Bones (2005–2017): Season 11, Episode 12 - The Murder of the Meninist - full transcript
The team investigates the death of a member of a meninist group. Hodgins is handling his situation badly, and the others try to help.
Yeah, there's another one.
This is worse than I thought.
Thank you.
What are you looking at?
What case?
Perhaps I can help.
Yeah, I-I guess,
but you know what,
I don't think
you're gonna like this.
You know how
you've been watching
the Flyer games with me lately?
Yes.
Six out of the
last 12 games.
If each viewing
were a goal,
that would be
two hat-stands.
It's a hat-trick.
Hat-trick.
Anyways, this is not good.
You're bad luck.
Impossible, there's no such
thing as luck, Booth.
Numbers don't lie.
Look at that, you're like
the curse of the Bones-bino.
Well, I don't know
what that means.
Hey.
Hey, guys,
sorry we're late.
Well, let me help.
No, no, no, Booth, sit, sit.
It's fine.
It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.
My arms work fine.
It's the rest of me
that's the problem.
So, how was
physical therapy progressing?
Oh, uh...
it's not.
Hodgins hasn't done
any PT in over a week.
Why?
I thought you said
everything was going good.
Oh, yeah, no.
I did say that, but, uh,
Hodgins hid the truth from me.
His doctor told me
that he has
no neural connectivity.
So, you-you don't
feel anything?
No, I have plenty
of feeling.
Anger, rage, uh, biting sarcasm.
Though I'm not sure
if that last one
is a feeling or just
a really pissy attitude.
It's an attitude.
Thank you.
Yeah, thanks for
the clarification.
- Oh.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, that's...
Look, don't worry about it.
Damn it.
Hey, you know what,
I-I've had too much
caffeine today, anyways.
Let me just move you back
a little bit here...
No, enough, Angela, it's fine.
It's fine, please.
You know what,
this is probably not
the most
wheelchair-friendly environment.
Let's just go
somewhere else.
No, the Royal Diner's our spot.
Don't change that
because of me, I...
Well, unfortunately,
it looks like we're all
gonna have to get going.
A body was found
inside a burned-out car.
Okay, we'll just do
a rain check then.
Look, hey,
I tell you what,
why don't you come over
later tonight
and we can watch
the game together,
just the guys?
Thank you for that,
but I think you've all done
enough charity
work for one day.
According to the police,
the deceased was driving
on a remote road
when his car went through
a guard rail and caught fire.
Considering how
charred the skull is,
facial reconstruction
won't be easy.
These days, not much is.
Though, we have solved
murders with less.
True, but this is not
a murder investigation.
No, it's just
your run-of-the-mill
car crash where we need
to find an ID.
The rounded supraorbital margins
suggest the victim was male.
Yeah, well,
whoever he was...
he was obviously poor.
I mean,
look at this old clunker.
This car was a piece of crap
even before the accident.
Any chance
the car can give us an ID?
It could, if the VIN weren't
burned beyond all recognition.
Judging by the wear
on the mandibular teeth,
I'd place the victim's age
at early 40s.
Looks like the fire
burned away most of the blood,
but there should be
enough liver left
to run a tox screen.
Oh, you're thinking
he could have been
drinking at time of death?
Hey, hold on a second.
Looks like a new carburetor
was put in recently.
Oh, if you can get
the serial numbers,
then Booth should be able
to track down
where it was sold.
Yeah, great idea there, Angela.
No way I would have thought
of that one on my own.
Uh, Dr. Hodgins,
would you like a hand?
No, but I could use
a new pair of legs.
No fans of paraplegic humor?
Tough crowd.
Yeah, yeah, I remember
the guy who bought this.
He was a tall dude,
light brown hair--
Oh, my God.
Wait, you are totally
packing heat right now,
aren't you?
Let's try to stay focused
on the case, okay, Allie?
Am I, like, the star witness
or something?
No, you're the person
who sold a carburetor
to a man
who is now deceased.
Yeah, but I'm still, like,
instrumental to the case?
Couldn't do it without you.
Now, uh, do you remember
this guy's name?
Beats me. I mean, dude
came into the store
all the time for parts,
but he always paid cash.
Okay, so he wasn't poor?
Oh, hell no.
I mean, at least he dressed
and acted like a rich guy.
You know, nice shirt,
fancy phone.
Mm-hmm, anything else
you can tell me about him?
Yeah.
The guy was a major Wang.
No, seriously, he was, like,
our rudest customer ever.
He used to always
talk down to me
'cause I'm a girl,
like I couldn't
possibly know anything
about multiport fuel injectors
just cause I have a hoo-ha.
Okay, well,
thank you, uh,
for your time, Allie.
Wait, what, that's it?
Well, unless you have
any more information.
Well, no, i-i-it's just that--
it is so sick being here,
raked across the coals
by a real, live FBI agent.
I-I-I didn't rake you across...
Do you mind if I-I take
a selfie with you?
It's just,
the guys at the store,
they're never
gonna believe this.
Dr. Saroyan,
take a look at this.
I found
a circumferential fracture
on the victim's
parietal bones.
That's odd.
Injuries to that area
suggest the victim
hit the top of his head
on the steering wheel.
Unless...
the victim
wasn't conscious
when the car went
through the guard rail.
You are correct.
The edges of the fractures
on the victim's parietal
bone show no sign of
hemorrhagic staining.
Suggesting they were made postmortem.
This was no accident.
Yeah, well,
that sounds good to me.
Take a murdered, rich d-bag
over a charity case
any day.
Dr. Hodgins,
you used the lift.
How was it?
It was exhilarating, Cam.
If I'd known
I was getting one of those,
I'd have crippled myself
months ago.
I... get it.
It's just nice to see you
back up here where you belong.
Uh, you just said something
about the victim being rich.
I'm worried that it is
too early to conclude this
based solely on, uh, testimony
of an auto parts clerk.
Really?
What about this?
I don't know too many paupers
who have a key fob
for a brand-new Lexus.
Why would someone
who owns a luxury car
drive a beat-up old junker?
Who knows?
The world is full
of messed up people.
I should know.
I'm one of them.
♪ Bones 11x12 ♪
The Murder of the Meninist
Original Air Date on April 21, 2016
♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
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@elder_man
So, because of the fire damage,
I was only able to do
a partial reconstruction,
but the good news is,
I may have found
another way to get his ID.
Is that the victim's
cell phone?
Yeah, it's also
his wallet.
It's one of those
two-in-one cases.
Which means the
victim's driver's license
may be somewhere inside.
Yeah, that's why I borrowed
Hodgins' laser-cutter.
It's sort of
old-school Star Wars,
but it's the best way
to cut through plastic.
Well, then,
may the Force
remain in your proximity.
Yeah, sweetie,
something like that.
I couldn't help
but notice Hodgins
speaking to you
quite harshly today.
Yeah, it's not great, but...
I guess it's just, uh,
one of the stages
of dealing with trauma.
It seems unfair that you have
to endure such treatment.
Well, we agreed to stand
by each other.
For better or worse.
Okay, blob,
let's see what you've got.
It appears the fire fused
the victim's credit cards
into a giant amalgam.
Yeah, you see that tiny piece
of metal in there?
Let me just see
if I can extract it.
Looks like a microchip.
Yeah, many of the new credit
cards have them embedded now.
I can just scan it.
Emil Bradford.
Looks like we found our guy.
I hear you got an ID.
Yeah, Emil Bradford,
43 years old.
Divorced six years ago.
No kids or family in the area.
Angela said that
the cell phone
was literal toast,
so I figured I'd go ahead
and issue a warrant
to get his phone records.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
At least then we can see
who he was talking to.
Yeah. Oh!
Almost forgot there.
Got you a little something.
Look at that. Donuts.
There's over a dozen here.
What do you think I am, you?
I figured some
emotional eating might help.
It's been a rough couple weeks
for the Flyers.
You know what, I'm pretty sure
Bones is causing it.
You think Dr. Brennan is a jinx?
I don't know,
you tell me, all right.
The Flyers have
lost the last six
when she's
watched with me.
Oh, no, no, no, no,
you need to nip this one
in the bud, okay?
Trust me, as a lifelong
Cubs fan, jinxes are real.
What am I supposed to do? Hmm?
Tell her that she can't watch
the Flyer games with me?
Well, uh, sounds
like a good start.
Oh, wow, seriously.
Bones is not gonna like
it if I put
hockey before her.
That's bad news.
Well, let me remind you
that my all-time
favorite baseball team
hasn't made it to
a World Series since 1945.
You want a postseason,
you may not have a choice.
These are good.
Right?
There are remodeled
bilateral fractures
on the nasal bones,
zygomatics,
and around the orbital sockets,
all appearing to
be five to ten years old.
And the x-rays of the left
radius and ulna
show evidence of remodeling
from about
the same time period.
That's in line with Bradford's
hospital records.
It appears he had a series
of late-night ER visits
just over
six and a half years ago.
Well, must have been
a rough time in his life.
It was.
He was getting divorced.
Mm.
Taken together, this
constellation of injuries
is consistent
with domestic violence.
But the victim...
is a man.
Yeah, surely, you know that men
can also be the victims
of spousal abuse.
Not real men.
All I'm saying is the injuries
could be from something else.
Did the victim report being abused?
No,
but that doesn't surprise me,
given cultural biases,
like your own,
men are often too ashamed
to admit it.
Dr. Hodgins,
how is the car
autopsy going?
