All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E02 - The Bond in the Boot (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Cats Meowing ]A Rolex? They just
gave you a Rolex?

My book was number one
on the best-seller list
for 12 weeks.

It sold 630,000 copies.
They're, you know,
showing their appreciation.

Wow. So that means
that you made--

I don't really know
how much actually.

But I was told I'll never
have to work again. [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Wow.[ Ringing ]

Booth. What?

No. Slow down, pal.
That is extortion
right there.

What? No. No.
Forget it.

No. There's no way
I'm paying that. Bye.

Some plumber, he wants to
charge me 800 bucks to fix
the plumbing in my walls.

Forget it.
I'll do it myself.Oh, that should be no problem.

You've told me numerous times
how skilled you are
as a repairman.

Right. Well, since after
the coma, I seem to have
forgotten a few things.

I'm gonna have to figure out
how to do it myself
all over again.

I could lend you some money.That's okay, Miss Rolex.
I'll be fine.

Well, if you change your mind--I'm all right. This is
exactly why I hate cats.

Right there. They're feral.
They're natural scavengers.

Hodgins is going to have
to sift through their excrement
for evidence.

Right. Don't wanna take
his fun away from him, huh?

I need all these cats
brought back
to the Jeffersonian.

[ Kissing ]Come on, shoo.
Shoo.

Puss, puss, puss, pussies.
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
[ Kissing ]

- Hey. Hey.
Get out of there.
- [ Booth ] Hey, kitty, kitty.

[ Brennan ]
The victim is
an adult male, Caucasian.

Bullet wounds
to both the sternum
and the third left rib.

Hand is severed
just below the radius.

Barely anything
left of this guy.
How long has he been out here?

[ Cats Meowing ]From the degree of scavenging,
I'd say two days. Come on.

Hey, you. Parking guy.

- You the guy who found him?
- Yeah.

My partner here says that
he has been kitty kibble
for two days.

Why didn't you
notice him sooner?

This structure
is long-term parking.

The roof isn't used much.
People don't like their cars
baking in the sun.

Are there security cameras
around here?Somebody cut the feed.

[ Brennan ]
Booth? Yeah.

He suffered
comminuted fractures
to the femur.

Right. He broke his leg.
I get it.

Somebody ran over him
after he was shot.
Hey, you.

Do me a favor
and pull some paint samples
off that speed bump, okay?

[ Man ] Okay.[ All Meowing ]

Why are the cats
staring at us?

[ Saroyan ] Michelle's
been asking for months
if we can get a kitten.

I'm thinking no.

Actually, it's much more likely
the family dog would attack
and consume its owner.

Can you pass me the forceps?
I think I see something.

It appears to be steel wool.
I found it in the exit wound.

Steel wool--
commonly used in silencers to
muffle the sound of a gunshot.

A silencer definitely points
to a professional hit.

An Ilizarov apparatus was used
to lengthen his bone
when he was a child.

So he was definitely Russian.

Don't people limp
in every country?

Prior to 1981, the Ilizarov
apparatus was used exclusively
in the Soviet Union.

Ergo, dead Russian.

Very good, Mr. Bray.

Yeah, I don't often get
to say "ergo."

And for bonus points,
any clue why his hand
was chopped off?

- The bone has been chipped and
bruised around the triquetral.
- [ Device Beeps ]

Like someone was trying
to pull something
off his wrist.

And when they couldn't,
they cut off his hand.Yeah.

Wendell, my man,
we still on for lunch?

You are discussing lunch
while holding a tray
of cat excrement.

Everybody poops.
They even wrote
a book about it.

I found a piece of plastic
in the cats' feces
from a bag of airline peanuts.

Aeroflot.Yep.

Preferred airline
of Mother Russia.

Looks like our Russian friend
was a recent arrival.

[ Booth ]
Yuri Antonov.

He's a courier for a Ukraine
diamond manufacturer.
That's it?

Why are you State Department
guys all over this?Because that's not it.

Well, what is "it"?
What else do you have for me?

I was told to assess
whether you'd be
the best agent...

with whom to entrust some
very sensitive information.

- This is my case.
- Uh, State is supervising,
Agent Booth. We--

Iapprove
the investigator.

Oh, you. I, okay,
an ex-army Ranger...

with multiple commendations
and a pristine record
at the F.B.I....

isn't good enough
for you or them?

- You shot a clown.
- It was a mechanical clown.

Hmm? You tell me you've
never wanted to do that?

This one has to be done
with discretion.

I mean, it's not
just your career.
It's mine too.

