Bones (2005–2017): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Man in the Wall - full transcript

Come on, honey. If we don't
leave, we won't get into the club.

- I'm just finishing up a few emails.
- Oh, what?

- My publisher wants to schedule a book tour.
- That can wait, sweetie.

A student needs help with the cause
of a fracture on a lateraI epicondyle.

- TGIF. You heard of that?
- Yeah. It's some kind of acronym.

- But my inbox is full.
- That's not true.

There's a TV show that needs
research. Not that they listen.

- We're going.
- I should catalogue that skull.

It's in the exhibit on
the French Revolution.

Yeah. Pep? Le Pew is more
important than booze... and boys.

I don't think that's his name.



All right, everybody.
Keep it crunking here.

Tonight the Basement Club brings to you
the number one DJ around town: DJ Rulz!

Give it up!

Feels good, doesn't it? Being
with people who are alive?

- It's stimulating, I have to admit.
- We are so gonna tear it up tonight.

- That's slang, right?
- Right.

- Is my costume all right?
- It's not a costume, it's an outfit. Yes, perfect.

I know, it's very warm in here.

No, because it looks great.

- We are so getting checked out.
- I love this music.

DJ Rulz
- he is so hot.

- It's so tribaI.
- Don't say tribaI, sweetie.

Why? Oh, because of
all the black people?

Sweetie, have fun. Stop
dissecting, take part.



African-Americans aren't the
only ones with tribaI heritage.

- You saying we're natives of some tribe?
- Anthropologically speaking, we all are.

You better shut your mouth.

I just meant hip-hop mirrors the visceraI
connection you see in tribaI communication.

- Oh, man!
- What?!

After the Cartesian split, we
separated our minds from our bodies.

- The numinous from the animalistic.
- Are you calling me an animaI, fooI?

No, fooI. She's using Descartes'
philosophy to say she's down with the music.

Who you calling a fooI, fooI?

Get out my way.

- We're going. We're going.
- You shouldn't have done that, bitch!

- That's what I'm
talking about. - Uh-oh.

- Yo, check this out.
- Look in the wall. What is that?

Look at that fooI, man.

- Can she handle this?
- No one in our lab can deaI with a mummy.

- I'd have to call her in anyway.
- She assaulted two agents.

They were compromising the remains.

A cloud of meth covered the dance floor.
I think they've inhaled quite a lot.

- You two high?
- By accident. It doesn't count.

Why bring Tessa? This
isn't a great date.

We were out to dinner when he got your
call. Your pupils are the size of saucers.

- Get away from the remains!
- Bones, simmer down.

- How long is this gonna take?
- Who wants to know?

He works for me. I'm Randall
Hall. I run this place.

You run this place? Interesting,
cos we found some drugs on this...

- Found them. We found them.
- We found drugs on the dead guy.

- We wanna know where they're from...
- Why...

- .. why he had them. Any idea who he is?
- Why he had them.

- Any idea?
- Guy barely looks human.

What makes you think I'd recognise him?

Bones? Bones, how does
something like this happen?

The Egyptians would give the body a
cedar-oiI enema and cover it with salt.

- That didn't happen here.
- You are wasted.

Zack! Zack! Zack!

Come here! Come here! Isn't this a
beautifuI specimen of mummification?

- What's going on?
- Your boss inhaled.

See how preserved the skin is? You
don't find something like this every day.

Hey, Tessa, have you seen it?

It's hard to believe you two'd be a couple
- cop and lawyer. Touching.

- I'm gonna grab a cab.
- Oh, no. OK, hold up.

Sorry. Sorry. I apologise.

Here. I'm gonna make it up to you.
I promise. OK? Ice cream later?

- Take care.
- I'll talk to you later.

Awwwww...

Can we just stick to business?

I'm gonna need a list of your employees. We'll
run it and see if any have a drug conviction.

- How long before you can ID him?
- I'm not tired. I'll stay up all night and work.

We have to be carefuI removing
him. He's very dry and brittle.

My first modern mummy.

CrystaI meth is made from cold medicine,
Iye and strike pads from matchbooks.

- The body was not designed to deaI with it.
- So I'm finding out.

- Camomile tea?
- No. I just need your results.

- A stick to pry the monkey off your back?
- Are you sure you need me here?

