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[ Elvis Presley ]
♪ I'm gonna keep on the run ♪

♪ I'm gonna have me some fun ♪

♪ If it costs me
my very last dime ♪

♪ If I wind up broke ♪

♪ Well, I'll always remember
that I had a swingin' time ♪

♪ I'm gonna give it
everything I've got ♪

♪ Let me shoot a seven
with every shot ♪

♪ Viva Las Vegas ♪

♪ Viva ♪

♪ Viva Las Vegas ♪♪ [ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Brennan ]
So who do they think
the body is?

[ Booth ]
A federal prosecutor who
disappeared five years ago,

the day before he was
starting a mob trial.

Five years? So there's
not much left of him.Yep.

That's why they flew you
to Sin City, Bones.

They call this
America's playground?

We're 15 miles
outside Vegas, Bones.

This is America's frying pan.

No kidding. A person can melt
before finding a body
anywhere near here.

Once the mob makes
a federal prosecutor disappear,

they kinda want him
staying that way.

Agent Booth.Agent Zhang.

Dr. Brennan,
thanks for coming.

May 20, 2001. Mason Roberts
was supposed to deliver
a keynote address at U.N.L.V.

But he never showed. Found
his car three blocks from his
office, engine still running.

- Right this way.
- What? No leads until now?

Leads don't mean much
without a body.

Then yesterday we get
this tip from this call girl
working at the Tangiers Hotel.

Oh, so I dragged out one of
the top forensic anthropologists
across the country, huh,

on the word
of a prostitute?

But what difference
does her profession make?I'm backing you up.

You were judging.I wasn't judging.

Yeah.
Your voice was judging.I had your back.

Anyway, the body's right
where she said it'd be--
mile marker 15.

[ Brennan ]
Confirm victim is male,
late 30s.

No clothing,
no personal artifacts.

Hey, this informant of yours,
any chance I can talk to her?

As long as you don't
expect her to talk back.
She died this morning. Cancer.

It was a deathbed confession.
She was still scared as hell.

Multiple fractures to the skull
and upper extremities...

caused by
something cylindrical,
like a pipe or a bat.

Straight out of
Capone's playbook.

I'll know more once I compare
dental records, but-- [ Bird Squawking ]

What, Bones?

It's a vulture.
Dead body here.
Kinda how it works.

They don't circle
skeletal remains.
Get my bag.

Oh, right. It's the sun-baked,
rotting corpses they're into.

[ Brennan ]
It's a female,
mid-20s.

Similar injuries
to the male victim,

but this is a fresh kill--
a week to 10 days.

Popular dumping ground
for these guys.

You don't mean the same guys
five years later?

Well, if they're
not connected, it'd be
one hell of a coincidence.

I'd have to compare them
side by side,

but, from what I see here,
whoever buried that victim
buried this one too.

- So, two dead
for the price of one.
- Viva Las Vegas.

[ Chattering ] [ Police Radio Chatter ]

Yep.
Dental records confirm.

The male victim
is Mason Roberts,
bludgeoned to death.

Presumably
with a baseball bat.

This guy here looks like
a long-ball hitter.

That's Sweet Pete Arno.
He's the gaming exec
at the Tangiers.

He and the other two there,
they were on Roberts's immediate
to-do list when he disappeared.

Any specs
on the female victim yet?

Mmm, only preliminary.

Blows to the cranium, torso,
and upper extremities.

All similar injuries
to Roberts.

But the likely result
of domestic abuse. Likely result?

There's nothing domestic
about a mob hit.

But the shape
of her injuries,

the pattern of healing
and re-breaking--

There's a long history
of assault here, Booth,
and not from any baseball bat.

Plus, I found this
embedded in her skull.

Is that a hearing aid? They're common
with abuse victims.

Repeated blows to the head
can damage the bones
of the inner ear.

Sorry to butt in, Brennan,
but I got a name
off the serial number.

Hearing aid is registered
to a Wilhelmina Morgan
of Mount Charleston, Nevada.

Oh, that's not
too far from here.

She goes by the name Billie.
Listed here
as Billie Morgan, 26.

Reported missing
two weeks ago
by her husband, Donald.

Her abusive husband
covering his tracks?Possible.

Okay, he might know how his wife
and Roberts ended up here.

- He may even know
your friends here.
- You get on that.

- I'll fly these remains
back to the Jeffersonian.
- Whoa.

You can't leave.I can't?

No. We came for one body,
and suddenly there's two.
What if there's more?

Just ship both sets of remains
here, along with bugs, dirt--
the works.

If there's a forensic
link to these murders,
we'll find it.

- As long as you keep me
in the loop.
- As if we could keep you out.

Okay.
So that's the deal.

Box them up,
and we go break the news
to big Don.

And here I thought
she left me.

Why would she do that, Don?I got laid off
a couple months ago.

Poor Billie. She hated seeing me
sitting around the house
all day, depressed.

