All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E19 - The Rocker in the Rinse Cycle (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

They put me in charge
of all of this.

I'm like one of those big shots
on Wall Street, only I deal
with laundry instead of money.

- Wow.
- Not many people know it,

but this is the nerve center
of the entire hotel.

Well, I would've thought
it would be room service.

No way. Proper washing
at this volume...

depends on water quality,
bleach concentration,

time and, of course,
agitation and heat.

Agitation and heat, yeah.
I definitely got that.
[ Chuckles ]

We're gonna be
late for dinner.

I'll push our reservations.
Check this baby out.

Energy plus.

Not only am I washing away
the filth and the fluids that
people get on your hotel sheets,

I'm also on the front line
of the fight against
global warming.

[ Object Thuds ][ Woman ]
What was that?

Foreign object
in the wash barrel.
It happens.

It looks gooey.
Won't it gum up your machine?

- [ Thudding Continues ]
- Whatever it is,
this baby can handle it.

[ Screams ]

Okay. So the only way
the body could've
gotten down here...

is if someone threw it
down the laundry chute.

Well, that would seem
to suggest homicide.Yes, it would.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Is that a new tie?Yeah, yeah. Yes, it is.
You like it?

I'm not sure why you'd want
to wear frolicking cetaceans
around your neck.

Because Catherine got it for me.
Look, they're little dolphins.

The marine biologist?Yeah.
Yeah, it was a present.

Interesting.What do you mean
interesting?

Check this out.
Good luck on the I.D.

Too bad they didn't do him
on the delicate cycle, huh?

Obviously the manufacturers
didn't anticipate human remains.

According to the laundry guy,
the body could've been sittin'
in a pile of dirty sheets...

for two days before
it got thrown into the wash.

Well, the heat in here
would've sped up decomp.

[ Exhales ]
Look out, I'm goin' in.

Judging by the concavity
of the rib end,

the victim was middle-aged.

Dismemberment occurred
postmortem-- most likely
during the spin cycle.

- What's so interesting
about my tie?
- A gift is a social contract.

A basic
anthropological construct.

By giving you the tie,
Catherine has entered into
a social contract with you.

Really?

Fabric softener's
permeated the soft tissue.
Everything's swollen.

Speaking of social contracts,
do you like your gynecologist?

She's extremely competent, yes.
But I don't think
she's accepting new patients.

I thought you were happy
with Dr. Oksenberg.

Listen. Can you two just
save the lady-part discussion
for when I'm not here?

Dr. Oksenberg moved
to California. And I am looking
for a doctor for Michelle.

- She's at that age, you know.
- No, no, no, no.

We are not gonna be discussing
your daughter's sex life.

Because A: She's a good girl.
She doesn't have sex.

And B:
You're touching a dead body.

I don't follow your logic.I'm always touching
a dead body, Seeley.

If I let that be
a barrier to conversation,
I would nev-- Ooh!

Whoa! Oh! Oh-ho!

Okay. Can someone just
please remove the eyeball?

Ooh.
[ Chuckles ]
This is not an eyeball.

Mmm.What is it?

I'll put it this way.
Our victim was male.

Mm-hmm.

Would you rather us go back
to talking about lady parts?

The skeleton
appears to
have suffered...

a great deal
of damage
in the washer.

That wins the understatement
award for today.

[ Brennan ]
It's going to be very difficult
to find cause of death.

If the three pounds of muck
I've got here in the catch
is any indication,

then that washing machine--
it must've been a beast.

Dr. Brennan,
I found something.[ Computer Beeping ]

Right here at the junction
of the maxilla and palatine.

Is it a bullet wound?
What, he was shot?

The hole is a result
of surgery, not a gunshot.
Most likely for oral cancer.

There's also bone degeneration
on the mandible.

Our victim was probably
a cigar smoker. Anything else?

Condom.

Unused. Never mind.

- I also found a number
of fully remodeled fractures.
- [ Beeping ]

Here's one
in the right hamate bone.

It's approximately
three years old.

An injury like this is mostly
typical for professional
baseball players.

The great Tony Peña
suffered a similar fracture.

0 for 11 as
a utility infielder...

before being traded
by the Royals.

To the White Sox, after
successful surgery to
repair his hamate.

Oh, and our all-American Muslim
drives in a run.
Nice one, Arastoo.

- Thank you.
- [ Brennan Clears Throat ]

Uh, I thought our victim
played baseball.
But then I saw these.

A number of mostly repaired
compression fractures
in the tibia and tarsus.

An injury pattern most commonly
sustained by rock climbers.

And these fractures occurred
about a year after
the hamate fracture.

And here's where I go
for the triple because-- [ Beeping ]

Another remodeled fracture,
about a year old,
and to the hyoid.

With an accompanying
micro fracture on the parietal.

Almost certainly indicating
our victim was involved...

in a high-speed collision
while wearing a helmet.

What does this mean?

Rock-climbing, baseball-playing
crash-test dummy?

