All language subtitles for Bones S08E07 The Bod in the Pod

Okay, this is revolting.

Yeah, the garbage barge ended
up capsizing during the hurricane.

It all ended up
washing onto the coast.

Well, even without
the garbage spill,

coastal waters
can have

over 240,000 parts per
million of fecal coliform.

Fecal colorforms?
Is that what I think it is?

Oh, yeah.
Not to mention,

chemical contaminants
from illegal dumping, as well...

Right, right, right, got it.
Okay? It's disgusting.

Whoa-ho-ho! Is that thing
why they called us?

What the
hell is that?

We don't know.
It's a...

container of some sort.

Whoa. Filled with...

gelatinized human remains.

At first, I thought pod people.
Of course you did.

Hey, there are still a lot
of questions remaining

about the events
at Area 51, you know.

Do you know that UFO spottings...
Let's just

keep it close to Earth here,
bug boy.

Okay? Just simplify
the investigation.

It reminds me
of a ship in a bottle.

My dad gave me one
when I was little.

Right, so this, uh,
kind of brings up

all these warm and cuddly
memories for you-- that's nice.

I can't make out enough detail
to determine gender.

I have no idea what this is
made from or how he got inside.

There are no openings.
Based on...

angular eye orbits

and a large mastoid process,

the decedent is male.

Human?

Really?

Just being thorough.

I have a record
of my hours right here.

You keep very complete
records, Mr. Vaziri.

It's not as if I make
a lot of money,

so every little
bit helps.

Well, I'll check my records
and call payroll.

As soon as you can,
I'd appreciate it.

According to
my calculations,

I'm owed over $200,

and I have a special dinner
planned, so...

Well, a $200 dinner

must be very special.
Yeah.

I hope so.

I'll just need you
to sign these forms.

Hey, Cam,
I got another text

from your doctor boyfriend.
Oh, God.

I'm sorry, and he's
not my boyfriend.

Well, it sounds
like he thinks he is.

He wants me
to tell you to call.

I told him it was over.

I can't date
my daughter's gynecologist.

Every time we go out,

- I can't help thinking...
- It's okay.

It's okay, I-I get it.

Yeah, we all do.
I told him that it was over,

that I'm seeing someone else.

Uh, is there anything more
I need to sign?

No.

That is good, thanks.

I will call him...

again, and he
will not bother you

anymore--
I guarantee it.

You, uh... you didn't tell me
you were seeing someone.

Oh, I am.

I just don't like to bring me
my personal life into work.

Oh... so you still
haven't slept together?

That would be talking about it.
Come on, Cam.

I'm not going to tell anybody.

Working.

You're no fun.

That's not what he says.

Nice.

Brennan says that he's
a male, Caucasian.

I mean, age is impossible
to determine as of yet.

Of course.
This is amazing.

Yeah.

I thought pod people
were science fiction.

Oh, there are more things
in heaven and earth, Horatio.

Once we get him out
of there, I'll need

to separate the bones from
the decomposing tissue.

How are you planning on
getting him out of there?

Well, he seems
to have been sealed in somehow,

but I don't see a seam.

So, these two farmers
from South Dakota, right?

They claim to be abducted,

encased in this... in this
solid, glowing container,

and then deposited
into this landfill.

They had to be brothers.
Yes, 1963.

Very good, Arastoo.

They had a blood-alcohol level
four times the legal limit.

I'd like to believe

that the aliens were
wonderful hosts.

Are you gonna help me with this?

Why me?
Weird stuff is your area.

Bones are my area.

This is weird stuff.

Absolutely.

Man, this seems
to be some kind

of multilayered
organic polymer.

You know you're
gonna use the laser.

You don't have to
justify it to me.

Ready?
Yeah.

Here we go.

Ah... okay.

Whoa.

Wow.

That was really easy.
You know why?

Laser.
Yeah,

exactly, because
a good workman chooses

the correct tool for the job.

So, what now?
Do we just tip it over

and let it drain into a tub,
or insert a tube or...

Safety first-- we make sure
everything's safe in there.

Ah!

I have never smelled
anything like that before.

I mean, I suppose
that that could be, um...

Hodgins! Hodgins!

♪ Bones 8x07 ♪
The Bod in the Pod
Original Air Date on November 19, 2012

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
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His eyes are opening.
Hodgins, can you hear me?

He's breathing.
If you take care of Hodgins,

there's no reason for me
not to look at the remains.

Okay, how many fingers
am I holding up?

Three?

He spoke--
that's a good sign.

N-No, don't...

don't get up.

How long was I out?

52 seconds.

You timed me?

It's important to know how long

a person is unconscious-- under
a minute counts as fainting,

and doesn't necessarily
require hospitalization.

