All language subtitles for Bones S11E18 The Movie in the Making

Over the past decade,
the partnership between the FBI

and the Jeffersonian
Institution's Forensic Division

has resulted
in over 250 murder convictions,

making it one of the most
successful collaborations

in law enforcement history.

In order to better understand

the partnership
and how it works,

I was granted permission
to follow the team

throughout the course
of a murder investigation.

I'm Alex Duffy, and this is
America in Profile.

So I was out tending to
a leachate leak out in cell six

when I get this feeling
like somebody's watching me.

So I start looking
around, right?

But there's nobody there,
it's just a bunch of trash.

So finally I see this moldy head
of cabbage sitting there,

and I swear it's staring at me.

So I hop down
out of my excavator,

make my way
over to the cabbage.

And as I'm getting closer,

I noticed this freaking
thing has teeth.

And I mean, like, a lot of them.

And that's when
I'm saying to myself,

"Whoa, Gary,
this ain't no cabbage.

This is a person."

So I called
my supervisor, Dennis,

and he calls the police,
and next thing I know,

there's a guy out here
asking all these questions,

while this real
brainy-looking lady

was poking around
at the dead body.

Now, I assumed they was cops,
but by the way they was arguing,

I figured they must be married.

Booth and I were not arguing
at the scene-scene of the crime.

I mean, we were having
a healthy debate

between a husband and wife.

Right, sometimes our
debates are so "healthy,"

I end up sleeping
on the couch.

It's true.

My name is
Dr. Temperance Brennan,

and I am a forensic
anthropologist

with the Jeffersonian
Institution.

And my name is Seeley Booth,

and I'm a special agent with
the FBI's homicide division.

When I'm called out to a scene

where the remains
are badly burnt...

...or decomposed,
I call in Bones.

He calls me "Bones."

Mm-hmm.

Even though I'm his wife

and the mother
of two of his children,

he still refers to me
by a nickname I despise.

Well, you used to despise it,
but now I think you like it.

No, I don't.

Seeley.

After the initial exam
is done at the crime scene,

the remains are brought

to the Jeffersonian's Medico
Legal lab for further analysis.

Cam, we got a ripe one today.

Dr. Hodgins,
please try to remember

that these are the remains of a
human being lying on this table.

Well, yeah, of course.

Also, since we are
a professional establishment,

I would prefer if you
referred to me as Dr. Saroyan.

Yeah, Cam takes
herself pretty seriously.

Sorry, I shouldn't
have said that.

Dr. Saroyan takes herself
pretty seriously.

Phew.

Look, all dead
bodies smell, okay?

But dead bodies found
in a landfill

and covered in leachate,

which is basically
a viscous trash water,

they, uh, they tend
to smell worse.

When I first started I had
to dab peppermint oil

under my nose to mask the smell.

I actually tried
growing a mustache,

thinking that it would
block the smell. It didn't.

Just made me look like a creep

who had this ever-present stench
of death in his nostrils.

Yeah, eventually
you get used to it.

The smell, I mean.

Not Hodgins with a mustache.

Every once
in a while, though,

a particularly nasty one
still finds its way in.

Couple of years ago--
you remember this one, Cam?--

we found the remains
of this man submerged

in a pool of his own
vomited up flesh.

Ugh, God.

It smelled like decaying
bile-covered hell.

But from a microbiology
standpoint,

it was pretty awesome.

Now, I mean, come on.

Of course Bug Boy is gonna
say this is awesome.

I mean, think about it,
here's a full-grown man

who plays with bugs,
insects and slime.

All day long.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I love Hodgins.

I think he's great.
But he's a little strange,

he's a little weird, you know?

- Like all the squints.
- "The squints"?

Squints. You know, a nerdy
little person in the lab,

who... all they do is squint
at things. They squint.

Is that... Is he... Oh.
Is he doing his, uh,

squint impression? You
should ask him to do me.

He does a great
impersonation of me.

Right.
I don't have any food on me.

If I did, I'd have to stuff it
in my mouth every ten minutes.

So I can't do that impression.

Okay, he is exaggerating.

I don't eat that much.

So, what's going on?

Are we done here?

What about the case thus far
makes you believe the victim

may have been murdered?
Finding a body

in a landfill, that's, uh...

that's pretty suspicious.
I mean,

sometimes it's murder.
But sometimes it's just

a vagrant who had the misfortune
of taking shelter

in the wrong Dumpster
at the wrong time.

No, not this time. This time
my gut is saying murder.

No. The only time a gut
should be capable of opening

a murder investigation is
when that gut contains poison.

Or a stab wound.
Or a stab wound, yes.