I mean, you're old,
but I'm still--

Here.

Right.

Sit down.

Antonov went missing after
arriving three days ago
from Dulles International.

These photos were taken
as he passed through
the diplomatic checkpoint.

Well, that doesn't
make any sense.

I mean, why would
a diamond courier
have diplomatic clearance?

That's why this
is so sensitive.

State didn't authorize
a diplomatic visa.

What about the briefcase?
It wasn't found on the body.

You sure we're dealing
with diamonds here?

We're not sure of anything,
but we have to assume the worst.

That's why this is being treated
as a national security threat.

[ Slavic Accent ]
What about the diamonds?
Have they been recovered?

All right, well,
we think that Antonov's
hand was severed...

in order to steal
the briefcase.

Of course. He was carrying
$2 million worth of gems
from our mine in Siberia.

How did your courier
manage to get cleared past
the diplomatic checkpoint?

The diplomatic?Yeah.

No. You must be mistaken.I'm mistaken?

No. I doubt that.

See? Look. Here he is
on the approach.

And that's him clearing
the diplomatic checkpoint.

Briefcase.I don't understand.

As you can see, all
the paperwork was in order.

There should have been
no complications at customs.

We have couriers
bringing in stones all the time.

You work
with Antonov a lot?This was the first time.

Well, we're gonna need
all your import and export
information from the company...

and any other information
you might have
on Mr. Antonov.

Of course. Every courier
is thoroughly checked out.

There are
psychological profiles,

recommendations
from past employers.

You can have it all.Right.

Any reason Antonov, um,
wouldn't want customs
to see the diamonds?

No.

Unless he wasn't
carrying diamonds.

[ Angela ]
I loaded the victim's X-rays
into the simulator.

Looking at the fracture lines,

the computer should be
able to determine...

the weight of the car
that ran him over.

[ Hodgins ]
Ooh. Ouch.

According to this,
the car weighed
approximately 3,700 pounds,

which gives us...

152 possible vehicles.

The paint from the speed bump
is called tungsten silver.

Ooh. Trade name--
Casino Royale.

That might
narrow things down a bit.

Hey, have you two
seen Dr. Brennan?

Yeah. I think she's
with Booth. Why?

It appears Mr. Bray's
lost his scholarship.

No scholarship
means no internship
at the Jeffersonian.

What? Well,
how did that happen?

Apparently, the trust
that funds his scholarship...

ran out of financing
because of the economic mess.

Oh, that stinks.
I like Wendell.

Hey, we got drunk together
last week. It carries
great meaning for men.

- He's one of us.
Even Booth likes him.
- Well, how did he react?

I haven't told him yet.
I wanna see if there are
other funding options.

- [ Beeping ]
- What's that?

Dude!
Hey!
Hey!

What's new?

Um, since you saw me
on the forensic platform
five minutes ago, not much.

Great.You?

Nothing.
Nada from here.

Zippo on my end.

Well, it appears you have
a match for the car
that ran over our victim.

- That's new, isn't it?
- Yes. I do.

Yes. You are something,
Wendell. You really are.

Unbelievable.

That's crazy.
Casino Royale
and that car?

That is Bond's car.
[ Imitating James Bond ]
James Bond.

Those wheels
and a silencer.

You haven't by any chance
found evidence of a martini?

[ Imitating James Bond ]
Shaken, not stirred,
of course.

[ Both Murmuring
With British Accents ]

So you believe James Bond
killed our Russian.

Well, no. But come on.

There was more than a grain
of truth in those Bond films.

Pussy Galore?
That's never gonna happen.

Well, we can always hope.

Boys and their spy fantasies.

I'll tell Booth to put out
a search for the car.

Trust me, Angela.
Nothing is as it seems.I know.

I actually felt you guys
were a little too psyched to
see me when I came in here.

What, we can't be excited
to see you, Wendell?

You got some intimacy
issues there, man.

So, Sweets, you come up
with a profile yet?

Antonov a spy?No. Still putting
the pieces together.

Whatever he says
is a guess.

No. It's a subjective evaluation
based on quantifiable
psychological markers, okay?

Do we have to go through
this every time?

He may as well be telling
stories around a campfire.

You want some s'mores?

All of Antonov's answers
from his psych evaluation
are too perfect.

No one is this perfect.
Now that, coupled
with the fact...

that he had
an unexplained
diplomatic cover...

and was killed
by a professional,
would leave...

- any reasonable person
to conclude that--
- He's a spy.

- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Spyish.

Booth. Oh, great.
I'll pick it up
this afternoon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no.

