All language subtitles for Bones S07E12 The Suit on the Set

Next summer, learn how

one tibia can topple an empire.

Blaine Conway
and Cherie Redfern are

Lister and Reichs.

From the best-selling author,
Temperance Brennan, comes...

Bone of Contention

Action so intense
you can feel it in your bones.

I-I gotta say, that was really

some pulse-quickening action
right there.

I mean,
you guys a-are awesome.

Uh, Blaine,
what's it been like

playing a role like
Special Agent Andy Lister?

Awesome.

Awesome!

N-Now, Cherie,
the-the role of Dr. Kathy Reichs

must have been
quite a departure for you.

Actually, no, not at all.

I feel like, in many ways,
I could be Dr. Reichs.

The only difference is maybe
she went to college?

But other than that,

our essence is
very, very similar.

Awesome.

I know you have to
get back to filming.

Um, we can't wait to see
the movie.

Bone of Contention,
Summer 2013.

You-you can
feel it in your bones.

Feel it in your bones.

What is this for?

Publicity.

Apparently,
the movie is awesome.

Apparently, everything is.

How come they didn't interview

the actors playing
the other scientists?

I mean,
they're just as important.

Don't worry,
I'm sure they will, Dr. Hodgins.

Can we see
that first part again?

Them blowing up?
Yeah.

Because it's awesome?

It actually kind of is, yeah.

None of this was in my script.

What? What are you
talking about? That's all you.

The studio just wanted
a couple of tweaks.

They do this all
the time, Bones.

Let me tell you, these
donuts are amazing.

Look, I have the utmost respect
for your work, Dr. Brennan.

Really.

You have a fire
in an ice palace.

Where did that come from?

The grease fire you had
in the diner that you wrote?

I just tweaked it a little bit.

Why did you change the name
of the Jeffersonian?

Washington Institute for Science
and Knowledge gives us

that cool acronym: WISK.

Right? They work at WISK.

The focus group loved it.

What's that
big green wall?

That's a, uh, little
visual trick.

Here, look at this.
Come here.

This is how it's gonna look like
in the movie.

Watch this. Ready?

Look at that.
Isn't that cool?

Wow.

Look at that, Bones!

You got a monorail!

Right?

What is the holdup here,
people?!

You're making me
wanna fire someone.

I'm a little shiny, Jocco.
Just a minute.

Maybe you shouldn't let
so many people polish you.

Oh, back off, Limpy.

Hi, Dr. Brennan.

I'm Mandy Oh,
VP of Production.

We are so honored
to have you visiting.

Oh.
And you must be Agent Booth.

Oh... great donuts.

So if there's anything you need,
any questions...

Uh, well, I was wondering

about, uh, some of the changes
to the script.

Wonderful, aren't they?

Well, actually, there are some
mistakes in the science that...

I'm sorry. I have to take this.

Hello, Brad?

How is the most talented man
in the world today?

Okay, places, everyone!

This is for picture!

This is exciting.
Whoa, look at this.

Okay! Let's make some magic!

Hey.
Give us a bell.

Oh, wow.
I'll take this.

Rolling.

And background.

And...

action!

What do you think, Bonesy?

This look like
an accident to you?

No, this was
definitely no accident.

The victim suffered
a penetrating trauma

to the chest bones,
followed by

a massive cardiacal eruption.

"Cardiacal" is not word.

It's what? Well, let's
just-just roll with it.

I could extract
the medial epicondyle

and have the WISK team run tests
to see if she was a member

of Dimitri's terrorist group.

The medial epicondyle
is not in the chest.

This pollen...

our victim was near
the olive grove.

He wouldn't be able to tell that
with just a magnifying glass.

Oh, let's take a closer look
and then we can look at...

Wait! Stop! Cut! Cut!
Oh!

Ow! No, no.
Oh, God. Oh, no.

What, uh... stop.

Ow! No, Bones.

Cut.

Oh, geez.

What's the problem, Jocco?

Um, I have no idea.

She's just excited.
She's very excited.

She's been waiting
a long time for this film.

Don't you want it
to be accurate?

You can't just rip open
a chest cavity like that,

and the dialogue...

I... don't care.

Okay? I'm the only one
that says "action,"

and I'm the only one
that says "cut."

'Kay?

Right! Reset!

Reset!
Back to one.

Props?

We're gonna need a fresh corpse.

Hey.

So Brennan read
the new script

and the other lab members
are still in there.

Yeah, but not in any of the big,
new action sequences.

I just think it would be cool
if they gave us one, too.

Us?

Well, you know,
our fictional us's.

Well, yeah, honey,

but no one would know
who we are anyway.

