All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S06E20 - The Pinocchio in the Planter (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Children Shouting ][ Whistle Blows ]

[ Diving Board Bounces ][ Water Splashes ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Women Laughing ]

[ Woman ] We're late.[ Woman #2 ]
Come on. Hurry up.

[ Woman #3 ]
I'll hurry her up.

- [ Screaming ]
- [ Screams ]

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
Somebody help me!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Help me!
Oh, my God!

[ Bell Dings ][ Waitress ]
Thanks, Eddie.

Mmm. Nothing like a cup
of decaf to wake you up
in the morning.

Caffeine's completely
off-limits?Yeah.

On the bright side,
you must feel a wonderful
sense of accomplishment.

Drinking decaf?No! Becoming a mother.

It's incredible.

You're creating new life,
as we speak, right now.

I'm eating a muffin,
and you're forming a pancreas.

[ Laughing ]
Right. Right.

So, I assume you didn't
ask me to breakfast just
to talk about decaf.

What's on your mind?Nothing. Can't I just
enjoy your company?

Of course.
I am very charming.

How's Hodgins?[ Sighs ]

He insists on putting on
my shoes every morning.

Perhaps because,
in a literal sense, you're
carrying a tremendous load.

He's trying to compensate.Overcompensate.

Last night at the grocery store,
he tried to carry my purse.

Well, maybe he senses a change
in your mood, you know?

- Something you're not saying.
- [ Bell Dinging ]

[ Ringing, Buzzing ]

Oh, this is him
right now.

[ Beeps ]

What? You're not
gonna get it?

I just saw him
at my shoe ceremony
a half an hour ago,

and I'm gonna see him
in the lab.

Well, you know, you're both
dealing with a lot.

Your baby's at risk, and--We're fine.

I just wanted
to catch up.

[ Horn Honks ][ Siren Wails, Stops ]

- Here's a different sample.
- This a match?

You guys first here?

[ Car Door Closes ]Tag that. Fifteen?

Hey, it-it's me.

We got called to a crime scene,
but we'll be back in an hour,
so call if you need anything.

[ Beeps ]

I swear my wife
just sent me to voice mail.

[ Brennan ]
Maybe she's too busy
to take your call.

- But then her phone
would've rung six times.
- Thanks.

It only rang twice.
She rejected me.

Hey. Pig-Pen.
What are you doin' here?

My own wife
just rejected my call.

- Ooh! Couch time.
- But I don't know why.
I mean, do you think--

No. No. I just wanna
know why you're here.
That's all.

Why is he here?Dr. Hodgins needs
to sample the soil...

to help determine time of death
while I inspect the remains.

In a shallow grave,
it would normally take...

anywhere from
three days to three years
to reach this stage of decay.

A local cop said the planters
are new, and the playground's
only been here for about a week.

The large projecting mastoid
and general robusticity suggests
the victim is male.

Moderate osteoarthritis
of the humeral head...

suggests mid- to late-40s.

Oh-ho. Look at this.
Huh? Down here.

- [ Camera Shutter Clicks ]
- Looks like a key
to a nice car.

- Maybe it was the victim's.
- That, or the killer's.

Well, we'll take it back
to the Jeffersonian,

and Angela can determine
make and model of the car.

- Wait. Is that
what I think it is?
- What's that?

Ooh, it is![ Booth ]
What?

Check this out.

Meet... Necator americanus,
a.k.a. hookworm.Ugh. Wow.

No, thank you. Whoa!

Hookworms. Man. Plural.
They're everywhere.

The victim's anal sphincter
relaxed upon death,
causing him to defecate.

That's exciting.Yes, indeedy.

This man was definitely
host to a parasite.

We need to take this planter and
all of the soil back to the lab
for further examination.

- Okay. Back to the lab.
Here we go. Come on.
- Wait, wait, wait.

"Wait, wait,
wait, wait" what?
What are you doing now?

Well, hookworms crawl
at a prescribed rate
of exactly one foot per day,

and this little renegade
made it...

three feet,
four and 1/16th inches.

Suggesting he died
three days, eight hours
and 45 minutes ago.

- Give or take a minute.
- Good job with the poop clues,
Hodgins.

Secret is in the soil.
It always is.

Okay. Well, why don't you
ask the dirtwho killed him
and why nobody saw it, huh?

[ Whistles ]
Wow.

Looks like this guy
got a beating.

There is severe
blunt force trauma
at the coronal suture...

and across
the sagittal ridge.

Likely cause of death?Yes, it is.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]Oh.

[ Beeps ]This is
Wendell Bray.

Oh. Sure.

No, I-- I understand.