You hit the ground hard.

Does anything hurt?
Only my pride.

What got me?

The remains were trapped
in a primarily anaerobic

environment,
which caused

the flesh to ferment.

Carbon dioxide.
Oh, man.

Totally rookie move.

Anyone else feeling the effects?

Just me?

- Look.
- No, I'm fine, honestly.

Just go and I'll just...
I'll be good

as new in
a minute.

Blunt-force trauma to the
posterior plain of the occipital

with rough-edged abrasions.

- Likely cause of death.
- The decedent's

upper and lower

central and lateral
incisors are missing.

Yet the root's intact.

- Somebody smashed out his teeth.
- Oh!

Dr. Hodgins,
there appear to be

a number of different substances
suspended in the matrix.

I'm good. Totally fine.

Oof.
Do not fall

into the evidence, Dr. Hodgins.

It will only add
to your humiliation.

She didn't mean "add,"
because there's no humiliation.

Uh, I'm gonna filter out
that big stuff

and indentify it, but it looks
to me like it's...

wood splinters.

What happened?
Are you... are you okay?

Uh, Dr. Hodgins foolishly
inhaled noxious gases

emanating from
the remains and...

- he fainted.
- Not inhaled-- sniffed.

Now, come on, your kindness
is looking like pity.

Um, Booth wants me to do
a facial reconstruction ASAP,

so I'm gonna need
to take a look at the skull.

Here you go.
Oh, my, God.

Looks like I'll be
skipping lunch again.

Whoa!
Hodgins?

You know, smashing out the teeth
suggests that the murderer

was trying to make it difficult
to identify the victim.

Psychologically or
in the real world?

Was that a shot?
That sounded like a shot.

Please don't discuss the
case in front of Christine.

Listen, uh, Christine is asleep.

You can, uh... you can
read something a little bit

more mature
than Hooligan Bear.

Well, I... find I can't relax
until Little Louie is safe.

Maybe
it's mob-related.

You know, if they didn't want
the body identified,

then why'd they leave the hands?

You're still discussing the case.
Right.

You see, we... we try
not to talk about work at home.

Or home at work.
See, we believe a line between

work and life is important.

I'm sorry, I have
a hard time believing

Dr. Brennan can talk
about anything else.

She's got lots of interests.

Yes, I am currently considering

- writing a children's book.
- Oh, how are you

gonna fit a murder into that?

It was a joke.

Oh...

I get it.

It's funny because
a murder would be

inappropriate for a toddler.

You got it.

Why does your office smell
like Thanksgiving?

I'm testing my pod theory.

By roasting turkeys?

In a manner of speaking, yeah.

The pod containing
our victim's remains

showed the same
chemical properties

as normal types of plastic
sheeting, only harder.

See, after the victim was
murdered, right, the killer

wrapped the body in plastic,

then dumped it
onto the trash barge

where it was exposed
to direct sunlight.

The gases
from the decomposing body

caused the plastic to expand.

Yeah, the heat, coupled
with the bacteria and lipids,

combined to create a catalyst
which hardened the plastic.

And we may actually be able to
figure out how long our victim

was stewing in that pod
before we found him.

You solved
the "body in the pod" mystery.

I'm not gonna ask why
it smells like turkey in here

because I'd like
to enjoy Thanksgiving,

for the rest of my life.

What we're doing...
No, I'm really

not gonna ask, Dr. Hodgins.

Okay.
I merely came in

to thank Mr. Vaziri
for his book.

What is that?
Uh...

something I wrote.

I'm sorry.

Is this something you
didn't want people to know?

You're a writer?

It's just poetry.

It's, like, a hobby.

Based on the auricular
surfaces of the ilia,

I determined that the victim
was in his early to mid 40s.

I will put that
in the evidence binder.

Apparently, Mr. Vaziri
is modest when it comes

to his literary achievements.

Oh, man, my main
experience with writers

is Dr. Brennan,
and she is not modest.

What is this?

Yes, Dr. Hodgins,

this is far
more interesting.

Uh, it's the wood splinters
found with the body.

Uh, there's a
discoloration

on many of them that
turns out to be ink.

They were stamped?

Yeah, perhaps
by the manufacturer.

Hey, if you're
so modest,

why did you give Cam
your poetry?

Because
I gave Mr. Vaziri

time off to meet
with his publisher.

Maybe Angela can
reconstruct that stamp.

Yes, that's our stamp:
Lumber for Less.

What's this about?
Uh, we are, uh,

trying to identify this man.

This could be Lucky.

Why? What's going on?

We're indentifying
human remains.

Oh, my God, Lucky's dead?

Does Lucky have a name?
Yes.

It's, uh, Charles Milner.

He's a regular customer.

What happened to him?

