I can't hear you-- the reception's bad out here.
Aliens? I told you, baby, I'm done hunting aliens.
I... am on the road.
Yeah, in Florida. Yeah.
What? No, I'm in my hotel room working late.
You're just gonna have to trust me, babe.
Yeah. Well, I'm s... I'm sorry that's the way you feel.
A s-souvenir from Florida.
Okay.
Oh, babe, I can't take a... like, a list right now.
Well, there are no pens...
or pads in this hotel.
Oh, my God!
Babe!
I found one.
(quietly): No, not a pen...
an alien.
A real one.
Oh, my God, I gotta get a picture of this.
(trembling gasp, cell phone camera clicks)
(rustling in distance)
What's that?!
Oh...
Baby... there's more of 'em.
(quiet panting, leaves, twigs crackling)
I-I come in peace.
I'm... Marvin Breekman, but you can call me Marvin.
Or Marv.
(screaming)
(screaming, whimpering)
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
(whimpering, crying)
I made reservations at the club.
Deejay Spider tonight,
then, uh, back to my place?
I'm not sure if I can wait for tonight.
Okay, I was fine until you just said that.
You know, I have a key to the Egyptian storage room.
Not on campus, not at work.
Come on, are you really as virtuous as you seem?
(laughing) I can be very bad when the time is right.
We do get a very generous lunch break,
and there's a little hotel a few blocks from here.
Wow, Mr. Bray.
(clears throat) Dr. Saroyan, um,
I was just asking Angela
if she could do some 3-D modeling of a, um,
shattered femur that I was given by the archaeology department.
Save it, Mr. Bray.
You think you have the big secret, but you don't.
I thought we were being subtle.
Oh, man, do you think Hodgins knows?
(sighs)
(Booth) Can you imagine if we found an alien-- a real one?
You mean someone who slipped illegally into the country
from Mexico or Canada?
Come on, Bones, you don't believe
that there are other real life-forms out there?
Well, the probability is very high,
but any aliens visiting this planet
would have sufficient intelligence
not to die in the middle of the desert.
Hey. FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.
This here is Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian.
Sheriff Jerry Bonds,
but you probably got that from my shiny badge,
my imposing gun, and my big hat.
Yeah. Right.
Remains are over there.
(Officer) They're right over there.
Been there for a while.
(Booth) Whoa!
Looks like an alien to me.
Judging by the pelvic inlet and the pubic symphysis--
female,
maybe 30 years old.
Earth female?
Yes.
Body moisture was trapped by this silver coat
she's wearing, turning some of her fat into adipocere.
I have no idea why it's so hard.
Didn't even dig a shallow grave.
Just left her here to be eaten.
Which is the smartest possible way to get rid of human remains.
What the hell is going on here now?
(Booth) Oh, easy. FBI.
Put the shotgun down, ma'am.
This is my land.
I've got a right to protect my land.
Yeah, uh-huh, Marsha, but we got a dead body.
A woman, seems like.
(Marsha) Great.
Now I've got dead people.
You don't know anything about this?
Nope. I want the remains brought
back to the Jeffersonian for examination.
Nuh-uh, not going to happen.
My jurisdiction, my body.
She stays here. No, FBI
has got jurisdiction on this case. You want it, right?
Mm-hmm. The FBI will keep you apprised.
Nuh-uh, FBI's got jurisdiction only if I agree.
Otherwise, you need to jump through several legal hoops,
which will take some time,
during which time
the victim stays in town.
Then why did you call us?
I could use the help,
but I'm not going to take the heat when people scream
I sent an alien off to Washington for secret testing.
(chuckles)
I've been through that before.
These remains are not extraterrestrial.
( The X Files theme playing quietly)
It's a cell phone.
You hope.
(The X Files theme playing)
♫ Bones 5x11 ♫ The X in the File Original Air Date on January 14, 2010
♫ Main Title Theme ♫ The Crystal Method -- Sync, corrected by elderman -- -- for addic7ed.com --
I traced the cellphone to the guy who found the remains.
