All language subtitles for Bones S07E02 The Hot Dog in the Competition

Mr. Sedlak!

Mr. Sedlak!

You're eight days late
with the rent.

Just because
I'm the new super doesn't mean

I won't heave your sorry ass out
the window if I have a mind to!

I...

What a slob.

Someone's not getting
their security deposit back.

How did you complete
your undergraduate degree

in two years while confined to
a juvenile detention facility?

Well, some
people are born

with a knack for
shooting, some singing.

Me-- I got a knack
for thinking.

Simple as that.

You graduated top
of your university class

when you were 16,

you'll have a doctorate
by the time you're 20.

There is nothing
simple about that.

And you're sure
I'm cleared to work here?

I mean, after such a kindness,

I don't want to get no one
in trouble on my account.

I spoke to your parole officer
in North Carolina.

Your record
is officially expunged

and sealed forever,
so it's no problem.

I cannot thank you enough,
Dr. Saroyan.

Yeah, the pleasure's mine.

I'm the one that's getting
a brilliant new intern.

Well, I'm just
a simple country boy

trying to put one foot
in front of the other, ma'am.

Well, put on
this simple lab coat,

and you can help me prep
the forensic platform.

All right.

There are multiple lacerations
to the ribs.

Yeah, that'll happen

when you're thrown
through a terrarium.

I got you.

Skin as smooth
as a baby's bottom.

Looks like Dr. Evil's cat.

Yeah. I'll analyze
their scat back at the lab.

That sounds exciting. Yeah.

Okay, so what do we
got here, Bones?

The victim is a female,
early 30s.

It appears death was caused

by the L1 vertebra
being punctured,

severing the posterior
spinal vein and arteries.

Dr. Brennan, you sure
you don't want a chair?

The way you're squatting,
I'm worried that little guy

in there is gonna
just drop right out.

Thank you but my uterus and
cervical plug are quite healthy.

Also, I'm not having
a boy, it's a girl.

A girl.

Excuse me?

Well, the fetus growing

inside my womb
has female genitalia.

You guys are having a girl?

That is so awesome!

Okay, just wait one second.
Can I just have

a word with you here?

You're guessing, right,
what we're having?

No. I had an ultrasound
at the doctor's this morning.

- Are you displeased with the results?
- No.

Thrilled, but you can't just

spring something like that
on me in public.

Why didn't you tell me

that you had
a doctor's appointment?

Ultrasounds are poorly pixilated
and in black and white.

You only like movies
that are in color.

I would have loved this movie.

It would have been
my favorite movie of all time.

Sorry. I had no idea

that our child's genitals
were so important to you.

Bones, I am the father.

You see?

All right, you know, I can't
deal with this right now.

We'll talk about it later,
and okay, so,

victim here is a
female, correct?

Yes. Should I have told you
that in private, as well?

That's good.

Well, let's just keep
pressing forward.

Okay, so the registered
tenant was Mr. Sedlak.

He can't be located, so this is
definitely not the tenant.

And why did the rats
only eat half of her?

Well, since they're hairless,

the rats need to stay warm
under the terrarium's UV lights.

The rats were just food
for the real tenant,

Python regius.

It appears that our
slithering friend

has found another warm
and cozy hiding spot.

It's very possible that

the python consumed
some evidence

which we will
need to retrieve.

Right. Hodgins,
you find the snake.

Bones, you take the body
back to the Jeffersonian.

- What are you going to do?
- Well, it's not really important

that we share every detail
of our day, is it?

I agree.

For a moment, I thought
you didn't understand.

Mr. Abernathy,
a few observations

so that I may judge your ability
with a real set of remains.

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, the victim is a female,

normally I would say
late 20s to early 30s,

but in this case,
I would say 30 to 31

based on the sternal rib ends,
smooth, only a few pores,

sharp rim edge irregularly
contoured, zero projections.

That, in conjuncture with the
barely discernible fusion line

at the medial clavicle,
gives us precise age.

As for injuries,
cursory examination

shows sharp-force trauma present
on the ribs,

posterior ulna,
humerus and supraspinous fossa.

It's all consistent with
being thrown through annealed

rather than tempered glass;

said glass approximately

six millimeters in thickness,

judging by the shards protruding
from the scapula.

