[Open. Int. Bone’s office. Bones is sitting at her computer chatting online. The site is called sensible partners.com. She is talking to firstimer34551 and her screen name is Doc206.]
: It’s been two weeks of typing; I think we’re ready to have a meal, if only to give our fingers a rest.
: I’m enjoying the anonymity.
: Oh God, don’t tell me your picture was a fake.
: Just carefully lit. How about yours?
: I Photoshopped out my third eye. I’ll meet you at 7 at Nolita’s on K Street.
(Bones pauses thinking about what to say.)
: Still there?
(Dr. Goodman enters her office.)
Dr. Goodman: Temperance!
Bones: (startled) Oh uh.
Dr. Goodman: I startled you?
Bones: Yeah, I was just chatting with a friend online.
Dr. Goodman: Sorry but we have a new delivery, top priority.
(Bones turns back to her computer and type in “I’ll be there. 7.” Then ends the conversation while Dr. Goodman waits.)
Dr. Goodman: Sounds like a good friend.
Bones: Yes, it’s fascinating how interests and intimacy can be cultivated online.
Dr. Goodman: So you’ve never met this friend?
Bones: I’ve done enough Googling to schedule a dinner. You said there was a delivery?
[Cut to: Lab. Platform. There is a skeleton on a table and Hodgins and Zack are looking at them. The skeleton has what appears to be cement blocks on its feet. Bones and Dr. Goodman walk up and she puts her hair up.]
Zack: The bones washed ashore on Chesapeake Bay.
Hodgins: Judging from the algae, he’s been fish food for quite awhile.
Bones: They ate through both tibia.
Zack: The remains show evidence of bullet wounds.
Hodgins: Which would explain why he has all those holes in him.
Zack: Looks as though they weren’t made by a thirty-two, maybe a thirty-eight.
Angela: (walks up) Heard you might need a face.
Dr. Goodman: The FBI is pretty certain this is James Cugeni. They’re looking for evidence that could lead them to the killer.
Hodgins: Wow, Jimmy Cugeni.
Bones: I don’t know who that is.
Angela: It’s a mob boss who disappeared six years ago after his daughters dance recital.
Hodgins: Cement shoes, pretty trite.
Bones: Why mess with the classics?
Angela: Hm.
Bones: Did they find any of the bullets?
Zack: No.
Bones: (looking at the cement smiling.) They really are quite good at this.
Hodgins: Should we really be involved in mob stuff? I mean they’re really into to the whole killing thing.
Dr. Goodman: I can provide you with a job description if you’ve forgotten what we do here, Dr. Hodgins.
Bones: After you clean him up Zack, I want you to x-ray the bone for any bullet fragments. Be very careful cleaning the exit and entrance wounds. I want to recover any markings the bullet left as it passed through the bone.
Zack: Yeah, I can have them ready about eight tonight.
Bones: Ah, can’t work tonight. Tomorrow morning is fine.
Angela: You have a date tonight.
Bones: It’s not a date, it’s a meal.
Hodgins: With a man?
Angela: Did you meet him on the website I told you about?
(Booth and another Agent, Jaime Kenton, come up the platform.)
Booth: You’re dating online?
Bones: Well it’s a practical way of objectively examining a potential partner without all the game play.
Angela: That comes later if it works out. (looks at Jaime.) Hi, I’m Angela.
Jamie: Special Agent, Jamie Kenton. Hi. Dr. Brennan.
Bones: Hey.
Angela: You two know each other?
Bones: Well, I was at the Bureau when Booth took his coffee cup. (Booth laughs) Apparently their both the worlds greatest FBI Agents.
Booth: That’s right. Kenton is working the Cugeni case. He’s one of the original investigators. This is Brennan’s brain trust.
Bones: Your victim is over here. (leads them to the table)
Booth: So what if your computer dates a psycho?
Angela: Only about a billion people date on line.
Hodgins: Yeah, I have.
Booth: You know what ever happened to seeing someone across a crowded room, eyes meeting, that old black magic gets you in its spell?
Bones: There’s no such thing as magic.
Booth: Oh there’s magic.
Bones: Are you here for a reason because Agent Kenton is handling this.
Booth: We have some remains to look at.
Bones: I’m already looking at them.
Booth: Nope, no, not the Cugeni case. Kenton will baby-sit him. These are fresh.
Bones: Well I was told that our friend in the cement shoes took precedence.
Booth: That was before we found someone tortured and ripped apart by dogs.
[Cut to: Abandoned Warehouse. Bones, Booth, and Zack are inside. There are big dogs in cages all around the room barking and growling. There’s a body with its wrists tied to a pole above its head. The body has been eaten by the dogs. Another Agent is walking around the room.]
Bones: (talking into recorder) Ninety percent of the flesh is missing because of mutilation and post mortem anthropophagi caused by canine scavenging.
Zack: (to another Agent) They have to stay here?
Booth: We’re waiting to see if you need them for anything.
Bones: No, not now. Ask him to save the excrement for Hodgins.
Booth: Lucky Hodgins. What about the eyes?
Bones: Gone.
Booth: Gouged out?
Bones: Yes, you can see the scrapings in the orbital cavities much rougher then the knife scaring. It was done with a different weapon.
Booth: Son-of-a-bitch.
Bones: You’ve seen this before.
Booth: Yeah, two years ago we found a seventeen year old girl in a tool shed bound, slashed, eyes gouged out, nothing for her parents to identify. Suspect was Kevin Hollings, everything pointed to him but couldn’t get the hard evidence so the DA refused to prosecute. He’s twisted, Bones. You know, it’s like a game to him.
Bones: He use dogs before?
Booth: No, he’s making the killings more elaborate. It’s like he’s testing us.
Bones: Until he goes to far and he gets caught. Isn’t that the expected pathology.
Booth: Yeah.
Bones: Well I can determine the kinds of weapons, time of death. Hodgins might find something useful in the dogs…
(Bone’s cell phone rings and she goes to her bag to answer it.)