- [ Device Beeps ]
- Is there a testicle up here?

- Four that I know of.
- [ Chuckles ]

I thought you located them
at the scene.

Just the one that scared Booth.

I've cataloged the loose tissue.

All the victim's organs
and glands are accounted for.

- But the other testicle
seems to have vanished.
- Well, it's not here.

But it does appear
our victim was in the habit
of injuring himself annually...

in a variety of risky behaviors.

- So the guy with one gonad
actually had balls.
- [ Laughs ]

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I've got an appointment.

So you're telling me
I should be looking for...

a cigar-smoking thrill-seeker
missing one of
the family jewels?

- That's correct.
- You know,
stereotypical male behavior,

such as cigar smoking
and risk taking,

could be a form of
overcompensation in a man who
was born with only one testicle.

-I could write up a profile.
-There's no reason to assume the
victim was born without one.

He could just as easily
have lost it in one of
his dangerous pursuits.

If a testicle is
severely twisted or degloved,

it almost always
necessitates removal.

- I-In the case
of penetrating trauma--
- No. No.

D-Do-- Do you think we can
go 20 minutes on this case
without talking about testicles?

- Please.
- Okay.

Great.

Booth has made a social contract
with a marine biologist.[ Chuckles ]

Sorry?It's amazing.

You go from injured testicles
to the woman I'm dating.

And you, you're supposed to say,
"Oh, that's interesting"
in a very annoying way.

- It was a logical transition.
- But it is very interesting.

Booth and I are friends.
Catherine is an intelligent,
attractive woman.

And I'm intrigued by
their developing relationship.

Yeah, that's nice, I think.

- Yeah, I think it is nice.
- Thank you, Bones.

- [ Chuckles ]
- Wow. You two seem to be
handling dating very well.

I'm impressed.

Well, you've known me
for two years, Sweets.

You should expect
to be impressed by me.

You were board certified
in '99?

That is correct.

And you did a fellowship
at Vanderbilt in--

Reproductive endocrinology.

Boy, you really did
your research.

You were recommended
by Dr. Oksenberg.

But I wanted to make sure
this is the right fit.

Oh, yeah. No. Of course.

Do you consider yourself
easy to talk to,

especially about
delicate topics,

like... someone's
first time having sex?

Um, their first time
with a new partner?

No, their first time--
losing their virginity.

Oh.

Well, uh, yes, of course.
I-I-I'd be very sensitive
with that topic.

Um, especially if the delay
in sexual maturity was due
to some sort of trauma...

or negative conditioning.Trauma? My God.

Uh, why would you
bring up trauma?

Well, when an adult woman,
such as yourself,

forgoes sexual activity,
there are often
deeper issues at play.

- [ Chuckling ]
- What?

There's been
a misunderstanding here.

I'm looking for a gynecologist
for my daughter, who's 16.

Oh, great.

I mean, yeah.
That just makes more sense.

- Um--
[ Chuckles ]
- [ Laughs ]

I deal with a lot of teenagers,
and they feel very comfortable
with me...

because they know they're free
to speak about anything.

- And it will
remain confidential.
- Excellent.

Well, obviously
you're respectful
and highly qualified.

- I think this'll work.
- I'm glad.

You and your husband
can feel confident...

that I will treat your daughter
with the utmost care
and consideration.

Thank you.

Actually, I, um,
don't have a husband.

Michelle's my adoptive daughter.

Oh, I see.

So, thank you, Dr. Lidner.

Uh, Paul, please.
You could--
Just call me Paul.

Paul.

You have something for me?Yep, fingernails.

I don't think they're gonna
help with the I.D.

I also have clothing remnants,
mostly denim, a chain--

also most likely
part of the victim's apparel--

some pieces of molded
silicone elastomer.

- The missing testicle.
- Oh, God.

It's a prosthetic one.
They're made of a silicone shell
and filled with saline.

Obviously this has suffered
a lot of damage in the wash.

But if we can get
a serial number off this,
we can get an I.D.

[ Whimpers ]

Okay, I photographed each piece
of the silicone elastomer,

and I used the photos
to reassemble
a virtual prosthetic.

Well, the serial numbers
were pretty worn
from the washing machine.

Yeah. Hopefully by
looking at the image under
different color filters,

we can at least
get some of the digits.

You know,
I have to say that this whole
"finding I.D. by testicle"...

definitely beats
facial reconstructions.

Does that prosthetic seem
overly large to you?

Well, it--
it isn't to scale, Cam.

Guess it's been a while.

[ Angela ]
Okay. I got
the serial number for you.

I'll get it to Booth.

It's pretty big.

[ Booth ] Richard Cole--
42, single. Commercial
real estate developer.

Left his entire fortune
to the American Cancer Society.

So that rules out
financial motive.

- Researchers can be ruthless.
- Yeah, look at this.

This article he did last spring
in Cigar Connoisseur.

He had oral cancer.
He shouldn't have smoked.

