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Come on, honey.
If we don't leave now, we won't get into the club.
I'm just finishing up a few e-mails.
Oh, what?
My publisher wants to schedule a book tour.
I'm just confirming dates.
Okay, that can wait, sweetie.
There's a student that needs help
identifying the cause of a fracture
on a lateral epicondyle.
TGIF. You heard of that?
Yeah. It's some kind of acronym.
But my in-box is full.
We know that's not true.
And there's a TV show that needs research.
Not that they listen.
We're going.
I really should catalogue that skull.
It's in the museum's exhibit on the French Revolution.
Yeah. Pepe LePew is more important than *** and boys.
I don't think that's his name.
( hip-hop music playing )
MAN: All right, all right, everybody.
We're gonna do some rockin' here tonight.
Tonight, straight from the club, we brings to you
the number one deejay around town-- DJ Rulz!
( crowd applauding )
ANGELA: Feels good, doesn't it?
Being with people who are alive.
BRENNAN: It's very stimulating, I have to admit.
We are so going to tear it up tonight.
That's slang, right?
Right.
Is my costume all right?
Sweetie, it's not a costume-- it's a cute outfit--
and, yes, it looks perfect.
I know, it's very... it's very warm in here.
No, because it looks great.
( hop-hop playing )
I love this music!
ANGELA: DJ Rulz! He is so hot!
( singing rap song )
It's so tribal.
Don't say "tribal," sweetie.
Why? Oh, because of all the black people?
Sweetie, just for tonight,
have fun, stop dissecting and take part.
Well, African-Americans aren't the only ones
with a tribal heritage.
You saying we're natives in some tribe?
Anthropologically speaking, we're all members of tribes.
You'd better shut your mouth.
I just meant hip-hop mirrors the direct visceral connection
you see in tribal communication.
What?
After the Cartesian split in the 17th century,
we separated our minds from our bodies,
the numinous from the animalistic.
Are you calling me an animal, fool?
No, fool. She's using Descartes' philosophy
to say she's down with the music.
Now, who are you calling a fool, fool?
Get out of my way.
Don't push me.
We're going. We're going.
You shouldn't have done that, ***.
( music stops )
Uh-oh.
WOMAN: What is that?
Are you sure she can handle this?
No one in our lab knows the first thing
about dealing with a mummy.
I'd have to call her in anyway.
She assaulted two agents
who were trying to tape off the body.
They were trying to compromise the remains.
A cloud of *** covered the dance floor.
I think they've inhaled quite a lot.
Are you two high?
Only by accident, so it doesn't count.
Wait. Why did you bring Tessa?
This doesn't seem like such 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 going to take?
Who the hell wants to know?
I'm sorry. He works for me.
I'm Randall Hall. I run this place.
You run this place, Mr. Hall.
Just so you know, 'cause we, uh,
found some drugs on the dead...
We found them. We found them.
We found some drugs on the dead guy.
We're going to want to know
where they came from, why he had them...
Why?
Why he had them.
Any idea who he is?
Any idea?
The guy barely looks human.
What makes you think I'd recognize him?
Bones, how did something like this
happen? Oh!
The Egyptians would give
the body a cedar oil enema,
and then rinse it with wine
and cover it with salt.
But I don't think that's what happened here.
Bones, you are totally wasted.
Zack! Zack!
Zack.
Come here, come here.
Isn't this a beautiful specimen of mummification?
What's going on?
Let's just say your boss inhaled.
See how perfectly dried and preserved the skin is.
You don't find something like this every day.
Hey, Tessa,
have you seen it?
It's so hard to believe that you two would be a couple.
You know, cop and lawyer. It's very touching.
I'm going to grab a cab.
Oh, no, oh, okay, hold on. Well, uh...
Sorry.
I apologize. Here.
I'm going to make it up to you, I promise.
Okay? Ice cream later.
Take care.
Talk to you later.
Aw...
Can we just stick to the business here? Thank you.
I'm going to need a list of your employees, all right?
We'll find out... run them through
the system, see if any one of them
have a drug conviction.
How long before you can ID him?
Well, I'm not at all tired, so I'm sure
I can stay up all night and work.
We have to be careful removing him.
He's very dry and brittle.
( camera shutter clicking )
My first modern mummy.
