All language subtitles for Bones S11E03 The Donor in the Drink

Says "Keep Out."
Don't mind that.

What a cute little pond.

I don't know about this, Brandy.

Can fish
really give pedicures?

It's not like
they got hands.

They don't need 'em.

Fish just nibble off
the dead skin

like a fat man
at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

It's one of them
Japanese things.

I read about it in a magazine.

But what if it hurts?

Hell, it ain't a beauty
treatment if it don't hurt some.

Come on. Ladies up in New York
pay big bucks for this stuff.

But you and me-- we're gonna
get it for free. Here.

Try some of this.

I swiped it from
Billy Ray's tackle box.

Fish love
this stuff.

Few minutes from now,
these busted ol' feet

are gonna feel
soft as a baby's.

Ooh.

It kind of tickles,
don't it?

"Hurts" is more like it.
Ow!

One of these fish
got my entire foot in its mouth.

Relax, drama queen.

I'm serious, Brandy.
It really hurts.

This is what I get for trying
to do something creative

on ladies night. Next time,
we'll just stay at home...

Get it off!
Get it off!

Look, I don't care what
your logbook says, okay?

But the package never got here,
delivered to my house.

No, I don't
want to file a complaint.

I just want my brother's ashes.

Is there is a problem
with Jared's remains?

Yeah, they're MIA.
Listen, do you...

you haven't seen a box
around here, about this big?

I-I would have noticed a box
of ashes from a crematorium.

Don't worry, Booth.
We'll track it down.

I couldn't help Jared
when he was alive,

now I can't even find his ashes.

Mommy, Daddy,
Can I wake up Hank now?

Christine, what did we say
about waking a sleeping baby?

But he wants me to get in his
crib and read him a story.

Oh, okay,
I'll tell you what.

Okay, when I'm done here looking
around for what I'm trying

to find, I'll come
read you a book, okay?

What are you
looking for, Daddy?

Oh. Daddy's
looking for Uncle Jared.

No, no.
But Daddy said Uncle Jared

was in Heaven.
No, uh,

Uncle Jared was cremated.
Daddy's looking for his ashes.

Really, do we have to explain
something like that to her?

Do you have to do that?
Death isn't something

to be shied away from, Booth.

From an anthropological
standpoint,

the more openly
a culture

embraces death, the less anxiety
they associate with it.

A body was found

at a fish farm in West Virginia.
It's being brought

to the Jeffersonian.
Listen, all right,

I'll tell you what-- go-go
get dressed, monkey.

But what about reading to Hank?
I'll tell you what,

I'll do it tonight,
okay? But today

is Mommy and Daddy's
first day back at work.

Go, go, go, go get
dressed, okay?

Hey, hey, welcome back!

Hey, thanks, good
to see you, man.

So, listen, listen, I
talked to the divers, okay?

They went through the pond.

There's no sign
of weapons or I.D.

Whoa, whoa, you don't
need to jump right in.

I know you've been through a lot...
Talking about?

It's great to be here. We're
back. I'm going back to work!

Huh?
Hey, hey, listen, Booth, before you go in...

Okay.

Whoa. Wow. What happened here?

You do remember retiring, right?

Yeah, I just,
that, uh... this...

this has been my office
for years.

HR said they'd
find you something amazing.

You know, if it's a problem,
we can, uh...

No, no problem.

Okay? I'm fine, I'm good.

No problem at all.

This is good for a fresh
start. Look at these, huh?

Moving up in the
world, huh, pal?

Yeah, you know,
I even got my own mini fridge.

You got a mini fridge? Okay,
let's get back to work.

Yeah.
Right, okay, sorry.

So I was thinking--
a fish farm

is a pretty unique place
for a body dump. Plus,

not everyone knows that
trout are carnivorous.

Farm there's out in the boonies,
so whoever dumped the body

definitely knew of the location.
I'll check out their log books,

see if we can figure out
who's been coming and going.

Yeah, you should do that.

So, Dr. Brennan, is being back
at the Jeffersonian

just like riding a bike?

Uh, conducting
a forensic examination

bears no resemblance
to riding a bicycle.

Though both are activities
I greatly enjoy.

Well... would you
like to do the honors?

Oh, yes! Please.

I really have missed this.

Okay. All right,
lower it.

Okay.

I talked to Booth.

Based on the drag marks
at the site,

he thinks the victim
was transported

to the pond for disposal.

Booth's back at work today, too?
Yes.