That is not his biggest
problem right now.

He talks about
going to fantasy camps
every year for his birthday.

- Fantasy camps?
- They're expensive camps...

where grown-ups, they get
to pretend to be, you know,

race car drivers, uh,
professional ball players,
pretty much anything.

That would explain
the yearly injuries.

You could easily
crush a testicle at rodeo camp.

Look what's going on
this week at the hotel.

- God, I wish I had enough money
for this one.
- Why? What is it?

Did you ever dream about
jamming with your favorite
musical heroes...

or playing gigs in front of
throngs of screaming fans?

Well, please join us...

at the one and only
fantasy camp...

created by the legendary
music manager and promoter,

me, Simon Graham.

- Music camp?
- That's not music. That's
rock and roll, baby. Yeah.

[ Cackles ]

According
to Cole's lawyer,

he was trying to buy
a property that Simon Graham
didn't want him to have.

You think Graham murdered Cole
to safeguard some property?

It's possible.
But don't say
that Cole is dead.

I don't want
anybody panicking
or trying to flee the scene.

I was a very big fan
of Toad the Wet Sprocket.

You might wanna
keep that to yourself.
Now don't get overwhelmed.

It's gonna be very loud
in here and--

[ Man ]
So are you going to
the seminar on string height?

I have a class
on tone control then.Ah, that's great.

[ Booth ]
They're all in line.
They're not even pushing.

This is not
my rock-and-roll fantasy.

Oh, no, this can't be right.
Rock and roll is not
about seminars.

Come on, people.
Does anybody
remember laughter?

Hey, I remember.
Zeppelin, man.

Dude, you can lose
the tie around here.

Well, he likes it.
It's a gift from a woman.Hey.

F.B.I. Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

- Hacker get you anything?
- A subscription to
Lapham's Quarterly.

- Sexy.
- Can I help you guys
with something?

I really don't want
to be late for class. I paid
a fortune to be at this camp.

- Yeah, we're looking
for Simon Graham.
- I think he's near the stage.

- Walk this way.
- Aerosmith.

Hey, you know your music.
This is Bebe. I'm Gino.

- Is somethin' wrong?
- It's about one of your
camp mates-- Richard Cole.

Cole? He hasn't been around
for a couple of days.

- He probably got tired
of fighting with Simon.
- Really?

- ♪♪ [ Rock Guitar Riff ]
- [ Man ]
Boys and Girls, Erik Dalton!

Simon's in there.
Erik Dalton is
starting his workshop.

What? Erik Dalton is here?

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Bones,
this is more like it.

Booth.Just give me
a minute, huh?

Booth. Booth.

Yeah!

Shouldn't we try
to talk to Simon?

Booth?

- [ Electricity Crackles ]
- [ Woman ]
I love you, Erik!

Whoa, whoa!

Who unplugged me?
No one unplugs me!

- He's right.
No one unplugs Erik Dalton.
- Well, apparently I do.

- It was the only way
to get your attention.
- Get her outta here, Simon!

You're yelling
unnecessarily.

Probably due to hearing loss
from the music you play.

-What do you think you're doing?
-Okay, listen.
Simon Graham, F.B.I.

We just have to ask you
a few questions
about Richard Cole.

Richard Cole?
What the hell is this?
I'm running a business here!

I understand.
It's not gonna take long.
Dude, I'm really sorry. Here.

[ Man ]
Who cares about Cole?

♪♪ [ Rock ]

[ Gino ]
Yeah!

♪♪ [ Ends ]

I've identified 83 injuries
to the skeleton...

that occurred either
at the time of death
or in the washing machine.

I can't tell which.So no cause of death?

Not without evidence
from hemorrhagic staining.

And these remains
went through a wash cycle
with industrial-strength bleach.

I was pitchin' a no-hitter,
and now I can't find the plate.

This baseball thing--
were you allowed to play?

No. The Koran
strictly forbids baseball,
lacrosse, of course,

and board games
with hungry hippos.

That's a yes, with an additional
comment on my ignorance.

I was a state all-star in
high school. I even got scouted
by a couple of farm teams.

- No way.
- Yeah. I still play
on the weekends.

My mosque is in a league.
We play against churches
and synagogues.

Wow.You should
join us sometime.

Oh, come on. I can't be
on an all-Muslim team.
I'm a lapsed Episcopalian.

No, every team
has a few ringers. The Jews
have a Unitarian batting .400.

Really? Huh.

Never tried to beat
the infidels before.

[ Chuckles ]
As long as you find something
in your washer goop...

that helps me
determine cause of death,
you could play shortstop.

You're on.

Hey, is it, uh--
is it true that
Simon Graham's here?

Yeah, he's in
the conference room.Okay.

I can provide
a valuable insight,
Agent Booth.

Th-The man practically
invented a rock subculture.

You need me.You just want to meet him.

There's a little of that, yes.
But I'll be professional.
You know I'm a good profiler.

