All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S07E09 - The Dont in the Do (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

The lot will hold
1,000 cars.

That's at least 1,000 souls
that will be saved,
my sisters and brothers.

[ All Exclaiming ]
Hallelujah!

As our Lord says,
"If you build it,
they will come."

- [ Man ] That's right.
- [ Crowd Laughing ]

- The Lord spoke to me--
- [ Birds Squawking ]

and told me to build
his church...

right here
on this sacred ground.

The Lord spoke to him!

Oh, God![ Exclaiming ]

He told me to turn this refuse
into a heaven on earth.

[ Man ]
All right![ Woman ] Amen!

[ Squawking ]

So, we need all of you...

to answer the call
of the Holy Spirit...

and to open your heart
and your wallet.

[ Crowd ]
Amen!

- What is that?
- Why does he look like that?

[ Man ]
Why is it blue?

- [ Woman Gasps ]
- They're falling
from the heavens.

- [ Woman ]
It's a bird.
- [ Gasping ]

- Are they sick?
- It's dead!

[ Man ]
There's another one.[ Glass Shatters ]

Where are they coming from?

- It's a plague from God!
- What does this mean?

[ Woman Screams ]Brothers and sisters,

I'm sure there's an explanation.

- It's God's plan!
- Help us, Lord.

- It's a sign from the devil!
- The end time?

It's Satan!
God help us!

- We should pray.
- Run!

[ Screams ]

[ Crowd Shouting, Screaming ]

Run! Run!

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

[ Booth ]
Okay, day care for you
and a crime scene for us.

Bones, if you don't hurry up,
people are gonna start messin'
with your remains.

And we don't want that.[ Christine Cooing ]

Hey, baby, baby.
Da-da. F.B.I.

I don't know what to wear.

What do you mean?
We're going to a garbage dump.
There's no dress code.

Everything I put on,
all the clothes I had
before the baby,

I just feel like I'm not--

- [ Sighs ]
You know what I mean?
- No, I don't.

Listen,
we gotta get Christine
to the day care.

I feel like I'm
in someone else's body.

Oh, no. You are not
in somebody else's body.

Trust me.
I know your body.

I guarantee that one.

Okay, now you're humoring me
so that you can get
to the crime scene.

Yes, I am. So, why don't you
wear the green thingy?

What, this? It makes me look
like a golf course.

Bones, what's the matter?
You're never like this.

You don't think I should
care about how I look?

Right. I get it.

You're an airplane propeller
and I'm about to walk into you,

so I'm gonna take a step back.

I don't know what that means.

You're just feeling
a little vulnerable
because you just had a baby.

Are you saying that
I resent our daughter?
I love Christine.

No, no, not at all.
I just--

Look, what do you say
we talk about this later?

We really should
get to work.Okay, fine.

Should I wear this or this?

Uh, you know what?
They're both gorgeous.

Ugh! You're no help at all.

Absolutely no help at all.

Did I say
something wrong?

[ Chattering ]

That was the first one?

[ Police Radio Chatter ][ Man ]
Twenty yards.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Thank you.You're welcome.

I should've worn
the other top,
but you rushed me.

Well, you know what?
You're wearing--
Give me that.

It's raining out, okay?
You're wearing a jumpsuit.

- No one's gonna know
what you're wearing.
- I know what I'm wearing.

[ Booth ]
Okay, murder
at the Blue Man Group.

What's with all
the dead blue birds?

They picked the victim apart
and died doing it.

- Where are the rest
of the remains?
- With Hodgins.

I'm gonna put "freaky"
in my report, huh?

Yeah, it went
in mine too.Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Cam, Cam, do me a favor, okay?
When you get an opening,
tell Bones that she looks good.

Excuse me?

I think she's feeling
a bit unattractive
since having the baby.

But isn't that your job?No, no, I'm the loved one.
That's not gonna work.

I need you to do that. Please?
Look, I owe you one.
Come on, huh?

All right?
All right!

Just say she looks great.
That's all.Okay.

[ Hodgins ] Well,
we recovered the remains
from the garbage.

[ Brennan ]
What made the remains blue?

Well, there's
so many chemicals
in this dump,

it's gonna take a while
to figure out what
the original solution was.

Matches. Probably some kind
of accelerant.

- So someone tried to torch him.
- That's a lot harder to do
than people think.

So, the killer's
probably an amateur.

Adolescent
Calliphora vicina,

which means that
our blue friend here has
been dead for about two weeks.

Judging by the advanced
fusion of the sacrum,

he was male, around 30
and tall--

approximately
185 centimeters.

Oh, wow. Blue rats too?