His brother's death
was traumatic,

but a routine can be healing
in times of stress.

Uh, speaking of,
how is Arastoo's job search?

I wouldn't know.

Arastoo and I
are taking a break.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

I hope my return

to the Jeffersonian
was not a factor.

You coming back is what
the Jeffersonian needed.

The prominent
supra-orbital ridge

suggests the victim
was male.

And the wear
on the mandibular teeth

indicates he was in his 40s.

There's a great deal of damage

to the mandible.

It appears to be perimortem.

Uh, same with the fractures
to the right tibia and fibula.

Perhaps they were caused
by the same implement?

But we won't be certain

until we recover the missing
pieces of the mandible.

Fish predation to the organs
and flesh is extensive.

That is because

Oncorhynchus Mykiss--

otherwise known
as rainbow trout--

are total carnivores.

And this variety
was bred to eat fast

and grow fast.

They are perfect
for fish farming.

So, why are they here?

Well, these little fellas
were actually feeding

on the victim
when he was hauled out.

Dr. Hodgins,

are you positing that
the missing mandible fragments

are inside those fish?

That's my theory.

And I intend to retrieve them

by any means necessary.

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The Donor in the Drink
Original Air Date on October 15, 2015

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Well, there's something unusual
about this predation.

Having the victim's flesh
nibbled off by trout

isn't exactly normal.
True.

But the fish
seemed to have eaten

several of the victim's

internal organs entirely,

while others were left intact.

I have never seen that before.

Can you detect any pattern?

Not yet.

But I did find several cut marks
on the flesh.

There's one here and one in
the upper abdominal region.

I also found

several small nicks
to the cortical bone

on the left tenth
and 11th ribs.

Knife wounds to the chest
could mean

the victim
was stabbed to death.

The predation seems
particularly aggressive

in the regions
closest to the stab wound.

It's possible the blood
from the wound

drew the fish
to those areas first.

I'll take a Mikrosil mold
of the nicks

to see if I can identify
the weapon that caused it.

You may not need to.

The tip of the knife.

It's lodged
in the victim's tenth rib.

Yeah, it probably
broke off

during the stabbing.

Mr. Bray, please remove
the knife remnant

and give it to Dr. Hodgins
so he can identify

the weapon it came from.

Any luck with the Missing
Persons Database?

Well, I was able
to narrow it down.

But without the missing
chunks of the mandible,

it's hard to get
an exact match.

Well, maybe this will help.

Ew.

Is that a mustache?
Part of one.

It's almost all that was left
of the victim's facial tissue.

All right, I think I have
a match for that somewhere.

Hodgins and I
were wondering

if you wanted to join us
for dinner tomorrow night?

Thanks for the invitation,

but I've-I've got plans.

I know how hard weekends
can be after a breakup.

Really, I'm fine.

Okay.

Uh, let's give
this updated image a whirl.

Thank God
for handlebar mustaches...

is something I never
thought I'd say.

Okay, so this is Lloyd Nesbit.

Apparently, reported
missing by his assistant.

Assistant in what?

Um...

Okay, well, it looks like
Nesbit was an inventor.

Seems like the only invention
that took off though

was this, the, uh, Flexi-Box.

That was way back
in the '90s, though.

Introducing the Flexi-box!

I guess that's Nesbit.

The indestructible mailbox

that is taking
the nation by storm!

You can try smashing it.

You can try
crushing it.

But nothing...

Nothing, I mean nothing
destroys the Flexi-box.

Aw, man!

I used to love this commercial.

Of course you did.

So, that Flexi-Box is
the last hit Nesbit had?

That's one hell of
a sophomore slump.

Hey, you
got to admire

to admire the guy for never
giving up on his dream, right?

Even in the face of failure.

Oh, no.
Honey, you're not on that again.

Cam, you got to take
a look at this photo

that Angie took and tell me
that that is not amazing.

Wow, impressive.
Right?

Yeah, I've just started,
but I really like it.

Which is why I don't want

to ruin the magic by putting

my work out there
just yet.

But your photos
are incredible, Angie.

Thank you,
but you're not exactly

an art critic, so...

No, but if I showed

your work to
a professional photographer,

I guarantee you they'd say
the exact same thing.

Don't you dare!

They lost Jared's ashes?
There's got to be

a law against that;
I'm gonna make a call.

I got it handled,
Aubrey, thanks.

Okay, but this is the last thing
you should be dealing with.

