All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E09 - The Con Man in the Meth Lab (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Man ]
All right, cadets,
listen up!

What I'm cradling lovingly
in my arms...

is an M203 40-millimeter
canister launcher.

What's it for?
Cadet Williams.

- Tear gas!
- That's right.

Thatis a meth lab.
Our boys took it three days ago.
How do you think they did that?

- Tear gas!
- Wrong!

And that
is why we are here.

I'm gonna demonstrate for you
why we don'tfire tear gas...

into a meth lab.

[ All Gasping ]

[ Projectile Whistling ]

[ Murmuring, Chattering ]

We're gonna need a--
um, a fire extinguisher.

Then maybe some sort of...

trauma counselor.

[ Chuckling ]
Hey, sorry I'm late.

Well, according to Sweets,
chronic lateness is a way
of asserting control.

- That's right.
- So you believe that?

No. I figured there was traffic
or something kept you at work.

Exactly. Work.
Work, Bones. Okay?

I was putting the final
touches on a case...

that's about to propel me
into F.B.I. legendary status.

Ah, the big RICO case
that...

I'm not supposed
to know anything about.

- Why don't I know about this?
- It's top secret.

- But you told Dr. Brennan.
- She's my partner, okay?
Indictments any minute.

Followed by a pay raise,
possible parade and, most
definitely, my face on a coin.

-Just in time for your birthday.
-Which I will be
spending in Hawaii.

Huh?
Look at that.Mmm.

[ Chuckles ]
Shark adventures. [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Sharks?
- Oh, I really wish
you wouldn't--

- Booth.
- answer your phone.

Jared? Oh, God.
Give me that.

- That's his brother.
- Booth has a brother?

Sounds good.
I'll see you then.

- Don't feel bad.
I've never met him either.
- At least you knew he existed.

[ Cell Phones Ringing, Buzzing ]Yeah.

Okay.
That's enough for today.

Because obviously
you have to go look at
some horribly dismembered...

human remains.

[ People Chattering ]

Any idea how the body
got in there?

I guess anyone could've done it
anytime in the last three days.

Male, 45 to 50 years old.
Do we know where the rest
of the remains are?

Yes. One leg is over there,
the other is over there,
and the arm is over there.

- Did I kill this man?
- No.

[ Exhales, Trembling ]
Okay.

This man was shot
in the chest.

- Would you be at all upset
if I had a little cry?
- Yeah. Take your time.

[ Murmuring ]
Thank you.

What's that there
on the inside of his pocket?

This man was obviously
some kind of technical designer
or engineer.

A squint, huh?
One of your own.

So these are from the notebook
found in our victim's
windbreaker?

Blueprints,
schematics, sketches.

Automatic toilet scrubber.
Huh.

It's like those
little vacuum cleaners
that move around on their own.

Things in a toilet bowl
should not move.

Look at this.
This is a-- a snow shovel
with an attached heating device.

Wow. Our victim
was an inventor.

[ Clears Throat ]

- Clark, hey!
- Oh, God. Here we go.

Really,
you came back, huh?

You said you didn't want
to work with us anymore.

No. I said my preferred
working style tends towards
the professional.

See my tie?
That's an indicator.

Mm-hmm. So why'd you
come back then?

Because this is the finest
forensics facility
in the world.

You want to fight MiGs,
you fly MiG Alley, right?

A Korean War
reference?

You do know that we have
a brand-new war, right?
It's been in the news.

I got a form letter here
from the patent office.

Good work.

Aren't you the least bit curious
about whether Hodgins and I
are back together or not?

And notwork.
Am I the only one that
can tell the difference here?

Is there a name
on that letter? No.

But there's a patent
application number.
We can find out who filed it.

Coleoptera just started feeding
on the Diptera larvae, meaning
our victim died three days ago.

Thank you.

Aren't you impressed
that Angela and I can still
work together so well?

Uh, there's no
obvious exit wound.

Well, that suggests
a .22 or .25 caliber.
I'll keep my eyes open.

Multiple points of possible
antemortem inbending
with concomitant fracture.

These abrasions
are patterned.

Repeated blows
with a perforated surface?

Camille?[ Beeping ]

Jarhead!

