All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E16 - The Bones That Foam (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Seagulls Squawking ][ Woman ]
We love you guys!

[ Man ]
Whoo!

[ On P.A. ]
Dale and Ellie met at base camp
on Mount Everest two years ago.

So, you know that they are
comfortable with life's
ups and downs.

- [ Laughing ]
- But know that your love...

will allow you to absorb these
with new strength,

as you are joined for life
in holy matrimony.

- Good luck, Ellie!
- [ Man ] All right, Dale!

Do you, Dale McGilliard,
take Ellie Spiller...

to be your wife
in sickness and in health,

through good times and bad,
till death do you part?

I do.And do you, Ellie,
take Dale as your husband--

- I do, I do, I do.
- [ Laughs ]
Then,

by the powers vested in me
by the state of Maryland,
I pronounce you man and wife.

Kiss and take the plunge
into married bliss.

[ All Shouting, Cheering ]

- Whoa!
- [ Both Shouting, Screaming ]

[ Screaming Continues ]

[ Dale ]
Whoa! [ Ellie Screams ]

Well, my guess is
that this is gonna
put a crimp...

in their wedding night.Why?

Oh, come on.
I mean, coming face to face
with death like that?

Kinda kills the desire,
don't you think?Well,

I work with remains
every day, but if I'm
sexually attracted to someone,

I'm perfectly capable
of engaging in spirited--Okay.

Okay, okay, Bones.
I get it.
I'm just saying,

you have to be kinda crazy
to bungee jump.

Watch yourself.I got it.
It's perfectly safe.

[ Booth ]
Tell that to Captain Splat
over here, huh?

First bungee accident
I ever saw.

- Probably because you're 10.
- [ Police Radio Chatter ]

This was no bungee accident.
The victim is fairly
well dressed--

- tie, sport coat.
- Definitely not bungee attire.

[ Brennan ]
And this compound
tibial fracture--

If he was still alive
when he fell, the bones
should have bled.

Meaning?

Meaning someone threw him
off the cliff after he was
already dead.

Yeah. Suspicious circumstances,
foul play, dirty deeds--
I think you get the point.

-Okay, let's get it back to
the Jeffersonian, Bones. Right?
-Oh. Gloves.

Right.
Wrap that up, kid.

Took 10 minutes to hike
down to the foot of the cliff
to find the body.

Local fauna include
a wide variety of birds,
rodents and crabs,

all of which have
had a go at the remains.

Fascinating that one would risk
intraocular hemorrhaging,

perineal nerve damage,
not to mention quadriplegia,

just to experience
a simple beta endorphin rush.

What fascinates me is that
we've ruled out death by bungee,
and yet you remain fascinated.

Okay. I'm ready to start
the facial reconstruction.

Gross. Wow.
This is really gross.
I'm gonna come back.

Dental X-rays indicate
the victim was undergoing
dental restoration...

for abfraction lesions
on his molars.

Heavy grinder.
High-stress job?

All right. Well, I'll send
pictures to Booth to see if he
can check with local dentists.

Dr. Brennan, there is staining
on this Le Fort I fracture.

[ Brennan ]
Hemorrhaging into
the maxillary sinuses?

Classic punch in the nose
at or around the time of death.

Which would be between
two to five days ago.

This body's been dead
more than five days.

The tissue shows a much
higher rate of decomp.

Yeah, I got late second
instar Phormia regina
and Chrysomya rufifacies,

which, I admit,
seems weird.

But my little squads
of death-- they don't lie.

Forgive me, doctors,
but is his skin moving?

Ooh. God, that's strange.

- Insect activity?
- [ Hodgins ] Never seen
insects like that--

- except in Alien.
- I'm secreting adrenaline.

I guess we should
see what's inside.

Whoa!
What the hell is that?

I have no idea.
Everyone away from the body.

- [ Doors Close ]
- [ Alarm Blaring ]

- We're in lockdown.
- [ Alarm Continues ]

[ Alarm Blaring ]

Do you have any idea
what the foam is?