Thanks for letting me know.

[ Beeps ]Who was that?

It was a guy who owns a bar.

They're looking
for a bartender
on Monday nights.

And due to your low
socioeconomic status,
you applied for the job?

[ Chuckles ]
I'm broke. Yeah.

And apparently, someone else
had more experience.

Cam said
she needed an intern
to do some extra hours--

unless you were looking for
something alcohol-related.

[ Chuckles ]
No, I'll ask. Thanks, Dr. B.

Given that this
is an open fracture,

it's possible the murder weapon
came into contact with the bone.

I'll ask Dr. Hodgins to swab.

You might wanna ask
nicely. He's a little
grumpy today.

Because you refused
to take his call?

Wait a minute. You didn't
do the pre-complete
ring off, did you?

- What-- The what?
- It's one thing to let the call
ring through to voice mail.

But it's another when you
make a point of cutting the call
off after one or two rings.

I mean, the caller knows.
It's like a slap in the face.

I mean, even if I did do that,
it really wouldn't be
any of your business.

I finished looking at
the key you guys found
at the crime scene.

Were you able to determine
the year and model
of the vehicle?

Even better. This is something
called a smart key.

It's a tiny microchip
that stores the owner's
custom settings.

Does it belong to
the killer or the victim?I don't know.

The personal info is encrypted,
so I'm workin' on that now.

So Angela decoded the smart key,
got the victim's name?

Yeah. He'd been missing
four days, which fits
time of death.

And the dentals--
they match.
His name is Ross Dixon.

Look at that. Thank you.

So, he lives here all alone?

Well, his wife, uh,
left him last year,

- moved to Madrid.
- [ Snaps Fingers ]

Kids are all grown up.
Nobody's talked to this guy
for a long time.

He must have been wealthy.He's an ad guy.

A what?Advertising.

He owned his own
advertising agency.

Well, I picked
the wrong business.

Wow! Now, this
is a bachelor pad.

If you're one
of the Jetsons.What are we lookin' for?

Anything that, uh, you know,
just screams out at us.

[ Sweets ]
I don't see anything.
Nothing's out of place.

Well, you're the shrink.
You see, you just gotta
feel the vibe.

"The vibe"?That's right.
The vibe.

All right?
I have a trained eye.Okay. What do you see?

What do Isee? That box.
What do you think's
inside that box?

Shall we find out?Let's find out.

All right.

Oh, look.
Dixon's portfolio.Mmm?

Slambolt Energy Drink."Punch your yawn
in the face!"

Have you ever
tried this stuff?
It's caustic.

Wow, this guy worked on
some pretty big accounts.
Road Safe Insurance.

Russian Moose Vodka.

Hank-furters.
Wasn't there a big scandal
about this recently?

Yeah, yeah.
Well-publicized recall
after it was discovered...

they don't contain
any actual meat.

So, "100% pure beef."It's a lie.

Advertising does have victims.
Maybe one of 'em wanted revenge.

I think that's
stretching it a bit.No. Not at all.

He sure was good at what he did.
Look at all these trophies.

"Francuzzi & Schess."
That's a-- That's a big agency.

Seems like Dixon worked there
until he hung out his own
shingle about six months ago.

Maybe he was fired, you know.
Something had to prompt
his departure.

Well,
it's a place to start.

It's not like anyone else
is missing him right now.

[ Beeps ]

Hey, I was just about
to come look for you.Well, here I am.

- You aregrumpy.
- Grumpy? No.

Who even says "grumpy"?
Well, Angela.

Angela said I was grumpy?

Hodgins, she did not reject you.
She rejected your call.

It was a pre-complete ring off
from my wife, dude.

Are you really gonna tell me
that's nothing?

Okay. No.
So, what did you do?

Nothing!
I-I-I make her breakfast.

I tie her shoes,
for God's sake.

There's gotta be something.
Are you gonna talk to her?Nah, of course not.

She's pregnant.
The hormones are
running the institution.

- What do you got?
- Well, this particular
fracture wound was open,

so I was hoping that
you'd find some trace.

Let me take a look.Yeah.

So, where you goin'?

I'm off to talk to Cam
about my hours.Yeah?

- You want more of them
or less of them?
- As many as I can get.

Well, Cam responds best
to just calm logic.

I was thinking
outright flattery.Yeah, you'll do fine.

Hi, Dr. Saroyan!
Are you examining
the victim's stomach contents?

Small intestine,
or what's left of it.

Great!

So, Dr. Brennan told me that
you needed someone to put in
some extra hours around the lab.

I'm available.

I think I'm just gonna
divide the hours equally
among all the interns.

