All language subtitles for Bones S08E18 The Survivor in the Soap

Psst.

Come here.

We shouldn't do this here.

Yeah, I agree.

We have to go.

We have reservations
at Hatfield's at 8:00.

So you leave first,
I will follow,

and the night is ours.

Mm.

I'm looking for
Dr. Saroyan.

Now?

I'm not taking this home
with me. Yeah, now.

Um, I'm Dr. Saroyan.

This was found in a hazardous
waste disposal facility.

Uh, we tried to call.

We're sort of closed
for the night.

Yeah, she's had a long day.
Yeah, me, too.

Especially after I saw this.

Can't really see myself
having dinner tonight.

Me neither.

You know, I just think
that we need a vacation.

You know? We haven't been away
since Christine was born.

I have.

You were running away
from the police.

I'm just saying, like, you know,
the two of us as a couple

would get away.
Hmm.

You like that, don't you?
I do.

Oh, I've been meaning
to visit

the outlying villages
in Yangon

to study the linguistic
characteristics of...

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

No Langoey, all right,
or whatever.

No...
I'm talking about beach and mai tais.

All right?

That's a vacation--
no learning.

I think you would enjoy
the epistemological nature

of their language...
No!

I'm talking about
beach and spa,

sex and room service
and sleeping late.

Now, that is a vacation.
I want to come back stupid.

I always enjoy
learning something.

Well, how about learning
how to have fun, Bones?

Booth.

Brennan.
Right.

Okay, where?
On my way.

All right, I'll be there.
Dude in a barrel?

I have no way of knowing
it's a dude yet.

Or dudette--
dude, dudette.

Okay, listen,
we'll talk about...

Mongolia.

Spain. Ah, sangria.

I've been there.
Christine, help me out.

Tell Mom we need beaches.

The company is
Lantech Waste Disposal.

They have 60 trucks
in the tri-state area.

And they don't know
where the barrels come from?

Nope, they pick up the full
ones, they drop off empties.

They're not opened
till they get back

to the plant and
are dropped off.

And these are all the logs?

All the routes.

It's gonna take me
weeks to go through

all these businesses
they deal with.

I know.

Glad I don't have to do it.
Have a good one.

I wasn't able to X-ray
the inside because of the metal.

So, at this point, we're
just trying to decide

what happened
to an arm.

We wouldn't have this
much soap unless there was

more victim inside there.

You sure it's soap?

Well, it's got
to be some kind of

salt-based hydroxide
that was poured

into the barrel,
dissolving our victim's fat,

which is how you get soap.

Assuming the killer
wasn't trying to make soap,

I'm guessing this was just

an epically failed attempt
at a body disposal.

Distance between the lunate
and the third distal phalanx

suggests the
victim is male.

You can tell all that
just from a hand?

Extremities can be
very informative.

Are you gonna talk about
the size of a man's feet now?

A 2002 urology study
in London

showed that there was
no correlation between the size

of a man's penis
and the size of his feet.

That was a study?

They should've just called.

It's nice
how close we all are,

but maybe we should

just focus on soap-man here.

Are you able

to estimate time of death

based on the soap compound?

At this point,

all I know is that it would take

approximately 24 hours
for the chemical to actually

dissolve our friend here
down to the bone.

Wow, that's fast.
Yeah, yeah,

but add on to that
12 to 24 hours

for the soap to actually
harden and set.

So we're looking at a minimum
of 36 to 48 hours.

From when the victim actually
entered into the barrel?

Yes, that is correct.

And any bones
that are still

in there could be
decomposing as well.

I'm on it.

Ready?
Yeah.

This should do it.

Oh!

Okay.

Let me know when the bones
are clean, Mr. Vaziri.

Bones are clean?

I think the soap
already did that.

♪ Bones 8x18 ♪
The Survivor in the Soap
Original Air Date on March 4, 2013

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The victim's broad
nasal aperture

with a rounded nasal sill

in combination with
the protruding nature

of the mandible
suggests negroid.

Based on the shape
of the skull,

probably West
African in origin.

If you could get me
some kind of age range,

it would really help me
with facial reconstruction.

