All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S07E08 - The Bump in the Road (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Cooing ]

Ooh. She winked at me.

She probably
has something in her eye.
Do you have the shopping list?

Yeah. I have the shopping list
right there.

Why do you have to be like that?
She could've winked at me.

She's six weeks old, Booth.

She's developmentally
incapable of making
the decision to wink at you.

She could be just like you.

You know, brilliant and...
crazy about me.

Hah. Hey,
that was a good one.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
See that?
Mommy winked too.

Okay. I have packed
extra Onesies,
a sweater.

- I have infant sunscreen
if they take her outside.
- Bones, she's gonna be fine.

Jeffersonian's got one of
the best day care centers
in the country.

Logically,
I know that's true.

But for some reason,
I'm still anxious.

You know, because
you're her mom, right?

It's her first day at day care
and your first day back at work.
You're gonna miss her.

Well, I'll see her
in a few hours.

Do you have
organic baby wipes
on your list?

Yes, I have organic baby wipes.
I have diapers.

Oh, and I got food for us
so we don't starve.Good.

Here she is.Okay. Oh.

[ Fussing ]Hello.

Bones, she's gonna be fine,
all right?

If you need her,
the lab is really close
to the day care.

I know that.

Oh, did you remember
to wash the nipples?

Yeah, when I showered
this morning. But I don't think
the day care's gonna check.

- [ Gasps ]
She winked at me!
- [ Coos ]

[ Chuckles ]
I think she winked at me.

She's brilliant,
just like her dad, right?

She's very advanced.Like her dad.

I knew she would be.Yeah, of course.

[ Woman ]
You didn't have to rush us
like that, Walter.

Well, the campground
closes at 8:00.

And if we're late,
we won't have
any place to sleep.

[ Scoffs ] A motel
with pay-per-view and WiFi
sounds pretty good to me.

Yeah, the whole point
of this trip is so that we
can all be one with nature.

People stopped
living in the woods
for a reason, Dad.

[ Woman ]
Did you remember
the cooler?

Yeah.And the emergency radio?

And the first--Yes, yes, yes.
And the first aid kit.

Yes.
[ Chuckles ]

And the marshmallows
and my guitar.

Oh!God, not your guitar.

- [ Thump ]
- Oh!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Oh! Oh!

I cannot believe you forgot
to tie down the luggage, Walter!

Well, maybe
if you didn't nag me!

Oh!Don't--

Oh, God. What did you
run over?

Uh, probably a possum.

I know it's sad,
sweetie, but--
but these things happen.

Let's just pick up
our stuff, okay?

Just--
What? What? Oh.

[ Screams ]

What?
[ Gasps ]

- [ Mother Screams ]
- [ Daughter Screams ]

[ Both Scream, Echoing ]

[ Screaming Fades ]

You know, I owe you
a 20-acre thank you,
Dr. Saroyan.

My professor was--
was mighty impressed by
the evaluation you gave me.

Oh. Just telling
the truth, Finn.
Are your classes going well?

Well, sometimes
I find myself
lost in the forest.

But as long as no one
walks off and leaves
their campfire burning,

I guess I'll be okay.

Wow. That was lot of imagery.

[ Chuckles ]
You know,
my mama used to say,

"God gave us words,
and it's our job
to put wings on 'em."

- [ Bell Dings ]
- Finn!

I thought you were gonna
call me about this weekend.Lily.

Uh--[ Both Chuckle ]

Uh, I'm sorry, but...
I have to work all weekend.

Yeah, this is my boss.

She says there's fields to plow,
weekend or no.

Oh.[ Saroyan ]
Yes.

Finn has to hitch
the horses to the wagon...

and use that plow
to unearth the--

The--He-He's got to work.

Maybe next week?

Sure. Yeah.
Uh, maybe next week.

[ Exhales Sharply ]

Okay, what's the problem?

She seemed sweet
and really beautiful.

Yeah, I got papers
to write and--

All work and no play, Finn.

You got to have some fun,
date a little.

Three scrambled eggs,
bacon, sausage,

home fries, toast,
O.J. and coffee.

[ Finn ]
Mmm. That's mine.

And a small coffee
with skim milk.[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

Oh. There is a body
on the interstate.
I gotta run.

- And you can prep the lab.
- Okay.

[ Sirens Wailing ][ Chattering ]

Be careful
while removing the remains.

I need every piece of bone
in the condition
it was discovered.

Okay, spatulas. What, are you
guys getting your technology
from flipping pancakes now?

[ Saroyan ] Most of the tissue
looks to have been mashed into
the road or dried in the sun.

Cars must've been running over
this guy all night long,
not knowing he was human.

Based on the size
of the femoral head,
the victim is female.

Female.
Just testing you, Bones.

So, first day back.
What's it like
not seeing your little one?

I have confidence
in the day care center.

The director has a doctorate
in child development.
We got her transcripts.

