All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S12E06 - The Flaw in the Saw (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Okay, dude,
this is not worth it.

This is sick.

Like disgusting sick,
not sick sick.

Yo, pull it
together, man.

We can't keep letting Cooper
get the better of us.

Look what he did
to your hair.

You look like a human
whoopee cushion.

Now hurry it up.
The garbage truck's

gonna be here in,
like, 15 minutes.

Oh, man.

Oh, this is gnarly.

Yes. That is
definitely a keeper.

Yeah, imagine the look on
the Coop's face when he

opens his car
and all these guts spill out.

Dude, what do you think
this is from?

Uh, mountain lion, probably.

Oh, yeah. (groans)

What about this?

Cobra.

Gross.

Dude, what about this?

(both scream)

(whimpering)

Get out of here!
Go!

I'm never riding a bike again.

Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Christine, is everything...

Wow, wow, okay.
What happened?

Look, I was teaching her
how to ride a bike, okay?

And she was doing really
great. She was...

a little wobbly at first,
and then I just

kind of let her go
and then, bam-- hit the ground.

Booth, I-I don't want Christine
riding a bicycle

until I can properly
teach her about the physics.

What physics?
What are you talking about, huh?

Physics. You get on,

fall off, you figure it
out, you get back on.

What physics?
Gyroscopic forces,

acceleration
due to gravity, friction.

Friction?

Don't you think
that it's-it's good

to not know
how something works?

I mean, come on, science takes
the magic out of everything.

There's no magic
to begin with.

It's just rules
that govern the universe.
Next thing you know

you're gonna be telling
her that rainbows are...
Light refracted through water?

She already knows that.
Of course she does.

Now that Christine's
had some time to self-soothe,

I'm going to go
check in on her.

(phone chimes)
Oh...

(phone trills)
Oh.

Yeah, all right,
well, I guess

we're going to work,
because there's a body...

ooh, found in a Dumpster
full of animal guts?

That's your territory.
It'll be fascinating

to see how non-human viscera

effects the decomposition

of a human corpse.

There goes my appetite.
You'd think after 12 years

you could handle a little
viscera with your oatmeal.

(indistinct conversations)

FUENTES:
Three Dumpsters filled
with entrails and fluid.

Aren't these bags
not supposed to leak?

Look. Cam?

No. No, that would be
the liver of a moose.

(whimpers)
Damn it!

Yeah.

Hey, good try, though,
you know?

Maybe next time.

Yeah?
You want to take my place?

I would, but
unfortunately

they haven't, you know, invented

a specialized wheelchair
for intestine diving.

Yeah.
SAROYAN:
Dr. Hodgins?

Yeah?

Have you found time of death?

No. No, not even close.

No, this pool
of carcasses is like

Christmas to carrion feeders,
you know?

They hopped around,
so it's close to impossible

to figure out
when or where they started.

Yes! I found a human humerus.

Part of one.
HODGINS: Mm.

Well, based on the head diameter
and cortical involution,

I'd say the victim is female,

mid-40's.

Oh, my God.

This is disgusting.

Do we have the skull?

Oh, hey, Rodolfo?

Gonna need
to find the skull ASAP.

As we all know,

skulls don't float, so...

No. (whimpering)

(deep breath)

(coughing, whimpering)

Angie, here, techs found this

for you at the scene.

What?
I'm having too much fun.

I hope you're still having fun
when you're in hell.

(giggles)

Ten more minutes, okay?

FUENTES:
Oh!

I can smell it
through my mask.

This is so disgusting.

(gags)

I'll give you five.
(Fuentes gags)

*

Oh, what's that?
Yes, I did fish

every last bone
out of the carcass pit.

Are you looking
for praise

for performing
the most basic tasks?

I... I was just pointing it out.

Do we have any
idea about the...

sock, I guess?
Yeah, it's made of chain metal.

It's the only
article of clothing I found

in the entire Dumpster.

So we're looking for
some sort of knight.

Do knights play golf?

Look, take a look

at the fracture to the hamulus.

It's called a golfer's fracture,
I believe.

Dr. Fuentes is correct.
This fracture is

extremely common in golfers.

The result of years of stress
on the wrist.

This body just keeps getting
weirder by the second.

Uh, it gets
even weirder.

In the victim's sinuses
alone I pulled out

spores from six species of tree
from around the world,

including Dacrydium cupressinum,

which only grows
in New Zealand.

So we're looking for

a well-traveled knight

with a love for America's
favorite pastime, golf.

Just a working theory.

AUBREY:
You building a bike?

I wish.
No, this is how Bones wants me

to teach Christine
how to ride a bike.

Kind of ruins the fun.
Exactly, right?
So, what do you have

for me?
Yeah, uh, so, Angela sent
over the victim's ID,

Phyllis Paul. She was
reported missing on Tuesday

by her live-in girlfriend,
Nancy Alpert.

Huh. Phyllis Paul.

College golfer,
competed professionally.

Yeah, but she
never came close

to winning a competition.
For the past ten years

she taught private golf lessons.
I sent you her Web site.