Payback for showing me the good life.

- OK. So how is my man, the Tut?
- In better shape than I am.

The meth in his lungs and nose matches the
meth thatjuiced Angela and the good doctor.

Can you please keep it clinicaI?

So, uh, he died of an overdose.

Asphyxiation. Meth coated the alveoli in
his lungs, making breathing impossible.

So he overdosed with
his meth behind the wall.

The space was too narrow to squeeze
through. He got stuck, bag broke.

When he gasped for air
he died instantaneously.

The dry-air convection behind the wall
removed most of the moisture from his body.

How long was he in there?

Judging from the acrid mites
in his ears, I'd say six weeks.

Hey, didn't he have hands?

They're easier to work with dismembered. I've
rehydrated them so we can get fingerprints.

- Off that?
- Sure.

- You ever been to Costa Rica?
- I was flown down once.

They found a human
skull, 12,000 years old.

- Why?
- I get some vacation time.

I was gonna head off on Thursday.

- I heard Costa Rica was beautifuI.
- Mm.

Fascinating wildIife. Lots of parrots.

Oh, I don't like parrots. No. People
should really... really do all talking.

You know, maybe I should...

Oh, God! What are you doing?

The Aztecs would flay people and
then... wear their skin as a bodysuit.

I guess you won't be needing
mittens for Christmas, huh?

- Did the FBI find a match?
- Yep. His name was Roy Taylor.

Roy Taylor? You're
kidding? That's DJ Mount.

- I don't know who that is.
- Mount is one of the best DJs in DC.

He used to play at the club. Everyone
was wondering what happened to him.

His album'll take off after this.

- I never knew this side of you, Bones.
- It's DJ Mount.

Doesn't this make your head explode?

I got a couple hours of sleep on my couch
and showered in the decontamination room.

Really know how to live.

Angela said rap artists sometimes
kill each other over the music.

Jam Master J, Tupac, Biggie.

- D'you even know who you're talking about?
- Yeah. I've done my Googling.

Listen.

You can hear the alpha
male asserting himself.

"Fill your ass up... .. with
lead. " Always a nice Iyric.

I'm heading back to the club
to meet the FBI forensics team.

I'm getting facts.

DJ Mount. He was starting to break,

finally making some money.

Someone who's never had
anything, it can go to your head.

So he gets involved with drugs.

You didn't know who he was hanging
with or who might've been chasing him?

Dude like Mount, he had a lot of enemies
- other artists, rivalries.

Everyone wants to be number one.

I mean, you have to know
who the rivals are, Mr Hall.

Affects your bottom line.

Wait for me by the elevator.

- Rulz.
- What rules?

That's his name. He
performs at the club.

I try to keep my crew together, but I always
had to run interference between those two.

- Why?
- Ask Rulz.

- Was it fun coming to the club?
- Yeah. Before the drugs and the dead body.

Tilt... tilt down.

Seems so primitive
- being in a crowd of strangers, gyrating to music.

- You've never danced?
- I'm told I look like a marionette in a storm.

- You would've fit right in last night.
- Really?

Footprints... in the dirt
and the termite shavings.

- Someone was on the other side of him.
- Light. This leads to the outside.

- We need to get inside that wall.
- Or take it down.

One last look?

Take 'em in, show 'em around.

- Agent Booth?
- Yeah?

I'm Roy Taylor's father.
Maybe you know him as DJ Mount.

- Mr Taylor, please come in.
- Thank you for seeing me.

Please sit.

You the one looking
into my son's murder?

Investigating his death, yes,
sir. I'm... sorry for your loss.

- I have some information you need.
- About your son's death?

No, sir.

About his life.

I've read in the newspaper how
my son was part of the meth scene,

how he was killed by drugs
behind a wall like that.

What my son did was graduate third
in his class from high schooI.

He would've graduated first, except
he... he worked a full-time job.

Track-and-field
medals,

baseball.

Roy never drank and he never did drugs.

- Do you understand me, sir?
- Mr Taylor...

How they are portraying my
boy in the newspapers is wrong.

If his mother was
alive, it would kill her.

I taught him a relationship with Jesus.

Do you understand, sir?

A personaI relationship with Jesus.

With all due respect, sir, sometimes
when kids grow up they change,

they move away from
what they were taught.

