Author's Note: We have reached the final act of this episode! I'm toying with the idea of a brief little post-episode bonus scene that goes where the show couldn't/wouldn't at this juncture. Nothing too crazy... just a little more than what would be realistic for an actual episode. Let me know if you'd be interested in something like that.

ACT IV

INT. JEFFERSONIAN - ANGELA'S OFFICE - DAY

Angela plays the simulation for Brennan, showing
the victim being slammed onto the balls and choked
with the rack.

BRENNAN
This is excellent work, Angela.

ANGELA
It was a team effort.
(then, hesitant)
And speaking of the team, everyone
pretty much saw you making out with
Booth on that pool table.

BRENNAN
I'm sure they all realized that choice
was strictly to protect our cover.

ANGELA
Strictly?

BOOTH (O.S.)
Hey, there's my favorite gadget girl.

ANGELA
Even after the glasses malfunctioned?

BOOTH
Even after the incessant chatter.

Booth drops the watch and ear piece on her desk,
then stops to watch the simulation, still playing.

BOOTH
So the balls break his back and ribs
and the killer climbs on top of him?
Strangles him with a rack?

BRENNAN
Not quite.

ANGELA
But you said I did excellent work.

BRENNAN
Excellent, yes. Perfect? No. Can you
call up an image of the hyoid bone?

Angela does it.

BRENNAN
You can see the splinter fracturing is
more pronounced below the initial
break, indicating someone applied
pressure from top to bottom.

ANGELA
The killer wasn't on the table. He was
standing over the victim's head.

Angela makes some adjustments and these actions
play out.

Cam walks in, observing.

CAM
If he was killed like this, the
pressure on the windpipe would have
caused the victim to asphyxiate on his
own blood... which explains the blood
I found on the ball rack.

BOOTH
Hey, you got some bonus DNA, huh?

CAM
Yes. And it matched the hair you found
in the visor.

BOOTH
Great, whose is it?

CAM
No hits anywhere, but-

HODGINS (O.S.)
(entering)
Angie tracked down the beetle vendor who delivered those poor unwitting accomplices to the scene of the crime.

BOOTH
Okay, so we have one circumstantial
piece of evidence. Great.

HODGINS
You're welcome.

CAM
It's all about the DNA. While the hair
and the blood only match each other,
the whiskey glass Dr. Brennan grabbed
carried along with it the DNA for one
Roger Pitt.

BOOTH
Oh... kay. Who's Roger Pitt?

CAM
Convicted for various degrees of
assault and walked on attempted murder
charges about six months ago.

BOOTH
Wait a minute. Green's been doing some
variation of his tournament for over a
year now. No way Green can be Pitt.

BRENNAN
That's it. There is no way Mr. Green
can be Roger Pitt. That is because Mr.
Green is not Roger Pitt.

Everyone looks around, trying to understand.

INT. FBI - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Mr. Green, still in his mask and gloves, sits at the table.

INT. FBI - OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

ALEX ELIAS, 40s and gruff, stands with Sweets.

ELIAS
Yeah, that's Mr. Green.

Sweets
Are you sure?

ELIAS
Pretty sure. How many guys you know
wear a mask like that?

Sweets
Would you mind staying to observe?

ELIAS
You already flew me in on the red eye
so why not?

A beat as Booth and Walt enter the interrogation
room.

INT. FBI - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

BOOTH
Take that stupid mask off.

MR. GREEN
I'm going to need one of those lawyers
you're always so happy to provide.

WALT
Man as rich as you, you want a public
defender? That doesn't add up...

MR. GREEN
It doesn't have to. You got nothing.
If you did, you would have arrested
me. Probably would have done it last
night instead of running off scared.

INT. FBI - OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

ELIAS
Wait, you're right. That voice. That's
definitely not Mr. Green.

INT. FBI - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

WALT
Who is Roger Pitt?

INT. FBI - OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

ELIAS
Roger?

