Wow.
I guess there is life on this campus after all!
What, you been here before?
I guest-lectured last year,
Forensic Science majors.
Four students showed up. Just four!
Four? What was the topic?
"Dimorphic distinctions within the human thoracic cavity".
And just four whole people showed up, huh?
The dean blamed it on some game halfway across the country.
Come on. This is Atlantic State University, home of the Jaguars!
Other than sex and beer,
nothing is more important to these kids than their basketball team!
- What about academics? - Tell you what, you bring your little
didactic thoracic speech here any other time of the year,
and you'll draw in five, five and a half, easy.
Dimorphic, not didactic.
Student employee named Justine Berry
opened up the practice gym.
Campus police called us
because they didn't know what to make of what they found.
Yeah, I got it. FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. That here is...
Dr Brennan.
Chief Jack Cutler, campus police.
Justine was opening up the gym after the four-day weekend.
- You work here, miss Berry? - What the hell. You know what I mean?
- Not at all. - The second I unlocked the door...
the smell just... right?
The bleachers fold down. You need a key to open and shut them.
Whatever got caught back here, it sure as hell ain't an animal.
- Whoa, "it"? - Sounds interesting.
You know, last time I was under the bleachers, I was
getting ready to smoke cigarettes and make out with Vanessa Taylor.
- I didn't know you smoked. - Eighth grade, Bones.
Come on, didn't you ever get naughty with a jock under the bleachers?
You were a jock?
You had to be one if you wanted to make out with Vanessa Taylor.
What is it?
Male.
- You smell that? - You're kidding.
I don't mean decomp. Alcohol!
Vagrant passes out by the heating grid,
someone closes the bleachers.
That ought to account for the accelerated decomp.
And the babies.
- Baby rats? - Yeah. We'll need them.
OK... Chief Cutler, you got a rat carrier?
- Yeah, we'll find something. - We'll need the floor.
The floor?
And whatever got pushed through that grid.
- You think this'll do? - Yeah, that'll be great.
Just put that rat there in the rat motel, and we're good to go.
We'll need to take the pinkies, or they'll die.
Yeah, 'cause the world needs more rats.
"82 champs"? "82 champs"? Let me see that ring.
Wait a minute. Chief Cutler as in...
Jack "Cutter" Cutler?
Yeah, haven't heard that one in a while.
Bones, you're looking at the star point guard
from one of the best college basketball teams ever!
Drafted by the Detroit Pistons?
Knees blew out. Ended my career.
- Booth? - Yeah?
Eleven?
- Oh my God, no! - What?
- Didn't he wear one of these? - He never took it off.
- Who? - RJ Manning,
one of the best college forwards in the conference. And he was destined to be
the number one pick.
I don't know what that means, but if this is Manning,
that's not going to happen.
BONES season 03 episode 11 "Player under pressure"
Eight seconds for the bleachers to close?
According to the chief of campus police.
I don't think that victim was killed by the bleachers.
What do you mean? The dude's an accordion.
What killed him, if it wasn't the bleachers closing?
The skull shows evidence of powdering.
Crushing would have snapped the bone.
Multiple strikes lead to powdering.
But it's possible that
the skull being forced through the grid caused the powdering.
We'll know more after the skull is reconstructed.
Man, the Jaguars will not be the same without RJ Manning.
30+ points in his last five games.
- 40+ in the last three. - Not you guys too!
RJ Manning was going to be the next Kobe Bryant.
That explains why every news source in town wants to confirm his death.
The ancient Greeks chased a ball made of animal skin wrapped around seeds.
But that was a fertility rite, played in the nude.
Nude? Count me in.
I tend to look better fully clothed.
Both central and lateral maxillary incisors are implants.
That's a match.
It's Manning.
I'll inform the press.
Zack, your priority is to classify the skull fractures.
Dude, you're not going home for days!
The victim's clothing and the chunk of floor
should keep you pretty busy too, Dr Hodgins.
Sure it's RJ, not just somebody wearing his medallion?
We matched your brother's dental records.
That means it's definitely RJ, Kamaria.
- Are you RJ's lawyer? - No. Well, you could probably say that.
I'm an alumnus of Atlantic State.
What I do now is, I volunteer my time to help the team with their finances
- and their scholarships, living arrangements. - Did you live together?