It's not... Pilates for Dummies.

It's Plumbing for Dummies.
All right?

Get back to me. Thank you.Why won't you let me
help you, Booth?

I just wanna fix the leak
in my wall. That's all. I'm
very capable of doing it myself.

With a Dummiesbook?

[ Sputtering ]Is that wise?

Since the coma,
Booth can't remember how to
take care of his own plumbing.

You make it sound like
I got to wear diapers.

I offered to lend him money
for a professional plumber.

I just received
a very large check
from my publisher.

Ah.Ah! Here goes the "Ah."
You had to bring this up.

Great. Thanks.A very large disparity
in income...

can often have
a detrimental effect
on a relationship.

No, no. This doesn't.
I just get more satisfaction
on relearning an old skill...

instead of paying
a plumber $800.

Okay. Yeah.

What was that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.
I accept what you're saying.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Booth. Okay. Great.
We're on our way.
- What, the book?

No. The killer's vehicle.
I will pull the car around,
and you can buy breakfast.

Okay, Miss Rolex?

[ Exhales ]
You want my advice?No.

Okay. If you really
wanna help Booth,

you should let him
teach you about plumbing.

I'm a wealthy,
accomplished woman. Why would
I want to learn a menial skill?

Well, for Booth--
so he can regain
whatever he feels he's lost.

I think for once
it would be beneficial
if you were the student.

The car's registered
to a high-class
rent-a-car service.

It was leased using
a corporate credit card--
Universal Exports.

We're tracking
them down now.Oh!

It isBond's car,
Bones.

[ Whistles ]

- Booth?
- Yeah.

I see superficial lesions
on the lateral and
interior surface.

No, no. Bones,
what you see there...

are scratch marks
on the front bumper,
okay?

People have skeletons.
Cars, they have...
chassis.

Right?
Gas tank. Stomach.

And here,
this shattered window proves
that there was gunfire.

[ Officer ]
The ballistics guy dug
the bullet out of the dash.

Said it was fired
from at least 500 feet away.

So someone was
staking him out, huh?

Booth? Yeah.

- I think the car is bleeding.
- No, no, no. Bones, the car
has oil. That's all.

No. This is blood.

It isblood.

Thank you.

Whoa. Okay.
That is gonna kill
the Blue Book value.

[ Brennan ]
The body is three
to four days old.

The heat in the trunk is causing
the skin to liquefy.

- So, cause of death?
- There's too much flesh.

This is Cam's department.

- Look at this.
- What you got there?

That is
a Walther P.P.K.

It's Bond's gun.

Booth? Yeah.

The victim was C.I.A.

It is unfortunate
Mr. Bray is losing
his scholarship.

He's one of our best interns
and quite deserving
of financial assistance.

No gunshot wounds.

There seems to be damage
to the spine.

The cartilage
from L1 to L5 is torn.

Hey, have you thought about
starting a scholarship?

I mean, you have
a lot of money now.

I support many
different organizations...

that provide food, housing
and medical care
for people in need.

Should I withhold
funds from them?

No. No.
But it's Wendell.

He grew up with nothing.
He worked his whole life
for this.

I try not to get attached
to my assistants.

I've learned that even
the best ones can disappoint.

I notice that there was
microfracturing on the inside
edges of the scapulae...

as if they'd
been rubbed together.

Gunpowder residue on his hand.
My bet-- that Walther P.P.K.
killed our Russian.

- But who killed James Bond?
- Whoever shot out his window
on the roof.

- And where's the briefcase?
- And what's in the briefcase?

We're going down
the rabbit hole here,
people.

The C.I.A. has no problem
silencing people that poke
around in their business.

I hate to break it to you, Jack,
but you're the guy who studies
bugs, slime and poop.

It's hardly
assassination worthy.

Hey, a lot of people
would like to see me dead.

I'm not gonna touch
that one.

Aren't you on a board
that grants scholarships?

To high school students.
What about you,
Mr. Conspiracy Man?

Doesn't your foundation
give out grants?

After the crash, our trustees
froze all assets...

until they could
reevaluate the portfolio.

[ Inhales ]

- I pack my lunch. You guys
are gonna have to try.
- [ Device Beeps ]

- Excuse me, Dr. Brennan.
- [ Hodgins ]
Hey, dude!

What are you
doing here?

Uh, Agent Booth is here
to drive Dr. Brennan
to Langley.

Thank you.

In 500 B.C., Sun Tzu devotes
attention to intelligence
gathering inThe Art of War.

He argues that all wars
are based on deception.

