All language subtitles for Bones S07E08 The Bump in the Road

Oh, she winked at me.

She probably has something
in her eye.

- Do you have the shopping list?
- Yeah.

I have the shopping list
right there.

Why do you have
to be like that, huh?

She could've winked at me.

She's six weeks old, Booth.

She's developmentally incapable
of making the decision

to wink at you.

Well, she could be
just like you, you know,

brilliant and crazy about me.

Hey, that's a good one.

- See that? Mommy winked, too.
- Okay.

I have packed extra onsies,
a sweater...

I have infant sunscreen,
if they take her outside...

Bones, she's gonna be fine.
The Jeffersonian's got

one of the best

day car centers in the country.

Well, logically
I know that's true,

but for some reason,
I'm still anxious.

Yeah, because you're her mom,
right,

and it's her
first day at day care,

and you're first day
back at work.

You're gonna miss her.
Well, I'll see her

in a few hours.
Oh, do you

have organic baby wipes
on your list?

Yes.

I have organic baby wipes,
I have diapers. Oh.

And I got food for us
so we don't starve.

Good. Okay, oh.

Here she is.

Hello.

Bones, she's gonna
be fine, all right?

If you need her,

the lab is really close
to the day care.

I know that.

Oh! Did you remember
to wash the nipples?

Yeah, when I showered
this morning.

But I don't think
day care is gonna check.

She winked at me!

I think she winked at me.

She's brilliant,
just like her dad.

Right? Like her dad.
She's very advanced.

I knew she would be.
Yeah, of course.

You didn't have to
rush us like that, Walter.

Well, the uh, the campground
closes at 8:00.

And if we're late, we won't
have anyplace to sleep.

A motel with
pay-per-view and Wi-Fi

sounds pretty good to me.

Yeah, the whole point
of this trip

is so that we can all
be one with nature.

People stopped living
in the woods for a reason, Dad.

Did you remember
the cooler?

Yes.
And the emergency radio?

And the first...
Yes, yes, yes.

And the first
aid kit. Yes.

And the marshmallows,
and my guitar.

Oh, God, not your guitar.

Oh...

Oh!

I cannot believe you forget
to tie down the luggage, Walter!

Well, maybe if you
didn't nag me.

Don't...

God, what did you
run over?

Probably a possum. I know
it's sad, sweetie, but...

but these things happen.

Let's just pick up
our stuff, okay?

Just... What? What?

What?!

You know, I owe you a 20 acre

thank you, Dr. Saroyan.

My professor was...

he was mighty impressed
by the evaluation you gave me.

Oh, just telling
the truth, Finn.

Are your classes going well?

Well, sometimes I find myself
lost in the forest,

but, uh...

as long as no one walks off

and leaves their campfire
burning,

I guess I'll be okay.

Wow. That was a lot
of imagery.

My mama used to say
God gave us words

and it's our job
to put wings on them.

Finn, I thought
you were

gonna call me
about this weekend.

Lily.

I-I'm sorry but...

I have to work all weekend.

Yeah, this is my boss.

She says there's fields to plow,
weekend or no.

- Oh.
- Yes.

Finn has to hitch
the horses

to the wagon
and use that plow

to unearth the...

the... he's got to work.

Maybe next week?

Sure. Yeah, uh, maybe next week.

Okay.

What's the problem?

She seemed sweet
and really beautiful.

No, I got papers to write and...

All work and no play, Finn.

You've got to have some fun,
date a little.

Three scrambled eggs,

bacon, sausage, home fries,

toast, OJ, and coffee.
That's mine.

And a small coffee
with skim milk.

Oh. There is a body
on the interstate.

I've got to run,
and you can prep the lab.

Okay.

Be careful while removing
the remains.

I need every piece of bone

in the condition
it was discovered.

Okay, spatulas.

What, are you guys
getting your technology

from flipping pancakes now?

Well, most of the tissue

looks to have been
mashed into the road

or dried in the sun.
Cars must've been

running over this guy all night
long not knowing he was human.

Based on the size
of the femoral head,

the victim is female.

Female. Just testing you, Bones.

So, first day back.
What's it like

not seeing your little one?

I have confidence
in the day care center.

The director has a doctorate
in child development.

We got her transcripts.
Really?

- Oh, Booth used the FBI...
- Bones.

That's between us, right?

Sorry.

Oh. Is that Christine?

Isn't she beautiful, huh?
She winks, too.

I told the director

to send a photo
every half an hour.

Wow. I didn't know
they did that.

