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The two B's are called to the Florida Everglades to investigate a human arm found in an alligator. Before they arrive, Booth is so irritated by an ice-cream cart's nagging 'music' that he shoots the clown-shaped loudspeaker; the FBI sends him to frightfully erudite and suave British psychotherapist Dr. Gordon Wyatt's home, where the perfectionist control freak's professional and private frustrations, including Epps's fatal balcony fall, are handled in a frustrating and yet calming way, while building a garden barbecue... Meanwhile Bones continues with Special Agent Tim 'Sully' Sullivan, whose apparent lack of interest and dedication makes her appreciate their friend and colleague Booth more, decides to ship the whole alligator to the Jeffersonian for examination and learns about Sully's varied qualifications and other options in life besides an FBI career, unlike totally focused Booth. Medical records of the missing Everglades kids who recklessly come close to alligators identify the ... Written by
KGF Vissers
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The FBI agent working on the case while Booth is dealing with shooting the ice cream truck clown explains when they serve the search warrant, "You can only admit evidence in plain view." In fact, a search warrant gives authorities the right to search wherever the evidence they are seeking reasonably would be found within the location being searched. A "plain view" restriction would be highly unusual.
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Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan:
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to Booth, after he shot the clown head on the truck]
That... was not good.
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Space: 1999 (1975)
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"When I Hear Music"
(uncredited)
Performed by Debbie Deb
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I'm talking about the wonderful Stephen Fry, to whom we are introduced in this episode.
I so enjoy the interaction between Agent Booth and Dr Wyatt, and the rather clever way the doctor gets Booth to open up (and build his BBQ in the process). The ongoing case of the body in the crocodile is nowhere near as interesting as listening to Stephen Fry playing the archetypal, public school educated toff, (i say that in the nicest possible way), but it is still very good of course. Mind you, if I'm being truthful I could listen to Mr Fry babble on for hours, I adore his intellectual, upper class tones. Anyway, that's enough British trumpet blowing for one review....after all, I am little biased where our floppy haired wordsmith is concerned :) Just watch and enjoy!