No, RJ lived on campus, but he still takes care of me and my little sister.
The parents passed away two years ago.
We lived on RJ's scholarship,
and Mr Francis got me a good job downtown.
Did RJ mention any trouble in his life lately?
- Arguments? - Only...
It's OK. It's OK.
He had a fight with Francis.
Why would RJ strike you?
I don't know. He was an exhausted 20 year old man, and I was treating him like a kid.
RJ loved Mr Francis. We all do.
- You can ask RJ's girlfriend. - That's Dallas Verona. She's a cheerleader.
Ah, also you should talk to coach Morse.
Those were the two people closest to him, other than his family.
Damn it!
I should've gotten a bigger turkey.
- Do you have a smaller skull? - Do I have a smaller skull than who?
I meant, is there a smaller skull
we can wrap in this turkey carcass?
Boys, this better be good.
It's going to take me a very long time to reconstruct RJ Manning's skull
in order to discover whether he died from multiple blows...
... which suggests murder...
... or if the skull was crushed through the heating grid,
just like this one.
We covered a skull with turkey meat.
I calibrated the pounds per square inch from the closing bleachers.
We filled the skull cavity with a gelatinous matrix.
OK. Turn it on.
By "gelatinous matrix" you meant ambrosia salad?
"Gelatinous matrix" sounded better.
There's absolutely no sign of powdering here.
Then RJ Manning was killed by multiple strikes to the head.
I tell you, George Francis does not care about that family.
- Kamaria seemed to like him. - Yeah, well, sure.
He paid the rent, made her brother a star. But, you know, he's got a whole another agenda.
- How do you know? - 'Cause I was a college athlete.
Guys like that, they're always buzzing around campus.
- Why? - Why? 'Cause there's millions of dollars at stake.
- What, for bouncing a ball? - Yeah. All that bouncing
translates into dollars from TV rights, revenue shares, tournament fees.
I don't understand what's interesting about it.
Unlike you, most people enjoy a pastime that takes them out of their head.
Takes them out of their head? Like drugs and alcohol?
Brennan.
- Hodgins and Zack proved RJ was murdered. - Murdered.
We've suffered a loss, gentlemen. One of our brothers is gone.
As a team, we grief for him. I tell you what we do not weep for though:
losing the best damn forward in this entire country.
Colby Page is not shedding tears because we lost a power forward, is he?
- No sir. - How do I know that?
'Cause Colby Page is gonna step right up and take RJ's position.
This is his opportunity, and it's good that he sees it as such.
Colby.
Father God...
accept our brother RJ Manning into your loving arms.
Give us the faith and the strength to carry on.
Amen.
Now you boys, go be together, talk about RJ.
Come right back here and be ready to carry on to do what needs doing.
- Yes, coach! - Let's go!
Move it, Harris!
- Very impressive, coach. - You're the FBI?
Yes sir.
Listen, if you're gonna talk to the boys, I prefer you do it soon.
They'll just move on from the tragedy, OK?
- What now? - Well...
find out which one of these pretty girls over here is RJ's girlfriend.
I went home for the long weekend.
- RJ stayed on campus. - Why?
Whatever. Team stuff.
- Did you call RJ? Talk to him? - Yeah.
And texted him. But he didn't answer.
That's not weird or anything. RJ is the face-to-face kind, right?
Everything OK between you?
- Were you sexually active? - He was my boyfriend!
He was in great shape, so... pretty active, yeah.
Were there any noticeable changes in your sex life?
Frequency, duration...
Every day, big game day.
That was RJ's motto.
No jealous boyfriends from the past, angry dads, nothing?
Oh my God, Mr Francis is right!
You people think RJ was murdered!
Was he under any kind of stress?
- Of course. - Midterm exams.
RJ was a star.
They made sure he could pass his midterms.
RJ was stressed because he always wanted to win.
Stressed enough to hit Mr Francis.
RJ never told me why he did that,
but he felt bad about it.
We didn't find enough tissue for a tox screening
because these little scams ate what was left.
Yeah. Ugh.
Hodgins, is that my own personal blender?
From the kitchen?
I'll toss these babies into the gas chromatograph.
- Did you get it from the kitchen? - Yes.