I'm holding him on trespassing charges.
This is part of our hospital that got shut down.
It's a perfect place for you to take a look at the remains.
I need to send samples back to the lab.
Yeah, yuh-huh, but the, the big body part stays here.
Now, the remains are in here,
and, uh, Mr. Breekman's at my office
if you want to come with me, Agent Booth.
Ma'am.
Hey, uh, you're going to be okay here
all alone in this spooky hospital
with a dead alien body?
Yes.
Right... that would be me who wouldn't want that.
The remains are encased in adipocere.
(Saroyan) If it's okay with Sheriff Lobo,
maybe you could send me some.
It appears to be petrified.
A coat alone doesn't account for that.
I'll send the coat to Hodgins,
see what he can discern from it.
Her skeletal robusticity
and large areas of muscle attachment suggest
extremely good health.
A couple weeks in the desert,
and no critters got at these remains?
Perhaps the result of green radiation
from alien hyperdrive systems?
Or something not crazy.
(Brennan) The man who found them remarked
that he saw several sets of orange eyes
staring at him from the darkness.
Orange-eyeballed aliens?
Tapetum lucidum
of the American coyote glows orange
when light strikes the retina.
What he saw were likely coyotes, not orange-eyeballed aliens.
Oh, you were being facetious.
That's funny.
(Sweets) Wearing your earpiece,
he's not going to be able to hear me,
so I can help you with your interrogation.
Some people who chase UFOs believe in alien abductions.
Now, these people tend to be
drebmy, um, highly suggestible,
and possess a strong belief that there is something
larger than them out there,
something that they can't control.
Look, I only found the body.
I didn't make it dead.
Okay, that's, that's very dissociative language:
"Make it dead."
So, Mr. Breekman, you were abducted
by aliens five years ago?
Yes.
If the aliens are so advanced,
why would they need probes?
I think they like it.
Why would you hook up with aliens
if they like to anally probe you?
Th-There are two races of aliens
and they do not see eye to eye.
Right.
I-I know things.
I get laughed at, but I persist because I know things.
It just seems like maybe I deserve
a little respect for that.
All right, of course.
I apologize.
Okay, then, can I go home?
Why were you in the desert last night?
I was looking for UFOs.
No, I mean to that specific area.
I mean, what are the chances of you stumbling across a body
in the dark...
The vastness...
...vastness of, of the desert?
You really want me to believe
that that's some kind of big coincidence?
Yes, it, it was a coincidence.
I don't believe you.
I think you're lying.
Sometimes I think you just pull me
into these interrogations to show off.
Wait, Booth, I--
(Booth sighs)
Until you tell the truth, you know what?
You're not going home.
You have something on your mind?
This thing that we have going here...
You're worried about Cam knowing?
(chuckling): No, no.
I'm worried about Hodgins not knowing.
Listen...
Wendell...
Hodgins and I are in the past.
I mean, if you were really, totally in the past,
then we wouldn't be keeping this a secret from him.
Do you want me to tell Hodgins?
If you don't mind, I'd like to do it.
He's my friend.
A man-to-man, look-him- in-the-eye kind of thing?
Yeah, something like that.
(chuckles)
Okay, let's do it your way.
You mean talk to Hodgins or...?
(both laughing)
You're the worst.
Both.
Consider this a do-over.
Do you know who I am?
Oh, no, do you know who I am?
FBI?
Military Intelligence? That's an oxymoron, you know,
a term that contradicts itself.
I'm Delmy Polanco.
I'm the most important UFO blogger in the world.
"Important blogger"-- talk about an oxymoron.
What can you tell me about the alien body?
I don't know anything about the alien body.
Definitely FBI.
I can practically smell the suit.
I don't wear a suit all the time, you know.
I see you've met Delmy.
I'm looking for info into a foil-wrapped body
with alien features,
pieces of which have already been sent
to the Jeffersonian Institution
in Washington, D.C.
I'm invoking the Freedom of Information Act,
which means you have to tell me what I want to know.
The Freedom of Information Act is not a magic spell, Delmy.
