All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E08 - The Skull in the Sculpture (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Clattering ]

[ Panting ]

[ Slurred Speech ]
My dad thinks I'm selfish.

So I wanna steal him
some spare parts
for his birthday.

You're a good son, man.

Hey, dude,
I'm not moving.

Dude, your jacket's caught
on the barb wire.

Bounce around a little bit,
and you'll come loose.

Whoa!
[ Grunts ]

That worked great.

So, what kind of car
does he have?Old one.

Toyota FJ40.

He loves that thing
more than me.
That's for sure.

Check it out! Oh, wow.

Can you imagine if I gave him
that gold side mirror?

I could glue it
on his truck.

Gotta be gentle.
It's coming.

[ Chuckles ]
The car's bleeding.

There's something back there.

[ Both Scream ]

♪♪ [ Woman Singing Soft Pop ]

Okay, look. Just to be clear,
I asked you out
for a drink to talk,

not because I'm desperate
for male company.

-You think of me
as male company?
-[ Man ] Can I get you anything?

Vodka up, please.

And my grandson here will have
another of whatever that is.

Oh, sidecar,
but, no, I'm fine.
Okay, one more. One more.

I'm cabbing it.

You just got divorced
and broke up with your fiancé.

It's totally understandable
that you don't feel like sex.

- I feel like sex.
- Oh.

Sex is what I feel like.
Now, I could jump Hodgins,

but it doesn't seem
fair somehow.

Do you agree?Well, what matters is that
it doesn't seem fair to you.

[ Scoffs ]
I hate it
when shrinks do that.

Look, I've been alone now
for quite a while,
which is not like me.

Yeah, well, when we open
ourselves emotionally
and get hurt,

we're reluctant to allow
ourselves to be that
vulnerable again.

It's been, like, six weeks.

That's a--Long time.

Yes, of course it is.

The longest I've gone without
since I lost my virginity--

at age 16.Mmm.

Which is the normal age.Sometimes older's
just fine too.

I'm not promiscuous, Sweets.
I don't sleep with just anybody.

I do require
an emotional connection.

Spiritual actually.Mm-hmm.

It's spiritual to me.
And fun, of course.

Who doesn't like
sex, right?Hey--

Didn't we order these drinks
a long time ago?

- You're right.
- About what?

I have been
protecting myself.
Without the risk of pain,

there can be no possibility
of pleasure or joy or love.

Yes, yes! And regaining
that willingness to take a risk,

that can take time.No.

No?I'm done
protecting myself.

I'm ready to move on.

You're good.
You really are.Thank you.

- Yeah, no problem.
- To love, huh? Enjoy.

And sex![ Chuckles ]

[ Hodgins ] Looks like someone
with a crooked nose was trying
to get rid of our friend here.

There's no way to know that
the killer had a crooked nose.You mean the mob?

- It was a mob hit.
- He clearly wasn't
wearing a seat belt.

We're gonna need
the Jaws of Life to pry
this guy out of here.

No. That could
compromise the remains.

It seems that any viable
examination pre-extraction
is impossible--

unless somebody
has X-ray vision.
[ Laughs ]

I meant to warn you
that Miss Wick came up
in the rotation.

This time you'll be glad
I'm here, Dr. Brennan.
I promise.

The height of the nasal root
points to a Caucasian.

The large brow ridges
suggest a male.

We need cause of death.Of the Caucasian male?

What can be seen
of the temporal zygomatic
and frontal bones indicates...

that they're in multiple
fragments, possibly from
the crushing of the car.

We have access
to blood and fluids.
I'll run a tox screen.

Booth is checking
the records
at the junkyard...

to see who brought in
the car and when
it was processed.

I'll use an endoscope to
retrieve any particulates...

without disturbing
the remains. [ Cell Phone Rings ]

- Brennan.
- Hey, have you
been seeing anybody?

Listen, I don't want to be
rude, but I just don't think
that's any of your business.

- I haven't.
- Me either.

- But I'm gonna start.
- Right. Yeah. Me too.
I mean, like, right away.

Sweets agrees
that it's time.Sweets?

We shouldn't fear putting
our hearts out there.Sweets.

That's so beautiful.And so inappropriate
over a decomposing body.

Booth found out who delivered
the car to the junkyard
for crushing.

Invoice was made out
to B&B Enterprises.

This was the sixth car
that was crushed and sent
back to this address.

Oh, so you think there
might be five more bodies?Well, you know what?

If this is mob related
and we bring down
the big boys,

we will sell
the movie rights
for a fortune.

But what if it's not the mob?Come on.
Do the math, Bones.

Well, the math wouldn't indicate
motive or identify a suspect.

And you haven't even provided
enough variables--

It's a figure of speech,
Bones, all right?
Here we are.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What goes first?