A stab wound to the gut
should also suffice

to open a murder investigation.

Or a gunshot.
That's enough, Dr. Vaziri.

Large projecting mastoid processes
indicate the victim was a male.

While the angular orbital socket
suggests Caucasian,

Mm-hmm.
and the advancing stages of definition

on the dorsal margins
of the pubic surfaces

suggest
an age range

of early- to mid-20s at time of death.
Mmm.

Dr. Vaziri, nice
to see you again.

Yes, you as well, Dr. Saroyan.

Dr. Saroyan,
we are extremely busy.

Is there something
we can help you with?

Yes.

I finished analyzing
the victim's lung tissue

and didn't find any trace
of trash particulates.

Meaning the victim was dead
before coming in contact

with the garbage.
And the only reason a dead body

ends up in the garbage
is when someone's trying

to get rid of it.
So Booth was right.

This man was murdered.

Trust the gut, baby.
Always trust the gut.

♪ Bones 11x18 ♪
The Movie in the Making
Original Air Date on June 2, 2016

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

So, this week in class
we've been talking about

what we want to be
when we grow up.

And now here to tell us
a little bit

about what she does for a living
is Christine's mommy.

Hello.

My name is Dr.
Temperance Brennan,

and I am a forensic
anthropologist.

Can anyone tell me
what that means?

Me!
Yes.

If you're a doctor,
it means you fix bellyaches.

No, that is absolutely
incorrect. What it means

is that I use
skeletal remains

to help law enforcement
solve crimes.

Yes?
How come you only use skeletons?

Because a person's
whole life is written

in their bones. Who they
are, how they died, even

sometimes who
killed them.

What happens to their skin and hair?
Well,

why don't I show you. If
I may draw your attention

to the television
screen.

Okay, this is a set

of human remains in the process

of tissue removal
by dermestid beetle.

Maybe we don't...
use the visuals.

Normally, I'd be doing
a digital reconstruction.

But the skull
was so badly beaten

that I had to come up
with a new plan.

My name is Angela Montenegro,
and I'm a forensic artist.

I'm also kind
of the resident computer nerd,

I guess.

So, oftentimes,

the victim's clothing can lead

to clues about their identity.

Hey, uh, would you hit
the lights?

By using various wavelengths
of light,

I should be able to read
what's printed

beneath the staining
on the victim's shirt.

Okay.

All right.
So, in the center of the shirt,

it looks like there's an image
of an upside-down triangle

with some writing over it.

I think it says...

"American Pie Pizza."

Hey.

Guys, come here. Come here.

You're gonna love this.
This is so cool.

Okay, knowing that the victim
was buried in this trash, right,

I figured
that if I could date the trash,

I could actually determine
exactly when the victim

was thrown into this.
So, being the genius that I am,

I actually combined the sell-by
date on a carton of eggs

with a Blockbuster Video receipt

and some of these,
known as newspapers,

to combine them together and
determine the victim was tossed

in this garbage on or around
January 12, 2006.

Boom. And that,
ladies and gentlemen,

that is why they call me
king of the lab.

N-No one calls him
king of the lab.

No one other than himself,

- at least.
- He also calls himself

the king of the break room.
King of the parking lot.

Oh, and once after making
an anonymous donation,

- he was the king of modesty.
- I once heard

Dr. Hodgins refer to himself

- as the king of Egypt.
- The Jeffersonian

has this, uh,
ancient Egyptian wing,

inside of which
there is this huge bed,

which is so perfect for...

Let's just say if Hodgins
is the king of Egypt,

then I'm most definitely
the queen.

Marriage between royalty

in ancient Egypt
was often incestuous.

There you go.
Give us a call.

So, the, uh, owner says that
our description of the victim

lines up with a guy that used to
work here about ten years ago.

A, uh, delivery guy
by the name of Brandon Bloom.

Oh.

So what did you think of Dr.
Brennan's presentation today?

She smelled pretty.

I think her job is gross.

- She's smarter than Ms. Susan.
- In addition

to being a best-selling author,

I also hold three doctorates

and I-I speak eight languages,

two of which
you've probably never heard of.

So, yes, I think
it's safe to say

that I am indeed smarter
than Ms. Susan.

Hey, Dr. Brennan,
welcome back.

I, um...

We were just discussing
the case, and,

um... But
enough about us.

How was, uh, Career Day
at Christine's school?

It went well. Christine
remained alert, attentive,

and inquisitive throughout
the entire presentation,

all attributes
which will

make her a fantastic
forensic anthropologist one day.

That's excellent.

I had no idea she wanted

to follow in your footsteps.

Well...

