN [on phone]:
I don't think
we'll need to, Doc.

We've got our bouncer.

Of course, he denies all, but
his alibi just about buries him.

-Buries him how?
-Well, he said he
left work early

that night to get to his
other job:

giving midnight swamp tours
on his boat.

Sounds like a good job,
actually.

So he's admitted to knowing
the Everglades

like the back of his hand.

Which would not be smart
if he were in fact the killer.

Well, most of the killers
I know aren't all that smart.

The gold flakes are definitely
from the liquor we found
in her system.

And I remembered
something.

Monte and his harem.
So what?

Check out the caption:
"All the girls love
Monte's Gold."

MONTENEGRO: Now, granted,
there are plenty of bars

that carry this stuff, but...

But this could be
the probable cause we need

to search Monte's bus.

I'll get the warrant.

Bouncer's alibi checked out.

So Monte's minions were likely
just trying to throw us off.

Unbelievable, you people.

-What is it now?
-Hey, hey.

Cool your jets, Hef.

We just wanna
search your bus.

This is you, isn't it?

Please don't point
your finger at me.

I knew the first time
I saw you,

here comes another
feminist crusader

out to spoil some good,
all-American fun!

Ow! Get off. Get off.

BRENNAN:
It was self-defense;
he assaulted me.

Yes, he did.

Crazy bitch.
I'm calling my lawyer.

Here, you can read him this.

Now I just hope
we find something.

-[indistinct voices on video]
-BRENNAN: There.

That's not exactly
a smoking gun.

Can you prove
she drank it here?

I can try.

Okay, you can only admit
evidence that's in plain view.

Although, on this bus,
that could be DNA,

on virtually any surface.

That's an image.
Keep your eyes open

for a metal
screw-threaded thingy.

A what, now?

Judy's stab wound was probably

from a bolt of some kind
right through... here.

Oh, just inside
her scapula.

Yes, but...

most laymen refer to it
as a shoulder blade.

Well, I told you
I went to college.

I minored in kinesiology,

although this is the first time
I've used it to impress a lady.

What was your major?

Art history.

Um, I also got
a master's certificate

in sailing,
a pilot's license,

and I'm a certified EMT.

There's more,
but I don't wanna brag.

-[cell phone rings]
-Hold on.

Hi, Hodgins.

Judy Dowd wasn't killed at
the swamp where she was found.

Cryptosporidium on her clothes
came from saw grass, a plant

that doesn't even grow
in Eugene's swamp.

Where does it grow?

Pretty much everywhere else
in the Everglades--

but in terms of gator distance,

there's a saw grass marsh
two miles south,

where Alligator Alley meets
State Road 29.

All that from cryptosporidium?

Did I not mention the fresh
asphalt in Judy's shoe?

That intersection
was just repaved

about a month ago.

BRENNAN:
Very Interesting.

Thanks, Hodgins.

Hmm? What's interesting?

Ms. Montenegro?

I'm Bill Dowd,
Judy's father.

Oh.

Hi.

Um, I'm sorry.
How do you know me?

The FBI told me
that the Jeffersonian

was investigating Judy's murder.

I read your team's
biographies online,

-saw your picture.
-And you followed me here?

I'm sorry, I know
how that must look.

But I just...

need answers.

I need to know who
killed my daughter.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dowd,
there's nothing I can tell you.

I already know
about the Web site.

And this Monte Gold
son of a bitch.

The FBI told you about that?

Buddy from my job
found the video.

He thought I'd be embarrassed,

but all I care about
is what happened next.

Did this guy kill her?

I really can't
discuss the case.

The way he's pawing
at my girl on that video,

he's gotta be a suspect.

At... at this point, Mr. Dowd,

there are a lot of suspects.

But not many like him.

I mean,
do you trust him?

Do you think he's a good man?

No.

Of course not.

I find him repulsive.

Please...

I just gotta know.

Was it him?

I'm very sorry
about your daughter, Mr. Dowd.

There's nothing I can say.

I understand.

I shouldn't have put you
on the spot.

I'm sorry.

You lied about
the bouncer, Eddie.

-What?
-The bouncer in Lauderdale.

You never saw
him kissing

Judy Dowd the night
she went missing.

Really?

I was sure it was them.

Hey, you drive the bus,
too, don't you?

Yeah, so?

So you drove out of Lauderdale,

straight up the 95
to Daytona?

Is that what Monte said?

Yeah, straight up 95.

You sure about that?

Oh. No, uh, that's right,
there was, uh, construction.

We got detoured cross state

-on 75.
-Right, 75.

Isn't that Alligator Alley?

Yeah.

Come on, Eddie.

A girl is dead.

We didn't kill her.

But she was on your bus.

She had a few drinks.

You have sex with her?

No. No way.
I... was driving.

While Monte had
sex with her?

I guess.

You guess?
Was it consensual?

All I know is she
was drunk, all right?

Really drunk.

And when Monte
got done with her,

she came up by me,
wanted to get off the bus.

-Eddie, don't say anything.
-Where were you in all this?

Lloyd drives in front
of us-- it was just

-me and Monte on the bus.
-Shut up, Eddie.