Drinking?
Punching walls?

No. I just--
I fell off a ladder.

Breaking a fall like that
would fracture
distal radius,

not proximal phalanges.

So I got a police report
that says that your neighbors
heard you...

screaming at your wife
three weeks ago.

Screaming? No.
Just arguing.

Billie wanted to help out.
She thought she could
bring in some money dancing.

You know, the exotic kind?

- I kind of flipped out.
- And broke your thumb
against your wife's face?

No! Look, I could never
hurt Billie, okay?

Then how'd she
lose her hearing?

I don't know! She was a kid
playing sports. One too many
soccer balls to the head.

Oh, please.
Listen, Don,
you're my number one suspect.

So it would be wise if you
were straight with us.

Implants.

Breast implants?

She thought
they'd help her chances
of landing a job as a dancer.

As much as I hated the idea,
I borrowed eight grand
from a loan shark.

Gave the money to Billie.

That's the last time
I ever saw her.

So that's how you
broke your thumb.Huh?

The loan shark comes
to collect his eight grand.
Don here, he can't pay him.

So--Yeah.
Now I owe him 10.

I need
the loan shark's name.
Just give me a name.

Mackey.
Yeah, that's right.
Lewis Mackey.

Yeah. Send his information to my
cell phone as soon as you can.
Thanks.

We had the shark in our system.Proving at least
that he exists.

You know, Don's story
might seem a little,
I don't know, hinky.

But just keep an open mind.To what? All those
soccer balls to the head?

I'm just not sold on
the whole domestic abuse thing.
A scrawny guy like that?

Rage has nothing to do
with size. I know that, Bones.

You know that I know that.

It's just, I looked into
the guy's eyes, and I--
I just didn't see it.

What about
the breast implants?

If she'd gotten them,
they would've been
part of her remains.

Yeah. Well,
then the money had to be
for something else.

And hopefully,
this guy will be able
to tell us what it was.

[ Bells Ringing ]

[ Woman Screaming ]
Yeah!Hey.

[ Man ]
Place your bets.

- There's our loan shark.
Let's go.
- Just give me a moment here.

- [ Man ] We've got a winner!
- Color out.

Oh, my God.
I completely forgot.

You can't be here, Booth.
You're a degenerate gambler.Former gambler, okay?

Not degenerate.
I've been through the program.
And he's on the move.

Well, what if you get
a sudden urge to gamble
while you're here?

- It's like sending an alcoholic
to a distillery.
- [ Coins Clattering ]

Do you need to sit down?No, I'm fine.

It's just the sound
of the winning.
It'll pass.

What? The sound
or the winning?

Just kinda reminds me
of the first time.

I walked into the Desert Inn
with 35 bucks in my pocket and
walked out with a cool 10 grand.

Next night,
I lost everything.

Tapped out my A.T.M.
trying to get it back.

- What's that game called again?
- Craps.

What's the matter now?No, it's the game.
It's called craps.

This used to be my game, Bones.
Roll dem bones.
Chuck the dice, you know?

- Seven-11!
- That's craps.

[ Players Groaning ]

And he's going for the bar.
You stay here. I know
how to talk to these guys.

Talk? You can barely breathe.I'm fine.
Just trust me, all right?

Wait here.And do what, exactly?

You're an anthropologist.
Observe the culture.

[ Man ]
Five dollars, yo.

[ Woman ]
Come on! Boxcars![ Shouting, Cheering ]

[ Croupier ]
Winner, seven! Winner, seven!

Hit me.

Lou Mackey.
Don't I owe you money?

I'm afraid you have me
confused with someone else.

I don't think I do.

My buddy, Don Morgan,
he introduced us--

30, scrawny guy,
broken thumb.

Do I need to call Security?

Yeah.
You know, that's a great idea.

Then maybe you can tell
all of us what you did to Don
and how his wife ended up dead.

I don't know anything
about any wife.Come on, Lou.

Don't make me
work so hard here.

Look, the guy owed me money.
He neglected to pay.

Then he fell
off of a ladder.
It's instant karma.

Instant karma.
That's gonna get you
every time, isn't it?

What about, uh,
Billie Morgan?

She have instant karma, too?

She's attractive.
I didn't even know
he was married.

How about the name
Mason Roberts?
I'm sure that rings a bell.

Whispers on the strip is
that you finally found him.
Congratulations.

Now leave me alone.

If you know more
than what you're saying,
I'm gonna find out eventually.

Do I look worried?[ Chuckles ]

I'm a businessman.
What are you
harassing me for?

Ah, it's just something
I have about bullies.

Thanks for the drink.

Nineteen's a winner.Yes! Yes.

- Uh, hey, Bones.
- Booth! Have you ever
played this game before?

It's basic math. You just
count the cards, and then you
know what the dealer has left.

- Yeah. Ixnay.
- The most common card is a 10
because of the face cards.