There's no
osteoarthritic

osteophytes anywhere.

Yeah, I was kind of hoping
for that in years.

Between 20 and 30 years.

Are these areas
bone lesions?

Bone cancer maybe.

Or...

thymosis-- also
known as yaws?

What's that?
It's a tropical disease,

common in children
in Sub-Saharan Africa.

The victim may very well
have grown up in Africa.

You got a hit already?

Yeah, I didn't need much of
a facial reconstruction.

There's only so many
West Africans

on the missing persons list.

Symchay Conteh.

Age 24, reported missing
by Alvin James.

The FBI is chasing down
117 Alvin Jameses,

but I think it's a fake name.

Why?

I ran the missing
persons report

through an NSA voice
analyzer program, and...

My friend is missing.

His name is Symchay Conteh.

And your name is?

Alvin James.
There.

His pitch
elevates slightly,

suggesting that he's lying.

I've also isolated
some noise behind him.

What is that?

It sounds like
lug nuts being removed and...

a tire being inflated.

Gas station?

Symchay Conteh, called in

by an unknown
suspicious second party

from a gas station.

I know it's crazy, but I'm
already thinking about lunch.

So...
Hey, uh,

if I didn't already know
about Arastoo and Cam...

You do not know.

Only I know, at least as far as
Arastoo and Cam are concerned.

Oh, come on,
look at them.

She's signing
a requisition.

Look, you only know
because I confirmed it.

She's gonna figure out
that I would've known

if I didn't have to hide
the fact that I already knew.

Okay, I'm gonna
run away now.

I'm surprised they have
their clothes on.

Symchay's a good kid.

Uh, friendly, quiet.

How well did you know him?

I just started working here
three weeks ago.

Mostly during the day
when he's at work, um,

but we are both
from Sierra Leone, so...

When was the last time
you saw him?

Three days ago.

I was fixing the light
down the hall.

Roommate? Girlfriends?

Symchay lives alone.

The rest... uh, girls,
I-I don't know.

Thank you.

So, what do
you think?

No photos of parents,
nothing of him as a kid.

I mean, the youngest photo
of him is maybe 18.

This is someone

who is focused on
starting a new life.

You notice there's
no African stuff?

You know, maybe he was
just trying to fit in

to this country, right?

Or... maybe he
very much wanted

to leave his
old life behind.

Looks like
our guy Symchay

graduated from chef school
last May.

Bed's made, but the couch isn't.

Yeah.

Right, so the maintenance guy
said the victim lived alone.

Someone visiting?

What is that, receipts?

Like duplication sheets
from a taxicab logbook.

Whoever it was,
there's no other sign

that they were ever here.

Good Samaritan lets a cabbie

sleep on his couch, and then
he gets murdered for it?

This is what
I signed on for?

Yes, an industrial dishwasher.

You're sending the remains
through a power rinse cycle?

Basically it's covered
in soap, so yeah.

This isn't gonna wash
away any evidence?

The catch tray will collect
the runoff and any particulates.

I'm sorry we didn't
get our evening.

Occupational hazard.

At least I was
here with you.

I know this is hard.

Loving you is the easiest thing
in my life right now.

I'd like to boast
to the world about it,

but that's just my ego.

You were
expecting this right?

You can expect something
and still be knocked off

your feet when it happens.

Clean as a whistle.

So what will
the State Department let you

tell us about Symchay Conteh?

Symchay Conteh
escaped Sierra Leone

to Guinea about ten years ago
and applied for refuge status.

He was 14 years old;
you mean his parents applied

for refuge status?

No, he was an orphan on his own.

When he came to the States,

he applied for
and was granted asylum.

Which means a 14-year-old boy
had reason to fear for his life

if he was sent home.

It was after the civil war.
The kid did all right.

Five years later, he was
granted U.S. citizenship.

Never went back to Sierra Leone?
Well, Sweets was

saying that he was doing
everything he could

to go forward, not back.

Model citizen.

Worked steadily.
I'd hate to think

that his past caught up
with him in some way.

Why you say it like that?

He had a lot of temporary
part-time jobs,

but one source of income
remained steady the whole time.