A promising start.

Dr. Saroyan?

Uh, sure, 'cause who wouldn't
want to follow that act?

Well, uh, feeding activity

on the lower half of
the body was isolated,

leaving this entire portion
almost fully intact,

including much
of the small intestine and--

Whoa!

Did you guys see that?

Uh, peristalsis due
to abdominal distention?

Except the victim
has no abdomen.

Oh, God!
Get it out of here!

Oh, God,
I hate snakes!

Dr. Hodgins?

Somebody
kill that thing.

You can come back to the lab.

We've discovered the warm place
where the python was hiding.

Oh, I got to say, ma'am,
this is the best damn job ever.

♪ Bones 7x02 ♪
The Hot Dog in the Competition
Original Air Date on November 10, 2011

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
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So I hear Finn saved you
from having a heart attack.

Yes. He's quite
handy with serpents.

Even Dr. Brennan
was impressed.

Really? It's rare for her to
trust a new intern to work solo.

Well, I'll, uh, I'll try
to do her proud.

Seriously?

"Do her proud"?

Yes, sir.

Okay.

What exactly did you do
to wind up in juvie

for three years anyway?

Dr. Hodgins, we
have work to do.

Eh, it's an innocent question.

No need to worry, Dr. Hodgins.

A few mistakes
when I was a sprout.

But now I'm as honest
as the sunshine

on the back of a honeybee.

Why is that honest?

There is a lot of masticated
food in the teeth.

- A lot.
- Oh, wow.

Looks like she was
eating from a trough

just before she died. Okay.

I'll floss and see if
I find anything interesting.

The victim's mandibular fossa
is unusually shallow,

allowing for the condylar
process to slip.

Meaning this lady's jaw
could unhinge itself,

like a python.

She could swallow anything.

Excuse me.

Well, I'm confused, Finn.

No one spends three years in
juvie for hotwiring a tractor.

Dr. Hodgins.

I reckon he has a right to know.

I did some joy riding,
mailbox baseball,

I borrowed a few things from
the grocery I shouldn't have.

I ain't proud of
it, sir.

But now I'm proud
to be able to assist y'all

in whatever way I can.

Okay, then.

Well, I reckon
I'd best go look and see

what we found in the teeth.

I'm so sorry, Finn.

No problem, ma'am.

But there is
something here

that is as odd
as my Cousin Bobby.

We have an extra bone,
and it's the victim's

'cause it's covered
in her scar tissue.

An extra bone?

It must be due to fibrodysplasia
ossificanus progressiva.

You know, a disorder
that causes the muscle

and tissue to ossify.

But I'd sure feel better

if Dr. Brennan
took a look-see.

So, the original lease holder,
Gerald Sedlak,

has been living in Cleveland
for four years.

I don't understand.

Well, the apartment
is rent controlled,

so when he moved out,

he just sold his key
to the next tenant.

Who posed as Sedlak
for the cheap rent.

That's a good move
in this economy.

- Who was it?
- Well, we're not sure.

But there have been seven
tenants all registered under Sedlak.

The last one, being a female
but she kept to herself.

You want me to see
if I can give a profile

based on her personal effects?

That's right.

I want you
to use your Jedi mind powers.

I like it
when you call me a Jedi.

Well, most kids do.

Oh, hey, congratulations,
by the way.

I hear you're having a girl.

How did you know?
I ran into

Dr. Brennan this morning.
She was leaving the doctor.

- Why? Is it a secret?
- Obviously not.

She probably hired a skywriter
to tell the world.

Is there something
I should know?

Yeah. Who the victim is.

Well, I mean, she has virtually
no personal effects.

No... no photos on the wall.

- Was there any mail?
- No. No mail.

There's not much to go on here.

There's a couch,

a kitchen table...
And the python.

No home would be complete
without a python.

True. Very true.

Says here that neighbors
who did see the victim

described her
as "extremely attractive."

She was seen multiple times
with very fat men.

Prostitutes sometimes
keep a separate place

to conduct their,
you know, business.

And snakes are often
seen as sexual.

Maybe one of the clients
got a little too excited.

Oh, good Lord, and you wonder
why nobody ever visits you.

