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You know, we're gonna
have to break this to Sweets
very gently.

Why?
He should be grateful.He can be grateful later.

What do you mean?You know how people are grateful
when you yell "Fire!"

But-But before
they're grateful, they panic
and they run into walls.

You think Sweets
is going to panic
and run into a wall?

Metaphorically.
Okay, I got it.He's not gonna like it.

If there was a mistake
in one of my books,
I'd want to know.

What you call a mistake,
Sweets calls an interpretation.

Interpretation?
No, it's an actual
factual error.

Okay, what exactly
do you think you think
we're telling him about?

Page 31.
And I quote:

"Subjects worked together
for the first time
in solving the murder...

of pregnant
congressional intern
Cleo Eller."

Oh. Right. Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]
That's right. We worked
that other case before that.

What did you think
we were going to talk
to him about?

The whole, uh, love thing.

The love thing?

Oh! His conclusion
that we're in love?
I don't care about that.

What mistake?

Hint. It's not what you think.

You disagree
with my conclusion that
the two of you are in love...

and the sublimating energies
of that connection...

are responsible for
the energy, vigor and rigor...

that you bring
to your homicide investigations.

I just told you
it's not what you think,

and you immediately say
what you think.

That's your interpretation.

- We recognize
your right to interpret.
- You do?

That's your right
as a psychologist
to get everything wrong.

I have circled
some typos.

Other than that and the fact
that the Cleo Eller murder
was not our first case,

- you're ready to publish.
- Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

My interpretation of
your working relationship...

is based on the unfolding
interpersonal dynamics
of that first case.

It wasn't our first case.

It's not your first case.
Okay.It's not.

Well, then please
tell me all about
that real first case...

to see if my conclusions
are still valid.

[ Booth Clears Throat ]

A girl was murdered,
and her remains were
thrown in a landfill.

Well, her name
was Gemma Arrington.
The case was going nowhere.

I was at an early morning
Gamblers Anonymous meeting.

Snap the nine!

Rack 'em.

[ Brennan ]
Booth had a gambling
problem before he met me.

[ Booth ]
Well, s-since I mostly won,
it wasn't really a problem.

[ Brennan ]
But it took
your focus away...

from more important things,
like work.

[ Booth ] You know, I was
getting it under control.Nice shot, Tex.

Thanks. [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]Booth.

Right. Okay. On my way.

Thank you for seeing me.

[ Booth Narrating ]
The victim's mother,
Jocelyn, came to see me--

I got this. to tell me that
the New York coroner's office...

was releasing her daughter's
remains for burial.

She was all upset. [ Sweets ]
Upset why?

I never sleep.
[ Crying ]

The police had given up hope of
finding her daughter's killer.

You see, the case
was a split jurisdiction.

The girl was last seen in D.C.,
but her body was found
in New York, in a landfill.

The New York coroner
was in town, and, uh,
I decided to meet with her.

Camille.Seeley.

I can get you Gemma's file,
but you know the definition
of insanity...

is to do the same thing
over and over again,
expecting a different outcome.

Okay. Maybe
I missed something?

How's about you get
another point of view?

Partner up? No.
You know I don't do that.

There's
a forensic anthropologist
at the Jeffersonian.

I read that she solved how
a Stone Age hunter was murdered.[ Bell Dings ]

How does that help?

If she can solve
a 4,000-year-old homicide, maybe
she can help on Gemma Arrington.

I could release
the remains to her.

You know what, Cam?
I'll catch up with you
later, all right?

Forensics don't
solve crimes. Cops do.Same activity, same results.

Speaking of which,
you look like you've
been up all night.

I'm fine.Meaning you won?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! [ Brennan ]
That's when he said--

- What's that scientist's name?
- [ Brennan ] And Cam answered,

"Temperance Brennan."

Which is me.

[ Brennan ]
Most methods of removing flesh
have disadvantages.

[ Narrating ] I was lecturing
on defleshing techniques
at American University.

Methods which preserve
the bone perfectly
require patience.

[ Booth Narrating ]
Bones was not what I expected.

Boiling the bone works quickly,
but the bone itself is cooked,
transforming the marrow.

The first step
is to use conventional
surgical implements,

being very careful
that the scalpel or forceps...

never come in contact with bone.

- Any questions?
- Yeah, I have a question.

Seems to me, if you,
uh, remove the flesh,

aren't you, uh,
destroying the evidence?

On the contrary.
I am revealing evidence.

- [ Bell Rings ]
- [ People Chattering ]

Thank you.
See you next week.

