All language subtitles for Bones S02E14 - The Man in the Mansion [YIFY]

Do you have therapy today?

It's not therapy.

Well, you're seeing
a psychiatrist.

Not for therapy.

It's an official
evaluation, okay?

Person who found the body
is in the living room.

Great. Crime scene first, then
we talk to the witnesses.

Corpse is going to
be in the den. Thanks.

What is that?
What's what?

Your tie,
it's staid.

Staid?
Yeah, boring.

It looks like J. Edgar
Hoover picked it out.

Look, it's something
I'm working on, okay?

In therapy?

Gordon-Gordon says that the,
you know, the wild socks

and the fancy ties are all
just, you know, quiet rebellions

helping me suppress
other impulses.

Isn't that good?

You'd think so, right?

But you know, apparently,
all the other issues

have to just rise
to the top.

Why do you call your
psychiatrist Gordon-Gordon?

Because that's how he
introduces himself, you know.

"Hi. I'm Gordon.
Gordon Wyatt. "

Like James. James Bond.

Bond. James Bond.

Not James. Ja...
Jam... Whatever.

We're over here.

And you might want to tuck
your pants into your socks.

The flies get in
everywhere.

What, no cartoon characters
on the socks?

Never had cartoon characters
on the socks.

They were just...
Um... Never mind, okay?

What do we got here?

Three weeks decomp,
give or take.

Ah, the place
was tossed, huh?

No forced entry.

The victim is probably
the man of the house:

Terence Bancroft.

His wife Clarissa identified
the watch and wedding ring.

This isn't good for me.

Yeah, it's pretty gross.

No, not that.

There's too much soft tissue
for me to tell anything.

In fact, why am I

here at all?
The Bancroft family asked for us specifically.

What, they got some kind
of pull?

The Bancroft Wing
at the Jeffersonian?

60 million bucks will
buy a lot of goodwill.

Typical.

This dried crust
here at the mouth.

When the jugular's cut,
the air mixes with venous blood

and the negative pressure
causes an air embolism.

Death is very quick.

So just sit there
and stop complaining.

Bound.
Multiple stab wounds.

We need photos of
these spatter patterns.

Bet this statue is worth
more than my house.

You know, you should ask your
therapist about your issues

with rich people.

You're in therapy?

He's seen the socks.

The victim's
wife is in the kitchen.

I was, I was at the
vineyard for a month.

And Terry was supposed

to be at his fishing camp
in Idaho,

so the house
was closed up.

And you didn't try to contact
him at all during that time?

We spoke three weeks ago,

um, the day before
he was supposed to leave.

The cabin doesn't get
cell service.

I heard the officers talking
about a possible home invasion?

Definite possibility.

Well, Terry supports
a youth center

on the other side
of the Anacostia River.

Rough neighborhood, tough kids.

I was always afraid to go there,

but he said it was because
I didn't really know them.

Yeah. Listen, I'd like you
to put a list

of things together

that might have gone missing,

and give me a call.

Okay.

The Bancroft case?

Yeah.

Looks like a home-invasion
homicide, right?

Yes, I'm running
dental records now.

Cam is finishing up
the autopsy.

But Booth is pretty sure
it's Terry Bancroft?

Yes.

There was a lot
of insect activity.

Samples are
at your work station.

Also, the extension cord
used to tie him up

and everything that was
on top of his desk.

He was tied up?

His heart was perforated,

but there's no blood
in the thoracic cavity.

He was stabbed
after he was already dead.

What, what killed him?

His jugular was punctured.

Multiple stabs are congruent with
killers jacked on crystal meth

or just plain adrenaline.

Why kill him?

No sign of forced entry.
He probably knew his attackers.

We have a match.

Confirmed. Terence Bancroft.

He knew his killers.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yeah, absolutely.

I'll get on insect analysis
right away.

Hodgy?

Yeah? Hey.

Hi, good morning, Angela.

I have blood splatter
patterns on my computer,

if you need to match them
to anything you have here.

Uh, yeah, thanks. I'll
come take a look after

I get through with the
evidence from the desk.

You okay?
Mm-hmm, yeah.

Yeah?