Which makes it doubly odd
that you're here.

I'm here 'cause someone needs

to knock some sense
into you, chérie.

What were you thinking bringing
a criminal into this lab?

Caroline, I've already had
this conversation once today.

Finn has no criminal record.

He did until two days ago

when he turned 18,
and it was expunged.

You should have talked to me
before you hired him.

Why should I discuss
with a federal prosecutor

who I hire in my lab?

Tell me: What happens
when a defense attorney

questions the integrity

of this lab
because we have

a teenage miscreant
handling evidence?

So, you think that
this young man,

brilliant by even
Dr. Brennan's standards,

should be condemned forever

because of some youthful
indiscretions?

Sometimes life isn't fair.

But I don't have
to help it along.

He deserves a chance,

and I am going to
give it to him.

Now, unless you would like to
help, I have some work to do.

I'm not killing that snake.

This ain't me askin',
you understand.

It's not "ain't," it's "isn't."

This is the Jeffersonian,
not a fishin' hole.

Look, I appreciate
you're agitated,

but Dr. Saroyan insists.

See when we X-rayed
our little friend here,

we found a rat inside,
and inside that rat,

a distal phalanx
from the victim.

Now, we need to get that bone

before the snake's
digestive juices gets to it.

Well, maybe someone
of legal drinking age

can figure out a way
to read that X ray

without killing
an innocent python.

Is everything okay?

No, it's not.

I only just gave him a new home.

He's got bamboo
climbing branches,

artificial plants,

his own hiding box.

Well, everyone has to make
sacrifices, Dr. Hodgins,

and it's time

for that python to make his.

You know, growing up,

I kept myself a few snakes,
so I might be able...

Wonderful,

Opie, really.

However, the adults
who can speak properly--

we're talking now.

Excuse me, sir,

but elocution was not
on my application

and it doesn't seem to bother
anybody else here how I talk,

so I'm getting the feeling
you're just doing it

to make me
feel bad

'cause I'm different than you,

which right now
is making me feel pretty glad,

but just because
we speak different

don't mean we can't
understand one another.

After all,
we both speak science.

And that's all that's important
in here, right?

Oh, snap.

Now,

let's get this over with
and kill

the vile, slimy, soulless
creature and get that finger.

His metabolism is very slow.

Okay, we've got two hours
before there is any damage

to that distal phalanx.

Give me the two hours.

Please.

Look at that face.

Two hours.

After that...

Got any good ideas?

I have reviewed
your notes,

which are thorough
and excellent,

except for your conclusion
concerning

this bone.

It fits the profile

for fibrodysplasia
ossificans progressiva.

A rare and fascinating
disorder.

However, in our search
for the extraordinary,

the mundane is often overlooked.

This is a chicken bone.

Oh, shoot, I'm sorry, ma'am,
I should have known.

I grew up on barbecue.

It was lodged in the lung
after it was swallowed

and it went down the trachea
instead of her esophagus.

Well, why didn't she cough it up
like a normal person?

That is one of the questions
we will need to answer.

You might find
something valuable

in the intestinal contents

Dr. Saroyan retrieved.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hey.

Hodgins just told
me the big news.

A little girl.

Hodgins also mentioned

that Booth wasn't there
when you found out.

I didn't see
the importance of it.

Put yourself in
his position.

Would you like to
hear secondhand?

I wouldn't care.

Why do I try?

Okay,

I got an I.D.
from the facial reconstruction.

Victim's name was Tina Thomas.

Your wife was identified

by the forensic team
at the Jeffersonian.

I can't believe it.

Who would want to murder Tina?

Mr. Thomas, were you aware

that your wife was renting an
apartment?

Yeah. She went there
for a week at a time

to get her business done.

So you knew what she did?

At first, she used
to do it at the house,

but you know, it got to be
too much for me.

I just couldn't watch anymore.

You used to watch?

Well, I wanted to be supportive.

Tina was so good at what she
did, I got to quit my job.

She sounds very accomplished.

Oh, yeah.

She could dislocate her jaw,

I mean open her mouth
really wide

and she had no
gag reflex.

Honestly, she could put
anything in there.

Oh.

Once I saw her make
a foot-long wiener disappear.

