All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S01E15 - Two Bodies in the Lab (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

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Temperance.

Oh.

I startled you?

Yeah, I was just chatting
with a friend online.

I'm sorry,

but we have a new
delivery, top priority.

Sounds like a good friend.

Yes. It's fascinating
how interests

and intimacy
can be cultivated online.

So you've never met this friend.

I've done enough Googling
to schedule a dinner.

You said there was a delivery?

The bones washed ashore
on Chesapeake Bay.

Judging from the algae,

he's been fish food
for quite a while.

They ate through
both tibia.

The remains show evidence
of bullet wounds.

Which would explain why he has
all those holes in him.

Looks as though they weren't

made by a .32.

Maybe a .38

Heard you might
need a face.

The FBI's pretty certain
this is James Cugini.

They're looking for evidence

that could lead them
to the killer.

HODGINS:
Wow. Jimmy Cugini.

BRENNAN:
I don't know who that is.

It's a mob boss who
disappeared six years ago

after his daughter's
dance recital.

Cement shoes, pretty trite.

Why mess
with the classics?

- They find any of the bullets?
- No.

Oh, they really are
quite good at this.

Should we really be
involved in mob stuff?

I mean, they're really
into the whole killing thing.

GOODMAN:
I can provide you
with a job description

if you've forgotten
what we do here,

Dr. Hodgins.

After you clean him up, Zack,

I want you to X ray the bones
for any bullet fragments.

Be very careful cleaning
the exit and entrance wounds.

I want to recover
any markings

the bullet left as it
passed through the bone.

I could have him ready
about 8:00 tonight.

Can't work tonight.

Tomorrow morning's fine.

You have a date tonight.

It's not a date.

- It's a meal.
- With a man?

Did you meet him

on the website
I told you about?

You're dating online?

It's a practical way
of objectively examining

a potential partner without
all the game-playing.

That comes later,
if it works out.

HI, I'm Angela.

Special Agent Jamie Kenton.

Dr. Brennan?

Hey.

You two know each other.

I was at the Bureau

when Booth took
his coffee cup.

Apparently they're both the
"World's Greatest FBI Agent."

That's right.
Kenton's working
the Cugini case.

He's one of the original
investigators.

This is Brennan's
Brain Trust.

Your victim is over here.

So, what if your
computer date's a psycho?

Only about a billion people
date online.

I have.
Whatever
happened

to seeing someone
across a crowded room,

eyes meeting,
that "ole black magic

gets you in its spell..."?

There's no such
thing as magic.

Oh, there's magic.

Yeah, are you
here for a reason?

Because Agent Kenton
is handling this.

We have some
remains to look at.

BRENNAN:
Yeah, I'm already
looking at them.

No, not the Cugini case.

Kenton will baby-sit him.

These are fresh.

BRENNAN:
I was told

that our friend in the
cement shoes took precedence.

That was before
they found someone

tortured and ripped
apart by dogs.

( dogs barking )

90% of flesh is missing
because of mutilation

and postmortem anthropophagi
caused by canine scavenging.

Do they have
to stay here?

Waiting to see
if you need them.

No, not now.

Ask him to save
the excrement for Hodgins.

Lucky Hodgins.

What about the eyes?

Gone.

Gouged out?

Yes.

You can see the scrapings
in the orbital cavities.

Much rougher than
the knife scarring.

It was done
with a different weapon.

Son of a bitch.

You've seen this before.

Yeah.
Two years ago, we found

a 17-year-old girl in a
tool shed, bound, slashed,

eyes gouged out.

Nothing for her
parents to identify.

Suspect was Kevin Hollings.

Everything pointed to
him, but couldn't get

the hard evidence, so
the D.A. refused to prosecute.

He's twisted, Bones.

You know, it's
like a game to him.

He use dogs before?

No. He's making the
killings more elaborate.

It's like he's testing us.

Until he goes
too far and gets caught.

Isn't that
the expected pathology?

Yeah.

Well, I can determine the kind
of weapons, time of death.

Hodgins might find
something useful in the dogs'...

( phone rings )

Brennan.

Just working.

Bag that.

( moans )

Yeah, of course,
I'm starving.

7:30. Okay.

Yes, I'll meet you there.

Okay, bye.

My reservation
just got pushed.

so I have a few
extra minutes.

Oh, a few extra
minutes. Great.

What?

Nothing.

You disapprove.

I said "great."

With attitude.
Don't go
overboard

with the psychology.

It's not your thing.

Look, I am an adult, Booth.

I see men.
I go out with them.