No idea at all, but we could
be dealing with a poison,

a virus or a biotoxin.

So no one touches or...
sniffs it or anything else...

until we run tests.This is a first for me.

Perhaps if Mr. Nigel-Murray
and I could examine the bones--

- I'm annoying you.
- Patience, Dr. Brennan.

[ Alarm Buzzes, Stops ]Curiosity killed the cat.

- [ Doors Open ]
- I'm running the bugs
through the mass spec.

I'm not getting any toxins,
but they might not have fed
on the remains yet.

- In other words,
I need more samples.
- We all need more samples.

I know. I would just
like us all to stay alive
during the process.

In 400 B.C., Hippocrates
declared that disease was not
caused by demons.

Great. So we can
rule out demons.

Alex Newcomb, 33.

The F.B.I. got an I.D.
off his dentals.

The dentist has the brother
listed as the emergency contact.

Perhaps you should
help Agent Booth...

question
the victim's brother.

I'll call you when you can
have access to the remains.

Okay.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Service Department, you've got
a customer waiting, line three.

[ Booth ]
I thought the guy was dead. [ Brennan ] He is dead,

but his skin was moving. Wait a second.
Moving skin on a dead guy?

[ Brennan ]
Yes. Then he started foaming.Wait a second.

Foaming? Okay.
What would cause that,
too much beer?

Or maybe he ate soap.

You should stop using cartoons
as a scientific reference.

Okay. You know the guy
who owns this place?
He has a monkey.

Ma'am.Does he feel
that a monkey...

will inspire me to buy a car? [ Recording: Monkeys Hooting ]

Bones, it's marketing, okay?
Look. "We don't sell cars"--

"We sell adventure."
[ Chuckles ]

So, what can the Mighty Mo
put you in today?

Mmm. You look like
a sporty two-door man.

Actually, he has
a very nice car.

Yeah.Ooh, I'll say.

- That Sequoia's a honey.
- [ Booth ]
Yeah, tell me about it.

[ Mo ]
Roomy enough you could have
a Super Bowl party back there.

- What is that--
G.P.S., side air bags?
- We're looking for--

Such great gas mileage
for, you know, a can-do machine.
Are you looking to trade in?

- No. We're looking--
- Because I can offer you
a sweet deal...

from the heart
of the jungle.
[ Growls ]

[ Laughs ]We're here to see
Chet Newcomb.

Okay.

Between us, as much
as we all love Chet,

as Bwana of the Month,
I'm really in a better position
to offer you a deal, so--

Right. And that'd be great,
Mighty Mo, if we were here
to buy a car, but we're not.

You know, F.B.I.?

Well, he's back there.Thank you.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Growls ] [ Chuckles ]

What?
She "rowr'd" me first.

Doesn't mean you have
to "rowr" her back.

The doctor said you have
to take all of these
on a full stomach.

Desmo--
Desmopres--

Desmopressin?
Do you have kidney problems?

No, I j-- It's just a--
a slight infection.

Hi. Chet Newcomb.

What can I do for you today?Uh, with
the F.B.I.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions, you know,
in private.

Oh. Well, this is
my wife, Vanessa.

How you do, ma'am?
Pleasure to meet you.

We just, uh, have to have
a few words.

Oh. Well, I was just going.
I have a fitting anyway.

Client waiting
on a bridesmaid's dress.

Actually,
you might want to stay.

Booth has some bad news
about your husband's brother.
He may need consoling.

- Bones.
- Wasn't that sensitive?

- What happened to my brother?
- He was found
at the base of a cliff...

at Whitney Cove. [ Vanessa ]
Oh, my God.

I told him that was crazy
to try that bungee thing.

- He-- It was an accident?
- No. He was--

- What's a sensitive way
of saying "murdered"?
- Oh, God.

Murdered?

Sorry, but when you're ready,
we'd like to ask you...

- a few questions
about your brother.
- He was murdered?

Yeah. We're very sorry
for your loss.

Where was the last place
your brother worked?