Want to have
lunch later?

Okay, yeah.

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What? Do I get to play?

Uh, no, you will be cheering
and watching.

What fun is that?

I am a mad sagger.

I- I-I wear my shorts
very, very low.

You suck hugely
at being a girl.

Okay, okay,
anthropology, anthropology.

Oh, okay, think of it
as a social ritual

in which I impress you
with my manly prowess

during a game
of basketball.

You want
to impress me?

I'm traditional that way.

Why don't you just bonk me
on the head with a giant club?

I'd much prefer you came to the
game and ogled my butt crack.

You know, it's law enforcement
versus public defenders;

guys with pony tails
and love handles.

We're heavily favored.

So?

Hi, Clarissa.

Jack... I...

you heard
about Terry?

Can I come in?

Last time I saw you,
you didn't have a beard.

Yeah, last time you saw me,
I couldn't grow a beard.

I'm sorry about Terry.

It makes everything that
happened between us look...

Meaningless.

At least a lot less important
than it seemed at the time.

I got over
us, Clarissa.

Then how come it took Terry
getting murdered

for you to show up
at our door?

Where did you get this?

I work at the Jeffersonian
Institution.

I'm on the case.

They showed up
with the evidence.

I don't understand.

Why are you bringing it to me?

If my bosses were aware

that I knew the victim
or his wife,

they'd remove me from
the investigation,

and I would really like to help
catch whatever son of a...

murdered my friend.

So someone introduces us...

"Nice to meet you,
Ms. Bancroft.

"And you, too,

Dr. Hodgins. "

Got it.

Jack?

Terry and I were...

...having some marital problems,

but we were
getting through it.

That's going to make me
a suspect, isn't it?

I can't talk about it, Clarissa.

Terry-

man, we're really gonna miss
that guy around this place.

Foot the bill
for this place?

Oh, you know, he was more
than a checkbook.

I mean, Terry, he took
a personal interest.

How personal?

Don't even go there,
man, all right?

Terry, he was one
of the good guys.

These kids are
pretty hardcore, huh?

Oh yeah, yeah, you know, drugs,
gangs, violence.

Any recent arguments
or incidents?

Well, apparently
the night before Terry was gonna

head up to his cabin, he caught a
kid with a couple pounds of heroin.

A couple pounds?

The kid was a mule.

Yeah, he was running deliveries
to Baltimore on the bus.

Did you see
Bancroft

take the drugs from the kid?

No.

How about any of these kids,
did they see it?

Sure, yeah, you know,
until you ask 'em,

and then nobody saw nothing.

Well, did Bancroft call
the police?

Oh, man, come on. We did that,
no kid would ever

set foot back
in this place.

Huh. Then what, huh?

Flushed it down the toilet?

No, no, it's not
like that.

I mean, Terry,

he would always deliver
whatever he snagged to the cops.

Otherwise, the supplier would
think they would get ripped off

and then the mule
ends up dead.

So this... is
Julio Diaz' locker.

Oh, blood on the kid's
sweatshirt.

No, no, Julio would never
kill anybody.

I mean, he might deliver drugs,
but he really liked Terry.

Maybe Julio's supplier?

When was the last time
Julio was here?

The day Terry took the heroin.

All right, look,
if it wasn't for Terry Bancroft,

this place wouldn't exist.

Come on. I need
one witness who saw Terry

take the dope from Julio Diaz.
Just one.

Sorry, man.

What is not to like?

Go watch Sully play
basketball.

He still hasn't made
a move on me.

How many times
have you gone out?

Four or six, depending on
how you define "go out. "

Right. Bumping into
each other at the diner

does not count
as going out.

Four. There along the
interior cervical vertebrae.

Is that shadow a glitch?

I don't do glitches.

Four, huh?

So the question is

is this Sully damaged goods

or is he just
very respectful?

Those are my choices?

Damaged goods, you run away,

very respectful,
you hang in.

I should just make
the first move.

No, Brennan!

For once can you just pretend
that you're the girl?

Why is everyone so anxious
for me to be a girl?

Listen, go to the basketball
game, let him show off for you,

and see what happens.