Michael Vincent would.

You're kidding.

You want them
to put your character

in the movie more
because of our son?

Is that too pathetic?

No, honey, that's...

you're the sweetest father
in the world.

Listen,
whatever is going on

out there in La-La Land,
it's all make-believe,

and nobody can do what you do.

Well, that's true.

It is.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

How did the dialogue
get so mangled?

I thought you had
a technical consultant.

Oh, we do.
We have the best.

Uh, Doug? Dougie?

Oh!

Oh!

Hello, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.

Filmore?

Have you tried
the miniature quiche?

It's delicious.

You know each other?

We worked a previous
case together.

This man is a podiatrist.
Wow.

I hope you don't ask
for a raise.

Marty! How's my raging bull?
I'm sorry.

None of this is my fault.

Jocco doesn't care
if the science is accurate.

He just wants everything
to look good in film.

Ugh, I find this
rather disillusioning.

I did, too,

until I got my first paycheck.

Finally, right?

Places! From the top.

Get the corpse ready.

Oh, my God!

What now?

This thing smells, Jocco.

Yeah, well,
hold your nose.

Let's go.

Wow, that smell is
familiar, Bones.

Wait, you two sit down!

Security!

Frank, get them
the hell outta here!

Put it back! FBI!

Take it out! Director!

FBI! Put it back!

Take it out!

This is not a prop.
This is a real dead body.

What?

Oh, my God, oh!

That's a real body?
Are we allowed to use a real body?

♪ Bones 7x12 ♪
The Suit on the Set
Original Air Date on May 7, 2012

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I hear Dr. Brennan
sent pictures.

Yeah.

At first,
I thought she was joking.

Looks like

a prop, right?

A really good prop.

Do we know who it is?
Not yet.

No one's been reported missing
on the movie lot.

She wants me to start
a facial reconstruction.

Hey, maybe if we
solve this case,

they'll put us
in the movie more.

I think we're getting
ahead of ourselves.

This isn't even
our jurisdiction.

It could be.

That's it.
I'm shutting down the movie.

No, no, you can't
shut down the movie.

I'll examine the remains.

It's what I do.

Mike here is
the head of security.

He says we need
to shut down.

LAPD should be here
any minute.

But the FBI is already here.

That should be enough,
right, Booth?

Huh?

Heat from inside the closed
body bag sped decomposition.

I agree.

I put time of death
between 90 and 100 hours.

The victim appears to be male,
mid-40s...

God, stop touching it!

The press on this is

going to be a nightmare.

Why does everything
happen to me?

Why don't we solve
this murder?

No, no, no, no, no.

We can't do that! No.

Please? You know
that we can.

Dr. Filmore
can assist me.

It was more cost-effective
for production

to rent real equipment
than to build look-alikes,

so this is actually
a fully-functioning laboratory.

And you are a federal agent.

You can claim jurisdiction.

You know the department
will back you.

Please? Please?

I've been dreaming of making
a movie my whole life.

Are you gonna let
one little decomposing corpse

get in the way of that?

Okay. Let me do this.

Okay, so tell you what:
you don't want bad press?

Why don't you have
the real Reichs and Lister

solve the murder for you?

Makes for a great story,
doesn't it?

Give him whatever
he needs.

If you solve this, remember:
it was all my idea.

Clooney?

You are such a rascal!

Wow.

I feel like
I'm looking at our lab

after a heavy night of drinking.

It's actually
state-of-the-art here.

I helped them rent
the equipment.

Which would explain the
abundance of podiatry equipment.

There's a profusion

of perimortem bone damage
to the arms and the torso

as well as... a skull fracture.

Okay, could you direct
the camera

closer to
the left costal margin?

Based on staining
of surrounding tissue,

I'd say cause of death
was a punctured aorta.

He bled out.

Excuse me.
Dr. Brennan?

Oh, Mr. Summers.

Dr. Saroyan,

this is Mr. Summers.

He plays Dr. Yagher,

the Hodgins character.

Nice to meet you.

You, too.

Um, Dr. Brennan, you...
we will be on call

if you need anything.

Fine.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I just...
I forgot some stuff up here

and they said I could get it
if security escorted me.

If you don't touch the remains
or the surrounding surfaces.

Seems that
the compound fracture

to the victim's
left seventh rib

could be what punctured
his aorta.

I'm seeing

bits of foliage
on the victim's shoes.

That's from a lauraceae family,

probably laurus nobilis,

if I had to... guess.

I can't believe
that this is a real dead body.

I can't believe you
identified the foliage.

Oh, I have a doctorate
in botany,

and one in microbiology,

and I dabbled a bit
in entomology as an undergrad.