Um, until a couple
of weeks ago, he worked--
he worked here.

Uh, then he left
and he went to work for
Criterion across the street.

Can you think of anyone
who wanted to do him harm?

He was a car salesman.

Jungle Jim and Alex
got into it pretty bad
when Alex quit.

Jungle Jim?

[ Monkey Hooting ]

Perimortem fractures
on the victim's parietal.

Cause of death?

No, but, you know,
might stun him for a moment.

Is there any chance we can
remove the remains
from the iso tank?

[ Computer Beeping ]I can't get
a definitive reading yet.

I have organic matter
from the victim...

and numerous creatures
that took a piece from him.

I'm running another test
for viruses that could've been
transmitted from the animals.

Dr. Saroyan,
uh, the bones--
There's more foam.

- Where?
- Ooh. Uh, it's spreading.

- Originating from where?
- The Chinese throw away...

900 billion
chopsticks every year.

Any relevance whatsoever?

No, no, none.
It's-- I'm just--
I'm a tad disoriented.

So when you spout facts, it's
your way of maintaining focus?

Facts are the stitches
that hold the fabric
of existence together.

In that case, is it
individual chopsticks or pairs?

Individual or--
Individual.

The foam is
coming from inside
the bones themselves...

through the periosteum.

Wow. Alex Newcomb.

[ Chittering ]Now, that's terrible.

Is that thing tame?

Bananas?
Oh, he ain't flung poo
since I bought him this hat.

[ Chittering Continues ]

Alex. He was one
ornery son of a bitch,
but what a salesman.

- Why did he quit working here?
- Oh, he didn't quit.
I fired him.

He was Bwana of the Month
every month for over two years.

The last two, he dropped
to bwana number three.

I told him if he didn't
pick it up, we'd have to reduce
his commissions.

-I mean, why pay top-bwana money
for a number-three bwana?
-And how did he react?

- Uh--
- [ Bananas Chitters ]

[ Jungle Jim ]
This is tough to talk about.
It's just tough.

He shoved Bananas
off my shoulders.

Just... shoved him.

[ Scoffs ]
I've been waiting
for an apology.

I would've taken him back
if he'd just apologized
to Bananas.

- Apologize to a monkey?
- He's got a heart
just like you and me.

I think it shows a basic lack
of humanity to push a monkey.

No wonder
somebody killed him.

Alex shoved
Jungle Jim's monkey.

There's your motive.
That man has an unnatural
attachment to his monkey.

Everyone knows you don't
touch the monkey.Everyone.

- We need some actual evidence.
- So, what can you tell us
about Alex?

Alex was a very good salesman.
You see, in the one month,

he broke every
sales record we had.

Buddy, is it?
Looks like
he took your spot.

Hey, a family business, man.
It's all good.

My God.
This is such tragedy.

How did his, uh,
brother take the news?

Oh, you, uh--
You know Chet?

Sure. Alex wanted me
to hire him, but now
I feel bad that I could not.

Why couldn't you?The poor man is sick.

I need a strong man
to sell my cars.Why?

Because you want to buy
a car from a guy
who's, you know, vital.

Makes a-- a man
feel like, you know,
he's on the winning team.

Makes a woman feel
all protected and safe.That makes no sense.

- No, I believe he's correct.
- Mmm. As do I, yeah.

Did Alex have any enemies?

Lemon guy.Lemon guy.

Is that another car dealer?

No. Angry customer
took a golf club--

[ Imitates Smash ]
like that to Alex's windshield.

Seven-iron.No, it was a 9-iron.

Oh, yeah.

He said Alex sold him
a lemon car.
Bashed in Alex's ride.

Did Alex sell him a lemon?

No way.
We are a class act.

Yeah, that's simply
not how we roll, man.

Every serologic
and biologic diagnostic
I've run comes up the same.

No drugs, viruses, poisons.

Mine show no evidence
of arsenic, ethylene glycol
or cyanide.

No signs of any toxins.

Then we could let him out?

Okay.

But we proceed
with extreme caution.