Or would it be an auto-topsy?
I'd laugh, but the explosion
must have paralyzed
my sense of humor
as well, but...
at least I figured out
what started the fire.
See that fuel line there?
Yep.
Well, it must have ruptured
when the car went off the road,
basically turning
the inside of the vehicle
into a convection oven,
and clearly
fusing the trunk shut
in the process.
This information will be
very useful for my project.
Ah.
You can leave those right there,
guys, thanks.
What's with the animal parts?
What, there's not enough blood
and guts here in the lab?
You had to go out
and buy your own?
Actually, I'm conducting
an experiment.
Well, since when
do you do experiments,
especially ones that involve
lamb shanks, a cow heart,
and four bags of pig intestines?
I'm trying to determine
when Emil Bradford's body
was dumped.
By doing what?
You gonna create a
pound-for-pound sausage replica
of the victim, light it on fire,
and see how long it burns?
That pretty much sums it up,
but I could use your help
finding an enclosure
to simulate the inside of a car.
Okay, nice try,
but I know what you're doing.
Trying to solve a murder.
Yeah, sure you are.
But you know what?
You can just throw
your little pig man barbecue
over there without my help
because I'm busy.
Well, fine,
I didn't need you anyway.
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
I'm having
the kitchen remodeled.
Hey, Rob!
Keep it down--
I have guests out here!
Sorry about that.
You want me to stop?
No.
Just hammer quietly, okay?
Ms. Bradford,
uh, when was the last time
that you saw your ex-husband?
I don't know.
A couple of months ago.
The cheap son of a bitch
brought me to court trying
to reduce his alimony.
Really?
Yeah, I really see
you're strapped for cash.
Emil had family money, and after
being married to that sad sack,
I deserve every penny I get.
Did you know that Emil
didn't hold down a decent job
the entire time
we were married?
Is that why you beat him?
Excuse me?
Evidence on Emil's corpse
suggests there was
domestic violence
during your marriage.
Maybe you two got into
an argument over alimony,
things got
a little crazy...
Why would I kill the man
that was paying me
ten grand a month
in alimony?
Ms. Bradford,
it's clear that you
and your ex weren't very close,
but is there anything else
you can tell us
about Emil's life
after the divorce?
As far as I know,
there wasn't much of one.
Everything he did
revolved around the stupid
men's rights group
he started.
Men-men's rights?
Yeah.
It's called Men Now.
Is that a legitimate
organization?
Believe me,
I'm as shocked as you are,
but that group
was all he cared about.
Men Now was Emil's whole life.
Hodgins finally got
the trunk of the car open.
He wanted me
to bring you this.
He couldn't
bring it himself?
Evidently, he was too busy.
If you want me
to talk to him...
No.
Trust me,
there's really no point.
You're kidding, right?
These papers
are like charcoal.
They're way past
the point of recovery.
Well...
give it your best shot.
If Emil spent
all his time at work,
these may be valuable.
Yeah.
Speaking of Emil,
I did some digging around
in the manosphere.
The what?
Uh, it's the
online community
of blogs and websites
that focus on men's issues.
Remind me why
we love the Internet?
Now, apparently,
it's a burgeoning movement.
You wouldn't believe
how many guys out there
identify themselves
as meninists.
I thought human rights
organizations were supposed
to empower people who
are marginalized or oppressed.
Well, according to Men Now,
oppressed people
include middle-aged white men.
Look at this.
This is a video posted
by the victim.
These so-called feminists
are nothing but a bunch
of Lez-banese man-haters,
and the reason they're
always screaming about
their reproductive rights
is to distract us
from their real plot,
which is getting rid
of the male species.
Oh, good Lord.
Yeah.
And we get
to solve his murder.
I'm sorry, we must be,
uh, at the wrong place.
We're looking for Men Now.
Congratulations,
you've found us.
I'm Karen.
Please, come in.
But y-you're a woman.
Indeed.
Yes, well, lots of us support
the men's rights movement.
Perhaps you would like
to see our brochures?
No, I would not.
We're here
on official business.
FBI, Special Agent Seeley Booth.
And I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Your colleague Emil Bradford's
body was found this morning.
No, no, I-I-I don't believe it.
Oh, my...
When was the last time
you saw him?
It was last Thursday,
here in the office.
He, um, he didn't come in
on Friday, but I just assumed
that he was working from home.
Both he and Paul keep
flexible hours.
Who's Paul?
Um, i-it's my husband.
He and Emil co-founded Men Now.
And I-- you know, I drop
by the office when I can,
but they're the only ones
who work full-time.
Well, is he here now, 'cause
we need to speak with him.
Yes.
Um, but he's in the middle
of a membership meeting
right now.
Really,
because we're in the middle
of a murder investigation.
And I promise, we at Men Now
will never give up the fight.
Not until all fathers are given
equal custody, until women
are required to sign up
for the selective service,
and congress has abolished
all rape shield laws.
This guy's gotta
be kidding, right?
Well, actually, his point about
selective service is valid.
Bones, there hasn't been
a draft in 40 years.
Still, it's only fair
that both sexes
be eligible should one occur.
And thanks to
the pro-female bias
of the family court system,
the institution of marriage
is now the greatest danger
that men face today.
Let me ask you this...
I don't know what's worse,
this speech,
or the knuckleheads
who agree with him.
Well, personally,
I am not surprised,
considering
that matriarchal societies
held sway
from the Paleolithic era
all the way up to 3000 BCE.
Well, I want to punch
this guy.
All I'm saying is,
if a woman is going
to dress like a slut,
then she might as well
wear a sign saying,
"Rape me now."
I really want to punch this guy.
Hey, you have something
for me to analyze?
Presumably,
a piece of evidence
you couldn't have
walked over to my office.
I thought you'd prefer
if I didn't treat you with pity.
Oh, wow.
How considerate of you.
Take a look at this
blunt force trauma
to the left anterior aspect
of the frontal bone
and also near
the coronal suture.
All perimortem.
I presume that means
that you want me
to swab for particulates,
which also must mean
that you have no clue
what caused the damage.
Not yet,
but according
to my measurements,
those blows were made
by a triangle-shaped object.
I gotta say, I'm not surprised
a jackass like this
was attacked.
I agree.
He had it coming.
Because a man who treats
a woman like dirt,
he's not a man at all.
Really?
What do you call a man
who not-so-subtly passes
judgment on a paraplegic?
For being so honest,
I'd call him a friend.
Tell Dr. Brennan that
I'll have her results shortly.
I, uh, I can't believe
he's gone.
One of the big reasons
we've been growing so quickly
is because of the wonderful
online videos
that Emil and Karen
have been putting together.
We just love going viral.
So do infectious diseases.
Right, uh,
so I guess Men Now
really is taking off.
I guess you'll just have to keep
all those profits to yourself.
Please.
Money means nothing to me.
Right,
which is probably why you're
driving around in those junky cars.
No, we bought those junk boxes
because driving around
in nice cars got too expensive.
I cannot tell you
how many times some feminazi
shattered their windshields
or keyed their cars.
Forensic evidence shows
that Emil was struck
multiple times in the head.
Do you know of anyone
who threatened him?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Leah Marino.
She runs the D.C. chapter
of Women for Change.
Really? I have been
a member of that organization
since college.
- You have? Yes.
- Oh, well,
that figures a person like you
would be a member
of a sexist group like that.
A sexist?
Uh, WFC promotes equality
for all people.
Everyone knows
affirmative action takes jobs
away from qualified men.
You know what,
why don't we just hold off here
on the women's debate
lecture thing,
and you can tell us
more about Leah Marino.
Well, that woman's
been a thorn
in our side from day one.
Always making nasty
Internet comments,
leading protests
outside our conferences,
and just a few weeks ago,
the bitch,
she hacked, uh,
our Men Now Web site.
She knocked us offline
for two days.
That's a terrible loss.
Is Dr. Brennan back yet?
I got my results
from the swab of the skull.
I haven't seen her,
but you're just in time.
You have to check this out.
If this works
like I think it should,
then this glue will dry
into a solid sheet of rubber.
It's a steel-graphite alloy.
Oh, no, no, i-it's gonna
turn into rubber.
Angela, try to keep up,
all right? I'm talking about
the particulates
that I found in the skull.
That, combined
with the wound's
triangular shape,
could actually point
to a lot of things here, okay.
Could be a nine-iron,
or possibly a-a garden spade,
or maybe
the back of a hammer.
Okay, um, you do realize
that I was right in
the middle of saying something.
All right, and your point is?
Look, I know that
this is hard for you,
but you cannot
treat me like this.
I'm not treating you
like anything.
I'm busy.
Okay.
I just thought
this paper
reconstruction process would be
right up your alley.
Look, see?
It rubberized.
Wow.
Thank you, that was,
uh...
that was... really great.
Ah, Dr. Hodgins,
you're just in time.
I was about to set
Pig Man on fire,
but perhaps,
you'd like to do the honors?
Or I could just
do it myself.
Wow, that was bigger
than I thought.
You know, you never
told me you were a member
of Women for Change.
I didn't think I had to.
I've received
their monthly newsletter
for the past 20 years.
Who knew I married a bra burner?
Okay.
Women for Change is not
a bunch of'60s radicals.
Oh, yeah,
then why is Leah Marino
leading a protest
down at the Sherborne Hotel?
Because the Sherborne
pays its female employees
two-thirds what a male receives
for the same job.
It's discriminatory
and illogical.