They don't usually.

But I told her
because of my position,

that I could have her fired.

Well, everything I'm seeing

points to a hit and run.

Hit and run,
not our problem. Nice.

I'm not so sure about that,
Booth. There's no skull.

Look. You know what?
It probably got knocked off

by one of, you know, the cars
that ran over her last night.

No. Separation of the disc

from the body of the vertebra

indicates that her head
was removed

before she was left on the road.

Well, that doesn't
sound accidental at all.

I'm gonna take a photo.

Mr. Abernathy

should see this right away
so he can determine

what type of weapon
might've caused this.

Oh. Uh-oh.

What? Something worse
than her head getting cut off?

I sent the photo
to the day care director.

Ooh.

Day one-- not a good
first impression.

How... is there
an "unsend" button?

♪ Bones 7x08 ♪
The Bump in the Road
Original Air Date on April 9, 2012

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

There are no kerf marks.

I mean, this lady's head wasn't
slashed or sawed off.

- Meaning?
- It was torn off.

Maybe an animal killed her.

I mean, these marks
on the bones,

they could be from claws, right?

Nope. The abrasions
to the fibula

and the tibia are all in
the same downward direction.

This lady was dragged along
the highway for quite a space.

- I've seen this before.
- Really? A lot?

On the bones of a deer
that was snagged by a pickup

and dragged for a few miles.

I missed so much
growing up in a city.

Have you discovered anything,
Mr. Abernathy?

Well, the abrasions
indicate that the victim

was dragged for a stretch.

What dragged her
I haven't determined yet.

But based on the length
of her fibula,

I'd say she was anywhere

from 154 to 161
centimeters tall.

And taking into account
her gracile form

and small muscle attachments,
I'd say she weighed

approximately 54 kilos.

Dr. Hodgins?

Hmm. Uh, It's diesel fuel.

Smell it.

Diesel fuel leaked on her.

- Ooh.
- Well, that could be from any vehicle

that ran over her.
No.

It stained the bone.

Staining that deep
would take time.

It probably came

from the vehicle
that dragged her.

Look at this.

There's some kind of oil

or grease on the back
of the victim's shirt.

NGLI 1.5 grade lubricant.

I used to work
on our pickup.

Diesel...

and that weight
multipurpose grease

are used on semis.

Okay then.

Our victim was dragged
by an 18-wheeler.

Here you go.

Agent Booth,
you got a minute?

No I don't. I don't
have any time.

I got 15 minutes to get to the
store before my family starves.

Okay, new baby, I got it.
I'll make it quick.

Okay.

I heard that your victim
was dragged by a semitruck.

There's a weigh station
half mile ahead of the place

the body was discovered.

Wait a second, Shaw, half mile
ahead of the body?

- That doesn't do anything for me.
- No. Actually it does, sir.

Yeah? Okay.
Let me show you.

Weigh stations use
weigh-in-motion scales

embedded in the road
approximately one mile

before the actual station.

Right.

You're saying the truck
would've crossed over the scale

while dragging the victim.
And it would've

recorded the excess weight
of the victim.

And we'd be able to locate
the specific truck.

- Yes, sir.
- Good work, Shaw. Okay.

I'm gonna go to the store,
while I'm doing that

I want you to cross-reference

the weights from
the two scales...

Well, I did,
and one truck did weigh more

when pulling into the station.

And I already
got the victim's weight

from Mr. Abernathy.

Hey, gold star.
You win a chicken dinner.

Okay. I'm gonna go to the store
and get organic baby wipes,

'cause for some reason
they have to be organic...

There's less chance
of a rash-- their skin is

extra sensitive...

Uh, there's a truck
that belongs to Fields Market

that drove over the scale
weighing 122 pounds more

than it did
at the weigh station.

It's the weight of the victim.

That's the truck.

So the trick is to track it
down, while I'm at the store.

Well, according to the GPS unit
that Fields Market

places in all of their trucks,
their driver,

Alan Bates, is currently
in Baltimore.

And I have his
exact location for you.

Ha. Of course you do.

There it is, right there.

I don't suppose you have

organic baby wipes on you?

No, sir, but I do have
a break coming up, I could...

That's really okay, Shaw.

Just remember me when
you take over the Bureau.

Thanks for that.

I found more papers in her bra.

Well, these papers from her
pockets are all faded.

I have no idea what was
printed or written on them.

Must be something important.

Why do you think that?

I mean, you have papers
in your pockets, and so do I.