Oh, thanks, Aubrey.

All right, well,
I tell you what, let's, uh,

bring her girlfriend in.
We can, uh, talk to her.

"Trail equals
wheel radius

times cosine of head
angle minus rake"?

What is this?
It's-it's a disaster.
It's a mess.

I know that this
is difficult,

Ms. Alpert, but
can you tell me

the last time that
you saw Phyllis?

Tuesday morning.
She left for the second day

of her competition and she
never came home that night.

Okay, she was in
a golf tournament?

No.

(clears throat)

Lumberjacking.

"Lumberjacking"?

Right, okay.

And, uh, this was
a hobby of Phyllis' or...

I wish it were just a hobby.

She'd found her calling as a...

lumberjill, or whatever
they're called. Six months

in these silly competitions
and she'd won more titles

than 20 years of golfing.

I'm getting the sense
that you were not a fan.

It was a waste of time.

Why? She was
winning money.

I had more than enough
for the both of us.

We were gonna
retire together,

travel, take cooking classes...

get married.

It must have upset you
when she took her life

in a new direction.

I'm sorry, if you're insinuating

that I would ever hurt Phyllis,

then you're mistaken.

I've been in love with her

since she gave me
my very first golf lesson.

Any idea who might
have wanted Phyllis dead?

Probably one of
those lumberjackers.

Just last month they through
a golf club through our window.

How do you know it
was a lumberjacker?

'Cause there was
a note attached.

"Stick to golfing, you..."

Well, I'd rather
not say the word.

You can read it yourself.

I gave it to the police.

(clears throat)

There's something
you wanted to show me?

Si, si, si.

I found significant
fracturing of the hyoid.

We will have to analyze
it to determine

if it indicates
cause of death.

In addition,
I was looking at the striae

where the victim was cut apart.

Now, the tool that was used

made this wave pattern.

What do you make of it?

Well, at first
I wasn't sure, but then

I heard that the victim
was a lumberjack.

So I thought, "Rodolfo...
(speaks Spanish)

Uh, chain saw.

I concur.

A chain saw's teeth
are J-shaped

and make this type of
wave-like kerf mark.

The victim was dismembered
with a chain saw

and she was wearing
those chain metal socks

at time of her death,

which I learned are used for
protecting the lumberjack

from a wild swing of the ax.

The victim was killed
mid-competition.

So someone is going to have to
go to the lumberjacking contest.

Booth and I will go, yeah.
Oh, hey, hey,

Dr. Brennan...
If you'd like

to spend a little
more time in the lab,

I'm willing
to go in your place.

Shh. It's a small sacrifice

for my favorite boss.
I sense

that you are being
disingenuous

and that you just want
to go to the competition.

Okay, fine, yes,
I want to go.

But come on, what guy wouldn't?

All men love chain saws.

That is not a proven fact.

Yes, it is.

Greg.

How do you feel
about chain saws?

I love chain saws.

Boom.

Okay, while Greg is an
adequate security guard,

he's not a sufficient
sample size

to extrapolate

the preferences of
an entire gender.

Booth and I are going
to the competition.

Please clean and
rearticulate the bones.

Take pictures.

Oh sure, I'll-I'll
Chatsnap it.

This is quite impressive.

Well, no, no, no,
it's not impressive.

I think the word that
you're looking for is badass,

all right? This
is a major sport,

Bones. It's huge,
and less face it,

it's way more
exciting than golf.

I imagine the muscle groups

used to swing an ax
are the same as those used

to swing a golfing stick.

Four years of playing golf
and you're still calling it

a golfing stick.
It's a stick

used to golf.
How is that not accurate?

My point is that both

golfing and lumberjacking
are just

applied physics.
No. No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no. You d...

Don't try to ruin this for me

like you're ruining
bike riding for Christine.

But everything's mathematics.

Sports, architecture, comedy.

Comedy is not math.
Yes, it is.
By vectoring

the English language,
I can make

a multitude of hilarious jokes.

Please don't. No.
For example,

what did the math teacher

say to the lumberjack?

Don't care.
(chuckles)

Make sure you use

the correct "log-arithm."

Hmm? It's all just
simple "geome-tree."

Tree. Like, a tree,
'cause it's a log.

It comes from a tree.
It's a play on words.

* Turn up

* And make it something
to believe in *

* You know you got to turn up

* To make the heart go

* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa *

* I said you got to turn up

* And put your hands

* Where I can see them

* You know you go to turn
* Up! *

* To keep 'em begging for

* More, more, more, more *

* More, more, more *

* I set my soul on fire

(indistinct male voice over PA)

* All for you, my love, and

* If you want it

* Baby, you can have it all

* Oh! But then
you better turn up... *

BRENNAN:
Every

person I see is carrying
at least six lethal implements.

Excuse me. Are you
in charge here?

Yeah, Dick Scarn.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.
This here is my partner,

Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Okay. How can I help you?

Well, I'm sorry to report
that one of your lumberjills

has been murdered.
Murdered? Who?