It makes about as much sense
as someone believing in jinxes.
Okay, what about
the butterfly effect?
You're referring
to chaos theory?
That's right.
I read all about it.
A butterfly flaps its wings
in South America,
and it rains in Central Park.
Booth,
I've told you this before,
skimming Wikipedia does not
bolster your arguments.
Okay, look, just face it, Bones.
You are the butterfly.
You're the butterfly, Bones.
You watch the game here,
and it creates chaos
for the Flyers.
That's not even close
to how it works.
Okay, how about we do
an experiment, then?
I'll watch
the Flyers game alone,
and we'll see how they do.
Okay, your hypothesis being
the Flyers will win
unless I'm there to watch?
I got a great idea;
why don't we skip the game
and I take you out
for a romantic dinner?
You're that desperate
No.
to keep me away from the Flyers?
Come on.
It was worth a shot.
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
This crowd's a lot bigger
and angrier than I thought.
Wage equality now!
Well...age equality now!
Women for Change
practices nonviolence.
I'm sure it's
a peaceful demonstration.
Right, because Leah Marino,
she is so peaceful.
All right, what about
these tweets here?
Ah, "Suicide is never an option
except for Emil Bradford."
Oh, how about this one:
"Raise your hand
if you want Emil Bradford
to die a slow,
painful death."
Oh. Booth, there she is.
...and we'll stay here
till the Sherborne Hotel
pays their female employees
the same wage it pays the men.
Leah Marino, FBI,
Special Agent Seeley Booth.
We need to talk to you.
So, look what we have here.
Looks like Sherborne wants
to play hardball, huh?
This has nothing to do
with, uh, equal pay.
We need to speak to you
about the death of...
I guess those
corporate fat cats
at the Sherborne
must be getting scared
since they sent these FBI agents
to come and arrest me.
We're not here to arrest you.
No.
I'm not scared
of these government goons,
and you shouldn't
be scared either,
because when it comes
to ending the wage gap,
the only thing we should fear
is our own complacency.
So, if you have to arrest me,
arrest me.
Okay, let's go,
let's go, come on.
Let her go!
Male oppressor!
How's it feel working
for the man?
Oh, no, no, no,
I-I support you.
I-I'm actually a card-carrying
member of Women For Change.
I support you.
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Ms. Marino, reading the hateful
comments that you posted online,
I'd say that you were at war
with Emil Bradford.
I never intended
to stoop to his level,
but I wasn't about to let
his nasty, uninformed rhetoric
undo 50 years of progress.
So, hacking the Men Now
Web site was, what,
your way of extending
an olive branch?
More like an act
of desperation.
I thought if
I did something big,
Emil would stop harassing me.
I've read your tweets.
You gave as good as you got.
I'm not talking about
the online stuff.
Emil got off on destroying
people's lives.
I can't tell you
how many times he stood
outside my home or my work,
shouting insults
through his bullhorn.
Once, he even showed up
outside of
a restaurant.
So, why not file
a restraining order?
I was about to,
then two weeks ago,
it all stopped.
So, you're saying he just up
and left you alone.
Why would he do that?
My guess is
he found someone new to harass.
Ah, his cell phone records show
that Emil's ex-wife was right
about him not
having a normal life.
It appears
the majority of his calls
were made to
Karen and Paul Walters.
Talk about somebody who needs
some decency beaten into him.
While I agree
the Walters are infuriating,
that's no excuse
for violence, Booth.
Bones, I didn't say
I was gonna beat him up,
I just like thinking about it,
that's all.
I've been doing
some thinking as well
about tonight's game.
You thinking about not watching it?
No.
I was thinking about
what pizza to order.
Oh, come on, Bones,
you gotta be kidding me, really?
You don't care about hockey
your whole life,
and all of a sudden
this one game comes up
and you just can't let it go.
Perhaps it's you
who needs to relinquish
your primitive superstitions.
All right,
wait a second.
I might have something here.
The last signal picked up
was from a Wi-Fi
account XYZ123
Thursday night at 10:00 p.m.
That's the last day
that Emil was seen alive.
Yeah, the only problem is
it came from a hot-spot meaning,
it came from
somebody else's phone.
Well, if we can track down
the person who owns
that hot-spot,
we'll know who Emil
was with that night.
Cam, if you can pull yourself
away from the human sausage
for a second,
I've got some actual data
to share.
Sure, go right ahead.
Turns out, the vehicle's head
and taillights
weren't shattered
in the accident.
So, someone
smashed up Emil's car
before it went off the road?
It looks that way,
and when I swabbed
the glass for particulates,
I found traces of steel alloy.
The same material that caused
the fractures to his skull.
Nice work.
Yeah, I wish I could say
the same for you,
because without proper
ventilation for the build-up
of methane gas,
your little male
chauvinist pig there
is not gonna just cook,
he's gonna explode.
Well...
perhaps you'd like
to help me correct that?
Not a chance, uh-uh.
No, I'm keeping as far away
from that pork balloon
as possible.
Oh, wow, uh,
I'm so sorry about that.
So, after converting
the victim's burnt papers
to a rubberized sheet,
I was able to scan and upload
the image to a video
spectral comparator.
Okay...
are we supposed
to be seeing something?
Yeah, in a sec.
The carbonized image
can only be viewed
by an infrared light source.
That's unexpected.
I would have gone with creepy.
Yeah, that's why
I called you guys in here.
Well, there has
to be something else.
Yeah, I agree.
Let me adjust
the light spectrum.
"Right to choose?
Some of us never
got the chance."
Hold on...
is that baby holding his...
Mm-hmm.
Looks like it.
"Men,
"if you were circumcised
"against your wishes,
you can fight back."
These flyers
are targeted at a
Dr. Pamela Gould.
That explains
why the victim
stopped targeting Leah Marino.
Men Now was building
a class-action lawsuit
against Dr. Gould
for performing
these circumcisions.
That can't really
be a thing, can it?
I read about
lawsuits like this.
In each case,
the plaintiffs won.
On what grounds?
Apparently, all the former
patients have to prove
is that the circumcision
was performed
without their consent.
What consent?
We had Michael Vincent
snipped at two days old.
That is a shame.
In Cuba, very few boys
are circumcised.
Did you know that having
a foreskin greatly enhances
a man's sexual pleasure?
There is no scientific proof
of that, Dr. Fuentes.
No, but I have
ample anecdotal evidence.
Mm-hmm.
Mm.
So, Dr. Gould
must not have been happy
about Bradford
distributing these flyers.
Well, perhaps next time,
she'll be more careful
with her scissors.
You can laugh,
but a lawsuit like this
could potentially bankrupt
a medical practice.
Sounds like motive
for murder to me.
I talked to your secretary,
Dr. Gould.
She said that she saw
Emil handing these out
at the hospital's main
entrance last Thursday.
It also happens to be
one of the last times
anyone saw him alive.
That man was outside
the hospital every day
for the last two weeks,
trying to recruit patients
for that ridiculous
lawsuit of his.
I've also got witnesses
who saw you confront Emil.
We may have had a few words.
So what?
You recognize that?
I believe that's the tire iron
I keep in the trunk of my car.
Coincidentally,
made from the same
steel-graphite alloy
that we found
in the victim's
headlights and face.
Okay, I admit it, I hit his car,
but I swear I never touched him.
I think you snapped.
You couldn't bear
the thought
of Bradford destroying
your medical practice,
so you decided
to get rid of him first.
Look, vandalizing Emil's car
was not my proudest moment,
but that doesn't mean
I killed him.
In fact, after I was done
taking out my aggressions,
Emil and I had a nice little
talk about the whole thing,
and he apologized.
Emil Bradford apologized?
After you smashed up his car?
It was shocking, but yes.
He claimed our talk helped him
see the error of his ways,
and he was turning
over a new leaf.
I'm telling you,
it's the truth.
He even talked
about disbanding Men Now.
If Emil was planning
to shutter Men Now,
I imagine it would have driven
Paul and Karen Walters
even crazier
than they already are.
Are you implying Men Now
has no legitimate issues?
Are you implying they do?
Well, in some cases.
For example,
I think that men
are entitled to equal custody
in divorce settlements.
Perhaps,
but does it really justify
the existence
of a men's rights group?
Everyone knows
it's a man's world.
Well, I think it
should be an equal one.
Dr. Brennan,
I've identified
evulsion fractures
of the inferior margin
of the C4
and the superior margin
of the C5 vertebrae.
The extensive fracturing
from the fire
must have obscured them.
Looking at this
pattern of damage,
it's all beginning
to make sense.
First, the victim
was smashed in the face
with a blunt, triangular object.
Injuring his hands and forearms
as he tried to defend himself.
Then, the force
of the blows pushed him
backward and caused him
to fall and hit his neck
on something with a sharp,
horizontal edge.
Given this scenario,
this damage to the vertebrae
would have severed
the victim's spinal cord,
causing death.
But we still haven't identified
the object that hit him
or the location
where he was killed.
If Emil was
truly breaking
his ties to Men Now,
I'm guessing it had something
to do with Paul Walters.
Well, that is
a sexist assumption.
The killer could be
his wife, Karen.
That was meant as a compliment.
And I suppose
you think that women
should feel flattered
when they are catcalled
walking down the street?
I know I do.
Is this something that happens
to you frequently, Dr. Fuentes?
Oh, yes.
They either call to me,
or simply make love to me
with their eyes.
