All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E08 - The Foot in the Foreclosure (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Woman ]
It's a buyer's market,
so this place is a steal.

And the owner's wife died,
so he's motivated.

I'd be surprised
if another agent
doesn't already have an offer.

What's that smell?

It's probably
the neighbors.

I hear they love
to barbecue.

It's a very friendly
neighborhood.

Now, the master bedroom
has been beautifully redone...

with coffered ceilings
and all new carpeting.

You ask me,
it's to die for.

I'm sorry. He was
supposed to clean up.

That's a foot.Oh, my God!
[ Gasping ]

[ Sighs ]
Crap.

I thought your grandfather
lived in a nursing home.

It's a retirement community.
It's not a prison. He can leave
anytime that he wants.

I think it's nice
he wants to stay
with you for a while.

Did something happen
in the nursing home?

If I tell you, you're
just gonna read into it
and all sorts of stuff.

I won't.He slugged a nurse.

- A male nurse.
- Okay. Well, actually, that's
pretty straightforward.

Hostile, aggressive,
antisocial behavior--

- Sweets. He wanted to smoke
a cigar in his room.
- A cigar?

That's interesting.No, it's not.
He's a tough guy. That's all.

- Hey, Shrimp! Shrimp!
- Hey, Pops!

- How ya doin'?
[ Chuckles ]
- "Shrimp"?

I imagine Booth
used to be shorter.Oh.

Ha, ha! Pops.
Bring it over!
How ya doin'?

[ Chuckling ]
Bang, bang.
Come on over, Pops.

Nice place. The ptomaine
come with the food, or do you
have to order it on the side?

[ Nervous Chuckle ]
This here's
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Very nice to meet you,
Mr. Booth.Well.

You weren't kidding.

- What did you tell him?
- Nothing. You can give
her hand back now.

All right.
You can call me Hank,
sweetheart.

- Okay, Hank.
- And who's this,
a friend of Parker's?

No, this here's Dr. Sweets.

A doctor?
I don't think so.

- No, it is.
- It's true.

- Where'd you get your M.D.,
in a Cracker Jack box?
- [ Booth, Chuckles ] Yeah.

So, what do you
got on score?
I'm ready for some action.

Well, I figure
we'd play some dominoes,
and then, after that, maybe go--

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]Sorry. Excuse me.
Sorry, Pops.

[ Beeps ]Booth.

Yeah. Okay. On our way.
Got a case.

Good! I can help.
I-I was an M.P., you know.

You can't come, Pops.
Why don't you meet me back
at the apartment, all right?

All right. All right.
I'll call a cab.

No, Sweets here--
He'll give you a ride,
okay, Pops?

It was nice
to meet you, Hank.Sure.

See you, Pops.
Bang.

Uh, so, shall we go?

You got room on your bicycle
for my bag?

[ Nervous Chuckle ]

Are you sure
you can handle him?

He must've been
in a nursing home
for a reason.

Oh, Pops. He had triple
bypass surgery about, oh,
I'd say three months ago.

He didn't wanna
be on his own.

Hey, if he wants to be
with me now, that's cool.

What if he wants
to make it permanent?He's family, Bones.

Nothing trumps family.
Just remember that, okay?

All right.
Let's go. Open up.
After you, Bones.

- Thank you.
- [ Men Chattering ]

This wouldn't have happened
if I'd been here.

She told me to move out.
Said the place
would look better.

Let me handle this.
Hi. I'm Katie Selnick.

I'm the real estate agent,
and this is Howard Fileman.
He's the owner of the house.

I know that this is a really
bad time, but it is a buyer's
market, so if you could poss--

Whoa. Show a little
compassion, all right?

I need a list of everyone
who had access to the house.

That includes
real estate agents.
That includes clients.

That's an awfully long list.Then you better start getting
to work there, Katie.

Here you go.
Please stay there.
Thank you. Whoa!

[ Brennan ]
Whoever this was
burned to ash overnight.

Give me some space, please.
Back up.

- So, nothing else burned?
- Nothing else.

Hey, maybe it was
the candle here on the cake.

Stop! Everyone freeze.

[ Quietly ]
This hand is very fragile,
especially the phalanges.

Any motion
may cause the rest of it
to just fall apart.

[ Hushed ]
Okay, we're frozen now, Bones.
What can we do?

I need some kind
of spray adhesive,

like hair spray.

- She must have some.
- I'll go get some.

It'd be best if you
didn't lift your feet
when you moved.