I don't know.
It sounds so passive.

Now you've got it.

You just don't get it.

What?

I'm asking for guy advice,

you are a guy.

What's not to get?
First of all,

guys, they don't ask for advice
and secondly,

I'm not going to help you get
my partner into bed. Why not?

It's not like you want her.

Unless...

Do you want her?

Nah, come on, huh?
Bones is, you know...

she's my partner.
Oh...

That is why you need psychiatric
treatment, because you

have the hots
for your partner.

I'm not in psychiatric
treatment.

Okay? It's an evaluation.

Big difference.

I can tell that Brennan
is the go-slow type,

but you gotta help
me out on how slow,

because too slow is
worse than not slow enough.

Agent Booth?
Yeah?

District cops got a
kid matching your APB down at the morgue.

John Doe number120806, male,

approximately
14 years old.

His body was found

under the Anacostia Bridge
on the sixth.

That was almost 20 days ago.

I- I-I think
that's Julio.

That's definitely his
gold chain, for sure.

Cause of death?

Single gunshot wound
to the back of the head.

Execution style.

Yeah, if, uh...

if Terry hadn't gotten the drugs
to the cops,

the supplier would've
come after Julio.

Terry Bancroft got killed
for that heroin.

Dr. Brennan saw a
shadow on the x-rays.

I removed the tissue
from the bones

and found a fungus.
Not odd.

If you were decomposing
for three weeks,

you'd probably work
up a fungus or two as well.

The interior cervical vertebrae.

Spell it out, bone-boy.

The jugular was cut

and the blood pooled here.

He was lying on his back
for several hours.

Anything new?

Yes.

The victim was killed

by the puncturing
of his jugular,

left lying there
for several hours,

then the murderer came back.

Forced the body into his chair.

And stabbed him
14 more times.

Oh, to make it look
like a home invasion.

The blood on Julio's
sweatshirt

found in the locker was
definitely Bancroft's.

Well, that doesn't
make sense.

Bancroft confiscates
the kid's dope,

kid runs to the supplier,

they go to Bancroft's place,

scare him into telling them
where the dope is, then kill him.

Only that doesn't scan.
I mean, why murder the kid?

'Cause he was there.
'Cause he cried.

'Cause he blew his nose
on a red hankie.

They don't need much reason.
Well, I don't like it.

Doesn't mean it's not true.

Calliphora vomitoria.

Prepupal stage
of the third instar.

Does that give us
a postmortem interval?

18.5 days.

Whoa, whoa, you can be that
accurate from flies?

DOJ Forensics has new
statistical models

of maggot growth to pinpoint
death within a six-hour window.

Hmm. Then I was right.

About what?
Julio Diaz

was killed 20 days ago.

18.5 days ago is after

his body was found.

Then how did Bancroft's blood

get on Julio's sweatshirt?

Julio Diaz was dead
under that bridge.

Peanut! Peanut!

Sully's looking good.
Hot.

You know,
Scotty says Sully

won't shower
with the other guys.

That guy's got some
kind of an issue.

Guys only got one
kind of issue, girl.

Then I guess we know
why they call him Peanut.

Ah, in point of fact,
it is therapy.

What? No. No, it's not.
It's an evaluation.

No, I've already
certified you

as fit to carry a gun
and go back to work.

Okay, then why
are we meeting?

Well, because you
discharged your weapon

at an ice cream truck.

My provisional certification

of your mental health
only holds

as long as you
continue to meet with me.

Great. For how long?

Till I'm satisfied
that you won't start

firing at confectioners again.

What's your objection
to therapy?

You know what, Doc?
I am not the kind of guy

who's got anything to hide.

Do you know I often find
that when people declare

what they are not, it almost
invariably turns out

that's precisely what they are.

Great. Then you know what?

No more declarations for me.

You do know what
you just said is,

in fact, the very avatar

of a declaration?
Avatar?

That's great. Can I get
a cup of coffee and a, uh...

Tea, please.
Tea.

Let me ask you a question, Doc.

Why is it that every time
you introduce yourself

you always say
your name twice huh?

"Hello, my
name is Gordon, Gordon Wyatt. "

Well, now you're simply
lashing out, aren't you?