Though based on the
daggers your eyes are sending,
I will concede
that it is possible
for a woman to be a killer.
Wow.
I guess one human bratwurst
wasn't enough for you, huh?
Well, I was hoping
to make Pig Man Two
with your husband's
participation.
I appreciate what
you're trying to do, Cam,
but there is no helping Hodgins
right now.
You can take off those gloves.
I haven't even loaded the entrails yet.
Oh, good,
because the algorithm
that I came up with
makes Sausage Boy
irrelevant.
Oh, thank God.
So, you figured out when
the victim's body was dumped?
Based on my calculations,
it was last Thursday night,
sometime between
midnight and 4:00 a.m.
That's great.
Though it would've been better
had you told me two hours ago.
Well, also, get this--
I tracked down the owner
of that mobile hotspot, XYZ123.
That's the last Wi-Fi signal
Emil's phone picked up?
Yeah, and I traced it
to Karen Walters' phone.
You know what, you lied to us.
We have phone records that show
that you were with Emil
- right before he died.
- According to Dr. Gould,
Emil was turning over
a new leaf,
possibly shutting down Men Now,
which must have made you
quite angry.
Angry enough to kill.
No, you have
this all wrong.
Emil wasn't going anywhere.
Dr. Gould
was very precise
about the words Emil used.
Yeah, well,
I can quote them, too,
because I wrote them.
That, the stuff
that Emil said about,
"Seeing the error of his ways,"
that was a line
that we would use
whenever we had run-ins
with angry feminists.
Turns out that lying
is a lot less painful
than having
your face smashed in.
Okay, assume
that we believe you.
You still haven't
answered our question.
What were you doing with Emil
the night that he died?
Your husband was with you
the last time we met,
Mrs. Walters.
Perhaps you neglected to mention
your late night meetings
with Emil
because the two of you
All right,
you know what...
Let our lawyers
handle this.
You know what,
you need to step outside.
The lawyers, they can stay.
Paul...
I can take care of this.
No, there's only one thing
you're going to do,
and that's keep
your damn mouth shut.
Mrs. Walters,
as a proponent
for equality between sexes,
I am shocked
you'd allow your husband
to speak to you
like that.
That one likes flapping
her gums, doesn't she?
You might want
to get a muzzle on her.
Outside.
That idea
is not only misogynistic,
it's downright sociopathic.
What can I say?
All bitches need
to be muzzled sometime.
I suggest you
stop talking
before I do something
we both regret.
Booth, stop.
You could lose your job
for striking a civilian.
Whereas, I...
might face
disciplinary action at most.
I think his jaw is broken.
We'll be filing charges
of criminal assault
against this woman.
As well as a civil suit.
I told you, she needs to be muzzled.
Back off.
Actually, the problem isn't
my mouth, it's yours.
I got to tell you,
Dr. Brennan's got
a mean right hook
for a squint.
Yeah, well,
I think my hand's
gonna feel worse than hers
after filling out
all these incident reports.
Ouch.
So, I take it Karen Walters
still isn't talking?
Nope, not a word.
What about the piece
of work she's married to?
No, you know what,
his jaw is so swollen,
he couldn't talk
if he wanted to.
Okay, so, we know that
Karen and Emil were together
a few hours before he
was killed, but the question is,
if they weren't
having an affair,
what the hell
were they doing?
Well, it's got to be
something illegal,
or she would talk.
Unless Karen's our killer.
My gut says no,
but something's definitely up.
Well, so you know,
I talked to Karen's boss
over at RGT Home
Security Systems.
Now, he says that
she clocked in at 9:00
the night of the murder,
didn't punch out
until 6:00 a.m. the next day.
Yeah, fine, I'll just get
a warrant for her work computer,
'cause if she was working
that night, I want to know why.
If a male FBI consultant
broke a suspect's jaw,
I imagine he'd be sitting
in a jail cell by now.
Well, if prison
had been an option,
I would never have struck him
in the first place.
But you will receive
some form of punishment?
Booth has submitted
the proper paperwork,
and it will receive
an unbiased review by the FBI.
I can only imagine
the catcalls you're gonna get
when you're picking up trash
on the side of the road.
That...
doesn't make any sense.
I thought community service
was a common
disciplinary action.
Not that.
The victim's frontal bone.
It has a strange
burn mark on it.
The body was in a car fire.
There's not an inch of it
that isn't covered with burns.
But those were
made postmortem.
When necrotized bone
is burned,
there's usually evidence
of linear
and longitudinal fractures.
And when live bone
is burned,
the fracture lines tend
to be crescent-shaped,
like this.
So, the victim was hit
repeatedly in the head
with a blunt,
triangle-shaped object
that was also burning hot?
That's it, Dr. Fuentes.
It is?
The victim was struck
by an iron.
Hey, so, Cam just called
from Paul
and Karen Walter's house.
No sign of blood on their iron.
Any luck busting Karen's alibi?
Well, her work computer confirms
she was there the whole night,
but I did find
something interesting.
Okay, so, it looks like
Karen shut down one of her
clients' home security systems
between the hours
of 10:30 and 11:30 p.m.
Yeah, and guess
whose house it was.
That's Gail Bradford's
address.
Karen used her job
at RGT Home Security
to help Emil break
into his ex-wife's house.
That explains
why Karen lied
about being with Emil
that night.
Shutting down
a client's security system
isn't just grounds
it could get her arrested.
Now the only question is
why she did it.
Yeah, something tells me
Karen isn't going
to be giving that up.
I think it's time
we have another chat
with Emil's ex-wife.
I'm getting déjà vu.
Didn't we do this once already?
Well, this time,
we have a search warrant.
Which way is
your laundry room?
Who said I had
a laundry room?
I'll find it myself.
And what possible reason
would he have to do that?
Well, I don't know.
Maybe these, uh, these shirts,
these shoes here,
oh, look at that,
these magazines.
I like to read the articles.
Right, don't we all?
Emil shut off the security
system so he could get proof
that you
and your contractor were
shacking up.
Why would he care
about me and Rob?
Because if he could proof
that you two were shacking up,
he wouldn't have
to pay you alimony.
Booth...
I found the iron.
It's got blood on it.
Blood?
Gail, maybe we
should just
tell them the truth.
It might make them
go easier on us.
"On us"?
No.
He's the one who did it.
It was terrible,
the way he kept bashing
Emil in the face,
and then he forced me
to help him get rid of the body.
I didn't want to do it,
but I was afraid
that if I didn't,
that he would--
he would kill me, too.
She's lying.
Everything she said
is the exact opposite
of what happened.
Yeah.
Let's go.
She hits me, you know.
Okay, you two
can bicker
on the way down
when you get booked.
Let's go.
Hey, are you ready to...
to go?
Angela.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Oh...
I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't
mean to, but...
honey, that is--
that's so great.
You-you joined a support group.
Yeah, I did.
It's nothing. Can we just,
can we go home now?
Yeah, yeah, okay, but...
why wouldn't you want
to share that with me?
I am so proud
of you, honey.
This is gonna help
everything so much.
Angela...
I really, really don't want
to talk about it, okay?
Look, I know
this is a process,
but you're doing the work,
and... everything
is gonna be okay.
No. It's not.
You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
At least the people online,
you know,
they're-they're honest,
you know.
They-they know that
I'm not gonna just snap back
and be the person
that I was before.
Okay, um...
I'm trying my best here,
Hodgins.
Y-you do not have to yell at me.
You think this is me
being hard on you?
'Cause you have no clue
how much anger I'm holding back.
So, you can either
deal with this, or go.
You know what,
you should.
Yeah, Angela,
you should, you should go,
because I promise you
this is not gonna
get any easier.
All right, come on, Bones,
what are you talking about?
Gail totally did it.
Well,
anthropologically speaking,
men commit
a disproportionately high number
of violent acts
as compared to women.
All right, okay,
that's just great,
coming from somebody
who coldclocked the suspect.
Well, uh,
an action which I regret,
despite the enjoyment
I felt in the moment.
All I'm saying is,
no matter what,
the judge is probably gonna
go easier on her
because she's a woman.
Well, it's bias like that
which fuels
the men's rights movement.
You know, you are
a very complicated woman,
you know--
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what is all this?
I have prepared
a variety of snack foods
all beginning
with the letter "F"
that we can eat
while watching
the Flyers game, plus...
I read that a rally hat
can be effective
in reversing a curse.
All right, so you admit
that you're a jinx?
No, there's no such
thing as a jinx,
but I do want you
to be happy, Booth.
Oh, I'm happy.
Booth, if you want
the Flyers to win,
you should reverse
your shirt as well,
and also your pants.
You want me to
take my pants off?
Yes.
That's what you want me to do?
Okay, that's sexist.
Now you're looking at me like
I'm some kind of piece of meat.
I would never
look at you like that.
I'm a vegetarian.
Well, it's okay,
don't worry about it.
I tell you what,
how about a kiss for good luck?
I didn't know kisses
were good luck.
Of course,
they're good luck.
Well, The Flyers
are going to win.
All right, okay,
don't get too overconfident,
then you're gonna jinx them.
Just pass the fries.
No, you should really try
a falafel, Booth.
No.
Come on, the puck's
about to drop.
Here we go!
Try a falafel, Booth.
That's all-- I'll pass.
What about a fajita?
No fajita.
Veggie fajita.
I tell you what,
just say, "Go, Flyers."
I'm gonna put a little--
no, no, I'm not gonna say that.