Okay. Professional.[ Exhales ]
Yes. Sure.

Okay. You know how many
seminal rock concert tours
he's managed?

Yeah. The guy's a god.
But maybe a murdering god. So
use your ears, not your mouth.

Just listen.
You understand?Yeah.

The camp is for people
who love music,

not wannabes in designer jeans,
fancy guitars they never touch.

Are you describing
Richard Cole?

Well, he's the idiot
that wanted me to turn him
into Jimmy Page...

when the only guitar
that he ever played
came from a video game.

That would offend you.

That's a personal affront
to someone who's
dedicated their life...

to nurturing real musicians.

- Well, shouldn't it?
- What can you tell me
about The Stockyard?

Oh, it's a famous rock club
in downtown Baltimore.

All the greats
used to play there. Mr. Graham
used to run it in the '80s.

You weren't asking me. Sorry.

Once Cole's deal went through,
he was gonna tear it down,
wasn't he?

[ Sweets ] That's why you
and Cole were fighting, right?Yeah. We settled that though.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, Cole said...

that he'd leave the club alone
if I let him do one song...

with Erik Dalton
at the "end of camp" night.

Erik Dalton's
one of your guests?

- Erik Dalton's
one of your guest stars?
- He blackmailed you.

So did you agree
to let Cole play with Dalton?

Well, yeah.
I mean, it's The Stockyard
we're talking about.

- Well, how'd Dalton
feel about that?
- How do you think he felt?

- Listen, guys. Do you mind
if I go back to work?
- Sure.

Yeah. One quick question.
Bar fight, who wins--

Prince and New Power Generation
or Korn?

[ Inhales Deeply, Exhales ]

Never mess with Prince.

Never mess with Prince.[ Exhales ]

Honestly, I think
you'll like Dr. Lidner.

And you should have
someone else to talk to,

especially if there's anything--

anything you'd prefer
I didn't know about.

I told you, Perry and I
are not having sex.

I know. And I believe you.
But you're growing up.

Your body--
it's a woman's body now,
not a child's.

And you should treat it
like a woman.

And I'm gonna stop talking now.[ Chuckles ]

It's no big deal, Cam.
It's just a doctor.

I know. It just means
you're growing up, for real.

And you don't quite know
how to handle that.

What? No. Yeah, kind of.

But I will. We will. Right?
I mean, you don't--[ Scoffs ]

know how to handle me either.

Do you? 'Cause that would
be embarrassing.

- We're fine, Cam.
- Because you and Perry
aren't having sex, right?

Okay. Okay.

Fry?[ Chuckles ]

How's it goin'?[ Sighs ] Dr. Brennan's
waiting for cause of death.

At this rate,
I'm gonna be John Gochnauer.

Okay, boys. I'll bite.
Who is John Gochnauer?

The worst major league
baseball player ever.

Cleveland Indians.
.187 batting average,

zero home runs
and 146 errors.

- Well, is that bad?
- Yeah. It's
incomprehensibly bad. Here.

This might help. I found it
in the washing machine catch.

- What is it?
- Well, it's bone,
so it's your department.

Crosshatching.
It may be bone,
but it isn't human.

[ Hodgins ]
Well, then what is it?

- It can't be.
- What can't it be?

It's a piece of bone--
tusk actually--

from a-- a woolly mammoth.

There was a prehistoric elephant
in the washer with him?

What are you, nuts?No.

It has Schreger lines
on the grain.
It's a woolly mammoth.

But no help to me.

I wouldn't be
so sure about that.

See how
this top edge curves?

If the curve continued--

And then down here,
before it got worn away in
the washer, there was a point--

A guitar pick.Exactly.

Wait. Why would someone
want a guitar pick made of
an extinct prehistoric mammal?

Well, according to my dad,
guitarists have this thing
about their picks.

Different materials
make different sounds.

Brian May uses
an English penny.

My dad uses
a Nicaraguan córdoba.

Some guys use tortoise shells
or a shark's tooth.

Do you know
of any famous guitarists
who use woolly mammoth picks?

Erik Dalton.

Mr. Dalton's pick ended up
in the washing machine
with a dead body.

That poses
some serious questions,
don't you think?

Yes, I do.

And Dalton isn't exactly known
for keeping his cool.

Check out this video
from a concert in Australia
two years ago.

♪♪ [ Rock ]

♪♪ [ Discordant ][ Grunts ]

[ Hodgins ]
This guy's got
a seriously short fuse.

- ♪♪ [ Strumming ]
- So Richard Cole
stopped showing up...

for his private rehearsals
with you, and you don't notice?

You kidding?
I was thrilled. I was sick
of kissing that guy's ass.

What are you doing, baby?
Can I help you with something?

You have no expertise that
would be of value to me.

I wouldn't be so sure.
Why don't you come
sit next to me?

Excuse me. I really like
your music. Doesn't mean
I'm not gonna clock you.