[ Both Chuckle ]

It's really you.Jarheads are marines.

I'm a lieutenant commander
in the navy.
Not an acceptable mistake.

He's getting so big. Soon he'll
be wanting a later curfew
and a car of his own.

Jared, this here is my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.
That back there is a squint.

- Bones, this is
my little brother.
- Bones.

- Dr. Brennan.
- Oh, it is nice
to meet you, Jarhead.

I can see
the family resemblance.

Your facial structure is even
more symmetrical than Booth's.

Is she coming on to me?No. It's just
the way she talks.

- Right.
- So, the Pentagon, huh?

- You're looking at the new head
of Strategic Plans and Policy.
- Basically, he runs the place.

- So, uh, Cam, Jared has
a favor he'd like to--
- I can ask my own favor.

Okay, go ahead.

There's a cocktail party
tonight. I'm in need of
a beautiful woman on my arm.

Preferably a very smart one.

- I'm quite intelligent.
- No.

Uh, it's not that
you're not intelligent.
I mean, you are intelligent.

- I would be delighted.
- Hey, I got a hit on
the patent application.

It was filed by
somebody named Paul Stegman.
I've got an address there.

Whoa. There's more
than one Booth?

[ Clears Throat ]I'm Angela Montenegro.

Jared Booth.Hi.

Okay, Jared, Bones and I
have to work on a case, so--

Yeah, no problem.
I will grab a cab and
get settled into my new place.

It was very nice
to meet you all.

- And, Cam, I will pick you up
at your place, say 7:00.
- Sounds good.

Are you thinking of
leaving lesbianism behind?

I prefer not to be
labeled, okay?

Well, since you were last here,
Angela ran into
her ex-girlfriend,

who is now her
ex-ex-girlfriend.

Well, the only "ex"
I care about are X-rays.

- Right.
- Apologize for the pun.

Yeah. Don't give up
your day job, kid.

Okay, Bones, what do you say we
go solve a murder, huh? Come on!

The remains are those
of a man in his 50s, bearded.

5'10",
approximately
195 pounds.

That matches the description
of my father.

Was the, um, victim
wearing a blue windbreaker
with yellow piping?

- Yeah. That-That's--
That's my windbreaker.
- He borrowed it, Paul.

One of your notebooks
must've been in the pocket.

- When was the last time
you saw your father?
- Uh-- Uh, three days ago.

Was he drunk?
He used to go on binges.

Lily.

Uh, how often
did your, uh, father go
on these drinking binges?

- We don't really know.
- Jim had just come back
into our lives.

- He said he quit drinking.
- He walked out on me
and my mom when I was a kid.

His father wrapped his car
around a tree drunk driving.

- Paul was injured
and so was his mom.
- He broke both his legs.

- But as soon as he
got crutches, he was gone.
- How did he find you again?

There was an article
about me in this magazine.
Dad read it, called me.

Said he had cleaned up his act,
wanted to reconnect, so we
invited him to stay with us.

- Did your father have
any run-ins recently?
- Was my father murdered?

We... think it may be
foul play, yes.

Mrs. Stegman?

The day before
your father disappeared,
I came home from school.

I teach fifth grade.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
I saw Mike leaving the house.

- He looked upset.
- Who's Mike?

Mike Campbell. We used
to be business partners,
but we're still friends.

Your dad said he caught Mike
taking something
from your workshop.

We loan each other tools
all the time. I bet Dad
just didn't understand that.

Well, I'm gonna
need Mike's number.

[ Booth ]
So there, is it true
that you borrowed his tools?

What? I didn't
borrow anything.

Well, then, Mr. Campbell,
what were you doing
at the Stegman house?

- I went to confront his dad.
- About what?

When I get stuck on one
of my projects, I like to do
a little off-track betting.

Making predictions
based on statistical models
clears my head.

- Makes complete sense.
- Yeah.

So, uh, that day, I go in,
and there's Paul's dad.

He's placing bets
and taking hits off of a flask.

Indicating that he hadn't
really stopped drinking.

I confronted him,

and then the old geezer
slammed me against a wall and
told me to mind my own business.

- So then you left?
- That's right.