I'm here to help.
Appreciate it.

Look at all this junk.
I know, isn't it amazing?

Sign me up for one
of these things.

I thought you already
had an exercise machine.

Oh, I thought it was for rotisserie chicken.
Chicken?

How do you get chicken
out of that?

I don't understand.
Where would you put chicken?

Tim Diffley?

How you doing? FBI.

Special Agent James Aubrey.
This is my partner...

Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Please tell me

this doesn't mean that Lloyd is...
I'm afraid it does.

Lloyd Nesbit was found dead
earlier today.

I can't believe it.

Well, you did report him missing.
Yeah, I was hoping

that he was injured or sick.

Not that I wanted
those things to happen,

but anything's better
than this.

Nesbit was murdered.

Can you think of anyone
who might have had

a reason to harm him?
God, no.

Lloyd was a wonderful man.
He was my mentor.

Mentor, right.
So, we did

check out your tax returns--
turns out

Mr. Wonderful
had given you a raise once

over the past six years, right?

Money isn't
everything.

I got a place to work,
I-I got advice.

Trust me, I got a lot

out of this
relationship.

And now you've got
the inventions

that you stole from your mentor.

Right. You did, uh,
register a patent

for jewelry polish, uh,

on the day that you
reported him missing.

The jewelry polish

had nothing to do with Lloyd.

It was entirely my own invention.
So Mr. Nesbit allows you

to create your own stuff
here in his lab?

Lloyd taught me
to never give up.

He always said,
"You never know

what an invention has
the potential to become."

Still, a man's got to eat.
For me, doing what I love

alongside a visionary
like Lloyd...

it was payment enough.

♪

Hey. So, uh, Andie
and I were wondering

if you wanted to join us
for a movie tonight.

Why is it that every
happy couple I know

treats me like I'm broken

now that I'm not
in a relationship?

I was... just trying to help.

Well, perhaps you can help

by focusing on the case.
Of course.

There's no signs
of remodeling to the bones...

and... these flesh wounds
don't appear

to have any scarring.
Lack of extravasation

and infiltration
of the incised tissue indicate

that they were made postmortem.
So he was stabbed by somebody

after he was already dead?
Those aren't stab marks.

They're surgical incisions.

I traced the tip of the
blade that Brennan found.

It's a scalpel.

That explains the pattern
I see emerging.

This is the incision a surgeon would make
when removing a liver.

Yeah, and these are for the kidneys.
So the fish didn't eat

Nesbit's liver and kidneys--
they were already removed

before he was
dumped in the pond.

Someone harvested
this man's

internal organs.

All right listen,
I've got stats from the FBI.

Okay? Turns out that the
illegal organ trade is

a booming business.
That's not surprising to me.

Right now, in America,
there are over 120,000 people

on the transplant
waiting list,

many of whom will die

unless they purchase an organ illegally.
Aha, so you think

that it's okay just to go out
and purchase a kidney.

Well, legalizing
the sale of organs

would eliminate the need
for the black market

and save many lives.
Never happens.

Once money is involved, people,
they start lining their pockets,

right, greasing palms with other
people and they end up dead,

like Nesbit.
Oh, people sell blood,

men sell sperm,
women sell their eggs.

There's even a vibrant,
growing market

for the sale of donor feces.
Feces?

Why would anyone want that?
Donor feces

can be used to correct
C. difficile issues

and are vital to the intestinal health...
Scratch that.

Forget I even asked.
Hold on, let me see what this...

Great.

Problem with the case?
No, no,

it's the mortuary, okay?

They can't seem to
locate Jared's ashes.

They don't know
where they are.

How can I help, Booth?

You can't help me.

Well, you're
clearly upset.

How can I be there
for you in your grief

if you won't let me in?
This is not grief, okay?

This is me being pissed
that my brother's being

more of a pain in the ass
dead than he was alive.

There's a difference, okay?

Hey, you wanted
to show me something?

Guess what I found
in the trout tank.

Something only you could love?

They're hydropsychidae
caddisfly larvae.

Look at that--
blowflies of the deep.

They were eating the body?
Yeah.

And based on their size,

I put time of death at
about eight days ago.

Okay, I'll let Aubrey know.

Hey, hang on, um, Angie.

There's... there's
something else.

You arranged a show for me
at Founding Fathers?

And it's tonight?

Well, you wouldn't have agreed
if I'd given you advance notice.