Let's just focus.
So Simon Graham-- he pays you
a boatload of money,

and you still treat
the campers like crap?

Guy's a poser, dude.
I got stuck with an ass-hat...

couldn't even play rhythm
for Toad the Wet Sprocket.

- Oh, I love them.
- Mmm.

Suddenly the inside of my pants
isn't such a happy place.

Personally, I find your music
discordant and irritating.

Rather reminiscent
of Muruwari death wailing
in its capacity to annoy.

So maybe Cole pisses you off.
Throw in a little coke
in the mix.

And you lose control.
I mean, it's not like
it hasn't happened before.

Hey, man,
I've been clean for two years.

I even do yoga.
And that hurts.

Booth?Yeah.

This splintering is fresh.
Something hit the side
of this table quite hard.

And there are scuff marks
on the wall beside it that
could indicate a struggle.

- Was there a fight
in this room?
- A party.

I had some campers over
Tuesday night. Gives 'em
a story to tell their friends.

- There's blood on the carpet.
- Ooh.

I don't know
anything about that.
When things got wild, I left.

Caught a cab across town
and spent some quality time
with a girlfriend.

Well, I'm gonna need
that girlfriend's
name and number.

- And I'm gonna
need this carpet.
- Sure.

Hey, how'd it go?Fine.

You really didn't need
to come with me.

Well, I just
wanted to make sure
you were comfortable.

Sure. He's cool.
Easy to talk to.

Good.
That's excellent.

Uh, excuse me, Dr. Saroyan.
Um, do you have a minute?

- Couple of
insurance questions is all.
- Sure.

I'll be back in a minute.

Is there a problem
with Michelle?No, no, no, no. She's great.

In perfect health.

And she spoke to you
about things.

Confidential things, yeah.

I can tell you
she's a wonderful girl.

But that's not why
I wanted to talk to you.

Right. Insurance.

Uh, not about
insurance either. No.

- Now I'm stumped.
- [ Chuckles ]

Um, I just thought--

Would it be weird
if I asked you to, uh,
go out with me sometime?

Ye-- Yes. That--
That, uh, would be weird.

- Of course. Very weird.
- Yeah, right? It is weird.

Totally. Totally weird.

But, um,
I would say yes.

Really?

That's great.

Does that mean
you're asking?

- [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me.

- Work. I've gotta go.
- Oh, I-- I am though.

- What?
- Asking.

- I'll call you?
- I would like that.

So we know
that the micro fractures
radiate out of each trauma site.

These micro fractures expand
until they run into
other radiating fractures...

which were created
by earlier trauma wounds.

Now the trick
is to separate out
those points of trauma...

where the radiating
micro fractures
just keep going...

because there were
no earlier fractures
to cross paths with.

In this way, we can identify
the perimortem fractures...

and therefore determine that
the cause of death was trauma
to the skull and chest cavity.

Cole was beaten to death.
Excellent work.

- Thank you. And Angela,
of course. Double play, right?
- Yeah.

I assume you were
talking about baseball again.

- Although I have no idea why.
- Well, it's baseball season,
sweetie.

This is when boys
like to hit balls with sticks
when the snow melts.

I don't know why.

Oh. Well, what about
the murder weapon?

I'm gonna make castings
of the pertinent injuries.

I'm making him 3-D scans
so he can focus on all
the unremodeled fractures.

Sweets would probably say
that the need to hit balls
with a large stick...

shows that you're insecure
with your manhood.

- I can assure you--
- I think it's probably
just enjoyable to hit things.

[ Chuckles ]

Erik Dalton's hotel room's
a good bet for the murder scene.
We found two sets of D.N.A.

So, two people
bled on this carpet?Yes.

The first set of D.N.A.
belonged to our victim.

Perhaps the second set
belongs to our killer.

I found traces of Klonopin
in the mystery blood.

Which means whoever
it belongs to either has
a panic disorder or epilepsy.

We should cross-reference
the list of campers with
the prescription drug database.

Booth seems to like Catherine,
don't you think?

I do. I'm glad.
It's been a long time
since he's dated anyone.

I know. It's important
for Booth to share his life.

- I prefer being alone.
- But you're seeing Hacker.

Yes. And I like him.
But not like Booth.

I mean, not like Booth
wants to like someone.

All organisms evolve
and develop along patterns
only recognized in retrospect.

Your life doesn't exist
outside the laws of nature.

Then, in ignorance,
I await my own surprise.

Although the odds of it
involving a commitment
to another person are remote.

I never thought
I'd be dating now.
Yet I am.

- You met someone.
- I think so.

- We're gonna have lunch.
- It's been quite a while
for you.

- And thanks
for pointing that out.
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Beeps ]Booth wants me to
meet him at the hotel.

Go. I'll call you
if I get a hit on the Klonopin.

[ Exhales ]

♪♪ [ Rock ]

[ Chattering ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

All right now.
Reverse all the chords.Yeah, yeah.

Booth?

