Central said a motorist called in a possible B and E.
Who the hell breaks into an old slaughterhouse?
I don't know.
I think the desk sergeant is screwing with us, man.
I heard he sends rookies out on bogus calls.
Just in case, keep your eyes open.
I don't want any surprises.
Dispatch, this is Officer Szerik.
Hamilton and I have the suspects.
What the hell are you doing, man?
He screws with us, we screw with him.
DISPATCHER: This is dispatch.
Officer Szerik, do you need backup?
Nah, just a couple of guys with pit bulls and automatic weapons.
Nothing we can't handle.
You're such an asshat.
Look, this is the only way to get respect, man.
(distant clattering) Trust me.
I don't want any part of this, man.
You do what you want.
I'm going to check over here.
(loud clattering, Hamilton cries out)
You okay, Hamilton?
DISPATCHER: Officer, Szerik, are you all right?
HAMILTON: Oh, man, this smells.
What the hell did I fall in?
DISPATCHER: Repeat, are you all right, Officer Szerik?
What is it?
What is it?
DISPATCHER: I'm sending backup.
DISPATCHER: Szerik, Hamilton, are you there?
BRENNAN: The remains were found in an abattoir?
"Slaughterhouse" is fine, okay?
French doesn't make murder any classier.
It is a very good place to dispose of a body; the equipment's all there.
It's amazing, you know.
You always look on the bright side of life, don't you?
I try. Yeah. (chuckling)
Oh, Christine's baby group is later this morning, if you want to take her.
I would, but, I, uh... (clears throat)
I have to go to the hospital.
Oh, I didn't-I didn't know it was today.
Yeah, they called and asked if I could make it.
It's sort of a last minute thing.
I can help if you need me, Booth.
Yeah, I know. I appreciate it.
This is, you know, it's my thing, and, uh, I'll be fine.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Wow, look at that mess.
BRENNAN: The plan seemed to be to dismember the body and dispose of it down that drain pipe.
Passerby saw someone in the building and called the cops.
(insects buzzing) I wish the hadn't sent rookies.
One of them ended up rolling around in the remains.
I can't tell if the remains were damaged by the police officer or the killer.
Phaenicia sericata, early stage of colonization.
Death occurred about eight hours ago.
It looks like the guy melted.
Based on the size and robusticity of the skull, the victim is female.
Great, still melted.
Well, the killer doused her in some kind of corrosive liquid.
Pretty caustic stuff.
It burned the skin off of one of the rookie's hands.
Residual striations between the C5 and C6 vertebrae indicate that a crosscut saw was used in dismemberment.
HODGINS: No saw was found.
No weapons, and this place hasn't been used in years.
Ooh. BOOTH: Oh, slippery when wet.
SAROYAN: Dr. Hodgins, we have to find a way to counteract whatever corrosive was used or all this tissue could be compromised.
Right, uh, (sniffs)
(coughs) could be formic or acedic acid...
...in a base of sodium hydride or possibly sodium hydroxide that's...
Great, okay-okay, Mr. Wizard, how do we stop it from melting everything?
Well, the killer probably used common household cleaners, so water would do the trick.
I mean, I could use the pressure hose and just...
Oh, no, a pressure hose could cause the bone to fragment.
But the tissue is dissolving, so go for it.
Did you hear what I said, Dr. Saroyan.
SAROYAN: Yes, but you can always recover the fragments that were washed away, where as I will lose the tissue for all time.
But, no, I would like to discuss this before...
I'm sure you would, but that would be a waste of valuable time, and since I'm the boss...
Well, don't look at me, it's not my jurisdiction. Hey.
Dr. B, I would, um...
BOOTH: Time to spray it down.
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All the cuts were made at the joints.
I hope this person was already dead when that happened.
Because we neutralized the enzymatic cleaner, I'm going to be able to run a full tox screen.
HODGINS: Hey, man.
I hear it's your birthday.
Now, you are looking good.
What are you today, 24? 25?
Actually, my birthday is tomorrow. I'll be 29.