Was he a contractor or...
Sort of.

Sort of...?
He was one of those

crime scene cleanup guys,
you know,

after a messy murder?

We know quite a lot
about that subject.

Yes, we do
But you're not

positive it's Lucky, right?

It could be somebody else.

The police are
wrong about that...

kind of thing
all the time, right?

Is there something
you need to tell us?

You should know that if

the victim is identified
as Charles Milner

and his death
is ruled a homicide,

we will uncover everything
about his life.

Everything--
that includes

secrets between two people.

Yes.

Yes, you have something
to tell us?

You're right.

Um, there was more
between me and Lucky

besides wood, but
he was married,

so I'm that woman.

Oh, so Mr. Milner
was married?

Yes, but he was
going to leave her.

Statistically that statement
is unlikely to be true.

Maybe Lucky's wife
didn't want

to take any chances.

Oh, my God.

Lucky said his wife was
unstable and dangerous,

that he was afraid of her.
That's why it was taking him

so long to
tell her.

Oh, God.

I'll die if Lucky got murdered
because of me.

Oh, God.

There, there.

So, how long were you
and Lucky married?

Uh, three years
next, uh, January.

Oh, God,
this is horrible.

Can I see him?

I'd advise against that.

Your husband's remains
are pretty badly decomposed.

Huh?

Oh, God, oh, no.

So he's like somebody
he cleaned up?

Is that what
you're saying?

It's ironic, right?

I'm sorry I have to ask,
but were you aware

of the relationship
that your husband was having

with this Renee Mitchell?

I'm Lucky's fourth wife.

He met me while he was still
dating his second wife.

I had no illusions
about what kind of man he was.

Did you ever think
about killing your husband?

No.

Lucky was good to me
and he was great for my kid.

I would have put up
with everything

just for the way
he treated Davey.

Why didn't you report
him missing?

You know, every once in a while,
Lucky just took off--

Atlantic City mostly.

You sound angry.
Oh, yeah, I'm angry.

I'm angry that bitch
took Lucky away from me,

I'm angry the bastard's dead,

I am angry that I don't know
how I'm going to live now,

and I'm angry
my boy lost another father,

and that's the worst.

God.

Davey thought
Lucky hung the moon.

And it's going to break
his heart when I tell him.

So your son and Lucky
were close?

Yeah, Lucky got him working,
you know, he set him straight.

Lucky told Davey
they'd be partners one day.

How about you and your son?

Davey's my only child.

For a long time,
it was just him and me.

We'd die for each other,
you know.

I'm gonna have
to talk with Davey.

Yeah, sure.

I think he's working.

I think he's just doing
some stuff for Lucky right now.

How do I,
uh, tell him?

You know, I mean, how do I...

how do I tell him Lucky's gone?

How do I tell him
we're alone again?

I used photo-modeling software
to create a 3-D digital image

of the victim's skull,
including the damage

that was done
to the occipital.

Definitely sharp
force trauma.

Yeah, next I used an algorithm
to compare the size and shape

of the most common tools used
during a crime scene cleanup.

You think the victim
may have been killed

with his own tools?

I don't know.

I just needed to
start someplace.

I'll pull up what I found.

Hodgins told me that
Arastoo is a poet.

Yes, I know.
You knew he was a poet?

I read
a Rubaiyat

he wrote on the back
of an evidence report.

He didn't think I would notice
because it was in Farsi.

Why didn't you tell me?

He apologized.

Apologized?

He knew he shouldn't
have written

on Jeffersonian
documentation.

No, honey... what
about the poem?

Did he translate
it for you?

No need.

Although my Farsi is rusty,

I recognized
that it was very beautiful

and very sexual.

So, what are these?

Huh?

Okay, uh, all these
wrecking bar-style tools fit

the basic profile
of the murder weapon,

and they're sold at the lumber
store where Renee works.

The curved edge is
the right size

and angle to have caused
the trauma.

Yeah, but the sides don't
match the serrated marks

you found on the skull.

Hmm, a claw hammer?

Yeah, look
at the serrated edges

on the clawed end.

They seem to match up perfectly
with the abrasions,

and the hammer face
could be used

to smash in the mandible

and maxilla.

That is great.

Arastoo is a poet, huh?

I am... I am really just
going to be looking

at him in a
whole new way.

Damn.

I told you
it was beautiful.

I started writing in my first
year at university in Tehran.

That was 1997.

Wow, I'm impressed.

It seems I impressed
the authorities, too.

After the election,

we all thought
that the Khatami regime

would be more open
to secular work,

but I was expelled
from school.

Why? What were you writing?

I was 18.

Love, freedom, democracy, sex.

I was foolish

and published the poems
with an underground press,

so I had to leave the country
before I was arrested.