If you don't say, "Go, Flyers--"
Booth.
All right, look,
their midgame is about to...
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@elder_man
What's that mean?
This is worse than I thought.
Thank you.
What are you looking at?
What case?
Perhaps I can help.
Yeah, I-I guess,
but you know what,
I don't think
you're gonna like this.
You know how
you've been watching
the Flyer games with me lately?
Yes.
Six out of the
last 12 games.
If each viewing
were a goal,
that would be
two hat-stands.
It's a hat-trick.
Hat-trick.
Anyways, this is not good.
You're bad luck.
Impossible, there's no such
thing as luck, Booth.
Numbers don't lie.
Look at that, you're like
the curse of the Bones-bino.
Well, I don't know
what that means.
Hey.
Hey, guys,
sorry we're late.
Well, let me help.
No, no, no, Booth, sit, sit.
It's fine.
It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.
My arms work fine.
It's the rest of me
that's the problem.
So, how was
physical therapy progressing?
Oh, uh...
it's not.
Hodgins hasn't done
any PT in over a week.
Why?
I thought you said
everything was going good.
Oh, yeah, no.
I did say that, but, uh,
Hodgins hid the truth from me.
His doctor told me
that he has
no neural connectivity.
So, you-you don't
feel anything?
No, I have plenty
of feeling.
Anger, rage, uh, biting sarcasm.
Though I'm not sure
if that last one
is a feeling or just
a really pissy attitude.
It's an attitude.
Thank you.
Yeah, thanks for
the clarification.
- Oh.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, that's...
Look, don't worry about it.
Damn it.
Hey, you know what,
I-I've had too much
caffeine today, anyways.
Let me just move you back
a little bit here...
No, enough, Angela, it's fine.
It's fine, please.
You know what,
this is probably not
the most
wheelchair-friendly environment.
Let's just go
somewhere else.
No, the Royal Diner's our spot.
Don't change that
because of me, I...
Well, unfortunately,
it looks like we're all
gonna have to get going.
A body was found
inside a burned-out car.
Okay, we'll just do
a rain check then.
Look, hey,
I tell you what,
why don't you come over
later tonight
and we can watch
the game together,
just the guys?
Thank you for that,
but I think you've all done
enough charity
work for one day.
According to the police,
the deceased was driving
on a remote road
when his car went through
a guard rail and caught fire.
Considering how
charred the skull is,
facial reconstruction
won't be easy.
These days, not much is.
Though, we have solved
murders with less.
True, but this is not
a murder investigation.
No, it's just
your run-of-the-mill
car crash where we need
to find an ID.
The rounded supraorbital margins
suggest the victim was male.
Yeah, well,
whoever he was...
he was obviously poor.
I mean,
look at this old clunker.
This car was a piece of crap
even before the accident.
Any chance
the car can give us an ID?
It could, if the VIN weren't
burned beyond all recognition.
Judging by the wear
on the mandibular teeth,
I'd place the victim's age
at early 40s.
Looks like the fire
burned away most of the blood,
but there should be
enough liver left
to run a tox screen.
Oh, you're thinking
he could have been
drinking at time of death?
Hey, hold on a second.
Looks like a new carburetor
was put in recently.
Oh, if you can get
the serial numbers,
then Booth should be able
to track down
where it was sold.
Yeah, great idea there, Angela.
No way I would have thought
of that one on my own.
Uh, Dr. Hodgins,
would you like a hand?
No, but I could use
a new pair of legs.
No fans of paraplegic humor?
Tough crowd.
Yeah, yeah, I remember
the guy who bought this.
He was a tall dude,
light brown hair--
Oh, my God.
Wait, you are totally
packing heat right now,
aren't you?
Let's try to stay focused
on the case, okay, Allie?
Am I, like, the star witness
or something?
No, you're the person
who sold a carburetor
to a man
who is now deceased.
Yeah, but I'm still, like,
instrumental to the case?
Couldn't do it without you.
Now, uh, do you remember
this guy's name?
Beats me. I mean, dude
came into the store
all the time for parts,
but he always paid cash.
Okay, so he wasn't poor?
Oh, hell no.
I mean, at least he dressed
and acted like a rich guy.
You know, nice shirt,
fancy phone.
Mm-hmm, anything else
you can tell me about him?
Yeah.
The guy was a major Wang.
No, seriously, he was, like,
our rudest customer ever.
He used to always
talk down to me
'cause I'm a girl,
like I couldn't
possibly know anything
about multiport fuel injectors
just cause I have a hoo-ha.
Okay, well,
thank you, uh,
for your time, Allie.
Wait, what, that's it?
Well, unless you have
any more information.
Well, no, i-i-it's just that--
it is so sick being here,
raked across the coals
by a real, live FBI agent.
I-I-I didn't rake you across...
Do you mind if I-I take
a selfie with you?
It's just,
the guys at the store,
they're never
gonna believe this.
Dr. Saroyan,
take a look at this.
I found
a circumferential fracture
on the victim's
parietal bones.
That's odd.
Injuries to that area
suggest the victim
hit the top of his head
on the steering wheel.
Unless...
the victim
wasn't conscious
when the car went
through the guard rail.
You are correct.
The edges of the fractures
on the victim's parietal
bone show no sign of
hemorrhagic staining.
Suggesting they were made postmortem.
This was no accident.
Yeah, well,
that sounds good to me.
Take a murdered, rich d-bag
over a charity case
any day.
Dr. Hodgins,
you used the lift.
How was it?
It was exhilarating, Cam.
If I'd known
I was getting one of those,
I'd have crippled myself
months ago.
I... get it.
It's just nice to see you
back up here where you belong.
Uh, you just said something
about the victim being rich.
I'm worried that it is
too early to conclude this
based solely on, uh, testimony
of an auto parts clerk.
Really?
What about this?
I don't know too many paupers
who have a key fob
for a brand-new Lexus.
Why would someone
who owns a luxury car
drive a beat-up old junker?
Who knows?
The world is full
of messed up people.
I should know.
I'm one of them.
♪ Bones 11x12 ♪
The Murder of the Meninist
Original Air Date on April 21, 2016
♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
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@elder_man
So, because of the fire damage,
I was only able to do
a partial reconstruction,
but the good news is,
I may have found
another way to get his ID.
Is that the victim's
cell phone?
Yeah, it's also
his wallet.
It's one of those
two-in-one cases.
Which means the
victim's driver's license
may be somewhere inside.
Yeah, that's why I borrowed
Hodgins' laser-cutter.
It's sort of
old-school Star Wars,
but it's the best way
to cut through plastic.
Well, then,
may the Force
remain in your proximity.
Yeah, sweetie,
something like that.
I couldn't help
but notice Hodgins
speaking to you
quite harshly today.
Yeah, it's not great, but...
I guess it's just, uh,
one of the stages
of dealing with trauma.
It seems unfair that you have
to endure such treatment.
Well, we agreed to stand
by each other.
For better or worse.
Okay, blob,
let's see what you've got.
It appears the fire fused
the victim's credit cards
into a giant amalgam.
Yeah, you see that tiny piece
of metal in there?
Let me just see
if I can extract it.
Looks like a microchip.
Yeah, many of the new credit
cards have them embedded now.
I can just scan it.
Emil Bradford.
Looks like we found our guy.
I hear you got an ID.
Yeah, Emil Bradford,
43 years old.
Divorced six years ago.
No kids or family in the area.
Angela said that
the cell phone
was literal toast,
so I figured I'd go ahead
and issue a warrant
to get his phone records.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
At least then we can see
who he was talking to.
Yeah. Oh!
Almost forgot there.
Got you a little something.
Look at that. Donuts.
There's over a dozen here.
What do you think I am, you?
I figured some
emotional eating might help.
It's been a rough couple weeks
for the Flyers.
You know what, I'm pretty sure
Bones is causing it.
You think Dr. Brennan is a jinx?
I don't know,
you tell me, all right.
The Flyers have
lost the last six
when she's
watched with me.
Oh, no, no, no, no,
you need to nip this one
in the bud, okay?
Trust me, as a lifelong
Cubs fan, jinxes are real.
What am I supposed to do? Hmm?
Tell her that she can't watch
the Flyer games with me?
Well, uh, sounds
like a good start.
Oh, wow, seriously.
Bones is not gonna like
it if I put
hockey before her.
That's bad news.
Well, let me remind you
that my all-time
favorite baseball team
hasn't made it to
a World Series since 1945.
You want a postseason,
you may not have a choice.
These are good.
Right?
There are remodeled
bilateral fractures
on the nasal bones,
zygomatics,
and around the orbital sockets,
all appearing to
be five to ten years old.
And the x-rays of the left
radius and ulna
show evidence of remodeling
from about
the same time period.
That's in line with Bradford's
hospital records.
It appears he had a series
of late-night ER visits
just over
six and a half years ago.
Well, must have been
a rough time in his life.
It was.
He was getting divorced.
Mm.
Taken together, this
constellation of injuries
is consistent
with domestic violence.
But the victim...
is a man.
Yeah, surely, you know that men
can also be the victims
of spousal abuse.
Not real men.
All I'm saying is the injuries
could be from something else.
Did the victim report being abused?
No,
but that doesn't surprise me,
given cultural biases,
like your own,
men are often too ashamed
to admit it.
Dr. Hodgins,
how is the car
autopsy going?
Or would it be an auto-topsy?
I'd laugh, but the explosion
must have paralyzed
my sense of humor
as well, but...
at least I figured out
what started the fire.