Oh, happy birthday.
It's no big deal.
What, are you kidding me? 29 is a big one.
Oh, you're just feeling like you haven't achieved enough.
Because, you know, Cam, she was the Chief Coroner of New York when she was 29.
Is that true?
I... I was the Deputy Chief Coroner.
(sighs) Well, where were you?
On my 29th birthday, I was here.
Working at the Jeffersonian.
So, not much progress in your life since.
Sort of stagnated at 29.
Not really, I have a beautiful wife and child.
But, you lost your entire family fortune.
Well, consider myself ahead on points.
BRAY: Inbending and stellate fractures to the frontal and temporal bones suggest a blunt force trauma.
Antemortem fracturing to the iliac crest.
Also you'll note that the fifth and sixth left rib present calluses indicative of recurrent trauma.
There's a fracture to the left nasal bone and three missing front teeth.
Wow, giving it the old college try on the brilliance.
I admire your pluck.
Taken as a whole, the antemortem injuries are consistent with domestic abuse.
Dr. Hodgins is just complimenting you on your fine work.
HODGINS: Very good for a 29-year-old.
SAROYAN: The serial number on this bridge will provide us with an I.D.
BOOTH: So, the FBI field crew, they swept the slaughterhouse, you know, they couldn't find any fingerprints.
Anyone who watches TV knows to wear gloves when dismembering their victim.
Is this a serial killer or not?
I... I don't think so.
No, I mean, unless it was someone's first kick at the serial killer can.
There's no sense of ritual here.
There's no sense of perverse enjoyment.
It's not weird enough.
Cutting someone up and stuffing her in a wheelbarrow, that's not weird enough for you?
You know what I'm talking about.
It was done hastily, without a plan.
Bones said the victim had telltale signs of abuse.
Years of domestic abuse come to a head, the victim dies, the, uh, abuser (phone chimes) cuts up the body to hide his guilt.
Does that work? Yeah, that works.
All right. Wendell's got an I.D. on the victim.
It's a Melinda Perkins, 32, married to a Dr. Bradley Perkins.
You know, why don't you go talk to the doctor.
Tell him that his wife was murdered and see how he reacts.
Where are you going?
I got a thing. (clears throat)
You're usually very forthcoming about where you're going, what you're doing.
Kind of in a hurry.
You know, this is the second Friday in a row that you've been evasive.
Ticktock. My theory, is that you're going to Friday confession.
No, I can't go to confession.
Why? Because I'm living with a woman outside the bond of holy matrimony. Ah.
The only way to get absolution for your sins, is if you intend not to sin again.
But you intend to continue to live with Dr. Brennan.
You know what, Sweets, you either live by the rules in life or you don't.
Hey, you never told me where you were going.
This is everything that I was able to retrieve from the microprocessor inside the victim's watch.
Did you pinpoint the time at which the watch broke?
12:24 a.m. And it gets better.
This is one of those fancy, high-tech sports watches that reads the victim's heart rate, GPS location, and even the altitude. Oh.
Notice how the victim's heart rate was elevated for close to two minutes prior to flatlining.
A person's maximum heart rate is approximately 220 minus their age.
Melinda was 32 years old and her heart rate peaked at 186.
So, maybe she was running from someone?
Or her adrenal glands pumped everything they had into her system.
Because she was scared? Yes.
Oh. Hello, Booth.
No. Yes, yes, I understand.
Okay. How long will you be at the hospital?
No, I-I know how important this is to you, and I will adjust my schedule accordingly.
We will be able to talk more freely later.
So, good-bye for now.
(clears throat) You were saying GPS?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
What was that about?
Booth is going to be later than he anticipated tonight.
At the hospital?
But you just said hospital.
Is Booth sick? What is going on?
Why are you being so mysterious?
I am not... free to discuss that with you right now, Angela.
You're not free to discuss that with me?
That is correct.
Okay, that is not acceptable.
If I could tell you, I would, you know that.
Please, trust me.
Okay, it's just...
I'm just asking because I care.
I know. I know.
