All language subtitles for Bones S04E08 - The Skull in the Sculpture [YIFY]

My dad thinks I'm selfish,

so I want to steal him
some spare parts for his birthday.

You're a good
son, man.

Hey, dude, I'm not moving.

Dude, your jacket is caught
on the barbed wire.

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

That worked great.

So, what kind of
car does he have?

Old one.

Toyota FJ-40.

He loves that thing.
More than me, that's for sure.

Check it out!

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

I could glue it
on his truck.

Got to be gentle.

It's coming.

The car is bleeding.

There's something
back there.

Okay, look, just to be clear,

I asked you out
for a drink to talk,

not because I'm desperate
for male company.

You think of me
as male company?

Can I get you anything?

Vodka up, please.

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

Oh, sidecar,
but no, I'm fine.

Okay, one more, one more.
I'm cabbing it.

You just got divorced
and broke up with your fianc�.

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

- I feel like sex.
- Oh.

Sex is what I feel like.

Now, I could jump Hodgins,
but doesn't seem fair somehow.

Do you agree?

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

Oh, I hate it
when shrinks do that.

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

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

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

It's been, like, six weeks.

That's a-a...

Long time.

Yes, of course it is.

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

- At age 16.
- Hmm.

Which is the normal age.

Sometimes older
is just fine, too.

I'm not promiscuous, Sweets.

I don't sleep with just anybody.

I do require
an emotional connection.

- Spiritual, actually.
- Mm-hmm.

It's spiritual to me.

And fun, of course.

Who doesn't like sex, right?

Hey!

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

- You're right.
- About what?

I have been
protecting myself.

Without the risk of pain,

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

Yes, yes, and-and regaining
that willingness to take a risk--

- that can take time.
- No.

- No?
- I am done protecting myself.

I'm ready to move on.

- You're good.
- Hey.

- You really are.(here you go)
- Thank you.

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

And joy.

And sex!

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

There's no way to know that
the killer had a crooked nose.

You mean, the mob?
It was a mob hit.

He clearly wasn't wearing
a seat belt.

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

No. That could compromise
the remains.

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

unless somebody
has X-ray vision.

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

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

The height of the nasal root
points to a Caucasian.

The large brow ridges
suggest a male.

We need cause
of death.

Of the Caucasian male?

What can be seen of the temporal,
zygomatic and frontal bones

indicates that they're
in multiple fragments,

possibly from the
crushing of the car.

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

Booth is checking
the records at the junkyard

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

I'll use an endoscope to retrieve any particulates
without disturbing the remains.

Brennan.

Hey, have you been
seeing anybody?

Listen, I don't want to be rude,

but I just don't think
that's any of your business.

I haven't.

Me, either.

But I'm going to start.

Right, yeah. Me, too.

I mean, like, right away.

Sweets agrees
that it's time.

Sweets?

We shouldn't fear putting
our hearts out there.

Sweets?

That's so
beautiful.

And so inappropriate
over a decomposing body.

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

Invoice was made out
to B & B Enterprises.

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

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

Well, you know what? If this is mob-related,
and we bring down the big boys...

- Yeah.
- ...we will sell the movie rights for a fortune.

But what if
it's not the mob?

Come on. Do
the math, Bones.

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

And you haven't even provided
enough variables...

It's a figure of speech,
Bones, all right?

Here we are.

What goes first?

Gun goes first.

That's right.

- But if you get shot?
- Don't say things like that.

You're gonna jinx
me, all right?

Well, if you're relying
on superstition for safety,

perhaps I should carry the gun.

No, you are definitely
not carrying a gun.

Give me some
space, all right?

Is that legal?

Look, if anybody asks,
the door was open.

No, it isn't.

Right.

Okay.

Okay, what the hell
are you supposed to be?

- Booth?
- What?

- Look at this.
- What is it?

Blood.

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

Sculptures? Whoa.

These things are going
for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

All cultures put
a great value on art.

Yeah, art. A nice bowl of
fruit, uh, dogs playing poker.

If I sold all the crap that was in my garage,

I could retire. I'd make a fortune.

Geoffrey's work is a brilliant examination
of consumerism

and the destruction
of the soul.

I see twisted metal.

Well, you need
to look beneath the surface.

Oh, we did,
and we found a dead body,

which is exactly why
you're not going anywhere.

- Agent Booth?
- Yeah.

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

- Of course it is.
- Excuse me?

- Kiko was here.
- Kiko?