[ Air Hisses ]

In the Dark Ages,
it was believed that
holding wine in the mouth...

while breathing
through the nose
would prevent the plague.

That's the best idea
I've heard today.
Does it work with tequila?

- [ Vincent ] Uh-oh.
- What?

[ Vincent ] This bone is, um--
It-It's gone quite soft.
Gelatinous.

- I believe it's disintegrating.
- We're losing our evidence?

- How much time do we have?
- Uh--

- Tell me a little-known fact.
- What?

Uh, okay. Did you know
that the international
telephone dialing code...

for Antarctica is 672?

Did you know that,
Mr. Nigel-Murray?

I did not.
I estimate that
we are losing...

approximately
12% bone mass
every hour, which means--

We could lose our evidence
long before we solve our murder.

[ On Speaker ]
Oh! Whew!
Nice grip on this iron.

So, is this the type of club
that you used...

to bash in Alex Newcomb's
windshield?

Hey, this guy took my money!

And when there was a problem,
it was like I didn't even exist.

Well, he's lucky
the only thing you went after
was his windshield.

- Who started this whole thing--
- That isn't what
Booth really thinks?

Uh, no, no. Booth sees
that the man is humiliated,
and he displays empathy.

So, lying?

Manipulating.
Much like the car salesman.

I used to teach
psychological techniques
to car salesmen...

to make money
for grad school.

Not one of
my finest moments.

A lemon is a car that
craps out on you three months
to a year after you buy it.

I didn't get more
than 10 miles off that lot
when the brakes failed.

That's not a lemon.
That's a death trap.

- Yeah, you feared
for your life.
- No, not my life.

My kid,
who was in the backseat--
four years old.

He cracked a rib.
He--

Hit his head.
He got stitches.

Wow. I mean, you expect a car
like that to be safe.

That's damn right. Yeah. Right?

I got a kid. Someone endangered
his life, I'd kill the guy.

Wait.

Somebody killed this guy?

Killed him. Dead.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, look.

I busted up his windshield,
all right? I-I lost my temper.

But there is
no way I'm gonna let
my kid live without a father.

I want to do that.Do what?

Connect to people
like Booth does.
You could teach me.

Oh, I don't know.In the spirit
of scientific inquiry,

I'd like to see if what you say
about psychology is true.

Did you just dare me,
Dr. Brennan?

[ Hodgins ]
Hey, got something.

I found some particulates
on our victim's clothing.

Simmondsia chinensis,
mica, Red 7 Lake
and Fragaria ananassa,

also known as "lust dust."

- "Lust dust"?
- On his pants--
his, uh, lap.

Strawberry body glitter.

Such as might be utilized
by a lap dancer?

Well, that's something
I can tell Booth.[ Clears Throat ]

Makes me
king of the lab.

A large percentage
of the monarchy...

are actually mentally
handicapped due to inbreeding.

♪♪ [ Rock ]

Can't ruin it for me.
King of the lab!

[ Mutters ]
Okay.

♪♪ [ Continues ]Hey, Bones, look, this is
the only strip club...

in proximity to Alex's
home and work, all right?

You know what?
You didn't have to
come inside with me.

I look forward
to observing your behavior.My what?

Well, Sweets says you're
manipulative, like a salesman.

I want to study your technique.My technique? Wait.
I'm gonna smack that guy.

You put people at ease,
get them to do your bidding.
It's a very useful skill--

one I wish my father
had passed on to me.Hey, sexy. Where you from?

Your father is a con man.
I am not a con man.
Let us just remember that.

Okay? Just watch.
Don't say anything.
Excuse me.

Ladies, uh, if I may,
um, which one of you likes
to use this stuff?

It's Strawberry Lust Dust.

Well, that'd be me--
Strawberry Lust.

Right. Strawberry Lust,
the one and only.

I'm sure you thought
long and hard about
that stage name, right?

We'd like to speak with you
in private.No, not in private.

I could just ask you
a few questions here.

All right, Bones,
it's a little weird
that you're here watching.