Bones: (in phone) Brennan? Just working. (a piece of the arm bone falls to the floor.) Bag that. (in phone) Yeah of course. I’m starving. Seven thirty, okay, yes. I’ll meet you there. Okay. Bye. (to Booth) My reservation just got pushed by a few extra minutes.
Booth: Oh, a few extra minutes. Great.
Bones: What?
Booth: Nothing.
Bones: You disapprove?
Booth: I said great.
Bones: With attitude.
Booth: Don’t go overboard with psychology. It’s not your thing.
Bones: Look, I am an adult Booth. I see men. I go out with them on occasion. I sleep with them.
Booth: Hey, you know what? That’s cool but you don’t even know who this guy is that you’re meeting.
Bones: I have trekked through Tibet avoiding the Chinese army. I think I can handle meeting someone for dinner.
Booth: Fine, you know what? You have fun with Dick431 or whatever his handle is.
Bones: Yeah I will.
Booth: Good.
Bones: Thanks.
Booth: Fine.
Bones: Good. (in recorder) Victim is female, late teens to mid twenties, knife mark on the bone evidence of deep cuts probably to open up the flesh make it more appetizing for the dogs.
[Cut to: Nolita’s. Bones is standing outside waiting on her date. Her cell phone rings and she answers it.]
Bones: (in phone) David, hi. Yeah I’m here well I guess I’m two doors down. No, I know the traffic on the beltway can be brutal. Okay. Bye.
(She hangs up her phone and places it in her pocket. Two gun shots wiz by her and she runs and ducks behind a car to avoid getting shot.)
Guy: Get down!
(The car that the shooter is in speeds off.)
Guy: You there! Are you alright?
[Intro. Rolls]
[Cut to: Lab. The body is on a table. Bones is examining it while Angela, Hodgins, and Zack gather around.]
Bones: Need enlargements of the super orbital notch. (to Hodgins) Have you examined the dogs’ excrement?
Hodgins: I’m doing the fecal floatation now. I don’t get to say that a lot.
Bones: Check for fibers the FBI might have missed as well.
Angela: You’ve already told him, twice. Are you sure you don’t want a drink?
Zack: You know it wouldn’t be difficult to someone to encode a secure data strip implant it on an ID card with a correct digitally encoded authentication data and sneak in here.
Hodgins: That is possible.
Bones: Are you two going to help or not?
Angela: You know Booth’s pissed that you came here. He had more questions for you at the scene.
(Zack and Hodgins walk away.)
Bones: He just doesn’t want to come here because he has to park in the structure. I need her face as quickly as you can.
(Bones goes over to look at the bones that Zack has cleaned.)
Bones: Zack these bullet holes haven’t been cleaned.
Zack: I worked on them for hours, Dr. Brennan.
Bones: (angry) Then that wasn’t long enough was it?
(She notices Hodgins staring from behind Zack.)
Bones: I’m sorry but. (she turns around behind her and grabs some stuff on a table.) You take a sinus probe, you put a little cotton swab on the end of it. You dip it in water and you dab it inside the wound until it’s clean. The Sistine Chapel took thirteen years to clean properly.
Zack: I didn’t think we had that kind of time.
(She goes over to a microscope and Booth enters the building.)
Booth: Bones, what the hell are you doing?
Bones: Working. Why does everyone find that so odd?
Booth: Why? Oh, I don’t know. Why? Because maybe an hour ago someone tried to kill you. (swipes his card and walks up the platform) I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to continue to work these cases.
Bones: This is what I do Booth.
Booth: Alright look, whoever killed these victims wants to make sure you don’t finish your investigation.
Bones: Hundreds of criminals would like me to stop what I do. Are you suggesting that I just give up my career? (gets up from the microscope.)
Booth: Just be reasonable.
Bones: Fine. Logic suggests that the shooter is involved in one of these cases so I should find out who killed them before he tries to shoot me again. (walks past him) Did Forensics recover the bullets that were meant for me?
Booth: Ballistics is running tests on them right now.
Bones: And have you picked up the suspect in the young woman’s murder?
Booth: Hollings, I don’t want to spook him until we have enough evidence but I’ve got guys watching him.
Bones: Did you get a list of woman missing age eighteen to twenty…
Booth: Eighteen to twenty-five, yes. They are on your server. Bones, everyone is doing their job.
Angela: (walks up) Okay I will see if any of them match the victim. (sits at a computer)
Bones: Well what about the Romano family? Hodgins says they were feuding with the Cugenies.
Booth: Kenton is pulling all the files on the case on all mob activity six years ago. Bones there is one other person we have to look at, your date.
Bones: Well I spoke with him, Booth. He was in his car in traffic and why would he want to kill me?
Booth: Why would somebody want to kill your victim over there? Look Bones, I know it’s hard for you to admit you’re wrong about something but I really don’t care about your feelings right now, I’m more concerned with your life. So they’re bringing your date in for interrogation, grab your coat.
Bones: I’m working.
Booth: Bones! I’m not letting you out of my sight until I find out who is trying to kill you.
[Cut to: FBI Headquarters. Questioning Room. Booth comes in and stands across the table from Bone’s date, David. Bones stands at the end of the table.]
David: Temperance.
Bones: David. (they shake hands)
David: Someone shot at you?
Bones: Yeah.
David: Oh my God.
Bones: I know.
David: What can I do?
Booth: Excuse me I’m special Agent Seeley Booth. I’ll be asking the questions. You want to sit down.
David: Sure. (sits) I mean I didn’t see anything. When I got to the restaurant I saw the cops but I had no idea that it had to do with you.
Booth: You’re an investment banker, good looking guy but yet you find your women on line.
David: Excuse me?
Booth: Can’t you find any woman at work?
David: Well she was online too and she’s a great looking doctor. Your picture doesn’t do you justice by the way.
Bones: (smiles) Thank you. Yours either. The resolution must not be very good on line.
Booth: Bones.
(Bones goes over and sits next to David.)
Bones: Oh he’s a Luddite.
Booth: Hey.
Bones: That’s someone who’s afraid of technology.
Booth: I know what a Luddite is. So are you saying that you were stuck in traffic?