On occasion,
I sleep with them.

Hey, you know what, that's cool.

But you don't know who
this guy is that you're meeting.

I've trekked through Tibet
avoiding the Chinese Army.

I think I can handle
meeting someone for dinner.

Fine. You know what?
You have fun with Dick431

or whatever
his handle is.

- Yeah. I will.
- Good.

- Thanks.
- Fine.

Good.

Victim is female,
late teens to mid 20s.

Knife marks on the bone,
evidence of deep cuts,

probably to open up
the flesh, make it...

...more appetizing
for the dogs.

( phone ringing )

David.

Hi.

Yeah, I'm here.
Well, I guess

I'm two doors down.

No, I know. The traffic
on the Beltway can be brutal.

Okay. Bye.

( gunshots )

I need enlargements
of the supraorbital notch.

Have you examined
the dogs' excrement?

I'm doing the fecal
flotation now.

I don't get
to say that a lot.

Check for fibers the FBI
might have missed...

You've already told him twice.

Are you sure
you don't want a drink?

You know, it wouldn't
be difficult for someone

to encode a
secure data strip

implant it on an ID
card with the correct

digitally-encoded
authentication data

and sneak in here.

It is possible.

Are you two going
to help or not?

You know, Booth's pissed
that you came here.

They had more questions
for you at the scene.

He just doesn't
want to come here

because he has to
park in the structure.

I need her face as
quickly as you can.

Zack, these bullet wounds
haven't been cleaned.

I worked on them for
hours, Dr. Brennan.

Then that wasn't long enough,

was it?

I'm sorry, but...

You take a sinus probe,

you put a little cotton swab

on the end of it,
you dip it in water

and you dab it inside the wound
until it's clean.

The Sistine Chapel took 13 years
to clean properly.

I didn't think we had
that kind of time.

Bones, what the
hell are you doing?!
Working.

Why does everyone
find that so odd?

Oh, I don't know why.

Because maybe an hour ago
someone tried to kill you.

I don't think it's a good idea

for you to continue to work
these cases.

This is what I do, Booth.

Look, whoever killed
these victims wants to make sure

you don't finish
your investigation.

Hundreds of criminals
would like me to stop what I do.

Are you suggesting
that I just give up my career?

Just be reasonable.

Fine.

Logic suggests that the shooter

is involved
in one of these cases,

so I should find out
who killed them

before he tries
to shoot me again.

Did forensics
that were meant for me?

Ballistics is running tests
on them right now.

And have you picked
up the suspect

in the young
woman's murder?

Hollings.
I don't want to spook him

until we have enough evidence,
but I got guys watching him.

Did you get a list of
women missing aged...

18 to 25, yes.

They're on your server.

Bones, everyone is doing
their job.

Okay, I'll see if any of them
match the victim.

Well, what about
the Romano family?

Hodgins says they were
feuding with the Cuginis.

Kenton is pulling all the files
on the case

and all mob activity
six years ago.

Bones, there is one other person
we have to look at: your date.

I spoke with him, Booth.

He was in his car,
in traffic.

And why would he
want to kill me?

Why would somebody want to kill
your victim over there?

Look, Bones, I know it's
hard for you to admit

that you might be wrong
about something,

but I really don't care
about your feelings right now.

I'm more concerned
with your life,

so they're bringing your
date in for interrogation.

Grab your coat.
I'm working.

Bones, I'm not letting you
out of my sight

until I find out who is trying
to kill you.

( clears throat )

Temperance.

David.

Someone shot at you?

( chuckling ):
Yeah.

Oh, my God.
I know.

What can I do?
Excuse me,
I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth.

I'll be asking the questions.

You want to sit down?

Sure. I mean,
I didn't see anything.

When I got to the restaurant,
I saw all the cops,

but I had...
that it had to...
You're an investment banker,

a good-looking guy,
but you find your
women online?

Excuse me?

Can't you find any women
at work?

Well, she was online, too, and
she's a great-looking doctor.

Your picture doesn't
do you justice, by the way.

Why, thank you.

Yours either. I...

The resolution must
not be very good online.

Bones.

Oh, he's a Luddite.

Hey.

That's someone who's afraid
of technology.

I know what a Luddite is.

So, you're
saying that you

were stuck in traffic.

What? You think I shot at her?

I'm a fund-raiser
for the Brady Campaign

Against Gun Violence.

Do you think

I tried to
kill you?

He has to do this.

Yeah. I have
to do this.

So what time
did you leave work?

About 6:45.

Any witnesses?