MAN: Melinda's dead, that's what you're telling me.
Murdered, Dr. Perkins.
These are crime scene photos.
I figure since you're an E.R. trauma surgeon, you might want to see proof.
Is she recognizable?
No, sir, she was dismembered.
In that case, I'll pass.
How long have you two been separated?
After having been married...
Melinda was, um... an exciting, difficult woman.
She had a very big personality.
So, she was the one that wanted a divorce?
Yes. She had decided that I was, uh... (chuckles) stodgy. Mm.
Our forensic team notes that she sustained a number of injuries after your separation.
I don't beat up ex-wives.
I start looking for viable candidates for a new wife.
Okay. I think you told me everything I need to know, except, um, where were you last night when your wife was murdered?
I was at the hospital.
I got out of there about 2:00 a.m.
Can anyone corroborate that?
Check with the hospital.
People know me there.
BRENNAN: GPS on Melinda Perkins' watch places her not in the slaughterhouse at time of death, but approximately 100 meters east.
Okay, so, she's either in or near the warehouse.
Do you think the victim's ex-husband lured her out here?
Uh, he's got an alibi.
Maybe the victim was kidnapped, right?
(groaning) She escaped, and she ran. Hold on, hold on. Ma'am?
Ma'am, you okay? Has someone attacked you?
I'm fine. It was...
It was just an accident.
MAN: All right, wall it out! Wall it out!
Wall it out!
What is that? That is Roller Derby, Bones! Look at that.
MAN: Here we go. Here we go.
Come on. All right, now, slow...
(whistle blowing) Hey, bring it in. Bring it in.
Name's Bennett. Nick Bennett. I own the team.
No one owns the Derby Dolls, Nickie.
We're a cooperative.
That barely breaks even.
I built the track, I manage the team, and I guess 'cause I don't have boobs, that doesn't mean anything.
(snaps) And don't forget it.
I didn't get your name. Susan Carroll.
But everybody here calls me Emily Kickinson.
(laughs) That's like Emily Dickinson.
Right. Okay, does anyone recognize this woman here? Yeah.
That's Pummel-ya Anderson.
(laughing): Ah. These names are amusing.
I should give names to my interns.
Peter Patella, Timothy Tibia.
Her real name's Melinda Perkins.
Something happen to her?
She was murdered last night, somewhere in this facility. Oh, God.
When's the last time you saw Melinda? Last night.
We had a match against The Virginia Slims.
We all went out for drinks afterwards, but Melinda said that she wasn't feeling too well.
Did she get injured? No more than usual.
She was tough. The woman took a punishment for the past year with no complaints.
That would explain the injuries that appeared to be domestic abuse.
Anyone here who'd want to hurt Melinda?
No. This team's a family.
We're like sisters.
Did you hear from Ivanna today?
Oh, God. Uh... Who's Ivanna?
Ivanna Kick Ass. She didn't show up for practice today, either.
You guys got to see if she's okay.
What the hell is going on around here?
What the hell are you looking at me for?
Okay, look, I'm gonna need Ivanna's home address and her cell number.
And her real name... Yeah. if it isn't Ivanna Kick Ass.
HODGINS: Hey, so, the particulates I swabbed from the skull injuries showed traces of polyurethane and sandarac resin.
Meaning? Meaning, it's a wheel from a roller skate that picked up the resin from the varnish on the track.
So we have cause of death.
She was beaten with a skate.
Can you match the varnish to the track the Derby Dolls use?
Yeah, piece of cake... which I wish I had now to celebrate your big day.
It's not necessary.
Hey, have you made your pre-30 bucket list yet?
I didn't know that was a thing. Yeah.
Everybody knows there are things you cannot do after 30 without being a real loser.
I doubt that. Young of heart.
That's what my grandpa used to say.
Look, can we just focus on the case?
We-we have cause of death.
We just have to tie it to someone.
Well, there have to be tons of skates at the rink.
Your grandpa's wrong, by the way, okay?
How about dating a crazy girl?