That's how I got this part.

I wasn't intimidated
by all the lab speak.

I don't understand.

If you have a useful talent,
why are you an actor?

Well, acting's always been
my first love,

and love always wins out
in the end, right?

Kind of like a methicillin-
resistant staph infection.

Oh, got to admit,
I do miss the science sometimes.

Anyway, uh, good luck
with your investigation.

Dr. Summers,

where did you do
your graduate work?

UC Berkeley.

My advisor was
Dr. Lily Jacobson.

I know Dr. Jacobson.

Have you ever used
a GC mass spectrometer?

All your actors have
criminal records here.

Mostly drugs, drunk driving,
domestic disturbances.

They say it's part
of their process.

Oh, right, and you say
your security's tight here?

Well, it's tough
to get on the lot,

but once you're here,

you can pretty much
go anywhere.

What about leaving, huh?
You check the vehicles?

Uh, random searches, yeah.

Huh.

Well, so the killer
probably hid the body here

because it was too
risky to move it.

Hmm.

Whoa! Look at that, huh?

Hey-hey, Ox-Bow.

I love that movie.

Wow!

Marilyn.

I know. It's a nice change
of pace from the Bureau.

"Bureau"?
You were in the Bureau?

Yeah, five years
as a special agent in Chicago.

Then I had my daughter,
and she's three now.

I make twice as much here,

the sun is always shining,

and we got a spot opening up
if you're interested.

Me?

Yeah.

Nah, I don't really think
I'm cut out for this place.

That's how I used to feel,

but you've got kids too.

You should think about it.

And you can surf before work.
I do every day.

All right, before I call
the movers,

I'd like to check out the alibis

of all the people
who had records.

Okay, this way.

All right.

I can't believe I'm actually
working with The Jeffersonian.

Neither can I. This is not fair.

His ookey room is
ookier than mine.

Hodgins.

Do you even have any idea

what the first species are
to invade a decomposing body?

Um, calliphoridae and
sarcophagidae, right?

You pick that up from
the movie dialogue?

No.

All right, I've been using

a dichotomous key here
to identify the samples.

I'm gonna send that to you,
see what you think.

Has Agent Booth run
a background check on you yet?

Honey, Brennan and Cam spoke
with his graduate advisor,

so play nice.

He's touching evidence.

How do we know
he's not the killer?

Cam, is that
Dr. Saroyan's first name?

Yeah. Why?

She looks so familiar to me.

Did she ever live in New York?

Yeah, for over ten years.

Maybe we crossed paths there.

Okay, you were right.

The foliage on the victim was
laurus nobilis.

Fine. One correct answer does
not a scientist make.

Yeah, no, no, of course not.

It was probably a lucky guess.

Okay, the facial reconstruction
is done.

Here is our victim.

I'll tell Brennan to run this
through missing persons.

You don't have to do that.

I know who that is.

That's Hanson Stevens.

He's the
head of the studio.

How could someone as important
as a studio president

not be reported missing?

Oh, maybe Angela
made a mistake.

It's unlikely
with such a pristine skull.

That topiary is remarkable!

It looks just like a cello.

This place is like a park,
don't you think?

I mean, it's so
beautiful out here.

Now, Christine,

she loves the beach.

If we lived out here,

we could probably go
to Disney Land

almost every day.

But we don't live here.

Excuse me, I need to find out

whether a certain type of
foliage can be found on the lot.

Is that something
you can help me with?

Oh, uh, I just do
what she tells me.

We've got a species map
in the office.

Just call my extension,

Valerie Rogers,
head groundskeeper

Thank you.

Did you do all these, uh..?

Yes.

She is Picasso.

Fernando, when you finish those,

you can mow the west lawn,
okay, please?

I just did it yesterday.

Well, not that well.

I'll get that map
out for you.

Have a good day.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stevens is busy.

Really?
I want to go in that office.

I'm FBI. You see, this is
a real FBI badge.

And Mr. Stevens loves
the FBI.

He's got an Al Capone movie
in development,

but he is busy today.

So you're telling us

that Hanson Stevens is inside
that office right now?

Of course, but as I said...

I'm sorry,
Mr. Stevens is unavailable.

Can I have him return?

Sure.

Write out all your questions

and I'll upload them
to his tablet.

"Tablet"? This is ridiculous.

No, you can't go in there!

Mm-hmm.

There's no one here.

So what do you have to say
for yourself now, huh, sport?

Can I get you a beverage?

Bottled water?

Wheat grass?

No blood. Doesn't appear
as if he was killed here.

