All language subtitles for Bones S04E24 The Critic in the Cabernet

Now this cab is young,
so limited finish, of course,

but still has a nice depth.

- I can taste cherry, a bit of ginger.
- Plums and cassis.

And a hint of dark chocolate. Lovely.

In another five years,
it's going to be an exceptional wine.

Yes, Bruce is a magician with my grapes.

Of course, he convinced me to sink a mint
into the vineyard

over the last two years alone.
But money well spent.

You're going to make Virginia
the next California, Sean.

Doc, wait until you taste the '97.

It's gotta be the best year
we've ever had at Bedford Creek,

- wouldn't you say, Bruce?
- Perfect balance of sun and rain,

- limestone and gravel.
- Thank you.

- It was a year one dreams about.
- Thank you.

Now, some sediment is normal,
especially in such a big wine.

Cheers.

- What the hell is going on, Bruce?
- I don't know, sir.

Something's in my glass.

My God, that's a human finger.

It's quite simple.

Whatever Agent Booth says,

you respond with whatever word
or phrase pops into your head,

and vice versa.

That's ridiculous. I can't properly respond
without careful thought.

Look, can't we just make it
a drinking game?

No. This is a valuable psychological tool,
Agent Booth.

When you respond viscerally, we can
get to the root of your emotional issues

and figure out
what binds you two together as partners.

- Donuts.
- Beg your pardon?

Donuts. Glazed donuts.
I can see them right there.

Because you had no breakfast.
You're hungry.

- I'm starving.
- Yeah.

- No, that's not the proper response.
- Of course, it is.

I'm explaining why he said donuts.

The point of the exercise is not to explain,
but to respond, okay?

- Children can do this.
- Because it's childish.

- Can we just try it, please?
- All right. Okay, fine.

Here we go. You ready?

Hunger.

- Sex.
- Whoa.

- Horse.
- Cowboy.

- Child.
- Baby.

- Booth.
- What? You think I'm a baby?

- You're a father.
- Mother.

- Birth.
- Happy.

- Sperm.
- Sperm? Isn't this getting a little weird?

No, keep going.

- Okay. Egg.
- I want a baby.

- Whoa!
- Horse.

- Wait. Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
- Yeah, we can stop here.

I actually found that quite interesting.

- You want to have a baby?
- Yes, I do. I just...

I just realized it. I should have a progeny.
It's selfish of me not to.

- Selfish?
- Yes.

- Don't you need a, you know, guy to...
- Just sperm.

- You'd be a very good donor, potentially.
- Me?

But you'd need to be tested, of course.

- What, is something wrong?
- Yeah! Okay?

You don't just go around asking
for people's sperm.

Yeah? No, I wasn't talking to you.

Right. Yeah, okay. On our way.
We got a case.

- Okay.
- Wait, perhaps we should discuss this.

I'm not conflicted,
if that's what you're concerned about.

- I've made a reasonable choice.
- In two seconds, over some stupid game.

This is a well-researched
therapeutic technique, Agent Booth.

Really? This happens all the time,
patients asking for sperm?

Yeah. No. Well, not this specifically,

which is why I think some discussion
is in order.

- Shouldn't we go? Don't we have a case?
- Yeah.

You're right. We gotta go. All right.

- This is all your fault!
- Okay, I know this was surprising, but...

You're the one
who's always touting parenthood,

implying that my life isn't complete
because I don't have a child.

- I know, but this is kind of sudden.
- Perhaps you don't want to help me.

- Of course, I do.
- So, you'll do it?

- I'll think about it.
- Well, I don't understand.

It's a simple request.
I'm sure you engage in masturbation...

- Whoa, whoa!
- Horse.

Enough. Okay, we'll talk about it later.

Well, I'm not asking for you to be involved.
All I want is your sperm.

That's a good one.
"All I want is your sperm."

- I never heard that joke before.
- I don't understand.

Yeah, okay. All right.

Just close your mouth
and point us to the body, okay?

The barrel's over here.

Dr. Granger said it was a human bone,

but that's impossible.
It's maybe an animal. A rat?

- That could happen, right?
- And you are?