Uh, just, uh, one more thing.

I mean, isn't all
the good evidence
in the flesh?

You know, like the poison
and the stab wounds
or the bullets?

All of the important indicators
are written in the bone,
if you look carefully.

- So that's your thing?
- Yes. I'm the best
in the world.

Oh. Okay, you're serious?

He thought
I was being humorous.It turns out to be true.

But you didn't
know that yet.Yeah.

Are you a student here?

Special Agent Seeley Booth
from the F.B.I.

I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan
of the Jeffersonian Institution.

Do you believe in fate?

Absolutely not.
Ludicrous.

I still don't.And I still do.

Booth decided
not to provide me with
the murder victim's identity.

[ Booth ] Oh, I wanted
to see if she could find out
what I already knew.

A modicum
of connective tissue...

indicates that, depending
upon burial conditions,

the remains are less
than 200 years old.

Zack, we have
to shift the paradigm.
This is a recent murder.

What does
this F.B.I. agent want?

Identification
of the remains.

Apparently, the F.B.I. has had
no luck with dental records
or Missing Persons.

Pelvis tells us female
who has never given birth.

Eruption of the third molar
indicates adolescent.

The fingernails
have lacquer on them.

Fractures to the
pars interarticularis of the C2
indicate a blow to the forehead,

which may have caused
unconsciousness, but not death.

- What are you doing?
- We are identifying
a murder victim.

From this century?

I'm taking the clothing.

Dr. Hodgins, I have asked you
before not to be so unpleasant.

- Please?
I'm taking the clothing.
- Why? You're a botanist.

Yeah, and a mineralogist
and an entomologist.

Which gives me the same number
of doctorates as the two of you
put together.

Because you don't have any.

I could find fibers
or-or spores
or other particulates.

Cause of death-- the sharp
symmetrical traumas to both
right and left temporals.

You can take the clothing
and leave now.

- Yeah? You can take
that femur and shove it--
- Dr. Hodgins.

Dr. Hodgins.

Naomi from Paleontology suggests
that Hodgins is like that...

because he needs
to get laid.

That means engage in coitus.

[ People Chattering ]

That one.

This is not
a good likeness.Oh, my God. Brennan.

Hi. No, this is, uh--
this is accurate,
actually.

This is very accurate.

I disagree. In reality,
his nose looks like a yam.

Could you go over there
and just wait for me over there?

So, you want me
to do a-- a caricature?

Yes. But an accurate one.Okay.

It's for my work.

Oh, my God!
That looks real.

But it is real.
Do you think you could
provide me with a face?

That-That's real?It's a murder victim.

Oh! Murder? I--

Brennan, I thought
that your job was-was--
was mummies and cavemen.

I mean,
h-how did he die?

She. It's a teenager.

Someone or something
crushed her skull.

Poor thing.

Could you maybe
just put that away now?

But the F.B.I.
wants to know who she is.But why me?

I mean, we-- we've only
known each other a month.

Well, I interacted with you
at your art exhibit...

because I was very impressed
with your command
of underlying structure.

You will be paid.I'm in.
[ Chuckles ]

I'm saving to go back to Paris.How much do you have
saved up so far?

Whatever you're gonna pay me
for that "skull, facial, murder,
barf-making" monstrosity.

Transcripts, interviews,
phone logs, timelines.

They dropped the body off at
the Jeffersonian this morning.

What did you tell them
about it?Nothing.

Ah, the gambler in you,
checking out the players.Thanks, Cam. I appreciate it.

-Oh, don't thank me, Seeley.
Nobody wants this case anymore.
-[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

Oh! I'm sorry.

Traditionally,
people disembark the elevator
before reloading begins.

I'm gonna take that as
an acceptance of my apology.

But it wasn't an acceptance.
It was an observation
of social mores.

Wait. Hey, you're
Dr. Brennan, right?

We met at a conference
on decapitation.

Never mind.

Your victim was 16 years old,
biracial.

She died between
three and four years ago,

and her body
was left in a landfill
for approximately one year.

She was born in southern
Alabama, but moved north
when she was eight years old.

She was injured
in a pre-1998 automobile--
no air bags-- when she was 13.

What? Wow!I'm not done.

Judging by her rib cage
and diaphragm attachments,

she was either a swimmer,
a singer or an asthmatic--
or any combination thereof.

This preliminary sketch...

gives you a general idea
of what she looks like.

I'm sorry, but we've been
unable to find out her name.

Just for future reference,
those human remains
are forensic evidence.