Yeah, but do you also
stuff papers into your bra?

Not since high school.

She was hiding these, right?

So that means
that they're important.

You know, maybe even secret.
You think

that this is some kind
of government conspiracy?

Ange, in 1963 the positions
of the Soviet nuclear fleet

were sewn into the lining
of a hunting cap.

The Video Spectral Comparator

should be able to tell us
what was once on here.

You never know.

I mean,
these markings...

could be code.

See? Right here.

Yeah. It's a UPC code
on a coupon.

Ten cents off

any three pack
of tapioca pudding.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Terrorists are trying
to corner the market

on tapioca pudding
and take down America.

You're mocking me.

You're quick.
So, then,

why would she be
stuffing coupons into her bra?

I'm telling you,
it means something.

Yes, honey.

It means that we're
overpaying for pudding.

So you haven't found
cause of death?

No, ma'am. Uh, so far

all the trauma seems
to be postmortem.

I have to reconstruct
her skeleton

to see if I can any trauma
that might've caused her demise.

And I'm running tox screens

to see if there was any
poisoning or drug overdose.

Then I'll get to piecing that
poor woman back together.

Michelle.

What are you doing here?

I'm dropping off your keys,

unless you want to
take the bus home.

Oh, I forgot.
Thank you.

Oh, Michelle.

This is Finn Abernathy,
our new intern.

Finn, this is my daughter,
Michelle.

Well, I'm, uh, very pleased
to meet you, Michelle.

Me, too.
Cam's told me all about you.

She says you're quite the star.

Well, that's because your mother

doesn't know any other way
but kind.

I'm not sure
she was kind enough.

Well, I can tell you
that picture

she has of you on her desk
ain't kind enough.

Clearly, they haven't invented a
camera that can do right by you.

Oh, my God.
Um, thank you.

Actually, I just read
that they developed

an 18 mega-pixel camera
that's quite extraordinary.

Don't you have guts
to play with?

Yes, I do.

And Finn has a skeleton
to reassemble.

You're right.

For a second there, you made me
forget the horrors of death.

I'll walk out with you.

Oh, uh, you can stay?

No, no, you're busy.

I'll see you at home.

You don't by any chance like
bluegrass music, do you?

Don't know it.

Oh, well.
That's gotta change.

It makes you feel like your
insides are having a party.

Mm.

I like parties.

This guy here,
the driver of the truck,

he's been with
Fields Market for 15 years.

He's got two priors for
solicitation of a prostitute.

Hey, buddy,
Special Agent Booth, FBI.

What's the deal, man.
I got deliveries to make.

There's perishables in there.

Well, deal is,
we think that this truck

was used to drag a dead body
along the freeway last night.

That's a joke, right?

No, it's not a joke.

Bones, what are you doing?
Will you get out of there?

- Let me do that. Come on.
- Flesh and sinew.

This is definitely the vehicle

that dragged the victim.

Okay, th's great. Let's get
you out of there so I can...

Oh, Booth! Stop!
I'm looking for evidence.

Oh, oh.

I think the victim's
head qualifies.

I'm telling you, I have no idea
how that woman got under my truck.

Mm. I'll bet it gets lonely
out on the road, right, Alan?

Well, that's the life
I signed up for.

Hookers, they take off the edge?

Nope, not anymore.

I'm a happily married man now.

Then your wife might not be
so happy to find

these panties in your truck.

You can't be going
through there like that!

Don't you need a warrant?
Not when the door's open there, pal.

There's evidence

of bodily fluid
in some of these undergarments.

Okay, obviously, married or not,

you definitely
like to have company

on the road, huh?
This isn't what you think.

I was alone last night.

The panties, they're...
Look, you better

come up with a good story,
'cause your lawyer's

gonna need something
at your murder trial.

The panties are mine, okay?

They're mine.

Oh!

They don't chafe

like man pants.

Well, yeah.

Don't tell my wife.

I only wear them on the road.

There's no need
for embarrassment.

Even the Norse warriors were

frequent cross-dressers.
That's fascinating, Bones.

I'm gonna need to know where

this truck stopped
in the past 24 hours.

I've been to about
50 different markets.

You can have my logbook.

I didn't kill anyone.

I just like
to feel pretty.

Do I even want to know
what you guys are up to?

Well, Booth got a list

of all the stops the
trucker made yesterday.

- He covered half the state.
- If we can determine

the type of pollen our victim
inhaled prior to her death

we might be able

to actually pinpoint where
the truck picked her up.