Gun goes first.That's right.

What if you get shot?Don't say things like that.
You're gonna jinx me.

Well, if you're relying
on superstition for safety,
perhaps I should carry the gun.

No, you are definitely
not carrying the gun.

Just give me
some space, all right?

Is that legal?

Look, if anybody asks,
the door was open.

No, it isn't.

Ah, right.

Okay.

[ Clattering ]

Okay. What the hell
are you supposed to be?

Booth?What?

[ Brennan ]
Look at this. What is it?

Blood.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Calls,
Indistinct ][ Whimpers ]

The artist did a series
of six sculptures over
the past two years.

Sculptures? Whoa.

These things are going
for hundreds and thousands
of dollars.

[ Brennan ]
All cultures put
a great value on art.

[ Booth ] Yeah, art--
a nice bowl of fruit,
dogs playing poker.

If I sold all the crap that was
in my garage, I could retire.It's hard to explain.

- I'd make a fortune.
- Geoffrey's work is a brilliant
examination of consumerism...

and the destruction
of the soul.I see twisted metal.

Well, you need to look
beneath the surface.

Uh, we did.
And we found a dead body.

- Which is exactly why
you're not going anywhere.
- [ Man ] Agent Booth?

-Yeah?
-The luminol is showing evidence
of blood all over the floor.

Of course it is.Excuse me?

- Kiko was here.
- Kiko?

Kiko, the performance artist.

Pig's blood is an integral
and crucial part of her work.Is that even legal?

We'll decide
what's pig and what isn't.
Pull some samples.

-I've already called my lawyer.
-That's great. Tell him to
meet you at the F.B.I. offices.

[ Laughs ] Oh, I
didn't call him for me.

You see how much
these works are worth.
You are liable for any damages.

- [ Scoffs ]
Damage?
- They're crushed cars.

- They're wrecks.
- Fortunately, your ignorance...

and lack of appreciation
of Geoffrey's work
don't affect its value.

Okay. All right, guys.
Careful handling the junk.
Apparently it is art.

All right?Uh, perhaps I could help?

I'm Roxie Lyon,
Geoffrey Thorne's assistant.

Does the artist make a habit
of encasing corpses...

- within his sculptures?
- Excuse me?

We found one of these
crushed cars and traced it
back here to this address.

We've done the best we can
without ripping one
of these things apart.

- No accordion dead bodies?
- The cadaver dogs
can identify human blood.

- They didn't find any.
- Oh, my God.

Helen?Yes?

Do you think Geoffrey
might have actually done it?

No. That was all just
depressed-artist talk, Roxie.

You should know that.
You're a depressed artist
yourself.

Hello. Do you want
to explain this to me?

Uh, recently Geoffrey's
been talking about...

finding a way to make himself
part of the art.

- Do you mean literally?
- The ultimate artistic act.

Geoffrey was depressed,
and he said he felt like he
reached his limit as an artist.

We'd like to show you
a picture of the remains--
only if you're up for it.

I suggest you don't
look at the person...

but rather
this distinct ring.

- That's Geoffrey.
- I know that ring.

I designed it myself.
It's Geoffrey.

Bravo, Geoffrey.You are an extremely
unlikable woman.

- Mr. Thorne have any enemies?
- Why? It's obvious
he did this himself.

To you, perhaps.
But we actually
require evidence.

Anton Deluca.

He's an artist
and a rival of Geoffrey's.

- They had a pretty big argument
here the other night.
- About what?

What all artists
argue about-- money.

Do you know what this is?The Jaws of Life.

23,000 pounds per square inch
of raw prying power.

You really want to be the one
to use that, don't you?

- It's not displaced
sexual frustration.
- Of course not.

I am totally cool if Angela
wants to date already--
or, I mean, again.

Right. You do know
the point is to remove
the human remains...

from inside the car
with minimal disruption
of the evidence?

Though these tox results
are suggesting suicide.

You got these
from the tissue samples?

Mostly skin,
some brain matter.

Clonazepam, lamotrigine,
quetiapine, venlafaxine,

- hydrocodone, oxycodone
and codeine.
- Wow!

Anti-anxiety drugs,
mood stabilizers,

antipsychotics,
antidepressants
and painkillers.

He was under psychiatric care.
Even spent a week
in the psych ward last March.

Our victim could have been
dead from an overdose
before he was crushed.

Can't tell for sure.
Longtime abusers
build up a tolerance,

so this could've been a typical
Wednesday night for the guy.

Best way to find out
is to crack her open, baby!

- I didn't mean "baby."
- Carefully, Dr. Hodgins.

Like removing a baby bird
from an egg.

Stand back, ladies.
This is about to get medieval.

[ Whirring ]

[ Caroline ]
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!
Sorry,chéri.