Oh.

I'll post the schedule
by the door.

But, Dr. Saroyan, I'm the only
one who needs those hours,
financially speaking.

However, all of you
are equally qualified,

and that's all I'm supposed
to take into consideration.

You understand,
don't you?

Of course.
But the decision is
ultimately yours, isn't it?

Are you questioning my ability
to make a fair decision,
Mr. Bray?

No. No.
Not at all. I--

Okay.

I, uh--

I found something unusual
about the victim's
facial bones.

Remodeling indicates that
he suffered two broken noses,

a fractured
left orbital socket...

and a hairline fracture near
the right mental foramen.

All separate incidents
in the past year.

Then someone
didn't like him.

Or multiple someones.
Or the same someone
multiple times.

Well, either way, it looks like
the hits just kept on comin'.

Yeah.

- Dixon had his face
broken four times?
- Four separate times.

And after the last one,
he filed assault charges
against Nicole Francuzzi.

- As in Francuzzi & Schess?
- Yeah. His old boss.

I really want you to watch this.
Okay, that is our victim.

It's at some award show.The woman's Francuzzi?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Watch.[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Chuckling ]
This is classic.

- Here it comes.
- What?

- [ Booth ] Poom!
- Oh!

[ Hits Key ]Right?

The hit broke Dixon's nose,
so he quit, filed charges.

And she countered
with her own suit.[ Paper Rustles ]

"Tortious interference"?

Yeah, accused Dixon
of intentionally damaging
her business.

The civil judge ruled
in Dixon's favor
last Tuesday.

Day before the murder.You know what?

I think I should go have a word
with Ms. Francuzzi.

[ Typing ]

[ Sighs ]
You don't think I had
anything to do with this?

Nah. Just because you assaulted
Ross Dixon and you sued him
for a million dollars.

I didn't assault him.

We were having an argument.You broke his nose.

He provoked me, Agent Booth.

He ruined the-- the firm
that I built with my partner
from the ground up.

So you did what you had to do.
You sure you don't want
a lawyer here?

Why should I?
I didn't do anything.

- Where were you last Wednesday?
- I don't know.
Ask my secretary.

So, you don't know
where you were last Wednesday
or what you were doing?

It was probably
some charity function
or something.

Listen to me.
I wasn't the only person who had
something against Ross Dixon.

You're the only one
who hit him in the face.

Our creative director
did it too-- just not
in front of a camera.

What's with this guy?
Why is everybody
so angry at him?

One day, out of nowhere,
all of a sudden,

he turned into a real ass.

Just like that?We worked together
for eight years.

We were a tight team.

But about a year ago,
he decides he's gonna
speak his mind, nonstop,

to whomever
and whenever he wants.

- Can you give me an example?
- He insulted everyone--
coworkers, clients.

He even called the C.E.O.
of Blaster Burger...

"a horse-faced buffoon."

We lost six clients
in six months.

This guy have a brain tumor
or somethin'?

Worse.
He grew a conscience.

There was a Christmas toy
we pushed one year--

a little robot man
who wore a little beanie.

Some kid choked
on the propeller.Did the kid die?

No. He was fine.

But Ross felt
really guilty about it.

He joined some group
to help him be more honest.

- Honest?
- Radically honest.

Radical honesty
is a controversial notion
recently popularized...

by an organization
called The Honesty Policy.

Yeah, well,
I never heard of it.

Well, their theory is that
by speaking the absolute truth,

we free ourselves of pressure
to make a good impression,

and thus become truly free.

So they just say
whatever they want,
and they piss people off.

It can be very aggressive.

Explains
why everyone in Dixon's life
bailed in the last year.

I see no reason
why telling the truth would
be considered aggressive.

It is when you do it
without exception.

I mean, the small fictions
that we call white lies...

play a crucial role
in human interaction.

It's the glue
that holds us together.How?

A world without lies
would be far more efficient.

If no one had any feelings,
but people do.

Do you lie to me?No, Bones, I don't.

- I would argue you're
doin' it right now.
- Oh!

- Fine. I am.
It's not a big deal.
- It is!

Tell me a significant instance
in which you've lied to me
in the past.

This is a good discussion.
Maybe you should try it.

I can't think of anything.

Again, you're lying.[ Weary Groan ]

- We're here. Maybe you can
benefit from this group.
- You're pushing it, Sweets.

You really are.
You're pushin' it.What?

[ Brennan ]
Oh, The Honesty Policy...

meets at the same
community center
where the body was found?

[ Booth ]
Maybe we can get
something out of them.

[ Booth ]
What are you doing?[ Sweets ] Whoa! Ghost driver.