Dating a girl that you know is nuts, but you just have to do it anyway, even though you know it's going to end badly.
Cheryl Cates. Major loon. Phew. Okay.
All right, um, ironic facial hair.
Jazz dot in college.
I got one for you.
Posing naked for a hot art student.
That is still a big regret of mine.
Done it. Not a student, though.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
You brought it up, man.
Oh, no. No!
Oh, I cannot believe this!
Angela and I used to date. You-you knew that.
Let-let's just say that my bucket list is finished, okay?
End of discussion. I'm fine. 29 is great. No complaints.
Yeah, of course not, because you posed naked for my wife.
Oh, my God! Look at this. What?
I don't know. I just said that.
Can we just forget about this? Please?
It'll be my birthday present.
Oh, sometimes I hate being an adult.
Hey. Are you busy?
But you're not, like, busy, busy, right?
Actually very busy, busy.
I might have found toxins in the victim.
Oh. So you're almost done.
What is it, Angela?
Have you heard anything? About what?
I feel like something's wrong.
Brennan was on the phone with him, and he was at the hospital.
And she won't talk about it.
She wouldn't tell you?
I know, right? I mean, she tells me everything.
I just thought, you know, since you and Booth were close, that...
No, he hasn't said anything to me.
I mean, why the secrecy if he's okay, right?
Oh, God, I hate it when he gets all stoic.
But he has Dr. Brennan.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And-and I'm sure, if they needed anything, they would ask.
No, they wouldn't.
No, they would not.
(computer chirps) Oh.
(trilling) Wow. Hydrocodone.
Well, that makes sense. Is she was being battered at the rink, she'd need a pain medication.
And did she also need Ecstasy and marijuana and methylphenidate?
Oh, not unless she was a party animal.
BOOTH: Looks like you got pretty banged up there from your last match.
Is that why you, uh, missed practice?
I had an exam to study for?
I'm going to night school to become a physical therapist. So, what happened to Melinda?
I was hoping you'd be able to tell me.
You two were pretty, uh, competitive.
Yeah. So? Because we're women, you don't think we can handle competition like men?
That's not what I meant.
You might think it's harder for women to bond in a team sport, but actually, we make men look pathetic.
I think you need to take a breath.
Okay? Remember, this is about Melinda here. That's what's important.
She was my friend.
The competition made each of us better on the rink.
So, if she was your friend, did she ever tell you about anyone who wanted to hurt her?
She never said anything, but... she lived a pretty wild life.
Melinda-- she'd push it, you know?
I told her she could get in trouble.
Yeah, drugs. We know. And guys.
Melinda couldn't get enough of them.
She told me she took this one guy.
I told her it was crazy, but she had s*x with him on the lawn in front of her ex's house.
Hey, look, the husband says that he was at the hospital.
The nurses station have him checking out after his rounds at 2:00 a.m.
Which is after time of death.
He still has the clearest motive.
It's got to be difficult to deal with a woman who has s*x with another man right in front of you.
He's got an alibi.
What about the other men she was involved with?
The groupies? There's no one has any names, and there's no security cameras to check.
The drug taking, the public s*x, the putting herself in physical danger out on the rink-- that's... that is extreme behavior.
That could explain her police record, public intoxication, disturbing the peace, shoplifting.
Guys, how does any of this help, okay?
She was killed at the rink, beaten with a skate, all right.
The answer is in the rink.
So we go question everyone at the rink, get a search warrant.
We'd never be able to get a warrant to go through everybody's personal effects.
They-they'd think we were fishing.
There might be another way.
This is nuts.
No one asked you to do this, Angie.
Brennan said they were at a dead end unless somebody could get inside the rink.
You are an artist, not a cop.
I know, but they need somebody to go in there to ALS skates and maybe find out where the victim was killed.
I repeat. You are an artist, not a cop!
Yeah, but I can skate. (sighs)
And they need somebody to replace Melinda, so I am going to try out. It's perfect.
Yeah, it's perfect, except for the part when you get horribly disfigured by the other skaters.
I want to help, and this will get me out from behind the computer.