Is that some sort of euphemism
that prostitutes use,

or...?

Prostitute?

What the hell are
you talking about?

My wife wasn't a hooker.

Uh-uh, she was a champion.

A competitive-eating champion.

Thank you very much.

We don't have any
further questions.

Thanks for coming in.

Weiner, I got you.

Stop.

Throughout history
eating contests

have been popular
in wealthy societies

as a reflection
of their abundance.

At the height
of the Roman Empire,

some contestants would
gorge until they died.

Wow, that's pretty amazing.
So listen, this is Tina's

profile from the Competitive
Eating Alliance Web site.

- Oh.
- And there she is, huh?

Her stage name was
Tina "The Python" Thomas.

She held world records
in eating hot dogs

and buffalo wings.

That would explain the chicken
bone lodged in her lung.

She ate 65 hot dogs
in 12 minutes!

You sound very impressed
with her accomplishments.

- 65 hot dogs?
- Yes.

- In 12 minutes.
- You said.

You don't want to see that?
I'd love to see that.

That's pretty amazing
if you ask me.

Well, I'm bringing in the head
of Competitive Eating

so we can talk
to him about Tina.

Oh, I can't.

Why?

I have a meeting with
a financial advisor

about a
trust for our daughter.

You're doing it again.

What?

You're not including me.

I thought the reason
that you wanted to attend

the ultrasound was emotional.

A meeting with a
financial advisor

is practical.

Also you have no money.

This is not about
the money, you understand?

The point is-- is that you--
you should have asked.

That's all,
it's pretty obvious.

I thought I was making things
easier for you.

No, I don't want things easy.

You know what, I think
that you should walk

in my shoes for a while.

You want me to see the world

as you do, so I can

feel what you feel?

Right, you know me well
enough to do that, right?

Huh...

I want to have intercourse.

What?

You enjoy sex at any time,
this is any time, ergo,

you want sex now.

A simple syllogism.

Forget it. Let's just order.
Now I'm frustrated.

- What is that?
- These are the scraps

Hodgins flossed from
the victim's teeth.

A delightful slurry of beef,
chicken and pork intestines--

otherwise known
as a hot dog.

One good thing about
hot dog meat,

the preservatives are great
for keeping evidence intact.

It seems she took a bite
out of something

more than a hot dog.
Take a look.

Oh.

This was lodged between
her upper right canine

and bicuspid.

You know, I just looked in there
like I knew what I was doing.

It's a sliver of human tissue
and it's not hers.

Meaning Tina may have
bitten her attacker?

I'm running the DNA now.

Okay, send me the results,

and I'll see if I can find
a match in the FBI database.

Cool.

You can see why
the crowds loved her.

The way she lets
the python

slither all over.

Wow.

Tina was an athlete.
She trained hard.

She never weighed
more that 125.

Man, this is a lot more intense

than my pie-eating
contest in college.

Yeah.

About a month ago
I was in Japan

negotiating a weekly eating
competition for prime time.

Japan, that's
where the real money is.

This TV offer,
that was just for Tina?

No, it was for the league.
But she was the draw.

The sport has really
taken off over there.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Four weeks ago at a chicken wing
competition in Tulsa.

I didn't understand why
I hadn't heard from her since,

but I just figured
she was training

and I'd see her today.

Why today?

The Gluttony Games
start this afternoon.

She was the headliner.

She would've walked away
with an easy ten grand.

Dr. Saroyan, I need
a word with you.

If it's about Finn,
I don't want to hear it.

Well, you're going to.

Are you aware

of all the charges
brought against that boy?

He made some mistakes.
He was 15.

Joy riding is a mistake.

Assault is something
a whole lot different, chérie.

You unsealed his records?!

He has a history of violence.

Kid assaulted his stepfather
with a hunting knife.

What were the circumstances?

Does that matter?

Do you want someone here who
solves problems that way?

And it gets worse.

A year after the assault,
Finn's stepfather disappeared.

His body was never found.

What are you saying?

You're a cop and a coroner,

what the hell do you think
I'm saying?

Cop in North Carolina said

the whole county heard Finn
making threats.

You're a good woman, Cam.

With a big heart.

I know you think Finn is some
helpless pup that you can save.

