All language subtitles for Bones S03E04 - The Secret in the Soil [YIFY]

Okay, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.

Together. A little closer.

Okay, yeah, that's perfect.

Beautiful.

Now keeping your back straight,
I want you each to lean forward.

No.

- Excuse me?
- Come on, Booth.

I'm sure this is one of those
meaningless exercises

meant to illustrate the importance
of supporting each other.

We agreed to see another therapist,

not be action figures for a 12-year-old.

I'm 22, Agent Booth.

I have a doctorate in psychology
from the University of Pennsylvania,

where my dissertation on the effects
of job stress was published.

That's great. I'm sure mom
is really proud of you, Sweets.

Dr. Sweets, or Lance, you know,

if you're more comfortable
with informality,

but I'd prefer, out of respect
for each other

and the process of psychotherapy,
that we at least try to,

Sign the forms so I can get
out of this suit

and I could have a Saturday night.

I don't care how young you are.

I've never believed in psychotherapy.

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan,
this isn't a game.

The FBI is considering severing
your partnership.

- What?
- Why?

Why?

Dude, you arrested her father.

He was just doing his job.

but come on, he, like,

he arrested your father.

He's going to have
to be a witness against him.

Circumstances such as these tend to
stir up lots of scary feelings.

I don't have scary feelings.

Maybe you need a little
night-light at night to sleep.

Agent Booth, you've been trying
to intimidate me

since the moment you stepped in here.

- And you've succeeded.
- Don't...

scare the boy, Booth.

Now, I need you both to...

fill out these questionnaires

and get'em back to me.

Don't share your anwsers

It'll help me evaluate whether
Dr. Brennan's services

should be assigned to a new agent.

That's not gonna happen.

Like it or not, agent Booth, I'm the
therapist in charge of this case,

so I suggest that we work in cooperation

rather than conflict.

I can cooperate.

Good.

Agent Booth?

I'm still going to call you Sweets.

Yep.

- It's some kind of personality test.
- I can't believe he gave us homework.

You know, probably his.

What kind of kid works
on a Saturday night?

That's my fault. I told him I wasn't
available during the week.

Why'd you go and do that?
I had seats right behind the dugout.

Booth.

Don't look on my paper.

Okay, yeah, got it.

There's only one thing more fun than
a therapy on a Saturday night

and that's a dead body.

Look at all the cars.

I thought the VA hospital was closed.

It is, Bones, but I mean, come on.

It's the week-end, right?

An abandoned building surrounded
by acres of secluded land.

Use your imagination.

Teenagers, hormones.

You're saying they're here to fornicate.

Yes.

Nice image, very, uh, biblical.

These two were on their way to a
romantic encounter under the stars

and literally tripped over the remains.

I'm guessing that killed the mood.

I've got patchy tissue.

But this level of decomp...

pushes things into your territory.
I haven't touched it yet.

Definitely not homeless, nice watch,

good shoes, at least what's
left of them.

Male, middle-aged.

Levels of decomp would suggest
he's been out here a few weeks,

- but...
- I don't get it.

Kids coming here every night
and they're just noticing him now...

- Dumped at the top of the hill?
- He rolled out.

Would explain the amount of fresh
mud and leaves on the body.

These bones are still greasy.

Did you take an internal temperature?

With this degree of decomp,
why would it matter?

Maybe he hasn't been dead
as long as he looks.

The body is still radiating
a lot of heat.

Wow, you're not kidding.

We used to use the local golf course.

I remember taking Mary Ann Milano
to the ninth hole sand trap.

She had long hair all the way back to...

You are so gonna regret
telling this story.

Okay, now what do you got?

127 degrees?

Wow, that's really not normal.

No, that's way past really not normal.

You're saying that before
the body was dumped it was...

- Cooked.
- Cooked?

Cooked.

Bones S03E04
"The secret in the soil"

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Has it occurred to either of you
that this might be another victim

in the Widow's Son case?

Based on what?

Because the victim was cooked
like an entry,

Sounds like that guy in Germany.

There's no evidence
here to suggest cannibalism...

- no bite marks.
- No condiments.

We have a bullet hole in
the sternum, Dr. Brennan.

What guy in Germany?

He ran a computer ad online,

said he was looking for someone to eat.

There's an excessive amount of mud
and debris from the dump site.

It makes it difficult to get
a clear view of the injury.

Tell me about it.

I have to separate and
distinguish particulates

and insects from the body's
original location.