I'm not agreeing now.
Come on, Angie.

I just sent out
a few postcards.

To whom?

No one, really.

Family, friends.

Couple of art galleries.

You know, dozen or so
AP photojournalists...

Wait, you did what?

Well, you would not take my
word for how good you are,

so I decided to enlist
a few professionals.

Hodgins, you have to cancel
this thing immediately.

That is correct,
Mr. Bray.

The chipping on the left and
right calcaneus bones lines up

with the marks on the tissue
I found on both heels.

So in addition to harvesting
Nesbit's liver and kidneys,

they also took
his Achilles tendons.

And possibly his corneas.

I also found incisions
and soft tissue damage

around his orbital sockets.
Huh.

Dr. Saroyan, take a look
at these striations

on the internal aspect
of the lateral arch

on the left 11th rib.

Those could not be
caused by a scalpel.

They appear to be
perimortem.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab the
wounds for particulates.

If we can identify the
weapon that caused these,

it might lead us
to our killer.

So I've spent
the last few hours

surfing all the top sites
on the Dark Web.

You would not believe
what people sell on here.

Drugs, child pornography,
human organs.

Basically, it's a black
market Craigslist.

Yeah.

If our killer harvested
everything possible,

they could have made more
than a half million dollars.

You got any suspects?

Well, there are all sorts of
brokers from all over the world,

but this one,
"the Matchmaker,"

sold, uh, a pair of
corneas, kidneys,

a liver, pancreas and two
Achilles tendons eight days ago.

Well, those are
the same body parts

that were taken
off our victim.

Exactly.

The problem is the Dark Web
browsers are super-encrypted,

so it'll be next to
impossible to track down

the Matchmaker's IP address,
let alone who they are

and where they live.

I think I might have a way

to lure this one
out of the shadows.

Are you Jimmy?

I am.

And you came alone?

Just like you told me.

I followed all your instructions.
Good, good.

Trust is very important.

Yeah, but how do I know
that I can trust you?

I mean, I'm the one that's
giving up a lobe of my liver.

You're doing a good thing.

You're saving someone's life.

Can you at least tell me how
much money I'm gonna get?

A young healthy man
like yourself?

A lobe of liver
is worth 50 grand.

How-how soon can
I get the money?

I guarantee
that you will leave

that medical facility
cash in hand.

Now, should we start
working on a date?

You know, actually,

I think your calendar's gonna
be booked up for a while.

Special Agent
James Aubrey, FBI.

See, that was just
a theoretical conversation.

No actual
transaction occurred.

Yeah, we found the money
trail connecting you

to Lloyd Nesbit's organs.
Who?

You know, the guy that you
murdered and stripped for parts?

Well, now,
that's ridiculous.

I want the names of every
surgeon that you work with.

Absolutely not.

Uh, what we do is
too important.

Yeah.

Maybe you'll feel
more like talking

after spending a
few days in lockup.

So why don't
you stand up?

Put your hands behind
your back, please.

Up we go.

Booth?

Bones.

What are you
doing here?

I have the information
you requested.

Why are you sitting
at Aubrey's old desk?

You know.

Only temporary.

No big deal.

I disagree.

You lost your brother,
you nearly died.

Shouldn't you be in an office
that gives you privacy?

I'll be fine.

It's just temporary,
okay? Thank you.

And I don't need you
to come here, checking on me,

pretending it's about work.
I'm not pretending.

Although,

I must say, your behavior does
nothing to assuage my concern.

All right, look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I snapped at you.

It's just...

there's a lot going on
in here, all right?

Can we just focus on the case?

Angela went through the database

of people waiting
for transplants

to see who was recently
taken off the waiting list.

That's great--
potential suspects.

It certainly
is more efficient

to kill for a new organ

than to spend months
or even years

on a waiting list.

Why are there
only six suspects?

Those are the only people
who are a match

for Nesbit's blood type
and human leukocyte antigen.

It's about transplant
compatibility.

The killer had access
to Nesbit's medical records,

and I think I know who that is.

Okay, don't tell me that
this little girl is our killer.

Not her. Her father,
Rodney Dale.

You're right.

Dale worked doing data entry
at the insurance company

where Nesbit had
medical coverage.

Right, I wouldn't put
anything past a guy

whose daughter was
on death's door.

You mind telling me
what this is about?

The kidney that saved
your daughter's life,

a man named Lloyd Nesbit
was murdered for it.

You don't think I...?

