All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E11 - The X in the File (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Man ]
I can't hear you.
The reception's bad out here.

Aliens? I told you, baby.
I am done hunting aliens.

I... am on the road.
Yeah, in Florida. Yeah.

No, I'm in my hotel room
working late.

You're just gonna have
to trust me, babe.

Yeah. Well, I'm sorry
that's the way you feel.

A s-souvenir from Florida.

Okay.

Aw, babe, I can't take a--
make a list right now.

Well, there are no pens...

or pads in this hotel.

- [ Thunderclap ]
- Oh, my God! [ Gasps ]

I found one.

No. Not a pen.
An alien.

A real one.
Oh, my God.

I got to get a picture of this.
[ Exhales ]

[ Shutter Clicks ]

- [ Rustling ]
- What was that? Oh!

Baby, there--
there's more of 'em.

I-I come in peace.

I'm Marvin Breekman,
but you can call me Marvin...

or Marv.

[ Screaming ]

[ Whimpering ]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

[ Whimpering Continues ]

I made reservations
at the club.

Deejay Spider tonight
and then, uh,
back to my place.

I'm not sure
if I can wait for tonight.

Okay. I was fine
until you just said that.

You know, I have a key
to the Egyptian storage room.

Not on campus.
Not at work.

Come on. Are you really
as virtuous as you seem?

I can be very bad
when the time is right.

[ Laughs ]

We do get a very
generous lunch break,

and there's a little hotel
a few blocks from here.

Wow. Mr. Bray.

[ Clears Throat ]
Dr. Saroyan, um,
I was just asking Angela...

if she could do
some 3-D modeling
of a, um, shattered femur...

that was I given by
the archaeology department.

Save it, Mr. Bray.
You think you have
a big secret, but you don't.

Well, I thought
we were being subtle.
[ Laughs ]

Oh, man. Do you think
Hodgins knows?

[ Sighs ]

[ Booth ]
Can you imagine if we
found an alien? A real one.

You mean someone who slipped
illegally into the country
from Mexico or Canada?

Come on, Bones. You don't
believe there are other
real life-forms out there?

Well, the probability's
very high.

But any aliens
visiting this planet would
have sufficient intelligence...

not to die
in the middle of the desert.

Hey. F.B.I. Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

This here is Dr. Temperance
Brennan from the Jeffersonian.Sheriff Jerry Bonds.

But you probably got that
from my shiny badge,
my imposing gun and my big hat.

Yeah. Right.The remains
are over there.

[ Officer ]
It's right over there.
Been there for a while.

[ Booth ]
Oh! Looks like
an alien to me.

Judging by
the pelvic inlet
and the pubic symphysis--

female, maybe 30 years old.

Earth female?Yes.

Body moisture was trapped
by this silver coat
she's wearing,

turning some of her fat
into adipocere.

I have no idea
why it's so hard.

Didn't even dig a shallow grave.
Just left her here to be eaten.

Which is the smartest
possible way to get rid
of human remains.

[ Hammer Cocks ]What the hell's
going on here now?

Oh, easy. F.B.I.
Put the shotgun down,
ma'am.

This is my land.
I've got a right
to protect my land.

Yeah. Uh-huh, Marsha,
but we got
a dead body.

- A woman, seems like.
- Great. Now I've got
dead people.

- You know anything
about this?
- Nope.

I want the remains brought back
to the Jeffersonian
for examination.

Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen.
My jurisdiction, my body.
She stays here.

No, F.B.I.'s got
jurisdiction on this case.
You want it, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- F.B.I. will
keep you apprised.

Uh-uh. F.B.I.'s
got jurisdiction
only if I agree.

Otherwise, you need
to jump through
several legal hoops,

which will take some time,
during which time
the victim stays in town.

- Then why did you call us?
- Well, I could use the help.

But I'm not gonna
take the heat...

when people scream I sent
an alien off to Washington
for secret testing.

[ Laughs ]
I've been
through that before.

These remains
are not extraterrestrial.

♪♪ [ Theme From
The X Files Plays ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

- It's a cell phone.
- You hope.

[ Bonds ]
I traced the cell phone to
the guy who found the remains,

and I'm holding him
on trespassing charges.

This is part
of our hospital
that got shut down.

It's a perfect place
for you to take a look
at the remains.

I need to send samples
back to the lab.Yeah. Uh-huh.

