All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E06 - The Tough Man in the Tender Chicken (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

I had a feeling that
my Melolontha melolontha
might hatch this morning,

so I came in at the crack
of dawn, and there they were--
lined up at the door.

What, your
Melolontha melolontha?No.

The Woodchucks.

- [ Whispering, Gasping ]
- They appear to be
little girls.

Yeah. Woodchucks are like
Girl Scouts, only scientific...

and administered
by the Jeffersonian.

They brought in
the dead body.

A bunch of little girls
brought a dead body here?

Woodchucks are
very industrious marmots.

Okay, now, this is
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

[ Device Beeps ]Why are they applauding?

Apparently, you're
their role model.

What I wanna know is why
they aren't all freaked out...

and getting
trauma counseling.

Because they're the type
of children who idolize
Dr. Brennan.

So, they were eco-camping
on the banks
of the Savage River.

These remains
are completely saturated.

[ Hodgins ] The girls fished
the body out of the river
and brought it to us.

[ Brennan ]
How?

- [ Girl ] In our Woodchuck bus.
- Very impressive.

I disagree.
Those Woodchucks disturbed
a federal crime scene.

The area should have been
secured, samples taken.

Yeah, they did all that.

Uh, water samples
from the river
where the body was found.

Digital photographs
of the entire area.

Plants, insects, soil samples
tagged with G.P.S. coordinates.

Now, I know my soil samples,
and let me tell you something.

These ladies--
they are pros.

Perhaps you should
throw them a bone.

Not literally. Metaphorically.
After all, they were
very professional.

[ Clears Throat ]
Attention, Woodchucks.

You were thorough
and assiduous...

in your treatment
of the body
and the crime scene.

But next time, please
leave the evidence
where you found it...

and let the experienced
professionals do their job.

- [ Woodchucks Booing ]
- But we helped!

- [ Girl Gasps ]
- You're mean!

[ Woodchucks Booing, Jeering ]

- Their moods are capricious.
- You couldn't have just
let them have that one,

- let it go by?
- Then they'd never learn.
[ Scoffs ]

[ Groans ]
What causes a corpse
to smell like a fart?

[ Saroyan ]
Uh, a number of things.

A compromised intestinal tract,
methane,

some mining processes,
oil and gas refining,

volcanoes.

Volcanoes? Awesome.
Which of those is it
this time?

Probably sulfur. Tissue samples
indicate a high concentration
of hydrogen sulfide.

X-rays indicate this is
a middle-aged male...

between 170 and 190
centimeters tall.

Skeleton is...
pretty banged up.

Well, bouncing around
the Savage River
for two months will do that.

All the distal phalanges
are missing from
the inner phalangeal joints.

He's missing his fingers.
What does that tell you?

Tells me it was the mob
snipping off fingerprints.

That very well may be,
but what it tells me...

is you're going out
to look for fingertips in case
the Woodchucks missed them.

Body was found
by woodchucks?

Take Hodgins.
He'll explain.

Hydrogen sulfide?Yeah, guy's full of it.

So he smells basically
like a fart?[ Chuckles ]

Had to be pretty strong
to cover up the rotting
corpse smell, right?

Hey, maybe somebody
drenched him in sulfur to deal
with the dead body stench.

Or somebody tried to put him
in suspended animation.
That involves sulfides.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you
referring to ultra-secret
military experiments...

to prolong life
by inducing hibernation?

Uh, it's not ultra-secret.
The army is doing
field trials.

I got a cousin in Iraq.
It maybe saved his life.

It's not ultra-secret?Look, man.

The trouble with getting your
info from conspiracy nuts-- [ Car Alarm Chirps ]

is they never know
when to turn it off. Yeah, you wait and see.

We're gonna find
that our victim was tortured
a little too enthusiastically,

and then the government
tried to bring him
back to life.

Proving my point there,
Hodgins.
Totally proving my point.

Hey, should we call the military
possibility in to Booth?

Yeah. Ooh, just leave out
my torture theory.

Oh, so, you got a face
of the victim?Why are you here?

I-I would have called.Well, I thought Hodgins
might have something...

on this whole
"suspended animation" thing.

- Hey, you listened to Hodgins?
- Listened to Wendell.

What is DARPA?Uh, it's a Department
of Defense agency.

The Defense Advanced Research
Projects Agency.

Hodgins says they're into
some pretty weird stuff,

like creating supersoldiers
who don't need sleep and can
kill with their laser beam eyes.

Right.
Well, I don't know about
the "laser beam eye" thing.

