All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S07E04 - The Male in the Mail (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Buzzer Buzzes ]

If the post office can't
deliver or return a package,
it ends up here.

The dead letter office.

They prefer
"Mail Recovery Center."

I guess it sounds classier.

Twice a year,
we open the boxes.

Put pricey stuff
in the auction bin,

cheap items
go in the garbage,

and the ones in between...

sometimes disappear.

Isn't that stealing?It's re-purposing.

See? I can class it up too.[ Chuckles ]

Oh, nasty! Is that old food?

That's an animal.

I found a dead cat once.

Early retirement
is looking good.

Aaah!

That's it. I retire.

Welcome to the U.S.
Postal Service, kid.

[ Brennan ]
This house would
be perfect for us.

What is it, $30 million?
Because, you know,
I'm not a best-selling author.

No, it's very reasonable.I'll be the judge of that.

Wow. Look at that.
It's nice. There's a pool.

Costa Rica?

There is a
little-known tribe there
that I could study,

and it is
a beautiful country
to raise a child.

Very little crime.Crime? I thrive off crime.
That's my job.

With your restrictions,
Booth,

you make it very difficult
to find something
in the D.C. area.

Hey, what about Maryland?
Maryland's a great place.

The Bureau
just confiscated this, uh--Hey, Shrimp.

Hey, Pops!

What are you doin' here, huh?
Why didn't you call?

What, and waste a dime?[ Laughs ]

Come on. Have a seat, huh?

Oh, you look just beautiful.

You know, I never
thought I would be
a great-grandpa again.

Here, you wanna
feel her kick?Yeah.

So, what happened?
They kick you out of
the retirement home?

- No, they put up with me.
- Mm-hmm.

Could we go somewhere else?

I-I don't wanna talk here.

Why? Is everything okay
with you?

It's not me, Seeley.
It's your dad.

Oh. Right.
What did he do this time?

He's gone.

He died-- Monday at the V.A.

Oh, no.
I'm so sorry, Booth.

- What happened?
- Liver failure.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]I guess that drinkin'
finally caught up with him.

Hmm. Doesn't surprise me.

Booth.

Great. All right.
We-We're on our way.
Just text me the address.

Okay, let's go.
We got a case.

I'm sure someone else
can handle it, Booth.

- Why?
- Seeley, I know how you felt.

Then you shouldn't be
surprised how I reacted, huh?

You got a key to my place.
Make yourself at home.

We'll have some
grilled cheese later on.
Come on, Bones, let's go.

Take care of him, Temperance.

Ready?

You sure you're okay?Yeah, I'm fine.
Another day, another crime.

[ Sighs ]

[ Chattering ][ Camera Shutter Clicking ]

The wear
on the lower incisors
and mandibular angle...

indicate a male
in his early 20s.

This body part
was dismembered
at the cervical vertebra.

This box shows a slice
at the acromial processes
of both scapulae.

This is certainly
a first for me.

Me too.
I have never seen this part
of the post office before.

Yes. I thought they sent
the dismembered bodies
to a completely different place.

All right. That's a--

Whoa. Wow. Oh, God.I agree.

We almost wrapped up here?

Does this look like
a routine case
to you, Seeley?

Are you sure
you're okay, Booth?

Would you stop?
I'm fine.

Is something wrong?

- Nope.
- His dad died.

- Oh, my God.
- Really?
Why would you say that?

What? I was just trying
to be supportive...

by adopting
a matter-of-fact
demeanor like you.

If you'd like to--I don't.

I just wanna know who
sliced and diced this guy up...

and put him in boxes.

That's all
I'd like to know.

[ Saroyan ]
The body lipids combined
with the packing materials...

and transformed the tissue
into an adipoceres gel.

I'm pretty sure my middle school
served this for dessert.

Unless
we can separate them,

the packing material is gonna
contaminate any tests
I run on the tissue.

And I need to separate
these bones...

before there's any more
chemical damage to them.

I've got just what
you need, Clark.

This little puppy
is a "plycimer" laser.

Now, who wants
to hear it bark?