David: What you think I shot at her? (Booth glares at him.) I’m a fundraiser for the Brady campaign against gun violence. (To Bones) Do you think I tried to kill you?
Bones: He has to do this.
Booth: Yeah I have to do this so what time did you leave work?
David: About six forty-five.
Booth: Any witnesses?
David: Yeah, yeah, my assistant, Margaret Jenson, the client I was with, the valet that saw me pull out of the parking garage. I mean unless they are all suspects too.
Booth: We’ll be talking to everyone.
David: Well did you check the traffic report? It was a mess.
Bones: He did. (to Booth) You did.
David: Do I have to get an attorney?
Booth: Just stay close in case we need you for anything else.
David: Yeah, sure. I mean anything I can do to help.
(David gets up to leave)
Booth: So this whole online thing, how long does it last because if it’s just a way to (whistles.) hook up. I gotta tell you. It’s pretty low.
David: You know one of my partners met his wife online.
Bones: You’re kidding?
David: No, they’ve been married for five years.
Booth: Doesn’t mean it’s not creepy.
David: Okay, I’m sorry. Did I miss something cause I don’t want to get in the way or between…
Bones: What? Uh, no.
Booth: No.
Bones: No.
Booth: God.
David: Well then maybe we could reschedule dinner?
Booth: No.
Bones: Sure.
David: Great.
Booth: You know I think someone needs this room. Let’s go. (he escorts David out of the room putting himself between David and Bones.)
David: Ah yeah sure. Well I’ll email you. Stay safe.
Booth: She will stay safe.
(David leaves and Booth stops in the doorway of the room. Bones is looking around Booth at David.)
David: He’s nice. Don’t you think?
Booth: Yeah, he’s nice as a suspect. (notices Bones staring after David.) What? (waves his hand in front of her face.) Hello? (he moves in the door frame to block her view.)
[Cut to: Bone’s office. She’s sitting at her desk and Angela enters.]
Angela: Hey. The victim was Penny Hamilton, nineteen. (hands picture of her to Bones.) She was a student at American who disappeared walking back to her dorm. She was about to go to Haiti to work at a medical clinic.
Bones: Booth is going to think that this is his fault.
Angela: He knew her?
Bones: The killer has done before. Booth couldn’t get the evidence he needed. The guy promised Booth he never would.
Angela: Where is Booth anyway? Thought he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.
Bones: Gave him the positive ID on Cugeni. He’s calling it in to Kenton.
Angela: So how do you like David? It’s not often you can interrogate a guy on a first date.
Bones: I like him. Booth still doesn’t approve but I told him to mind his own business.
Angela: Hey, Booth is a big strong hot guy who wants to save your life. I mean you actually have a knight in shining FBI standard issued body armor so cut him some slack.
(Booth enters.)
Booth: Kenton heard the Romano’s were pissed that they were reopening the investigation. They get pissed, they shoot.
(Zack enters)
Zack: I cleaned the bones Dr. Brennan. You could eat off them.
(Booth sees the picture of the girl lying on Bone’s desk and picks it up.)
Booth: Is this her?
Bones: Yeah.
(Bones walks out leaving him looking at the picture.)
[Cut to: Lab. The cleaned bones are on a table. Bones is looking at the magnification of the bullet wound in the skull. Booth, Angela, and Zack are looking on.]
Bones: Nice work Zack. You can see some of the markings left on the bone where the bullet passed through.
Booth: I can?
Bones: Yes. (She shows him the blown up image on the computer screen.) Here and here on the outer compact brow. Do you think you could use a computer to recreate the complete imprint the bullet left?
Angela: I don’t know if I have enough here to work with.
Booth: What are you getting at?
Bones: Well after it’s discharged every bullet has a distinct pattern etched into it from the barrel of the gun, right?
Booth: Mm. Hm.
Bones: That same pattern would be etched into the bone as it passes through. If we can recover that pattern, we can reverse engineer the bullet.
Booth: Then you’d be able to tell which weapon was used, its make, model…the whole shebang.
Zack: I’ve never heard of that technique.
Bones: It’s a theory I’ve been working on. I thought this would be a good time to test it.
Booth: Great. Knock yourself out. (to Zack) Alright, anything more about the girl?
Zack: The knife marks were made by a non serrated blade consistent with a pocket knife like this one. I found additional knife marks on C5 indicating that the throat was slashed.
Booth: What about her eyes?
Zack: The grooving in the eye sockets doesn’t match anything on the knife.
Booth: And Hodgins is playing with dog poop so everyone’s got something to do. (to Bones) Let’s go.
Bones: What?
Booth: Kenton is putting together everything he’s got on Cugenis disappearance.
Bones: I’m probably more valuable here.
Booth: No, you’re definitely more valuable alive. Alright? I’m not leaving you alone. Come on.
Zack: If it’s so dangerous here why are you leaving us?
Booth: Big strong guy like you, huh? (punches him in the arm.) You’ll be able to take care of yourself.
Zack: (grimaces) Ow.
[Cut to: FBI headquarters. Booth’s office. Bones and Booth are talking to Kenton.]
Kenton: I worked undercover with the Romano’s for two years, never got very high in the organization. I left when I thought my cover was being blown.
Booth: So you think someone from the Romano’s did this?
Kenton: It had to be, hard to tell who though. They use a lot of different guys for a job like this. This is Frank Lombardi; he’s been seen in the area, suspected of killing more then twenty-five people, shooting mostly. Although he likes the occasional garroting.
Booth: So you think they tried to do away with the good doctor here.
Kenton: Well they are trying to look more legit. They don’t want any ancient history resurfacing, bad for business.
Bones: You don’t know it’s them.
Kenton: I still have my sources. They tell me the Romano’s know you’re working this case and they know you’re the best. I recommend you walk away.
Bones: (To Booth) Is that why you brought me here, to scare me into giving up?
Booth: I want you to get real, alright? These people you are dealing with.
Bones: We don’t know who we are dealing with. It could be them. It could be Hollings.
Kenton: Oh, no, no. Serial killers, they follow a pattern. They don’t bind and torture and then start picking people off with a high powered rifle.