But they did have a master
sergeant go missing about
a couple months ago.

Was the sergeant involved with
the hydrogen sulfide trials?

Well, they wouldn't confirm.
But I'll tell you what.
They sounded nervous.

There's no photograph in here.DARPA doesn't give out
any photos.

You give me
the reconstruction, though,
I can show them that,

and they can tell us
if we got their guy.

So, what do you have?

Okay.
Before you freak out,

you should know that I
double- and triple-checked
the measurements and indicators.

Okay, look.
I don't freak out.
Do I freak out?

- Some-Sometimes.
- Can we just see
the image, please?

[ Laughs ]

Yeah, what's that
supposed to be?

- Half man, half chicken.
- Come on.

I believe this to be
fairly accurate.

Okay, so you want me to go ask
the Defense Department...

if their
experimental supersoldier
is half man, half chicken?

[ Hodgins ] DARPA created
a chicken soldier?

[ Wendell ] I do not see
the United States military
making a chicken soldier.

An eagle, maybe.

That's why we couldn't find
his so-called fingers.

Because they were
transformed into talons.

I mean, talons would be
much better weapons.

Human remains in water
tend to lose all their fingers
and toes due to predation.

But if I were going to combine
human and animal D.N.A....

with an eye toward
creating a supersoldier,
I'd go with a flatworm.

- Why?
- Self-regeneration,
obviously.

People. Let's break this
down as though we aren't
in a comic book.

No water in the sinuses
or lungs.

- No pulmonary edema.
- [ Hodgins ]
He didn't drown.

No, the sinus cavity
is abnormally large.

His whole sinus cavity
is scarred.
The septum's almost gone.

Evidence of multiple
constrictions of the arterioles
at Kiesselbach's plexus.

[ Wendell ] Well, that is a lot
of scar tissue. What are we
talking here-- plastic surgery?

The scarring could explain
why he has a beaklike nose.

Polyps and tumors
in the maxillary and sphenoid
could've enlarged the cavity.

The closest thing I've ever seen
to that is a cocaine addict
who ran out of drugs...

and started snorting things like
sugar and powdered detergent.

Anyone have any explanation
for these red stripes...

extending from
the soft palate
down the esophagus?

- Lacerations?
- Mmm. May I?

I don't think
these are lacerations.

Is that an organism?

Syngamus trachea.
It's a gapeworm.

- Where'd it come from?
- I don't think you're
gonna like my answer.

Uh, it's a parasite
found in... chickens.

Do not tell me we're back to
superchicken-soldier again.

- Why a chicken?
- Wendell thinks maybe he was
supposed to be an eagle.

You should be getting it now.
If you make a supersoldier,

you would think it would be,
like, a robot or something
invisible.

Now you're just delving into
pure science fiction.Unlike a flatworm.

That's not science fiction.
Or a half chicken. That's not
considered science fiction.

Yeah. Okay, so we agree that
it does look like a chicken.

No, it's not a joke.

Just tell me if we have
your missing DARPA guy.

Does your missing sergeant look
anything like an animal--
any kind of an animal?

A bulldog. [ Computer Beeps ]

- So the Defense Department
won't be claiming the body?
- Nope.

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Computer Beeping ]

Oh. We're getting a hit off
of Angela's chicken man picture.

Probably from
the animal shelter.

Whoa. Oh, God.What?

Wow. Is Angela good,
or is she good?

- Those are the same question.
- Yeah.

"Nick Rabin."

He's head of Personnel
at Clucksten Farms.

A chicken farm?

[ Booth ]
This is getting
weirder and weirder.

-[ Man ] Save a chicken!
Fry a worker!
-[ Crowd ] Cluck you! Cluck you!

Close down Clucksten!
Cluck you! Cluck you!
Close down Clucksten!

Cluck you! Cluck you!
Close down Clucksten!

Cluck you! Cluck you!
Close down Clucksten!

I wonder what they're
protesting.

- My first guess-- the stench.
- [ Horn Honks ]

- [ Chanting Continues ]
- At least they're not
throwing eggs at us, huh?

- [ Woman ]
Chicken killers!
- Close down Clucksten!

Cluck you! Cluck you!
Close down Clucksten! Hey, hey. Hey--

Rest the voice,
Josh.

You the, uh, F.B.I. folks?Yeah.

Come on in. We'll find
a quieter place to talk.

[ Man ]
Don't want you
here in this town!

Cluck you! Cluck you!
Close down Clucksten!

So, what's with
the protestors?

Eh, maybe half are
animal rights nuts.Ah.

They might have a point.