So if you just always assume
that the down card's a 10--

- I'm afraid
you're gonna have to--
- We were just about to leave.

I was just getting good.Good at cheating.

That's what counting cards is.It's not cheating.
It's strategy.

- Not to them it's not.
- Well, what is the fun in that?

The odds are completely
skewed in the dealer's favor.Now do you see the attraction?

Now, the man on my right,
he's going to win if he
doesn't hit on an eight.

Aegialia concinna.

Gesundheit.Also known
as scarab beetles.

They came from the soil
around Billie Morgan.

These adults feed
on putrefied organic matter,
or in this case, Billie.

As a result, they suffered
unusually short life spans.From ingesting Billie's flesh?

More likely,
the powerful glucocorticoid
in her system.

I have yet to isolate
which one specifically.

Be sure to notify
Dr. Brennan when you do.

Any specifics on the bat used
to kill Roberts yet, Zack?Here's a replica.

Cincinnati Slugger
with a three-inch diameter
weighing about 27 ounces.

You'd think the mob would
come up with less clichéd ways
to whack people.

But there's something else.

Staining in Roberts's cranium
indicates seepage
to the cervical spine.

So somehow, blood from his head
got down to his neck.

Vertebrae C-7.

- Are those cut marks?
- So his throat was cut too.

Per my scarab beetles, did you
find a specific cause of death
on Billie Morgan yet?

She displays a hemothorax
on her left lung.

Caused by
a left-sided rib fracture.

A broken rib punctures a lung
causing massive
internal bleeding.

And between
her pre-existing injuries
and the new ones,

the poor girl
never had a chance to heal.

Oh, won't Dr. Brennan
love to hear that.

[ Brennan ] Take a closer look
at the stress markers
to her sternum, Zack.

They strike you as unusual?

Well, they do seem more
the result of repetitive
medium-impact manual blows...

than the single high impact
from a bat.

This husband
could really dish it out.

Maybe she dished it back.
These hairline fractures
on her knuckles--

Defensive wounds.
Wait a minute.
Let me zoom in.

Repetitive manual blows,
fractured knuckles,

the glucocorticoid
that killed your bugs, Hodgins--

Could it have been simple
cortisone to treat an injury?Yeah. It's certainly possible.

What are you thinking,
Dr. Brennan?

- I'm thinking Billie Morgan
could've been a boxer.
- Like a real boxer in a ring?

But wouldn't boxing gloves
prevent injuries like these?

Unless she wasn't
wearing gloves.

Well, what boxer
does that?Ultimate fighters.

Ultimate fighters!

[ Chuckles ]
You're into that crap too,
huh, Hodgins?

Dude, it's barbaric.
When it shows up on cable,
I can't turn it off.

And it's actually legal?Completely sanctioned.

They do wear
some protective gear,

which would fly in the face
of our girl's injuries.

Unless it was underground.Underground where?

Come on. Haven't you guys
ever seen Fight Club?

Illegal,
no-holds-barred slugfests.
Modern day panem et circenses.

But generally
there's no free bread.

- What?
- So Don Morgan
didn't beat his wife.

Hate to say I told you so.

Why didn't you
tell us, Don?

Because I didn't know.
All right? She never told me.

- Your own wife didn't tell you
that she was fighting?
- Because I'd never let her.

Billie hadn't boxed
in a year.

Commission took her license away
when they found out
about her hearing.

It about broke her heart,
but she was done.

Apparently not. You know what I think?

I think somebody offered Billie
an illegal fight and you jumped
at the chance for a payday.

- Are you out of your mind?
- You borrowed money from Mackey
and you put it all on Billie.

And she ended up
paying the price.

- No! That's not true!
- Who are you protecting, Don?

Nobody!
Look, I swear I didn't know.

Don, we can protect you
if you let us.

If I knew who killed Billie,
I'd tell ya.
Believe me. Please.

Why would anyone fight illegally
in the first place?There's limited options.

Not everybody
can be Oscar De La Hoya.

Who?

Injuries, criminal past,
failed drug tests-- leaves them
with no other skills.

So they take on a fight
wherever they can find one.Even if it kills them?

Mmm.[ Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Brennan.

I found something
in the particulates
from Billie's shoes.

Traces of
hexavalent chromium.

It's a chemical used
in high-end automotive shops
specializing in chroming.

Mechanics who use them have to
file reports with the E.P.A.

Ow! What?

[ Brennan ]
Hey! No gambling!Am I interrupting something?

[ Booth ]
It's just keno,
all right?

I'm sorry if Hodgins
lost me at hexavalium chromo--

Hexavalent chromium.
And we need to find some.

How can we contact
the Environmental
Protection Agency?

Yeah, I'm on it.

Whew.This was an auto shop?

Yeah. E.P.A., they
shut it down months ago for
hazardous waste material.

It was the only shop
authorized to use
that chromium stuff.

See it anywhere?

Could be absorbed into
the dust particles on the floor.