I-I would never...

You were desperate,
Mr. Dale.

Lauren was dying,

so you combed through
the files at work

till you found someone
who was a match for her,

then you killed him.

You got this all wrong.

We also looked
into your financials.

Lauren's health issues
put you deep in debt.

So once she had her new kidney,

you figured you might
as well cash in on the rest

of Nesbit's organs to pay off
her medical bills.

Uh, that's not how it went.

She would have died
on that waiting list.

So I went online...

and bought a kidney.

But I had no idea anybody
was killed for it.

Who performed your daughter's
transplant, Mr. Dale?

I can save you some jail time
if you tell me who did it.

I can't.

Lauren has
Wilson's disease.

The new kidney helps,

but down the road,
her pancreas might fail.

That surgeon saved
my daughter's life once.

I may need him
to do it again some day.

And you do realize that

you're obstructing an
investigation into the murder

of a man whose kidney
is inside your daughter.

I'm sorry, Agent Aubrey.

Hey, you got those mandibular
fragments ready for me?

I wish, but the only thing
these fish are pooping is poop.

Why is this one separated
from the others?

Well, he's my Guinea pig.

I'm thinking that if these fish
aren't gonna defecate the bones,

maybe they'll regurgitate them.

Bulimic trout.
Interesting.

Well, I just fed them
some octocoral diterpenoid

to speed up
the process, and... Oh!

There it is. Eh?
Yeah.

Now, all I have to do
is feed some of that

to the rest of them,
and there will be more

where this came from.
Great. So, Angela

told me about the photo show.

Really? Yeah? Does that mean
she's finally on board with it?

More like the opposite.

She wants to cancel,

but she feels like
you're not really hearing her.

So she sent you here
to talk me out of it.

Wendell, listen,

I know my own wife,
and trust me,

by the end of the night,

Angela is going
to be thanking me.

If you say so.

Hey, did you ever
get the swab results

from the nick on the eleventh rib?
Oh, you know,

the mass spec never
came up with anything.

But hold on. I
got an idea here.

All right,
so, there's no

trace particulates,
but wait a second here.

There are some unusual
skin cells.

Since when are skin cells
in a wound unusual?

Since they don't match
the pigment of our victim.

So they belong to someone else?

Let's find out.

Okay, so this is
a blown-up image

of the mark on
the eleventh rib.

If I can extrapolate
the measurements,

we should be able
to figure out what made it.

It's a screw.
No.

It's not.
It's a trocar button.

Morticians use them
to close up holes

during the embalming process.

Oh. So it's possible the
surgeon was a mortician?

This is all starting
to make sense to me now.

Can you pull up the image
of the victim's torso?

Yeah.

Okay, the kidneys

are attached to the tenth
and eleventh ribs by fascia,

which has a really
strong adhesion.

So, when the scalpel broke
off in the victim's tenth rib,

the surgeon-- or
the mortician--

grabbed whatever sharp-edged
tool he could find.

I'll call Booth.
Right.

Oh!

Looks like we
got a DNA match

on the extra
skin cells.

They're from a victim

of a fatal drive-by
shooting ten days ago.

Oh, that's great!

Well, if we can find
the mortician

who handled her funeral, looks
like we've found our surgeon.

Booth, are you sure

going to a funeral home is the
best thing for you right now?

The mortician's
a suspect, Bones.

Well, I meant
because of Jared.

This has nothing to
do with him, okay?

It's about the case.
It's only natural

that being in a mortuary could
stir up feelings of grief.

All right, look, this is not
some emotional breakdown, okay?

I just want to find
my brother's ashes.

Jared is gone, Booth.

His ashes are merely
a physical representation

of the man he was.
Okay, look,

maybe that's all
they are to you,

okay, but to me,
that's my brother.

His life was troubled
enough, all right?

The least I can do is
help him rest in peace.

Made you a coffee
just like you like it.

Well, if you're trying to
soften me up about the show,

it's not working.

Actually, I came
to apologize.

I know your photography is
really personal to you,

and I shouldn't have
put you on the spot like that.

I'm sorry, Angie.

Thank you.
Whatever I've done,

I can undo it.

They really are beautiful,
and I'm just so proud of you.

Thank you.

Well, you did soften me up.

Hey, uh, don't undo it.

What?

Uh, I'm... I'm okay
with the show.

Really?

Oh, Angie,

this is gonna be great.