It merely gives a citizen the right to request information.
I'm gonna post all this on my blog tonight,
and by tomorrow morning, this whole town
will be swarming with UFO nuts.
Trespassing again?
Well, this facility is clearly marked private property.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, good-- you got here for the good stuff.
What good stuff? MRI.
It's an older model, but entirely serviceable.
Okay, for future reference, that's not the good stuff.
Well, sure it is-- look at all those remodeled lateral malleolus fractures.
Also, signs of inflammation
to the tannin fibers here and damaged--
(screams)
You know, I won't say anything about the scream
if you don't say anything about the gun.
Those terms are satisfactory. Right.
That's five.
Too big to be buckshot.
Photos you sent
of the first one show
to be a ball bearing approximately
7.5 millimeters.
This makes number six.
Certainly enough metal to generate the magnetism
to raise the remains when exposed to the MRI.
Well, when I receive them, I might be able
to I.D. the manufacturer and intended use,
which I imagine was not murder.
Hey. Uh, I finished the facial reconstruction
off the MRI...
I'm emailing it now.
Sorry-- it is not an alien.
I noticed on the MRI
that the victim's patellas were fractured.
Well, I'll swab the area,
and send the samples with the ball bearings.
Well, there's no striations on the ball bearings
in this photo you sent,
so there's no evidence
that they were shot.
Shotgun, maybe? Full of ball bearings?
Well, the owner of the ranch threatened us
with a shotgun.
Not so fast, Dr. Brennan.
I know you dislike flesh,
but I'm going to need you to remove the adipocere and organs
and send them to me.
Ooh, Dr. Brennan dealing with flesh.
Like a cat dealing with water.
Flesh is not my strength.
You're going to need a hair dryer
and some cooking spray.
Yep, I've caught her trespassing on my ranch a bunch of times.
That's El Crazerita.
El Crazerita. You know her real name?
Nope. I don't make friends with these nuts.
Sheriff Bon says you've been charged
with misdemeanor assault with a firearm
about three times.
Someone cut through this fence, Agent Booth.
They were trespassers.
Which is why I was never convicted.
Even though you shot at them?
Salt. Salt?
Salt. Rock salt.
Stings like a sumbitch.
Discourages trespassing.
You ever use ball bearings instead of salt?
Ball bearings?!
Pssh! That'd rip somebody apart.
Hmm. Like when you took a shot at, uh, ol' El Crazerita?
You think I killed her?
You think I'm dumb enough
to spend my life in prison for killing some alienhead nut
who spent all her time shooting stupid videos?
Videos? Videos of what?
Videos of everything.
Looking for spacemen.
You want to know about her? Ask Blaine Miller
at the Space Place Cafe.
She was always hanging out at his diner
with the other fruitcakes.
Sure. Tell you what. I'll take a look
at your shotgun there and run some tests.
You know, just to make sure.
Oh!
I did it!
Very good, Dr. Brennan.
Yes, it was.
Now remove the stomach.
Oh.
She was covered in ethyl parathion and aldicarb.
It was all over her space-age outerwear.
It's an insecticide.
It's extremely illegal in the U.S.,
but it's still sold south of the border.
It explains why the adipocere dried so quickly.
(Saroyan) So, our victim was using a dangerous insecticide.
Not unusual for someone
who's a couple of tacos short of a combo plate.
Nice metaphor. Thanks.
I found something!
It's a memory card... tied to a string.
It appears to be dental floss.
Check her teeth.
Any evidence of floss still on her teeth?
Yes.
There's a fragment tied to the left second premolar.
She was hiding the card.
It's an old prison trick.
She tied one end of the floss to her tooth,
the other end to the memory card, so if she needed it,
she could use the floss to pull it up.
I'll overnight the card to Angela.
Whatever is on it was important enough to hide.
My guess, it's important enough to kill for.
Hey, Hodgins.
Hey, man, did you hear?
Brennan's sending the victim's SD card from Roswell.
Probably video on there the government wanted suppressed.
Because at Area 51... Right, um.
Look, do you have a second?