Five years old, he made this.

And a lady who reads palms,

she looked at it and she said...

She said my boy was
going to be a great man...

a good man.

She read no eviI in that boy's hand.

I can see that now, sir.

Some iniquity killed my boy.

Do you know that word, Agent
Booth? It's from the Bible.

"Deliver me from the
workers of iniquity...

and save me from bloody men. "

You know your Psalms, sir.

I can trust that you will find
out what happened to my boy?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Then I'm glad I came by.

Can we conform to as
much protocoI as possible?

We're better at this than you think.

- You know what those are?
- Rats.

Scaring us with rats? We've been to places
where rats eat the laces out of our boots.

Take it easy there, Willard.

There are the footprints.

There are marks on
the wall. It's scraped.

Blood smear. Dried.

I see something.

Can I retrieve?

Yes.

Apparently there's a
rivalry between Mount

and this guy... Rulz.

We saw him perform last
night. Did you talk to him?

Oh, no. I don't have enough yet.

I go in too soon, he could run.

Wow, that's a beautifuI
piece. Zirconium or diamond?

I'm more focused on the dried
blood and flesh at the moment.

- Do you buy Tessajewellery?
- I don't wanna talk about that right now.

Too much of a commitment. I just thought
because you two were going away...

- Do you have anything yet?
- Given the rate of air convection

and the degree of dehydration of the flesh,
I'd say they were there at the same time.

Must hurt to get that thing
ripped out of your bellybutton.

- I thought it was an earring.
- Look at the size of the stud.

I had one of these before they
became totally Miami divorc?e.

Good news. I was able to
pull some particulates.

- Are... are those...?
- Eyeballs? Yeah.

Two foreign materials -

low density polyethylene residue
and methamphetamine crystals.

- Polyethylene?
- From the plastic bag holding the meth.

This can be cleaned now.

Yeah, that's a reaI diamond.

Hey, why not get her a bellybutton ring?
That's not too much of a commitment.

The inside of the lips was damaged by the
teeth. It was not an accidentaI inhalation.

The meth was pushed against his face with
force. Someone was trying to smother him.

- That's how the particulates got into the eye.
- So he didn't OD. He was murdered.

So we just have to find out
who owns this bellybutton ring.

Look at this. "Luv Rulz. "

At least we know who to ask.

Hello.

- Yeah. It's open.
- Yeah, it's open. FBI SpeciaI Agent Booth.

What? Is the FBI recruiting
from America's Top Model now?

I'm a forensic anthropologist.

- She works for the FBI.
- I could live with that.

Dr Brennan also discovered
that Roy Taylor was murdered.

- So?
- So, murder is wack, see?

Cos those are the rules, Rulz.

Maybe he had it coming to him.

Oh, so you and Roy
Taylor don't get along.

That sucker ran me down, man. Tried to slam
me in one of his tracks. Ain't nobody do that.

And, uh, what happens when they do?

I take a piece of 'em.

I saw him at the Basement,
told him to disappear

and I ain't seen him since
cos he knew to follow the Rulz.

And maybe your girlfriend made sure
that your "problem" just went away.

She ain't my woman. I kicked
her sorry ass out months ago.

- What is her sorry-ass
name? - Eve Warren.

- What was she doing with Mount?
- Take a guess. I guess it was his turn.

- She kept your ring?
- It's a diamond. Why'd she get rid of that?

- Any idea where she is now?
- Probably ripping somebody else off.

That girI don't care about
nobody but herself. She got a kid.

Don't care about her neither. Let
her brother shoulder that. Bitch.

- What happened to your hand?
- I got shot through the wrist a few years ago.

Shattered the lower radius.

- Yeah. I got some nerve damage, too.
- It's impressive.

I got shot in the back and
leg, too. Wanna see the scars?

Thanks anyway. Let us
know if you hear from Eve.

That's all I got for y'all. I
wanna get back to work. That's it.

You let us know if you hear from her.

Bones?

I like this music.

OK. DJ Mount trusted Eve because
they were sleeping together.

She meets him in the
wall, takes the drugs,

kills him for Rulz, then he takes off.

- Hey, you should write fiction.
- It's reasonable.

It's not based on evidence.

I'm positing a scenario.
We've been through this.