- Really?
- Oh, Booth used the F.B.I.--

[ Coughs ]
Bones, that's
between us, right?

- [ Cell Phone Chirps ]
- Sorry.

[ Beeps ][ Chuckles ]

Oh! Is that Christine?

Isn't she beautiful, huh?
She winks too.

I told the director to send
a photo every half an hour.

- Wow. I didn't know
they did that.
- They don't usually.

But I told her,
because of my position,

that I could
have her fired.

Well, everything I'm seeing
points to a hit-and-run.

Hit-and-run.
Not our problem. Nice.

I'm not so sure about that,
Booth. There's no skull.

You know what? It probably
got knocked off...

by one of the cars
that ran over her
last night.

No. Separation of the disc
from the body of the vertebra...

indicates that
her head was removed
before she was left on the road.

Well, that doesn't sound
accidental at all.

- I'm gonna take a photo.
- [ Shutter Clicks ]

Mr. Abernathy
should see this right away...

so he can determine what type of
weapon might have caused this.[ Beeping ]

- Oh. Uh-oh.
- What? Something worse than
her head getting cut off?

I sent the photo
to the day care director.

Ooh. Day one?
Not a good first impression.

- [ Phone Beeps ]
- How-- Is there
an unsend button?

There are
no kerf marks.

I mean, this lady's head
wasn't sliced or sawed off.

Meaning?It was torn off.

Maybe an animal
killed her.

I mean, these marks
on the bones,

they could be
from claws, right?

Nope. The abrasions to
the fibula and the tibia...

are all in the same
downward direction.

This lady was dragged along
the highway for quite a space.

I've seen this before.Really? A lot?

On the bones of a deer
that was snagged by a pickup
and dragged for a few miles.

I missed so much
growing up in the city.

Have you discovered anything,
Mr. Abernathy?

The abrasions indicate that the
victim was dragged
for a stretch.

What dragged her,
I haven't determined yet.

But based on
the length of her fibula,

I'd say she was anywhere from
154 to 161 centimeters tall.

And taking into account
her gracile form...

and small muscle
attachments--[ Sniffing ]

I'd say she weighed
approximately 54 kilos.

- Dr. Hodgins?
- Hmm.

Uh, it's diesel fuel.

- Smell it. Diesel fuel
leaked on her.
- [ Sniffs ]

Ooh.

That could be
from any vehicle
that ran over her.

No. It stained the bone.

Staining that deep
would take time.

It probably came from
the vehicle that dragged her.

Look at this. There's some kind
of oil or grease...

on the back
of the victim's shirt.

[ Sniffs ]

N.G.L.I. one-and-a-half grade
lubricant.

I used to work
on our pickup.

Diesel and that weight
multipurpose grease
are used on semis.

Okay then.

Our victim was dragged
by an 18-wheeler.

Here you go.

- Agent Booth. Do you
have a minute?
- No, I don't.

I don't have any time. I got
15 minutes to get
to the store...

before, you know,
my family starves.

Hey, new baby. I got it.
I'll make it quick.Okay.

I heard that your victim
was dragged by a semitruck.

There's a weigh station
half mile ahead of the place
the body was discovered.

Wait a second. Shaw--
[ Scoffs ]

Half mile ahead of the body--
That doesn't do anything for me.

- No, actually, it does, sir.
- Yeah?

Let me show you.Okay.

Weigh stations use
weigh-in-motion scales...

embedded in the road
approximately one mile
before the actual station.

[ Booth Murmurs ][ Typing ]

Right. You're saying
that the truck...

would've crossed over the scale
while dragging the victim.

And it would've recorded
the excess weight
of the victim.

And we'd be able to locate
the specific truck.

Yes, sir.Good work, Shaw. Okay.
I'm gonna go to the store.

While I'm doing that,
I want you to cross-reference
the weights from the two scales.

Well, I did, and
one truck did weigh more
when pulling in to the station,

and I already got
the victim's weight
from Mr. Abernathy.

Hey, gold star. You win
a chicken dinner. Okay.

I'm gonna go to the store
and get organic baby wipes,

'cause for some reason,
they have to be organic.

There's less chance of a rash.
Their skin is extra sensitive.

Uh, there's a truck
that belongs to Fields Market...

that drove over the scale
weighing 122 pounds more than
it did at the weigh station.

It's the weight of the victim.That's the truck.

So the trick is
to track it down
while I'm at the store.

Well, according
to the G.P.S. unit...

that Fields Market places
in all of their trucks,

their driver Alan Bates
is currently in Baltimore.

And I have
his exact location for you.

[ Elevator Bell Chimes ]

Huh. Course you do.
There it is. Right there.

I don't suppose you have
organic baby wipes on you?

No, sir. But, um,
I do have a break coming up.

I could, uh--That's really okay,
Shaw.

Uh, just remember me when
you take over the Bureau.
Thanks for that.