Along with flash paper.

What's that?Betting slips.

Burn fast
in case there's a raid.

Look at this.

[ Booth ]
They painted a ring
for the fights.

- So this was the fight club.
- If there's blood,
I'd say it is.

Where's your,
uh, light thingie?

Blood.

The whole place
is covered in blood.

Of the 30 blood samples
found in the body shop,

six were A-positive,
same as Billie Morgan.

I'm still waiting on D.N.A.

Thirty fighters translates to
five two-person fights per hour
over a three-hour period.

Or three fights
over five hours,
six fights over--

We get the idea, Zack.
Lots of fights.

I ran thermal imaging on
Billie's remaining soft tissue
to reconstruct her injuries.

This is what she might've
looked like after the fight.

Ah, the sweet science.

Just when I get to a place where
I can almost stomach seeing
maggots eating intestines, this.

How could anybody
do this to themselves?

In 900 B.C.,
the Greek ruler Theseus
entertained himself...

watching two men in chairs
beat each other to death.

Just saying,
it's nothing new.

I can work up force
and velocity readings
for each blow.

Zack can help me I.D. her
opponent from the circumference
and diameter of the fists.

I'd rather Zack focus
on our second weapon
for Roberts.

None of these blades
are narrow enough.

- It's as if his vertebrae
was cut with a razor blade.
- [ Hodgins ] Or a razor wire.

Luca Brasi.

The Godfather?

Please,
someone buy a DVD player.

- You mean a garrote?
- Yes. A garrote pulled
so tightly around Luca's--

-Or rather Roberts's neck--
-It sliced through his throat
and severed his carotid artery.

Okay, the whole "maggots
eating intestines" thing...

is not nearly
as gross to me now.

Yeah, yeah, okay.
Thanks a lot.

Agent Zhang said he found
the owner of the old body shop.

He said some guy paid him
$3,000 cash just to use
the place for one night.

No names,
no questions asked.

Seems like a theme
in this town.[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

Why is he hitting on a 16?
I mean, look at him.
He's completely distracted.

Well, you know what?
Actually, Bones, you can.
If the face card is show--

All right.

I don't want
to hear it. There he is.

Look at this.
It's my buddy, Lou Mackey.Great. We're friends now.

I need you to tell me
where a fight fan
can get a little, uh--

- Seeley?
- Frankie?

What are you doing
back in Vegas, huh?

- Man's got a lot of friends.
- So it would seem.

- I'll catch up with you
later, Frankie.
- Hey, Lou.

- See you, friend.
- Is he a problem?

No, no.
That's all good.
Hey, look at you.

Yeah.
Frankie Daniels.

Hey, Temperance Brennan,
Frank Daniels.

-We served in the Gulf together.
-That's right. Hit the Strip
the minute we got back.

- And you never left?
- I bounce around.

You know, here, Chicago, L.A.
You know me, huh, Seel.
Always chasing rainbows.

Good ol' Frankie boy, huh?
How's Karen?

No, no. That's over.
You know? She ran off
with some loser stockbroker.

- You know, it's just as well.
I don't need that.
- Frankie, you all right?

Don't start with that, huh?
It's been too many years.
I'm getting by, all right?

- Yeah. Guys like Lou Mackey?
- Yeah, well, you know, minor--
minor occupational hazard.

Have you
considered medication?Oh, Bones!

An antidepressant might raise
your norepinephrine level.

It could help control
the impulsivity.

- What are you,
a drug rep now or something?
- Excuse us, Bones, okay?

Wondering if you know
anything about these
underground fight clubs.

Yeah. Actually, I do know one.
Bare knuckles. No rules.

All right,
I need to know where.

It moves around.
This guy, Joe Nolan,
he sells 800 numbers.

You call, you find out the time,
the place, code to get in.The old boxer Joe Nolan?

The welterweight champ in '92.
He owns a gym here on Federal.

Thanks, man.Hey, uh--

Think you could spot me
a couple of bucks?
Forgot my wallet at the house.

Yeah.Just something, you know?
I'll get you back.

Yeah.

Frankie's a better guy
than he seems.

And yet he knows
this Nolan guy.

Anybody who knows the fight game
knows Joe Nolan.

The guy he was, you know,
set to be the next Sugar Ray...

until he was accused of
throwing a couple fights.

What?
You mean losing on purpose?
Why would anyone do that?

I should talk to Joe alone.What's with this sudden
impulse to leave me behind?

I'll tell you, Bones,
the usual rules,
they don't apply here.

The deeper we get,
I don't want anyone
knowing that we're F.B.I.

Well, that's easy
for me. I'm not.Okay, fine.

♪♪ [ R & B ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪ [ Ends ]

What do you think?I have enough Bibles,
thank you.

- But try next door.
- You said I could be
a school teacher.

Not the spinster kind who lives
with her sister, but the hot one
who makes the boys crazy.