And it always seems to be a waste of
time. Now, finding a marker on a bone...

No. I think I need a
vacation. I think you do, too.

- Well, I'm not the one who's snippy.
- "Snippy"? What are you? Like, 70?

See what I mean? I think you should find a
nice, relaxing place to go on that vacation.

Somewhere where you can
get a massage, do some yoga.

- I don't do yoga. I do push-ups, sit-ups.
- That's cardiovascular. Yoga deals more...

- Why exactly are we talking about this?
- Because you're tense.

You switched my music?

- Roy Taylor?
- Yes.

Anything pop out now
the bones are clean?

Some damage to the facetjoint and foramen
on C4 on the right side of the neck.

That suggests his head
was forced that way.

One other thing. I looked at
the skull through the microscope.

Came across a slight
depression, barely discernable.

A slight indentation.

- Could it be congenitaI? Or a bone anomaly?
- Yeah, probably.

- Do you ever go on vacation?
- I take my vacation when you take yours.

- What do you do?
- Go back home to Michigan, see the family.

I have three brothers and four sisters.

- Do you enjoy that?
- God, no.

I made the mistake of telling them
I work with corpses and skeletons.

- They think I'm a freak.
- Then why do you go?

It's my family.

They love me.

Take a closer look at the anomaly under
the microscope. See what made that mark.

Yeah, let's work. Let's work!

- What do you want?
- SpeciaI Agent Booth, FBI.

- This is my associate, Dr Brennan.
- What do you call this?

Krump.

The kids, they come here, they
dance, they don't gangbang.

So what do you want? You didn't
come here for a dance lesson.

Hey, Maya. How you doin', baby?

Come on now. We're gonna go outside and you
gonna play with the rest of the kids, OK?

- There you go.
- I'd like to ask you about your sister Eve.

- What's she done now?
- When was the last time you saw her?

About six weeks ago when
she dropped off Maya.

- OK. That's fine.
- Just dropped her off and left?

She needed me to watch her for
a while. Left me some money.

Do you happen to have a, I don't
know, recent photo that we could take?

Evie said she had cleaned herself
up. She was turning her life around.

And I believed her.

She never came back.

That little girI out
there, that's her daughter.

She's like a daughter to me, too.

Didn't it bother you that Eve never came
back? I mean, didn't you go look for her?

I learned to let her go.

Eve, she's had a lot of problems
- drugs, hanging out with the wrong people.

If I track her down and she
takes Maya before she's ready...

I'm not letting nothing
happen to that little girI.

- Did you know Roy Taylor?
- Met him.

DJ Mount. I like his
stuff. Play it for the kids.

We think she was there
when he was murdered.

Murdered?

- You can't find Evie?
- No.

Oh, man.

She told me she loved him...

and that she and Mount were
gonna take Maya away, out of DC,

give her a better
life, one we never had.

- You said she left you some cash.
- Yeah. For Maya.

I'll buy what you have,
two dollars to one.

Sure. Whatever, man.

You may want the stooges at the FBI, who
are experts due to your so-called "drug war",

to run a comparison, but I'd say the meth on
these bills matches that found with DJ Mount.

Yeah. My guess is that Eve was with
Mount at the time that he was murdered.

How about this, huh?

DJ Mount rejects Eve because
of a questionable past.

So, hey, she gets mad, she wants
to leave with some money, so...

- What?
- Yeah, I don't really think about that stuff.

- I'm more about bugs and minerals. Sorry.
- Come on, Hodgins. You're a smart guy.

Look up from your microscope. These are
reaI people we're trying to figure out here.

- OK.
- Maybe she was just using Mount.

- Setting him up to get his drugs and money.
- Nice.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- ReaI question is where does she go next?
- You're on fire, man.

After she left her brother's place.
That is where she met her untimely end.

I'm gonna turn you into
an investigator yet.

No, no, no. Bugs and slime,
dude. That is where I'm happy.

The damage to his C4 vertebra was the result
of his head being twisted so far right.

He was moving this way, toward Eve.

My bet is he was chasing her.

- And that's based on?
- Money and meth.

She left carrying money saturated
in the same meth that killed Mount.

- She was moving fast.
- She didn't stop when her ring got ripped out.