- [ Muffled Clucking ]
- The other half must just
hate the smell.

[ Man ]
Clucksten Farms
has been here since the 1940s.

We didn't ask anyone to build
a development downwind.

What's that smell?

[ Knocking ]Yeah?

Hey, John.Mrs. Rabin.

This is Agent Booth
and his associate,
Dr. Brennan.

They're from the F.B.I.
This is Gaynor Rabin.

She's the accountant here
at Clucksten.

She's also Nick's wife.

[ Gaynor ]
Is this about my husband?

He's dead, isn't he? [ Booth ]
I'm afraid so.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

What happened to him?

We're still in the process
of figuring that out.

You don't seem too surprised.

Nick was never the type to just
disappear. I knew right away
it was something terrible.

Where'd you find him?In the Savage River,

approximately 16 kilometers
from here.

Nick drowned?

I don't understand.
He never swam in that river.

Your husband's nose
and sinuses were deformed.

He didn't take the proper
precautions at work, did he?

No. I told him,
but he didn't care.

[ Whispering ]
Sorry. Precautions to keep
from turning into a chicken?

It's the hydrogen sulfide
we smell.

Without a breathing apparatus,
high concentrations...

over a period of time
would deform the sinuses.

Nick worked here
since he was a teenager.

He said he was a chicken farmer
and he'd take the consequences.

How did my husband
end up in the river?

We were hoping maybe you'd be
able to help us with that.

When I filed
the Missing Persons report,
I told the police everything.

He just disappeared.We have reason to believe...

this wasn't
an accidental drowning.

You think my husband
was murdered?

Yes.

Mr. Clucksten said
that Nick was next in line
to take over the business.

The first people that
you want to check out...

are those anti-chicken
fanatics at the gate.

They always threaten to make
an example out of someone.

Five months and 14 days
I have been celibate.

Angela, that is
very impressive.Thank you.

Sweets was right.
Taking sex out of
that equation...

made me relate to people
in a totally different way.

Yeah. Once you get past
the mega-horny stage.

The point is-- is that
my six months is almost up.

So--

- No.
- No, what?

I am not gonna be the one
that breaks your fast.

I-- I wasn't asking.

In fact, you should know
that I was considering
going for a year.

[ Laughing ]

It's definitely
a chicken parasite we found
in the victim's esophagus.

I wasn't asking, Jack.

I was just...

keeping you
in the loop.Okay.

Okay.
[ Mutters ]

[ Deep Breath ]

[ Protestors ]
Cluck you! Cluck you!

[ Man ]
Save a chicken!
Fry a worker!

[ Protestors ]
Cluck you!
Close down Clucksten!

- Cluck you! Cluck you!
- [ Man ]
There's the employees!

[ Woman ]
Hey, lady! Gonna go
kill some chickens today?

- Cluck you! Cluck you!
Cluck you!
- Get out of my face!

Go get a job!Murderer!

Murderer now?
What do you want me to do?

- She's psycho!
Psycho chicken killer!
- [ John ] Okay. Gin--

Psycho chicken killer!I got kids to feed.
What do you want me to do?

Gina--I got kids to feed!

[ John ]
Look, you're just
giving them what they want.

I'm doing an honest day's work,
damn it! That's all.Just go.

Just go. You don't want
to be late for your shift.All right.

[ Protestors ]
Cluck you!
Close down Clucksten!

These people don't seem
to like the way you
treat the chickens.

How do you treat
your chickens?

Like delicious birds
that people love to eat.

Look, does anyone
in particular have a beef
with, uh, Nick Rabin?

- Josh Parsons.
- [ Protestors Chanting,
Shouting ]

He snuck in, he took some
unauthorized video,

cut it together
in a very damning manner
and he put it on the Internet.

Nick popped him one too.

[ Protestors ]
Close down Clucksten!

Veggies, not birds!

F.B.I. Special Agent Booth.
This here is
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Are you here to protect them
while they mistreat and torture
the chickens on this farm...

and the people
who live downwind of
its foul emanations?

- You practice that speech
much, pal?
- We found Nick Rabin's body.

As of now, you are
our number one suspect.

Please. I didn't kill anyone.
I'm an extreme pacifist.

That's an oxymoron. You're
either extreme or a pacifist.
You can't be both.

You are working as a tool
of the poultry lobbyists.

Code yellow!
Code yellow!

- [ Man ]
Code yellow!
- [ Gasps ]

- [ Man #2 ] All right! Got 'em!
- [ Woman ] They're with
the chicken lobbyists!

