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Okay,give everything,
my darling. Everything.

Utter dross to upper-class
gloss,all right?

Keep her lit. Keep
her bathed in the glow.

All,right,yes. Okay,good. Now,look
up. All right. Yes. Nice. Okay.

Right in front of you,that's
it. That's the future. Yes,okay.

What the hell is that?

Pigeons or blackbirds or crows.
Something along those lines.

Telephoto.

God,he has an idea.

This is what we need.
Caw,caw,yeah,flap,flap. Flap,yeah,yeah.

Give me more,yes. Aviary. Wings.
Yes,beaks. Caw,caw,caw,caw,caw.

Those creatures,they are
death. Flap your arms.

Chase death away but remain
beautiful. You understand?

Running through a vacant lot at a
bunch of birds in six-inch heels...

Oh,that's it. Good,good,good!
You're a leopard. Leap!

You're an angel! Oh,yes,beautiful!
Beautiful. Terror,fear!

Okay,gaze heavenward. Look at the
beastly birds,my darling. Look up!

Oh,I love it,yes. Gaze
heavenward,darling.

Yes,look up at the beastly birds!

Hey,so,what's it look like to you?

An ear.

- Did you just make a joke?
- No.

'Cause that wouldn't be like you.

I didn't. It looks like an ear.

Uh,what do you make of the
stuff in the blue bag there?

Looks like chili con carne.

Could this be the rest of
the person who lost the ear?

I don't know. It looks
like chili con carne.

There's no single piece here bigger
than the skull of an Australopithecus.

Sports terms,Bones.
Remember,we talked about this.

Softball. Good. You're getting
better. The size of a softball.

At first guess,the total mass in this garbage
bag does not add up to an entire human being.

Right,so I'll just get forensics
to scour the entire lot.

Yes.

Would you even want to guess
what happened to this human being?

- No.
- I knew you'd say that. I just had to ask. You know.

All right,let's scour it up!

I've been a pathologist for 13 years
and I admit,I am a little nauseated.

It's going to fall to me to
empty these bags,isn't it?

All right,then. Fine. I may
need a pot of tea waiting.

Maggots place time of death
somewhere between 48 and 72 hours.

I'm going to go with
the wood chipper on this.

In that case,it was a gold wood chipper.

This looks like gold.

The ancient Sumerians were prone to spreading
gold dust over the body during funeral rites.

Did the Sumerians chop up the
body into little,tiny bits first?

- Not to my knowledge.
- What is this?

A black pearl?

Pearls,symbolizing eggs or rebirth and resurrection,
were used in many South Seas funeral rites.

Did they chop up the bodies
into little tiny bits first?

I've begun to apprehend
your point,Dr. Saroyan.

Find out how many corpses
we're dealing with.

I'll find out if these are really
gold flecks and pearl fragments.

Celibacy is a lot like fasting.

So,you've become sexually anorexic?

At first,you're out of sorts and
agitated,and then you sort of...

push through to a kind of clarity.

Have you reached clarity?

No,I'm still at the
agitated and horny stage.

Why are you fasting sexually?

Sweets thinks it will do me good to put sex on the
back burner in order to relate to people in other...

Why are you listening to Sweets?

Angela? I asked,why are
you listening to Sweets?

Sweetie,can you pay
for this? I have to go.

Sure. Why?

I have to save Hodgins' life.

I found something interesting
on the cellular level.

I don't care about the cellular level.

- No hemorrhagic tissue.
- What?

Means the victim was dead before being
chopped up. You care about that,right?

No,not really. What I'm interested
in is how this guy got chopped up.

Now,this here shows that the
cell burst from the inside out.

Gives me nothing.

Frostbite can do that.

- Oh,like climbing a mountain?
- Yes. Exactly.

The water in the cells
crystallizes and explodes.

I have got an absolutely
fascinating clue to tell you.

Hey,hey,uh,you have to leave town.

- What? Why?
- No,fascinating clue first.

The pearl we found in
the victim wasn't a pearl.

- Why do I have to leave town?
- My father is here.

What was it then?

Carbonaceous chondrite. It's
what meteorites are made of.

Your father blames me for our break up?

Well,he has sort of a blind
spot when it comes to me.

So,I think you should just get out
of town until I can call him off.

Stop. Okay,stop it. Dead
guy. What about the dead guy?

It's obvious.

