All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E06 - The Crank in the Shaft (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Electrical Tone ][ Dings ]

[ Quiet Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Excuse me.[ Woman ] Excuse me.

- ♪♪ [ Muzak ]
- [ Sighs ]
Six, please.

[ Man ]
I got it.[ Elevator Dings ]

- [ Elevator Beeps ]
- Sorry about that.

No. Is our coffee machine
still broken?

It was on Friday,
and I couldn't chance it.

Well, I filled out
a 1612 Repair Authorization
for Office Equipment Under $200,

but I never heard back.

♪♪ [ Rock, Muffled ]Man, this guitar
is bitchin'.

- [ Elevator Dings ]
- I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

How's the third quarter P&L?

Oh, I processed a stack
of orders and returns
with Patty on Friday.

She was still reviewing them
when I left.

[ Sniffing ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Sniffs ]
Oh.

- [ Machinery Whirring ] - [ Woman Shrieks ] Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! What's going on?

[ All Shouting ]

[ Man Groans ] [ Woman Shrieks ]

- [ All Gasping ]
- [ Gags ]

[ Sweets ] The conscious mind represents only one-sixth of our brain's activity.

Now I want you to both
appreciate the power
of the subconscious...

- and our quest for its secrets as we--- Stop!

Dr. Brennan, you can't
dismiss over a hundred years
of psychological research.

I'm not even
actually listening.

Your leg has not stopped moving
since we started this session.

[ Sighs ]Something you
should've noticed.

I assumed
he was anxious to leave,
as he is every session.

Yeah?
Well, that's not it.

Okay, a guy at work,
Special Agent Graham Kelton,
died last week.

- I'm so sorry.
- That's awful, Booth.
Were you good friends?

- No. He was a creep.
- Oh.

So, then, your agitation
comes from--

Kelton had the best desk chair
in the office building,
all right?

Lumbar support,
cushioned arms,
Macintosh oak finish.

- And?
- And I want it!

I put a request in,
but so have
all the other agents.

This is one sweet chair.

You are anxious
that you won't get
a dead man's chair?

Right. Mine, it won't even
recline anymore.

Get this.
Charlie Baron, okay?

He'd been putting requests in
to Human Resources even when
Kelton was on his deathbed.

All right?
Is that low, or what?

Hey, Bones, maybe you can write me a doctor's note saying that I need the chair.

What?Yeah.

Something along the lines
that I got, like, a bad back...

and the lumbar support could
enhance my job performance.

- I'm not a medical doctor.
- [ Scoffs ]

- Uh, the answer's no.
- [ Scoffs ]

You're obviously trying to enhance your status with your coworkers...

by acquiring something
that they all covet.

You want a throne.Back support, okay?

I'm just looking
for a little back support.

- Perhaps you've been feeling inadequate at work lately? - [ Cell Phone Rings ]

Compensating in this--Booth.

Right.
Be right there.

Well, got a case.
See ya.Okay.

Agent Booth, I really think
that we're touching
on something important here.

[ Brennan ]
Thank you.

[ Booth ]
If I could help you get
a better chair, I would.

Well, thank you. But if
I wanted a better office chair,
I'd just buy one myself.

No, no. That's not
how it works, Bones.

When you work
for the man,he buys
all the office furniture.

Which man?You're kidding me,
right?

There's no actual man.Then who buys
office furniture?

Never mind, Bones.
Just never mind. [ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Booth ] Excuse us. Pardon me. [ Brennan ] Sorry. So sorry.

[ Brennan ] Excuse us.[ Booth ] Oh, coming through.
That's it. Watch out.

Whoa! Whoa, look at that. [ Man ] That's it, folks. Just take a step back.

do a pal a favor
and write me a note
for my back.

- The chair?
- Yeah. This is a chance
for you to be creative.

- Uh, tell us about the leg.
- Given the pump, female victim.

The skin elasticity,
what's left of it,

indicates she was probably
between 20 and 40 years old.

Striations on the bone suggests
the flesh was scraped away.

[ Saroyan ] And the remaining soft tissue appears to have been scavenged.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you thinking, huh?
Little respect.

I wasn't taking
a photo of the leg.

I was taking her picture.

You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the elevator.

Back up there.
Take him outta here.
Take care of him.

[ Chuckles ]
Did you find anything
besides the leg?

The remains are smeared
along the entire length
of the hoistway.

Oh!
Oh, wow!

God, that-- That's nasty.

Well, I'm gonna need
a spatula to scrape off
all the flesh and the organs.

The bones are
in hundreds of pieces.
I'll want them bagged.