Aren't those used
for eye surgery?

Yeah. Gotta be an eye
in here somewhere, right?

Now, I've set it
so that it'll zip
through the goop...

and separate it
from the cardboard.Hmm.

- Can't we just
cut the box open?
- I already signed this out.

And it's much cooler.
Trust me.

Okay.

[ Clears Throat ]

Okay. Ready.

Here we go.

- Okay, that iscool.
- And once the bones
are removed,

we can separate
the packing material...

from the decomposed
organs and tissue.

- Excellent, Dr. Hodgins.
- Yep.

Okay.

Okay, ready?Mm-hmm.

[ Clark Exclaims,
Chuckles ]

Okay. Uh, tray.Right.

[ Murmurs ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
our first bone.

And only 205 more to go.

Okay. My turn.Okay, hey, hey!
I call dibs.

Hey, back! I'm the boss.

[ Laser Humming ]

Oh. Uh-huh.

For you, sir.What's this?

I had an evidence response team
run the shipping information
from the packages.

Who requested this?

I figured you'd want them,
and I know how busy you are.Huh!

Uh, it turns out that
neither the shipping addresses
nor the return addresses exist.

So the labels
were created...

so the body would end up
in the dead letter office.Exactly.

Maybe we could find out
where these labels were created.
I'm gonna call--

I actually sent them over
to Ms. Montenegro...

at the Jeffersonian.

- [ Laughs ]
- I figured that's
what you would do.

You know, Shaw,
I am not authorized
to give you a raise.

You're the best agent
in the department, sir.

I just really wanted
the opportunity
to work with you.

And if I can help during
this time of your loss--

Oh. So the techs
were talking at the scene?

They were concerned.

We all are.

There's a chopped-up body
at the lab.

If you wanna help, let's just
focus on the case, right?

Yeah. Okay, of course.

Um, the boxes containing
the remains...

were packed to the
specifications...

of the American Society
for Testing and Materials,

and they're the gold standard
in shipping.

So professionally packed
and shipped,

but never intended
to reach a destination.

That's a great way
to get rid of a body.

[ Brennan ]
You found an anomaly,
Dr. Edison?

Yes. As I was
cleaning the bones,
I noticed a sesamoid.

An ossified node?
Where was it?

Huh? Oh, uh, it-it was on
the, um, second metacarpal
on the left hand.

[ Brennan Groans ]

Have you determined
the weapon that--

that, uh, dismembered
the victim?

Um--
[ Clears Throat ]

The lack of kerf marks
would suggest that we're
looking for a toothless blade,

some-something,
uh, uniform with, uh,

vertical striations that, um--

Dr. Edison,
is there a problem?
You're staring at my breasts.

Oh! Oh, no, no.
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan.

Uh, but, you were--
[ Clears Throat ]

There was a whole lot
of activity going on there,

and I was just thinking,
you know, maybe I could
help you out.

Not meaning it like that,
because, I would, never--

Tender and swollen
breasts are common
in the third trimester.

Of course.It's very uncomfortable.

My bra size has increased
by two cup sizes.

I hadn't noticed.

Well, it's quite obvious.
You should be more observant,
Dr. Edison.

Yes. I'm sorry.
Oh, and I see now.

They are much larger.

[ Clears Throat ]
Can I just, uh,

focus on these remains?Yes.

I need a weapon
and Booth needs an I.D.,

so run a search using
the victim's dental X-rays.

Of course.I need to find
some ice packs.

Maybe that'll help.

Dental X-rays. Weapon.

Ice packs.
[ Exhales ]

So when you create
a shipping label
on the post office Web site,

you can enter
whatever shipping
and return address you want.

Which is
what the killer did,

which is why
we can't trace him
as a shipper.

Yeah. What the killer
didn't know was that,
to help track performance,

the Postal Service
gathers other information
when the label is created.

It's all here,
and it's called the Q.R. code.

- It tells you where
the label was created.
- You're fast.

I have to be.
I work with Agent Booth.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh. I'm sure he'll give you
a gold star for this then.