Something to do
with Sierra Leone?

Yeah, he was getting
payments from, uh,

Wilford Hamilton and Associates.

Law firm or
accountant?

Law firm,
specializing in immigration.

Why would an immigration lawyer
be paying the victim

instead of vice versa?

Thanks, Alex.

Anything I can
do to help

on this, Booth.

People come to this country
looking for a new start.

Someone messes with that,

they're messing with
the United States of America.

Can I help you?

FBI Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

Looking for
a Mr. Wilford Hamilton.

His law office says he'd be down
here doing pro bono work today.

Yeah, I'm Hamilton.

Uh, mind putting away the badge?

It makes some people
uncomfortable.

No, it's true, Booth.

Some of these children or their
parents are from countries

with oppressive military regimes.
I understand.

Been to those places before.

Okay, badge is going away.

You don't seem like

an FBI agent.

Thank you.

Thank you?
I mean,

I'm very proud to be
a forensic anthropologist.

Proud to be an FBI guy.

Forensic anthropologist?

Wait... something bad happen?

Symchay is dead?

Well, can you please
tell us how you know him?

Uh, yes.

I was Symchay's lawyer when
he applied for asylum, and then

later I hired him to help other
refuges get on their feet.

How long ago did Symchay die?

Three days.

How did Symchay help
other refugees?

Got them settled,
helped them find

a living situation,
um, a job, et cetera.

I didn't pay him very much.

The fact is,
he would've done it for free.

Did he ever
have any trouble with

any of the other clients
that he helped out?

No.

No, no, everyone loved Symchay.

Any signs of trouble
from his past?

Wait a second.

Who's this?

Brima Chalobah.

It's a friend
of Symchay's

who was deported back
to Sierra Leone two years ago.

Okay, if he was deported, why
is that of interest to me?

Because he's back here
in the U.S. illegally.

How do you know?

Because he came here.

And he asked Symchay
for help, but Symchay

told him that there was not
a thing we could do for him

as long as he was
in the country illegally.

Right, and Symchay
didn't tell the police?

No.

Neither of us did.

People here have to be able
to trust us.

Right. Well, that trust could
have gotten Symchay killed.

This is my case, Alex.

You got deportees,
illegal immigrants,

dead asylum refugees.

That means State oversees
this case, Booth.

And I'm State.
Right.

So as an overseer,
what exactly do you do?

Can you just, I don't know,
enlighten me?

I tell you what to do.

I exhort... and then
you make me look good.

Here's Brima's file.

He was deported
for almost

killing a man in
a street fight.

This lawyer, Hamilton,

he's sure Brima is back
in the States?

Well, fingerprints
confirm Brima was

the missing roommate
sleeping on Symchay's couch.

Okay, so he's here illegally,
has a history of violence.

Maybe they fight.

Okay, Brima kills Symchay

and he takes off,
but the question is where?

The Baltimore-D.C. area

has the largest population

of Sierra Leonean immigrants
in the U.S.

And they protect each
other because they know

being sent back
is a lot worse than prison here.

No one's gonna give him up.

Don't worry, buddy,
you'll get him.

And I'll give you
all the appropriate credit.

I'm not a small man.

I tracked down
the cab company

from the logbook pages
that Booth found

in the victim's apartment.

Did the victim or the
roommate work there?

Well, Brima is illegal,
so he probably

didn't want
to use his real name.

And as we know,
the anonymous caller who

reported Symchay missing seemed
to be calling from a garage.

So you think it was the taxi
garage and Brima was the caller?

Yeah. Booth thinks
it's possible.

If Brima killed Symchay,
why would he report himself?

I don't know.

That's why I asked
for the dispatch recordings

from the cab company.

I can compare them
to the 911 call,

and then maybe we can find out
if Brima made the call.

Okay.

Mr. Vaziri.

No remodeling, which means
these rib fractures occurred

close to time of death.

But you haven't found

any injuries severe enough
to give us cause of death?

No injuries severe enough
for him to even notice.

I disagree.

These broken ribs alone would
have been extremely painful.

They aren't anything
he wasn't used to.