Any foreign substances in RJ's body should show up in the mega-juice.
Is it labeled "Personal property of C.S." on the bottom?
Yes.
Don't worry, I'll rinse it out.
I can give you a few pointers, Bones.
Colby doesn't get out of class for a few minutes.
You gotta sort of flip your wrist, see?
- Bang! - Sport should not have
such priority in university.
You know what? That's crazy.
Anthropologically speaking,
sports are a way for boys to practice their battle skills.
Yeah. OK. So you wanna just focus straight up,
get up on your toes and just lift...
The truth is,
athletes are basically emotionally arrested in boyhood,
acting out childish games as though they have adult importance.
The only thing more juvenile
are grown adults who watch sports.
Why do you say stuff like that?
- What, you mean the truth? - All right.
You know what? I'm a jock,
so when you say those... things that you say,
- what are you saying about me? - Nothing, you grew out of it!
No, I didn't, all right?
My shoulder crapped out on me.
Otherwise, I would have gone all the way with it.
What?
And another thing:
I fought in a war,
so if sports is a...
childish substitute,
I can live with that.
Yo! Colby!
- "Yo"? - Yeah, yo.
I'm a little irritated with you. Just leaving me...
- What? - alone long enough,
- so I can get over it. - Why are you irritated?
Because I love sports. I watch sports. I'm all about sports.
Agent Seeley Booth. This here is Dr Brennan.
Yeah, Mr Francis said you want to talk to me?
George Francis?
Really looks out for you guys, huh?
You must be happy to be a stringer again?
- Starter, Bones. - Starter.
My coach said I'm happy to be starting,
but not happy about how it happened.
- Colby didn't ask for this. - It's OK, Celeste.
Colby's a team player. He's stuffing up.
This is my fiancée, Celeste Cutler.
You're engaged? They're awfully young.
Cutler as in...
Cutter Cutler?
Yeah, he's my father.
Your father is in law enforcement. He'll understand I have to ask these questions.
Plus your boyfriend is one of the few people
who benefitted directly from RJ Manning's death.
I don't like you.
- I hate her. - I can handle this.
Just *****, Celeste, OK?
I'm sorry about Celeste, she's just really...
really loyal.
I have to ask you...
Where were you over the long weekend?
I was home.
Look, I hate to disagree with the coach,
but I didn't really benefit from RJ's death.
It sure seems like you do.
Starting power forward, that's pretty big around here.
I'm not gonna replace RJ just because I take over his position.
Every game, people are gonna say, "Good game, son",
but in their head they're thinking,
"He's no RJ Manning".
Does that sound to you like something I would kill to achieve?
I was happy where I was.
I'm a team player.
Not a star.
You said you were at home. Can anyone verify that? Your parents?
I'm not gonna answer any more questions until I talk to Mr Francis.
I'm sorry.
Francis again.
Hodgins here?
- Nope. - Do you know where he is?
No.
Can I leave a message for him with you?
- Why me? - Are you serious?
Fine.
- I mean, you live together, right? - No.
I mean, not officially.
- We have our own places. - But you spend all your time together.
- What's the message? - Tox results for RJ Manning.
- Negative for alcohol and sedatives. - He reeked of bourbon.
Somebody emptied a bottle over him. More interestingly, he was on steroids.
I still haven't found any explanation for the extra synovial fluid in the joints.
I'm not sure I can remember all this.
Steroids, bourbon, synovial fluid. What's the problem?
I draw stuff, OK?
Fluids are not my actual area of expertise.
It's Hodgins' actual area of expertise, and Hodgins is your area of expertise,
so by my calculations, all the areas of expertise are overlapping perfectly.
It's not a problem. I'll give it to him.
Thank you.
I read your contract, coach.
You get a million dollar conduct bonus for keeping the kids here in line.
I oversee thirty healthy, rambunctious type A boys.
I earn every penny of it.
You kiss that million dollar goodbye.
RJ Manning tested positive for steroids.
RJ?
- No way. - Tox screen came back positive.
No. Doesn't make sense.
The better he plays, he's worth more to the pros,
the better chance you have to move up to the NBA.
You see this?
You see this scar?
Brain cancer. From steroids.
When it comes to my team, I have zero tolerance, and they know it.