You should
be wearing gloves.

I will adjust my behavior
accordingly.

[ Brennan ]
What is this?[ Booth ] Just watch.

♪♪ [ Ballad ]

♪ Make everything
so simple ♪

♪ In a crazy world ♪

♪ And I'm tryin'
to find the words ♪

♪ To say ♪

♪ You make everything
all right ♪

♪ Just by being around, boy ♪

♪ Mmm, mmm ♪

♪ You make me want to sing ♪

♪♪ [ Vocalizing ]

♪♪ [ Vocalizing Continues ]

♪♪ [ Ends ] [ Cassette Ejects ]

She bears a marked resemblance
to the sketch I gave you.

Gemma Arrington.
She's been dead
for four years.

Her body was found
in a landfill three years ago.

She's the murder victim?Yeah. I'm sorry.

Sorry for the victim?No. Sorry for holding back
her identity.

Well, even though
my time and expertise
are extremely valuable,

I accept your decision
to test my abilities.

- Obviously, I passed,
with a lot of color.
- Pardon me?

It means I did very well.

Oh, right.
You, um-- Flying colors.

You-- You passed
with flying colors.Yes. I know.

But passing your test
suggests you have something
more important in mind.

I want to catch the bastard
who killed her.

How do you know he
was a bastard? How do you
even know it was a man?

Well-- Uh, okay.

I guess you know
who that is, right?

No.Judge Myles Hasty.

That's a federal judge.

Well, I don't follow
current events past
the Industrial Revolution.

He killed Gemma.Well, why haven't you
arrested him?

I don't have enough proof.Then how do you know
it's him?

I just know.
And I'd like to ask you
to help me catch him.

I won't do that.[ Chuckles ]
Why?

I will help you
find out the truth,

and if the truth is
that he killed her,
I will help you catch him.

But first the truth,
then the catching.

Okay, look, all I need
is the kind of crap
that persuades a jury.

But it seems to me
that someone like you
could benefit hugely...

from an association
with someone like me.

Oh. All right.
[ Laughing ]

Oh. You were being serious.
You're serious?

I was just kidding.
You know, I was having some fun.

It is fun.

This all happened a year
before the Cleo Eller case?

Mm-hmm.
Almost to the day.

Well, 13 months
less a week.

And, uh, you didn't argue...

even though
he withheld information
and tested you?

Well, my abilities
were outside
his experience.

He called evidence "crap,"
and she basically
called you stupid.

We were feeling
each other up, like
a honeymoon period.

"Out." We were
feeling each other out.

Would you like to hear
the rest of the story?

[ Brennan Narrating ]
Well, I only knew
Hodgins slightly...

as a very unpleasant authority
on ancient spores and insects,

but he was the one who figured
out that the remains were
in a landfill for a year...

before being discovered,
and that wasn't all.

I found a sliver
on the dead girl's clothing.

The term is nebulous.

Wood.
I found a splinter of wood--

maple, to be exact.

So, your murder victim--
most likely struck with
something made out of maple.

Still an observation so vague
as to approach meaninglessness.

Is he trying to piss me off?You are always angry.

I've been told you have
an anger management problem.I'm... in a program.

I'm supposed to snap this
every time I get angry.

I'd be happy
to do that for you.

The victim's boyfriend
was in town
the day she disappeared...

trying out
for a minor league
baseball team.

Okay. So?What are baseball bats
made of?

Maple. Maple!
I should've thought of that!

You know, I'm not so sure
that a baseball bat attack would
leave behind splinters though.

Then why posit it
as a weapon?Doubts!

I have doubts, you see?
I am doubtful.

Perhaps the two of you
could design an experiment.

What? Whoa! No. Wait.

- Work together?
- Mmm.

Yes.

I brought in Gemma's
baseball-playing boyfriend
for questioning for murder,

but I know he didn't do it.

How do you know?Well, because
the killer's Judge Hasty.

Well, feeling
isn't knowing.

When you know something,
you can argue fact,

not merely make
insupportable claims
in a passionate tone.

You said that
in a passionate tone,
without facts.

You see, when it
comes down to it,
it's all about what you feel.

W-Why are you interrogating
the boyfriend if you're
already convinced?

Ah, because
I wanna convince you.

That's very kind.

Can I come in
and watch you
broil the suspect?

Yeah, you know, I could "broil,"
but I think you mean "grill."

I fell apart after I heard
that Gemma got killed.

Couldn't concentrate
on anything, you know.

Couldn't hold it together.

Some people might say the result
of a guilty conscience.