[ Whispering ]
Yes.[ Feet Sliding Across Carpet ]

- Careful.
- Yeah.

Ah.

There appear to be wounds
on this hand,

but... we won't know
what weapon caused them--

if I don't stabilize
the ash.

- Okay. Can I move now?
- Gently.

Right. So, what are we
talking about here--
spontaneous combustion?

- There's no such thing.
- Come on, Bones. Electrical
currents in your body.

They start sparking.
And then before you know it--
whoosh! Flame on.

- Well, that's absurd.
- Oh, really?
Then what happened?

I have absolutely no idea.

Exactly.
Spontaneous combustion.

I think Booth
was onto something.What, spontaneous combustion?

Well, the so-called instances
of spontaneous combustion...

can actually be explained
by a phenomenon known
as the wick effect.

Here's the classic example.

Heavyset guy passes out
from booze, holding
a lit cigarette.

He drops the cigarette
onto his pajamas.

[ Imitates Flames Igniting ]
The fire melts his belly fat.

The fat soaks into the bedding,
creating what is essentially
a slow-burning human candle,

the pajamas being the wick.

Fat burns in, not out,
which explains why nothing else
caught on fire.

Based on the position
of the body,

the victim was either
unconscious or dead
when the fire started.

People who die in a fire show
signs of motion-- trying to
get away from the flames.

- This person never moved.
- [ Device Beeps ]

Tox screen
from the tissue
on the foot...

showed no signs
of drugs or alcohol.

So then the victim was killed
before the fire even started.

Yes. I think
Booth wants him
to move in.

Wow, that's a big step.

Well, Hank raised Booth
after his father left.

- Seeley'd do anything for him.
- Booth is a good man.

[ Hodgins ]
Well, well.

Showing a little interest
in the personal lives of
your coworkers there, Clark?

No. I just meant that--

Well, I had a grandparent who
lived with us when I was young.

And yes, I am.

Too often, we don't appreciate
the elderly until they're gone.

I just find Agent Booth's
actions to be commendable
and moving.

You're moved?

Yes. I'm moved.

And now I'm not.

Based on the markers,

I say we're
looking at a female.

The victim
had Haglund's Deformity.

Very good, Dr. Edison.

Haglund's Deformity.

It's a bony enlargement on the
heel that's caused by wearing
ill-fitting high-heeled shoes.

Judging by the microfractures
remodeling to the tarsus
and metatarsus,

the victim also had
plantar fasciitis.

There were also elevated levels
of leptin in the tox screen.

Taken together, that means
the victim was probably obese.

So we have to I.D.
a pile of ash...

based on only the fact
that it's a fat lady?

It's quite a challenge, I agree.

This orange goo
looks like melted polymers.
Can I grab a sample here?

Just be careful
of bone fragments.

- So what does he call
his grandfather?
- Uh, Pops.

I called mine Gramps.

Agent Booth,
this is Officer David Poe
with Third District.

- Sorry to disturb you, sir.
- What's up, Officer Poe?

Well, I'm here with
your grandfather, sir.Excuse me?

I'm fine, Seeley.
This cop just pinched me
for nothin'.

We're at Takoma Park.
I think he could use
a ride home.

Well, wh-what, is he hurt?
Is he okay?

He was a little bit confused
and disoriented.

Wait a minute.
Seeley, I'm fine.

I just took a subway
to see my friend Willie Lewis.

- I mention him to you?
We were in the 82nd together.
- Yeah, I remember, Pops.

Well, the son of a bitch
up and died on me.

They had the funeral
three weeks ago. I--
Nobody even told me.

I took a walk
to clear my head, and, uh,

well, I--
I got turned around.

Okay, listen, Pops, just--
I'm comin' to get you, okay?

- You're workin'.
- That's okay. It's okay, Pops.

- Just, uh, put me back on
with the cop.
- Here.

- Hi. Oh, Ms. Selnick.
Hold on.
- [ Selnick ] Oh, hi.

I have a list of some
of the people who had
access to the house.

Some?
I-I'll get more.

But I was showing a house.
The market is horrible.

I haven't made a sale in--Um, a woman is dead,
Ms. Selnick.

That doesn't
bother you at all?I know it should.

My therapist says
I'm afraid to feel.You know what?

You really should be afraid
of going to jail for obstructing
a murder investigation.

I want those names by tomorrow.
Tomorrow.

I'm on my way, Officer Poe.
Tomorrow.

[ Brennan ]
The wounds appear
to be defensive,

but this section of hand is
too fragile to take a mold.