- What do you do if you catch them? - Sure as hell I don't kill them.
Million dollar bonus,
- free ride to the NBA. - I'll tell you what,
you call my doctor.
I'm terminal.
I have two years, tops. The money, the career...
not big incentives .
I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anybody about my condition. I don't want sympathy.
Just want my boys to win this season.
You'll understand I gotta pursue this steroid thing.
You don't even need a warrant. Any boy that does not submit
a urine sample is off this team.
Not one sample shows steroid use?
Not one. The coach's confidence in his boys was justified.
- At least as far as steroids. - Something else showed up?
Two of the samples came back positive for Cefixim.
- The antibiotic? - Most commonly used to treat gonorrhea.
Gonnorhea would explain the extra synovial fluid in RJ's joints.
So RJ plus two members of the team had gonnorhea?
Nope, two of the urine samples came back
with not only identical levels of antibiotic,
but the exact same specific gravity.
Two samples from the same player.
Yes. My guess is that someone with gonnorhea
is trying to protect someone using steroids.
Nice bunch of boys.
One of you is taking steroids, and the other one is being treated for the clap.
- Somebody tested positive for steroids? - Thank you for your candor, Jimmy.
- Thank you. - I didn't admit anything. I asked a question.
That's great. The guy on steroids would be worried about steroids.
The guy with the clap -- that'd be you, Eddy -- wouldn't worry.
Why worry? It's just a shot in the ass.
He was guessing until you admitted that, douchebag.
- Thank you, Ed. I appreciate it. You can leave now. - Why can he leave?
I really don't care about where he's been dipping his... wick.
I care about illegal steroids. Get lost, Ed, leave.
What's steroids got to do with what happened to RJ?
Oh, I don't know, maybe RJ was just worried about the side effects. You know,
all the yelling and screaming, the zits on his pretty face,
his manhood shrinking.
So maybe he just gets nervous. He wants to confess to coach Morse.
What, so I kill him?
That's crazy!
RJ made me look good enough to go to Europe leagues.
Maybe even the NBA.
You can't even prove I'm on steroids.
You see, I execute this warrant to check you for steroids,
it's a paper trail, and it becomes public knowledge, my friend.
- I lose my eligibility. - Bingo.
So, you tell me who provided you with the steroids, it stays between you and me.
Or...
you gotta pee in the cup.
- Come on, man. - Oh, and this time I'm gonna have to
watch you pee in the cup. I hope you're not a bashful bladder.
- Dr Saroyan? - Yes, Angela?
I've been thinking about it, and...
I don't think it was professional of you to leave this file with me.
Really? Why is that?
I'm not Hodgins' assistant.
But you are his girlfriend.
The problem is that being his girlfriend is a personal,
private thing, and this is work.
I don't think it's good to mix the personal and work.
Hodgins and I are completely separate human beings
with completely separate careers.
In your opinion I crossed the line.
Yeah.
It's my opinion.
- I apologize, Angela. - Thank you.
But you might be able to understand why I was a little confused,
because apparently
you're not always against bringing your personal life to work.
Oh my God.
Because what you're doing there is extremely personal.
Yeah, extremely... personal.
I'm seeing parts of you and Hodgins I'd rather leave to the imagination.
When did they put security cameras in the storage area?
- Who else has seen this? - So far...
just me and a very appreciative security guard.
Oh my God. You've made your point.
Good. This is the only copy.
Do we get any points
for this occurring during lunch hour?
Which is, as you know, personal time.
- No. - Fair enough.
I had to ask.
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.
No, I know what I'm talking about. You gotta know...
George Francis, you're under arrest
for providing restricted substances.
You said you were just gonna talk!
Yeah, and I saw his face and I got mad, OK?
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be
used against you in court of law,
so this is a pretty good time to probably tell us
that you killed RJ Manning. Would save us all a whole lot of time.
Why would I kill RJ?
Why would I kill the golden goose?
Well, he wasn't a goose. He was a man.
- He gave you steroids too, Colby? - No!
He was just trying to get me into free student housing.
Colby, tell Cutler, OK? Just tell him what's going on.
- He was with Colby? - Uh-huh.
Colby's like a son to me.
Well, he's about to become my son-in-law.