[ Hodgins ]
I found more papers in her bra.

Well, these papers
from her pockets are all faded.

I have no idea what was printed
or written on them.

Must be something important.

Why do you think that?
I mean, you have papers
in your pockets, and so do I.

Yeah, but do you also
stuff papers into your bra?

Not since high school.

She was hiding these, right?

That means
that they're important.

You know, maybe even secrets.

You think that
this is some kind
of government conspiracy?

Ange, in 1963, the positions
of the Soviet nuclear fleet...

were sewn into the lining
of a hunting cap.

[ Angela ]
The video spectral comparator...

should be able to tell us
what was once on here.

[ Motor Whirs ]

You never know.

I mean, these markings
could be code.

See? Right here.Yeah.

It's a U.P.C. code
on a coupon.

Ten cents off any three-pack
of tapioca pudding.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Terrorists are trying to corner
the market on tapioca pudding
and take down America.

You're mocking me.You're quick.

So then why would she
be stuffing coupons
into her bra?

I'm telling you,
it means something.

Yes, honey. It means that
we're overpaying for pudding.

So you haven't found
cause of death.

No, ma'am.
Uh, so far, all the trauma
seems to be postmortem.

I have to reconstruct
her skeleton to see
if I can find any trauma...

that might have caused
her demise.

And I'm running tox screens...

to see if there was any
poisoning or drug overdose.

Then I'll get to piecing
that poor woman back together.

Michelle!
What are you doing here?

I'm dropping off your keys.

Unless you want
to take the bus home.

Oh, I forgot.
Thank you.

[ Finn Clears Throat ]

Uh-- Michelle,
this is Finn Abernathy,
our new intern.

Finn, this is my daughter,
Michelle.

Well, I'm, uh, very pleased
to meet you, Michelle.

Me too. Cam's told me
all about you.

She says
you're quite the star.

Well, that's 'cause
your mother doesn't know
any other way but kind.

[ Chuckles ]
I'm not sure
she was kind enough.

I can tell you that picture
she has of you on her desk
ain't kind enough.

Clearly, they haven't
invented a camera
that can do right by you.

Oh, my God.
Um-- Thank you.

Actually, I just read
that they developed...

an 18-megapixel camera
that's quite extraordinary.

Don't you have guts
to play with?

Yes, I do.

And Finn has a skeleton
to reassemble.

You're right.

For a second there,
you made me forget
the horrors of death.

[ Chuckles ]
I'll walk out with you.

- Uh-- You can stay.
- No, no. You're busy.

I'll see you at home.

You don't by any chance
like bluegrass music, do you?

Don't know it.Oh, well,
that's gotta change.

It makes you feel
like your insides
are having a party.

Hmm.[ Both Chuckling ]

[ Michelle ]
I like parties.

This guy here,
the driver of the truck,

has been with Fields Market
for 15 years.

He's got two priors
for solicitation
of a prostitute.

Hey, buddy.
Special Agent Booth, F.B.I.

What's the deal, man?
I got deliveries to make.

There's perishables
in there.

Deal is we think this truck
was used to drag a dead body
along the freeway last night.

- That's a joke, right?
- No, it's not a joke.

Bones, what are you doing?
Will you get out of there?

- Let me do that. Come on!
- Flesh and sinew.

This is definitely the vehicle
that dragged the victim.

- That's great. Let's get you
out of there so I can--
- No, Booth!

Stop!
I'm looking for evidence.

Let me get you--Whoa.

I think the victim's head
qualifies.

And I'm telling you,
I have no idea how that woman
got under my truck.

Hmm. I bet it gets lonely
out on the road,
right, Alan?

Well, that's the life
I signed up for.

Hookers,
they take off the edge?Nope. Not anymore.

I'm a happily married man now.

Then your wife might not
be so happy to find
these panties in your truck.

You can't be
going through there like that.

Don't you need a warrant?Not when the door's
open there, pal.

There's evidence
of bodily fluid in
some of these undergarments.

Okay. Obviously, married or not,
you definitely like to have
company on the road, huh?

This isn't what you think.
I was alone last night.

The panties, they're--

You better come up
with a good story,

'cause your lawyer's gonna need
something at your murder trial.

The panties are mine, okay?
They're mine.

- [ Sighs ]
- Oh!

- They don't chafe
like man pants.
- Well, yeah.

Don't tell my wife.
I only wear 'em on the road.

[ Brennan ]
There's no need
for embarrassment.

Even the Norse warriors
were frequent cross-dressers.

That's fascinating, Bones.

I'm gonna need to know
where this truck stopped
in the past 24 hours.

I've been to about
50 different markets.
You can have my logbook.

I didn't kill anyone.

I just like to feel pretty.

[ Angela ]
Do I even want to know
what you guys are up to?

Well, Booth got
a list of all the stops
the trucker made yesterday.

He covered half the state.