Body was shipped
from the Ship 'N' Print
in Hyattsville, Maryland.

I can't believe
I'm getting to work
with you people.

Yeah. We're
pretty awesome, huh?Yeah.

so I'm doing all of this
on no sleep.

You know, you don't have
to come along, Bones.
I could have brought Agent Shaw.

There could be evidence
at the scene.

Ah. Right.

You know, I really am okay
about my father,

so, you know, you don't
have to worry about me,
all right?

The Buddhists believe that anger
only brings more anger.

To be at peace, one must--

I appreciate
you're concerned, Bones.
I really do.

But I amat peace
with this.

You don't seem peaceful, Booth.

You really wanna help?
I got a great idea.

What do you say we talk
about something else?
Let's talk about you.

My breasts are very sore.

Would you mind
if I spent the evening naked?

Sure. Yeah, that's--
[ Chuckles ]
fine with me.

No complaints here.
That's great.

See? Now isn't this
a better conversation?[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Brennan.

Yes.

Thank you, Dr. Edison.

He matched the dentals.
The victim was Oliver Lawrence.

Lawrence.
Wait a second. Lawrence.
Look in the file.

Wasn't there
a Lawrence that worked
at Ship 'N' Print?

Yes. Oliver Lawrence.

He worked there for five years.

He was reported missing
last May.

[ Exhales ]

[ Object Clatters ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Sighs ]
The striations don't match.

Hey, how much of this
artificial bone do we have?

Why? We're out of weapons.

Modern ones.

So it is time to get medieval.

Huh? Borrowed these
from our friends...

over at the Antiquities
Department.

Oh, God.Now this one--
This one is Viking.

Comes from the funeral boat
of Gunnar the Angry.

Okay, this is ridiculous,
Dr. Hodgins.

Do you think our killer
used a thousand-year-old
battleax?

Hey. A good scientist
never assumes.

Would you like
to do the honors?

All right.

[ Sighs ]

Nope.

What else do you have?

Scimitar?Oh, yeah, that'll do.

[ Booth ]
Ship 'N' Print.

Thank you.

Good morning.
Welcome
to the Ship 'N' Print.

How may I help you
with your copying
and shipping needs?

- Well, it's the afternoon.
- Afternoon.

Okay, uh, F.B.I.
I'd like to talk
to your manager.

Uh, yeah, he's-he's--
He's in the back.

- That's an interesting
Bhavacakra.
- What?

- The pendant on his neck.
- Really? Now?

Well, it's the Buddhist
wheel of life.

The symbol represents
the poison of anger.

Like I said before, Booth,
anger is--

Enough with the baklava, okay?
I just wanna talk
to the manager.

It's carved from the thigh bone
of a thousand-year-old holy man.

Based on the rough edges
and the lack of discoloration--[ Cell Phone Rings ]

that bone is not more
than 20 years old.

Brennan.

We figured out
what dismembered the body.

A guillotine. The killer
used a guillotine?

Ho, ho. Wait a sec.
Guillotine?

I mean, where do you
even find one of those? Room 114.

French Revolution exhibit.We tried everything.

A guillotine is the only weapon
that has a smooth blade
and the correct force profile.

Okay. Guillotine it is.
Thanks.

Great. Okay, so,
did you ever ship and,
uh, pack a guillotine?

No. That would take
a lot of bubble wrap.
[ Laughs ]

I wanna talk to the manager.
I don't wanna deal
with this guy.

Wait. What's that?

[ Loud Clacking ]

Oliver was one of the best
employees I ever had.

He had a magic touch
with the VeloBinder.

You really think he's dead?Yes, and dismembered.

No blood.Uh, well, you know what?

Lots of solvent around here,
and the killer could
have cleaned up.

You think he was sliced up
on my paper cutter?

The imperfections on the blade
appear to be consistent...

with striations
on the victim's bones.

- I'm feeling a little sick.
- Oh, join the club, huh?

So any of the employees
have problems with Oliver?

No, everybody loved him.

The crew I had
back when Oliver was here,
they were tight.

Wait. What do you mean
back when?