People actually replied to the ad?

Guy ended up feasting
on a computer engineer.

That's extremely disturbing.

Well, hello, my exotic princess.

What a charmingly inappropriate
greeting, Dr. Hodgins.

I think he's talking to a bug.

Well, now I feel a bit... rejected.

Looks like something
from the Nitidulidae family.

Where did you come from,
you gorgeous creature?

Do you have any friends?

Boy, he melted like ice cream
on a hot summer day.

So when do I get my turn with him?

We should be finished within 20 minutes.

Excellent.

I'm finding a large
concentration of bristletails

and harvester ants dead
by the victim's feet.

That is odd.

The guy was cooked, Hodgins.

Odd is kind of a relative term.

Angela called. She wanted me to...

- Hey, is that the test from Dr. Sweets?
- Yes.

What'd you put for number seven?

Because I put 12 to 15 times
a day, and now I'm thinking

I really misunderstood the question.

We're not supposed to discuss
our answers.

The teacher's not in the room,
let me see.

- Is this how you got through school?
- No

Maybe algebra, but...

Hey, Booth, I got your I.D.

Franklin Curtis, age 54.

His wife Margie reported him
missing yesterday.

Augusta county.

He was rich.

Founder of the Natural Sun
organic supermarket chain.

There's one near my apartment.

Excellent selection of local produce.

Totally overpriced.

A carrot is a carrot.

It's worth it.

Organic, there's no pesticides.

It's from sustainable farms.

Every time that I buy something
there, I feel so virtuous.

Guy started off with a single
roadside produce stand,

which he grew into a nationwide
supermarket chain.

An organic capitalist.

Ambition like that is bound
to create a few enemies.

I tested fabric samples from
the victim's pants

They were covered with chloropicrin.

Why the pinchy face, Bones?

Franklin Curtis built his whole career

on organic produce and chloropicrin...

Is a pesticide.

I was at a yoga retreat
with my daughter.

When Frank didn't answer
the phone, I got worried.

Here, Mom.

Ignatia Amara.

It's a homeopathic remedy for grief.

When we came home, there was a cup of
herbal tea on the counter

as if he'd just...

stepped out for a moment.

I noticed the fields as we drove in.

You still operate the farm?

No matter how big the business got,

Dad always wanted
to remember how it all started.

Your farm, it's...

certified organic, correct?

No pesticides besides natural predators?

Of course.

Your husband, was he having
any personal problems,

recent arguments?
No, everybody loved Frank.

Mom.

Your dad was a wonderful man.

My dad was kind of obsessed.

He'd pressure conventional
farmers to go organic.

"Pressure" makes it sound so...

He was an extremely generous man.

He offered to support them

financially, while they made
the transition.

What if a farmer didn't want to switch?

Dad would turn things
over to his lawyers.

They'd find some legal loophole.

Property taxes, zoning, who knows?

Eventually Dad would just buy them out.

And he'd force people off their land.

I see.

Any farmers he was trying to convert?

Yeah, M... Harding?

Something I can help you with?

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. This is
my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions about Franklin Curtis.

You can tell that son of
a bitch that the only crop

that will ever grow in
this land is tobacco.

I don't give a crap

how many suits he sends
over here to scare me.

He didn't send us, Mr Harding.
Franklin Curtis is dead.

Well, I wish I could muster up
some remorse.

No love lost between
the two of you, I see.

The man was trying
to kick me off of my own land.

My family has been on this farm
for over 150 years.

Tobacco built this country, yet these

self-righteous eco-hippies
have the nerve

to look down their nose at us.

Did you see Frank last Thursday?

N-Not that I can recall. Really?

Because Virginia Pesticide Control
Board reports that you registered

an application of chloropicrin
to your field last Thursday,

the same day Frank disappeared. So?

It's a fumigant insecticide.
It's perfectly legal.

It was all over Frank's clothing.

All... over.

Okay, he did come over.

He said he was giving me one last chance

before he started playing dirty.

I was spraying the fields.

I may have accidentally aimed
the chem hose at him.

- Accidentally.
- I swear I wasn't trying to hurt him.

I just wanted him off my property.

You understand?

Who the hell was he to
take my land from me?

I'm just saying the guy had a point.

If pesticides are so bad for us,

then how come people live
longer now than they did

before they used pesticides?

You're over-simplifying

an enormously complex issue.

Meaning you don't have a good answer.

The arguments in favor
of organic farming

aren't just about food safety.

