All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E14 - The Devil in the Details (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Come on then, William.
Let's not keep God waiting.

By this holy water
and by your Precious Blood,

wash away all my sins,
O Lord.Amen.

And may this holy water
protect us against evil--[ Sniffing ]

in this world
and in the next.

I smell something weird.

The new candles are smokier
than the last batch.

[ Priest ]
Oh, no!

Oh, my Lord!

[ Panting ]

Most glorious prince
of the heavenly armies,

Saint Michael
the archangel!

God help us!

Be gone, Satan!Pray with me, William.

Defend us in battle...

against the rulers
of this world of darkness,

against the spirits
of wickedness in high places!

Notice how
I'm not tailgating?
Adaptive cruise control.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, well, right now
I'm more worried about a safe
distance between you and me.

Why?Why? Because we're
going to a church,

and you tend to get
blasphemous in churches.

What, you're afraid
that if God smites me with
lightning, you could get hit?

Yeah. I'm usually standing
right beside you.

The Greek god Zeus
also used lightning
to incinerate his enemies.

Although... Zeus apparently
had better aim than your God.

Exactly. Stuff like that.
Just don't say stuff like that.

All right? Are we--
What's going on here?
Are we going the right way?

Yes. All I had to say
was, "Saint Dominic's
Roman Catholic Church"...

[ Dings ]into the voice-activated G.P.S.

Car, could you please
get us there a little faster?No.

The accelerator is not
voice-activated.

It's foot-activated
like a normal car.Right.

Oh. [ Laughs ]
You're joking.Yeah.

That's funny.

[ Police Radio Chatter ][ Man Chattering ]

Father Patrick,
I'm Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

This here's my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

I have no idea what I'm going
to tell our congregation.
He has horns.

Yes. That would have
great meaning for your
superstitious followers.

[ Whispering ]
Yeah, like me.

Was the, uh,
sanctuary locked?

Yes, but doors
and windows mean nothing
to unclean spirits.

Many cultures since
the dawn of humanity have
explained evil as the work...

of mythical,
supernatural beings.

Evil is not mythical,
Dr. Brennan. It emanates
from the opposition.

From Satan and his minions.

[ Booth, Shuddering ]
Bones, that looks
like a demon.

All right?
You understand?
[ Exhales ]

Booth, if your superstitions
are getting the best of you,

I can continue
my examination alone.

I am just saying a prayer
for us to protect us from
the evil. You understand?

I mean, come on.
Even you believe in evil.

Well, I believe
in genetic anomalies
and aberrant behavior.

Also, accidents.

Unfortunately, prayers
do not have much effect
on the physical world.

Those are horns.Yes.

Smell indicates the remains
were doused in some kind
of petrochemical accelerant--

which also explains
why the fire is localized.Right.

And you just blew right past
the whole horn thing.
Have you seen this before?

- No. It's fascinating.
- "Fascinating."

Can't be real, right?
It must be some kind of
plastic or something, right?

No, they appear to be
composed of actual bone.

- Those are real horns?
- You okay, Booth?

Yeah, I'm all right.
Let's just, uh--

What do you say we just get
Hellboy wrapped up and back
to the Jeffersonian?

Come on, guys. Let's go.

All right.
[ Murmurs ]

[ Saroyan ]
I've been a coroner
a long time.

I've seen a lot
of bad things.Define "bad things."

Murder, mayhem, torture,
catastrophe,

suicide, explosions--
you know, the usual stuff.

But this? This gave me a chill.

Because of the demonic
symbolism of the horns?

Well, I just don't want to
end up hovering above my bed...

with my head spinning around
360 degrees.

That would not only be
impossible, but fatal.[ Beeps ]

Right.

Preliminary findings,
Mr. Vaziri?

Well, victim is human--
mostly.

Oh, he's only half joking.

This extension
of cartilage here--Oh, a tail.

- The victim had a tail?
- Unmistakably devilish.

Believing in fallen angels...

and living by the tenets
of empirical science are
mutually exclusive.

Islam teaches us
that Shaitan was not
a fallen angel, but a jinn.

Angels are created from light
and have no free will.

Jinns are created
from smokeless fire and use
their free will to defy Allah.

Not an angel, not a jinn,
and yet, not your
run-of-the-mill man either.