Money's a good reason to get chased, hm?
Only question is why wasn't he facing her?

It got tight back there. 15 centimetres.

Eve ripped out her bellybutton ring
here and then left a smear of blood

untiI the corridor widened, here.

Oh, God!

- What?
- Thatjust... makes me a little sick.

You pick bodies out of graves. Yanking
out a bellybutton ring makes you sick?

OK. Move along.

I've shot a lot of people, and I admit that
bellybutton thing makes me nauseous, too.

- Thank you.
- Mount must've looked back, but kept going.

Then the passageway narrowed, so he
couldn't turn his head back toward Eve.

Then there's no way she could've shoved
the meth into his face. Eve didn't kill him.

A third person surprised him. He turned.

Mount prevented this third person
getting to Eve, so she escaped.

But he got to Mount, shoved the
meth in his face and killed him.

But the reaI question is who
the hell is this third person?

- Why the hell you pick me up, man?
- You know why I brought you in.

I waited for you to contact me, explain
your situation, but you didn't do that.

That's not polite.

What are you? DEA? Metro cop?

I'm SpeciaI Agent Ronald Oakes.

- One of us?
- My orders were not to break deep cover.

Out of deep regard for my FBI
brother, I gave you the nod.

That's bull.

I made you. Now you're making excuses.

You got any keys for these cuffs?

Fine. Your way.

I need more than a nod, man. You know,
I'm conducting a murder investigation.

Now I need to know what you know.

15 months investigating the links between
the urban music business and gang activity.

- That's why you got next to Hall.
- That's a clean alias. You ran him?

- Yeah.
- Came back clean?

His reaI name is Terrance Baskin.

We know he's pushing meth through that
club, but we can't get enough to touch him.

Our informants disappear. They
either get bought off or killed.

- What about this murder?
- The night Mount disappeared,

Hall got ripped off for
meth and a ton of cash.

- DJ Mount ripped off Hall?
- No. It doesn't scan. Mount was into Jesus.

- Hall killed DJ Mount?
- Nah. Hall's people do that stuff for him.

So if anybody asked, why
did you have me arrested?

Weapons beef.

- So I don't get my gun back?
- No. No.

We meet up again, if you
get an excuse, hit me.

Oh. That, uh...

Count on it.

I've been investigated for years. Why do
you think they never got me on anything?

Because you're so smart?

Because Terrance Baskin is my past.

I am 100% clean now.

This is my life now.
This and my record labeI.

Not crystaI meth, not gangbanging.

Yet much of the iconic quality of urban
music lies in the perceived or actuaI rivalry

between the principaI artists.

- Where did you find her?
- Museum.

Was the rivalry between Mount and Mr
Rulz strong enough to lead to murder?

Sure. They were both capable.

Add in the fact that Mount was
sleeping with Rulz's girlfriend, Eve.

- Yeah, in fact...
- Yeah?

.. Rulz built himself a
studio around that time.

Poured cement for the pad a
day after they disappeared.

- So?
- I'm saying...

Mount's dead, Eve's gone missing.

You might want to consider that.

- Let's go.
- What do you think?

What do I think? I think
we need to find a way

- to find a body buried under a slab of cement.
- Can't you get a warrant?

A look around the premises
maybe, but no way to tear it up.

Let me make a phone call.

- Tootie travels the world finding dead bodies.
- Does Tootie always drooI like that?

What? I'm gonna hurt
her... his feelings?

Tootie is the best cadaver
dog in the world, Agent Booth.

It's true. If you were a dead body,
you'd want Tootie looking for you.

- How can it smell anything under a building?
- He can.

Once I saw Tootie find a dead body wrapped
in plastic, under concrete, after four years.

Tootie can smell decaying blood
on a tooth six feet underground.

So what he drools a
little? What's up with that?

You know, your eyes are kinda
close together, but I don't comment.

I apologise.

- Is he sincere?
- Yeah.

All right, then. We accept.

- Good boy. Tootie found something.
- Or he's just lazy.

Lying down is his indicator.

Tootie found it. There's
a body under here.

You should get a warrant to bring
in ajackhammer for the floor.

I'd start digging here.

DentaI records confirm
this is Eve Warren.

Insect activity confirms she
died the same time as Mount.

- Where did Booth go?
- His girlfriend brought him a shirt.