Apparently this is
an historic piece of art.

It's a hard car shell
with a gooey corpse filling.

I've already
collected textile,
tissue and bone samples.

That was before I got here.
Here on in,

this is an historic
piece of art.

These fine people persuaded
a judge of that and got
a temporary injunction.

- Oh, this sucks!
- Roxie?

[ Sighs ]
Angie?

- Roxie.
- Oh, my God.

- Hi.
- What are you doing here?

- What's going on?
- Those two are old friends...

from college,
if that's the same Roxie.

Luckily, I took the initiative
and got those samples
before the injunction.

- Injunction?
- This heap is considered art.

Well, it's gorgeous.

Where does this leave
our investigation?

You can still examine it.
You just can't disrupt it
in any way.

Don't worry.
This is only temporary.

We'll see how artistic
people are feeling
when it starts stinking.

Just don't scratch it.

Don't scratch the crushed
automobile which encases
a rotting dead body?

-Good. We understand each other.
-[ Loud Clatter On Table ]

This is a great day
for the art world.

Yeah, well, last time
you were seen together,
you were arguing.

- Well, we never saw each other
without arguing, so--
- You disliked Geoffrey Thorne?

Well, let's just say
between his work
and his guts,

I don't know which
I hated more.

Yeah, well, artistically
speaking, crushing him up
in his own work--

that would be very,
uh, symbolic.

Is that what happened?
Oh, that-that's hilarious.

He crushed himself
inside of one of his
stupid car sculptures?

An exhibitionist
right to the bitter end.
How po-mo.

"Po-mo"?Uh, "postmodern."

Let me tell you.
Geoffrey's hermetic
aestheticism...

was choked
with tawdry pastiche.

He had plastic intentions
and weak enterprise.

All right.
Someone I understand
less than you.

This is asymmetrical and yet
still pleasing to the eye.

Okay, I take that back.
Why don't you just say
it's... pretty?

I don't do pretty.Okay.

I don't do polite either.Maybe that's
why you're broke.

[ Car Alarm Ringing ]Who gave you my name?

Was it that Kabuki ghoul,
Helen Bridenbecker?

Shouldn't you be trying harder
to look innocent?

Yeah. How long
have you and Thorne
hated each other?

You can write down
"since before the big bang."

Oh, no. There was no "before"
before the big bang,
because time didn't exist.

If there are no organizing
properties--

Bones, I'm just gonna write
down, "It's been a while."
All right?

- So, why were you arguing
at the gallery?
- We heard it was about money.

Well, I might have said
he was a sellout.
I usually do.

But I didn't think
to kill him.
Now it's too late, right?

Well, if you didn't
kill him, then who did?

Well, I'd look at his
girlfriend if I were you.

No one has mentioned
a girlfriend. Roxie.

His "assistant."

He said he was gonna leave
all his money to her.

I mean, this is kind of
basic stuff you guys
should know, right?

Did you have, like, buckets
of coffee this morning?
You're very shaky.

Could you take
a step back, please?

A little more.
Just a little more.

Like tiptoeing mice.[ Sighs ]
Rats.

Do you want me to try?
Let me try.
I'm very dexterous.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Oh, you won't be sorry.

I was going to say that I had
an accident over here,

but I don't
like lying.

You dumped a bucket
full of dermestid beetles
onto this work of art.

- They'll strip the flesh
off our victim in no time.
- Within 30 hours.

- Am I fired?
- Au contraire.

Remind me of this moment
around Christmas bonus time.

- I'm in!
- Good work, Miss Wick.

Well, we could've
been here hours ago...

if Dr. Saroyan
would have given me
the endoscope sooner.

[ Saroyan ]
Thanks for
mentioning that.

There's too much flesh
to really get an idea
of the bone damage.

Thirty hours.

I was
Geoffrey Thorne's assistant
for almost four years.

Okay, I suggest you start
with the mundane and then
work yourself up--

[ On Earpiece ]
to the sexual stuff.

So, did you have a sexual
relationship with your boss?

- Okay, that's the total
opposite of my suggestion.
- No. No.

So what was the nature
of your relationship?

I assisted Geoffrey.
I handled the details
of his day-to-day life.

Are you sure it's Geoffrey?Prevaricate.
Keep her guessing.

- Yes. We're positive.
- Why am I here?

As his personal assistant,
did you get him his drugs?

If you mean
his prescriptions,
then yes.

I picked them up for him,
and I reminded him
to take them.

- Ask her if Thorne was
clinically depressed.
- He was depressed, right?

Yes. He was suicidal.
Seeing a shrink.

That's why you're here.

Because you think
Geoffrey took
an overdose?

Look, if he killed himself,
I mean, wouldn't he have
left a suicide note?