Did you have a recent, uh,
turnover?

Everybody's new,
except for Tony up front.

What happened?

That happened.

Oh, jackpot winners, huh?
You won the lottery.

Yeah. Four of us
bought a ticket together.

[ Brennan ]
Fifteen million each.

Yeah, and then the other three
called it rich and quit.

Why not you?Where would I go?

They thought I was nuts.

But I love this place.
It gives me a purpose.

- The copy shop?
- We ship too.

What about Oliver and Tony?
Why didn't you include them
in the lottery pool?

We invited Oliver,
but he didn't believe
in gambling,

and Tony was
at his herbalist's.

[ Shaw ]
They're all lying.

Oliver Lawrence waspart
of the lottery pool.

How do you know
they were lying?

I examined the numbers
that they played.

I found Oliver's birthday,
his childhood street address...

and his high school
basketball number.

Okay, but the odds
of finding four disparate
personality types...

willing to participate
in a murder this brutal
are very remote.

Mmm, the likeliest scenario
is one person killed Oliver
for the ticket,

the others found out
and traded silence
for shares in the win.

That works for me.Whoa. Wait, wait.
Wait a second.

We can't
confront these people.

You understand?
All they're gonna do
is lawyer up.

With all the money
they just made, it's--

The investigation is just
gonna stall out for years.

So we don't confront them.

We ask for their help.

Cam was able to do
a preliminary tox screen
on the victim.

Nothing extraordinary,

except he drank
a lot of coffee.

Ship 'N' Print
is open 24 hours a day.

Anybody's gonna need
a little caffeine to get 'em
through the night shift.

We still don't know
what killed the victim?

Dr. Edison found
some defensive wounds,

and he's determining
if one was cause of death.

What are you doing?Oh.

Shaw had some
of the F.B.I. techs
bring over this copy machine.

I'm gonna see
what shipping info...

is stored
in the copier's memory.

Oh. You need
the whole machine
to do that?

Shaw didn't want Booth to think
that she overlooked anything.

[ Clears Throat ]

How's he doin', by the way?

I don't know.
He won't talk about it.

Yeah. Well, can't imagine
losing my dad.

I should be able
to help Booth, shouldn't I?

Yeah, but...
what he's going through--

it's not your fault.

But you would be able
to help Hodgins.

Booth could help me.

What would you do?

Booth loves you, Brennan,
not me.

It doesn't matter
what anybody else would do.

You have to figure out
what you can give him...

that nobody else can.

[ Beeping ]

Oh, great.

387 packages were shipped
on the day he went missing.

Good luck.

[ Sweets ]
Uh, Sheila Burnside
has certainly grown...

since the lottery photo
was taken.

Well, with all that money,
I'm tellin' you,
she can afford to grow.

Says that she met Hugh
while, uh, working
at Ship 'N' Print.

They've been married
for three years.

[ Booth ]
Oh, there he is.
Connor Trammel.

Manager of Ship 'N' Print.
Hmm? He doesn't talk
to the others.

That's interesting.

There is Ralph Berti.

He started working
at Ship 'N' Print after
a bitter divorce wiped him out.

So you think showing them
old mug shots is gonna help?

It's the same principle
as a Rorschach test.

It allows them to open up
and drop their defenses.

Right.

I'm Special Agent Booth.
This here is my associate,
Dr. Lance Sweets.

I can help with
the grief counseling
if necessary.

Uh, yeah. Connor told us
what happened to Oliver,
and it's just awful.

So we just wanna help.
Right?

- Yeah. Of course.
- Yeah.

Well, perhaps
you can help us
find his killer.

Yeah. We have some customers
here from Ship 'N' Print...

who have criminal records
for assault.

Maybe you can recognize someone
who had an altercation
with Oliver.

For sure. Definitely.

We get a lot
of creeps in there.

I remember him.
Don't you?

Yeah. Uh, you know what? I do.
He was a real troublemaker.

- He, uh-- He stole a box
of yellow highlighters once.
- [ Laughs ]

I don't remember him.Are you kidding, Connor?
I do.