- They're up in the lounge.
- Zack, clean the bones.

We've already got cause
of death and identity.

It might be grasping, but
that odd mark on Mount's skull,

see if you can find anything
like it on Eve's remains.

Jamaica? God, that's incredible.

It's a bed and breakfast.
There are coraI cliffs.

Snorkelling, kayaking.

Oh, you two are so ready for the
pre-shacking-up test vacation.

- What do you mean?
- You have keys to each other's places.

You've done the weekend away a couple
times. It's time for the ten-day vacation.

Jamaica's like a dry run for living
together, only with rum punch and steeI drums.

Yeah. See you later.

Living together? Silly.

Thanks for bringing me a shirt.

Yeah, OK. I'll talk to you later.

Yeah.

- Hi, Tessa.
- Yeah, OK. Bye.

- It's Eve Warren.
- Eve Warren. OK. Cause of death?

- Same as Mount.
- Meth overdose.

Pushed in the face, but I
don't think Rulz killed her.

- She was buried under his studio.
- But her wrist was broken.

Bone damage indicates that Eve was taken
from behind and smashed into a wall.

Her skull shows damage to the infra
- and supraorbitaI margins and zygomatic process.

Zygo-zu...? You said she
was killed by crystaI meth.

She was. She would've been stunned by
the blow, but not killed. Not immediately.

A bag of crystaI meth was placed over her
face, ground into her wounds, into the airway.

Wait. Rulz couldn't have
smashed her into a wall?

Her radius was separated from
the scaphoid and trapezium.

Her right wrist was
twisted behind her back.

There's damage to both
the elbow and shoulder.

For that to happen, Eve's attacker would've
had to twist her arm up with his right hand

while jamming the meth into
her face with the other.

Both with a great deaI of force.

Rulz had been shot twice in the right
hand. I got it. He had nerve damage.

There is no way he had the
strength to kill Eve Warren.

You did not murder Eve Warren.

This is a weird kind of interrogation,
huh? Cops telling me what I didn't do.

Then do me a favour. Tell me Bones is
wrong and confess to a murder, huh, paI?

- Hell, no. You think I'm some type of idiot?
- Well, do me a favour. Deny it.

See, you got tricks. You're
gonna twist all my words around.

- So I better not say anything.
- But you didn't kill Eve Warren.

So you say. The Rulz
says, "Say nothing. "

- He wants us to hold him.
- Why?

Because every time a rapper gets murdered,
his business goes through the roof.

Why should DJ Mount get the
bump, huh? Maybe it's my turn.

I tell you what. I'll
make you a better deaI.

Tell us what we need to know and I'll
have those charges laid against you.

- Put you in the remand centre?
- For how long?

- Depends on what you tell us.
- You're negotiating to put him in jaiI?

I'll sweeten the pot, charge
you with Mount's death, too.

But you hire one of those moron lawyers and
you'll be thrown in lockup for maybe a month.

- Sweet. All right.
- Where am I? In backwards world?

- What have you got?
- I can tell y'all why Mount got killed.

- Figure out the rest on your own.
- We have to figure it outjust from motive?

OK, look, Bones, this is,
you know, sort of my thing.

- Mount was gonnajump.
- You mean commit suicide?

- Where did you find her?
- Museum.

I mean labels. Jump labels.

Wait. You're saying that DJ Mount
was gonna leave Basement Records?

All he needed was the money to buy
himself back. That's why he got killed.

If Hall even finds out I told y'all that
much, I'm gonna end up some mummy in a wall.

- And what about Eve?
- Man, Eve couldn't kill nobody.

You know, sex 'em to death
maybe, but that's about it.

Oh, there was one more thing.

The next day Hall built me a new studio.

He took it out of my money, too.

- So you gonna put me in jaiI?
- Well, you know, hey, it's the least we can do.

Hall's got motive to kill Mount
because he's jumping labels

and he's running away with some girI
who's stealing Hall's meth and money.

I'm starting to see how this
whole motive thing works.

- Thank you.
- It's still murky psychologicaI guesswork.

Dr Brennan, I found
a mark on Eve Warren.

Here, on the manubrium.

- Compare it to the mark on Mount.
- OK.

Eve tells Mount she wants a new life,

so she rips off the dope and the cash,
thinking she can build a new future with him.