Bones: You said Hollings promised no one would ever find enough to get him. Maybe he knows that I can.
Kenton: Either way, too dangerous.
Booth: You almost caught a bullet in the skull.
Bones: I can give you answers, Booth. I can help you get Hollings. You really want me to walk away because it’s dangerous?
Kenton: Sorry man, I tried.
Bones: Any word back from ballistics on the bullets that were meant for me?
Kenton: Yeah it was a military issue, Colt Air 15.
(Bones cell phone rings and she turns in her chair and answers it.)
Bones: (in phone) Brennan.
(Hodgins is in the lab looking through a microscope while Zack is looking on. They talk on speaker phone to Bones.)
Hodgins: Fasciola hepatica, it’s a parasite found in beef liver. I found their eggs in the dog excrement. The dogs were strays that were starving so someone must have lured them to the scene with liver scraps because there was no evidence of any liver found at the scene.
Bones: So if we find any traces of liver parasite we can tie them to the dogs.
Hodgins: It’s possible.
Zack: I also found that the cut marks on her bones showed that the pocket knife had a knick in the blade.
Bones: Okay, thanks. (hangs up)
[Cut to: Hollings apartment. Booth knocks at the door and Hollings answers]
Hollings: Agent Booth, long time no see.
Booth: Hollings, I was wondering if we could take a look around your place.
Hollings: Do you have a warrant?
Booth: No, but you enjoy being cooperative if I remember.
Hollings: Come in, please. You must be uh, Dr. Brennan. I read about the incident the other night. You must have had quite a fright.
Booth: Don’t play with her Hollings.
Hollings: Oh, I hope you don’t think I was being insensitive. Maybe you could tell me what you are looking for and I could help?
Booth: We just want to look around that’s all.
Hollings: Be my guest.
(Bones and Booth walk farther into the apartment. She notices a Swiss army knife sitting in a metal bowl on the coffee table and picks it up.)
Bones: Can I open this?
Hollings: Of course.
(She opens it up and inspects the blade while Booth steps into another room off to the side.)
Hollings: Is this about the girl they found the other night? Terrible thing. I hope you don’t think I’m involved in this one too, do you Agent Booth?
Bones: (to Booth) Blades are clean, no nicks. (she puts the knife back.)
Hollings: I guarantee that whatever you are looking for you’re not going to find here.
(Bones goes into the room Booth is in. It has several glass jars on shelves and table full of keys.)
Bones: What we need might be locked up someplace.
Booth: Wow. There are dozen of keys here.
Hollings: Tens of thousands.
Booth: (whistles) Maybe we’ll just take them down to the Bureau and look through them.
Hollings: That’s a private collection. I’m afraid without cause or a warrant…
Booth: (picks up a key with the tip of his pen) Oh, you see I do have cause. You see this key here is from a federal building it says do not duplicate and the other one looks like it was used in a burglary just around the corner and oh since you did allow us into your home.
Hollings: This is very rude, Agent Booth. I opened my home to you and this is how…
Bones: Before anything is removed we should photograph everything. How he’s arranged the items in the room could be very important.
Hollings: (sighs) If you would excuse me I would like to call my attorney.
Booth: Games not so fun now is it, Hollings?
[Cut to: FBI Headquarters. Questioning room. Hollings is sitting with his attorney across the table from Booth. Bones is watching on from the other room through the double mirror.]
Attorney: I have a court date tomorrow morning at ten you had no right to confiscate his collection.
Booth: Well there were burglaries in the area. Those keys, they could give us some answers.
Attorney: My client can’t be tied to any of those burglaries.
Booth: You’re probably right but you see I have a job to do and Mr. Hollings here has always been so understanding of that in the past.
Hollings: Oh I do understand. I’ve given you a statement, explained where I got the keys…
Attorney: And since you haven’t charged him with anything…
Booth: Yet, but I’m really looking forward to charging him (opens a folder and pulls out a picture of the body to show to Hollings) with this. (whistles) Look at that, hmm. (Booth pulls out another one and lays it by the first one and whistles.)
Hollings: I imagine it must be very frustrating when you uh, when you can’t solve a crime.
Attorney: My client is a respected researcher with Whitney Chemical. He hasn’t missed a day of work in the past two weeks unless you have evidence to hold him…
Booth: Can’t stop looking at it, can you Hollings? Hm? What does it do to you? Does it make you hot?
(Kenton comes into the room Bones is in carrying a box.)
Kenton: Is that the psycho?
Bones: He’s brilliant. He knew we were looking for a pocket knife so he left one in plain site, the wrong one.
Kenton: If you don’t find anything concrete, he walks again, right?
Bones: I don’t know if Booth could live with that. Those keys have to lead somewhere.
Kenton: (hands her a file) I have all the files we have on all the suspects. People we knew who worked for the Romano’s six years ago, you’ve got physical descriptions, blood types, everything we had. It might come in handy if you find anymore evidence on the body.
Bones: Thanks. After we recreate the bullet we can track the angle of entry based on height and…
Kenton: I don’t get it. You don’t have the physical round that was shot.
Bones: I’m trying to make one based on the wounds. It could give us the murder weapon.
Kenton: Sweet.
Bones: If it works.
Kenton: Well you let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.
Bones: Sure.
(Kenton leaves and Bones goes back to watching the interview.)
Booth: I can and I will.
Attorney: You’re fishing. No judge is going to let you keep that collection, Agent Booth. You have to know that. We’ll have it back by tomorrow.
Hollings: Nice try.
[Cut to: Lab. Balcony area. Booth is walking with Dr. Goodman.]
Booth: I got the keys on pretty shaky ground. The judge is going to release them in less then eighteen hours unless we can find something tangible so Bones thought maybe you could help.
Dr. Goodman: I don’t see how I’m an Archeologist.
Booth: She thought maybe you could look at it as though some kind of historical site. (hands Goodman a picture of the jars with keys in them.)
Dr. Goodman: Uh, I suppose that’s a reasonable assumption. A person’s environment is a reflection of who he is.
Booth: He’s a predator, very smart, enjoys the game, you know feels like he’s untouchable.