Phyllis Paul.
Oh.

Well, too bad.
MAN (over P.A.):
Ladies and gentlemen...

Would you mind
if we ask you a few questions?

Well, they need me
at the main stage,

but, uh, you-you can
walk with me.

Okay.

What happened
to your femur?

Uh, chain saw snapped.
I got boned.
Mm.

"Bone" is not a verb.
I got a bone.

What bone?
No. A "bone" is a hard
piece of wood, Bones.

Wait. Who's Bones?
She's Bones.
I'm Bones.

Oh...
Oh, I thought
she was Brennan.

Booth, this is exactly why
you shouldn't call me "Bones."
Right, because,

you know what?
This happens all the time.

When was the last time
you saw Phyllis?
Uh... tree climb on Tuesday.

She was in that competition,
and...

she hasn't showed up
for anything since.

She was pretty good
at these events, huh?
Oh, yeah.

Are you kidding?
When she came on the scene,

she outclassed
the competition.
BOOTH:
Anyone

in particular
that she dethroned?
Yeah.

Helga Thisk.
Where can we find Helga?

MAN (over P.A.): On the hot
zone, ladies and gentlemen...
Right over there.

we got Helga Thisk.
Go get 'em, girl.

(applause, cheering)
Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, Bones. Bones,
let's just wait. Wait.

Just wait until she puts
down that big chain saw

before we accuse her
of murder, okay?

(applause, cheering)

MAN:
All right!

(cheering, whooping)

Okay, we can go now.
Come on.

BOOTH:
Okay, uh, Ms. Thisk,

can you please
put that ax down?

You're sure
Phyllis is dead?
Yes, her body

was dismembered, and

is currently decomposing.
Helga, I took

a look at your competition
history with Phyllis.

Outsider coming in,
taking over

the top lumberjill spot.

That's got to be
tough for you.

It's just a game, Agent Booth.
Oh, come on.

Let's lose that "It's
just a game," okay?

There's a lot of money
to be made here.

Right? There's tons of sponsors.
BRENNAN:
You would remove

anyone who got in your way.
BOOTH: Mm-hmm.

What? You think
I killed Phyllis?

Why would I kill her?
We were training partners.

She was giving me
all her secrets.

What secrets?
Just some math

stuff that she'd use
to calculate each chop,

like they do it in golf.

As they should do it
in every athletic endeavor.

Measuring angles
and diameters forever

before she even
took her first swing.
BOOTH:
Helga,

can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt Phyllis?

Probably the crazy fans.

They hated her. They said

she was making the sport dull
with all her measuring.

Don't blame 'em.
MAN:
Helgy!

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

I'm sorry. This is
my husband Ragnar.

Ragnar, these people
are from the FBI.

Phyllis was murdered.
Wow!

I mean, I didn't take Phyllis
for the getting-murdered type.

It's a shame.

You don't seem too upset.
Oh, no. I'll say

a "yoho" for her later.
For now,

we got a competition to think
of. We've got to head over

to the stage
for the Jack and Jill.
BOOTH: Whoa.

Wait a second. A two-man saw?
Bones, we got to see it.

It's a fan favorite.
Booth, we're in the middle

of a murder investigation.
Yes, and the fans

are our possible suspects
here, so,

what kind of detectives
would we be

if we didn't check out
the most popular event?

Hey, how's it
going up here?
(sighs)

The day started out well.

I analyzed the hyoid further,
found fracturing on

the greater cornua, which means

that the cause of death
was most likely strangulation.

Nice.
No, no.

Not nice.
I spent the last few hours

scraping tiny pieces

of solid matter out of the bone
that got lodged

into the striae
during dismemberment.

This is the slowest process.
I know it doesn't

seem like a lot,
but hey, hey, hey,

this could actually
help me determine

where the victim was cut up.

Also, I analyzed

the nine-iron that was thrown
through the victim's window,

and I think
I may have found traces

of permethrin
and piperonyl butoxide.

Pesticides.
Professional grade.

We may be looking
for an exterminator.
Well...

SAROYAN:
How's it going up there?
Let's ask her.

Um, yeah, you go
ahead and do that.

I'm actually working
on my own thing.
What? Is your own thing

more important than chain saws?
Dr. Hodgins?!
Yeah, I-I got to go. Hey, Cam.

Dr. Hodgins!
Dr. Saroyan.

Yes.
As you know, uh,

Dr. Brennan and I came
to the conclusion

that the victim was dismembered
with a chain saw.

Yes.
I have since learned
that each competitor

at the Lumber Sports
Competition has his

or her own unique chain saw.

Therefore, I believe
it is absolutely necessary

to the case to subpoena

each chain saw so that
I may test them... to match

the resulting striations
to the striations

on the victim's bones,
thus enabling me

to determine whose chain saw
was used to dismember the body.

So... you want
to play with chain saws?

Play with chains... No.

I don't even like chain saws.

No. Believe me,
if there is another way

to find the correct chain saw,
I'll do it.