See that fuel line there?
Yep.
Well, it must have ruptured
when the car went off the road,
basically turning
the inside of the vehicle
into a convection oven,
and clearly
fusing the trunk shut
in the process.
This information will be
very useful for my project.
Ah.
You can leave those right there,
guys, thanks.
What's with the animal parts?
What, there's not enough blood
and guts here in the lab?
You had to go out
and buy your own?
Actually, I'm conducting
an experiment.
Well, since when
do you do experiments,
especially ones that involve
lamb shanks, a cow heart,
and four bags of pig intestines?
I'm trying to determine
when Emil Bradford's body
was dumped.
By doing what?
You gonna create a
pound-for-pound sausage replica
of the victim, light it on fire,
and see how long it burns?
That pretty much sums it up,
but I could use your help
finding an enclosure
to simulate the inside of a car.
Okay, nice try,
but I know what you're doing.
Trying to solve a murder.
Yeah, sure you are.
But you know what?
You can just throw
your little pig man barbecue
over there without my help
because I'm busy.
Well, fine,
I didn't need you anyway.
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
I'm having
the kitchen remodeled.
Hey, Rob!
Keep it down--
I have guests out here!
Sorry about that.
You want me to stop?
No.
Just hammer quietly, okay?
Ms. Bradford,
uh, when was the last time
that you saw your ex-husband?
I don't know.
A couple of months ago.
The cheap son of a bitch
brought me to court trying
to reduce his alimony.
Really?
Yeah, I really see
you're strapped for cash.
Emil had family money, and after
being married to that sad sack,
I deserve every penny I get.
Did you know that Emil
didn't hold down a decent job
the entire time
we were married?
Is that why you beat him?
Excuse me?
Evidence on Emil's corpse
suggests there was
domestic violence
during your marriage.
Maybe you two got into
an argument over alimony,
things got
a little crazy...
Why would I kill the man
that was paying me
ten grand a month
in alimony?
Ms. Bradford,
it's clear that you
and your ex weren't very close,
but is there anything else
you can tell us
about Emil's life
after the divorce?
As far as I know,
there wasn't much of one.
Everything he did
revolved around the stupid
men's rights group
he started.
Men-men's rights?
Yeah.
It's called Men Now.
Is that a legitimate
organization?
Believe me,
I'm as shocked as you are,
but that group
was all he cared about.
Men Now was Emil's whole life.
Hodgins finally got
the trunk of the car open.
He wanted me
to bring you this.
He couldn't
bring it himself?
Evidently, he was too busy.
If you want me
to talk to him...
No.
Trust me,
there's really no point.
You're kidding, right?
These papers
are like charcoal.
They're way past
the point of recovery.
Well...
give it your best shot.
If Emil spent
all his time at work,
these may be valuable.
Yeah.
Speaking of Emil,
I did some digging around
in the manosphere.
The what?
Uh, it's the
online community
of blogs and websites
that focus on men's issues.
Remind me why
we love the Internet?
Now, apparently,
it's a burgeoning movement.
You wouldn't believe
how many guys out there
identify themselves
as meninists.
I thought human rights
organizations were supposed
to empower people who
are marginalized or oppressed.
Well, according to Men Now,
oppressed people
include middle-aged white men.
Look at this.
This is a video posted
by the victim.
These so-called feminists
are nothing but a bunch
of Lez-banese man-haters,
and the reason they're
always screaming about
their reproductive rights
is to distract us
from their real plot,
which is getting rid
of the male species.
Oh, good Lord.
Yeah.
And we get
to solve his murder.
I'm sorry, we must be,
uh, at the wrong place.
We're looking for Men Now.
Congratulations,
you've found us.
I'm Karen.
Please, come in.
But y-you're a woman.
Indeed.
Yes, well, lots of us support
the men's rights movement.
Perhaps you would like
to see our brochures?
No, I would not.
We're here
on official business.
FBI, Special Agent Seeley Booth.
And I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Your colleague Emil Bradford's
body was found this morning.
No, no, I-I-I don't believe it.
Oh, my...
When was the last time
you saw him?
It was last Thursday,
here in the office.
He, um, he didn't come in
on Friday, but I just assumed
that he was working from home.
Both he and Paul keep
flexible hours.
Who's Paul?
Um, i-it's my husband.
He and Emil co-founded Men Now.
And I-- you know, I drop
by the office when I can,
but they're the only ones
who work full-time.
Well, is he here now, 'cause
we need to speak with him.
Yes.
Um, but he's in the middle
of a membership meeting
right now.
Really,
because we're in the middle
of a murder investigation.
And I promise, we at Men Now
will never give up the fight.
Not until all fathers are given
equal custody, until women
are required to sign up
for the selective service,
and congress has abolished
all rape shield laws.
This guy's gotta
be kidding, right?
Well, actually, his point about
selective service is valid.
Bones, there hasn't been
a draft in 40 years.
Still, it's only fair
that both sexes
be eligible should one occur.
And thanks to
the pro-female bias
of the family court system,
the institution of marriage
is now the greatest danger
that men face today.
Let me ask you this...
I don't know what's worse,
this speech,
or the knuckleheads
who agree with him.
Well, personally,
I am not surprised,
considering
that matriarchal societies
held sway
from the Paleolithic era
all the way up to 3000 BCE.
Well, I want to punch
this guy.
All I'm saying is,
if a woman is going
to dress like a slut,
then she might as well
wear a sign saying,
"Rape me now."
I really want to punch this guy.
Hey, you have something
for me to analyze?
Presumably,
a piece of evidence
you couldn't have
walked over to my office.
I thought you'd prefer
if I didn't treat you with pity.
Oh, wow.
How considerate of you.
Take a look at this
blunt force trauma
to the left anterior aspect
of the frontal bone
and also near
the coronal suture.
All perimortem.
I presume that means
that you want me
to swab for particulates,
which also must mean
that you have no clue
what caused the damage.
Not yet,
but according
to my measurements,
those blows were made
by a triangle-shaped object.
I gotta say, I'm not surprised
a jackass like this
was attacked.
I agree.
He had it coming.
Because a man who treats
a woman like dirt,
he's not a man at all.
Really?
What do you call a man
who not-so-subtly passes
judgment on a paraplegic?
For being so honest,
I'd call him a friend.
Tell Dr. Brennan that
I'll have her results shortly.
I, uh, I can't believe
he's gone.
One of the big reasons
we've been growing so quickly
is because of the wonderful
online videos
that Emil and Karen
have been putting together.
We just love going viral.
So do infectious diseases.
Right, uh,
so I guess Men Now
really is taking off.
I guess you'll just have to keep
all those profits to yourself.
Please.
Money means nothing to me.
Right,
which is probably why you're
driving around in those junky cars.
No, we bought those junk boxes
because driving around
in nice cars got too expensive.
I cannot tell you
how many times some feminazi
shattered their windshields
or keyed their cars.
Forensic evidence shows
that Emil was struck
multiple times in the head.
Do you know of anyone
who threatened him?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Leah Marino.
She runs the D.C. chapter
of Women for Change.
Really? I have been
a member of that organization
since college.
- You have? Yes.
- Oh, well,
that figures a person like you
would be a member
of a sexist group like that.
A sexist?
Uh, WFC promotes equality
for all people.
Everyone knows
affirmative action takes jobs
away from qualified men.
You know what,
why don't we just hold off here
on the women's debate
lecture thing,
and you can tell us
more about Leah Marino.
Well, that woman's
been a thorn
in our side from day one.
Always making nasty
Internet comments,
leading protests
outside our conferences,
and just a few weeks ago,
the bitch,
she hacked, uh,
our Men Now Web site.
She knocked us offline
for two days.
That's a terrible loss.
Is Dr. Brennan back yet?
I got my results
from the swab of the skull.
I haven't seen her,
but you're just in time.
You have to check this out.
If this works
like I think it should,
then this glue will dry
into a solid sheet of rubber.
It's a steel-graphite alloy.
Oh, no, no, i-it's gonna
turn into rubber.
Angela, try to keep up,
all right? I'm talking about
the particulates
that I found in the skull.
That, combined
with the wound's
triangular shape,
could actually point
to a lot of things here, okay.
Could be a nine-iron,
or possibly a-a garden spade,
or maybe
the back of a hammer.
Okay, um, you do realize
that I was right in
the middle of saying something.
All right, and your point is?
Look, I know that
this is hard for you,
but you cannot
treat me like this.
I'm not treating you
like anything.
I'm busy.
Okay.
I just thought
this paper
reconstruction process would be
right up your alley.
Look, see?
It rubberized.
Wow.
Thank you, that was,
uh...
that was... really great.
Ah, Dr. Hodgins,
you're just in time.
I was about to set
Pig Man on fire,
but perhaps,
you'd like to do the honors?
Or I could just
do it myself.
Wow, that was bigger
than I thought.
You know, you never
told me you were a member
of Women for Change.
I didn't think I had to.
I've received
their monthly newsletter
for the past 20 years.
Who knew I married a bra burner?
Okay.
Women for Change is not
a bunch of'60s radicals.
Oh, yeah,
then why is Leah Marino
leading a protest
down at the Sherborne Hotel?
Because the Sherborne
pays its female employees
two-thirds what a male receives
for the same job.
It's discriminatory
and illogical.
It makes about as much sense
as someone believing in jinxes.
Okay, what about
the butterfly effect?