How'd you do that?It's called
Intelligent Parking Assist.

The car guides itself
into the parking spot.

Wow! Look at that, huh?
Does it solve murders?

Of course not.Good. I like my job.

Hey. So, I tested the trace
found on the broken clavicle.

It's titanium.Titanium?

Yeah. How could you
bludgeon someone with a weapon
as light as titanium?

Mmm, don't assume
that it's a weapon.

I reconstructed the bone
and found some remodeling...

around
a 37-millimeter gap.

Gap? What, like the bone
is missing?

Yeah, the bone
on either side
has signs of osteitis.

It's likely that
a titanium implant was used
during surgical repair.

And I know
where to find it.

[ Grunts ]
Guy's implant has to be
in here someplace.

An excuse to use
your magic gloves.

Magnetic gloves.
Check that out.
[ Laughs ]

Hey, so did you hear?
Our victim was in a cult.

It's not a cult.Yeah, it's worse
than a cult.

These people
knowingly advocate
full-blown insanity.

Mmm, they advocate
telling the truth.

I think it sounds
like a good idea.Mmm, I don't know.

Personally, I'd like to maintain
a certain degree of couth.

[ Chuckles ]
Couth?

Who says "couth"?I just did.

Can I be honest?

You're a pretty strange dude
as it is,

but when you use
words like "couth,"
you seem really strange.

Really?
That make you feel better?

Yes, it did.Good. Can I
be honest with you?

Yeah. Go for it.Okay.

When you were going out
with Angela, I once planned
your murder in great detail.

[ Chuckles ]
I appreciate your honesty.

This is good.
This is good.

Uh, no, I don't--
I don't know about that.
It feels a little creepy.

I wonder if it'll work
on Dr. Saroyan.

Hey, whoa.
She's the boss, so, you know,
you're gonna wanna go easy.

Why? Honesty
is the best policy.

No. No, no. No, it's not!

[ Sighs ]

[ People Chattering ][ Booth ]
So, this is the place.

You should make an announcement
requesting that the killer
volunteer his guilt.

- That's not gonna work.
- But they vow to be honest.

I'm sorry.
This is a private meeting.[ Booth ] Right!

The, uh, Honesty Policy heads.
So, where do I sign up?

Oh, no sign-up needed.
Just check your lies
at the door.

Burt Iverson,
attorney-at-law.
You are?

Special Agent
Seeley Booth, F.B.I.

This here's my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Is it possible for a lawyer
to be entirely honest?

Well, a group dedicated
to exploring the truth
is likely...

to attract individuals
who've made a habit of
lying on a regular basis.

- [ Door Opens ]
- Whoa. Wow.

God.

Agent Booth
has a phobia.
He fears clowns.

I don't fear them.
I just don't like them.

Nobody likes him.
He's a creep.

What's the haps,
jackasses?

Uh, sorry I'm late.
Big party this afternoon.

Kids screamin',
moms bitchin'.
It was chaos.

Agent Booth,
this is an opportunity for you
to express your true feelings.

What? No.Attention, everyone.

Our guest would like
to start things off
this evening...

by telling us
why he hates clowns.

- [ Brennan ] Oh!
- What do ya got against me,
suit?

- Nothing.
- No, no. You got a problem,
you come out with it.

Why should we let you
stay here if you're not
gonna be honest with us?

- He has a point.
- What?

Tell the group
something you've never
told anyone before.

- Come on, F.B.I. Try it.
- No.

While I don't espouse the
rhetoric of this group, it might
help to gain their trust.

We want their cooperation.
Come on.

[ Man ]
Take your first step, bro.Fine. Fine.

[ Man ]
Truth from the F.B.I.
I can't wait.

Sometimes when I don't
have clean underwear,
I go commando.

- [ Woman ]
Whoa! Commando!
- [ Applause ]

All right. That's enough.
It's a murder investigation.

So, anyone here ever have
a problem with Ross Dixon,
raise your hand.

What is he talking about?I don't know.

- What's he talking about?
- [ Man ] No, not me.

- I did.
- Ha!

He told me my act sucked.
It pissed me off.

- Were you with him
last Wednesday night?
- As a matter of fact, I was.

Something you'd like to
share with us, Mr. Clown?

Yeah. I got a warrant
for felony assault,

and I'm too cheap
to hire a lawyer.

[ Booth Chuckles ]
That's not funny.

- All right.
Why don't you come with us.
- [ Mutters ] This guy.

Just cuff the clown,
will you?

Me?Yes.

[ Bell Dings ]

[ Grunts ]

Hey!Hey. What are you
doin' here?