Me too. Definitely.
He screamed at me once.
Right, Hugh?

And then you reported it
to Connor.

- No, you didn't.
- Yeah. I did.

Maybe you have a reason
to protect him, Connor.

You all have had it out
for me because I stayed.

You have to admit,
it's pretty wacked.

Yeah, I mean, there was
a lot of money--It was weird.

[ Laughing ]
and you just stayed.Excuse us for a moment.

We just need to, uh,
run that suspect back
through our system.

Just keep looking.

You know, Sheila knew
that fingering one
of those mug shots...

would've taken the heat
right off her.

Yeah, but her husband's
clearly the submissive one.

He's the one who'll crack.She could've gotten him
to, uh, kill Oliver.

Did you see the way--[ Cell Phone Rings ]

I mean, he's a piece of work.

Hold on. Booth.

Every time an employee
uses the printer
at Ship 'N' Print,

they have to punch in
an I.D. code first.

Wait, who printed the labels?

Ralph Berti.

Ralph Berti. Thank you.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

I-I didn't kill Oliver.
I liked him, kind of.

[ Sweets ] Kind of?He was a goody two-shoes,
you know?

A reformed drinker.
Did everything by the book.

Not really a fun guy.

Oh, so you figured
he wouldn't enjoy
all those millions?

No. No. Not like that.We know Oliver picked some
of the winning numbers, Ralph.

He should've gotten
the money too, right?

Okay. Uh, the five of us
bought the ticket together.

We-We were saving his share
until he came back.
We didn't kill him for it.

Amazing how these four are
always changing their story
all the time.

[ Ralph ]
That is the truth. I swear it.

Right. I would believe you,
but we have these.

These are logs
of the employee codes
used on the printer.

Right? The labels for the boxes
that contain Oliver's
body parts, all right--

they were all posted
using your code.

- You're kidding.
- No, I'm not kidding.

Does it look like
I'm kidding?No.

Everybody used my code
because it was 1-2-3-4.

It doesn't get easier
than that, right?

But if you check
the printer memory,

I'll bet 90% of the time,
the code that was used
was mine.

I still haven't been able
to determine cause of death.

There are
microfractures...

on the third
and fourth left ribs.And on his left radius.

Defensive wounds consistent
with a fistfight.

So there was a struggle
before he was killed.

I did find kerf marks
on his right acromion.

Oh, very small kerf marks.

And they're on
the right greater tubercle.

And on his right olecranon.

The victim struggles
with his assailant,

and then
is struck multiple times
on the right side...

with something
that approximates a tiny saw.

Good work, Dr. Edison.But I have no answers.

You will.
I wouldn't hire a fool.

I suppose that's true.
Thank you. Oh!

And I'm glad to see
that your breasts seem
to be feeling better.

I beg your pardon?

Your--

Before, you said
I should observe.

Ice packs.

I'll just study
the kerf marks.

[ Inhales ]

Don't burn the garlic.

I don't want Temperance
to come home to burnt garlic.

I never burn the garlic.
I do it just the way
you taught me.

I don't think so.

Come on, look.
It's simmering, huh?

Sorry. I guess I miss
bossing you around.

You sure you gotta
take off tomorrow?Yes.

I'll deliver these to the V.A.,
and then I'm back.

So what are
all those papers for?

Oh, probate forms,
insurance claims,

pension documents,
Social Security forms.

You gotta sign these.Me?

I have to sign them? Why?
I haven't seen him in 20 years.

You're next of kin.Well, so are you.

So is Jared.No, your father made you
sole executor and beneficiary.

Ha. Beneficiary.

Having him for a father
wasn't exactly a benefit, Pops.

- Seeley--
- Look, you were my father.

All right?
He was never there for me.

You raised me, not him.

He was never there.
Understand?

You don't have
to defend him to me.

I wasn't.

I was just trying to remind you
that he was my son.

Good or bad, he was my son.

And I gotta tell you,
I'm a little disappointed...

that you don't seem to see
the hurt I'm feeling.

I'm sorry, Pops.

You don't think I know
what it was like for you?