Here. Put on the one
that I picked out.

Okay.
But don't be so bossy.

We're newlyweds, I said,
taking Sin City by storm.

Ready for action!

You know, marriage is such
an archaic institution.

[ Sighs ]
Listen, Bones.
I know what I'm doing. Okay?

I've done this before.
Just stop arguing.

I'm not. It's just, you know,
I don't need a piece of paper
to prove my commitment.

Fine.
We're engaged.

- Why would I be okay
with engagement?
- Whatever, Bones. All right?

We're a loosely committed
couple of hot high rollers.

See?
With money to burn.

'Cause thatis what's
gonna get us in the door.

Like this?

Yeah.
Yeah, like that.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Hey, Cam. Dr. Brennan.

Judging by the angle
of the blows,

Billie's last opponent
was 5'6" and left-handed.

With a fist size
of approximately
90 millimeters.

Zack measured.

That's hot.Hot?

Wait a minute.
What's hot?

N-- Uh, nothing.
Vegas! Vegas is hot.
It's very hot here.

[ Punches Landing
On Punching Bags ] [ Men Shouting ]

How does anyone actually
walk in these things?

Well, them boots, they ain't
made for walking, sweetheart.

Okay. That was completely
over the top.

You play your part.
I'll play mine.

Come on, Marisol! Hey, Booth.
The girl.

Yeah, I see.
5'6", southpaw.

Yeah, and left-handed.

Can I help you folks? I can't believe it.

Sloppy Joe Nolan.Sloppy Joe?

Yeah. That's how
he left his opponents.These days, it's just Joe.

I busted a lace, Joe.

Sorry to bother you, Joe,
but you had a huge impact
on my style back in the army.

Juke to the body,
followed by a right hook.
Worked for me every time.

Another army fighter, Joe?
How many of these has-beens
you get in here a week?

- At least this one still
looks like he's in shape.
- My man's in great shape.

Believe me.Easy there, honey.

Well, let's see it, army.
Show us those moves
that made you so famous.

Go ahead, tiger.
Show these clowns.

Yeah, maybe I will.
Just a little.Come on.

Yeah.
Come on, Tiger.

Let's see, Joe.
Give it that little,
you know, tap.

You know,
juke to the body
with a hard right,

followed by
a whole bunch of the old--

[ Grunting ]

- So much for my "has-been"
army fighter.
- Not bad.

I still got it.Yeah.
Maybe a little too much.

- What's your name?
- Tony Scalia.
Here's my fiancée, Roxanne.

Yeah, we're more engaged
to be engaged.

You looking to train or what? Ah, you know,
I don't fight no more.

But they say that you could
direct me and Roxie to a little,
you know, underground action.

- They say a lot, don't they?
- Some guy at the Rio.

- One of them "you didn't
hear it from me" types.
- Sorry. Can't help you.

What'd I tell you, Tony?
That guy was just
trying to hit on me.

But I do know a number
you can call. Not that I
give it to just anybody.

Oh, come on, Joe.
They seem like such nice people.

Yeah.
We're nice people. A thousand bucks.

Each. Whoa.
That's a little steep.

No, Tony, come on.
We only live once.
I want to see a fight.

- Nothing like being a kept man.
- Yeah. Don't know
what I'd do without her.

That was amazing.
What got into you?

It's from when I used to watch
old movies with my dad.
He really liked Clara Bow.

Clara Bow was
a silent film star.

Yeah, but I-- I guess
that's how I always
imagined she sounded.

Just like you imagined
she carried around
a wad of cash?

Oh, that. I couldn't sleep
last night, so I snuck off
to play a little crap.

Craps, Bones. Plural.
And I can't believe
your beginner's luck.

Don't say that. You'll jinx it.Since when do you
believe in jinxes?

I don't. But after hearing
the crap dealer say it--

Crap dealer's right.
No jinxes. We got
a big night ahead of us.

All right.
The federal prosecutor here
and Billie here.

Both show evidence
of topical chemicals.

This'll extract the elements
I need to cross-reference
with the dead beetles...

safely.

Not that she was safe,
letting herself get drawn
into a fight like that.

We've all been in a fight
or two we wish we hadn't.Not me.

You've never fought?
Never thrown a punch?

Never saw the logic of it.

It's not about logic.

It's-- It's emotional.
It's anger.

I don't get angry.
It's not rational.

What if you were
on the beach and someone
kicked sand in your face?

I don't go to the beach.All right,
work with me here, Zack.

There has to be something
that would piss you off.

What if I call you a scrawny
twit who can't hold a normal
conversation with a 10-year-old?

I don't have much in common
with a 10-year-old.

And although I don't know
what a twit is,

objectively, I am thin
and lack muscular definition.

Dude, you're a Vulcan.
And a dull Vulcan at that.Can we please work?

Now you're pissing me off.
You're a freak, man.
Anger is a part of being human.

Grow a set.I would really
like to work, Hodgins.