Okay. Okay, then, we'll go bungee jumping.
Hey, you fell in love with a wild woman, didn't you?
Yes, a beautiful wild woman.
And that's how I will remain.
Because nobody screws with Smackie Kennedy.
What do you think? You look amazing.
BENNETT: Ladies, welcome to tryouts.
Due to an unforeseeable event, Derby Dolls have a slot that needs to be filled.
Good luck to you all.
Let's do it. Go, girl. Do it!
WOMAN: Good luck, girl!
WOMAN: She's a sneaky one!
(laughing, whistle blowing)
WOMAN: Give her the elbow!
WOMAN: Oh! What? (laughter)
WOMAN: Oh, you gonna cry about it?
WOMAN: Wind it up! Wind it up!
WOMAN: Oh, come on!
WOMAN: Come on, get up!
Come on, girl!
(laughter, indistinct chatter)
Ooh. Blood tie-die.
Not exactly peace and love, is it?
Speaking of blood, how did Angela do?
Oh, man, I-I... I haven't heard anything, so I'm assuming that no news is good news.
The spatter on the chest and the right shoulder?
These here that look like comets?
Yeah, the length and directionality suggest a cast-off spray.
You think she was hacked at before she died?
Our victim wasn't just beaten to death; she was stabbed.
Hey, you okay?
I know you can see me.
Your eyes are open.
Corpses have their eyes open.
You should shower.
The heat will be good on any of your strained muscles.
Thank you, but I'm just going to stay right here and die of internal bleeding.
You did good out there.
You think good enough to be on the team?
It's not just my decision, but, yeah, I'm guessing you're at the top of the list.
They all have blood.
What's up with the eyewear?
Oh, these are my shooting glasses 'cause I enjoy all types of violence.
Don't leave your valuables up in here.
Things tend to go missing.
Ivanna had a vintage cigarette lighter that went missing.
I had a bracelet that got snatched. Wait, you mean you have a petty thief on the team?
I wish stealing from the lockers was the only thing we had to worry about around here.
I only mention this 'cause I'm pretty sure you're going to be on the team.
Oh, that's great.
Hey, do you want to get a drink after this to celebrate?
It'll be my treat.
You paying, I'm down.
Hurry up, I'll wait outside.
Booth heard from Angela.
Is she all right?
She says she feels like she's been in a rock fight, but she's fine.
She also said there was blood on all the skates.
Oh, that makes sense.
No hair or tissue either.
So the rock fight was for nothing.
Mr. Bray says the remains are fully cleaned.
Good, I'll take a look.
Dr. Brennan, I am going to ask you a personal question, which I don't normally do, as you know.
Is something wrong with Seeley?
Nothing is wrong with Booth.
I know he was in the hospital.
Nothing is wrong with Booth.
I'm not allowed to talk about it.
Those two statements contradict each other.
And I know this is none of my business.
It is none of your business.
That's all Booth will let me say about it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go look at Mr. Bray's bare bones.
Dr. Brennan, I've begun profiling the dismemberment tool the killer used.
Well, typically handsaws are one of two designs based on function: rip or crosscut.
This false start kerf on the left distal ulna-- it's a perfect 70-degree angle.
Well, a ripsaw would be 90 degrees.
Take a look at the cross section of the left femur.
The narrow lines on the residual striae indicate very fine teeth.
I estimate a 12-point count based on the breakaway spurs.
Also deep gullets to allow for such a smooth cut.
What's your conclusion?
Wood saw-- high quality.
Nick Bennett, the manager of the Derby Dolls, said that he built the wooden track himself.
Dr. Saroyan said that the blood spatter evidence indicated that there might be a corresponding laceration to the right acromion.
Sure enough, there is a shallow, serrated abrasion.
Hemorrhagic staining indicates that this cut was made perimortem.
This is good work.
EMILY: So, I'm doing my pretty girl skating, right?
All fluffy dress and, and, and, and twirls.
Oh, twirls, I love twirls.
And I see this boy that I like-- he is getting smacked into the boards over and over by his friends.