You don't think
I don't feel responsible?

I raised him.

Don't you feel responsible
for your boy?

Now, Seeley, we're family.

We gotta get through this
together.

You're right.

Okay. Anything for you, Pops.

Anything.

I'll get the sauce.
I don't wanna burn the garlic.

Boiling point
for the polystyrene...

is higher than the lipids
by 15 degrees Celsius.

So you canseparate the liquids
from the tissue sticking
to the packing peanuts.

And skim off the solids
and particulates...

as it simmers.

Excuse me.

Ooh! This looks like a piece
of sternocleidomastoid muscle.

Well, be my guest.
All those chunks are yours.

There's something in here.

Looks like a piece of tape.Mmm.

[ Hodgins ] Some of the packing
material probably stuck to it
while it was decomposing.

No. It's embedded in the muscle.
It was here when he died.

But how did it get there?

[ Angela ]
Well, Ralph's story checks out.

Ninety-six percent
of the jobs
on the printer...

were done
using Ralph's code.

Now, I found something else
in the printer's memory.

This was taken
two days before
Oliver was murdered.

Why would someone
photocopy their buttocks?

Well, I guess they were doin'
some kinky calisthenics
on the job.

Look at this.

Look at the hand
next to the butt.

Didn't Clark say
there was a bone growth
on the victim's left hand?

Yes. A sesamoid.

Which means that this tush
was making whoopee
with the victim.

So now we just have to
figure out whose tush this is.

The lighter area
indicates where the ischia
are pressing onto the copier.

The darker areas are flesh.

Can you measure
the ischial tuberosities
on her pelvic girdle?

Yeah.

24.3 centimeters.

Those are some narrow hips.

Only about five percent
of women have hips
that narrow.

There was only one woman
among the lottery winners.

Enlarge the woman,
focusing on her hips.

Narrow hips.

So Sheila lures him
to the copier, kills him...

and then takes his share
of the money...

so she can get
a new pair of boobs.

Ah. Here they are.

Thank you so much
for coming in
on such short notice.

Please have a seat.
Let me get this for you.

You're welcome.

[ Squeaks ]

New chairs.

I don't know what you're after,
so I'm gonna lay out the rules.

We will listen to anything
you have to say,

but my client
will not be answering
any of your questions.

Okay. You know what?
You're free to go.
Thanks for coming.

Uh, that's it?Mm-hmm.

You brought me down here
for this?

Do you have any idea
what this guy charges?

Well, I'm sure
you'll be able
to pay for it.

What the hell is she doing?

Well, this seat cushion
is made from compression foam.

It's engineered to
capture orthotic modeling.

I'm using it
to measure your client's
ischial tuberosities.

- My what?
- Your ass bones.

You see, they're like
fingerprints in your pants.

They're a match, Booth.

- This is her.
- Whoa. Well, look at that.

Those are Oliver's hands
on your butt, two days
before he was murdered.

So it seems like
we might have something
to talk about after all.

- Okay, that doesn't mean--
- [ Attorney ]
Do not talk!

Not one word.

[ Squeaks ]We did it a few times.

But it didn't mean anything.

Yeah, but I'm sure
it would've meant something
to your husband.

And you didn't want him
to find out,
so you killed him.

- I'm a slut, not a killer.
- Shut up!

He knows all about it.
I told him everything
after we broke things off.

Oh, and then, two days later,
Oliver was killed.

Where was your husband
the night Oliver died?

Hugh wouldn't kill anyone.

I hate my job.

Any progress?

I've combed the weapons database
for knives, saws,
cooking implements,

but I just
can't find a match
for these kerf marks.

Not your day for weapons
identification, huh?Why, thank you.

Hadn't crossed my mind.

So I assume you
found something
wonderfully relevant.

Not to rub it in,
but I did, actually.

The tape had more
than just muscle tissue on it.

It also contained a piece
of an artery.

We found
our cause of death.Yep.

Whatever the weapon was--Mm-hmm.

hit the right
sternocleidomastoid muscle...

and severed the right
subclavian artery.