Judging from the amount
of putrefactive liquid
on top of the car,

she landed here first,
wedging up against the shaft.

So when
it went up and down, she--

Oh, that's not good.
That's bad.
That's not good.

I don't see any
hemorrhagic tissue.

The victim was most likely dead
before she was put in here.

Well, fracturing indicates
she was dropped
from quite a height.

It's the machine room. It has the control system for the elevator.

Who has access
to this room?Only Maintenance.

But they only unlock it
when the elevator
is serviced.

The lock's been jimmied.I don't know
how this happened.

- I run a safe building.
- Right. Except for
the mangled dead woman.

It's the first unit.
Those cables raise
and lower the cars.

[ Booth ]
Oh, look at this.

Okay.
Huh?

So you think the, uh, victim's body could've been, you know, pushed down there?

Looks pretty small.

But I've seen bodies
carried down storm drains
narrower than that.

[ Brennan ] Who tries to hide a body by throwing it down an elevator shaft?

Aha.
Someone who's toasted.

[ Saroyan ]
A joint. Huh.

I can get D.N.A.
from the paper.

Well, marijuana
doesn't make you a killer.

Yeah. Well,
it makes you stupid.

[ Saroyan ] Stupid enough to jam someone down an elevator shaft?

Sad. Woman's whole life
reduced to a bunch of
glorified sandwich bags.

Not the woman's life,
Fisher. Just her body.

- Big difference.
- Whatever gets you
through the day.

[ Saroyan ] What have we got?

Well, her clothes are shredded
and covered in particulates.

I'm still sorting through it all
and pulling traces to run
through the G.C. mass spec.

Well, I've got the when.

Vitreous humor from an eyeball
confirms time of death...

sometime between Friday night
and Saturday morning.

And her final meal
was lettuce, yogurt,
chicken and pita.

A gyro.Most likely.

I've got them checking
Greek restaurants
in the neighborhood.

Maybe someone
made a delivery
to her office.

Dead before the fall.
Wish we knew
howshe died.

Tox screen
came back negative.

No drugs, no poison.
Not even caffeine.

So, ball's in your court,
Fisher.

Dr. Brennan left me with exactly
1,263 bone fragments.

Each one screaming pain,
violence and hopelessness.

So how about cutting me
a little slack?

The job gets easier with time,
Mr. Fisher.

Any leads on whoshe is?

The hot chick
is doing a sketch...

from the few pieces of skull
I could locate and reconstruct.

- "Hot chick?"
- Sorry. The otherhot chick.

It's a bow...
with hair.

It's brown, natural colors.

It might help Angela
with her sketch.

Right. You should
give it to her.

I'm... kinda busy.And I'm kinda your boss.

Anything else,
Mr. Fisher?

I also found hairline
impact fissures...

on the lateral epicondyle.

And?

My grad thesis explored
the effect of falls
on human bone.

I got the idea
at my summer job.

- I'm afraid to ask.
- Suicide hotline.

Were you...
for or against?

Hey, got a bow for you.

Look, Hodgins.
We both decided
it's over.

I don't want any gifts.Um, the bow's
from the victim.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]
Right.

[ Clatters ]Sorry. That's helpful...
that bow.

How's it coming?Well, according
to my sketch...

the victim was
a model for Picasso.

[ Chuckles ]
Like it.

Mr. Cheerful's
putting more pieces
together for me.

That's a good idea.

[ Clears Throat ]
Just so you know,
uh, I'm cool.

You know, you and I,
we work together and--
and that's it.

Great.
We're two professionals.

Yep. Two professionals.

I should finish this.
'Cause this is--

Yeah. Yeah.
And, you know,
I've got lots to do.

I mean, lots. So--

- Okay.
- Okay.

From the impact fissures,
I'd estimate her fall was
from at least 60 meters.

Okay, first of all, I doubt even
Dr. Brennan could discover that
from impact fissures alone.

My thesis got me here.
Ask her.

And, second,
that doesn't indicate
what floor she fell from.

The elevator car could've been
on any floor in the building
when she landed on it.

But since it's a 16-story
building, at about 10 feet
per floor--

Eleven or 12, if you count
the space between floors.Right.

That's 252 feet.
That gives us 76.8 meters.

A difference
of about 17 meters.

That's--Fifty-two feet.

Meaning she had to fall
from the top floor or
the machine room above it.

Very impressive,
Mr. Fisher.

[ Sighs ]
Well, I'll still wind up
like her one day.

You ever think of finding
a girlfriend, Mr. Fisher?

I've got one.

Jill. She's very beautiful.

Yes... now.

Patty Hoyle.
She's one of the people who
didn't check into the building.