But then he disappeared,

so I figured why should I
spoil Paul's last memories
of his old man.

Mm-hmm.Your inventions are much more
industrial than Paul Stegman's.

Yeah.
That's why we stopped
being partners.

Paul's more into toys
and gadgets.

Oh, that is part
of a pressurized
industrial sieve.

It has applications
in the sewage industry.

This grating could've caused
the damage to Jim's face.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

- Booth.
- Did you catch the murderer?

- [ Brennan ] We subpoenaed
a possible murder weapon.
- Not a bad day's work.

More important
than catching a murderer,
I'm dateless tonight.

What happened to Cam?

Oddly, I think
it's more important
to catch this murderer.

I'm working.So who else you got for me,
Seeley?

- What am I, your pimp?
- Don't think
I'm not appreciative.

Clark has everything
under control, so I could go.What?

- Why, thank you.
- No.

[ Stammering ]
Wait. This is Bones, right?

Not some ugly F.B.I. woman
with a mustache.

- I don't have
a mustache, Jared.
- Seeley, would you mind?

Hmm? No.
Why would I mind?
It's all right.

- Which means this is
a great time to hang up.
- Mm-hmm.

What did you find?

It's what I didn't find
that's interesting.

You have got to be
kidding me.What?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing, nothing, Dr. Brennan.
I just didn't know
that you were so--

[ Clears Throat ]
The murder victim was...

supposed to be
a long-term heavy drinker,

yet his bones show no signs
of alcoholic osteoporosis.

There's no damage
to the cancellous structure
of the long bones either.

Furthermore, he was supposed
to have broken his legs...

in a car accident
approximately 25 years ago.

There's no signs
of remodeling. No.

- These legs were never broken.
- We misidentified the victim.

He is not
Paul Stegman's father.

No.

♪♪ [ Orchestra: Jazz ] [ Guests Chattering ]

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

Thank you, General.
Appreciate it.

Will you gentlemen
excuse me for a second?

Sure.Okay.

Champagne?Thank you.

Don't tell me.
You're sorry you came.

No, not at all.

It is not often that I get
to observe people this powerful
in a relaxed situation.

Don't be fooled.
It's a school of piranhas
in here.

[ Both Laughing ]

You're good at this.
They listen to you
when you speak.

You want to know
the secret?

You have
an incredibly beautiful,

incredibly intelligent
scientist/novelist...

sitting alone,
waiting for you
to bring her a drink.

Nah,
that was too corny.Definitely.

I was thinking
how Booth would be bored
at a function like this.

This kind of event
would make Seeley
very nervous.

I don't mean he's incapable.
My brother's very, very capable.

It's just--
It's like Seeley's
afraid of success.

He stays
in his comfort zone.
It drove our dad nuts.

Really?Maybe that's what made him
a good sniper.

He doesn't like to be visible
above the ridgeline,
so he keeps his head low.

Instinct.

Me, on the other hand,
well, I cannot help
but run that ridge.

Can you give me
an example?

I bet you Seeley
never took that risk.

Nope.

[ Laughs ]To a good night?

Yes. So far.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

I found a match
for our victim's D.N.A.
on the felony database.

[ Booth ]
Have you seen Bones
yet this morning?

No. I think she and Jared
had a late night.

Open the attachment
I just sent you.

Okay.
Anthony Pongetti.

Multiple fraud convictions.

[ Cam ]
That's our victim.

Right.

So-- [ Sighs ]
Pongetti pretends
to be Stegman. Why?

Reads that article in
the Inventorand figures
there's something to cash in on?

You know, Bones
never gets in this late.

- You're the one who said you
didn't mind them going out.
- [ Exhales ] Bye.

- Special Agent Booth?
- Look at that. A full colonel
from the state police.

Ryan Wolchuck. How are you?

- Mind if I sit?
- No, please. Have a seat.

If this is about the RICO
investigations, I've been
keeping you guys in the loop,

just like I promised.

- Well, I'm here
about the meth lab body.
- Okay.

It's extremely embarrassing
for the state police
that this homicide victim...

was blown up
during a training exercise.

Uh-huh.

And the superintendent,
the governor,
various movers and shakers,

would look kindly on it
if you--

if you simply neglected
to give that small detail
to the press.