They're about prevention
of soil erosion,

protection of water quality,

carbon emissions from shipping,
not to mention...

Whatever, you're not gonna see me
paying four dollars for a tomato.

You know, a researcher at the University
of Florida proved that

alligators who swim in pesticide
contaminated waters

have smaller genitalia than their
clean-water counterparts.

No way.

Way.

See? Right there.

There's some kind of pattern on what's
left of the skin tissue.

I'm hoping a more artistic eye
than mine can make sense of it.

Regular circular shapes, cross-hatching,
I'd say button marks.

Like buttons from the victim's shirt

were pressed into his flesh
while he decomposed.

Yes, that's exactly what they are.

Glad to help.

Here's the thing, though.

Our victim's clothing
doesn't have any buttons.

Yeah, in this whole
environmental footprint thing,

right, I mean, why shouldn't
I leave a footprint?

I'm here, right?

Hey, why should I have fewer
rights than any other species?

Hey, Bones, you know we're
having a lively discussion here.

Tobacco has to be cured.

Yeah, I know, and it kills you.

We're on the same side with that one.

Curing at tobacco farms
is done in curing barns,

using indirect fired burners.

Oh, so if Frank's body were
in Harding's curing barn,

that would explain how it got cooked.

Brennan.

That should be enough
to get a warrant to search the farm.

There's what?

Skin slippage.

Our victim was pressed up
against another body

and during whatever heating
process the two went through,

the second corpse's tissue

basically melted onto our victim.

Thanks.

What, we got big news
from the nerd posse?

When we search the tobacco farm,

we'll be looking
for more than the murder site.

We'll be looking for a second victim.

- I'm making lemonade.
- Lemonade!

It's awful hot today.

It's an intrusion, Elizabeth,
not a garden party.

Agent Booth, ma'am.

Elizabeth Harding. Pleasure to meet you.

Listen, we won't be any longer
than we have to.

Shame about M... Curtis.

Uh, we don't have
to talk to them, Elizabeth.

Don't mind M. Grouchy.

Did you know Mr. Curtis personally?

Oh, of course.

Although, maybe not as personally

as he might have liked. Elizabeth...

- How's that?
- Andy didn't tell you?

Oh, he get so jealous, no reason.

Looks aren't everything.

Mr Curtis was a big flirt.

Always making passes at me.

It didn't seem relevant.

And right under his
poor wife's nose, too.

Fool thought he could get me

to convince Andy to sell the farm.

Elizabeth...! Oh, don't you start again.

When I told Andy, I don't think
I have ever seen him so mad.

What a temper you have.

Thank you, Mme. Harding.
You have been very helpful.

Tell Andy.

He doesn't think
I can do anything right.

So how many lemonades?

Oh, how many lemonades?

Make a pitcher. Great.

Put solar panels on my house.

Compact fluorescents
in every socket and still

feel guilty when I use a paper napkin.

I've been looking at low-impact housing.

I saw a free-standing house
that was 118 square feet.

This entry to the sternum
might not be a bullet hole.

Wait, wait, wait. 118 square feet?

Dude, that's smaller than
the janitor's closet.

There's room for a bed, kitchen on
one wall and a small bathroom.

I don't really see why
I would need more.

Isn't the goal to reduce
our impact on the environment?

Our lives aren't only about function.

We are allowed to enjoy
ourselves occasionally.

That's why I work.

Yes, finally. Identified my mystery bug.

Carpophilus nitidulidae.
King of the lab!

It's an agricultural pest,

found on pineapple plants.

Agent Booth?

There's nothing,
the curing shed is clean.

But the body was cooked, and there
should be another body, too.

Not here.

More lemonade? Yes, please.

No, no, no, just go back
inside and check.

I'll take half a glass.

Booth.

He was around pineapple plants
at the time of his death.

Pineapples?

Hodgins found insect activity

that's only found on pineapple plants.

But the closest place
they're grown commercially

is Florida.

You're saying that the body
was moved from Florida?

I don't have an explanation,
I'm just giving you the facts.

I found this article
about the environmental impact

caused by transporting crops
over long distances.

It mentions this farmer in Virginia

who was trying to grow
tropical crops in a hot house.

Like pineapples?

Like pineapples.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Boy, sorry to hear about Frank.

He was a good man.

A big supporter of what
I'm trying to do here.

All right, M... Paige...
Please, call me Lyndon.

You ever eat a pineapple for
the same day with picked Agent Booth?

Actually, no, and...