I'm the world's

foremost forensic anthropologist

and Christina's my daughter.

It would be foolish of her not

to take advantage
of that level of access.

Do you have children
of your own, Dr. Saroyan?

I do, but that's
all you're getting,

because like I said
when we started,

I'm not interested
in sharing the details

of my personal life
with the world.

Oh...

I found numerous
remodeled fractures

on the radii
as well as the left tibia.

The amount of remodeling

suggests the victim
sustained these injuries

as a child.

I'm currently in the process
of reconstructing the skull.

But I did notice what appears to
be a remodeled cranial fracture

with its radiating lines
positioned

across the coronal suture.

Well, all these injuries
are indicative

of childhood abuse.

So, after Aubrey
got me the name,

I was able to use
the hospital records

to confirm
the victim's identity.

Name is Brandon Bloom.

25-year-old pizza delivery guy.

The only family member
we were able to track down

was his father,
who, by the way,

never reported his son missing.

On top of the fact that his son
may have been abused as a child,

it makes my job
that much more difficult.

Why is that?

'Cause now I have to tell

the dad that his son is dead.

At the same time, I got
to treat him as a suspect.

Mr. Bloom?

We found your son Brandon.

He was murdered.

Murdered, what...?

What...?

What?!

We found him, um,

lying in a landfill
for the past ten years.

Is there a reason why you
didn't report him missing?

Brandon always talked
about dropping everything

and moving to the Caribbean

to become a bartender.

I just figured he,
he finally did it.

"Figured"?

I'm sorry, you figured?

This is your son
we're talking about.

Why didn't you call?

Brandon and I didn't have
the best relationship.

When he dropped out of college,
I was angry, pissed.

I just didn't want him
to wind up like me.

Working back-breaking jobs
for minimum wage

the rest of his life...

When was the last time
you talked to him

or you saw him?

Oh, I called him
for his 25th birthday.

That would've been, uh,

December 8, 2005?

All right, we also got some
information that he was

abused as a kid.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Why don't you tell me?

He rode skateboards.
He rode BMX bikes.

He was always
falling and breaking

a different bone
every other week.

You don't believe me, do you?

What?

You think I killed my son?

No, I'm just asking a question,
that's all.

You tell me that my son is dead,

and the exact same breath,
you accuse me of doing it?

Hmm?

Really?

What kind of a monster
are you, huh?

Come on over here.
Let's get your pillow on here...

- Stand up straight, hold that.
- Being a father yourself,

how do you accuse a man

of killing his own child?

Look, I love my children

and I'd bend the world
to protect them.

To-to think about harming one
of them is inconceivable to me.

But, you see,
there's darkness in this world.

Ready?
And just because you or I

might not be able to see it
doesn't mean it isn't there.

Oh, what a save!
Now, I certainly hope this man

didn't kill his own child.
Whoa!

But at the end of the day
my loyalty isn't to him.

It's to the kid.

Save! They win the Cup!

They win the Cup!
Come on, give me a hug!

- They won the Cup!
- Upon further examination

of the victim's
bones, I discovered evidence

of a remodeled Colles' fracture
on the left radius.

Its presence suggests
that the victim's father

may have been telling the truth
about the origin

of his son's childhood injuries.

So, after Brandon went missing,

the room that he was renting
just sat empty.

Eventually, the kid's landlord
boxed up all of his belongings,

gave 'em to Brandon's dad.

There's, uh,
not really much in here.

We got a Dodgeball DVD, uh,
some... a couple old magazines,

and, uh, oh, yeah--
a whole bunch of burned CDs.

Apparently the victim
was a big Linkin Park fan.

Of course, not big enough
to actually buy their music,

but certainly enough
to steal it.

Also liked Papa Roach,

Hoobastank and, uh...

Oh. "Financial Stuff."
Right.

Well, let's see what
this one's all about here.

Right.

Okay, so this looks like
a spreadsheet

of all of Brandon's finances.
Mainly just a list of his bills.

Rent, cell phone.

Wait a minute.

At the time of his death,
Brandon owed $3,000

to someone listed here
as "C. Collins".

That-- that's exactly
what we're looking for, okay?

When it comes to murder, money--

always a motive.

Knowing what was
in a victim's system

when they died often paints
a clearer picture

of how they lived.
And, uh,

according to
the tox screen results,

our victim lived in a cloud
of marijuana smoke.

There were
extremely high levels of THC

in Brandon's system
when he died.

That would explain his
questionable taste in music.

Uh, Dr. Saroyan, if you have
a moment I'd like to show you

something I discovered
on the bones.

Oh... Oh, uh...