Kiko, the performance artist.

Pig's blood is an integral
and crucial part of her work.

Is that even legal?

Well, we'll decide
what's pig and what isn't.

- Pull some samples.
- Okay.

I've already called my lawyer.

That's great. Tell him to meet you
down at the FBI offices.

Oh, I didn't call him for me.

You see
how much these works are worth.

You are liable
for any damages.

Damage?

They're crushed cars.

They're wrecks.

Fortunately, your ignorance and lack of appreciation
of Geoffrey's work don't affect its value.

Okay, all right, guys.
Careful handling the junk.

Apparently, it is art.
All right?

Uh, perhaps I could help?

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

Does the artist make a habit
of encasing corpses within his sculptures?

Excuse me?

Well, we found one of these crushed cars
and traced it back here to this address.

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

No accordion-dead bodies?

The cadaver dogs
can identify human blood.

They didn't find any.

Oh, my God.

- Helen?
- Yes?

Do you think Geoffrey might
have actually done it?

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

You should know that.

You're a depressed artist
yourself.

Hello? Do you want
to explain this to me?

Uh, recently Geoffrey's been talking about
finding a way to make himself part of the art.

Do you mean
literally?

The ultimate
artistic act.

Geoffrey was depressed,

and he said he felt like
he'd reached his limit as an artist.

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

I suggest you don't look at the person, but rather
this distinct ring.

That's Geoffrey.

I know that ring. I designed it myself.
It's Geoffrey.

Bravo, Geoffrey.

You are an extremely
unlikable woman.

Mr. Thorne have any enemies?

Why? It's obvious
he did this himself.

To you, perhaps, but we actually
require evidence.

Anton DeLuca.

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

They had a pretty big argument
here the other night.

About what?

What all artists
argue about--

money.

You know what this is?

Jaws of Life.

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

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

It's not displaced
sexual frustration.

Of course not.

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

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

from inside the car with minimal
disruption of the evidence?

Though, these tox results
are suggesting suicide.

You got these from
the tissue samples?

Mostly skin,
some brain matter.

Clonazepam, lamotrigine,
quetiapine, venlafaxine,

hydrocodone, oxycodone
and codeine.

Anti-anxiety drugs,
mood stabilizers,

anti-psychotics,
antidepressants and painkillers.

He was under psychiatric care.

Even spent a week
in the psych ward last March.

So, our victim could very well have been dead
from an overdose before he was crushed.

Can't tell for sure.
Long-time abusers build up a tolerance, so,

this could have been a typical
Wednesday night for the guy.

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

I didn't mean "baby."

Carefully, Dr. Hodgins.
Like removing a baby bird from an egg.

Stand back, ladies.

This is about to get medieval.

Sorry, cheri.

Apparently, this is
an historic piece of art.

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

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

That was before I got here.

Here on in, this is
an historic piece of art.

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

Oh, this sucks.

Roxie?

Angie?

Roxie!

- My God...
- Hi!

What are
you doing here?

What's going on?

Those two are old friends
from college-- if that's the same Roxie.

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

Injunction?

This heap is considered art.

Well, it's... gorgeous.

Where does this leave
our investigation?

You can still examine it.

You just can't disrupt it
in any way.

Don't worry.
This is only temporary.

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

Just don't scratch it.

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

Good!
We understand each other.

Geoffrey Thorne dead?

This is a...

great day for the art world.

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

Well, we never saw each other
without arguing, so...

You disliked Geoffrey Thorne?

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

I don't know which I hated more.

Yeah, well,
artistically speaking,

crushing him up in his own work,

that would be very,
uh, symbolic.

Is that what happened?

Oh, that, that's hilarious.

He crushed himself
inside one of his stupid car sculptures?

An exhibitionist
right to the bitter end.

How Po-Mo.

- Po-Mo?
- Uh, Post Modern.

Let me tell you, Geoffrey's hermetic aestheticism
was choked with tawdry pastiche.

He had plastic intentions
and weak enterprise.

All right, someone I understand
less than you.

This is asymmetrical and yet
still pleasing to the eye.

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

pretty?

I don't do pretty.

Okay. Simmer down
there, Picasso.

You get a compliment,
you be polite.

I don't do polite either.

Maybe that's
why you're broke.

Who gave you my name?

Was it that Kabuki ghoul,
Helen Bridenbecker?

Shouldn't you be trying harder
to look innocent?

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

You can write down,
since before the big bang.