Dr. Goodman: (points at picture) The room is centered around this chair. You can see how he surrounds the back and sides by the bulk of keys. If this were an innocent collection it would be facing it. This configuration, he’s displaying it.
Booth: Well a guy like this, you know his kills are prizes. The bureau is searching through these keys know to see if they can match one to a storage locker or another apartment but there’s just too many of them.
Dr. Goodman: Mayan rulers kept souvenirs of their kills. They called the display a tzompantli. It was believed it showed their strength and power and would strike fear into anyone who saw it.
Booth: He’s a loner.
Dr. Goodman: Yes but his gave him enough power and security that he let you into his home. He’s right handed, correct?
Booth: Yeah, right.
Dr. Goodman: Well the bulk of the keys are on his right side. Those of the greatest value to him would be in reach. They hold his power. I would look at any of the keys in the containers on his right side over here.
[Cut to: Lab. Bones and Zack are looking over the skeleton of the woman.]
Zack: I thought it could be a saw blade of some kind. I compared the damage with these. (Shows Bones an assortment of saw type blades.) But the crenulations form a regular pattern. They don’t match what we see in the orbital cavities.
Bones: And what if she were struggling?
Zack: Lack of hemorrhage in the surrounding eye tissue suggests she was already dead before the eyes were removed.
Bones: We need to look for something smaller, maybe a surgical instrument.
(Hodgins walks up.)
Hodgins: The concrete used to sink Cugeni is composed of class F fly ash instead of Portland cement which is very exciting.
Zack: Not yet.
Hodgins: Each concrete company has its own unique mixture, certain building codes have to be met. But after that it’s up to each company. (hands Bones a file) These people were cutting corners by using fly ash which is much cheaper. Tapford Construction, six years ago it was owned by Carlo Romano.
[Cut to: FBI Headquarters. Interrogation room. Carlo Romano is waiting patiently to be questioned. Booth, Bones, and Kenton are in the other room looking at him through the two way mirror.]
Bones: Romano doesn’t seem very worried.
Booth: Ah it’s hubris.
Bones: Good word.
Booth: Thank you. He won’t seem so smug after we’ve talked to him.
Kenton: I’m running the names of everyone of his employees from his construction company six years ago, pulling sales invoices. It’s going to be a lot of stuff to sort through.
Bones: Hodgins is going to try to see if there’s any skin or fingernail in the concrete to pull DNA from. It’s another remote possibility.
(Booths phone rings and he picks it up.)
Booth: (in phone) Booth. Yeah. (sighs and hangs up) Judge order a release of Hollings possessions, there’s no grounds to hold him.
Bones: How many keys have they made it through?
Booth: Well the lab had to match key types, serial number, you know cross reference those to the locks, compare the crenulations.
Bones: The crenulations.
Booth: We haven’t even been through the first five hundred, Bones. So I don’t think…
Bones: There is no lock. Those keys don’t open anything.
Booth: What are you talking about?
Bones: The crenulations, the grooves, carved into the bone around the victims eyes, they were irregular like ….like the grooves of a key. (she holds up her key ring.)
Booth: Bones, how many keys do you need?
Bones: Car, house, lab, morgue, I need a lot of keys.
Kenton: (clears throat) Grooves?
Bones: He must have used a key to gouge out the eyes and he kept it near him in his apartment. That was his souvenir. How much longer can you keep the keys you confiscated?
Booth: He’s on his way to reclaim them right now.
Bones: So you have at least a half an hour maybe more?
Booth: At least.
Bones: Ok so tell forensics to forget about matching them to any locks. Have them image each key and send those to Zack so he can find a key that matches the grooves on the bone. That shouldn’t take long.
Booth: Image keys, send them to Zack. Right. (goes to leave)
Kenton: She’s good, huh?
Booth: Told ya.
[Cut to: Bone’s apartment. Bones walks in and Booth enters behind her.]
Bones: Romano didn’t give us anything so I should probably be back at the lab.
Booth: No you’re squints can handle it. You haven’t slept in over a day, Alright? You need to get some rest. I’ll sleep on the couch.
Bones: You think you’re staying here with me?
Booth: Yeah. Nice place by the way Bones.
Bones: No, I’m locked in here, Booth. I’ll be fine.
Booth: Okay look I want you to stay away from your windows too, okay? A sniper has a clear shot from any of these surrounding buildings.
Bones: I could have just stayed at the lab. The security is tight there.
Booth: Then you would have worked. You would have gotten tired and you would have been more vulnerable when you did go out. Trust me this is the best, alright? So where’s the TV?
Bones: I had one but it broke. I’m…I mostly just read and listen to music.
Booth: So let’s listen to some music. Huh?
(Booth walks over to her stereo and begins to look through the CD holders for something to listen to.)
Booth: Music, what do we got, Bones? Wow world music. Uh, there’s a shock. (picks up a CD) Tibetan throat singers. Rock on, Bones.
Bones: That’s mostly for work so…
(Booth moves over to the other CD holder and starts browsing through it.)
Booth: Kayne West, Captain Power…uh, oh whoa, alright. Look at this man, lots of jazz. Wow I think all that free form stuff can be a little bit too unpredictable for me.
Bones: No, I love it. The artist has to live within a set tonal structure and trust his own instincts to find his way out of an infinite maze of musical possibilities and the great ones do. (Booth looks at her with a smile.) What?
Booth: Oh nothing, I just…I just never expected that you would. You know.
Bones: That I would love music? Well I don’t usually get to talk about it but since you brought it up I thought…
Booth: No, hey. I didn’t mean to make you feel self conscious or….(sees a CD lying in front of her stereo) Whoa, what’s this? Ha.
Bones: What is it?
Booth: Nice.
Bones: Booth.
(He plays the CD and it’s the song Hot Blooded by Foreigner.)
Bones: Uh, how did that get there?
Booth: Oh please everybody loves Foreigner.
(Booth starts to bob his head to the music.)
Booth: Hot Blooded? Talk about a guilty pleasure. Check it baby.