I'm just gonna send
one more e-mail blast

reminding people
to bring their checkbooks.

I... Uh, Hodgins?

Or we can just see
who shows up.

Booth?
Yeah.

Funeral's in session.

Look, at least we got to
talk to the mortician.

We'll be in and out, nobody will
even know that we're here, hmm?

Thank you for coming.

Uncle Willie would be
so happy you're here.

Oh, no, we-we're not here...

To mourn Uncle Willie.

We're here to celebrate
his life, right?

Yes, of course.

Why did you pretend
we knew the deceased?

These people are
in mourning, okay?

This day should be
about them. Look.

That must be Vargas,
the mortician.

Just play it cool.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I need to ask
you a few questions.

We're about to begin
the service.

Please show some respect.

The same respect you
had for Lloyd Nesbit?

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

How did that man die?
Shh!

He died in his sleep. Why?

What is it, Bones?

His upper abdominal area

appears

unusually deflated
for someone

with his bone structure
and musculature.

What-what do you
think you're doing?

Excuse me, this will just
take a second.

Ma'am, please step away

from the coffin, ma'am!

Ah-ha!

Just as I suspected.

Okay.

Okay, Bones, probably not

the best place to
do this right now.

Once in awhile...

I took a body part
from a client.

Who was I hurting?

They weren't gonna
use it anyway.

What about the people
that they left behind?

What they didn't know
didn't hurt them,

and perhaps they would
appreciate the fact

that their loved ones
helped others stay alive.

I think you got greedy,

Vargas.

Not every corpse
that comes your way

can be harvested for parts,
so you went out

and found your
own fresh meat.

That's a ridiculous assumption.

A murder victim goes
through your chop shop.

Now you're saying you're not
the one that killed him?

The body was delivered
by a trusted friend.

I was told the man died
in a car accident.

Let me guess, that friend's name
is Nina Slocum?

I never heard of her.
Really?

'Cause I got phone records
that say otherwise.

You want me to talk?

FBI must drop all charges
against me.

Really?

Is that all you want?

No.

I want it in writing.

Sorry, Vargas.

Guys like you do not get
a free pass.

I finished reassembling
the mandible, Dr. B.

You were right.

This impact was clearly
caused by blunt-force trauma.

Oh, Vargas told Aubrey
the victim was hit by a car.

Please measure
the points of impact, Mr. Bray,

so we can identify the object
that struck the victim.

Judging from the
curvature of the wound,

a car is a definite possibility.

And these measurements
are an exact match

to the fractures
on the victim's legs.

I got results
from swabbing the mandible.

So, I found traces of steel,
aluminum oxide,

petroleum distillates
and silicone emulsifiers.

Were those consistent with an automobile?
Uh, yeah,

all of these are common
ingredients in car polish.

It appears that Vargas
was telling the truth.

So the car hit Nesbit
in the leg,

knocking him down.

Then once he was on the ground,

it smashed him in the jaw

and killed him.

You found cause of death?

Based on the splintering
of the right frontal aspect

of the mental eminence,
it appears

a large shard
of the victim's own mandible

lacerated his submental artery.

I'll get these measurements

to Angela and see if she can
find a match for the vehicle.

What's this?

I sent some texts out

to the delivery company
and they found this

in the back of the warehouse.

The labels are gone,

but it's the right
weight and size

for Jared's ashes.

Look, Aubrey, I told you
that I would take care of this.

Come on,
you'd do the same for me.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

Marmalade.

I'm really sorry, Booth.

It's okay, Aubrey.
You know what, you tried.

I appreciate it.

Well, if it makes
you feel any better,

Angela found the
make and model

of the car that killed Nesbit.

Nina Slocum's car is a match.

Aubrey,
why don't you just...

take this one,

and I'll circle back to you.

Please don't tell me
there's a grown man

digging through my trash
right now.

Apple fig.

It's high quality marmalade.

Oh, okay,
this is Nina Slocum's car.

Is it a match for the car
that hit Nesbit?

Yeah, well,
it's a definite possibility.

No damage to the bumpers.

She could have
had it replaced.

Huh.

Looks like it's been
freshly detailed.

She could be trying
to hide something.

Whoa.

Yeah, a whole lot of blood.

We took
a look at your car, Nina.

And we found Nesbit's blood
in the back of it.

So that's not proof
I'm a murderer.

Also did some digging.

Turns out that you
grew up down the road

from the fish farm

where Nesbit's body was dumped.

