Wow. I guess there is life on this campus after all.
- You've been here before? - I guest-lectured last year.
Forensic Science majors. Four students showed up. Just four.
Four? What was your topic?
Dimorphic distinctions in the thoracic cavity.
Right. And, uh, just four whole people showed up, huh?
The dean blamed it on some game halfway across the country.
Atlantic State University is the home of the Jaguars.
Other than sex and beer, nothing is more important than basketball.
- What about academics? - You bring your little didactic speech here
any other time of the year and you'll draw five, easy.
Dimorphic, not didactic.
A student employee, Justine Berry, opened up the practice gym.
Police didn't know what to make of what they found.
Yeah, I got it. FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. That here is... that's Dr Brennan.
Chief Jack Cutler, campus police. Justine opened the gym after the long weekend.
- Work here, Ms Berry? - What the hell? 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 or shut 'em.
Whatever got caught back here, it sure ain't an animal.
Whoa. "It"?
Sounds interesting.
Oh.
Hey. Last time I was under the bleachers, I was getting ready to smoke a cigarette
and make out with Vanessa Taylor.
- I didn't know you smoked. - Eighth grade.
Didn't you ever get naughty with a jock under the bleachers?
- You were a jock? - You had to be to make out with Vanessa.
- What is it? - Male.
- You smell that? - You're kidding.
I don't mean decomp. Alcohol.
Vagrant passes out by the heating grate, someone closes up.
Whoa.
That would account for the decomp.
And the babies.
- Baby rats? - Yeah. We'll need them.
- OK. Chief Cutler, you got a rat carrier? - Yeah, I'll find something.
- We'll need the floor. - The floor?
- Whatever got pushed through the grate. - Here. This do?
Great. Just put that rat there in the rat motel.
- We need to take the pinkies or they'll die. - Yeah. Cos 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!
- Oh. - Drafted by the Detroit Pistons.
Knees blew out. Ended my career.
- Booth? - Yeah?
"11"?
Oh, my God. No.
- What? - Did he wear one of these?
- He never took it off. - Who?
RJ Manning. He's one of the best college forwards.
He was destined to be number-one pick.
I don't know what that means but, if this is Manning, that's not going to happen.
- Eight seconds to close the bleachers? - According to the chief of campus police.
I don't think he was killed by the bleachers.
What do you mean? He's an accordion.
- So what killed him? - The skull shows evidence of powdering.
Crushing would snap the bone. Multiple strikes lead to powdering.
Maybe being forced through a grate caused it. We'll know after the skull's reconstructed.
Man, the Jaguars will not be the same without RJ Manning.
30 plus points in his last five games, 40 plus in the last three.
- Not you guys too? - He was gonna 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.
You're 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... I'm an alumnus of Atlantic State.
I volunteer my time to help the team with finances, scholarships, living arrangements.
Did you all live together?
No. RJ lived on campus. But he still takes care of me and my little sister.
Their parents passed away.
We lived on RJ's scholarship and Mr Francis got me a good job downtown.
Yeah. RJ mention any trouble in his life lately? Arguments?
- Only... - It's OK, it's OK.
He had a fight with Mr Francis.
Why did 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.
Also, you should talk to Coach Morse.
Those were the two people closest to him, other than his family.
Dammit. I should've gotten a bigger turkey. Do you have a smaller skull?
- Do I have a smaller skull than whom? - I meant, is there a smaller skull
- we can wrap in this turkey carcass? - Boys, this better be good.
It'll take me a very long time to reconstruct RJ Manning's skull
to discover whether he died from multiple blows...
Which suggests murder.
...or if his skull was crushed through the heating grate 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 no sign of powdering here.
Then RJ Manning was killed by multiple strikes to the head.
George Francis does not care about that family.
- Kamaria liked him. - He paid the rent, made her brother a star.
- But he's got a whole other agenda. - How do you know?
I was a college athlete. Guys like that always buzz around campus.
- Why? - Because there's millions of dollars at stake.
- For bouncing a ball? - Well, yeah.
All that bouncing translates into dollars
from TV rights, revenue shares, tournament fees.
Well, I don't understand what's interesting about it.
You know, 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 grieve for him.
I tell you what you do not weep for, though.
Losing the best damn power forward in this entire country.
Colby Page is not shedding tears cos we lost a power forward, is he?
- No, sir! - How do I know that?
Because Colby Page is gonna take RJ's position.
This is his opportunity, and it's good that he sees it as such.
Colby?