It says here
you used to work for an agent,

then you got fired
for assaulting him

and trashing his office.

He made me sleep in a kennel with
his dog when he went on vacation.

A kennel?

Victim's cell phone is
still here.

We should upload the contents
to Angela.

I'll have our I.T. guys help.

I didn't kill
Mr. Stevens.

I was just covering for him.
I swear.

He's telling the truth.

Two, three times a year,
Hanson would go AWOL..

Nick would deflect calls,
I'd cover the meetings...

Where would he go?

Who knows? He'd grab
whatever actress

he was sleeping with that week

and take off on a corporate jet.

Mr. Stevens may have
had his failings,

but he turned
this studio around.

Yeah, he had help, Nick.

No, I-I'm just saying.

I love Hanson.

Right.

Gonna need to know where
you were last Friday night.

Nick has logs, don't you?

Yeah, you too.
I'd like to see your logs, too.

All right, now you gently

swab the damaged edge

of the bone, and just put that
into the solution.

Just... gently.

And there's really enough trace

to indicate
the makeup of the weapon?

If we're lucky,

and if you're competent.

Well, I have to be. I am playing
a genius in the film.

Yeah, that, you are.

That, you are.

Now,
once that syringe is ready,

I want you to stick that
into the injection port

on the mass spec.

Good, and now just depress
the plunger.

Done.

Okay.

Mother Suckers!

I beg your pardon?

That's why Dr. Saroyan looks
so familiar!

Invasion of the Mother Suckers
was this awful,

low-budget movie that I did

when I first moved to New York.

There was a girl in it,
looks just like Dr. Saroyan.

Weird, huh?

Very.

Oh, hey, got the results.

Uh, traces of copper and zinc.

That's brass.

Brass, foliage...

and
Invasion of the Mother Suckers?

Huh.

The fractures
to both patellas suggest

the victim was knocked over
with substantial force.

Hmm, and the injury to the
frontal bone would indicate

that he hit his forehead

on some sort of brass
protuberance during his fall.

Hmm.

And the remaining fractures?

All caused
by posterior-to-anterior force.

I'm pleased to see
that your foray

into another pseudo-profession
like film consulting

hasn't dulled
your scientific acumen.

Thank you?

I'm going to spend some time
with my daughter,

but I will be reachable
by cell phone.

Preeminent scientist,
best-selling author,

and now, devoted mother.

I sometimes think you appear
in my life

for the sole purpose
of making me feel inadequate.

You give me far too much credit,
Dr. Filmore.

You're perfectly capable

of recognizing
your own inadequacies.

You know, the criminal records
are not surprising.

The entertainment industry has
its own set of norms.

Not only is bad behavior
rarely punished,

it's often rewarded.

Wow, why does your office

look like the command center

in some
super villain's submarine?

I don't know.

I guess my bobblehead bobby
wasn't flashy enough.

Well, I still think that
it's an excellent idea

to question people there.

The actors might suddenly see
their fictional world as real.

It might work
to your advantage.

Right.

Let me ask you a question.

Um, do you think
Bones would be open to,

I don't know,
living on the West Coast?

Where did that come from?

I don't know, this, uh,
this job opened up...

In Los Angeles?
Yeah.

Less risk, more money.

I mean,
now that we have a family,

that seems right, and the more
that I think about it,

for me, it's...

Whoa!

Wow!

I do my own stunts,
but you are awesome!

What the hell are you doing?
I coulda killed you. Get up!

Unbelievable!

No sense of mortality at all.

Completely delusional.

Oh, who's the big head?

It's the FBI shrink.

I was just trying to show him
how I'm gonna play Lister.

I mean, this guy's, like,
Steve McQueen, man.

I gotta do him
justice.

"McQueen"?

Oh, yeah.

That's funny you say
that 'cause...

Agent Booth, you were going
to ask some questions?

Right, right.

So, Mr. Conway...

Blaine, dude. Blaine.

We're both FBI, right?

No.

I checked out your alibi
for the weekend,

and the people at the hotel
in Santa Barbara?

They have no record of you.

I can't use my own name.
I'd get mobbed.

You don't seriously think
I killed Hanson?

You have a record here
for drug use, assault.

Dude, I was just trying
to get on TMZ.

So I slugged
a few people.

Look, everybody hated Hanson.

Jocco hated him;

Cherie used him
and then hated him;

everybody in publicity
hated him; Mandy hated him...

Yeah,
everybody hated him.

Okay, great, you know what,
I'm gonna check out your alibi.

You stay close.

Sure.

Can I have my gun?

Yeah.

Hey, right?

You.

You're good.
Look at that.

FBI! FBI!