Why don't we talk about

the case you're working
on at the moment? What?

Well, I am trained as a forensic
psychiatrist. I might be able to help.

Okay, fine. Great.

I have a dead rich guy,
works with at-risk youth,

gets brutally murdered
after confiscating

a couple pounds of heroin

from one of his kids.

Interesting the
first word you used

to describe him is "rich".

Ah, second.
First description was "dead".

Why do you think you have a
problem with wealthy people?

This case, a perfect example.

This guy, he makes up
his own rules.

What's that word that you used?

Entitled.
Yeah, entitled.

That's what got him killed.

Now did this rich guy,
by any chance, have a wife?

Oh, what, are we
changing the subject now?

And does the rich guy's
wife have a lover?

I just told you.

The murder has to do
with the heroin.

The boy the victim
took the heroin from

also turned up murdered.

And is this boy from
a modest background?

Doesn't get any modester.

So is there any
chance that you would

rather catch the boy's murderer

than the wealthy
fellow's murderer,

so you have decided that
they are one and the same?

Any chance that you've
based this assumption

purely on your bias against
rich, entitled people?

You know what?

I did the belt buckle,
I did the tie, I did the socks,

what else do you want from me?

What would you say if I told you

that my name actually
is Gordon Gordon Wyatt?

That my first
and middle names

are the same?

Yeah, baby!
See you there?

I'll see you at the restaurant. Okay.

I'll go get Scotty.

So, you ready to go?

Don't you want
to take a shower?

Eh, I don't sweat that much.

Won't you be uncomfortable
at the restaurant?

It's a skuzzy bar.

I'll be one of the best
smelling things there.

Next to you, of course.

You played very well.

Thank you.

In fact, you
were the best.

See, that's why
I wanted you to come.

You know, to be impressed.

It was an impressive
display of manhood.

Well, thank you.

Athletics as an
analog for battle.

In effect, you were
a warrior tonight.

Wow. You really were impressed.

There are quite a number
of ways that men judge

their relative maleness

with respect to other men. Uh-huh.

Muscles.

Income. Cars.

Attractive mates.
Tolerance to alcohol.

Hair loss. And, of course,
the size of the sexual organ.

Oh...

save something for us
to discuss at dinner.

Well... women don't
care about that.

Dinner? Or-Or hair loss?

The size of
the sexual organ.

Ours or yours?

Penis size only matters
to other males.

See, I was hoping you'd
comment on how I shut down

the other team's offense.

Well, their offense wasn't
really all that good.

Oh, you know how
to hurt a guy.

It's not a bad thing.
I like it.

A little sauce, a little zing.

Okay, the flake
on the trachea was India Ink.

It came from this.

It's a scrimshawed
letter opener.

Wiped clean, but there are still

minute traces
of Terence Bancroft's

blood in the etchings.

I need to pull
a little con on the wife.

Your wife?
No, the victim's wife.

Why?

To find out if she was
cheating on her husband.

I thought the murder
was because of the heroin.

Well, it is,
but, you know,

I need you
to come along and, you know,

collect some dust
or pollen or seeds

or whatever the hell
it is you do

so I can get in and figure out

if she's got
anything to hide.

How will you do that?

Oh, got my ways. Come on.

Wow, you know,
I'm really busy here

with the murder weapon.

Plus, you found a fiber
in the victim's throat.

It's actually muskrat.

Muskrat, hey, that's a perfect
cover. We'll go to the mansion,

you go inside and look for anything
made out of muskrat. Come on.

Why are you dragging
your feet? Let's go.

I'll... I'll get my kit.

Yeah, get your kit.

Good evening, Ms. Bancroft.

This is, uh... Dr. Hodgins

from the Jeffersonian.

I was wondering if...
Very pleased to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Hodgins.
Clarissa Bancroft.

Dr. Hodgins, uh, needs
to take a look

inside in the den,
if that's all right.

Uh, what are you looking for?

Muskrat.

How long will
Dr. Hodgins be in there?

Well, you know, a homicide
investigation

is pretty invasive.

The family and the victim,they lose all their privacy.

