"They're up on that ridge." "They got us pinned down." "We can get across that clearing, then move around their right flank, we can take them out." "I've got it." "You, Kenton and May-- you cover me." "No." "You can't go do it alone." "I am not going to let my men get slaughtered." "Cover me!" "Dude, you're, like, covered in paint." "A-Are you okay, bro?" "Okay, oh, here it is!" "Right." "Okay..." "Oh, sorry." "You want me to, uh... help you with that?" "No, I can make toast." "It's just, your kitchen is very small." "My kitchen is the same size that it's always been." "Look at it." "The implication being that I've grown bigger?" "I'm aware of that." "Oh, no, it's not that you've grown bigger." "It's that you've... you know, you-you've grown out." "You've gotten larger, you know?" "Like you just expanded, then..." "You look great, by the way." "What you see is the manifestation of your own virility, which fills you with a sense of pride and power." "It's natural to confuse that with attraction" "You look great." "Oh..." "So, uh... y-your magazine is in my oatmeal." "Oh, you know, we don't have to go through this." "My place is much roomier." " We both agreed to split time." " Yes, and we are." "Neither of us really likes it." " I'm fine." " Ohh..." "Come on, Bones, you know what?" "It's been five months." "We spend almost all of our time together." "What we need is one bed." "One place." "Our place." "I thought you said you'd never move in with someone again unless you're married." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "What?" "Me?" "No, no!" "You're the one who believes in marriage." "I'm not going to bring it up." "Well, you just did." "Are you saying that you aren't going to ask me to marry you?" "No, you are going to ask me to marry you." "That's ridiculous." "It's not ridiculous." "It's gonna happen." "I don't know when, but when it does, the three of us should have a nice place, where there's, like..." "Booth." "Right, on our way." "We've got a murder." "Booth, that's my toast." "Look, there's lots of rocks and mud and stuff." "Here, let me have the case." "Booth, for centuries pregnant women have been carrying bales of hay, jugs of water on their head" " I know." "and then squatting in the fields to have their children." "There's not gonna be any squatting in the fields." "Squatting is a great position to give birth." "I'm never going to be able to survive this pregnancy." "I'm telling you." "This is a very shallow grave." "Yeah, the rains revealed the remains." "Man, this is going to give paint ball a bad name." "Judging by the pelvis, the victim is female, late 20s, early 30s." "Remains are covered in Megaselia scalaris-- coffin flies." "They burrow into the ground when they sense carrion." "Looks like they had a feast, huh, Bones?" "Yeah, well, the females were pregnant." "They needed the protein." " I can relate to that." " They laid eggs which are now in the pupa stage, so I'd fix time of death at seven days." "I'm gonna need the names of all the paintball players in the game, got it?" "There's damage to the hard and soft palates-- it could be..." "Could be cause of death." " Everything okay, Bones?" " Of course." "I am merely experiencing emotional... inconsistencies due to hormones secreted..." "during pregnancy." "Angela used to cry at the Shamwow commercial." "You know, maybe the, uh, dead bodies are finally getting to you." "Of course not." "I gotta get a picture of this one, huh?" "Stop it, Booth!" "All right, relax, okay?" "It just... means that, you know, you're normal." "I'm not normal." "I'm extraordinary." "This is definitely murder." "Something... something was jabbed through the hard palate into her brain." "Wow, now I'm feeling sad." "I'm not sad." "Just bring the remains back to the lab." "♪ Bones 7x01 ♪ The Memories in the Shallow Grave Original Air Date on November 3, 2011" "♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method == sync, corrected by elderman ==" "♪" "There's an oily residue on her clothes." "She must have been laying in something." "Yeah, well, I can compare it to the soil samples that I took." "You'll be careful not to damage the skull fractures, right?" "Are you questioning my competence, Mr. Bray?" "Uh, no, it's just that Dr. Brennan told me to make sure that her remains weren't compromised." "So you're more intimidated by Dr. Brennan, even though I run this lab?" "Well, when you take Dr. Brennan and add