All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S09E23 - The Drama in the Queen (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

GIRL:
It's not fair.
I don't want to!

Molly, you're old enough
to know that life isn't fair.

I'm six.

That's right.
You're my big, brave girl.

And Mommy needs your help.
Don't you love Mommy?

We're just gonna play
make-believe.

Like when we said
that Grandma set that fire

so that she could go live with
those other nice old people.

I miss Grandma.

It's just for
a couple of hours.

You'll wait in the well,
Mommy will call the police,

they'll rescue you,
and then we'll be on TV!

Okay, okay, we're gonna
get money and presents.

Now, when the police
arrive, you have to say

that you ran
off by yourself

and that I came
looking for you.

Okay... here we go.

No, no! It's dark
and it smells.

Don't be a baby.

I don't want to.

It's fine, it's fine.

I'll do it.
I'll show you.

Doesn't this look fun?

You're gonna love this.

It's exciting. See?

It's fun in here!

(grunts)
Oh...

There's lots of pennies!

(screaming)

What did you do?!

Oh, God.
(girl chuckles)

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

You little brat!

Help!
(laughing)

Why didn't you wake me?

Why? 'Cause I didn't
want to wake

that big, brilliant,
beautiful brain of yours.

I doubt you would find

a brain oozing cerebrospinal
fluid attractive.

Oh!
You came home
late last night.

Yeah, well, you know what?
I got a lot to review here

before I testify
in front of the subcommittee.

You see all this stuff?

You have two more weeks, Booth.
You should take a break.

I want to.

You know, Sweets wants
to take on more responsibility,

take some of this
workload off of me.

You want Sweets
to lead a murder investigation?

Well, he's earned it, right?
Without Sweets,

we would never have caught the
kid who killed the chess player.

While I agree with that,
you are my partner.

I'll still be around.

And I can call you any time?

That means all the time, right?

(phone rings)

Brennan.

Yes?

Okay.
Yes, thank you.

We'll see how he does.
Remains were found in a well

outside of Ellicott City.
Tell Sweets to meet there.

I can drop you off
if you want.

You study. If Sweets is
incompetent, I'll let you know.

Yeah. (sighs)

I'm sure you will.
(cell phone chimes)

(indistinct radio transmission)

SAROYAN:
Please place any tissue floating
on the water in evidence bags.

You can check for particulates
back at the lab.

HODGINS:
Yeah, this isn't our first
rodeo, there, Dr. Saroyan.

You're equating
this victim

with animals mistreated
at a rodeo. Quite clever.

No, but... Okay.

So, Cam, I'm sending up
tissue and pupal casings.

And bone fragments
that were dislodged

when rats fed on him.

Him?

Yes, the size
of the femoral head

indicates a male.

Second instar larvae from
blowflies and flesh flies.

Time of death
is five days prior.

BRENNAN:
No marked lipping
on the symphyseal dorsal margin

places him in his early 40s.

Guys, the area blocked off

by crime scene tape
is too localized.

I want it increased
by 50 meters. And anyone

not wearing booties
is gonna be written up.

Including you.

Good morning to you,
Dr. Sweets.

Booties?

Yeah, well,
it's regulation.

I gotta do everything
by the book.

I can't let Booth down.

BRENNAN (on walkie-talkie):
Is that Sweets?

Yes, it is. And he looks

mighty dashing
in his booties.

Thank you.

HODGINS:
Hey, got a new sheriff in town.

BRENNAN: Dr. Sweets,
please make sure that

Dr. Saroyan has the support
that she needs.

She's in charge of the scene,
and sometimes

the FBI techs can be sloppy
handling evidence.

Regulations can be a bitch,
can't they?

I think your man over there's
not wearing proper gloves.

Who? Which man?

Hey!

Ooh, bones...
where the surface made contact

with the bottom of the well,
it's encrusted with coins.

Yeah, the well
was drilled into
the limestone.

So there was
an electrochemical reaction

that fused the coins
to the bone.

BRENNAN:
These will be difficult
to remove

without damaging the bones.
Ooh.

The tissue
on the femur, Cam.

According to the locals, this
area hosts family picnics by day

and underage drinking
by night. Your booties.

Booties.

How considerate. So how do you
even know this is a murder?

The deceased could've been
sitting on the edge,

fallen in after
drinking too much.

A test? Okay.
Well, there are drag marks

that go all the way
from the trail all the way over

to the well here.
And if you look at the grate,

it shows signs of stress,
as if someone stomped it in.

This is a body dump,
Dr. Saroyan.

Okay. I'm impressed.

Wow, did he just
"Brennan" you?

I believe he did.

What does it mean
to "Brennan" someone?

Is that a compliment?