Yeah, and raccoons
and squirrels.

And everyone who snacked
on this guy is dead.

Where's his hair?

He has no hair.

Well, the birds
probably took it.
It would make a lovely nest.

[ Mouthing Word ]

Speaking of lovely,

you look particularly
lovely yourself today,
Dr. Brennan.

- Booth told you
to say that, didn't he?
- What?

Sorry. You're
on your own, Seeley.

What-- Cause of death.
How did he die?
Cause of death?

Do I wanna know
what's goin' on here?

- No. No, no, no, no.
- Cause of death.

The scavenging has obscured
any other injuries to the bones,

so cause of death will
have to wait till the lab.

Of course. Right.
Of course it does.

But you look good in that.

Somehow you make
that old jumpsuit thing
look very hot.

- Seeley.
- Right.

Let's get it all back
to the Jeffersonian, huh?

Blue Man Group
and everything.

Here we go.

We--

None of the markings
to the upper body
is cause of death.

The straight grooves
with the flat floors
are rats.

These are dogs, and those
are from the seagulls.

The scoring to both femurs
could be from an assault.

- No, those are mostly
the result of--
- Coyotes!

Very good. Yes.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

I love my job!

Okay.
[ Chuckles ]

Can't wait to start
the facial reconstruction,

see if anybody reported
a blue man missing.

Krishna has been depicted
as having blue skin,

but he died in 3102 B.C.E.,
so decomposition would be
a little more advanced.

[ Loud Laughing ]

Wow, you are madly in love
with your job.

Any closer to what
that blue stuff is?

So far, I found dimethyl benzyl,
ammonium chloride,

sodium nitrite
and lactic acid.

But those could've been present
in the dump before the body
arrived.

- That's a no, right?
- I'll get it--

after I finish blending together
the remaining tissue.

Hey, if anybody needs me,
I'll be in my office, gagging.

We won't be able to use
the bones to identify assault...

until we rule out all the damage
caused by scavengers.

- He might have been poisoned.
- I'll know after
the tox screen.

If you can find
an uncompromised
piece of flesh.

Oh, you bone guys
are unimaginative.

We have--[ Arastoo ]
The tongue!

It would've been protected
from contamination.

Would you like
to do the honors,
Mr. Vaziri?

Thank you.

[ Sighs ]
Truly, madly, deeply in love.

The dump could represent
a funeral pyre.

A what?A pyre.

He was doused
in blue liquid...

that was supposed
to cremate him.

I'm thinking
it could be some kind
of a ritualized murder.

That's crazy. You're supposed...

to be the best profiler we have.

I was just spitballing.

You're reaching.
That's what you're doing.

You're reaching, all right?

Bodies are dumped in landfills
all the time, Sweets.

Something else goin' on?Nope, nothing else
is going on.

I have everything
under control.

If nothing is going on,

uh, what do you have
under control?

You think you're smart,
don't you?

Oh, I know I am.
Top of my class.

Honor society
in graduate school.

Youngest psychologist ever to--

Let's just focus on the case.
Concentrate on the case at hand.

I think maybe
you're afraid of something.

I'm afraid of what
I'm gonna do to you
if you don't shut up.

I think you're feeling
marginalized because...

the baby is taking Dr. Brennan's
attention away from you.

What? I'm sorry.
What'd you say?

[ Cell Phone
Ringing ]What?

Whoa. Easy, big guy.
You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
What is it?

I got a hit on
my facial reconstruction.

His name is Santiago Valmont,

and he's a hair stylist
at a high-end salon
in Georgetown.

- I sent you the file.
- All right. Hold on here.

Three female clients
reported him missing,
none of them family.

Yeah. A good-looking hairdresser
with three women who miss him?

I'd say he was giving
his clients more than a blowout.

Dude, is that a cart
full of critters?

Dr. Brennan
wants me to rule out all
the scavenger marks...

so we can identify injuries
that might indicate assault.

So I went back to the dump
and collected them
so I could match dentition.

Are you bucking
for teacher's pet
or something?

Because Dr. B.
doesn't really
do that.

I set a certain
standard of
excellence,

and I don't want
to disappoint
myself.

- Okay.
- What's that?

I pureed some of the flesh
to I.D. what he was doused in.

I have total faith in your
ability to resolve the mystery,

because, dude, you rock.

Okay, what is going on?

Have you been huffing this stuff
or something?

No one is supposed
to see this yet.
You can't tell anyone.

It's the galleys
from the Journal
of Forensic Anthropology.

Five up from the bottom.

"New Methodologies
for Osteometric Analysis
in Human Remains"...

by Arastoo Vaziri.