I was in D.C. to try out
for a minor league
baseball team.

My dad was with me,
three of my uncles
and four cousins.

I wasn't away from anybody
long enough to kill Gemma...

and transport her body
to New York City.

He has alibis?

Tell Dr. Brennan how you did
at your tryouts.

I did great.
What-What does that have
to do with anything?

Well, your tryouts were
after Gemma was killed.

Yeah, but I didn't
know that yet.

I thought-- I thought
everything was great.

I didn't fall apart
until after I found out
Gemma was murdered.

I still dream about being there
when that happened,

about protecting her.

Psychologically
consistent.

I'm not well acquainted
with psychology,

but anthropologically speaking,

men are programmed
to consider themselves...

the protectors
of their mates.

It was unnecessary
to put you through this again.

I don't mind coming in,
answering these questions,

'cause it means that you guys
are still lookin',

and I want that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Why are you the deliverer of the
blow while I am the recipient?

Because you grunted
when you picked up the bat.

Brace yourself.

[ Grunts ] [ Man ]
Whoa!

Excuse me.
Go back to work, please. [ Zack Groans ]

Conclusions thus far?No, nothin'.

The bat did not
leave behind any slivers,

even though
the suit Zack is wearing
is much more abrasive...

than the cotton
the victim was wearing.

A blow like that
would've left behind
unmistakable bone damage.

Have you tried striking Zack
in the soft tissue
or in the liver?

- What?
- Yeah, anatomy's
really not my thing.

- Ow!
- Whoa-ho-ho!

That one had some pepper!

That would most certainly
have caused hemorrhaging
in the liver,

followed by death.

Nothin'. A bat is so honed
and close-grained,

it cannot be broken
on the soft tissues
of a human being.

- We can try striking his head.
- What?

Unnecessary.[ Sighs ]

So I guess that a baseball bat
was not the murder weapon.

Dr. Brennan, I found
something interesting
in the victim's X-rays.

[ Brennan ]
The bones of the inner ear
are missing here.

Indicating that they
may have been extracted
during the assault.

- Did you set up
the U.V. light source?
- Yes.

No, I'll do it, Zack.Thank you, Dr. Brennan.

It's hard to move
in this suit.

These bone bruisings
occurred before death.

- Possibilities?
- Recurring pattern.

So, either struck repeatedly
with the same narrow weapon...

or perhaps crushed
beneath some kind of grid.

Could you please measure
the exact distances
between the bruises?

Of course, Dr. Brennan.

[ Grunts ]

So at 6:30 p.m.,
Gemma and her choir
sang here...

for a group
of hoity-toits.

I don't know
what that means.

Shakers and machersand,
you know, influential types,
including Judge Hasty.

There was a reception here
at 9:00 p.m.

Gemma was seen here at
the beginning of the reception,
and then-- poof.

A year later,
her remains were found
in a New York City landfill.

So, what are we lookin' for?

The source of a pattern
of bone bruising that happened
very shortly before she died.

Regular strikes,
approximately
33 centimeters apart,

spanning the remains
from forehead down
to mid-femur.

I was thinking,
something made of maple--

a heavy bookcase,
scaffolding, a ladder.

I gotta tell ya,
I really am enjoying
working with you, Bones.

Bones is not my name.Well, it's just a nickname.

Wow! Yes. I see.
I could call you "Shoes."

Shoes? Why Shoes?Yes, because they are
so very shiny.

The shoes, they're
a part of my uniform.

The F.B.I., they just have
a way of doing things.

Well, anthropologically
speaking, para-militaristic
organizations...

tend to constrain
individuality.

That's for sure.

But in any group,
no matter how restrictive,

the freethinkers,
the mavericks, the rebels...

with leadership quality...

find ways to declare
their distinctiveness.

You know,
I'm a freethinking
rogue rebel.

Are you seeing anyone?

Wow. Right to the point
there, huh, Bones?

Um, casually,
but she doesn't
really like my hours.

You?Well, uh, a physicist
has been asking me out,

so I was thinking
of saying yes.

- I'd ask you out if I could.
- Why can't you?

Well, F.B.I. rules again.

No fraternizing
with other agents
or consultants.

That's too bad.Glad you think so.

These stairs--
look, they're
made out of maple.

The sliver in the victim's
clothing could've come from
violent contact with stairs.

What about
the bone bruising?

The hypotenuse
of the triangle formed
by the riser and tread...

looks to be approximately
33 centimeters.