The victim is
Caucasian and, judging
by the partially fused...

epiphyseal union
of the clavicle,
19 to 24 to years of age.

Accelerant was
common motor oil--
available at any gas station.

Well, at least it wasn't
brimstone-- available
only from hell.

[ Hodgins ]
I can't get much off
what's left of his clothes.

It's just a generic mixture
of cotton and man-made fibers.

What do you make of the horns,
Mr. Vaziri?

Whoa! Hey!
Horns fall under my area.

- Only if they aren't
made of bone.
- But they are made of bone.

Really? Huh.

Well, I took a sample
of your horns...

and ran it through
the mass spec.

In addition to calcium,
potassium, manganese
and silica--

Bone, as Mr. Vaziri stated.

I also found calcium carbonate
in the crystal form, aragonite,

which is better known as coral.

Likely, the horns were
cosmetic implants,

but as a result
of biocompatibility,

the remodeled bone
grew within the coral.

What about the tail?
Do you think it's
a cosmetic implant as well?

Vestigial.
It's a vestigial tail.

Well, that's extremely rare
for a child to be born with one.

There is a man in West Bengal
with a 33-centimeter-long
tail...

who some believe is
the reincarnation of Hanuman.

- [ Device Beeps ]
- Hey, I got an I.D.
on our victim.

Is his last name Lucifer?

Can we please call him "Hellboy"
until we find out otherwise?

Oh, we found out
otherwise.

Neal Lowery.
Turns out Neal's the only
missing guy with horns.

- [ Chuckles ] Go figure.
- Where was his
last known residence?

I'm guessing
Mr. Stephen King's basement.

Havenhurst Sanitarium,

where he's being treated
for schizophrenia.

[ Woman ]
Things were fine
when Neal was little.

He was the happiest boy.

He loved cars, toy trucks.
He was a real smart kid.

And your son-- he was
born with a tail?

Yes. Uh, vestigial,
the doctors
called it.

When Neal was 14, a teacher
noticed he'd been beaten and
reported it to Child Services?

Yes, there was
an investigation. The boy's
father had just died,

and Neal was getting really
hard to handle, and I...
reacted badly.

He started setting
things on fire.

Hung my mom's cat in the garage,
so she hit him.

I lost my temper, but I got
the counseling I needed,
and it never happened again.

None of us knew
what was happening.

We didn't know Neal
was getting sick.

The counselor thought
it might help Neal
to have the tail removed.

By then,
he wanted to keep it.

Why? He thought he was
marked by God.

Told people he was
the son of Satan.

Neal was schizophrenic.
It wasn't his fault.

Yeah, well, uh,
what about the horns?

When Neal was 16,

he went off his meds
for the first time and ran away.

And, uh, when the police
found Neal,

he'd had these horns implanted,

and we never saw ourNeal again.

- Not really.
- And when people asked
where he got the horns,

he said hell.

[ Sighs ]

And he's been in and out
of the loony bin ever since.

Havenhurst was
a good place, wasn't it?

Every cent I ever had
went to them for Neal.

He's crazy,
but he's my brother.

So if they did anything
that got him killed--

negligent, whatever--
they need to be
held responsible.

This section of the peritoneal
lining is both thickened
and inflamed,

which indicates the intestines
might have ruptured.

Cause of death?

Hard to tell
based on sample size.

Did you find any fractured bones
in the X-rays that might have
perforated the intestines?

I don't think so.

Whew.Dr. Saroyan?

I know that smell.

Yep. Gangrene.

I've seen this before
in junkies.

They inject between the toes.
Gets infected.

[ Beeping ]As you can see,
there's a fracture...

on the anterior aspect
of the right T5.

There's no way that
ruptured the intestines.

I finished my analysis of
the contents of the boot treads.

In the treads, I found
peat moss, sand and perlite--
also known as potting soil--

as well as seeds
from a plant commonly known
as Christmas roses.

Christmas roses.
That doesn't sound
very satanic.

Yeah, from the genus
"hell-ebore."

Sorry.
Even more interesting, though,

is the legend that hellebore
is the key ingredient...

in a potion meant
to summon the devil.

[ Clears Throat ]
Of course it is.

Oh, hey, did I mention that
I interned at a mental health
facility in Philadelphia?

[ Booth ]
"Interned"?
You mean lived in?

You know the old thing about
how all psychologists need
psychological help?