Logically, that would mean
that if we don't deceive
each other,

then war
would be unnecessary.

Yeah, but not everyone
is logical, now, are they?

I mean, frustrating,
but that's just
how the world works.

Not between us two.Huh?

Shouldn't we be honest
with each other?We're honest.

I mean, aren't you?
I mean, I am.

So you have no problem
with me making so much
more money than you?

No.

Yeah. It's--
It's a little weird.

I mean,
you're loaded.

I mean,
you're really loaded.

And you still don't
even have a flat screen.

It's just kind of weird,
to be honest. It's a little
French, if you ask me.

But don't you feel that
your life would be different
if you were wealthy?

Sure.

But better?

I mean, yeah, I wouldn't
have to fly coach,

but what life throws us,
that's what makes us
who we are, right?

I mean,
fighting through stuff.

The good things,
they're not any sweeter
if you're rich.

Parker, okay, g-gave me a hug
because it's my weekend.

And me and you,
when we solve a case, I mean,
that's not about money, right?

No. No, it's not.

But I'll never have
to fly coach.

I'm Arthur Rutledge,
Assistant Director
of Intelligence.

We are very sorry about Greg,

but he wasn't working
on anything for us
when he was killed.

Well, the F.B.I.
matched ballistics
from Greg Dorit's gun...

to the shots
that killed Yuri Antonov.

- Greg Dorit
wasn't issued a gun.
- Hmm.

I'm afraid that protocol
in the intelligence community...

isn't as simple as someone
like you is used to.

Someone like me?
Look, Rutledge,

the more you tell us about
your agent's assignment,

the easier it will be for us
to track down the guy
who murdered him.

- That's what
someone like him does.
- Right.

Greg Dorit wasn't an agent.
He was an analyst,
and a rather poor one at that.

So that means it doesn't
matter that he's dead?

As far as what assignments
he was working on,

that information
is classified...

and far beyond
what I'm able to share with--

With someone like me. Yes.

F.Y.I., I have
Level 3 clearance.

And my S.S.B.I.
was renewed two months ago,

which allowed me
to get this warrant.

- Well played, Booth.
- Thanks, Bones.

[ Sighs ]

Hmm?

Right. She doesn't
have clearance.

You can wait
in the lobby,
Dr. Brennan.

It's all right, Bones.
It's okay. That's C.I.A.

You know,
I-I can keep a secret.

Right, Bones. We know. [ Door Closes ]

Greg worked
the Turkmenistan desk
analyzing Web sites,

searching for communications
hidden in images and texts.

So you got an analyst
who assassinated
a Russian courier?

I already told you.
We didn't.

Whatever motive Greg had
for killing Antonov,

I'd like to know just
as much as you would.

[ Laughs ]
Then it seems to be
about the briefcase.

So, do you know
anything about that?

Other than the fact it's--
it's gone missing.

Do you know what might be inside
the briefcase, Mr. Rutledge?

Just diamonds.
Right?

[ Wendell ]
Ooh. Those eyes
are New Year's Eve bloodshot.

You think Dorit
was hammered when he died?

There's no alcohol
in the tox screen.

I found these marks
on his right arm.

Whoo! Must have hurt. They're
holes, uniform in diameter,

but the pattern is random.

Looks like they were made
by a drill press.

He might have been tortured.
I'll get X-rays and high-res
photos for Dr. Brennan.

Wendell, let me ask you.

You mentioned
the neighborhood
where you grew up.

And I-I don't mean to pry.

But... you said
it was kind of poor.

Yeah, like a good bar band
rather than the opera.

But trust me.
There are more people
on my side on that one.

No. Uh, I was just asking
because of the--
your scholarship.

Oh, you mean
the miracle.Miracle?

- Yeah. That's what
me and my mom call it.
- Really?

Yeah. She's in church
every day giving thanks.

I think she's there
more than the priest.

You know, I come
into cash someday,

I'm starting one myself
for other guys like me.

Um, I'm sorry.
You had a question
about the scholarship?

No. I-- That answered
just about everything.

This was
Greg Dorit's office.

Mr. Rutledge wanted me
to make sure you have
everything you need.

I can't believe
Greg is dead.

There's nothing here.
There's-- There's no computer.

There's no files.
There's nothing.

Any employee who dies
has his equipment
and files secured.

Were you friends
with Mr. Dorit?

You know, they said
that he wasn't a good analyst.

Maybe that's
what got him killed. No.

No, he was exceptional
at his job.

He was always finding threats
the other analysts missed.