Yeah, I would think
that he would have
left me a message.

Look, if you weren't
sleeping with Thorne,

then why did he name you
the sole beneficiary
of his estate?

Geoffrey's will?

Yeah. It's-- It's about
one million dollars.
Look at that.

I had no idea
that he was gonna do that.

Perhaps jealousy is her motive
for killing Thorne?

Why else would she deny
sleeping with him?

I don't think so.I swear.

Isn't that right, Roxie?

Angela told you,
didn't she?

- What? Told us what?
- Why don't you tell me?

I'm gay.
I'm a lesbian.

I've never been
with a man in my life,
and I never will.

Oh, that changes everything.

[ Brennan ]
So according to his will,

Roxie stands to inherit
Thorne's entire estate.

She said
they were close.

Well, people usually
leave money like that
to a wife or a lover.

I don't think so.Because?

Because Roxie's
an old friend,
and she'd have told me.

Well, she says
she's a lesbian.Delicacy, Bones.

What? It's not
an affliction, Booth.

Yes, Roxie is gay.

At least she was
when we were together.

Where, in school?Yes.

Oh, you heard rumors?No, I have
firsthand knowledge.

Oh, you walked in on her.
That's awkward.

No, we were together...
for over a year.

- Wow. You and Roxie--
- You have a problem with that?

No! I was just processing
the information there.
That's all.

And in doing so,
I was envisioning you and her,
you know, together, and--

Well, not to--
Well, together, but--
Really?

Women tend not to be
as rigid in their
sexual identities as men.

Weren't we talking
about murder here?

Did she ever show
any interest in men?

No. And she would
never kill anybody.

You haven't been close
in a long time.

- She hasn't changed.
- Except that now she's rich.

Yeah, and before
Thorne was killed,
she wasn't rich.

Roxie never cared
about money. I thought
that you didn't speculate?

That doesn't preclude pursuing
a logical line of inquiry.

We still don't even know
that it was murder.

Thorne wrote about
the need to become
one with his work.

He was ill.
The logical signs point
to suicide, don't they?

Okay. You're right, Ange.
We're sorry. We didn't mean
to upset you.

[ Sighs ]
I have work to do.
Okay?

Here's the C2 axis.

A little further.

The C1 atlas.
We're almost to the cranium.

Nice. Now maybe you'll be able
to rescue the princess.

[ Laughs ]
That's funny.

Everyone here
is so nice.

You know, I think I may
have initially come off
as a bit too needy.

My family was pretty
dysfunctional,

so I tend to want
a work environment
to fulfill certain needs.

Perhaps some therapy
might help.

What a thoughtful suggestion.
I always wanted a sister.

Dr. Brennan, Miss Wick and I
were just observing
the handiwork of your beetles.

They did a beautiful job
of cleaning the bones.

But half the remains are still
obscured by the metal.

-The victim's right iliac crest
shows a simple fracture.
-I also found micro fractures...

extending from his right ribs,
five through 10, down
his right greater trochanter.

- Very good.
- Really?
And they were reallysmall.

Micro fractures are
by definition small.

What does this damage
indicate?

A test. Okay.
The damage is inconclusive.

Um, the fractures could
easily be explained by
the crushing of the car.

- But some could be the result
of an attack or a fall.
- I agree.

[ Whispers ]
She agrees.

Victim's clothing shows
traces of calcium oxide,

ferric oxide
and magnesium oxide.

Now, it wasn't found
on the car seats
or the carpet.

Just pressed into
the fabric of his shirt--
front and back.

- From what?
- Could be from stone
if he was sculpting,

if he was lying on gravel
or about a hundred
other things.

I can't say without
getting further access
to the interior of the car.

Which access you were
expressly denied
by a federal judge.

A federal judge
who turned red
and then blue,

and then some other color
I have never seen before...

when he heard that
flesh-eating beetles...

had somehow infested
said work of art.

Dermestid beetles were not
specifically forbidden
on the injunction.

- I don't suppose "spirit of the
law" means anything to you?
- [ Computer Whirs ]

That little Kabuki lady
started screaming like you
peed on theMona Lisa...

that you compromised
the integrity of the piece.

That little stunt
turned good opinion
from the judge against us.

- How long have we got?
- Two days to find
evidence of foul play.

- And after that?
- The question
goes to the court,

and we grow old and die
before a decision is made.

And if there is
a murderer, that murderer
walks around free. Ideas?

I will think about it
until my head explodes.

This one's a keeper.

Geoffrey let me use
part of his studio.

[ Angela ]
Roxie, these are wonderful.

- Thanks, Angie.
- What does Helen say?

We're talking about
an exhibition. That's great.

- When was your last show?
- Eight years ago,
when we were together.