pregnant..." "No." "You are the tops in your field." "I am much more intimidated by you." "Nice save." "Whatever was jammed up there went to the top of the skull." "Hard to believe that these three little pounds are the reason we are who we are." " Whoa." " Oh, God." "There's beetles in there." "Come to papa, my little friends." "See, they may have ingested some of the particulates that were on the weapon." "Judging by the shape of the injury and the fact that some of the brain tissue seems to be torn, it looks like something metal, with a jagged edge." "Well, maybe you could help us, couldn't you?" "Really?" "They're beetles, not puppies, Dr. Hodgins." "Ah, what do you know?" "It's Dr. Brennan asking me what's taking so long." "Well, I will just tell her to cool her jets." "'Cause I am not rushing you, no matter what..." "I'm done, Mr. Bray." "Thank God." "So, the guy who organized the paintball, uh, battle said it was the first time they used that site." "We're checking everybody out for alibis." "Did any of the participants have a criminal record?" "The worst we have is a drunk and disorderly outside a frat house and some guy who, uh, served two days for not paying his child support." " Is his ex-wife missing?" "Actually, it was the bank;" "they're the ones that screwed up." "You seem, uh, very hungry for the details." "Oh, I just... no, I just want to help, you know?" "Under normal circumstances," "Dr. Brennan would be confined to a desk about now." "Right, well we all know that Bones is not normal." "Right." " I mean, normal's not her thing." " No." " No!" " No." "Well, I just want you to know that I'm ready." " You're ready?" " I'm ready." "All right, ready." " All I need from you is the shrinky stuff." " Mm-hmm, mm-hmm." "So there's no extra stress between you and Dr. Brennan because of the pregnancy?" "No." "We're not going to talk about that." "Why not?" "It's shrinky stuff." "We're fine." "We're fine!" "All right, okay." "I'm not trying to be pushy here, but it must be very difficult that you and Dr. Brennan haven't agreed on a living arrangement yet." "Okay, you know what?" "I've been shot at, I've been stalked, I've been kidnapped," "I almost drowned, okay?" "I'll be able to find a place for us to live." "So, go have some coffee, all right?" "Thanks." "Is it true that you were crying at the crime scene?" "Only as a result of increased hormonal output, not sadness at the victim's death." "Probably Chorionic Gonadotropin." " Exactly." " Still, I mean, you crying..." "I would've loved to have seen that." " Why?" " It's sort of like an eclipse." "It doesn't happen that often." "Well, Booth took a picture of me, but since I have a picture of him cooking an omelet naked, he agreed never to show it to anyone." "Smart move." "I-I'm sorry... naked?" "Wow!" "Okay, listen, I am your best friend, honey, so I think I should take a peek at that." "Based on the remodeling, these fractures occurred about six months ago." "Blunt force trauma to the frontal bone." "There's also remodeling damage to the clavicle." "And acromion." "All on the left side." " It could be from a fall." " Or a beating." "It's impossible to tell with so much remodeling." "Is it the full figure?" "No, the injuries seem to only extend to here." "I'm talking about the omelet shot." "Weren't you going to use those pictures to do a facial reconstruction?" "Killjoy." "The victim was lying in fatty acids rich in di- and triunsaturated esters." " Which is...?" " Linseed oil." "It was in the soil and seeped onto her clothes." "Why would someone coat the bottom of a grave with linseed oil?" "Well, it would prevent the body from absorbing the water underneath it." "But I don't know why a killer would care about keeping her dry." "How's your brain?" "Aside from the stab wound, I also found past brain damage that could've compromised cognitive functioning." "Wendell said they found remodeled fractures from about six months ago on the skull." "That would fit." "Any word from the beetles?" "Uh, nothing that points to a weapon, but check this out." "The tissue they'd eaten contained traces of lorazepam." "She was being treated for anxiety." "That could have something to do with the prior brain damage." "So, beaten about six months ago and murdered last week." "That's some bad luck." "Hey, I'm almost done here." "It just needs to render." "That's not why I'm here." "I... seem to be emotional again." "Oh." "This might not be strictly hormonal." "Booth