[ Man #2 ]
Yolk's on you!

There's your feathers!
Why don't you fly back
to Washington!

[ Shouting, Laughter ]

Okay, you do know
that you're all
under arrest, right?

-[ Man #2 ]
What are you talking about?
-[ Man #3 ] What? What'd he say?

[ Man Narrating ]
The stench of ammonia
and feces overwhelm you...

as the 30,000 silent chickens
sit miserably in total darkness
waiting to die.

[ Sweets On Speaker ]
That's your voice narrating,
isn't it, Mr. Parsons?

Yes. I'm proud of my work.Yeah, well, the F.B.I.
believes...

that you snuck
onto the premises
to record a second video,

you were caught
by Nick Rabin,

- and you killed him.
- That's exactly what happened.

I don't think
it played out that way.

Dr. Sweets here says you're
the type of guy who couldn't
kill except in self-defense.

- I never attacked anyone.
- Oh, really? 'Cause you
tarred and feathered me.

It was corn syrup and paper
feathers. And I didn't sneak in
and take that video footage.

I got back to my bicycle
one night, and there was
an envelope in the spokes.

You know what?
I'm gonna need the name of
your chicken spy on the inside.

No.And the original footage,

not the stuff
you cut together here. I will absolutely...

not turn over to you
any information which
was entrusted to me...

by the courageous individual
who risked his or her job
to aid...

innocent creatures who are
unable to defend themselves.

You don't hand over the original
footage, I'm gonna charge you
with assaulting a federal agent.

Ooh, that's what--
$200,000 fine and one year
in a federal prison?

You know, if you're
locked up, who's gonna speak
for the chickens? Huh, pal?

Okay-- Okay.
Uh, just hold on.

[ Sighs ]

That's the raw video footage,
exactly the way that I got it.

See?
It all worked out great.

Cause of death, Mr. Bray?

Most of the fractures
are postmortem.

And the bone bruising--
probably from going
over the dam...

and getting stuck
in the whirlpool
at the bottom.

Like... going through
a giant washing machine.Yeah.

But this damage
to the cervical vertebrae
is not postmortem.

This is an undamaged
cervical section.
Here's our victim.

The C2 vertebra
rotated laterally...

while the ligaments and facets
of the transverse processes
were subluxed and locked.

A broken neck.

The fracture pattern
suggests a wrenching motion.

You mean wrung?Yeah.

- The chicken man was killed
by having his neck wrung?
- Yeah. Ironic, right?

We are gonna have to catalog
these injuries chronologically.
Talk to Angela.

See if she has some kind
of imaging technique
that can help.

Nearly 10 billion chickens
are hatched in the U.S.
annually,

most in places
like this.

It's like a warehouse.Yeah.

And look at this part.
The little baby chicks
get their beaks cut off.

- Why?
- Supposedly to keep them
from fighting.

Well, how do they fight
when they're penned up?

Well, it's the stress
of being jammed together.
I guess they go crazy.

- Are you upset?
- Yeah. I am.

Aren't you?

I'm not certain how sentient
chickens actually are, Angela.

Yeah, but they can feel. I mean,
you can see that they can.

And you know what else? If it
turns out that there was...

some kind of chicken revolution
and they offed this guy,
I am with them.

It's our job to figure out
who killed the human being.

Yeah, I guess.

Because it probably wasn't
a chicken revolution.

It-It was probably
another human being.

Fine.

I was able to extract
the metadata that was embedded
in the original video file.

Time and date
that the video was taken...

and aperture, make and model
of the camera, including
the serial number.

Could you trace
the serial number?Yeah.

The owner sent in
the manufacturer's warranty,

which included
the serial number.

Gaynor Rabin.
The victim's wife.

Thank you, Angela.
And I'm sorry the chickens
make you feel bad.

Hey.

[ Sighs ]
What about pigs?
Pigs are sentient.

[ Chuckles ]
That's a non sequitur.

Pigs make bacon.
And not only are they sentient,
they're smarter than dogs.

Well, I don't eat bacon.
I'm a vegetarian.

Yeah, for health reasons.
Listen, Brennan.

I want to save
this little piglet.

That particular,
specific piglet?

Yes. It's gonna be $1,500.
Are you in?

No.
[ Laughs ]

Yeah, but look at his face.
How can you resist this face?

Saving one pig or chicken
is symbolic at best, Angela.

This is not a symbol.
This is a face.

It worries me that you can look
into these eyes and be so cold.

Well, I'm sure
he's a fine piglet, but--

How are we friends?

H-How is it possible? I mean,
we have nothing in common.