Smacked into the boards.
I took 'em out.
Took 'em out.
I saved that boy. And you know what?
He did not like that because he was a boy.
All right, but I liked it a lot.
So, here I am, doing Roller Derby.
Roller Derby is fun. Mm-hmm.
What's your excuse?
You sure are.
Okay, this is my boyfriend.
And we, uh, we sleep together and everything, don't we, honey?
Uh, right, yeah.
He's a cop.
Oh, I know, I know.
Um, I actually found out that you were down a girl on your team because of him.
That's why I tried out.
Oh, yeah. He's a... a very good-looking cop.
He sure is.
Can you just give us a weensy minute over here?
(laughs) Let's go, honey.
Are you just pretending to be drunk here or what?
Uh, I am pretty drunk, but I didn't call you for a ride home.
Really bad with the whole undercover thing, you really are.
Because guess who found out that Nick has been ripping off the team by skimming from the till, and guess who accused him to his face?
Melinda Perkins? That's right, so now you have to arrest him.
Wait a second, I don't have any grounds to arrest him.
Yeah, but I tricked him into coming here so you could arrest him.
Angela, I need something here.
I can't just arrest someone for... Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, he's here, go get him.
You got to go get him, Booth. Relax, you're a little loud.
Looks like I got here a little too late. Right.
Remember me? FBI.
Hey, do you think maybe we can kiss, like, one more time?
You've had your fun. I got to ask you a few questions,all right? It was fun.
Get some coffee for her over here.
I figured I'd ask.
Why would I kill Melinda?
She was one of our best players.
Fans came just to see her.
Right, yeah, I mean, the receipts-- they show that you were selling out.
I thought you said there was no money in Roller Derby.
There isn't-- you should see my expenses.
What percentage of the gate do you give to the girls?
That's more than most managers; you can check it out.
Oh, I'll check it out, I will.
Your fans-- they pay cash, right?
Makes it pretty easy for you to skim off the top.
Look, I'm not denying money went missing from the cash box, but it wasn't me.
Truthfully I thought it was Melinda.
(scoffs) Okay, accuse the victim.
That's really classy of you, Nick.
See, that's why I didn't say anything at first.
I knew what you'd think.
But you didn't confront her?
I was going to.
So the answer's no.
It's complicated, all right?
She was... we were...
(sighs) She was sort of wild and...
You were sleeping with her.
I'm not the most attractive guy in case you haven't noticed.
Time with someone like her-- you don't want to jeopardize that by accusing her of stealing.
You knew she was seeing other guys, right?
I'm not an idiot.
I just wanted to enjoy it while I could.
Did she mention her ex-husband?
She wanted to go to his place so he could see us.
I didn't go that far.
So you never met him?
I saw him a couple nights ago.
Melinda and I were at a bar.
He came in, wanted to talk.
She starts kissing me to piss him off.
He tried to keep his cool, she tossed a drink at him, he left.
I called it off after that.
And she shows up dead.
And she shows up dead.
Here you go. And I'm going to see you in a little bit, right? Okay, thanks.
Excuse me, uh, Dr. Crawford?
I'm Dr. Camille Saroyan.
I work at the Medico-Legal Lab...
At the Jeffersonian.
I've heard a lot about you.
Um, no, from the news about your work.
You're a very impressive woman.
Oh, well, thank you, but I'm actually here about Seeley.
I was told that he's been seeing you.
And I told him this would happen, but I'm sorry, I promised I wouldn't discuss it with anyone.
We're old friends.
I know he can be a little stoic and way too private.
I promised him I would keep all his dealings here confidential, Dr. Saroyan.
It's not what I would recommend, but I have to respect his wishes.
Then, a few other questions not about Seeley?
Please sit down.
That's a genetic condition that can cause tumors to grow anywhere there are nerves in the body.
I'm surprised you know about it, yes, and it affects one in every 3,000 children born.
I had no idea it was that common.
NF is more common than muscular dystrophy, cystic fibrosis, and Huntington's disease combined, and the difficulty is that each case of it is so unique.