Hey, man, congratulations!Thanks.

I've just been so pumped,
and I can't say anything
until the Journalcomes out.

Check out page 41.Forty-one.

You gave me a footnote.

You deserve it.Well, thank you.

Wow. Now, let me give you
a little piece of advice.

You've been published.
Excellent.

Now just, you know,
relax and enjoy it.

That's not how it works.
I gotta figure out
my next project.

Academia's a bitch, bro.

When was the last time
any of you saw Santiago?[ Woman ] Two weeks ago.

My husband has been
in St. Louis for two months.

A woman needs to be
appreciated occasionally.

After cutting up oranges
for soccer practice,

there was nothing like
getting blown out by Santiago.

[ Murmurs ]

Huh. Uh, so you were--
you were all then,

uh, appreciated
by Mr. Valmont?

- And none of you were jealous?
- We each had our own
appointments.

I had him every Wednesday
and Friday at 5:00.

I was Thursdays at 1:00...

before picking up the kids
for soccer practice.

You know, it's very rare not to
feel proprietary when involved
in an intimate relationship.

Well, someone
was jealous.

His Saturday appointment.

Bitch always demanded
the 6:00.

Why would that matter?

It's the last appointment
of the day.

There's no rush.
It's good planning.Uh-huh.

But Santiago started complaining
about her last month.

Said she was getting
crazy and jealous.

- Did he mention a name?
- No, he respected our privacy.

We respected his.
Right, girls?

Mm-hmm.

I can't believe he's dead.
He was my best stylist.

My first hire
when I opened the place.

Well, he had a regular client
on Saturdays at 6:00.

We need to know
who that was.

I have no idea. He booked
his own appointments.

He wanted to keep
his clients confidential.

Because he was
having sex with them?

Did you know about that?

Look, if you wanna know
about Santiago's clients,
ask Theo, his shampoo boy.

He's over
at Santiago's station.

I have a salon to run.

Of course you do.

Shampoo boy, huh?

[ Woman ]
We're gonna wash your hair.

Excuse me.
Hey. F.B.I.

I need to ask you
some questions
about Santiago.

Oh, God. Something's wrong,
isn't it?

Santiago's not playing hooky.

He's dead, Theo.
Santiago was murdered.

No, that-that--
that can't be.

- Kevin.
- Who?

Kevin has been
trying to get his station
for the past two years.

-Think he'd kill for that chair?
-You people have something
you want to say to me?

Santiago's been murdered.

Well, if there is any justice,
it was that poor girl he made
look like a skunk.

Let's just focus.

We're looking for a client
who had Santiago's 6:00
appointment on Saturday.

I leave at 5:00 on Saturdays,
so, if he had a private client,
I wouldn't know.

Oh, please!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, that's his private--

Now you don't need
a warrant.

You're welcome, G-man.

Look at this, huh?
A tip envelope.

"You're mine, darlin'.
Don't forget it. XOXO. Ruby."

Maybe he didn't live up
to his side of the bargain.

Santiago was my stylist,
and I gave him a tip.

I don't see
what the big deal is.

My dad was a barber.
The biggest tip he ever got
was a glazed ham, okay?

He got a thousand dollars.
That's gotta mean something.

He was a really,
really good stylist.

Ruby, we know
all about Santiago.

We know
that he was sleeping
with his clients.

I was more than just a client.
I loved him.

He knew that.

You loved him? Right.

So I'm sure the idea
of him sharing other women
really bothered you, huh?

But I would never
do anything to hurt him.

I gave him the money
to help him.

He had debts from--

from buying drugs.

It's the only reason
why he was messing around
with those skanks--

'cause he was high.What kind of drugs?

Weed, pills, some cocaine
every now and then.

Okay, so you made sure
he was supplied?No! God, no!

I was trying to get him into
treatment, but he wanted to
get his dealer off his back.

I was trying to save him,
not kill him.

The stuff is blue,
and he was a hairdresser.

So, it's gotta be
Barbicide.

And Barbicide
is flammable, right?Yes.

But it doesn't contain
meta-diaminotoluene.

Okay, so, if the blue stuff
degraded, we'll never know
what it was?

Well, maybe, if you were dealing
with an average scientist.

I, however, have discovered
that the color component here,
it didn't degrade.

It's an unusual formulation
of copper salts...

frequently used to clean
and disinfect pools
and-and fountains.

Yeah, but he wasn't
found anywhere near
a pool or a fountain.

I know.
That's the problem.

Ah, Miss Montenegro,
there you are.

Oh, Arastoo.
Congratulations!