He was frostbitten while climbing
Everest,then struck by a meteor,

then dumped into a vacant lot in
two garbage bags,and eaten by crows.

All right,obvious. That's so obvious.

Hey,it's a start.

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Bones Season04
Episode19 The Science in the Physicist

The slowest meteorites travel
at 25,000 miles per hour.

I'm not just spouting useless facts.

You do not have a chance of recreating
those velocities with a glorified blow gun.

You simply want to fire
a cannon at a dummy.

You staying or going?

Another set of eyes and ears
taking note can never be amiss.

What possible information could this experiment
provide us that you couldn't get mathematically?

Mathematics is theory.

This is a real world recreation.

In order to prove what,exactly?

That a,uh,frozen person,
struck by a meteorite,

would turn into chili con carne.

NASA has no record of a
meteorite of this size and type

striking North America
at the time of death.

According to NASA,a meteorite matching
these characteristics is right here in DC.

I'm all set up and everything.

Your experiment is not pertinent.

So,you found out where
the meteor came from?

- From the solar nebula.
- All right. Anything more current than that?

Fire in the hole!

What the hell was that?

We're okay. Everything's fine.

We should get out of
here before lockdown.

- Let Cam deal with it.
- Yeah...

You know you're grounded,right?

So you think the piece of meteor we
found in the murder victim came from this?

Yeah,it's an exact match.

The silicate oxide ratios
are indistinguishable.

- Well,you've heard of Landis Collar,right?
- Sure I have.

Blind guy,world's leading
expert in superconductivity.

Do you even know what
superconductivity is?

I know it's better than
normal conductivity.

Agent Booth,Dr. Brennan,I'm Christopher
Beaudette,Senior Scholar here at the Collar.

- Shall we?
- Yes.

So you work in superconductivity?

Uh,no,Agent Booth,I'm doing research
into generating power from earthquakes.

Groundbreaking.

That was a funny joke.

Yeah,and one I've
never,ever heard before.

Are these people here smarter than you?

That would depend upon how
one defines intelligence.

I'm Landis Collar.

- Thank you,Christopher.
- Landis.

And I'm Special Agent Seeley
Booth,this here is,uh...

Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Is that clicking noise attached
to your blindness,Dr. Collar?

Yes. It's a prototype.

Sonic echo-locator.

It allows me to...

apprehend my surroundings.

Have you forgiven me?

Forgiven him?

I was turned down for a
fellowship here at the Institute.

No,no,that is not true.

Your anthropological research was rejected,
because it looked at the past,not the future.

Ad aeterno. Ad gloriam. Ad posterus.

To eternity. To glory. To the future.

Right. Then why say your motto
in a dead,ancient language?

- Okay,Booth.
- How can I help you?

Uh,this-- Well,put your
hand out,I'll-- There you go.

- What Agent Booth has given you...
- I know what it is.

It's a piece of my meteorite.

That's impressive for a blind man.

I know because I had it made for Diane.

Diane?

Dr. Diane Sidman,my fianc�e.

The meteorite was set
in her engagement ring.

Well,that would explain the gold flecks.

What's happened? Is Diane all right?

When was the last time you,uh,saw Diane?

A few days ago.She was ill,
which is understandable,

- considering the pressure she's under.
- Pressure?

She's Editor in Chief
of the Collar Journal--

perhaps the most important venue for
scientific publishing in the world.

Please,what has happened?

We have discovered some human
remains,which contained...

what is most certainly your
fianc�e's engagement ring.

We'd like to talk to anyone who may have
interacted with Diane before she disappeared.

You must speak with Diane's students.

Chief amongst them,Jennifer
Keating and Milton Alvaredo.

I'll have Dr. Beaudette
bring them to you.

If you need anything
else,I'll be in my office.

My God,Dr. Sidman is dead?

We have not yet made a
positive identification.

When was the last time
you saw her,Milton?

Um,I suffer from a kind
of chronological dyslexia,

which makes it very difficult for me to place
discreet events accurately on a linear timeline.

This one's all yours.

What exactly are you working on?

I'm endeavoring to find a way to
transmit single cell organisms,

using common pond scum,
from one location to another.

You ever try a spoon?

I've had some success vibrating two
separate samples of single cell scum

in complete symmetry on a quantum level.

That's very impressive.

You wouldn't understand,Booth.

Of course I do. "Beam me up,Scotty."

Very good,yes. Exactly.

Dr. Sidman must have been eager
to publish that in the Journal.