But the, uh--
the big body part
stays here.

The remains are in here.
Mr. Breekman's in my office.

If you wanna
come with me,
Agent Booth.

Ma'am.

Hey, uh, you're gonna
be okay here all alone
in this spooky hospital...

with a dead alien body?

Yes.Right.

That would be me
who wouldn't want that.

The remains are encased
in adipocere.

If it's okay
with Sheriff Lobo,
maybe you could send me some.

- It appears to be petrified.
- A coat alone doesn't
account for that.

Well, I'll send
the coat to Hodgins,
see what he can discern from it.

Her skeletal robusticity
and large areas
of muscle attachment...

suggest extremely
good health.

A couple of weeks in the desert,
and no critters got
at these remains?

Perhaps the result of green
radiation from alien hyperdrive
systems.

Or something not crazy.

The man who found them remarked
that he saw several sets
of orange eyes...

staring at him
from the darkness.

Orange-eyeballed aliens.

Tapetum lucidum
of the American coyote
glows orange...

when light strikes
the retina.

What he saw were likely coyotes,
not orange-eyeballed aliens.

Oh, you were being facetious.
That's funny.

[ Sweets ] Wearing your
earpiece, he's not gonna
be able to hear me,

so I can help you
with your interrogation.

Some people who chase U.F.O.'s
believe in alien abductions.

Now, these people
tend to be dreamy,

um, highly
suggestible...

and possess a strong belief
that there's something larger
than them out there,

something that
they can't control.

Look, I only found the body.
I didn't make it dead.

Okay, that's-- that's very
disassociative language--
"make it dead."

So, Mr. Breekman,
you were abducted by aliens
five years ago?

Yes.

- If the aliens are so advanced,
why would they need probes?
- I think they like it.

Why would you hook up
with aliens if they like
to anally probe you?

There are two races of aliens,
and they do not see eye to eye.

Right.

I know things.

I get laughed at,
but I persist
because I know things.

It just seems
like maybe I deserve
a little respect for that.

All right, of course.
I apologize.

Okay.
Then can I go home?

Why were you
in the desert last night?

I was looking for U.F.O.'s.

No, I mean
to that specific area.

What are the chances
of you stumbling
across a body...

in the dark, uh--

- The vastness--
- vastness of the desert?

You really want me to believe
that that's some kind
of big coincidence?

Yes. It--
It was a coincidence.

I don't believe you.
I think you're lying.

Sometimes I think you
just pull me into these
interrogations to show off.

No, wait, Booth. I--[ Sighs ]

Until you tell the truth,
you know what-- you're not
going home.

You have something
on your mind?

This... thing
that we have going here--

What, you're worried
about Cam knowing?

[ Snickers ]
No. No.

I'm worried about
Hodgins not knowing.

[ Sighs ]

Listen.

Wendell,

Hodgins and I
are in the past.

I mean,
if you were really
totally in the past,

then we wouldn't be
keeping this a secret
from him.

Do you want me
to tell Hodgins?

If you don't mind,
I'd like to do it.

He's my friend.

A man-to-man,
look-'em-in-the-eye
kind of thing?

Yeah, something like that.

[ Laughs ]

Okay. Let's do it your way.

You mean talk
to Hodgins or--

[ Both Laugh ]

You're the worst. Both.

Consider this a do-over.

Do you know who I am?No. Do you know who I am?

F.B.I.? Military Intelligence?[ Light Bulbs Buzzing ]

That's an oxymoron,
you know-- a term
that contradicts itself.

I'm Delmy Polanco.
I'm the most important
U.F.O. blogger in the world.

"Important blogger."
Talk about an oxymoron.

What can you tell me
about the alien body?

I don't know anything
about the alien body.

Definitely F.B.I.

I can practically
smell the suit.

I don't wear a suit
all the time,
you know.

I see you've met Delmy.

I'm looking for info
into a foil-wrapped body
with alien features,

pieces of which have already
been sent to the Jeffersonian
Institution in Washington, D.C.

I'm invoking
the Freedom of Information Act,

which means you have to tell me
what I wanna know.

The Freedom
of Information Act
is not a magic spell, Delmy.

It merely gives
a citizen the right
to request information.

I'm gonna post all this
on my blog tonight,

and by tomorrow morning,
this whole town will be
swarming with U.F.O. nuts.