You're referring
to chaos theory?
That's right.
I read all about it.
A butterfly flaps its wings
in South America,
and it rains in Central Park.
Booth,
I've told you this before,
skimming Wikipedia does not
bolster your arguments.
Okay, look, just face it, Bones.
You are the butterfly.
You're the butterfly, Bones.
You watch the game here,
and it creates chaos
for the Flyers.
That's not even close
to how it works.
Okay, how about we do
an experiment, then?
I'll watch
the Flyers game alone,
and we'll see how they do.
Okay, your hypothesis being
the Flyers will win
unless I'm there to watch?
I got a great idea;
why don't we skip the game
and I take you out
for a romantic dinner?
You're that desperate
No.
to keep me away from the Flyers?
Come on.
It was worth a shot.
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
This crowd's a lot bigger
and angrier than I thought.
Wage equality now!
Well...age equality now!
Women for Change
practices nonviolence.
I'm sure it's
a peaceful demonstration.
Right, because Leah Marino,
she is so peaceful.
All right, what about
these tweets here?
Ah, "Suicide is never an option
except for Emil Bradford."
Oh, how about this one:
"Raise your hand
if you want Emil Bradford
to die a slow,
painful death."
Oh. Booth, there she is.
...and we'll stay here
till the Sherborne Hotel
pays their female employees
the same wage it pays the men.
Leah Marino, FBI,
Special Agent Seeley Booth.
We need to talk to you.
So, look what we have here.
Looks like Sherborne wants
to play hardball, huh?
This has nothing to do
with, uh, equal pay.
We need to speak to you
about the death of...
I guess those
corporate fat cats
at the Sherborne
must be getting scared
since they sent these FBI agents
to come and arrest me.
We're not here to arrest you.
No.
I'm not scared
of these government goons,
and you shouldn't
be scared either,
because when it comes
to ending the wage gap,
the only thing we should fear
is our own complacency.
So, if you have to arrest me,
arrest me.
Okay, let's go,
let's go, come on.
Let her go!
Male oppressor!
How's it feel working
for the man?
Oh, no, no, no,
I-I support you.
I-I'm actually a card-carrying
member of Women For Change.
I support you.
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Wage equality now!
Ms. Marino, reading the hateful
comments that you posted online,
I'd say that you were at war
with Emil Bradford.
I never intended
to stoop to his level,
but I wasn't about to let
his nasty, uninformed rhetoric
undo 50 years of progress.
So, hacking the Men Now
Web site was, what,
your way of extending
an olive branch?
More like an act
of desperation.
I thought if
I did something big,
Emil would stop harassing me.
I've read your tweets.
You gave as good as you got.
I'm not talking about
the online stuff.
Emil got off on destroying
people's lives.
I can't tell you
how many times he stood
outside my home or my work,
shouting insults
through his bullhorn.
Once, he even showed up
outside of
a restaurant.
So, why not file
a restraining order?
I was about to,
then two weeks ago,
it all stopped.
So, you're saying he just up
and left you alone.
Why would he do that?
My guess is
he found someone new to harass.
Ah, his cell phone records show
that Emil's ex-wife was right
about him not
having a normal life.
It appears
the majority of his calls
were made to
Karen and Paul Walters.
Talk about somebody who needs
some decency beaten into him.
While I agree
the Walters are infuriating,
that's no excuse
for violence, Booth.
Bones, I didn't say
I was gonna beat him up,
I just like thinking about it,
that's all.
I've been doing
some thinking as well
about tonight's game.
You thinking about not watching it?
No.
I was thinking about
what pizza to order.
Oh, come on, Bones,
you gotta be kidding me, really?
You don't care about hockey
your whole life,
and all of a sudden
this one game comes up
and you just can't let it go.
Perhaps it's you
who needs to relinquish
your primitive superstitions.
All right,
wait a second.
I might have something here.
The last signal picked up
was from a Wi-Fi
account XYZ123
Thursday night at 10:00 p.m.
That's the last day
that Emil was seen alive.
Yeah, the only problem is
it came from a hot-spot meaning,
it came from
somebody else's phone.
Well, if we can track down
the person who owns
that hot-spot,
we'll know who Emil
was with that night.
Cam, if you can pull yourself
away from the human sausage
for a second,
I've got some actual data
to share.
Sure, go right ahead.
Turns out, the vehicle's head
and taillights
weren't shattered
in the accident.
So, someone
smashed up Emil's car
before it went off the road?
It looks that way,
and when I swabbed
the glass for particulates,
I found traces of steel alloy.
The same material that caused
the fractures to his skull.
Nice work.
Yeah, I wish I could say
the same for you,
because without proper
ventilation for the build-up
of methane gas,
your little male
chauvinist pig there
is not gonna just cook,
he's gonna explode.
Well...
perhaps you'd like
to help me correct that?
Not a chance, uh-uh.
No, I'm keeping as far away
from that pork balloon
as possible.
Oh, wow, uh,
I'm so sorry about that.
So, after converting
the victim's burnt papers
to a rubberized sheet,
I was able to scan and upload
the image to a video
spectral comparator.
Okay...
are we supposed
to be seeing something?
Yeah, in a sec.
The carbonized image
can only be viewed
by an infrared light source.
That's unexpected.
I would have gone with creepy.
Yeah, that's why
I called you guys in here.
Well, there has
to be something else.
Yeah, I agree.
Let me adjust
the light spectrum.
"Right to choose?
Some of us never
got the chance."
Hold on...
is that baby holding his...
Mm-hmm.
Looks like it.
"Men,
"if you were circumcised
"against your wishes,
you can fight back."
These flyers
are targeted at a
Dr. Pamela Gould.
That explains
why the victim
stopped targeting Leah Marino.
Men Now was building
a class-action lawsuit
against Dr. Gould
for performing
these circumcisions.
That can't really
be a thing, can it?
I read about
lawsuits like this.
In each case,
the plaintiffs won.
On what grounds?
Apparently, all the former
patients have to prove
is that the circumcision
was performed
without their consent.
What consent?
We had Michael Vincent
snipped at two days old.
That is a shame.
In Cuba, very few boys
are circumcised.
Did you know that having
a foreskin greatly enhances
a man's sexual pleasure?
There is no scientific proof
of that, Dr. Fuentes.
No, but I have
ample anecdotal evidence.
Mm-hmm.
Mm.
So, Dr. Gould
must not have been happy
about Bradford
distributing these flyers.
Well, perhaps next time,
she'll be more careful
with her scissors.
You can laugh,
but a lawsuit like this
could potentially bankrupt
a medical practice.
Sounds like motive
for murder to me.
I talked to your secretary,
Dr. Gould.
She said that she saw
Emil handing these out
at the hospital's main
entrance last Thursday.
It also happens to be
one of the last times
anyone saw him alive.
That man was outside
the hospital every day
for the last two weeks,
trying to recruit patients
for that ridiculous
lawsuit of his.
I've also got witnesses
who saw you confront Emil.
We may have had a few words.
So what?
You recognize that?
I believe that's the tire iron
I keep in the trunk of my car.
Coincidentally,
made from the same
steel-graphite alloy
that we found
in the victim's
headlights and face.
Okay, I admit it, I hit his car,
but I swear I never touched him.
I think you snapped.
You couldn't bear
the thought
of Bradford destroying
your medical practice,
so you decided
to get rid of him first.
Look, vandalizing Emil's car
was not my proudest moment,
but that doesn't mean
I killed him.
In fact, after I was done
taking out my aggressions,
Emil and I had a nice little
talk about the whole thing,
and he apologized.
Emil Bradford apologized?
After you smashed up his car?
It was shocking, but yes.
He claimed our talk helped him
see the error of his ways,
and he was turning
over a new leaf.
I'm telling you,
it's the truth.
He even talked
about disbanding Men Now.
If Emil was planning
to shutter Men Now,
I imagine it would have driven
Paul and Karen Walters
even crazier
than they already are.
Are you implying Men Now
has no legitimate issues?
Are you implying they do?
Well, in some cases.
For example,
I think that men
are entitled to equal custody
in divorce settlements.
Perhaps,
but does it really justify
the existence
of a men's rights group?
Everyone knows
it's a man's world.
Well, I think it
should be an equal one.
Dr. Brennan,
I've identified
evulsion fractures
of the inferior margin
of the C4
and the superior margin
of the C5 vertebrae.
The extensive fracturing
from the fire
must have obscured them.
Looking at this
pattern of damage,
it's all beginning
to make sense.
First, the victim
was smashed in the face
with a blunt, triangular object.
Injuring his hands and forearms
as he tried to defend himself.
Then, the force
of the blows pushed him
backward and caused him
to fall and hit his neck
on something with a sharp,
horizontal edge.
Given this scenario,
this damage to the vertebrae
would have severed
the victim's spinal cord,
causing death.
But we still haven't identified
the object that hit him
or the location
where he was killed.
If Emil was
truly breaking
his ties to Men Now,
I'm guessing it had something
to do with Paul Walters.
Well, that is
a sexist assumption.
The killer could be
his wife, Karen.
That was meant as a compliment.
And I suppose
you think that women
should feel flattered
when they are catcalled
walking down the street?
I know I do.
Is this something that happens
to you frequently, Dr. Fuentes?
Oh, yes.
They either call to me,
or simply make love to me
with their eyes.
Though based on the
daggers your eyes are sending,
I will concede
that it is possible
for a woman to be a killer.
Wow.