[ Angela ] I'm making a 3-D
rendering, which is essentially
a virtual mold.

Hey, Booth must be cute
with his grandfather, huh?

Well, his grandfather
calls him Shrimp.

Booth seems to like it,
which I-I don't understand.

Well, it's because
it makes him feel loved,

like when he actually
was a shrimp.

So the moniker
is a sign of affection?

Very good, Brennan.

You never had a nickname?Oh, no.
Just what Booth calls me.

Just-- Just Bones.

The orange glob of goo--
polyethylene terephthalate.

Right. It's polyester.
It's a perfect wick.

She had to have been
wearing it when she was lit.Hey, let me see that.

Not enough residue for it
to be a coat or pajamas
or anything.

What about a vest?Yeah. I mean, could be.

Hmm. I think
I know this color.

Um, the computer can
match the exact shade
of color for us.

This is the Palettone
color wheel.

When a corporation wants
to standardize their logo,

they have Palettone
create a color for them.

This particular shade
of orange is known as...

PriceCo Blossom Orange.

This is the color of the vest
the employees wear.

- The victim worked at PriceCo.
- I'll tell Booth.

I just gotta make
one stop, okay, Pops?Is it about the murder?

Yeah. Yeah.
It's not gonna take long.
You sure you're all right?

Will you stop asking me that?
You never got lost?

Just because I'm maturing,
people think I'm going senile.

All right, all right.
Okay. Just asking.

Do you remember when
I taught you how to pitch?

You thought
I was too old then too.

I'll tell you, you had
the best sinker I ever saw.

I could never
get that one right.Your fastball could smoke mine.

Glad you're here, Pops.Yeah. And don't worry.

If you ever need a little
privacy with the bone doctor,
I'll make myself scarce.

Okay. Thanks.
But there's nothing
going on between us.

You gay?What? No.

She's a keeper.
You should listen to me.

I warned you about Rebecca
being a waste of time, didn't I?Come on, Pops.

I can take care of
my own love life.I don't think so.

I gotta get a book light.
I won't get in your way.

All right. Listen, uh,
Pops, do me a favor.

Why don't you just-- just stand
right here at the entrance,
right underneath this big sign?

I gotta go find the manager.

Well, go.
Keep America safe.

Don't wander off.
Stay right here.

Excuse me.
Um, where would I find
electrical tape?

Let's see.

I think--
I thi-- I think I can
help you find it.

This way.

Meg Tracy's
been AWOL since Tuesday.
Never called. Not like her.

Would you happen to have
an employee photo?Sure.

Did she do something?
I don't wanna get dragged
into anything.

No, we're just concerned
something may have happened
to her. That's all.

Maybe you heard complaints
about me?

But it's from
those slackers and deadbeats
who don't do their job.

I keep my nose clean.The photo.

I'll get her whole file.
Just leave me out of it.

Kitchen and bath,
right down there.Great. Thank you.

Pops, what are you doing?
You don't work here.
Why are you wearing that vest?

Well, three people said I was
a good greeter, so I got a vest.

- Okay, Pops. We gotta go.
Let's go. Take the vest off.
- My shift's not over.

No. You're not on a shift.
Will you just--

You think
this is the break room?
Because I will fire you.

Slow down, okay?
This here
is my grandfather.

He's just a big fan
of the store.

He's always wanted
to work here,
but not today.

We gotta get this file back
to Bones, okay? Thanks.Mm-hmm.

I quit!Yeah, he quits.
Come on.

[ Woman ]
Where would I find
fertilizer for azaleas?

Aisle 4.

[ Saroyan ]
This woman's
a size four, tops.

She must have recently
lost a significant
amount of weight.

Her doctor confirmed
that she had been treated...

for both the microfractures
we found in the foot
and the Haglund's Deformity.

But on her last visit with him,
she weighed 234 pounds.

Baby had back.

Sorry. I don't know
where that came from.

The doctor's X-rays
of the foot match ours.
It's Meg Tracy.

If Meg was thin,
why so much ash?

Because there was someone else
in bed with Meg.

Two people died
in that fire.

[ Saroyan ]
So now we're looking
at a double murder.

Given the amount
of ash and bone,

these remains represent
approximately 380 pounds
of human.

We know that Meg Tracy
weighed about 120,

which puts our
second victim at 260.

This is part
of the mental eminence.

Judging by the angle
of the jaw fragment,
the second victim was male.

A supersize male.

The cake on the table
was probably his.

