All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S01E02 - The Man in the S.U.V. (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

( engine starts )

( tires screeching )

( phone ringing )

( speaking Arabic )

( yelling in Arabic )

( horns honking )

( horn honking )

( horns honking )

( phone ringing )

( ringing )

( ringing continues )

( bystanders screaming )

( sirens wailing in distance )

( indistinct
radio transmission )

Bones!

Bones, over here!
Where have you been?

You said you'd meet us
on the corner.

There's a lot going on, in
case you haven't noticed.

These girls, they're
with me-- Dr. Temperance

Brennan, Angela Montenegro
from the Jeffersonian.
I need ID.

Check the RI-5 list,
Homeland Security.

She's their forensic
anthropologist.

They're clear.
Thanks.

Come on.

God, what's that smell?

Burnt flesh.

Are there a lot
of injuries?

Four known dead,

15 injured.

Oh, my God...

Details.
Whatever you have.

Not much. Witnesses said
they saw a Middle-Eastern man,

mid-30s, pull up to the cafe,
and the car just blew.

The vehicle's registered
to Hamid Masruk,

head of the Arab-American
Friendship League.

If you know who it is,
why do you need me?

MAN:
Because we're
hoping we're wrong.

Masruk is a White House
consultant in Arab relations.

Had lunch with the
president just last week.

You remember Agent Gibson,
Homeland Security?

Dr. Temperance Brennan

and Angela Montenegro.

If Masruk was involved

in a terrorist attack,
it means we have a huge

national security problem.
Not to mention

a very humiliated
president.

The press is already
running with this.
If you think

I'm going to alter my...
GIBSON:
Not at all.

But maybe it's not Masruk.

We need to be sure.

Booth says you're the best.

( indistinct
radio transmissions )

I need surgical gloves and masks

for the retrieval team,

sterile medical bags
and vegetable oil.

Vegetable oil?

The oil will loosen the seared
body parts stuck to the metal.

It's no different
than a steak

on a grill
that sticks.

It's okay, you know,
I trust you.

Should I photograph the scene?

Focus on a 30-meter
radius from the blast.

BRENNAN:
Okay to pick up?

( clears throat )

( camera clicks )

It's okay to be upset.

I wish this is the
worst thing I've seen.

You know, uh...

I don't think
I can, uh...

Sorry.

Well, if you
can't either...

I'm cool.

Zack, I need two
more evidence bags.

BRENNAN:
Facial epidermis

and the fingertips
are completely decimated.

We're not going to be able to ID
anything from the flesh.

It's basically carbon.

ZACK:
We're missing the lower left leg

and the lumbar spine.

Here's C2

and the right ischium.
If Smokey here

had access to the president,
why would he attack a cafe?

Smokey?

It's how I deal with stress.

Targeting everyday
places causes panic.

People stay home.

The economy is crippled--
it's Terrorism 101, man.

Take samples from the clothes,
see whatever you can find--

traces of cologne,
laundry detergent--

anything that we can link
to Masruk's home.

I'll grab any particulates

that can identify
type of bomb.

Isn't that
the FBI's job?

( laughing ):
You trust the FBI?

You realize those guys are gonna
suppress whatever they need

to cover their asses.

Found a portion of the clavicle.

Are you even listening?
No.

They have a separate
division, you know.

That way their hands
are always clean.

In 1974...

Jack!

We're trying to work.

Someone seems
really defensive

about the FBI lately.

You realize Booth is just

another government
stooge...

This has nothing to do
with Booth.

I don't enjoy
having squints on my team

any more than you
like me on yours.

But, you know, we're supposed
to be working together.

Okay?

Sure. So what
do we do?

Group hug?

Agent Gibson here
will be overseeing things

for Homeland Security.
I'll try not

to be in the way.

We don't need to be overseen.

BOOTH:
That's really
not your call, Bones.

Okay, how soon
can we get the DNA match?

That'll take days.

I can get a match
much sooner than that.

I have all we need.

You're gonna be able to ID him

from that?

Asking stuff like
that is "in the way."

Remove any flesh and
particulates you can,

and then macerate him.

If that's all right
with you?