And if the press digs up
that the bodies were burned
and blown into several pieces,

it makes the F.B.I.
look sneaky.

Well, the F.B.I.
issneaky.

[ Both Laughing ]Right.

Not today, sir.

Careers are made
when men of good intent
help each other.

I tell you what. Why don't we
just tell the truth and
take our lumps when we have to?

No signs
of remodeling.

[ Clears Throat ]
Did you just get in?

I haven't
been to sleep.

Can I offer you a little insight
into Booth's little brother?

Oh, God. Why am I always
standing precisely
in the wrong place?

I didn't have sex
with him, Cam.

Didn't have sex
with who?

Jared Booth.Good.

Why good?Because--

Because--Because he's Booth's
little brother.

It would be a creepy way
to have sex with a Booth...

without having sex
with the real Booth.

- Kudos. I would not have had
the guts to say that aloud.
- Jared is a real Booth.

Mmm.Jared's Booth-lite.
Booth is the real Booth.

Well, what if Booth
is Booth-lite?

- Angela found
the real Jim Stegman.
- [ Brennan ] Where?

Here, in the Jeffersonian
cold storage.

Only he's known
as John Doe 100803.

- Looks like a drowning victim.
- Only if he drowned after
being shot in the heart.

How did you find him?

The real Jim Stegman
has D.N.A. on file stemming from
an assault charge 12 years ago.

I ran a search,
and this popped up.

He's been a John Doe
right here in the Jeffersonian
since last week.

Washed up at
Anacostia Naval Station.

Last known address--
Bowie, Maryland.

[ Officer ]
Well, this is
Jim Stegman's place.

Landlord says
nobody's been in here
since he went missing.

This guy's gone missing twice
and nobody reports it.

- You say Jim ended up shot
and dumped in the river?
- That's right. Shot and dumped.

Ol' Jim did not deserve
that ending, what with quittin'
drinking, quittin' betting.

Well, it looks like he fell off
the gambling bandwagon.

No sign of booze anywhere.
Here.

Booth.Yeah?

- One of these is made out
to Anthony Pongetti.
- Pongetti?

- Well, that old boy is
another whole earful of wax.
- Bad egg?

Black-hearted
son of a bitch, yeah.

- Had him in custody,
oh, two months ago.
- For what?

Running a bogus
roof repair company.

He'd give an estimate
and take a deposit,
then skedaddle.

Mind I ask what's going on
here in my own town?

Yeah. The real Jim Stegman,
he was shot, killed and dumped
in the river a week ago.

Pongetti shot and killed
four days ago.

After pretending
to be Jim Stegman.

Sounds like maybe Pongetti
killed Jim and then committed,
uh, whatchamacallit--

identity theft.

[ Cell Phone Buzzes ]

Yeah. Uh, thanks.
Bones, you know what?
I gotta get you back to the lab.

Thanks, uh, Sheriff.

[ Hodgins ]
Paul Stegman had
66 inventions in his notebook,

and this one
was marked with a star.

All it needed
was a little more torque.

Yeah, well, if the gears
can handle it.[ Motor Starts ]

[ Whirring ][ Clattering ]

Clark, I was wondering
if you had a chance
to look at the grat--

[ Motor Winds Down,
Putters, Stops ]

Is this one of
Stegman's inventions? [ Hodgins ] Yeah.

It's a garbage sorter,
and, thanks to Clark,
it works.

I only indulged
in this diversion
after he asked for help.

I wasn't wasting time.
I came in for the, uh--

The grating you got
from Mike Campbell...

was not the weapon used
to strike Anthony Pongetti
in the face.

The zygomatic bones
were fractured.

The screen,
while it resembles
stainless steel,

is actually
a rather malleable
magnesium alloy.

So for it to cause
that much damage--

Yes, it would've been
bent from the impact.

Yes. So what we're looking for
is something heavier.

[ Siren Blares ] [ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Man On Radio ]
Dispatch, the R.O.
is Jared Booth,

U.S. Navy Lieutenant Commander.
Over.

Uh, copy. Notify.
We'll stand by
for transport.