- Let me make you each a smoothie.
- That's okay.

I'd love one.
Frank Curtis ever visit your hot house?

Once, back when I first built it.

He had some advice on how to
maximize sun exposure.

- What's he doing?
- He's powering the blender.

The wheel rim is attached
to a generator.

This is rather ingenious. Stay fit

and save energy.
Everyone should do this.

I'm sure it'll catch on. So, you and
Frank, you ever have any problems?

No, never.

Probably helped
that I didn't have a wife

for him to flirt with. Seems Frank

had a habit of hitting
on other people's wives.

All great men have their foibles.

Go ahead and check out the hot house.

I'll bring these out
soon as they're done.

Frank Curtis's wife stood to gain the
most from her husband's death.

- If she found out he was cheating...
- But you said her alibi is solid.

That doesn't mean we can't,
you know, double check.

I bet Sweets was picked that on all
through school.

And that's relevant now, why?

You're kidding me, right?

Scrawny kid like that sees me coming,

a former jock,
and he's thinking to himself,

"Time for a little payback," you know?

Make him fill out all
those stupid forms.

Threatens to take
my partner away from me.

These tubs are too small

to fit anything.

We're not going to find
the second victim here.

Yeah, you know what, you're right.

So what do you say we go check...

Bones, was that you?

Was what me?

That smell.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Why don't girls just admit it?

It's a natural bodily function.

You're a scientist.

Booth, I don't...

That had to be you.

It wasn't me! "He who smelt it,

dealt it."
How do you even know that phrase?

Sorry about that smell.

Guess I left the vents open.

Community composting facility
is about a mile away,

but when the winds blow westerly,

it smells like it's around the corner.

Do you take agricultural wastes
to the composting facility?

Sure, almost every organic
farmer in the county does it.

It's a great program.

You give them your waste and in return,

they give you certified organic compost

at a fraction of the cost.

- I wasn't done with that.
- I have an idea.

Thank you very much, Lyndon.

Your smoothies are excellent.

Do you have any "to go" cups?

The road to the apocalypse is paved

with disposable food containers,
my friend.

Compost, of course.

The identifying organisms
would have started dying

as soon as the body
was removed from the heat.

How high do the temperatures get?

Inside a large compost heap,
as high as 170 degrees.

That's hot enough to cook a body.

And if Lyndon contributes
his waste to the pile,

that could explain why
the pineapple beetle was there.

Hey, you guys going to check out
a large compost pile?

It's wrong how excited he sounds.

We've got five people
on staff full time.

But there's 43 farmers
with keys to the gates.

You all right?

Just the smell.

We've probably got a couple
masks in the office,

you two want me to go... I'm fine.

Agent Booth tends to be squeamish.

I'm fine, okay?

So you were saying 43 farmers?

They're welcome to dump their own waste,

otherwise we schedule
a pickup with our truck

- when it's running.
- That's right.

- Hey, Gavin.
- Tim Peck,

Clay Ainsley,
couple of our local farmers.

This is Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan.

They're here about Frank.

Truck stopped running again Gavin.
I think it needs a new fuel filter.

I just replaced it two weeks ago.

when I switched to bio-diesel, I went
through at least four fuel filters.

It's a conversion, loosens
up the deposits.

- You work here?
- Yes sir.

Charlie Rogan.

Did you know Frank Curtis?

Very well.

I only just heard what happened to him.

I dated his daughter
all through high school.

Gavin introduced us.

If there's anything I can do...

Mr. Curtis was a great man.

Oh, you disagree?

Frank Curtis was in it for the money,
not the cause.

Then why did he donate his entire estate
to environmental groups?

We're talking millions.

- Even our corp could see some.
- You ever been to his house?

4,000 square feet, brand-new everything.

Left his air conditioner
on all the time.

Fat lot that man cared
about the environment.

Don't mind him.

The smell out here always
puts him in a foul mood.

I'm going to need names and addresses
of every employee...

And a list of participating faers.

And the facility has to be closed

until all of the composis searched.

We can get a warrant if you want.

I do.

Two independent people
often find themselves...

- Agent Booth, are you listening?
- What?

The judge will call when the
warrant is issued,

Booth, pay attention.

What, I'm in the middle of an
investigation. I get distracted.

- So it's not my investigation, too?
- It's too early in the morning.

This is good, let's talk about conflict.

When you guys argue, how
do you come to a resolution?

- We don't argue.
- Come on, remember,

zone of truth, right here. Fine.