Sean Mortenson. This is my winery.

And this is Bruce Hanover,
my viticulturalist.

The remains are human.

The cask has been sealed since 1997.
I did it myself.

The seal must have been broken
when the body was thrown in here.

Exposure to air turned the wine to vinegar.

Looks like a purple Smurf.

- Pelvic bone indicates a male.
- A rubber, purple Smurf.

Bones in vinegar leach calcium

and will become gelatinous
within three days.

That is actually cool.

This cask is filled with debris,
decomposed tissue and organs.

It all has to come back to the lab.

No. No.

Oh, God.

Liquefaction suggests he's been there
at least eight months.

- Scapula, clavicle.
- Fat globule.

We're all just one step away
from dissolving into the primordial ooze.

- Manubrium, ilium.
- Rendered brain matter.

- We got a sock, a belt.
- Molar, lateral incisor and canine.

And this is just goo.

Okay, I got a grommet, three nickels,
and, I am guessing, a chocolate Kiss.

Bingo! A chunk of liver.
Enough for a tox screen.

My guess,
you'll find a high alcohol content.

Tibia.

I've decided to have a baby.

Capitulum.

Wait. Baby, like a small human?

Yes. I know I've had no interest
in the past,

but neither did you, and you seem
to find parenthood very fulfilling.

Yes, I do.

And you brought this up now, why?

Well, I wanted to give you notice.

I'll be needing some time off
when the baby comes.

About six weeks, I imagine.

The staining makes it very difficult
to see any anomalies on the bones.

- Is there a father?
- Well, I'd like to use Booth's sperm.

- Booth? What do you know?
- If Booth doesn't work out,

I donate my sperm monthly. I have
a high IQ, excellent genetics and motility,

no emotional baggage.
I'm kind of a catch.

Okay. Down, boy.

Weren't we investigating a death?

- Oh, my God.
- Dr. Brennan wants to have a baby.

I offered my sperm, but she's leaning
more toward Agent Booth.

You're joking, right?

Booth and I discussed it in Sweets' office.
He's thinking it over now.

Although, I don't understand
why he'd be protective of his semen.

There are six evenly-spaced cavities

along the sides
of the frontal and parietal bones.

Wait, hand me that grommet you found.

Huh?

- Grommet.
- The grommet. Yes. Right.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

I can get you my little swimmers
at a substantial savings.

- Fisher, just scoop, please.
- Sure.

He had a craniofacial implant.

The way they're spaced, they're positioned
to secure a prosthetic hairpiece.

- Those are not very common.
- I'll strain for the rug.

If there's a missing person's report
on the victim,

it would definitely mention
a surgical hairpiece.

You can also replace the teeth
and the mandible,

and confirm with dentals.

- We heard right, didn't we?
- Baby. Yeah.

With Booth.

- Brennan?
- There's a fracture on the zygomatic,

- probably from a blow to the face.
- The guy is pickled, sweetie. He can wait.

You can't just announce
you're having a baby and walk away.

Fifteen thousand babies are born
every hour.

- It's not all that exceptional, Angela.
- Brennan, this is crazy.

Why? I'm intellectually gifted,
financially secure.

Statistically, I could expect to have
an exceptional child.

Fine. Yes, absolutely, but you do know
how this is supposed to work, right?

You get naked together, you devour
each other in a passionate frenzy.

Booth would think that would create
an emotional bond between us.

- Of course, that's ridiculous.
- I knew you'd understand.

Then why use Booth at all?

Why don't you use Fisher
and his discount sperm?

No. Booth has a larger mandible and
a more prominent zygomatic than Fisher,

as well as a more pronounced ratio

between the width of his clavicles
and his ilia.

So, it's because Booth is hot.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Statistically, attractive people
are more successful.

- I'm only thinking of the child, Angela.
- Then do this right, sweetie.

I am. Emotional ties
are ephemeral and undependable.

I mean, look at you and Hodgins,
you and Roxie, Booth and Rebecca.

- Booth and Cam.
- Brennan, I...

I appreciate your concern,
but I have thought this through, rationally.