You know, it is not enough
to be some robotic,
second-rate grad student.

I am the most valuable and
accomplished grad student...

who's has ever been installed
at the Jeffersonian.

And you're gonna be a grad
student the rest of your life
because you have no fire.

I'm working
on my dissertation.

Oh, please. You've been
saying that for years.
You're a poseur.

You don't have your doctorate
because you have no drive,
no passion for what you love.

- Dude.
- It's not what you think.

- You got pissed.
- No. Striking you...

merely seemed to be the
most practical way to get you
to be quiet and focus on work.

But I didn't realize
how much it would hurt.

- Nice punch though.
- Thank you.

And my dissertation
will be finished
by the end of the month.

Have the chemicals
been extracted yet?Looks good.

- Dr. Brennan wanted the results
as soon as possible.
- I'm moving.

You're not gonna
hit me again, are ya?

- [ All Shouting ]
- All right, get 'im!

♪♪ [ Garage Rock ]

- Come on!
- Get 'im!

I suppose, from
an anthropological standpoint,

this taps into the nihilistic
part of the human psyche
fascinated by blood and gore.

[ Booth ]
It's human cockfighting.

More like lesser surrogates
engaged in battles
on behalf of the elite lords...

who don't have the courage
to fight themselves.

You know what?
Come back to me, Roxie.

Ooh,
look at all the sweat.

[ Shouting, Cheering ]

That's it!
It's over!

Your winner!
Little Mikey!
Come on! Give it up!

Give it up, everybody!
Come on! For Little Mikey!

[ Man ]
What's he doin'?

What the hell
are you looking at?Not much.

[ Voice Echoing ]
Hey, Tony. Tony!

Sorry, Booth.
I just couldn't have you
blowing my cover.

Ah, yeah. And as they
taught us in Quantico, Walt,
I wasn't about to.

Do you know everyone
in this town?

- I had no idea
we had an agent in there.
- I'm on a RICO assignment.

Under deep cover about
a month. Still can't crack
who's running the show.

- What do you know
about Joe Nolan?
- Low-level guy.

One of many buffers.
That 800 number he sells
changes with every event.

Trying to track it
is like playing Whac-A-Mole.

Have you ever seen her
fight at the club?

Uh, yeah. It's, uh,
Billie-something,
right?

Yeah. Four-to-one underdog.
Oh, she whupped
this hot Latina pretty good.

Latina.
About 5'6", left-handed?

- She works out at Nolan's club?
- Yeah, Marisol. Tough as nails.

And undefeated
before your girl came along.

Well, what if Billie
bet on herself?Well, you know what?

With the money Don borrowed--
$8,000, 4-to-1 odds--

that had get 'em
to their feet in a hurry.

- Maybe that's what
got her killed.
- We gotta talk to this Marisol.

We'll go find her.
What's next for you?

Sprained my wrist two fights ago
with no chance to heal.

If I lose another bout,
I'm off the rotation.

- Booth's a boxer.
- Excuse me?

I'm just saying,
if we can find a way
to get you into the rotation,

you can fight Walt, lose,
and then he can stay
and maybe have a chance to heal.

- You're volunteering me
to fight?
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

I'm volunteering you to throw
one. You could lose with your
hands tied behind your back.

- Hey, Hodgins.
- How's this for coincidence?

Scarab beetles from Roberts's
body had the same short
life span as Billie's,

but not from cortisone.

His bugs died from
ingesting Pinus elliottii.

Pine?
In the desert?

Yeah, pine oil resin
is often used to treat
the same skin conditions...

as the cortisone
that killed
the other beetles.

Confirm that
and get back to me.

Pine oil.

Okay. Pine oil.

- What's that mean?
- I don't know yet.

Go pick your fight.

[ Speaking Spanish ]What the hell's
all this all about anyway?

He insulted me, Joe.
He needs a beating,
and I need the money.

Thought you didn't
fight anymore.

Ah, you know, that was
before I got blindsided
out of retirement.

Will this do?

Glad to see your sugar mama
taught you a thing or two.

Sir?

- Hey, Bones. Fight's on.
- No trouble convincing Joe?

Nothing a stack of bills
couldn't fix.
She give us anything yet?

Nothing.
We're gonna need a warrant.For what? What's our evidence?

Agent Zhang's talking to it.

Marisol's bones, tissue
and muscle are still healing.

If we can match
her injuries to Billie's,
we can prove they fought.

If the fight's
what killed Billie, Marisol's
guilty of manslaughter.

Which would give us leverage
to force her to give up
whoever runs these fights.

Which she might do
in exchange for protection.

So, you want to get her
D.N.A. sample and send it
back to the Jeffersonian.

Actually,
I want to send Marisol.

This girl?
The whole girl?

Our squints can perform
a live autopsy...

while our thermal-imaging
programs reconstruct
a theoretical fight.

You're lucky I know
a very understanding judge
in Vegas.