You don't care that Colby is not a star, like RJ?
As a man, sure, I'd rather be RJ Manning, but as a father,
Colby will make a much better husband to my daughter.
Was it worth it?
You walk like a man decades older than you are.
You never got to play in the pros.
Your wife left you because you didn't turn out to be the star she married.
It's not like I was a lot of fun to be around when the cheering stopped.
You two don't pull any punches, do ya?
I tell you what? I say no. You do it all over again, bud.
That doesn't make any sense.
Jocks. You understand each other, but
your priorities are completely skewed.
Ignore Dr Brennan, OK? She's unreasonable on the subject.
He won't admit to the steroid thing.
- Plan B? - Plan B.
What's plan B?
Convince him that if he doesn't admit to the steroid thing,
then he's confessing the murder.
We... jocks will take care of this one.
I'm looking at a cockroach's leg?
Technical term is tarsus.
- Are they usually blue like that? - No.
He stepped in an amalgam of fat, waxes, oil and calcium dye.
Lipstick.
RJ Manning wore blue...
lipstick?
The lipstick wasn't found on his... lips.
- If you know what I mean... - Yes. Thank you.
- Are you sure? - Yes, Dr Hodgins.
- Angela? - Yeah?
You know, this is pretty good.
I mean, usually with these things you think, "God,
more yoga, less carbs", no? But...
this ain't bad.
You might wanna turn the volume down.
Yeah. Thanks.
Are you gonna believe this kid taking steroids
over the best friend this college ever had?
- Of course. - Why?
Because, George, if you and RJ argued about steroids,
say, he wanted more and you were saying no,
that will explain why he hit you.
Yeah, you know, 'roid rage.
I never provided steroids to anybody.
You know what I gotta do here, right?
Let me reason with him one more time.
Here's what's gonna happen, George.
If you don't admit to providing the steroids,
Agent Booth is going to arrest you for murder.
That's ridiculous.
- Really? 'Cause you got a great motive. - What motive?
RJ Manning admitted to you that he was gonna fess up
to coach Morse that he was on 'roids.
You panicked and killed him.
Now, who's gonna fall for this?
Oh, the Grand Jury.
RJ hitting me had nothing to do with steroids.
Agent Booth needs more than your assurance on that, George.
All right.
RJ and I had a deal,
and he wanted to break that deal.
You set him up, didn't you?
Illegal as hell,
but George had RJ sign up with him for representation into the NBA.
NBA salary, merchandising rights, signature shoe...
and RJ wanted out, right?
Cars, appartments, providing for his family!
I deserve a little return on my investment.
Was RJ the only one that you had a deal with?
- Whoa, whoa... - Who else? Colby?
Colby's a nice kid, but he's never going pro, Cutter. Now...
I didn't kill RJ Manning.
There was no point to it. I had a legally binding contract with him.
- You rat bastard! - Come on.
If you don't arrest him for that 'roid thing, I will, OK?
I got him. I'll do it. I'll do it.
This is saliva I found in Manning's shorts.
I also found preseminal fluid.
What does that mean?
Are you serious?
What, I know it means he had an erection, but what does the erection mean?
- That he was sexually stimulated. - Well, I know that.
Healthy postadolescent males experience 11-20 erections every day,
any number of which produce preseminal fluid.
Yes, but do those erections produce saliva?
- No. - Cam's a doctor, honey.
That was an amusing rhetorical question.
Zack also found this in the victim's hair.
- What, semen? - No. Esophageal mucus,
commonly known as a loogie.
Someone spat at the victim?
- Should I paint you a picture? - No.
Traces of preseminal fluid and saliva inside the basketball shorts
suggest oral sex during which the victim did not ejaculate.
Or perhaps he was killed before ejaculation.
I don't want to get graphic or anything, but...
wouldn't it be difficult to simultaneously
bash someone's head in while servicing him?
Talk about multitasking.
Which means there might have been a witness to this murder.
According to a cockroach I know,
she might have been wearing blue lipstick.
We have been assuming that the victim was conked on the head
and then dragged under the bleachers and compressed.
- I see. - Two people involved:
- victim and murderer. - I see.
But now we could have a three person situation.
- I see. - Victim, murderer and...
victim's special friend.
And you need what from me?