What's he doin' here?Uh, he's a suspect.

This is just gonna
take a minute, okay?I'm sorry. I gotta go.

What did my wife
say to you?

Come on! Guy to guy.
No doctor-patient
confidentiality stuff.

Nothing.
She didn't say--

Okay, something was
obviously on her mind,

but she wouldn't
talk about it.[ Sighs ]

She wouldn't pick up
when I called her,

and, you know,
she's been polite.

Polite?Yeah. It's awful.

Yeah, she's
withholding something.

I suggest
you ask her directly
what's on her mind.

Okay? Honesty
is the foundation
of any strong marriage.

Radical honesty.

[ Door Closes ]Where's the tough guy?

Uh, Agent Booth
had a pressing matter.

[ Chuckles ]
Afraid of a red nose.
What a baby.

Okay. I don't understand
why people pay you
to entertain children.

I'm cheaper
than the other clowns.

But you're right.
I'm horrible.Because you tell the truth?

Hey, an ugly kid
is an ugly kid,

and a bargain
is a bargain.

- Did you kill Ross Dixon?
- No, I did not.

Why were you with him
the night of the murder?

Some of us got together
to watch the game
over at my place.

Half a dozen or so.
It was... lame.

- Yeah. And when
did the game end?
- 5:00-ish.

Everybody left,
Ross included.

- Were there any arguments?
- No. It was all friendly.

What did you do
after the game?

I had sex with a hooker.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna
need the prostitute's
contact information...

to confirm your alibi
for the time of the murder.

Yeah, sure, kid.
You confirm my alibi.
[ Chortling ]

Did Ross tell you
where he was going
when he left that night?

Yeah. Out to dinner somewhere.Did he say with whom?

You didn't ask.That's right. I didn't care.

I only care about myself.
[ Farts ] Mmm!

Really?

What? It's an honest
bodily function.

It's honestly wrong.[ Cackling ]

Is it important to the case
that I ate broccoli?

Just leave the door open.

Look, these
so-called honest people
are no better than liars.

Why? You would think they'd
be exceptionally cooperative
during interrogation.

They are, but nobody
tells blabbermouths anything.

So their own honesty
prompts others to avoid
telling them the truth.

Dixon went out to dinner
the night he was killed.

He didn't tell anybody
where he was going.

If it helps, Cam is analyzing
the contents of the duodenum.

No, no, no. No, let's talk
about something else, all right?
We're eating.

I'm avoiding what I would
really like to talk about.

Why would you do that?It's a difficult subject.

It's become one of those...
pachyderms in the room.

What exactly is the pachyderm?

I would like you
to reveal an instance
in which you have lied.

Oh, sheesh!
Not this again.

You think
you're protecting me,
but by avoiding the truth,

you inevitably
cause greater harm.

No. No. I-I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't do that to you.

Lying to spare
my feelings?

Maybe it's to spare
my own feelings.

I'll tell you what. I'll
give you an example when we're
finished solving this case.

Okay?I won't forget.

I know. You won't forget.

I do not like
that painting.

Wh-- What?

I am attempting to open
an honest dialogue between us.

By insulting
my painting?

By stating what I think,
regardless of the consequences.

Now you try it.

Something is obviously
on your mind.

Hodgins, we don't--I'm a big boy.
I can take it.

Yeah. I'm not--
I'm not so sure
about that.

Wow!
That's-- That's nice.

A big vote of confidence there
for the man you're gonna spend
the rest of your life with.

Okay.

You've been a little bit
underfoot lately.

You can't even
see your feet.

Yeah, but I-I know
you're there.

You're overcompensating.

You're--
You're too cheerful.

I'm not supposed
to be cheerful?

We're going to be
having a baby.

Yeah, I know that.
I know that.

I just-- I think
we could be more honest...

about what we could face
with the baby.

[ Sighs ]
Angela.No. This is real.

Just say it.

No matter how many smiles
we plaster on our faces,
it's still real.

So just say it.

Leber congenital amaurosis.

The baby could have
Leber congenital amaurosis.We talked about this.

Even if the baby is blind,
we can get through it.

Yeah, but it--
it doesn't mean
that I'm not scared...

or that
you're not scared.

You just want us to smile
and go through this...

as though nothing's wrong,
and I can't do that.

I'm sorry. I just can't.Okay, okay, okay, okay,
okay, okay, okay.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I--

I was just
trying to help.

Yeah, I know.
I know.

Sometimes I can't breathe
I get so worried.

Well, that's why
you have me,

and that's why
I have you.

This kid is so lucky
to have you for a mother.

You're no slouch
yourself.