Okay, fine.

So I threw his body in the pond,

but after his organs
were properly distributed.

Are you still claiming
that you didn't kill him?

Of course I didn't.

I'm in the business of
saving lives, not ending them.

Nesbit's body was brought to me.

And I just couldn't
bear the thought

of all those viable organs
going to waste.

Who brought you the body?

Look, whoever you're
protecting here, Nina,

you are not doing yourself
any favors.

Maybe not. But the work I do
is a matter of life and death.

And if my donors learn
that they can't trust me,

then I won't be able
to save lives.

Yeah, you're a real angel
of mercy, protecting a murderer.

Mm. Perhaps you're just
too young to understand this,

Agent Aubrey,
but doing the right thing

is rarely the same
as doing the easy thing.

I'm beginning to think this is
a case where nobody wins.

How is that, Mr. Bray?

If we prove that Nina Slocum's
guilty of Nesbit's murder

and lock her up, then
we're basically handing over

a death sentence to a bunch
of people who need organs.

Our job is to
apprehend a murderer,

regardless of the
repercussions.

Something is troubling

about the blunt force
trauma to the mandible.

I triple-checked my work.

My initial measurements
were accurate.

It's not the size of the wound,
it's the angle.

In order for this shard
of mental eminence

to puncture the victim's artery,
the blunt force trauma

would have to have been made
in a downward sweeping angle.

But that angle
wouldn't make sense

if the victim was hit by a car.
Exactly.

Were you able to detect
any bone bruising

to the occipital,
ulnas or the sacrum?

Three for three.

All injuries that are consistent
with falling backwards

after being hit
by a moving vehicle.

I am no longer convinced the
victim was struck by a car.

I'll need Angela to recreate
the trauma in greater detail.

So I've run
multiple simulations

of Nina Slocum's car
hitting Nesbit,

but there's no scenarios
where her car

could cause that injury.

I thought Nina's bumper
was a match for the wounds

to Nesbit's leg and jaw.

In size, yes,

but the angle of impact
doesn't match.

Maybe Nina didn't use
her own car.

Okay, well, here are
all the makes and models

of cars that match
the victim's wounds.

The placement of the injuries
makes sense,

but the momentum of being hit
by one of these vehicles

would have caused
a lot more damage.

So Nesbit wasn't hit by a car.

But he may have been
hit with a piece of one.

What about the bumper guard?

I don't know what that is.

It's an accessory.

It's that thing right there.

Let me see what happens
when I remove

the bumper guard
from the vehicle.

Is it possible
to place the bumper guard

in an assailant's hands?

Okay. Assailant avatar
coming up.

If the killer used the bumper
guard to hit Nesbit in the leg,

it could've caused him
to fall backwards.

And then,
when he's on the ground,

the killer struck him
in the jaw with

a downward sweeping motion,
killing him.

It works.

Looks like we found
our murder weapon.

Booth!
Yeah.

Just the man I'm looking for.
Uh, listen--

Hold on, let me just grab
something off my desk.

What the hey?

Where's... where is
Bobblehead Bobby,

and who's moving my
stuff without asking me?

This is
what I wanted to show you.

Oh, wow.

Look at this, huh?

This is great.

Huh?

You're sure you're okay with this, right?
Come on, what do you think,

I'm gonna steal an office from
the guy who taught me everything I know?

So you gonna move
out back in the bullpen?

Yeah, I got myself
some new digs upstairs.

Corner office, view of the Mall.

Oh, Mr. Big Shot, huh?

Here I was worried, you know,
what you would do without me.

Well, learned from the best.

Well, yeah...

You got something, Bones?

Nesbit wasn't killed by a car,

he was killed by someone
wielding a metal bumper guard.

Nina Slocum's car didn't
have one of those.

Yeah, so the bumper
could've come from anywhere.

Which means we're back at square one.
No, no, no, hold on.

Hodgins said
there was car polish

found in the wound, right?

Yes, but I don't see
how that helps us.

Don't worry, I got this one.

What's that?

That's your jewelry polish.

Lab found traces of it
in the victim's jaw.

What happened, Tim, huh?

Nesbit wasn't a big fan
of your polish,

so you tried repurposing it
into a car polish?

Just like Nesbit taught you,

"never give up on anything."

Lloyd hated it as a car polish

as much as he hated it
as a jewelry polish.

That's why you hit Nesbit
with the bumper guard

and you killed him.
No, that's not true.