Any information you might have that could lead us
to either the special friend or the murderer.
You might be interested in these crystalline deposits.
- What is that? - Bacteria, crystallized post mortem.
Gonorrhea bacteria?
And we're back to RJ's special friend.
If only we can figure out who she is.
You might wanna ask Edward Dekker.
This is from RJ Manning.
And this is from Edward Dekker.
Same strain.
The members of this team are very close.
You could wait outside, Bones, you know.
Are you still angry with me for saying that
- athletes are emotionally stunted? - No, of course not.
Where is he?
Hey. I talk to you, Ed, for a second?
All I did was pee in a cup for Jimmy Fields.
All of a sudden it's a federal case?
Turns out he has the clap.
- Exact same strain as you. - Wait.
You think I had sex with RJ?
- I don't know, did you? - No!
Then why did you bring it up?
You brought it up. All I did was pee in a cup.
Why?
Because Jimmy's a teammate, and he asked me to.
Would've done it for any of my bros.
- How did this boy get into college? - Basketball.
Look, I don't think I could discuss these sexual topics with her looking at me.
- Why? - Because...
you're hot, and I'm naked.
Maybe you just go stand over there.
What, because he's shy?
Look, maybe you didn't notice, but I got no reason to be shy.
Obviously he can't concentrate,
so either cover your eyes or stand away.
I'll just... be... right here.
Man, she's smokin'.
Now, Ed, I need to know if you and RJ had sex with the same girl.
Definitely.
- Ok. Who? - I don't know.
- You don't know? - Well, look,
there are girls who like to have sex with basketball players.
B-bunnies.
- B-bunnies, right. Yeah. - Yeah.
Look, I'm not seeing me and RJ ever cross swords or anything, but...
we were definitely taking shots at the same hoops.
Right. Um... you wear condoms?
- Always, yeah. - You got the clap.
Right.
So who didn't you work on them with?
Right, boy, now you're using your whole brain. Come on.
Right. Look. I got a name in my head,
but there's no way RJ Manning ever tapped that.
The name, Ed, I need the name.
My poli-sci tutor, Justine. Hot-not.
All the bad decisions you made, and the one thing you're ashamed of is
having sex with a not-hot girl?
- What are you doing? - What?
I know I have gonorrhea. I've been treated for it.
Where'd you get it?
Asked me the same thing in Health Services.
Could have been a couple places.
You're a smart girl. Why didn't you wear a condom?
I do. Most of the time.
You know what? I made a mistake.
She is not a smart girl. This is a terrible university.
Do you ever wear bright blue lipstick?
Why, is there some kind of link between the clap and blue lipstick?
Let's discuss Ed Dekker.
OK, yes.
I gave gonorrhea to Dekker. Are you gonna arrest me?
We know that RJ Manning had the exact same strain.
Did you give it to him too?
I mean, do you have some sort of hate on with the entire basketball team?
RJ gave it to me.
Then he wouldn't even talk to me.
So I gave it to Ed Dekker, for revenge.
Poetic, you know?
Let RJ know I was still alive.
Those guys all talk,
compare their conquests.
You have a key to the bleachers.
I didn't kill RJ! I'm not that nuts!
- We need a sample of your DNA. - Why?
Because just before being killed,
RJ was having sex with someone who may have seen his murderer.
Got my snot, my tears,
and my hair.
Knock yourself out!
I don't understand.
RJ Manning broke her heart,
and a bit of her brain in the process.
Justine Berry's not the one who left her saliva
or her lipstick on the victim's privates.
OK, I'll help,
but I do not want to be known as the makeup expert around here.
You found blue lipstick.
Shock-Rah by Zensual.
"Zen" plus "sensual". Chakra. Shock-Rah.
"Rah" as in "Rah rah," as in "Rah rah sis boom bah!"
OK, you started off in English, but I have no idea where you ended up.
This is the promotional line,
marketed specifically to high school and college cheering squads,
tailored to their team colors.
Ah, the Atlantic State Jaguars.
RJ Manning was under those bleachers
getting lipsticked by a cheerleader.
- Do you know why we're doing this? - I can guess.
We found evidence that one of the cheerleaders
might have been with RJ before he died.
Sexually.
I know what "been with" means.