And you can be kind of
a jerk sometimes,

but that's what
I love about you too.

Excuse me!
Dr. Saroyan.

Dr. Hodgins wasn't able
to find the victim's
titanium implant,

but he did find a few shards
of what may be bone.

I'll take a closer look.Was the victim
missing any bone?

As far as we know,
only a portion
of the clavicle.

Hey, did you hear
about the whole
radical honesty thing?

I did.What do you think?

I am sure it has
its time and its place.

Great.
I should get the job.

Excuse me?The job. I need it.
It should be mine.

Based on?Financial need.

Daisy and Fisher,
they don't need the money.

I mean, neither does Vincent.
Arastoo's family is loaded.

I need it.That's a factor, however--

My ability--
it can't be an issue.

I-I'm smart and helpful
and thorough.

Uh, I'm very
pleasant company.

I've been instrumental
in solving numerous cases.

True, but--No. No "buts."

When you look at
the situation objectively,
I should get the job.

You are not perfect,
Mr. Bray.

Nor are you.Don't push it.

[ Clears Throat ]

Of course.

I appreciate
your honesty.

All right.
You have the job.

I have to do this
because it's how I feel.

But you will lose the job
if you don't let me go.

Of course, of course!
Again, I really, really
appreciate your honesty.

I got the job!Go, Mr. Bray.

Hee-hoo!So, uh, I got the results
of the stomach contents.

What do goat cheese,
tomatoes, truffles
and cornmeal mean to you?

Pizza?

Pizza.The victim's last meal
was truffle pizza?

Guess so.
I had to check out all
the fancy pizza places in D.C.

Oh, no. Please tell me
it wasn't Ferrini's.
I love that place.

It was Ferrini's.
They're the only ones that
serve truffles on their pizza.

Yeah.Get this. The manager
recognized Dixon by name.

He was a regular?Restaurant had
to comp his meal...

because he got into a fight
with a waiter by the name
of Jonah Hinkle.

Did Hinkle punch him
in the nose?

No. He poured a beer
over his head.Oh.

It's likely Dixon said
the wrong thing then.

If it escalated to violence,
it was probably personal.Well, there he is.

Hinkle is the victim's son.

[ Horn Honks ]

[ Booth ] Can you tell me
why you and your dad
weren't talking?

There's no records
of any phone calls
between the two of you here.

I haven't called him
in at least six months.

Why?'Cause he was a douche.

I've heard.

Nothing I could do
was ever good enough.

He stopped paying
for my tuition last quarter.

He told me I wouldn't
get through school anyways.

I was too lazy, and it
was a waste of his money.

This is after he
"got honest."Yeah.

No one really
wants to know what you
think of them, right?

At least not my family.

My mom got a divorce.
He drove us all away.

So, why was he in
your restaurant the night
that he was killed?

He came in to apologize.
[ Chuckles ]

Out of nowhere.

He said he wished
he didn't hurt me
with the things he said,

but... he still meant it.

Some apology.Yeah.

Yeah, I got pissed,
but I overreacted.

I didn't know
it was the last time
I was gonna see him.

Was it?

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]
I tried to go home
and see him that night,

but... I didn't go in.

There was a car
in the driveway. Just--

A car? Did you see
who it belonged to?

There was a lady
wearing a neck brace.

He was talking to her
in the doorway,
and then she went inside.

I think they were arguing.

Hmm.
So, you didn't know her?

No.

Can you tell me
what the car looked like?

Uh, it was
a little red convertible.

It was banged up
pretty good, too,
like she was in an accident.

I'd know it if I saw it.

Dr. Brennan, I found
something unusual...

during my microscopic
examination of the bones.

These faint microfractures...

appear in a diagonally
descending pattern,

anterolaterally
on ribs four through eight.

I've seen this type
of microfracturing before--
in automobile accidents.

It's caused by the compression
of a taut seat belt.

So then a pattern
on the left rib cage...

indicates that the victim
was a passenger on the right
side of the vehicle.

Very good, Mr. Bray.

Dr. Saroyan
gave me the job.Oh! What persuaded her?

I did. I was honest
with her about my--
my need and my ability.

Well, why wouldn't you
have done that before?

Because she's my boss,
and I was nervous.

- So you're a coward by nature?
- What? No.

- But you just said--
- Forget it.

You know, Dr. Brennan,
you may not realize it,

but you can be
extremely abrasive.

Oh, no.
I-I'm well aware of that.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Angela ]
So, I have something else
to tell you,

now that we're just
getting it all out
in the open.

Shoot.

When you leave
your socks on during sex,

I feel like I'm making love
to a guy in a nursing home.