But don't ruin your career
and the reputation

of the Jeffersonian
by being stubborn.

Ms. Montenegro said you might
have found some DNA.

I sure would like to be of
assistance if you'd like.

Uh...
No, Finn, it's-it's okay.

I've got this one.

Okay. Yes, ma'am.

♪ Go ♪

♪ I just want you to know ♪

♪ That I am about to get
my game on... ♪

Maybe some of the other
competitors can tell us

who might have wanted
Tina out of the way.

I know, Bones.
That's why we're here.

Listen, you didn't
have to come with me.

- I know you're probably tired.
- No, I am determined to see

the world through your eyes.

Oh, right, and being around
all this food while you're

pregnant, that doesn't hurt.

You just saw the world through
my eyes, didn't you?

It's not hard.

Oh God, look at that, Bones.

Oh, they seem
quite determined.

Wow. Look at number two go.

He's amazing.

He's using the
Valsalva maneuver.

It increases thoracic pressure
throughout the esophagus,

allowing him

to ingest more food.

You really did
your homework, huh?

It's an anatomically
fascinating case.

This is all right, huh?

This actually is

a sport. Look at it.

Oh, oh, four's down.

Four's down!
Look at that!

Interesting.

- Your adrenaline is clearly surging.
- Huh?

You're allowing the crowd
and the competition

to stimulate the same
chemical response

one would experience
during battle,

but without
the actual danger.

It's very clever.

Yeah, clever.

Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!
Eat! Eat! Eat!

Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!

Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!
Eat! Eat!

Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!
Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!

Come on! Put it up!

Pack it in, losers!

Less than a minute left!

And it looks like we're down
to our two legends of the sport:

Ron "The Woodchuck"
Patterson

versus Rick
"The Compactor" Koser!

52!

Now 53!

Who's gonna cut the mustard,
baby?!

Cut the mustard!

Come on! Eat those dogs,
you bozos!

Eat! Eat! Eat!

It's over!
That's it! It's over!

This Herculean
gastronomic event is over.

The winner and champion,
ladies and gentlemen,

Ron "The Woodchuck"
Patterson!

With a personal best 56

mouth-watering
Hankfurter hot dogs!

He's pathetic!

Tina could eat 65 hot dogs!

65 for...? Huh?

Tina's record was 65.

Oh, with Tina out
of the competition,

this clown'll get all
the winnings.

This is good motive.

I can see
where you're coming from.

We love you, Woodchuck!

Really, I asked you
not to do that, please.

You guys brought me in here
after eating 56 hot dogs.

You got to pay the piper.

Oh, God!

He took in extra air because of
the speed with which he ate.

That, coupled with the
digestive process made it

necessary for his body to
expel the gas he produced.

Wow.

It's wonderful how
the body works, isn't it?

It's delightful.
Okay, Mr. Woodchuck,

we're just gonna cut right
to the chase, all right?

With Tina out of the way,
you stood

to make a lot more money.

But that does not mean
that I killed her.

Maybe, but it doesn't mean
that you're not jealous.

It wasn't fair.

She had that freaky jaw.

She had a shallow mandibular fossa.

God, you're messing up
my flow here.

We've determined that Tina was
killed on Tuesday evening.

Where were you last Tuesday?

Uh, Tuesday? Atlantic City.

I was at the all-you-can-eat
buffets at the casinos.

I go there to train
sometimes.

And we assume
that you weren't alone?

I was there. I swear.

But I train alone.

What are you doing in
my lab, Opie?

My name ain't Opie, Thurston.

Thurston?

Yeah, I'm trying to help you...
and the snake.

Mostly the snake.

Yeah, well, nice try,
but our two hours are up.

Oh, no,
we got five minutes left.

See, since a
snake's digestive juices are

regulated by body temperature,

I'm cooling our slimy friend

to 26.1 degrees Celsius to slow
down his metabolism.

That'll kill him.

Not five minutes it won't.

We'll have
time to warm him up after.

After what?

After we get out
the distal phalanx.

Without cutting him open?

Yes, sir!

See, here's a little something

that I learned
at my fishing hole.

Many snakes, when confronted
by a specter of death,

are known to upchuck what's
in their stomach contents.