I still don't have nearly
enough to give you a face.

I'm still working
on these inorganics.

I'll separate the male
and female bone fragments,

see if they share
any injuries.

We're still assembling evidence,
analyzing the bones and
constructing 3-D imagery.

They got lighter fluid and
Pres-to-Logs over at PriceCo.
They could burn somebody up.

There's no evidence
of an accelerant. Yet.

I saw the look
in her eyes.

- I was an M.P., you know.
- Pops, this is a little bit
more complicated...

than, you know, arresting
some drunk soldiers that
just wandered off the base.

I don't think so.[ Chuckles ]

Did I take
these blue pills?

Yeah, and you took
the yellow ones too.

I feel like a damn
chemistry experiment.

They didn't have
this stuff 50 years ago,
and everybody was fine.

Actually, medicine
has increased life expectancy
quite a bit since 1959.

- Fifty years ago,
you'd probably be dead.
- Bones.

Oh, I like her. She's real.
She's got balls.

Well, ovaries actually.

- All right. You got
a pair of steel ovaries.
- Thank you.

- Will you two please--
- Always so proper.
Will you loosen up?

- He's quite skittish when
the subject of sex comes up.
- No, I'm not.

-Maybe I didn't give him enough
information when he was a kid.
-[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]Booth. Oh, yeah.

I'll come in right now.
All right.

- What's goin' on?
- They brought in Meg Tracy's
roommate for questioning.

I should go talk to her.
Look, I'm sorry, Pops.We'll play dominoes later.

- You'll lose.
- You wish.

I love that kid.

I'm more proud of him
than anybody in the world.

I think he feels
the same way.

He had no one else
when his father walked out.

He was lucky to have you.

[ Sighs ]
I never had the nerve...

to tell him
that it was my fault.

What was?

Well, if I was a better man,
maybe I-- I could've figured
something else out.

But when I saw my son
hitting Seeley,

beating that little kid,

that was it.

I said, "Get out! You don't
deserve to be a father.

Get out!"

He never came back.

So I-- I was left with--
with the two boys.

You're a good man, Hank.

I didn't know
what else to do.

He was beating my grandson.

Look, when the time
is right,

you'll tell him.

And if he, uh--

if he needs it,
you'll hold him, okay?

Okay.

[ Sighs ]

I wondered why Meg hadn't
come back to the apartment.

I tried to call.
You're sure it's Meg?

I'm afraid so.
How long have you guys
been roommates?

Three years.
We were weight-loss buddies.

This year, the loser
paid for the other one
to go to Hawaii.

Incentive, you know?

I lost, obviously.

- So you paid for Meg's trip?
- Meg lost over
a hundred pounds.

I lost six.

How did she die?

Well, we're still working
on cause of death. Yeah.

She was with a man.

You happen to know
who, uh, Meg was dating?

Mmm. No one special.
I would've known.

She used to
meet different guys
at Club Jiggle.

Club Jiggle?

For thin people who, uh--

Let's say they appreciate
people my size.

I went myself
a couple of times,
but it was too freaky.

These skinny guys saying
they wanted to fondle my cankles
and eat brisket out of my navel.

- It skeeved me out.
- Brisket?

Right. That's a whole--
whole nother world, I guess.

Um, can you verify
where you were
the night of the 10th?

Um, there was
a big house party.

I was there
until after 2:00 a.m.

Um, can you do me a favor
and just, uh, you know,

write down the names
of, uh, people...

who could verify that they
saw you at the party there?

Am I a suspect?

You can get
the second victim's height
from bone fragments?

When subjected to intense heat,
the long bones warp, crack and
contract in predictable ways.

Based on the figures
that Clark gave me,

I was able to partially
reconstruct a male fibula.

[ Beeping ]

The amount of bone shrinkage
from heat exposure
was about 20%.

Which allows you
to calculate height.
That's brilliant.

We know our victim
was approximately 260 pounds.

Yeah, but based
on the fibula,
he was 5'5".

5'5", 260.
That's a start.

I'll tell Booth.

Meg may have been participating
in a "feeder and eater" fetish.

Her roommate said
that the guys at the club...

wanted to eat, uh, brisket
out of her navel.

Okay.
That would make sense.

Fetishes are common
in all sexually repressive
societies like ours.

Yeah, feeders and eaters
are a subcategory
of fat fetishism...

that involves
an obese person,
or an eater,

and a feeder that derives
sexual pleasure...

out of the gaining
and fondling of body fat.

That would explain the, uh--
the cake next to the bed.