Sure, yeah.
Something wrong?
We're friends, right?
Yeah.
I don't lie or keep things from my friends.
Okay, all right.
Angela and I...
Oh.
(laughing): You're kidding, right?
(laughs)
Go ahead, kid... (laughs) knock yourself out.
Hey, good luck with that.
Hodgins, what I'm trying to tell you
is that my luck has already been good.
Oh.
I would never want you to think that I...
No, no, Wendell, Wendell, stop, stop, stop.
It's been over between Angela and me for a long time.
I have moved on.
And you know what? I'm happy for you, you know?
And for her.
Really?
Yes, really.
You're both my friends.
Why wouldn't I be happy for you?
I don't... okay.
Thanks, man.
Of course. I'll tell you what, hey,
why don't the three of us grab lunch together?
Huh?
This is a good thing, Wendell, this should not be weird for us.
Yeah, yeah, sure, lunch.
That sounds great, man.
Great, good, good.
The stomach acid ate away at the card,
but Angela says she should be
able to pull something off of it.
Well, Vinton said El Crazerita shot a lot of video.
Maybe she filmed the real thing.
What, an extraterrestrial?
Yeah, look, you said it was possible, all right?
But they have big eyes and big heads, you know,
for the super-smart brain.
That's far more logical if they had the eyes of flies
and the exoskeleton of a cockroach.
Insect people?
Insects can't fly a spaceship.
Well, the cockroach is an evolutionary marvel.
They can withstand radiation,
live without breathing for almost an hour,
go without eating for weeks.
Imagine that combined with an intelligence
that evolved over many millennia.
Plus, they do have extra arms.
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Oh.
(Booth) Wow, would you look at this place?
Wow. This is so cool.
"UFO Museum Research Center."
Check this out. Look at those guns.
No way, Bones! Look at this.
Rocketship 7. Hey, I used to watch that
when I was a little boy.
The Sweetlees, and there was Mr. Beeper
and Promo the Robot.
Well, the way this craft is designed,
it could never leave the earth's atmosphere.
Mmm, yeah, but according to Dave Thomas and Rocketship 7,
you would go on adventures like no other.
You two looking for aliens?
The name's Blaine Miller. Not exactly.
Oh.
Oh, you hear about that body they found
up at Vinton's place?
We never mentioned a body, Mr. Miller.
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light
than gossip in a small town.
Excuse me, sir? Mm.
Why are all these radios on?
Oh, well, this is some of the original
equipment that picked up the signal from the craft
that landed right here in Roswell.
Dave, these are the radios that heard the aliens.
(Dave) Oh! But that's absurd. Why would she believe you?
Because they travel all the way to Roswell
to believe in aliens, just like everybody else.
Do you recognize this woman, Mr. Miller?
Sure. This is Ursula Lapine.
She's a regular.
She the one who's dead?
When was the last time you saw her?
Maybe a month ago.
She was having an argument with another woman.
I had to tell her to keep it down.
And who was this other woman?
I don't know; I never saw her before.
African-American, good-looking.
In a suit. This woman Ursula-- she live around here?
Outside of town.
She's in one of those shiny, spaceship-type trailers.
I think I hear something.
I think I hear a spaceship.
(Brennan laughing)
(Brennan) Okay.
(laughs)
She was serious?
This must be the place-- spacey-looking trailer.
Oh, one of the windows is broken.
All right. Stay behind me, Bones.
Bones, I think you need to see this.
And you need to see this.
There's blood on it.
Could have been what busted her knees.
You got to check this out.
Oh, she seems very thorough.
Mmm. The word loony come to mind?
This is a remarkably well-researched wall
for a crazerita.
Crazerita is right.
What about this here? Look.
Check this out, hmm?
Something was taken.
Maybe that's why Ursula was killed.
Well, this cinder block
was obviously used in an assault.
We have to analyze the blood.
You know what?
Maybe we can pull a print off the block like this.
(Booth blowing)
All right. Watch this.
This...
That...
is magic.
Science.
Did you have any luck?