(Booth starts to sing and play air guitar to the music. Bones stares at him for a minute then smiles. She starts to join him by singing and pretending to play guitar too. After a few minutes Bone’s phone rings and she runs to pick it up. Booth doesn’t turn down the music. He just keeps dancing and singing.)
Bones: Brennan. David, Hi. I’m fine thanks. Booth, yeah. I’m still under lock down until we solve these crimes. Yes, Foreigner. Okay I’ll. Okay sure. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Okay thanks for calling. Bye.
(Bones hangs up the phone and walks over to Booth. He stops dancing and looks at her for a moment.)
Booth: Wait, I hope you didn’t think.
Bones: No.
Booth: No cause I …I wouldn’t want to uh, you know ruin things for you, ruin anything.
Bones: Not a problem.
Booth: Hey you got a soda, some juice?
(They both laugh)
Bones: Yeah in my fridge. I’ll get it.
Booth: No, no, no. You know what? I’m...I’m not your guest. You don’t have to wait on me. I’ll get it. Wait, do you want anything?
Bones: That’s okay.
(Booth goes over to the refrigerator)
Bones: Oh, there are uh glasses in the cupboard to the right of the fridge.
(Booth grabs the refrigerator with his left hand while reaching over with his right to open the cupboard. The refrigerator blows up. Booth flies backwards through the air and lands on his back unconscious. The refrigerator door lands on the bottom half of him. His chest is covered with fire. Bones turns and sees what happened shocked. She runs to him grabbing a blanket off her couch. She throws it on top of him patting the fire out. She then throws the door off of him.)
[Cut to: Hospital room. Booth is in bed with bruises on his face. He has a sling on his arm and a brace around his collar bone. He’s hooked up to a heart monitor and Bones is sitting in a chair next to his bed. She has a file in her lap.]
Booth: Kenton is on his way over. You have to promise me that you are going to stay with him.
Bones: I will.
Booth: Did they gather all the evidence from the explosion?
Bones: Yes.
Bones: You’re sure?
Bones: Yes. Booth, I was there. They were very thorough and I was very annoying.
(Booth looks up and sighs. He’s in pain.)
Bones: Sorry, Booth. It’s should be me lying in that bed.
Booth: I’m fine. You know, I…I don’t even know if…if I have to stay here. You know?
Bones: You got blown up.
Booth: I’ve been worse.
Bones: You have burns, lacerations, two broken ribs, green stick fracture of the clavicle…
Booth: Okay, I got blown up.
(He tries to reach for a pudding on the table in front of him but can’t.)
Booth: Can you…Can you hand me one of the puddings?
(Bones stands up and grabs one. She opens it and hands it to him.)
Booth: Oh man. Thanks, Bones. Look at that.
Bones: (opens the file) You know on your x-rays, there’s a history of multiple fractures on your feet consistent with beating. It’s a common method of torture in the Middle East, beating the soles of the feet with pipes or hoses.
Booth: Yeah I know.
Bones: And there are indications of injuries sustained while you were shielding someone.
Booth: How the hell can you tell something like that?
Bones: The scaring shows that the rib cage spread in such a way that…
Booth: Yeah, okay. A buddy of mine, he lost his weapon and I uh, I tried. He didn’t make it. You know you shouldn’t be looking at my x-rays.
Bones: Sorry.
(Kenton walks up and knocks on the door then enters.)
Kenton: Hey.
Booth: Yeah.
Kenton: You look like crap.
Booth: Yeah well a little bit more of this pudding and I’ll be just fine, you know. Stick with her.
Kenton: Yeah if you want me to.
Bones: Don’t you think I should be consulted.
Booth: No, keep her close.
Kenton: Don’t worry.
[Cut to: Lab. Bones, Angela, and Zack are looking at a computer screen. Kenton is standing behind them.]
Zack: It could have been you.
Bones: Yes, Zack. I know
Zack: The only reason he survived is that he was reaching for the glass.
Bones: I know. Can we change the subject?
Angela: Let’s talk revenge, bloodlust.
Bones: The cathartic release we are looking for can only be achieved when we successfully gather enough evidence to neutralize the person or persons responsible for putting Booth in that hospital.
Zack: Neutralize can mean either kill or arrest.
Bones: Yes, it can mean either.
Kenton: I don’t get it. What exactly are you doing?
Angela: I’m using a digital enhancement program to fill in the missing markings made by the bullet when it passed through the bone. Impressed? I have so many more tricks. There’s no ring, Single or Gay?
Kenton: Gay? Why would you say gay?
Angela: Brokeback baby gotta ask.
Kenton: Not gay.
Bones: Angela.
Angela: We’ll talk later.
Kenton: So you match a digital replica of the bullet with any recovered bullets the FBI has?
Bones: Yes so we can cross reference crime, suspects, weapons.
Kenton: Amazing.
(Hodgins enters.)
Hodgins: I just finished working with Forensics at the FBI, analyzing the chemical compositional of the explosives. The isotopes and the sulfur are like a fingerprint. (hands Bones file) It is a perfect match to the sulfur manufactured by the chemical company Hollings works for.
[Cut to: Hollings apartment. The FBI kicks down his door. He’s not there. Bones and Kenton look around. ]
Agent: FBI! Go, go! Show yourself! Clear!
Kenton: He took off.
(Bones opens a drawer and finds a map with circled places on it.)
Bones: He marked the same part of town we found the other victim.
(She shows it to Kenton.)
Kenton: He’s going after someone else. (To swat team.) I want all this bagged.
Agent: Right, let’s go.
(Bone’s cell phone rings.)
Bones: (in phone) Brennan.
(Zack is on the other end on speaker phone.)
Zack: We found the key. FBI said Hollings never returned to claim them. It matches the bone damage exactly.
Bones: (in phone) And it’s definitely one of Hollings keys?
Zack: Yes, Hodgins tried to retrieve DNA from it but he says it was dipped in some kind of chemical bath to remove anything organic.
Bones: Good work.
Zack: Maybe you should come in now, Dr. Brennan.
Bones: I’ll be fine, Zack. Any luck with the bullet?
(Kenton walks up behind her.)
Kenton: Do you want to go back to the lab until we get any other news? It will be safer there.