Which I'm probably never
gonna wanna eat again.

Hank said you love cake.

I usually do. Well-- Wait.
Are we staying on point here?

Well, we were discussing
cake, weren't we?

- Oh, he's making you grilled
cheese tonight, by the way.
- Really?

Yes. I'm invited. Mmm.

How's it going
with your grandfather?

I know it can be very stressful
to be responsible for someone
who's elderly.

It's fine.

He does take
a lot of medication,
so he has health issues.

You have to stay
on top of that.

He took care of me
when I was sick.
I could take care of him.

It's not gonna be easy
for him to build a new life
here at his age.

And he's got a history
of aggressive behavior,
right?

- If he ever wants to talk,
I'd be more than happy--
- Sorry, sorry.

We were talking
about murder here, right?
Meg Tracy, fondling of fat?

Of course.
Right.

Why would Meg
go back to the club
if she wasn't fat anymore?

Meg lived for many years
as an obese woman.

Her obsession with food
is not something that
would just go away.

She would have to struggle
with it every day.

Right. So you're saying
that she missed overeating
so much...

that she fed other people
in order to feed herself?

Yes, exactly.

So, the eater became a feeder,
and somehow it got her killed.

Mm-hmm.

Pops has been
making grilled cheese
for a long time.

I had these about
three times a week.

They're amazing, right?Mm-hmm. Very good.

I learned how to make these
during the battle of Inchon.

American cheese
reminded us of home.
We kept fighting.

Come on. Dig in, Bones.
This is real food here.

- We should get
to the club, Booth.
- Bones is right.

- We got a lot of people
to interrogate, Pops.
- Oh, sure.

- Amazing, huh?
- What channel's
the fishing channel on?

135. All right.

You're out
of your Coumadin, Hank.

- Ah, I forgot.
So many pills.
- These pills are important.

If you forget to take them,
you could get clots, have
a heart attack or stroke.

- I don't think so.
- Pops, when was the last time
you took 'em?

A few days ago.

We have to go get this refilled.
He should take them right away.

I'm fine.No, no, no. You're coming
with us, okay, Pops?

I'm gonna make sure you
take 'em in front of me.
Come on.

[ Angela ]
The center of the palm
has some kind of injury.

Brennan suspects
it's defensive.

There was a cake
next to them.

Could the injury
be caused by a knife?No. It's not a knife.

See, the markings
are jagged.

Uh, it doesn't indicate
any recognizable weapon.

By filling in the injury,
I can make a virtual mold
of the injured area.

It's a nose.[ Laughing ]

Killed by a nose.
That'd be a first.

I'll see if I can match
any possible weapons.

Maybe something old.

[ Booth ]
So you took it, huh, Pops?
You took the pill?

I took it. You saw me.

I got you a pill box
that has a compartment
for each day's pills.

That way,
you won't forget.I won't forget.

So where we goin'?

Well, we're gonna go to, uh--
It's-- It's an unusual spot.

It's where, um--
What would be
the P.C. word for "fat"?

There's nothing wrong
with big women.

- Your grandma had
some jam in her jelly.
- All right, Pops.

Being overweight
wasn't always stigmatized.

During the Middle Ages
in Italy,

the wealthy and influential
members of society...

were called popolo grasso,
meaning, literally,
"fat people."

- Is she always like this?
- She always has the facts,
Pops. Always.

You should go on a game show.
You'd clean up.

I tell her that
all the time, but, you know,
she's already loaded.

She's got talent, charm,
beauty, money,

and you're just friends?

I didn't raise you
very well.

♪♪ [ Background: Hip-hop, Loud ] ♪ [ Man ] I like big butts
and I cannot lie ♪

♪ You other brothers
can't deny ♪

♪ That when a girl walks in
with an itty-bitty waist ♪

♪ And a round thing
in your face ♪

♪ You get sprung ♪

♪ Wanna pull up tough
'cause you noticed
that butt was stuffed ♪

♪ Deep in the jeans
she's wearing ♪

♪ I'm hooked
and I can't stop staring ♪

♪ Oh, baby
I wanna get wit' ya
and take your picture ♪

♪ My homeboys tried to warn me
but that butt you got
makes-- ♪

[ Woman ]
♪ You make me so horny ♪Freaky.

Hey, listen, Pops. I want you
to stick close, all right?

I don't want you disappearing
into one of those women.

They seem quite happy.
Obviously they haven't seen
their blood sugar levels.

Hi, baby.

You're not with
the celery stick, are you?