You see
what I gotta deal with?

Drop your weapon!

His belt buckle says "kooky."

I can see the McQueen thing,
though.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Little bit. A little bit.

There was nothing of value
on Stevens' cell phone,

but I did notice
that he subscribed

to a remote backup service.

Which means that
even if something was erased,

you could access it
via the backup service?

Exactly.

Here's a call from
Friday, 8:47 p.m.,

which is the night
he disappeared.

It was deleted later.

Hey, it's me.

I'm not gonna get screwed
by you again, Hanson.

If you want to apologize,
I'll be here all night.

Otherwise, you're dead to me.

Well, that certainly
sounds hostile.

Yeah, it came from the studio.

I ran the extension
through the studio directory...

"Liam Toynen,
Bungalow 314."

Isn't he the guy who rewrote
Dr. Brennan's script?

Yes, he is,

and the studio I.T. guys
flagged him

for searching
questionable websites,

and there's this.

"The Perfect Murder."

Yep.

Looks like this one wasn't
perfect enough, Liam.

Bart! It's Bart Simpson!

Hey, look at that!

Hey, Bones, come on,
take a picture

of me and Bart
for Parker, huh?

Booth, Bungalow 314.

What?

And look.

What are you doing?
The sprinkler head?

The shape could match
the victim's head injury.

Made out of brass, right?

Yes, but it's clean.

How about that one over there?

Blood.

Blood.

We heard your voice message
to Hanson.

Yeah?
Yeah.

So... what, you've never been
angry with anyone before?

Why are we talking
on the set?

Because this is official business.
Okay.

And so, this is almost
my official office.

Right, Bones?
Sure.

On the voice message,

you asked Hanson Stevens to come
to your bungalow late at night.

It's not a polite invitation.

Yeah. He was trying to get me

to do a draft
of a script for free.

I don't work for free,

so we had
a little bit of a disagreement.

Maybe you had that disagreement
outside the bungalow,

because that is where he died.

What?

Let's take a look
at this, huh?

"How To Commit
the Perfect Murder."

Why were you looking
at this Web site?

What? Okay, that's research.
I'm-I'm doing a thriller.

Don't you do research
on the Internet when you write?

Oh, I-I do, actually.

So what happened when
Stevens showed up that night?

He didn't show up.
That's the thing.

He usually comes by,
apologizes, and you know,

gives me a few hundred grand
to finish the draft.

A few hundred grand?

Yeah.
For what?

I'm in demand.

But you were
on the lot that night?

Yeah. I was writing your thing.

You didn't hear any fighting
outside or anything?

Look, guys,

I would be an idiot
to kill Hanson.

Okay, the guy paid me buckets
to write crap.

Hey.

Crap? You're writing my film.

Sorry to burst your bubble,
but the only reason

that he greenlit your film was

to get into Cherie Redfern's
pants, so...

Oh.

The ice palace is stupid.

Yeah, it is dumb.

So...

It is kind of dumb.

Stupid.

This is a still from
Invasion of the Mother Suckers.

Oh, my God,
that's Cam.

We have to get our hands
on a copy of this movie.

Yeah, absolutely,
but I thought you said

that this was out of print.

You're telling me
you have millions of dollars

of computer equipment,
and you can't rustle up a copy

of Invasion
of the Mother Suckers?

I'm on it.

I met Hanson

at a charity event
four months ago.

He was so charming,
we just clicked.

Right.

And after you clicked,

he offered you the lead
in, uh, Bone of Contention.

Yeah, but he respected
my talent.

I'm not one of those actresses

that just sleeps her way
to the top.

Right.

Right. I don't think he
was treating you right.

I mean,

he did offer you a role
in his next film,

but he gave the lead

to Jennifer
Garner, right?

Well, I'm not gonna lie.

Hanson could be a real bastard.

But I'm not the only one

who felt that way.

That skank Mandy has wanted
his job for two years.

She's probably refurnished
his office already.

Mi amor.

Wait! Wait! No, Nando,
please don't.

- Wait.
- Oh.

So, you're sleeping
with him, too?

Huh?

Why do you say it like that?
Because I'm a gardener?

And what does he mean
by "too?"

Who else can give you
what I can do?

I don't know. Can you offer her
a lead in a film?

Can we just save this
for later, please?

I'll have you know,
I'm produced in Mexico.

Two films.

One went to Sundance.

Right, so then, you probably
know who Cherie here

is sleeping with.

Well, I mean, how am I gonna
say no to Hanson?

It is a simple,
one-syllable word.

Excuse me. Psst.
I'd like to know where

you both were last Friday night.

Oh, uh, I was on set
filming all night.