Why don't you
just go outside--It's not weird, baby.

Lots of people
like to watch.Oh, thank you.

I-I get
tremendous satisfaction
out of observing...

a whole variety
of activities.

I'd just like to ask you
a couple questions.Your boyfriend's shy, isn't he?

[ Chuckles ]
Sweet.
That'll be 60 bucks.

- Okay. I got that.
- Bones--

There you go.Hey.

Thanks.Relax.
[ Chuckles ]

She's going to be
enjoying this too.Right. I just--

[ Chuckles ]
Whoa. All right.Mm-hmm.

Oh--[ Chuckles ]

Not so interested in talking
now, are you, baby?

You have excellent control
of your hips.So I've been told.

Well, um, Miss Lust,
um-- Miss--

Miss Lust, actually
I'm with the, uh, F.B.I.
I need to ask you, uh--

- [ Chuckles ]
- a few questions about
maybe a client of yours.

F.B.I.? I'm a criminal
science major at Georgetown.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, and yet
here you are, right?

- Working off student loans?
- You know it.
School's a fortune.

Well, I think you will pay off
your loans very quickly.

- Bones.
- She's quite arousing,

which I imagine translates
into excellent tips.

Right. Um, Miss Lust,
um, Alex Newcomb--

Um, Criterion Cars,
a salesman--

- Uh, maybe a client of yours?
- Yeah, sure. A regular.
What about him?

Well, we have evidence
that you, um,

gave him a lap dance
on the night that he died.

Died?

Whoa.

Murdered?Can you just answer the, uh--

Right. Cooperate fully.
I aced my freshman
criminology class.

Um, I gave him a couple
of dances Thursday night.
He was pretty drunk.

Started a fight,
and Billy had
to kick him out.

Wait. Wait a minute.
Am I a suspect?

Because all I do
is gyrate, and that
never killed anyone.

Did he get into a fight
with one of the bouncers?

No, with another
car salesman. You know
the Indian guy? Buddy.

From Criterion.

He lied to you.
You should go talk to Buddy.

Yes, I-I should.

Then tell Miss Lust
to get up.

I think that might be a little
embarrassing right now.
Huh, baby?

- That's my gun.
- [ Strawberry Chuckles ]

- Give us a minute?
- Okay.

- Outside.
- What's outside?

- Can you go outside, please?
- Well, did we get
our 60 dollars' worth yet?

We'll start
with a simple exercise,

um, to recognize emotions
from facial expressions.

Then I'll give you skills
to deal with those emotions.Okay.

Okay.
Just give me a moment.

Okay.

You're ill.

Ill? No, Dr. Brennan, no.

Ill is not even an emotion.
My brow is furrowed,

mouth slightly open,

eyes quizzical.

I'm expressing confusion
and its corresponding
vulnerability.

What are you confused about?

That's not important
at this point.

Now it's just important
to recognize that when someone
is vulnerable,

you have the opportunity
to help them feel secure--

Hmm. thereby gaining their trust
and forming a relationship.

Having this skill can--
[ Groans ]

It can enrich
all aspects of your life.

And not just
supply the world with
dishonest car salesmen.

No.

Let's try another one.Okay.

Okay!

What-- What is wrong?
I-- You are very
intolerant, Sweets.

Okay.I am doing
the best that I can.

That's right. That's right.
I was expressing anger.
Excellent recognition.

Very poor response
to it though.

Should I have
become physical? No.

Well, not if you're
trying to establish
an emotional connection.

Do you think that Booth
was trained like this?

Some people just have
a natural ability.

But-- Hey. Hey.

Dr. Brennan,
you're a brilliant woman.

And you'll get there.
Okay?

Okay.

- Skull is melting.
- We can use this
C-ring magnifier...

to enlarge a greater area.

Whoa!

[ Alarm Blaring ]

Well--

[ Door Beeps ]

Uh, the fire appears
not to have damaged
the remains.

How did it start?

Oh, I see.
So we're going with the old
"blame the corpse" defense?