That way, they may slither
away unencumbered.

And I've spooked a
few serpents in my day.

And why didn't you bring
this up before?

It might have had something to
do with you treating me

like a piece of scat and not
wanting me to speak.

Yeah, well, I said
I'm sorry, so...

Actually, sir, I believe

"I'm sorry" must've slipped
your mind.

But I'm all ears now.

He's getting too cold.

Yes, sir, he is.

Okay, I'm sorry, all right?

I was an ass hat.

I am Thurston
the ass hat. There.

Now how do you scare a snake
at a fishing hole?

Simple as flipping a flapjack
standing on your forehead.

See, that actually sounds
very difficult.

Oh!

Oh... my... God.

Quick, what's a
Southern colloquialism

for shock
and amazement?

Well, hack my legs off
and call me Shorty!

Well, Shorty, we got ourselves
some evidence.

DNA results came back from that
piece of skin

I found in the
victim's teeth.

Oh, great.

All right, let's-let's run it
through the database.

I already did.
It's on the server.

Oh. Is it the burping guy?

No. His alibi checked out.

Our new suspect is
Brian Tobin.

Yeah, and he's

an executive in publicity
at Hankfurter Hot Dogs.

Hankfurter was one
of Tina's sponsors.

Looks like more
than a sponsor to me.

Anyway, I sent
the results to Booth.

So what do you need from me?

I need you to run a search...

under the radar.

Way under the radar.

Another possible suspect?

No. It's Finn.

I heard that maybe

he's more
than just a troubled kid,

and I need you
to check him out.

Oh, okay.

Thanks.

All right, thanks.

Tina took a bite out
of this guy Tobin.

He's back
at the Gluttony Games.

Meaning we have to go back
to where we just were?

Right. So you know what?
You should turn right

at the next light,
and then

another right at the
stop sign.

Whoa, Bones,
what are you doing?

I'm driving
as you would drive.

You don't like taking
directions.

Oh, I get it.

You're still walking
in my shoes.

Also note how I
only have one hand

carelessly
on the wheel?

That's not very cool of me.

- That's okay. I don't mind.
- Oh.

Now I'm thinking about
intercourse again.

You were too, weren't you?

Okay, so Tobin is
supposed to be here, right?

His company sponsors
more people than just Tina.

I imagine with the
obesity epidemic,

their strategy is
quite lucrative.

For them and for
cardiologists.

You are pathetic!

What's the matter,
you can't breathe?!

I don't care!

Come on! You're pathetic!

I said hold still!

All the way!
Get it down!

Bones, okay, listen...

FBI! You stay there!

Bones, what
are you doing?

You don't just charge
a suspect like that.

And you're pregnant.
Well, I was acting like you.

I'm not pregnant.
Just let me be me,

all right?
Just for a while.

I was just helping her train!

You wrecked
her personal best!

And on top of it,
you wrecked her personal best.

Sorry.

What's with the scrawny guy?
I thought I'd be dealing

with that pregnant chick
who took me down.

I liked her.

You really don't want to go down
that road, buddy.

No, you really don't.

The little girl
she's carrying is his daughter.

Oh.

Dr. Brennan works with
the Jeffersonian.

And right now she's compiling
evidence against you

for the murder
of Tina Thomas.

Me?

We have DNA evidence.

We found your skin
in her teeth.

She bit your finger.

Yeah.

What precipitated
the attack?

Were you two
intimately involved?

Maybe she tried to break it off?

We weren't fighting about that.

But you admit to getting into
a fight.

Sure.

Over money. What else?

Me and my company, we have
a lot invested in her.

So what'd you do, shove
too much food in her mouth?

Why would I risk hurting
such a valuable asset?

She bit me, yeah.

A lot of competitors have pieces
of me in their teeth.

I was just
helping Tina.

She was starting to hurl.

You can't compete and hurl.

It's not appetizing.

When was the last time
you saw Tina?

Uh, at her apartment,
Sunday last.

Within five minutes of training,
she puked and started sobbing.

Said she was done with
competitive eating.

She brought in
a lot of money for you.

You must have been very angry.

But I wouldn't kill her.

Don't read

too good, does it?

Oh, uh, I'm-I'm-I'm sorry.