So, we're gonna make
the dead head sneeze.

Uh, if y'all don't mind,

I should take the pieces of
this frontal bone and zygomatic

so they don't get scrambled
in the procedure.

Be my guest.

You in a hurry
there, Opie?

Let him go, honey.

Yeah, 'cause he's got
a big date tonight,

right, Cam?
Date. No, no. It's just...

it's just two people going out
to do something together,

that's all.
What do you two know

that I don't?

Finn is going out
with Michelle.

Whoa!

That's awesome!

Not... awesome?

What's wrong?
I thought that you liked him.

I like him. I do...

like Finn,
but it's just...

he's got a somewhat
troubled past.

Yeah, but you were the one who
said that was all behind him.

I know, I know, but...
Michelle's my daughter,

and he went after
his stepfather with a knife.

Yeah, but if some jerk
was beating my mother,

I'd have done the same thing.

Yeah, I mean,
he's a good kid, Cam.

Can we just...
go back to work?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Sure.

You guys ready?

More than you
will ever know.

Three... two... one.

I'd say, "Bless you,"

but I think it's a little late
for that.

The rapidly spinning driveshaft

caught the victim's hair
and pulled her in,

and then bore a hole
through her left frontal

and parietal bones
and into her brain,

which caused her death.
Bones, don't you think this is

a little strange talking
about this in front of the baby?

I hardly think
she understands, Booth.

The driveshaft
on that truck is

three and a quarter feet
off the ground.

To come into contact
with the gears,

she'd have to be crouching.

Why would she be crouching
under a truck?

Maybe she was
hiding from someone,

and she accidentally got
her head stuck in the driveshaft

when the truck pulled away.

Then whoever she was hiding from
is responsible for her death.

Hey, I was hoping
I'd find you two here.

So, I've got res...
Oh, my God,

she is so cute.

She's going to be beautiful

and quite brilliant, I assume.

Right? Look at her.
Do you... have information for us?

Yes, yeah. I've got results
on the contents of the

victim's nasal passage.

So there were spores of
American chestnut flower pollen

in her mucosa,

suggesting that she
spent a lot of time

on an American chestnut farm,

but the only grower in the area
is in Hagerstown.

And how is our little
Christine doing?

Did she have a nice lunch?

She drank approximately
88.75 milliliters of milk.

Which means... I know what
that means, Dr. Brennan.

I've been caring for infants
for many years.

You struggled
in early childhood nutrition

in graduate school.

But I've
since written

a well-respected article
about it

in the Journal of Pediatrics.

I'm gonna go say hi to Michael.

Bye.

Oh, almost forgot.

I know you wanted a
picture every half hour,

so I took this one just
before you showed up.

Ah.

Oh.

And that's a dirty diaper.

Yes. Christine's bowel movements

appear to be perfect.

Soft, yellow,

loose.

This was very nice
of Ms. Noonan.

I don't think nice
was her intention.

Thank you. Thank you so much.
Bones.

I can't believe it.

Who would want
to kill my Barb?

My wife's never
hurt anybody.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Where did
you find her?

Where was she?
She was, uh,

discovered along a quarter-mile
stretch of the interstate.

What do you mean,
quarter-mile stretch?

Well, she was, uh...

she was dragged
by another vehicle.

Wha... So she was
hit by a car, then?

So it wasn't murder.

Well, the folks
at the Jeffersonian believe

that she was assaulted
before she was dragged.

We're convinced
it wasn't an accident.

Sure, okay. Okay.

It's just I can't...
can't believe it.

We also found some coupons

that were stuffed
in her clothes.

Any idea why

they would be there?
Coupons?

Sure, I do.

Welcome to Barb-Mart.

Oh! Wow! Okay.

Is your wife some kind of, like,
a survivalist or something?

Nah. Barb is a...

Barb was an extreme couponer.

What does that mean?

Means her whole life
was about saving money.

Whether we had space
for the stuff or not.

Have to do a lot of shopping
to buy all this stuff.

Barb would head out
with a pile of coupons.

Sometimes it'd be days
before I saw her again.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Last night.

Just before she took off
for Fields Market in Frederick.

They had some double-coupon
thing going on.

She's dead?
Are you sure?

You knew her?
Of course.

Yeah, Bargain Barb--
she's one of my best customers.

In here at least once a week
with her mounds of coupons,

just clearing my shelves.

Was that a problem for you?
Oh, no, no, no. No.

Uh, Barb got great product
for great value,

and I got reimbursed
by the manufacturers.