Trespassing again?

Well, this facility is clearly
marked private property.Mm-hmm.

Oh, good. You got here
for the good stuff.

- What good stuff?
- M.R.I. It's an older model,
but entirely serviceable.

Okay, for future reference,
that's not the good stuff.Well, sure it is.

Look at all those
remodeled lateral
malleolus fractures.

Also, signs of inflammation
to the tannin fibers here
and damage--

[ Screams ]

I won't say anything
about the scream...

if you don't say
anything about the gun.Those terms are satisfactory.

Right.

That's five.[ Hodgins ]
It's too big to be buckshot.

Photos you sent
of the first one...

show it to be a ball bearing,
approximately 17.5 millimeters.

This makes number six.

Certainly enough metal
to generate
the magnetism...

to raise the remains
when exposed to the M.R.I.

Well, when I receive them,
I might be able to I.D. the
manufacturer and intended use,

- [ Device Beeps ]
- which I imagine
was not murder.

Hey. Uh, I finished
the facial reconstruction
off the M.R.I.

I'm e-mailing it now.
Sorry. It is not
an alien.

I noticed on the M.R.I.
that the victim's patellas
were fractured.

Well, I'll swab the area...

and send the samples
with the ball bearings.

Well, there's no striations
on the ball bearings
in this photo you sent,

so there's no evidence
that they were shot.

Shotgun maybe?
Full of ball bearings.

Well, the owner of the ranch
threatened us with a shotgun.

[ Saroyan ]
Not so fast,
Dr. Brennan.

I know you dislike flesh,
but I'm going to need you...

to remove
the adipocere and organs
and send them to me.

Ooh, Dr. Brennan
dealing with flesh.Like a cat dealing with water.

- Flesh is not my strength.
- You're gonna need a hair
dryer and some cooking spray.

Yep. I've caught
her trespassing on
my ranch a bunch of times.

That's El Crazerita.El Crazerita.
You know her real name?

Nope. I don't make friends
with these nuts.

Sheriff Bonds
says you've been charged
with misdemeanor assault...

with a firearm
about three times.

Someone cut through
this fence, Agent Booth.

They were trespassers,
which is why I was
never convicted.

Even though
you shot at them?Salt.

Salt?Salt. Rock salt.

Stings like a sumbitch.
Discourages trespassing.

You ever use ball bearings
instead of salt?

Ball bearings? Shoot.
That'd rip somebody apart.

Hmm. Like when you
took a shot at, uh,
ol' El Crazerita?

You think I killed her?

You think I'm dumb enough
to spend my life
in prison...

for killing
some alien-head nut...

who spent all her time
shooting stupid videos?

Videos? Videos of what?Videos of everything.

Looking for spacemen.

You wanna know about her?
Ask Blaine Miller
at the Space Place Café.

She was always
hanging out at his diner
with the other fruitcakes.

Sure. Tell you what. I'll take
a look at your shotgun and run
some tests just to make sure.

Oh! I did it.

- Very good, Dr. Brennan.
- Yes, it was.

- Now remove the stomach.
- Oh.

She was covered
in ethyl parathion
and aldicarb.

It was all over
her space-age outerwear.

It's an insecticide.
It's extremely illegal
in the U.S.,

but it's still sold
south of the border.

It explains
why the adipocere
dried so quickly.

[ Saroyan ]
So our victim was using
a dangerous insecticide.

Not unusual for someone
who's a couple of tacos
short of a combo plate.

Nice metaphor.Thanks.

I found something.

It's a memory card...
tied to a string.

It appears
to be dental floss.

Check her teeth.
Any evidence of floss
still on her teeth?

Yes. There's a fragment tied
to the left second premolar.

She was hiding the card.
It's an old prison trick.

She tied one end of the floss
to her tooth and the other end
to the memory card.

So if she needed it,
she could use the floss
to pull it up.

I'll overnight the card
to Angela.

Whatever is on it
was important enough
to hide.

My guess--
it's important enough
to kill for.

[ Wendell ]
Hey, Hodgins.

Hey, man. Did you hear?
Brennan's sending the victim's
SD card from Roswell.

Probably video on there
the government
wanted suppressed.

Because at Area 51--Right. Um--

Look, do you have a second? Sure. Yeah.

Something wrong?

We're friends, right?Yeah.

I don't lie or keep things
from my friends.