Really? 'Cause I was
actually gonna say,

I think testing chain saws
is an excellent idea.

Really?
But since you'd prefer
to do it a different way...

No, no.
Thank you.
Sure.

The Lumber Sports saved
this sliced wood

from Monday's
chain saw competition,

and-- it's a real treat--

they're even labeled with
each competitor's name.

Great.
So why don't you compare
the striations on the bones

to those on this wood?
Good.

That way you don't
have to worry

about testing those
chain saws yourself.
Mm-hmm.

Since you didn't
want to do it anyway.

Yay.

Hey, Angie.

Hey, um, I'm looking at
this photo you just sent,

but I am so confused.

It's labeled "crime scene,"
but we don't even know where

this murder took place.

Yeah, um, that's
because, uh...

it's from a different murder,

not this case.

MONTENEGRO:
Oh, my God. Wait a second.

I remember this. This is from,
uh, the lobbyist's murder,

the one that
Zack committed.

Confessed to, not committed.

Are-are... are you
trying to prove that?

What can I do to help?
(clears his throat)

Okay, um, I think I may have
found a way to prove

that the killer wasn't Zack

based on the severity
of the stabbing.

Here. See, look.

There's too much blood.

I mean, if Zack were to stab
someone, which... (scoffs)

But still, uh, he'd do it
as cleanly as possible.

Yeah, I-I just don't
know if this is enough

to overturn a conviction.

It's a start.

Yeah, it is.

Can I show you something
from the current case?

Yeah.

What's up?
Okay.

So when Helga said
that fans hated Phyllis,

I went online,
and I found this.

"North East Lumber Sports Fans
are the Bombest Fans."

Wow. This Gene Frong

guy is really die-hard.
Yeah, and

he hated Phyllis.

He thought that she was ruining
the sport. Check this out.

What's up, everybody?
Gene Frong in the house.

Right behind me here
is Phyllis Paul.

She's measuring her log,
and like always,

she's taking her sweet time.

(yelling):
Hey! Hey, Phyllis?!

What's taking you so long?

Yeah, we're bored.

Hurry it up. Hey.
I got to say,
it is kind of boring.

GENE: (chanting):
Phyllis sucks!

PEOPLE:
Phyllis sucks! Phyllis sucks!

That's right.
Hit her in the face!
(chanting continues)

Hit her in the face!
Phyllis sucks!

(laughs)
They're doing it.

MONTENEGRO:
I did some digging.

Gene works for his dad's
extermination company.

Angie, I think
you just found

our nine-iron thrower.

BOOTH:
Look, Bones, if I were
an 18-year-old punk,

where would I be?

Where the beer is.
Come on.

I was a teenager once, Booth,

and I observed that my peers
enjoyed the consumption

of inexpensive alcohol.

Now, this is what
I'm talking about--

good old-fashioned log roll.

MEN:
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug!

Oh!

BOOTH:
Hey, excuse me.
Ah! Whew! That's two.

Let's go.
Excuse me.

Gene Frong, need a word
with you over here, please?

I'm 21, I swear!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(panting)
(grunts)

Hey!
(groans)

Oh. Sorry.

WOMAN:
Oh. Hey!

(man grunts)
Oh. Sorry.

(panting)

Oh, come on, you got
to be kidding me.

Will you get down now?!
I'll stay up

here all day.
Well, he can't
stay there forever.

Oh, Bones, we don't have
enough time here. We don't.

Let's go. Relax!
Booth! Booth! Booth!

Stop! No.

Successful axmanship requires

mathematic calculation.
You got to be kidding me.

First, we find the radius of
the log and divide it by 1.25.

(crowd booing)
Come on.
Then...

Okay, just take a step a back.
Take a step back.
What?
We plot the angle of attack.

Enough is enough here with this.
(cheering)

MAN:
That's right!
Good chop!

(indistinct chatter,
applause and cheering)

Okay, okay, okay,
I'm coming down.

Shh. Put it down! Put it down!

You see that, Bones, huh?
Don't need science

to take care of this guy.
Let's go.

BRENNAN:
Hey, Cam. What's up?
Hey, based on

what Rodolfo found on the hyoid,
I examined the tissue around

the victim's neck
and found hydrogenated

triglycerides.
That's vegetable shortening.

What was it doing
around her neck?

The murderer's hands
must have been covered in it.

Well, the grease-to-person ratio
at this event is

exceptionally high,
but I'll do my best

to keep an eye out
for users of triglycerides.

BOOTH:
Look, I think when Phyllis
didn't listen to your request

to stick to golf, you decided
to kick it up a couple notches.

What?! No. I loved Phyllis.

Well, I don't tend to
throw golfing sticks

through the windows
of people that I love.

Golf clubs.
They're not sticks.

Same thing.
Yeah, okay.

Maybe that was a little
too crazy, but I would...

I would never kill Phyllis.

She was too much fun
to have around. Yeah.

At first, the whole measuring
thing sucked, but... (laughs)

...a bunch of us would start
going to her events

just to yell at her,
and that was a lot of fun.