Not to mention the
extra eight cents

per coupon they throw in
for the store. So...

Chad, register one.
Chad to register one.

Sorry. Duty calls.

Go get 'em, Chad.

93 coupons--
she jammed my register.

That just means
she knows what she's doing.

Doesn't it, Crystal?

Yeah, that's it--

she's Mrs. Einstein.

Okay, ma'am, we are
up and running again.

Sorry for the delay.
She also tried to slip

these expired
coupons past me.

Like that'd be possible.

You know you're not
allowed to use expired coupons,

Ms. Carlyle.
That'll be $3.07.

For all that?

Those Sunday supplements

can save a bundle.

I found the missing pieces
of the skull in the parking lot.

The victim definitely
died here.

What?
Barb died in my parking lot?

Chad...

let's go talk in private. Bones.

Yeah. Sure.

I-I'm sure this is
nothing. I mean,

Crystal's been working here

since before carrots
were a juice.

But, um...

this was last night.

I think we need
to talk to Crystal.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I can see you suffer from carpal
tunnel syndrome as a result

of the repetitive circular motion
required while scanning coupons.

That must be very painful.

I manage.
Yeah, your wrist must've been

killing you
by the time Barb rolled in

at the end of the night,
isn't that right?

And her back.

Standing all day at her age
would cause

pinching of the nerves
in the lumbar region.

My age? What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

After Chad broke up the fight,

you and Barb,
did you take it outside?

No. I counted out my drawer
while Chad cleaned up the mess.

The security camera shows
you left your register

for almost five minutes.

Well, I had to tinkle.

That happens a lot
in women my age.

You really don't care
that Barb is dead, do you?

She ruined my life
with her stupid couponing club.

What do you mean?

She sent in all
her couponing freaks,

and told them
to use my checkout line.

Why you? I'm sure there
are more pleasant cashiers.

But there ain't anyone
faster than me.

Those cheap SOBs

will do anything
to get a deal.

I bet that includes murder.

I'd talk to her friends.

So, I hacked into the
victim's e-mail account

and found some e-mails chains
about her couponing club.

Look at this.

"Clipped 200 coupons
last night."

"Saved $242 this week alone."

I mean, there's a ton of
these from her club buddies.

Extreme couponing is
an addiction like any other.

Yeah, well,
no wonder Booth thinks

that one of them killed her.

It looks like Barb got
into a fight over coupons.

with someone who called
herself the Deal Diva.

Well, Barb put those
coupons in her bra.

Maybe she was trying to protect
them from the Deal Diva.

Or maybe the coupons
actually belong to the diva.

Look at this,
"If I see you

"looking through my
stuff again, bitch,

"the only coupon
you'll be needing

is for a coffin."

Oh, yeah, and look at this one.

The Maryland couponing club
is meeting tomorrow morning

at Half Price Harry's house
in Frederick.

I'll let Booth know.

Oh, um, I didn't...
I didn't order those.

No, no, no,
they're from me.

Buy one get one free
every Thursday.

Love this place.

Okay, so what did you think of
your first bluegrass concert?

Huh?

I loved it.

The crowd wasn't at all
what I thought.

I was expecting more...

Missing teeth,
scraggly beards,

guys who married
their sisters?

Sort of.

Does that make me
a horrible person?

Yes, yes, it does.

You weren't supposed
to say "yes."

Well, um,
I apologize, miss.

I'm still learning the ways
of you sophisticated city folk.

Mm, well,
then you're in good hands.

Because I'm
an excellent tutor.

You know, they've got
a saying back home.

"It's easier to catch
a ray of sunshine

than the smile
of a beautiful woman."

I like that one.

I don't want to be
too forward or nothing, but...

...you think we could spend
a little more time

together this weekend?

Since you're

not familiar
with our big city ways,

that was a "yes"
for this weekend.

All right.

What have we got, Mr. Abernathy?

Hey, morning, Dr. Saroyan.

Why hasn't the skull

been reassembled?

I beg your pardon, ma'am?

Dr. Brennan found the skull
fragments

in the grocery store parking lot
14 hours ago.

Well, I reckon I've
got no control

over how fast the beetles
clean the bones.

Maybe they had a
snack before work.

We're trying to catch a killer,

so I'm not in the mood
for jokes.

Is this about Michelle, ma'am?

Excuse me?

'Cause I'm keeping company
with your daughter?

No. Do you actually think
I would...

Absolutely not.

This is about you doing your job
in a timely manner.

Nothing more.