Oh, no. There was no "before"
before the big bang,

because time didn't exist.
If there are no organizing properties...

Bones, I'm just going to write
down, it's been a while.

All right? So, why were
you arguing at the gallery?

We heard it was
about money.

Well, I might have said
he was a sell-out.

Usually do.

But I didn't think to kill him.

Now it's too late, right?

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

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

No one has mentioned
a girlfriend.

Roxie.

His "assistant."

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

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

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

Could you take
a step back, please?

A little more.

Just a little more.

Like tip-toeing mice.

Oh, rats.

Do you want
me to try?

Let me try.
I'm very dexterous.

Oh, you won't be sorry.

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

but I don't
like lying.

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

They'll strip the flesh
off our victim in no time.

Within 30 hours.

- Am I fired?
- Au contraire.

Remind me of this moment
around Christmas bonus time.

I'm in!

Uh, good work, Ms. Wick.

Well, we could've been here hours ago
if Dr. Saroyan would have given me the endoscope sooner.

Thanks for mentioning that.

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

30 hours.

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

Okay, I suggest you start
with the mundane,

and then work yourself up
to the sexual stuff.

So did you have a sexual
relationship with your boss?

Okay, that's the total opposite
of my suggestion.

No. No.

So what was the nature
of your relationship?

I assisted Geoffrey.

I handled the details
if his day-to-day life.

Are you sure it's Geoffrey?

Prevaricate,
keep her guessing.

Yes, we're positive.

Why am I here?

As his personal assistant
did you get him his drugs?

If you mean his prescriptions,
then...

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

Ask her if Thorne was
clinically depressed.

He was depressed, right?

Yes.

He was... suicidal.

Seeing a shrink.

That's why
you're here.

Because you think Geoffrey
took an overdose?

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

Yeah, I would think
that he would have...

left me a message.

Look, if you weren't sleeping
with Thorne,

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

Geoffrey's will?

Yeah, it's...

about one million dollars.
Look at that.

I had no idea
that he was going to do that.

Perhaps jealousy is her motive
for killing Thorne.

Why else would she deny sleeping with him?

I don't think so.

I swear.

No, there was another reason
why you weren't sleeping with Thorne.

Isn't that right, Roxie?

Angela told you, didn't she?

Told us what?

Why don't you tell me.

I'm gay.

I'm a lesbian.

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

oh, that changes everything.

So, according to his will,

Roxie stands to inherit
Thorne's entire estate.

She said
they were close.

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

I don't think so.

Because?

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

Well, she says she's a lesbian.

Delicacy, Bones.

What? It's not
an affliction, Booth.

Yes, Roxie is gay.

At least she was
when we were together.

In school?

Yes.

Oh, you heard rumors.

No, I have firsthand
knowledge.

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

No, we were together,

for over a year.

Wow. You and, uh, Roxie?

You have a problem with that?

No. I was just processing the information there,
that's all, and in doing so,

I was envisioning you and her,
you know, together,

and, well, not to...
well, together, but...

Really?

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

Weren't we talking
about murder, here?

Did she ever show
any interest in men?

No. And she would
never kill anybody.

You haven't been close
in a long time.

She hasn't changed.

Except that now she's rich.

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

Roxie never cared about money.

I thought that you didn't
speculate.

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

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

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

He was ill.

The logical signs point
to suicide, don't they?

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

I have work to do. Okay?

Here's the C2 axis.

A little further, the C1 atlas.

We're almost to the cranium.

Nice.

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

That's funny.

Everyone here
is so nice.

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

My family was pretty
dysfunctional, so...

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

Perhaps some therapy might help.

What a thoughtful suggestion.

I always wanted a sister.

Dr. Brennan,

Ms. Wick and I were just
observing the handiwork of your beetles.

They did a beautiful job
of cleaning the bones,

but half of the remains are
still obscured by the metal.

The victim's right iliac crest
shows a simple fracture.

I also found microfractures,
extending from his right ribs,

five through ten, down his
right greater trochanter.

Very good.

Really? And they were
really small.

Microfractures are
by definition small.

What does this damage indicate?

A test. Okay...

The damage is inconclusive.

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

but some could be the result
of an attack or a fall.

I agree.

She agrees.

The victim's clothing shows
traces of calcium oxide,

ferric oxide
and magnesium oxide.

It wasn't found
on the car seats or the carpet,

just pressed into the fabric
of his shirt, front and back.

From what?