- You weren't supposed
to tell anyone.
- I didn't.

Well, she's my wife,
so that doesn't count.

Where--
Where is that written?

- It's common knowledge.
- Oh. Okay then.

Thank you.
But don't tell
anyone else.

I might have an idea
for my next paper.

"New Insights
into Forensic Odontology."
Pretty exciting, huh?

Yeah, yeah.
Let me catch my breath.

I'm taking Mikrosil molds
of the scavengers' teeth.

I theorize that if
we can scan the bones,

then input the exact dentition
of each scavenger,

we should be able to use
the Angelatron to strip away
their teeth marks,

leaving only those injuries
that might point to an assault.

That's interesting.

It's a little crazy,
but it's interesting.

- So you'll help?
- Yeah.

As long as I don't have
to touch those things.

Thanks, Cam.

So, Cam's tox screen
confirms that Santiago
had drugs in his system.

All right.
So, Saturday at 6:00
was telling the truth.

Looks like it.So why are we heading
to, uh, Little India?

Santiago's last
credit card charge was for
a parking meter there...

in front of an import store
that was busted for drugs
last year.

Okay, hold on.
Shouldn't you have
just taken a right?

Oh, no. My car's got
the Entune system.

Finds the best route,
least traffic.

So, we're driving
in a robot?

Yes, my robot friend,
Camry.

He calls me Dave.

That-- That is
incredibly geeky of you.

- You got the reference,
so what does that mean?
- Whoa. Look at that.

You get sports scores
on this thing too?Uh-huh.

I slept in here one night
after Daisy and I had a fight...

and hated to leave
when we made up.

So, how-- how are things
with you and Dr. Brennan?

Fine.
Absolutely fine.Yeah?

I'm not sleeping in my car
if that's what you're
trying to get at.

Ooh. It's quite common
to experience a lull in
sexual activity after a baby.

Stop.

Okay.Stop. Okay?

We're fine.
Everything's great.

We're better than fine.Mmm.

I just want you to know
that I'm here if you need me
for anything.

Not--
Okay, not anything.

I-I wasn't
referring to--

My last statement
wasn't tied to my--

You know what?
You're just gonna let me
keep going, aren't you?

Absolutely. Hopefully,
your little robot car here
will be able to bail you out.

[ Sighs ]

No, it doesn't do that.

This was Mr. Vaziri's idea?

Yeah. This is a digital scan
of Santiago's skeleton.

And the smaller windows
show the dentition...

from the scavengers
that Arastoo gathered.

So, this allows you
to remove all
the postmortem trauma?

Ingenious.If it works.

How did you feel
after you had Michael?

I'm guessing you don't mean
the joy and happiness...

and overwhelming love.

No, that part
I like very much.

Oh. Your old clothes
don't fit, right?

Oh, God. I can't
get comfortable
in anything.

Booth doesn't understand.
He tries, but--

Men cannot understand.

It scares them
when we talk about clothing.

You should buy yourself
some new clothes and-and
give yourself a spa day.

Well, I-I'm too busy.
We don't even have
cause of death yet.

Wait a minute.
You just grew a human.

Someone should be
throwing you a parade.

Getting some new clothes
and a facial, I mean--

that seems like
the least you deserve.

How's it goin'?

Congratulations,
Mr. Vaziri.

Oh. Thank you.

Y-You weren't supposed
to know.

[ Beeping ]Why would you
keep this from me?

Oh, this. I thought you meant
my article in the Journal
of Forensic Anthropology.

No one is supposed
to know about that.

Then why did you
just tell me?

Right.

So, you like what I did here?
I was thinking it could be
another paper.

Yeah, it's actually working out
better than I thought.

Here. Look at these marks.
These weren't made by animals.

Can you enhance them?

Oh, this is awesome.

No, it is merely helpful.

Do not discount
what you can learn from touch
and careful observation.

- So, this is cause of death?
- No.

These marks aren't deep enough
or close enough to any of the
arteries that could be severed.

Perhaps not,

but the linear cut marks
on the side of the cranium
tell us a lot,

don't they, Mr. Vaziri?

- They do?
- Yes.

There are micro-incisions
here and here.

That's why the victim's
hair was missing.

He was scalped.

♪♪ [ Background: Indian Pop ]

Like I said, Sweets, the owner
was arrested for selling drugs
last year, okay?

So Santiago
could've been killed
in a drug deal gone bad.

Well, I never heard
of a drug dealer
scalping anyone, huh?

A ritualistic killing
doesn't seem so odd now,
does it?

Ooh!Hey. What's goin' down,
good people?