Angela's sketch matches
the picture on her I.D. card.

What? So Cam is actually
going to write you a letter
so you can get the chair?

That's right. She understands
how the game is played.

She works for
the same man as you.

That's right.The man
who doesn't exist.

Wow. Can you imagine
working in a place
like this?

No. It's not sterile,
and there's no room
for diagnostic equipment...

or sufficient bone storage.No, Bones.

I meant the little cubicles.
Look at 'em.
They look like caged animals.

Throughout history,
you can find examples
of human beings...

adapting to virtually
any environment.

Like you and the chair.Me? Whoa!
You're way off base.

Ziff-Young. Hold the line,
please. Ziff-Young.
Hold the line, please.

Ziff-Young. Hold the line, please.

- Ziff-Young.
Hold the line, please. Oh.
- Thank you.

Did you find out who it was?
The whole building's
been wondering.

I was there
in the elevator.
It was horrible.

Slow down, okay?
Uh, did this woman
show up to work?

Oh, Patty-- Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Patty? Really?

- It's Patty, Chip. It was Patty in the elevator.- Oh, man.

We still have
to verify identity
with dental records.

Hey, everybody!
In the elevator,
it was Patty.

- No, not Patty. Pretty Patty?
- Whoa. Could you just
keep it quiet? Please?

What's going on?
What about Patty?

This is Patty's area right over here.

Patty decorated the place herself.

- Even painted the frogs.
- Lot of frogs.

- She was that kind of person.
- One who adjusted to
an impersonal workplace.

Nice chair.

We're gonna have to look
in her computer.

Whatever you need.
Uh, it's all company property.

I can get you the password.

So you last saw her
on Friday?

She was still here
when I left, yeah.
Working late as usual.

She-She was the best
office manager you can imagine.

See, Booth? Some people
accept their position
as a drone.

Are you calling me a drone?Well, it's not
a pejorative statement.

Without the drones,
the hive would die.

Anyone else work here late? Are you kidding?

- Especially on Friday.
- Did Patty have any enemies?

Well, we all have
to break a few eggs
to make an omelet.

Do you know if she caught
any of your employees
smoking marijuana?

Marijuana? No.

So, no history
of drug use here?

[ Clears Throat ]

Ted Russo was arrested last year
for smoking pot
at a concert in the park.

But he is a good worker.
He promised me he hasn't
touched the stuff since.

Ted?Yeah?

- Oh, hey, what's up?
- Ted, the leg found in
the elevator, it was Patty.

Oh, dude.

Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan
would like to ask you
a few questions.

Hi, Ted.

We found the remnants
of a joint...

in the room where Patty
could've been pushed
into the elevator shaft.

I don't smoke, man.
My-My eyes look like this 'cause
I have allergies. [ Sniffs ]

We pulled D.N.A.
from the saliva
on the cigarette paper.

Really?Mm-hmm.

We can get a court order
to take a sample from you.

All right. Sure, you know.
I smoke a little weed.
Wouldn't you?

Locked up in these veal pens all day.

You know, collating invoices?
I'm an artist, man.

But my dad cut me off.
So without this place,
I'd starve to death.

What happened, Ted?
Patty catch you?

Threaten to fire you,
and you killed her?

Ted, if you think
these cubicles are small,

wait till you see
the inside of a cell, pal.

[ Ted ] How many times
do I have to say it?
I didn't kill Patty.

Would you call her a friend?She was
the office manager, man.

You know,
eyes always on me,
you know?

"Why are you using
so many envelopes,
Russo?"

"Gee, like,
maybe 'cause
I'm sending out letters?"

But I didn't kill her.

- Did you think
she was a bitch?
- No, I--

What?Here.

Right there. See that?
That's Patty's car.

"Bitch."
That an example.
of your artwork?

No. Yeah,
I didn't do that.

We found your roach
in the elevator machine room...

where we also found
parts of Patty's body
crushed in the hoistway.

We found two weeks'
worth of invoices
that you hadn't completed.

Maybe Patty caught you?
You keyed her car?

You went back
to the machine room
for a quick toke and to chill.

Patty walks in on you,
she catches you, threatens
your job. You kill her.

Dude, you are so off base.

Let me have your keys.Why?

Is that a no?
'Cause I'll just go
get a court order.

Oh, look at that.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Wasn't too hard.

The depressed intern
is quite clever.

His analysis of the impact
fissures supports Booth's theory
of where the body was dropped.

Great.
[ Sighs ]

I don't know how to act
around Hodgins.

I... beg your pardon?

We just ended a relationship
that was intense,
both emotionally and sexually.

Now rather than intense,
we're just... plain tense.