We might bicker a little bit,

- but that's not arguing.
- Bicker?

- I don't bicker.
- No?

What about the whole
environmentalism thing?

- That was a discussion.
- You pretty much told me

my penis was going to shrink
if I didn't eat organic food.

That's not bickering,
that's being a good friend.

My penis is just fine, thank you.

Now we're getting somewhere.
I think we're in that truth zone.

Stop with the whole truth zone thing.

Bones and I are trying to
catch a guy who cooked a tree hugger.

So just score the personality
test so we can get

back to crime fighting.

Yeah, that's good, Agent Booth.

Now let the anger lead you to the fear.

You can't be whole,
you can't do your job to its fullest,

unless you get in touch
with that fear you feel.

Now Dr. Brennan and I
are going to close our eyes.

Follow the anger, all right?

Feel it?

Feel it softening.

You feel that?

Very mature, guys.

Got to run, Sweets. Got the call.

Let's boogie, Bones.

And, look, next time, you really should

tell me if there's going
to be an essay on the test.

I just got off the phone with Hodgins.
He's knee-deep in compost.

He must be happy.

Happy as a pig in...

what pigs like to be in.

A sty?

You said you had things to show me?

From the injuries,
it appears there was a struggle.

You can see the bruising and fresh

hairline fractures on
the femurs and left ulna.

Consistent with defensive wounds?

That would be my assessment.

So, there was a fight
before he was shot?

He wasn't shot.

I thought you said it was a bullet hole.

I was mistaken.

It occasionally happens.

The hole is actually
a congenital abnormality.

A sternal foramen.

- We're back to no known cause of death?
- Not quite.

I found multiple puncture
wounds with hinge fracturing

on the scapula and posterior
aspects of several ribs.

He was stabbed?

By what?

I'm working on it.

Okay then. Enjoy.

Oh, God, I'm never going
to get over that smell.

This place is awesome.

The thermophilic bacteria
content is off of the charts.

No security cameras.

Too high-tech for the granola crowd.

That means we have about 100 suspects.

- Are you coming in?
- No. You know what?

That's your thing.

And I'll just mess things up
if I come up there.

I just heard a crunch.

Definitely not plant life.

I'd love to try this feeding fungi.

That's adipocere.

- Is that good or bad?
- Good for us.

Bad for the victim.

Female, probably in her early 20s.

We attribute rapid decomposition

to the microbial activity
of the compost pile...

She's been dead about
the same time as Curtis.

Dead Frank was fired
with another woman��

These three phalanges
still have some tissue.

And fingernails.

I may be able to get some scrapings,
maybe even a print.

Calliphoridae didn't
have a chance to oviposit.

She must have been buried in the compost
just hours after she died.

Can you pinpoint how long it would take
for her to reach this level of decomp?

Well, given the carbon to nitrogen ratio
of the compost I sampled,

she's been in there
since last Wednesday.

Meaning she died the day before Frank?

Who catches two people cheating,
but kills them a day apart?

My sketch isn't matching
any of the missing women on file.

Well, maybe no one's
missed her yet. Poor thing.

Everybody should be missed.

Oh, you are such an angel.

I will get a bucket
of cold water, I swear.

There's perimortem trauma to the skull.

But it's not severe
enough to cause death.

I also found multiple broken ribs,
and the sternum is severely fractured.

Somebody tried to crush her?

No, these injuries are consistent
with inexpert use

use of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Somebody tried to save her.

The woman you found...

- Who was she?
- We were hoping you might know.

I told you, I was out of town.
I have no idea.

But you were aware that your husband
wasn't always faithful.

Yes, I was.

Yet you stayed with him.

I get it.

Big house, comfortable lifestyle.

I stayed with Frank because I loved him.

I accepted his faults.

I'm sure you'll accept
the life insurance money, too.

I'm not even thinking about money,
How can you even...?

My husband hasn't even
been dead for a week.

I'm aware of that.

Since you were so forgiving
of your husband's infidelity,

why didn't you mention
that in our first conversation?

Kat.

I couldn't do that to our daughter.

She idolized Frank.
I can't ruin that, especially now.

Mom.

Mme. Curtis, I...

I came over to tell you and Kat
how sorry I am.

Gavin said he'd try to stop over later.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, Charlie, it's okay, stay.

Mom, I knew

since high school.

Charlie knew, all my classmates knew.

- Oh, God.
- Come on, Kat.

Not now.