B-Booth, I'm not sure
this is a worthwhile use
of our time.

Why? We're still waiting
for an I.D. on the blood.

- Come on.
We got a few minutes to spare.
- This is pathetic, Booth.

Pretending to be
something you're not.
It's dilettante camp.

What if this was, like,
Anthropology Fantasy Camp...

and you got to meet--
I don't know--
uh, Margaret Mead?

- She's dead.
- Who would you wanna meet?

- Me.
- You?

Yes. If I were an anthropology
enthusiast, I'd want to go
to fantasy camp to meet me.

Come on, Bones. Play along.
It's Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp.

♪♪ [ "Hot Blooded" Intro ]It's cool, right?

You hear that?
That is our song!
Remember? "Hot Blooded."

The last time
we sang this song, Booth,
someone tried to kill you.

Yeah, but it was fun
up until the blast, right?
Come on!

♪ I'm ♪

♪ I'm hot blooded
Check it and see ♪

- Wait a second.
You play the guitar?
- Well, I play the akonting,

the folk lute
of the Jola tribe.

But the guitar
is not dissimilar.

♪ Well, I'm ♪

♪ Hot blooded
Check it and see ♪

♪ I've got a fever
of a hundred and three ♪

♪ Come on, baby
you can do more than dance ♪

♪ I'm hot blooded
Hot blooded ♪

Cam got an I.D. from the other
blood found in the hotel room.

Fred Keaton.
He's also registered here
as a camper.

[ Cheering ]

All right.
One more verse.

♪ Well, I'm hot blooded
Check it and see ♪

♪ I've got a fever
of a hundred and three ♪

♪ Come on, baby
you can do more than dance ♪

♪ Hot blooded
Hot blooded ♪♪

Ooh!

I didn't do anything.

You took off from fantasy camp.
You disappear and you end up
hiding out in some cheap motel?

- I wasn't hiding.
- We know you
and Richard Cole...

had a fight
in Erik Dalton's hotel room.

Your blood is
on the carpet with his.

- He had it comin', okay?
- And what was the fight about?

I told him I was still hoping
to be discovered.

I know it's ridiculous,
but I've spent years
in my garage playing.

And I'm good.
It could happen, right?

- Just keep goin'.
- Last Monday,

we had a jam night at camp.

This guy came up to me,
told me he's with Rolling Stone.

Told me my guitar playing
is amazing.

He's gonna include me
in an article called...

"The 100 Best Guitarists
You've Never Heard Of."

- Oh, that sounds like
a good thing.
- Sounds too good, I'm guessin'.

Then these girls come up,
told me I'm gonna be a star.

Asked if they could
keep me company
for a few hours.

Wh-What for?Sex, Bones.

- Oh. Quite a lucky night
for you.
- It was a prank.

He was messing with you,
wasn't he?How was I supposed to know?

I called my wife,
told her I wanted
to take a break.

Then at Erik Dalton's party,
Cole starts laughing.

He tells me
the journalist was an actor.

And the groupies were--Professionals.

Rich bastard ruined my life.

- Excellent motive for murder.
- What are you talkin' about?

Richard Cole is dead.
I'm thinkin' you killed him
and took off.

No. I left
to do damage control.

My wife won't even
let me in the front door.
She wouldn't even talk to me.

Look, I have no idea
who killed Cole.

But what he did to me,
he deserved it.

Angela scanned the castings
I made of the fatal injuries...

so we can get a better sense
of the murder weapon.

And I cleaned up the edges,
and these are the shapes
that caused the injury.

Cam said
the blood spatter analysis...

didn't show any
drag marks on the carpet
from Dalton's hotel room.

Hmm. Which means that Cole
wasn't killed there.

No two of the injuries
share the same
impact surface area.

I know. So it appears the guy
was hit with various weapons
that were each used once.

Or he was hit multiple times
by a weapon with a variety
of surface shapes.

Well, you know,
this could be a tailpiece.

- A what?
- And-- And that
could be a tremolo arm.

Which means that
those lines are from strings.

Wait a minute.
Our victim was
beaten to death with a guitar?

I've actually seen this before.
Solid-body guitars
can prove quite lethal.

There have to be
over 50 guitars
at that fantasy camp.

Without cause,
we can't get warrants
for all of them.

Yeah, but that shape.

The-- The bottom is too curved
to be a Tele or a Strat.

It's not an SG because
the tailpiece wraps around,

and then there's the distance
to the jack plate.

I think we're looking for
a '57 Gibson Les Paul.

That is so hot
that you know that.

Interesting.
It's-- It's interesting.

Well, it's not like
I know every guitar, but
I do know the expensive ones.

- How expensive?
- I'd say our victim...

was beaten to death by about
a quarter of a million dollars.

And then,
after a perfectly nice evening,

I could tell he didn't even
want to shake my hand.

He looked positively pained.

He's a science professor.No, associate professor.

Oh.People get weird
when they find out...

that I handle
dead people all day.