- Why would they say
that he wasn't good?
- Because Greg would push,

make sure his leads
were followed,
or he'd file a report.

- [ Men Laughing, Chattering ]
- They wanted him
to look a little nuts...

so his reports wouldn't
be taken seriously.

Do you know
what he was working on
before he disappeared?

No, but he was
working late.

We were supposed to have lunch
over the weekend, but--

- But?
- I-I never heard from him.

- Is there anything else
you wanna tell me?
- No.

Mr. Rutledge did say
whatever I need.

- He did say that.
- Yeah.

Greg was told to testify
against someone,

and he wasn't sure whether
the guy was really guilty.

But it was part of his job, and
he wanted to be a team player.

- Who did he testify against?
- His name was Pedro Marquez.

The agency thought
he was a terrorist.

He was detained in a federal
prison for almost a year before
he was cleared of all charges.

So it was Greg's testimony
that put him behind bars.

Did Greg think that this
Marquez guy was seeking revenge?

[ Whispering ] Well, I did.
Marquez was released
from prison last week.

Pedro, you recognize
this man?

Yeah. That's the spook that
accused me of being a terrorist.

But come on.
Look at this sweet face.

He thought you were
retrofitting S.U.V.'s, huh?

When really you're just a poor
little misunderstood car thief
who owns a chop shop, right?

- Yeah.
- So, Greg Dorit, Pedro.

My mom says I should
write him a thank-you note.

What, for sending you
to jail?

The C.I.A.
just cut me a check
for a hundred grand...

for, uh, wrongful something
and defamation
of something else.

I got it yesterday.
Hey, I'm not gonna have
to steal cars anymore.

- Right. So, where were
you last Friday night?
- Working.

Like I said,
I only just got the check.

At your chop shop,
do you have
a 70-gauge drill bit?

- Yeah. I got every size.
- We have evidence...

that, uh, Dorit here was
tortured before he was killed.

- Wait. The dude's dead?
- Yeah, and they
drilled holes into his arm.

A 70-gauge bit
would be a perfect fit.Come on.

- I'm thinking he's looking
to take some revenge.
- Hell, no.

You could ask my mother.
I would never kill no one.

So I'm saying
that you followed Dorit. You
saw him take out the courier.

So you probably figured
that the briefcase
was very valuable.

So you killed Dorit
and you take off with the case.

Is there any way possible
you guys could accuse me of
all this in a public courtroom?

'Cause I'd really like
to buy my mom a new condo.

[ Wendell ]
According to his file, Dorit
fractured his ankle twice...

trying to complete an
entry-level obstacle course
during C.I.A. training.

This makes
no logical sense.

He dressed like
a fictional British spy...

and pursued a shadow career
as a C.I.A. field agent...

even though he clearly did not
possess the physical aptitude
necessary for success.

He didn't wanna be stuck
behind a desk.

He saw an opportunity
to live out his dreams,
and he took it.

[ Laughs ]
That's ridiculous.

I don't know. It's always been
my dream to work with you.

Sometimes dreaming
is the way to go.

Not in this case, of course.
[ Laughs ]

I, uh, cross-referenced
the X-rays...

and enlarged photographs
of the holes drilled
in the radius.

Most drill bits
leave striations.
These have none.

So... not a drill.

Find out what other objects
can make cavities this smooth.

Already on it.

Excellent work,
Mr. Bray.

I'll be sorry
to see you go.

- Um, where am I going?
- Well, Cam didn't tell you?

I guess not.

She can occasionally be
quite sentimental.

Uh, there were
funding cutbacks, and you've
lost your scholarship,

which, of course, means
your internship is canceled.

But aren't there any other
funding resources?

We have explored
all of the alternatives.

Well, then I'll take
the year off and work.

But if I'm, uh,
replaced here,

there's no guarantee
I can come back, right?

We can't hold a place.
No. I'm sorry.
[ Inhales ]

Sure. I understand.

You are one
of the best interns...

I've ever had
the pleasure to work with.

You will be missed.

[ Device Beeps ] [ Hodgins ] Okay.

So I was inspecting
Dorit's watch, right?

And I see that
the battery case is loose.

So I open it,
and what do I find?
A bug.

Why such excitement
over this particular insect?

'Cause this bug
is not an insect.

It's a bugbug.

Someone was spying
on our spy...

who was spying
on another spy.

Come on.
A little enthusiasm here.

[ Book Hits Table ]I lost my scholarship.

- Oh, man. You told him?
- I thought he knew.

Well--

I'll-- I should tell Booth
about this surveillance device.

[ Winces ]
Ah.