Don't touch the table.

Don't touch the table!

This is my lab!

I'm a scientist, a doctor.

Yeah, so I've heard.

Would you be able to do
your job if someone was

looking over your shoulder
all the time?
We do.

I developed a tolerance.

Sorry, but I don't understand
the advantage of compromise.

It's a terrorist
attack, Bones.

It's bigger than you,
and it's bigger than me.

No, the job is the same.

No, it's not!

We're dealing with someone here
who devalues an entire culture,

terrorizing people by using
God to justify mass murder.

You're making it personal.

That doesn't help.

It is personal, Bones.

All of us die a little bit
on one like this.

( sighs )

All the trace evidence
has been stripped.

Hodgins scavenged as
much as he could.

Okay, let's get started.

What the hell are those?

Dermestes maculatus.

BRENNAN:
Flesh-eating beetles.

It's how we clean the bones
of burn victims.

( phone ringing )

Gibson.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

The president wants
to know how long the ID

is going to take.

Why don't you ask them?

You've made
a mistake.

It can't be
my husband.

My brother was
no terrorist.

He hated those people.

You can read his speeches,

talk to anyone.
We aren't making
any accusations.

It's all over the news.
It's all anyone's talking about.

We can't control
the press, Mr. Masruk.

WOMAN:
How about your men?

They've searched
our house.

They've talked
to our friends.

Until we can
identify the body,

we have to conduct a
thorough investigation.

So identify the body.

The longer you wait...

Do you know
what it's like for us?

His body was fragmented
by the blast.

We're still
retrieving pieces...

I understand how difficult
this is, not knowing.

I'll work as
quickly as I can

to get you what you need.

That's why I asked

for his history--
where he grew up,

any injuries from his youth,
medical records...

Of course.

( paper rustling )

I brought you

what you asked for.

Thank you.

We lived just
like you.

We came to this country
because we love it.

We are Americans.

It can't be Hamid.

It can't.

My husband was
not a terrorist.

Could be a
perchlorate.

Wouldn't that be
used in a bomb?

Yeah, but this is a crystalline
structure-- aluminum-based.

Okay, I'm back.

How are we doing?

We have his detergent
brand, cologne, shampoo.

He died a well-groomed man.

Dr. Brennan.
Thanks.

The bones done yet?

I'll check the beetles.

Dr. Brennan,
whatever you have there...

It's a piece of
paper, that's all,

with some writing on it.

Hard at work?

There's a shocker.

I just saw his wife.

She gave me his medical records,
photographs...

Apparently, he was ill.

They were testing for lupus.

Which would explain the face...

It must've been painful.

Look, I...

I know that you needed help
out there...

at the crime scene...

and I wanted to, but...

It's okay.

You see it.

I don't anymore.

I don't know what's worse.

You holding up okay?

His wife doesn't
believe it was him.

I've got to give her an ID.

Whatever I can do.

Yeah, I know.

And about this weekend...

Angela, I don't know.

Oh, come on, Brennan.
I know this great club.

They play trip-hop
and trance...

I don't know
what that means.

It doesn't matter.

We'll grab Booth...

No.

I think he likes you.

God, if I were you,

I'd buy a ticket
on that ride.

Look, I'm going to be very busy
this weekend.

Even after the ID,
I have these...

Remains from World War I?

That's what the Institute
pays me for.

I've got hundreds of these
waiting.

And they can't wait
one more weekend?

They've got relatives.

They've waited long enough.

It's not that scary,
Brennan.

You have a few drinks,
you move to the music...

You might even smile.

The bones are clean.

I've got to run.

You hang around.
I may need you.

Comparing remains
to details provided

of Hamid Masruk,

age 37, of Afghani origin.

Texture of pubic symphysis
indicates age of bone

consistent with Masruk,
as is height.

Complexity of the cranial
vault sutures matches

a statistical
probability of
Eurasian descent...

Good.

Too bad we can't tell
why he did it.

Isn't that
what we all

really want to know?

Uneven growth
patterns

in the vertebrae
indicate malnourishment

as a child.

Consistent with the diet
where Masruk was from.

Probably evident
on the calvarium?