I understand.

Do you?

Because, uh... it's inevitable

that we find out everything.

What kind of doctor is Jack?

Bugs. Slime.

There's fancier names,

but that's about it.

You know, don't you?

You know that I
had an affair.

It's best you tell me
everything.

It ended three months ago.

Terry and I were
working through it.

Separate vacations?

I didn't say it
wasn't difficult.

You can love someone
and still hurt them.

You need his name?

Yeah.
Leland Oliver.

He's our financial
consultant.

If you'd divorced
your husband...

I would've gotten,
at most, half

of his money.
This way, I get it all.

Leland knew that
better than anyone.

That's exactly why

I didn't say
anything earlier.

How did you know Dr. Hodgins'

first name?

You introduced us.

I never said his first name.

Just tell him, Clarissa.

All right, look,
I'm sorry.

But it doesn't
change anything.

Hey, this is not a problem.

Not a problem?
Not a problem, huh?

I ought to arrest you
for tampering with evidence.

This goes to trial,
you're in Ibiza

or Antarctica on vacation.

Start looking for another job.

Hodgins, what is the
significance of the muskrat fur?

Yeah, Hodgins, what is the
significance of the muskrat fur?

Muskrats have an under
layer of fur;

the outer layer is coarse hair.

This is muskrat hair.

Fur, hair...

I doubt our victim's jugular
was cut by a muskrat.

Is there something going on?

You want to tell them?

The muskrat hair was colored
with a new dye

that's just been
patented

by a menswear
company in Canada.

So the murderer was dressed
in one of these jackets?

Wait a second...

That one.

The leather bomber
with muskrat liner.

That's the one
Robert Fraiser was wearing.

The director of the youth
drop-in center.

Then we have our murderer.

Good job, Hodgins.

Not "Good job, Hodgins. "

He might have blown
the whole case.

I told him it is not a problem.

What happened?

I don't care what he does
in his time off,

but when he screws
around with evidence

to get in the pants
of an old girlfriend

on one of my murder cases,

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I already got no proof

how the victim got
hold of that heroin.

Now you're saying I can't
put Hodgins on the stand? Why?

You don't want to know
the answer to that.

Why doesn't
she want to know?

As the prosecutor in this case,

I'm obliged to share everything
I know with the defense.

Just because Clarissa Bancroft
and I...

Whoa.

Good night.

Did you not hear
what she just said?

There are some things
she can't know.

Clarissa and I were engaged.

She and Terry

started something up and...

it unfolded the way
those things do.

I haven't contacted or heard from
either of them in eight years.

Then Terry got killed...

And like every other rich guy
in the world,

you decided the rules just
didn't apply to you.

Hey, the guy used
to be my friend,

all right?
And Clarissa...

You tampered with evidence.

The glass and frame
were evidence.

The photograph
I removed was not.

I wanted
to work Terry's murder.

Obviously,
you're off the case.

He should be off the job.

That is not your decision,
Booth.

I apologize.

I will deal with this
however you see fit.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

my good friend, Mr. Barron, is
going to give you a long speech

about what
"reasonable doubt" is.

He's mostly going to be right.

But facts are facts,
ladies and gentlemen,

and the fact is
Mr. Robert Fraiser

killed Mr. Terence Bancroft

for a few pounds of heroin.

They've got anthropologists
and psychiatrists

and particulate experts

and blood experts,

the whole weight of the
Jeffersonian Institution,

all interpreting the facts

for you.

And I stress the
word "interpret".

Because you, as the jury,

are the arbiters
of common sense

that gets lost in
all the science.

Would you describe how
the victim was killed?

Mr. Bancroft died
when a sharp instrument

was thrust into his jugular.

This is a dried fleck

of India ink left in the
victim's trachea.

It matches the ink
on a scrimshaw

letter opener the FBI
found at the scene.

Postmortem, the vicious attack
on the victim continued.

Objection. Categorization
of the attack as "vicious"

is prejudicial.

14 times a man was stabbed.

How many stabs does it take
to be vicious, exactly?

Sustained.

Using a 2-D image
from a stereomicroscope,

I was able to create
a three-dimensional model.