[ Device Beeps ]Is that a good
or a bad thing?

Honey.Hmm.

[ Clears Throat ]Uh--
[ Mock Throat Clearing ]

These chips aren't bone.
They're wood.

I-Impossible.

Carbonized wood.
Check it out.

I guess that
does look a little
like carbonized wood.

Red oak,
as a matter of fact.

I-I'm sorry.
Who's the king?

Oh, yeah.
Um, I'm the king.

I'd be happy to crown you.

- Oh, is that honesty,
or are you just being mean?
- It's tough to tell.

I guess if I'm gonna be honest
with others, I've gotta
be honest with myself.

I-- I really
should've caught that.It's okay.

You're still part
of the royal family.

Guys, what is
this line right here?

It looks like
a nerve fiber.

Oh, my God.
This is a bone implant.

Wait. A wooden
bone implant?

Wood and bone
are biocompatible,

though these implants
are still considered
experimental.

I'm surprised you didn't
know that. So my error is
totally understandable.

An error nonetheless.

"Nonetheless" is strange,
like "couth."

Okay. Uh, if the implant
was made of wood,

then why would you find
traces of titanium?

I found nothing titanium
in the soil.

Or on the body.
The clavicle was
the only open fracture.

Then the victim
must've been bludgeoned
by a titanium weapon.

Wendell ruled that out.For obvious reasons.
Hodgins agreed with me.

Proving that
you can both be wrong
as well as childish.

Uh-- No.Ah-- Shh. Nah.

The rear-end damage
is consistent with the
sudden impact required...

to cause microfractures
to the ribs.

Right. The car belongs
to Dorothy Emridge.

Dixon was a passenger
in the accident,
about a month ago.

And did he receive
medical attention?

Nah, he refused it on site,
and so did she.

But she later claimed
that she had serious
neck injuries.

Why didn't she get help?According to the reporter, the
incident happened at 2:00 a.m.

Right? [ Whispering ]
She's a married woman.

I think they were
having an affair.

That's not very honest.Shh. Just let me
take care of this.

Mrs. Dorothy Emridge,
correct?Yes, it is.

Were you in a car accident
with Ross Dixon?

Well, you know,
these questions, they're
only gonna get harder.

Yes, I was in
an accident with Ross.

See that?
Like your group says, it's
always good to tell the truth.

In her case, maybe not.

So, were you and Ross Dixon
having an affair?We were having an affair.

I'm impressed.
She's very forthcoming.

Mr. Dixon's son saw you
arguing with Mr. Dixon...

the night
that he was killed.

What were you
arguing about?

What was it?
You're having an affair.

It went bad,
so you killed him?

I'm not saying another word
till I talk to my lawyer.

I wouldn't either,
if I were you.

What?

Ho. Your attorney
is Burt Iverson, Esq.

[ Chuckling ]
Small world.Yes.

I met Miss Emridge
at an Honesty meeting.
We were talking.

She told me about
her car accident, and I
offered to represent her.

- Doesn't seem odd to me.
- Describe your neck injury in
as much detail as possible.

No, no, no.
Let's forget
the fender bender.

Let's just get straight
to the murder.

I assure you that
my client did not
bludgeon Ross Dixon.

Ross was an honest man,
right?

What did he do, threaten
to tell your husband
about the affair?

That is not what happened.Let me handle this.

Dorothy had no motive
to hide her affair.

She was already in the process
of filing for divorce
when Mr. Dixon was killed.

- And the affair would
mess up the settlement.
- I didn't hurt Ross.

She couldn't have.

Miss Emridge suffered
a left laminar fracture of
her sixth cervical vertebra...

as a result of
the automobile accident.

- Oh.
- "Oh" what?

A laminar fracture
of the sixth
cervical vertebra...

would certainly impair
her ability to bludgeon.

But I'll need
to see X-rays to confirm.

I have found that
it's a real relief
to say what's on your mind.

I can see that.I never would've gotten the job
if I hadn't been honest.

And even Hodgins
pointing out my mistake
has made me more careful.

I suppose that's good.

It's liberating. For instance,
a week ago, I never would've
felt comfortable...

telling you how acrid
I find your perfume.
[ Chuckles ]

It's not perfume.

It's lotion,
and I like it.

[ Beeping ]

Hello, all.
Any more mistakes, Wendell?

I was just telling Dr. Saroyan
how much more careful I am now.

You know, perhaps it's
the monitor, but you look like
a flying squirrel, Hodgins.

Okay. That's it.
I don't care what
you do on your own time.

But from now on,
unless we're talking
about the evidence,

I do not want to hear
one more honest word
in this lab.