Okay. All right.

Angela and I--

Oh.
[ Laughs ]

You're kidding, right?
[ Laughs ]

Go ahead, kid.
Knock yourself out.

Hey, good luck with that.

Hodgins, what I'm trying
to tell you is that my luck
has already been good.

Oh.

I would never want you
to think that--

Look, Wendell--
Wen-Wendell, stop. Stop. Stop.

It's been over
between Angela and me
for a long time.

I have moved on.
And you know what?
I'm happy for you.

You know? And for her.Really?

Yes. Really.

Dude, you're both my friends.
Why wouldn't I be happy for you?

I don't--
[ Chuckles ]

Okay. Thanks, man.

Of course.
I'll tell you what.

Hey, why don't
the three of us
grab lunch together, huh?

This is a good thing.
Wendell, this should
not be weird for us.

Yeah. Yeah. Sure. Lunch.
That sounds great, man.

Great. Good. Good.

The stomach acid
ate away at the card,

but Angela says she should
be able to pull something
off of it.

Well, Vinton said
El Crazerita shot
a lot of video.

Maybe she filmed
the real thing.What, an extraterrestrial?

Yeah. Look, you said
it was possible, all right?

But they have big eyes
and big heads, you know,
for the super-smart brain.

Well, it's far more logical
if they had the eyes of flies...

and the exoskeleton
of a cockroach.

Insect people. Insects
can't fly a spaceship.

Well, the cockroach
is an evolutionary marvel.

They can withstand radiation,
live without breathing
for almost an hour,

go without eating
for weeks.

Imagine that combined
with an intelligence that
evolved over many millennia.

Plus, they do have
extra arms.

Hmm.Mm-hmm.

[ Booth ]
Wow. Would you
look at this place.

Wow. This is so cool.

"U.F.O. Museum Research Center."
Check this out.
Look at those guns.

No way.
Bones, look at this.
Rocketship 7.

Hey, I used to watch that
when I was a little boy.

The Sweetlys,
and there was Mr. Beeper
and Promo the Robot.

Well, the way
this craft is designed,

it could never leave
the Earth's atmosphere.

Hmm. Yeah. But according
to Dave Thomas
on Rocketship 7,

you would go
on adventures
like no other.

You two looking
for aliens?
The name's Blaine Miller.

Not exactly.Oh.

Oh, you're here about that body
they found up at Vinton's place.

We never mentioned
a body, Mr. Miller.

Nothing travels faster
than the speed of light
than gossip in a small town.

[ Radio Static ] Excuse me, sir. Why are
all these radios on?

Oh, well, this is some
of the original equipment...

that picked up the signal
from the craft that landed
right here in Roswell.

Dave,
these are the radios
that heard the aliens.

- [ Dave ] Oh.
- But that's absurd.
Why would she believe you?

Because they travel all the way
to Roswell to believe in aliens,
just like everybody else.

Do you recognize
this woman, Mr. Miller?

Sure. This is
Ursula Lapine.
She's a regular.

She the one
who's dead?

When was the last time
you saw her?Maybe a month ago.

She was having an argument
with another woman. I had
to tell her to keep it down.

And who was this other woman?I don't know.
I never saw her before.

African-American,
good looking, in a suit.

This woman, Ursula,
she live around here?

Outside of town.
She's in one of those
shiny, spaceship-type trailers.

I think
I hear something.

- I think
I hear a spaceship.
- [ Laughing ]

She was serious?

This must be the place.
Spacey-looking trailer.

Oh, one of the windows
is broken.

All right.
Stay behind me, Bones.

[ Bird Screeching ]

- Bones, I think
you need to see this.
- And you need to see this.

- There's blood on it.
- Could've been what
busted her knees.

You got to check this out.

She seems
very thorough.Hmm.

[ Booth ]
The word "loony"
come to mind?

This is a remarkably
well-researched wall
for a crazerita.

Crazerita's right.
How about this here? Look.
Check this out, huh?

- Something was taken.
- Maybe that's why
Ursula was killed.

Well, the cinder block
was obviously used
in an assault.

We have
to analyze the blood.You know what?

Maybe we can pull a print
off the block like this.

[ Blowing ]

All right. Watch this.

This--

That... is magic.

Science.

Did you have any luck?
Was the data damaged?

A bit. There might still be
a few corrupted frames.