I still
haven't found

cause of death,
but I did notice

a couple of perimortem
hairline fractures

on the victim's right ulna.

Do you think these
could be defensive wounds?

Yes. The description of the
wounds leads me to believe

they were created by a
weapon with rounded edges.

Hmm.

The degree of curvature
makes me wonder

if both these wounds could have
been sustained by a single blow.

The distance between
the injuries is...

26.8 centimeters, roughly
the width of a tennis racket.

The injuries could have been
made by the beams.

I'll notify Booth.

The two of you make
a pretty good team,

the way you work
off of each other.

We do make a good
team, don't we?

Well, uh, t... we've been
working together a long time.

That's all.
There's-there's nothing special

about my relationship
with Dr. Vaziri.

It's, uh, no different
than my relationship

with any of the other interns.

I think Dr. Saroyan is
an excellent boss.

She's not one of those
micromanagers always hovering

over your shoulder.
She gives us the space

we need to do our best work.

What do you think of her
on a personal level?

Okay, I-I think
that's about enough.

Well, before your next speech
maybe you could

hand out sick bags.
You'll be happy to know

that Christine remained unfazed

while witnessing the bones
being defleshed.

She's used to it, okay?
At home, you have pi-pictures

of dead bodies just lying around
all over the place.

I'm just trying to prepare her.
For what, therapy?

Her future as a forensic anthropologist.
No, she's not

gonna be a squint, okay?
She is gonna be

a hockey player in the NHL.

That's ridiculous, Booth.
That's not ridiculous, okay?

In '91 there was a goaltender
who played for Tampa Bay--

Manon Rhéaume-- she was amazing.

I'm well aware
that a woman

can do anything a man can do.
What is ridiculous

is the notion that
our daughter would dedicate

her brilliant mind
to the purpose

of swatting away rubber pucks.

Okay, look, I'm just saying

I don't want her
wasting her childhood

looking at bones and-and

thinking about death all the time.
I looked at bones

and thought about death
as a child

and I don't think
it was a waste.

I've known I wanted a career

in anthropology
since I was five years old.

I used to dissect the carcasses

of dead animals
in the neighborhood.

Roadkill. Old pets.

The occasional dead bird
outside the window.

The other kids thought
I was weird.

They'd call me names.

Morticia...

Jenny Dahmer.

But I never let it stop me.

Because I knew that I was

going to make something
of myself one day.

Well, this job was
supposed to be temporary.

The plan was
to make enough money

to get to Paris and paint. So...

So why didn't you?

Honestly, I thought
Booth was kind of cute.

But then she thought
"Why settle for cute

when you could have
ruggedly handsome?"

What do you have, honey?

Uh, yeah, so, I actually think

I struck gold.
I found this flip phone

in the trash pile.

'Cause of the Linkin Park,

um, sticker there,
I thought it might have

actually belonged
to our victim.

So, cell phone companies don't
usually retain their records

beyond ten years, so if we
want to find out who the victim

was talking to on the day of
his death, then we have to...

Then we need my extremely smart,
extremely beautiful wife

to reconstruct the phone.

Which... You're actually
probably gonna want these.

Ooh. That, uh, phone there,
it smells like it's been

bathing in trash water
for the past ten years.

Which, by the way, it has.

I should have gone to Paris.

So, there are over 60

C. Collins living in or around
Montgomery County.

But only one of them, a guy
by the name of Carl Collins,

has been arrested
multiple times for dealing pot

in the victim's hometown
of Rockville.

You think the $3,000
the victim owed

may have been a drug debt?

Well, we know that the victim
liked his pot.

He certainly didn't have
anything else in his life

worth that kind of money,
so, yeah,

it seems like
a pretty good theory.

Carl Collins, we're
with the FBI.

Oh, man.
Am I on Cops?

Well,
something like that.

Do you remember a guy
by the name of Brandon Bloom?

Yeah, of course,
I remember the Bloom-atic.

What's that dill weed been up
to? I haven't seen him in years.

Well, the Bloom-atic
is dead. He was murdered

about ten years ago.
Right around the time

he owed you
quite a bit of money.

He's dead?
That's jacked up.

Bloom was my boy.

Carl, what's going on out there?
I told you I didn't want

any of that going on
around my house.

Relax, Ma.
We're not doing anything.

Who are the cameras?
They're...

my friends, okay?

We're filming a movie.

Just go back inside, will you?

So, uh, Brandon
was your boy, huh?

Yeah, damn straight.
We were business partners.

Right, selling pot.
Nah, man.

Selling T-shirts.

The money he owed me--
that was for inventory.