I just-- I turned on
the C-ring magnifier.

And then there was
a little pop, and then--

Whoosh.
It was pop, whoosh.

If the light was
the ignition source--

[ Alarm Buzzes, Stops ]that suggests the body
was emitting some kind of gas.

Uh, diatomic gases emit
a distinctive ultraviolet
hue when they oxidize.

These remains were emitting
hydrogen gas.

Not anymore.
It all burned up.

Whatever mysterious process
is destroying these bones...

emits hydrogen gas
as a by-product.

Agent Booth, is it
the F.B.I.'s intention...

to confiscate
our automobile?

No, no. But, you know,
I might be in the market
to buy one, Mr. Shirazi.

Base price
starts at 114,000,
Agent Booth.

Family money.

Well, please,
call me Buddy.

Okay.

[ Tires Screeching ]

4.2 liter V-8,
carbon ceramic brakes
with monoblock Brembo calipers.

- Zero to 60?
- 4.6 seconds, but, uh--

[ Chuckles ]
Please, not during
the test drive.

Right.[ Both Chuckle ]

You married, Buddy? Yes, indeed, bro.
Four blissful years.

But, uh, I know you must be
a bachelor, because this car
is for prowling.

That's right. I am a bachelor.
I do like to prowl.

I usually head over to that,
uh-- that strip club,

Imperial Showgirls
over on, uh, Washtenow.

- You know, where they have
all that lap dancing?
- I-I don't know that place.

No?

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Buddy ]
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

Oh, God.
[ Chuckles ]
Please?

Imperial Showgirls? Uh, did my wife send you?
[ Chuckles ]

Okay, please.
I implore you to slow down.

The railroad tracks! What?

[ Gear Clicks ]Okay, what do you
need to know?

Uh, you got into a fight
with Alex Newcomb...

at the Imperial Showgirls
the night he was murdered.

- I want to know why.
- He stole a client from me.
I punched him in the nose.

- Please, man, the tracks.
- How do I know
you're not lying?

I'm not lying! I'm not lying!
I swear! I'm not lying!
I'm not a liar!

The tracks! The tracks!
The tracks! The tracks--

[ Screeching ]

- Thank you, Agent Booth.
Thank you.
- [ Engine Revs ]

Okay! We were both
thrown out of the club!

I foolishly drove home drunk!
And I apologize!
I won't do it again!

Okay.
What did Newcomb do?I don't know!

Wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait.

He, uh-- He took a cab!
He told the driver to-to
take him back to Jungle Jim!

He said to me,
"Screw you and everyone
who works at Criterion.

I'm gonna get
my old job back!"
[ Screaming ]

Right. You know what?

This baby definitely
pulls to the right.
You have alignment problems.

You know what?
I'm gonna call my partner
and get a ride back.

Did you check
with the taxi company?

Oh, yeah.
Alex Newcomb took a taxi--Hey!

to Jungle Jim's that night.

The cabbie said
that he was intoxicated.

Do you think that Newcomb
was going to apologize to
the monkey and get his job back?

Well, yeah.
He definitely wanted to get
the monkey off his back.

But the monkey
was on Jungle Jim's back.

Well, Alex felt guilty
for leaving his brother
all alone at Jungle Jim's.

Oh, so Alex Newcomb's brother,
Chet Newcomb, was the monkey
on the back?

Oh, you know what? I am
getting off that merry-go-round
right now, Bones.

Booth? Booth?

[ Phone Beeps ]Update.

I found perimortem Colles'
fractures on both the right
and left distal radii.

Possibly from
the breaking of the fall.

- Where?
- Already dissolved.

Any definite cause of death?

Oh, uh, areas on the left
lateral thorax...

near the rib fractures
show--

It's gone.

More evidence is gone?

[ Vincent ]
The rate of dissolution
is accelerating.

Are you hearing this,
Dr. Hodgins?

We're losing the bones.
We have to figure a way...

to arrest the destruction
of the-- Ion chromatography takes time.

Yeah. Let's give him
a little space.