I pretended that I didn't.

For you.

Okay, so Margie said Frank kept
an office in town.

Turns out that office was an apartment.

- Where he took his women.
- Yeah, okay, Bones, that's right.

Come on, let's go to the apartment.

You know I used that
device on in one of my novels,

and my editor thought it was trite.

Ha! Maybe it was Frank's take
on being environmentally friendly,

making a friendly environment.

Get it?

Apparently not.

You know, I really hate these gloves.

No. No sign of forced entry.

These sunglass frames
are made of bamboo.

Oh, is that weird?

Well, most frames are
made of metal or plastic,

sometimes vinyl.

Maybe they belong to the Eco Avenger.

Who?

Frank. Toiletries in the bathroom,

bra hanging over the shower rod.

Definitely a woman living here.

Dried blood on the coffee table.

Let's call forensics
and have the place swept.

Send everything to the...

To the Jeffersonian, yup.

- Got it. Including the whole...
- Yeah, the entire coffee table.

Here...

Here we go. Take-out receipt from, uh,

two weeks ago.

Hop Lee's Chinese Kitchen.

Name on the credit card...
Emma Billings.

- Booth?
- Yeah.

I think we found our second victim.

Emma Billings.

She has an interior
superior margin fracture

to the C-5 vertebrae.

What about the posterior
half of the vertebral body?

Any linked sagittal fractures?

Yes.

So...

if she fell and hit
her head on the coffee table

at this angle,

that could account
for the broken vertebrae.

It's a statistically rare possibility,

but one that would
have killed her instantly.

FBI sent over some info
on our latest victim.

She was a cashier at one of
Franklin Curtis's Natural Sun Markets

- in New Jersey.
- How'd she end up in Virginia?

They think she was hiding.

Earlier this year, she accused
one of her coworkers of stalking her.

Check him out.

Wouldn't want him following me.
I know, right?

Guy's name is Noel Liftan.

He was fired.

Emma filed a restraining order.

Booth is trying to track him down.

Any progress on time of death?

It appears to have been accidental

That'll explain CPR

Frank were stabbed multiple times.

Right. Not so accidental.

Hey, Booth.

What about the murder weapon
used on Frank?

Find anything yet?

These puncture wounds...
I still can't find any weapon

this small and curved.

They're close together.

He didn't seem to move much.

Which is odd, because
the wounds appear deep.

Okay, call me after.

Booth found Emma's stalker.

He's been staying at a motel across
the street from where Emma was killed.

Don't look at me like that.

You can't arrest me
for renting a motel room.

I didn't break any laws.

I followed her, okay?

But the motel room is over 150 feet
from Emma's apartment building.

I measured.

Then I guess I got no reason
to suspect you.

- You were just keeping an eye on her.
- I was.

Frank Curtis.

- Who?
- Frank Curtis.

- He's the one. You should talk to him
- OK?

He treated Emma like he owned her.

It was so messed up.

The reflections on this table,

the patterns are beautiful.

Focus.

Frank Curtis.

Oh, sure.

Frank comes in for
one of his regional visits.

You know, and has the manager hire Emma.

The next time he comes in,
he can see that Emma's falling for me.

So he has me fired and then tells Emma
to take out a restraining order.

The fact that you
called her 20 times a day

and slept in her driveway, that had
nothing to do with it?

I guess you've never been in love.

Where were you last
Wednesday and Thursday?

Mostly I just stay in my motel room,

you know,
keep an eye on Emma's building.

Only times I ever leave
is to go out and sell my products.

Your products?

Hemp oil-based body products.

I make them myself.

There's a surprise.

I guess you're telling
me you don't have an alibi.

I reviewed the forensic
samples from the apartment.

Traces of triglycerides, diglycerides,

and free fatty acids on both
the carpeting and the furniture.

It looks like some vegetable oil.

Could it be hemp oil?

Booth said the person
stalking Emma Billings

sells hemp-based body products.

Yeah, that's one possibility.

Re-examine any clothing
from Frank and Emma's bodies.

See if you can find additional
traces of the oil.

Dr. Brennan,

I need you to see something.

Fracturing to Emma's sternum
I concealed a malformation

that became apparent once
I finished reconstruction.

A sternal feramin.

Emma Billings and Frank Curtis

both shared a congenital abnormality.

When Zach told me his findings,
I decided to run DNA tests

on the tissue samples from both victims.

Multiple matching RFLPs.

Our victims were related.