Yeah, yeah. My assistant--

Margaret Jenson.
The client that I was with.

The valet that saw me pull out
of the parking garage.

I mean, unless
they're all suspects, too.

We'll be talking to everyone.

Well, did you check the traffic
report? It was a mess.

He did.

He did.

Well... well...

Do I have to get an attorney?

Just stay close, in case
we need you for anything else.

Yeah, sure. I mean,
anything I can do to help.

So this whole, you know,
online thing--

how long does it last?

Because, if it's just
a way, you know, hook up,

I got to tell you,
I think it's pretty low.

You know, one of my partners
met his wife online.

You're kidding.

No, no. They've been
married for five years.

Doesn't mean
he's not creepy.

Okay, I'm sorry.
Did I... Did I miss something?

'Cause I don't want
to get in the way

of anything
between you two.

What? Oh, no.
No.

No.
My God.

Well, then, maybe
we could reschedule dinner.
No.

Sure.
Great.

I think someone
needs this room. Let's go.

Uh... yeah.
Sure.

I'll e-mail you.

Stay safe.

She will stay safe.

He's nice,
don't you think?

Nice. He's nice.

As a suspect.
What...? Hello.

Hey.

The victim is
Penny Hamilton, 19.

She was a student at
American who disappeared

walking back to her dorm.

She was about to go to Haiti
to work at a medical clinic.

Booth is going to think
this is his fault.

He knew her?

The killer's done this before.

Booth couldn't get
the evidence he needed.

The guy promised Booth

they never would.

Where is Booth, anyway?

Thought he wasn't going
to let you out of his sight.

Gave him the positive
I.D. on Cugini.

He's calling it
in to Kenton.

So, how do you like David?

It's not often
you can

interrogate a guy
on a first date.

I like him.

Booth still doesn't approve.

But I told him
to mind his own business.

Hey.

Booth is a big, strong, hot guy

who wants to save your life.

I mean, you actually
have a knight

in shining FBI standard issue
body armor.

Cut him some slack.

Kenton heard the Romanos
are pissed

that they reopened
the investigation.

When they get pissed,
they shoot.

ADDY:
I've cleaned the
bones, Dr. Brennan.

You could eat off them.

This her?

Yeah.

BRENNAN:
Nice work, Zack.

You can see some of the markings
left on the bone

where the bullet passed through.

I can?
Yes.

Here and here.

On the outer compact bone.

Do you think you could
use the computer

to recreate the complete
imprint the bullet left?

I don't know if I have
enough here to work with.

What are you getting at?

After it's discharged,

every bullet has
a distinct pattern

etched into it from the barrel
of the gun, right?

Mm-hmm.

That same pattern
would be etched

into the bone
as it passes through.

If we can recover
that pattern,

we can reverse-engineer
the bullet.

Then you'll be able to tell
which weapon was used--

make, model, the
whole shebang.

I've never heard
of the technique.

BRENNAN:
It's a theory I've
been working on,

thought this would be

a good time
to test it.

Great, knock yourself out.

Anything more
about the girl?

The knife marks were made
by a non-serrated blade

consistent with a pocketknife,

like this one.

I found additional
knife marks on C5,

indicating that the throat
was slashed.

How about her eyes?
The grooving
in the eye sockets

doesn't match anything
on the knife.

And Hodgins is playing
with dog poop,

so everyone's got
something to do.

Let's go.
What?

Kenton is putting together

everything he's got
on Cugini's disappearance.

I'm probably more valuable here.

No, you're definitely
more valuable alive, all right?

I'm not leaving you alone.
Come on.

If it's so dangerous here,
why are you leaving us?

Big strong
guy like you,

you'll be able to take
care of yourself.

KENTON:
Worked undercover
with the Romanos for two years.

Never got very high
in the organization.

I left when I thought
my cover was being blown.

So you think someone
from the Romanos did this.

KENTON:
It had to be.

Hard to tell who, though.

They use a lot of different guys
for jobs like this.

That's Frank Lombardi.

He's been seen
in the area.

Suspected of killing
more than 25 people.

Shooting mostly, though he likes
the occasional garroting.

So you think
they'd try to do away

with the good doctor, here?

They're trying to look
more legit.

They don't want any ancient
history resurfacing.

Bad for business.

But you don't
know it's them.

Still have my sources.

They tell me the Romanos know
you're working this case,

and they know you're the best.

I recommend you walk away.

BRENNAN:
Is that why you
brought me here?

To scare me into giving up?

I want you to get real.

These people
you're dealing with...

We don't know
who we're dealing with.