I'm treating one child with multiple tumors in his brain, and another little girl has an optic glioma which is causing her blindness.
Can you tell me... is it Christine?
Is his daughter ill?
You have to talk to Seeley.
I told him no one would understand his secrecy, and I hope you understand it wouldn't be my choice.
You can thank me by spreading the word about NF, perhaps even making a donation to the Children's Tumor Foundation.
They do really great work.
I will, and thank you again.
I'm sorry I couldn't help.
Oh, I understand.
Take care. Thanks.
Hey, did you find anything yet?
Yeah, finally. It's about time, right?
Is this about your birthday again?
No, I-I've just been frustrated.
I mean, we have cause of death but not enough evidence to arrest anyone.
Isn't that enough?
Yeah, sure, I just thought...
Look, you're clearly dying to know what's been bothering me, so, fine.
My brother bet me that, by the time I hit 29, I'd still be a loser.
You're not a loser, Wendell.
I know, I mean, I'm working with the best people in their fields, and they want me to work with them.
Yeah. We do.
So then he's wrong.
I'm living the dream.
Then he should be happy for you.
Yeah, but... he's jealous.
H-He's always wanted me to fail, so he wouldn't be the loser.
How much does he owe you?
200 bucks. But I-I can't ask him for it.
I mean, he works as a night watchman and he barely scrapes by. So after... years of working to prove him wrong, (chuckles) I can't get no satisfaction.
BRENNAN: You found something, Mr. Bray?
Yes. I did. Yes, he did.
Because he is 29 years old, and he is at the top of his game.
I'll let you two work.
Happy birthday, my friend.
I should explain. If it's not about the case, I'm not interested. (chuckles) Right.
Look at the sternum.
I found faint postmortem microfractures.
They're consistent with someone receiving CPR after death.
So the killer attempted to resuscitate the victim after the initial attack. That's what I thought.
But look at these postmortem cuts to both femurs.
They're in line with the femoral arteries.
So the killer didn't show remorse.
He cut the femoral arteries and then gave chest compressions in order to drain the victim's blood.
Yeah, to make sure there would be no arterial spray during dismemberment-- this would have to be someone with a knowledge of anatomy.
The victim's husband is a surgeon.
Good work, Mr. Bray.
Where's Dr. Sweets? I thought I was meeting with him again.
Nope. Mm-mm. You got me this time, pal.
Uh, is there a problem?
Yeah. There's a problem: your whereabouts on the night that your wife was murdered.
I talked to your night nurse.
She said that you were M.I.A. between the hours of 9:00 and 1:00 a.m.
(chuckling): Oh. I wasn't M.I.A.
I'd just come off a 12-hour shift.
I was... I was taking a nap.
I would never hurt Melinda.
I loved her.
I'm sure you did, and it's got to be a tough pill to swallow when she doesn't love you back.
We were working through it. Oh, right.
Her throwing a drink on you in public?
Or-- this was my favorite one of all-- her having s*x with other guys on your front lawn?
That's working through it?
Melinda had problems.
I was... I was trying to help her.
Right, but sometimes it's... it doesn't work out, right?
Things happen, you snap.
No. The way she was cut, the way she bled-- that was definitely the work of a doctor.
A doctor who has no alibi.
I did not kill Melinda.
Not on purpose. But maybe... by accident?
Fueled with rage?
If you don't confess, I'm not gonna be able to help you.
I can't confess! I...
Look, you don't understand.
I want a lawyer.
Hey, what'd you find?
I found that you should ask for that money from your brother.
The Mass Spectrometer told you to butt into my family business?
No. It's been on my mind, and you definitely need to collect that 200 bucks. Why?
Because you've earned it. Now, I also found this on the victim's shirt.
Well, I treated the shirt with fluorescein.
BRAY: Whoa, it's flaring orange like the blood, but whatever is doing it is invisible to the naked eye.
I'll give you a hint: 80% albumin, the main constituent found in plasma.
Oh, okay. Also sodium chloride.