Accept our brother, RJ Manning, into your loving arms.
Give us the faith and the strength to carry on.
- Amen. - Amen.
Now you boys go be together. Talk about RJ.
Come right back here and be ready to do what needs doing.
- Yes, Coach. - All right, let's go!
Let's do this! Let's go! Move it, Harris!
Yes, sir!
Very impressive.
- You the FBI? - Yes, sir.
If you're gonna talk to the boys, I'd prefer you do it soon.
Let us 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's 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 but game day." That was RJ's motto.
No jealous boyfriend from the past? Angry dad? Nothing?
Oh, my God. Mr Francis is right.
You people think RJ was murdered.
- Was he under any kind of stress? - Of course.
Mid-term exams?
RJ was a star. They made sure he could pass his mid-terms.
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.
You didn't find enough tissue for a tox screen cos these little scamps ate what was left.
Yeah. Uh...
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 maggot juice.
Is it labelled "Personal property of CS" on the bottom?
Yes.
Don't worry. I'll rinse it out.
I can give you a few pointers. Colby doesn't get out of class for a few minutes.
You gotta sort of flip your wrist. See? Bang.
Sports should not have such a priority.
All right, you know what? That's crazy.
No. Anthropologically speaking, sports are a way for boys to practise their battle skills.
Yeah, OK. So you want to just focus straight up, get up on your toes, and just slip...
The truth is, athletes are basically emotionally arrested in boyhood,
acting out childish games as though they have adult importance.
You know, the only thing more juvenile are grown adults who watch sports.
- Why do you say stuff like that? - 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. My shoulder crapped out on me.
Otherwise, I would have gone all the way with it.
What?!
And another thing, all right? 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.
Leave me alone long enough so I can get over it.
- Why are you irritated? - I love sports.
I watch sports, you know? I'm all about sports, you know?
Agent Seeley Booth. This is Dr Brennan.
Mr Francis said you wanted to talk.
George Francis? He really looks out for you guys, huh?
- You must be happy to be a stringer again? - Starter, Bones.
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 stepping up.
- This is my fianc�e, Celeste Cutler. - They're engaged? They're awfully young.
- Cutler? As in..."Cutter" Cutler? - Yeah. He's my father.
Your dad's in law enforcement. You understand I have to ask questions.
Your boyfriend is one of the few people who benefited from RJ Manning's death.
I don't like you. I hate her.
I can handle this. Just go on, Celeste, OK?
All right.
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 Coach,
but I didn't really benefit from RJ's death.
- It sure seems like you did. - Starting power forward, that's big.
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 like something that I would kill to achieve?
Look, I was happy where I was.
I'm a team player, not a star.
Look, 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.
Hm. Francis again.
- Hodgins here? - No.
- 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.
- But he reeked of bourbon. - Someone poured it on him.
Interestingly, he was on steroids.
I haven't found an explanation for the extra synovial fluid in the joints.
I'm not sure I can remember all this.
Steroids, bourbon, synovial fluid. Any problems?
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. You get a million-dollar conduct bonus for keeping your kids in line.
I oversee 30 healthy, rambunctious, Type A boys. I earn every penny of it.
Guess you'd kiss that million dollars goodbye if RJ tested positive for steroids.
- No way. - Tox screen came back positive.
- It doesn't make sense. - Better he plays, he's worth more to the pros,
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 'em? - I don't kill 'em.
Million-dollar bonus, free ride to the NBA.
Listen, I'll tell you what. You call my doctor.
I'm terminal. I got two years, tops.
The money, the career - not big incentives.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention it to anyone. I don't want sympathy.
I just want my boys to win this season.
I gotta pursue the steroid thing.
You don't 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 was justified, at least as far as steroids.
- Something else showed up? - Two samples were positive for cefixime.
- The antibiotic? - Most commonly used to treat gonorrhoea.
Gonorrhoea would explain the excess synovial fluid in RJ's joints.
So RJ plus two members of the team had gonorrhoea?
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 gonorrhoea 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 is taking steroids? - Thanks for your candour, Jimmy.
I didn't admit anything.
The guy on steroids would worry about steroids.
The guy with the clap, Eddie, wouldn't worry.
Well, why worry? It's just a shot in the ass.
He was guessing till you admitted it.
- Thank you, Ed. You can leave now. - Why can he leave?
I don't care where he's been dipping his, you know... wick.
I care about illegal steroids. Get lost, Ed. Leave.
Maybe RJ's just worried about the side effects.