Very excited,yes.
Pending a few questions.

Is this publishing thing important?

- Publish or perish.
- I mean,is it motive?

- For murder you mean? Definitely.
- Definitely.

But only on the level of vengeance.

Killing her would not reverse the
decision unless of course the person

who killed her wanted to
take over her position.

I last saw Diane when Jennifer
asked us to stop arguing so loudly.

Jennifer Keating? Dr.
Sidman's other grad student?

Yes. Jenny works in
cosmogenic isotope research.

It can make her cranky.

This place is making me cranky.

I asked Milton to quiet down,not Diane.

I would never get mad at Diane.

Why?

She's Editor in Chief of the Journal.

Publish or perish,right?

What were they arguing about?

I have no idea. Could've
been about anything.

Landis encourages a free exchange of
ideas and it can get pretty intense.

You specialize in
cosmogenic isotope research?

Cosmogenic?

It's a new way of dating
artifacts using 14C isotopes.

Through accelerated mass spectroscopy.

Oh,that'd make me cranky,too.

I can't imagine that your
project excited Diane Sidman.

"Vene,vidi,vici." Look to the future.

Carbon dating is all about the past.

You're right.

There was no way she
was going to publish me.

This time next year,I'll be
looking for post-graduate work.

Is that the last time
you saw Diane Sidman?

Yes,three days ago.

Why? Is something wrong?

It is possible that she is dead.

Bones account for approximately
15% of the mass of a human being.

Given that the total bone mass
here comes to,uh,8.9 kilograms,

that would suggest a human
being who weighed approximately

59.33333333 kilograms.

131 pounds. Well,it
matches the victim's stats.

Oh,it's Diane Sidman all right.

Dr. Saroyan got DNA confirmation.

There are no other particulates outside
of the gold flecks and meteorite.

What did I tell you?

That we aren't allowed in the
same room without supervision.

Why?

Because we were stupid enough
to fire a cannon indoors.

And?

******* I'll leave.

There's a deep pitting in these bones,which
may or may not be connected to the fractures.

Also,I excluded wood
chipper as a possibility.

How?

Whirling blades would create
parallel and evenly spaced fractures.

These patterns appear
to be completely random.

Even more puzzling,
they are unusually clean.

What if the cellular damage and the
fractures were caused by the same thing?

The cells could have burst as a result
of ice microcrystals having formed

if the body was rapidly frozen.

You mean freeze the body
and then shatter the bones?

Liquid nitrogen?

You have my permission to confer
with Dr. Hodgins on the subject.

Uh,in the same room?
Yes? Just to be clear.

Any damages come out of your pay.

As requested: Diane's work area.

Looks like somebody cleaned it out.

Oh,no,Booth,Dr. Sidman was
a theoretical physicist.

She didn't do experiments,she figured
everything out through equations.

Diane was a member of the
Large Hadron Collider team.

Isn't that-that thing in Europe that's going
to create a black hole and end the universe?

There's only a very small chance
of that actually occurring.

And yet,Diane received a
number of death threats.

Diane Sidman's role was important
to the Large Hadron Collider Team?

The effort to find the Higgs-Boson
will be set back months.

- The God particle?
- What that's?

A theoretical particle which
explains why matter has mass.

Mass and matter aren't the same?

Well,come on,don't look
at each other like that.

I bet neither one of you know
how to make your own beer.

You realize you just said "don't
look at each other" to a blind man?

Do you have records of
threats made against her?

Yes,ever since one of our scientists
was attacked for his work in cloning.

Milton Alvaredo suggested that we look at whoever
was going to replace Diane Sidman as Editor in Chief.

That would be the Senior
Scholar-- Christopher Beaudette.

You can understand how
that makes him a suspect.

I'll tell Sweets to look into the threats
and see if they're worth following up.

If it matters,Diane and Christopher
were also enjoying a sexual relationship.

If it matters?

I thought you were going to marry her.

At which time,by mutual agreement,Diane and
Christopher's sexual relationship was to cease.

Completely rational.

Except for the completely
insane part ******

I'll be right back,Dr. Beaudette.

My opinion,it's a good thing they
didn't accept you at that place.

Why?

It's creepy. Everyone there is creepy.

Well,if you think they're creepy,
then you must think I'm creepy.

Well,you have a creepy mode,Bones.

Very interesting man.

Highly self-aware. Major
league smarty-pants.