You all right?Yeah, yeah. I fell asleep
at the wheel. I'm okay.

Yeah, fell asleep.Local trooper here
says he knows you.

Agent Booth.

Colonel Wolchuck.

Is that what
we're going with here?
He fell asleep at the wheel?

Well, I'm sure you'll agree it's
best just to tell the truth,
take our lumps when we have to.

They get me for D.U.I.,
I lose my job, Seeley.

I mean,
I lose my whole career.

Shut up.
Shut up, please.

Can I talk to you
for a second?Yeah.

The first body you found
wasn't my father,
but the second was?

So the man we actually met,
the one who said
he was Paul's father--

Was not.
That's correct.

- This Pongetti guy,
did he kill my father?
- We don't know that yet.

- Were we in danger?
- Well, Anthony Pongetti was--

He was harmless.
He was a con man. That's all.

Did Pongetti
leave anything behind?
Luggage or papers?

He left a duffel bag
in the coat closet over there.

Hey, Bones,
let's check it out.

What did this man
want from us?

We think it's possible
that he wanted to profit
off of your inventions.

He'd be the first one
that ever did that then.Don't do that to yourself.

Whoa, look at this thing.
What is this thing--
a robot?

That's a battery-operated
electrostatic dust trap.
I gave up on it months ago.

Uh, it's--
Hold on.

Oh, that's not
supposed to be in there.

[ Booth ]
Oh-ho-ho.

- What is that?
- Oh, my God.

Twenty grand,
give or take.[ Whistles ]

Do we get to keep that?Paul, he wasn't even
really your father.

- So what?
- That is the best motive
we've seen for murder yet.

Right there.

My name is Colonel Ryan Wolchuck
of the State Police Bureau
of Criminal Investigations.

I have the great pleasure
of announcing today...

that the grand jury has
handed down 62 indictments...

following the state police
crackdown on organized crime.

This victory is the result
of a six-month RICO
investigation by our department.

The state police
would like to acknowledge
the very fine support work...

of several F.B.I.
field officers.

Yeah, support.

[ Trash Can Clatters ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Beeps ]

Hey, Cam, what's up?
What's so urgent?

Your people found a fingerprint
on the bag of money.

I know.
We don't have an I.D.

Why is that so urgent?
What's going on?

What happened?

I watch TV. State police
getting all the glory
for that big RICO case?

- What the hell?
- Relax, okay?

It's political.
Came down way far above
my head. All right?

Don't you lie to me, big man.
I'm your friend.

I know where this came from,
and it wasn't from on high.

Cam, just let this one
slip by.

You must be
Agent Booth's brother.

Yeah, I'm Jared.
You F.B.I.?

F.B.I. Uh, yeah, yeah.
Lance Sweets.

Nice to meet you.

Capitals?

Yeah. I know Seeley's
a Flyers man.

But, hey,
when in Rome, right?

Please.

I still haven't
gotten him anything
for his birthday.

My brother doesn't
like birthday presents.

Anyway, these are more
like a thank-you...
or an apology.

You know what it's like
with brothers, right?No.

Only child.Oh, having a big brother
is like having an extra dad.

Only a dad who protects you
from your real dad...

and always thinks of you
as a kid.

I have the same problem
with Booth.

There's nothing worse
than somebody who always
thinks they're right.

- And then they're right.
Right?
- Yeah.

It was a pleasure,
Agent Sweets.

Doctor, not Agent.

[ Clark ]
Jim Stegman
was shot four times.

I postulate that each gunshot
was both precise
and deliberate...

and did not occur
in a rapid fire succession.

There's no way
to tell that from the bones.

No.
Not from the bones.

Close-range injuries.

Middle of the foot,
middle of the knee,
middle of the shoulder,

dead center on the heart.

Small-caliber weapon.

You believe this was done
on purpose?

Yes. Torture.

- Someone was trying to get
information from this man.
- Pure conjecture, Dr. Edison.

But it has
logical integrity.

So, three years ago,
Stegman and Pongetti,
they were arrested.

They were working
some scam together.

But we already knew
they were accomplices.There was a third guy involved.

They ratted him out.
He went to jail
for five years.

Five-year sentence,
three years with parole.
Is the stool out?