Dr. Sweets seems
to be very thorough.

SWEETS:
Thank you.

There are numerous fractures
on the remains.

I can't distinguish peri
from postmortem damage

until all of the metals
have been removed.

And between the victim's
hair and the tissue,

I should be able
to run a tox screen.

Greater and lesser humeral
tubercles are enlarged.

You know, somebody could've
tossed this guy in

knowing that the coins
and other metals

would obscure the
evidence on the bone.

Nah, could be knowledge
of predation,

or maybe...

Ms. Warren.
Yeah?

Brennan doesn't speculate.

We observe,

we analyze, we use facts.

As an intern, you should
know this already.

Yeah, but my instincts
are highly developed.

It'd be a crime
not to put that in the mix.

Look, I appreciate that
Ms. Warren's here to learn,

but perhaps a novice isn't the
best choice in this situation.

You really didn't have
to accompany the remains

to the Jeffersonian,
Dr. Sweets.

Though we appreciate
your thoroughness.

Well, no, Booth would know
if I wasn't following protocol.

Hey, loosen up, dude.

You're making this about you.

What about this guy, huh?

I was actually talking
to Dr. Saroyan just then.

WARREN:
You know, when someone is

as uptight as you, usually they
have something bubbling inside.

I wouldn't try to shrink
the shrink, Warren.

The remains, Ms. Warren.

Okay. But I'm thinking

there's a wild man in that dude.

That's it.
One more word that isn't

specifically related
to the case,

and I will dismiss you,
Ms. Warren.

Thank you.
There you go.

There's your paperwork.
Chain of custody is complete.

I believe regulations state
that's all you need.

Um, maybe I should...

Regulations, Dr. Sweets.

Bye-bye for now.

I find I am fond of Sweets
in this new role.

His attention to detail
is impressive.

The heads of both femurs
are also enlarged.

I think the victim
was an athlete.

Just a vibe.

A vibe is not evidence.
Right.

Okay, then.
No remodeled fractures.

Increased irregularity in both
the coracoid processes.

So there was strain
to his shoulders

from overdeveloped muscles.

Most commonly found
in swimmers.

Like I said, an athlete.

Off the physical evidence,

I'm willing to confirm
the possibility

the victim was a swimmer.

And it all started with a vibe.

The report on the
transfer of the remains

to the Jeffersonian.
This just about
the transfer?

Yeah, it's protocol.
You're not gonna read it?

Okay, there's a whole
section in there

on the new intern.
I'm not a fan.

I know. Cam told me.
I don't care.

I tell you what, take a look
at the crime scene photos here.

Do your shrinky thing and see
if you see anything, huh?

I was there. I don't
need the photos.

All right, well,
tell me what you know.
Okay.

Well, the grate
was stomped out.

The location of the dump
was methodical.

The killer was deliberate
and thoughtful...

So not a crime of passion?

Perhaps initially.
But after the act,

whoever did this seems
to accept what he's done.

No regrets.

(computer beeps)
Oh.

I got a hit off Missing Persons.

The victim is Brian Thomas, 43.

He's the head swim coach at Knox
Community College in Maryland.

He was reported missing
by his wife.

I sent it all to your inbox.

Great. Thanks, Angela.
All right,

I tell you what.
You talk to the wife.

See if we're dealing with

a grieving widow
or a potential suspect,

all right?
Need those photos?

I don't need the pictures.

I was there.

Are you sure?

We are.

I'm very sorry
for your loss, Mrs. Thomas.

Can you think of anyone

who might have wanted
to hurt your husband?

No.

His life was devoted
to his work.

All he did
was coach and swim.

Did he compete?
Someone could've been jealous.

He hadn't competed
in years.
Mm.

What time did your husband

leave the house
the day he went missing?

Why is that important?

You don't know, do you?

I'm a nurse.

I work mostly nightshifts.

And Brian would
usually stay at the pool

late to work out.

We hadn't spent a lot
of time together lately.

That must've taken a toll
on your marriage.

We had talked about
taking the summer off to travel.

Just the two of us.

Make up for
lost time.

We could've made it work.

(quiet sigh)

Is this gonna
take long, Curly?

Nicknames and a highly
competitive nature.

I'm gonna go out
on a limb and say

you grew up
with a bunch of boys.

Good call. Five
older brothers.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey!
This is hydrochloric acid.

I don't know about this.

I don't want my bones damaged.

Your bones will be fine.

I'm diluting it down
to a one-molar solution.

So, it'll remove
the carbonate material,

and I can pry off the coins.

Oh.

Everyone here is so smart.

I don't understand

why there's not
more appreciation

for scientific imagination.

Science fiction?
Try the H.G. Wells exhibit

on the fourth floor.