You are amazing.

What I am is a man
who can't go home

and a man who will lose his job
if we don't get back to work.

Right, yeah,
so it turns out

the tissue lesions
we found were caused

by proteases, amylases,
cellulases, and lipases

that were placed on
the victim's remains.

Enzymes?
Yeah, these supercharged,

biodegradable cleaning agents

that break down
organic material

on a molecular level.

So the killer wanted
to hasten decomposition.

Yes, the composition
of this cleaning agent

fits with the fact, too,

that our victim worked
cleaning up crime scenes.

So the killer had access
to the dead man's material.

Yeah, it looks that way.

What is it, Dr. Hodgins?

You're a political exile.

That is so cool.

In a terrible, terrible way,
of course.

- Of course.
- I'm not an FBI agent,

Davey; I'm a psychologist.

What, you think I'm gonna kill
myself 'cause Lucky's dead?

Well, your mother
was concerned about you.

I'm okay.
But she's right.

You liked Lucky.

Look, I didn't do
great in high school.

I got into fights,
I got high a lot.

Lucky started taking me to
work with him after school.

He paid me.

After graduating, I started
working full-time.

Lucky thought I was smart.

You're going to miss him.

I'm fine.

What will you do now?

Try and take over
his business.

Lucky thought I had what it
took to be partner one day.

Okay, but you're pretty young
to run your own business.

I got no choice.

What else will me and
my mom do for money?

You care about your mother.

Yeah, so?
Were you aware

that Lucky wasn't faithful
to her?

Look, sometimes on a job,
Lucky would send me away.

I knew why.

And Lucky must have known that
you knew he was cheating on...

Lucky had a code, all right?

He said, in a marriage,
you treat your woman good,

you bring home the bacon,
you treat her with respect.

But?

But a man has a life.

He works hard, he plays hard.

What do you think of that?
I think if he works hard,

and he plays hard, he...
maybe he dies hard, too.

Hmm, so you're saying
that cheating

has consequences?

After working
with Lucky,

you must be pretty good
at cleaning up evidence.

I didn't kill Lucky.

I wasn't thinking of you.

I was thinking of your mom.

Now, she mostly

stayed with Lucky
because of you, right?

Now, if she realized
that you could run

the business on your own,

she wouldn't need
Lucky anymore,

so she kills him,

you clean up
the evidence,

life goes on.

My mom didn't kill Lucky,
and neither did I.

You know who you
should talk to?

The guy who runs
Grim Sweeper Cleaning.

He and Lucky hated each other.

Thank you, Davey.

I'm surprised
you didn't say that right away.

You know, I like

this mother-son killer team
for the murder.

They both have motive.

The kid knows how
to eradicate evidence.

What are you doing?
Don't talk shop in the house.

Oh, yeah, you have
to wrap that up

before you put it
in the fridge.

Why am I gonna wrap it up
when I'm just gonna eat it.

- in the middle of the night?
- Christine is asleep.

You know what?
I'll wrap it up.

No, you're
not gonna wrap it up.

Okay, you can wrap
anything you want

when you get your own place.
I'm looking, okay?

The-The housing market
is tight right now.

It's not his fault, Booth.

Sweets has trust issues
involving finding a home.

Since he grew up an orphan,

the anger he's sublimated
has paralyzed him

from developing a
healthy perspective

on what having
a home means.

That made him bond
with us and our home

so he didn't have to deal

with his own emotional
insecurities.

Ah, Bones shoots from
the outside-- three points.

Where is that psychobabble
coming from?

Well, you left one
of your psychobabble books

in our bathroom.

Yes, it was fascinating.
Ye-Yes,

but it's how you interpret
the information

that counts, okay,

and you're way off
on this.

I am looking
actively.

Without fear,
I'm looking, all right?

It's just... it's just
difficult right now.

Very defensive.

I'm not defensive.

It's natural.
We understand.

Can we please just
talk about the case?

Okay, what Sweets
just did there--

that is called deflecting.

I'm not deflecting, either.

It sounds like deflecting.

I enjoy psychology.

We were talking
about Melvin Carville.

Thanks, Sweets.

Why are we talking
about crime in our home?

Look at this.

Lucky was suing him
for restraint of trade.

Melvin had to lowball the bid,
then raise the price later.

Right, so,
with Lucky out of the way,

Grim Sweeper Cleaning is

the only crime scene
cleanup business in town.

What, so now it's okay
to talk shop in the house?

Well, we have a murderer
to catch, Booth.

Yeah, Dr. Brennan's
100% right on this.

Okay, just because you're, you
know, you're buttering her up

doesn't mean you have
to stop looking for a place.

I'm not buttering her up.
I don't think...

You want some more wine?
Thank you.