We don't look at each other.
Everything is fraught
with meaning.

Brennan, you're supposed
to say something.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
What am I supposed to say?

Something that will
make me feel better.

Huh. Huh.

Um, well, both Hodgins
and you mean a lot to me.

But since
you're my best friend,
I guess I could fire Hodgins.

What? No. Huh?

I-I-I don't want you
to fire him.Well, that's good.

Because I would have
disliked doing that.

Yeah. Of course.

Thank you, though,
for the offer.
It was-- It was very sweet.

- So I helped?
- Oh, absolutely, sweetie.

Thank you. It was--

Cam? [ Water Running ]

Hi. Listen, I appreciate
the doctor's note.

But you can't send it in.Too late.
That's just a copy.

This note, it makes me
sound like an invalid.

You want the chair,
don't you?No, I want to keep my job.

"Agent Booth suffers from
multi-level disk disease...

with herniation
of the L4-5 disk,

producing radi '‘cululer'--"Radicular.

"radicular pain
in a sciatic distribution."

This letter's gonna
get me a gurney,
not a chair.

I'm a coroner.
Tell them I confused you
with a corpse.

Am I the only one
taking this seriously?

You are now.
You're welcome.

You look bummed.What? No.

It's just sometimes
answers pose more questions
than they answer.

Thus the melancholy.Did you discover
cause of death yet?

Life, man.
Life is always
the cause of death.

Okay.
Now you're just a tool.
Why are you here?

Well, I was hoping
you could maybe give me
a little inspiration,

being a mentor and all.

All I have
are the facts, man.

Initial particulate analysis
shows a thin layer...

of styrene acrylate copolymer
on her sweater.

It's, uh, copier toner.She worked in an office.

She probably got dirty
changing a cartridge.

She was an office manager
wearing a cashmere sweater.

I doubt
changing the cartridge
was her responsibility.

Not to mention,
the toner dust was all over
her front and back.

Very cool.

She probably spent
a little time rolling around
the copy room floor.

Huh.

Anything else?Yeah.

Yeah. There were
some stains on different
sweater fragments...

consisting of hesparic acid,
ascorbic acid,

Citrus sinensis,furfural,proteolytic enzyme, alcohol,

triarylmethane dye,
a.k.a. brilliant blue--
It's a food coloring.

Do you think the stain
is relevant to the case?

Before I can answer that,
I need to know what it is.

I get it.

We live our lives in darkness
hoping for a sun
that seldom shines--

Go away, Fisher.

Forensics analyzed
Ted Russo's keys.

There's no evidence
of red paint transfer
from keying the car.

This is a very efficient
work space. It affords a minimum
amount of human interaction...

so the workers can concentrate
solely on productivity.

[ Booth Sighs ]
It's demoralizing.

Don't look at me like that. I'm not some kind of a drone.

You have superiors
to whom you must report,
protocols you must follow.

All of your actions are
documented and reviewed.

Look, I do not work for some
faceless bureaucracy, okay?

I work for the United States
government, and so do you.

Which makes you
a drone too.No.

No, I'm a completely
independent contractor operating
out of the Jeffersonian.

In the hive,
I would be the queen bee.

- Still in the hive!
- In which I am the queen.

Okay, what do we got?We found dried toner
in a section of the floor...

and fabric threads that might
match the victim's clothes.

Send them all
to Dr. Hodgins
at the Jeffersonian.

[ Muttering ]
Says the queen bee.What?

- Nothing. - [ Brennan ] Use the A.L.S. in this area.

Booth, the light?

Tell you what.
I am gonna be the king bee
in my department.

There's no such thing
as a king bee.Sure there is.

And he's gonna have
the finest chair
in the hive.

This area might
also have staining...

that could help Hodgins
identify what else
was on the victim's clothes.

Remove this section of carpet
and send it to the lab.What is it?

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]I'm not sure. Cam and Hodgins
will have to check it.

The lights?Yeah, yeah.

Booth.
Right.

Just send it to my phone
right away.

-What's going on?
-Computer forensics went through
the victim's hard drive.

Seems like she got
a really angry
e-mail last week.

It's from somebody
who works here.
Dave Farfield.

"You self-entitled bitch.
You are done playing
with me.

You'll pay. Trust me.
Love and kisses, Dave."

[ Brennan ] Do you have an employee named Dave Farfield?

- Yes.
Well, actually no.
- Okay. Which is it?

Well, Dave worked here
for eight years.
But he was let go last Thursday.

- You fired him?
- That's right.

- Oh, God.
- What?

Well, it was Patty.
She told me that Dave
was a problem--

disruptive,
not doing his work.