You know, the DNA will tell us if it was you.
It wasn't.
Why isn't she upset?
Oh, please.
Oh. I get it.
You think because RJ compulsively played around,
that might have lured him to his death or something?
No, she's smart.
Or do you want to pick out anyone in particular here?
Did you see RJ?
Before he was dead, I mean.
He was a very good looking guy.
You factor in his sex drive and how he played,
half these girls have done him.
Hell, even did the towel girl.
Do you know about Justine Berry?
RJ liked girls.
All kinds of girls.
I'm just one kind.
Hm. What kind is that?
The permanent kind.
Do you plan to live like that?
RJ came home to me.
That's the way it would have stayed.
From his crappy student appartment
to the giant mansion he would have gotten.
Is she crying because she loved him or because she lost her mansion?
Mansion.
She made the decision to hang on to him
by letting him have sex with any other woman he wanted.
- Now, that sounds extremely rational. - That's what's confusing.
Well done!
The idea that one person can be all things to another person,
satisfy every need, or even more than one,
is sentimental and mawkish.
There are indentations here.
Alphanumeric.
Z and S?
It's an imprint. It's backwards.
- The numerals 2 and 5? - Twentyfive.
25 pounds.
An imprint from freeweights.
Our unknown female either meets or lures RJ under the bleachers.
- Lures? - We're pretty sure
the girl didn't actually kill RJ,
but that doesn't mean that she was a bait.
I got something. Blood splatter.
It was wiped, but it's definite.
Looks like we have our murder weapon.
DNA evidence is in. The blood on the weight is definitely RJ's.
What about the saliva and the sputum?
- The loogie. - I know about loogies.
Two things about the saliva. One is that
it did not come from the same person that provided the loogie.
Wait, so the person who serviced RJ
is not the same person who spat on him.
Two, we got a partial match on the saliva from one of the cheerleaders.
Celeste Cutler.
Do you think Colby and I plotted to kill RJ Manning?
Celeste, you lured RJ... Manning under the bleachers,
and you kept him busy.
Kept him busy how?
Well, evidence shows she was performing oral sex on him.
Which gave you time to bash his head in.
But you made one mistake.
One.
I haven't done anything.
We will match this DNA to the sputum found at the scene.
- What? - You hawked a loogie on him, kid.
You killed him and you spat on his face.
God is my witness. That never happened.
Sorry to interrupt, but you really need to see this.
- Complete profile? - All 13 STRs.
Thanks.
We got the ****** from the DNA on the...
hawked loogie.
Hey, chief.
If I hadn't spat on that son of a bitch,
you never would've caught me, right?
Celeste might have told us.
She doesn't know.
I came in and...
saw my little girl...
saw her with RJ...
doing what she was doing.
She heard me and took off.
None of the girls could resist RJ.
Kid had it all.
Magic boy.
You know what else he had?
The clap.
And he knew that when he took my daughter underneath the bl...
He got a gun, Bones. I need you to leave now.
Don't worry. It's not you I intend to shoot.
There's no way Cutter Cutler kills himself.
No way Cutter Cutler goes down without a fight.
What are you doing? You want him to shoot you?
Go.
I was just like him, you know?
Under these same bleachers, in fact.
I was as bad as him.
You wouldn't understand.
We were all like that.
It changes your life view if you see your little girl...
It's a different perspective.
People are gonna understand the action that you took, OK? I do.
Man, you're Cutter Cutler.
Lowest assist and turnover ratios.
12 triple doubles in your last season.
Nobody could change direction in the open court like you, man. Nobody.
No.
Do it now. Just change direction.
Cutter Cutler died
a long time ago.
I'm just putting him away.
- Your hand hurt? - A little.
Jock mentality. Teams. Not all bad, uh?
- Why are you telling me this? - Well, you said
we're all studded adolescents who take children's games too seriously.
I never meant you.
Bones.
- What? - Bones, I'm one of those guys.
No, you aren't.
You don't play at being a warrior. You are a warrior.
Every day. You're definitely
a fully developed man.
OK, OK. You leave the tip.
Even Cutler knew you were lying when you said
you treated women like that, what with the bleachers.
- Oh, and you believe him? - Yes,
because you still remember that first girl's name.
Let's go.