If we can determine the type
of pollen our victim inhaled
prior to her death,

we might be able
to actually pinpoint where
the truck picked her up.

So, we're gonna make
a dead head sneeze.

Ugh.Uh, if y'all
don't mind,

I should take the piece
of this frontal bone
and the zygomatic...

- so they don't get scrambled
in the procedure.
- Be my guest.

- You in a hurry there, Opie?
- Let him go, honey.

Yeah, 'cause he's got
a big date tonight,
right, Cam?

Date. No. No.
It's just--

It's just two people going out
to do something together, so--

What do you two know
that I don't?

Finn is going out
with Michelle.

Whoa! That's awesome!

Not awesome?

What's wrong?
I thought that
you liked him.

I like him.
I do... like Finn.

But it's just--
He's got a somewhat
troubled past.

Yeah, but you were
the one who said
that was all behind him.

I know. I know.

But Michelle's my daughter,
and he went after his stepfather
with a knife.

Yeah, but if some jerk
was beating my mother,
I'd have done the same thing.

Yeah. He's a good kid, Cam.

Can we just go back to work?

Yeah. Sure.Yeah.

You guys ready?

[ Hodgins ]
More than you
will ever know.

- [ Gas Hissing ]
- Three, two, one.

I'd say "Bless you,"
but I think it's
a little late for that.

The rapidly spinning
driveshaft...

caught the victim's hair
and pulled her in...

and then bore a hole
through her left frontal
and parietal bones.

[ Baby Talk ]
Then into her brain,
which caused her death.

Don't you think this is
a little strange, talking
about this in front of the baby?

I hardly think
she understands, Booth.

The driveshaft on that truck
is three-and-a-quarter feet
off the ground.

To come into contact
with the gears,
she'd have to be crouching.

Why would she be crouching
under a truck?

No. Maybe she was
hiding from someone...

and she accidentally got
her head stuck in the driveshaft
when the truck pulled away.

Then whoever she was hiding from
is responsible for her death.

Hey, I was hoping
I'd find you two here.

So, I've got result--
Oh, my God.
She is so cute.

[ Brennan ]
She's going to be beautiful
and quite brilliant, I assume.

- Right? Look at her.
- Do you have information
for us?

Yes. Yeah.
I've got results on the contents
of the victim's nasal passage.

So there were spores
of American chestnut
flower pollen in her mucosa,

suggesting that
she spent a lot of time
at an American chestnut farm.

But the only grower in the area
is in Hagerstown.

And how is
our little Christine doing?

Did she have a nice lunch?

She drank approximately
88.75 milliliters of milk,
which means--

I know what that means,
Dr. Brennan. I've been caring
for infants for many years.

You struggled
in early childhood nutrition
in graduate school.

But I've since written
a well-respected
article about it...

in the Journal of Pediatrics.

I'm gonna go say hi
to Michael.

Bye.

Oh, almost forgot.

I know you wanted
a picture every half hour,

so I took this one
just before you showed up.

Ah.Oh.

- And that's a dirty diaper.
- Yes.

Christine's bowel movements
appear to be perfect.

Soft, yellow, loose.

This is very nice
of Ms. Noonan.

I don't think nice
was her intention.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Bones--

I can't believe it.
Who would want
to kill my Barb?

My wife's never hurt anybody.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

Where'd you find her?
Where was she?

She was, uh, discovered
along a quarter-mile stretch
of the interstate.

What do you mean
quarter-mile stretch?

Well, she was, um--

She was dragged
by another vehicle.

Wha-- So she was
hit by a car then.

So it wasn't murder.

Well, the folks
at the Jeffersonian...

believe that she was assaulted
before she was dragged.

We're convinced
it wasn't an accident.

Sure. Okay. Okay.

It's just, uh--
Can't-- Can't believe it.

We also found some coupons
that were stuffed
in her clothes.

Any idea
why they would be there?

Coupons?

Sure, I do.

Welcome to Barb-Mart.Whoa.

Wow. Okay.

Is your wife some kind of,
like, a survivalist
or something?

No. Barb is a--

Barb was
an extreme couponer.

What does that mean?Means her whole life
was about saving money,

whether we had space
for this stuff or not.

[ Booth ]
Have to do a lot of shopping
to buy all this stuff.

Barb would head out
with a pile of coupons.

Sometimes it'd be days
before I saw her again.

- When was the last time
you saw her?
- Last night.

Just before she took off
for Fields Market
in Frederick.

They had some
double coupon thing
going on.

She's dead?
Are you sure?

You knew her?Of course.

Yeah, Bargain Barb.
She's one of my best
customers.

In here at least once a week
with her mounds of coupons,
just clearing my shelves.

Is that a problem for you?Oh, no, no, no.
No, uh--

Barb got great product
for great value...

and I got reimbursed
by the manufacturers.