"Is the stool out?" No.
You mean "stoolie."

And the third guy
wasn't the stoolie.
Stegman and Pongetti were.

Okay. You go in there.
I'll be in here.

Steve Jackson.

What the hell
are you wearing?

I'm on parole.
They won't let me
work on Wall Street.

Of course,
I'd make less there.

- What's this about?
- Stegman and Pongetti.

Parole officer told me
to stay away from them.

But you didn't stay away
from them, did you, Steve?

Fine.
I met with Stegman.

- Why?
- He was making amends,
apologizing in the program.

One small parole violation
and the F.B.I. gets involved?

Stegman and Pongetti
are both dead.

- You gotta be kidding.
- Shot.

It's okay. You can take a moment
to rejoice in the death
of your enemies. Go ahead.

Pongetti's dead--
good. I'm glad.

Stegman, he was okay.

- He ratted you out.
- Pongetti ratted me out.

Stegman backed him
is all.

I don't begrudge.

- I got an alibi anyway.
- I didn't tell you
when they died.

Tracking device.

Somebody somewhere knows where
I am 24 hours a day since I got
out for the next two years.

Do you think he did it?No. We'll check his whereabouts,
but you know, I don't think so.

Nice hat, huh? Come on.
I'll take you back
to the lab.

What happened
with your RICO bust?

Nothing. Why?

You been talking to Cam?

- No. Did you do
something wrong?
- What do you mean?

You didn't get
the credit you deserve.

- What did you do?
- Life is not always
about credit.

That's not what you said before.
You said life
is all about credit.

You were going to Hawaii.
They were gonna put you
on a coin.

Let's just forget about it.
Okay, Bones? Forget about it.

Jared warned me that
you tend to sabotage yourself.

Jared said that? Mm-hmm.

He said that
you're afraid of success.

Hmm. So, basically,
I'm a loser.

No. He never said
the word "loser."

Do you think I'm a loser,
like that guy in there--

some clown in some dumb-ass
uniform who can't do any better?
Is that what you think?

Well, anthropologically,
males tend to rank themselves
into a hierarchy.

There's no shame
in not being at the top
of the hierarchy.

You're not answering
the question, Bones.
Answer my question.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Booth.

Your forensic techs got
an I.D. for the fingerprint
on the money bag.

- Is it Stegman or Pongetti?
- Stegman.

- But not the one
you're thinking of.
- The son?

No. The wife.

The fingerprint
belongs to Lily Stegman.

Thanks. The fingerprints
belong to Lily Stegman. We know
because she works with kids.

- She acted like she'd
never seen that money before.
- Well, she was lying.

- Booth--
- Bones, let's just go
and do our work.

[ Chattering ]

I thought
he was Paul's father.
I would never hurt him.

- We found your fingerprints
on the money.
- Can you explain that?

I'm ashamed.

Well, whatever
you're ashamed of,
believe me, murder is worse.

The day after Jim--

the man we thought
was Jim--

The day after
he disappeared,
a package arrived for him.

When he didn't come back,
I started to think
he meant for us to open it.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- No, I understand.
He's gone. It's sitting there.

- Maybe he meant for you
to have it.
- Yes.

Plus, you have a family
to take care of. We do
whatever we can for family.

I opened it.
It was full of cash.

And... a note.

"Jim, do me a big favor.
Hold on to this until
I can get it back from you.

Help yourself
to whatever you need. P."

"P." Pongetti.

I know I should've called
the police. And when you came,
I should've told you.

But by then--You needed the money.

And in a way, you felt like
you earned it for taking
that old man in. Family.

My teaching salary
barely pays the bills, and we're
trying to have another child.

So you were the one
that hid the money
in the dust trap thing?

- Yes.
- What does your husband know?

Nothing.
I promise.

- She could just be
protecting him.
- I am--

by not letting him know
about the money you found,
or the... rest of it.

- The rest of it?
- There's more?

Yes. I put it into
our safety deposit box.

Okay. How much?

$150,000.

So I figured what happened
is that Pongetti got his cash
in some, you know, illegal way,

maybe in a way that
could get him killed.

Stegman, he's about
to go visit his son.