You okay, Booth?Yeah.

Did Mandy fight back
when you brought her in?I'm fine.

I just cut myself
trying to fix the pipes.Let me see.

No. Bones, I'm fine, okay?
Let's get to Mandy.

She's waiting
in the interrogation room.She can continue to wait.

Didn't your book for imbeciles
teach you how to avoid injury?

No. The bookstore
ran out of copies.

And it's book for dummies,
not book for imbeciles.

I thought
that I could remember
how to fix the pipes.

But obviously I can't.I'm sure
it's very difficult.

I mean, I can't imagine
being capable enough
to fix my own plumbing.

Because you don't want to.
You'd rather buy a plumber.

Well, I'd rather
have someone teach me.

Look, I can teach you.
Well, I could have taught you.

Just-- Let's get inside,
all right?

[ Brennan ]
Rutledge said the bug
was checked out in your name.

I got the bug
because I was afraid
Greg was cheating on me.

So, why didn't you
mention this before?We weren't supposed to date.

I guess it's not like the F.B.I.
We're not allowed to sleep
with someone we're working with.

Wha-- Is she talking
about us?

- We're not--
- No.

Oh, it's okay. I'm C.I.A.
My lips are sealed.

Greg and I
were under the radar.

But a week
before he went missing,
Greg broke up with me.

I guess I got
a little too jealous.

Let me see this.

Wait a second.
This is how
he broke up with you?

He sent a picture
of him waving good-bye
to you in an e-mail?

Well, we had our problems.
But we loved each other.

Greg was about
to propose to me.

And why did you
think that?

Because the last
conversation I overheard,
it was Greg and Mr. Rutledge.

They were talking
about diamonds.

And I felt so guilty
for not trusting Greg,

I disconnected the bug and
never heard anything else,
I swear.

[ Hodgins ]
What kind of creep breaks up
with someone over e-mail?

Yeah, like there's
an acceptable protocol
for crushing someone's soul.

Hey, wait a second.

This is weird.

This image file is
way bigger than it should be,

which either means
there's some sort
of compression error or--

Or our steganographer
hid data within the file.

[ Beeping ]

[ Angela ]
Look at all that code.

Maybe he wasn't breaking up
with her at all.

She was the only person
he could trust.

He was sending her a message.

Still no cause of death,

but the damage to the cartilage
and lumbar vertebrae
definitely indicate torture.

He was bent
in some very painful way
for a long period of time.

I'm analyzing the injuries
to get the exact position.

Well, the strange thing is
I found no contraction
band necrosis...

in the myocardium
in the heart.

That means he showed
no signs of distress
even after hours of torture.

Isn't that impossible?Unless the C.I.A.
underestimated this guy.

Anyone who can take
that kind of abuse...

makes James Bond
look like a weenie.

[ Laughs ]
Weenie?

I'm sorry.
I have no idea
where that came from.

I'm gonna miss you.

Yeah.

Hey, Angela is still
trying to decode the picture.

She says
it's very complex.

Well, we're dealing
with the C.I.A. here, Bones.

What's that?The book you wanted
to fix your plumbing.

I found it
at a used bookstore.

Look at that. Thanks, Bones.
That is the sweetest thing.

Sure. Uh, the book
was, um, 6.42.

You can pay me later.Hmm.

Excuse me?
It's a gift.

No. Wait. No.
If I gave--
If it was a gift,

you might think of it
as an assault
on your virility.

I can take a check,
if that's easier.

How about
a credit card?No. I don't take credit cards.

All right. No.
I was just joking. Okay.

Well, you know,
once I flip through this,
uh, you know--

If you wanna learn, I--Sure. I've always wanted
to wield a wrench.

Okay. Just don't get
all defensive...

if I know something
more than you do.

There's something
that I don't understand.

How come we can't bring
Rutledge in for questioning?

Mandy said
that he and Dorit
were discussing diamonds.

I mean, clearly,
he was lying.

Bones, he's the assistant
director of the C.I.A.

We can't just
accuse him of murder...

without something more
definitive than an overheard
conversation, all right?

But perhaps Mr. Bray's
found something more
in the remains.

Cam says he's staying
remarkably focused
despite losing his scholarship.

I found, in addition
to perimortem disk compaction,

there was also significant
hemorrhaging on C3.

Trauma confined
to a limited space.

If a precision
knife hand-strike
was delivered to C3,

it could be used to render
a victim unconscious.

A blow to that region
can cause severe nerve damage.