What, you don't
want to be friends anymore
because the pig is cute?

[ Clicks Tongue ]

[ Sweets ]
What if the victim
used his wife's camera...

to strike back
at the company
that disfigured him?

Maybe he was having
an affair.

Or maybe she was
just sick of kissing
a guy with a beak.

Hey-- [ Laughs ]
Today's special-- chicken.

- Ironic.
- Right. Everything okay
there, Bones?

I know when something
is wrong with you. And
something's wrong, right?

What can I do to help?

Angela and I had a fight.

Nothing I can do
to help.

You wanna hear about it?No.

Why not?Why? Because her and Angela
are best friends.

And Bones is gonna want me
to take her side...

and agree that Angela was wrong.

And then the two of them
are gonna make up, and then
they're gonna be mad at me.

- So, no, thank you.
- That's very interesting.

You know, the way you say
"very interesting"--
it's very irritating.

Listen, Bones,
I would do anything for you.

I would die for you.
I would kill for you.

But I am not getting
in between two best friends.

Okay.
What were you saying, Sweets?

Hmm? Oh, I've, uh--
I've been considering...

the, uh, symbolism
of this murder.

Being tossed over a dam
isn't very "chickeny,"
you know?

You'd think that the victim
would show up in a rotisserie
or a deep fryer or something.

I remember a month ago
a chicken restaurant chain...

reported human phalanges
in some deep-fried treats.

- Kid bit into a thumb.
- Right. The mom hit a toe.

It was, uh,
Bock Box Chicken Hut.

- Maybe the toe is our victim's.
- Totally poetic justice.

If you can get the body parts
from those chicken treats...

to the Jeffersonian,
we'll see if they match
our victim's.

- Okay. [ Clears Throat ]
- All right.

I'm going back to the lab.
Send the fingers over
when you get them.

Whoa, whoa. Listen, Bones.
Everything is gonna be okay
between you and Angela.

All right?
You two are like sisters.

I'm just not used to not
getting along with people.

Seriously?
'Cause it seems like-- [ Kick Under Table ]

Thanks, Booth.

Just bring in the human parts
tomorrow, and I'll...

- take a look.
- Okay.

If you combine your "Don't
get between women" rule...

and your "like sisters"
observation, you know
what I come up with?

You dated sisters.

They were identical twins.

Oh, yeah. It was all wrong.

Oh, no! It's all right.
It's all right.

You should stop.
Order your wings.

These have been frozen,
flash-fried, microwaved,

bitten, spat out
and then preserved
as evidence.

Bone density would indicate
that all four digits came
from the same person.

They all came from
the same local chain
of chicken restaurants.

Bock Box.Beg your pardon?

Bock Box Chicken Huts.
Is Clucksten a supplier?

They're one of them. No way of
telling where these particular
human nuggets came from.

There's a lack
of bruising on the bone
at the incision point.

Removed postmortem.
So not torture obviously.

There are symmetrical
slice marks.

Also, pinching in the center
of the bone and tissue.

Removed with shears?

You should do a D.N.A. test,
of course.

But I'm confident
that all four body parts
came from Nick Rabin.

Hey.

Are you here because of
your argument with Dr. Brennan?

No, I'm-I'm here for a donation.
She told you about our fight?

Booth figured it out.
I was just sitting there.
Donation for what?

It's gonna cost $1,500
to save this piglet.

How much you in for?

Are those tears in your eyes?

I'm just-- I can't
stop thinking about
this little piglet.

Okay.

I'm gonna suggest that perhaps
it's time for you to abandon
celibacy a little early.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Well, you're forming
inappropriately strong
attachments...

to photographs
of baby animals.

Your libido
is being rerouted.

You need to come back
to the world.W-Wait a minute.

Inappropriate, my ass.

Can I ask you--
What is wrong
with everyone here?

Uh, well, you had a falling out
with your best friend
over a pig.

Your perspective is skewed.

It's time
to reconnect with humanity,
gain a little perspective.

Okay.

All right,
so, if I have sex,

will you donate
to save my pig?

That's not really the point
I was trying to--

We'll revisit
the pig question.

You can keep this.
I have multiples.

You think I killed
my husband,

cut off his thumbs...

and then dumped him over
the Savage River Dam?

Thumbs and toes, yes.

Oh. Do you recognize this?
[ Clears Throat ]

It's the video
those PECT people
put on the Internet.

Right. It was taken
with your camera.

You're making that up.
You can't possibly know that.No, we can prove that.

Let's start this
all over again.