It's okay, I'd want to know who
I was working with, too.

Are-are those reports wrong?

Wouldn't matter what I said.

The truth is, people always
think the worst

when given the choice.

That, that's not true.

I'd like to believe that,

but from where I sit, experience
has been a cruel teacher.

Anyway, I was just

fixing to clean off
this bone,

and a thought came to me.

What was that?

Now, that laminated terrarium
glass

the victim was thrown through,

at 6.38 millimeters

that's some
pretty resistant stuff.

Maybe we could use your
computer to calculate the mass

of the killer in reference
to the length of the room.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's, that's brilliant.

Well, here are some of the
figures I got drawn up so far.

I'll get out of your
hair now.

Finn, uh...

About what I was looking at
before...

Don't worry none.

I'm used to it.

♪ ♪

You have no idea

where Mr. Abernathy went?

He doesn't seem like the kind
of person who would quit

before we solved the case.

He did have a questionable past,
Dr. Brennan.

Look at the victim's teeth.

Tooth erosion.

Due to increased stomach acid
from overeating?

That's what I thought as well.

However, based on Booth's
most recent interview, vomiting

seems a more accurate cause.

But she was a champion.
I thought they never vomited.

Correct. So there has to be
another explanation.

Wouldn't it be illogical

for Finn, if he were still
a danger,

to work where
his every move is

observed and documented

by the most brilliant minds
at the Jeffersonian?

Yes.

But he's a kid.

He might not be that reasonable.

I've seen his work.

I can assure you that he is.

There is diastasis
of the symphysis pubis.

A very subtle widening.

Widening?

Meaning...

Tina wasn't vomiting because of

the quantity of food
she was consuming.

She was eight weeks pregnant.

You said before
how grateful you were

to be able to quit your day job.

I was a garbage man.

Wouldn't you want to quit
if you had the chance?

I don't know, because right now
I'm dealing with garbage

that stands about five-foot-ten,
and I'm not quitting my job.

You got no right.

You don't know me.

Really? 'Cause I interviewed
your neighbors.

And they said
that both of you argued

all the way up to the day
she died.

So?

So what'd you argue about?

We argued about having kids.

She wanted me to change my mind.

You didn't want
to have children.

God, no.

Not now.

Tina was just starting
to make some good money.

It was crazy to throw
all that away for a kid.

We had years for that, right?

Right, so you wouldn't
be happy if your wife

quit competitive eating
to start a family.

I don't have to talk to you.

I don't have to say
another word.

Her husband admitted

that her career was

more important to him
than having a baby.

Can you believe that?

Surprisingly, I'm a bit
horrified as well.

Although my career
will help provide

a fascinating life
for our daughter.

But I think

you have to let
Tina's husband go.

What? Why?

He's got motive,
he's got opportunity.

But he only weighs 183 pounds.

So what?

Based on a suggestion

from Mr. Abernathy,
Angela calculated both the mass

and the acceleration

the killer would need in
order to throw our victim

through the glass terrarium.
- Right.

The assailant would need
to weigh at least 312 pounds.

Okay, so we're
looking for someone

who is at least 300 pounds.

Yes. Both Mitch Clancy and Brian
Tobin would be ideal suspects.

Bones, I can't arrest someone
because they're fat.

Well, I'm still
compiling evidence.

Although my intern
seems to have disappeared.

What, the kid?
What, is he in trouble?

I imagine he will be
if he loses his career.

I'll reexamine

the injuries that Tina sustained

when she was thrown
through the glass.

Perhaps I'll find
something you can use.

("Anchor" by Mindy Gledhill
playing)

♪ When all the world
is spinning round ♪

♪ Like a red balloon
way up in the clouds ♪

♪ And my feet will not
stay on the ground ♪

♪ You anchor me back down ♪

♪ There are those
who think that I'm strange ♪

♪ They would box me up
and tell me to change ♪

♪ But you hold me close
and softly say ♪

♪ That you wouldn't
have me any other way. ♪

Booth can't make an arrest
without more evidence.

I don't appreciate

having to do your work
as well as my own,

Mr. Abernathy.

I'm sorry.

I realized quitting
was a coward's way out.

It is.

Please clean the distal phalanx
you recovered.