It could be them,
it could be Hollings...

No, no, no.

Serial killers,
they follow a pattern.

They don't bind and torture and
then start picking people off

with a high-powered rifle.

BRENNAN:
You said Hollings promised

no one would ever
find enough to get him.

Maybe he knows that I can.

Either way, too dangerous.

You almost caught
a bullet in the skull.

BRENNAN:
I can give you
answers, Booth.

I can help you get Hollings.

You really want me to walk away
because it's dangerous?

Sorry, man, I tried.

Any word back from ballistics

on the bullets
that were meant for me?

Yeah, it was a military issue
Colt AR-15.

( cell phone rings )

Brennan.

Fasciola hepatica.

It's a parasite
found in beef liver.

I found their eggs
in the dog excrement.

The dogs were strays
that were starving.

So someone must have lured them
to the scene with liver scraps,

because there was no evidence
of any liver found at the scene.

So if we find any traces
of liver at Hollings' place

that contains the parasite,
we can tie him to the dogs.

It's possible.

I also found that
the cut marks on her bone

showed that the pocketknife
had a nick in the blade.

Okay.

Thanks.

( knocking )

Agent Booth?

Long time no see.

Hollings. Wondering if we could
take a look around your place.

Do you have a warrant?

No.

But you enjoy being
cooperative, if I remember.

Come in, please.

You must be Dr. Brennan.

I read about the incident
the other night.

You must have had
quite a fright.

Don't play
with her, Hollings.

I hope you don't think
I was being insensitive.

Maybe you could tell me
what you're looking for,

and I could help.

We just want
to look around, that's all.

Be my guest.

Could I open this?

Of course.

Is this about the girl
they found the other night?

Terrible thing.

You don't think I'm involved
in this one, too,

do you, Agent Booth?

Blades are clean.

No nicks.

I guarantee that whatever
you're looking for,

you're not going to find here.

BRENNAN:
What we need might be

locked up someplace.

Wow. There are
thousands of keys here.

Tens of thousands.

Maybe we'll just take
them down to the Bureau,

look through them.

It's a private collection.

I'm afraid without cause
or a warrant...

Oh, you see, I do have cause.

See, this key here
is from a federal building.

It says "Do Not Duplicate."

And the other one
looks like it was used

in a burglary
just around the corner.

And, oh, since you did allow us
into your home...

This is very rude, Agent Booth.

I opened my home to you
and this is...

Before anything is removed,
we should photograph everything.

How he's arranged
the items in the room

could be very important.

If you'll excuse me, I'd
like to call my attorney.

Game's not so fun now,

is it, Hollings?

I have a court date
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

You had no right
to confiscate his collection.

Oh, there were burglaries
in the area.

Those keys, they could
give us some answers.

My client can't be tied
to any of those burglaries.

You're probably right.

You see, but I have a job to do.

And Mr. Hollings here
has always been

so understanding of that
in the past.

Oh, I, I do understand.

I've given you a statement,
explained where I got the keys.

And since you haven't
charged him with anything...
Yet.

But I'm really
looking forward

to charging him with this.

Look at that.

( whistles )

I imagine it must be
very frustrating

when you can't solve a crime.

SLATER:
My client is a
respected researcher

with Whitley Chemical.

He hasn't missed a day of work
in the past two weeks.

Unless you have evidence
to hold him...

Can't stop looking at it,

can you, Hollings?

What does it do to you?

Does it make you hot?

That the psycho?

He's brilliant.

He knew we were
looking for a pocketknife,

so he left one
in plain sight.

The wrong one.

And if you don't find anything
concrete, he walks again, right?

I don't know if Booth
could live with that.

Those keys
have to lead somewhere.

Here are the files we had
on all the suspects,

people we knew worked
for the Romanos six years ago.

You got physical descriptions,
blood types, everything we had.

Might come in handy, you find
any more evidence on the body.

Thanks.

After we recreate the bullet,
we can track the angle of entry

based on height and...
I don't get it.

You don't have the physical
round that was shot, how...

I'm trying
to make one

based on the wounds.

Could give us the murder weapon.

Sweet.

If it works.

Well, you let me know if there's
anything else I can do for you.

Sure.

SLATER:
You're fishing.

No judge is going to let you

keep that collection,
Agent Booth.

You have to know that.

We'll have it back by tomorrow.

Nice try.

BOOTH:
I got the keys
on pretty shaky grounds.

The judge is going to release
them in less than 18 hours

unless we can find
something tangible.

Bones thought
maybe you could help.