I've catalogued eight remodeled

antemortem injuries
so far:

a fractured tibia...

clavicle...

mandible, all dating back
to his childhood.

Life in Sierra Leone
wasn't easy.

There was a war.

Exactly.

Bone deformation
in the vertebrae

and the knees and feet

from carrying
heavy loads barefoot.

Yes.

And the asymmetry
of the shoulder joint,

common from repeated
use of AK-47's.

The butt of the gun
repeatedly jamming

against the
shoulder frame.

I saw this in
Guatemala and Darfur.

Symchay Conteh wasn't just
a refugee from Sierra Leone.

He was a child soldier.

A small boy taught to kill.

Who's the victim in that case?

When you were
growing up in Iran

during the war
with Iraq...

I was privileged.

Sheltered.

I dealt with
power outages,

food shortages
and propaganda.

I had it easy.

No one has it easy in war.

I'm not the victim here,
Dr. Brennan.

I'd like to focus on Symchay.

Symchay's bank records
show that he received

a check for a thousand dollars
the day before he died.

At a gallery?
Yeah.

Some photo gallery
on, uh, U Street.

Ironic that he was a chef.

Child soldiers were
controlled through food.

If they didn't kill,
they didn't eat.

Well, he came here to start
over, and look what happened.

Man.

You know, I really
need a vacation.

We'll go.

I've been thinking: Paris.

Paris! Yeah! All right!

Okay, now you're talking.

The catacombs are filled
with historical remains,

and the sewer system
is fascinating.

Right, skeletons
and poop.

Well, way to ruin
Paris, Bones.

Well, the food there
is superb.

I lost my appetite.

So you hired Symchay
through the AFP fugee center?

Yeah. And given
my subject matter,

I wanted a West African
chef to cater the opening.

He came highly
recommended.

You took
all of these photographs?

Yep.

I covered the war in Sierra
Leone for over three years.

That couldn't have been easy.

It wasn't.

Taken me ten years
to exhibit these.

You know, it's my job
as a photographer

to maintain a distance,

to be
a "dispassionate observer."

It's easier said
than done.

It's tough
in our line of work, too.

So, did you contact
Symchay personally,

or was it all done
through e-mails?

No, no, we
met once, uh,

to go over the menus,
so he could scout

the location, see what
he needed to bring.

You know, stuff like that.
Right.

And that was what,
three days ago?

Yeah.

The day he went missing.

You know,
when I was

showing him around,
I realized I'd made a mistake.

I don't understand.

When he looked at
the photos, he just broke down.

He started crying.

He fell to his knees.

I just... felt terrible.

He didn't know what
he was getting himself into?

Yes. On the phone,
he said he can handle it.

He might have been able to
if he hadn't seen this.

What's that?

Oh, that one's
particularly heartbreaking.

Call that one
"Initiation Day."

The shape of the skull,
the anterior nasal spine,

the mandible.

The child soldier
in this photograph is Symchay.

So, you keep any potassium
hydroxide around here?

Yeah, I use it to develop
my high-contrast photos.

How much do you keep
on the premises?

Maybe, I don't
know, a pound.

What's going on?

This is the last place
Symchay Conteh was seen alive.

His killer tried
to dissolve

his dead body
in potassium hydroxide.

You think I killed him?

Well, the photo
you took of him

is the centerpiece
of your show.

But I didn't know that.

People change between
the age of seven

and 24.

You know, I have seen
enough death, thanks.

I have no interest in
killing anybody myself.

Have you ever gotten
any help, Ms. Singer?

I'm a veteran;
I can recognize

post-traumatic
stress disorder.

Yes.

I got help.

I had trouble sleeping.

I had dreams.

I got depressed.

But I have my work, and
I never killed anybody.

Can you say
the same thing?

No, I cannot.

I may have found

cause of death.

There's a linear cut
on the right clavicle.

And there is also

fracturing adjacent
to the cut along the right side

at one end.

There's similar fracturing
on the left side

at the opposing
end of the cut.

Indicative of
a stab-and-twist movement.

A bayonet.