- Now I just say
I'm an insurance underwriter.
- Oh, good one.

Mm-hmm.I'm an accountant.

No.Oh, yeah.

No one wants to talk about work
with an accountant--

or an insurance underwriter.

Except other accountants
or underwriters.

Mmm.
[ Chuckles ]

So, do we share
any other great deceptions?

Um, I can make a coin disappear
and come outta your ear.

Ooh, I hate magic.
I'm sorry.

Ah. Yeah. Me too.

But that always worked
for my Uncle Dave.

Of course,
he was in a nursing home.

Am I smiling like a fool?

'Cause that
would be embarrassing.

Ah. Well, you look
beautiful embarrassed.

Then I'll keep smiling.

I should get back
to the office.

And I have a murder to solve.[ Clears Throat ]

Oh, right.

Um, what do you say
we catch a movie on the weekend?Yeah.

I'll see
what my parental duties are
and give you a call?

Sounds good.

Okay.

Remember that Simon told us
that Cole showed up at camp
with a fancy guitar?

Yeah, he wasn't kidding.
A '57 Gibson Les Paul?

Yeah, well, it disappeared
at the same time that Cole did.

Think he was killed
for his guitar?

All we know is
he was killed withhis guitar.

[ Sighs ]
With a '57 Gibson Les Paul.

That's like whacking someone
with the Mona Lisa.

I got agents checking out
dealers in the area,
see if anyone tried to sell it.

Unless the killer
destroyed it.

Killing something like that
would be like killing
Altamont...

or "It Smells Like Teen Spirit."

You know, the guitar
has long been recognized...

as an unconscious symbol
of copulation.

The, uh, head and the shaft are
phallic, the body feminine.

Maybe our killer was acting
out of sexual confusion.

Or maybe someone
just wanted the guitar. [ Cell Phone Rings ]

[ Brennan ]
Mm-hmm.Wouldn't you?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Look at this.
I got a hit.

Dealer in D.C.
got the guitar.

Said it was
brought in by a woman
with a pierced eyebrow.

♪♪ [ Strumming ]

Whatever.
Jimi Hendrix choked to death
on his own vomit.

The autopsy
was inconsistent.

And Hendrix's manager
confessed to shoving pills
and red wine down his throat,

hoping to cash in
on an insurance policy.

- Wow. You really know
your rock-and-roll deaths.
- Hi again. Yeah, I guess I do.

- We need you to come with us.
- What for?

We have some
unanswered questions
about Kurt Cobain's death.

We thought maybe you could
give us some insight.

- Seriously?
- I believe he was being ironic.

But if you do have information
about this Cobain person,

I'm sure the F.B.I.
would appreciate that too.

Thanks, Bones.

Cole is dead.

I thought he was just missing.

That why you thought you'd get
away with selling his quarter-
of-a-million-dollar guitar?

How much? That dealer
totally ripped me off.

Just stay on topic,
all right?Okay.

After Dalton's party,
I snuck into Cole's room
and took the guitar.

It was sitting on the stand,
all polished.

He usually kept it filthy.
I don't know why he suddenly
gave a crap about it.

- How'd you get in?
- Had a key.

We hooked up
the first night of camp.

You know, after all
the loser musicians I've dated,

I thought I'd finally met
a decent guy, but--
[ Scoffs ]

What happened?

Cole told me that he was
planning on sleeping with
every woman at camp...

as part of his own
"rock-and-roll fantasy."

He thanked me for being
such low-hanging fruit.

So you killed him
and you stole his guitar.

He was a poser.
He didn't deserve that guitar.

Look, I know it was wrong
to take it. But I swear to God,
I didn't kill him.

I believe her.Me too.

Too bad she's goin' to prison
for grand theft.

Then who killed Cole?

Well, everything
that you've learned
about the victim, uh,

indicates that
he was only interested
in the external signifiers...

of the rock-and-roll lifestyle,
correct?

Yes. The clothes,
the instruments,
the groupers.

- Groupies, Bones.
- Well, groupers
would be more logical.

Male groupers have harems
of multiple females.

If you enter into
a social contract...

with a marine biologist,
you should know these things.

A fish can't play the guitar.

- Apparently neither could Cole.
- You don't have to
keep bringing up Catherine.

You're welcome
to bring up Andrew.

I have an opinion on motive,
if anyone's interested.

Right.Okay.
To a true music fan,

the fact that Richard Cole was
playing the ultimate guitar...

would be sacrilegious,
profane even.

And the fact that the killer
put it back in Cole's room,
rather than destroy it,

further demonstrates
his reverence for rock and roll.

So you're saying
that the music is the motive?

I know it's wrong,

but I am liking our killer
better than our victim.

Mmm.

Wow. This is gorgeous.

[ Sighs ]
I wish my dad was here.

No prints other than
those of the dealer.

The killer did
an excellent cleaning job.

Take it apart.
See if he missed
anything.

Okay. I'm--
I'm not gonna watch that.