Right.
Poorab, uh--

- Sangani.
- Sangani.

- Yeah.
- F.B.I. Special Agent Booth.

We're looking to get some
information on this guy.
Santiago Valmont.

He was spotted here
last Tuesday.

Nah, man.
I never heard of him.

Really?

We know that you were busted
last year for selling drugs,
Poorab.

No, man. No, no, man.
I'm clean, man.

Yo, I'm, like,
"in the program" clean, man.

So, you wouldn't mind
cooperating with us, right?

Well, yeah, man, yeah.
Damn.

Here you go.
Right there.

This dude's rockin'
straight-up woman hair.

He's actually rockin'
no hair at the moment.
He's dead.

Oh, man, dude. Ugh.

You know what, man?
Yo, my brother, he was workin'
on Tuesday night, right?

He's in the back makin' samosas.
I'm-a go get him for you.
All right?

Yo, Ronnie!
Hey, man, time to do
some public service, bro.

Agent Booth?Yeah.

Blue liquid.

The stuff
he was doused in, huh?Mm-hmm.

Poorab!

[ Grunts ]

Hey!

[ Grunts ]All right.

[ Man ] Wow, man.Did you see
what happened?

Are they cops?Booth.

Look at that.
That's a lot of hair.Yeah.

I don't think Santiago was
the only one who got scalped.

Okay, great.
Just let me know when
he has his P.D., okay?

Great. Thanks.Poorab won't talk?

No, not till he has
his public defender.
This is not what I need.

I got so much
on my plate right now.
I don't need his grief.

Who? Dr. Brennan?Huh?

It's a communication issue,
isn't it?

You know what, Sweets?
My life is not a game show,
all right?

You know, if you don't deal
with communication issues
right away,

they can fester
and cause serious damage
to a relationship.

It's not that. I just--
[ Sighs ]

Look, I think she's feeling
a little unattractive
since having the baby.

That's all.Oh!

"Oh" what?

It's very common
for a-- a new mother...

to experience
a certain degree
of body dysmorphism.

Dysma-- What?

Dysmorphism.Dysmorphism?

Dysmorphism.What is that?

It's a condition related
to body image.

Have you told her lately
that she looks--Of course!

And she does, all right?
All the time I'm telling her
she looks great.

But I just think
that she feels like I'm
shining her on. That's all.

You need to show her
that she's wrong.

Buy her something
that, you know, makes her
feel... beautiful.

Cupcakes?Lingerie.

I-- Oh.

It's a lingerie store.

You gotta be kiddin' me.Women love lingerie.

I buy it for Daisy
all the time.

You know I'm right.

All right.

There we go.

Sequins, colors.These are crotchless.

Crotchless. I think
you know a little bit
too much about this.

Daisy's adventurous.
Huh?

Huh?You know what? This--
This is a bad idea.

Let's go.What?

Perhaps this bralette
is more to your liking.

It comes with
these delicious panties.

Ooh.
[ Chuckles ]

Um, I'm just looking.

If you want something
more intimate--

No!Yeah, he does.

- What size is she?
- Well, I don't know.

You see,
she just had a baby.

Are we talking
apples or melons?

Mangoes.

You lookin'
at her fruit?I am a doctor.

Just accept the help.

No, no, ma'am. Ma'am.
I don't need that many.
I'm just looking for one thing.

Actually,
one small little thing.
Not too small.

One thing?Yeah.

For the woman
who just had your baby?

What?Come on.

If you want
this relationship to last,
you'd better let me help you.

You pulled me away from
examining the bones...

to play with the biggest
hair ball on earth?

It's one paper, Mr. Vaziri,
not the Nobel Prize.

Did Hodgins tell you?
Angela.

Emilio in the parking garage.

And since Booth thinks
the victim's hair
may be in here,

we are on tweezing duty
until we separate and I.D.
every follicle.

- [ Device Beeps ]
- Thank you, mid-17th-century
immigrants.

What are those things?Wool carders.

I got them from
the Colonial New England
diorama.

Now, if these honeys
can separate wool,

then human hair--
human hair should be
a piece of cake.

Beats tweezing.
Carder up, Mr. Vaziri.

Hey, I figure
if we grab a snack now,

we can dish for about
eight minutes,

and then we can pump
later on.

It's a glamorous life
we lead, isn't it?I'm working.

I know. I'm interrupting.

I got you a grilled-veggie pita,
by the way,

because I know
you're a wild woman.

I've noticed some damage
and scarring that didn't
show up on the Angelatron.

Oh, really?

Arastoo is gonna be bummed.
He thought he was on a roll.