The flapjack guy even sold

special pancakes
just to throw at her.

Cam said that the killer's hands
were covered in shortening.

BOOTH:
Gene, did

the flapjack guy have anything
against Phyllis?

(laughing):
Yeah, they had a...

hilarious feud going on.

What kind of feud?
Well, uh, at first,

she said that his coffee
tasted like dirt,

so then he put a spider
in her mug.

And that's when she let all

the air out in his tires,
and that's when he started

selling the "Fling a Flap
at Phyllis" special.

I think we need
to talk to him.
Okay.

Um, can I... can I go now?

I have to pee really,
really bad.

That's due to the fact that
you consumed 24 ounces of beer.

Fluid is filling your bladder,

applying pressure to stretch
receptors, which signal

your urethra.
Lady,

you're not making this
any easier for me.

Does that help?

(indistinct chatter)

Get two orders right here,
this one.

Oh, my God.

Family recipe,

passed down from Flap to Flap
for generations.

So, I understand

you had a bit of a feud going
with Phyllis Paul.

Oh, it wasn't that bad.
Really? I...

beg to differ-- it says here
that after the pancake tossing,

Phyllis reported your truck
to the health department.

That was just Phyllis
being Phyllis.

She wasn't the nicest Jill
at the jamboree.

But after a failed
inspection, you had to buy

a brand-new truck.
Planning on it.

Yeah, it was time to retire
that rusty old clunker anyway.

Listen, Jack,
we found traces

of vegetable shortening
on Phyllis's neck.

How do you explain that?

(scoffs)
Vegetable shortening.

What do you think I am?
I cook with butter,

that I make from scratch.

I should have caught that.
Hold on a second here.

No, there's a, uh,

complexity of the flavor,
no aftertaste.

That's definitely butter.

Why am I getting a hint of a...
like, a smoked meat?

Bits of bacon in the batter.
I cure it myself.

Adds a hint of umami, which
balances out the sweetness.

That's beautiful.

(quietly):
It's a Flap family secret.

So, what
about Phyllis?

Anything strange going on
with her lately?

Eh, Phyllis kept
to herself.

Brought her own "healthy" food

in those little
Tupperware containers.

Yeah, I know the type.
Yeah.

In fact, last Tuesday's the
first time I ever saw that gal

eating carbohydrate.

Wait, did you say
last Tuesday?

(chuckles): Yeah.
Still obnoxious as ever,

jabbering away on the phone
the whole time,

but oh, boy, she made her way
through a Jiant Jack Stack

faster than I can flip a flap.

(exhales)
Thanks, Jack.

Ooh.

Can I take
my Jiant Jack Stack to go?

You better.

Dr. Fuentes,

have you found a wood slab
that matches the striations?

Not yet.

I was looking at the hyoid
and the surrounding area

to determine cause of death.

I found something
interesting

on the C4 vertebra.

Crushing fracture
on the anterior surface.

The fracturing is too extensive

to have been caused
by human hands.

Whatever implement was used
squished its way

into the tissue of the neck

and made contact
with the front of the vertebra.

There's a substantial amount
of muscle in the neck,

so whatever implement
was used must have been

extremely strong.
My guess is a pliable metal.

But why would the murderer cover
it in vegetable shortening?

Hey, so, I got something
really interesting for you.

What is it, Aubrey?
So, the day

that Phyllis died,
she ate pancakes.

Okay, you know what?
I got to go.
Wait-wait. Booth, Booth, look.

You know that Phyllis
was an intense competitor

who ate clean, right?

Look, there's got to be a reason

that Phyllis bought

a stack of pancakes from a guy

that she hated.

My guess is she was stressed.

All right,
let's just think about it.

When an athlete gets stressed,
you know,

their... their scores,
they go down.

What do you say we just go check
out the tournament Web site

and look at her scores?

That's good thinking.

Wait a second.

That doesn't add up.

Well, she was winning, but...
not as much

as her past competitions--
you might be right.

Phyllis was off.
Huh?

Come on! I'm, like,
a forensic food-ologist.

(phone beeps)

Hello?

Hey, Angie?

I just ran
the solid matter that Rodolfo

found in the chain saw
striations

through the mass spec.
Did it give you

any indication of where
Phyllis' body was dismembered?

Well, I found
Aphanomyces laevis,

Lasiodiplodia theobromae,
and Phialocephala virens.

They're plant fungi.

But they feed on plants from
completely different climates.

I'm talking, like, where...

where does a cactus grow
next to a water lily?

In a plant nursery?

Oh, yeah, right. Huh.
Sometimes I forget

these things exist
outside of nature.
(chuckles)

Well, I can run a search
for all the nurseries

in the area of the
lumberjack tournament.

Yeah. Um, by the way,
I think I found something

on the lobbyist's rib.
Didn't Brennan

already analyze
the lobbyist's bones?

She missed something.

Brennan missed something?

On a bone?
Inside one of
the wound tracts

I found what could be the
killer's microbial signature.

It's a combination of all
the particles every human emits.