Both sides of the conflict

in Sierra Leone used bayonets.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab the cut
for particulates

before we jump
to any conclusions.

So, Kimberly's coverage

of the war covered multiple
years in multiple zones.

Suggests
extraordinary access

on both sides of the conflict.

Symchay Conteh
comes to the gallery,

and is literally
confronted with his past,

a past he's tried
everything possible to repress.

Well, that explains
why he might

attack her, not vice versa.

Unless...

he knows something about her.

What about the potassium hydroxide?
Well, we checked out

her purchasing records, and she
didn't buy enough of the stuff

to dissolve a body.
I suspect

when you find your illegal
alien, you'll find your killer.

Oh, so what, now you want
to be an FBI agent?

I watch TV.

I can contribute.

Or you just want

the bad guy not to be
an American, right?

Boom.

Really?

You got something?

Yeah.

You remember
the missing persons call?

Sure. Maybe came
from a garage?

I compared it
to the dispatch calls

from the cab
company, and...

My friend is missing.

His name is Symchay Conteh.

And your name is?

Alvin James.

Okay.

Now...

Cab 297.

Pick up
at Eastern and Addisson

for drop-off
at Benning and 16th.

297?

That's correct.

I can't tell
if it's the same voice.

Well, our ears might fool us,
but the voices

actually match beyond
what our ears can hear.

And the driver of
cab 297 is Brima?

All I know is
that the cabdriver

definitely made
the 911 call.

And, now, the cab
is registered to...

...Anthony Johnson.

When I lived in New York,

there was a guy who
lived upstairs from me

who worked legally
for a cab company,

but he would sometimes let
his roommate drive the cab

so that it
could run 24/7.

And the roommate
was not legal.

So maybe that's what's
happening here.

I'll tell Booth.

Here on the left...

Ah.
Hey!

There you are, sir.

I see you.

Man, here you go.
Finally, huh?

Yes.

Cold out there, huh?

Yes. Where to, sir?

Brima Chalobah?

Uh, no, no, sir.

My, uh, my name
is Anthony Johnson.

Oh.

My name is FBI
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

We should talk.

I called

because I had feared
something happened to Symchay.

I don't need to tell you you're
in lot of trouble, Mr. Chalobah.

I did not hurt Symchay;
he was my friend.

You're in this country
illegally, you...

got a criminal record.

I did nothing then.

I was just standing there

when the fight started.

What happened
to your hand?

When I was a boy... at school,

I refused to kill my teacher...

so the rebel soldiers
made me watch while they did.

And then they cut off your hand.

The government slogan was:

"The decision is in your hands."

So the rebels took your hand.

Bastards.

Sorry, but you knew about this?

You think
I could get

where I am at State

without being the best?

I promise you, sir,

I did not kill Symchay.

How could I with one hand?

Well, you know,

you're a strong man,
you used to be a soldier--

I can only imagine

the people you killed
with just one hand.

Symchay was my friend.

I was forced to kill,

but I am not a monster.

Maybe Symchay was gonna
turn you in for being illegal.

- He would never do that.
- You know what,

maybe all this was
just an accident.

I mean, maybe seeing the
photograph for the first time

just triggered something
in Symchay.

He comes home, all bugged out,

you guys fight.

You didn't mean to kill him.

But that photo
was not new to him.

It was published
in the Freetown Unite,

a community paper,
five years ago.

You're positive that
Symchay saw that photo?

As part
of a child soldier's

rehabilitation, they have
to face what they've done.

We were taught that
none of this is our fault,

that first we must

learn to forgive ourselves.

I...

I tried.

I really tried.

I believe him.

I'd like to,

but... the kind of
trauma he suffered,

it never really
goes away.

It can manifest suddenly.
He called the police.

He was concerned
about his friend.

Yeah, remorse.

Delayed onset PTSD can
cause violent outbursts

brought on by
seemingly minor events.

It's called
hyperarousal.

Now, after the event,
the person experiences

regret and self-hatred.

Well, I
hope he's innocent.

'Cause the last thing
I want is to be

the son of a bitch
who sent him back to his death.

Brima couldn't
have killed Symchay.