It's not true.

Is there any chance
that Hellboy wasn't crazy,
but actually possessed?

You mean by a demon?Well, listen.

If the Pope believes
in demonic possession, then,
you know, I at least gotta ask.

I spoke briefly to
the victim's psychiatrist.

Neal Lowery didn't show any
symptoms of demonic possession.

Okay. Growing horns isn't
a sign of possession?[ Scoffs ]

You mean you spoke seriously
on the matter to a man with
a university education?

Evil is out there, Bones.
There's just more
than one explanation.

Yes. Chemical imbalance,
poor role models, ignorance.

Neal Lowery was
a simple schizophrenic
living a simple delusion.

See that? Simple question,
clear answer. Thank you, Sweets.Mm-hmm.

You could have asked him
that on the phone.I brought Sweets along...

so I could sift through
all the crazy-asses
at the loony bin...

and see if any of them
are homicidal.

I'm an excellent loony bin
crazy-ass sifter.

[ Thunderclap ]

You've got to come
back inside.

[ Booth ] Shouldn't these
patients be in straitjackets
or rubber rooms?

Well, some of the patients
are here of their own
free will.

There will be a more secure
locked down section for those
who've been committed.

Oh, Booth?
Look over there.
That's hellebore.

The question is, did Hellboy
trample on those flowers
before or after he was dead?

Well, Hellboy
couldn't have trampled
on them after he was dead.

Sure about that?Yes.

Dr. Copeland's expecting you.

[ Man ]
Neal disappeared
the night before last.

He didn't show up
for his morning meds. [ Woman Shouting ]

So, you thought perhaps
he bolted that night?

Yes.He's escaped before?

Escape
implies incarceration.
We prefer the term AWOL.

The man was committed
to your insane asylum...

because he believed
he was the mythical
embodiment of evil.

Escape seems accurate.

Neal was genius at finding
nooks and crannies where
he'd hole up for days.

We were hoping he'd
done that again, that he'd
show up when he got hungry.

Well, we'd like to ask
your patients and staff
if they know anything.

Oh.[ Booth ]
Oh.

Is that a problem?Staff-- I'm good with that.
Patients?

These are damaged people,
Agent Booth. Their hold
on reality is tenuous.

Well, that's why we brought
our own psychologist.

- You're Dr. Sweets?
- Mm-hmm.

You sounded more experienced
on the phone.

[ Laughing ]

- He means you sounded older.
- I know.

[ Laughing ]
Love it.

It's not that funny, Booth.I think it is.

[ Mutters ]

This is the arts
and crafts area.

Well, the work
is quite--[ Copeland ] Disturbing?

[ Brennan ]
Fascinating. [ Booth ] Yeah, fascinating.

So, did, uh, Neal Lowery
have any enemies here?

Seems the whole presence
of the devil, the tails...

and the horns--
that must have been
quite disrupting.

Actually, schizophrenic
hallucinations can be
way worse than that.

Way, way worse.
Yes, one boy with horns
would barely register.

Well, why didn't you just
have the horns removed
as part of the cure?

I thought this would be
a significant and visible
breakthrough for Neal...

if he made the decision
without being forced.

Oh. What do you think,
Sweets?

- Oh, I buy it.
- Thank you, Dr. Sweets.

Yeah.

You don't think Neal was killed
on the grounds here, do you?
That would not be good.

I'm quite certain
it wouldn't make
any difference to Neal.

Neal-- did he have any, um--
I don't know--

fights with, uh, fellow...

people?Uh, physically, no.

- Arguments?
- A case of competing
delusions, yes,

that deteriorated into
shouting upon occasion,
but nothing more.

Neviah, these people have
some questions for you
about Neal Lowery.

Do you feel up to
speaking with them?

God warned me you'd be
here with questions.

God warns you?

Of course.

How else would I have known
to have this ready for you?

Oh. Okay. Wow.
That's, uh--

- I'm gonna need another
word for fascinating.
- "Creepy"?

So, what are we to learn
from this, Neviah?

You are very-- Um,
you're talented. You're--

[ Brennan ] Obviously, she's
replaced the face of Longinus--

the soldier who drove his spear
through Christ's side during the
crucifixion-- with her own face.

Neviah believes herself to be
the earthly manifestation
of the angel Uriel.