Was the data damaged?
Uh, a bit.
There might still be a few corrupted frames.
So it's video.
Yeah, but I think it's gonna play.
(Montenegro): Oh, my God, is that what I think it is?
And are those...?
No.
(Saroyan) Impossible.
This was doctored.
No... it isn't.
This was verified by the scanning software
at a pixel level.
So, assuming that the figures in the Hazmat suits are of
average height, then this structure here must be
about four to five meters tall.
Why is the ground glowing?
Uh, the light seems to be emitting from a spilled liquid.
UFO fuel.
What are those two humanoid shapes there,
between the Hazmat-suited humans and the craft?
Well, look, I'm gonna keep working on this footage,
but you guys have to admit
that this makes the hairs on your arm stand on end, right?
The hairs on my arm are not reacting in any way.
But thanks, Angela.
It's not a spaceship.
Well, if it smells like a duck, walks like a duck,
quacks like a duck...
But then it would be a duck, not a spaceship,
so your point escapes me.
It's just a metaphor... Have you decided to let me go?
(Booth) No, actually, we have a few more questions.
You ever been out to Ursula Lapine's trailer?
No.
Oh, we have evidence that you're lying.
Yep, you fell into that one, Delmy.
(Brennan) We have your fingerprints on a cinder block
that was used to break into her trailer.
Also, blood.
And you took something off her wall.
If I give it to you, will you drop
the trespassing charges and let me go?
If you don't hand it over,
I'll just charge you with obstructing justice,
and he'll charge you
with interfering with a Federal investigation--
eh, maybe even murder--
and you will pray for the good old days,
where all you were worrying about
were those silly little
trespassing and burglary charges.
I find he's very useful in certain situations.
Very useful.
So, gonna hand 'em over?
Oh.
Holy cow.
Pay dirt.
I gotta get better
at frisking.
Wait a minute.
This is Ursula with Marvin.
(Polanco) I'm gonna need a copy
for my article:
"UFO-Obsessed Woman Dies in Alien Encounter."
So the swab from the victim's damaged patellas
show traces of sediment, but it's not cement.
So what hit her knees wasn't cinder block?
No, the sediment is gypsum,
dating back to the Pleistocene and Holocene eras.
It's probably from the Tularosa
or Estancia Basins.
Mexico?! Yeah.
Northern Mexico is the closest occurrence of this rock.
Here's an interesting conjunction of possibilities:
the insecticide that she was soaked in,
it's called "Tres Pasitos."
It's not available in the United States.
Is it available in Mexico?
Readily.
Excellent.
...so I took the information that you gave me,
and it looks as though the projectiles
first impacted next to the juncture
between the frontal and parietal bones.
(Bray) So the bearings entered beneath her chin,
then ricocheted around in her skull?
Yeah, that seems to make the most sense.
But I've never heard of any projectiles
that would enter at that range and not fracture the skull.
Well, what about, like, slow-moving projectiles?
Maybe a paintball gun?
A little more powerful than that, but not much.
Time for lunch.
Oh.
To prove we're all fine?
Yeah.
(sighs)
You guys can hold hands, if you want.
Eat off each other's plates...
I mean, any and all of that kind
of gooey romanticism is completely fine by me.
We know, Hodgins.
I'm not really the public display kind of guy.
I'm just saying you don't need to be afraid or...
There. See?
My head did not explode.
Um, I'm not really okay with being kissed
when it's not about me.
Sorry.
Panicked, but everything's fine, right?
(chuckling): Everything's fine.
Everything's not fine.
This is a fraught situation.
It's important to face these things head-on.
(Hodgins) Sweets,
there's nothing to face, okay?
I mean, we can see
why you'd think that,
but we're all fine.
I am... I'm fine.
(waitress) Lance, your order's ready.
Thanks.
(Breekman) Why are we here?
We want to know what brought you out here
the night you found Ursula's body.
I told you, I was out UFO spotting.
And I told you I don't believe in that big of a coincidence.
How long were you and Ursula lovers?
Go ahead. Take a look.
Oh, my God.