Leaving behind that tape.

Maybe the handle
on the weapon was loose,
and they tried to tape it up.

Maybe. You mind
if I take a look at that?

Yep. Go nuts.

I think I found our weapon.

[ Booth ] Hey.[ Hank ] Is this
a bad time, kiddo?

No. It's not a bad time.

I took everything
to the V.A.

Ha. I would have done that
for you, you know.

Uh, I don't think so.[ Chuckles ]

Besides, they had
some stuff for me.

You know, Pops, you--
you don't have
to go so soon.

You can stay as long
as you want.

Well, you see,
tonight's movie night,

and I have this
little lady friend...

that likes it
when the lights go out.

You understand?I think so, Pops.
Yeah.

But before I go, I--
I want to read you
this letter.

It was among
your father's things.

No. Too late for that.

Now wait a minute.

It's-- The letter's to me,
not to you.

Just shut up and listen.

There's a lot in here
about growin' up.

Blah, blah, blah.
Blah, blah--
Oh, here we are.

"I didn't write
a letter to Seeley...

because I knew he'd rip up
anything I send him.

And he should.

If you can find a way,
let him know I loved him.

He and Jared deserved
a better father than me,

a father--

[ Sighs ]

a father as good as I had.

Thank you for raising him
to be the man
I could never be."

So what do you want me
to do with that, Pop?

Nothing.

I'm just glad you listened.

Do what you want
with what you heard.

It's up to you.

I have something else.

I don't want that.

Open it or don't open it.

They told me
to give it to you.

Aw, son, listen.

I know you wish some things
could've been resolved--

"closure" they call it--

but life is just a lot
of loose ends.

So smile.

Love that woman you have.

And love that new little girl
that you're gonna have.

All right, Pops.

Thanks.All right.

[ Groans ]
Careful now. I'm brittle.

All right. All right.

Thanks, Pops.

The weapon that left
those marks on the bone
was a tape gun.

A tape gun?Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but we're talking
about a heavy-duty,
industrial-size tape gun.

Now, these are
the three models that
the Ship 'N' Print chain uses.

Can you go close on the teeth
and match them to the marks?

Yeah.

[ Angela ]
We have our murder weapon.

The kerf marks
are on the victim's
right acromion,

right greater tubercle,
right olecranon.

Which makes
our assailant a lefty.

Now he blocked the first blow,

and the second one dazed him.

The third blow severed
his subclavian artery.

And left the tape in
the sternocleidomastoid
muscle.

So who's our lefty?

[ Exhales ]

Thank you.
So kind of you to come in
and visit us again.

Have a seat, please.

Don't sit.Don't sit.

Right. So you are aware
that your wife was having
an affair, correct?

- No comment.
- No comment. Okay.

- You don't wanna know
what was happening, huh?
- No.

Right. Okay, so your lawyer
represents your wife,
Sheila, too.

So is your lawyer working
for you or for her?

For both of them.That's a conflict of interest.

Is it?Right.

Did he show you
this photocopy?

We're leaving.

You seem real mad
about that.

Oh, one last thing there.
Oh!

Hey, nice catch there, lefty.

It's gotta be
Hugh Burnside, right?

He had means, motive,
opportunity--

It doesn't matter.
It's all circumstantial,
all right?

Lawyer's just gonna
get the judge
to cut him loose.

So just have him
sign the paperwork
and wave bye-bye.

Let me go through my notes
one more time.

There's gotta be something.Shaw, it's just
not the way it works.

We don't have
enough evidence yet.

I really-- I-I wanted you
to know that you could
count on me.

Listen to me, Shaw.
Get over it.

This case is not
about you.What?

What we do is teamwork.
You thinking that the only way
I'm going to respect you...

is if you hand me this final
piece of the puzzle
is not teamwork.

It's ego.

Right?Okay. Yeah.

Um, I'm gonna go back
and get Burnside
to sign these documents.

Any luck
with the packing material?

Yeah. There's something--
a sliver or something--

jammed into the side
of this packing peanut.

Almost missed it.
It's the same color
as the polystyrene.