Why don't you
reconstruct

the skull,
check it out?

My first
cranial reconstruction.

Evidence of multiple fractures

to the bottoms of the feet

consistent with methods
of torture used in Afghanistan

and consistent
with Masruk's history.

I'm convinced.

We have a statistical match.

So Masruk is the bomber?

Yes.

What about the skull?

You're having the kid
reconstruct...

This is an educational
institute.

He wants to learn.
Is that okay with you?

For a forensic ID,
we have all we need.

Now I'd like to get
this data to Booth

as soon as I can.

I'll take it.

No, I don't think so.
I work with Booth.

That's my deal.

Dr. Brennan,
I have jurisdiction.

Then why don't I
destroy my notes

and let you guarantee the
identity of the remains?

It's best to just
ride it out...

like an earthquake.

( knocking )

Bones.

Yeah.

Did we have an
appointment?

No, I...

It's him.

Masruk is the bomber.

I guess the wife didn't know
the husband very well.

Hey.

( gasps )

Hi. Sorry.

Tessa,

this is Brennan.

Tessa Jankow,

Dr. Temperance
Brennan.

Oh, hi.

I've heard a
lot about you.

Really...

Tessa's an attorney.

Corporate.

Keeping the fat cats fat.

I was just studying
a cranial fissure

on a corporate attorney
last week.

Of course,
he was... dead, so...

Interesting.

Thanks.

Well, the Bureau.

I was just heading
to the Bureau.

Santana called, said, uh,
something about the bombing,

and I thought you
were at the lab.

Maybe, uh, you
should come.

Sure.

See you later?

What is so funny?

I just never figured
you'd be in a relationship.

Why? Do you think
something's
wrong with me?

No, not wrong.

You just have
alpha male attributes

usually associated
with a solitary existence.

Oh, me? You're solitary.

No, no, I'm private.
It's different.

And we weren't
talking about me.

I was.
Well, I wasn't.

Look, I'm happy for you.

Relationships have

anthropological meaning.

No society can survive

if sexual bonds
aren't forged between...

What the hell
are you talking about?

SANTANA:
Booth!
Yeah?

You got that ID?
Yeah, it was Masruk.

Oh, that's too bad.

He killed four people
and injured another 15.

The report came back
from Ballistics.

Now, the explosives were placed
underneath the car

with a trigger connected
to the odometer.

Masruk was murdered.

So Masruk wasn't
a terrorist.

Somebody tried to make
him look like one.

Any leads on who did it?

That's why
we're paying you, Booth.

BOOTH:
We're very sorry,
Mrs. Masruk.

I told you Hamid was the victim,
but you wouldn't listen.

You couldn't imagine an Arab
who was a peace-loving man.

That's not true.

No? "We must investigate
everything, Mrs. Masruk.

"We must turn your house
upside down because we believe

your husband was a good man."

Is that the truth?

No. They searched your house

because Muslim extremists
have declared war

on the United States.

Preliminary findings
made your husband

a suspect, which we
are required to...

It's not Bureau policy

to target or profile
any ethnic group.

It wasn't our intention,
but I can understand why

you may feel offended.

I can't.
Bones...

What? She's been a part

of a criminal
investigation,
that's all.

Her rights haven't
been violated.

It's unfortunate
that her husband's

ethnicity is a factor,

but to say that it isn't
would be disingenuous.

I have to apologize
for Dr. Brennan.

It's fine, Mr. Booth.

Honesty is always
a welcome relief.

So when can I bury him?

When can
I give him peace?

There are certain
body parts

that I'm still
examining.

Others are still seared

to the surface
of the wreckage.
I'm sure Mrs. Masruk

doesn't really need
to know the details...

If I can retrieve
more remains of her husband,

Muslim law requires that I do.

I spent some time in Iraq
identifying bodies.

I'll give you
whatever I can

so that he can
be purified for burial.

Thank you.

Is that all?

One last thing.

A few calls were made
to, uh... his cell phone

from your house

minutes before the blast...

Yes. We argued.

It was a
family matter.

My final words to him
were words of anger.

I'm very sorry.

That must be very painful.

You looked very happy
in that picture.