Which is why
the maneuver is known
only by trained combatants--

special forces, navy SEALs.And perhaps the assistant
director of the C.I.A.

If he had been
a field agent first,
it seems likely.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]Oh.

[ Ringing ]Uh, that's my mom.

I haven't told her yet.
You mind if I take this?I'll let Booth know.

[ Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]

Hey, Mom.

Prior to becoming
assistant director,

Rutledge was
a field agent in Russia.

Where he could
have met Antonov. And in 2004,

he headed a detention
center in Afghanistan.

Yeah, where he earned a
reputation for very effective
interrogation techniques.

Torture? Yeah. One
of the techniques...

was temporary nerve damage
to the spine.

Why would he torture Greg Dorit?
They're on the same side.

Perhaps he's a double agent.
Rutledge certainly fits
that profile.

They're usually
intelligent male officers...

who had poor father figures
resulting in repressed anger
and revenge fantasies.

- Double agent.
- By betraying his country,

Rutledge is, in a sense,
choosing a new father,

one who might treat him
better than the last.

Yes, but that
would also fit Booth,
and he's not a double agent.

Are you?Stop.
Watch it, Sweets.

Elephants are gray,
Agent Booth, but not all
gray things are elephants.

- Is that good for me, right?
- Yeah.

You're really going
to trust something
this important with a kid?

Oh, me? At least
I tuck myself in at night.

There is a briefcase
out there with God only
knows what inside of it,

and-and apparently,
you people don't
seem to have a clue.

- Oh.
- What is it?

I think we just found
our smoking gun.

[ Booth ]
You put
a request in to I.C.E....

to pull a baggage inspector
off the diplomatic line...

and replace him
with one of your own men.

You created the security hole
so the briefcase could enter
the country.

See that right there?

That's your signature.
You're going down.

All right, whatever
recording equipment you have
in this room, turn it off.

I created the hole...

so an additional 20 million
in diamonds could be brought
into the country.

The diamonds were then
to be shipped to Pakistan...

in exchange
for political prisoners.

To keep Congress in the dark.
Iran-Contra all over again.

So you killed
your own analyst...

because he got
in your way.No.

Dorit read some on-line chatter
about the exchange.

I told him to mind
his own business.

I tried to save him.

Dorit got killed because
he didn't listen to me.

Or maybe he got killed
because there was something more
dangerous in that briefcase...

instead of diamonds.

[ Beeping ]

Hey, have you seen
Booth and Brennan?

Uh, they're in the bone room.
Is everything okay?

No. The C.I.A.'s taking
over the investigation.

They're coming to collect
both sets of remains
in 10 minutes.

- Wai-Wait. So we only have--
- Ten minutes, yeah.
How are things coming in here?

Um, I'm-I'm still trying
to decode the image.

It appears
that most of the data
is centered in his hand.

And it could be
a map of some kind.

Well, do it fast.

Rutledge is claiming
national security. [ Brennan ] He can't do that.

No, he can. He can just
bury the evidence, and we
won't be able to touch him.

[ Saroyan ] Nine minutes left.Nine minutes?
You're joking, right?

No, it's not a joke.
Let's just pretend this is the
Stanley Cup finals right now.

Right? You're
down by two goals.
You got nine minutes left.

Yeah, but there's
so much data here--The puck is about to drop.

How do you wanna go down?
How do you wanna
be remembered?

[ Laughs ]
All right.

I found avulsion fractures
along the proximal humerus.

Also, the heads
of each femur were
dislocated from the acetabula.

Mr. Dorit's body was bent back
so far that the tendons
snapped the bone.

That would happen
if his hands and feet
were tied behind his back.

Right. He was then
hung by his hands.
I did a computer simulation.

[ Saroyan ]
Okay, if he was
left upside down long enough,

congestion of the head and brain
would lead to asphyxiation.

Petechial hemorrhaging
explains the bloodshot eyes.We have cause of death.

Great. That's one goal,
but we still can't tie
Rutledge to the murder.

Well, when I was
in Chechnya identifying bodies,

there was one victim who
suffered a Ukrainian torture
called "the swallow."

- He was suspended upside down,
very similar to this.
- [ Booth ] That's not enough.

Okay, look,
you got one shot.

One shot on goal.
It's an empty net.
What are you gonna do?

The holes in the radius--
I've been trying to figure out
what caused them.

It wasn't a drill.
It was something
strong enough...

to bore through bone
but leave no trace.

- A laser.
- Diamonds are cut by lasers.

But Lena Brodsky
is the head of a diamond firm.

She would have
easy access to a laser.

She's Ukrainian.
Dorit got to the case
before she did.