Every new discovery started
with a dream, dude.

Including you diluting the HCL.

(gasps)

Nice work.
Right?

All right.

Let me know when I can start
de-fleshing the bones

and getting rid of the staining.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Thanks. Any idea

where I could get
about 80 pounds of pineapples?

So, Cam didn't get anything

from the tox screens, all right?

There is no poisons or drugs
in the victim's system.

She should've called me. You're
busy prepping for your hearing.

Ah, you know, force of habit.

I looked into the victim's work
at the community college.

Oh, hazing.
Yeah.

The reporter cites
an anonymous source

who told her about hazing
on the swim team

orchestrated by one
of its members,

Avery Parrish.
He made them

drink dangerous amounts
of milk and vinegar

until they vomited?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Two of the students
were hospitalized.

One of them quit the team.

That's horrible.
Why-why-why would this kid

turn against Brian?

Well, I tracked down
the student reporter

who confirmed that the informant
was Brian Thomas,

the swim coach.

So much for the source
being anonymous.

I told her
if she withheld the name,

she'd be impeding
a federal investigation.

So...
Look at you, huh?
Okay, I'll tell you what,

I'll go with you,
we'll go talk to him.

No, no. It's my lead,
Agent Booth.

You got a lot of studying to do.
You're gonna be on C-SPAN.

Yeah, that's heavy.
Okay, listen, uh,
take Bones with you.

I don't need a babysitter.
I'm not saying that
you need a babysitter,

I'm just saying--
look, you're doing a great job.

You really are. Just take Bones
so she can do her Boney thing.

Right. No, I knew that.

*

BRENNAN:
Since acting as an agent,
you're finally using evidence

to reach conclusions--
I appreciate that.

As opposed to my usual
meaningless psychobabble?
Exactly.

Okay. Well, I wish I could say
I appreciate your new intern.

Oh, Ms. Warren
is in Mensa.

She graduated at the top
of her class from
Michigan State at 19.

She has a lot to offer.
But you said that
you were gonna fire her.

Well, she needs discipline,
but we both need her expertise.

I'm surprised you're not
more accepting, Dr. Sweets.

Well...

That's Avery Parrish.

Avery Parrish?

Yeah?
SWEETS:
FBI.

We need to talk to you
about Brian Thomas.

Oh, my God,
what's happened to him?

He hasn't been
at practice all week.
Wait, who?

Our coach.

His remains were found
at the bottom of a well.

Most of his flesh
had been consumed by rats.

Did she say "bats"?

Are you kidding, Quentin?

I imagine he has
temporary hearing loss

from excessive
exposure to water.

You should see
an otolaryngologist.

You're good.
And you

should see an orthopedist.

Based on your
asymmetrical posture,

caused by limited mobility

in your right glenohumeral
joint, you seem to have

a musculoskeletal condition
known as "swimmer's shoulder."

SWEETS:
So Coach Brian
turned you in

for hazing-- you must have
been upset about that.

And you think...?

(laughs):
Hey, no way.

No matter what he did,
I loved the guy.

Because of him, Quentin
and I are looking

at scholarships
to four-year colleges.
When I got out of the Army,

I thought it was just
community college for me.

We all loved the guy.
Yeah.

When was the last time
any of you saw him?

Last Wednesday night--
practice ended at 8:00,

and we all left.

Coach stayed to lock up
and swim laps, like usual.

I think Coach Gabby
was still here, though.

Oh. Yeah.

Gabby.
BRENNAN: Although
a nonspecific response,

it seemed fraught
with meaning.

I agree.
What are you alluding to?

It seemed like...

they were sleeping together.
You don't know

if they were sleeping together.
Coach loved his wife.

Brian's dead, man.
They need us to tell the truth.

Gabby and Coach were together
all the time.

I wasn't having an affair
with Brian.

We were coworkers
and friends.

My God.
Now, I've had sex with
coworkers and friends.

In the past.

Why do I care?
SWEETS:
Uh...

maybe what was

a casual affair to him
meant more to you.

You wouldn't be
the first person to kill

because an affair ended.

For the last time,
there was no affair.

At least not with me.

You're saying he was having
an affair with someone else?

(sighs)

A couple of weeks ago,
Brian gave me a ride home...

and I found a woman's earring
in his car.

And he smelled like perfume
a couple of times.

He was married, Ms. Morrell.

I know Lyla.
She didn't wear perfume,

because it irritated
her patients.

And this earring
was gaudy,

with rhinestones and stuff.

Lyla barely wears studs.
You met her, right?

You may think
that this clears you,

but it actually gives you
another motive,

which is jealousy.

I agree.
His reasoning is sound.