Come on, Tim, Tim.
Help us out here, okay?

Because we got a check here
for $30,000

that you gave to your boss.

I'm pretty sure
we know where that came from.

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

Lift up your shirt.
What?

Lift your shirt up,
unless you want me to get

a warrant so I can look
at your stomach. Lift it up!

Wow.

Gave up your right kidney
to fund your boss's work.

That's what I call job devotion.

He said it was the only way
that I could keep my job.

And I was so sure

that our big payday was
right around the corner.

Yeah, well, that day never came,
so you hit him.

It was an accident.
Maybe it was an accident,

but you know what,
selling off his organs

to Nina Slocum,
that wasn't an accident.

He was dead.

I was just trying
to make something good

out of what happened.

So you hacked up your dead
boss's body to make a profit.

No, to save lives.

To make up for the
one that I took.

Isn't that worth anything?

Hey, do you have a minute?

Uh, please, come
in, Dr. Saroyan.

I, um...
I just wanted to say

that I don't blame you for what
happened between me and Arastoo.

Nor should you.

I am finding it hard to accept
that I may have to choose

between my relationship
and my job.

That's not an easy dilemma.

And everyone's being
so kind to me,

and I... I miss Arastoo.

But...

you know,
what bothers me most

is that I may actually be
okay with it.

I mean, choosing work
over Arastoo.

And it makes you feel guilty?

Wouldn't you?

Doesn't mean
you made the wrong choice.

♪

See?

Told you nobody
would come.

What do you mean?

Look, there's Aubrey.

Look, Cam and
Wendell made it.

Wow, three whole people.

And four if you count

that homeless guy.

Come on.

Angela, hey.

Great show.
Thanks.

Let me guess. The aged Camembert
is your favorite, right?

What? No.

It's the black
and white one

with the light and the trees.

What? Come on.
Guy can't enjoy a little culture

with his free cheese?

Oh, hey, guys.

Nice work, Angela.

You put on quite a show.

Whoa,
Angie, check it out.

Your photography is
selling like hotcakes.

Look at this.

It's, like,
practically a bidding war.

Yeah, except I recognize
this handwriting.

Hodgins put you guys
up to this, didn't he?

We were just trying
to get things started.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, who signed
Sebastian Kohl's name?

That's just cruel.

I didn't do that.

Don't look at me.

Sebastian Kohl.

Why do I know that name?

He's a world-famous
photojournalist,

two-time Pulitzer Prize winner.

That is just mean.

Seriously, Angie,
I did not do that,

but I did drop off all those
postcards at the A.P. offices.

What makes you think
Sebastian Kohl

would come to a place
like Founding Fathers?

You think this is bad,

you should check out
the bar scene in Dakar.

Sebastian Kohl.

And you must be Ms. Montenegro.

Oh, wow.

It's really you.

Please excuse the outfit.

I just touched down
after a month-long trek

in Cambodia
when I received this.

See?

Uh...

I'm-I'm really honored
to meet you.

Um, I-I can't believe
that you came.

How could I miss
an opportunity

to see more work
by the artist who took this?

Oh, yeah,
that's a, um...

I'm just starting
in this photo thing.

Embrace it.

Do you mind

shipping this photo to me?

I'm heading off on assignment
in the morning.

I mean, of course. Yes.

I-I'll... anything.

I'll hand-deliver it to you.

Wherever you are.

That may be difficult.

I'm going to Syria.

But you could send it
to this address.

Okay.

Thank you for coming.
Of course.

Safe travels.

Thank you.

So should I say it now
or later?

Fine.

You told me so.

I did, didn't I?

Bones, will you...
Shh-shh.

What?
The kids are asleep.

But there's something
you need to see.

Okay.

Christine wanted to have
a sleepover with Hank.

Wow. Look at that, huh?

She even made him
little pictures, huh?

Yes, but that's not

what I wanted you to see.

It's how she got
in and out of Hank's crib.

It's the box.

You want to open it?

Maybe later.

I thought you'd be glad
to find Jared's ashes.

No, I am. It's just, you know,
you were right, Bones.

Look, this wasn't about
finding Jared's ashes,

this was about
my brother being gone.

I know how much you miss him.

Let's go. I don't want
the kids to wake up.

You want to take the box?

No, I tell you what,
why don't we just

leave it here so she can visit
her brother in the morning.

Girl really loves her brother,
doesn't she?

Yes, she does.

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