I'll do it
in the "ooky room."

Arastoo,
a little help here.

Will you excuse me?

Dr. Lidner left
a message at the house.

Was there anything wrong
with your tests?No.

Oh, that. Yes.
I was gonna tell you.

You're dating
my gynecologist?

It wasn't my fault.
It just happened.

[ Gasps ]
What?

Think about what you'd say
if I said that to you.

I'd ground you.

I'm sorry. We had lunch.
We liked each other.

That's all.
And that was wrong.
Very, very wrong.

Is that why you sent me to him,
so you could get a date?

I know you haven't seen anyone
since I've been living with you.

No. He's a good doctor.
That's all.

- Who just happens to be cute?
- Yes! No. God.

Why didn't you tell me?
Don't you trust me?

You have to sneak around
behind my back?

No. Wait.
How did we switch roles here?

I can't go back to him now.
That would be extremely skeevy.

We just had lunch, I swear.
I will never see him again.
I promise.

- Yes, you will.
- What?

You've been so focused
on being a good mother...

that you've totally
ignored yourself.

You know what kind of pressure
that puts on me?

- No, I-- I didn't realize.
- You need a life, for my sake.

But don't sneak around
behind my back.

You two seem like a good fit.
Have a little fun.

But don't go too fast.
You're out of practice.

- Excuse me?
- I thought
you believed in honesty.

Oh-- All right.
I'll go slow.

Very, very slow.

And find me a new doctor.
A woman.

Sure. Right away.

- I've gotta get back to school.
- Okay.

[ Sighs ]Love you.

Love you too.

What do you have, Dr. Hodgins?
Anything? A walk? A single?
Don't strike out, please.

Mr. Vaziri, your obsession
with sport will no doubt
diminish your mental acuity.

On the contrary, Dr. Brennan.
Baseball's a game built
on mathematical certainty,

the physics of force
and velocity,

as well as its
anthropological significance...

as being one of
the unifying cultural
traditions for Americans.

Hmm.Intellectually,
it's quite stimulating.

And, uh,
I like swinging a bat.

- Okay, this fret is cracked.
- What, from impact?

No, no. The cracks are tiny.

You know, every fret in
the lower register is cracked.

- The guitar is old.
- Yeah, but that doesn't matter.

This is from chlorine.
See, the frets
are made out of nickel,

and nickel reacts like this
when exposed to chlorine.

There's a rooftop pool
at the hotel.

If Cole was murdered there,
the killer might've cleaned
the guitar with pure chlorine.

That's why it was so clean
when Bebe stole it.

Well, the strings are made out
of nickel too, aren't they?

Yeah. But they're brand-new.
I mean, there's no cracking.

The killer must've known he
couldn't get all the blood off,
so he didn't even try.

If the killer
restrung the guitar, then maybe
he left us a little present.

Bingo.

Is that a hair?

Yes. Yes, it is.

- Purple.
- I think I know whose that is.

Someone who would kill
to play with Erik Dalton.

I believe we would
call this a home run.

[ Footsteps Departing ]

♪♪ [ Rock ]

Guess what kind of pick
Bebe said Gino uses.

Woolly mammoth?

[ Man ]
Yeah, rock and roll!

♪♪ [ Ends ]Whoo!

- [ Cheering ]
- [ Gino ]
Come on! You love it!

Yeah! Whoo!

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

I couldn't let
that poser play with him.
Go ahead, man.

- It was worth it.
- I'm sure it was.

Whoo!Come on.

[ Woman ]
What are you doing? Feds busted Gino, man.

[ Man ]
What's up, Gino? [ People Shouting ]

Our killer plays a mean guitar.

I'm sure that they have
a band in prison for him.

You're a very good singer.Thank you, Bones.

And you-- you play the guitar
in a very interesting fashion.

I know.You know?

Does Catherine play?

I don't know.
I've only been out
with her twice, Bones.

Last night,
Andrew gave me a CD
with music he likes.

Mix tape.
Talk about a social contract.

- That's what I surmised.
- Hmm.

Our partnership
is so important to me.

- You know that, right?
- Sure.

Yeah.

You die for your partner.
That's the way I look at it.

I liked Andrew's taste in music,
except for a band
called Led Zeppelin.

- Except for a band
called Led Zeppelin?
- Yes.

Well-- Led Zeppelin
is, like, the best
rock-and-roll band ever.

They had a reunion tour
in '07 in London. I would've
killed for those tickets.

Really?
My publisher offered me tickets.

But when I heard "Zeppelin,"
I thought it was for
some sort of air show.

Air show?
You turned down
what probably was...

the last concert
that Zeppelin would ever play?

- Are you gonna kill me?
- You're unbelievable!

What?
It's just a band, Booth.

It's not just a band, okay?
This is Led Zeppelin.

You know what?
I am your partner.

You offer your partner
those kind of things.

I didn't know that.Offer your partner
the tickets.

What's that mean?