These kerf marks are congruent
with a double-edged blade,

one side serrated,
the other not.

Yeah, that's the knife
we found in the toolbox

in Robert Frasier's truck.

That would explain the prints
found by the FBI forensics lab?

It would explain the prints,
but not the victim's blood.

Yeah, this is the jacket
Robert Frasier was wearing

at the time of his arrest.

The hair on the left came
from the victim's larynx,

the hair on the right
came from the jacket.

And they came from
the same jacket?

They came from the same muskrat.

How did this hair get
into the victim's larynx?

The larynx and the trachea were
both punctured

by the murder weapon.

And that was most
logically achieved

by the murderer approaching

the victim from behind,

putting a choke hold on him,

and plunging the murder weapon

into his throat.

In doing so, the murderer
inadvertently stabbed

through his own jacket,

thus depositing
the muskrat hair

in the victim's throat.

Let the record show
that that witness

is wiggling his finger
through the jacket

in a very convincing manner.

Objection to the use of the
phrase "very convincing manner. "

Sustained.

Why?

Why what?

Why was
Terence Bancroft killed?

Did you discover
a motive, Agent Booth?

I need five minutes,
Your Honor.

Look, man, I saw Terry
take the dope from Julio.

I don't see how that's going
to help burn Frasier, though.

It's called chain of evidence.

It'll help, okay? Trust me.

I'll say what I saw.

Terry was a good man.

So are you.

Come on, let's go.

Terry was, like,
"Open that bag, Julio. "

What did Julio do?

He just stood there.

Terry went over, took the bag
from him.

He opened it up-

it was packed with pounds
of blast.

Tell the jury
what that means.

Heroin.

At least two bricks.

And like, everybody knows
what happens

if Terry catches you holding-

you get sent out
for 72 hours.

And the drugs?

Straight to the police.

You believe Robert Frasier

killed Terence Bancroft
for that heroin?

Yes. Robert Frasier turned out
to be a junkie.

That's why he wore
that jacket all the time.

Objection. Assuming
facts not in evidence.

What do you mean?

The defendant has every
needle disease in the book

except HIV.

Same objection.

Plus, Ms. Julian seems
to deeply desire

to testify herself.

Yes, I would like
to testify,

because then I'd know
what answers I was getting.

All right, settle down.

This is a murder trial,

not a night
at the Improv.

The victim was killed and left
for between ten and 15 hours.

The murderer returned
and forced him into the chair.

This is also when
he was stabbed 14 times.

That ten to 15 hours gave
the murderer time

to soak Julia Diaz' sweatshirt
in the victim's blood,

in order to put
the blame on either Mr. Diaz

or the drug suppliers.

But you do not believe that
the defendant killed the boy.

No, but he might
as well have.

Objection!

I'll hear it.

Terence Bancroft intended
to give that heroin

to the police, in order

to keep Julio Diaz square
with his suppliers.

Thank you.

Julio Diaz was 14 years old.

Your Honor...

The prosecution apologizes,

Your Honor.

And rests.

Wait.

You still haven't slept
together?

I know the
problem.

His religious upbringing?

His penis.

What's wrong with it?

Apparently,
it's small.

Oh...

Oh, well,
that maybe explains

why he hasn't made
any moves on you yet.

He's insecure.

So, I should make the
first move, right?

Yeah.

Take Sully
for a little test drive.

Maybe he's got
unlimited mileage.

That'll make up for the
fact that he's a subcompact.

Hey, Doc,

what we're doing here, would
that be considered therapy?

Oh, absolutely, especially as I'm about
to inquire whether you've experienced

any outbursts of temper
since I requested

you alter
your dress code.

Yeah, one of the, uh,
the squints- Hodgins-

decided the rules, they
didn't apply to him.

He got entitled

and jeopardized my murder case.

Ah, and you confronted him
physically?

Physical confrontation-
that's my main skill.

Entitled, you said.

Is he a wealthy man?

Yeah, like the guy
who got killed.

The murder victim

who... he tried to help a child
and then died for it?

And your...

squint?
Yeah, squint.

Extraordinary.