Gemma was probably
trying to escape,
fell down here,

and the judge...

probably dragged her
to the exit right over here.

There it is!

The killer could've driven
back here and taken her away
without being seen.

You think that Gemma Arrington
was chased by Judge Hasty?

- He played football in college.
- Then he swung her into
a wall or something?

Well, no, no, no.
The next part here shows--

- Who's this now?
- Oh, I'm Angela Montenegro.
I'm an artist. Who are you?

That's Miss Julian.
She's a federal prosecutor.
She's on our side.

Tell her that Angela
possesses extremely keen
spatial awareness.

- And who's this now?
- That's a squint.

I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan
from the Jeffersonian.

Uh, don't bother.
You know, never
remember squints.

- That's correct.
And you know why?
- Why?

Because they get all
wishy-washy and flip-floppy
on the witness stand.

So it's better I don't remember
the last time they let me down
when I meet 'em again.

- Here. Here. Continue
with the flip book there.
- Okay. Yes. Okay.

This is great.Okay. So the judge
tackles Gemma.

Uh, you remember, you know,
football in college.

And grabs her ankle.

Wham! Right there. Bam! He's
got an unconscious girl on his
hands, and he thinks she's dead.

Loads her into his car at the
bottom of the stairs, drives her
to a landfill in New York.

- Why was he chasing her?
- Who cares why?

Oh, let's see!
A judge, a jury, the press
and, oh, yeah, me!

Caroline,
all I need is a warrant
to arrest Judge Hasty.

Well, maybe if this little
stick-figure thing...

was a big computer,
lots of bells and whistles.

But right now, it just looks
like a sadistic children's book.

What's
the "pincer death grip" thing
that actually killed the girl?

- We don't know yet.
- This won't get me a warrant.

I'm a lowly federal prosecutor,
and Hasty is a big-shot
federal judge.

- A hoity-toit.
- [ Groans ]

Ah. I see
what's goin' on here.

You've always
wanted this office.

Tired of sittin' out there
in the bull pen.

Well, I'm not committin'
career suicide because
you're cute and want a window.

We should go.Oh, okay.

Oh. [ Clears Throat ]Hey. Listen.
He is very cute.

Well, I do respond to
the breadth of his shoulders
and the strong jawline.

Guys, guys. Okay.

Caroline says that we
can't arrest the judge,

but she doesn't say
we can't ask him
a few questions.

[ Exhales ]

Thanks so much
for comin' down, Judge Hasty.

As you pointed out,
if I refused, the
headline news would read,

"Federal judge declines
to cooperate in homicide
investigation."

Well, what we think is
that you chased Gemma Arrington,
and she fell down those stairs.

Okay, Bones.
Way to jump right in there.
She was trying to escape you.

- Why? I'm a very nice man.
- Did you use that line
on her too?

The only words
I ever spoke to the girl were,
"You have a lovely voice,"

and I said it in front
of about a hundred people.

- What did you not do in front
of a hundred people, Judge?
- Okay.

Booth is suggesting
sexual impropriety.

So I chased her
through the opera house?

That's very melodramatic.
And then what?

I pushed her
down the stairs?

No. She was trying to get away
from you, and you tripped her,
and she fell down those stairs.

- And she died.
- No, those injuries
didn't kill her.

You're making this all up,
and she's making you look
like an idiot.

No, in fact,
I am very intelligent.

Yeah?

You could've fooled me.

You're ridiculous.

Ooh.

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Groaning ]

Is this very bad?

I have been wanting
to do that for years.
You are so hot.

That's great.

That woman
punched a federal judge
in the nose, twice!

Well, self-defense.
He was panicking, all right?
We got it right.

Fire her
and cut all ties!

If we're lucky,
Hasty sues her and not us.Well, I can't do that.

She should never
have been in the field.
I'm sympathetic.

I have let a pretty face
lead me down the paths
of unrighteousness--

yours, for example.

Oh, it's not like that.Of course it is.

Watching you two together
is like being at prom.

But it's not
high school now, Booth.
It's grown-up time.

The beautiful
scientist is fired.
She just doesn't know it yet.

That oversight is what
youmust rectify.

My advice?
Get her drunk first.

Me?
[ Sighs ]

I've been trying to estimate
the force needed...

to cause this damage
to the victim's skull.

I'm working up a chart
of equivalencies.

Alligator bites
have been measured
at 2,000 pounds of force,

hyenas at a thousand,
sharks at 330.

Whatever did this damage
was somewhere between
a human and a chimpanzee,

meaning approximately
250 pounds of force.