More importantly,

I got us a reservation
at The Four Winds Spa.

I know. I know.
You're welcome.

Facials, body scrubs,
massages.

Fracturing.

I'm gonna take a pass
on the fracturing.

Are you in?

It sounds
appealingly indulgent.

There's an injury
to the victim's back.

The L4 and L5 show
hairline fracturing.

And there's no remodeling.

These injuries occurred
at time of death.

Oh.

Dr. Brennan?
I found something
you need to see.

You can see
a dark line of demarcation
near the cut end.

That's a result
of putrefaction.

Which means the hair
was cut off a corpse.

Is this
Santiago Valmont's hair?

No. The hair shaft
has a circular cross section
and a thick cuticle.

It didn't come
from a Caucasian.

So, where's the victim's hair?

We haven't found
a match for him yet,

but we have found hair
from 25 different people
in the hair bundle.

- All dead at the time
the hair was removed.
- Twenty-five victims?

Perhaps Dr. Sweets
was right about this being
a ritualistic killing.

Well, if he was hog-tied
in some kind of ceremony,

that would account for
the injuries I found
in the victim's L4 and L5.

Those didn't show up
on the Angelatron.

No, they didn't, Mr. Vaziri.

Sometimes it is best not
to let a machine do your work.

Please reexamine the bones
to see what else you missed
in your quest for notoriety.

Of course.

I'm Tess Levinson.
I'm representing
Mr. Sangani.

Of course you are.
First day on the job, right?

Nope.
This is my second week.

And I have advised
my client of his rights.

Great. Okay.
You can sit.

Without stepping
on your rights, Poorab,

maybe you can tell me why
you ran off with a bag...

that contained hair
from over 25 corpses?

What?Yeah. According
to our lab,

your client here killed
and scalped over 25 people
for their hair.

That's just sick.

No, man, no, no.
That is whack, man.
I didn't kill anyone, man.

I hustled the hair
from my uncle's mortuary.What?

Look, every Wednesday,
I sneak in there,

I cut the hair off the stiffs
before they stick them
in the furnace.

I sell them to beauty shops
for extensions.

Wait a second. Extensions?

But the customers
didn't know it came
from dead people.

Santiago Valmont came to you
to pick up hair?

That's all!
I was his supplier.

All right, him and his boy
at the salon-- um, Kevin.

- Kevin.
- Yeah. Chicks pay big bucks
for weaves of that stuff.

You got one, right?
I bet it's one of mine.

I can't do this!
You're-- You're an animal.

I hate law!

I'm-- I'm going
to shave my head.

You forgot your, uh--

Right. So you
supplied Kevin too?

I'd like to wait
till I get another lawyer.

You-You understand?

Okay. We've got an hour
before the sitter takes off,

so if we leave right now,
we can go crazy...

and treat ourselves with
a trip to the dry cleaners.

Mmm. As exciting
as that sounds,

I can't go anywhere
until I figure out
what this blue stuff is.

This stuff
is incredibly acidic.Not to mention boring.

Come on, honey.
Let's go.

If we leave right now,
we can fool around in the car
before we get home.

- Sounds good, right?
- Mmm. Actually,
that does sound fun.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah.Yeah?

Oh, my God!
That-- That's it.

This is an extremely
flammable poison...

that contains
both sodium silicate
and glycolic acid,

which is basically
degraded ethylene glycol.

It's antifreeze!

He was doused
in antifreeze?Yes!

That is it.

I did it, Ange.
I figured it out.

Now I'm really feeling like
foolin' around in that car.

Here.Okay.

We are seriously
understaffed right now.

I'm sure Booth could help.
His father was a barber.

Right. If she doesn't learn
how to properly layer, you're
gonna lose a lot of business.

- Where's Kevin?
- I don't know.

He disappeared,
and he took everything
with him.

His station
was cleaned out.

For five years
he's been working here,

and then he takes off
without even a phone call.

Wait. You guys
don't think that--

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh.

Mr. Vaziri, have you found
anything yet that might point
to a cause of death?

Excuse me?Cause of death.

That's the reason
we're here.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry.
I got distracted.

Uh, I noted various scrapes
and anomalies, but none seem
to be related to his murder.

Why are you distracted?
Do I need to get
another intern?

No. No. It's just--

I got word that the journal
isn't going to publish my paper.

Is that all?

It got pulled in favor of
a puff piece about Selena Gomez
on a fossil hunt.

I'm not familiar with
Dr. Gomez's work, but I look
forward to reading about it.

I worked on that paper
for six months.

- It was excellent.
- Yes, I know.

They sent it to me
for review.