Well, the guy
looks pretty scary,

and Booth said that a soldier
wouldn't need both hands, so...

This one would.

Angela modeled the attack.
Given the extent

of the victim's
injuries, and Brima,

and the victim's
height and weight differentials,

he couldn't have done it.

If he had both
hands, yes,

but as an
amputee, no way.

Have you figured out
what was used to stab Symchay?

Yes and no.

But mostly no.

See, the results
from the swab

indicate a weapon
made of steel.

Medium-carbon steel-- that's
what they use to make bayonets.

Yeah, but this
isn't medium-carbon.

It's chrome-plated and contains
traces of potassium chloride.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

I mean, potassium chloride?

That's a residue common
to an AK-47 after firing.

And the steel and chrome
plating matches an AK?

Yep.

This injury was made
by an AK-47.

That makes no sense.

You can't slice the clavicle
with the barrel of an AK-47.

You made a mistake;
test it again.

I get that you're
upset about this,

but I didn't mess up here.

Do you have any idea
what this man went through?

Yes, but...
No, it wasn't

an unhappy childhood.

His problems
weren't getting into

the right preschool

and having the coolest sneakers.

I get that.
It was hell!

He grew up in hell, Hodgins!

Making mistakes
and giving up--

that can't happen!

Hey! I am not giving up!

Now, I'm sorry that
you don't like my results,

but I didn't mess up here!

Do you want the whole
lab hearing you?

Because that's
what's happening.

I do not need him

coming in here and accusing me

of being incompetent
and not caring.

You're the intern.

I'm the guy with "Doctor"
in front of his name.

I had no idea

you were incapable
of making mistakes!

Maybe I should just

bow down to you and
do whatever you say!

Okay, that is enough.

You go back to work,
Dr. Hodgins.

Mr. Vaziri, you come with me.

What's going on?

I'm trying to solve this case.
And you feel

you're the only one
who can by alienating

the most brilliant staff
in the country?

I'll apologize
and get back to work.

I didn't say
you could go.

I'm also your
boss, remember?

I remember.

What's going on, Arastoo?

You don't sound
like my boss now.

I want to help you;
talk to me.

Would you like everyone here
to see your concern?

I don't think so.

This is work.

I'll be a professional.
I'm sorry for my behavior.

It was wrong,
and it won't happen again.

But I would really like
to get back to the bones.

Woke up and you weren't there.

I couldn't sleep.

What are those?

Some pictures I took

in Central America and Darfur.

It was impossible
to identify all of them.

And these soldiers?

They were helping us.

I was grateful at the time,
but look at them.

I mean, look at him, Booth.

He couldn't be more than 15.

I thanked him.

Well, you had a job to do.

In Afghanistan,
when you see boys like this,

do you let them fight?

It was different.
You know,

there was a...
there was a protocol.

I should have made sure
that he could put down that gun

and have a normal life.

Well, what's normal in a
war zone, Bones, really?

Well, not this.

We can never let
this be normal,

even if they're on our side.

Hey.

It's 3:00 in the morning;
is everything okay?

Uh, you tell me.
Why are you up?

Probably the same
reason you are:

the case.

There's still

no helpful evidence?

Well, Hodgins found
a gun that's somehow

supposed to be
used as a knife,

but it doesn't trace
back to anyone.

We'll go over
the remains again,

but so far, we have
nothing of value.

All we're sure of is that there
was an inciting incident

at the gallery
that set off Symchay?

But he's the only one

who knows what upset him
that day,

and he's not alive to tell us.

Maybe his friend does.
Brima?

We know that Brima
didn't kill him, and he was

telling the truth about
being Symchay's friend.

Yeah. They did go
to rehabilitation together

after they escaped
from Sierra Leone.

I mean, part of that process
is baring all.

So you think that
maybe he can tell us

what upset Symchay
that day at the gallery?

What else do we
have to go on?

Ms. Singer, what
are you doing?

You know, I avoided exhibiting
these photographs for years,

and I was right to.

This life...

my life...

...so horrible.

We need to see
the photographs,

all of them.

Haven't they done enough harm?