Yes.

BOOTH:
Thank you.

If there's anything
else that, you know,

you can think of,
just give us a call.

I think she's
having an affair.

Personally.

She was having
an affair!

I'm sorry, but that's
an offensive assumption.

All the signs
are there.

You can't make
wild accusations

about somebody's
personal life

based on a feeling.

It's more
than a feeling, okay?

That photograph is evidence
just as solid as the markers

that you squints pick up

looking at your little,
you know, bones.

The evidence I
find is empirical.

What you consider evidence
is merely conjecture.

She dyed her hair,
she lost weight, you know?

She shoved a little
Botox in her forehead,

and she's still
feeling guilty over
the last fight she had

with her husband.

Oh, you are an
insufferable,
arrogant...

man.

Oh, so only a woman
can know a woman?

I thought women wanted us
to understand them.

Not really. A magician never
wants to reveal her tricks.

We're having
a private conversation.

I'm not here.
So you think

you know women just
because you live

with some sexy lawyer?

Unbelievable.

You live with a sexy lawyer?

She has her own place, okay?

He thinks, just
because Masruk's wife

started working out,
had a little makeover,

that she's having
an affair.

How long
were they married?

11 years.
I'm with him.

There is no concrete proof.

Boobs perkier?
Mm-hmm.

I don't believe this.

If you're so sure, then why
didn't you confront her?

Because, if she or her
boyfriend were involved,

she would warn him.
Very good.

I'm a constant surprise.

All right, great.

I will be in the lab
getting us some real data.

( sighs )

So... how many nights a week
does "Sexy" sleep over?

How's it coming?

The ethmoid and sphenoid
fragments won't piece together.

Zack, I'd
like to return

the remains to the widow
before her demise.

I'm doing my best,
Dr. Brennan.

The integrity of the bone
seems to be compromised.

I don't know if it's
from the metal fragments
from the blast...

I examined the
chemicals used

in the explosives.

The perchlorates
I found can have

a degenerative
effect.
Not this quickly.

Excuse me.

Unusually soft bone tissue...

You know, this has nothing
to do with the blast.

I owe you an apology, Zack.

Do you have his medicals?

Stiff joints,

facial disfigurement...

There's a disorganized
trabecular pattern here

that his doctors
wouldn't have been able to see.

It could be
a degenerative disease.

I don't get it.

How does his medical condition
figure into the murder?

Now it's a murder.

Before, it was terrorism,

because we didn't have
all the facts.

You don't
overlook anything

when you're looking
for the truth.

Check for lupus and Paget's.

Do you have enough tissue?

Yeah, I can manage it.
If those come back

negative, he might
have been exposed to a toxin,

which would mean
his brother was, too.

He's exhibiting
similar symptoms.

I'll get the
brother's medicals.

( sighs ):
I graduated top of my class,
Rhodes scholar,

the youngest member
inducted

into the Academy
of Physical Sciences,

but she still makes
me feel like a cretin.

She apologized to me.

Yes, I am a Christian.

But Hamid was Muslim,
and Sahar...

I converted.

Hamid could never accept it.

Religious differences
cause too many problems.

Seems to be a consistent fact
throughout history.

Please.

I tried to make peace
with my brother,

but it was difficult.

There was more than
religion between us.

Sahar mentioned
that there were some,

uh, family problems.

Yes.
I can understand

how, uh, delicate
they can be.

Did she tell you
any more than that?

No, but, I mean,
if you have, uh,

any other information
that could help us

in the investigation...

It's not my place.

We're just trying
to find out

who killed
your brother.

Sahar was seeing
another man,

but I can't believe
she'd hurt my brother.

Do you know
who this other man is,

or is it just a
"feeling" you have?

I've met him.

Ali Ladjavardi.

He worked with Hamid
at the Friendship League.

I wanted Hamid

to confront Ladjavardi.

Did both you and Hamid
have contact with Ladjavardi?

Yes, once.

A meal.

I brought Hamid to meet him.

Sharing a meal
is a gesture of peace.

I was trying

to save their marriage,
but Sahar and Ladjavardi

were not going to stop
their affair,

so I told Hamid
to repudiate her.