This fracture hasn't fully remodeled.
It occurred within a month of death,

possibly from an attack.

The victim is Spencer Holt.
Missing almost a year.

He was a wine critic.

Apparently, he could destroy a vineyard
with one review.

Okay, everyone likes a dead critic.
I mean, there's...

We're gonna have lots of suspects.

So, why are you here,
and why didn't you just send an e-mail?

You and Brennan,
you're gonna have a baby?

She told you?

She told everyone.
It's probably on the news by now.

- I'm just donating.
- So, you decided?

- No, no! I am deciding. l-N-G, ing.
- I know you, Seeley. You're gonna do it.

You want to do it without really doing it,

but it's still doing it even if you're not
doing it the way it should be done.

She wants a kid, okay? It'll make her
more personable with people.

- And what will it do for you?
- She'll get what she wanted.

- A piece of you?
- Look at this.

Okay, Holt's wife filed
for a missing person's report.

Now, I have to go tell her the bad news.

- Sure.
- You done?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

So, apparently, Holt's wife was pregnant
when he disappeared.

- So, she's raising the child alone?
- I guess so.

You know, and no one thinks
twice about that.

There are millions of single women
raising healthy, productive children.

There was a domestic disturbance report
filed a month before he disappeared.

You know, if we go through with this,
and I'm around, and if you need help...

- Well, I'll have a nanny.
- I figured,

but, you know, if it's her day off...

- You don't have faith that I can do it?
- What? I didn't say that.

But you think I'd be a good mother,
don't you?

Yeah, of course.

Look, I know sometimes
you don't think I'm empathetic

and it can be difficult for me sometimes,

but I would love my child, Booth. I would.

I know. I know that, Bones.

I know people disapprove.

If you're uncomfortable,
Fisher sells his sperm monthly.

He's very intelligent and...

Fisher? Oh, no!
You are not having Fisher's kids.

You'd be giving birth
to the spawn of Satan, okay? I'll do it.

No obligation.
I don't want you to feel any obligation.

I'll do it. Don't worry about it, okay?
It's your kid.

- It's totally yours.
- I'm not worried about it.

I'm just saying I'll do it.

You hold out hope, but in my heart
I've known for months. What happened?

Well, we don't know yet.
We're still investigating.

He was found at Bedford Creek Winery.

- At Bedford Creek.
- You been there?

I'm the wife of a wine critic.

I've had to sit through tastings
at half the places in the country.

I don't even like wine.

Oh, God, I'm all covered.

- I'll get her.
- Bones...

Spencer always wanted me
to give up my carpentry business.

Said I smelled of stain. Ruined the bouquet
when he was tasting wine.

- Bones, you need help?
- No, no. I'm fine.

- You gotta help with the...
- Hey, hey...

- Jeez.
- You like spatial disorientation, don't you?

- Yes, you do.
- She likes you.

All Spencer could ever talk about
was having a little girl.

He would've made a good father.

Your husband also exhibited a facial
fracture that hadn't fully remodeled.

Yes, he tried to break up a fight
at the Wine Expo.

Mortenson was
going after Charles Dunwood.

- Mortenson from Bedford Creek?
- He's a real bastard.

- He and your husband didn't get along?
- No, Mortenson loved him.

Spencer gave his cabernet a 99.
No one gets that.

It was Charlie Dunwood Mortenson hated

because Charlie made
a cheap wine next door

and he wouldn't sell out to Mortenson.

- And you saw this fight?
- No.

They all deny it, of course,
but Spencer told me about it.

There was a domestic disturbance report
filed approximately one month

before your husband disappeared.
Can you explain that?

Our neighbor heard us arguing. That's all.
She called the police.

The report says it was more
than an argument, Mrs. Holt.

I threw some dishes, but not at Spencer.

It was just the pregnancy hormones,
you know? I would never hurt Spencer.

You don't believe the victim's wife?

I just think that we should check
with this guy Dunwood.

He might have a different story.

What about the owner
of Bedford Creek Winery?

Mortenson is rich. If he's involved,
we don't want to spook him

or he's just gonna hire
an army full of lawyers

to go make our lives miserable.

- Would you like legal protection?
- What?