Ursula understood.
Sh-She believed.
My wife thought I was crazy.
What makes this patch of desert any different to you
than any other patch of desert?
This is where we were when we first saw the lights.
Where did you see the lights?
Beyond those hills.
Hot spheres, very clear.
Ursula and I saw them together.
How far?
Maybe two kilometers.
That would be Mexico.
We were going to check it out together
next time I came through town.
We... We'd meet every few weeks.
So, you and Ursula were true believers.
Not really.
Ursula-- she was convinced that if she could find proof
of alien visitation, it would make her rich.
What happened to her, Marvin?
Really.
What do you think?
I think she came out here without me.
Maybe she thought I wanted half her money.
She maybe saw the lights and crossed over,
and they took her...
and experimented on her,
and then they dumped Ursula in the desert,
like the cold, heartless scientists that they are.
(Montenegro) So, the footage s pretty rough,
as you saw, so I ran an application
to counteract the motion of the camera with opposite movement.
Then I translated each pixel of the infrared spectrum
into a pixel
of the visible color spectrum.
Okay.
Let's see it.
(Saroyan) Well, that's a lot more terrestrial
than I expected.
Two tanker trucks, some sort of digger.
And this is a hose.
What do you think, three inches?
That's the source of the glowing liquid.
Yeah, but what about the alien things?
(Hodgins) Fremontodendron mexicanum.
It's Mexican flannelbush.
(Saroyan) Weird, glowing liquid in the Mexican desert,
Hazmat suits.
(Hodgins) Whoa! They must've been dumping chemicals illegally.
(Montenegro) Oop, she fell.
(Saroyan) That must've been where she fractured her knees.
(Hodgins) Yeah, but she still managed to get away.
You guys see what happened?
She was out looking for UFOs,
but found this instead.
These guys killed her.
You know, I think I liked this all better
when it was aliens.
So I was able to clarify the chemiluminescent signature
of the materials being dumped in the video.
Manganese and sodium borohydride.
Used in the manufacture of batteries.
Can you get a specific manufacturer from that?
I did.
Innatron.
Mexican flannelbush is on the verge of extinction, right?
Innatron has a plant located smack-dab in the middle
of the last remaining flannelbush population--
here in Juarez--
and they use manganese and sodium borohydride.
Wow.
Hmm?
(chuckling)
(door closes)
Dr. Hodgins, I'm kind of in the middle of...
You were right, Sweets.
Everything is not fine.
(sighs)
It's not fine at all.
This is a good time.
Don't know if I want to crawl into a hole and die or...
run over Wendell and Angela with a truck.
You know, it's natural to have those feelings.
But I'm a better man than this.
I mean, I... I want to be happy for them.
You know, I really do.
Well, it's easier for us to accept loneliness,
as long as the person we were once with is also alone.
When she finds happiness with someone else,
oh, man, it's like being stabbed in the heart.
It's the human condition.
You know, it's why there are so many movies
and plays and songs and poems.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-- art, art.
I get it.
What do I do?
Well, first, you need to figure out what you want.
I want to not be filled with anger and-and...
pain and resentment.
I don't want to be jealous.
Do you want Angela back?
I don't think you're jealous.
I think that you're grieving
what you've lost.
Grieving?
As in grief?
Yes.
Oh, man, the only thing that cures grief is time.
Unless you're recommending a lot of alcohol.
I can't really recommend alcohol.
Man, that'd be great if you could, though, right?
(chuckling)
I recommend time.
So, just... smile and act like a good guy?
You are a good guy.
You know, there was a time that I thought
that Angela and I would be together forever.
Can I just sit here for a minute?
Yeah, take all the time you need.
There is nothing in this video that indicates
what kind of weapon was used to kill the victim.
Yeah. It's true.
I doesn't look like anybody's armed.
Now, I was able to salvage some of the audio track.
(static hissing, computer blipping)
That's just white noise.
Yeah, I know,
but I scrubbed the background
and separated the different frequencies,
and then I amplified the resulting file.
(woman) Yo estoy encargada.