It can be used to distinguish

between individuals.
Yeah, I've-I've heard of that,

but there are variables.

I don't think that's
ever actually held up in court.

First time for everything.

Yeah.

(computer beeping)

Okay, uh,
so these are the nurseries

located within a five-mile
radius of the tournament.

It looks like they're all
in a densely populated area.

Yeah, there's
no way the killer

could have dismembered
the victim with a chain saw

at any of these places
without someone hearing.

Angie, what about

any nurseries in the area
that closed?

I mean, a bunch of
untended plants--

that would explain the
amount of fungus I found.

Yeah.

(computer beeps)

Bonnie's Garden.

Huh. It was closed a year ago.

And it's located a half mile
from the tournament.

There's blood here.

And a lot of it.

This is definitely where
our victim was dismembered.

Yeah, a remote area,
drainage...

It's pretty clever.

Guys, look.

This pot is singed

along the rim.

SAROYAN:
Someone tried to burn
the victim's clothing?

Definitely.

And the other sock.

Wait a minute.

What is this?

It's a flipline.
It's a steel cable that

lumberjacks use to scale the
pole in the tree climb event.

Belonged to our victim.
You think

this could be
the murder weapon?
It definitely

fits the parameters.
HODGINS: Hold on a second.

I can tell you for sure.
Can you hold that out?

Yep. Lipids.

This flipline is covered in fat.

Hey, ten to one
it's vegetable shortening.

Well, if so,
we've got our murder weapon.

HODGINS:
Yes!

King of the plant graveyard.

SAROYAN:
I still don't understand
why'd you put

shortening on a flipline.

Well, a slippery
flipline would make it

nearly impossible
to scale the pole.

So sabotage.

That explains her lower scores.
But Phyllis

was still winning.
So maybe

this saboteur
just got impatient,

killed her instead.

No, no. No, no. Bones,
what are you doing?

Proving to you that

lumberjacking is physics.
I am sure that it is,

but I told you,
I don't want to know.

Don't you want to know
how the world functions?

You know what, Bones?

Some things in life,
they need to be a mystery, okay?

Like the Internet.
Why planes fly.

Farts.
Transfer protocol,

manipulation of air pressure,

vibrations of the anal...
Nah!

(phone rings)
Don't need to know that
right now, okay?

What is this?
Th-This is silly!

Hi, Cam. Go ahead.

I found epithelial cells
on the flipline,

so I ran the DNA
and got a hit from the Maryland

Volunteer Fireman Database.
Well, who is it?

Ragnar Thisk.

Helga's husband?
Well, looks like the husband

wanted to get a leg up
for the wife.

Tell you what, hey...
you up for, uh, another visit

to the lumberjack show?

Huh?

And we're not taking these.

HELGA:
Sabotaging Phyllis? Never.

This sport is
about community.
BOOTH: Well, come on,

there's lots of sponsors.

There's a lot of money at risk.

And you were the loser.

This woman is not a loser.

I'm merely
stating a fact.

She lost, ergo she is a loser.

BOOTH:
Ragnar,

you're very protective
of your wife there.

I bet you would do anything
to see her win.

Maybe even commit...

murder?
No!

Then why
did we find

your DNA on Phyllis's flipline,

the implement used
to murder her?

(sighs)

Okay. I greased the flipline.

I was trying to sabotage
Phyllis, but I didn't

kill her, okay?
Rag, how could you do that?

I could see how hard
you were working.

All those late nights spent
practicing with Phyllis.

Ragnar, please.
Sometimes you

didn't even get
home till morning.

Come on, now,
I wasn't working that hard.
Oh...

don't be humble.

What about all those weekend
lumberjacking trips

you and Phyllis
were always going on?

She'd come home
completely wiped.

Phyllis's training
must have

really tuckered her out.

Mr. Thisk,

can you please step outside?

Thank you.

(door closes)

Okay, Phyllis and I
were sleeping together.

We were gonna leave

Nancy and Ragnar
and get married.

We even got fitted for rings
last week.

(crying):
And now...

...she's gone.

There... there, there.

What does "there, there" mean?

It's okay.
(sobbing)

It's supposed
to comfort her.

Maybe try the bear.

Let's give her
some time, please.

Do you want a bear?
Stop.

Give her the bear.

Helga. Please.

Hey. What's up?

I need you to swab
something for me.

I've been looking
at the striations on the bone.

I found kerf marks

on the right femur.

Now, they appear
to have been made by an ax,

and they were made
prior to the chain saw damage.

Wait a minute. You
think someone attempted

to chop up the body
with an ax first?
Exactly.

But if a lumberjack took a swing
on the bone, he or she

would have been strong enough
to do more damage than this.

In addition,
none of the slabs

of wood that Cam gave us
match the striations.

So if we're not looking
for a lumberjack...

We're not looking
for a lumberjack's chain saw.

The killer could have used
any make or model

of chain saw in the world.

How will we ever figure out
which one it is?

*

(chain saws roaring)

*

(chain saws turn off)

BOTH:
It was his idea.