I don't see how.
I'm an archeologist.

She thought maybe
you could look at it

as though it was some
kind of historical site.

I suppose that's
a reasonable assumption.

A person's environment
is a reflection of who he is.

He's a predator, very smart,

enjoys the game,
feels like he's untouchable.

The room is centered
around this chair.

You can see how he's surrounded,
back and sides,

by the bulk of the keys.

If this were an innocent
collection, he'd be facing it.

But in this configuration,
he's displaying it.

Well, a guy like this,
his kills are prizes.

Bureau's searching
through these keys now,

see if they can match one

to a storage locker
or another apartment.

But it's just, there's
too many of them.

Mayan rulers kept
souvenirs of their kills.

They called the display
a Tzompantli.

It was believed that it showed
their strength and power

and would strike fear
into anyone who saw it.

He's a loner.
Yes.

But this gave him
enough power and security

that he let you into his home.

He's right-handed, correct?

Yeah, right.

Well, the bulk of the keys
are on his right side.

Those of the greatest
value to him

would be in reach.

They hold his power.

I would look at any of the keys
in the containers

on his right side over here.

I thought it could be
a saw blade of some kind.

I compared the damage
with these.

But the crenellations
form a regular pattern.

They don't match what we see
in the orbital cavities.

And what if she
were struggling?

Lack of hemorrhage in
the surrounding eye tissue

suggests she was already dead
before the eyes were removed.

We need to look
for something smaller,

maybe a surgical
instrument.

The concrete used
to sink Cugini

is composed of Class-F fly ash
instead of Portland cement,

which is very exciting.

Not yet.

Each concrete
company has

its own unique mixture.

Certain building codes
have to be met,

but after that,
it's up to each company.

These people were cutting
corners by using fly ash,

which is much cheaper.

Tapford Construction.

Six years ago,
it was owned by Carlo Romano.

BRENNAN:
Romano doesn't seem
very worried.

BOOTH:
That's hubris.

Good word.
Thank you.

He won't seem so smug
after we talk to him.

KENTON:
We're running the names
of every one of his employees

from his construction company
six years ago.

We're pulling
sales invoices.

Gonna be a lot of stuff
to sort through.

Hodgins is going to try and see
if there's any skin

or fingernail in the concrete
to pull DNA from.

That's another
remote possibility.

Whatever.

( cell phone rings )

Booth.

( sighs )

Yeah.

Judge ordered a release
of Hollings' possessions.

There's no grounds to hold them.

How many keys
have they made it through?

The lab had to match
key types, serial numbers,

you know, cross-reference
those to the locks,

compare the crenellations...

The crenellations?

They haven't even been
through the first 500, Bones,

so I don't think...
There is no lock.

Those keys
don't open anything.

What are you talking about?

The crenellations,
the grooves,

carved into the bone
around the victim's eyes,

they were irregular,

like...

like the grooves of a key.

Bones, how many keys
do you need?

Well, car, house,

lab, morgue--
I need a lot of keys.

( clears throat )

Grooves?

He must've used a key
to gouge out the eyes.

And he kept it near him
in his apartment.

That was his souvenir.

How much longer can you keep
the keys you confiscated?

He's on his way to
reclaim them right now.

So you have at least
a half an hour, maybe more?

At least.
Okay.

So, tell forensics to forget
about matching them

to any locks.

Have them image each key

and send those to Zack,
so he can find a key

that matches the grooves
on the bone.

That shouldn't take long.

Image key,
send to Zack. Right.

She's good, huh?

Told you.

BRENNAN:
Romano didn't give us anything,

so I should probably
be back at the lab.

No, your squints
can handle it.

You haven't slept
in over a day, all right?

You need to get some rest.
I'll sleep on the couch.

You think you're
staying here with me?

Yeah.

Nice place,
by the way, Bones.

No, I'm locked
in here, Booth.

I'll be fine.
Okay, look,

I want you to stay away
from your windows, too.

A sniper has a clear shot

from any of the
surrounding buildings.

I could've just
stayed at the lab.

The security's tight there.
Then you would've worked,

you would've gotten tired,
and you would've been

more vulnerable when
you did go out.

Trust me, this is
the best, all right?

So.

Where's the TV?

I had one, but it broke.

I'm...

I mostly just read and...

and listen to music.

So let's listen
to some music, huh?

Music.

What do we got, Bones?

Wow, world music.
Uh...

There's a shock.

"Tibetan Throat Singers."

Rock on, Bones.
That's...

mostly for work.

Kanye West, Cat Power...

Oh, oh, all right.