So it's video.Yeah, but I think
it's gonna play.

[ Beeping ]

[ Angela ]
Oh, my God.
Is that what I think it is?

- And are those--
- No.

Impossible.
This was doctored.

No, it isn't.

This was verified
by the scanning software
at a pixel level.

Are you saying our victim
might have stumbled on
a real U.F.O.?

So assuming that the figures
in the hazmat suits
are of average height,

then this structure here
must be about four
to five meters tall.

- Why is the ground glowing?
- The light seems to be emitting
from a spilled liquid.

U.F.O. fuel.Uh--

What are those two
humanoid shapes there...

between the hazmat-suited
humans and the craft?

Well, look, I'm gonna keep
working on this footage,

but you guys have to admit
that this makes the hairs
on your arm stand on end, right?

The hairs on my arm
are not reacting in any way.

But thanks, Angela.
It's not a spaceship.

If it smells like a duck,
walks like a duck,
quacks like a duck--

But then it would be a duck,
not a spaceship,
so your point escapes me.

It's just a metaphor--Have you decided
to let me go?

We have a few more questions.
You ever been out to
Ursula Lapine's trailer?

- No.
- Oh. We have evidence
that you're lying.

- Yep. You fell
into that one, Delmy.
- We have your fingerprints...

on a cinder block
that was used
to break into her trailer.

- Also, blood.
- And you took
something off her wall.

If I give it to you,
will you drop the trespassing
charges and let me go?

If you don't hand it over,
I'll just charge you
with obstructing justice,

and he'll charge you
with interfering
with a federal investigation...

and maybe even murder,
and you will pray
for the good ol' days...

where all you were
worrying about...

were those silly
little trespassing
and burglary charges.

I find he's very useful
in certain situations.Very useful.

So, gonna hand 'em over?

Ooh.

Holy cow.

Pay dirt.[ Brennan ]
Whoa.

[ Bonds ]
I got to get better
at frisking.

Wait a minute.
This is Ursula with Marvin.

I'm gonna need a copy
for my article--

"U.F.O.-obsessed Woman
Dies in Alien Encounter."

[ Beeps ]So the swab from the victim's
damaged patellas...

show traces of sediment,
but it's not cement.

So what hit her knees
wasn't cinder block?

No, the sediment is gypsum,
dating back to the Pleistocene
and Holocene eras.

It's probably from
the Tularosa or Estancia Basins.

Mexico?Yeah. Northern Mexico is the
closest occurrence of this rock.

Now, here's an interesting
conjunction possibility.

The insecticide
that she was soaked in,
it's called Tres Pasitos.

It's not available
in the United States.

Is it available in Mexico?Readily.

Excellent.

So I took
the information
that you gave me,

and it looks as though
the projectiles first
impacted next to the juncture...

between the frontal
and parietal bones.

So the bearings
entered beneath her chin, then
richocheted around in her skull.

Yeah. That seems
to make the most sense.

But I've never heard
of any projectiles that
would enter at that range...

and not fracture the skull.

Well, what about, like,
slow-moving projectiles?
Maybe a paintball gun?

A little more powerful
than that, but not much.

- Time for lunch.
- Oh.

To prove we're all fine?

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

[ Woman ]
Hey, Doc.

You guys
can hold hands
if you want.

Eat off
each other's plates.

I mean, any and all of that
kind of gooey romanticism
is completely fine by me.

We know, Hodgins.

I'm not really
the public display
kind of guy. [ Chuckles ]

I'm just saying
you don't need
to be afraid or--

There. See?
My head did not explode.

Um, I'm not really okay
with being kissed
when it's not about me.

Sorry. Panicked,
but everything's fine, right?

- Everything's fine.
- Everything's not fine.

This is
a fraught situation.

It's important to face
these things head-on.

Sweets, there's
nothing to face, okay?

I mean, we can see
why you'd think that.

But we're all fine.

I am. I'm-I'm fine.

[ Woman ]
Lance, your order's ready.

Thanks.

[ Breekman ]
Why are we here?

We wanna know what brought
you out here the night
you found Ursula's body.

I told you.
I was out
U.F.O.-spotting.

And I told you I don't believe
in that big of a coincidence.

How long were you
and Ursula lovers?
Go ahead. Take a look.

Oh, my God.

Ursula understood.
Sh-She believed.

My wife
thought I was crazy.