Well, I'll be a sun-soaked bat.

Really, Mr. Abernathy?

Why will you be
a sun-soaked bat?

An abrasion
on the frontal bone.

Judging by the staining,

this poor woman
was struck in the head

before that truck killed her.

So Booth was right.

She was being attacked.

That's why she hid
under the truck.

Now, what do you
think caused this?

Well, it looks to be an
extremely wide,

V-shaped wound track,

meaning whatever did this,

is some sort of wide-angle tool
that comes to a sharp point.

Like the corner
of something.

Yeah.

Well, have Dr. Hodgins swab it.

Oh, were you able
to analyze the wound

Mr. Abernathy discovered?

Um, ow.

Uh, I-I'm actually
waiting for the bones

because Hodgins is just
swabbing them first.

What-what's in there?

Here?

Oh, this is just...

This is an old
filing cabinet.

Just got files in it.

Uh, oh.

Oh, my gosh.

Um, Michael is in here, too.

Michael?

But we aren't allowed
to have our children in the lab.

Yeah, I know, I know.

But you're not gonna
tell them, right?

No, but why is he here?

Seriously?

Because I missed him.

Don't you miss Christine?

I'm at work, so I focus on work.

We have to compartmentalize
our lives.

And you can do that?

I have to.

Okay, well, I can't,

so I just break
the rules, right?

And it feels good,

doesn't it?

Christine.

Aw.

So, is that all you need?

I'll see her soon enough.

Let me know if you
can identify the injuries

when you input the bones.

Sure.

Until then, mister.

Until then.

No wonder they couldn't
hear us knocking.

Whoa.

That is scary.

Trading and using coupons
releases dopamine as a reward.

The feeling is
very addictive.

It's like with
you and gambling.

Really? I'm not like
these freaks, okay?

Hey, hey, hey,
FBI. Hey.

Listen,

I'm looking
for the Deal Diva.

I'm the diva.

Real name is Rhonda Fitzgibbons.

Can I help you?

Booth, look what she's holding.

Dr. Saroyan says
we're looking for something

with sharp corners.
I need to see that, please.

No way, I don't care

if you're the damn president,
you ain't touching my coups.

Fine, we'll just do this the
hard way; you're under arrest

for impeding a
federal investigation.

What are you doing?

I didn't agree to those deals.

I'm giving you half off
a teeth cleaning.

No, get away from my coups!
Come on.

I'm a good person.

I use half my coupons to buy
groceries for the food bank.

What about your e-mail to Barb?

Please, I was angry,

and I said things
that I shouldn't have said,

but I wasn't gonna kill her.

Why don't you tell us about
your relationship with Barb.

Well, we used
to be best friends,

and I was the one
who turned her on to couponing,

which was big mistake because
she turned into a monster.

Two weeks ago,

I wouldn't share
my 20% chicken thighs,

and she bashed my head
into a shopping cart.

Maybe that's where you got your
revenge Thursday night at the market.

No...
Well, your coupon carrier

matches the description
of the murder weapon.

But I wasn't even

at Fields Market
last Thursday night.

Why don't you check my receipts
if you don't believe me.

Every store I've been in
since my fight with Barb.

These will tell you
where I was on Thursday.

Check these.
Oh, it's a lot.

Just check the receipts.

Hey, Cam.

Michelle, you brought lunch.

You are
the perfect daughter.

It's for Finn.

Oh.

He said he didn't think D.C.
had any good catfish,

so I brought him a sandwich
from Mister A's.

I was gonna take him,
but I couldn't wait.

I just wanted to
come say hi.

Huh.

What was that?

What was what?

That "huh."

That's your I-don't-
agree-with-what-you're-doing,

but-I'm-not-gonna-say-anything
huh.

No, it was just a huh,
Michelle.

Nothing more.

Good, then I'm gonna go
give Finn his catfish

before it gets cold.

No, you can't

because he...

is busy right now,

and I don't want you two
to see each other anymore.

That was more words
than I was expecting.

Wait, are you serious?

Yes.

I-I'm sorry, but know
how you tend to get

with new relationships.

I'm happy, is that wrong?

Well, the last time
you were happy,

you sacrificed
a great college education

to follow your boyfriend.

I just don't want
to see you get hurt again.

You mean the way Finn
tried to hurt his stepdad?

You are my daughter.

It's my job to protect you.

I may be your daughter,
but I'm also 18,

and that means if I can vote
and go to war,

I can certainly choose
who I date.

Yeah, but you can't drink.