Look at this.
Man, that's a lot of jazz.

Wow, I'd think all that
free-form stuff

would be a little bit
too unpredictable for you.
No, I love it.

The artist has to live within
a set tonal structure

and trust his own instincts
to find his way out

of an infinite maze
of musical possibilities.

And the great ones do.

What?

No, nothing.
I just, I just never

expected that you would,
you know...

That I would love music?

Well, I don't usually
get to talk about it,

but since you brought
it up, I thought...

No, hey, I didn't mean
to make you self-conscious.

Whoa, what's this?

Ha!
What is it?

Nice.
Booth...

( rock music plays )

How did that...
Ah, please!

Everybody loves
Foreigner, huh?

"Hot Blooded?" Talk about
a guilty pleasure!

( "Hot Blooded"
opening riffs playing )

FOREIGNER:
* Well, I'm hot blooded

* Check it and see.
Check it, baby!

BOTH ( with song ):
* I got a fever of
a hundred and three *

* Come on, baby,
do you do more than dance? *

* I'm hot blooded,
hot blooded. *

Drums!

( song continues;
phone begins ringing )

FOREIGNER:
* You don't have
to read my mind... *

*

Brennan.
* To know what I have

David, hi.
* In mind...

I'm fine, thanks.
* Honey, you oughta know

Booth, yeah.

I'm still
under lockdown,

until we solve
these crimes.

* Now, you move so fine...

Yes. Foreigner.
* Let me lay it on the line

Okay, I'll...
Okay, sure.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.
*I wanna know

Okay, thanks for calling. Bye.
* What you're doing
after the show. *

*

Yeah, I hope
he didn't think...

No.

No, because I wouldn't...

want to, you know,
ruin things for you.

Ruin anything.
Not a problem.

* Just me and you...

* I'll show you lovin'
Hey, you got a soda?

* Like you never knew...
Some juice?

*

Yeah.

In my fridge,
I'll get it.
No, no, no.

No, no, you know what?

I'm not your guest.

You don't have to wait
on me, I'll get it.

Do you want
anything?

That's okay.

* Come on, baby, do you
do more than dance?

Oh, there's glasses
in the cupboard

to the right
of the fridge.

( glass shattering )

Kenton is on his way over.

You have to promise me

that you're going
to stay with him.
I will.

Did they gather all the evidence
from the explosion?

Yes.
You're sure?

Yes, Booth...
I was there.

They were very thorough.

And I was very annoying.

( sighs )

I'm sorry, Booth.

It should be me
lying in that bed.

I'm fine, you know, I...

I don't even know
if I have to stay here.

You got blown up.

I've been worse.

You have burns,
lacerations,

two broken ribs,

a greenstick fracture
of the clavicle...

Okay, I got blown up.

Can you...

Can you hand me
one of the puddings?

Oh, man.

Thanks, Bones.

Look at that.

Oh...

You know,
on your X rays...

there's a history of multiple
fractures on your feet

consistent with beating.

It's a common method
of torture in the Middle East,

beating the soles of the feet
with pipes or hoses.

Yeah, I know.

And there are indications
of injuries sustained

while you were
shielding someone.

How the hell can you tell
something like that?

The scarring shows
that the rib cage spread

in such a way that...

Yeah.

Okay.

A buddy of mine...

he lost his weapon.

I, uh...

I tried.

He didn't make it.

You know, you shouldn't be
looking at my X rays.

( knocking )
Sorry.

Hey.
Yeah.

You look like crap.

Yeah, well, a little bit more
of this pudding,

I'll be just fine, you know?

You stick with her.

Yeah, if you want me to.

Don't you think
I should be consulted?
No.

Keep her close.

Don't worry.

ZACK:
It could've been you.

BRENNAN:
Yes, Zack, I know.

The only reason
he survived

was that he was
reaching for the glass.

I know.

Can we change the subject?

Let's talk revenge.

Blood lust.

The cathartic release
we're looking for

can only be achieved
when we successfully

gather enough
evidence

to neutralize
the person or persons

responsible for putting
Booth in that hospital.

"Neutralize" can mean
either kill or arrest.

Yes.

It can mean
either.

I don't get it, what
exactly are you doing?

I'm using a digital
enhancement program

to fill in
the missing markings

made by the bullet

when it passed
through the bone.

Impressed?

I have so many more tricks.

Hmm.

There's no ring.

Single or gay?

Gay? Why would
you say gay?

Brokeback, baby.
Gotta ask.

Not gay.

Angela?

We'll talk later.