is upset with me." "Because I'm not ready for us to move in together." "Oh." "Good for Booth." "I've always been on my own, Angela." "Yeah, but you're never gonna be on your own again." "Ever." "Those little kicks you feel, that's just the beginning." "Look at this." "Ooh." "Whoa, ripe." "Oh!" "Mommy, it's your turn." "I've changed the last 200." "Yes, we want Mommy to change us." "There's Mommy." "Yay!" "Oh, it's a good thing you are so cute." "Look at you." "You and Booth, you made that baby together, so it's going to expect that both of you be there." "I'm with Booth on this one." "Are you mad at me?" "I'm actually feeling very affectionate toward you." "But of course that could just be the hormones." "I hope not." "Okay, we have a match." "Claire Serrano." "There were two" "Missing Persons Reports filed on her in the last six months." "Hmm." "Two?" "Yeah, first one six months ago, the other last week, the night she disappeared." "Both filed by her husband?" "Bones says she was pretty battered up six months ago." "Maybe that's why she disappeared, right?" "Mr. Serrano." "Yes?" "Special Agent Booth." "This here is Dr. Sweets." "Hi." "Uh, this is about Claire, right?" "Did you find her?" "Yeah." "Have a seat." "Thank God." "I've been praying all week." "We all have." "Right." "I'm afraid it's not good news." "She was found buried in Hamilton State Park." "What do you mean?" "We believe she was murdered." "But..." "I just got her back." "When you say you've all been praying for her, who else do you mean?" "Oh, um... my congregation." "I'm the pastor of the First Church of Christ at Logan Circle." "Thank you." "So this is the second time she went missing, Mr. Serrano?" "Yes, yes." "The first time was in February." "She just left one day and disappeared." "No one knew what happened." "Then about six weeks ago, she turned up in our neighborhood." "But she didn't know why she was there, she didn't know who she was." "That's retrograde amnesia." "Yes." "The doctor said she'd suffered some head trauma and just wandered away." "Claire couldn't remember anything, not even what happened when she was missing." "The doctor said she must have started a new life someplace else." "Wait a second." "You mean to tell me that she can't remember that, either?" "No, it happens, Agent Booth." "Her amnesia caused her to establish a new identity." "It's called a fugue state." "It's a survival technique that can disappear as quickly as it appears." "But Claire came back to me." "And she was starting to remember." "It was going to be like it was." "That was the Lord's work." "And somehow..." "I have to believe that this was the Lord's work, too." "Could, uh, Claire's injuries have been from a beating?" "Possibly." "But there's too much remodeling to be certain what caused them." "Do you think that she was beaten?" "No, I don't want to." "Her husband is a pastor." "Violence would be a logical extension of his belief." "The Bible features a vengeful God who capriciously slaughters the creatures he creates." "Sweets would characterize him as a sociopath." "Wait, God is not a sociopath." "Let's just say I don't want him babysitting for our child." "Maybe you should, uh, slow down a little bit there on the food." "I need to increase my caloric intake by at least 300 calories." "Can I have some of your pie?" "Uh, well, you already are eating it, just..." "You know, I've been thinking about our living arrangement." "You're right." "We should move in together." " Really?" " Yes." "Angela agrees that it's best for the baby if we share a place." "This is great!" "So you can move into my apartment permanently." "No." "No, no." "That is your place." "We need our place." "But in Iroquois society, the men always moved in with the women." "That's your reasoning?" "I did a very well-respected paper on the Iroquois." "Women controlled society, owned all the property." "But we're not the Iroquois." "But the baby is in me, Booth." "I'm more financially secure than you." "Objectively, I'm more rational." "This should be my decision." "Yeah." "You know what, we're family." "Even you should know what that means, Bones." "You're angry." "Yeah, I'm angry." "So, Claire Serrano was being treated by Dr. David Yazrick, a neuropsychologist specializing in memory problems from amnesia, PTSD, drug addiction." "He's waiting to talk to us now." "Oh, boy." "Let's go talk to the doctor." "I'll look at the remains again, see what-- if I