Monte's lawyer says that
we don't have to talk

-to anybody until he gets here.
-He has nothing

to worry about--
no one's under arrest.

Why'd you let her
off the bus, Eddie?

I didn't want to.

It was really dark;
she could barely stand up.

Then Monte wanted her off.

He was pissed off.
She was crying...

-Eddie.
-He was gonna fire me if
I didn't.

LLOYD:
We owe Monte
a lot, okay?

The guy's been
really good to us.

And we knew that none
of us killed her.

Well, if you let her off the bus
in the middle of nowhere

in that condition,
you may as well have.

Look, when Eddie told me
where she got off the bus,

I went back there
and looked for her.

I must have driven
that road for an hour.

I figured she hitched
a ride back.

You figured. He figured.

Maybe Monte made
a bad call

in letting the girl off,
but she wanted off.

So he was just doing
what she asked.

Except for the sex part.

You know what?
You can't prove that.

I wouldn't bet against her.

So...

is Monte still in his office?

No. He had an appointment
back at the Iguana Club

up in Maryland.

Okay.

Ah. You know what?

-I'm in America. We're men.
-[exhales]

Let's drink coffee,
not tea, eh?

Oh, I say,
doing a marvelous job.

Thank you.
[sighs]

That's not coffee.

-Ah. What is it?
-I don't know
what the hell it is,

but it sure as hell
isn't coffee, Doc.

You tend to do things well,
don't you?

Make coffee,
build barbecue machines.

It's not really a "machine."

Solve crimes, raise a son,
love women.

Leave women.

Whatever you aim at,
you hit.

Is that bad?

By no means, no,
of course not.

-Except...
-Oh-ho, okay, here we go.

Let me have it, Doc.

Except it is indicative

of a need to control
your environment.

Again I ask, uh, is that bad?

No, of course not, no.

-Except...
-Except?

except when you shoot a clown.

You know, you make it sound
like he was walking around

making balloon animals.

For the most part,
your rebellions are small.

Rebellions?

Mm, the colorful socks,
the funky belt buckle.

They're a mechanism.

Quiet rebellions.

A way of asserting
your personal control

over a homogenizing
organization

like the FBI.

But shooting a clown
is not a quiet rebellion.

-[phone rings]
-Shooting a clown is

quite literally deafening.

-Booth.
-BRENNAN: Hey, it's me.

Yeah, hold on for a second.
Wait, why is it,

Doc, every time I answer
the phone you walk away?

Why do you answer the phone
knowing it'll make me walk away?

Yeah, you know what, Bones,
I gotta call you back.

Well, uh, is Sully for real?

-What?
-I just can't decide

whether or not
to take him seriously.

What, is he acting
unprofessional?

No, he's very
professional, it's just...

can he really do
all he says he can do?

Oh, you mean that whole
master carpentry thing?

Yeah, well, he made me
a dining room set last year.

-He's a carpenter as well?
-As well as what?

-[beeping]
-That's Sully calling right now.

We're, um--
We're doing, you know,

what we did.

Oh, you know,
I'll be back soon.

Okay.

I'll talk to you later.

So, maybe Monte can tell us

why he left the girl
on the side of the road.

Hey, there's
a store for rent.

Sausage and pepper shop?

That's funny.
Take my lead.

I know what I'm doing.
Didn't Booth tell you?

Yeah. Take my lead.

Wait, wait, wait.

That's his car.

[gun cocks]

Monte Gold?

SULLIVAN:
We found him in a pool of his
own blood outside his club.

It's the last thing
you said to Monte, Isaac.

"His judgment cometh,
and that right soon."

It's not even a Bible verse,
the judgment thing.

-It's a line from "Shawshank."
-Who's that?

Vengeance is Mine,
sayeth the Lord.

Look, if Monte's wicked deeds
cost him

his life, it was
the work of a hand
far mightier than my own.

And where exactly have
your hands been the
last five hours?

Working on my truck.
I got garage receipts
to prove it.

[phone rings]

Hey, Angela. What's up?

Hey. I, uh... I think that Ian
might have the wrong man.

What do you mean?

I made a mistake, Brennan.

I only wanted
to scare him.

I didn't go there to kill him.

But what he said...

Three words.

He only said three words
in his defense.

"She wanted it."

She didn't, Mr. Dowd.

That much
we do know.

Is there anyone
you want to call, sir?

No.

There isn't anybody.

There was Judy.

Just Judy.

SULLIVAN:
So this is the
culprit, huh?

Result of your metal
screw-headed thingy?

Zack managed to identify
this bone bruise.

Across posteriors
six through eight.

-Show-off.
-Okay,

I've got my weapons list
and visual aids,

courtesy of Angela.

Now, we know the
wound was caused

by a blunt steel dowel
with screw threads at the top.

Bruising around it is the rough
size and shape of a harmonica.

Now, theoretically,
the head of the weapon struck,

leaving the bruising,
but then broke.

Allowing the steel
dowel beneath

to be driven into Judy's back.

So possible weapons include...

a shovel handle
with steel shaft,

a golfer's wooden putter
with aluminum shaft...