With the child, so you feel secure that
I won't be asking for money or support.

No, I don't need legal protection.

- But if you do...
- I don't.

Okay, I've made an appointment
for you at the fertility clinic.

They will check your semen
for motility, morphology, sperm count.

My boys can swim, all right? I have a child.

- Do you remember?
- This isn't personal.

I'd be remiss if I didn't look
at an analysis of your semen.

It's a very simple process.
You just go to the clinic, give a sample.

It takes five minutes. They have
pornography, if you need stimulus.

- I get it!
- Okay.

You really liked holding that kid,
didn't you?

Yeah.

I've been thinking about how exciting
it will be to expose my own child

to early pattern recognition.

You know, they like singing and
when you make funny faces at them, too.

Yeah, of course.
I will make a diverse schedule.

When it doesn't contain human remains,
Bedford Creek makes an excellent cab.

Very full-bodied.
It's like an Australian Shiraz.

I only drink diet soda.

I'm hoping the preservatives
can add some stability to my life.

Here's a little pocketknife

and some glass fragments embedded
in the fabric from his shirt.

There's some scraping
on the anterior of this rib.

I got a gouge on the third rib
and one here on the sternum.

- You think he was stabbed?
- I can't tell from the incised edges

because the bones are soft and completely
stained from soaking in the wine.

Man, I can barely get wine stains
out of my shirt, let alone a skeleton.

But your shirt isn't composed of calcium.

Oh, my God.

I can clean them. This is weird.
Something good is happening.

Take a deep breath. I'm sure it'll pass.

The approximate weight
of the bones is 12.43 kilograms.

I'm gonna need 781 boxes
of denture cleaner.

A shame about Holt. He was a good guy.

One of the only critics
who didn't dump on my wine.

But your wine sells for $3 a bottle.

That's right, yeah. In a bottle or a box.

- It's a good, honest drink.
- It's good.

I didn't know
you knew anything about wine.

- It's good stuff. It's like the beer of wine.
- Holt got that.

He knew I wasn't trying to be more.

Holt's wife said
that he had to break up a fight

between you and Mortenson
from Bedford Creek Winery.

Yeah. Yeah, it was at the Wine Expo,
in the parking lot.

I told Holt to stay out of it.

I shoved Mortenson, all right?
The guy was in my face.

Holt got in the middle
right when Mortenson was taking a swing.

So, he took the hit.
Mortenson walked out, just left him.

- What was the fight about?
- My vineyard's next door to his,

and he thinks I'm an embarrassment.
He wants to buy me out.

He threatened some bogus lawsuits.

My family's been working those fields
since 1928. This is my life.

- So, you had no issue with Mr. Holt?
- Hell, no.

You know, if he were alive,
I'd pat him on the back.

For what?

For taking
that bastard Mortenson down a peg.

- Yeah, but he loves Bedford Creek Wine.
- Yeah,

but I heard he loves sleeping
with Mortenson's wife even more.

Is that what I think it is?

Were you thinking sodium perborate
and potassium monopersulfate?

Actually, I was thinking
Nana Shirley's teeth.

More like 781 sets of Nana Shirley's teeth.

Fisher says this'll remove the staining
from the bones.

Could. I said could.
There is no certainty but death

and the incomprehensible conundrum
that is life.

Fisher, have you ever just taken
a moment to forget yourself?

Watch, like,
The Three Stooges and just laugh?

Yeah, I never found humor in grown men

giving each other concussions
with construction equipment.

I tried.

Tox screen on the remnants of the liver
was inconclusive.

Yeah, the vinegar will obscure
just about everything.

But I did find some inorganic agents
mixed in with the liquefied tissue.

Might help us find cause of death.

I think I found stab wounds
on the ribs and sternum.

We'll know more
if we can clean the stains.

It's quite simple.
You just ejaculate into the cup.

Here we go, Mr. Booth.
You look a little flushed. Are you okay?

- Sure. Yeah, I'm fine.
- Sometimes men can feel awkward

knowing people out there
know what you're doing in here.

Thanks for that.

- You know what to do?
- You're kidding, right?