Bones: (in phone) Actually Zack, I’ll see you in a few minutes.
[Cut to: Hospital Room Booth is watching basketball on TV. He has several pudding son his table. Hodgins walks in the room.]
Hodgins: Hey.
Booth: Why are you here? Is Brennan alright?
Hodgins: Sure, yeah no. She’s with your compadre. I came by to see how you are.
Booth: Oh.
Hodgins: Pudding, I still remember this stuff from when I got my appendix out.
(Hodgins walks over to the side of Booths bed to take a pudding. Booth uses his spoon to block him from taking it.)
Booth: Yeah and that’s as good as you remember. The key fit?
Hodgins: Yeah and they found a map of the neighborhood where the other body was found and some more keys.
Booth: Found a map? No we didn’t…we didn’t catch that before?
Hodgins: No, I guess not or maybe your killer is getting sloppy.
Booth: That’s not like him.
Hodgins: Well it wasn’t like him to use explosives either. People change. It’s the wonderful thing about life. Now we can get him before he gets Brennan. (reaches for the pudding again) Can I have this one?
(Hodgins gets the pudding because Booth is lost in thought. Hodgins sits down and begins to eat it.)
Hodgins: You okay?
Booth: Huh? Yeah, yeah. I’m just thinking people don’t really change. We like to believe they do but they don’t.
Hodgins: You’re thinking that it’s the mob guys we’re after.
Booth: I’m just thinking that things, they don’t make sense.
Hodgins: You’re feeling something a little more devious more like a frame up. Oh I like it, very conspiratorial.
Booth: Things are just too neat. You know Hollings would never leave a map there.
Hodgins: Go with me on this. Mob guys know you’re closing in and want to throw you off by making it look like the psycho, and these guys have been involved in conspiracies a lot more complicated then this. They set up Lee Harvey Oswald, worked with the CIA to kill Castro. Forget about what they did to Marilyn Monroe.
Booth: Someone planted that evidence so that we’d find it. Someone who knew what we were up to.
Hodgins: Someone at the lab works for the mob. I can see it. There’s not much difference between a corrupt corporate government and organized crime.
Booth: (drops his spoon) You’re right.
Hodgins: Excuse me?
Booth: The only way that this could unfold (takes off the blood pressure cuff) is if someone on the inside was orchestrating things.
Hodgins: People never tell me I’m right. They only say I’m crazy. Love you, man.
(Booth starts to sit up to get out of bed.)
Hodgins: What the hell are you doing?
Booth: You’re driving.
Hodgins: Cool.
[Cut to: Kenton’s car. Day. Bones is the passenger. Kenton is talking on his cell phone.]
Kenton: (in phone) Yeah? Okay, make sure there is backup. (hangs up.) They spotted someone taking a woman into those old abandoned buildings off Hunter Boulevard. I’ll drop you off at the lab.
Bones: No, I’m coming.
Kenton: Booth said it was pointless to argue.
Bones: He is a smart man, Booth. I’ll just call Zack.(gets her cell phone) I think I know how to complete the bullet. (dials) Even if we only have one side if we can approximate the spin as it was fired (brings phone up to her ear.)
(Bones looks over as Kenton draws out his gun and aims it at her head with his free hand. He knocks the phone out of her hand.)
Kenton: You really are the best. It’s too bad.
[Cut to: Hodgins car. Day. It’s a little red British car with the white stripe on it like the British flag. The steering wheel is on the left. Hodgins is speeding down the road with his cell phone in his hand and an ear piece in his ear. Booth is now dressed in sweats in the passenger seat. Booth is on his cell phone.]
Booth: Work with the FBI and they put you on hold when you want get information. (sighs.) Kenton was working organized crime at the same time that Cugeni was killed. Alright, he was the only one who knew the details of both investigations so he takes what he knows about Hollings to throw suspicions off himself.
(Hodgins hits a bump and Booth groans loudly.)
Hodgins: Maybe that nurse was right to be pissed that you were leaving. You don’t seem good, Booth.
Booth: You know if we weren’t in a toy car. (in phone) Yeah. Listen to me Bobby. Just get some units out there now, okay? I want to know about any activity in the abandoned buildings on that map. (hangs up.)
Hodgins: Brennan is not picking up her cell.
Booth: Kenton, he never called for backup or surveillance or anything. Jeeze, how can I be so stupid? Everything pointed to him.
Hodgins: Hey, it is not your fault.
Booth: How could it not be my fault? It was my job to protect her instead I hand her over to him.
[Cut to: Inside of abandoned warehouse. Day. Kenton is behind Bones with his right arm on her shoulder. He is aiming the gun at her side with his other hand. She has her hands tied in back of her. He is walking her towards another area of the warehouse.]
Kenton: There are certain crimes you just got to let slide. A death like Cugeni’s, it’s an internal issue, doesn’t affect anyone else.
Bones: You killed Cugeni?
Kenton: You don’t get rich working for the FBI. When I was undercover the Romano’s were very good to me. When you accept their generosity; you have no choice but to do what they ask.
Bones: Is that how you live with yourself if you take choice out of the equation.
Kenton: It’s no different then Booth taking out someone from the other side when he was a sniper in the golf.
Bones: That was a war. His actions saved lives.
(They enter a room. Bones sees dogs on metal chains along the walls. They are barking and growling. There is also a hook hanging down in the center of the room.)
Kenton: You don’t think getting rid of Cugeni ended a street war?
Bones: So my death will be justified now?
Kenton: The Bureau keeps a shell from every weapon it issues. You match that slug it points to my weapon and I go down and the Romano’s make sure I don’t talk.
(He walks her over to the hook.)
Bones: Well at least then I’m dying for a good reason.