Okay. Did you
take this footage?

Yes, I took it.Did you give it
to Josh Parsons?

Yes. I wanted
Clucksten shut down.

Why? I mean, your husband
is next in line to take over
the whole business.

Because I was tired of getting
threatening phone calls.

I was tired of being hated
in my own town.

But most of all, Agent Booth,
I wanted my husband
to get his real face back.

So I gave the footage
to the activists.

How is it possible
that your husband's thumbs
ended up on the menu?

Easy. Toss them in
with the nuggets...

just before they're breaded,
fried and frozen for shipment.

Suggesting that the killer was
working in Clucksten Farms.

You realize Clucksten's--
is doomed after this?

Yeah.So you got exactly
what you wanted.

No, Agent Booth, I did not.

What I wanted
was my husband back.

I understand.

Is there anyone else
who benefits from
Clucksten Farms going under?

Probably the anti-smell people,
the people who live downwind.

I need a name.
That's all.

The main clean air nut
is Roy Meyers.

He's a baker with a shop
about two miles downwind
of Clucksten's.

Hey. I got some more data
on the bone bruising.

Hey. So, I need $1,500.

I need about 40,000
to repay student loans.

What do you need
your money for?

I need to save this pig.

What, from being made
into bacon?Yeah.

I love bacon.

I love ribs.

I love steak.
I love meat.

I'm a meat eater.

I'm not apologetic
about it.

Look at his face.

Look, Angela, I'm sorry.

Here's, uh, 20, 25--

Forty-five dollars?

Take it all.

We'll save your pig.

[ Man ]
You guys give me a hand? [ Woman ] Sure.

[ Man Grunts ][ Both Chattering ]

Roy Meyers?Yes?

F.B.I. Agent Booth.
This here is
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

We understand that you're
trying to get the state to
shut down Clucksten Farms?

Sure, because nobody
will come in and make them
regulate the stench.

They were here first.Yeah, back when it was
a free-range chicken ranch.

It's a different beast now.

Factory farm.
"Heartless,"
reasonable people call it.

Uh, you'll excuse me.

I took this up as a way
of getting some fresh air,
as ironic as that sounds.

Considering your
malodorous habit, would you
say that your dispute...

with Clucksten Farms is more
financially motivated
than health-related?

Sure. You know how
a baker sells his wares?

Yeah, people smell the bread
from the outside. They go in,
they spend the dough.

Thanks to Clucksten Farms,
to smell my cinnamon buns,

people gotta jam
their noses right in
the damn thing.

Clucksten Farms is trying
to put you out of business.

Can I take a look at that?

[ Lighter Flicking ]Yeah, me and anybody who
relies on a sense of smell,

sense of taste.Will your thumb
fit in this hole?

Whoa, whoa, wait. Don't be
sticking that on my thumb.
It's like a mini guillotine.

Yeah. Look, you want
to be careful with that.
It's sharp as razors.

That'll nip
your thumb off
in a jiffy.

What?
Some kind of federal crime
to own a cigar clipper?

The human eye
can only perceive color...

between wavelengths
of 400 and 750 nanometers.

This full-spectrum light source
simulates both the visible
and U.V. spectrum.

Angela is brilliant.

So, we run the image
through the spectroscope.

And now we can detect
color differences...

that are not visible
to the human eye.

I was able to confirm these
as postmortem bruises
likely caused by rocks...

and debris from the victim
traveling downriver.

Right. Then we assigned
all postmortem bruising...

with one distinct color,
and perimortem with another.

Now, injuries sustained
before death will appear red,

and after death black.

Saves me hours
and hours of work.

This is what happens
when two people
from different disciplines...

find each other
and work together closely.

Can you highlight
the perimortem bruising?

Evenly spaced circular
impact bruises...

to the right temporal
and sphenoid region,

continuing here
along the frontal
and parietal bones.

All of them...
have identical directionality.

- What the hell would leave
marks like that?
- Some kind of machine.

And why
do they stop there?

Something stops the weapon
from striking down
to the skull in this area.

The microscopic metal deposits
on the clipped thumb bone don't
match the baker's cigar cutter.

But, fortunately, I'm extremely
thorough and tenacious.

There's evidence of streaming
nuclei in the bone cells.

That was my job
to find.It's okay, kid.

Around here, we step in
for each other as needed.

- What?
- Hmm?

- Oh. Oh, you mean work.
- Yeah. What did you mean?

Work. No, I'm-I'm agreeing.
It's work. Can we move on?

- So, we have electricity?
- Who does?