Ah,right,little brain checks
in,the big brain checks out.

Uh,I don't know what that
means-- little brain,big brain.

He freely admits that he had an ongoing
sexual relationship with the victim.

That little brain.

But... he denies ever having
been "in love" with her.

What's with the hooked fingers?

Well,he said "in love"
very sarcastically.

Like it was something that
happened to "lower primates."

Okay,who else was he sleeping with?

- I didn't ask.
- Why does that matter?

Because maybe not everybody
is so,you know,"adult,"

you know,or "rational."

Or,hey,"clear thinking."

Or "heartless" as him.

That was a lot of quotation marks.

So,sexual relationships are pretty casual
over there at the,uh,Collar Institute,right?

We're young,close quarters,
we stimulate each other.

Who else were you sleeping with?

Jennifer.

Who was also seeing Milton.

So,is it possible that Jennifer was
trying to get rid of a romantic rival?

By that retrograde manner of thought,

Landis could have killed
Diane for sleeping with me

or I could have killed Diane
for sleeping with Landis or...

Milton could have killed Diane
for sleeping with me and Landis.

Ladies and gentlemen,what I
propose to show you today is

how our victim's skeletal structure
came to shatter into tiny bits.

Mr. Nigel-Murray.

He enjoys this way too much.

*********

*****

Which is minus 21 Celsius or
minus 346 degrees Fahrenheit.

It's unnecessary to say
"degrees Celsius." It's implicit.

When I drop this supercooled turkey...

Once again,technically
not "supercooled."

it'll shatter into hundreds
of bits on the concrete floor.

Shards are gonna fly in
every direction,so... Ready?

Three... two... one!

I'm okay.

It's just a glancing blow.

I'm Dr. Lance Sweets.

I work for the FBI as a
psychological profiler.

Psychiatrist or psychologist?

He's just a psychologist.

Uh,the point is,I looked through over
800 threats made against Dr. Diane Sidman.

You,Dr. Mullins,are the only person
I thought merited questioning.

Using psychology?

That's correct.

You might as well have
picked my name from a hat.

Normally,I'd agree.

But your disapproval
of Dr. Sidman's work

makes me wonder if you're
a religious fanatic.

No. Like most reasonable
human beings,I'm an agnostic.

You have a doctorate in
physics from Princeton,right?

Yet you work as a welder.

Welding is a real job.

Unlike psychology.

How can a reasonable human being
with a physics degree honestly believe

that a particle accelerator in
Europe is going to create a black hole

which will destroy the solar system?

Would you like a list of Nobel
Laureates who agree with me?

The odds are one in 50
million. Slight,I admit.

Too high when you consider
the loss of not only humanity,

but the only planet in the
cosmos that we know for certain

is capable of generating
and sustaining life.

Um,I hate to say it,but I'm
totally with him on this one.

Would you kill someone
on 50 million to one odds?

Kill someone? Who's dead?

Diane Sidman.

Of the 800 threats I studied,
106 of them were from you.

Evidence indicates that
Diane Sidman was frozen

using liquid nitrogen
after she was killed.

Then her body was dropped and shattered.

Ridiculous. A frozen
cadaver would simply bounce.

Any moron should know that.

The point is,as a welder you
have access to liquid nitrogen.

My IQ is 162.

What about it?

I'm smart enough to know when
to shut up and ask for a lawyer.

Except I've got one last thing to say.

Knowing that Diane Sidman is dead,

I'm going to sleep about 50
million times better tonight.

I got here as soon
as I could. What's up?

Lab results from the CBC
and biopsy on our victim.

Abnormal proliferation of leukocytes
in the thoracic and lumbar bone marrow.

These numbers are fatal.

She died of leukemia?

Diane Sidman had a full
physical two weeks ago.

Guess what?

Clean bill of health.

How does a perfectly healthy young woman
Leukemia doesn't just appear in two weeks.

leukemia***

What about radiation?

There's got to be some source of radiation
in that place that could cause cancer.

Someone accidentally
irradiates this poor woman,

and then covers it up by freezing her and
then smashing her remains into little...bits?

You know,ironically,intelligent people have been known
to commit murders in ludicrously complicated ways,

virtually ensuring their capture.

Isn't that...

Uh,it's Angela's dad.

It's not uncommon for men to
fear their lover's male parent.

You know what creeps me out?

The way that English people say "lover."

You know,attacking Vincent like that
clearly indicates that what he said is true.