Not to mention
the extra eight cents
per coupon...

they throw in
for the store, so--

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Chad, Register 1.
Chad to Register 1.

- Sorry. Duty calls.
- Go get 'em, Chad.

Ninety-three coupons.
She jammed my register.

That just means
she knows what she's doing.
Doesn't it, Crystal?

- Yeah, that's it.
She's Mrs. Einstein.
- [ Register Beeping ]

Okay, ma'am, we are
up and running again.[ Register Bell Dings ]

- Sorry for the delay.
- She also tried to slip
these expired coupons past me.

Like that'd be possible.

You know you're not allowed
to use expired coupons,
Ms. Carlyle.

- That'll be three dollars
and seven cents.
- For all that?

[ Chad ]
Those Sunday supplements
can save a bundle.

I found the missing
pieces of the skull
in the parking lot.

The victim
definitely died here.

What? Barb died
in my parking lot?

Chad. Let's go
talk in private. Bones?

[ Chad ]
Yeah, sure.

I'm sure this is nothing.

I mean, Crystal's been
working here since before
carrots were a juice.

But, um, this was last night.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

I think we need to talk
to Crystal.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

I can see you suffer
from carpal tunnel syndrome...

as a result of the repetitive
circular motion required
while scanning coupons.

- That must be very painful.
- I manage.

Your wrists must've been killing
you by the time Barb rolled in
at the end of the night. Right?

And her back.
Standing all day at her age...

would cause
pinching of the nerves
in the lumbar region.

My age?
What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

After Chad broke up the fight,
you and Barb--
Did you take it outside?

No. I counted out my drawer
while Chad cleaned up the mess.

The security camera
shows you left your register
for almost five minutes.

Well, I had to tinkle.
That happens a lot
in women my age.

You really don't care
that Barb is dead, do you?

- She ruined my life with
her stupid couponing club.
- What do you mean?

She sent in
all her couponing freaks...

and told 'em
to use my checkout line.

Why you? I'm sure there are
more pleasant cashiers.

But there ain't anyone
faster than me.

Those cheap S.O.B.'s
would do anything
to get a deal.

I'd bet
that includes murder.

I'd talk to her friends.

So I hacked into
the victim's
e-mail account...

and found some e-mail chains
about her couponing club.

Look at this.

"Clipped 200 coupons
last night."
"Saved $242 this week alone."

And there's a ton of these
from her club buddies.

Extreme couponing
is an addiction like any other.

Yeah, well,
no wonder Booth thinks
that one of them killed her.

It looks like Barb got into
a fight over coupons...

with someone who called herself
the Deal Diva.

Well, Barb
put those coupons
in her bra.

Maybe she was
trying to protect them
from the Deal Diva.

Or maybe the coupons
actually belonged to the Diva.

Look at this.
"If I see you looking
through my stuff again, bitch,

the only coupon
you'll be needing
is for a coffin."

Ooh. Yeah.
And look at this one.

"The Maryland Couponing Club
is meeting tomorrow morning...

at Half Price Harry's house
in Frederick."

I'll let Booth know.

Oh, um-- I didn't--
I didn't order those.

No, no, no.
They're for me.

Buy one, get one free
every Thursday.
Love this place.

Oh.

[ Finn ]
Okay. So--

What'd you think
of your first
bluegrass concert, huh?

I loved it. The crowd
wasn't at all what I thought.
I was expecting more--

Missing teeth, scraggly beards,
guys that married their sisters.

Mmm, sort of.
[ Chuckles ]

Does it make me
a horrible person?

Yes. Yes, it does.
[ Laughs ]

You weren't
supposed to say yes.

Well, um--
I apologize, miss.

I'm still learning
the ways of your...
sophisticated city folk.

Mmm. Well, then,
you're in good hands,

because
I'm an excellent tutor.

You know, they got
a saying back home.

It's easier to catch
a ray of sunshine...

than the smile of
a beautiful woman.

I like that one.

I don't want to be
too forward or nothin',
but--

You think we can spend
a little more time together--
this weekend?

[ Exhales, Chuckles ]

Since you're not familiar
with our big city ways,

that was a yes
for this weekend.

- [ Chuckles ]
- All right.

What do we got,
Mr. Abernathy?

Hey. Morning, Dr. Saroyan.

Why hasn't the skull
been reassembled?

I beg your pardon, ma'am?

Dr. Brennan
found the skull fragments...

in the grocery store parking lot
14 hours ago.

Well, I reckon
I got no control over how fast
the beetles clean the bones.

Maybe they had
a snack before work.

[ Chuckles ]We're trying
to catch a killer,

so I'm not
in the mood for jokes.

Is this
about Michelle, ma'am?Excuse me?

'Cause I'm keeping company
with your daughter?

No. Do you actually
think I would--

[ Stammers ]
Absolutely not.

This is about you doing your job
in a timely manner.
Nothing more.

Well, I'll be
a sun-soaked bat.