(chuckles)

It's actually working.
Yeah.

I just had a feeling.

There's an enzyme
in pineapple.

Bromelain.
Yeah.

It breaks down proteins.

I took a Thai cooking course,

and I saw what the pineapples
did to the meat,

and I thought, you know,
why the hell not?

Man, I should've
known this.

Hey, you think it's gonna
remove all the staining?
It is.

(chuckles)
And thankfully,

the acidity
didn't degrade the bone.

You risked the
remains by using

a technique you weren't
sure would work?

Yeah. Thanks for all
the pineapples and trusting me.

I'm thinking mai tais
after work.

But I don't trust you.
Not now.
It was risky,

but I got to say,
science was on her side.

And Dr. Brennan
will be so stoked

to see all the injuries.

There's a fracture
to the superior portion

of the acetabulum
and another upwards

into the ilium
sustained postmortem

during the fall down the well.
And perimortem injuries

to the left humerus
and to the back

of the left ribs,
numbers nine, ten and 11.

Also, the L3 and L4
are shattered.

That would have
paralyzed the victim.

Oh, totally.

Right now I'm guessing

that he was beaten
while in the fetal position.
I'll swab

the wounds-- maybe there's
some trace that can help us
identify a weapon.

How much do you love
the humble pineapple right now?

(Warren chuckles)

SWEETS:
All right, so,

I had Forensic
Accounting analyze

the victim's financials.

Did you say "excuse me"?
Because I-I missed that.

I'm studying here.

I didn't want to waste time.

Brian bought dinner
at the same restaurant

every Friday, using
the same credit card.

That's one of the nights his
wife worked at the hospital.

Maybe he was
having an affair.

That's exactly
what I thought.

Where are you going?
You know what?

I'll tell you what,
I need a study break.

I'll take this one, okay?

(sighs)

WARREN:
I just had a feeling

it would work, and now the
lab smells like Hawaii.

You were lucky this
ended well, Ms. Warren.

Oh, luck is the unknown
mixed with knowledge,

instinct, commitment,
imagination and foresight.

I-I mean, I wouldn't
call the discovery of
penicillin luck, or...

complex math...
Fine, but as an intern,

before you do anything
like this again,

get my approval.

(sighs):
Lot of red tape
around here.

Uh, did you see
that his calcaneus

was driven backwards, causing
chipping damage to the cuboid?

He was thrown feet-first
down the well.

Oh.
What?

You didn't see this?

A bony enlargement
at the distal end

of the first metatarsal
of the left foot.

It's a hallux abducto
valgus deformity.
Bunions are

usually caused
by ill-fitting shoes.
I also see

a remodeled hairline Lisfranc
fracture in the mid-foot.

About two weeks old.
I should have seen these.

Yes. Perhaps your
vibe is broken.

This injury is the
result of someone

stumbling over a
plantar-flexed foot,

an injury often sustained
by women in high heels.

Snowboarders could
sustain this injury.

There's no evidence
Brian went snowboarding

two weeks prior to his death.

I also found
these osteophytes.

From observation,
not a vibe. (chuckles)

Uh, here on
the anterosuperior edges

of the thoracic vertebrae
one, two and three.

This would indicate
a continued stress
to the upper back.

That's not a result
of swimming.
Definitely not.

He was clearly
involved in some other

form of strenuous
physical activity.

(sighs): Oh, wow. Bones,
this doesn't make any sense.

I mean, if the victim used
his credit card here

every Friday night, someone
should've recognized him.

Are you sure you should be
out in the field, Booth?

You know what, I cannot look
at another operational manual

or disciplinary report without
shooting it, all right?

Let's just...
let's go to that motel

we saw earlier
around the corner, okay?

Just show the manager
the victim's photo.

If he was having
an affair...

BRENNAN: No.
BOOTH: No what?

He was going in there.

It makes sense.

What makes sense?
Come on!

BOOTH:
It's a club.

* Keep it cool

* What's the name of the club?

* I can't remember,
but it's all right *

* I'm all right, just dance

* Gonna be okay

* Da-doo-doo-doo

* Just dance

* Da-doo-doo-doo

* Just dance

* Gonna be okay

* Just, just, just dance

* Dance, dance

* Just, just, just

* Dance

* Wish I could shut
my playboy mouth *

* Whoa, oh, oh...

He wa wearing high heels!

That's why he had the hallux
abducto valgus deformity

and the Lisfranc fractures.

A-And the osteophytes

on the vertebrae
were caused

by the weight
of fake breasts.

Are you saying that the
perfume and the earrings
belonged to him?

Yes.

There.
What?

The mandible and
the zygomatic

are Brian Thomas's.

Wait a second,
he wasn't having an affair.