The man is from Texas.

He told me that if I messed up...

uh,I don't remember
what he said exactly,

but he mentioned the key,"G Demolish,"

and it sounded pretty bad.

The blues is known as the Devil's music

because those most adept are thought
to have made a pact with the Devil,

and thus fear no earthly law

because they're already
doomed to eternity in hell.

Harsh.

Thank you,Vincent.

I-I feel much better now.

I happen to have a great deal of
insight into the whole blues culture.

I could talk to him for you.

Yeah,thanks,but,uh...too late.

Have you found something?

The posterior of the T-seven.

It looks very smooth.

This indentation could very
well be the result of a tumor.

The possible source of
Diane Sidman's leukemia.

A tumor this size,over two weeks,

would require a radiation source
of between 1,000 and 5,000 REMs.

And that would have burned the
victim. We would have seen that.

It must have been a
steady exposure over time.

The woman spent almost
all her time at work.

Everything's coming up clean.

Nothing?

Nope.

There should still be some
evidence of radioactivity.

There is nothing
radioactive in this room.

I don't know how you wear these things.

Hot suits.

What?

right there.

What are you doing,Bones?

Well,this stain here must have hit Diane
Sidman almost exactly where the tumor formed.

You're testing me on the cancer chair?

Well,you're wearing a suit.

Plus,it's not radioactive anymore.

We're going to need to take this chair.

No,no,no! You don't just go around
doing human testing on people,Bones.

I got to go to the bathroom.

Well,I touched it with my bare hands.

See?

You may be wondering why I'm
going through these bones again.

Probably because you feel bad that Dr. Brennan
found evidence of a tumor that you missed.

The average chocolate bar
has eight insect legs in it.

So-- she said hopefully--
metaphorically,you're looking for insect legs?

And I may have found some.

These cylindrical notches
on the left clavicle.

See?

Two of them,yes.

They may be stab wounds.

Okay. We'll have Dr. Hodgins check
them for microscopic particulates.

If he hasn't lit out for Timbuktu yet.

The discoloration in the
fabric was not radioactive,

but because of your suspicion,I
tested for daughter isotopes.

Daughter isotopes?

Daughter isotopes are what's left
behind after radioactive isotopes decay.

So,there was a radioactive
isotope on Diane Sidman's chair.

Yeah,a strong one.

Is anyone at that place
doing cancer research?

No,it's not that kind of place.

Yeah,right.

"To eternity,to glory,to the future."

You disapprove of the Collar Institute?

Up and forward are only two directions.

Science should look in all directions.

You taught me that.

I did?

Every day.

Thank you.

- Okay,hold on. Just get the door.
- What?

Get the door.

- Open it.
- Now?

You got to be kidding me.

You know,it's like Club
Med Mensa around here.

What are you laughing at?

You know,most people-- you bust in on
them having sex with a gun,you know...

it kind of disrupts the mood.

Perhaps they decided to start
all over again from the beginning.

It's just sex,Booth.

It's not that. Look,I'm not a prude.

Well,you have what they
would call hang-ups.

You know that guy,Landis?

Yes.

He's about to make a move on you.

How do you know?

Because it is the rational and smart
thing to do,and he is all about that.

And I see how he looks at you.

How he looks at me?

He's blind.

That's too literal,Bones.

His fianc�e was just murdered,and
he's already moving on.

Well,she's gone.

He has accepted it.

Look,good people,they
leave marks on each other.

The least we could do is let
them fade away naturally,not,

you know,scrape them off or
paint over them with new marks.

So,you're not a prude?

Moi?

Hey,I am a very fun and,uh...

very sexy guy.

So,you just think that if two
people care about each other,

they leave metaphorical marks which
should be allowed to fade naturally?

You heard me,but you
just didn't understand me.

I wonder that about you all the time.

My apologies.

Were you looking for me?

We need to see your
radioactive isotopes.

Hey,how you doing there,pal?

Huh,did you knock one out of the park?

I'll be off then,Jennifer.

Good-bye,Milton.

Thank you very much.

You're more than welcome.

"Thank you,Milton."
"No,thank you,jennifer"

Everyone is so polite here except
for the murder and the cheating.

We can get a warrant for the
isotopes if that's what you require.

That won't be necessary.

I don't know what use
you could have with these.

I haven't used them for months,but...

Something wrong?

Some of my vials are missing.

We'll need to know how many people aside from
yourself had access to them in the last month.