Really, Mr. Abernathy?

Why will you be
a sun-soaked bat?

An abrasion
on the frontal bone.
Judging by the staining,

this poor woman was
struck in the head
before that truck killed her.

So Booth was right.
She was being attacked.

That's why she hid
under the truck.

Now what do you think
caused this?

Well, it looks to be
an extremely wide
V-shaped wound track.

Meaning
whatever did this...

is some sort of
wide-angle tool
that comes to a sharp point.

Like the corner of something.

- Yeah.
- Well, have Dr. Hodgins
swab it.

Oh. Were you able
to analyze the wound
Mr. Abernathy discovered?

Um-- Ow--
Uh, I--

I'm actually waiting
for the bones...

because Hodgins
is just swabbing them first.

Well, what's in there?Here?

Oh, this is just--
This is an old
filing cabinet.

Just got files in it.

- [ Baby Laughing ]
- Uh-- Oh.

Oh, my gosh.
Um, Michael is in here too.Michael?

But we aren't allowed
to have our children
in the lab.

Yeah, I know. I know.
But you're not gonna
tell them, right?

No, but-- Why is he here?

Seriously?
Because I missed him.
Don't you miss Christine?

I'm at work,
so I focus on work.

We have to
compartmentalize our lives.

- And you can do that?
- I have to.

Okay. Well, I can't.

So, I just
break the rules, right?

And it feels good, doesn't it?

- [ Cell Phone Chirps ]
- [ Chuckles ]

[ Beeps ]Christine.

Ohh!

[ Clicks Tongue ]
So is that all you need?

I'll see her soon enough.

Let me know if you can
identify the injuries
when you input the bones.

Sure.[ Michael Cooing ]

Until then, mister.

Until then.

[ Loud Chattering ]

No wonder they couldn't
hear us knocking.

[ Chattering Continues ]

Whoa! That is scary.

Trading and using coupons
releases dopamine as a reward.

The feeling
is very addictive.

It's like with you
and gambling.

Really? Yeah, I'm not
like these freaks, okay?

Hey, hey, hey!
F.B.I.! Hey!

[ Whistles ]

Listen. I'm looking
for the Deal Diva.

I'm the Diva.

Real name's
Rhonda Fitzgibbons.
Can I help you?

Booth, look what she's holding.

Dr. Saroyan says
we're looking for something
with sharp corners.

- I need to see that, please.
- No way.

I don't care if you're
the damn president.
You ain't touching my coups.

Fine. We'll just do this
the hard way.

You're under arrest
for impeding
a federal investigation.

What are you doing?
I didn't agree to those deals.

I'm giving you half off
a teeth cleaning.

No! Get away from my coups!Come on.

I'm a good person.
I use half my coupons to buy
groceries for the food bank.

- What about
your e-mail to Barb?
- Oh, please.

I was angry and I said things
that I shouldn't have said,
but I wasn't gonna kill her.

Why don't you tell us about
your relationship with Barb?

Well, we used to be
best friends.

And I was the one
who turned her on
to couponing,

which was a big mistake,
because she turned
into a monster.

Two weeks ago, I wouldn't share
my 20% off chicken thighs,

and she bashed my head
into a shopping cart.

Maybe that's where
you got your revenge--
Thursday night at the market.

No. I--[ Sweets ]
Well, your coupon carrier...

matches the description
of the murder weapon.

But I wasn't even
at Fields Market
last Thursday night.

Why don't you check my receipts
if you don't believe me.

Every store I've been in
since my fight with Barb.

- These will tell you
where I was on Thursday.
- Check these.

Oh, that's a lot.Just check the receipts.

Hey, Cam.

Michelle. You brought lunch.
You are the perfect daughter.

It's for Finn.
[ Chuckles ]

- Oh.
- He said he didn't think D.C.
had any good catfish,

so I brought him
a sandwich from Mr. A's.

I was gonna take him,
but I couldn't wait.

I just wanted
to come say hi.Huh.

- What was that?
- What was what?

That "huh." That's your
"I don't agree with
what you're doing,

but I'm not gonna
say anything" huh.

No. It was just a "huh,"
Michelle. Nothing more.

Good. Then I'm gonna
go give Finn his catfish
before it gets cold.

No, you can't,
because he is busy right now,

and I don't want you two
to see each other anymore.

That was more words
than I was expecting.

Wait. Are you serious?Yes.

I'm-I'm sorry, but you know
how you tend to get
with new relationships.

I'm happy.
Is that wrong?

Well, the last time
you were happy,

you sacrificed a great
college education
to follow your boyfriend.

I just don't want to see you
get hurt again.

You mean the way Finn
tried to hurt his stepdad?

You are my daughter.
It's my job to protect you.

I may be your daughter,
but I'm also 18.

And that means if can vote
and go to war, I can certainly
choose who I date.

Yeah, but you can't drink.

You're still not
allowed to drink.