So Pongetti sends the cash
to his friend for safety.Then Stegman gets killed.

So, to go get that cash,
Pongetti decides
to pretend to be Stegman.

People make stupid,
irrational decisions.

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- Brennan.

Well, they act from
the heart sometimes, Bones.
It's not a crime.

Okay.
I'll be right there.

Cam needs me.

Hello.Dr. Brennan.

I don't want you to think
this is an intervention.

I don't know
what that means.

An intervention is when
a group of loved ones
bands together...

to help one of their own
make a difficult decision.

Oh. Then--
Then it isan intervention.

Are you my loved ones?

I was troubled
by a conversation I had
with Jared Booth.

Sweets came to me
with some theories
about Booth's family life,

and he pretty much
nailed it.

Nailed what?Sit down.

Booth and Jared are children
of a physically abusive,
alcoholic father.

Booth's been
digging Jared out of trouble
since they were kids.

Jared always comes up
smelling like a rose,
and Booth takes the hit.

He's denying his brother
the opportunity...

to take responsibility
and learn from
his own mistakes.

You have no evidence
of that.

I've known the Booth boys
for 15 years.

Now, it's natural
to be protective
of a younger sibling.

Of course, Jared is
a grown man, an intelligent,
talented, capable adult.

- I like him very much.
- Yeah? Well, cut it out.

Booth shouldn't be threatened
by the fact that his brother
is more successful.

I am absolutely certain that
however it is Booth lost all
the credit for that RICO bust,

it's because of Jared.

We're all scientists here,
right?

Well, not you.

What is
your evidence? How about this?

The last time I told Booth what
I thought of Jared, he didn't
speak to me for six months.

That is an anecdote.

We're saying
maybe Booth deserves
the benefit of the doubt here...

until
all the evidence is in.

Evidence.
I am comfortable
with evidence.

Okay. Here's some evidence.

The bullets that killed
both Stegman and Pongetti
were fired from the same gun.

Which suggests they were
killed by the same person.
Thank you.

Should I tell Booth?No.
I'll do it.

[ Sighs ]

Hey.Thanks for coming, Jared.

When a beautiful woman
asks me out for lunch-- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Something wrong?
- [ Ringing Continues ]

[ Beeps ]

I need to know the truth.

I've heard that about you.

Do you know anything
about Booth losing credit
on the RICO case?

No-- What?
I mean, that's the first
I've heard of it.

People are telling me that
somehow all the credit went to
the state police because of you.

Is that possible?

[ Sighs ]
Oh.

So it is possible.

- What did he say to you?
- Nothing.

I think this is something
between brothers.

No offense.

- Tempe.
- You took advantage of him.

You know, you made me think
that he's a loser!

And what really
makes me angry
is that I believed you!

I wouldn't blame Booth
if he never spoke to me again.

You'rethe loser!

[ Clears Throat ]

- [ Jared Grunts ]
- [ Patron ]
Come on, man!

You all right?

Why didn't you pick up?
Were you in the bathroom
or something?

To be honest, I was--Okay, never mind.
Just never mind, all right?

Agents recovered the rest
of the cash from Lily Stegman's
safety deposit box, right?

The bills were bundled
with evidence bands.

What does that mean?The money is from the county
sheriff's headquarters in Bowie.

It was confiscated
during a drug bust.Oh, so, drug money.

It was scheduled for transfer
to the Federal Reserve
two weeks ago.

A driver from the Reserve
shows up,

he flashes his credentials,
drives off with the dough.

Forty minutes later,
the real driver shows up.

Oh, so the fake one
was Pongetti?Well, it had to be, right?

I mean, geez, he got away
with over 200 grand.

Wait. He was in custody there.
How come no one recognized him?

What?
It's a logical question.

You are a genius.
Hold on a second.Why am I a genius?

Why? Because I let that big
sheriff know that we'd found
$20,000 at Stegman's house.

Why is that bad?

If he was in it with Pongetti,
then he thinks he knows
where the rest of the money is.

Thinks.

We turned everything
over to the F.B.I.

All the money,
everything
the guy touched.

Well, it's probably
just a breakdown in
jurisdictional communication.

I'll check with the F.B.I. Why don't you check with me
right now, huh?