Look, I don't care
whose idea this was.

Someone tell me
what's going on.

Okay.

I'll explain, I guess.

Based on a multitude
of evidence,

Hodgins and I came
to the conclusion

that the killer's
not a lumberjack.

So we're not looking
for a lumberjack's chain saw,

we're looking for a regular
consumer chain saw.

(takes deep breath):
So...

we're testing all of them.

And what exactly
is the plan here?

Look, Cam, if we can find
the make and model

of the chain saw that was used,
we may be able to match it

to a chain saw owned
by one of the remaining

non-lumberjack suspects.

Unfortunately,
there's a small grain

of intelligence in that theory.

FUENTES:
So...

we can keep going?

Just get it over with.

Yeah!

(laughs)

So it looks like Phyllis'
girlfriend, Nancy,

is our prime suspect. I mean,
she definitely has motive.

And the force
profile indicates

that the killer is
not a lumberjack.

Well, Aubrey, you know,

went and checked out her house,
no one was there.

And he's also checking out
the country club.

Booth, is that...

You can't hide from me,
you lumber slut.

Nancy!

Nancy Alpert, hold on.
Oh.

BOOTH:
Easy. Okay.

(grunts and groans)

Wow!

Okay, look at that, huh?
(whoops)

Talk about a good Seth Joyner
takedown.

All right, that's it.
Turn around.

Let's go. Let's go.

I hate to tell you,
but you are under arrest.

Up.

Nancy, I hear you've
got quite the temper.

I'm sorry, wouldn't you
if you just found out

your girlfriend was in
love with someone else?

It might lead someone to murder.
I didn't kill her.

I just found out
about it this morning.

This morning?
From whom?
I got a call

from our jeweler.

He asked if the ring fit.

I never received any ring.

How do you know
that Phyllis wasn't

planning on giving you
a ring before she died?

He said she'd had it

resized to a nine.
I'm a five and a half.

It was obviously
meant for that ogre.

So you knew about Helga?
I suspected.

Yeah, but this
just confirmed it.

You don't buy a four-carat
diamond for a friend.

(whistles)
Four carats.

That's a very expensive ring.

You know if Helga
actually got it?

Well, good luck
finding it if she did.

It probably looks
like a speck of dust

on those sausage
fingers of hers.

The hard sell... again.

(clears throat)

(chain saw buzzing)

Hey, Hodgins, these striations

still don't match.
(chain saw stops)

Why are you yelling?

Well...

Just grab another saw.

Well, I'm gonna
test this one

for a third time,
just to be sure.

Okay.
(alarms blaring)

Whoa!
Oh!

Sorry. Hey, no worries,
no worries. All good.

It was getting
a little loud in here

so I rigged this up so that
I'd actually be able to know

when the mass spec was finished.

Ah, genius.
Right? Yeah.

Let's see what we got here.

So it looks like

we do have the results

from the particulates
in the ax wound.

Okay. Glucose, sucrose,

sodium nitrate, lipids...

Hold on a second.

This all looks like
a combination

of sugar, syrup, and pig fat.

Why would you have sugar
on an ax?
Yeah.

That's more like
a kitchen implement.

Hey, Jack Flap told Aubrey
he cures his own bacon.

A meat cleaver
would create a marking

with a similar profile
to that of an ax head.

Let's clean up,
check the bones again.

Yeah.
Okay.

Good-bye, precioso.

AUBREY:
So I'm holding Nancy,

but I just don't think
she'd have it in her

to dismember Phyllis' body.

So I looked into our one
suspect with the money motive,

Jack Flap is
about to default

on a $30,000 loan
that he took out

to pay for that new truck.

He paid if off
two days ago.
Okay.

So he sold off the ring
and he used that money

to pay off the loan.
If not,

that would be one Jiant
Jack Stack of a coincidence.

FUENTES:
These marks could just as easily

be from a meat cleaver.

HODGINS:
Yeah, but anyone

with a kitchen
could have a meat cleaver.

Well, wait a second,
what is this?

HODGINS:
What is it?

A scratch on the posterior
surface of the femur.

Considering the width, it seems
to be from a chain saw,

but it's so faint.

Could it be a hesitation mark?
Chain saws are so powerful

even just by
touching the bone

it would cause more
damage than this.

Well, all the more reason

to get back
to those chain saws.
Mmm.

If we could figure out
what type was used

this injury might
actually make sense.

(chain saws buzzing in distance)
The scratch on the femur
is confounding.

The width

and the unique
damage pattern

indicate that
it was made

with a chain saw,
but a tool

with that much power
would cause more damage.

Okay, let's see if we can
find a scenario that works.

Okay, what if the killer

only lightly touched the
bone with the chain saw?

No. A moving

chain saw creates an incision
that's deeper

than the one we found.

What if the chain saw wasn't on?

Okay.

No. The mark on the femur

indicates that the
chain was moving.
So it's not

from a chain saw that was on,
and it's not from a chain saw

that was off, but we know
it's from a chain saw.

Hopefully that's the last time
I say chain saw today.