Honesty
is clearly the downfall
of civilization.

Civility,
propriety and manners
are its redeemers.

Understood?[ Exhales ]

Loud and clear. You tell 'em, Cam.

So, you went to find
a murder weapon?

Yes. You are in luck.

At first, I was confused
by titanium,

but then I had an idea.

Check this out.

Titanium paint.The monkey bars?

Yep.
See, they're steel, right,

but they're coated
in titanium dioxide.

And they were assembled
shortly after
Ross Dixon's death.

So they were lying loose
the night of the murder.

If one was missing,
it would look suspicious.

[ Wendell ]
So the killer hid the murder
weapon in plain sight.

I mean,
who would think to look
at the monkey bars?

I'll call Booth.
We'll need a warrant
to take it all apart.

See you guys
back at the lab. Bye.

Nice.[ Chuckles ]

Can you see us hanging out
at a place like this?

Yeah.

All three of us.

You know,
I know what Cam means,
but I'm glad we talked.

Me too.Yeah?

Oh, hey. Do you think
you can tie my shoe?

Absolutely.

Do the tops of my feet
seem fat to you?

Not at all.
These are the skinniest
foot tops I've ever seen.

Hmm.

You wanted to see me?Dorothy Emridge's attorney
dropped off her X-ray.

He wants you
to verify her injury.

And there's also
a new policy in the lab.Well, what's that?

You are the only person
who's allowed
to be radically honest,

and that's only because
I can't stop you.

Well, that's too bad.
I prefer everyone
speak their minds.

I actually don't care
what you prefer...

because this is my lab,
and I make the rules.

Then perhaps Wendell
won't be able to tell you
how ashamed he felt...

that he might have
hurt your feelings...

after you were so generous
to give him the extra work.

He was quite emotional.

- Really?
- Yes.

Although, I told him
that I also find your lotion
to be a bit pungent.

This is, indeed,
a left laminar fracture...

of the sixth
cervical vertebra.

That's what
we need to know.

- But this-- this isn't
Dorothy Emridge's neck.
- It isn't?

The pointed
mental protuberance...

suggests
this woman is Caucasian.

Dorothy Emridge
is African-American.

This X-ray belongs
to another woman?I'm certain it does.

So the honest lawyer
lied to us.

I'll tell Booth.

[ Sniffs ]

I like it.

Did you bring back those X-rays?
I'll be needing them for court.

Oh, no.
We'll be keeping them.

Don't worry.
We're not gonna be using them
to file a fraudulent lawsuit.

[ Chuckling ]
What are you talking about?

Those X-rays
do not belong
to Dorothy Emridge.

- That's ridiculous.
- Dorothy wasn't injured
in that accident.

You promised her
a big settlement
if she played along.

I was just basing my case
on the information I was given.

Ross Dixon found out
from Dorothy what you
were planning to do.

And since, hey,
he was an honest guy,

he was gonna tell the truth
and, uh, expose you.

You would've
been disbarred.

You see here?
I have a list of injury cases
that you filed with the court.

My guess is,

you knew you were
gonna do some jail time,
so you killed him.

- That's pure speculation.
- No, we have proof.

You wiped it clean--

- But your fingerprints are
on the inside of the pipe.
- Inside.

- You see, there's no such thing
as an honest lawyer, Bones.
- As I suspected.

Hey, look, these
honesty people tell more lies
than the average bear.

Well, upon what criteria
are you determining
that the bear is average?

How many lies he tells.[ Chuckling ]
What?

[ Chuckling ]

Mr. Bray told me
that I'm abrasive.

Do you agree with that?

Oh, you speak
from the heart, Bones.

It-It makes you... you.

You're just saying that
to protect my feelings.

Oh, I know where
this is heading.
I really--

Well, now that we've
solved the case,

you promised that you
would give me an example.

An example
of when I lied to you.
I got it. All right.

Fine. Okay, do you remember
when I broke up with Hannah?

- Of course.
That was very recently.
- Well, I didn't lie to you.

I just didn't tell you
how much it meant to me
that you were there for me.

It meant
the world to me.

But you didn't tell me,
so you lied by omission.

Well, you didn't ask me.
Therefore, I didn't tell you.

I'm an exceptional partner.Yes, you are.

Why is it so difficult
to tell me something
I already know?

It's hard to explain.

Some things
are better left unsaid.

To things
that we don't say.

Did you hear what happened
to the clown?No. What happened?

Violating parole.Did-- Did he go to prison?

Five to seven years.That is one more clown
off the street.

Ain't that the truth!
Hey![ Laughs ]

What's that mean?