All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S05E15 - The Bones on the Blue Line (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ People Chattering ]

- [ Man Chattering ]
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Cries ]

Uh, excuse me.
Are you all right?

Yes. Thanks. Yes, um--
[ Sniffles ]

In fact, I'm great.

I've been
fighting leukemia
for the past eight years,

and now,
I just got a text--

I'm cancer-free.

That's awesome.
Congratulations, man.

It's-- Oh, my God.
[ Laughs ]

I've been on hold
for almost half my life.

No more. No.
I'm gonna travel.

I'm gonna sleep with exotic
women in exotic places.

I-I'm gonna do
anything I want.

Hey, that sounds
like a good plan.

Congrats, man.

Ms. Iwanaga has come
all the way over from Japan...

just to interview me
about my new book.

Oh, Really?
So her book is
big in Japan too?

Yes, very popular.
Spine tingling.

Oh. Spine tingling
is good, Bones.

Well, except when it indicates
a dangerous nerve disorder.

She's also interested
in how you work.

Oh, sure.
As long as
we keep you safe.

That is what Agent Andy
would say in your books.

- [ Ground Rumbling ]
- Holy--

- It is an earthquake.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's not an earthquake.
This-- This isn't California.

In both 1811 and 1812,
large tremors shook D.C.,

and again in 1828.

We can discuss this later.Oh!

[ Rattling, Banging ]Okay. That was big.

[ Rattling ][ Chandelier Jingling ]

[ Shouting ]

Whoa. What's goin' on?

- [ Loud Crack ]
- Let's get outta here!
The water main just broke!

Go! Go!
Get your butt outta here!

[ Wheels Screeching ]

Oh, my God.What the hell is that?

- [ Groans ]
- [ People Clamoring ]

Oh, no.

[ Ragged Breathing ]

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Look. There's Sweets.

[ Brennan ]
He looks very upset.

When I talked to him,
he said the guy died
in his arms.

- You guys with the F.B.I.?
- F.B.I. Yeah. We're here
about the human remains.

That's him
right over there.

- No, uh, the skeleton.
- Oh. right.
Uh, Officer Grant--

- She can help you.
- I'll meet up with you.
I'm gonna go see Sweets.

Officer McKenna Grant is just
over there in the police vest.

Thanks.

[ Man ]
Bring me a line.

Get that pump
movin' again.Hey.

You all right?Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, you don't look fine.Oh, it's, you know--

It's a whole subway car
full of people,

and the worst injury's
a broken arm--
except for this guy.

- I can see that.
- I was just talking to him,
um, when it hit,

and he just beat cancer.

All right, look.
Tell you what.

Let's go over here
and just have a seat.
Try to relax.

I, uh-- You know,
he talked about
traveling and-and--

And-And sleeping
with exotic women,

and he was gone.

- Just like that.
- Just have a seat.

All right?
Just relax, all right?

And I'm gonna go check on Bones,
and I'll come back
and take you to the office.

All right?That's fine.

- Okay?
- Uh-huh. It's no problem.

[ Deep Exhale ]

[ Sighs ]

Your friend said
the skeleton washed up
against the train window.

It would have
freaked me out.

Booth, this is Officer Grant
with the transit police.

Water mains, they broke
all through the city.

Yeah, and this station
was closed for construction.

- That's probably why
it flooded like that.
- This is a male.

Early 30s.
Dead at least a week.

Probably washed
out of the tunnel
when the main broke.

This could be
quite a thrilling opening
for your next book.

Yeah.

- What'd she say?
- Never mind.

There are
striations on the bones
from animals scavenging.

Probably rats
in the subway tunnel.

That explains why there's
so little tissue left.

Like the remains
in your book
Bred in the Bone.

Oh, no. Those remains were eaten
by weasels, not rats.

It's a different genus
altogether,

although dentition
is similar.

There's some kind
of viscous film
on the humerus and scapula.

- I'll take a swab
for Hodgins.
- [ Device Beeps ]

So other than
the cancer survivor who
died in Sweets's subway car,

there were no other fatalities.

Just a couple chimneys down,
some stuff falling off shelves.

Really rotten luck
for that poor guy.

This one too, apparently.

Hello.
I'm Angela Montenegro.

Oh, Ms. Iwanaga is interviewing
me for a Japanese magazine.