Crystal *** is made from cold medicine,
lye, and the strike pads from matchbooks.
The body was not designed
to deal with that kind of assault.
So I'm finding out.
Chamomile tea? It's very soothing.
I just need your results.
How about a stick off your back?key
Are you sure you need me here?
Payback for showing me the good life.
Okay, so how is my man, the Tut?
In better shape than I am.
The *** found in his lungs and nasal passages
matches the *** that juiced Angela and the good doctor here.
Can you please keep it clinical?
So, uh, he died of, uh, an overdose.
Asphyxiation.
The *** coated the alveoli in his lungs,
making breathing impossible.
So, uh, he, uh, overdosed with his *** behind the wall?
The little space was too narrow for him to squeeze through.
He got stuck, the bag broke,
and, when he gasped for air,
he inhaled and died instantaneously.
The dry air convection behind the wall
removed most of the moisture from his body.
How long was he, uh, in there?
HODGINS: in his ears, the acarid mites
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 some 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'm finally getting some vacation time.
I was going to head off
on Thursday.
I heard Costa Rica was beautiful.
Yes. Fascinating wildlife.
Lots of parrots.
Oh, I don't like parrots.
No, people should really, really
do all the 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?
Yup. His name is Roy Taylor.
MONTENEGRO: Roy Taylor? You're kidding.
It's DJ Mount!
I don't know who that is.
Mount is one of the best deejays in DC.
He used to play at the club.
Everyone was wondering what happened to him.
His album is really going to take off after this.
( hip-hop song playing )
Never knew this side of you, Bones.
It's DJ Mount.
You're hung over.
Doesn't this make your head explode?
I grabbed a couple hours of sleep on my couch,
and showered in the lab's decontamination room.
You really know how to live.
Angela said rap artists sometimes kill each other
over the music: Jam Master Jay, Tupac, Biggie...
Do you even know who you're talking about?
Yeah, I've done my Googling.
Listen, you can hear the alpha male asserting himself.
( imitating drum machine )
♪ Yeah, fill your *** up... with lead ♪ ?!
Always a nice lyric.
I'm heading back to the club
to meet the FBI forensics team.
( music stops )
I'm getting facts.
RANDALL: DJ Mount was starting to break.
Finally making some money.
Someone who's never had anything,
that can go to your head.
So, he gets involved with drugs.
You didn't know who he was hanging with
or who might have 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.
It affects your bottom line.
Wait for me by the elevator.
Rulz.
What rules?
That's his name.
( sighs )
He performs at the club.
I try to keep my crew together, Agent Booth,
but I always had to run interference between those two.
Why?
Ask Rulz.
ADDY: Was it fun coming to the club?
Yeah, before the drugs and the dead body.
Tilt... tilt down.
ADDY: It seems so primitive,
being in a crowd of strangers, gyrating to music.
You've never danced?
I've been told I look like a marionette in a windstorm.
You would've fit right in last night.
Really?
BRENNAN: Footprints.
In the dirt and the termite shavings.
Someone was on the other side of him.
ADDY: Light.
This leads to the outside.
We need to get inside that wall.
Or take it down.
( sighs )
One last look?
Take them in, show them 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're the one looking into my son's ***?
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 been reading in the newspaper
how my son was part of the *** scene.
How he was killed by drugs
behind a wall-- like that.
What my son did...
was graduate third in his class from high school.
He would have 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 personal 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... who reads palms,
she looked at it and she said...
she said my boy was going to be a great man.
A good man.
( sniffs )
She read no evil in that boy's hand.
I can see that now, sir.
Some iniquity killed my boy.
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.
( sniffs )
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 forensic protocol as possible?
ADDY: We're better at this than you think.
You know what those are?
Trying to scare us with rats?
We go to places where the rats
eat the laces right out of our boots.
Take it easy there, Willard.
Here are the footprints.
There are marks on the wall.
It's scraped.
BRENNAN: 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 at the club last night.
Did you talk to him?
Uh-uh. I don't have enough yet.
I go in too soon, he could run.
Wow. That's a beautiful piece.
Zirconium or diamond?
I'm more focused on the dried blood and flesh at the moment.
You buy Tessa jewelry?
I... I really don't want to 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 like hell
to get that thing ripped out of your belly button.
I thought it was an earring.
Look at the size of the stud.
I had one of these.