Y si no lo terminas antes del amanecer
te arrepentirás.
That's Spanish.
Yeah. I know.
We're going to have to get a translator.
No, I was a cop and coroner in New York City,
so I speak some.
Can you play that back? Yeah.
Yo estoy encargada.
Y si no lo terminas antes del amanecer
te arrepentirás.
"I'm in charge.
"If you don't get this done before sunrise,
you'll regret it."
Hmm.
Yo estoy encargada.
She's not from Mexico, though.
You can tell that?
The way she says "estoy" and "arrepentirás."
The Puerto Rican cops used to make fun of me
when I pronounced my "T"s and "P"s like that.
So, you think that...
Yeah.
The speaker is definitely American.
(Booth) Ursula thought she was filming a UFO crash site?
But she ended up with footage
of an American dumping toxic waste
in the Mexican desert.
Rachel Adams.
American? Yes.
She's an Innatron executive,
in charge of waste management.
She's based in Juarez, Mexico.
African-American. Yes.
Well, the owner of the diner said
that the victim was seen arguing
with an African-American businesswoman.
Huh.
...so we put together a range of weapons
which might fire ball bearings
at a velocity congruent with the damage done
to the inside of our victim's skull.
Okay, we have a paintball gun,
an air rifle, a BB gun, and a PVC pipe zip gun.
Each modified
to fire six 17.5-millimeter ball bearings.
Melons lined with paraffin and filled
with dense agar gelatin,
which mimics skull and brain matter.
What's with the faces?
Uh, yeah,
we-- um,
well, I guess, I-- kind of got inspired.
Inspired?
All right,
goggles, everyone.
Ready?
(shot fires, ball bearings clattering)
All right. Okay.
So, the paintball gun ball bearing
didn't have enough force to get through my skull.
That's too bad.
(Bray) I'm next.
Uh, uh-uh!
I'll shoot you.
(chuckling): Whoa!
That was way too much damage.
That blew your head clear off.
I don't know if anyone should enjoy their work this much.
Mmm.
You and Dr. Saroyan are still in the running.
Uh, I got it.
Hmm.
Not enough force to kill Dr. Saroyan.
(rattling) Whoa!
Angela, the balls are rattling, but your head is still intact.
Call that thing by my name one more time.
I dare you.
It was a zip gun. A perfect,
untraceable, cheap weapon, easily homemade.
That was fun.
Boys.
You got that right.
(chuckles)
Want to do it again?
I have an appointment, Agent Booth,
I don't have to answer your questions.
We follow all of the rules set forth by the EPA
and environmental restrictions in the NAFTA treaty.
Right. On paper.
I resent that. We have witnesses
at Roswell who said that they saw you
arguing with the witness
on the day that she was murdered.
Did your witness tell you what we were arguing about?
(clears throat)
(speaking Spanish)
You were trying
to buy video footage Ursula had taken of you
illegally dumping toxic waste.
She thought she had real footage of a UFO,
so, unfortunately for you, she didn't give it up.
I work for a major corporation
that's just signed a billion- dollar deal with the Mexicans.
You think you can extradite me?
Take your best shot.
(car alarm chirps)
(Brennan) Here comes something.
(Booth) What's it say?
It says that Innatron
contracts its waste disposal to an independent contractor.
Is it owned by a shell company?
Mm-hmm. Well...
Norte Domesticas, yes.
Well, you know, we'll get D.C. on it,
but I'm going to tell you right now,
I already know who owns that shell company.
Rachel Adams? Yep.
Innatron pays the shell company
hundreds and thousands of dollars
to get rid of the waste, and Rachel and her crew--
they just dump it in the desert and they pocket the money.
Well, Ursula Lapine thinks
she's photographing extraterrestrial contact,
they catch her, she ends up dead.
Well, why would she turn down the money in the diner,
then agree to meet out in the desert?
Perhaps that's where they agreed to swap the video for the money.
I guess.
Oh, you say, "Yeah, I guess," but you mean,
"I don't think so."
Rachel lives in Juarez.