Oh. Okay.
[ Chuckles ]In her books...

you must be Amanda.Oh, well, I have
a lot more fun than Amanda.

Angela, perhaps you could
take Ms. Iwanaga to my office.

- We can discuss my book
a little later.
- Of course.

- Right this way.
- [ Device Beeps ]

Lance. What are you doing here?

I came to offer
my services.

Earthquakes can cause
psychological trauma.Yes--

For you, baby--
What you've been through.

- I'm fine, Daisy.
- Sweets, you saw
somebody die.

[ Daisy ]
I know my Lancelot.

You needed to see me,
didn't you?I'm just trying to do my job.

Oh.

Booth told you to go home.
He knows about things
like this, Sweets.

We'll call if we need you,
I promise. We'll have
Hodgins drive you home.

[ Murmurs ]

Bye, Lancelot.

Note the victim's clavicle.

- It's dented.
- [ Daisy ]
And blue.

There's also a blue nick
on the C7.

Something blue pierced
his clavicle and went through
to the back of his neck.

That would have sliced
through the carotid artery.

Ms. Wick, take molds
of the clavicle
for a possible weapon,

and swab the blue pigment
for Hodgins.

[ Sweets ] You didn't have
to give me a lift.
I have a car.

Seeing someone die, Sweets--

You don't just
go on with your day
after something like that.

Right. Of course.
I was just--

You know, I thought, if
I could help other people--

Yes, but, you know,
sometimes you can't.

[ Sighs ]
Eight years
of chemo and radiation.

He said he was gonna
do all the things that
he'd been putting off.

And then he was gone.

I'm sorry, man.

I just don't--
I don't wanna disappear...

without living the life
that I wanna live.

Well, hey, how about you start
by taking the afternoon off?

Amanda is the best friend
of Dr. Reichs in her books.

Are you also friends
with Dr. Brennan?

Absolutely. Yeah.
We're, uh--
We're best friends.

I see. Amanda once had sex
with Agent Andy.

Then I assume you also had--

Oh, no, no.
No, no, no. No.

Not me. What are you
writing there?
Stop writing.

The books and life
are not the same thing.
Most of the time.

- Okay, Ms. Iwanaga,
I'm all yours.
- Excellent.

Dr. Reichs's relationship
with Agent Andy is based
on you and Booth.

The quite notorious
sex life they share and--

What? No.
We're not them.

They're fiction.
Wh-What are you writing?

Uh, you started writing
before I answered.

- She loves to write.
- Your readers
feel the passion.

My readers appreciate
the intricate plots
and the unique forensics.

Why aren't you
writing that down?
That was interesting,

what I just said.Dr. Brennan.

- Ms. Wick.
- I found a tooth
in the victim's scapula.

- Oh, my gosh.
Am I interrupting?
- A tooth?

I'm sorry, Ms. Iwanaga.
We can continue this
later.

Gomennasai.

Do you and Amanda
share an interest
in painting?

- Yes.
- [ Chuckles ]

But-But listen,
that does not mean...

that I had a thing
with a Norwegian prince.

You got that, right--
that Amanda and I
are different people?

Belgian and Norwegian
are not at all the same thing.

[ Chuckles ]
Believe me.

There,
in the corocoid process.

At first, I thought it was
some kind of mineralized
connective tissue,

But then I remembered,
in your book,

Dr. Reichs is confounded
by the anomalous 13th rib.

Note how you are able to retain
the important facts
from the book.

And... what does
all of this mean?

It's definitely a tooth.
I tested it. A canine.

And look here.
He's missing his canine.

Someone extracted his tooth
and surgically implanted it
in his scapula?

Okay, if that's his tooth,
what's that in the middle of it?

Modified
osteo-odonto-keratoprosthesis.

Of course.
It's a new surgery
to restore sight.

In your shoulder?They used the tooth as
an anchor for a prosthetic lens.

- So the victim was blind.
- This is a rare operation.

We should contact
ophthalmologists in the area.

One of them can probably
I.D. the victim.

I identified the blue substance
on his bones as a polymer.

Paint or rubber. Maybe dye.

- That's why I'd like to go
searching for rat poop.
- Of course you'd like that.

Yes. The victim was eaten
by rats in the subway tunnels.