You know, all the yelling and screaming,
all the zits on his pretty face, his manhood shrinking.
- Maybe he gets nervous, wants to confess. - So I kill him?
That's crazy! RJ made me look good enough to go to Europe leagues, even the NBA!
- You can't even prove I'm on steroids. - I have a warrant to check you for steroids.
It's a paper trail, and it becomes public knowledge, my friend.
- Man, I'll lose my eligibility. - Bingo.
You tell me who provided you with steroids and it stays between you and me.
Or, uh...
you gotta pee in the cup.
- Come on, man. - This time I'm gonna have to watch you pee.
I hope you don't have 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's assistant.
You are his girlfriend.
The problem is that being his girlfriend is a personal, private thing, and this is work.
- Ah. - It's not good to mix the personal and work.
Hodgins and I are separate human beings with completely separate careers.
- In your opinion, I crossed a line? - Yeah. It's my opinion.
- I apologise, 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.
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. Well, you've made your point.
Good. This is the only copy.
Do we get any points for this occurring during lunch?
Which is, as you know, personal time.
- No. - Fair enough. I had to ask.
Trust me. 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. - Then I saw his face and I got mad.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you.
So this is a pretty good time to tell us that you killed RJ Manning,
save us all a hell of a lot of time.
Why would I kill RJ? Why would I kill the golden goose?
He wasn't a goose. He was a man.
- Did he give you steroids too, Colby? - No! He was trying to get me free 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. I mean, he's about to become my son-in-law.
You don't care that Colby's not a star like RJ?
As a man, sure, I'd rather he be RJ,
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 played in the pros.
Your wife left you because you didn't turn out to be a star.
I wasn't fun to be around when the cheering stopped. You two don't pull any punches.
I'll tell you what else I know. You'd 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 because she's unreasonable on the subject.
He won't admit to the steroids.
- Plan B? - Plan B.
Plan B?
Convince him if he doesn't admit the steroid thing, then he's confessing to 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?
No. He stepped in an amalgam of fats, waxes, oil and calcium dye.
- Lipstick. - RJ Manning wore blue...
lipstick?
The lipstick wasn't found on his... lips. You know what I mean?
- Yes. - Certain?
Yes, Dr Hodgins.
- Angela? - Yeah?
You know, this is pretty good.
Usually with these things, you think, "God. More yoga, less carbs." You know?
But... this ain't bad.
You might want to... turn the volume down.
Yeah. Thanks.
You believe a kid taking steroids over the best friend the college ever had?
- Of course. - Why?
Because if you and RJ argued about steroids,
say he wanted more and you said no, that would explain why he hit you.
Yeah. You know, 'roid rage.
- I never provided steroids to anybody. - You know what I gotta do.
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? Cos you got a great motive. - What?
RJ Manning admitted to you he was gonna fess up 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 signed him up, didn't you? Illegal as hell.
But George had RJ sign with him for representation into the NBA, huh?
NBA salary, merchandising rights, signature shoe. And RJ wanted out, right?
Cars, apartments, providing for his family. I deserve a return on my investment.
Was RJ the only one you had a deal with?
- Whoa, whoa! - Who else? Colby? Huh?
Colby's a nice kid but he's never going pro.
Now, I didn't kill RJ Manning.
There's no point to it. I had a legally binding contract with him.
You rat bastard! If you don't arrest him for that 'roid thing, I will, OK?
I got him. I got him. I will. I will. I got it.
This is saliva I found in Manning's shorts. I also found pre-seminal fluid.
What does that mean?
Are you serious?
I know it means he had an erection, but what does the erection mean?
- That he was sexually stimulated. - Well, I know that.
Healthy post-adolescent males experience 11 to 20 erections every day,
any number of which produce pre-seminal fluid.
- 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. Oesophageal mucous, commonly known as a loogie.
- Someone spat at the victim? - Should I paint you a picture?
No.
Traces of pre-seminal 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, but wouldn't it be difficult
to simultaneously bash someone's head in while servicing them?
Talk about multitasking.
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 the victim was conked on the head
and dragged under the bleachers and compressed.
- I see. - Two people involved: victim and murderer.
- I see. - Now we could have a three-person situation.
- I see. - Victim, murderer, victim's special friend.
You need what from me?
Any information you might have to lead us to either the special friend or the murderer.
You might be interested in these crystalline deposits.
- What is that? - Bacteria, crystallised postmortem.
Gonorrhoea bacteria?