Here, I'll show you.
These damn things

didn't sell
for crap.

I'll say they didn't.

Not a single one.

Stupid, stuck-up town.

"Stupid, stuck-up town."
Yeah, check it out.

I'm sorry,
are those two pigs?

Wait till you check out
the back. "Porking."

It's funny, right?
Yeah, makin' bacon.

That is funny.
I got nine more boxes

if you guys are interested.

No, I think we're good.

But, listen, did
Brandon mention

anything going on
in his life

around the time that
he stopped coming around?

Anybody that might've
wanted to hurt him?

Uh, you guys should talk
to that chick, Amy.

Amy.
Yeah.

They had a pretty nasty breakup.

And... oh, damn.

It was right around
the same time

that Brandon stopped coming by.

Wow, he breaks up
with his girl,

then disappears.
You don't think that's odd?

What, I was supposed to think

that the dude got murdered?

No. Amy was a total goody-good.

She was going to school,

playing sports, you know,
being all healthy.

What kind of sports she play?

Oh, man.

I'd have to think...

Got it?

Come on.

Tennis. I think it was tennis.
Tennis.

I think it was tennis.
Tennis, tennis.

Hey, man,
when is this gonna be on?

What?
My episode of Cops.

I just want to tell
my peeps when to watch.

2.2, all cash.

Three-day close.
Take it or leave it.

Can you, uh,
hang up the phone

and have a seat,
please, Ms. Lee?

Look, I'm really sorry
to hear about Brandon.

But I don't know how
I'm supposed to help.

I haven't seen him
in over ten years.

Which is exactly the amount
of time that he's been dead.

And according to Carl Collins,

you two had
a pretty nasty breakup

right before he was murdered.
Carl Collins?

Carl Collins is a moron.

Is he still dealing pot
out of his mom's basement?

Okay, let's not worry
about Carl, all right?

Listen, why don't you, uh...
why don't you tell me

about your relationship with Brandon?
Brandon was

actually a sweet guy.

He just had no idea
what he wanted out of life.

He was aimless, jumping
from one crappy job to the next,

just like his father.

That must have been frustrating

for someone
as driven as yourself.

Ugh. The T-shirt fiasco
was the last straw.

Brandon lost thousands trying
to sell these ridiculous shirts.

We got
into a big fight about it.

He said if I couldn't

support his dream,
I should leave.

His dream was to sell
neon green, X-rated T-shirts?

I don't know what

his dream was,
and neither did he,

so I did what he suggested
and left.

And not to be crass,

kind of sounds like
I made the right choice.

I just feel bad for the victim.

I feel like he never found
his place in the world.

Well, perhaps
he never found it

because he was never
really looking.

He seemed very content
living a small life

as a drug-abusing
delivery boy.

Well, I just know
that it's a tough spot to be in.

- That's all.
- So, Agent Booth,

you were an athlete growing up?

Hockey and football--

I mean, those were my
two sports. My two big sports.

I played both them all the way
through high school.

Actually got a scholarship to,
to play football in college,

but that didn't go too well,

because I ended up
wrenching my shoulder,

and that put an end
to my football career.

So for the first time,

I actually had
to really think about

what I wanted to do in life.

So after about two years

of just tooling around
and doing nothing,

I decided to do
what my family was doing.

That was join the military.

After spending a little bit
too much

time there, in the military,
it kind of made my transition

a lot easier
into, um, law enforcement.

Maybe not that easy,
'cause, you know,

I had to still work
with the squints.

Christine, what is it you want
to be when you grow up?

Do you want to be a forensic
anthropologist like Mommy?

Nah.

Oh, ouch, Bones.
That's-that's got to hurt, eh?

She wants to be a goalie
for the Philadelphia Flyers.

Nah.

Hmm.

Well, what do you want
to do, sweetheart?

She's six years old. She's got
a lot of time to decide.

I want to sell cars
like Toby's daddy.

- Yeah, she can sell cars.
- No!

Absolutely not!
Our daughter is not going

to be selling cars
for a living, Booth.

Why? Look, we
support our daughter.

No.
No matter what she does, we love...

Not me.
Bones, come on.

That's not what
this is about, okay?

If Sweets was here,
you know, he would probably say

that by Christine
rejecting your job,

you feel like
she's rejecting you.

Well, that is absolutely what
he would say, but he'd be wrong

because psychology
is not a real science, so...

I'm sorry, I wasn't aware
you two were in therapy.

We're not.
Well, we were.

We're... Well...
Sweets was a friend, but...

Mm-hmm.
...he's dead now.

He was a psychologist
with the Bureau, and, um,

I would argue that...
he's probably the reason

why we're together?