So it was Patty
who got him fired?

She showed me an inflammatory
e-mail that he wrote to her.

And I agreed with Patty.
It wasn't right.

And Dave knew that
he was fired because of Patty?

Yes.

Oh, my.

I don't get it.
Keying someone's car is
a federal offense now?

So you admit
you did it?No.

But did you ever meet Patty?

Someone was just
accurately describing her.

I mean, what other kind of
person would call the F.B.I.
because she had her car keyed?

Patty's dead, Dave.

Whoa. Wait a second.
Is that why I'm here?

Okay, look, sir,
I admit that I keyed her car.

But she purposefully parked across the line so I couldn't get into my space.

I mean, every day,
I would have
to squeeze the car in.

I scratched the whole side
of my Corolla.

- And that car was cherry.
- You hated her.

She got me fired
because I turned her in
to the parking guards.

But it's not like I'm the only
one that didn't like her.

Your coworkers
seemed to like her.No, no. She drove us all crazy.

She docked Hamid's pay one time
because he put too much
half-and-half in his coffee.

And then she had me reported
for excessive use
of the Internet.

And I was the I.T. guy.

So where were you
Friday night, Dave?

I was at Paradise Isle.
I met Chip over there.

Chip? Chip's a guy from work.

I got a little tanked.
I bitched about getting fired.

Chip drove me home 'cause, like
I said, I got a little tanked.
But I was home before 8:00.

You got an alibi
after that? I was online.

You can check the log or ask,
uh-- uh, Thrustkiller278
or, uh, Donnerparty819.

Right.

Her body sustained severe
postmortem damage--

comminuted crush fractures of
the upper and lower extremities,

burst fractures
of the thoracic
and lumbar vertebrae,

and sheering
of the spinous processes.

- Your reconstruction
looks good.
- It's incomplete. I suck.

This woman was mulched
in an elevator shaft.

Given her condition,
I'm impressed
with your work.

Come on, Mr. Fisher.
Let me see
a little smile.

That's the ticket.

I also found incomplete
bilateral compression fractures
of ribs R3 to R11.

There's inward deformation
to the lateral aspects.

Curve patterns are consistent
with the outer edge of a shoe.

I looked at several sections of the epidermis from the area of patterned abrasions.

Didn't find any hemorrhage
in the soft tissue.

So she was stomped
postmortem.

Why stomp on someone
when they're already dead?Good question.

And I have another.
Did you figure out
cause of death yet?

I told you, man.
I suck.

Buck up, Mr. Fisher. You give me
cause of death, I give you
a Kierkegaard T-shirt.

Hey.Hello.

Your fries look good.You want some?

If you don't want 'em.
So I need some advice.

I have office hours,
Miss Montenegro.
This is--

Look, how do I
deal with Hodgins?
I mean, we broke up.

So I just want it
to be over with...

so I can get back to work
without all this
unspoken drama.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Well, uh, first,
I think it's important
to find out what went wrong,

why you were involved
in an unsuccessful relationship.

Who said it was unsuccessful?You're not together anymore,
are you?

Do you love
your parents?Yes.

But you don't
live together anymore.

Does that mean your relationship
with Mom and Dad
was unsuccessful?

I don't think
it's the same.I do.

Sometimes
you have to move on,
whatever your feelings.

When we create intimate
sexual relationships,

and if the relationship
isn't functioning
the way it should,

one is left with anxiety
and confusion that will remain
until dealt with.

Okay. So let's
deal with it.

It's gonna take longer
than us sitting here
for a few minutes.

We need to find out why
you were attracted to him
in the first place.

He has kind eyes,
great sense of humor,
cute ass--

He does this thing
where--No.

No, um, I meant, what are those
things in your past that have
led you to Dr. Hodgins...

and what he represents to you
as an archetype.

You know what? I'm gonna
look at my schedule.

But, uh, we should probably
start by meeting twice a week.

No.
I think I'm okay.

Therapy can't be rushed.Look, Sweets.

The way I look at it,
if I'm shot by an arrow,

I-I don't need to know
where the arrow was made,

or what kind of bow
it came from or even
who it was who shot me.

I just need to get it
out of my chest.
[ Sighs ]

So, thank you.
This has been helpful.

[ Chuckles ]
You're good.

Mmm.Thanks for the fries.

Go ahead.
Help yourself.

Found another mystery stain
on this piece of her skirt.

It's body fluid.
So it's your problem.

[ Saroyan ] What have we here?

Do you think
I'm off my game
because of Angela?

Because of all this
residual stuff between us?

Every time I look at her,
I still think about--

Semen.What? No.