And we're back to RJ's special friend. If only we could figure out who she is.
You might want to ask Edward Dekker.
This is from RJ Manning.
And this is from Edward Dekker. Same strain.
The members of this team are very close.
- Yeah! Babe alert! Whoo! - You could wait outside, Bones.
Are you still angry at me for saying that athletes are emotionally stunted?
No. Of course not. Where is he?
Hey, can I talk to you, Ed, for a second?
All I did was pee in a cup for Jimmy Fields. All of 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. I just peed in a cup.
Why?
Because Jimmy's a team-mate and he asked me to. I would've done it for any of my bros.
- How did this boy get into college? - Basketball.
I don't think I can be discussing sexual topics with her looking at me.
- Why? - Because you're hot and I'm naked.
- Maybe you should 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 over there, Bones.
Yeah. I'll just... I'll be right here.
Hey, man, she's smokin'.
Now listen, 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 saying me and RJ ever crossed swords or anything,
but, um... 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 wear a condom with?
Attaboy. Now you're using your whole brain.
Come on.
All right, look. I got a name in my head, OK?
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 you're ashamed of having sex with a not-hot girl?
- What are you doing? - What?
I know I have gonorrhoea. I'm being treated for it.
Well, where'd you get it?
They asked me that in Health Services. Could've been a couple of 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 a link between the clap and blue lipstick?
Let's discuss Ed Dekker.
OK, yes. I gave gonorrhoea 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 for 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.
Like, 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 he was killed,
RJ was having sex with someone who may have seen his murderer.
You've 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 didn't leave her saliva or lipstick on the victim's privates.
OK, I'll help. But I do not want to be known as the make-up expert around here.
You found blue lipstick. Chak-Rah by Zensual.
"Zen" plus "sensual".
Chakra. "Chak-Rah."
Rah as in "rah rah", as in "rah rah, sis boom bah".
You started in English. I don't know where you ended.
This is marketed specifically to high school and college cheering squads,
tailored to their team colours.
Ah, 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,
I might have lured him to his death or something?
Wow. She's smart.
Well, 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, he even did the towel girl.
Wait. Do you know about Justine Berry?
RJ liked girls, all kinds of girls. I'm just one kind.
- Which kind is that? - The permanent kind.
You planned to live like that?
RJ came home to me. That's the way it would've stayed.
From his crappy student apartment to the giant mansion he would've gotten.
Is she crying because she loved him or because she lost a mansion?
She decided to hang onto him
by letting him have sex with any other woman he wanted.
- That sounds extremely rational. - Well, that's what's confusing.
Well done.
The idea that one person can be all things to another,
satisfy every need, or even more than one, is sentimental and mawkish.
There are indentations here.
Alpha-numeric. Z and S?
It's an imprint. It's... it's backwards.
The numerals 2 and 5?
25.
25 pounds.
An imprint from free weights.
Our unknown female either meets or lures RJ behind the bleachers.
- Lures? - We're pretty sure the girl didn't kill RJ.
But that doesn't mean that she wasn't bait.
I got something. Blood spatter. It was wiped, but it's definite.
Looks like we have our murder weapon.
DNA evidence is in. The blood is definitely RJ's.
What about the saliva and the sputum?
- The loogie. - I know about loogies.
The saliva did not come from the same person who provided the loogie.
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.
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?
Evidence shows she was performing oral sex on him.
Which gave you time to bash his head in.
- But you made one mistake. - One.
Look, 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 spat on his face.
Look, God as my witness, that never happened.
Sorry to interrupt, but you really need to see this.
- Complete profile? - All 13 STRs.
Thanks.
We got a hit on CODIS from the DNA on the, um... hawked loogie.
Hey, Chief.
If I hadn't spat on that son of a bitch, you never would've caught me.
- Well, Celeste might've 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...
He's 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 he 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. You see your little girl...
It's a different perspective.
People are gonna understand the action that you took, OK?
I do. Hey, man, you're Cutter Cutler.
Lowest assist and turnover ratios. Huh?
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 again.
Cutter Cutler died a long time ago.
I'm just putting him away.
Ow.
It's all right.
- Your hand hurt? - A little.
- So, jock mentality, teams, not all bad, huh? - Why are you telling me this?
You said we're all stunted 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. Yeah. You leave the tip.
Even Cutler knew you were lying when you said you treated women like that.
- Oh, and you believe him? - Yes.
Because you still remember that first girl's name.
Let's go.
What's that mean?
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