[ Chuckles ]

I don't know.
Is it too sappy to say
that you were my muse?

Or perhaps my entire
source of self-confidence
as an artist?

Your people think
I killed Geoffrey.

I can't talk to you
about an ongoing
murder investigation.

If you can't prove
it was a suicide,

I'm gonna spend
the rest of my life being
Geoffrey Thorne's murderer.

That could jack up the price
of your work, right?
[ Chuckles ]

Sorry.

Roxie.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Roxie ] Yeah, that's actually
the first piece that
caught Helen's eye.

She wanted to buy it
from me for herself.

Why didn't you sell this?

Some things aren't for sale.

I remember
sitting for this.

Yeah.Happiest time of my life.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
I have to go.

Why?

I know how to prove
that Geoffrey Thorne
committed suicide.

[ Whirring ][ Angela ] This type
of device can be used...

to scan boxcars, shipping
containers-- anything metal
where items can be hidden.

[ Imitating Yoda ]
Amazing it is,
this machine you have.

Star Wars?

Youth doesn't excuse
everything, Miss Wick.

So, you're feeding the scans
into the Angelator?

- Every crease and fold, yeah.
- We have less than 40 hours,
you know.

We're aware of the time.
We don't need a countdown.

[ Angela ]
Then I'll recalibrate...

and get a digital rendering
of the bones inside,
which I can enhance.

You found out how to show
what bone damage came from
the actual crushing of the car.

Factoring in the pounds
per square inch of force
exerted by the car crusher.

Oh, I hope you've included
the car's frame...

and the tensile strength
of the victim's
skeletal structure.

I'll make a note.

Well, I programmed my phone
to get the five-day forecast.

Okay, take a look
at this.

Here we have our car,
right?

It had a low-carbon
steel frame...

with a yield strength
of 22,450 P.S.I.

So, since I know
the hydraulic crusher
imparts 163 tons of force--

first horizontally,
then at a 32-degree
curling motion--

I was able to verify the source
of every single ripple on
the surface of the crushed car.

Which then gave me the data
to play the crushing backwards.

- How'd you do that?
- Well, Daisy provided me...

with the approximate
tensile strength of each
of Geoffrey's bones.

Plugged in the bone fragments'
final positions,
and, based on those,

correlated each injury
as the body was moved through
the car as it was crushed.

[ Device Clatters ] [ Booth ] Oh, God.

I really hope
that guy didn't know
what was happening to him.

His bones sustained
88 fractures,

all of which can be explained
by the crushing in the car.

Suicide.Most likely, yeah.

[ Device Chimes ]What's that?

Um-- This run included
the last of the data.

Oh, no.

What?There's an 89th fracture.

The fracture there
on his occipital--

- It was not caused by
the car being crushed.
- What caused it?

I need to examine the skull.

It wasn't supposed
to be this way.

- I wanted to prove
it wasn't murder.
- But it is.

The 89th fracture proves
that Geoffrey Thorne
was murdered.

Okay, I got
the injunction removed.

You are free to crack open
the car and remove the remains.

Thanks, Caroline.
You are da bomb.Why is she a bomb?

No, "da bomb."What changed?

It was a million-dollar
piece of art yesterday,
and today it's a piece of junk.

Chérie,you proved murder.
That changed it from a work
of art into a crime scene.

This is crazy.
I don't understand.

And I'm not used to not
understanding things.

Legally speaking,
all that matters is
that it's a crime scene.

Isn't that right,
Caroline?That's right.

Get in there and solve
the murder just like always.

- That I understand.
- [ Booth ]
Thanks.

Stand back.
I am goin' in.

- [ Whirring ]
- [ Metal Grinding ]

Ah! [ Clatters On Table ]

Careful.

Okay. Now, what we
wanna do here...

is remove the skull
very carefully.

Carefully.
[ Shudders ][ Gasps ]

Oh, my--

I can't believe you did that.

[ Snickers ]
Bummer.

Usually when you say "we,"
you mean "me."

I'm so sorry.
I'll put it together.
I will stay up all night.

I'll do it.

[ Daisy ]
Well, I will assist you
every step of the way.

I will not
leave your side.I would prefer to do it alone.

- Am I under arrest?
- No. You're one of
the good guys, all right?

Look up Anton Deluca
on the F.B.I. database.

That's Geoffrey Thorne's
big rival, huh?

He's a forger? You gotta be kidding me.

Under the alias
of Lucas Danton?

I mean, this guy
really loves himself.

Yeah. Two years in prison.
Forging.

Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud--
Must be pretty good.

So I got a dead artist
and a forger
who hates him.

That's gotta cheer you up.
I mean, your friend is
no longer our prime suspect.

Thanks, Booth.[ Chuckles ]
Anytime.

So, does it freak you out?What?