She's put the murder victim's
face in place of...

the crucified devil.

Are you confessing to murder?

You mind if I conduct
the, uh, conversation,
Dr. Brennan?

No. No.
But you might want to know
that the placement...

of the lance here
in the victim's side...

exactly matches the location
where the victim was struck
in real life.

- Oh.
- So, this is true?

I only tell the truth.
As Dr. Copeland told you,

I'm an angel.

I just don't think it's wise
to have Dr. Brennan present
when we question Neviah.

Well, why?What if Neviah told you
that she's an angel?

Something she believes
with her whole heart.
How would you respond?

Well, I'd tell her that angels
don't exist, except, of course,

in works of fiction
such as the Bible
and in children's books.

Right. After which
all we'll get from Neviah
is argument, no answers.

Sweets is right.
Bones, you're out.

I have to admit, it's eerie
the way when I move,

she follows me as though
she knows exactly where I am.

That's because she can see you.

It's a window, Bones.
It's not a two-way mirror.

Oh.Right.

Perhaps I could wait in some
other part of your facility?

Yes, certainly.This isn't really
a good use of my time.

Thank you.
Neviah, could you
describe to me...

the process by which
you create your paintings?

God guides my hand.

I would imagine that God guides
all of your actions, right?
You being an angel.

I only exist to do his will.

Did you know that
Neal Lowery is dead?

Of course.
God told me.

God told you?

Does God speak to you?
Uh, does he come to you
in visions?

He takes over my body
and performs his miracles
through me.

Did you kill Neal?

He was a demon.
I am an avenging angel.

It was my duty.
I used the holy lance.

- Same as in the painting?
- Mm-hmm.

- And where is this lance now?
- It's right here.

- Oh, it's invisible.
- Right. It's gonna be hard
getting fingerprints off that.

Hello.

Can I offer you juice,
cookies,

uh, perhaps a nice serotonin
reuptake inhibitor?

Uh, thank you,
but I just ate.
[ Chuckles ]

Hi. I'm Dr. Phillip Womack.

I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Temperance would be fine.

Beautiful name.

Unfortunately,
most of the patients here
don't exhibit much temperance,

hence the need to
fill them with drugs.

Well, I would probably
medicate as well...

if I was forced to interact
with psychiatrists all day.

No offense.Well, none taken.

Ours is a subjective profession
that often marginalizes the
importance of empirical data.

It is refreshing to meet
a psychiatrist with such
a grounded perspective.

Hmm.
But I assure you...

we have been getting
very good results
with psychopharmacology...

as well as
electroconvulsive therapy.

Perhaps you'd like to see?

- I would enjoy that immensely.
- Who knows? I may be able...

- to convert you to
the wonders of psychiatry.
- [ Laughs ]

Hello, Phillip.
I see you've met
Dr. Brennan.

Yes.Where were
you two going?

Oh, Dr. Womack was going
to show me around.

I don't know if now
is the time, Phillip.

Lloyd is distributing
medication.

Yes, of course.
I should assist.

Perhaps later, Temperance?I'd like that.

Did Phillip try to cure you
of anything?

[ Brennan ]
He's a patient. For almost six years now.

Believe it or not, he came
a long way before plateauing
with this delusion.

I thought we had quite
a lot in common.

Hey, Lloyd.That's right.

Did you find cause of death?Looks like the victim was
struck in the frontal bone...

by a weapon approximately
two centimeters in diameter.

Possibly the same object
that struck him in the ribs.

Okay. So we've got a fracture
to the forehead.

And a Colles' fracture
on the right distal radius.

All delivered by an invisible
heavenly lance.

If it was invisible,
it struck with
a mighty force.

What if, despite her insanity,
what the young woman saw
was in fact evil?

- So you do believe
in the devil.
- As I said.

No, you told me
what your religion says.

I know Shaitan to be real.

I've been in his presence.

I look into his eyes
every day.

I should put my efforts
towards identifying the weapon.

Yes. That would be good.

Jung believed that art provides
an insight into the unconscious.

Yeah. No, I know the drill.
I assisted an art therapist
in college.

You can take one look
at van Gogh's Starry Night--

the dark blues
and the violent brushstrokes.

It's no wonder he killed himself
after painting it.

But Neviah's work
seems conflicted.

The central image is straight
out of Hieronymus Bosch.