- Streaming nuclei
suggests voltage.
- Oh, I-I know.

Uh, a self-cauterizing blade.

Yeah, there's gotta
be something like that
in a place that kills...

thousands of chickens
every day.

Here we go. Ah!
This might narrow
things down.

He had beak and feather
disease virus.

He had beak and feather
disease in his thumb?

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and guess that maybe
what we're looking for...

is a self-cauterizing instrument
that cuts beaks and feathers.

Wait a minute.
The video.

[ Man Narrating ]
Pluckers beat the feathers
off dead chickens,

and beak clippers clip the beaks
off of the baby chicks.

[ Booth ]
That's you,
right, Miss McNamara?

Yeah.

Your occupation
is beak clipper?

Baby chicks are jammed
so close together.

They get stressed,
attack each other. It's my job
to cut the tips off their beaks.

- Really isn't
a good job to have.
- No.

I got demoted from plucker.
Bet you didn't know there was
something worse than plucking.

When you were demoted,
was that before or after...

you charged Nick Rabin
with sexual harassment?

After. Go figure.

Nick was a groper.
Never heard the guy coming.
It got old real fast.

How much training does it take
to run the beak-clipping
machine?None.

Just gotta be the kind
of person willing to cut the
beaks off of newborn chicks.

Why?Because your machine...

was used to remove
Nick's thumbs and big toes.

Hey, if I was gonna cut
something off of Nick Rabin,
it would not be his thumb.

Okay. What people usually do
right now is they insist
that they didn't kill anyone.

Well, maybe I fantasized
about it so many times,
it's like I actually did it.

Do you know anything about
Nick Rabin's death or
the mutilation of his body?

No.

But still,
if you could arrange it,

I wouldn't mind getting away
from Clucksten's and spending
a few days in jail.

I don't need a professional
consultation, Sweets.

Well, this is not that.
It's just a friendly
conversation.

Angela will come around.I'm certain
that she will.

Yeah, eventually,
Angela will see the rational
nature of my argument.

She will come around?I already said that.

Hey, crazy thought.

What if this time
you were the one
who came around?

Saving one pig
is an irrational act.

Are you suggesting
that I point that out
to Angela more clearly?

Because that would make this
conversation very much like
a professional consultation.

No. I'm suggesting,
in a very friendly,
conversational way,

that you help her
save that one pig.

But we agreed that
that's a meaningless act.

Meaningless by your definition,
not by Angela's.

- My definition is correct.
- Yes, and if life were
simply a debate,

you would win hands down.

But we know
that it isn't a debate.

It's something much tougher.

You know, our very work
shows us that--

that those people that call
the world an abattoir,
a slaughterhouse--

they have a point.

Now, you handle
that knowledge by imposing...

this gossamer web
of rationality...

over the ugliness.

Angela has a very different
way of handling it.

Sometimes you don't save
the world, Dr. Brennan.

Sometimes you just make
your friend happy.

But even when it's irrational?

He is very, very cute.

I mean,

it's almost like
he's smiling.

Wendell and I have been
testing chicken factory
implements...

in order to find something
that would leave those
symmetrical marks on the victim.

[ Saroyan ]
Searching for the murder weapon.Did you find it yet?

Uh, no, but we have
the parameters.

Mr. Bray,
please assume the position.

The skull was struck
repeatedly.

We need someone to actually
spin Wendell on the stool.

Yeah. I don't twirl the interns.
Perhaps Angela would do it.

Yeah, I'll-I'll do it.

[ Hodgins ]
Okay, now, it appears as if
the victim was turning...

and/or rolling.Wait.
Someone rolled him?

- That's how it appears.
- The directionality
indicates that.

- Um, can I stop turning
while you guys discuss this?
- Not yet, dude.

Now, what we haven't determined
is what he was rolled on
that would have done this.

What if--
What if the victim
wasn't spinning?

What if the weapon
was spinning?

Oh. Thank you, God.
Oh!

Okay. The bruises
had common directionality.

It's likely the victim
was facedown at an angle.

If the implement...

striking the victim's head
was spinning--

I-- I know which
piece of equipment...

caused these bone bruises
and wrung the victim's neck
at the same time.

Yeah, here we go.
[ Groans ]
Look at that. Huh?

[ Imitates Honking ]
Hey, Bones, look at this, huh?

Served a warrant
for your chicken plucker.

Oh. We've got blood.

Is that from the chickens?No, the chickens are drained
by the time they get here.

There'd barely be
any blood left.

Whoa. Okay.
What's that?

Well, if my theory
is correct,

it'll turn out to be a fragment
of the victim's necktie.Hmm.