You can ask Jocco.
Jocco.

How about you,

Sundance boy?

I was at a Robert McKee
writing seminar.

I have receipts.
Great.

Okay, we'll check all that out.

You two, stick close, okay?

Good luck, kid.

He was going to give my
role to Jennifer Garner.

What was I supposed
to do, mi amor?

Please? Mmm.

Oh, Dr. Brennan, good.

I noticed a roughness on two of
the victim's left metacarpals.

And upon magnification,
it became clear

that there were minute shards
of debris imbedded in the bone,

and it looks like glass.

When Barry returns from filming,

see that he and Dr. Hodgins
analyze the shards.

Mm.

Oh, what's that?

It's a map of the studios.

I just got it
from the groundskeeper.

I've shaded the areas

with the laurus nobilis foliage,
which we found on the victim,

but none is near
the murder site.

The murder took place
on a surface covered with grass,

a scenario every
forensic podiatrist dreams of.

I can make sonographic
representations

of all the impressions
made in the underlying dirt,

then reconstruct exactly
what happened in the attack.

But the crime scene
is five days old.

People have been walking on it.
No problem.

Are you afraid that I,

humble podiatrist
and overpaid film consultant,

might uncover information
that you couldn't?

This is not a competition,
Dr. Filmore.

Oh, yes, it is, Dr. Brennan.

So, uh,

Mike-- he, uh,
offered me a job.

What, here?

We live 3,000 miles away.

That doesn't make any sense.

Double the pay,
oh, less danger.

Except for the killings.

One every now and then
will keep us fresh.

Besides, the other night,
you said you loved

looking at the ocean
from the hotel.

I do, as long as I don't think
about the fecal contamination

from improperly handled run-off.

Right. It's true.
It's a bad idea.

What did you find?

Oh, oh, so, I tracked
down the director.

He's now a high school
teacher in Pittsburgh.

But he just sent me an e-mail

that he has a copy of
Invasion of the Mother Suckers

in his garage.

Yes!

Excuse me?

Yoo-hoo.

Sorry. Are you ready?

Oh, my God.

What are you wearing?!

It's called
the Gait Replicator.

Yeah, he's going

to recreate what happened
at the murder site.

We're linking up

his Robo Cop suit

into the Angelatron.

And the Replicator
can mimic exactly

the height, bone structure

and the weight distribution
of the victim.

When I walk
on the pressure-sensitive,

computerized mat,

every step I take shows up
on the grid on the Angelatron.

We cross-reference it
against the topographical map

of what happened
at the murder site.

Then we factor in soil density.

And then we extrapolate which
ones came from the assailant.

That is... that is... brilliant.

I know!

Dr. Brennan will be
green with envy.

We'll be able to reconstruct
the entire murder scenario.

I'm gloating.

I apologize.

Canadians shouldn't gloat.

Angela took Dr. Filmore's

data and discovered that Stevens
was running from someone.

Well, some thing, actually.

They found partial tire tracks.

So, you're saying
that Stevens got run over.

That would certainly
be consistent

with the nature
of his injuries.

The car knocked him
into the sprinkler head,

causing the skull fracture,
breaking his rib,

which punctured his aorta
and killed him.

Okay, so, why are we here?

Based on bone density

and fracture depth...
Yeah.

...it was a small,
light vehicle.

Bones, look at the leaves.

Right under
the front fender, huh?

Looks like Mandy Oh

really wanted that job.

Uh-oh.

Oh, that's funny.

Do you get it?
Mandy Oh. Right.

You cannot seriously

be accusing me
of killing Hanson.

The tire width
and the bumper height

are consistent with the injuries.

Turn that off.

It's the Board of Directors.
I am next in line for...

I know. And Hanson Stevens
stood in your way.

Who did you talk to? Nick?

That little brown-nose
who thinks he knows everything

'cause he went to Harvard.

Ever think he killed
Hanson because he wants my job?

A circuitous, but creative
motive for murder.

I could use that
in my next book.

Look, I don't see

why you don't just arrest
the Mexican gardener.

On what charge?

He and Stevens were both
shtupping Cherie, right?

And he's probably
illegal anyway.

You are being incredibly racist.

Not incredibly.

Fernando's alibi checked out.
It was strong.

How do you explain the damage
to your car

and the foliage
in your undercarriage?

That probably happened
last week.

Hey, you! Bush lady!

Remember last week
when I swerved

into the giraffe
'cause I was texting,

and you got all hysterical
and said that I hurt its leg?

Yes. I'm sorry about that.

I apologized.

Could we get a cutting

of the foliage from
that giraffe, please?

Sure.