Before they became totally Miami-divorcee.
Good news. I was able to pull some particulates.
Are those, uh...?
Eyeballs? Yeah.
Two types of foreign material in the eyes--
low-density polyethylene residue and methamphetamine crystals.
Polyethylene?
Came from the plastic bag holding the ***.
This can be cleaned now.
Yeah. That's a real diamond.
Hey, why don't you get her a belly-button ring?
That's not too much of a commitment.
Yeah, that's great.
The inside of the lips was damaged by the teeth.
This was not an accidental inhalation.
The ***
was pushed against his face with force.
Someone was trying to smother him.
Which would explain how the particulates got into the eye.
MONTENEGRO: So he didn't OD.
He was murdered.
So we just have to find out who owns this belly-button ring.
Look at this. "Luv Rulz."
At least we know who to ask.
( hip-hop playing )
Hello.
Yeah, it's open.
Yeah, it's open. FBI. Special Agent Booth.
Is the FBI recruiting
from America's Top Model now?
I'm a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian.
She works for the FBI.
Yeah, I can live with that.
Dr. Brennan also discovered that Roy Taylor was murdered.
So?
So *** is wacked.
See? 'Cause 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 on one of his tracks,
and ain't nobody do that.
And, uh... what happens when they do?
I take a piece of them.
I got in his face one night at the Bassment.
I told him to disappear, and I ain't seen him since.
'Cause he knew to follow the Rulz.
( chuckles )
And, uh, maybe your girlfriend
made sure that your... your problem just went away.
That ain't my woman no more.
I kicked her sorry *** out months ago.
What is her sorry *** name?
Eve Warren.
What was she doing with Mount?
Take a guess.
I guess it was just his turn.
She kept your ring?
It's a diamond, man.
Why she going to get rid of that?
Any idea where she is now?
Probably ripping somebody else off.
That girl don't care about nobody but herself.
Even though she got a kid,
don't care about her neither.
Let her brother shoulder that.
***.
What happened to your hand?
I got shot through the wrist a few years ago.
Shattered the lower radius and the pisiform.
Yeah.
I got some nerve damage, too.
That's impressive.
I got shot in the back,
and through the leg, too. You want to see the scars?
Thanks anyway.
Let us know if you hear from Eve.
That's all I got for y'all.
I'm going to get back to work.
Come on, let'*** it.
Let us know if you hear from her.
( hip-hop playing )
Bones?
( hip-hop playing )
I like this music.
BOOTH: Okay, how about this...
DJ Mount trusted Eve
because they were sleeping together.
So she meets him in the wall, takes the drugs,
kills him for Rulz, then he takes off.
You should write fiction.
What? It's reasonable.
It's not based on evidence. It's conjecture.
Look, I'm positing a scenario.
We've been through this before.
Yeah, and it always seems to be a waste of time.
Now, finding a marker on a bone...
No. You know, I think I need a vacation.
I think you do, too.
I'm not the one who's snippy.
Snippy?
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,
maybe do some yoga.
I don't do yoga.
Okay, push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups-- that's what I do.
That's more cardiovascular.
Yoga deals more with...
Why exactly are we talking about this?
Because you're tense.
Because we're talking.
( hip-hop playing )
You switched my music.
Roy Taylor?
Yes.
Anything pop out at you now that the bones are clean?
There's some damage to the facet joint
and foramen on C-4 on the right side of the neck.
That suggests his head was forced that way.
One other thing.
I was looking at the skull through the microscope--
came across
a slight depression.
Barely discernible.
Slight indentation?
Could be congenital
or a bone anomaly.
Probably.
Do you ever go on vacation?
I take my vacation when you take your vacation.
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 scanning microscope.
See what made that mark.
( hip-hop playing )
Work it out, work it out. That's right!
That's right. Good, good, good.
Yeah, let's work, let's work.
What do you want?
Special 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 ***.
So what do you want?
You didn't come here for a dance lesson.
Hi, Maya. How you doing, baby?
Come on, now.
We're going to go outside and going to play with
the rest of the kids, okay?
There you go.
We'd like to ask you a few questions
about your sister Eve.
( sighs )
What's she done now?
When was the last time you saw her?
About six weeks ago when she dropped off Maya.
Just dropped her off and left?
Told me she needed me to watch her for a couple days.