The background is full
of warm and vibrant colors.

And her brushstrokes
are calm.

There's no turmoil
or rage in her work.

It could indicate a cold,
measured person...

disconnected from
an emotional life that's
too painful to confront.

Hold on. Hmm.

This is weird.

The topography of the paint
is unusually thick right here.

This could mean
that there's something
underneath the image.

Sometimes when an artist
bowdlerizes their own work,

infrared refractography
can show us what's under
that top coat of paint.

Oh. Wow.

That's, uh-- That's one of
the nurses from the hospital.

He's a demon.Who has just killed the devil.

Neal Lowery.I don't think you need Jung
to figure this one out.

Hold up, Lloyd!

Hey there, Lloyd.
How's it going?Hey.

Turn off your vehicle?Sure.
What are you doing here?

Checking out security tapes
to see if Neal vamoosed
through the front door?

You recognize this picture?

You're not seriously treating
this as evidence, are you?

What's your relationship
with Neal Lowery?

[ Sighs ] I was nice to the guy.
That's my job.

- Look, I'd like to go home.
- No, no, no.
You mind popping your trunk?

What? No. Not unless
you have a search warrant,
which I'm guessing you don't.

Really?
Look at this here.
Excuse me, Bones.

See? "All visitors
and employees agree...

to vehicle search
upon entry and exit."

So, we don't need one.
Right, Bones?We don't need one.

Excuse me.
Let me just grab
that for you.

You stay nice and comfy
in your chair there.

We found evidence of gangrene
between Neal's toes.

He was injecting
something there.

It's common practice
for heroin addicts.Hey, Bones, look at this.

Guy's got his own personal
dojo back here.

Those appear to be the same
diameter as the bruise
on Neal Lowery's skull.

Hmm. Swords.

Nunchakus.

[ Booth Sighs ]

Swell. Look at this.

Drugs. And heroin.

Looks like we found
Neal Lowery's heroin dealer.

[ Exhales ]

None of that stuff's mine.
I mean, one of the patients
must have planted it in my car.

No, no. I really
would not advise you
going down that route.

- Well, it's the truth.
- The truth? You know what?
We're gonna find...

your fingerprints
all over this stuff,
so don't get caught in a lie.

Right? Right. Okay,
so why don't we start with
the dorky martial arts stuff?

Nunchakus and shuriken
aren't dorky, all right?

They're weapons
of a true master.

You see, the fact that you
just called it "shuriken"
proves my "dorky" theory.

So, drugs--
did you steal them
from the hospital pharmacy?

No. How do you know
I didn't buy them from
someone else who stole them?

Okay, look.
People say you're
really a good guy.

I am.Yeah.

So, what do you say
we try and tell the truth?

[ Sighs ] Look,
Neal's medications didn't work.

All right? I mean, the tranqs
and the antipsychotics--

they turned him into a zombie,
but they didn't make him
feel any better.

But, uh, this did?

Yeah. I mean, heroin
removed his agitation.

For the first time,
you could talk to the guy.

Mmm. How did Neal
pay for the heroin?

I took his meds in exchange.For your own use?

No. No. I-I volunteer
at a community outreach
for the homeless.

A lot of those people
need meds.

You see?
You really are a good guy.

Yeah, I am. I am a good guy.

You are a good guy.
The only problem is that,
uh, these nunchakus--

[ Clears Throat ]
They could probably be
the murder weapon.

Why would I kill Neal?

It doesn't matter
if you're a good guy.
You're a drug dealer.

- Drug dealers-- they get into
arguments with other clients.
- No, no, I was helping him.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Uh, in the dayroom.

We talked, and then later that
evening his brother came looking
for him, but he was gone.

Mm-hmm. I'm still holding you
on controlled substances.

You believe I didn't
kill Neal, right?Doesn't matter what I believe.

Matters what I can prove.

Anything
on the nunchakus?

Mmm, they are
completely clean.

There are dents, though,
so they've been used.

Can you rule them out
as the murder weapon?

Are you asking me
to do an experiment?

With Arastoo.

Why are you saying
his name like that?

Like what?

"Arastoo."
Like you're chewing on his name.

Arastoo said that he looks
at the devil every day.

Maybe he has low self-esteem.Or--

You know what they
call us, right?"They" being?