I just had a terrible thought.
We removed the flesh by boiling.

What if there were particulates
on the bone which Hodgins
could identify?

Mmm--We're not used to dealing
with such fresh kills.

- We must adapt.
- Could I help?

Wow! This place is huge.

Angela,
this is my assistant,
Zack Addy.

Zack, this is my friend
Angela Montenegro.

Hey, it's Jimmy Neutron,
huh?

Boy scientist?I don't know what that means.

- Neither do I.
- Okay.

Uh, it occurred to me,
when I did the facial
reconstruction,

that the girl's head
was slammed.

Well, a door would have
crushed the entire side
of her head, Ange.

Right, but what if it were
some kind of protuberance,

like a bolt or something?

- A sliding door?
- Well, I don't know.

I'm an artist.
I belong in Paris.

What about a car trunk
with a catch and a latch?

How much force would
a slamming car trunk
generate?

Is he doing that in his head?

260 force pounds,
give or take.

That could fit.
I have to go meet Booth.

I have a little math problem
you can't solve.

Can God create a bigger rock
than he can roll?

Think about it.

[ Booth Chuckling ]

Drink up there.
All right.

Okay.
[ Clears Throat ]

So all we have to do
is compare the wounds
in the victim's skull...

with the judge's cars.

No, Bones. Let's just stop
talking about the case just
for one moment, all right?

Okay.Check this out.

[ Exhales ]
Huh?

[ Chuckling ][ Chuckling ]

Okay. I am declaring
my individuality.

I am going rogue.You have gone rogue.

Okay, here.
You handle your liquor
very well.

This stuff is nothing compared
to the bhang I had to drink
as a grad student in India.

- It's made of
fermented cannabis.
- Here's to bhang.

[ Together ]
To bhang.

Mmm. Ooh!
[ Chuckling ]

You're fired.What?

Why? Because I drank bhang?

Well, that was in pursuit
of scholarly research.

- Why am I fired?
- You're fired because you
assaulted a federal judge.

- No, you thought that was hot.
- I did. I did. It was very hot.

Hey. Cheers.

Mmm.
[ Exhales ]

Hey.Yeah.

I'll call a cab.

Hold on, hold on, hold on!
Listen. Hold that cab!

Listen, I got
something to confess. [ Horn Honks ]

If it's the fact that
you're a direct descendant
of John Wilkes Booth,

I already know that.

Wait a second.
How do you know that?From your bone structure.

Just-Just keep that, um,
under your hat, okay,
for now, all right?

Okay.What I wanted to confess was,
see, I have a gambling problem,

but I'm dealing with it.

Why did you feel
you had to tell me that?

You know, I just feel like,
um, this is goin' somewhere.

Why did you feel like
this is goin' somewhere?

I don't know. I just--
I feel like I'm gonna kiss you.

- You kissed?
- Yes.

There was tongue contact.

- My book is crap.
- Well, that's why we wanted
to come here today.

We just wanted to warn you,
Sweets, so you wouldn't be
barking up the wrong tree.

How long did this affair last?

- Should we tell him?
- Yes! Yes, you should.

[ Vehicles Passing ]

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Chuckling ]Wow.

We are not spending
the night together.

- Of course we aren't. Why?
- Tequila.

Hey, ho-ho-hold the cab!
Hold the cab!

Hey. So you're afraid that when
I look at you in the morning,
I'll have regrets?

That would never happen.
[ Laughing ]

[ Brennan ]
I went home and went to bed.

[ Electricity Buzzing ]

[ Booth ]
So did I.

[ Sighs ]

Hey! Oh, hey. We have
to tell you something.

Zack told me how bad you felt
about boiling the particulates
out of the skull.

I-I need some coffee.This is coffee.

Oh, thank you.

Despite the boiling, I was
able to get microscopic samples
from the bones.

- Have I mentioned how excited
I am to be working with you?
- Yes. Yeah, you mentioned it.

Dr. Hodgins found
microscopic fragments of steel
and traces of lubricating oil.

Zack and I compared
manufacturers' specs
for the judge's trunk...

to the victim's
gaping head wounds.

One of them matched.We got fired.

A '56 Bel Air.What?

What?What?

- We got fired? Is this
because you slept with Booth?
- I didn't sleep with Booth.

- Why did you say that?
- Tequila vapors.

- What is happening?
- I got us fired because I
punched a judge in the schnoz.

Now I'm never gonna
make it to Paris.

Angela, I can offer you
steady employment...

reconstructing ancient remains
and tombs and digs.