Well, the chain was moving,
but the saw was off.

It's almost as if the chain

wrapped itself around
the circumference

of the bone.

(Fuentes exclaims)

FUENTES: Stop it.
HODGINS: That's not good.
Let me just see.

Stop it.
Let me just... let me see.

No, don't touch it because
then everybody... Ugh.

Oh, my God.

Is everything okay?
I'm fine.
Everything is fine.

Okay, can you
move your toes?
Uh-huh.

Good, now I can kill you.

What... For what?
For this little scratch?

What happened?

He was testing that saw
and then hit a hard spot.
Ah!

A bone, of sorts.

Yes, anyway,
the-the chain snapped,

it whipped around the log,
and then it clipped him.

Ouch.
Well, no, no, no, no.

No ouch, no. I mean,
it barely even hurts.

This is it.
This is what?

This must be what happened
to the victim's femur.

The scratch Rodolfo found
was from a chain saw chain.

It snapped off the holder
and therefore

wasn't going fast enough
to penetrate the bone.

So if the chain saw snapped...

Then the killer must have
a similar injury to Rodolfo.

It's not an injury.

Good work, Dr. Fuentes.
Any time.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna
look for hospital records.

(groans)
Oh, Aye dios mio,
y la virgin santo.

I didn't do anything.

No, you just stole
Phyllis' diamond ring

so you could pay
off your loan, right?

But she caught you,

and in doing so
you killed her,

and you still sold it off.
You can't prove that.

Oh, but we can prove
that you chopped up her body.

Why did you
check in

to the emergency room
last Tuesday night?

I, uh...

cut myself with
a kitchen knife.

Had to get a few stitches.

Your shin's a strange place

to cut yourself
with a kitchen knife.

Who said it was on my sh...
Checked out

your hospital records.
I wouldn't describe

22 stitches as, uh, "a few."

That cut is from a chain saw.

Almost certainly
from the one

you used to dismember
Phyllis' body.

Our lab is tearing apart
your truck right now.

It's only a matter of time

before we find Phyllis' DNA,

so why don't you come clean?

We were joking around
doing stupid pranks,

and she took it too far.
She took my truck.

The truck was all I had.

Okay, so-so you sold off
her engagement ring

to get back at her?

I heard her gabbing
on her phone

to her jeweler.

I just knew if I could get
that ring it was my chance

to pay off my debt.
She owed me.

But Phyllis caught you?

She was gonna
turn me into the cops

after everything she'd done.

I'm not sorry.

Without my truck,
my life was over anyway.

Cam, you got a minute?

Of course.
So...

I wanted to wait until the
case was over to tell you.

I found proof that Zach
didn't kill the lobbyist.

Okay. I'm not gonna ask
when you found time

to do this,
but what'd you find?

I was looking at
the lobbyist's rib.

I was with Dr. Brennan

when she analyzed that;
she found nothing.

Within one of
the stab wounds,

I found the microbial signature

of the killer, and it
is not a match for Zach.

But the chances of
a microbial signature

surviving this long
are infinitesimal.

Yeah, it had anthrax in it,

which is the only bacteria
that can survive this long.

That's very fortunate.
Right?

Can you believe that luck?

I'm trying to.

Wow, this is conclusive.

And yet you
don't seem excited.

Well, I'm...

just a little worried

that this is too good
to be true.

You think I planted evidence?

Look, we all know
that Zach is innocent,

and that it's not fair
that he's locked up,

so I can understand why

doing something like that
might be tempting.

I'm... I'm sorry,
but I...

can't look at evidence that
may have been tampered with.

Then toss it.

The radius is... 8.24 inches.

Okay, let's go Bones.

Let's hurry it up here.
We've been standing here

waiting for you
to do your stuff

for, like, 20 minutes.

Important to be
thorough, Booth.

What is the temperature of
the water in degrees, Celsius?

Cold.
Cold, freezing cold.

Let's go. Let's do this.
Okay, we're ready.

Come on, put
the stuff down.

Okay, do both husband
and wife understand

the terms of the agreement?
Oh, yes.

The winner gets to
teach Christine

how to ride the bike their way.

Which will be me because I've
just spent the last two days

learning the physics
of the sport.
And I've been spending

the last two days
enjoying the sport, huh?

Your hair looks beautiful today,
I must say.

It's gonna look that much better

when it gets all wet.

I hope your lack of scientific

strategy results
in you losing.
We'll work on that

trash talking later, okay?

Are the competitors ready?
Ready.

Ready.
On your mark...

get set...

roll!

Oh.
Whoa, all
right, huh?

(laughing)

Whoa. What are
you doing?

Lowering the
surface friction.
Oh really?

Lower this.
Oh.

Ineffective.
I control the torque.

You don't control
the torque, now, huh?

Jumping is not a
traditional move in this sport.

It's not? You didn't study that
one, huh? You didn't, huh?

Kind of, caught
you off guard?

My strategy can
accommodate that.

Whoa!
Whoa!

(splash)

What's that mean?

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