What makes this patch of desert
any different to you than
any other patch of desert?

This is where we were
when we first saw
the lights.

- Where did you see the lights?
- Beyond those hills.

Hot spheres, very clear.

Ursula and I
saw them together.How far?

- Maybe two kilometers.
- That would be Mexico.

We were gonna
check it out together
next time I came through town.

We-- We'd meet
every few weeks.

So you and Ursula
were true believers. Not really.

Ursula--
she was convinced...

that if she could find proof
of alien visitation,
it would make her rich.

What happened
to her, Marvin? Really.

What do you think?

I think she came
out here without me.

Maybe she thought
I wanted half her money.

She maybe saw all the lights
and crossed over,

and they took her
and experimented on her,

and then they dumped Ursula
in the desert...

like the cold,
heartless scientists
that they are.

So the footage was
pretty rough, as you saw.

So I ran an application to
counteract the motion of the
camera with opposite movement.

Then I translated each pixel
of the infrared spectrum...

into a pixel
of the visible color spectrum.

Okay. Let's see it.

[ Beeping ]

Well, that's
a lot more terrestrial
than I expected.

Two tanker trucks.
Some sort of digger.

And this is a hose.
What do you think,
three inches?

That's the source
of the glowing liquid.

But what about
the alien things?

Fremontodendron mexicanum.
It's Mexican flannelbush.

[ Saroyan ]
Weird, glowing liquid
in the Mexican desert.

Hazmat suits.

[ Hodgins ]
Oh! They must've been
dumping chemicals illegally.

[ Saroyan ] Oop. She fell.
That must have been where
she fractured her knees.

[ Hodgins ]
Yeah, but she still
managed to get away.

You guys
see what happened?

She was out
looking for U.F.O.'s,
but found this instead.

- These guys killed her.
- I think I liked this
all better when it was aliens.

So I was able to clarify
the chemiluminescent
signature...

of the materials
being dumped in the video.

Manganese and sodium
borohydride. Used in the
manufacture of batteries.

Can you get a specific
manufacturer from that?

I did. Innatron.

Mexican flannelbush
is on the verge
of extinction, right?

Innatron has a plant
located smack-dab...

in the middle
of the last remaining
flannelbush population--

here in Juarez--
and they use manganese
and sodium borohydride.

Wow.Hmm?

[ Laughing ]For real? Come on.

[ Angela ]
I'm serious.

Dr. Hodgins, I'm kind
of in the middle of--

You were right, Sweets.
Everything is not fine.

[ Sighs ]
It's not fine at all.

This is a good time.

I don't know
if I wanna crawl
into a hole and die or...

run over Wendell and Angela
with a truck.

You know, it's natural
to have those feelings.

I'm a better man than this.

I mean, I--
I wanna be happy for them.
You know? I really do.

Well, it's easier
for us to accept loneliness...

as long as the person
we were once with
is also alone.

And when she finds happiness
with someone else,

oh, man, it's like being
stabbed in the heart.

It's the human condition.

You know, it's why
there are so many movies
and plays and songs and poems.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Art. Art. I get it.
What do I do?

Well, first you need
to figure out
what you want.

I wanna not be filled
with anger...

and-and pain
and resentment.

And I don't wanna
be jealous.

Do you want Angela back?

I don't think you're jealous.

I think that you're grieving
what you've lost.

Grieving?
As in grief?Yes.

Oh, man, the only thing
that cures grief is time,

unless you're recommending
a lot of alcohol.

I can't really
recommend alcohol.

Man, that'd be great
if you could though, right?
[ Chuckling ]

I recommend time.

So just...
smile and act
like a good guy?

You are a good guy.

You know,
there was a time...

that I thought
that Angela and I would
be together forever.

Can I just sit here
for a minute?

Yeah. Take all the time
you need.

There is nothing
in this video...

that indicates
what kind of weapon
was used to kill the victim.

Yeah. It's true.
It doesn't look
like anybody's armed.

Now, I was able to salvage
some of the audio track.

[ Static ]

That's just white noise. Yeah, I know.

But I scrubbed the background
and separated the different
frequencies,

and then I amplified
the resulting file.

[ Woman ] Estoy encargada.
Y si no lo terminas antes
del amanecer, te arrepentirás.

That's Spanish.Yeah, I know. We're gonna
have to get a translator.