Well, thanks for coming in,
Mr. Carville.

Hey, FBI sends guys to get you,
what's going to happen?

You're gonna go
with them.

Is that...?

Blood, yeah,
and a little bit of brain.

Oh.
Like I said,

your people came and got me
straight from work.

I was cleaning up
a shotgun suicide.

This is what
that looks like.

You couldn't have
taken that off?

I didn't want to keep
the FBI waiting.

So, is this
about Lucky?

Charles Milner, yeah.

How'd Lucky buy the farm?

Someone bashed his head in.

You think it was me?

You're business competitors.

You instigated legal proceedings
against the victim.

That lawsuit--

you check, you will see that got
dropped way before Lucky died.

You know why?
Why?

Because me and Lucky got smart.

Always bidding
against each other

drove down both our incomes.

You decided to split the bids?

No.

We decided to join forces.

Carville & Milner
Cleaning Services.

We were just about to get the
name registered and everything.

So you're saying that if
you were going to murder Lucky,

you would have waited
till the merger was over

so you could keep
the whole company?

No, I'm saying
I would never murder anyone.

But you know
who didn't want us

to join forces?

That kid.

What kid?
Davey.

Lucky's stepson,
the heir apparent.

Thanks for the tip.

Meanwhile, we have a warrant
to examine your tools for blood.

You're gonna check my tools
for blood?

You know what I do
for a living, right?

Yes.

Every one of those tools

is gonna have blood
all over 'em.

So will Lucky's tools.

Right.
You know what?

You tell Dr. Brennan and them

that their best chance
to find Lucky's blood

is to check the stepson's
toolbox first.

These tools

belong to Melvin Carville,

and these belong
to the victim and his stepson.

There is blood
on every single one of Melvin's.

What about Davey Benson's tools?
Not a trace.

Completely clean.

This looks like a pretty good
match to the murder weapon.

Unfortunately, a lot
of people have that tool,

including Lucky and his stepson.

So, I compared
Lucky's roll of plastic

to the sheeting that
Booth confiscated

from Melvin Carville.

Melvin uses this high-grade
polyvinyl chloride,

which is basically like a
bionic Saran Wrap, right?

While Lucky--

he uses this bargain-basement
sheeting that is

basically
molecularly unstable.

I mean, this is the cheapest
stuff that money can buy.

Which one made our pod?

Well, I compared isotopes

from each brand of sheeting
with the plastic

from our pod.
The winner is...

turkey number three.

The pod was made
from Lucky's plastic sheeting.

Correct.

Indicating that he was killed
at one of his own job sites.

Yeah, it's a
reasonable conclusion.

I got your text,
Dr. Saroyan.

Did you need something?

Remember when you wrote
my name out in Farsi?

Yes.

This is it here, isn't it?

Yes.

You wrote a poem to me?

Are you certain
you want to discuss this here?

Just...

would you say it for me?

I... didn't understand
a word of that.

I think you did.

Oh.

So... so far,
I have isolated

blood from four
different people.

None of it is
the victim's blood,

so I...

I'll come back later.

No, Dr. Hodgins...

Oh, I...

What did you find
on the tools?

Huh? Uh, we checked
all of them for blood,

but only one set
tested positive.

Whose tools?
Uh, Melvin Carville's.

The stepson and the victim's
tools were scrubbed clean.

This may be the first
time that a lack of blood

looks more suspicious
than buckets of it.

You're suggesting
that it was the stepson?

Why else would he clean
the tools so carefully?

He obviously has something
to hide.

Well, thing
special about that.

People always have
something to hide.

Perhaps the boy
cleaned his tools

because he is serious
about doing a good job.

Dr. Brennan, do you think
Melvin Carville is our killer?

Yes.

Based on...?

Seriously?

You're working a hunch here?

Melvin Carville told
Sweets specifically

to tell me personally
where to look for blood.

Like a challenge?

Yes.

Oh, you are most definitely
working a hunch.

Hey, then I might have

some actual physical evidence
that will help.

You narrowed down
the six jobs

where he was using
the cheap wood?

Yeah. The key is asbestos.

The fiber Arastoo extracted
from the skull?

Mm-hmm. Actinolite asbestos.

It's used in homes
built before 1970.

How many of Milner's

job sites were built
before 1970?

Uh...

One. It was a home invasion
murder of an old lady

on H Street near
the Red Line.

Hey, if Booth can get us
in there, then I guarantee

we'll be able to find something

that ties the victim
to the crime scene.

Dr. Brennan?

If the killer
is Melvin Carville,

the place will be wiped clean
of all evidence.

Milner's stepson,

Davey Benson, knew that Milner
was cheating on his mother.

Plus, Davey is also

a trained crime scene
cleanup expert.