I'm sorry?

BRENNAN:
In Muslim law, it's
a method of divorce.

It's called Talaq.

I still respected
his traditions.

You and your brother
seem to share

a medical condition.

Y-Yes. Why is that important?

We don't mean to
embarrass you,

but Dr. Brennan is
just trying to figure
out the condition.

It's routine, part
of the investigation.

Have you seen a doctor?

Yes. He believes it's
a genetic disorder we shared.

He was going to call
Hamid's physician to discuss it.

Would you mind if we saw
your medical records?

Of course not.

If I could be helped,
I welcome it.

Apparently, they live together
a few days a week.

But he was very clear

that she has her own place.

Should you be intruding
into their lives like this?

Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

We're negative
for lupus and Paget's.

When you're done,
I'll do a scraping

for environmental
contaminants.

I found these:

shiny flakes that caught
onto the torn edges

of bone.

Bottom line,
I still think

Brennan has a shot
with Booth.

But she says she's
not interested.

Methinks the lady
doth protest too much.

Maybe she protesteth
just enough.

Please.

She's been sleeping alone
for months.

She has enough
pent up

sexual energy to power
a small Midwestern city.

This looks
like gypsum.

It wouldn't cause
any organic damage.

It was probably
used to insulate

the explosives.

Bet the FBI
doesn't know that yet.

I'm going to go check out
this girlfriend.

I'm not proud
of the affair.

I admired Hamid.

But Sahar and
I are in love.

I can't change that.

BOOTH:
You worked with Hamid.

You had access
to his car.

That's ridiculous!
You also had contact
with his brother, Farid,

who said you were less
than friendly with Hamid.

Have you ever been in the middle

of a messy relationship,
Agent Booth?

Or are you a perfect man?

I'd prefer to ask the questions,
Mr. Ladjavardi.

And I have the right
for an attorney.

Have you called
the number I gave you?

Of course. You know,
I would never deny anyone

his rights.

Mr. Ladjavardi...

I'm Special Agent
in Charge, Santana.

We're sorry
for the inconvenience.

You're free
to go.

Thank you.

You're finished.
What the hell was
that all about?

He was a prime suspect.

He's a mole
for Homeland Security.

They planted him

in the Arab-American
Friendship League.

He admitted the affair.

SANTANA:
Maybe, but Homeland Security
says he's clean.

They do not want
his cover blown.

But, sir...

Do I look like
I'm discussing this?

( horn honking )

Come on.

You want me to drive?

No. Why?

You're angry.

( chuckling ):
I'm not angry.

Yeah, you're furious.
You're going to kill somebody.

I am not angry.

Believe me, you do not want
to see me angry.

That's the last thing
you want to see.
Okay, okay.

This is me accepting reality.

Okay, my mistake.
My superiors,

they make the decisions, Bones.

All right?

They don't think
them through,

that's really not my problem.
If I were you,

I'd be mad.

Homeland Security
is preventing you

from doing a proper
investigation of a murder case.

I'm a grown-up. I'll deal.

You know that thing
where you ask for the strength

to change the things
that you can,

and the wisdom
to know the difference?

Not really.

Well, that's a good thing.

Who do you ask?

For what?

For the strength and the wisdom?

God.

And it works?

Can we talk
about something else?

Sure. Tessa?

Tessa? No. Why do you want
to talk about Tessa?

Why? Why not?

I'm sorry.
We won't talk about Tessa.

I prefer if we would
just stay on point

and talk about things
that you like to talk about,

like dead people.
Dead bodies.

Sure, sure. You've killed
a lot of people, right?

When you were a sniper?

Maybe we shouldn't talk at all.

Right, 'cause you're angry.

I'm not angry. Not.

We'll find out
who killed him, Booth.

We've got Hamid's body.

You can always count
on the dead.

When Booth sends over
the brother's medicals,

I want them matched
to Hamid's.

I'm starting
on a tox screen.

Farid said that
his doctor suspected

a genetic condition.

Maybe we're overlooking
something.

What is that?

ZACK:
We used the trace elements
we recovered

to try and rebuild the bomb.