So you'd match
a digital replica

of the bullet

with any recovered bullets
the FBI has?

Yes, so we can cross-reference
crimes, suspects, weapons.

Amazing.
HODGINS:
I just finished working

with forensics at the FBI

analyzing the chemical
composition of the explosives.

The isotopes in the sulfur
are like a fingerprint.

It is a perfect match
to the sulfur manufactured

by the chemical company
Hollings works for.

( crashing )

FBI!
Go, go!

Show yourself!

Clear!

I think he took off.

He marked the same part of town
where we found the other victim.

He's going
after someone else.

I want all this bagged.

Right.
( cell phone rings )

Brennan.

We found the key.

FBI said Hollings never returned
to claim them.

It matches the bone damage
exactly.

And it's definitely
one of Hollings' keys?

Yes, Hodgins tried
to retrieve DNA from it,

but he says it was dipped
in some kind of chemical bath

to remove anything organic.

Good work.

Maybe you should
come in now, Dr. Brennan.

I'll be fine, Zack.

Any luck with the bullet?

You want to go back to the lab
till we get any other news?

It'll be safer there.

Actually, Zack, I'll see you
in a few minutes.

ANNOUNCER:
He's got the ball again!

( game fades to background )

Hey.

Why are you here?
Is Brennan all right?

Sure, yeah.
No, she's with your compadre.

I just came by
to see how you are.

Oh.

Pudding.

I still remember this
stuff from when I
got my appendix out.

Yeah.

And it's as good
as you remember.

Key fit?

Yeah. And they found a map
of the neighborhood

where the other body was found,

and some more keys.

A map.

But we didn't...
we didn't catch that before?

I guess not.

Or maybe your killer's
getting sloppy.

That's not like him.

Well, it wasn't
like him

to use explosives,
either.

People change.

That's the wonderful thing
about life.

Now we can get him
before he gets Brennan.

Can I have this one?

You okay?

Huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm just thinking,
people don't really change.

We like to believe they do,
but they don't.

You thinking that it's
the mob guys who are after her?

I'm just thinking
that things that...

they don't make sense.

You're feeling something
a little more devious.

More like a frame-up?

Oh, I like it--
very conspiratorial.

Things are just too neat.

Hollings would never
leave a map there.

Go with me
on this.

Mob guys know you're closing in
and want to throw you off

by making it look
like the psycho.

I mean, these guys have
been involved in conspiracies

a lot more complicated
than this.

They set up
Lee Harvey Oswald,

worked with the CIA
to kill Castro.

Forget about what they did
to Marilyn Monroe.

Someone planted that evidence
so that we'd find it,

someone who knew
what we were up to.

Someone at the lab
works for the mob.

I can see it.

There's not much difference

between a corrupt corporate
government and organized crime.

You're right.

Excuse me?

The only way
that this could unfold...

( Velcro tearing )
( Booth groans )

...is if someone on the inside
was orchestrating things.

People never tell me I'm right;
they only say I'm crazy.

Love you, man.

What the hell are you doing?

You're driving.

Cool.
Okay.

KENTON:
Yeah.

Okay, make sure
there's backup.

They spotted someone
taking a woman

into those old abandoned
buildings off Hunter Boulevard.

I'll drop you
off at the lab...

No, I'm coming.

Booth said it was
pointless to argue.

He's a smart man, Booth.

I'll just call Zack.

I think I know
how to complete the bullet.

Even if we only have one side,

if we can approximate the spin
as it was fired...

You really are the best.

( sighs ):
That's too bad.

BOOTH:
You work for the FBI
and they put you on hold

when you want
to get information.

Kenton was working
organized crime

the same time that
Cugini was killed.

All right, he was...
he was the only one who knew

the details
of both investigations.

So, heh, he takes what he knows
about Hollings

to throw suspicions off himself.

( pained groan )

Maybe that nurse was right to be
pissed that you were leaving.

You don't seem good, Booth.

You know, if we weren't
in a toy car...

Yeah?

Listen to me, Bobby,

just get some units
out there now, okay?

I want to know
about any activity

in the abandoned buildings
on that map.

Brennan's not picking up
her cell.

Kenton, he never
called for backup

or surveillance or anything.

Geez, how could I be so stupid?

I mean,
everything pointed to him.

Hey, it is not your fault.

How could it not
be my fault?

It was my job
to protect her, right?

Instead...
I hand her over to him.

Certain crimes you
just got to let slide.

A death like Cugini's,

that's something that's
an internal issue.

Doesn't affect
anyone else.

You killed Cugini?