Of course you do.

Okay, Marisol.
You're not under arrest.

You're just here as evidence.

So when this nice agent
leaves you here--I'm gonna kick your skinny ass.

Honey, I'm from the Bronx.
Don't for a second
think you scare me.

Look, I didn't kill nobody,
all right?
I didn't even fight.

Well, if that's true,
let's go over to the scanner
and prove it.

- Or disprove it.
- Hodgins.

I'll take your robe.Is this gonna hurt?

You won't even know
it's happening.
Okay, Marisol?

Sorry if these are cold.

What just happened?

Blood pools in recent injuries.
Thermal imaging records that.

Now we're gonna
match your injuries
against Billie Morgan's.

[ Both Grunting ]

- Yeah!
- Whoa!

You nervous?About what, huh?

Throw a few to make it look good
and then let Walt take me down.

[ Shouting, Grunting ]

- [ Cheering Continues ]
- It's over!

Your winner,
Diana the Destroyer!

All right,
ladies and gentlemen,

we've got some fresh blood
to shed for you tonight.

The great Tony the Tiger!

[ Crowd Booing ]

- Why are they booing?
- They find it more fun
than cheering.

[ Woman ]
What's up, Tony?

That's the guy from Nolan's gym.Yeah. I had a feeling
we'd see him again.

Hey, Tony. What are you doing
over here?

Yeah. You're supposed
to be over there.

- Hold on, folks. There's
been a change in the card.
- Sorry, man. They pulled me.

They what?

In this corner, a man
who needs no introduction.

Monroe!

[ Grunts ]

- They said Monroe would be
a bigger draw for the bettors.
- He's sorta bigger everything.

[ Grunts ]

All right,
ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.

Last call for wagers
right now.
Get your money down.

[ Shouts ]

You can't fight him, Booth.
He'll kill you.

I don't really
have the choice, Roxie.

Tiger, center ring now.

[ Man ]
You're gonna get
your ass kicked, Tiger!

Okay, boys,
on my signal.

Kill!

[ Zack ]
Damage to Billie's scapula
and thoracic vertebrae.

Force and velocity
match patella damage
to Marisol's left knee.

This contusion
on Billie's fifth rib,

the mark looks like
it was delivered
by a heel or a fist.

[ Zack ]
Now a right, followed by
a grab to the throat,

and Billie's down again.

[ Grunting ]

[ Saroyan ]
More damage to the scapula.

Whoa. Easy on Billie's
chest there, Marisol.

Hairline fracture
of Billie's sternum
at the third costal cartilage...

is congruent with damage
to Marisol's left hand.

And we have another match.

[ Hodgins ] Billie ducks
and then causes the maxillary
fractures in Marisol's skull.

Marisol seems to favor
the right-to-the-body,
left-to-the-head combo.

- I do not.
- You can deny it all you want.
We've got the evidence here.

- [ Zack ]
The choke hold--
- Excuse me. Tony!

matches the bruising
on Billie's neck.

Tony, stay down.

[ Groaning ]

Monroe has calcium deposits
on his left medial epicondyle.

And that helps me how?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

He can't extend his arm,
and he lacks range of motion
in his quadratus lumborum.

Hit him there.

- Hit him where?
- In his lower back
above his right kidney.

The tide has turned,
my friends.

- I told you she could fight.
- She doesn't fight.
She dominates.

Give him your Nolan move!

[ Groans ]

Wow.

You can say that again.

- How could I miss that?
- We all missed it, Zack.

Missed what?
What is it?

Your winner!
The last man standing![ Crowd Groaning, Booing ]

Tony the Man-eating Tiger!

Tony the Tiger!

- I did it.
- Your winner!

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Man ]
Are you kidding me?

- Hey, Cam.
- We missed it.

The fatal blow was obscured
by all her other injuries.

Marisol cracked Billie's ribs,
but not hard enough
to puncture the lung.

It was a bat.
The same baseball bat that
killed the federal prosecutor.

What is it?[ Beeps ]

It was a baseball bat
that killed Billie, just like
the one used on Roberts.

So when you're dressed,
um, the agent will
take you back to the airport.

Marisol...

why do you fight?

Where else am I gonna make
a thousand in one night
without selling myself?

And I can make even more
betting on myself,
long as I ain't greedy.

What do you mean, greedy?Bookies don't mind us
making a few bucks on the side.

- But just a few.
- Had you bet on your fight
with Billie?

Girl cost me
200 dollars.Had Billie bet on herself?

Marisol.

From what I heard,
some guys picked Billie up
after the fight.

They didn't look happy.Why didn't you tell the police?
Or tell us?

Look, I might not have much,
but what I got
I aim to keep.

What could be so important
to you that you could let
somebody get away with murder?

My daughter.

She's two. She lives
with my mom, okay?

And if they found out
I was brought here--Who's they?

Look, I don't know.

And I don't want to know.