It could be from stone
if he was sculpting.

It could be he was lying on gravel
or about a hundred other things.

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

Which access you were expressly
denied by a federal judge,

a federal judge who turned red
and then blue

and then some other color
I have never seen before

when he heard that flesh-eating beetles
had somehow infested said work of art.

Domestic beetles were not
specifically forbidden on the injunction.

I don't suppose "spirit of the law"
means anything to you?

That little Kabuki lady started screaming like you peed
on the Mona Lisa,

that you compromised
the integrity of the piece.

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

How long have we got?

Two days to find evidence
of foul play.

And after that?

The question goes to the court

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

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

Ideas?

I will think about it
until my head explodes.

This one's a keeper.

Geoffrey let me use
part of his studio.

Roxie, these are wonderful.

Thanks, Angie.

What does Helen say?

We're talking
about an exhibition.

That's great.

When was your last show?

Eight years ago,
when we were together.

I don't know, is it too sappy
to say that you were my muse,

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

Your people think I killed
Geoffrey.

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

If you can't prove
it was a suicide,

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

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

Sorry.

Roxie...

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

She wanted to buy it
from me for herself.

Why didn't you sell this?

Some things
aren't for sale.

I remember
sitting for this.

Happiest time
of my life.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I have to go.

Why?

I know how to prove
that Geoffrey Thorne committed suicide.

This type of device can be used
to scan boxcars, shipping containers,

anything metal where
items can be hidden.

Amazing it is,
this machine you have.

Star Wars?

Youth doesn't excuse
everything, Ms. Wick.

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

Every crease
and fold, yeah.

We have less
than 40 hours, you know.

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

Then, I'll recalibrate and get a digital rendering
of the bones inside,

which I can enhance.

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

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

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

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

I'll make a note.

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

Okay, take a look at this.

Here we have our car, right?

It had a low-carbon steel frame
with a yield strength of 22,450 psi.

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

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

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

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

How did you do that?

Daisy provided me with the approximate tensile strength
of each of Geoffrey's bones,

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

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

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

His bones sustained
88 fractures,

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

Suicide.

Most likely, yeah.

What's that?

Um...

this run included the last
of the data.

Oh, no.

What?

There's
an 89th fracture.

The fracture there
on his occipital...

it was not caused
by the car being crushed.

What caused it?

I need to examine the skull.

It wasn't supposed
to be this way.

I wanted to prove
it wasn't murder.

But it is.

The 89th
fracture proves

Okay, I got
the injunction removed.

You are freeto crack open the car
and remove the remains.

Thanks, Caroline,
you are da bomb.

- Why is she a bomb?
- No, da bomb.

Wait, what changed? It was a million dollar
piece of art yesterday,

and today, it's a piece of junk.

Cherie, you proved murder.

That changed it from a work
of art into a crime scene.

This is crazy,
I don't understand.

And I'm not used to not
understanding things.

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

Isn't that right, Caroline?

That's right.

Get in there and solve
the murder, just like always.

That I understand.

Thanks.

Stand back.

I am going in.

Careful.

Okay.

Now, what we want to do here
is remove the skull very carefully.

Carefully.

I can't believe you did that.

Bummer.

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

I'm so sorry.

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

I'll do it.

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

I will not leave
your side.

I would prefer
to do it alone.

- Am I under arrest?
- Nope.

You're one of the
good guys, all right?

Look up Anton DeLuca
on the FBI database.

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

He's a forger?

You got to be kidding me.
Under the alias of Lucas Danton?

I mean, this guy
really loves himself.

Yeah, two years
in prison.

Forging Francis Bacon,
Lucien Freud.

Must be pretty good.

All right, so I got a dead artist
and a forger who hates him.

That's got to
cheer you up.

I mean, your friend
is no longer our prime suspect.

Thanks, Booth.

Any time.

So, does it
freak you out?

What?

You know, that Roxie
and I were a couple.

No.

I mean, come on, you had
feelings for somebody.

I'm surprised.

Why, because you think
I'm some kind of lunkhead cop?

- No, I just...
- All right.

Uh... look, my Aunt Ruth
had a roommate, okay?

She was my
favorite aunt.

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

And I heard talk
when I was a kid.

Beat up my friend, Pete,
because of it.

Then, I found out it was true.

And...?

I already said she was my favorite aunt.
And Franny... well, you know,

she had box seats
for the Phillies games.

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

Right.

So, you and Roxie... hey.

You know
what I mean?