If our murderer thought
he killed Emma and her lover,

- he was very wrong.
- He killed emma and her father

I've tested over 40 different knives,
ice picks, leather awls.

I couldn't find a
murder weapon to match.

With decomp and postmortem trauma
from being rolled down the hill,

it's very difficult, Zach.

Okay, this will help you
visualize the pattern of the wounds.

Usually I can determine the weapon.
This is a very frustrating murderer.

I'm sure he'll apologize
when we catch him.

There are five puncture
wounds to Frank's chest.

The result of repeated stabs

by an unknown and
very frustrating object.

Perhaps not.

What if Frank Curtis
had broader shoulders?

Angela, move the scapuli apart

slowly.

A little more.

The wounds become equidistant.

You're probably looking
for an instrument

with multiple sharp pointed
objects projecting from it.

A pitchfork.

How'd you get pitchfork?

These three wounds mark the termination

of a three-tine pitchfork's penetration.

Makes sense.

I'll go match the exact type and make.

I've got results from the clothes.

You were right. Same vegetable oil

on both Frank and Emma's clothing.

but I found a high concentration of
methanol and sodium hydroxide mixed in.

So, the oil isn't from body products.

No, it's from bio-diesel fuel.

So your suspect is going to
give me a description of your suspect?

I'm not following.

The stoned hippie guy.

He's all we have so far.
He'll tell you what the guy looks like

who went into Emma's
place and then you draw.

I've never really found
stoned guys that dependable.

Except for cookies,
they always have good cookies.

You're grasping at straws, Booth.

We should wait for more information.

It has to be somebody
in the composting facility.

They have pitchforks
to turn the heaps, don't they?

Pitchforks are used
on every farm in the area.

But not bio-diesel, okay?

The owner, Gavin,
said he just replaced a fuel pump

on his truck when he
switched to bio-diesel.

One of the other farmers also said
that he just switched.

And he has a key, he could've dumped the
body in the middle of th night

But whose side are you on?

don't say the facts,
because that just annoys me.

You want us to base our
actions on your gut again?

Yes.

You have your shiny
machines, I have my gut.

Is it always like this
when you two are together?

- Yes.
- No.

It's kind of hot.

What the hell is he doing?

It's a Vedic chant.

All right, Noel, let's go. On your feet.

A bass player taught it to me.

I'm trying to calm myself, man.

Emma's dead and I'm innocent.

How many times do
I have to tell you that?

- All right, you know...
- Noel!

Just want to ask you some
more questions, that's all.

- Who are the chicks?
- Be respectful, be a gentleman.

Let's go, up, up, up...

Come on. There you go.

That's it, okay.

This here is Dr. Brennan.

Angela Montenegro, she's an artist.

- Cool.
- Yeah, groovy.

Did you see a truck parked outside

Emma's apartment building
last Wednesday?

How would I know?

It's not like I kept a log of everyone
going in and out of the building.

Listen, Noel, you're the
primary suspect in Emma's murder.

So if you do not cooperate,
you're looking at 20 solid years

keeping tabs on your cell mate.

All right, fine.

I remember a truck,

it had a cool logo from
some organic composting place.

We need to know who
was driving the truck

and if he went in to Emma's building.

What, you think I have
bionic vision or something?

No, but you got binoculars...
they're in every starter stalker kit...

so give Angela something to draw.

I like artists.

I'll crush you like a bug, dude.

Describe the guy.

Uh, he's a young dude, maybe 26,

about my height, average,

kind of buff, Caucasian,

uh, brown hair,

he was wearing sunglasses.

Kind of looked like they
were made out of wood or something.

Far out, huh?

Wood.

Do you guys have
medical marijuana in DC?

Because I get anxiety attacks.

Give Angela something to draw.

He had a...

square jaw, straight nose,

cute ears.

Charlie Rogan got 'em from Frank Curtis.

- Why?
- What's going on?

Why did Frank give Charlie
a pair of sunglasses?

No real reason-Frank wore
'em one day to pick up compost,

Charlie admired 'em, so
Frank gave 'em to him.

He was like that.

Can you think of any reason why Charlie
would want Frank dead?

Of course not-he's a good kid;
he loved Frank.

This is the murder weapon.

- There you go.
- Bag it.

It seems like Charlie and Frank had

a thing for the same girl.

Charlie gets jealous, he...

gets into a fight with the girl,

kills her,
and then he goes after Frank's story.

As old as time, my compost friend.