Your squint tried
to help a friend?

So they both endeavored
to do good.

With no clue
of the way things are.

The way things are as defined
by a working-class lad

from Pittsburgh.

That's right.

Pittsburgh,

where I'm from,
all right, from the streets

where you get a sense
of how the world really is.

Yes, I'm sure that's true,
but has it occurred to you

that without the distortion
of reality provided

by a privileged upbringing,

there'd be no such thing
as the Sistine Chapel,

the Taj Mahal or Three
Rivers Stadium,

home of your
beloved Steelers?

Three Rivers Stadium
was demolished in 2000.

It really was a great place,
though. I mean, that Lambert...

No doubt. The point is...

you rebel in your way,
your friend rebels in his.

We, all of us,

have to overcome
our upbringings,

rich and poor alike.

You know what?

I'm going to ask you
to go back to your bilious socks

and your ostentatious ties

and your provocative
belt buckles.

Oh, you're saying
if I wear flashy socks,

I'm gonna forgive Hodgins?

I'm not sure I'm that good,
but, well, perhaps I am, hmm.

Oh, hey, Doc,
Doc, Doc, uh...

W- Why is it that the,
uh, the belt buckle is provocative?

Oh, it's a
modern-day codpiece.

It forces the eye to the groin.

What process was used

to match the India ink
on the letter opener

with the flake
in the victim's trachea?

Hydropneumatic elutriation.

Which involves dissolving the
sample in a solution, correct?

Yes.

Essentially destroying it?

Yes.

And how was the muskrat hair
processed?

Liquid chromatograph
mass spectrometry.

And did you perform this test
personally, Dr. Saroyan?

No, it was done by a specialist
at the Jeffersonian.

And who might that be?

Dr. Jack Hodgins.

The same man who used
flies to estimate the time of death?

Yes.

The same Dr. Jack Hodgins
who was once engaged

to the victim's wife,
Clarissa Bancroft?

Objection!
Assumes facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Quite right, Your Honor.

The defense calls Dr. Jack Hodgins to the stand,

after which, we will be moving
for a dismissal of all charges.

? they found out about

Hodgins and
Clarissa Bancroft?

That's a classic
defense move.

You just check out
the wife for motive,

run through the ex-lovers.

Well, the judge didn't
dismiss the case,

which is a miracle.

"Better you don't
know, Caroline. "

I figured it was
something small like a typo

in a search
warrant but, no,

turns out Hodgins had motive
to kill the man himself.

Eight years ago,
maybe, but not now.

I've got Angela.

Hello. If I might continue.

The judge has
allowed you 24 hours

to come up with
additional evidence

that has never
been seen,

heard, smelled,
touched

or considered by Dr. Hodgins.

24 hours.

Hodgins was all over
this case.

We need something
brand-new,

or something that
Hodgins didn't touch.

Both weapons,
blood spatter evidence...

Trace evidence from the scene,
the heroin, the sweatshirt.

I mean,
we've covered it all.

The answer is here,
in front of us,

just like always.

The fungus.

What fungus?

The fungus Zack found along

the interior
cervical vertebrae.

Typical cadaver mold.

Let's have it
identified.

That would usually
be Hodgins' job.

Not this time.

It's my letter
of resignation.

Your science was
dead-on perfect.

That's all I care about.

I don't need your resignation.

He didn't actually
tamper with evidence.

Dr. Hodgins endangered a case

by hiding his relationship
with a suspect.

I'm saving Dr. Saroyan
the trouble of firing me.

Well, how much trouble is it?

"You're fired!"

That's no
trouble at all.

A child
could do it.

I appreciate it.

So we all agree
it's aspergillus?

But there are 185 strains of aspergillus.

Clavatus?

Glaucus? Flavus?

And they all look
totally alike to me.

No, no, these two are different.

I don't see it.

Well, they're both... puddly.

Puddly?

Well, by "puddly" I mean

the hyphae are septate and
hyaline and the conidiophores

originate from
the basal foot cell

located on
the supporting hyphae

and terminate
in a vesicle.

Aspergillus ustus.

You found it.

Exactly how much time

have you been spending
with Hodgins?