You know, that Roxie and I
were a couple.

No. I mean, come on.
You had feelings
for somebody.

- I'm surprised.
- Why? Because you think
I'm some kind of lunkhead cop?

- No, I just--
- All right--
[ Stammers ]

Look. My Aunt Ruth
had a roommate, okay?

She was
my favorite aunt.

She and Frannie, they'd
take me to the ballpark,
to the movies.

And I heard talk
when I was a kid.

Beat up my friend Pete
because of it,

then found out it was true.

And?I already said she was
my favorite aunt.

And Frannie-- Well,
you know, she had box seats
for the Phillies games.

I mean, come on.
It doesn't get any better
than that, right?

Right.

So, you and Roxie--
Hey, you know what I mean?

Yeah. Yeah.

So you brought me along.
What can I do to help you?

I want you to be an artist.
And keep me from looking
like an idiot.

I'm not positive
I can do both.

So, we subpoenaed
your bank records, and you're
not exactly a starving artist.

- Where'd you get the money?
- Hey, Booth?

The brush strokes on this
painting match the brush strokes
on Thorne's car sculptures.

Mmm. So you were forging
Thorne's work. That's why
you two were arguing.

I didn't say these brush
strokes are like the ones
on the car sculptures.

- I'm saying that they're
the same brush strokes.
- You have a good eye.

Brush strokes
are like fingerprints.
You can't fake them.

Deluca here is the guy
who painted Geoffrey Thorne's
car sculptures.

You're positive?I'm positive.

I can roll with this.
You want recognition
for your brilliant work.

Thorne says no.
You kill him.

- Ah, so good. Cuff him.
- What? So Roxie can walk?

- Hey, watch it.
- "A," that work is
anything but brilliant.

Painting Thorne's cars
was like a day job
to subsidize my real art.

"B," why would I kill
my main source of income,
you lummox?

Yeah, a lummox who's got
enough to hold you
for 24 hours, pal.

[ Sighs ]
When this case falls apart
and I get out tomorrow,

you want to grab some
dinner or something?You're kidding?

Well, I hear the gate
swings both ways. Maybe we can
get a little threesome action.

You, me, hot Roxie--
[ Screams ]Okay, all right.

If you're gonna hit on Angela,
you should do it
with a little respect.

Okay? Let's go.

Hey.Hi.

Is that Geoffrey Thorne?Yes. Nearly done.

I honestly didn't think
it would be murder.

Which makes your conclusions
all the more credible.

[ Laughs ]
Only you would
find that comforting.

Booth is questioning
Deluca again.

He seems to have
a motive.

So there's still a chance
that your friend
is not a murderer.

Yeah.We'll know more when
we identify the murder weapon.

It wasn't Roxie.

- Do you still have
feelings for her?
- No.

Booth tells me that sometimes
people say the exact opposite
of what they mean.

I do still have
feelings for her.

Are you saying the opposite
of what you mean now or before?

[ Sighs ]
We had a very intense
relationship in college.

And she fell in love
with me--
way in love with me.

When I broke it off,
she was really hurt.

That happens with you.
Look at Hodgins.

This was worse than Hodgins.
This was,

"I'm gonna run away
to Europe and stop being
an artist" hurt.

- Oh.
- I don't really think that
I have the right...

to open up that can of worms
again just because some feelings
are rising to the surface.

It's too bad there isn't a way
to experiment with sexuality.

That's how I got
into this whole mess
in the first place.

- Well, I meant--
- I know what you meant.
I'm just--

Well, on the bright side,
if she did kill
Geoffrey Thorne,

you won't have to think
about any of that.

Thanks, Brennan.

How long is it gonna take you
to identify the weapon?

I can do it right now.
I've seen this injury
many times.

I'm almost certain
that the death blow came
from a common fire ax.

There's also limestone
and silicon oxide
on his clothes.

Mix 'em all together,
and poof--

[ Computer Beeps ]We got a match with the concrete
floor at the gallery.

It turns out that not all
the blood on the floor...

of the gallery
came from that
performance with the pig.

- This is human.
- Is any of it Thorne's?

Someone worked very hard
to clean it up.
It's making things difficult.

[ Sighs ]
First you destroy
Geoffrey's finest work,

and now you are
destroying my business.

Yeah? Well, you know
what else got destroyed?
Geoffrey Thorne.

My grief and my business
are two separate things,
Agent Booth.

- [ Woman ]
Sir, look at this.
- Is that my fire ax?

Yes. [ Brennan ]
Booth?

Cam said there was human blood
mixed in with the pig's.

I think we found it.
There are definite
bloodstains here,

but they're underneath
a layer of what we think
is turpentine.

Could I borrow your lighter?Why do you want
my lighter?