No, I was a cop and coroner
in New York City,
so I speak some.

- Can you play that back?
- Estoy encargada.

Y si no lo terminas antes
del amanecer, te arrepentirás.

"I'm in charge. If you
don't get this done before
sunrise, you'll regret it."

Hmm.Yo estoy encargada.

- She's not from Mexico though.
- You can tell that?

The way she says "estoy"
and "arrepentirás."

The Puerto Rican cops
used to make fun of me...

when I pronounced
my Ts and Ps like that.

- So you think that--
- Yeah.

The speaker's
definitely American.

[ Booth ]
Ursula thought she was
filming a U.F.O. crash site?

But she ended up
with footage of an American...

dumping toxic waste
in the Mexican desert.

Rachel Adams. American?

Yes. She's an Innatron executive
in charge of waste management.

She's based
in Juarez, Mexico.

African-American?Yes.

Well, the owner of the diner
said that the victim
was seen arguing...

with an African-American
businesswoman.Huh.

So we put together
a range of weapons which
might fire ball bearings...

at a velocity congruent with
the damage done to the inside
of our victim's skull.

Okay, we have
a paintball gun,

an air rifle, a BB gun
and a P.V.C. pipe zip gun,

each modified to fire
six 17.5-millimeter
ball bearings.

Melons lined with paraffin
and filled with dense
agar gelatin...

which mimics
skull and brain matter.

What's with
the faces?Uh, yeah.

We, um-- Well, I guess...

I kind of got inspired.

- Inspired.
- All right,
goggles, everyone.

Ready?[ Shot Fires ]

[ Ball Bearings Clatter ]All right. Okay.

So the paintball gun
ball bearing didn't have enough
force to get through my skull.

- That's too bad.
- [ Snickers ]

I'm next.Ah-ah.
I'll shoot you.

[ Shot Fires ]

Whoa!

That was way too much damage.

That blew your head
clear off.

I don't know if anyone
should enjoy their work
this much.

Hmm.

You and Dr. Saroyan
are still in the running.

Uh, I got it.

[ Shots Firing ]

Hmm. Not enough force
to kill Dr. Saroyan.

[ Rattling ]Whoa!

Call that thing by my name
one more time-- I dare you.

It was a zip gun.

A perfect,
untraceable cheap weapon.
Easily homemade.

That was fun.

- Boys.
- You got that right.

[ Chuckles ]

Wanna do it again?

I have an appointment,
Agent Booth.

I don't have
to answer your questions.

We follow all of the rules
set forth by the E.P.A....

and environmental
restrictions
in the NAFTA treaty.

- Right. On paper.
- I resent that.

We have witnesses at Roswell
who said that they saw you
arguing with the witness...

on the day
that she was murdered.

Did your witness tell you
what we were arguing about?

[ Clears Throat ] Yo estoy encargada.

Y si no lo terminas
antes del amanecer,
te arrepentirás.

You were trying
to buy video footage
Ursula had taken of you...

illegally dumping toxic waste.

She thought she had
real footage of a U.F.O.,

so unfortunately for you,
she didn't give it up.

I work
for a major corporation...

that's just signed
a billion-dollar deal
with the Mexicans.

You think you can
extradite me?

Take your best shot.

[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

[ Brennan ]
Here comes something. [ Booth ] What's it say?

Okay, it says that Innatron
contracts its waste disposal
to an independent contractor.

Is it owned
by a shell company?Mm-hmm.

Norte Domésticas, yes.Well, you know,
we'll get D.C. on it.

But I'm gonna tell you
right now, I already know
who owns that shell company.

Rachel Adams?Yep.

Innatron pays
the shell company...

hundreds
of thousands of dollars
to get rid of the waste,

and Rachel and her crew, they
just dump it in the desert,
and they pocket the money.

Well, Ursula Lapine
thinks she's photographing
extraterrestrial contact.

They catch her.
She ends up dead.

Well, why would she turn down
the money in the diner,

then agree to meet
out in the desert?

Perhaps that's where they agreed
to swap the video for the money.

I guess.

Oh, you say "I guess,"
but you mean "I don't think so."

Well, Rachel
lives in Juarez.

I mean, she could get herself
an untraceable gun, what,
in, like, 15 minutes?

Instead she shows up
with a homemade zip gun?
That doesn't make sense.

[ Beeping ]Right?