Muslims. Some Muslims--
the ones over there
trying to kill us.

Yeah, they call us
"the Great Satan."

Oh.

Look-- here. What I found.

Radiating microfractures
in the cartilage of the
victim's vestigial tail.

Radiating microfractures
plus a ruptured intestine?

What does that mean?He was slammed
into something.

Perhaps in fact
he did wrestle
with an archangel and lose.

As it should be.
The devil lost,
as he always must.

I will inform Dr. Brennan.

- "The devil lost"?
- "As he always must"?

What if Arastoo means us?

Arastoo is a very sweet,
gentle guy, you know?

I know, but that doesn't mean
that in his heart he doesn't
look down on us.

Do you wanna work
with someone who thinks
you're the Great Satan?

No, I don't want
to be the Great Satan.

I don't even want
to be a minor demon.
Want me to talk to him?

Yes. But, unfortunately,
dopey interpersonal crap
falls under myjob description.

The discrepancies from
the pharmacy have always been
so small, well within breakage.

[ Sweets ] We understand.Understand?
Why do we understand?

Well, Lloyd Robertson
was a nurse practitioner.

He had pharmacy privileges,
right? He cooked the drug log.

Patients liked Lloyd,
the staff.

He honestly wanted to help
people-- or at least fooled me
into thinking that was the case.

Well, so much for penetrating
psychological insights.

Can I speak to you
for a moment?

I've listened to you take
shots at my profession,
and that's okay.

I'm a big boy, a tolerant man.
But I want you to think
about something.

I spend every working hour
of every day trying to help
people who are living in hell.

That's an honorable way
to spend a life.

Perhaps more honorable
than figuring out...

what happened to dead people
who are already beyond
pain and suffering.

Intentions,
however misguided, do count.
I understand that.

I hope you won't think I'm too
picky when I point out that
that wasn't an actual apology.

But perhaps it's the best
you can manage.

[ Booth ]
Ah, look at that.
You're shaking hands.

Great. Everyone's made up
and we're friends now. Great.

- No!
- [ Woman Screams ]

No! Just--
Oh! Just get away!
Get away!

Hold his right side down!Go right!

[ Groaning ]Do you hear me?

Just relax and let
the medicine help.

It's not the right medicine!
I need the right medicine!

What's the right
medicine, Phillip?

I want the medicine
Lloyd gave me.
Where is Lloyd?

I need the special medicine.
I'm a doctor.

- Lloyd gave you
special medicine?
- I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor.

[ Woman ]
Stop! Stop poking him!

I'm gonna need
to search this facility.

I apologize, Dr. Copeland.

I apologize for
undervaluing your work.

[ Man ]
Very sad now!
He's gonna be sad now!

Test number one.

Now, I've placed sensors
in this dummy...

to register the impact
of the nunchaku strikes.

[ Beeping ]

[ Sighs ]

Ha! Hyah!

Dr. Hodgins, with nunchakus,
it's very important that you--

Ooh!

[ Groaning ]Are you all right?

Son of a bitch!
[ Groans ]

As I was saying, nunchakus
are deceptively difficult...

to maneuver if you've
had no practice.

[ Groaning ]Um, may I?

[ Groans ]
No--

Okay. [ Sighs ]
Knock yourself out.

I did.

Oh!

What are you,
some kind of Persian ninja?

[ Groaning ]

[ Groaning Continues ]

- [ Beeping ]
- That can't be right.

Oh. Okay. Yeah, no,
that's better.

Was this the
murder weapon?Uh--

The diameter of the weapon
matches, but, see--

Okay. Nunchakus swing on an axis
because of the chain.

Right? Which means the force
increases exponentially...

along the length
of the striking surface.

But the victim's wound
was proportional along
the length of the weapon.

If Lloyd the drug-dealing nurse
killed Neal the demonic
schizophrenic,

then this was not the weapon.

[ Thuds To Ground ]

So, how long have you been
practicing psychiatry,
Dr. Womack?

Longer than you have,
Dr. Sweets.[ Chuckles ]

Yes, my youth has often
been an obstacle to gaining
trust with patients.

That's why I often pretend
to be one of them.

Oh, that's interesting.
Okay, so in order to gain trust
from the patients at the ward,

you pretend to be
mentally ill yourself?

I'm a natural actor.
It helped Lloyd
cooperated...

and treated me like
I was a patient instead
of his immediate superior.