I was gonna say
something much more
romantic than that.

- This stain, it's semen.
- Oh. Right.

I was also given a swatch
of carpet from the copy room
that had a stain. Also semen.

Now we know the victim
was on the floor
of the copy room...

and that there were
semen stains on the floor
and now on her skirt?

My guess is
the stains will match.

[ Booth ]
Patty Hoyle ordered,
uh, food Friday night.

Had it delivered to
the office. Guess whose
credit card she used?

Well, I really don't
have enough data
to make an educated guess.

Oh, her boss's.
Gary Flannery.

[ Elevator Dings ] [ Chattering ]

Mmm. It seems like pretty
Patty was sleeping her way
up the food chain with the boss.

Flannery's married.
Maybe she threatened
to expose the affair,

and he decided to kill her
to keep her quiet.

Just because tech support
is in India doesn't mean
I get special treatment.

Patty knew that.Just call them, please.

[ Clears Throat ]Excuse me,
Mr. Flannery.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions about
your credit card statement.

And I'd like to ask him
for a D.N.A. sample.Now.

Patty was a valued employee, and that is all.

Come on. Do you
think I'm gonna slam you
for having a little fun?

It happens.
Late-night meetings.

- A little cleavage.
- No. I'm a married man.

Then why did you give her
your credit card?

Uh, for the occasional
business expense.

- Room service, massage--
- Mmm.

Shiatsu-- one hour-- a purse,
300 dollars' worth of lingerie.

I was not having sex
with Patty!

- Why did she have
your credit card?
- And semen on her skirt?

No!

[ Murmurs ]

Patty decided to run
an expendables audit.

All right?
She wanted to account
for every damn pencil.

And she found out I was
ordering extra office supplies
and selling to Surplus Online.

She was gonna report me
to corporate.

But she said she would keep
her mouth shut if I let her
use my card now and then.

Oh, she had
the whole office
under her thumb.

Knew everyone's business,
the sneaky bitch.

So she was blackmailing you. That's not easy to stop, is it?

But I didn't kill her!
Please.

You can't tell
the head office.
I've got a family.

I could lose my job,
my health care, my pension!

Shut up.
Open your mouth.

Ahh.

What have you found? The pelvis.

The anteroposterior diameter
is 160 millimeters.

Transverse diameter
is 240 millimeters.

Listen to me.
[ Chuckles ]

Reducing the pelvic inlet,
the orifice of life,
to a numerical abstract.

We need mathematical constructs
to understand any aspect
of our world, Mr. Fisher.

And those figures
and equations
are beautiful.

Like a musical composition,
they give life meaning...

and us the possibility of knowing the unknowable.

Right.

There's no evidence that
the body was disarticulated...

prior to being
shoved down the chute.

So she either
went in headfirst
or feet first.

Given that, I've cut a hole
that corresponds to
the measurements of the chute.

There's only one problem.

Any way you turn it,
the pelvis won't fit.

So the body couldn't
have entered the shaft
by that chute.

But since it still
had to fall a minimum
of 60 meters--

It was dumped
from the 16th floor.
I'll call Booth.

D.N.A. results came back.
The two semen stains
are a match--

the one from her skirt
and the one from
the copy room floor.

But they're not
from the boss.
Sorry.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, hi.

Look, this tension between us,
I hate it.

I mean, I know that
we broke up and everything.

But I've experienced loss before
and lived through it.
And you have too.

I'm not gonna pretend this
didn't happen because it
might be easier that way.

I'm gonna relive us
huddled last winter
in that cabin in Montana...

when the lights went out
and the heat went out...

and laughing our asses off
when you tried explaining
that spectrometer thingy to me.

So I'm not gonna hide anymore.
And I'm not gonna
walk on eggshells.

I'm just gonna accept
that this whole
damn mess happened,

and, pain or not,
I'm glad it did.

Okay.

[ Exhales ]
Right.

So Forensics
didn't find any prints?

[ Sighs ] No. Cleaning crew
came in over the weekend and
wiped down the elevator doors.

Well, no blood.
What's that?

What?That.

Those are my cupcakes. I got 'em
for the H.R. officer at work.

- I heard she loves 'em.
- So fraud andbribery?

No, 12 years of service
and lumbar support, okay?

It's all a matter
of perception.

[ Scoffs ]
Okay.

Don't say it like that.
"Okay," like I'm
some kind of a kid.

Okay.

It's looking
pretty good too, Bones.
I mean, Willie Ackerman?

He got cut off the list
'cause he got his note
from an acupuncturist.

And that doesn't
even count.
Ha! Boob.

Watch out. I'm gonna
try this again.