can find what caused those fractures." "So, I was sifting through the soil at the bottom of the grave, and I found fibers coated in linseed oil." "You said her clothes had absorbed the oil." "Her clothes are made of polyethylene terephthalate." "Can't you just say polyester?" "I did." "Anyway, these fibers are upland cotton of a very high tenacity." "They were found in this area here." "So what kind of cloth would be made out of a fiber like that?" "I don't know yet." "But whatever that cloth turns out to be, it was removed from the grave before she was buried." "So something was dug up before she was buried." "So, a lot of Yazrick's methods are unorthodox, but he's had great success with guided imagery and exercises to improve short-term memory." "That guy Yazrick-- wasn't he the guy who got bounced from Vegas for counting cards?" " Yes." " Yeah." "He said it was research for his techniques though." "A lot of people think that it was just publicity because his work is so controversial." "I heard about him." "Heard about him while I was gambling." "Agent Booth..." " No." " "No" what?" "You don't even know what I was going to say." "Are you kidding me?" " You're kidding me right now." " No." "Your voice just gets all sensitive." "It-It's irritating." "Okay, something is clearly going on between you and Dr. Brennan." "We have a murder to solve." "So, I read your paper on explicit memory retrieval and its ability to alter current destructive behavior." "It was fascinating." "Oh, thanks." "I'm actually using it myself to stop smoking." "Of course, next I'm gonna have to find a way to give up chewing gum." " Ah, it's a good trade-off." " That's great." "Listen, Sweets said that Claire thought that she was someone else for a while." "Yeah, but something, some faint memory drew her back to D.C." "But even after returning to D.C., you said that Claire was still suffering from amnesia?" "When I started treating her, she had no distinct memories of her past." "That must have made it tense, you know, between her and her husband." "Well, it was difficult for them." "But during her last session, Claire told me that she was remembering moments from her wedding." "She was so happy, she was in tears." "Was Claire afraid of anyone?" "Did she think that someone was gonna hurt her?" "No." "What is it?" "Well, we have these group sessions once a week, so the patients know that there are other people with similar problems." "There's a patient who suffers from aphasia." "He was in a small plane crash that killed his wife." "He had become very, very attached to Claire." "But he has no history of violence." "Attached how?" "After a trauma like that, some patients transfer their feelings to someone else." "It's a sort of, uh, survival mechanism, emotionally." "Sounds like a stalker to me." "Don't you want Mr. Bray to help you?" "He's in the other room;" "I can call him." "No." "It's okay." "I-I'd just like some time alone." "Hmm." "You okay?" "Sometimes I get more fatigued than I'm used to." "Did you have any luck identifying the weapon that was inserted into her brain?" "No, but the diagnosis of amnesia and fugue state certainly explains the bruising I saw." "Booth and Sweets are talking to her doctor now to discover the extent of her condition." "I can't imagine having my entire life erased like that." "It's like she kept dying." "Perhaps it was a good thing." "She had the opportunity to start fresh, create a better life." "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes." "Just making an observation." "Because if I can..." "Look at the spider web fractures on the frontal bone." "The discoloration along the seam of the fracture." "Isn't that common when bone knits together?" "Yes, but that section is not from remodeling." "She had recent head trauma that reopened the original fracture." "The discoloration is from soil that entered the wound." "So it happened when she was killed?" "There's no evidence of fresh remodeling, so yes." "The particulates in the crevice might be able to help us determine the murder weapon." "Violin guy?" "He's the stalker?" "He was with the symphony before the accident." "The aphasia prevents him from being able to speak unless he plays his violin." "Makes you want to wear a helmet all the time, huh?" "The syntactic processing for language and music share a set of neural resources." "Music can form a bridge which allows him to talk." "Ah." "Trevor, this is Agent Booth and