Left me some money.
Did you, um, happen to have
a, I don't know, recent photo that we could take?
( sighs ): Evie said she had cleaned herself up--
she was turning her life around--
and I believed her.
She never came back.
That little girl out there? That's her daughter.
GEORGE: 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.
And, Eve, she's had a lot of problems--
drugs, hanging out with the wrong people.
I mean, if I track her down and she takes Maya before she's ready...
I'm not letting nothin' happen to that little girl.
BOOTH: Do you know Roy Taylor?
Met him. DJ Mount. I like his stuff.
He's pure. Play it for the kids.
We have reason to believe that she was
with him the night he was murdered.
Murdered?
You can't find Evie?
No.
GEORGE ( sighs ): Oh, man...
She told me she loved him.
And that... she and Mount
were going to 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, 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 methamphetamine
on these bills matches the *** found
with DJ Mount behind the wall.
And 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 her questionable past.
So, uh, hey, she gets mad,
she wants to leave with some money, so, uh...
What?
Yeah, I don't really think much about that kind of stuff.
I'm more about bugs and minerals. Sorry.
Oh, come on, Hodgins. Hey, you're a smart guy. You're a smart guy.
Look up from your microscope, huh?
These are real people we're trying to figure out here.
Okay.
Maybe she was just using Mount--
Very nice, Hodgins.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Real question is, where does she go next?
You're on fire, man.
After she left her brother's place,
because that is where she met her untimely end.
You know what? I'm going to turn you into an investigator yet.
No, no, no, no.
Bugs and slime, dude. That is where I'm happy.
The damage to his C-4 vertebra was the result
of his head being twisted so far to the right.
He was moving this way,
toward Eve.
BOOTH: My bet is he was chasing her.
And that's based on...?
Money and ***.
She left that corridor carrying money
saturated in the same *** that killed Mount.
She was moving fast.
She didn't even stop when her belly ring got ripped out.
Hey, money's a pretty good reason to get chased, hmm?
Only question is, why wasn't he facing her?
It got tight back there.
15 centimeters.
Eve ripped out her belly button ring here,
and then left a smear of blood until the corridor widened.
Here.
( exhales )
What?
You pick dead bodies
out of mass graves, and yanking out a belly button ring
Okay, okay, moving on.
All right, I've shot a lot of people in my time,
and I got to admit, that whole belly button thing
Thank you.
MONTENEGRO: At this point,
Mount must have looked behind him 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 *** into his face-- Eve didn't kill him.
A third person surprised them-- that's why he turned his head to look.
BRENNAN: Mount's body prevented this third person
But he got to Mount
and shoved the *** in his face and he killed him. Ah.
But the real question is,
who the hell is this third person?
MAN: Why the hell you pick me up, man?
Yeah, right.
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 Special Agent Ronald Oakes.
One of us?
My orders were not to break deep cover for anybody.
Out of deep regard
for my FBI brother... I gave you the nod.
( chuckles )
That's bull.
I made you.
Now you're making excuses.
Fine.
Have it your way.
You know, I need more than a nod, man.
You know, I'm conducting a *** investigation.
Now, I need to know what you know.
Been 15 months on the task force
investigating the links between
the urban music business and gang activity.
So that's why you got next to Randall Hall.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Exactly. His real name is Terence Baskin.
Now, we know... that he's pushing *** through that club.
But we can't get enough to touch him.
Our informants disappear.
They either get bought off
or they get killed.
The night that
DJ Mount disappeared, Hall got ripped off
for a mountain of *** and a ton of cash.
DJ Mount ripped off Hall?
Nah, doesn't scan.
Mount was into Jesus, not chalk.
Nah.
Hall has people do that type of stuff for him.
So, listen, anybody asks...
why did you have me arrested?
Weapons beef.
( chuckles ): So I don't get my gun back.
No.
We meet up again...
if you get an excuse, hit me.
Oh... count on it.
HALL: I've been investigated for years.
Why do you think they never got me on anything?
'Cause you're so smart?
Because Terence Baskin is my past.
I am 100% clean now.
This is my life now.
This and my record label.
Not crystal ***.
Not gangbanging.
Yet much of the iconic quality of urban music lies
in the perceived or actual rivalry between the principal artists.
Where did you find her?
Museum.