Okay. There are magazines and videos
if you need them. Enjoy.

Why are you here at the bank, Booth?
You've got a hot doctor friend.

Go to her and make a direct deposit
like a man!

That's impossible.

And yet we converse.

Look, a pile of porn! Delicious.

Give me a peek, Booth.
Just a little peek at a boobie, please?

What's your problem? You're threatened
by a cute, harmless baby?

Grow a set! You do want her
to have your baby, don't you?

Of course, I do. It's just...

I want her to have a baby
because it's what she wants.

And you can just walk away
like a heartless cad

while she changes poo
all by her lonesome.

- It's what she wants!
- Are you okay in there, Mr. Booth?

Yeah. I'm fine. Just fine, thank you.

Listen. Just go away now, okay?
I don't need your help.

You know, you're not a bad-looking fellow,
and if you just keep an open mind...

Go back to cartoon land
or wherever you came from. Leave!

You sure? I'm good at pretend games.

That was impossible.

- Agent Booth?
- Sweets, hey.

- How you doing?
- I'm fine. Great.

It turns out that the victim might have
been sleeping with Mortenson's wife, huh?

Jealousy, always a good motive.

Yeah, that's good,
but right now I'm more interested

in whether you decided
to inseminate Dr. Brennan.

- God, you know, don't say it like that.
- I'm sorry.

I'm interested in whether you decided
to provide your semen for her fertilization.

Saying it like that is worse.

Okay. Well, I could go with baby daddy,
but that seems even more...

I'm gonna do it.
Hey, I've already made the deposit.

That's right. Apparently, I am a god.

That's right. Motile sperm count,
28.8 million. I could start my own country.

Okay, then. Well, I'm sure you'll be
going through a lot of emotional changes

- because of this, so if you need to talk...
- Thank you, but it's her baby,

so it's gonna be her life
that's turned upside down. Not mine.

- So, you're not at all stressed by this?
- Sweets, I'm an FBI agent, okay,

and a former sniper. This is not
a life or death situation. You understand?

Yeah. Sure.
Well, if you need anything, I'm available.

I don't need anything, okay?

I am just doing what, you know,
anyone else would in this situation, right?

Like what?

Just...

I got a little, you know,
anxious at the clinic.

- Anxious?
- Anxious. Don't get all shrinky on me.

No, no. What kind of symptoms?
Shortness of breath? Light-headed?

- It's normal, right?
- Absolutely.

Sometimes donors can feel
an emotional attachment,

even if they don't know the recipient,

but in this case,
since you and Dr. Brennan are...

It's normal to imagine things?

Well, not pink elephants, but...

No. No, no, of course not.
Like, baby things.

- It'd be odd if you didn't.
- It'd be odd if I didn't.

You're my guy. That's all I needed to hear.
Thanks, Sweets.

- Thanks. I gotta go take care of something.
- No problem, anytime.

There are tiny fractures
near the coronal sutures.

We never would've noticed these before.

The denture cleaner
was an excellent idea, Mr. Fisher.

Now if I only possessed
rudimentary social skills.

They aren't really necessary for your work.

I wish my parents
were that understanding.

- You're gonna be a good mother.
- I would imagine so.

Evidence of hemorrhaging
on the underside of the fractures.

There was a perimortem blow to the head.

Brennan.

Okay. Booth is waiting for me.

Check the degree of hemorrhagic staining
to see if it was cause of death.

- If Booth is still reluctant...
- No, he offered.

28.8 million viable sperm
in a mere three milliliters of ejaculate.

As the feeling of inadequacy
makes me shrivel.

Spencer Holt was a big supporter
of Bedford Creek Wines.

- He was here for numerous tastings.
- Your little boy is adorable.

- Thank you.
- Phalanges!

- Dancing phalanges!
- Bones.

Right. Sorry.

So, you were sleeping with Spencer Holt,
weren't you?

- Subtle.
- Sleeping with him?

Of course not. Who told you that?

Seems like your husband
had quite the temper, huh?

- Charlie Dunwood, right?
- That is not your husband's child.

What? I think you should leave.

The bone markers bear
a clear resemblance to Spencer Holt.