I'm sorry.

[ Brennan ]
Thanks, Angela.[ Beeps ]

So we were right.
Billie bet on herself,
which is why I bet on you.

You bet on me?Yeah, with Nick,
the guy from Nolan's gym.

It was one of two reasons.
But when I heard the odds,
I couldn't--

My odds? What were they?You were
a 20-to-1 underdog.

So I bet with Nick
figuring that--20-to-1 against?

Really?
Did I look that bad?

If Nick pays me,
he's not our guy.

If he doesn't, it may not prove
he killed Billie, but it'll
put him in strong contention.

At the very least.
Very smart, Bones.

What was the other reason?

Come on.
I have winnings to collect.

Hey, Nick!
Thought you ran out on us.

Nick Arno don't run
from anybody, sweetheart.

Arno?
Sweet Pete's kid?

That was quite a show
you put on tonight, army boy.

Well, I had
my lucky charm here.And you owe us some money.

I suppose.

But the gentleman I answer to,
there's an unwritten rule
about fighters getting greedy.

Plus their spouses, too,
I'm afraid.

No, we're not married.
We're not even engaged.What's the rule?

Enjoy a taste,
but never expect a meal,

least of all
with a ringer involved.

- Wait. I ain't no ringer.
- What's a ringer?

They think
I cheated. She's good, army boy.

Real good.

- But I seen Monroe
take out whole biker gangs.
- Then I want my thousand back.

- Consider it a fine.
- Fine? Are you serious?

Maybe I'm not
making myself clear here.

As our new top seed,
he works for us now.

You don't just punch out
our best guy and walk away,

not when there's
more money to be made.

You think you can
make me fight for you?You only find out if you don't.

I want to talk
to this gentleman
that you answer to.

And I want world peace.

Look, take my advice.

Let Joe here escort you
safely back to your hotel.

Let your beautiful...
whatever she is...

ice your wounds.

In about a day or two,
we'll come and get you
for your next fight.

- Get 'em outta here, Joe.
- Let's go.

I vouched for you.
So it's my ass in the sling.
You understand?

We didn't mean
to get you in trouble.Yet here I am.

So you're gonna do
exactly what Nick says.

Now, the people
that are running things,
they don't play.

I got enough strikes
against me as it is.

You got an itch, Joe?What?

The cortisone.
If it wasn't injected,
it could've been topical.

Like the pine oil, they're both
common ingredients in lotions
used to treat skin ailments--

- What the hell
is she talking about?
- She's talking about your rash.

Psoriasis?

Eczema, which is
none of your concern.
Let's go.

Whoa, whoa, hey, whoa.
Where we gonna go, Joe?

We gonna go back
to our hotel or...

mile marker 15?

Where we found Billie Morgan
and Mason Roberts.
You remember them.

Who are you people?

I'm with the F.B.I., Joe.

Look, I don't have my badge,
I don't have my gun, but
you'd be wise to believe me.

Now, you have a choice.What kind of choice
do I have?

To be the man that you were
before you threw
your first fight.

Or you wind up dead
like the rest of these guys.

You were the real deal.
You were strong and fast.

Everybody wanted
to fight like you.

There was so much money.

Easy money.

I thought I could handle it.

He was gonna get me
another shot at the title.

Who? Nick's father,
Sweet Pete.

And he's owned me ever since.

Made me throw more fights.

Made you kill Mason Roberts?I didn't kill anybody.

I just buried 'em.

For Pete?

And when Billie Morgan
won her bet, you buried her too.

She was a sweet kid,
just looking for a way out.

I begged Pete to let her be.

He killed her. Might as well
have done it myself.

I brought her in here.
I knew what kind of punks
she'd be dealing with.

Bad enough you're
under Sweet Pete's thumb.

But now you're under
his son's too?

That's what happens when
your luck turns in this town.

You keep hoping
it's gonna turn around again,

hoping you're gonna
get back to even.

But you never do.

Write your own story now,
Joe.

You can make Nick, Sweet Pete,
all his friends just disappear,

the way they did
to Billie and Roberts.

[ Woman ] Vegas authorities
have arrested Nick Arno,
along with his father,

Tangiers Casino
gaming executive, Peter Arno,
otherwise known as Sweet Pete,

in connection with the murder
five years ago of prosecutor
Mason Roberts, among others.

"Among others?"
Is that what Billie Morgan is
to these people? Others?

It's day one, Bones.
Relax.

Billie's gonna
have her story told.
It's just a matter of time.

So what was the,
uh, second reason?

- What?
- You never told me the second
reason why you bet on me.

Yeah, it was...
silly.

Aw, come on.
Try me.

Beginner's luck.

I haven't lost at anything
since I've been here.

So, well, I--

- I figured if
I bet on you, then--
- I couldn't lose.

Sounds silly, right?

It sounds familiar.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You ready?Yeah, let's go.

All right--
[ Groans ]

What's that mean?