Yore still not allowed
to drink.

The forensic accountant
compared Rhonda's receipts

with Barb's to see if
their paths crossed.

So Rhonda's alibi holds?

I'm afraid that means
more work for Dr. Brennan.

How is she holding up?

What do you mean?

Just being back at work
and away from the baby

for the first time;
that can be tough.

Well, you know, she's making
the day care people cry.

for the first time;
But, you know,hat can be tough.

she's fine.

And she has you.

I was on my own.

You have a baby?

Yeah.

Um, a son.

Danny, he's three.

My mom

watches him while I'm at work.

Danny.

I didn't know.

And you shouldn't.

I'm a special agent with the
Federal Bureau of Investigation,

and that's all
that matters here,

and I wasn't looking
for special treatment.

That's right, I know.

Special agents.

Bet you're a great mom.

Uh, the forensic accountant

did note that, uh,

Barb and her husband
have a joint credit card.

So? Most couples do.

Yeah, but the receipts
that he checked

showed four separate
occasions last month

while Barb was shopping,

their credit card
was also being used

in high-end restaurants
around town.

So, he's out fine dining
while she's pinching pennies.

Yeah, and judging by the
amounts that he was charging,

he was not dining alone.

So, I finished reconstructing

the victim's shattered
frontal bone.

It looks the
abrasion we found

below the hole
is actually just

the bottom
of a larger wound.

Whatever caused
the abrasion,

also appears
to have chipped off a portion

of bone near the top
of the wound.

Okay, well, I'll have
Dr. Hodgins take another swab.

We might have better
luck this time around,

given that there's now three
times the wound to work with.

That may not be necessary,
Mr. Abernathy.

There appears to be
a metal fragment of some sort

embedded in the wound.

Oh.

Oh, look what the day care
director sent me.

Aw, she's cuter

than a June bug in a jumpsuit.

I-I've never seen that,

so I can't make the comparison.

I should go.

Christine clearly needs
to be fed.

Have Dr. Hodgins examine
the fragment.

He should be able to determine
what type of metal it is.

Well, with all due
respect to Thurston,

I know my metals,
and this here is aluminum.

Oh. Which rules out
the card case.

Very good.

Dr. Brennan, one thing.

I am lactating, so make it fast,
Mr. Abernathy.

Uh, I think Dr. Saroyan
has taken issue with me

keeping company with Michelle.

Maybe with you being
a mother and all,

you might be able to help me
see her point of view?

Well, at this stage,

I'm only equipped to handle
the concerns of a six-week-old,

so, unless you have a diaper

that needs changing
or need to be breast-fed,

I'm afraid I can't help.

So, you and Barb weren't
the happy couple

that you made yourself out
to be, isn't that right, Dale?

What are you
talking about?

All those fancy dinners

while your wife was out buying
food to put on your table.

I like to dine out sometimes.

Apparently with a lot of women.

We called the restaurants.

O-okay, look, uh, Barb--

she-she wasn't the woman
I married anymore.

She'd rather spend her nights
Dumpster diving

for coupons than with me.

Right, so you killed her
before she could see

this credit card statement
and catch you.

No. Look, I-I admit I cheated.

I was gonna tell her.

Oh, it's easy to say now.

I didn't kill my wife.

Excuse me? Dr. Saroyan, do
you have a minute for me?

This won't take long.

Sure.

I talked to Michelle,
and she informed me

that you're not
the happiest seed

on the strawberry
about my dating her.

Finn, please.

It's just that
you have so much work here

and at school, and Michelle's
going to be applying...

At least be
honest with me,

Dr. Saroyan.

You're afraid for your girl.

I understand that, okay?

It's unfounded,

but I do have a history.
Let me explain.

There's no need, ma'am.

It ain't wood
between these ears.

Look, I owe you

a great deal, and I wouldn't
have a second chance

if it weren't for you.

And while I do think
you're making a mistake

about me and Michelle,

you're her mama, and I have
to respect your wishes

until I can convince you
otherwise.

Does she know
you've come to see me?

Yes, ma'am, she does.

She ran out in tears
when I told her.

But she understood?

No. Not from what I saw.

Opie, Dr. B wants you.

We're in the middle
of something here.

With all due respect, ma'am,

I believe the sun
has set on our conversation.

I'd like to get
back to work.

That's why you
have me here.

Don't you have a murder
to solve,

Dr. Hodgins?

Sure. Right.

These are all the aluminum tools
from Dale's nut farm,

and none of them
match the wound track.