Rat excrement will contain
not only inorganic clues,

but digested remains
from the victim.

- That could give us
time of death too.
- Go for it.

I'll need some help.

You seem to know your poop.

- [ Squeaking ]
- Did you get to the part
in Bone of Contention...

where Kathy has to swim
through the sewage tunnel
looking for the killer's teeth?

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

On page three so far.
I've been busy
with the murder.

- I speed-read.
- Yeah. Of course you do. Hey.

Rat poop.
Let's bag that, okay?

[ Squeaking ] There are our
furry little friends.

All right, there's gotta be
a rats' nest nearby...

'cause rats stay close to home,
so keep your eyes open.

Here's a trail
of fecal matter.Yep.

I think it's
Dr. Brennan's best book.

People think
that scientists
aren't romantic,

but Dr. Brennan
has a knack
for the steamy.

Yeah, well,
still waters run deep.

Wait until you get
to page 187.

It is H-O-T.

She describes this move
that Agent Andy makes.

Lance and I tried it
a few times, and oh, my God.

- The neighbors complained.
- Rat poop, Ms. Wick.
Rat poop.

You have to check it out.

[ Gasps ]
Rat nest.

[ Hodgins ]
Oh, yeah.

As rat nests go,
this is the mother ship.

There has got to be
some gifts in here for us.

Ventilation grates.

The body could
have been dropped
through there.

Yeah. All right.
Let's start bagging
some excrement.

A white cane.

Our victim was blind.

Martin Aragon.
Thirty years old.
Lives in Kingman Park.

His eye surgeon
identified him.

He's a scribe.I beg your pardon?

Seriously.
He wrote letters
for a living.

His business partner's name
is Sophia Meade. I don't like today one bit.

This man was on the verge
of maybe having
his sight returned,

and Lance's dead friend
from the subway just found out
he was cured of leukemia.

- Yeah, it's ironic.
- With all due respect,
that's not irony.

People may think it's irony,
but it's really just a--

unfortunate juxtaposition
of events.

Well, guess they're gonna need
a shorter word for that.

Mm-hmm.

Dr. Brennan,
why doesn't Agent Andy wear
a "Cocky" belt buckle?

Because Andy isn't Booth.
Wh-Why does everyone
think that?

Agent Booth thinks he is.

He says they are both
brave and attractive.Well, he's wrong.

You do not think
he's attractive?

Uh, I think his symmetry
is pleasing, yes.

But, Ms. Iwanaga,
the characters in my books...

are really only there
to further the forensics.

I do not agree.
The sex is very involving.

Why does everyone
think that?
It-It's just sex.

Imaginative sex.Okay, I only
include that...

and the personal interactions
to denote the passage of time.

Wh-What are you writing?
I only took
conversational Japanese.

Page 187.

Oh, my God.

Hodgins.One moment, please.

Personal privilege
point of order.

How's your rat poop?Page 187.

Mind reading it aloud?

Page 187.
I am not reading
the sparky bits to you.

You can get
somebody else
to do that, sick-o.

Okay, fine.
Read it to yourself then.

[ Sighs ]

That's that thing that Ido.
Nobody else does that thing.

It's my thing
that I do.

Right.It's not
a well-known thing.

It's, you know,
my thing that I do.

Right, I remember.
I was there.

You told Brennan
about that thing I do.

- It's a very good thing.
- It's my thing that I do.

Did you tell her
that it was my thing?

- You mean did I
give you credit?
- Yes. Did you?

- No.
- Good, 'cause I don't
need her looking at me,

thinking about
that thing I do.

Well, that's good then.

But now that thing I do
is in print,

and every guy that reads
that book is gonna
give it a shot.

[ Sighs ]
Oh, well.

You know I got
other things that I do.[ Chuckles ]

My advice?

Only sleep with guys
that can't read,

'cause otherwise
you'll never be rid of me.

[ Sighs ]
Yeah.

I'm very worried
about Lance.

I didn't mean
to say that out loud.

I just thought it so hard
that it popped out of my mouth.Apology accepted.

That guy dying
right in front of him
really freaked him out.

He's very sensitive.

Not inured to
death and mortality
like you and I are.

The pattern of this pitting--
I believe it resulted
from blowback.

From a gunshot?Most probably.

The victim was shot
with a gun, and he was standing
in front of something glass.