It's ironic that while

all we care about
is preserving evidence,

their job is to wipe it out
of existence.

Like some kind of primeval
struggle between us and them.

Hodgins.

Oh. Hey. What?

Come on, man.

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

I didn't say anything.

Okay. I think
that's best, too.

You are totally making it
with the boss!

No!

That was a love poem
you read to her.

Do you speak Farsi?
No, you don't.

I'm a romantic.
I know what I heard.

You have no idea
what that poem was.

Oh, I got it.

And so did Cam.

And she was
not surprised.

How long have you two
been together?

My life is in your hands.

You can either ruin
the best thing

that has ever
happened to me,

or you can remain silent

and earn
my everlasting gratitude.

You remember this place?

Yep. Home invasion.

Some dudes killed
the old lady who lived here

'cause they thought
she had a stash of cash.

I mean, me and Lucky
did good work.

There was blood everywhere
and chunky bits.

But now you can hardly tell
a murder went down.

I could find evidence.

I doubt it.

Lucky was good
at his job, and so am I.

Well, you keep boasting
about these kind of things,

you're gonna end up in jail.

He's boasting

because he didn't do it, Booth.

You didn't find the cash?

Oh, Lucky and I looked
for it, but there wasn't any.

You know,
Melvin Carville told us

that you didn't want, uh, him
and Lucky in business together.

Well, at first I didn't,
but then Lucky showed me

how it would mean more money
for all of us.

'Cause if they were
in business together,

you wouldn't
be half owner.

I guess.
And now,

you would get the whole shebang.

I'm 18. I'm a rookie.

How am I supposed to get
business from Grim Sweeper?

Is this the last place
you saw Lucky?

Yeah.

Over there.
He told me to go on home,

he was gonna
take care of it himself.

Yeah. Why would
he do that?

Mmm. I don't know.

Maybe because he was cleaning
these places up

and meeting other women?

He said he was
expecting a delivery.

Some flooring.
That's all I know.

Lucky ever mention
a girl by the name of Renee?

It's not her, Booth.

Or him or his mother.

It's Melvin Carville.

Based on what?

My gut, which according
to Sweets' book,

is subconscious analysis

bubbling up to consciousness.
No, no, no.

No. It's my gut
that bubbles, you remember?

Melvin Carville is the killer.

Every time you mention

Melvin Carville,
it takes the pressure off

other viable suspects.

I understand.
Thank you.

But it's Melvin Carville.
Just... So...

Renee? Does it sound familiar?

She's that skank
from Lumber for Less,

where Lucky gets his flooring.

Thank you, Davey. So,

can we at least agree

that there are other motives
and suspects here?

Yes.

Thank you.

I want a team of techs
to tear apart this whole place.

Well, I'm gonna talk to Renee.

It's not her, Booth.

It's Mel...
Stop.

Bones, I got your theory
loud and clear.

Right there.

Melvin Carville.
Let's just put it away.

Don't even think about Melvin.

I can hear you
thinking right now.

Davey said I was the last person
to see Lucky alive?

Were you?

I delivered flooring.
That's all.

Oh, right.
Come on, Renee.

I-I wanted more,
but Lucky said he was too busy.

He sent me packing.

And how mad did that make you
on a scale from one to ten?

One being, you're fine with it,

or ten, you just wanted
to bash his head in?

I loved Lucky.
I didn't kill him.

I mean, you do realize
how this sounds?

Which part?
All of it.

You show up, he rejects you.

You have a
delivery van.

You wrap the body in plastic.

You're saying that stuff.

I'm not saying any
of that stuff.

Fine. Who do you think did it?

His wife and her kid.
It makes sense. The two of them.

They kill him,
she drives off with the body,

and little Davey
cleans up the mess,

just like Lucky taught him.

- What time is it?
- Relax.

We have another hour before
we have to let the sitter go.

Have another glass.

You're right.

We work hard
at a revolting job,

and it is really
pretty up here.

I know, right?

And I scanned a poem

from Arastoo's book.

And did you learn Farsi, too?

I didn't have to.

I ran it through
an Internet translator.

Oh, genius.

I am dying
to hear what he wrote.

I know. Right?

So, read.

Seduce me with your poetry.

"Under the heavens
fruit floats."

Really?
"Love hurts

as skin yells with new shoes."

Ooh.

Wow.

I'm not sure that
this is translated properly.

Yeah, I-I hope not.

Brennan said
that it was beautiful.

I know.

"You are my carburetor."

Okay

All right. You can stop.

I mean, maybe he stinks.

He never came across
as a romantic to me.

No, he's-he's good, and...

and romantic.

Why? How do you...?

Oh, my God.

I know.

What...? You know?

No, no, no. I mean,
like, I'm saying,

"Oh, my God," too.