It might give you another link.

Isn't the FBI
working on that?

Yeah. This
is just for fun.

To see
who's better?

Maybe.

A little.

Yeah.

Good luck.
Ta-da.

Nice job.

No wonder you had such trouble
with the reconstruction.

Look at the spread

of the trabecular pattern
in the bone.

Microscopic fissures,
like cracks.

I knew that.

I don't think so.

Can we focus?

The spread was too rapid

for any organic bone disease
or genetic condition.

It's definitely
a toxin.

Is there any surviving
marrow to test?

I'll try and find some.

Let's do it.

( music playing )

* I turn my feelings on inside

* Yeah, yeah

* Feel like I'm gonna ignite

* I saw them stars go off

* I saw them stars
go off at night *

* Oh, yeah

* And they're looking
all right *

* Keep on blowin' up

* Keep on blowin' 'em off

* Get up, roll it out

* Keep on showin' 'em out

* You hit me like a ton

* It hit me like a ton

* Oh

* On and on a ton...

The marrow's degraded.

I can give you basics,
but that's it.

Well, according
to these tests,

the liver function
was impaired.

His body
was trying to get rid

of whatever
was poisoning him.

There is trouble in paradise.

I beg your pardon?

Tessa does not feel secure
in that relationship.

I think she's threatened by you.

You talked to her?

She didn't say much

but, even though she has
a phenomenal figure,

she was chowing down

on a fat-free muffin.

And she was reading
about unsolved FBI cases.

She's obviously
feeling insecure.

She's spying
for you?

No. No!

Even if you have
nothing in common,

it's difficult
to sublimate

intense
sexual attraction.

And we hear
it's been a while.

Okay, stop!

He is there
for the taking, honey.

Okay,

I couldn't get
his medical records.

What?

Uh... nothing.

( clears throat )

Trying to track down
the doctor.

Don't need him.

It's definitely a toxin,

but we can't determine
what kind.

ZACK:
Too bad the
liver is cooked.

That could tell us
everything.

I need subtitles
walking in here.

The liver
is like a filter.

It would contain evidence
of any toxins in the system.

But we don't have
the liver.

Or any
of the flesh left.

But we do have
the beetles.

They ate Hamid's flesh

and whatever
organs remained.

And, as we all know,
you are what you eat.

So you can ID the poison
from the beetles?

You can't kill them.

They have names.

We have to, Zack.

Some.

In Thailand, they're
sautéed in peanut oil.

Mmm...

We're going to have
to run a simulation.

I need you
to input the skull

and give me a face.

You got it.

And no more talk
about Booth.

You shouldn't have
gotten involved.

But that's what
friends are for.

Please, Angela...

Hey, whoa. Where did you
get this?

I'm building it--

theoretical construct
of the bomb

based on the particulates
we gathered.

This isn't your job.

Bureau is doing this.

Got it!

They were poisoned
by dioxin.

A very pure form.

It would stay in
his system for years,

cause cancer, diabetes,
heart attack

and the facial cysts and
bone degeneration we saw.

Give me
the saturation levels.

Angela can use it
in the simulation

to give us an approximate
date of ingestion.

How much would it take
to poison them?

Just a little
slipped into their food.

Like at that lunch
they both had

with Sahar's lover.

Impressed?

Dioxin levels
were 5,600 parts per trillion.

Speed of bone degeneration
is an 80% increase

over baseline osteoporosis.

Date of death was...

I remember that one. Thanks.

Run the scenario.

I will never get used to this.

Yeah.

Chicks with toys.

BOOTH:
Poor bastard.

Match it to his INS photograph,
see how accurate you are.

Good work, Angela.

Probable date of exposure...

about four months ago--
I'd say first week in June.

Let's go pay a little visit
to Mr. Ladjavardi.

I thought you were
told to stay away from him.

Yeah. And, as an FBI agent,
I cannot disobey my superior.

But you're not an FBI agent.

Hey! Hi.

How you doing?

What the hell
are you doing here?

You had orders.
No, not me.

I... I just have a couple
of quick questions for you.

Look, I'm not involved in this.

Sahar won't even
talk to me anymore.