Everyone in the institute had access.

Everyone.

This guy is good.

He really is.

Why would a guy like you
play on a street corner?

Well,I guess that depends on
who exactly you think I am.

I'd like to speak to you about Hodgins.

I'd like to help.

No,thanks,son. I can handle
Hodgins all on my own.

Oh,no. I mean,I'd...I'd like
to help with the situation.

See,I'm a psychologist.

It's kind of my mojo.

You misunderstand the term.

What I meant was...

Vincent pointed out that each break appears to
have happened at the weakest part in each bone.

X rays bear me out on that.

The most damage was done
to the weakest bones:

the anvil,the hyoid,these
points on the spine.

I don't get what that means.

Essentially,the skeleton broke
apart at the weakest points.

The way a building would fall
apart during an earthquake.

So...

the victim was killed--
we're not positive how yet--

then frozen,then shaken until
all the bones fell apart?

Not shaken.

Vibrated.

Vibrated until the frozen
bones shattered like crystal.

Hodgins!

Don't sneak up like that.

I could put out an eye on my microscope.

You got to run.

You talked to Angela's father.

Oh,God. Well,what did he say?

I have no idea.

But he was very...

he's got a very disturbing
affect-- sinister.

I am not scared of him.

Okay,okay. You know that whole...

that whole "sell your soul
at the crossroads" thing?

I'm buying it.

You got to run for it,man.

I told you so.

Yeah.

Hey,you know what? I secretly
had a thing for Angela.

Now it's gone.

Like-like...wiped
from the memory banks.

So,it had to be Milton Alvaredo,right?

Why?

He's the one who's working on transporting
matter through vibrations,right?

You understood that?

He kills Dr. Sidman,flash-freezes her,and then tries
to transport her to outer space,the moon,whatever,

and ends up with frozen chili con carne.

I'm very impressed,Booth.

Yeah,well,you know,I've
learned a lot from you...

and a lot from watching the
Discovery Channel with Parker.

Milton Alvaredo is not our only suspect.

Jennifer Keating.

Well,I mean,her only motive is revenge,

and,you know,like you
say,that's just not logical,

and despite her being,you know,a sex
kitten scientist,she's still logical.

No,not Jennifer Keating.

Chris Beaudette.

His project concerns extracting
energy from earthquakes.

Plus,Dr. Collar is working
on echolocation for the blind.

So,basically,we're back to square one.

Well,I suggest we find an apparatus capable
of shattering a flash-frozen human cadaver.

- Apparatus.
- Yep.

Right,gotcha.

Hello?

Dr. Earthquake?

Okay,so,tell me what
I'm looking for here.

Any apparatus that might facilitate
the creation of a sonic standing wave.

Right. Tell me what
I'm looking for again.

You're leaning on it.

Right. I knew that.

All right. Look at this.

All right,I'll just get,uh,Forensics
to,uh,look for blood.

No,there won't be any blood.

The remains are frozen
solid by this point.

The natural frequency of the human
body is between three and seven Hertz.

Humans have natural frequencies?

Naturally,that would increase
dramatically if the body is frozen solid.

Forget it,Booth. We're in
a high pressure chamber.

That door can withstand
a force of at least...

- Oh,no.
- Oh,no? What oh,no?

We have to get out of here.

We have to get out of
here or what,we'll explode?

Booth,what we have to do here is,we have
to try to counteract the-the wavelength.

The what?

It's not working.

If we stop,our brains
will turn to pudding.

Booth?

Hello?

Booth,are you okay?

Are you all right?

- Can you hear me?
- What?

- Are you all right?
- Oh,I'm all right.

How about you?

I called paramedics. They
should be here any second.

Landis pulled us out.

I heard shots.

Booth,are you okay?

it was my shooting that saved our lives.

You should have been dead
in five to seven seconds.

Bones,it was my gun.

My sonic interference idea worked.

It wasn't your siren...

Can you hear me?

- Bones,it was my gun.
- If I hadn't started interference,

we'd be dead before
you started shooting.

You two might want to try
resting before communicating.

Don't need to be deaf as well as blind.

What?

- All right,now,this notch you found in the clavicle?
- Yeah?

I found minute traces of
graphite,clay and copolymer.

Pencil lead?

Which,of course,is not lead at all.

Uh,is that even possible?

All right,say a fairly heavy
mechanical pencil,right?