Better yet, why don't you
just come with us now.

The grating is what hit
Pongetti in the face.

Old school, huh?
Perp was handcuffed
in the back.

You sped up,
slammed on the brakes.
Slam, sped, slam, sped.

- [ Brennan ]
He couldn't protect his face.
- [ Paul ] No, stop! Let her go!

- Mommy!
- Mr. Stegman,
take your little boy inside.

Do it, honey.
Please.

- [ Door Closes ]
- [ Sheriff ]
This is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna get in your vehicle
and drive away,
I'm gonna do the same thing,

and everybody lives
and everybody's happy.

Well, that--
that sounds like a good idea.

No. Not a good idea.
You drive off with the evidence?
Not gonna happen.

[ Lily ]
Paul! Oh, God!

Agent Booth, you are by far
the worst hostage negotiator
I have ever run into.

Don't you know you're
supposed to talk? Disorient?
Distract the perpetrator?

- Booth?
- Not now, Bones.

- You want me to try
and shoot him?
- No.

- Why? I'm a good shot.
- You are nota good shot.

Well, you are. Maybe if we
switched weapons, you could
hit him right between the eyes.

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Groans ]
- Bones!

- [ Engine Starts ]
- Bones, are you okay? Bones!

I'm okay!

[ Screams ]

Lily! I'm okay.

Are you okay?
Huh?I'm okay.

♪♪ [ Man Singing Rock,
Indistinct ]

I would like to propose
a toast to my partner,
Seeley Booth.

To Booth.To Booth.
Cheers!

I know who he is,

but I forget sometimes
because--

because he never
shines a light on himself.

He shines it
on other people.

Yeah.
Right after I conked '‘em
on the head with it.

[ All Chuckling ]

Anthropology teaches us
that the alpha male
is the man wearing the crown,

displaying
the most colorful plumage
and the shiniest baubles.

He stands out
from the others.

But I now think
that anthropology
may have it wrong.

In working with Booth,
I've come to realize...

that the quiet man,
the invisible man,

the man who is always there
for friends and family--

that's the real alpha male.

And I promise...

that my eyes will never
be caught by those...

shiny baubles again.

Happy birthday, Booth.

- Happy birthday, Booth.
- Happy birthday.

Thanks, Bones.

[ Booth ]
Thank you.

Uh, Bones. All right,
what are we doing?

Come here.What?

Just come here
for a second.

What you are doing
for your brother isn't fair.

Don't get me mad at you
after that great speech.
Not after I got you shot.

You didn't get me shot.
I got me shot.

I don't want to talk
about my brother.Would you prefer Sweets do it?

I'm listening.

Well, I forgot all
the psychological stuff,

but basically,
when you rescue somebody
all the time,

if you keep getting
them out on bail--

"Bail them out," Bones.
If you "bail them out"--

You're thwarting
their ability
to help themselves.

- [ Grumbles ]
- Now you're angry.

Bones, you have to admit,
getting a psychological
lesson from you is like--

Getting an anthropology
lesson from you?

The RICO case.

I traded my one shot at glory
to keep my brother
from being arrested...

for drunk driving.

Booth, you know,
what if he does it again?

What if he kills someone
next time? You shouldn't
have done that.

Right... says the woman
who got her father
off murder charges.

[ Sighs ]

Face it.

We do things for family.

You're right.
You're totally right.

No, I'm not.What? Why?

There's no risk that
your father will kill again.

Jared.

You, uh, bringing me out here
to give me advice
on your partner?

Because I think
that ship has sailed.No, no.

What I gotta do here is,
I, uh--

I gotta stop.
Do you understand?

Stop? Yeah.

And you should stop too.

I gotta stop what?

The drinking.
Stop it.

[ Chuckles ]

I'll take that
under advisement.
[ Laughs ]

I'm serious, Jared.

No more stepping in
to make things go away.

I carry my own water,
Seeley.

Now you should go back inside
and enjoy your birthday party.

Right.

Cheers.Yeah.

Happy birthday to me.

Hey.

You gonna come back in
for cake?

Bones, I just
need some time.

Do you need time
and space?

Just some time.

My dad drank.

What's that mean?