What about Dr. Copeland?

Ethan is a very fine
psychiatrist,

but he's very conservative
when it comes to the distinction
between doctor and patient.

A traditionalist?

Yes, exactly, Dr. Sweets.
Exactly.

I'm sorry, Ethan, but this
is an official investigation,
and I must be honest.

So, you and Lloyd Robertson
treated Neal Lowery together?

Only with regard to medication.

Neal and I shared a few
secrets I did not divulge--
patient confidentiality.

I don't suppose
you'd tell me what?

No, I couldn't possibly.

I breached patient
confidentiality once,
and I still feel bad about it.

Hmm. Was this regarding
Neal Lowery or--

I'm sorry, Dr. Sweets,
I have nothing whatsoever
to say on the matter.

It's closed.
I'll ask that you extend me
that professional courtesy.

Sure.

- You found something?
- Yes. Cause of death.

Excellent. What happened?

First, I'd like
to clarify something.

After we talked
about my beliefs,
you were clearly upset.

What? No, that's not true.

My words could have been
construed as a Muslim referring
to America as the Great Satan.

I'm not familiar
with that phrase.

Could we get back to this?

I found microfractures
in the metacarpals...

on the same arm
with the Colles' fracture.

I love this country,
Dr. Saroyan.

When I said I see
the devil's face daily--

You know I served
as a translator in Iraq.

Normal day, milk run
to an outlying village
to talk about water,

and an I.E.D.
took out our Humvee.Oh, my God.

Two dead, three wounded,
and I was the only one
left conscious.

I'm a translator.
I use words.

But coming towards us
with an AK-47--
an insurgent.

He raised it, intending
to finish us off.

And that was the devil?No, no.

I shot this man
in the heart.

The devil, that evil--

I saw it in his eyes, sure,
but it was in me, too,
when I pulled that trigger.

You were defending
your unit, Mr. Vaziri.

This man
lay dead at my feet.

I searched his body
for identification...

and I found a photograph
of him with his little boy,

his wife laughing.

A family.

Tell me that the devil
did not win on that day.

You didn't lose your faith.
You pray five times a day.

I have to believe that Allah
will show me how to live.

I found microfractures
on the maxillary
and mandibular.

He was electrocuted?The current must have
passed through his hand,

traveled across his body
then out his backside.

It was the muscle spasms
that caused his intestines
to rupture.

I should let Dr. Brennan
know right away.

Of course.

I did... think that--

wonder if you considered us
to be the Great Satan.

- I am familiar
with that phrase.
- I know.

I was there when you told
Dr. Hodgins that his T-shirt...

which read
"I am with the Great Satan"...

is not suitable work attire.

Was Neal Lowery
receiving shock therapy?

No. Why?

Neal Lowery died
from being electrocuted.

Well, E.C.T. equipment generates
a maximum 225 volts, and there's
a fail-safe mechanism.

Our analysis indicates that
Neal Lowery endured an extended
shock of at least 480 volts.

Is there anywhere
in this complex where 480 volts
might be generated?

I think it would be best
if we get an electrical engineer
to answer that.

- There's a guy in Ward 4 who
believes he's Thomas Edison.
- [ Chuckles ]

Sorry.

These are the electrical plans
for the retrofit...

that was completed
at Havenhurst 15 years ago.

All the wiring
and breakers--

there's nothing more
than 225 volts.

Now, I'm scanning
the original plans,
and they're from 1908.

Okay.

So, on the original blueprint,
there was a four-wire,

600-volt transformer
in the basement.

The southwest corner of the
basement where the old generator
is installed was sealed off.

Except for these
all-access panels.

Yeah, but they'd need those
in case of a fire.

Dr. Copeland said that
Neal Lowery had a knack...

for searching out nooks
and crannies to hide out in.

Okay, the access panel
should be down this
corridor to the left.

Ah, you got to be
kidding me.Wait.

[ Chuckles ]

I also have an app
that gives you
song titles.

All you have to do
is hum a few notes--Maybe later, okay?

Okay, it should be
behind all of this.

[ Booth ]
Look at that.

[ Booth ]
Careful.

Check this out.

Someone was cooking heroin.

[ Sweets ]
So, maybe Phillip follows
Neal down here,

sees him using,
decides to administer a little
electroshock on the spot.