I guess one human bratwurst
wasn't enough for you, huh?
Well, I was hoping
to make Pig Man Two
with your husband's
participation.
I appreciate what
you're trying to do, Cam,
but there is no helping Hodgins
right now.
You can take off those gloves.
I haven't even loaded the entrails yet.
Oh, good,
because the algorithm
that I came up with
makes Sausage Boy
irrelevant.
Oh, thank God.
So, you figured out when
the victim's body was dumped?
Based on my calculations,
it was last Thursday night,
sometime between
midnight and 4:00 a.m.
That's great.
Though it would've been better
had you told me two hours ago.
Well, also, get this--
I tracked down the owner
of that mobile hotspot, XYZ123.
That's the last Wi-Fi signal
Emil's phone picked up?
Yeah, and I traced it
to Karen Walters' phone.
You know what, you lied to us.
We have phone records that show
that you were with Emil
- right before he died.
- According to Dr. Gould,
Emil was turning over
a new leaf,
possibly shutting down Men Now,
which must have made you
quite angry.
Angry enough to kill.
No, you have
this all wrong.
Emil wasn't going anywhere.
Dr. Gould
was very precise
about the words Emil used.
Yeah, well,
I can quote them, too,
because I wrote them.
That, the stuff
that Emil said about,
"Seeing the error of his ways,"
that was a line
that we would use
whenever we had run-ins
with angry feminists.
Turns out that lying
is a lot less painful
than having
your face smashed in.
Okay, assume
that we believe you.
You still haven't
answered our question.
What were you doing with Emil
the night that he died?
Your husband was with you
the last time we met,
Mrs. Walters.
Perhaps you neglected to mention
your late night meetings
with Emil
because the two of you
All right,
you know what...
Let our lawyers
handle this.
You know what,
you need to step outside.
The lawyers, they can stay.
Paul...
I can take care of this.
No, there's only one thing
you're going to do,
and that's keep
your damn mouth shut.
Mrs. Walters,
as a proponent
for equality between sexes,
I am shocked
you'd allow your husband
to speak to you
like that.
That one likes flapping
her gums, doesn't she?
You might want
to get a muzzle on her.
Outside.
That idea
is not only misogynistic,
it's downright sociopathic.
What can I say?
All bitches need
to be muzzled sometime.
I suggest you
stop talking
before I do something
we both regret.
Booth, stop.
You could lose your job
for striking a civilian.
Whereas, I...
might face
disciplinary action at most.
I think his jaw is broken.
We'll be filing charges
of criminal assault
against this woman.
As well as a civil suit.
I told you, she needs to be muzzled.
Back off.
Actually, the problem isn't
my mouth, it's yours.
I got to tell you,
Dr. Brennan's got
a mean right hook
for a squint.
Yeah, well,
I think my hand's
gonna feel worse than hers
after filling out
all these incident reports.
Ouch.
So, I take it Karen Walters
still isn't talking?
Nope, not a word.
What about the piece
of work she's married to?
No, you know what,
his jaw is so swollen,
he couldn't talk
if he wanted to.
Okay, so, we know that
Karen and Emil were together
a few hours before he
was killed, but the question is,
if they weren't
having an affair,
what the hell
were they doing?
Well, it's got to be
something illegal,
or she would talk.
Unless Karen's our killer.
My gut says no,
but something's definitely up.
Well, so you know,
I talked to Karen's boss
over at RGT Home
Security Systems.
Now, he says that
she clocked in at 9:00
the night of the murder,
didn't punch out
until 6:00 a.m. the next day.
Yeah, fine, I'll just get
a warrant for her work computer,
'cause if she was working
that night, I want to know why.
If a male FBI consultant
broke a suspect's jaw,
I imagine he'd be sitting
in a jail cell by now.
Well, if prison
had been an option,
I would never have struck him
in the first place.
But you will receive
some form of punishment?
Booth has submitted
the proper paperwork,
and it will receive
an unbiased review by the FBI.
I can only imagine
the catcalls you're gonna get
when you're picking up trash
on the side of the road.
That...
doesn't make any sense.
I thought community service
was a common
disciplinary action.
Not that.
The victim's frontal bone.
It has a strange
burn mark on it.
The body was in a car fire.
There's not an inch of it
that isn't covered with burns.
But those were
made postmortem.
When necrotized bone
is burned,
there's usually evidence
of linear
and longitudinal fractures.
And when live bone
is burned,
the fracture lines tend
to be crescent-shaped,
like this.
So, the victim was hit
repeatedly in the head
with a blunt,
triangle-shaped object
that was also burning hot?
That's it, Dr. Fuentes.
It is?
The victim was struck
by an iron.
Hey, so, Cam just called
from Paul
and Karen Walter's house.
No sign of blood on their iron.
Any luck busting Karen's alibi?
Well, her work computer confirms
she was there the whole night,
but I did find
something interesting.
Okay, so, it looks like
Karen shut down one of her
clients' home security systems
between the hours
of 10:30 and 11:30 p.m.
Yeah, and guess
whose house it was.
That's Gail Bradford's
address.
Karen used her job
at RGT Home Security
to help Emil break
into his ex-wife's house.
That explains
why Karen lied
about being with Emil
that night.
Shutting down
a client's security system
isn't just grounds
it could get her arrested.
Now the only question is
why she did it.
Yeah, something tells me
Karen isn't going
to be giving that up.
I think it's time
we have another chat
with Emil's ex-wife.
I'm getting déjà vu.
Didn't we do this once already?
Well, this time,
we have a search warrant.
Which way is
your laundry room?
Who said I had
a laundry room?
I'll find it myself.
And what possible reason
would he have to do that?
Well, I don't know.
Maybe these, uh, these shirts,
these shoes here,
oh, look at that,
these magazines.
I like to read the articles.
Right, don't we all?
Emil shut off the security
system so he could get proof
that you
and your contractor were
shacking up.
Why would he care
about me and Rob?
Because if he could proof
that you two were shacking up,
he wouldn't have
to pay you alimony.
Booth...
I found the iron.
It's got blood on it.
Blood?
Gail, maybe we
should just
tell them the truth.
It might make them
go easier on us.
"On us"?
No.
He's the one who did it.
It was terrible,
the way he kept bashing
Emil in the face,
and then he forced me
to help him get rid of the body.
I didn't want to do it,
but I was afraid
that if I didn't,
that he would--
he would kill me, too.
She's lying.
Everything she said
is the exact opposite
of what happened.
Yeah.
Let's go.
She hits me, you know.
Okay, you two
can bicker
on the way down
when you get booked.
Let's go.
Hey, are you ready to...
to go?
Angela.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Oh...
I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't
mean to, but...
honey, that is--
that's so great.
You-you joined a support group.
Yeah, I did.
It's nothing. Can we just,
can we go home now?
Yeah, yeah, okay, but...
why wouldn't you want
to share that with me?
I am so proud
of you, honey.
This is gonna help
everything so much.
Angela...
I really, really don't want
to talk about it, okay?
Look, I know
this is a process,
but you're doing the work,
and... everything
is gonna be okay.
No. It's not.
You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
At least the people online,
you know,
they're-they're honest,
you know.
They-they know that
I'm not gonna just snap back
and be the person
that I was before.
Okay, um...
I'm trying my best here,
Hodgins.
Y-you do not have to yell at me.
You think this is me
being hard on you?
'Cause you have no clue
how much anger I'm holding back.
So, you can either
deal with this, or go.
You know what,
you should.
Yeah, Angela,
you should, you should go,
because I promise you
this is not gonna
get any easier.
All right, come on, Bones,
what are you talking about?
Gail totally did it.
Well,
anthropologically speaking,
men commit
a disproportionately high number
of violent acts
as compared to women.
All right, okay,
that's just great,
coming from somebody
who coldclocked the suspect.
Well, uh,
an action which I regret,
despite the enjoyment
I felt in the moment.
All I'm saying is,
no matter what,
the judge is probably gonna
go easier on her
because she's a woman.
Well, it's bias like that
which fuels
the men's rights movement.
You know, you are
a very complicated woman,
you know--
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what is all this?
I have prepared
a variety of snack foods
all beginning
with the letter "F"
that we can eat
while watching
the Flyers game, plus...
I read that a rally hat
can be effective
in reversing a curse.
All right, so you admit
that you're a jinx?
No, there's no such
thing as a jinx,
but I do want you
to be happy, Booth.
Oh, I'm happy.
Booth, if you want
the Flyers to win,
you should reverse
your shirt as well,
and also your pants.
You want me to
take my pants off?
Yes.
That's what you want me to do?
Okay, that's sexist.
Now you're looking at me like
I'm some kind of piece of meat.
I would never
look at you like that.
I'm a vegetarian.
Well, it's okay,
don't worry about it.
I tell you what,
how about a kiss for good luck?
I didn't know kisses
were good luck.
Of course,
they're good luck.
Well, The Flyers
are going to win.
All right, okay,
don't get too overconfident,
then you're gonna jinx them.
Just pass the fries.
No, you should really try
a falafel, Booth.
No.
Come on, the puck's
about to drop.
Here we go!
Try a falafel, Booth.
That's all-- I'll pass.
What about a fajita?
No fajita.
Veggie fajita.
I tell you what,
just say, "Go, Flyers."
I'm gonna put a little--
no, no, I'm not gonna say that.
If you don't say, "Go, Flyers--"
Booth.
All right, look,
their midgame is about to...
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