Which shattered
and blew back
into his skull.

Then the bullet
must have been blue.

Are there such things
as blue bullets?

That's for me to find out.
Right?

Yes. 'Cause that's my job.

Martin and I have been
business partners
for six years.

We've been writing letters
for people since we got
out of college.

How did he adjust
to the fact that he was blind?

He loved reading and writing
more than anything.

The past couple of years,
he's been very down
and depressed.

That's why he
got that operation.Listen.

How does this whole, uh,
professional letter-writing
thing, you know, work?

Well, most people are unable
to express themselves
in a cogent manner.

Martin and I know how
to do that.

Does it pay well?Fifty dollars a page
for simple letters.

- Fifty bucks.
- 250 for legalese.

So, uh, someone owes me money--You come to us.

Yes. Or if you got
bad service.

Letters to the editor,
congressmen.

- Even Dear John letters.
- When was the last time
you saw your partner?

Last week.
We don't work together
every day.

I have kids.
I work from home.

So, clients-- do they ever
want their money back?

Yeah, we have dissatisfied
customers, like any business.

But no one's ever
threatened us.

You're welcome to look
at our archives.

Oh, so you have copies
of everything?

Yes. On disk.

God. Our victim is
an expert on everything.

I mean, look at
all these letters here.

Parking tickets, income tax,
court orders-- the whole thing.

Get to a point where
I'd want to kill him too.

Sweets?

Yeah? Yeah, sorry.

- You sure you're ready
to come back to work?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

You know, that guy
in the subway--

one way to look at it is,
uh, that he died happy.

What? Well, think about it.

This guy gets this great news,
and what's he do?

He shares it
with a stranger.

You're gonna think
I'm stupid for saying this,

but the whole thing--

it felt like a message.

Right. A message.
I believe in messages.

Yeah, it was like a message--

Go ye forth and live life
to the fullest.

Something like that.Live life to its fullest.

People should
do that more often.

Moment to moment,
day to day,
but they don't.

Wait till you see this.
Look at this letter
right here.

Letter actually written
by the victim.

I mean,
it's written by him.

And signed, uh--
Signed by him.

He's complaining
about a sandwich franchise.

Says it's disgusting
and should be shut down. What?

Yeah, but
you know what?
Keep reading.

Right? He kept a reply.

"You're destroying
my career and my living.

People have been killed
for less."

- It's a death threat.
- It's a death threat.

I put together a timeline
made out of rat poop.

And now I'm in
a sixth-grade science fair.

The oldest poop
containing human remains
dates from seven days ago.

Now, I also found this.

Is that the color
that was found on the bones?Mm-hmm.

The same sub-micrometer
blue polymer base material.

Now I'm running
a scan of companies
that manufacture it...

to see if it's ever been
used for ammunition.

And... check this out.
Also found this.

- Is that leather?
- Mm-hmm. It's a piece
from the sole of a shoe.

- The victim's?
- No. His we matched
with D.N.A.

This leather was found
in a rat's stomach,
along with bits of the victim.

They were ingested
at the same time.

This could have come
from whoever killed
Martin Aragon.

Mm-hmm.What do you know?

- King of the lab.
- Wow.

That's a first.
Usually I have to say it.

Yes, but I wanted
to hear how it sounded
with a touch of modesty.

[ Door Opens ]

Stewart, so--

So I spoke to Sammy's
corporate office.

I found out
you lost your franchise
in Rock Creek last month.

What's this about?They said that they
pulled the plug on you...

because you got into a--

What'd they call it?
A, uh, altercation with one
of the customers there.

- You two fought?
- Oh, yeah.
That blind creep Aragon.

He comes in twice a week
for three months.

One day he gets sick,
and it's my fault.

Those letters--
they was just some
kinda crazy vendetta.

So what's this?
The son of a bitch
comin' after me again?

He's dead.
He was murdered.

Well, then someone
did the world a favor,
but it wasn't me.

That bastard cost me
over a hundred thousand.
I lost everything.

You wrote him back,
saying you'd-you'd
kill him...

if he didn't stop writing
to the head office.Ho-Hold on, man.

That's just something
that you say, okay?

I was goin' under.
My wife left me.

I offered him
five free lunches,

but nothing
was good enough for him.