He was a drag queen.

* Out on the floor

(laughing)
Whoa.

Table for two?

Yeah. On our way. Two.

* What's the name of the club?
I can't remember *

* But it's all right,
I'm all right *

* Just dance.

* So let's dance
the last dance... *

I can't believe
Jenny's dead.

Oh. This is awful.

I'm... I'm sorry.

She was a good friend
and a great beauty.

Yes. Excellent
bone structure.

Right. Look,
how long had, uh, he...

she been working with you,

Ms. Childs?
Just call me Destiny, sugar.

About a year.
Uh, Fridays only.

Jenny had a day
job. You know,

not everyone can live off booze,
singles and applause.

You know, G-man,

I could make you
look fabulous.

I'm straight. Thanks.

So was Jenny.

BRENNAN:
Anthropologically
speaking,

homosexuality
is not a prerequisite

for cross-dressing.

There are Kabuki actors

and certain
Hindu devotees

of Krishna.
It's an expression
of personality,

like you wearing your socks.

Okay, look, socks are
a little different than a dress.

Oh, you could get used to it.

Actually, kilts are...
Look, guys,

I don't have any problem
with any of this.

Really. I think
you look very...

pretty
in your dress.

But I prefer pants, okay?

So, did Brian have
any enemies at the bar?

Kimmy Moore.

Kimmy Moore.
She was mad
at Jenny

for taking her time slot here.

It was prime, darling.
And Kimmy thought

she could parlay her gig
into something bigger,

like a tour or a TV show, but...

Jenny was simply better.

And Kimmy would've
killed over this?

Let's put
it this way,

she has
the worst characteristics

of both the genders--

she has the aggression of a man

and the temper of a woman.
She also has

very well-developed biceps

and trapezius muscles. She's...

definitely strong enough to
throw a grown man down a well.

She was thrown down a well?

Oh, honey, that's no way for
a queen to take her final bow.

* All that I ask

* Is that you dance with me

* Dance with me, dance with me *

* Yeah... *

Sweets.

Am I being called to
the principal's office?
(chuckles)

No. Uh, listen, about
the "novice" remarks earlier,

I just wanted
to apologize.

Accepted.
You can pick me up at 8:00.

I like my steak rare
and my beer thick and cold.

(chuckles)
Glad you understand.

Doesn't seem you do.

Excuse me? What?

Are we gonna drink
and eat meat or what?

Oh, you were serious about that.

Is that such a weird thing
to do or...

No. It's...
(sighs)

Well, we're colleagues.

Okay.
(chuckles)

I was feeling it there
for a minute,

but I guess my Sweets-dar
is way off.
No.

I mean, look, I...
It's not like I don't like you.

I mean, I think you're
very attractive and you're...

Dr. Sweets, this is a lab,
not speed dating.
Yeah?

No, we... Uh, I just needed
to see if there was any new
information about the case.

And apparently I'm irresistible.
It's not his fault.

Then do him a favor and try
to rein it in, Ms. Warren.

You wanted
to see me?
Yeah.

Fractures to the third
and fourth metacarpals

on the victim's right hand.
It's known as a "fight bite."

So Brian was punching someone?
Yes.

Nice job, Sweets. The person's
tooth penetrated a joint capsule

in Brian's hand, fracturing
the bone. Remodeling suggests

that the injury happened
two weeks before he died.

At the same time
as the fracture to the foot.

Wasn't that the result
of tripping in high heels?

Oh, so the victim was in drag
during the fight.

Hey.
Right?

Brian must've fought
with someone at the bar.

You know, Booth
is there right now.

I'll go give him a call.

Toodle-oo.

I'm a diva, not a murderer.

Well, there's a first time
for everything, okay?

We know that you were mad
that Jenny took your slot.

Yeah. I called in sick,
and the next thing I know,

this queen is trying
to take my crown.

Ha. All because I got the flu.

We were told it was because
your act wasn't very good.

Destiny is jealous.

My act could play Vegas,
sweetheart.

I need you
to remove your makeup.

What?
Jenny got

into a fight. She punched
someone in the face.

So we need you to
remove your... mask.

Uh, two words, okay?
"Uh" and "uh."

It takes hours to create Kimmy,

and I have a show in 15.
Right, well,

you're a suspect in a murder,
so either you take it off

or we go for a ride downtown.
What's it gonna be?

(sighs)

This fight
you say she was in,

it was about three weeks ago,
wasn't it?

Yes.
It wasn't me.

Jenny came in from
the parking lot between shows.

She had a bloody hand.

Okay. What happened?
I don't know.

All she said was that
the situation had been handled.

She was a tough one.
Ooh, butch queen.