Well, let me know
once you run it through
the G.C. mass spec.

Uh, hold on a second.

We might need Clark
for this one.

It's bone.

I've been over this skeleton
a dozen times,

and this piece of bone
doesn't fit anywhere.

Let me take a look.

[ Clears Throat ]

Did you know that cabbage leaves
are recommended to soothe
sore breasts?

Apparently, the phytochemicals
in the plant are--

I spent the evening naked,
so my breasts are actually
feeling much better today.

- Thank you.
- Ah.

Naked.

Well, good then.

Dr. Edison, did you compare
the number and size of bony
spicules in this splinter...

to a histological section
from our victim's skeleton?

No. I just assumed
it was from our victim.

Which was clearly a mistake.

It came from a Buddhist necklace
made from human bone.

Oh.

Do you have any idea
why all the phony
return addresses...

got printed when you worked
the graveyard shift?

They did?
[ Chuckles ]
That-- That's weird.

Yeah. What's more,
we visited a few people
who received those packages.

And they all cooperated--
because they didn't
wanna go to jail.

Their packages
contained psilocybin.

You know, magic mushrooms.
All right? You're a dealer.

You were selling drugs
and you were shipping them
at night.

That doesn't mean
that I killed anyone.

Right. Agent Shaw.

Final piece of the puzzle.
I'll let you do the honors.

This is a chip of bone
from your pendant.

It was in the box
that contained Oliver's head.

The box also contained
psilocybin spores.

[ Booth ]
Magic mushrooms.

Oliver got all
"drugs are bad," okay?

So he took the package.

He said he was
gonna call the police.

I got people depending on me,
so I took the package back.

We fought, yes.

I didn't want to.
I'm-I'm all about nonviolence.

- You beat him with a tape gun.
- You sliced his neck
and you killed him.

I've been nonviolent
for over 25 years.

I-I lost it for five minutes.

I'd say overall that's--
that's really not that bad
in the scheme of things, right?

Right?

[ Woman: Alt Pop ]
♪ Something about ♪

♪ The cadence
in which she spoke ♪

♪ Just let you know ♪

♪ That one way or another
you'd never be the same ♪

♪ Maybe it was the way ♪

♪ That she used your full name
to ask you ♪

♪ If it might yet
be the right time-- ♪♪

So, Tony is gonna be
locked up for years, huh?

Plenty of time
for him to contemplate
the wheel of life...

and his, uh, baklava.

No. Bhavacakra.

Do you miss your father,
Booth?

Why? He's been gone
for 20 years. No.

Are you gonna open the box?

You know I really don't
wanna talk about this.

But I do.

And I might say
the wrong thing, but--

[ Sighs ]
for the time being,
we're sharing our lives,

and that means you can't
shut me out, Booth.

What's the point?

Aw, seriously?

That's--

Bones, I--

Quantum physicists
have postulated...

that the way we experience time
is an illusion--

that it doesn't happen
in a linear way,

that past and present,
in reality--

There's no difference.

Bones, what are you
trying to get at?

You do have some good memories
of your father.

You've told me that.

There was the time
when the river froze...

and he woke you up
at midnight to go skating.

And the time
you were sweeping up
at his barbershop...

when he put on Louis Prima...

and pretended the electric razor
was a microphone.

[ Chuckles ]
Well--

And the World Series.

Your one perfect day together.

Those good times with your dad
are happening right now.

They'll always be happening.

You deserve to keep those alive.

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]

I did that.
Right?

[ Chuckling ]

[ Chuckles ]

Those are the--

[ Crowd Chattering ] [ Announcer On P.A. ]
...to center field.

It is a base hit.

They're gonna hold everybody up.
The bases are loaded.

Ground ball.

[ Indistinct ]

It is two strikes
on Willie Wilson.

Bases loaded.

Two outs.

[ Continues, Indistinct ]

Ball one.

The crowd will tell you
what happens.

Well, the Philadelphia Phillies
are the world champions.

It's happening here
in the stands.

Mike Schmidt is
the most valuable player--

What's that mean?