I know this boy.

And him.

Symchay saw
something here.

Brima might know
what it is.

Or it might
make things worse.

These boys that you recognize,
are they in the States, too?

No.

He tried to run,
but he was caught.

They cut his legs off
and threw him in the bushes.

And Amadu--

he was shot
by the government soldiers

while he was asleep.

I wanted to help.

I thought if I
called attention

to what was happening...

But no one cares.

No, we care.

No!

No.

Do you recognize

this boy, too?

No.

The man!

Oh, God.

The janitor.

W-What janitor?

Janitor in Symchay's building.

You never saw him?

This man,

right here,
do you know his name?

That's Joseph Mbarga,
an R.U.F. general-- a monster.

He was responsible

for recruiting
thousands of child soldiers.

He disappeared
after the war.

He's still wanted
for war crimes.

Symchay probably threatened
to expose him.

Are you sure
this is the same man?

It's years later.

That is him, all right?

That's him, Bones.

It's him. He's here.

Deft old war criminal like this,
he's not gonna give us anything.

Booth's been up against
these guys before.

I am not who you say I am.

Really?

'Cause the fingerprints
here say that

you are Joseph Mbarga.

And so will the
DNA, my friend.

I'm not an expert
on the subject,

but I've heard Mbarga
was never fingerprinted.

And that all DNA evidence
was destroyed

in the revolution.

Did Symchay confront you?

I doubt it.

Mbarga would be a giant,
invulnerable figure to Symchay.

No, he probably didn't.

He was probably too scared.

Okay, so here are your choices.

You either confess
to this murder,

and you're tried here or we
deport you back to The Hague,

where you have to answer
to 17 counts

of crimes against humanity

for which
you've already been indicted.

I have nothing to say to you.

You're wasting your time.

Did it ever
occur to you

to just... do the right thing?

Is Booth serious?

This man's a monster.

Booth is a very good man.

He has a hard time
accepting the idea

of a human being without morals,
no matter how often he sees it.

My name is Tony Dennis.

My papers are in order.

I'm here legally.

You must let me go

or grant me a lawyer.

I don't know what he hoped
to accomplish with this.

He has a reason.

He always has a reason.

We are not who they say we are.

We are a peaceful people
looking for peaceful revolution

to this disastrous civil war.

That's from a pirate
radio broadcast

Joseph Mbarga made 12 years
ago back in Sierra Leone.

Right.
I compared that

to the voice of the man
you questioned today.

And?

I am not who
you say I am.

We are not
who they say we are.

Do they match?

It might not sound

the same initially,
but yes, completely.

The man you have in custody
is definitely Joseph Mbarga.

So that's why
you questioned him.

You didn't care
what he had to say,

so long as he said something.
I'm not gonna let

this guy back in the world

if I have anything
to say about it.

You are wasted
in the FBI, Booth.

Why don't you come work
at the State Department?

I could hook that up.

So, man we have in custody
is definitely Joseph Mbarga.

But I haven't proved that he is
the one who killed Symchay.

Doesn't matter
anymore, Bones.

I got him on at least
1,000 other murders.

But I'm investigating
this murder,

and I found something.
What?

A second stab wound

on the victim's atlas
on the inside.

He was stabbed twice?
Yes.

With two weapons.

Very similar,
but not identical.

Oh, like a double prong?

That would make the most sense.

A two-pronged weapon
made of chrome-plated steel

matching an AK-47.

According to the Book of Isaiah,

"They shall beat their swords
into ploughshares."

Yes, it means to turn weapons
to peaceful uses.

Maybe that
actually happened, okay?

Maybe he turned his AK-47
into a pitchfork.

Not a pitchfork, Booth.

An African tribal mask.

You sound really confident
about that.

I am.

I saw the mask.

You saw the mask?

Just heard from our friend
at State.

Guess who Joseph Mbarga,
aka Tony Dennis,

used as an immigration lawyer?

Wilford Hamilton.

The clinic here uses

potassium hydroxide
as a cleaner.

There's more than enough
to fill the barrel.

All right,
this guy's going down.

There it is.