Dr. Sweets from the FBI." "They'd like to talk to you about Claire." "Trevor, you have to talk to them about Claire." "She belonged with me." "We both knew it." "Claire was afraid of her husband." "We belonged together." "I know it must be very painful to lose another person so close to you." "That man wanted to change her." "But she had to change to regain her life, Trevor." "You know that." "But if she changed... what would happen to me?" "He's just upset." "It's natural." "If he needed her and felt that she was moving away, isn't it possible that he would do anything to prevent that?" "What's this?" "Oh, linseed oil." "Okay, look who came to see Daddy the Mad Scientist." "Hi, buddy!" "Oh, we're gonna get so in trouble if Cam finds out." "Come here, buddy!" "Hi!" "Hi!" "He was just down the hall in daycare, and I figured that we'd be terrible parents if we didn't break the rules." "So true." "Hey, sport, want to see Daddy's spiders?" "Want to see Daddy's spiders?" "Look in there." "How's that, Michael?" "What is this?" "Uh, why... it's, it's a very small bipedal primate from the Hominidae family." "You both know the rules." "Yeah, we do, but he doesn't." "And he was crying for his dad so..." "Right." "So, um, I, uh, I got the results back on the linseed oil from the violinist." "It is not a match for the soil or the oil that we found in the grave;" "different levels of palmitoleic acid, and the fibers, they don't match the cotton." "Booth's gonna be disappointed." "It appears that our fibers came from a heavy canvas used in handbags and luggage." "And linseed oil is used to waterproof the canvas." "So someone dug up a bag before burying him?" "Looks that way." "I'll let Booth know." "He's not allowed in the lab." "I don't want to see him here again." "Your daughter visits." "She's 18." "She's not gonna spit up on the mass spectrometer." "Tell him to stop looking at me like that." "Will you tell him to stop?" "Well, he likes you." "Well, don't let the smile fool you." "I am still very upset." "Sweet baby boy." "Okay." "Who was that?" "That's my boy." "I'm sorry, Booth." "I had no intention of making you angry." "Perhaps I didn't express myself well." "No, you were clear." "You were very clear." "But you were wrong." "Actually I was correct about the Iroquois." "Oh, of course you were." "But you know what?" "I also did some research on the Internet, and I found about 20 tribes which say you would have to move in with me." "And one where I actually get to shoot you in the leg with an arrow." "Your point is that we aren't part of the Iroquois, and so my example isn't relevant." "I concede your point." "But I don't concede that I'm being unreasonable for merely trying to be rational about our living arrangement." "Look, Bones..." "I love you, okay?" "That's not rational." "Us having a kid, that's not rational." "But here we are." "Booth." "It wasn't the, uh, violin guy." "I gotta get back to the office." "I..." "I love you, too, Booth." "I know." "Wait." "So there's no evidence to tie Trevor Quan to Claire's murder?" "Nothing." "But I do remember" "Quan saying that Claire was afraid of her husband." "Oh, well, that could be a projection because Quan wanted her for himself." "Right." "Or it could be true because Bones never could figure out what caused Claire's past injuries." "Beatings are definitely a possibility." "Domestic disturbance reports against her husband." "Two of them." "Claire accused him of assault." "This certainly looks like a beating." "Exactly why I'm gonna talk to the pastor again." "You found something, Mr. Bray?" "Claire was shot." "Shot?" "You're saying that's what killed her?" "No." "This wasn't life-threatening." "And the wound healed." "It happened about four months ago during the time she was missing." "It's remodeled." "Exactly." "That's why we didn't see it." "I re-X-rayed the area." "A piece of bullet's still in there." "It's pretty sloppy work." "It should've been a simple removal." "It probably wasn't performed by a doctor." "People looking to avoid the law don't go to hospitals." "Whoever took this bullet out didn't want anyone to know what happened." "The striations on the bullet fragments are still visible." "Angela might be able to match them to the gun that was used." "The neighbors say there was a lot of yelling and screaming coming from your place." "Claire would wake up and not know where she was." "Sometimes she wouldn't know who I was." "She'd get