Oh, man!
Ah, forget it!

There's no way that
I could keep that open
long enough to dump a body.

And I'm in shape.Must've been someone
that was stronger than you.

You're kidding me, right?
Have you seen the people
in these offices?

Compared to them,
I'm Hercules.Oh, apparently not.

Maybe you do need that chair.

Or maybe it was two people.

1,263 bone fragments,

and I've checked
every single one of them.

The only cause of death
I see is on the squamous
temporal bone.

The localized staining
would be consistent
with blunt-force trauma.

Except there's no sign of that
on the exterior of the skull.

Then it was probably caused
by a ruptured aneurysm.

Which would make her death
an accident.

And our pursuit for a villain
merely a cry for justice
in an unjust world.

But if it's an accident,
it wouldn't account
for the elevator or the semen.

True.
[ Sighs ]

I should've found that earlier. [ Sighs ]

Dr. Brennan's gonna fire me,
isn't she?

I guess, while I was trying to see the metaphorical sun,

I totally forgot that
the chances of survival
in an unfriendly cosmos--

- Have you considered
Prozac, Mr. Fisher?
- Already on it.

Then double your dose.
'Cause you're
bringing me down.

And that's hard to do,
'cause I have worked
with death for years.

And you are making it
all look like
good times now.

So get it together,
okay, Eeyore?

- What have you found?
- [ Saroyan ] An aneurysm.

It should've been
caused by trauma to
the ectocranial surface.

But there's no evidence
of trauma at all.Very good, Mr. Fisher.

What do you see there?

Two tiny punctures approximately
seven millimeters apart.

And what's very good?
I totally missed them!

You found the hemorrhagic stain
that led us here.

[ Fisher ] So what caused them-- snake fangs?

Eastern pipistrelle bat?
Uh, a vampire?

Fingerprint powder.

[ Fisher ] What are you doing?

A fine horizontal bar
terminating in
two vertical protrusions.

Oh, my God.

She was killed by a staple.

A staple?Mm-hmm.

How do you kill somebody
with a staple?

It perforated the thinnest
part of the calvarium,
the squamous temporal bone,

causing Miss Hoyle's
pre-existing aneurysm
to rupture.

How do you get somebody
to stand still
while you staple them?

There's a small depression
near the wound that suggests
the stapler was thrown.

So whoever did this
didn't mean to kill her.No, I can't confirm that.

It's common sense, Bones.
One doesn't usually use
a stapler as a murder weapon.

And they certainly
couldn't have known
that she had an aneurysm.

I'll concede
on both points.Tell you what.

My boys are looking
for the murder weapon.
Maybe we can pull some prints.

Patty has sex with someone
who then hits her
with a stapler.

It's an odd
work environment.

Okay, you are not
gonna believe this.

Yeah? Try topping
death by office supplies.

I was racking my brain
over the trace analysis
from the sweater.

Furfural,
proteolytic enzyme,
triarylmethane dye--

Hodgins, Hodgins, Hodgins.
Eyes are glazing over.

It's a Blue Hawaiian.

What's a Blue Hawaiian?Oh, it's a potent cocktail.

Two of those puppies,
and you're asking yourself,

"Hey, why am I naked
and who are all these people?"

[ Hodgins ]
Brilliant blue F.C.F.
from the blue curaçao.

Furfural from the rum. Proteolytic enzyme-- pineapple. Alcohol speaks for itself.

Is this the sort of
beverage they would serve
at the Paradise Isle?

Yeah. Comes in
one of those, uh,
ceramic monkey heads.

So the killer must've
stepped in a spilled drink.

Given the high level
of fructose and sugarcane,
it would've adhered to his shoe.

He stomps on the victim,
and presto--

her sweater lights up
with more traces
than a luau pig.

Dave was at Paradise Isle.
But his alibi checks out.

Yeah. But Dave
was there with Chip,
who gave him a ride home.

But we don't know what Chip did
for the rest of the night.

Good work, Hodgins. Now you
can have a french fry.Thanks. Hey, man.

Hey, I think Angela and I
are cool now. [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- We talked, and I think--
- Brennan.

You know what?
Just keep it to yourself.

We'll be right there.
[ Quietly ]
We gotta go.

Have all the fries you want.
Pay the bill too.

I wanted to talk
to you guys...
about... Angela.

I was filing
the D.N.A. test
I ran on Gary's saliva.

Oh, it does match
after all?No.

But I did double-check the semen
sample from the victim's skirt
with the one on the floor.

And they do match.

And according to
the deterioration
of the sperm tail,

the ejaculate's
from Friday night.

That must've been
some happy hour.The night she was murdered.