Yeah.

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

I want you
to be an artist, okay,

and, uh, keep me
from looking like an idiot.

I'm not positive I can do both.

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

Where did you
get the money?

- Hey, Booth.
- Yeah?

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

Hmm, so you were forging
Thorne's work.

That's why you
two were arguing.

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

I'm saying that they
are the same brush strokes.

You have a good eye.

Brush strokes
are like fingerprints.

You can't fake them.

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

- You're positive?
- I'm positive.

Okay, I can roll
with this.

You want recognition for your brilliant work.
Thorne says no,

- you kill him.
- Oh, so good--cuff him.

- Right.
- What, so Roxie can walk?

Hey, watch it.

A) That work is anything but brilliant.

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

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

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

When this case falls apart
and I get out tomorrow,

you want to grab some
dinner or something?

You're kidding.

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

- You, me, hot Roxie?
- Hey!

Okay, all right.

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

Okay, let's go.

Is that
Geoffrey Thorne?

Yes.

Nearly done.

I honestly didn't think
it would be murder.

Which makes your
conclusions all the more credible.

Only you would find
that comforting.

Booth is questioning
DeLuca again.

He seems to
have a motive.

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

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

It wasn't Roxie.

Do you still
have feelings for her?

No.

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

I do still have feelings
for her.

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

We had a very intense
relationship in college,

and she fell in
love with me--

way in love with me.

When I broke it off,
she was really hurt.

That happens with you.
Look at Hodgins.

This was worse than Hodgins.

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

I don't really think that I have the right to open up
that can of worms again

just because some feelings
are rising to the surface.

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

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

Well, I meant...

I know what you meant.
I'm just...

On the bright side,
if she did kill Geoffrey Thorne,

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

Thanks, Brennan.

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

I can do it right now.

I've seen this injury
many times.

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

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

Mix them all together, and poof,

we've got a match
with the concrete floor at the gallery.

Well, it turns out that not all the blood
on the floor of the gallery

came from that performance
with the pig.

This is human.

Is any of it Thorne's?

Someone worked very hard
to clean it up.

It's making things
difficult.

First you destroyed
Geoffrey's finest work,

and now you are
destroying my business.

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

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

Sir, look at this.

- Is that my fire ax?
- Yes.

- Booth.
- Yeah?

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

I think we found it.

There are definite
blood stains here,

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

Could I borrow
your lighter?

- Why do you want my lighter?
- Just...

Sure, here. Okay, so what
do we know about that?

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

?????

???

?????toward the loading dock

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

Can we get the UV lights
over here, please?

Not dragged, Booth.

Rolled.

I got to tell you, that was a great trick
there, Bones.

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

The blood stains show up
approximately every 35 centimeters.

That would explain why Hodgins found the
cement particles on the front and the back of the clothing.

Yeah, but why rolled
instead of dragged?

Thorne was a big guy.

Okay, whoever killed him
could not pick him up

and carry him to the loading dock
and put him in the car.

They had to roll him.

You understand? Roll.

- Excuse me, tiny little woman.
- Yes.

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

Yes, I was at home.

I was reading.

That was a lie.

I was watching The Real
Housewives of Orange County.

I find it a brilliant
postmodern performance piece.

So, no alibi.

Geoffrey's work was selling.

I was making money.

Why would I kill
the golden goose?

I wasn't going
to inherit anything.

Not like Roxie.

It all seems to come back
to Roxie.

Angela is not going
to like that.

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

Except, you know,
you're quieter.

No, that was
about Hodgins.

This is about Roxie.

You want to have sex
with Roxie.

What was that
about quieter?

I'm sorry, I'm not certain
that you're being guided by your brain,

that's all.
Need can be confused with love.

Fantasy can convince us that
what we are feeling is love.

So, you're saying that
this is all rebound?

- Yeah.
- No.

You don't understand love, Sweets.

I'm not as innocent
as you might think.

You have this bourgeois
notion...

Bourgeois?

...that in order for love
to be real it has to be permanent.

Nothing is permanent.
That's just a fact.

We move in and out of loving
other people,

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

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

I have, actually.

Many times.

Fine.

It seems to me that you always leave
yourself an escape hatch in your relationships.

Because you're afraid
of commitment.

Nice try.

But no.

Actually, I commit
to every person I love.

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

because you got zonked
on Kava Kava.

That compromises your relationship
with Hodgins so that ends,

along with the marriage.