- Really?
- You know, I've always wanted
to go to Paris with an artist.

Zack, take all of the evidence
to Booth at the F.B.I.

Then we all can go back
to our normal jobs.

You ever feel like you saw
something great that almost
happened, then it didn't?

Hmm.

Are you Special Agent Booth?What are you?

Oh! The Jeffersonian, right?

You must be
one of the squints.

- I'm not familiar
with that term.
- Squints.

You know, you guys,
you squint when you look
at things, just like that.

This is proof that
Federal Judge Myles Hasty
murdered Gemma Arrington.

- Proof? What proof?
- It was immensely stupid
of you to fire us.

I'm sorry, but did you
just call me stupid?

I can only conclude that you
are immensely stupid.

You fired the Jeffersonian
Institution?

Uh, I don't know what
any of this stuff means.
Yeah, Caroline made me.

Dr. Bones punched the judge
right in the nose.

They got the judge.

- They got the judge?
This is good news.
- What'd I tell ya?

The girl's head was smashed in
by the locking mechanism
of a '56 Bel Air?

- Here's the evidence.
- Oh, more stick-man cartoons?

Yes, but, you know, you can
jazz it up with computers
before trial.

Look at the evidence.If you're wrong about this,
my career is over.

So don't tell me to "look at
the evidence," because you know
I'm gonna look at the evidence.

And you, reassure me.Y-Yes. Cam and I,
we did look at the evidence.

And we both feel that there
is enough here to get a warrant
to search the judge's vehicle.

He'd better have done this,
because irritating a federal
judge-- very unwise.

A small trace of blood,
any D.N.A., would be enough
to make an arrest.

- You fire
the Jeffersonian already?
- Of course.

- Hire it back.
- Okay.

And push come to shove,
you be ready to testify...

that judge walked
into a door or something.

Yeah.

I'll have your warrant
in an hour.

So why are you still here?

You're back, baby!
Aha! You're rehired!

But I've moved on.

- What is that, uh, a monkey?
- No.

This is
Ardipithecus ramidus kadabba,
the earliest known--

Okay, abracadabra can wait.

All right? We have a warrant
for the judge's car,
so let's go.

What's the matter?
Get your coat! Chop, chop!

[ Agents Chattering ]

[ Chattering ]

Is something wrong?I find
I'm annoyed with you.

Why? Because I fired you
and hired you back?
It's the federal government.

No, because
you got me drunk to fire me
and then have sex with me.

Whoa. No, I got myself drunk
so I could fire you,

and you decided
not to have sex with me,
which I accepted gracefully.

So, are you regretting
that decision?

No. I'm not. It was
a very good decision.
I stand by it.

What's goin' on, Bones?Do not call me Bones!

This car's been cleaned,
sanded and repainted,
and the rug is new.

All right. So nothing?Nothin'.

- Can I have my car back?
- I see no reason why not.

You've done nothing
but cooperate at every stage
of this investigation.

What, that's it?Well, we don't have anything.

Well, my people
should look at it.Why?

Because we're smarter
than you.Beg your pardon?

Oh, please, do you really
think the best and brightest
go into law enforcement?

No, the best and brightest
go to the Jeffersonian.Oh, really?

Because, you know, the one
I met couldn't pick his nose
without instruction.

The locking mechanism
should be removed.

Okay. Excuse me. You know what?
You really need to learn how
to speak to human beings.

I speak six languages,
two of which you've
never even heard of.

You know what?
You're a cold fish.You're a superstitious moron!

Get a soul!Get a brain!

Agent Booth?[ Together ]
What?

I'm Agent Booth!
What?

[ Booth ]
What is that?[ Agent ] I have no idea.

It's a stapes-- human.
It's a bone from the inner ear.Gemma Arrington's?

[ Brennan ]
I have no way of knowing that
without doing some tests.

Anyone who took
high school science
should know that.

Anyone with a high school
education would figure,
"Hey, who else's could it be?"

Send this to the Jeffersonian.
We'll check it for D.N.A.

[ Grunts ] [ Police Radio Chatter ]

All right. You know what?
That's fine, all right?
That's it.

Judge Hasty,
you are under arrest, pal!

[ Exhales ]

- Are you okay?
- Here, have a glass of water.

It's like-- It's like
you two missed your moment,

and then you punished
each other for it.

And you know who ends up
paying the price?

Me. I do.

Okay, what happened next?

[ Booth ]
Well, the minute I had the judge
in the interrogation room,

he started to mess up.

Stapes.