I would say,
yeah, pretty much.

We still miss him a lot.

Yeah. He was a good
friend, and, uh,

this job can be
hard sometimes.

I was at, uh,

Booth and Brennan's house
for dinner.

It was supposed
to be a couples night,

but then Hodgins got
called out to a crime scene.

As soon as my phone rang, I
knew that something was wrong.

They said a-a bomb had gone off
at the scene and that...

Hodgins was in the hospital.

He was...

paralyzed from the waist down.

Zack?

Yeah, um, Dr. Zack Addy was
a forensic anthropologist

who worked here
at the Jeffersonian.

He was a... sweet kid and, um,

a really dear friend.

I think just, you know,
working here around...

around all the... all the death
and murder was just, um--

it was a little...
it was a little too much.

Dr. Addy had to be
institutionalized?

Is that correct?

Yes.

That is correct.

A few years back,

after Zack left, there was
an intern here named Vincent.

Really cool guy.

Always spouting these weird,
obscure facts.

Anyway, Vincent had been working
a serial sniper case.

It was dangerous.

We all knew
the killer was still out there,

but we figured we were at least
safe here in the lab.

Vincent was right there
on the platform

when the bullet shattered the
window and hit him in the chest.

He died in Dr. Brennan's arms.

She took it pretty hard.

Dr. Brennan's our mentor,

and even though
she'll never admit it,

I think she tends to regard all
of her interns as her children.

So to lose one...

Dr. Vaziri, we have yet to
determine cause of death,

so stop talking and
get back to work.

Yes, ma'am.

I was doing
some research,

and I discovered the
type of tennis racket

the victim's ex used
throughout college.

And was it a match
for the defensive wounds

we found on the victim's ulna?
The width of the beams

on her racket were too thin
to have created these injuries.

There appears to be a fracture

on the distal shaft
of the fourth metacarpal.

A boxers fracture.

The victim must have
punched his killer.

If the punch was delivered
with enough force

to break
the victim's hand,

it may have been powerful
enough to injure our killer.

How's it, uh, coming with
the victim's cell phone?

Well, it was too damaged
to reconstruct,

but I was able to recover
the memory chip, so,

with the help
of this JTAG emulator,

I should be able
to retrieve the chip's data.

Wow. Uh, hopefully,

you'll be able to read this,

'cause I have no idea
what any of it means.

Oh, well,

it doesn't mean anything
until I input

the phone's operating system
and file structure.

Okay.

All right, so now we have a list

of all the calls made and
received on the victim's phone.

The last incoming call came
from the victim's father.

And it looks like they spoke
for a good seven minutes

on the night of
Brandon's death.

I thought the dad said

he and Brandon weren't
on speaking terms?

That's what he said, but
it's certainly not the truth.

So, knowing that our victim had
been in a fight with his killer,

I've been checking with
hospitals around Rockville,

which is actually difficult
because of the whole time thing.

Aubrey, do you have
anything for me or not?

Just, okay, on the night

of Brandon's death, his father
checked into St. Andrews

with a broken orbital socket.

Oh, busted eye. I mean,
that's the same type of injury

you would get if
you were in a fight.

Why can't you
just say that

instead of "broken orbital"?

Socket.

Oh, right there.

So, Roy, on the night of
Brandon's death, you spoke

to him on the phone
for over seven minutes.

That's a lot of
talking for somebody

who wasn't talking
to each other.

That was the night Brandon died?

Look, it's not what you think.

It is what
I'm thinking,

'cause I'm thinking
that you lied to us, Roy.

I was embarrassed.
I'd be embarrassed, too.

You just killed
your own son.

I owed a guy money.
A guy?

What kind of guy?
A bookie.

I made a couple of bad bets,
and when he...

he came to collect,
I didn't have the cash.

He roughed me up,

opened up my eye.

So you called your son on
to go get the money?

No, I called an ambulance.

When I didn't have a ride home
from the hospital,

that's when I called Brandon.

Uh...

I didn't have anybody else.

Wait. So not only did you...
did you talk to your son

on the night he died,
but you also saw him?

No.

Look, I told Brandon
what happened,

and he laughed.

Said I was a joke,

he didn't want anything
to do with me.

You want to know why
I didn't have a relationship

with Brandon
for the last ten years?

There you go.

Have you had any success

determining
how the victim was killed?

Determining cause of death
is always a-a difficult task.

However, I am
extremely confident

in... my abilities
and those of my team.

Dr. Brennan, I think
I found something.

Huh.

I actually found it a
couple minutes ago,

but I wanted to time...
I don't care.

What-what is it
you've found?