Just--Sure. Here. So what
do we know about that?

Not much. I doubt we'll be able
to identify the bleeder.

- [ Both ] Whoa!
- [ Booth ] Gee!

Hey, Bones, you know
you almost lit
my butt on fire?

Well, notice the flames leapt
from the center of the room
toward the loading dock.

Wait. So you're saying
that Thorne was killed here
and then dragged there.

Can we get the U.V. lights
over here, please?

Not dragged, Booth.
Rolled.

I gotta tell you.
That was a great trick
there, Bones.

Yeah. Remove the turpentine,
reveal the blood
soaked into the concrete.

The bloodstains show up
approximately
every 35 centimeters.

[ Booth ]
That would explain
why Hodgins found...

the cement particles
on the front and the back
of the clothing.

Yeah, but why rolled
instead of dragged?

Thorne was a big guy.
Okay, whoever killed him...

could not pick him up and
carry him to the loading dock
and put him in the car.

They had to roll him.
You understand? Roll.

Excuse me,
tiny little woman?Yes?

Can you account for your
whereabouts the night
Geoffrey Thorne was killed?

Yes, I was at home.
I was reading.

That was a lie.

I was watching
The Real Housewives
of Orange County.

I find it a brilliant
postmodern performance piece.

- So, no alibi?
- Geoffrey's work was selling.
I was making money.

Why would I kill
the golden goose?

I wasn't going
to inherit anything.
Not like Roxie.

It all seems
to come back to Roxie.

Angela is not
gonna like that.

It's exactly the same
situation as the last time
we were sitting here.

Except, you know,
you're quieter.

No, that was about Hodgins.
This is about Roxie.

You want to have sex
with Roxie?What was that about quieter?

I'm sorry. I'm not certain
that you're being guided
by your brain. That's all.

Need can be confused with love.
Fantasy can convince us that
what we're feeling is love.

So you're saying that this
is all a rebound?Yeah.

No. You don't
understand love, Sweets.

I'm not as innocent
as you might think.

You have this
bourgeois notion--"Bourgeois."

That in order
for love to be real,
it has to be permanent.

Nothing is permanent.
That's just a fact.

We move in and out
of loving other people,

but that doesn't make
the love any less real.

Mm-hmm. Perhaps you're saying
this because you've never met
the love of your life.

I have, actually--
many times.

Fine. It seems to me...

that you always leave yourself
an escape hatch...

in your relationships
because you're afraid
of commitment.

Nice try, but no.

Actually, I commit
to every person I love.

You marry a man,
and then conveniently forget
that you married him...

because you got zonked
on kava kava?

That compromises your
relationship with Hodgins,
so that ends,

along with the marriage.

Now you say you have these
intense feelings...

for an ex-lover whose heart
you've already broken.

Don't you see
the potential disaster here?

Look, you said that without
the possibility of pain,

there can be no joy,
no real love.

I said that?
That's beautiful.

Look. I don't want
to hurt Roxie again.

Then don't. Don't.
Put her welfare first.

Let Roxie decide
if she's ready to pursue
this relationship.

Okay.

And what if she doesn't?

Then I'm afraid you'll have
to live with that pain.

I used a mass spectrometer
during my summer internship
at Johns Hopkins.

I even taught my friend
how to use it.

Excellent. Next you should learn
the concept of personal space.

What'd you get
off the ax?

It was wiped clean
with turpentine.
No signs of blood.

And he also checked
the handle.Sodium chloride and odorants.

Sweat--
Most likely human.

- What was the eccrine pH?
- Seven.

It was a woman!
What you should
have him do next...

is match the D.N.A.
from the sweat
to Angela's lesbian lover.

See if there's a match.Do you ever listen
to yourself?

Yeah. But it's
a good idea, Hodgins.

You might wanna
prepare Angela.

[ Sighs ]

Dr. Saroyan.Thank you so much
for seeing me.

I didn't agree to see you.

How come none of you people
ever book an appointment?
Frankly, it's annoying.

Ah. Annoying.
That's exactly
why I'm here. I--

[ Sighs ]

I've done an unofficial,
confidential survey
of my people, and--

And they find me annoying.
No, it's worse. They hate me.

You know why, don't you?
It's 'cause Dr. Brennan...

undervalues psychology,
and all of you
have picked up her vibe.

I know that sounds paranoid--And the word "vibe"
is a little dated.

But it's true.N-- I'm not here
about you being annoying.

It's Daisy Wick.Daisy?

Yes. She's very smart,
very able,

and she has a knack
for turning
reasonable people...

into flaming
gas balls of fury.

You want me to talk to her?No, no.
I need your advice...

on how to tell Daisy
we can't have her
at the lab anymore.

Oh.I'm very comfortable
with incompetence.