Where were you last
Thursday night? Anywhere near
Rock Creek subway station?

- Why?
- "Why"?

Second ago, you were
happy he's dead. Now--

You don't wanna
tell me anything? Why?

Man!

Even from the grave,
this dude is ruining my life.

Hey, I don't have
to say nothin'.

I want one of those
court-appointed lawyers.

Sure. Okay. Take about
a couple hours.
Sit tight.

[ Door Opens ]

I believe my books
are popular because
they introduce the reader...

to the world
of forensic anthropology.

Why aren't you writing?
You usually write down
everything.

Why did it take so long
for Dr. Reichs to have sex
with Agent Andy?

For the same reason
that she used stable isotopes...

to determine
that the victim spent
her childhood in East Timor.

The oxygen isotopes
we ingest through
food and water...

are incorporated into
the hydroxyl-carbonic
appetite of bone.

Y-You should be
writing this down.

Will she ever tell Andy
about her affair with Ryan?

That was inconsequential fluff,
Ms. Iwanaga.

It's why they fight
in chapter six.

They identify the lotus
tooth in chapter six.

That is when their passion
is released-- page 187.

Why are you only
asking about things
that mean nothing?

Those are the things
that mean everything.

All anyone cares about
are the characters.

Oh, it's what
they relate to, you know?
It makes the story real.

No, the facts make it real.
They're indisputable.

Well, if you believed that,
you wouldn't write it
as well as you do.

Angela helps me
with those scenes.

What?Angela helps me.

Page 187?Angela.

Though I'm anxious
to try it.

Really?

[ Angela ]
So these are all the letters
he was paid to write?

Yeah. Yeah.
Look at this one.

"Your breath gives me life.
We're joined by love's
tender coil.

Sight ruled
by my heart alone."

Well, that is very romantic.

Somebody definitely
got their money's worth.

No, I-- I don't think
it was written
for a stranger.

Yeah, but this is
for the customer.Yeah, but look.

"Sight ruled
by my heart alone."

He's blind.
It was about him.

Lance. I heard
you were here.
I've been calling.

I know. Um--

I've been busy doing
a lot of thinking, Daisy.

About what?
I know something
is bothering you.

You have to share it
with me.

Uh, guys, I'm gonna leave.No, you know what?

We should work.
I'll call you.
I'll call you.

Okay. I'll--

Okay.

What's goin' on, Sweets?

You know, I only have
one life, Angela,

and I don't want
to play it safe, so--

Now I'd really
like to work.

Okay.

I can check
these e-mail headers
to see who got these letters.

Maybe it was some kind
of love affair gone wrong.

Okay, the server
sent the message
to this I.P. address.

- The remote desk top is open.
- Okay, what just happened?

Uh, well, we now have
full control...

over the computer
that received these e-mails.

Whoa, what'd you just do?Turned the Web cam on.

Hey, that is the manager
at the subway station.

Well, then,
that is who Martin Aragon
sent the love letters to.

[ Daisy ]
Where we going?

Uh, Cam asked me
to get you out of the lab.

Why?Because you keep sighing
and moaning.

I thought I was
keeping that to myself.No. No.

You were sharing
with everyone.Why do you drive a minivan?

Do you have kids
that we don't know about?I'm an artist, Daisy.

And the Sienna
has plenty of room.

Plus, I stink
at parallel parking,
and that back-up camera thing...

is, like, the invention
of the century.

So why are you sighing
and moaning, Daisy?

Because--
Have you ever been dumped?

[ Chuckling ]
Of course.

Hasn't everybody?Not me.

- Never?
- Never.

I'm... smart.

I'm extremely attractive.
Plus, I'm a sexual dynamo.

Mmm.

So, do you think that Sweets
is gonna break up with you?

I don't know, because
it's never happened before.

He's pushing me away.

He's been avoiding me.Oh.

[ Scoffs ]
You don't have
anything to worry about.

- Why?
- Because before
they break up with you,

guys usually get
really affectionate
and sweet.

- Does it always
happen like that?
- No. No, not always.

So you can't give me
any real help at all,

even though
you've been dumped a lot.Not a lot, Daisy.

[ Sighs ]
Why would Lance
break up with me?

I'm awesome!

I paid the dude
to write letters for me.

Is that a crime?

- To?
- Officer McKenna Grant.