I'm going to need your tie
to test the theory.

You mean the one that I'm
wearing right now? This tie?Uh-huh. Yeah.

I'm not certain the tie
will be ruined.

- [ Whirring ]
- The Jeffersonian will
reimburse you if it is.

It's just a tie.The murderer
and the victim struggled.

The victim's tie
enters the chicken plucker.

That amount of force
would definitely have
wrung the victim's neck.

- Uh-oh.
- What? My reasoning
is flawless.

Uh, shut that off,
will you?

Your theory suggests
that it was an accident. [ Whirring Stops ]

- No, I disagree.
- They fight. The tie
gets caught inadvertently.

No. This pattern
has a missing component.

Here. This suggests
that something
blocked the strike.

Obviously, the murderer's hand.

Like this. See?

We should see if an employee
of Clucksten Farms was
treated for a broken hand.

These fractures to your
second and third metacarpals
in your left hand--

they were caused
by being struck.

That had to smart.How do you have
my X-rays?

Oh, see, a judge decided
that we had reasonable cause
to pull a warrant.

So why is it that
the head of security...

reaches into
a moving chicken plucker?

[ Sighs ]

Eight years I worked at
that hellhole. You know why?

- Your wife?
- We were gonna have kids.

And then she got sick
because she worked
at Clucksten's.

Did you have evidence of that?That's exactly
what Nick asked.

But we moved to the next county,
and she got better.

That's evidence enough,
if you ask me.

All I wanted from Nick
was a gas allowance.

And he said no?

We shoved each other
a bit, I guess.

His tie got stuck in the chicken
plucker, and I reached in.

I tried to save him, and
that's how my hand got broke.

- You didn't intend to kill him.
- No. God, no.

Right, right.
No, no, I understand.

Booth, I know
you trust your gut,
but it's wrong this time.

The directionality
of these fractures shows...

that your hand
was on Nick Rabin's face
as it went into the machine.

You pushed him.
You killed him.

I drive 68 miles
to work every day,

and all I wanted
was a gas allowance.

I worked there
eight years.

Just a gas allowance...

so my wife can stay healthy.

[ Man Singing: Alt Rock ]
♪ Up where the evening sun ♪

♪ The river rolls on by ♪

♪ The neighbors
they tell secrets ♪

♪ The neighbors
they tell lies ♪

I don't like beer.
I love beer.

♪ And somewhere
the plane went down ♪♪[ Chattering ]

Here you go.Would I like one of those
fruity drinks?

[ Booth ]
No.

You know, he fooled me.
He-- He fooled me.

I mean, I-I actually
believed he was trying
to save the victim.

He's a very good liar.

Bones, I can tell
when people are lying.

Or I could tell
before my whole
recto-cerebral infracture.

[ Chuckles ]What?

That's not a real
medical condition.

Are you sure?
Because... that's what
I'm feeling right now.

If it were real,
it'd be pretty disgusting.
Recto-cerebral.

I'm going.
I'm losing it.

Okay, I just-- [ Sighs ]
I'm not up to speed here.

I woke up this morning,
and I realized...

that I didn't even know
if I like brown sugar
on my oatmeal.

Well, next time, call me.
You like brown sugar
on everything.

I'm the one who is
supposed to know
when people are lying.

Who do I call for that?

Sweets.Sweets?

I don't like things
at half speed, okay?
I'm a full speed kind of a guy.

Well, even at half speed,
you're twice as fast
as anyone else.

You wanna see the fastest
draw in the West?

Sure.You wanna see it again?

[ Laughs ]Yeah.

Sweets thinks that I should
humor Angela.

Sweets is a bright kid.

But I
want to know what you think.

[ Inhales, Groans ]As a full-grown
man of experience.

I need to know what you think.

I think you should
let her have this one.

What are you doing?
No. Wait-- Now? No,
I didn't mean this second.

[ People Chattering ][ Brennan ]
Excuse me.

Okay.
[ Chuckles ] Hi.

[ Brennan ]
I want to help you
with this piglet.

Here's a check for--
[ Laughs ]

Thank you.

It's everything.Hey, you got it. That's great.

[ Sighs ] Mm-hmm.

Angela's very happy.

I can see that.

[ Chuckles ]
You said that
in a funny way.

You noticed something.

See?

You still got it.

You're not gonna ask me
what I saw?

- Do I want to know?
- No.

[ Chuckles ] Do you
want to know anyway?

Nope.

It can wait.

I trust you.

[ Clink ]

What's that mean?