Yeah. I wonder why.

I'm calling Santana.

Yeah, I don't think so.

I'm warning you.

I wouldn't threaten her
if I were you.

Look, I just want to know
where you were in June--

first week--
to see if you

poisoned
Hamid and Farid.
Subtle.

I'm leaving.

That's it.

Told you. She doesn't
like to be touched.

I didn't poison anybody.

Then tell me where
you were in June.

In Utah, for training

with Homeland Security.
I didn't get

to D.C. until August 12.

Check with the department.

All right.

Thanks.

( coughs )

The insulation they used
is gypsum-based,

with plaster and lead
mixed with asbestos.

Pyrobar.

It's a fireproof tile
developed in 1903

by the United States
Gypsum Company.

It was only used
for a few years.

So it probably came
from the building

the bomb
was constructed in.

We find the building,
and we find the bomber.

BOOTH:
How about this?
Sahar wants out of the marriage.

Hamid refuses.
So Sahar poisons him

so that she can run off
with Lajavardi.

Doesn't make sense.

When someone dies,
the first suspect is the spouse.

Well, what about
Hamid's brother?

Did she poison him, too?

Why not? You know, he's pushing

his nose into their marriage.

I mean, suddenly,
Sahar's facing, you know,

a devout Muslim and
a fundamentalist
Christian.

And, you know,
nobody allows divorce,

and she's pushed to murder.

That eschews logic.

Aw, come on, Bones!
Just work with me here!.

All right?
It's what we
in law enforcement

call "positing a scenario".

And don't use the word "eschew."

What if you and Tessa
were going to break up,

but you didn't want to?

Which I don't.

Well, I'm positing a scenario.

Tessa wants to break up,
and you don't want to,

so she poisons you.

No, no, no.

And then, just to make sure,

she blows you up with a bomb.

Why would Tessa do that?
Exactly. Thank you.

See, 'cause Tessa and I...
that's a bad example.

You're a couple in love, right?

Why do you keep
bringing up Tessa?

I mean, why?

What's the big deal?

I mean, is it so odd for you
that I have someone in my life?

We were talking about couples.

It' a natural segue.

All right, you know,

you have to quit using
the word "segue" and "eschew."

All right? They...
They sound French.

You keep changing the subject.

I get it. You're sensitive
about you and Tessa.

Why aren't we talking about you
and your boyfriend?

I don't have a boyfriend.

You just said that
as though it's a good thing.

And you know what?
It's a very,

very, sad

comment on your personal life.

Look, you're angry again.

( phone ringing )

Brennan.

The bomb insulation was made
from Pyrobar,

which was used by an architect
named William Allard.

He was known for developing
the Woodley Park neighborhood

around 1910.

Hang on a second, Zack.

The bomb was made
in Woodley Park.

That's where Farid lives.

Okay, hold on.

No wonder we couldn't
get his medicals.

He already knew
what was poisoning him.

All right, just
stay in contact

with your boys,
and tell them we're going

to need them.
All right,
listen, Bones.

All right, we're heading
into a very unknown situation.

I think it's best that
you just stay in the car.

Okay, then, you know,

if you have to come in with me,

then you stay behind me.

Fine. Just be careful,
all right?

Okay, anybody asks,
that door was open.

Stay right here.

FBI, Farid!

Show yourself.

Okay.

Clear.

Get me Hodgins.

( over phone ):
Yeah.

Farid was making something here.

Okay, I've got melted plastic,
bottles of chlorine...

Dioxin.
That's how you'd make it.

Bones!

Yes?
The insulation.

Farid definitely made the bomb.
He killed his brother.

Stay with me, Hodgins.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

BOOTH:
Hamid must have been killed

because he found his brother
making dioxin.

All right, that's probably
how they got contaminated.

Come on. Mechanic's Guide
for Hamid's SUV.

Page on the odometer...
dog-eared.

Ah!

He wasn't a Christian.

"Deceit in the service
of Allah is holy."

The Koran?

No. An Imam's twisted
interpretation of the Koran,

so that mass murders
don't have to feel guilt.

He's made another bomb.

It's out there right now.

I'm convinced.