You don't get rich
working for the FBI.

When I was undercover, the
Romanos were very good to me.

When you accept
their generosity,

you have no choice but
to do what they ask.

Is that how you
live with yourself?

You take choice
out of the equation?

It's no different than
Booth taking out someone

from the other side when he
was a sniper in the Gulf.

That was a war--
his actions saved lives.

You don't think
getting rid of Cugini
ended a street war?

( barking and snarling )

So my death
will be justified now?

The Bureau keeps a
shell from every
weapon it issues.

You match that slug,

it points to my
weapon, and I go down,

and the Romanos
make sure I don't talk.

Well, at least I'm dying
for a good reason.

( dogs barking )

( clattering )

( cries out )

( gun clatters )

( Kenton grunts )

HODGINS:
You know, maybe you're wrong.

I mean,
Hollings is missing, right?

BOOTH:
Convenient, huh?

Kenton planted the leads
so that we'd find her

and go after Hollings
who we'd never find.

Because he's dead?
Because he's dead.

This whole conspiracy thing
is a lot more intense

when you're
in the middle of it.

( phone rings )
Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.
An agent talked to a witness

who saw a couple go into
a building off North 23rd.

Just "a" building?
Oh, yeah, that's real specific.

Well, crackheads, you know,
aren't that detail oriented.

Step on it.
Come on.

( screaming, muffled shouting )

They're not going
to find Hollings.

Uh-uh.

( Kenton sighs )

You know,

he used to slit their throat

like they were cattle.
( snarling )

He told me
he used the key

to unlock the soul
behind their eyes.

That's one sick bastard
the world ain't going to miss.

( dogs snarling )

We used thermal imagery
to see what activity

there was inside
the buildings.

We found a crack house,
a couple of squatters.

We were just about
to move in here next.

No, no, no.
He hears noise, you know,

he could freak out
and kill her.

We've got to be careful.

There's no "we," Booth.

I'm going with you.

You can barely stand.

I said I'm going with you.
Give me my gun.

Bring me that
vest for Booth.

Wear this.
Yeah.

( pained grunt )

( groans )

Yeah, you know what?
You can come, too.

Put that on.
You stay back.

I can do that.

* I'm not sure
what I'm looking for *

* Anymore

* I just know
that I'm harder to *

* Console...

( dogs barking )

KENTON:
I'm sorry.

I really am.

( dogs snarling )

* I can't conceal what I feel

* What I know is real

* No mistaking the faking...

( groans )

Maybe you shouldn't
have had all that pudding.

* All this running around

* Well, it's getting me down

* Just give me a pain
that I'm used to *

* I don't need to believe

* All the dreams you conceive

( low whistle )
* You just need to achieve

* Something that rings true...

I'm not like him though.

The things I have
to do to you,

you'll be gone first.

You'll never know a thing.

I never expected anyone
to find out.

( grunting )

All right, okay.

( strained grunting )

( grunting )

( panting )

It's okay.
I'm right here.

It's all over.

( panting )
Okay.

Shh. I'm right here.

All right. It's all over.

How did you get out
of the hospital?

Hodgins gave me a ride.

Maybe you can give me
a ride back though, huh?

Can you?
( laughs softly )

( pained groan )

BOOTH:
Kenton is telling us everything.

I guess he figures
there's nothing to hide,

he's finished anyway.

Better late
than never, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

You know...
I let you down, Bones.

I'm... I'm sorry.

You saved my life.

Yeah, but, you know,
it shouldn't...

it shouldn't have
gone down like that.

What a pair.

( cell phone ringing )

Brennan.

Um, I'm leaving right now.

David.

We're finally
having our dinner.

Yeah, figured
you didn't dress up for me.

You sure you don't
want anything?

Nah, I'll be fine.

I'm just going to, you know,
flip around the TV here.

Okay.

See you tomorrow.
( turns on TV )

Yeah. Have a good night.

Thanks.

NEWSCASTER:
...residents
have been evacuated.

REPORTER:
Dow Industrial average...

...fresh pancakes,
buttery biscuits...

...marched on Washington
early....

( woman humming )

*

MAN:
We'll finish
a delightful evening

with reintegrated champagne.

I rescheduled.

My... my head still hurts.

( changes channel )

You can watch TV if you'd like.

Sure.

( thud, Booth groans )

Bones... arm.

Thanks.

HENRY FONDA:
Wherever there's a fight,
so hungry people can eat,

I'll be there.

Wherever there's a cop
beating up a guy, I'll be there.

( crickets chirping )

What's that mean?