But when it's just
a matter of personality--I'll do it.

What? Really?Yeah, I'll talk to her.

Well, as the boss,
it's kind of my job
to fire people.

And as a boss,
you know that sometimes
it's better to delegate.

I'll do it. Let's just hope
she doesn't turn me into
a flaming gas ball of fury.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'm no psychologist,
but I think you
should be flattered...

that we all drop in on you
and ask your advice.

Thank you.

Okay. Ready for you
to blow up my mind.

Okay. Now, first off,
I almost missed this,

so don't praise me too much.Point is,
you didn't miss it.

Yeah, but only because
Angela asked for
a personal favor,

and I am powerless
to resist.

Okay. Now, this is
the victim's clothing.

And this is the ax handle
of the presumed
murder weapon.

As you know, there were traces
of sweat on both of them,
but not the victim's sweat.

Female sweat, yes.Presumably, the murderer
sweat on the ax handle,

then perspired while
rolling the victim's body
to the car.

Yes.
Now, upon further analysis,

I discovered other traces
in the sweat.

Imatinib mesylate,
hydroxyurea, busulfan?

Do you have any idea
where these chemicals
might've come from?

Medicines.
Treatments for cancer.I looked them up.

This is treatment
for chronic
myelogenous leukemia.

Then Roxie is not
our murderer.

You can't necessarily tell
if someone has leukemia
from looking at them.

No, but this drug here,
busulfan--

It causes highly visible
skin discoloration.

Oh, then that is
very good for Angela.

Not that we are swayed
by those considerations.

What's that look?

She knows who did it.

I had no reason
to kill Geoffrey.

You own several
of his art pieces.

We all know that art
increases in value
when an artist dies.

[ Scoffs ] Anyone could see
that Geoffrey Thorne wasn't
long for this world.

- I'm a very patient woman.
- Except you're dying,
Miss Bridenbecker.

- Nonsense.
- Would you please
remove your makeup?

I will not.
I want a lawyer.

Really? Because, you know,
the phone records,
they indicate...

that you contacted
a cancer clinic
in Mexico City.

And we do know
that that clinic
costs a small fortune.

If it's any consolation,
it wouldn't have worked.

Their treatment--
it's not legitimate.You don't know that.

I'm afraid I do.
Places like that
are set up...

to prey on the hopes
of people like you.

Geoffrey was
going to die anyway.

Anyone could see that.

I did him a favor.

I gave him his start.

Geoffrey would much rather
have been remembered...

as a fully committed artist
than as some common
murder victim.

Really?
Maybe he preferred to live.

Well--

Well, so would I.

I guess none of us
get what we want.

Hey, Roxie.

Now what do I do?

Well, you have money.
And you have a studio.

I think what you should do
is your own art full time.

That's not what I mean.

Did you ever,
even for a second,
think that it was me?

No. Not for a second.

Why?

Because we--

We really knew
each other once,
and I don't think that...

you've changed much
since then.

Have you changed?

Uh, I don't--
I don't know, Roxie.

I'm-- Maybe I have,
but I'm not--

I-- I haven't changed--

[ Computer Beeping ] [ Saroyan ] How do you think
he's gonna do it?

He'll convince her
that it's best for her
to move to another job.

What's going on?Sweets is firing
Daisy for us.

We were wondering
what his method will be.

Well, he'll explain to her
logically...

-that this environment is not
conducive for either her or us,
-[ Beeping ]

and as a scientist,
she'll realize
that he's right.

No. Sweets is a lot
sneakier than that.

He'll use some kind of
psychological Jedi mind trick...

to make her think it was
her idea to quit.

I've got some good news
and some bad news.

Which would you like
first?The bad news.

You're toast here.
Nobody wants
to work with you.

Why?

You know why, Daisy.
There's some things that
you have to work on...

when it comes to
interpersonal relations.

Does anybody like me?No, I'm afraid not.

What's the good news?

There's absolutely no reason
for us to be discreet about
our relationship anymore.

Really?Yeah. Why would you
ask me that?

Because I thought we were being
discreet 'cause you were
a little bit ashamed of me.

♪♪ [ Soft Folk ]

[ Hodgins ]
I'm totally shocked.

Yeah.
They should not be doing that
on the forensic platform.

That's a method
of termination
I've never tried.

- But bravo, Dr. Sweets.
- Whoa.

That'll never work. They're
like complete opposites.I agree.

[ Brennan ]
For all her faults,
she's a woman of science.

Sweets bases his life
on the vagaries of
psychology and emotion.

There's no common ground. [ Booth ]
Right.

You need common ground.
I mean--
[ Scoffs ]

What else is there?Absolutely.

[ Man ]
♪ Happy now ♪

♪ Happy now
I'm on happy ground ♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

What's that mean?