scared." "It says here that she was injured." "The last time, yes." "Claire thought I was holding her against her will." "She came at me with a pair of scissors." "I explained all this to the officers when they came to the house." "No charges were ever filed." "I'm sure they feel like they made a mistake since now that Claire has been killed." "I loved my wife, Agent Booth." "What about this Karen Alford?" "You know her?" "The police say that she was there both times they came." "Yes, she's a friend of Claire's from the church." "She was like part of our family." "Right." "I'm sure you spent a lot of time with her since Claire went missing." "Not in the way you're implying." "I'm just trying to be thorough, you understand." "Even a man of God can be tempted by the flesh." "The Lord guides my life, Agent Booth." "I stand before Him with a clear conscience." "So, any gun store that's in the ATF's NIBIN database shoots a round and then puts the ballistics information into the system." "So we can find whoever purchased the gun that shot Claire." "Yeah, that's the idea." "So... did you and Booth decide to move in together?" "He won't live at my place." "Well, then just get another place." "That's what Hodgins and I did." "But with the uncertainty of the real estate market, it would be irresponsible for us to get a place now." "Look, honey, you wound up in foster care, and that would make anybody scared about starting a family." "I didn't say anything about foster care." "Well, you didn't have to." "Those memories don't have to rule your life." "Remember the time with your mom and dad." "The good times." "Have that life." "We have a match." "Yep, this is the gun that shot Claire." "Well, it turns out that Claire was shot during a robbery five months ago." "Shot?" "Who shot her?" "A man and a woman entered a home in West Virginia." "Homeowner fired at them, and they ran." "And the bullet that hit Claire matched the homeowner's gun." "So Claire robbed somebody's house." "Would this behavior be consistent with her being in a fugue state?" "Sure." "She could have adopted the persona of a criminal if she was connected with one at the time." "Cops arrested the man with her at the time." "He's in a halfway house." "I'm gonna talk to him this afternoon." "She never mentioned any of this to you?" "I can check my records again, but I'd remember something like that." "The particulates in the skull fracture Dr. Brennan found turned out to be synthetic pyrogenic silicas, melamine resins and titanium dioxide." "It's a paint manufactured in Germany for the German military." "So she was killed by a German soldier?" "I don't know who killed her, but I do know what did." "Das ist ein Glock Feldspaten." "It's a field spade used for digging trenches and for gardening." "And graves, it seems." "What's that at the end of the handle?" "It's a 175-millimeter saw blade." "Just the size for jamming through the roof of someone's mouth." "You got arrested for the break-in where she got shot." "Yeah." "Served 60 days for breaking and entering, and they set me up in this halfway house." "So you haven't seen Claire since the break-in?" "Claire?" "Yeah, Claire." "I don't know what she told you, but her name's Brenda." "Brenda?" "Yeah." "What'd she do?" "She got herself killed." "That's harsh." "Right." "How'd you guys meet?" "I saw her walking along the side of the road looking pretty roughed up, so I gave her a lift, and we hit it off." "Whether her name was Brenda or not didn't matter." "I got my secrets, she had hers, right?" "Right." "So, there aren't any locks in the halfway house here?" "Hey, no, forget it." "I didn't kill her." "You can ask any of the supervisors." "I been a regular Boy Scout since I been here." "Boy Scout." "Hamilton State Park, that's not too far from here." "Hamilton?" "That where they found her?" "Near that, uh, old oak grove?" "Could be." "That bitch." "There was a canvas bag that was buried there." "Is that where you put all your stash that you got from your break-ins?" "I'm not saying anything." "Of course, we never found the bag, so it can't be used in the evidence against you." "Then again, if you don't cooperate, any prosecutor is gonna think that you killed her." "Okay... the bag was mine." "There you go." "There was almost 80 grand in there." "She must've brought someone along to help her dig it up." " Who?" " How am I supposed to know?" "I was locked up for four months." "You know, I