If she and I had been
in a fight, this face

wouldn't still be
so beautiful.

I wish I was back home studying
the operational manual, Bones.

I don't
see anything.

You have the results
of the swabs?

Yeah. I found traces
of a copper-zinc alloy

in the fractures to the L3 and
L4 that were not from the coins.

What's the polyethylene?

It's a common
plastic. I found it

in the damage to the humerus.
Now, the most common use

of copper, zinc and plastic is
in a plumbing pipe.

So this lovely dude-lady was
beaten with a plumbing pipe?

Yep.
Come on.

Hey, um, have either
of you seen Cam?

I saw her in the lounge.

Oh, uh, I've been
meaning to ask you.

Was that a blushing Sweets that
I saw run out of here earlier?

He came to apologize
for being stupid,

so I made him feel more stupid.

Wait a minute. What
is it with Sweets

and the interns?
Whoever it was,

I can make him forget.

So the feeling's mutual.

The proper ones
are always crazy in bed.

Right?
Again?

MONTENEGRO:
We were, uh,

talking about the case,
about how it's...

New rule: next person I find
discussing their sex life

instead of the case
cleans my autopsy room.

(elevator bell dings)

Dr. Sweets.

Mrs. Thomas,
what are you doing here?

I was looking for you, actually.

Oh, do you have
more information for us?

No. I was hoping
to get some answers from you.

I'm-I'm sorry. There are rules.

I'm not allowed to discuss
an ongoing investigation.

It... I understand that, but...

I just heard about Brian
and about him being Jenny

and...

I...

Right.

Well, as an athlete

and a coach,

Brian was required to adhere
to a very structured lifestyle.

And Jenny provided a sort
of escape, you know,

an uninhibited extension
of Brian,

someone
completely free.
I'm sorry.

I'm not making myself clear.

The reasons why
don't matter to me.

What I don't
understand is...

why he didn't tell me.

You know, often people reject

what's odd or foreign to them,

and I'm sure Brian was
afraid he'd lose you.

But I loved him. I would've

accepted him.

If he'd just given
me that chance,

trusted me,

maybe he'd still be alive.

I found footage of the fight
that Brian got into

outside Madame's Apple.

I thought the club didn't
have any security cameras.

They don't. But the convenience
store behind the club does.

And I'm guessing it was pointed
in the right direction.

Look at this.

Ooh,

not very ladylike.

MONTENEGRO:
I bet

that's where
he broke his foot.

SAROYAN:
A plumber.
So based

on this fight, I'm thinking
that guy would want revenge.

So how do we find him?

That's why you have me.

I ran the plate through
the DMV database.

Joe Rizzo.
He looks like

the kind of guy who doesn't like
getting beaten up by a woman.

So I got in a fight.

Ain't you ever been
in a fight before?

Well, you?
Eh, probably not.

You know what I think? I think
you were committing a hate crime

but you were messing
with the wrong person.

You were humiliated,
so you killed her for revenge.

Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait,
wait, wait. She's dead?

Yeah, Joe. She was found
at the bottom of a well.

And since you're a plumber,
you're now our prime suspect.

So, what, the FBI
hates plumbers now?
Our techs

found pipes in your car made of
zinc, copper and polyethylene.

Trace elements of those
were found on our victim

from the weapon
used to kill her.
Okay,

wait, wait, wait. Look,
you guys got this all wrong.

I didn't kill Jenny.

You knew her name?

Yeah, of-of course.

I was a regular at the bar.

Every Friday night.

I liked Jenny.

Oh.

"Oh" what?

A plumber can't appreciate
good entertainment?

Why did she attack you, then?

We, uh, had... a thing.

Sexual?

No. Come on. She was a guy.

I don't know.
No, our fight

was about my credit card bill.
Every Friday,

there'd be these weird charges.

And I never, ever used
that card,

but the account info was
on my phone, so...

You figured that Jenny used
your phone at Madame's Apple.

Yeah. She was always very
attentive, you know, touchy.

So I figured she pocketed it,

used the account info
to buy stuff, so...

I asked her about it.

Judging from her reaction,
you didn't ask very nicely,

did you?
No, I...

deserved that beating.

I was impolite.

You were impolite?

I called her a tranny.

And I shoved her.

I shouldn't have done that.

But I was out almost 300 bucks.

And I never did find out
who stole the info, so...

HODGINS:
So, I analyzed the pipes

we found in Joe's truck.

Now, they match the copper,
zinc and plastic

we found in the victim's wounds.

So now it is time

for phase two.
(gasps)

What's it made of?

Synthetic bone and skin.

It's filled with minced meat
and gelatin--

cherry flavor, of course.

It's a masterpiece.

I know.

And here comes the fun part.