- Need something?
- Charles Rogan,

You're under arrest for the murder of
Frank Curtis and Emma Billings.

Oh, God, no.

Th-This isn't what you think!

Gavin, I didn't...

- I swear I didn't...
- Don't.

Don't say a word, Charlie.

Cam, we've got the murder
weapon used on Frank Curtis,

plus evidence linking Charlie
to the scene of Emma's murder.

Yeah, well, I hate to throw
ants in your picnic,

but I recovered DNA from
beneath Emma's fingernails...

Charlie Rogan didn't
attack Emma Billings.

- Her assailant was female.
- What is it?

- Charlie didn't kill Emma.
- What?

- He was there.
- But there's more.

I noticed some odd similarities,

so I compared Emma's own
DNA to that of her attacker.

There was a 25% commonality.

Half sisters.

- It was Cat Curtis
- She killed Emma.

My father promised
he'd stop fooling around.

My mother was so humiliated.

So you went to Emma.

I had the key.

I was waiting for her.

I scared her, I guess.

And you fought.

She fell.

I never meant to hurt her.

I just, I wanted my dad to end things.

It just looked like she bumped her head.

But she was dead.

Cat called.

We were still friends.

I knew she'd never hurt anyone.

It was an accident.

So you told Cat

you'd get rid of Emma's body

while her and her
mother went out of town.

- But you leave your sunglasses.
- It's not like I'd done this before.

And Frank sees them the
next time he goes to visit Emma.

He came at me, man, one night at work.

Frank went nuts.

Wanted to know why I was at his place,

where Emma was.

He had a pitchfork.

I was turning the compost
when he was yelling at me.

He knew what would happen
to you and Kat if you found out.

He came at me.

I didn't even know I'd done it.

It was like someone
else jabbed him with it.

But the body, Charlie, why'd you
move Frank's body?

For my mom, for the insurance.

Of course, no payout without a body.

So I tossed him where
we knew he'd be found.

Dad left everything to nonprofits.

That insurance money
was all my mom would have.

You did it for your mother?

I never meant for any of this to happen.

I never meant to hurt anyone, I just...

I wanted my mom to be happy.

your father wasn't
having an affair with Emma.

He'd had a relationship
with her mother a long time ago.

Emma Billings was his daughter.

She was your half sister.

What? Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, no.

Oh, my God, no!

So, case finished?

- Yes.
- Congratulations.

You don't seem too happy.

Well, because sometimes, if you win,

you end up with somebody else's pain,
and screwed up a life.

You work for the FBI, you
should know that.

Must be a challenge for
you to access those feelings.

Okay, stop.

You don't know Booth.

You don't know me, you have a limited

view of us based on superficial data

you've accumulated on
a standardized questionnaire,

and a subjective analysis
from talking to us

that is not at all scientific,

so back off.

Just trying to help.

By questioning his humanity?

You're going a little bit overboard.
He's just a kid. Right?

I mean, the worst thing that's
probably ever happened to him

was he lost at Mortal Kombat.

Are you normally this protective of him,
Dr. Brennan?

We are partners.

Our lives depend on being
protective of each other.

And you feel the same way, Agent Booth?

Sweets, I can only hope
that one day you know

what a real partnership is.

You two are very close,

that was evident in your superficial,

standardized questionnaire

and my unscientific observations.

You complement each other.

No, she never compliments me.

Did you compliment
me in the questionnaire?

"Complement," not "compliment."

"Ple."

He means that we complete
each other, as a team.

Yeah, right.

Now, we've got a lot to
work on over the next few months.

Meaning we get to stay together?

Yes.

I'm sensing a "but."

- However...
- It's the same as "but."

I have observed some underlying issues

that need to be addressed.

- Issues?
- Yes.

There's clearly a very deep

emotional attachment between you two.

We're just partners.

And why do you think I
would have thought otherwise?

'Cause you're 12.

Don't read into anything
that Booth said.

We're professionals.

There's a line that doesn't
even need to be there.

Not at all, I mean, if...

if there were no more murders,

I would probably not
even, you know, see her.

That's very true.

Might have coffee.

- Probably not.
- What?

What?

You wouldn't even have coffee with me?

In your scenario, we wouldn't even

know each other because
there are no murders.

More.

I said "no more murders."

Then fine.

I mean, we could have a coffee.

So that's clear, then?

I mean, we'd have coffee

and that's our relationship?

Coffee.

Yeah, let's move on.

Bones S03E04
"The secret in the soil"

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