You knew about this.
Me?

And you didn't tell me.
I...

Just, I couldn't, Angela, okay?

I'm so sorry.
I'm your wife.

I know. I love you.

You're my carburetor.

It's just,

I promised Arastoo,
and-and you know what?

I... I didn't want to burden you
with a secret to keep.

You hate keeping secrets.
You know you do.

So you're saying
that you did this for me?

Yes, I did.

It's just so loaded.

You are not kidding.

Oh, man, we cannot tell anyone.

That's why she had the book.

Yeah.
Yeah.

You forgive me?

Yeah.

What kind of carburetor
would I be if I didn't?

Yeah, I remember this place.

Old lady, home invasion.

Lucky beat me out
on the flooring estimate.

You know why?

He was sleeping

with the Lumber for Less lady.

Oh, man, that...
that makes sense.

So, did you ever visit him here
on the job site?

You bet. This is where

we discussed
our impending merger.

Aha! He admits he was here.

Why wouldn't I admit it?
I didn't do anything.

Renee said that Lucky

sent her away
the night that he was murdered.

Probably so
me and him could talk.

Aha! He admits

he was the last
to see Lucky alive.

Very well might
be the case.

Except for the murderer.

Exactly. Except
for the murderer.

Which is you.

Bones.

If I understand
the law,

someone pointing
their finger

and hollering
"guilty, guilty"

doesn't mean anything.
The D.A. likes evidence.

There's no evidence here.

Whoever cleaned
this place up

is an expert at getting
rid of all traces.

Son of a bitch,
I'll be damned.

You know what?
You were right.

As you ALS everything,

I want you to take out
the walls and the flooring.

She's gonna find something;
she always does.

♪ Yo, I'm a burn till
the industry is scorched up ♪

♪ Down to ashes,
still get them torches up ♪

♪ If you wanna attack me

♪ Go, let loose, I done went
through hell and back ♪

♪ Got the aim on my eye so when
I move toward the focus ♪

♪ I get closer
to the beam in the sky ♪

♪ Dreaming so fly,
can't stop me, don't even try ♪

♪ I'm so high, think I'm
gonna burn till I die ♪

♪ Whoa, yeah, call me a beast,
you don't want me to explode ♪

♪ Because this soul
will unleash, gold is in reach ♪

♪ Feel it, John, feel it
in this beat, push deep ♪

♪ She can't speak, I done put
her to sleep, I had to see ♪

♪ If my flow works
so I put work in the streets ♪

♪ Make fire underwater,
too hot for the sea ♪

♪ You can see that I became
what you were meaning to be ♪

♪ Number one,
let's get it, hey ♪

♪ Let's get it,
hey, let's get it, hey ♪

♪ Let's get it, hey,
let's get it, hey ♪

♪ Let's get it,
hey, let's get it, hey ♪

♪ Let's get it, hey,
let's get it, he♪

♪ Let's get it,
hey, let's get it, hey ♪

♪ Let's get it, hey,
let's get it, hey ♪

♪ Let's get it,
hey, let's get it, hey ♪

♪ Let's get it, hey

♪ My heights, my things

♪ My life, my dreams...

Hate to say I told you so.

We're not done.

Looks to me you are.
Look,

you heard there
was money hidden here.

That's why you wanted

to work with Lucky.

Interesting theory.

You two are good.

Just not good enough, I guess.

Hope you don't
mind if I go.

I have another murder
to clean up.

Who's there?
I have a gun.

Oh. Sorry,
didn't mean to wake you up.

What are you doing?

Bringing in
Christine's baby monitor.

Why?

In case she wakes up
while we're gone.

Gone where?
Brennan had an idea.

Just go back to sleep.

Idea for what?
Something about

the crime scene and a shaman.

A shaman? Like a witch doctor?
Just go back to sleep.

Who dreams about murder
at 3:00 in the morning?

Seriously.

Come on, Bones,

you've been at
this for an hour.

You're not gonna solve
the case with a hair dryer.

When I was in El Salvador, there
was a medicine man who would

charge women to participate
in his purification ritual.

Is this gonna be a dirty story?

They would gather
in the village square,

he'd build a fire,
and they would dance

until the ground began to bleed.

Wait a second,
you're saying the blood

would come out of the ground?

The villagers believed
it was magic.

They didn't know
that several days earlier

the medicine man

had poured cow's blood
on the concrete.

The heat from the fire
caused the blood

in the substrate to liquefy

and ooze up through the cement.

Ha! Look at that!

DNA will prove it,

but I believe this is
Lucky Milner's blood.

Melvin Carville thought he cleaned
the evidence out of existence.

Not on my watch.

Not on your watch, is right.

He's going down.

It was the coolest trick ever.