She's the one
who tortured
and killed Dorit.

- Take the body.
- No. Wait.
You can't take him.

We're still in regulation.
We got four minutes
left on the clock.

Look, we know
you didn't kill him.

But Dorit knew Antonov
was working for Lena Brodsky.

He came to you guys.
You didn't listen, so
he takes care of it himself.

And then Lena finds out,
kills him. She must know
where the briefcase is.

We have the neodymium laser
you used to burn holes
in Greg Dorit's arms.

And the gun you fired
at Dorit's car after you
saw him take off with your case.

What was in that case
that is so much more valuable
than millions in diamonds?

Where's the briefcase, Lena?

Okay, great. You know what?
Whoever hired you,
they can't be too happy.

So when we send you
back to the Ukraine,

I'm sure you'll
live a long life.

I don't know
where the case is.

Dorit never talked.

After what I put him through,
he should have talked.
Anyone would have talked.

I've never seen
a man so brave.

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- Booth.

I was right.
It's a map.

Keep your eye on his hand.
He wasn't waving good-bye.

He was telling Mandy
where he hid his briefcase.

We don't know
what's in that case.
You call in your cavalry.

I know how to do my job.Well, then how come we found
the killer andthe case?

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Muffled Chattering ]

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

- We're all clear.
- [ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Man ]
All right, call it in.

[ Siren Wails ]Oh.

[ Brennan ]
A U.S.B. computer drive.

That's what all this was about?Information. Today, that could
be more dangerous than one bomb.

[ Booth ]
The stars
on the Memorial Wall--

they represent agents
who died courageously
while serving their country.

[ Brennan ]
The Memorial Wall
is reserved for agents.

Mr. Dorit
was not an agent.

In Mr. Dorit's case, I asked
that an exception be made.

Well--
[ Laughs ]
Gonna miss you, Wendell.

Stay safe, okay?Yeah. You too.

It won't be the same
without you, man.

We are all grateful
for your exceptional work,
Mr. Bray.

Thank you. [ Saroyan ]
Hold on a second.

Uh, don't worry.
I wouldn't have left
without saying good-bye.

That's nice,
but you don't have to leave.Excuse me?

I was just notified
that they found new funding
for your scholarship.

You are covered in full
for the next two years.

Apparently, a donation
was made anonymously.

Anonymously?

Well, then, uh,
please allow me
to say thank you...

to Anonymous.
[ Laughs ]

We still need
all of the evidence
photographed and cataloged...

before we send it to the federal
prosecutor's office, Mr. Bray.

Yes, Dr. Brennan.
Right away.

Thank you.
[ Clears Throat ]

Actually, they received
enough anonymous donations
for three scholarships.

Hmm.

That is...
quite a coincidence.

Mm-hmm.
It really is.

[ Booth ] So for the next step,
you need to attach
the elbow pipe--

Okay.using the P.V.C.
cement there.

Okay?All right.

Stick that little
fuzzy ball in there
and swish it around.

You got it?It stinks.

Well, you smell
dead bodies,
and that stinks.

There is a beautiful
logic to this.

You know, it's
like reconstructing
the circulatory system.

The water is the blood.
The pipes-- veins.

Right, right, right.
So what you need to do...

is just apply pressure
right in there and
hold it for a minute, okay?

Got it.

Got it.Right. I know.

Just making sure
that it's safe.

Student, teacher.
Student, teacher.

[ Both Laughing ]

You know, Bones, um,

I'm glad that, uh, you know--

that we don't have any secrets
between each other.

Yeah. I like that.

I mean, if we have something
on our mind, we just--
we just share it.

Sure.

Even with all the financial
and intellectual contradictions,

I still feel close to you.

Mmm.

Right, because, you know,
none of that really
matters anyway.

Well, sometimes looking
at it through your eyes,
I believe that.

Right. So pipe seems
nice and secure.
Right and tight.

Yeah. Seems secure.All right, just
hold on to it there.

Let me just open up
the, uh, water.Right there.

[ Booth ]
It's an old apartment.
It's Washington.

Close that. There.
You can take
your hand off now, Bones.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

Huh? Look at that, huh?

Hmm? Nice and secure.

No drip.No drip.

[ Laughs ]You're, uh--
You're a good student.

Oh. Only as good as my teacher.

[ Yelps, Laughs ]

Turn it off.Huh? Ahh!

- Turn it off!
- [ Laughing ]

My watch is ruined.What do you mean
your watch is ruined?

It's a Rolex.It's a Rolex.

What's that mean?