Well, there appears to be a
perimortem blunt force injury

on the median sacral crest.

Oh. The shape of the "V"
is too wide

to have been caused by a blade.

This is likely caused
by the victim coming

into contact with a...
a sharp corner.

Perhaps he was
shoved into it

during the struggle.
Excellent find, Dr. Vaziri.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab the wound
for particulates.

Would you say you're as close
to the interns as Dr. Brennan?

Nope. Sorry. I see what
you're getting at here,

and it's not gonna happen.

If you'd like to ask me
questions about the case,

I'm happy to help, but like
I said multiple times before,

my personal life is off-limits.

Everything okay in here?

Uh, what is it, Dr. Hodgins?
Mass Spec just came back

with the results
from the bone injury.

This is the Mass Spectrometer.

Mass Spec is only like

the coolest thing
since air conditioning.

This baby here helps me

to identify the type of
chemicals present in the sample

by measuring
the mass-to-charge ratio

and the abundance
of gas-phase ions.

Yeah. I'm thinking
about getting one for the home.

So, the Mass Spec results

show traces
of urethane prepolymers,

diphenylmethane-diisocyanate,
and fish collagen.

So what does that mean,

the victim was beaten
with a fish?

N-No.

Seriously?

Get on with it.

Uh, no, th-these are all
ingredients in-in-in wood glue.

M-Meaning the victim
may have been shoved

into a piece
of wooden furniture?

That or-or, uh, the corner
of a woodworking space.

Okay. I will
notify Booth.

Beaten with a fish?

So, at the time of the victim's
death, guess who had himself

a little business
refurbishing old furniture.

The victim's dad?

Yep. Ran it out
of his garage.

I'm gonna get a warrant,
have the place searched.

Something doesn't add up.

What? What are
you talking about?

It's all adding up.
It's like a math class

how much it's adding up.

Okay. You know what, here's
a guy who was hanging on

to his son's junk
for ten years.

So a dirty old box of CDs makes
you think this guy's innocent?

What I'm thinking is
that this guy still cares.

I mean, why would
he want to...

have a constant reminder
of what he did

just hanging around the house?

So what do you want to do?

I want to take a look
at the father's bookie.

Yeah.

Booth is an intelligent man.

He's in touch with his feelings

and... he trusts those feelings.

It's part of what makes him
exceptional at his job.

But, in my opinion,

feelings are malleable
and easily manipulated.

Booth has formed a connection
with the victim's father

because he, too, has an
addiction to gambling. It's...

it's a struggle
Booth knows all too well.

And because Booth can now see
himself in the victim's father,

he no longer feels the man

would be capable
of killing his own son.

This is why I trust science
over heart.

Science cannot be swayed.

And right now the science
is saying my husband is wrong.

The victim's father mentioned,
uh, owing money to a bookie.

I mean, if that bookie really
wanted his money, I mean,

there's a possibility he may
have gone after the guy's son.

Your wife thinks you're
wasting time on the bookie.

Of course she does.

Up until now, the
Jeffersonian and the FBI

had been working
together pretty smoothly.

Sometimes, you know,
the gut and the brain,

they say-say different things.

By my calculations, the two of
you have analyzed these bones

from head to toe at
least a dozen times.

And we will continue
to analyze them

until we discover how
this young man was murdered.

What if that day
never comes?

That is not possible.

Every time we examine
the remains,

we discover something new.
And that is because

we continuously adjust the way
in which we look at the bones.

With new perspective
comes new insight.

Which means
that it's only a matter of time

before we find
what we're looking for.

Three
faint punctures

on the proximal end
of the victim's left ulna.

The wounds appear to be
equidistantly positioned.

And if you were
to connect the dots,

they'd form a straight line.

The description
of the injuries fits

the edge of a serrated blade.
For a blade

to have created this injury,
it would have first needed

to transect the ulnar artery.

Which would have most likely
caused the victim to bleed out.

We finally found
cause of death.

But we still need to find
the killer.

Have Dr. Hodgins swab for trace.

So, in addition
to the bugs and slime guy,

I'm kind of like the swab guy,
too.

Yeah. Yeah, there are some
that might actually call me

the king of the swabs. Cam,
hey, I'm actually in the process

of examining the results
of the swab as we speak.

And are you finding anything?
Well, there looks to be traces

of maple in the wound,
as well as more wood glue.

Dr. Brennan thinks the injury
was caused by a serrated blade.

So the presence

of wood and wood glue
might suggest

that the actual murder weapon
was a saw blade.

More evidence

pointing towards the father.
Hey, hold on.

There's actually something else,
too.