You can tell all that
from their little tails?

Yes. And I can also tell
that our man is probably
of Asian descent.

Oh. By the way
they swim.

No. From 42 specific
D.N.A. sequences.

Yeah.
Probably more exact.

I'm not sure if that's helpful. There are three billion Asian people in the world.

But only one who works
in the office.And he was at Paradise Isle.

Found the murder weapon, Chip.

A stapler?Yep, stapler.

- Picked it up in a Dumpster
behind your building.
- Someone threw it at her.

We found some of Patty's hair
embedded in the slide, as well
as a trace of blood.

So, uh, what do you need
from me? I'll help any way
I can. I liked Patty.

Enough to make love to her
in the copy room on the floor?

[ Chuckles ]
God, no.
She was my boss.

We also found semen
on the floor of the copy room
and on her skirt.

The D.N.A. showed
it was from an Asian male.

You're the only person
of Asian descent
in the office, Chip.

Look at this.
We have a court order here
for your D.N.A.

Okay, you're right.
I was sleeping with Patty.
But I wanted to end it.

So I had a couple drinks
to get up my courage and
went back to the office.

- Then what happened?
- I told her we had to stop.

Because we were
gonna get caught.

She threatened to report me
for sexual harassment if I didn'tkeep sleeping with her.

She was calling Gary
to report me.

- So you threw
the stapler at her?
- It hit her in the head.

And she just... dropped.

She had an aneurysm.
You ruptured it.

- I didn't know!
- Then what?

I... had to get rid of her.

I panicked,
dragged her into the hall...

opened the elevator doors and shoved her down the shaft.

How?

What do you mean "how?"

[ Straining ]

[ Gasps ]

It must've been
the adrenaline.

You know with that,
you can lift a car,
right?

Is this enough adrenaline
for you?

[ Whimpers, Gasps ]
Okay.

Look at that.
Two people.
Who's helping you?

No one! It was just me.

Somebody had to have helped you
hold the doors open while you
kicked her down the shaft.

No!Who are you protecting,
Chipper?

Booth,
can you take the door? Got it. Got it.

All right.

[ Brennan ]
There.

Okay, what is that?It looks like a piece
of fingernail.

Blue nail polish.[ Sighs ]

Chip tried to protect me?

Yes.That's just like him,
you know?

Whenever I have too many
calls on hold, he'd always
answer the phone.

He totally didn't
have to do that.

The best way for you to help him
is just to tell me the truth.

Okay. Well, we both
have roommates.

So... sometimes,

we'd make love
in the office.

We were in the copy room...

and we thought
we were alone.

But Patty came back
for something,
and she caught us.

And she said she was
going to report us.

I mean, no one
in the office could date.

It was against company policy.
She said we'd both be fired.

So you threw the stapler.

I-I was so sick of her
sticking her nose in everything.

She-She went over to the phone
to report us to Gary. And--

I threw the stapler.
I didn't mean to kill her.

I just wanted
to be with Chip.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Sobbing Continues ]

I see you got your throne.

That's right.
The chair. Looks nice.

Another victory
for the hive.

H.R. said you called.Yes.

- But I didn't lie to them.
I wouldn't do that.
- You must've said something.

Because she didn't even
eat her cupcakes,
and the chair was here.

No. I just told them
why I felt it was important
for you to have it. That's all.

And, uh, why is that?
Because even a mindless drone--

[ Sighs ]
deserves some perks?

No. Because of how important
you are to them.

I mentioned your dedication
and courage and sensitivity.

Sensitivity?Yes, Booth.

I mean, even today
with that young woman
who killed her boss.

It's very impressive.

Anyway, I said that
a chair is a good way...

to show the other employees
in the office...

how much those qualities
are valued.

Hmm. Well, it worked.

I'll never understand why
you felt you had to lie
to get the chair.

I mean, you could've
just told them about
yourself on your own.

Because that
would've been bragging,
even though it was true. Oh!

Ow!You okay?

Yeah, no. It's just, uh,
I think some of the padding
in the back here is worn out.

And when I lean back,
it's-- Hits--

So Agent Kelton overstated
the attributes of the chair?

No. No.

Oh, this thing is great.
Kidding me?

It's, uh--
Even though it's an antique.

It doesn't tilt back... yet.
And it smells like
a 300-pound dead guy.

- So you like it?
- Are you kidding me?
Love it!

I'm not giving this baby up
for anything, huh?

Whoa!
Uh-oh!

Uh, the little
up-and-down thingy's
a little touchy.

[ Grunts ] [ Metal Clicks ]

[ Booth ] Ow.

What's that mean?