That's a story, Booth.

- You need to find something reaI.
- Why? It feels reaI to me.

I mean, Eve is a woman in love

who is trying to escape a world
that's just crushing her. Hm?

All right, Mount finds out how much
trouble the woman he's in love with is in,

so he gives up his own
life to protect her.

That's not enough.

They were hoping for a better
life, and they wound up dead.

Looks like a match.

Thanks. Good job.

- What the hell's that?
- I'm not sure. It's a bone dimple.

They both have it so
it can't be genetic.

Something externaI caused
it, but I'm not sure what.

Randall Hall.

He's behind this. Randall Hall,
OK? He killed these two people.

We know it. He did it.
We just can't touch him.

And there's no evidence linking him
to the drugs, the cash, or either body,

except for a couple
of damn bone dimples.

I'll keep looking at the remains,
maybe find the evidence we need.

- I can't let it stand.
- What?

I'm gonna spread the pain,
OK? That's my new motto.

Wait! I can help spread pain! Wait!

- We know you did it.
- What?

Killed Mount so he
wouldn't leave your labeI.

- You killed Eve Warren.
- And buried her under Rulz's studio.

Meantime, this is gonna have
to remain an active crime scene.

It's harassment. I'll sue.

And I'm gonna harass
you every chance I get.

I'm not somebody you wanna mess with.

Did you just poke me?

Did he just poke me
with his little stick?

This is my place. I wanna poke
someone, I do it. Come on...

All right. How easily
do you think I scare?

Hey, Booth! Don't break the cane.

Arrest him and confiscate
the cane as evidence.

- I need the cane.
- Arrest him for what? He pointed the gun.

Harbouring threats, smelling bad,
or anything. It's the cane we want.

Well, then here. Randall Hall,

I'm placing you under arrest for
the assault of a federaI agent.

- This'll never go to court.
- Oh, let's go find out, huh?

Next time I take your gun,
I'll shoot you with it.

Well, then I better not
let you get my gun again.

Come on. Let's go.

Get this. I called Tessa to tell her a
couple places she should check out in Jamaica.

- She's not going.
- What happened?

She said something came up
at work, but I know the truth.

- How many times you want me to poke Zack?
- Just once, but as hard as you can.

As hard as he can? Why don't
I hit him as hard as I can?

Because you have arms
like noodles. I am burly.

- What truth?
- Argh! Is that all you got, burly boy?

- They got freaked out by stage six.
- What's stage six?

One: spend the night.
Two: spend the weekend.

Three: exchange keys.
Four: sexy weekend getaway.

Five: extended vacation inevitably
followed by six: move in together.

I'm an anthropologist. I know the
stages of everything. You made those up.

- I did not! They got to stage five and balked.
- Not Booth. Booth did not balk.

- It's always the guy.
- Booth is not a balker.

Hey. The mark on Mount and
the mark on Eve are the same.

He can't resist hitting
them with that stupid cane.

The end of the cane
- it's a fit for both marks. Hall is the killer.

Send the cane, the photos and the medium
to the FBI. Let them confirm the match.

- What? Let them have all the glory?
- My chest hurts.

Yeah. All the glory.

Here's what we know. Evidence
linking rap producer Randall Hall

with the death of rising
hip-hop star DJ Mount

led to charges being filed
by the district attorney.

Information coming to us
slowly, but as soon as details...

Getting yourself in the mood?

Trying.

You know, this really isn't gonna be
the type of vacation I was hoping for.

Oh?

Tessa's not going.
Something came up at work.

That's too bad. I'm sorry.

Hey, I like going on
vacations by myself.

- Really?
- Sure. Nothing wrong with being alone.

- No. I mean, you like to go on vacation?
- Yeah. I go places all the time.

Do you everjust, you know, sit on the beach,
pretend there's no such thing as skeletons?

Is that in any way fun?

- When was the last time you got away?
- Got away from what?

Oh, Bones, you know, because
what usually happens to me...

- I think about not coming back.
- Seriously?

Yeah. You know, you go with someone,

you joke about not going
back to your reaI life,

the two of you laugh.

But, when you're alone, the
world is full of possibilities.

See you next week.

Visiontext Subtitles: Natasha Cohn

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