Officer Grant,
the transit cop...

that was at the accident?Yeah.

I was getting
nowhere with her.

She was all wrapped up
with this dude,
Eddie Ceraficki.

Aragon said he could appeal
to her romantic side.

- So you could close the deal.
- Yeah.

She has a cute ass,
you know?

I thought maybe
that poetry stuff--
it could work.

Right. Right.

You are quite a romantic,
Colin.

Tell you what though.
Martin Aragon was murdered.

You're kidding me.

Try to look surprised, okay?
It'll help.

I swear.
I had no idea.

You know, maybe when
he wrote these letters to her--

Yeah, yeah.
That's what it is.

Maybe when he wrote
these letters to her,

he actually fell in love
with her himself.

Why would I care?
As long as
the letters worked.

But those letters--
they didn't work.

And you,
you shelled out a lot of money
for those letters, right?

What do you end up with?
A blind guy who falls
in love with your girlfriend.

That would make you pretty mad,
wouldn't it?

Am I right, Colin?

[ Angela ]
I feel uncomfortable
talking about this.

I mean, is this
because of something that
that Japanese journalist said?

[ Booth ]
No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's just, Riku asked Bones...

about some of
the character stuff in her book,

and when we were alone, Bones--
She told me you helped her.

[ On Speakerphone ]
Yeah, I might've given her
a few suggestions. That's all.

Suggestions like,
um, I don't know. What?

Okay, look, Brennan
types up her book,

and then I go to her place
and I lie on the couch.

I mean,
with a glass of wine.

And she reads me the book.
I make suggestions.

Oh. Um, she reads you
the whole book? Well, yeah.

Yeah. And I say,
"You know what'd be
great here?

Uh, if they were naked."

Or, uh, what if he says this
to her, and they laugh
and then they kiss?

You know.
That kind of stuff.

The good stuff you mean. No. Do not do that, Booth.

She writes the book.

I just drink wine
and make suggestions.
Like her editor.

- And editors do not get credit.
- How about page 187?

What is it with you guys
and page 187?

I have to go. I'm busy.

You recognize these?

- Where did you get these?
- From the murder victim's
computer.

He wrote them
to you, didn't he?No.

These letters were sent
to me by Colin Casey.

Oh, Colin paid Martin Aragon
to write these.

Well, he wasted his money,
'cause I only went out
with him a couple times.

But you think
that maybe Colin...

blamed the blind guy
for not sealing the deal?

No. Sorry,
but Colin isn't exactly
the tough guy type.

Eddie maybe,
but not Colin.

Eddie, your previous boyfriend? Yeah. He, um--

When I left Eddie for Colin,

he came down and
punched Colin up
a little bit.

Not hospital punching, but,
yeah, he knocked him around.

What if Eddie found out
that Colin used
the blind guy's letters...

to, uh, woo you away?

Oh.

Where would we find Eddie?

He owns a pawn shop just above
Rock Creek station where I work.

- Is that how you met him?
- No. I met Eddie...

when I arrested him
for carrying a concealed weapon.

Yeah, I hear you.
I got issues with men.
Thanks for the update.

This is a Quasar safety slug.

It was designed to disintegrate
so it won't ricochet
after it hits its target.

So it's a safe bullet?

Not for the person
it hits. Just anyone
else in the room.

Now, this is a thin coating
of blue polymer.

That must be what left marks
on the clavicle and C7.

Perhaps, 'cause
the ammunition's so rare,
we could trace buyers.

Well, we're not done yet.
Now, turning our attention...

to the glass fragments
embedded in the back
of our victim's head--

The bullet exited the victim,

shattered a glass object
behind him
before disintegrating.

Right. The angle
of applied force
was 28 degrees.

So if I extend
the incidence lines,

the point
of intersection
was here.

Which means he
was standing between
45 and 60 centimeters...

in front of the glass object
when he was shot. Okay.

Then we find that glass
and we find
where he was killed.

Well, we're still not done.

Hey! Those are my photographs
from when Dr. Hodgins and I
went to find the rat poop.

Let's not get emotional,
Miss Wick.

Okay, so, we need
to find glass fixtures
that contain borosilicate.

We find that here.Mm-hmm.

Now, I scanned for color
frequencies on the wall...

where the bullet
would've disintegrated.