You aren't supposed to know
who's on the review board,

but since they're not
publishing it.

You thought
it was excellent?

Yes, although I haven't reviewed
Dr. Gomez's findings.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

You're welcome.
However, I am quite pleased
you won't be published.

I-I don't understand.

You are clearly
too immature to understand
what being published means.

I know many scientists
who were published...

who are useless
and forgotten today...

because they thought
what they do wasn't
as important...

as who they were
perceived to be.

Do your job, Mr. Vaziri.

You possess many more
impressively calibrated sensory
organs than any computer.

Touch the bones.

Let them give you the answers.

That's why you're here.

Good luck. I hope
I don't have to fire you.

[ Sweets ]
You worked at that salon
for five years...

and you just walked out
without a word to anybody?

You think I was the only one
that hated Santiago?

Talk to the other stylists,
to his shampoo boy, to Tabitha.

For God's sake,
the man was a prima donna
with no talent.

Besides,
I was busier than he was,

so why would I have
to kill him for his chair?

Maybe, but you
may have killed him because
you were his drug dealer.

- No comment.
- No comment. Great.

Our team already
checked your apartment.
We found your stash.

Third ceiling tile from
the Kathy Griffin poster,
in case you don't believe us.

It's only a matter of time
till we match them to the drugs
found in Santiago's system.

Okay. So, I may have
sold Santiago a few
recreational aids. Big deal.

We know that he owed you
a thousand dollars.

You got mad
because he didn't pay.

[ Chuckles ]
You really think that I would
get myself dirty with his blood?

- Do you see what I wear?
- Why were you heading for
the airport then, Kevin?

Last time I checked,
dealing drugs was illegal.

- True. Very, very true.
- Yeah.

That's a shame, though,
that your car did overheat.

Yeah. And you know
what's weird about that?

According to your
credit card records,

you bought two gallons
of antifreeze
just last week,

but we didn't find any
in your car, so--

So?

So, Santiago's killer
doused him
with antifreeze...

and tried to light him
on fire.

Oh, God.

Well, I mean--

Well, somebody must have
stolen it from my trunk.

I mean, there's
no other explanation.

Really? 'Cause I could
think of a few more.

I shouldn't have left
Mr. Vaziri alone.

He hasn't been doing
his best work lately.

Oh, he'll be fine.

Besides,
I had to kill people to
get a reservation here.

I just feel like
my time would've been
better spent at the lab.

[ Moans ]No.

No, you are doing
the right thing, honey.

And not just
for yourself either.

Arastoo needs time alone
with those bones...

just as much
as you need to be here.

[ Moaning ]

Mmm. This is--
[ Chuckles ]

This is very pleasant.

Oh, just like that.
That's great.

Hey, do you wanna go
clothes shopping later?

Oh, absolutely.

You know that
the ancient Egyptians
used self-adornment to--

Who cares about
the Egyptians?

[ Sighs, Chuckles ]
This feels wonderful.

Mmm.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

Oh.

Mmm.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh, God.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]Oh. Please don't
answer that.

We are five seconds
away from bliss.

Five, four, three--

Brennan.

[ Sighs ]
I found a superficial incision
at the inferior margin...

on the anterior aspect
of the body of the hyoid.

Where exactly on the hyoid,
Mr. Vaziri?

Two millimeters superior
to the attachment
of the sterno-hyoid.

Are you sure?It was too small
for the Medio Cam,

but I felt it,
just as you said.

The damage was from a blade.
I'm working with Dr. Hodgins
to determine what kind.

How could someone slice
the underside of the hyoid
during a struggle?

Sweetie, get off the phone
and join me in heaven.

[ Sighs ]

- Mmm.
- I know what happened.

- [ Phone Beeps ]
- You were right.
This was an excellent idea.

We should do it more often.

[ Chuckles ]

Okay.

Hey, I paid my money,
so take me to heaven.

There's only one way
for the hyoid
to be sliced like that.

All right, Bones.
You could've changed,
gotten the mask off your face.

Well, I'm finally comfortable.
Are you still dissatisfied
with the way I look?

Huh? Me? Why is this
all of a sudden
about me here?

Kevin was going to
cut Santiago's hair.Right.

So he had him sit
in the shampoo chair
with his head all the way back.

That way, a cut
across the throat would
have nicked the hyoid...

and sliced the external
carotid artery.

We should find evidence
of blood.Mm-mmm.

You're not-- You're not
gonna find the blood there
'cause Kevin didn't do it.

But Kevin had motive,
the antifreeze.

He ran.
And forensically--

Bones, just trust
the barber's son, okay?