always knew there was something off about her." "Serves her right, getting killed." "Wish I'd done it myself." "So, creating a simplified timeline will help us construct a coherent narrative, right?" "The duck sauce is where" "Claire suffers her initial injury." "We don't know what the injury is." "Doesn't matter." "For our purposes, it's duck sauce." "That's where Claire gets amnesia, loses contact with her husband and her past life." "Now at the eggrolls, Ricky Duval picks her up, and in a fugue state, she becomes Brenda." "These soy sauce packets are their crime spree, ending with the lettuce cups where she gets shot." "Now when Ricky is arrested, she starts to have flashes of her previous life and winds up wandering around the fried rice, which is D.C." "She's brought to Yazrick for treatment at the fortune cookies and begins the slow process of recovering her memory until she is finally murdered and buried at the orange slices." " That's the simplified version?" " Well, I could add in recovered memories in chronological order if you're finished with the lo mein." "Mm-hmm." "Booth." "It's me." "I have a favor to ask you." "Anything." "Listen, first, I don't think I've been very fair." "What?" "!" "Where?" "!" "Bones!" "Bones!" "Bones!" "Bones, where are you?" "!" "Here." "Here, Booth." "Oh, God." "Are you hurt?" "I'm just stuck." " Just get me out." " All right." "But don't break the Egyptian vases." "They were just delivered today." "I'm going to get this..." "Okay." "How did you do this?" "I don't know." "I'm just so big." "My center of gravity must have shifted and I fell." "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yeah, positive." " Just get one shot." " Not funny." "Right okay, well, it's a little funny, you have to admit." "Why didn't you just call the security guard?" "I didn't think of that." "I just thought of you." "Right." "Okay." "You okay?" "Yes." " Baby's okay?" " Yes." "All right, Bones, I'm, uh..." "I'm sorry" " I-I'm sorry about, uh-- about before and you know, and pushing you." "Actually you were pulling me." "And it worked very well." "No, I meant about finding a place to live." "Oh." "I just" " I want our kid to know that I'm not my dad." "I just want him to know that I was a good dad who gave him a real home-- our home." "Why didn't you just say that?" "I just didn't think you'd understand." "I don't." "I know you're not your father." "But I do think that we should get our own place together." "Really?" "Yes." "Lying here, I've had some time to think." "Longer than I expected-- y-you must have run into traffic." "Anyway, I realize that this is just one of many unforeseen situations that I might find myself in now that we're starting a family." "And since I can always depend on you to assist when needed, whether practically, emotionally or sexually, being in close proximity would facilitate that." "And if the only way for that to occur is by finding another dwelling, I'm willing to do that, even though it's a foolish investment in this market." "Well, I was hoping for something a little bit more romantic, but I'll take what I can get." " Just one more thing..." " Of course." "that I can add, if I may." "Ah." " Booth!" " What?" "Look at the grave." "Wha...?" "!" "That was our mom..." "that was our moment right there?" "We haven't looked in the paintball splatters." "Well, those were there after the murder." "Yes, but they could be covering up evidence." "I would have seen this before, if I wasn't awash in hormones." "So have you and Dr. Brennan decided where you're going to look for a place?" "Come on, we made the decision about 12 hours ago." " Will you give me a break?" " Of course, break given." "I'm just glad that I was of some help." "Oh, so now you're going to take credit for this, huh?" "Well, it takes a village." "Coffee, please." "Right, village." "Okay, listen, we've just got work to do here, okay?" "Thanks." "Well, I've been through Yazrick's notes twice now." "And there's nothing that would implicate her husband." "Well, there's no notes in here about Claire's lost six months." "Yeah, well, Yazrick already mentioned that." "It's common for a patient to have no memory of their fugue state." "Yeah, but is it common for a doctor not to ask any questions about it?" "What?" "He must have." "There's no way..." "Oh, my God, you're right." "Well, I mean, he must have tried." " It has to be here somewhere." " Either that, or maybe he removed it." " Look