What's the dispersal rate
for a bomb packed with, say,

two liters of dioxin?

A homemade device
similar to the car bomb?

That could be 300

to 500 meters.
If the victims weren't killed,

they'd develop cancer,
blindness, lesions, diabetes.

Today's day is marked.

Call Homeland Security.

They'll secure
the apartment.

BOOTH:
There's a convenience store

across the street
from Farid's apartment.

The owner saw him get on
to a bus and head downtown.

We're not sure what bus.

Booth is checking
with the FBI now.

If you find anything...

I know. It's just these bus
schedules are totally confusing.

Yeah. We saw
his datebook.

He had 5:30 circled.

Just check anything that
has anything to do with 5:30--

begins, ends,
whatever. Yeah.

I'm not going anywhere.

Angela's checking, too.

I still don't understand why
Farid would kill his brother.

Because both of them
were developing symptoms, man,

and people were going
to start asking questions,

and then Farid--
he would have been exposed.

He had a mission
to accomplish.

How the hell does he think he's
bringing about a better world

by blowing people up?

Fanaticism and logic
don't go hand in hand.

It's almost 5:30.
Come on, Angela.

Anything between
Woodley Park and downtown.

Okay, okay. Uh...

three movies start at 6:00,

there's a lecture
at Fuller Hall

on birds. I can't imagine

that will be crowded.

And a peace conference at
the Hamilton Cultural Center.

There'll be speeches
by Arab moderates

and a congressman.

That looks like the one.

Peace conference, Hamilton
Cultural Center. That's it.

That's got to be it.
Okay, Gibson, just get your boys

over to the
Hamilton Cultural Center.

Just keep them back
when you get there.

You understand me?
If you spook this guy,

he'll blow himself up
before we can take him out.

Thanks, Angela.
Bye. Bye.

You know,
you don't have to come.

You've got to be kidding me.

( siren wailing )

BOOTH:
We'll start down here

and we'll make our way
upstairs.

MAN ( over P.A. ):
Welcome to the Hamilton Cultural
Center Peace Conference.

We would ask that all delegates
check in

at the orientation...
located at the east atrium

before...
for the keynote speaker address.

There are too many ways in.

Where are
the reinforcements?

Aren't there always
reinforcements?

I'm sure
they're downstairs
tying up the horses.

Sarcasm doesn't help.

Okay, they're
mobilizing SWAT teams

and additional agents,
but it takes time.

And if Farid has the bomb,

spots them,
that could be bad.

If you see him, will you shoot?

He might not
have the bomb.

You don't believe that.

I'm not taking out a target,

Bones, unless I'm sure.

Is that how
you make it easier?

Calling him a target?

You know, you really
picked an odd time

to have
this conversation.

Booth.

Farid?

There! That's Farid.

I'm not sure.

Look, his walk
is labored

from the dioxin
poisoning,

and the parietal bones
in his skull match his picture.

His back's to us.
What if you're wrong?

This is what
I do, Booth.

Do you really
want to wait?

He's carrying something heavy
in his camera bag.

See? The actual weight

is causing
his shoulder to...

No, I can't.

He has all the markers, Booth.

I need a face.

I need a face!
Farid!

On the ground!

He's going
for the bomb!

( people screaming )

I told them to tell the press

that it was
an undercover operation.

But it would be
a Rose Garden
ceremony.

That's an
honor, right?

I thought
you FBI guys
liked your medals.

There's no pleasure
in taking someone's life.

It's nothing to celebrate.

You saved so many people, Booth.

Don't forget that.

Want another drink?

Shouldn't you be getting home?

Tessa will be worried about you.

Yeah.

I guess I should.

Thanks for your help, Bones.

Sure.

( music playing )

* Have you ever
heard the sounds *

* In the shadows of a song?

* Have you ever felt the words

* Blow right through
from beyond? *

* Years pass, people change

* Bluer skies can turn to gray

* Though it's gonna hurt
for now *

* Every ship must sail away

* Every ship must sail away

* Though it's gonna hurt
for now *

* Though it's
gonna hurt for now *

* Every ship must sail away

* Every ship must
sail away. *

What's that mean?