Oh, no. I mean yes.
Yeah, mm-hmm.

My-- My body mass index
is within the accepted
medical norms.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Listen, Pops. We're gonna
go talk to the bartender.
You gonna be okay?

- Pops!
- Will you stop
asking me that?

All right. Come on.

♪♪ [ Continues, Indistinct ]

♪ Baby got back ♪

- [ Booth Murmurs ]
- Is there a problem?

Just wanna ask you
a few questions.
Do you recognize this girl?

Yeah. Meg. She's been
coming here for years.

She just lost
a bunch of weight.
Guess she switched sides.

Did you ever see her with a man,
approximately 5'5", 260 pounds?

- Is Meg all right?
- She's dead.

That, like, help,
you know, jog your memory
a little bit there?

Oh, man. Yeah. Sure.

Um, let's see.
There was one guy.

- Yes?
- Glasses?

I don't know.
You tell us.Big, of course.

And short. Meg bought him
a bacon burger and some cake.

The guy loved cake,
just like Meg used to.

She must've fed him six pieces.
Devil's food.

Great. Great.
Do you got a name?

- Sorry. Did he kill her?
- He's dead too.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

He had a goatee.
Oh, wait. Hugo.
She called him Hugo.

Hugo. Great.
Thank you.Sure.

Yeah.Sorry about Meg.

We should see if there are
any Hugos on the real estate
agent's list.

Well, she hasn't
given me the list yet.Maybe she had a reason not to.

That's exactly
what I was thinking.
Look at that, huh?

[ Brennan Laughs ]
They like him.

Well, you know, he never
had any problems
with the ladies.

[ Woman Whoops ][ Laughing ]

- We should get him home.
- Nah. Let's just, uh, give him
a second there, huh?

He's having a good time,
all right? No rush.

♪ Baby got back ♪

♪ Little in the middle
but she got much back ♪

♪ Little in the middle
but she got much back ♪♪

Mr. Fileman, I didn't
expect to see you here.

Katie said she was gonna see you
and suggested I come along.

- You bring the list of people
who had access to the house?
- Yes, I did.

Right.
What's he doin' here?

- He can't sell his house
as long as it's a crime scene.
- Neither can you.

- That was nasty.
- But it's true.

Look, the bank is threatening
to foreclose, you know.
Like this is my fault?

I can't lose my house
before I have a chance to sell.
Katie said you could help.

I'm sorry, but it's
an active crime scene.

My wife and I built
that house together.

After she died,
I couldn't get any work.

Twenty-one years
as a master carpenter,
you know-- means nothing.

How is that fair?

If you could just sign a request
for a stay of foreclosure
for unforeseen circumstances,

like a government
investigation.

I brought the form,
Agent Booth.

- This isn't a very long list.
- Not a very good market.

Hugo Tucker.Hugo Tucker.

Tucker.

Uh, would he happen to have
been, uh, overweight, goatee,
glasses, by any chance?

Tucker.
Um, yeah, I think so.

He looked at the house
a few times.

- I thought he was
gonna make an offer.
- I remember him.

He, uh, really loved
the custom work I'd done.
Nice man.

Well, he's probably
the other victim.

Oh, God. Is this gonna
delay things more?

I'll see what I can do.

I've pulled all the teeth
we found in the ashes.

These incisors and molars,
they match the X-rays...

that were sent over
from Hugo Tucker's dentist.

So it's definitely him. Any
markers on the fragments that
could help Angela I.D. a weapon?

All the bone damage
I've found so far
is the result of the fire.

The heat causes the bones
to break apart...

into small crescent shapes,
like this.

Or they'll show
a crisscross pattern,
like this.

Huh. Have you gone
through them all?

- No, I'm still looking.
- Excellent.

Oh.

And I have to say,

I was pleasantly surprised
yesterday...

that you felt relaxed enough
to talk about your grandfather.

Oh, I'm human, you know.

I just believe
in working at work.I realize that. I didn't--

I loved my grandfather
very much, but...

I really should
have the discipline
to keep it to myself.

Of course.
Then carry on.

He never got to see
what I became.

What I do, it's--
it's for him.

I'm sure
he'd be very proud.

Hugo Tucker was single.Huh. Glasses and goatee.

Yeah. Signed in
at the open house.

I talked to his roommate.
There were no enemies.
He wasn't in debt.

There's no reason
why somebody would
want him dead.

Jealousy. What if Meg
had a boyfriend?

Roommate said there
was no one special.

I still don't like
that real estate lady.