at this." " What?" "5S 1000." "TH 2500." "BJ 1500." "I have no idea." "It's code for gambling." "When I used to gamble, right, I had codes." "I understand this language." "Five card stud, a $1,000 buy in." "Texas Hold 'em, $2,500." "Black Jack $1,500." "These are all on Claire's Friday appointments." "He had a game every Friday." "He wasn't counting cards for publicity." "Yazrick had a gambling problem just like me." "All right, I think we got all the paint." "It wasn't bone in there." "It was part of an acorn." "Dr. Hodgins." "Booth got Dr. Yazrick's bank records." "As soon as he got any money, it disappeared." "Wow, so he had a pretty big problem." "Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to make an arrest." "Well, we haven't found much to help." "We recovered all the paint splatters within a 30-foot radius of the grave, which accounts for all evidence run off from the rain." "And you haven't found anything in the paint?" "Yeah, I mean, leaves, insects, some hair-- which turned out to be from a squirrel." "Booth keeps calling." "He needs evidence." "Well, unless he wants us to manufacture it, we don't have anything." "What are these X-rays?" "The paint had hardened, so I X-rayed each glob to see if there was anything inside." "We didn't want to break it open in case it would destroy evidence." "What about 6F3?" "Looks like tree sap or resin." "Enlarge the image, please." "Oh, that's not sap." "Looks like chewing gum." "Okay, even if it is, the dye and the polyethylene in the paint would have destroyed the DNA." "We don't need DNA, do we, Mr. Bray?" "Of course not." "I should have seen that, I'm sorry." "Excuse me." "The boss here needs an explanation." "Look at the image." "There's a clear impression of the tooth in the gum." "That's as good as a fingerprint." "If I freeze the paintball," "I should be able to extract the gum without compromising the shape." "I'll tell Booth." "She's having that baby so the next generation will have someone who'll make them feel dumb." "Seriously." "Claire was my patient." "Why would I kill her?" "Because she remembered where the money was buried and you needed it." "That's ridiculous." "She never mentioned anything about that time." "You saw my notes." "Yeah we did." "We actually, we did see your notes." "And, uh, let's take a look here." "See, you were gambling." "Your bank account went dry." "I've been there." "Maybe people were threatening you." "Doesn't mean that I killed her." "I've never even been out to that park." "We have proof that you were there." "So we subpoenaed your dental records, and look what we found there." "Your chewing gum." "It's a match." "She entrusted her life to you." "And you betrayed her." "Turn around." "You're under arrest." "I gave Claire her life back." "I wasn't asking for much in return." "There are a lot of houses for sale." "Well, it's a buyer's market, I told you." "...dropped for a loss." "Is that a fumble?" "Go!" "Fumble!" "Yes!" "Touch... down!" "Go, Big Red!" "Huh?" "That was very loud, Booth." "It's sports." "It's supposed to be loud." "Well, when we find the house," "I don't want a TV in our bedroom." "Research shows that it can compromise your sex life." "We'll get a big one for the family room, how's that?" "Okay?" "This one has a nice family room." "Look at that." "That's nice, isn't it?" " And you want a yard, right?" " Yeah, it has to be a big yard." "Enough room for a swing set, and uh..." "Oh, and a tree house, I've always wanted a tree house." " Me, too." " Right?" "I thought it would make a great lab." "We can have whatever life we want." "You know that, right?" "New memories, new life." "Belly rub." "Oh, got to rub the belly." "Rub-a the belly, rub-a the belly." "Kiss-a the belly." "Hello, little baby in the belly." "This... this one has a pool, too." "How much does that cost, that place there?" "Oh, it's just a little over $3 million." "What?" "Whoa, wait a second." "Hold on, I can't afford that." "But I can." "I just got a big advance for my next book." "No, no, no." "Uh-uh." "50-50 straight down the line." "Then we're going to have to inflate the pool." "It makes for some great memories, right?" "Wouldn't you like to have horses, though?" "Oh, God, horses." "Why did I think this was going to be easy?" "That's what you like about me, I'm not easy." "Not all the time." "Well, it's a fact that males usually prefer women they have to hunt for... == sync, corrected by elderman =="