- They do?
- Research shows

that babies strongly resemble their fathers
in the first year of life,

the evolutionary theory being
that they're less likely to be abandoned

if the fathers recognize themselves
in their offspring.

What is she talking about?

Does that mean
that your kid will look like me,

- at least for the first year?
- There's a high statistical probability, yes.

Excuse me.

I can compare these photos
against Spencer Holt's remains.

- The maxilla and nasal aperture...
- Stop.

- My husband could come in any moment.
- So, it's true?

Sean and I tried.

It's all about business with him,
but I really wanted a child.

Spencer understood and, one night,
after a little too much wine...

I appreciate everything Sean does for me,

- but Spencer was, you know...
- Kind?

I wish he had the chance to see his child.

So does his wife.

Maybe your husband found out
that you were having an affair

and he decided to get rid of Mr. Holt.

Seems like the kind of guy
who likes to get what he wants.

Sean has a temper,
but he would never hurt anyone.

What the hell are you doing, Kim?

We were just asking a few questions
about Spencer Holt.

You keep your mouth shut!

And, look, I told you everything
when you found him,

and we're not saying anything else
without our attorneys present.

Is that clear?

I tried to talk to Brennan
about that whole baby thing.

- She won't listen to me.
- Neither will Booth.

I guess all we can do is board up
the windows and hope the levies hold.

- It's none of our business.
- Exactly right.

- That kid is gonna be so cute, though.
- Please, we're gonna go nuts.

I bought it a little onesie today.

I got the results back on the inorganic goo.
It contains calcium arsenates.

- Arsenic?
- Yeah.

It was on his clothes
and mixed in with the tissue.

So, he was poisoned?

This isn't a high enough concentration
to kill him.

Booth said Holt's wife worked with wood
building play sets.

Arsenic is used
in stains and wood preservatives.

It's tough to wash off.

So, Jenny Holt found out her husband
was cheating on her,

stabbed him
and left us a chemical fingerprint.

Spencer traveled a lot

visiting vineyards across the
country, in Europe, South America.

That's why I waited
to file the missing person's report.

He was missing for 10 days.

You didn't even talk to him
during that time?

We had been having some trouble
in our marriage,

but we loved each other.

You knew he was having an affair
with Kim Mortenson?

Yes.

I knew about Kim,
but we would've gotten past it.

When the baby was born, we would have
gotten closer, like we had been.

Did you know
he was the father of Kim's baby, too?

- What?
- Yeah.

No, that's impossible.

Knowing that he was having an affair
was one thing,

but knowing he fathered another child
while you were pregnant,

that would put anyone over the edge.

I didn't kill Spencer. I loved him.

In your work,

do you use stains or wood preservatives
that contain arsenic?

There are traces, yes.

Arsenic was found on his clothes,
in his wounds,

in an amount that could easily
have been transferred

from the assailant during an attack.

Why would I leave my little girl
without a father?

Why would I do that to her?

Where were you for the 10 days
he went missing?

That was months ago. I couldn't tell you.
No one could.

All of the injuries to the ribs and sternum
had silica imbedded in them

which matched all of the glass shards
found in the wine cask

and on Holt's clothes.

Yes, these injuries
to the ribs and sternum...

Can you connect the impact points?

Why, you think Holt's wife was making
a design when she was attacking him?

There are three main impact points.

What if they were a circular pattern?

Okay. Well, a circumference...

The circle is nine and a half inches.

What is the circumference
of a wine bottle?

- My guess, nine and a half inches.
- Yeah, let's see.

Yep, nine and a half inches.

Okay, get some Bedford Creek Wine,

see if the bottle was sufficient
to cause these injuries

and hemorrhagic staining
at the coronal suture.

You know, a watermelon
is the same density as the human head.

I like the way you think, Fisher.

I have an appointment
with a fertility specialist next week.

I could be inseminated within a month.

Really?

You didn't tell Agent Booth?

Well, I promised him
he wouldn't have to be involved.

Right, exactly, you see,
because we have an arrangement.

Well, I thought that these sessions

were meant for you to see
how we interact as partners.