Interesting.
I thought you didn't like
to go by your guts.

I was just trying it out.
It's not satisfying. [ Cell Phone Rings ]

Right.Brennan.

Oh, hi, Hank.

Hank? Wh-why is he
calling you?

Uh, for dinner.
Uh, tonight at 7:00.
We'll play dominoes after.

No, no, no.
Tell him he doesn't
have to make me dinner.

Booth says that you
don't have to make dinner.
[ Chuckles ] Okay.

He says shut up
and don't be late.

[ Laughs ]
Okay, Hank. All right.
Thanks. Bye.

Well, he said he's gonna
teach me how to kick your ass.

Ha! That'll be the day.
I don't think so.

I don't like that
real estate agent either.

- What if she was
sleeping with Hugo?
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

Give me that!
All right.Oh.

Listen, Pops. Okay?
We're trying to work here.

Not Pops, but I'm
interested to know
what's goin' on.

Nothin' special.
What is it, Hodgins?

So, this was melted
onto one of the bedsprings.

What is that?It's a Slim Ring.

One more time.
What is that?

It's a gastric
banding device...

that actually limits the amount
of food a person's stomach
can hold at one time.

A surgical means
of losing weight.

Well, that's how
she lost a hundred pounds
in such a short time.

- Hmm. So much for willpower.
- It has a serial number.

Yeah, exactly.
I talked to the doctor
who did the operation.

It turns out that
the Slim Ring was not
registered to Meg Tracy,

but it was registered
to her roommate,
Stephanie Stevens.

Whoa. Meg used
her roommate's insurance.

Bet Stephanie
was pretty mad about that.

Well, especially
if she wanted...

to get the same procedure
herself and now couldn't. [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- But mad enough to kill?
- Oh, I've seen people kill for
a lot less, believe me. Booth.

Yeah.
God, is he all right?

Okay. I'm on my way.
Uh, a fire in my place.

Pops was cookin'
on the stove, and, uh--

Thanks. Thanks
for everything.

It's that stupid stove.
Who has a stove like that?

You left a dishtowel
on the stove, Pops.

I don't think so.

You know,
you could've been hurt.
You could've been killed.

I always
used to make dinner for you.

Done it more
than a million times.

It's that damn stove.

Right.

I won't be long, Pops.
I just have to question
a suspect.

I don't need
a babysitter, you know.
And I do mean "baby."

Why can't I stay here
with Temperance?

Oh, I have work at the lab.

Perhaps you can teach Sweets
to play dominoes.

- Great idea.
- I already know how. I don't
think he'd have a chance.

- You don't know who
you're messin' with, squirt.
- Bring it on, old man.

Ooph! Those are fightin'
words, Pop. Thanks, Sweets.Yeah.

Come on.Okay.
See you later, Hank.

You know, what happened to me
could've happened to anybody.

Oh, I know.

Just because I'm carrying
a few extra years...

doesn't mean I can't
take care of myself.

I know.

Smart-ass.

I go first.All right.

[ Mocking ]
"I know."

Thanks for coming in, Bones.
You know, he really wanted
to see you.

Are you sure you don't need me?No. I'll interrogate
her roommate.

If I get anything,
I'll call you.I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I guess he needs more
than I can give
right now, huh?

Maybe I should take
a leave of absence.

Can you afford to do that?
You have a son
to take care of too.

Pops will think
I don't love him.

Really?

I should go.

So we know that Meg
used your insurance card
for the Slim Ring surgery.

What? That's why
I got turned down?Oh, you didn't know?

I went in for a routine checkup,
and my insurance company
declined payment.

They said I'd exceeded
my annual limit.

I thought it was a mistake.

That's how she lost the weight?
That bitch.

All right. So you're saying
that, um, she stole
your insurance card.

Well, no. I--
I let her use my card,
but not for that.

She was sick.
She didn't have any insurance,
so I helped her out.

- You know that's a crime.
- Isn't it a crime
when your roommate...

screws you out of 10 grand
worth of medical coverage?

- Sorry, but you're not
answering my question here.
- She cheated on our bet.

I paid for
her trip to Hawaii too.
I can't believe this.

-You were at the party the night
that Meg was killed, correct?
-Yes.

We talked to those people
off the list that you gave us,

and that was an awfully
big party-- big enough
for you to disappear in.

And no one could really tell,
you know, if you'd gone
or if you'd left.

They-- They didn't know.

Great.

You're never gonna believe me,
so now I have to pay
for a lawyer too.