Um, it's a fiber.

It looks to me
like it's cotton.

There's some blood on it, but,
uh, I can actually make out

a little bit of coloring.
It's green. Like,

bright green.

So, Carl had boxes
of neon green T-shirts

that, uh... in the garage
that he and the victim

were trying to sell.
Which means

the fiber we found in the wound
could have come from anywhere.

Well, according to Carl,
they didn't sell one T-shirt.

They just stayed
in the garage.

You changed your mind
about the shirts, huh?

No, actually, we got
a search warrant

to look through your
garage. Here you go.

What? Why?
Yeah.

I helped you guys.

I told you about Amy.

Did you even talk to her?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I just... I-I remembered something.
What's that?

Amy, she said...
I remember her saying

that she was...
she wanted to kill him.

She said... very angry, she
said, "I'm gonna kill him."

Booth?
Yeah.

This saw could be
the murder weapon.

The victim could have fallen
into it,

hit his sacral crest
on the cutting table,

and sliced his arm
on the blade.

No way, man.

If you find blood on the saw,

that's from me cutting myself

while-while cutting stuff.

Brandon's ulnar artery
was severed.

There would have been
a lot of blood.

You couldn't have gotten it all.

You do realize that

we are going to tear
that machine apart,

and we're gonna find traces
of blood.

So it's best
you just come clean.

Bloom blamed me

for the shirts
not selling.

He said he wanted his money back

so he could go back to school

and not end up
like his loser dad.

So, rather than give him
his money, you hit him?

With an old tennis racket.

Bloom fell into the saw.

We tried to stop the
bleeding with a shirt,

but there was
just too much.

It was not supposed
to go down like that.

So, just as
I predicted,

the father is innocent.
So in the end,

the gut prevails.

I believe it was the evidence
that prevailed,

seeing as how
it was the evidence

that eventually led us
to the killer.

The evidence you wouldn't
have known what to do with

if it wasn't
for my investigation

uncovering the shirts.

Your investigation would have
been lacking a murder weapon

if it wasn't for my work in the lab.
Okay,

I'll tell you what, we'll go
fifty-fifty on this deal.

No, that would be saying
that our work is equal.

And we both know that
it's the lab that drives

these investigations, Booth.
You're saying

that your work is more
important than my work?

Yes. Obviously.

I'll get that on tape,
'cause it's not true.

It's true.

Okay, Bones, let's stop.
Let's stop right there.

You know it. You've seen it.

So, Emma, what is it you want
to be when you grow up?

I want to be a policeman.

I want to be the mayor of Mars.

I have to think about it.

I want to be a magician
and a doctor.

When I grow up,
I'm gonna be first violin

of the National "Symphosty"
Orchestra.

I want to drive airplane.

I want to be
a forensic anthropologist.

I don't want to be
a forensic anthropologist.

What do I want to be
when I grow up?

Uh, I guess I want to be
somebody who sees the beauty

in the world
and is able to share it

with those around her.

♪ When I was younger ♪

What do I want to be?

I want to be someone
who never stops looking.

♪ I wish that I knew
what I know now ♪

I want to be what
every grown-up wants to be,

a kid.

♪ I knew what I know now ♪

So, Dr. Vaziri, what is it you'd
like to be when you grow up?

Can I have two?

Sure, why not.

I always wanted to be a husband
and a father.

That's really
sweet.

I'm sorry. I didn't know
you were standing there.

I wasn't talking about you.
Or us.

Not that there's an us to even
talk about. I just meant that...

Dr. Vaziri, the
cameras don't lie.

Well, then why don't you be
a decent human being

and turn them off. Cam...
Dr. Saroyan

has told you multiple times
that she wants to keep

her personal life personal.
So why can't you respect that?

N... Uh, that's okay. You
don't have to do this anymore.

I love you.

I-I love the way you protect me,

and I love the way
you fight for me.

And I...

I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

Wait, are you asking me
if I'll...

Marry me.

Uh...
Yes?

Y-Yes, yes. Of course.

♪ La, la, la ♪

What do I want to be
when I grow up?

Mm. That's a personal question.

I-I don't really feel
comfortable answering it.

♪ I wish that I knew ♪

♪ What I know now ♪

♪ When I was stronger,
I wish... ♪

At the end of the day,
I'd like to be someone

who's given more
than they've taken.

♪ When I was younger,
I wish that I knew ♪

♪ What I know now ♪

♪ When I was stronger ♪

Given all you've
already accomplished

in your life,
what is it you'd like

to be when you grow up,
Dr. Brennan?

That's easy.

I'd like to be the mother
of the world's

greatest car salesperson.

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