It was no trick--
it's a simple matter

of chemistry
and physics.

Dr. Brennan was right--
it's Charles Milner's blood.

Well, is this enough
to arrest Melvin Carville

for murdering Milner?
It lets us know

that Milner was killed there,
but it doesn't give us

any indication of who
might have done it.

There are some anomalies

within this
pool of blood.

Prove-the-killer
kind of anomalies?

Well, there are a few areas
that are more dense than others,

but if I pull out the areas
that are less dense,

I get this.

Some kind of pattern.

Why would those areas be denser
than the rest of the blood?

My guess is,
some kind of compression.

Let's get Dr. Brennan.

Knees.
Knees like on your legs?

I believe this is
where the killer

kneeled down to
clean up the blood.

There's one patella

and these are his toes.

What's this perfectly
round thing?

Artificial knee.

Oh, wow.

See if you can
measure the tibia.

45 centimeters.
Assuming

an average-sized foot
and a tibia of approximately

45 centimeters,

Melvin Carville fits those
dimensions perfectly.

Sweetie,
if he has an artificial knee,

then you have pretty much
sealed the deal.

These are blobs.

Those are your knees, Melvin.

If those are my knees,
then what are these

knuckly things
in the middle of my legs?

Little known fact, you see,

knee prints are just
as unique as fingerprints.

The hell they are.
Yeah, especially in your case,

since you had a knee replacement.
Which one was it?

Your right knee?
Those are blobs.

You can't even prove
they're from knees.

You're trying to con me
into confessing.

Really? You feel the need
to confess, Melvin? Huh?

'Cause you don't strike me
as that kind of guy.

What's that?

A brick of cash.

Never saw it before in my life.

Hmm, we found it hidden
beneath your floorboards.

It traced back to the money that
was stolen from the old lady.

You
and Lucky found

what the home
invaders couldn't.

And you wanted
all that to yourself.

So you murdered
Charles Milner

with your claw hammer.

But you made one big mistake.

Yeah? What was that?
You pissed off my partner here.

What's even more damning

is the evidence
that you hid the evidence.

Sorry,

I'm in this business, too,
and I know how it works.

You bring in
the suspect,

get him to confess.

We didn't bring you
in to confess.

Then why am I here?
Because I wanted

to say something
to your horrible face.

What?

Now?
Now.

Gotcha!

You're under
arrest.

Gotcha!

He got it, Bones.

Gotcha.

♪ I'm not always right

♪ But I'm sure of this

♪ I just wish tonight

♪ You'd see it my way...

Okay, okay, do
another one, do another one.

Okay.

"Bacon is silent.

Listen to all
that we scrub."

No...

I mean, what if it's
not a bad translation?

What if Arastoo is
just really, really bad?

Nah, I don't speak Farsi, but...

whatever he said to Cam...

it was beautiful.

Lost in translation,
I guess.

I become dollops
in the sky.

I revolve like fish,

a testicle in
the firmament.

Was that him?

That was all me.

Wow.
Mm-hmm.

I came up with it
just like that.

You know, honey,
that gets me very hot.

You know, if we
translate it into Farsi,

it's awesome.

I knew it was him.

Well, you were right.
Problem is,

I didn't know why
I knew it was him.

Well, the important things,
we don't really know why.

I do not agree with that.

How about love?

I know exactly why I love you.
Really?

Okay, why don't you give me
your top three reasons.

Uh, first... you love me.

Second, you love Christine.

Uh-h.
Third,

you...
Gets mysterious, right?

No, let me gather my thoughts.
That's exactly why

we have music and poetry, Bones.

Third... your physicality
is remarkable.

Now you give me three
of your top reasons

for loving me.

I don't have reasons.

What?

I think what you just said
is very romantic.

What can I say?
I'm a romantic, Bones.

Shall we? Huh?
We shall.

Wine and dine,
candle time?

What does that mean?

I have no idea.

Do you think Hodgins
will keep our secret?

Yes.

From Angela?
No.

I'd be surprised
if she didn't know right now.

Do you think Angela can
keep from telling Brennan?

No. Not for long.

Oh, man, you need
to learn how to lie.

I'll tell you
what, though.

It stops with Brennan.

You don't think
she'll tell Booth?

Only if he asks.

And what are the chances
he asks that question?

I'm sorry.

I know you want to
keep this a secret.

Oh, Arastoo, I don't want
to keep this a secret at all.

Except from all
the other interns.

Definitely.

And everyone who works
at the Jeffersonian.

Damn straight.

You want me to quit?

And live with that guilt?

Oh, no, thanks.

So to sum it up,

you want to tell everyone,

but you don't want
anyone to know.

Yes.

Crazy, right?

It's poetic.

♪

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