Now you say you have these intense feelings

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

Don't you see
the potential disaster here?

Look, you said that, without
the possibility of pain,

there can be no joy,
no real love.

I said that?

That's beautiful.

Look...

I don't want
to hurt Roxie again.

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

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

Okay.

And what if she doesn't?

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

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

I even taught my friend
how to use it.

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

What'd you get off the ax?

It was wiped clean with turpentine,
no signs of blood.

And he also checked
the handle.

Sodium chloride
and odorants.

Sweat.
Most likely human.

What was the eccrine pH?

Seven.

It was a woman.

What you should
have him do next

is match the DNA from the sweat to Angela's
lesbian lover--

see if there's
a match.

Do you ever listen to yourself?

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

?????

Doctor Saroyan?

Thank you so much
for seeing me.

I didn't agree
to see you.

How come none of you people
ever book an appointment?

Frankly, it's annoying.

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

I...

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

And they find me annoying?

No, it's worse.
They hate me.

You know why, don't you?

It's because Dr. Brennan undervalues psychology

and all of you have picked up her vibe.

Now, I know
that sounds paranoid...

And the word "vibe" is
a little dated.

But it's true.

I'm not here about you
being annoying.

It's Daisy Wick.

Daisy?

Yes, she's very smart,
very able,

and she has a knack for turning reasonable people
into

flaming gas balls of fury.

You want me to talk to her?

No, no.

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

I'm very comfortable
with incompetence,

but when it's just
a matter of personality...

I'll do it.

What? Really?

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you.

Okay, I'm ready for you
to blow up my mind.

Okay, now first off,

I almost missed this so,
don't praise me too much.

The point is,
you didn't miss it.

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

And I am powerless
to resist.

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

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

As you know, there were traces
of sweat on both of them.

But not the victim's sweat.

Female sweat, yes.

Presumably the murderer
sweat on the ax handle

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

Yes, now, upon further analysis,

I discovered other traces
in the sweat.

Imatinib mesylate,
hydroxyurea, busulfan.

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

Medicines.
Treatments for cancer.

I looked them up. This is treatment
for chronic myelogenous leukemia.

Then Roxie is
not our murderer.

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

No, but
this drug here, busulfan,

it causes highly visible
skin discoloration.

Oh, then that is very good
for Angela.

Not that we are swayed
by those considerations.

What's that look?

She knows who did it.

I had no reason
to kill Geoffrey.

Oh, you own several
of his art pieces.

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

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

I'm a very patient woman.

Except you're dying,
Ms. Bridenbecker.

Nonsense.

Would you please remove
your makeup?

I will not.
I want a lawyer.

Really? Because, you know,
the phone records--

they indicate that you contacted
a cancer clinic in Mexico City.

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

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

Their "treatment"--
it's not legitimate.

You don't know that.

I'm afraid I do.

Places like that are set up
to prey on the hopes of people like you.

Geoffrey was going to die
anyway.

Anyone could see that.

I did him a favor.

I gave him his start.

Geoffrey would much rather
have been remembered

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

Really?

Maybe he preferred to live.

Well...

well, so would I.

I guess none of us get
what we want.

Hey, Roxie.

Now what do I do?

Well, you have money,

and you have a studio.

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

That's not what I mean.

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

No.

Not for a second.

Why?

Because we...

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

you've changed
much since then.

Have you changed?

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

Um... maybe I have.

But I'm not, I'm--
I haven't changed...

(�� : hodgins falls and dead.... ToT)

How do you think
he's going to do it?

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

What's going on?

Sweets is firing
Daisy for us.

We're wondering
what his method will be.

He'll explain to
her logically

that this environment is not
conducive for either her

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

No, Sweets is a lot
sneakier than that.

He'll use some kind
of psychological Jedi mind trick

to make her think
it was her idea to quit.

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

Which would you
like first?

The bad news.

You're toast here.

Nobody wants to
work with you.

Why?

You know why, Daisy. There are some things

that you have to work on
when it comes to interpersonal relations.

Does anybody like me?

No, I'm afraid not.

What's the good news?

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

Really?

Yeah, why'd you
ask me that?

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

I'm totally
shocked.

Yeah.

They should not be doing that
on the forensic platform.

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

But bravo, Dr. Sweets.

They'll never work.
They're like complete opposites.

I agree. For all her faults,
she's a woman of science,

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

- You know, there's no common ground.
- Right.

You need common ground.

- what else is there?
- Absolutely.

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