I mean, she could get herself an untraceable gun,
what, in like 15 minutes?
Instead, she shows up with a homemade zip gun?
That doesn't make sense.
Right?
(phone rings)
Hodgins.
Hodgins... Oh, hey, Dr. Brennan.
No, Hodgins, it's not me.
It's Booth. Okay, listen.
Hodgins, could we just focus on the ball bearings?
Yeah. What about them? Could you trace them
to Innatron? No.
Well, how can you be so sure?
Because they're obsolete.
They were manufactured in the '40s and the '50s.
For what? Roller skates,
fishing reels, yo-yos, turntables.
Toys?!
Hey, I'm just closing up.
I turned off the grill about a half an hour ago.
Oh, we, uh... No, we're not here to eat, Blaine.
Any of these work back here?
BLAINE: Yeah.
The disruptor there from Gamma-Gamma Six.
Why isn't this solar system working?
'Cause it's 60 years old.
What-What is with you people?
Well, we, uh... You overheard Rachel
offering Ursula payoff money, didn't you, Blaine?
BLAINE: What? No. I didn't.
You told us you had to ask them to keep it down.
How come you don't interrupt Bones?
I'm a gentlemen. How much did you...
How much did Rachel offer?
Ten grand? 20?
But Ursula thought
that she had proof of alien life.
How much did she ask for? A million bucks?
Hey, you can't just take stuff like that.
You need a warrant.
I'll get a warrant. Oh, no, no, no.
We don't need a warrant.
We're just playing.
Yeah, like the sign says.
I figure what happens
is you told Ursula you could get her millions.
You arranged to... Yeah, you arranged to meet
out in the desert, told her to bring the video,
you'd bring the buyer. He's trying to take your credit.
Eh, he's just talkative.
Can you hand me those ball bearings there, will you?
Look at that.
They seem to fit perfectly. Come on,
that's just a toy-- you couldn't hurt a flea with that.
(Brennan) Oh! Oh!
Yes, that would be the murder weapon.
Hey, hey, I got my rights.
You got the right to shut the hell up, Blaine.
Killing that poor crazy woman for her video.
Yeah, by the way, that video,
it was hid down her throat on a thread
of dental floss,
you moron.
He is a moron.
You are definitely a moron!
Well, not literally, figuratively.
It's very satisfying to use an insulting colloquialism
even when it isn't accurate.
Right, it's even better when they resist arrest
and you get to hit them.
I don't know. Yeah, I think so.
So, do you feel better?
Being open about our relationship?
Yeah. Yeah, you bet.
You know, it's over between Hodgins and me.
I mean, you believe that now, right?
I think everything is always more complicated than it looks.
I am telling you, mister, it's not.
Like Dr. Brennan says:
no use jumping to conclusions
before all the evidence is in.
Quite a show, huh?
Shouldn't we get going home?
Come on, Bones, how many times do you get a chance
to check out a desert sky?
I've been in the desert many times.
Though, usually I'm digging in the ground,
not looking up.
Now's your chance to look up.
So, look up.
But it's ridiculous to think
there's anything on this planet worth seeing
which merits crossing
what are literally astronomical distances.
Maybe aliens are anthropologists?
Maybe they just want to study our religion
and sex and... love
and our funny languages and line dancing?
That's an interesting possibility I hadn't considered.
Well, living creatures, they like to reach out, Bones.
Living creatures like to reach out and eat each other.
Oh, so what are you saying,
that the aliens just want to come down here
and drink our spinal fluid?
Well, if the aliens are advanced enough
to fly faster than light,
then they can probably make spinal fluid.
Oh, you just said that aliens are nice.
I did not.
You just basically said
that aliens are nice anthropologists.
I don't think so.
You think the aliens are you.
(laughs)
You got me.
You know, I-I-- I'm one of them.
I knew it. I was sent down as an advance scout.
(laughs) I knew it.
No probing. No probing! (laughs)
Hey, probing is a valuable way to gather information.
We know how you people like to probe... right.
Did you hear that?
What was it?
What's that mean?
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