We get to destroy it.

These are
from the suspect's truck.

So we'll attack the torso
to see if we can re-create

the force profile found
on the damaged bones.

Yep.
(chuckles)

Now, this is my kind of science.

Right?

(grunting)

What are you doing?

Uh...

we were just, you know,
re-creating the assault.
While blowing off some steam.

Angela has a computer system
worth over $1 million.

I'm sure she could do
a reconstruction

with far
less cleanup.
She was busy.

Something about
a stolen Internet connection.

And, as you know, in the first
48 hours of an investigation,

every minute counts.

(sighs)
We'd better get something
probative from this, guys.

That whole "first 48"
thing... nice.

You're gonna do well.

I know.

I've been reviewing
the IP traffic logs

to find out
how Joe Rizzo's info was taken

from his phone.
These are the logs

from each Friday.
It shouldn't...

take that long.
Okay.

Hey, just a little
word of advice.

Don't pass this one up.

One? Which one?
What are you talking about?

Jessica.

She likes you.

And she's fun.

You could use
a little fun.

I have fun, okay?

I don't... (sighs)

I'll think about it,

but she seems
a little unpredictable.

(laughs)
That's what fun is.

That's why you
could use some.

(computer trilling)
Uh-oh.
What?

Madame's Apple

has free Wi-Fi.

Every time Joe logged in,

they accessed
his account information.

Oh.

You'd steal customers'
credit card info

when they used
your Wi-Fi?

I would just charge
small amounts

so most people
wouldn't notice.

And Joe-- he was a big tipper,

so I didn't think
$300 was a big deal.

Well, it was to him.

And it was a big
deal to Jenny, too.

Did she confront
you about it?

No, I wouldn't call it
a confrontation.

We just talked about it.
That's it.

No, that's not it.
Jenny's dead, all right?

And you have a motive.

If she talked, you'd go to jail
for identity theft.

Jenny was a friend.

She reminded me that Madame's
Apple wasn't just a bar.

It was a place where people
could be themselves,

whatever that was.
Me stealing

just put all that in jeopardy.

So you just...
you stopped, just like that?

It was that
or lose what I loved most.

It's rare when someone
can change that easily.

I grew up getting laughed at
and beat on.

When that happens, you learn
how to survive any way you can.

And sometimes
you make the wrong choices.

It might not be easy to change,
but I did, Dr. Sweets.

I guess I'm just one
of the rare ones.

(sighs)

I have the results of the
experiment I ran with Hodgins.

You're not gonna like it.

The copper pipes are not a match
for the force profile.

That's right.
How did you know?

I don't use your method
of guess work.

I'd call it an experiment.

You have great potential,
Ms. Warren,

but there are
many brilliant people

whose lives amount to nothing
because they don't appreciate

the gifts they've been given.

I've heard that one a lot.

Then take it to heart.

I'm constantly
marveling at myself.

You should try it.

You're reexamining the
damage to the L3 and L4?

There's too much
localized fragmentation

to be from a pipe.

We're looking for a weapon
that has a much higher velocity,

that is made of zinc,
copper and plastic.

A bullet has a
higher velocity,

but they don't
contain plastic.

A bullet would cause
cavitation and beveling,

which aren't present.

So, what has the same velocity
as a bullet but isn't a bullet?

It wa a bullet!
Wait. You just said that...

Think, Ms. Warren.
What did the victim do

when he wasn't wearing a dress?

He swam.

He wa shot!

Brian swam laps
after practice.

And he'd lock up after,
so he'd be alone.

When a bullet
is fired into water,

it slows and deforms enough

to create injuries
that mimic blunt-force trauma.

And a bullet exits

the barrel of a gun at an
average of 900 feet per second.

But after hitting the water,
the bullet's velocity would slow

and stop at a depth
of eight feet.

According to my calculations,
the victim was hit

from approximately
5.5 feet away.

Based on the size
of the injuries,

he was likely shot with a
hollow-point bullet from a .45.

Can you run a simulation,
Angela?

Mm-hmm.
You're in
for a treat.

Are you talking about
the case or you?

(laughing)
(laughing)

SWEETS:
What about the, uh...

the plastic?

One of the bullets
hit a lane divider.

BRENNAN:
If he were paralyzed

while in the water,
he would have drowned.

We finally have
cause of death.

SAROYAN:
So far, we've discovered
a nick in a lane line.

Okay, so the bullet did
take off a chunk of plastic

before hitting
the victim.

Which confirms our scenario.
SAROYAN:
But any bullets

fired would've slowed and sunk.
None have been found.

I would imagine that the killer
dove in and collected them.

Yeah, and, uh, the filters
and the chlorine

in the pool would have washed
away any traces of blood.