The forensic accountant compared
Rhonda's receipts with Barb's
to see if their paths crossed.

So Rhonda's alibi holds.

I'm afraid that means
more work for Dr. Brennan.

How's she holding up?What do you mean?

Just being back at work
and away from the baby
for the first time.

That can be tough.Well, you know, she's making
the day care people crazy.

But, you know--
She's fine.

She has you.
I was on my own.

You have a baby?

Yeah.

Um, a son. Danny.
He's three.

My mom watches him
while I'm at work.

Danny.
[ Chuckles ]

I didn't know.

And you shouldn't.

I'm a special agent
with the Federal Bureau
of Investigation,

and that's all
that matters here,

and I wasn't looking
for special treatment.

That's right. I know.
Special agents.

[ Both Chuckle ]

Bet you're a great mom.

Uh, the forensic accountant
did note that, uh,

Barb and her husband
have a joint credit card.

So? Most couples do.

Yeah, but the receipts
that he checked...

showed four separate
occasions last month,
while Barb was shopping,

their credit card was also
being used in high-end
restaurants around town.

So he's out fine dining
while she's pinching pennies.

Yeah. And judging
by the amounts
that he was charging,

he was not dining alone.

[ Finn ] So I finished
reconstructing the victim's
shattered frontal bone.

Looks like the abrasion
we found below the hole...

is actually just the bottom
of a larger wound.

Whatever caused the abrasion...

also appears to have
chipped off a portion of bone
near the top of the wound.

Okay. Well,
I'll have Dr. Hodgins
take another swab.

We might have better luck
this time around,

given that there's now
three times the wound
to work with.

That may not be necessary,
Mr. Abernathy.

There appears to be
a metal fragment of some sort
embedded in the wound.

- Oh.
- [ Cell Phone Chirps, Beeps ]

[ Chuckles ]
Look what
the day care director sent me.

Oh. Well, she's cuter
than a june bug
in a jumpsuit.

[ Chuckles ]

I-- I've never seen that,
so I can't make the comparison.

I should go. Christine
clearly needs to be fed.

Have Dr. Hodgins
examine the fragment.

He should be able to determine
what type of metal it is.

Well, with all
due respect to Thurston,
I know my metals.

And this here is aluminum.

Oh. Which rules out
the card case.

Very good.

Dr. Brennan,
one thing?

I am lactating,
so make it fast,
Mr. Abernathy.

Uh--

I think Dr. Saroyan
has taken issue with me
keeping company with Michelle.

Maybe with you
being a mother and all,

you might
be able to help me
see her point of view.

At this stage,
I'm only equipped to handle
the concerns of a six-week-old.

So unless you have a diaper
that needs changing
or need to be breast-fed,

I'm afraid I can't help.

So you and Barb weren't
the happy couple that
you made yourself out to be.

Isn't that right, Dale?Wh-What are you
talking about?

All those fancy dinners
while your wife was out...

buying food
to put on your table.

I-I like to dine out
sometimes.

Apparently with a lot of women.
We called the restaurants.

O-O-Okay, look, uh--

Barb, she-she
wasn't the woman
I married anymore.

She'd rather spend her nights
Dumpster diving for coupons
than with me.

Right. So you killed her before
she could see this credit card
statement and catch you.

No. Look.
I-I admit, I cheated.

I was gonna tell her.

It's easy to say now.

I didn't kill my wife.

Excuse me.
Dr. Saroyan, do you
have a minute for me?

- This won't take long.
- Sure.

I talked to Michelle,
and she informed me...

that you're not the happiest
seed on the strawberry
about my dating her.

Finn, please. It's just that
you have so much work here
and at school,

and Michelle's
gonna be applying--

At least be honest with me,
Dr. Saroyan.

You're afraid for your girl.
I understand that, okay?

It's unfounded,
but I do have a history.

- Let me explain.
- There's no need, ma'am.

It ain't wood
between these ears.

Look, I owe you
a great deal.

And I wouldn't
have a second chance
if it weren't for you.

And while I do think
you're making a mistake
about me and Michelle,

you're her mama,
and I have to respect
your wishes...

till I can
convince you otherwise.

Does she know
you've come to see me?

Yes, ma'am. She does.

She ran out in tears
when I told her.

- But she understood?
- No. Not from
what I saw.

- Opie, Dr. B. wants you.
- We're in the middle
of something here.

With all due respect, ma'am,
I believe the sun has set
on our conversation.

I'd like to get
back to work.

That's why
you have me here.

Don't you have a murder
to solve, Dr. Hodgins?

Sure. Right.

[ Footsteps Depart ]

[ Sighs ]

These are all the aluminum tools
from Dale's nut farm,

and none of them
match the wound track.

Nothing from his place did.

So we're no closer
than we were before.

I don't know about that.

See, I did find
what appears to be...

a microscopic puncture
to the bone.