INT. FBI - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

MR. GREEN
Beats me.

BOOTH
Mask.

MR. GREEN
Lawyer.

BOOTH
Warrant.

Booth pulls out a warrant and points at Mr. Green's
face.

BOOTH
Mask.

WALT
I've waited for this moment.

Mr. Green unzips the mask and tosses it on the table,
revealing a tough-looking, mean-faced man:
ROGER PITT.

INT. FBI - OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Sweets
Do you recognize that man?

ELIAS
It's Roger Pitt. He was the pool
expert Mr. Green hired to teach him
the game. But then where is Mr. Green?

INT. FBI - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

BOOTH
Funny thing, my partner-you know, the
one who kicked your ass last night-
she said there'd be blood inside this
mask. She even gave me this fun light.

He pulls out a black light flashlight, shining it inside the
mask. The light reflects off blood around the mouth hole.

BOOTH
Look at that. Guessing the blood in
this mask is gonna be a match for the
blood we found on the murder weapon.

PITT
Whose blood?

BOOTH
Excuse me?

PITT
Whose blood is it?

WALT
The guy you killed. Mr. Green.

PITT
But I'm Mr. Green. I'm pretty sure you
can't prove otherwise.

INT. FBI - OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

ELIAS
I can.

Sweets looks over at him with raised eyebrows.

INT. JEFFERSONIAN - ANGELA'S OFFICE - DAY

A handsome 40-something's headshot is on the
screen next to what turned out to be a decent
facial reconstruction.

ANGELA
Alex Elias was right. Mr. Green's true
identity was this guy: Gerald White.

She stands with Hodgins. Booth and Brennan
stand to the side.

HODGINS
Gerald White was the sole heir to a
sizable family fortune that he grew in
the stock market, then poured into all
kinds of charities.

ANGELA
He donated over eighty percent of his
earnings last year.

BRENNAN
That is very impressive.

BOOTH
Like a corporate Robin Hood.

ANGELA
He was also very reclusive. He did all
his trading online and only met with
people one-on-one. And he did that so
infrequently, no one missed him.

BRENNAN
And the pool tournament? This was just
another way to raise money?

ANGELA
Yes, actually. Every time he won the
tournament, one of his charities
received an anonymous cash donation.

BRENNAN
He was a very noble and generous man.

BOOTH
Sweets said he's the one who gave Alex
Elias the money for his bar. Elias was
almost ready to bring his wife down to
see it. She's over the moon right now.

ANGELA
Plus, White has DNA on file with his
lawyer. Cam is matching it now.

BOOTH
Why?

BRENNAN
To be sure our victim is Gerald White.

BOOTH
No, I mean, why did Gerald White have
DNA on file with his lawyer?

HODGINS
Oh, it's a rich person will thing. So
no one can pop up claiming to be a
long lost cousin... or child.

ANGELA
He left everything to charity.

BOOTH
The tournament may have been illegal,
but this guy was actually a class act.

CAM
(popping in)
And, thanks to DNA, justice will be
served for Mr. White. I just matched
the sample his lawyer sent over to the
hair and the blood in the mask.

INT. FBI - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Booth and Brennan sit opposite Pitt. He smirks.

BOOTH
Gerald White.

PITT
Who?

BRENNAN
The man you murdered.

BOOTH
We know all about how you slammed the
guy down on his own pool table and
strangled him with that ball rack.

BRENNAN
And we know how you kept his body in
the bathtub while you waited for those
fifty thousand beetles to arrive.

PITT
Sounds circumstantial to me.

BOOTH
Yeah, but the prosecutor was liking
the circumstances... even before we
told her about all the DNA evidence.

Pitt glares at Booth for a long moment. He breaks:

PITT
That bastard kept losing. He tried to
blame me. But I was the one losing my
ten percent. Then he tells me he wants
to switch back to poker? Hm mmm.