Have you found anything,
Dr. Edison? Yes.

All of these bone fragments
are scarred exclusively
with markers from the fire.

But these two--
a piece of the parietal
and occipital--

seem to show evidence
of being fractured.Huh.

Definitely could've been made
by the pointed object Angela's
trying to identify.

Look at this.

- Residue along the edge
of the fracture?
- It's a resin.

The resin consists of terpenes
and phenolic compounds.

It's wood.
He was struck with a weapon
made out of wood.

- Teak, to be exact.
- The bed is teak.

The wounds on Meg's hand
were clearly defensive,

so she couldn't have
accidentally hit her hand
against the posts.

And the blows were sufficient
to render them unconscious.

The finials.The what?

The decorative knobs that
go on top of the posts--
they're missing.

So the rest of the bed was
carved, which means the finials
must have been carved too.

This is the real estate
agent's virtual tour
of Howard's house.

Look, we have finials.

The reason why
the image looked like a nose
is because it was a nose.

The victim was beaten
with one of these heads.

Wait! That's Howard Fileman,
the homeowner.

He said he was
a master carpenter.

So the other one
was probably his wife.

Well, it's a match.

So, it wasn't about
whowas having sex,

but about where
they were having sex.

Howard carved this bed
for him and his wife.
It was a symbol of their love.

Meg and Hugo
both had roommates.

The house was cheaper
than a hotel.

Howard catches Meg and Hugo
having sex in his bed.

Weird cake sex.

He kills them, sets the bed
on fire and then leaves with
the busts of him and his wife.

That's so sweet.

A-And it's horrible too.
It's mainly horrible.

I'll tell Booth.
Howard might still
have the finials.

We'll pull blood
and tissue from them.

Oh, he'll still have them.
I guarantee it.

[ Angela ]
It's all he has left of her.

I went back to sleep
in our bed.

I used to stare at her face
up on the bedpost...

and pretend
she was next to me.

But I found them.

It wasn't right.

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

[ Hank ] I don't know
why you got takeout.
I could've cooked dinner.

Right. Try this one here.
It's chicken. You'll love it.

I-I don't think so.

It doesn't look
like chicken to me.

Eh, I'll try it anyway.Right. Okay, look.

I got you a fork 'cause I know
how much you hate chopsticks.
All right?

Good job.Yeah.

Uh, listen. There's, uh,
something I gotta tell ya.

I know.
This isn't chicken.
I already told you that.

No.

But there's something
I wanna say to you first.

I can't tell you
how much it means to me
to be here with you,

to share your life,

to see what a good man
you've turned out to be.

- Pops.
- Shut-- Shut up.

This gooey crap
isn't easy for me.

Now listen.

I don't want you to think
I don't love you,

but I've--
I gotta go back.

- What?
- To the place.

They need me.

Ronald called.
He's got no one
to fish with.

And Margaret needs my help
with the crocheting.

You crochet, Pops?

- That's what we call sex.
- Hmm.

And-And let's face it--
your appliances stink.

All right, well,
what about the orderlies?

Ah, don't worry about them.
They're used to
being hit by me.

Okay. Well, uh,
you're really sure that
this is what you want?

I already called them.

They know I'm comin'.

Maybe you and your friend
can give me a ride, huh?

Yeah.

You'll call, right, Pops?I'll call, you'll call.

We'll visit.
We'll be sick
of each other.

- I'll miss you, Hank.
- Of course you will.

Shrimp, can you
give us a minute?

Sure, Pops.

Now, you remember
what I told you?

I remember.

He's big and strong,
but he's gonna need someone.

Everyone needs someone.

Don't be scared.

Scared? Of what?
I'm not scared of anything.

It all goes by so fast.

You don't want any regrets.

I don't understand.

Yes, you do.

Give me a hug.

- All right. It's your turn.
- What'd he say to you?

None of your business.

Now listen. You remember.
It's all in there.

Everything you need to know.

You just do what it tells you.

I love you, Pops.

I love you.
[ Chuckles ]

Okay, okay.
Now I can't breathe.

All right.All right.

All right then.

What'd he say to you?

Nothing.
Just saying good-bye.

You?Me? Ah, nothing.

Just... be a good boy,
stuff like that.

[ People Chattering ]

We should go.

Yeah.

I like that thing
around your neck.What?

The thing
that you're wearing
around your neck.

Looks really good.Oh, you've seen it before.

I don't think so.[ Chuckles ]

Well, thanks.

Sure.

What's that mean?