Now, you can see
the hemorrhagic staining.

So must've happened round
the time she expired.

[ Hodgins ]
Wait a minute.
Let me swab that.

[ Exhales ]

Yeah.
[ Chuckles ]
It's not blood.

No. That is ink.

Purple ink. That's why
it looked like blood.

It could be from a marker.

Well, I can find
the exact make and dye batch
so we can verify that.

But we've determined
that the wounds were made
from something aluminum,

something with a sharp edge.

I don't know
any marker like that.

I do. I've seen that marker,
and I know exactly
what holds it.

I.D. the marker.
I need to talk to Booth.

Apparently,
we just solved a murder.

Whoo.

I remembered that Chad
was using a purple marker...

to cross out
the expired coupons.

Hmm.He kept it on
his aluminum clipboard.

When he hit her,
it made the mark.Okay.

Well, let's
find Chad, huh?
There he is.

- Hey, Chad.
- Agent Booth.

Any news about Barb?

- Oh, big news.
Probably not to you.
- What do you mean?

- Could I see
your clipboard, please?
- Why?

[ Booth ]
Just give her the clipboard,
all right, Chad?

Thank you.

These edges would definitely
cause the wound track we saw.

[ Chad ]
What are you doing there?

[ Brennan ]
A bone shaving.

Pretty sure
that'll match the victim.

I-- I hit her.
That's all.

And sh-she ran away.

Come on. She-She was
digging through my Dumpster
for coupons.

I was sick of it.
I'm trying to turn this
into a high-end place--

local produce, organic food.

Barb and her couponing friends,
they wouldn't know
a decent peach...

- if it bit 'em in the ass.
- Turn around.
You're under arrest.

No, no.
I-I didn't kill her.

I-- She ran away, I swear.

And she hid under a truck
that dragged her to her death.

She died because
she was hiding from you,
because you attacked her.

- It's not illegal.
- Well, actually,
you know, it is.

You committed a felony assault
which led to her death.

According to the law,
you're responsible.
Let's go.

- That's-- That's crazy.
- You shouldn't hit people.

[ Handcuffs Ratcheting ]You should use your words.

- That's what
all the books say.
- Are you serious?

Well, you know,
she's a new mom.
Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Ho-ho. Whoa. Hold on.
Look at this.

Organic baby wipes.

We might as well
pick up some diapers too.

You know what?
I need some Beer Nuts.
What aisle is that?

Aisle 4.Aisle 4.

[ Brennan ]
We should probably get
some of those organic peaches.

- [ Crying ]
- I'm sorry, honey, but Finn
must've agreed with me.

You're his boss.
What choice did he have?

Let me try to explain,
Michelle.

What can you possibly say?

What is it with old people?

- Old?
- How can you not remember
that you were like me once?

- Michelle.
- What?

I should get home.

I have some applications
to finish.

[ Finn ]
No, Michelle. Wait.

[ Sighs ]
I have something to say.

Dr. Saroyan, I can't
stop seeing your daughter.

- Wh-What?
- You can't?

No, ma'am.

You see, because...

I think about Michelle
all the time,

and I wouldn't be much of a man
if I walked out on her...

just because I was feeling
a little pressure.

So no, ma'am.

I can't stop seeing Michelle.

And if that means
you don't want me
to work here anymore, well--

That's, uh, something
I'm gonna have to swallow.

[ Sighs ]

You're not going anywhere,
Mr. Abernathy.

[ Exhales ]
Seriously?

Seriously.

And I'm sorry I was old.

- [ Chuckles ]
- I'll try not to let it
happen again.

Okay. Okay.
Don't press your luck.
Take it outside.

Oh.

[ Toy Squeaks ]

[ Whispers ]
She sleeping?Like a baby.

[ Squeaking ]Right. Sorry.

I put all that stuff away
that we got at the market.

Oh, thanks.
We saved all that money
with those coupons you had.

Right. Let's keep that
between you and I.

I don't want that
to get out.

- Okay.
- Look at her.

So you gonna go
put her in the crib
so you can get some rest?

No, I'm not.Why not?

I can't.
I can't let her go.

I just--
I missed her so much.

I thought you were
okay with this,
that it was fine--

It's not rational,
I know, but I--

I mean--
Oh. Look at her.

I just missed her so much.

Well, maybe this was too soon
for you to go back to work.

Maybe you should've
taken more time,
you know, for yourself.

No. No, I can't.

I-- I'm needed.
You know--

What I do
is for her now too.

She should know
that what I do is important.

I know.

And just because
something is difficult...

doesn't mean
that I shouldn't do it.

Look. I'm here for you
and for her, okay?

Anything you need.
We'll go slow on this.

Okay. I'm going to sneak her
into the lab.

Every day.You're a good mom.

Isn't she a good mommy?Don't wake her up.

[ Whispering ] I'm not
gonna wake her up.You're too loud.

What's that mean?