Was the rivalry between Mount and Mr. Rulz
strong enough to... lead to ***?
Sure. They were both capable.
Add in the fact that Mount was sleeping with Rulz' girlfriend Eve.
Yeah?
Rulz built himself a studio around that time.
Poured cement for the pad a day after they disappeared.
I'm saying,
Mount's dead, Eve's gone missing.
You might want to consider that.
Let's go.
What do you think?
Oh, I think, uh, I think we need to find
a way to find a body buried under a slab of cement.
Well, can't you get a warrant?
To look around the premises, maybe, but no way to tear it up.
Well, let me make a phone call.
Tutti's traveled the world finding dead bodies.
Does Tutti always drool like that?
What, I'm going to hurt
her... his feelings?
Tutti is the best cadaver dog in the world, Agent Booth.
It's true. If you were a dead body, you'd want Tutti looking for you.
BOOTH: How can it smell anything
He can.
Once...
I saw Tutti find a dead body wrapped in plastic,
under concrete, after four years.
Tutti can smell decaying blood on a tooth six feet underground.
I mean, so what? He drools a little. What's up with that?
You know, your eyes are kind of close together,
but I don't comment.
I apologize.
Is he sincere?
All right, then. We accept.
( Tutti moans )
Good boy, Tutti. Tutti found something.
Oh, maybe he's just lazy.
Lying down is his indicator.
Tutti found it.
There's a body under here.
You should get
a warrant to bring in a jackhammer
for the floor.
I'd start digging here.
( moans )
Dental records confirm that this is Eve Warren.
Insect activity confirms she died around the same time DJ Mount did.
Where did Booth go? I got to give him the news.
His girlfriend brought him a change of shirt.
Zack, clean the bones.
We've already got cause of death and identity. What am I looking for?
It might be grasping, but that odd mark we found on Mount's skull?
See if you can find anything like it on Eve's remains.
Jamaica? God, that's incredible.
Mmm. It's a bed-and-breakfast.
There are these coral cliffs.
Snorkeling, kayaking...
Oh, you two are so ready for the pre-shacking-up test vacation.
You have keys to each other's places.
You've done the weekend away a couple times.
Yeah, it's time
for the ten-day vacation.
You know, Jamaica's like a dry run for living together,
only with rum punch and steel drums.
Yeah. See you later.
Living together? Silly.
Thanks, you know, for bringing me a shirt.
Yeah, okay.
Okay.
Yeah, okay, bye.
It's Eve Warren.
Eve Warren.
Cause of death?
*** overdose.
Pushed in the face, but there's more.
I don't think that Rulz killed her.
But her wrist was broken.
Bone damage indicates that Eve was taken from behind
and smashed into a wall.
Her skull shows damage to both the infraorbital
and supraorbital margins and the zygomatic process.
Zygo-zu...? You said she was killed by crystal ***.
BRENNAN: She was. She would've been hurt and stunned by the blow,
but not killed-- certainly not immediately.
A bag of crystal *** was placed over her face,
actually ground into her wounds-- into the airway.
Rulz couldn't have smashed her into a wall?
Her radius was separated from the scaphoid and trapezium.
Her right wrist was twisted hard behind her back.
There's damage to both the elbow and the shoulder, as well.
For that to happen,
Eve's attacker would've had to twist her arm up
with his right hand while jamming the crystal ***
into her face with the other.
BRENNAN: Both with a great deal of force.
Rulz had been shot twice in the right hand.
I got it. He had nerve damage.
There's no way he had the strength to kill Eve Warren.
You did not *** Eve Warren.
This is a weird kind of interrogation, huh?
Cops telling me what I didn't do.
Well, then, do me a favor:
tell me Bones is wrong, and confess to a ***.
Hell, no, man.
What you think, I'm some type of idiot?
Well, do me a favor-- deny it.
See? You got tricks.
You going to twist all my words around.
Better not say anything
at all.
You didn't kill Eve Warren.
So you say.
The Rulz says
say nothing.
He wants us to hold him.
Why?
Why? Because every time some rapper gets murdered,
his business goes straight through the roof.
Why should DJ Mount get the bump, huh?
Maybe it's my turn.
BOOTH: I'll tell you what.
I'll make you a better deal.
You tell us what we need to know,
and I'll have those charges
laid against you, put you in the Remand Center.