BRENNAN
So you murdered him and hid his
remains in plain sight?

Pitt smirks.

PITT
I should've done the same to you last
night. Gave him a little skeleton
girlfriend at that poker table.

BOOTH
His eternity would have been a helluva
lot better than yours is about to be.

Pitt snarls at both of them... but he's busted.

INT. FOUNDING FATHERS - POOL ROOM - NIGHT

Wendell and Sweets play a game of pool. The
rest of the gang, Walt included, is there, standing
around, drinking and talking. Wendell sinks the
last ball, beating Sweets.

Booth and Brennan sit together, to the side.
Angela approaches, pulling a men's dress shoe
out of her bag.

BOOTH
What? No way! Are you serious?

Booth flips the shoe to find a digital keypad.
He dials. Brennan's phone rings from her pocket.
She pulls it out.

BRENNAN
(on the phone and to him)
Ninety-three percent of all shoes are
contaminated with fecal matter, Booth.

Booth turns his excitement to Angela.

BOOTH
It works! This is so cool! Me and Pops
used to watch Get Smart all the time.
(impersonating Don Adams)
"Missed it by that much."

Across the room, Hodgins is bidding goodbye to
Wendell, Sweets and Cam as they exit. Angela
joins him.

HODGINS
Looks like Booth loves his new toy.

Hodgins nods over to the table where Booth on
the shoe phone and Brennan on her cell have
an animated conversation.

ANGELA
I literally put a burner phone in the
sole of a shoe.

HODGINS
Downplay it all you want, but on this
case? You know what you are, right?

ANGELA
The boring pregnant woman stuck on the
outside of the action the whole time?

HODGINS
No...
(then)
King of the Lab.

Her jaw drops. This means a lot. He grins. A beat.

ANGELA
Does that title come with anything?

HODGINS
I'm glad you asked, Your Majesty.

Hodgins and Angela quickly make their way
out, passing Walt.

As Walt approaches, Brennan and Booth get
off their phones.

WALT
You two turned my case around and made
me look great. I can't thank you
enough. You make an unstoppable team.

They glance at each other then back at Walt
who gives them a nod before turning to leave.

Once everyone is gone, Booth meanders over
to the pool table, nodding for Brennan to follow.
He picks up two pool cues, holding one out to
her. She hesitates before taking it.

BOOTH
Shall we?

BRENNAN
Should we?

BOOTH
Sure, why not?
(off her critical look)
No bets. And I swear I won't play...
unless it's with you, hm?

BRENNAN
I am comfortable with those terms.

Booth nods. He breaks, sending a slew of
balls into pockets.

BOOTH
You playing in the tournament was
absolutely the right call.

BRENNAN
Of course it was.

He shoots and sinks another ball.

BOOTH
And the Tony and Roxie thing-

BRENNAN
Please don't scold me for that again.

BOOTH
No, I'm not scolding you, Bones, all
right? I'm thanking you. Thank you.

BRENNAN
For kissing you?

BOOTH
No. No, that was... no. For caring
enough to keep me distracted. I didn't
think about gambling once all night.
(then)
Sweets, he said I'm lucky to have
someone like you on my side.

BRENNAN
I don't believe in luck, but I can't
imagine being on any side but yours.

He misses a shot, but doesn't care. He
smiles at her.

BRENNAN
Regarding our undercover roles...

BOOTH
Yeah?

BRENNAN
I can almost relate to Roger Pitt.
Stepping into someone else's more
interesting life... it is appealing.

BOOTH
Whose life is more interesting than
ours, Bones?
(takes a step toward her)
That's why, for me, I just like it
when we're, you know... us.

He looks at her intensely. She nods.

BRENNAN
I like us too, Booth.

They hold each's gaze for a long, warm beat
until Brennan finally turns away and goes
for another shot, making it.

Brennan and Booth continue bantering about
pool and fully enjoying each other's company...
being, you know... them.

END OF EPISODE