[ Brennan ]
Burnt flesh
on the transformer.

And blood on the water pipe.

Booth? Yeah.

Oh, my God.

The electrical circuit
must have been completed...

when Neal backed
into this water pipe.

[ Sweets ]
Look what I found.

"Welcome to hell."

I ran a simulation
of the electrocution...

based on the current
that was generated by
the equipment at Havenhurst.

Wait. But he's not dead.Yeah, I know.

Based on Neal's age and weight,
plus the clothes he was wearing,

that current would have
thrown him clear.

- And he should have survived.
- Plus the muscular
contortions and spasms...

were nowhere near violent
enough to fracture his wrist.

So, then what happened?

What if Neal Lowery wasn't
wearing his rubber-soled boots?

Okay. Give me a second.

You know, I just don't
think that someone...

who just shot himself up
with heroin is likely
to, uh, put his boots on.

Why?Well, 'cause
he's on the nod.

That means that he, uh, vomits
and succumbs to the euphoria.

Wow. Listen to you,
all street.

Maybe Phillip administered
the heroin to Neal...

as though it were some kind
of legitimate medicine.

No. Between the toes--
that's not legitimate.

- The guy is crazy, Sweets.
- But he's consistent.

Phillip operates rationally
behind his delusions.
He believes he's a doctor.

Angela, can you call up a photo
of Neal's boots as they
were found on the remains?

Mm-hmm.[ Typing ]

[ Beeping ]Okay.

Here.

Okay, let me get in closer.

Neal Lowery was left-handed.
He didn't tie these shoes.

What? How can you tell?

Well, a left-handed person,
double knotting--

the second knot
would loop behind.

This one loops in front.

[ Angela ] Yeah, but still,
it must have been a left-handed
person who tied the knot.

Only he or she must have
been facing the victim.

Oh. That is amazing.

I think. It's al--
It's also very confusing.

I am ready to run
the simulation with the boots
removed from the equation.

That's it.
He was electrocuted first,

and then his boots put back on
after he was dead.

Double knots--
that's the way someone
would treat a child.

I say we're looking
for somebody left-handed.

I say the killer may have left
his or her D.N.A. on the laces.

It's not possible.
It's just not possible.
Gabe wouldn't kill his brother.

Mrs. Lowery, what you
and your family went through--

it's almost unbearable.

Gabe loved his brother.
Why would he do
such a thing?

We know that Gabe went to visit
Neal the night he disappeared.

We believe that there was
another patient...

named Phillip who told Gabe
about Neal's hideout
in the basement.

Gabe found Neal
shooting up heroin.

Gabe struck Neal with a pipe.

Neal fell back
into a transformer
and was electrocuted.

But the church?
The burning on the altar?

We all become angry at God
sometimes, Mrs. Lowery.

[ Mrs. Lowery ]
Who could blame him?

Why did God do this
to my family?
We were good people.

And then--

this.

I'm sorry for your pain.

You--

You can't even
imagine my pain.

[ Brennan ]
I need to ask you
some things.

You gonna ask me
about God and the devil?

Yes.

You're gonna ask me
how God can place
such a burden on good people.

No. I'm going to ask you how
you still believe in a kind god
after a case like this.

Is my faith shaken?

Yeah. Mm-hmm. It is.

It is?

Yeah. I'll go home tonight
and I'll lie in bed...

and I'll toss and I'll turn
and I'll beat myself up,

and, uh,
I'll question everything.

Will you get
your faith back?Always have in the past.

So, you have faith that you
will retain your faith?

Why?

Because, Bones,

the sun will come up,
and tomorrow's a new day.

I know that feeling.
[ Chuckles ]

Really?Mm-hmm.

You know what it feels like
to get your faith back?

When I see effects and I'm
unable to discern the cause,

my faith in reason
and consequences is shaken.

Then what happens?

Two plus two equals four.

I put sugar in my coffee,
and it tastes sweet.

The sun comes up
because the world turns.

These things
are beautiful to me.

There are mysteries
I will never understand.

But everywhere I look,

I see proof that
for every effect...

there is a corresponding cause,

even if I can't see it.

I find that reassuring.

And life is good again.

[ Chuckles ]
Life is very good.

Yes, it is.

Amen.[ Laughs ]

What's that mean?