Santiago, he hated Kevin.
Plus he was vain.

He would never allow him
to work on his hair.

There's only one person here
who he would trust, okay?

Follow me.[ Hair Dryer Blowing ]

Hey, Theo.
That's nice work.

Oh, thank you.

Tabitha's giving me
a chance now that
there's an opening.

Please don't bother him.
He's working on a customer.

Okay, Bones.
Use your magic wand over here
and see what you get, huh?

This area.

- There's no blood
in the sink.
- Blood?

So, these here are
the extensions that Santiago's
famous for, right?

- He was a genius.
- But you're the one
who styled them.

Isn't that right, Theo?
You're using the same texturing
technique right now on her.

Isn't that correct?

The same technique you used
on Santiago when he asked you
to cut his hair.

It's nice work, by the way.

You got it all wrong.[ Brennan ]
I don't think so.

Booth's father was a barber.
He knows his hair.

- And I just found blood.
- [ Booth ] Blood.

Bones, get off the chair,
will you? Blood.

Based on how he was
positioned in the sink,

it's no surprise
Santiago's blood
spurted this high.

Well, you forgot to clean
that area up there.

I--

I just wanted
my own chair.

I begged him.

After everything
I did for Santiago,
he just--

he just laughed at me.

So you scalped him?
What, killing him
wasn't enough?

His hair was--
It was so beautiful.

It was the most beautiful hair
I had ever cut.

So you kept it.

Mr. Vaziri,
you're here quite late.

Oh, I was just thinking.
I guess I lost track of time.

You got a long life
ahead of you.

You'll publish.
Don't worry.

I wasn't supposed
to tell anyone,
but I told everyone.

And then my parents
told everyone.

And they told everyone.

It was like a chain letter of
embarrassment and humiliation.

You know you were
instrumental in solving
this case, right?

I was just doing what
Dr. Brennan told me to.

She trusted your ability.

I've never seen her
leave an intern alone
at that stage in a case.

I was thinking--

"Tactile Forensic Detection
of Bone Anomalies
in the Digital Age."

That could be
a fascinating paper,
don't you think?

Oh, go watch some TV,
Mr. Vaziri.

Take the night off.Right.

[ Crickets Chirping ]

[ Brennan ] So, it turned out
that Kevin was actually
telling the truth?

Yeah. Theo stole
the antifreeze from his car
to burn the body.

You know,
it turns out that Kevin
is a pretty honest guy,

you know, for a--
a miserable drug dealer.

She's still asleep?She is. Look at that, huh?

She's like a tiny
drunken sailor in a Onesie.[ Both Laugh ]

She actually
let us finish a whole meal,
one that didn't get cold.

You think we should
push it with dessert?

Sure.
I'll get some ice cream.Ice cream!

I scream for ice cream.
I'll have chocolate.

That'd be good.

- Don't forget the chocolate.
- Of course I'll get chocolate.

Yeah.

Here we go.Look at that.

Oh, what is--
What is this?It's a present.

For me?Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]
Thank you.Mm-hmm.

Why?

Well, you know,
'cause I-I love you,
I guess.

You guess?
[ Chuckles ]

[ Paper Crinkling ]

Oh.

Lingerie.Lingerie. Huh? Look.

Three pieces.
It matches, okay?
There's a bralette.

There's a-- a negligee
and a tanga.

Tanga. That's a seaport
in northern Tanzania.

Well, I must've misunderstood
what she said then.

Booth, why did you
buy me lingerie?

You were complaining,
you know, earlier about...

how your clothes
haven't been fitting you...

and you don't feel right
about yourself,

so I just thought
that, uh, you know--

I complain because
it's an irritating
inconvenience,

not because I'm unhappy
with the way I look.

Are you unhappy
with the way I look?

No, no.

There are hormonal
and physiological changes...

that the body goes through
after childbirth.

It's a fascinating process,
but for some men,

those changes could make them
lose interest in their mates.

Well, they don't
live with you.

[ Chuckling ]

I've never had undergarments
like these before.

They seem
very comfortable.

You chose well.Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe we should go upstairs
so I can try them on.

Well, comfort is what
I was thinking about.
Purely comfort.

Mm-hmm.Right? I should put this away
so it doesn't melt.

No, Booth.Yeah?

Let it melt.Whoa!

Or we could just
take it with us.
I'll take it with us.

[ Laughs ]

[ Christine Crying ]

Okay, you know what?
I'll-- I'll change her.

Okay, but I'm still
going to put this on.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm still bringing this.

You'll get it
sticky though.

You know, sometimes sticky--
Depends on where you put it.

What's that mean?