I shouldn't have left it
like that, should I?

I trust that was
a rhetorical question.

Yes, ma'am.

Did your interest in forensics

stem from a plan
to murder your stepfather?

Yes, ma'am, it did.

Dr. Saroyan mentioned
that he was

physically abusive
to both you and your mother.

He had a temper.

Probably why I behaved
like I did.

Could never find a way
to make the mad go away.

So, did you murder
your stepfather, Mr. Abernathy?

No, ma'am, I did not.

What stopped you?

I read a paper you wrote:

"Postmortem Dismemberment,
Recovery and Analysis."

I knew no matter
how careful I was,

I'd never get away
with killing him.

Least not with y'all around.

I'd like to think that's true.

I took it as a sign from above.

Keep me on the straight
and narrow.

I haven't so much
talked in church since.

What happened
to your stepfather?

Last time I saw him,
I told him he was a dead man

if he ever touched
my mama again.

Guess the son of a bitch
didn't know I was bluffing.

I can imagine
how it must feel to know

that people are thinking that
you did something like that.

I appreciate that.

You best never
walk out again, you hear?

There ain't gonna be
no more second chances.

I love John Wayne movies.

Yeah.

Dr. Brennan.

Take a look at this.

They're eggs from a parasite.

Good job, Opie.

Dr. Hodgins.

No, I don't mind,
Dr. Saroyan.

Truth be told,
after walking out,

I deserve whatever Thurston here
chooses to deal out.

Thurston?

Yeah.

Opie and I have
a little understanding.

So our parasite
is a Paragonimus westermani.

It's a lung fluke.

The lung fluke
isn't found in the U.S.

Opie, you're like
the little brother I never had.

Much obliged, Thurston.

In Japan, however,
the lung fluke is endemic

to 80% of
their freshwater crabs.

Had the victim been to Japan?

No, but she knew
someone who had.

You said that you hadn't
seen Tina in a month, correct?

That's correct.

Since I got back from Japan.

I regret that now.

She was so dear to me.

Right, you picked up
a parasite in Japan.

That's how
you developed a cough.

I just had a cold, that's all.

This is a prescription of yours
for Bithionol.

It's for the parasite, isn't it?

How did you get this?

My medical information
is private.

Not during
a murder investigation.

The same parasite--

it was found on Tina's body.

There's only one way
it could've got there, Mitch.

This is crazy.

She was the
golden goose.

Why would I kill
the golden goose?

Because she was quitting
to have a baby.

And that contract that
you signed with the Japanese

was worthless without Tina.

We had a deal.

And I got mad.

And I shoved her.

I'm a big man.

She just flew into that thing.

But all I did
was give her a shove.

Mr. Abernathy,
I don't want to see you

wearing that baseball cap
in the lab anymore.

Oh. Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry about that.

I'd rather you wore this one.

Well, this'll, uh...

this'll do just fine, ma'am.

Not bad.

Full confession.

Thanks for getting us
the flukey thing.

Sure.

Look, I'm beat.

I understand.

This case must have been
difficult for you,

since the victim was pregnant
and so am I.

You would have
drawn parallels.

Yeah. I-I guess I did.

I think this experiment
has been successful.

I find that I can now
put myself in your shoes

and feel empathy.

Also...

I owe you an apology.

An apology?

Wait a second.

Is this you apologizing to me

or me apologizing to you
for something

that I don't understand?

I understand how upset
you must have felt,

not to have been included
at the ultrasound.

While I wish I could

undo what I've done to you,
I can't.

That's okay.

You know what, apology's enough.

Really?

Because I have more.

Oh.

I'll always take more.

What'd you
have in mind?

Well, the doctor made me
a DVD of the ultrasound.

Although the resolution

isn't ideal, I feel certain
that you will enjoy seeing this.

Of course I'm gonna
enjoy seeing...

Wow...

Look.

That's the heartbeat.

You're happy.

Of course I'm happy.

Look at that.

She kicked.

She has your prominent
mental protuberance.

Is that a good thing?

Yes.

- It's a very good thing.
- Right?!

Did you hear that?
Did you hear that?

You have my probamental
protuberance.

How about that, huh?
Oh, she's kicking.

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