Okay, a gear shifter?

That's an alloy gear shifter

with a grip-shaped handle.

This doesn't look like
it could cause the injury.

Unless it didn't
have a handle.

HODGINS:Yeah.

Though she'd probably not
have been killed standing up.

She'd have to have been
thrown down and then impaled.

Preacher man had one
of these in his truck.

With a tennis ball where
the handle should have been,

hiding the exposed
threads underneath.

And he follows
Monte everywhere.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Don't let us interrupt you,
Isaac.

I was praying
for His guidance

in bringing an end
to this harassment.

Yeah, well, he can't
answer them all, can he?

Where were you headed?

Home, if that's any
of your business.

Back to your church, huh?
I gotta tell you,

I wish I'd have called them
a little sooner about you.

-You did this? You called them?
-Yeah, you sure

you weren't headed back
to Florida?

Stop along Alligator Alley,
make sure you left nothing
behind?

-I don't even know
what you're talking about.
-Well, apparently, your church

kicked your hypocritical ass
out last year.

Something about you hitting on
young female parishioners.

Who-who-who told
you this, huh?

Hey, you can't get
in there!

A tennis ball
for a gear shifter.

Huh.

-Turn around, Isaac.
-All right.

Forgive them, Lord,

for they know not
what they do.

SULLIVAN: Yeah?
Well, what we do know is that

Judy Dowd was left drunk
and stumbling on Route 75.

And you following
Monte's bus

pulled over to
give her a ride.

Not a free one, apparently.

No, no, that's a lie.
I never even saw her.

Oh, so this isn't her blood
here? It's someone's blood.

How many of Monte's cast-offs
have you been with, Isaac?

Huh? Girls too drunk to know
before you picked up Judy?

BRENNAN: You went for it.
She rejected you.

Next thing you know
she's impaled on the shifter.

I may have picked her up,

but if I laid a hand,
it was to heal

and to ask
His redemption upon her.

Oh, man,

you are shameless.

She was drunk.

She went crazy.

Pushed me away and fell back.
It was an accident.

-You know, the Devil's work.
-BRENNAN: No.

No, that was the part where
you fed her to an alligator.

There should be a sense
of satisfaction

after solving a case, but...

most of the time I just...

[sighs]
I feel drained.

Yeah.

That's why you can only do
this job for so long.

Murders, death, corpses.

You do that your
whole life, and...

There's gotta be more, you know?

The sausage and pepper sandwich.

You gotta admit
it was good.

[both chuckle]

So, what do you and Booth
usually do now?

Is there a bar you go to?
A restaurant?

Pilates class?

There's a diner.

Ah.

Booth says the pie is the best.

Can I buy you a slice?

Sure.

I guess we're not working
together anymore.

Yes.

And since we have
no professional

obligations to each other,
I can ask you out.

Theoretically.

Theoretically.

Perhaps after a 24-hour
waiting period.

Why?

So the brain can adjust

to alternate perceptions
of each other.

I don't actually need it.

My brain adjusts
quite quickly.

[sighs]

[chuckling]

Oh... my... good...

-Lord!
-That's right!

How many bricks did
you use in the end?

You know, 180. Right?

So you can go sign away.

-What are those?
-Oh, those are two

beautiful prime rib eye steaks.

All right, being
the barbecue master that I am,

I thought I'd show you how
to barbecue, Doc.

Oh, but I don't
want to be shown.

I want to learn
by trial and error.

No, no, no, Doc.
Come on, listen,

it's better to learn
off hamburgers or sausages.

You know, those puppies
cost 50 bucks a pop.

Hm. You know, according
to the FBI reports...

there was no way you
could save Epps' life.

Your partner's report
says the same thing.

An FBI sniper on
the opposite roof

saw everything
through his scope.

According to all witnesses,

you have nothing to
feel guilty about.

Yeah, so?

So why in a fit of pique
did you endanger

innocent people in a public
thoroughfare by discharging

your firearm?

I'm a good shot.

I didn't put anybody in danger.

How many people have you killed?

-I lost count.
-Oh, you can remember

180 bricks, but not
how many lives you've taken?

Epps makes 50.

50 what?

50 kills.

But, Agent Booth,
you didn't kill Epps.

You tried to save him,
remember?

Or perhaps I'd better
put it as a question.

Did Howard Epps slip
from your grasp,

or did you release him?

Oh, come now, man,
it's a simple enough question.

Was he indeed
your 50th kill,

or did you just happen
to be there when he died?

I don't know.

A man like you, in control
of every situation,

and you don't know?

I don't know. I...

I had him,
and I lost him and-and...

something happened in between.

I don't know.

I believe you.

Because for a man
like you to admit

you don't know,
to relinquish control,

that could indeed
argue a disruption

in your self-view that
was large enough to...

motivate you to shoot a clown.

You know, I think we made
marvelous progress.

This is a place from which
we can certainly begin.

[sighs]
You know what?

I've changed my mind.

I would love you
to cook those steaks.

[exhales]

I can do that.

Medium rare, please, Mr. G-man.

I can do that.

What's that mean?