(Bones elbows him in the stomach and he shuffles backward. She follows it up with a kick to his hand knocking his gun to the floor.. He comes towards her and she kicks him backwards knocking him to the floor. She goes to run out the door where they came from and he gets up quickly grabbing her from behind. She ducks and swings out of his grip then kicks him again. She then runs into him like a tackle and knocks him over an old table in the room. Bones sees the gun on the floor in front of her, squats down and grabs it with her hands that are tied behind her back. She rolls backwards to a standing position and Kenton is there behind her. He grabs the gun out of her hands and she looks back and kicks him sideways in the knee. He falls on his knees. She then takes her legs and wraps them around him throwing him flat on the ground. He tries to get up and she kicks him with the lower part of his leg in the face. He tries to get up and grabs her leg that is on top of him but she wraps them around his neck and tightens her legs. Kenton reaches with a free hand finds his gun on the floor, picks it up, and hits her in the head with it. The force knocks her out.}
[Cut to: Hodgins’ car. Day. They are in the abandoned building district now speeding around.]
Hodgins: You know maybe you’re wrong. I mean Hollings is missing, right?
Booth: Convenient huh? Kenton planned the lead so that we would find her and go after Hollings who we would never find.
Hodgins: Because he is dead?
Booth: Because he’s dead.
Hodgins: This conspiracy thing is a lot more intense when you’re in the middle of it.
(Booths cell phone rings and he answers it.)
Booth: Yeah? Yeah, okay. (he hangs up) Look an Agent talked to a witness who saw a couple go into a building off of North 23rd.
Hodgins: This uh, building. Oh yeah that’s really specific.
Booth: Well crack heads aren’t that detailed oriented. Step on it. Come on.
[Cut to: Warehouse. Kenton has hooked Bones hands up on the hook with the rope that is tied around her wrists. She has her legs tied together behind her and she is on her knees. She has a gag in her mouth. She screams a few times.]
Kenton: They’re not going to find Hollings. Uh uh. You know he used to slit their throat like they were cattle. He told me he used the key to unlock the soul behind their eyes. That’s one sick bastard the world ain’t going to miss.
[Cut to: Outside the Warehouse. Day. Hodgins and Booth pull up and jump out of the car. There’s FBI all over outside along with the SWAT team. An agent walks up to Booth who is hunched over a little from his injuries.]
Agent: We used thermal imagery to see what activity there was inside the buildings, found a crack house, a couple of squatters, was about to move in here next.
Booth: No, no, no. He hears noise; you know he could freak out and kill her. We got to be careful.
Agent: There’s no we, Booth.
Booth: Yeah, I’m going in with you.
Agent: You can barely stand.
Booth: (firmly) I said I’m going with you. Give me my gun.
(The Agent takes a gun and gives it to Booth.)
Agent: (yells to another Agent) Bring me that vest for Booth.
(The Agent gets the vest and hands it to Booth.)
Agent: Wear this.
Booth: Yep. (he undoes the vest and groans.) Alright, you know what? (throws it to Hodgins.) You can come too. Alright, put that on and you stay back.
Hodgins: (puts it on.) I can do that.
(The all pull guns and start entering the building.)
[Cut to: Inside Warehouse. Kenton pulls out a pocket knife and flips open a blade.]
Kenton: I’m sorry. I really am.
(He lays the knife blade on a rock and hits it with another rock to knick the blade. Bones hollers again but it’s muffled. She is terrified.)
[Cut to: FBI guys inside warehouse. They break open a chain fence doorway and enter in further to the warehouse. The see the crack heads and move past them. Booth and Hodgins stop for a minute. Booth groans and Hodgins looks at him.]
Hodgins: Maybe you shouldn’t have had all that pudding.
(Booth just looks at him and shakes his head. They start walking again. They enter another room where the FBI guys in front of them go right. Booth stops and looks down seeing Bone’s keys. He whistles quietly to Hodgins and nods towards the keys and bumps them with his toe. Hodgins bends over and picks them up.)
[Cut to: Kenton and Bones.]
Kenton: I’m not like him at all. The things I have to do to you, you’ll be gone first. You’ll never know a thing. I never expected anyone to find out.
(Kenton pulls out his gun and holds it up to hit her with it. Booth sees him and fires at him hitting him in the shoulder. Kenton yells and falls down. FBI guys rush to handcuff him. Booth runs limping in to Bones. He tries to lift her up off the hook. She’s still terrified)
Booth: Alright. Okay, Alright. Hold on. (He ducks his head under the hook between her arms and lifts her off the hook)
(Booth gets her off and falls down slowly to the floor on his butt. Bones has her arms around his neck with her wrists still bound. She’s hugging him.)
Booth: Oh, it’s okay. I’m right here. It’s all over. Okay. Shh. I’m right here, alright. It’s all over. Shh…alright.
(Bones loosens her grip and sits back to look at him.)
Bones: How did you get out of the hospital?
Booth: Hodgins gave me a ride. Maybe…maybe you could give me a ride back though, huh?
(Bones smiles and shakes her head yes. Booth groans and she hugs him again.)
[Cut to: Hospital. Night. Booth is back in his bed and Bones is sitting next to him dressed in a black dress. She has a small bandage on her head.]
Booth: Kenton is telling us everything. I mean I guess he figures there’s nothing to hide. He’s finished anyway.
Bones: Better late then never, huh?
Booth: Yeah, I guess. You know, I let you down, Bones. I’m sorry.
Bones: You saved my life.
Booth: Yeah but you know, I shouldn’t …it shouldn’t have gone down like that.
Bones: What a pair.
(Booth laughs a little. Bone’s cell phone rings and she answers it.)
Bones: (in phone) Brennan. Um, I’m leaving right now. (hangs up.) David. We’re finally having our dinner.
Booth: Well I figured you didn’t dress up for me.
Bones: (smiles and stands up) You sure you don’t want anything?
Booth: Nah, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to you know, flip around the TV here.
Bones: Okay I’ll see you tomorrow.
Booth: Yeah, have a good night.
Bones: Thanks. (leaves)
(Booth flips through stations to an old movie. It’s a romantic one. He looks down then up again and sees Bones enter his room.)
Bones: I rescheduled. My…my head still hurts.
Booth: Well you can watch TV if you’d like.
Bones: Sure.
(She sits back in the chair next to his bed. She goes to lean her head on his side.)
Booth: Bones, arm. (she sits back up.) Thanks.
FADE TO BLACK.