How does this relate?

You're using Agent Booth to have a child.

You don't see how that might
relate to your partnership?

It has nothing to do with our work.

Wow. Okay.

Let me just organize my thoughts here.

It's not like I'm going to be
bringing the child along

when we interrogate someone.

But you might decide to breastfeed.
It is healthier.

That's true.

So, yes, there might be some crossover.
I can see that now. I'm sorry. Go on.

I think you need to acknowledge

that there are some
emotional considerations

that you might be denying.

Like what?

There are sperm banks that guarantee
high IQs and exceptional physical prowess,

yet you specifically
chose Agent Booth. Why?

Well, he has traits like courage
and compassion and empathy

that would be tremendous assets
to my child.

Sperm banks don't catalog those traits.

Did you just say something nice?

No, I gave an objective evaluation.

Because it sounded like
you said something nice.

No.

How can you two not see
what's going on here?

Sweets, what is the big deal?

She was gonna have a baby anyway,
I mean, with Fisher.

Fisher! Okay? What would you have done?

Again, what I would've done
is not important.

But you, you admitted
to feelings of anxiety.

Look. You know what, Sweets?
You are crossing a line right there.

- I agree.
- No, I'm not, actually.

In my position, I could make an evaluation

that states that you two
are not suited to work together

because of interpersonal issues
that are not being dealt with.

- Ridiculous.
- Dreamer.

So, perhaps, until our next session,

maybe you should think about some
of the things that I brought up today.

It's confirmed by the modeling.

Yep, shards of glass found in the cask
have the same thatch design

as the base of the Bedford Creek bottles.

So, we know the bottle
was from Bedford Creek.

Then we don't have to do the experiment.

We have all the melons already, you know,
and the bottles.

Confirmation would be beneficial.

- We'd be remiss if we didn't confirm.
- Yeah.

Sorry, Mr. Holt.

That bottle was supposed to break.

Yeah, otherwise
the injuries make no sense.

You're sure a melon has the same density
as the human head?

Would I waste our time? Give me that.

I enjoyed that too much, didn't I?

It's important to love your work.

Maybe she hit him with the narrow end.

She was a carpenter. More strength.

I was going out to dinner.

- Would you like a towel?
- Very much.

The Bedford Creek bottles,
they wouldn't have broken.

But it would've smashed his skull.

But you said the design you found
on the glass

confirmed that it was
a Bedford Creek bottle.

Yeah. But these bottles wouldn't have
provided the injuries that we found.

So, after all this,
we have no weapon or cause of death?

Okay.

Oops.

Did you ever think what if Booth
is the perfect father for your child?

Not just his stuff, but him.

What if you're throwing away
the chance to have a family,

a real family, because you're scared?

Scared? Why would I be scared?
I've been to Rwanda, to Iraq.

Listen. You said you wanted to do
this alone because feelings are ephemeral.

So is life, Brennan.

We're here one minute
and then we're gone the next.

You should know that better
than anybody.

If you keep living
trying to protect yourself,

nothing is ever gonna touch you.

Sweets said that it's not his job

to tell somebody what they're feeling
or how they should live their life.

Lucky thing I'm not a shrink.

The bottles were counterfeits.

- Counterfeit?
- Yeah.

Even though the design was the same,

the glass found in the cask
had a lower concentration

of dolomite and magnesium dioxide
than the real Bedford Creek bottles.

Someone's been counterfeiting
Bedford Creek cabernet.

A bottle of Bedford Creek
sells for over 100 bucks.

So, if someone fills counterfeit bottles
with cheap wine

and ships out a couple thousand cases
saying it's from Bedford Creek,

- they can make some serious money.
- Yeah, exactly.

Now I also found
that the arsenic compound

I thought was from the stain
contained parathion.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Okay, we don't know what that means.

It's an organophosphate used
as an insecticide.

The only vineyard in the area licensed
to use it by the EPA is Dunwood Winery.

Charles Dunwood.

We found cases of this in your warehouse.

You were counterfeiting
Bedford Creek wine.

You charged $100 for a $3 wine.

Stupid wine snobs,
they don't even know the difference.