Is she in trouble?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

These leaves
from Mandy Oh's car--

they don't match the leaves
found on the victim.

So, I guess

she was telling the truth.

Hey, how's it coming
with the fragments

that were embedded
in the victim's hand?

Still waiting on the results
from the mass spec.

I got to tell you, Barry,
you're doing a great job.

Yeah?

You know, you should have

a much bigger part in the film.

I mean, seriously,
where would they be

without the bug
and slime guy, right?

Tell me about it.

You know, they don't even
understand my dialogue.

It was really interesting.

Dr. Reichs,
the Papilionoidea pupa pertains

to particulates presented
primarily postmortem.

Damn.

That is a beautiful line.

Right!

We're so unappreciated.

You know, I've been pushing
to get you guys a cameo.

How cool would that be?

I don't know. I mean...

I'm not an actor,
but if you really need us.

I mean, it's not set in, um...

Hey, results!

Hey, it wasn't glass.

It's aluminosilicate.

What's that?

Aluminosilicate is used

to make the screens
for smart phones.

Thanks, Cam.
I'll tell Booth.

Here you go. Mmm.

You are eating an excessive
amount of donuts on this trip.

Right here. These are
amazing donuts.

They're from this place
called Huckleberry's.

Never had 'em before.

It's probably one of the best
donuts I've ever had ever.

Oh, are you done?
Yeah.

Cam says it seems like
the victim's hand slammed

into a cell phone
when he was run over.

But we already have
the victim's cell phone.

Maybe he's got two phones.

The back-up server.

If Stevens used it
for one phone,

maybe he used it for both.

Just make sure
Angela has all the accounts

to all the cell phones, okay?

Sure.

Now you really should
have a bite of this donut.

So, they were right.

Stevens did have
a personal phone,

as well as a
business phone.

Now, I'm still

downloading the backup
from last Friday night, and

all I've got are
some texts, but look.

"I'm aching for
you, need it soon."

No wonder
movie dialogue is so bad.

Yeah, he sent that
to Cherie Redfern.

Look at her reply.

"Sorry, baby, not tonight--
filming late."

It came.

Invasion of the Mother
Suckers is ours.

Now, it's on
actual film stock,

so we need to get a projector.

No.
What did you just say?

Cam, nothing, hi.

Oh, my God, I was hoping
that Barry wouldn't remember.

You have to destroy that.

No, no, no, no, this
is the only copy.

I was about to
start med school

and I needed the
money, and I'm...

Oh, my God, I have never been
this mortified in my life.

Cam, you might want
to look at this.

Wow.

Stevens took some
video with his phone

on the same night he died,
apparently.

That's Cherie Redfern's
trailer.

Yeah, and that's Jocco Kent--
the director.

So Stevens was
spying on them.

Apparently he had
good reason to.

Tell you what,
she is open to it.

Good.
Yeah.

And just so you know,
the job has its perks.

Nobody asks us any questions
if you catch my meaning.

Right.

So this is the first murder
you've ever had?

Let's make it your last.

Hey, Jocco, pal, let's talk.

I'm shooting.

No, we're not shooting.

We're gonna cut.

Stop, cut, stop.

Just, whatever it is you say,
stop.

All I'm trying to do
is make some magic,

a little bit of magic in an
otherwise sad and cruel world.

Why is that so difficult?

Why? Because someone
has been murdered.

And now my film
is being murdered.

How is that fair?

You know what?

Reset, from the top.

Mr. Kent...
No, no "Mr. Kent."

I said I want
to talk to you now.

That means stop.

What are you going to do,
arrest a man that's grossed

a billion dollars in
the last five years?

Great idea-- stand up, put
your hands behind your back.

Let's go.

Really?

Back off.

Geez.
Are you okay?

What are you doing?

I'm in character.

I figure it's what you'd do.

What?

Ho, ho.
Wow.

What happened next, huh?

Stevens, did he confront you?

No. I didn't even
know he was there.

Oh, I heard something,
and then...

Are you telling me,
Cherie was sleeping with him.

Huh, you really thought
you were the only one?

You drive and MG,
don't you Mr. Kent?

Yeah.
65.

Why?

Because it's a small car
and Stevens was run over

by a small car.

Were gonna have to examine your car.

Are you sure,

she was sleeping with Stevens?

Throughout history,
creative people,

have commonly indulged
in a highly sensual livestyle.

It's called
the artistic temperament.

Yeah, but I really liked her.

Empathy.
Now.

I'm a selfish bastard,
I know that.

But it's all I have.

People only like me,
cause I'm rich,

and famous.

Yes. You don't seem to have
any other attractive qualities.