[ Brennan ]
It was Gemma Arrington's
stapes, of course.

[ Booth ] So we had proof
she had been killed
in the trunk of his car.

Chevy. Nice car.
That's your locking mechanism.

We also had testimony
from the valet who actually
saw him pull in the back alley.

- Lie upon lie.
- Fact upon fact.

But I just--
I didn't know why.

Booth is obsessed
with why people do things.

Yeah, what did Gemma see?
Why did Hasty chase her
through the back of the theater?

You figured it out, right?

- Not me.
- Me.

- I noticed the way he touched
his nose very gingerly.
- [ Whispering ]

Well, considering
you have no motive,

I'm sure you'll concede
there's no sense
in detaining my client.

I know what happened.

When the prosecutor
tells the jury,
they're gonna believe it too.

[ Brennan Narrating ]
It had to be something that
would've ruined his career.

[ Booth Narrating ]
But also destroyed his judgment.Had your septum replaced.

What was it--
cocaine, crystal meth?

Gemma saw you
snortin' something.

He thought
he killed her on the stairs,
so he went to get his car.

She regained consciousness
as he loaded her into the trunk.

He panicked
and slammed the lid,
which killed her.

[ Sighs ]
I just wanted to stop her.

Reason with her.

Maybe offer her a bribe.

[ Sighs ]
But she ran.

That's enough. Myles.

[ Booth Narrating ]
And it was.

Judge Hasty will be eligible
for parole in 10 years.

That's the story
of our first case, Sweets.
Sorry about your book.

No. It's not. It's not.
What happened between you two?

We started to argue.

[ Booth ] In front
of the victim's mother.

[ Brennan ] Well, I was worried
that we still didn't have
enough evidence to convict.

[ Booth ]
I told her this was definitely
not the place to bring this up.

Let go of me!I will if you would--
Ow! What the hell?

You are a bully!
You-You grab my arm,
just like the judge!

You use your badge and your gun
to intimidate people.

Really? The way you use
your brain to make people
around you feel stupid?

Well, you are a stupid man!
I hate you!

Oh, you hate me.
What are you, 10 years old?
I'm not your dad!

I will never
work with you again!Who asked you?

You struck him?

I shouldn't
have grabbed her.

- We're sorry about your book.
- Okay, this is--

You-- You are
totally messed up.

I always said that you could
never kiss because, if you did,
then the dam would break,

and now it turns out
that you kissed.

- Did the dam break?
- What does that mean?

Well, he-- he still thinks
that we slept together.

Well, we're not in love
with each other.

It took us a year after we
kissed to be in the same room
together, right?

Oh, uh, absolutely. Right.
No more kissing or anything.

If you're not in love,
then how come you haven't been
in any serious relationship...

since you first met, huh?

I don't really do that.You know, my job, son.

One of you
has to have the courage
to break this stalemate.

You-- it's gotta be you
because you're the gambler.

For once, make that
work for you.

- Something to eat?
- I could eat.

Okay.
Sorry about that book.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Sighs ]

In his book, Sweets wrote
that being abandoned
by my parents...

made me convinced that
all meaningful relationships
are doomed.

Hey, he wrote that I got
white knight syndrome...

because of
my physically abusive,
alcoholic father.

I hate psychology.

I'm the gambler.

I believe
in giving this a chance.

Look, I wanna
give this a shot.

You mean us?

No. The F.B.I. won't let us
work together as a couple.Don't do that.

That is no reason--

No! No!Why? Why?

You thought you were
protecting me, but you're
the one who needs protecting.

Protecting from what?From me.

I-- I don't have
your kind of open heart.

- Just give it a chance.
That's all I'm asking.
- No, you said it yourself.

The definition of insanity
is doing the same thing
over and over again...

and expecting
a different outcome.

Well, then let's go for
a different outcome here.
Just hear me out, all right?

When you talk to older couples
who, you know, have
been in love...

for 30 or 40 or 50 years,
all right,

it's always the guy
who says, "I knew."

I knew, right
from the beginning.

Your evidence is anecdotal.I'm that guy.

Bones, I'm that guy.
I know.

I-- I am not a gambler.

I'm a scientist.
I can't change.

I don't know how.

I don't know how.

- Please don't look so sad.
- All right. Okay.

[ Sighs ]

You're right.
You're right.

Can we still
work together?

Yeah.

Thank you.

But I gotta move on.

You know, I gotta find someone
who's-- who's gonna love me...

in 30 years or 40 or 50.

I know.
[ Sniffles ]

What's that mean?