Nothing from
his place did.

So, we're no closer
than we were before?

I don't know about that.

See, I did find

what appears to be a microscopic
puncture to the bone.

Now, you can see
the hemorrhagic staining,

so it must have happened
around the time she expired.

Wait a minute.
Let me swab that.

Yeah.

It's not blood.

No. That is ink.

Purple ink.

That's why it looked like blood.

It could be from a marker.

Well, I can get the exact make
and dye batch

so we can verify that.

But we've determined

that the wounds were made

from something aluminum,
something with a sharp edge.

I don't know
any marker like that.

I do. I've seen that marker, and
I know exactly what holds it.

ID the marker.
I need to talk

to Booth.

Apparently, we just
solved a murder.

I remembered

that Chad was using
a purple marker

to cross out
the expired coupons.

Hmm.

He kept it on his
aluminum clipboard.

When he hit her,
it made the mark.

Okay.

Well, let's
find Chad, huh?

There he is.
Hey, Chad.

Agent Booth.

Any news about Barb?

Oh, big news.

Probably not to you.

What do you mean?

Could I see
your clipboard, please?

Why?

Just give her the
clipboard, all right, Chad?

Thank you.

These edges
would definitely cause

the wound
track we saw.

What are you doing there?

A bone shaving.

Pretty sure
that'll match the victim.

I-I hit her, that's all.

And-and she ran away.

Come on, she-she was digging
through my Dumpster

for coupons.

I was sick of it.

I'm trying to turn this
into a high-end place.

Local produce, organic food.

Barb and her couponing friends--

they wouldn't know a decent
peach if it bit them on the ass.

Turn around.
You're under arrest.

No, no, I-I didn't kill her.

She ran away, I swear.

And she hid under a truck
that dragged her to her death.

She died because she
was hiding from you

because you attacked her.

It's not illegal.

Oh, actually, you know, it is.

You committed a felony assault
which led to her death.

According to the law,
you're responsible. Let's go.

But that's-that's crazy.

You shouldn't hit people.

You should use your words.

That's what all the books say.

Are you serious?

Well, you know, she's
a new mom. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Whoa, whoa. Hold on.
Look at this.

Organic baby wipes.

We might as well pick up
some diapers, too.

You know what?

I need some beer nuts.
What aisle is that?

- Aisle four.
- Aisle four.

We should probably get some
of those organic peaches.

I'm sorry, honey, but

Finn must have
agreed with me.

You're his boss.

What choice
did he have?

Let me try
to explain, Michelle.

What can you possibly say?!

What is it with old people?

Old?

How can you not remember
that you were like me once?

Michelle...
What?

I should get home.

I have some applications
to finish.

No, Michelle. Wait.

I have something to say.

Dr. Saroyan,

I can't stop seeing
your daughter.

What?

You can't?

No... ma'am.

You see, because...

I think about Michelle
all the time.

And I wouldn't be
much of a man

if I walked out on her

just because
I was feeling a little pressure.

So, no, ma'am,

I can't stop seeing Michelle.

And if that means
you don't want me to work here

anymore, well,

that's something
I'm going to have to swallow.

You're not going anywhere,
Mr. Abernathy.

Seriously?

Seriously.

And I'm sorry I was old.

I'll try not to let it

happen again.

Okay.

Okay, don't
press your luck.

Take it outside.

Oh.

She sleeping?

Like a baby.

Right. Sorry.

I put all of that
stuff away that we

got at the market.
Oh, thanks.

We saved a lot of money
with those coupons you had.

Right. Let's keep that
between you and I.

I don't want
that to get out.

Okay.

Look at her.

So, are you gonna go

put her in her crib so
you can get some rest?

No, I'm not.

Why not?

I can't. I can't let her go.

I just...

I missed her so much.

I thought you were
okay with this.

It was fine that...

It's not rational, I know,
but I... I mean...

Oh, look at her.

I just missed her so much.

Maybe this was too soon
for you to go back to work.

Maybe you should
have taken more time,

you know, for yourself.

No. No, I can't.

I-I'm needed.

You know, what I do
is for her now, too.

She should know that

what I do is important.

I know.

And just because
something is difficult

doesn't mean
that I shouldn't do it.

Look, I'm here for you

and for her, okay?

Anything you need.
We'll go slow on this.

Okay.

I'm going to sneak her
into the lab.

Every day.

You're a good mom.

Isn't she a good mom?

Don't wake her up.

I'm not gonna wake her up.
You're too loud.

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