So she was stabbed in the eye?
Yes. And... then chopped up into bits. Okay, yeah, so what happened to her was awful, but I think the takeaway here is my excellent forensic work.
(chuckles) It's not like he's rich.
Well, does he have more money than you?
He probably doesn't even remember the bet.
Yeah, but you did. The reason why you did is that he challenged your abilities, so... you proved him wrong.
That money is yours.
Are you right about this?
Yes. Both about the eye stabbing and your brother.
Okay. I'll get the skull so you can take a swab, see if there are any remnants of the weapon used inside the orbital socket.
Already did it. Nickel, copper and lint.
I-I have no idea.
It's a key.
She was stabbed in the eye with a key.
Oh, no, I really thought it was gonna be the husband.
How do you know it isn't? Doesn't have any keys.
His house has got a touchpad, right?
And both of his cars are keyless.
And that-that keys in the knuckle thing?
That is something they teach women as a self-defense technique. Right.
You put the keys between the knuckles and then strike.
BOOTH: All right, easy. Okay, thank you, ladies, for coming down. I really appreciate it. I know we all want to find justice for Melinda Perkins. So if you can all do me a favor and pass down your keys-- your house keys, your car keys, your locker keys.
This is crap.
Come on, girls. Let's give him what he wants.
Unless one of you here killed Melinda. BOOTH: Great.
Let's pass 'em down. Thank you.
Great. Thanks. Just place 'em on the bench here.
This key is approximately the right size.
And whose keys are those? Uh, mine.
Negative. - Negative. That proves it wasn't me, right? BRENNAN: This is the only key that could've done it.
Where's your car?
It's not a car.
It's the team bus.
Team bus? Let's all go to the team bus.
Whoa. Booth? Positive.
Positive. You stabbed Melinda in the eye with that key.
Ivanna. What?! BRENNAN: As a physical therapist, you knew how to cut her body most effectively.
You caught her stealing, didn't you?
Anyone notice that nothing's gone missing from our lockers since Melinda died?
And that all of a sudden our cut of the take is bigger?
All right. You're under arrest.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Okay, let's go, derby girl.
Hey, 29 and a great year to follow.
Cheers. Thank you. Cheers.
Mm. You're not drinking, Angela? It's on me.
No, no. I'm-I'm taking a little breather, but happy birthday.
And we should be paying for this.
No, no, no, no, no. You guys are broke now.
It's on me.
I... came into a small windfall.
And I have a little something for you.
I shouldn't be holding onto this.
What is this?
Oh, man. Wendell, this is not necessary.
(clears throat) It's okay. It's okay.
MONTENEGRO: What did you do? Hey, the Pope covered up the cherubs at the Sistine Chapel and that was Michelangelo.
Thanks, man. You ruined that.
That was really beautiful.
I'm sure that it was.
Hey, happy birthday.
(carnival music playing, indistinct chatter)
Oh, I just made it through his legs.
That was so much fun.
BOY: Dad, look at me on the slide.
BRENNAN: Booth is a Catholic.
In most ways, he is quite religious.
SAROYAN: Okay... Why are we spying on children at a carnival?
Booth did all of that.
SAROYAN: I don't understand.
I think maybe it's because Parker is in England or maybe because Christine is so healthy, but...
Booth wanted to give these children a carnival.
Why wouldn't he want us to know he's a great guy?
First Corinthians 13:4.
"Charity suffers long, and is kind;
"charity envies not; charity brags not itself, it is not puffed up."
Oh. Booth takes that to mean that real charity is anonymous.
He didn't... even want me to know.
That little boy has an illness called neurofibromatosis.
It's a... I know what it is. I was worried. I...
I thought maybe Christine...
No. But she could.
It could happen to anyone.
NF has no treatment.
There's no cure. Not yet.
But Booth does what he can.
Please don't tell Booth that I showed you.
I just... I figured you're the type of person who would keep asking questions until you found out the truth.
So now you can stop.
Booth's a good man. Mm-hmm.
Booth is a very good man.
What's that mean?