But the killer
had to move the body.

There could be trace
somewhere.

Found chipping
in the side wall

five feet down.

There were definitely

shots fired
into the pool.

SWEETS:
Well, keep looking.

Maybe you can find a bullet.
Yes, sir.

Cam?

I found traces of blood
in the hamper.

SAROYAN:
The killer must have used this

to move the body
out of the building.

You know, the other swim coach
is the only other person

with a key to the pool.

And all we have
is her word

that she wasn't sleeping
with the victim.

We should see if she owns a gun.

I was going to suggest that.

Do you own a gun, Ms. Morrell?

I don't like what
you're suggesting.

And I don't like that you're not
answering the question.

I don't have to talk
to you without a lawyer.

It's a simple question,
especially if you're innocent.

The records are easy to check.

Yes.

I do. A .45.

But I never use it.

Only for target practice,
I swear.

Brian was my friend.

WARREN:
What did you find at the pool?

Bullet fragment, and it
definitely hit the lane guide.

It was lodged
in the drain.
Impossible.

No, it's very possible.
I found it, and I touched it.

It was there, and now
it's right here.

Then we're gonna have
to rethink things, aren't we?

Thank you. Ballistics found
no gunpowder residue

in the barrel of Gabby's gun.

So, it hadn't been
fired recently.

We got it wrong.
You should knock, Ms. Warren.

I'll do it later.
The victim wasn't shot poolside.

How do you know?
Hodgins found a bullet
lodged in the drain.

The pool was ten feet deep.

If the shot was fired
from outside the pool,

the bullet would have
stopped moving at eight feet.

It couldn't have lodged itself
in the drain.

Brilliant, Ms. Warren!

I can't tell you how long
I've been waiting

to hear that.
Okay. Whether or not

the victim was shot inside
or outside

the pool,
what difference does it make?

The difference between

finding the killer or not.

Hey, why did you rush...?

What is going on?
Don't know.

Well...

Excuse me.

Uh, little clarity, please?

I am the lead on the case.

Okay. Uh, what's happening?

No idea at all.

The killer had to be
in the pool.

Okay, how does
that help us?

Water transmits pressure much
more efficiently than air.

So, a gun fired underwater
would be deafening.

There's a slight hairline
fracture on the stapes.

(laughs)
We just solved your case, dude.

Would someone please explain?

The stapes was fractured
by the shots.

Which means that the killer's
hearing would also be affected.

You did just solve it.

You are good.

BRENNAN:
Your hearing problem--

it's a fractured stapes
caused by shooting underwater.

We got a warrant
for your gun.

The one you left
the military with?

I carry it for self-defense.

It tested positive for chlorine.

Yeah, and you didn't recover
all the slugs.

One was found lodged
in the drain.

Ballistics matched it
to your weapon.

SWEETS:
Why?

You left the military,
you were getting an education.

At a community college.

I wanted a four-year school.

I served my country.
I deserved it.

How was Brian preventing you?

I practiced so much,
my grades started to fall.

I copied another guy's midterm.

Brian caught you.

He was going to report me.

I'd never get
into a four-year school.

I-I tried
to make him see my side,

but he said rules are rules.

We argued...

and I shoved him into the pool.

And then I just lost it.

You went in after him
and shot at him underwater,

fracturing your stapes.

I don't even remember
how it all happened.

I-I liked Coach,
I really did.

But I just lost it.

You sure you don't have
any more studying to do?

Well, yeah.

Look, if the subcommittee
doesn't like my answers,

it's just not meant to be.

That's an excellent answer.
You're definitely ready.

I'm ready.
Hey, Sweets was
good, by the way.

Very good.
Oh, wait a second.

What? You want
another partner now?

He wasn't that good,
but he did make me realize

I should never take you
for granted.

So it worked out well
for both of us.

You weren't testing
me, were you, Booth?

What do you mean?

Well, if you do
get this job,

maybe we won't be working
together anymore,

and you wanted to see
how that worked out.

Whoa. Wait a second. Oh, let
me just tell you one thing.

I told Stark, okay,
if you're not with me,

I have no interest in that job.

Another excellent answer.
Right.

(elevator bell dings)
Where is Sweets?

I thought we were going
to buy him a drink.

You know what?
He said he had something to do.

My guess is, though, he's just
tired from doing real work.

Manly work, FBI work.

(clattering)

(man moans, woman moans)

(clattering, man growls)

(items thudding, woman laughs)

(sighs)

(laughs)

Well, that was a good start.

I think I pulled a muscle.

I'd be disappointed
if you didn't.

(sighs)

Should we go get
that steak and beer now?

I should, uh... I
should clean up first.
Just get a new apartment.

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