Pie good?

I quit.

Handed in my
letter to Cam.

Idiot.

Should've got fired.

Now... no severance package.

I figure, a guy like you,

I resign, that puts
things right between us.

Do we need to
discuss it past that?

What are we... girls?

Piece of pie for my friend.

I will remind the jury that they
have heard previous testimony

from Dr. Clifford Lonsdale,

a clinical expert
in drug addiction.

Why should the jury care about
some Latin infections?

We found a fungus on the victim

called Aspergillus ustus.

Is that not very common?

The fungus in the victim
matches exactly

the strain Dr. Lonsdale found
in the defendant.

What are the chances
of that occurring?

Incalculable.

Which is something
I've never said before.

Ms. Montenegro,
how did this happen?

When the defendant punctured
the victim's jugular,

he nicked himself.

Thus introducing the bacteria

directly into
the victim's blood stream.

The fungus developed only

where blood from
the fatal stab pooled.

Here, along the spinal cord.

It did not spread
throughout the body.

Which means?

That only Mr. Fraiser
could have infected the victim

and only within moments
of the victim's death.

And who found this fungus?

Dr. Zack Addy.

And who identified it?

Ms. Angela Montenegro.

And who realized
the significance of it?

I did.

Dr. Jack Hodgins
participated

in no way whatsoever?

Objection!

The implication is offensive.

That objection has no standing
in law, Ms. Julian.

The witness will answer.

Despite the fact
that I have absolute faith

in Dr. Hodgins' integrity
and objectivity,

in this instance,
he was not involved.

Then the evidence stands.

I don't see how
they can do that.

Who?
Lawyers.

Do what?

Be all friendly.

The only people lawyers like

are other lawyers.

Well, they were married.

Well, they have a daughter,
second year at M.I.T.

Does anyone else
see the irony here?

Listen up, you people.

The verdict is going to
come down any minute.

Maybe we'll win,
maybe we'll lose,

but this I do know.

You people have got to get your
sand together, you hear me?

Booth and you scientist-
android brainiacs,

you got something
very special here.

But you are losing it-

dropping serial killers off balconies

and blabbing suspects' names

to vengeful fathers,

cutting into heads
before their times,

getting poisoned,

getting blown up because you go grabbing for things
you shouldn't ought,

taking photographs from frames,

getting a perfectly good car
smashed to bits

for no good reason!

Get it together!

Start using
your oversized heads.

This is the
real world.

Now... I know

bug man here handed
in his resignation.

My official Justice Department
recommendation is the following:

we win the case, he
gets his job back.

We lose,

Booth shoots him.

The jury's returned
with a verdict.

Okay, let's go face the music.

Will the defendant please rise?

Madame Foreperson,
please read the verdict.

We, the jury, find
the defendant

guilty.

This court is adjourned.

You look happy.

Uh-huh.

You look really happy.

You made the first move.

You told me
I should.

How was it?

I mean, I don't mean "it. "

No, no, I do.
I mean "it. "

I discovered something
very interesting

about cops
and nicknames.

Anthropologically
interesting?

Anatomically interesting.

They call the
bald guy "Curly"

and the fat guy "Tiny. "

It's ironic.

So when they call Sully
"Peanut"...

He doesn't like to shower
with the other guys

because he
diverges from

the quantifiable
morphological norm.

What?
What's that mean?

Stands out from a crowd.

Do you have a nickname, Booth?

Something the other
cops call you.

Why? What have you heard?

Congrats, Brennan.

Wow.

Those socks,
those are

amazing.
That's right.

The socks, the tie, the belt
buckle- all escape valves

for my
socioeconomic rage.

I hate psychology.

Well, you know, they help me
deal with the day-to-day

irritations of dealing with
people that are more privileged.

I slept with Sully last night.

Oh, I thought you already...

No.

Last night.

Oh, it's really
none of my business.

Except we're partners.

Yeah, there's that.

And you told me
about your socks.

Sex, socks- pretty much
the same word.

Do we have a case,
or are you just visiting?

Yeah, I'll fill
you in on the way.

It's messy.

Better get some protection.

Let me get my gum boots.

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