The blue polymer emits
about 420 nanometers.

You found
where he was murdered.

He was lured
into this tunnel
and he was shot.

Let the record show
that my photographs were
invaluable to the process.

There's no record, is there?

[ Bell Chimes ]

This is a pawn shop--

like the one
in your first book,

when Dr. Reichs
and Agent Andy...

removed their clothes
in a two-man submarine.

The pulverized acromion
is the important part
of that book.

Well, you know what?
I like the sub.

I can hardly wait to see
what you three
are looking for.

Come on.
You gotta be kidding me.

- You own a gun, Mr. Ceraficki?
- Of course I own a gun.
It's a pawn shop.

Never have to use it.
I wave it around
from time to time, but--

Why is he allowed
to carry a gun...

after being arrested
on a concealed-weapon charge?That was a mistake.

I accidentally put it
in my pocket, you know,
when I left work.

Can we see the gun please?

She's right over here.

Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Real easy there, pal.

We don't want
any sudden movements.
No mistakes.

- That's it.
- That is very sexy.

Big Andy with a gun,
protecting Kathy.

No, no, no.
He is not Andy,
and I'm not Kathy.

It's even more exciting
when he shoots someone
with it.

- Bones.
- Well, it is, Booth.

- And impressive.
He never misses.
- Andy sometimes misses.

- Yes. See?
- Sorry about that, pal.

I get it.
Cop's gotta be careful.

See that box of ammo
right there?

Aha!

- Gotcha, dirtbag!
- Got me for what?

Don't write that.
Don't write "dirtbag."

What? Got him.

Officer Grant says
you have quite a temper.

Yeah. Well, guy starts
writing love letters
to your girlfriend,

then she dumps you for him?

He's gonna get
a pop in the nose.
It's practically the law, right?

Yeah. Right.
So, you punch him
in the nose.

That's fine.Thank you.

Then you find out
that it wasn't Colin Casey
who wrote the letters.

What? He admitted it.

No. No, no, no.
He hired someone else
to write the letters.

You find that out, then you
get really pissed off
and you shoot him.

- Who?
- Martin Aragon. The guy who
actually wrote the letters.

Whoa. Wait, wait.
So she dumped me
for another guy?

No, she dumps you for Colin.All right, now I'm confused.

The point of all this
is that we have
your fancy blue bullets...

and the gun,
and we know where
you shot him.

I never shot my gun.
I told you already.

Okay? I might
wave it around
from time to time...

if some bad-lookin' dude
comes in my joint,
but I never shot it.

And plus, I'm sure
you figured out...

that those blue bullets
don't fit in that gun.

- Guy could have two guns.
- Who are you sayin'
I killed again?

If you have nothin' to hide,
why don't you just
show me the gun...

that uses
these fancy blue bullets.

Okay, let the record show
that the suspect acted...

very suspiciously
when I asked him
to produce the weapon.

No. Wait. Okay.

- I gave the gun to somebody.
- Who?

She said I was
a stiff sometimes.
All right?

Boring, I guess.
She wanted me to be
a little romantic.

So I gave her the gun
that brought us together
in the first place.

Officer Grant? Yeah.

So now are you gonna
inform the record
on what to show on that?

There's nobody in there.

Here you go.Officer Grant,
thanks for coming in.

Can I have
your sidearm, please?

What's this about?

Well, we got a warrant
to, uh, search your apartment.

Have a seat, please.

We, uh, found Eddie's gun.

Says, "You can
arrest me anytime. Eddie."

You're a law-enforcement
professional.

Why would you keep
the murder weapon?

I ama law enforcement
professional,

and if you had any evidence
that wasn't circumstantial,
you'd have arrested me.

So I guess
I'll be leaving.
It's been a pleasure.

Uh, hold on
for one second, please.

We also have a warrant
for your shoes.

My shoes?

What's that?

Leather we found
with the victim's tissue...

inside a rat.

If we can match this leather
to your shoes,

it'll show that you were there
when the victim died.

You please remove
your shoes, Officer Grant?

[ Exhales ]

Eddie was a good guy.

I just wanted
a little romance,

but those letters
were a lie.

I should have been happy
with Eddie.

Should have been happy
with what I had.

Thank you very much.

I have a big article to write.

Well, I hope you'll stress
the important things
in my novels.