But Holt did.

He found out, didn't he?
He was going to tell Mortenson.

It was none of Holt's business.
I told him to stay out of it.

I needed the money
to fight Mortenson's bogus lawsuits.

I wasn't gonna let that bastard
take my place.

My family has been there for over 80 years.

Is this man a complete dunce?

Oh, God.

Booth, what is it?

Why doesn't he just clam up
and ask for a lawyer?

You, sir, are a boob!

Because some people,
they just feel remorse,

and they want to set the record straight.

Oh, please. He makes wine
a homeless person wouldn't cook with.

He never felt remorse about that.

Nobody asked you.

- Booth, who are you talking to?
- What's going on?

Nothing. Just go on.

I followed him to Mortenson's.

He had one of the bottles. It was late and...

And you cornered him in the wine cellar
and beat him to death to shut him up.

Blah, blah, blah. We know.

- Will you shut up? Shut up!
- Booth, who are you talking to?

So, are you gonna let her have
this baby alone?

- I didn't say that.
- You are!

You're going to abandon your child!

Night's deepest gloom washes over
my tiny frame.

No, no. I can't walk away. I never said that.
Okay, do you understand?

I can't walk away. This is my kid.

If I can't be involved,
I don't want her to have the baby.

And the sun shines again!
Good man, Boothie!

What the hell's going on here?

You shut up and don't move!
Booth, you're coming with me.

Hey, wait! Stop!

You're leaving a helpless child
alone with a killer! Stop!

- Hey, what is going on?
- I can't do it.

Listen, I have to be involved.

If I'm the father then I have to be a father.

You were seeing something in there.
What were you seeing?

Stewie. You know,
the baby from the Family Guy.

You saw Stewie?
In there, in the interrogation room?

So, what do you say about the kid?

Fine, I won't have a baby.

- Fine? That's it?
- No, it doesn't matter now.

We're going to the hospital.

- It's no big deal, okay?
- No, it is.

Booth, you had thought
you saw Luc Robitaille

and then the ghost of a dead friend
and now a cartoon baby.

Trust me, something is wrong. Trust me!

Come on. They should have
the CAT scan results by now.

They're getting a second opinion.

Well, then the other doctor
should've been standing by!

- Are you all right, Sweets?
- No! No, I'm not.

I'm not the level-headed shrink
at the moment.

I'm just the guy whose friend is in trouble,
and I'm having a hard time dealing with it.

Okay? I'm sorry.

- I just need a moment.
- Sure.

Man, just when you think
you know what's what.

Man, we can't take anything
for granted, can we?

Why is it so easy to forget that?

Ange, when we split, either one of us
could've stopped it. It would've been easy.

I know.

It'd be just as easy to begin again.

They think
it's a cerebellar pilocytic astrocytoma.

Oh, God. That sounds bad.

- Brain tumor. It's usually benign.
- Usually.

They are prepping him for surgery now.

Wow, so fast.

- They didn't want to take any chances.
- Go.

He shouldn't be alone
before he goes in there, Brennan.

I just wanted all of you to know,
statistically, he should be fine.

This isn't about me.

This surgery should take about two hours.

I was getting used to hallucinating.
It's gonna get lonely.

You're gonna be fine, Booth.
Dr. Jurzik is one of the best.

Would you come in there with me?
To the operating room?

No, I'll see you in recovery.

Come on, what are you gonna do?

Sit in the waiting room and read
all those old magazines for hours?

I'm not a neurologist, Booth, or a surgeon.

Yeah, but you're a genius.

That's good enough for me.

Plus, you'll know if they're screwing up.

I'll ask.

I'll let you know when we're ready
for that, too. Thanks.

Hi. Let me just take a look.

All right.

Excuse me?

Can we stop for a second?

Can you just give me a minute, please?

What's wrong?

- Listen, Bones, if I don't make it...
- Booth, you're gonna be fine.

Yeah, but if I'm not,
I want you to have my stuff,

- you know, for a kid.
- Booth...

I want you to.

You're gonna be a really good mom.

You're gonna be fine, Booth.
I'll be right here.

I'm ready.

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