What the hell is going on?
Wilford Hamilton,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Symchay Conteh.

You gonna profess
your innocence now?

I am innocent.

Booth?
Yeah.

There's blood on the horns

as well as the hanging wire
on the back.

Did you cut your little finger
on the back of the wire there?

That is sloppy.
Yeah, a month ago

when I hung the mask.
Really?

Reflective infrared spectroscopy
will show that your blood stain

and Symchay's
happened concurrently.

Symchay came to you and told you
that his janitor

was Joseph Mbarga.

He trusted you.
You killed him because

you didn't want to be exposed
for shielding a war criminal.

What's
your next play now?

You're gonna say taking money

from one big bad like Mbarga
is worth the price

because it kept
the refugee center open?

You're wrong, you bastard.

You're dead wrong!
Just relax. We got him, okay?

Hey, I'm
not a cop, Booth.

I hope you get killed in jail.
I agree with Mr. Radziwill.

I don't. Actually, I want to see
him go through the whole system.

...killed someone.

What about us?
What is he saying?

What language do most
of these people speak?

English.

English is
the official language, yes,

but Krio actually is
the de facto national language.

Why?

They're scared.
I mean, they're refugees

who are seeing the guy
they thought was helping them

being arrested.

That man was arrested, not
because he was helping you.

He was arrested
because he betrayed you.

What she said.
Was that Krio?

What did you say about me?

Thank you.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Uh, what did you promise them?

Thank you, thank
you, thank you.

Oh, my God.

What did you say?!

Are you done?

Just about.

I need to explain something
to you.

Okay.

I have some experience
with child soldiers

from the other side.

There were 96,000 child soldiers

during that first
Persian Gulf War.

You said that you
were privileged.

I was.

But there were others.

My cousin.

You don't have
to tell me.

I want to.

My cousin was taken away.

I saw it.

I could do nothing.

You were just a child yourself.

Farid died.

We're at work.

Never mind.

Someone will see us.

That boat just sailed, Arastoo.

Okay, now I most definitely
would have figured this out.

Why are Cam and
Arastoo embracing?

Arastoo and
I, we, uh...

Um, when I'm at work,

I will call this woman
Dr. Saroyan,

and she will call me
Mr. Vaziri,

but when we're not at work...
When we're not at work...

Why does it matter
what you call each other?

Exactly.

Oh, oh.

Okay, I see.

Uh, it's symbolic.

As all nomenclature is
at its core.

You will not see any evidence
that Cam and I

are more than colleagues.

Are we supposed to clap
or something?

No, Dr. Hodgins.

Because we're at work.

Really, Dr. Hodgins,

you need to learn how to pick up

on the more subtle
social indicators.

Yes, yes.

I guess I'm just a romantic.

Yeah!

Yay!

All right!

Proud of you.

Yay!

Good-looking couple.

Where you going?

Babe?

It's very strange
that I didn't notice

that Cam and my intern
were romantically involved.

Do I have to fire Mr. Vaziri?

No, no, that's not...

What's that?

Oh, I had a brilliant idea.

You always have
a brilliant idea.

Thank you.

This is about our vacation.

Oh, great,
our vacation.

Look at this;
we're going to...

Toe-Chew?

Tho Chau. Tho Chau.

The Gulf of Thailand?
Oh, boy.

Tho Chau has been
contested territory

between Cambodia and Vietnam

for centuries.

A lot of battles,
massacres, mass graves,

history,
a fascinating adventure.

You like adventure, right?

Sounds fascinating.

Are you just saying that
to humor me?

No. You know what,
if you're happy,

I'm happy; it's our vacation.

There's sailing,
Sailing?

and scuba diving
and fishing.

Fishing?
And...

Look at that. Hey,
is that a beach?

Yes, with a bar.

The local drink is called
the bia hoi,

and it is not monitored
by any health agency.

Bia hoi?
Bia hoi.

Toe-choe, that's what it is.
Tho Chau.

You found paradise.
Yes, paradise.

Mass graves for me
and a beach with liquor for you.

Right, is there room service?
Well, I don't know.

What's this? Oh,
look there's a dock.

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What's that mean?