For how long?
Oh, that depends on what you tell us.
Wait! Wait!
You're negotiating to put this guy in jail?
Sweeten the pot, I'll charge you with Mount's death, too.
Let you hire one of those moron lawyers,
and you'll be thrown in lockup for what, maybe a month?
Sweet.
Where am I... in Backwards World?
Look, I can tell y'all
why Mount got killed.
But y'all have to figure out the rest on your own.
We have to figure it out just from motive?
Okay, look, Bones, this is, you know,
sort of my thing.
Man, Mount was going to jump.
You mean commit suicide?
Where did you find her?
I mean labels.
Jump labels.
BOOTH ( chuckling ): You're saying
that DJ Mount was going to leave Bassment Records?
All he needed was the money to buy himself back.
That's why he got himself killed.
Now, if Hall even finds out that I told you all that much,
I'm going to end up some dried-out mummy in a wall.
But what about Eve?
Eve couldn't kill nobody.
Sex 'em to death maybe,
but that's about it.
Oh, there's one more thing.
The next day, Hall built me a new studio.
Took it out of my money, too.
So, you going to put me in jail?
Well, you know, hey,
it's the least we can do, hmm?
BOOTH: Hey, how about this?
Hall's got motive to kill Mount.
Why? Because he's jumping labels
and he's running away with some girl
who's stealing Mount's *** and money.
I'm starting to see how this whole motive thing works.
Thank you.
It's still murky psychological guesswork, though.
ADDY: Dr. Brennan,
I found a mark on Eve Warren
here on the manubrium.
Compare it to the mark on Mount.
Okay, Eve tells Mount that he wants to start a new life.
So she rips off the dope and the cash
thinking she can build a new future with it.
That's a story, Booth.
You need to find something real.
For what? I mean, it feels real to me...
I mean, Eve is a woman in love,
who's trying to escape a world that's just crushing her.
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.
It'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 is that?
Not sure.
It's a bone dimple.
But they both have it, so it can't be genetic.
Something external caused it, but I'm not sure what.
Randall Hall.
He's behind this. Randall Hall.
Okay, 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.
What?
You know what? I'm going to spread the pain.
All right? That's my new motto.
Wait! I can help spread pain.
Wait.
We know you did it.
What?
Killed Mount in that wall
so that he wouldn't leave your label.
You killed Eve Warren.
Killed her and buried her
under Rulz's studio.
In the meantime, this is going to have
to remain an active crime scene.
That's harassment.
I'll sue.
I'm going to harass you every chance I get.
I'm not somebody you want to mess with.
BOOTH: Did you just poke me?
Did he just poke me
with his little stick?
This is my place.
I want to poke someone, I do it.
All right, how easily do you think I scare?
Hey, Booth?
Don't break the cane.
Arrest him and confiscate the cane as evidence.
Arrest him for what?
He's the guy who pointed a gun at a federal agent.
Uttering threats
or smelling bad or anything.
It's the cane we want.
Fine. Here.
Randall Hall,
I am placing you under arrest...
for assault of a federal agent.
This will never go to court.
Oh, let's go find out, huh?
Next time I take your gun away from you,
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 of places
she should check out in Jamaica...
She's not going.
What happened?
Well, she said something came up at work, but I know the truth.
How many times do 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,
while I am vigorous and burly.
What truth?
That all you got, burly boy?
They got freaked out by Stage Six.
What... what is 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.
Yes, you did.
They got to Stage Five, and they balked.
Not Booth. Booth did not balk.
Sweetie, it's always the guy.
Hey!
The mark on Mount, the mark on Eve--
they're 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, and let them have all the glory?
My chest hurts.
Yeah... all the glory.
TV REPORTER: Here's what we know so far:
Evidence linking rap producer Randall Hall
with the death of rising hip-hop star DJ Mount
led to charges being filed today
by the District Attorney.
Information coming to us slowly at this point
but, as soon as details...
( TV off )
Getting yourself in the mood?
Trying.
You know, this... really isn't going to be
the type of vacation I was hoping for.
Oh?
Tessa's not going.
Something came up at work.
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.
You ever just, 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?
Ah, Bones, you know, 'cause 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 real life...
the two of you laugh.
But, when you're alone...
the world is full of possibilities.
See you next week.
What's that mean?