I have learned very much.

Yes. You learned
that rat excrement...

can provide
not only a timeline,

but also very important
non-circumstantial evidence.

I also learned that
people should not take credit
for what other people write.

What is that supposed to mean?Uh, I mean the man
who was murdered, of course.

Oh.

[ Both Speaking Japanese ]

"Unseen, I feel your spirit
as we work.

"The scent of your hair.

"The accidental brush
of your skin.

"I hear your heart beating,
mine beating with yours
as one.

"I breathe when you breathe.

Breath to breath,
heartbeat to heartbeat."

You believe Martin
wrote these letters to me?Yeah.

The imagery.
You know, the syntax,
the emotion.

- Yes I do.
- So you're saying
he was in love with me?

I wasn't sure
whether to tell you,

but I figured
that if I was him,

I wouldn't want my fear
to prevent you
from knowing how I felt.

But he never said anything.

But Martin wouldn't, would he?

I was married.
I had children.

I was happy.

He could never have
what he wanted.

Poor Martin.

- What is this?
- It's your share.

My share of what?My advance,

plus an estimation
of what you deserve
for the other two books.

Okay. Would you stop
talking as though I know
what you're talking about?

I've come to realize
over the past couple days...

that you deserve 25%
of what I get from my books.

Does this have to do
with Hodgins...

and the whole sex thing
on page 187?

Among other things.

- So is this Booth's idea?
- [ Stammers ] Oh, no.

Uh, I did my own math.
Booth is terrible at math.

Well, I meant
the whole "share" thing.

Booth's surprise
at your involvement...

caused me to reevaluate
our arrangement.

Oh!

Is my math incorrect? Wow! Um--

This is--
This is 25%?

Yes. I figure
if my agent gets 10%,

you deserve more.

[ Sweets ]
Daisy?

Lancelot.
There you are.
Don't touch the bones.

Oh, did it look like
I was going to?
I wasn't.

I've been trying
to call you.

You've been avoiding me,
haven't you?

Yeah. I, uh-- I just--
I needed to think
about some things.

About you and-and me
and-and, uh,

what I want my life to be.

Is this because of the boy
who didn't die of leukemia?

Yeah.

And you're here because
you decided something.

Yeah.

Am I gonna like
what you decided?

I don't know.

I... just wanna say that,

I don't wanna spend
any more time away from you...

than I have to.What?

I'm doin' this wrong. Um--

When my mom died,
she left me something,

and my mom and dad
were together
for almost 60 years.

They were really old.Yeah. They were really old
when they adopted me. Um--

[ Sighs ]
It's just a modest ring.

It represents
60 years of love.

Daisy, will you be my wife?

It would make me
incredibly happy if
you would be my husband.

I'm sorry
about everyone else--

all the bad things.

That earthquake
was the luckiest thing
in the world for me.

[ Knocking ]

You are not going
to believe this.

Come in.
You want a drink?

I have some Chinese food
in the refrigerator.Uh, a drink. Scotch.

What am I not gonna believe?

Officer Grant
got a lawyer.

Well, we just
arrested her for murder.

I believe that.Right, but Eddie--

Eddie got her the best
defense attorney in town.

Thatis hard to believe.I know, right?

He heard what she did for him,
and he fell in love
with her all over again.

That is not rational.You know what?

I still can be surprised
by people.

Is that good or bad?Uh, bad.

I think.
[ Sharp Inhale ]
Wow.

Um, I don't know.

Well, if she's convicted,
even with good behavior...

she'll be in prison
for the next 15 years.

Yeah, but he said
that they're soul mates,

and he'll wait
for however long
it takes for her to get out.

Soul mates?Soul mates.

Yeah.The idea of soul mates
actually originated with Plato.

Yeah. You mean the--
the clay that kids play with?

No. The a-- Oh.

[ Laughs ]What?

You're joking.Me joke? No.

No, the ancient
Greek philosopher.

His theory was that humans
originally consisted...

of four arms, four legs
and two faces.

Hmm.Zeus was threatened
by their power,

and split them all in half,
condemning us all...

to spend our lives trying
to complete ourselves.

I don't believe that's true.[ Chuckles ]

I agree.
It's ridiculous.

Right?

Four arms, four heads?

Two faces.Come on.

What's that mean?