To the windpipe,or
the carotid--

victim dies,is deep
frozen,and then shattered.

Uh,the,uh,freeze-dried chunks are swept into
garbage bags and dumped for birds to eat.

Oh,no,please. You keep it.

I don't think I could ever regard
it in the same manner again since...

Thank you very much.

I warned the man,Angie.

I told him if he hurt you,he
would have me to contend with.

Did you take off your
glasses when you said it?

I definitely did.

It was a mutual breakup.

Were you hurt?

Dad...

Could he have stopped it?

Yeah. Yeah.

But so could I.

Well,his daddy can come
down and kick your ass.

I can't do everybody's job.

I wish you wouldn't.

Okay,Sweet Girl.

I will ameliorate my
vengeful intentions.

Ameliorate?

Honest?

Honest.

Honest as a Texas sundown.

One of you killed Diane Sidman.

And tried to kill us.

I think we can rule out sexual
jealousy as a motive for this murder?

Of course we can.

Yeah,of course we can.

wait a second. Why? Because these
robots don't feel like humans?

No,because radiation poisoning is
the opposite of a crime of passion.

Well,my people say that Diane Sidman
was stabbed to death with a pencil.

Well,indicating that the murderer suddenly
became impatient,or approached a deadline.

You figure out that deadline,you'll
figure out your murderer.

Well it has to be the publishing
deadline from the Journal.

Look at this,huh?

Found blood in your resonance chamber.

Obviously,you can't see
that,but it's right there.

That's not blood. That's not blood.

Luminol means blood.

There's no evidence of smearing.

If the murderer had seen
blood,he'd have cleaned it up.

Luminol reacts with copper,iron
peroxides and cyanide.

Which provides for a
number of false positives.

Vegetables,fruit pulp.

Cleaning agents,insecticides.

Various
glues,rust-remover,ketchup,seaweed,sap,algae.

Is this luminol stuff ever useful?

I'm just asking because,it...

Yes? It is?

Fine. I'll shut up.

Booth?

What?

Luminol reacts with pond scum.

So?

Right.

Right.

Pond Scum Scottie.

You're our guy.

You're under arrest.

Knew it all along.

Let's go. Come on,up.

Oh,God!

That's for killing my fianc�e.

One person to your left,Dr. Collar.

My apologies,Agent Booth.

My echo-locator must
have malfunctioned.

This may not be the
most apropos time,but...

Oh,here we go.

Here we go,what?

I was wondering...

Could I have your phone number?

Told you.Really?

I...have been considering how to respond
if you asked,and have decided upon no.

- I can go,right?
- Yup.

'Cause I have some actual
save-the-world work to do.

Dr. Collar.

- You okay?
- Yeah,I'm all right.

You know what? You're the only
smart person I really like.

Thank you.

Oh,that's...What-What
about...What about me?

So,Diane Sidman agreed to publish Milton
Alvaredo only if he shared credit with her.

Right,so she said that he was using
his theories about the God Particles...

Particle. There's only
one. I'm just saying.

Right. Particle to
vibrate the pond scum.

He gives her cancer,but
she lives too long.

Yeah,then he,uh,kills her with
a pencil and feeds her to crows

so he doesn't have to share a credit.

Wow,that is cold.

And creepy?

I didn't mean to call you creepy.

You said I have a creepy mode.

I apologize,okay?

Look,I wasn't in my element.

Well,every element is your element.

No,that is not true.

Okay,listen.

We just got to stop
hanging out with geniuses,

because you're gonna figure
out that I'm really stupid.

What? Don't worry about that.

I figured out a long time
ago how stupid you are.

What I just said is true,and
yet,it really sounded wrong.

What I should say is that I
don't care how stupid you are.

It's not any better?

No. No. Not at all.

- Okay,well...
- I mean,it's not even rel...

There is intelligence,which
I have,and Mr. Nigel-Murray.

Oh,thank you.

- And Sweets,even though his is so misdirected as to be meaningless.
- right

Backhand full of knuckles
with that compliment.

And Hodgins.

And Angela...

not so much,but she's very talented.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

But then there's another quality,which
is the ability to use intelligence.

That is what you have.

Thanks,Bones.

Hey,wait a minute. Speaking of
Hodgins,has anybody seen Hodgins?

No.

Oh,God.

* He was caught,he was bound *

* In la casa de Calaboose *

* He was tried,he was found *

* And readied for the noose,but
the break he would make...*