[ Ringing ][ Beeps ]

Hodgins.[ Brennan ]
Hodgins.

- Oh, hey. Dr. Brennan.
- No. Hodgins, it's not me.
It's Booth.

Okay, listen.
Hodgins, could we just
focus on the ball bearings?

- Yeah, what about them?
- Could you trace them
to Innatron?

- No.
- Well, how can
you be so sure?

Because they're obsolete.
They were manufactured
in the '40s and the '50s.

- For what?
- Roller skates, fishing reels,
yo-yos, turntables.

Toys?

Hey, I'm just closing up.
I turned off the grill
about a half an hour ago.

- Oh, we, uh--
- No, we're not here
to eat, Blaine.

Any of these work
back here?

[ Blaine ]
Yeah. The disruptor
from Gamma-Gamma Six.

Why isn't this
solar system working?

'Cause it's 60 years old.
What is with you people?

Well, we, uh--You overheard Rachel
offering Ursula payoff money.

- Didn't you, Blaine?
- What? No, I didn't.

You told us you had
to ask them to keep it down.

How come you don't
interrupt Bones?I'm a gentleman.

How much did--How much did Rachel offer?
Ten grand? Twenty?

But Ursula thought
that she had proof
of alien life.

Now, how much
did she ask for?
A million bucks?

Hey, you can't just
take stuff like that.
You need a warrant.

- Oh, I'll get a warrant.
- Oh, no, no, no.
We don't need a warrant.

We're just playing.
Yeah, like the sign says.

I figure what happens
is you told Ursula
you could get her millions.

- You arranged--
- Yeah, you arranged
to meet out in the desert,

told her to bring the video,
you'd bring the buyer.

- He's trying
to take your credit.
- He's just being talkative.

Can you hand me
those ball bearings there,
will you?

- Look at that.
They seem to fit perfectly.
- Come on, that's just a toy.

You couldn't hurt
a flea with that.

[ Brennan ] Oh! [ Booth ]
Oh!

Yes, that would be
the murder weapon.

Hey, hey, I-I got my rights.You got the right
to shut the hell up, Blaine.

[ Handcuffs Ratchet ]Killing that poor,
crazy woman for her video.

Yeah, by the way, that video,
it was hid down her throat
on a thread of dental floss.

- You moron.
- He is a moron.
You are definitely a moron.

Well, not literally.
Figuratively.

It's very satisfying to use
an insulting colloquialism
even when it isn't accurate.

Right. It's even better
when they resist arrest
and you get to hit them.

I don't know.Yeah, I think so.

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

So, do you feel better?

Being open about
our relationship?Yeah.

Yeah. You bet.You know, it's over
between Hodgins and me.

I mean, you
believe that now, right?

I think everything
is always more complicated
than it looks.

I am telling you, mister,
it's not.

Like Dr. Brennan says,

"No use jumping
to conclusions before
all the evidence is in."

[ Booth ]
Quite a show, huh?

But shouldn't we
be going home?Come on, Bones.

How many times do you get
a chance to check out
a desert sky?

Well, I've been
in the desert many times.

Though usually I'm digging
in the ground, not looking up.

Now's your chance
to look up.

So look up.[ Laughing ]

But it's ridiculous to think
that there's anything
on this planet worth seeing...

which merits crossing
what are literally
astronomical distances.

Maybe aliens
are anthropologists.

Maybe they just wanna study
our religion and sex...

and... love and
our funny languages
and line dancing?

That's
an interesting possibility
I hadn't considered.

Well, living creatures,
they like to reach out,
Bones.

Living creatures
like to reach out
and eat each other.

Oh, so what are
you saying?

That the aliens just
wanna come down here
and drink our spinal fluid?

Well, if the aliens
are advanced enough
to fly faster than light,

then they can probably
make spinal fluid.

Really? You just said
that aliens are nice.

I did not.

You just basically said
that aliens are nice
anthropologists.

I don't think so.You think
that aliens are you.

[ Chuckles ]
You got me.

You know,
I-I'm one of them.

I was sent down
as an advance scout.

[ Laughs ]
I knew it.

No probing.
No probing.

Hey, probing
is a valuable way
to gather information.

We know how you people
like to probe. Right.[ Laughing ]

Did you hear that? [ Insects Buzzing, Chirping ]

[ Buzzing, Chirping Stops ]

What was it?

What's that mean?