There was something
else about that night.

Shouting.
By the bungalows.

And you're
just telling us that now?

Yeah. I mean I thought it
was a film shooting.

I'm not use to real things.

Right.

Thanks, another crazy
Brit in Hollywood.

I'm telling you.

The vehicle was executing a turn,
when it ran over the victim.

Right.

I guess the killer
would have had to turn,

so he didn't run
into the bungalow.

You know, if I highlight
the bone damage,

I can estimate a turning radius.

Could either, the mini or
the MG, have done this?

I'll pull up the specs.

No. Whatever ran him over had

an even smaller
turning radius.

I'll have studio security run
a list of the vehicles

that came on the lot
on Friday.

Okay, and I'll do
some more calculations

and see if I can come up
with a precise width

of the vehicle's wheel track.

The trunk of the elephant
has been grafted back on.

Stevens must have ripped
the elephant trunk off

so he could look into...
Cherie's trailer there, huh?

Uh... these leaves are
the laurus nobilis.

That would explain the leaves
that were found on his suit.

Since the cambium layers

look like they never dried,

I would estimate
that these branches

were sealed together within
an hour of being severed.

Same night
Stevens was killed.

Get away from that.

You'll ruin it.

She's just
been grafted.

Yes, the night
that Hanson Stevens was killed.

I don't know anything about
that, but it's taken me

seven years to get her
to look like this.

Booth.
Yeah.

This cart is exactly
the right size.

Get away from that.

The turning radius--
i-it's small enough to cause

the fracturing
I saw.

Looks like Picasso is upset

that someone's messing
with her artwork.

I'm a little lost here.

You saw Stevens

tearing the trunk off this
elephant, huh, didn't you?

Seven years of hard work
down the drain.

Whoa, blood
beneath the front bumper.

So you go after him,
he takes off,

you get in the cart,
and you run him down.

The blood and the cart
tie you to the murder.

Well, Stevens wouldn't
even apologize.

He said he was going to fire me
for yelling at him.

But I couldn't leave her

and all
the others.

They're my life.

We just caught a murderer.

We just caught a murder...

This is awesome.

I mean, not for you,
but these are awesome.

So the film is back on schedule.

And Mandy got the
publicity she wanted.

I tell you, this could be
a big hit for you.

Like what,
a dream come true, right?

I'm being silly,
aren't I?

It's just a
foolish film.

It's not-- come on,
you know what?

You can make millions
of people happy.

There's nothing foolish
about that.

Booth, you know, I've been
thinking, it is nice here.

I already turned down
the job.

What, why?

'Cause working out here, I
wouldn't be working with you,

and you're my partner,
always.

Okay, this is just wrong.

Come on, relax.

Have a donut-- I got
'em from Los Angeles.

Here, come on.

What I need is a beer--

like, maybe a whole case.

Oh.

- Oh, thank you.
- Oh, my God,

these donuts are amazing.

Right? They're amazing,
aren't they? I think

- it's because it's always sunny there.
- Okay.

- Ready?
- Okay, okay.

Sit, Sweets, sit.

Okay.
Okay.

Everyone ready?

Yes.

Here we go, it's showtime.

Let's go.

Okay.

Everybody, shh.

Oh, there she is.

That's you?

Oh, my God,
there she is, there she is.

No, no, turn it off.

No!

Hey, Rocky.

Glad you could meet me here.

Not as glad as I am, Cindy.

Cindy-- I love it.

Chick-a-bow-wow.

I love it.

I hope I can make it
worth your while.

Oh, yeah, baby.

- Oh!
- Okay, that's enough.

Yeah, nice fangs.

No.

Die, mother sucker!

Oh!

Aah!

Die!

What was that?

Oh.

I loved you.

Yeah!

Okay, that's it, that's enough.

"Die, mother sucker."

Yeah.
Wow.

"Die, mother sucker."

Whoo!

I love the movies,
I love the movies.

Bravo.

Since you all seem
to love film,

the studio has made you
an offer.

- Us?
- Yeah, they were really grateful

that we solved the murder,
so they wanted

you guys to be
in the film.

Are you serious,
really?

No.

No, th-that once
is enough for me.

Oh, come on.
Come on.

We have to.

A-Are you kidding me?
This is amazing.

I'm gonna be immortalized
for my son.

Have a donut, huh?

That's it.

Die, mother sucker.

Let's watch some more.
Callback.

When everything they loved
was about to vanish,

they went in search of justice
and found each other.

What's stronger-- their courage

or their bones?

You be the judge.

Conway and Redfern are
Lister and Reichs,

and next summer they're going
to save the world.

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