Okay. So we know that
the bones are dissolving faster
than the rest of the body.

- Why should that happen?
- What do bones have that
the rest of the body doesn't?

- Calcium.
- Oddly enough,

calcium is the fifth most
abundant element in both...

- the crust of the Earth
and the ocean.
- We're looking for...

a corrosive
that produces hydrogen gas
when it breaks down calcium.

Fluoride ions would tear
through cells and soft tissue
until they met up with calcium.

All acids contain hydrogen.

Hydrofluoric acid.

[ Vincent ]
Used in various pesticides,

rust removers,
petrochemical development...

to clean and brighten
certain metals.Aha!

- [ Beeps ]
- Antacid.

You think he's troubled
by indigestion?

Antacid contains
magnesium hydroxide.

We cover the hydrofluoric acid
in enough magnesium,
it'll stop attacking the bones.

Makes sense-- I hope.

The first recorded antacid
was an amalgam of ambergris
and musk.

Since ambergris could only be
obtained from whales, it wasn't
readily available to all.

- Wh-- It's working.
- Yeah.

What's happening?

Well, the good news is that
the bones stopped dissolving.

The, uh, bad news is--

[ Tapping ]

Our foamy friend
seems to be petrifying
right before our very eyes.

Oh, God. [ Alarm Buzzes ]

- [ Alarm Blaring ]
- [ Hodgins ] Ah--

[ Sighs ]

[ Alarm Blaring ]

Mr. Nigel-Murray,
perhaps you
and Dr. Hodgins...

can figure out a way to free
the victim's remains so that
we can discover cause of death.

- How do we do that? Drop it on
the floor like a piggy bank?
- [ Alarm Buzzes, Stops ]

I suggest we cut off
one of the limbs--

one of the less
crucial limbs, of course--
and run some tests.

Are you serious?

No.

[ Sighs ]

Would it interest you
to know--No.

At-At this moment,
it-it would not.

[ Murmurs ]

[ Tapping ]

Please, Booth?
I'm ready.

One lesson with Sweets
doesn't turn you into
the master interrogator.

- Is master interrogator
a real thing?
- Technically, no.

You gotta know exactly
what you want to find out
when you go in there.

Really, if you can do it,
I can.

Seriously?
You think you can do
anything I can do?

Not the big, strong,
sheerly physical things,
but otherwise, yes.

Fine. Be my guest.
Be the big cheese.
Fill the shoes.

Here.
Take an earpiece in case
you, you know, need help.

Okay.
But don't distract me
unnecessarily.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]It's all your fault.
You know that, right?

What? You're the one
that said yes.

[ Clears Throat ][ On Speaker ]
I'm Dr. Brennan.

Yeah, I know.

- We've met, like, five times.
- [ Scoffs ]

Together,
you and I are gonna
help each other out here.

If by "help," you mean
put me in the electric chair--
[ Laughs ]

Was that a confession?
Because it sounded
like a confession.

No, no, no. I was--
I was being, um--

God-- Are you serious?

[ Whispers ]
I'm sorry.

Did you enjoy sex
with Alex Newcomb?

No, I did not.

It was over too quick,
and he didn't put enough weight
on his elbows. [ Chuckles ]

So, you admit to
a sexual relationship?No, no--

No. Once again, I was--
You know, I was joking. So--

No. We just worked together.

- Where were you
last Thursday night?
- Bowling.

Did you kill Alex Newcomb?

No. Did you?

No.

- [ Groans ]
- Will you just--

Ask her if Alex Newcomb ever--

[ On Earpiece ]
stole any of her customers.

Did Alex ever skate
any of your sales?

[ Mo ]
Oh, yeah. Yeah, he did.

I'd have referrals come in
on my days off,

- and he would
tell them I'd been fired.
- That's terrible.

Look, the only person
that he really cared about
was his brother.

How do you know?

Why do you think Alex went from
number one to number three?

He punted sales to his brother.
Made me number one.

[ Brennan ]
So, you had no reason
to kill him?

Nope.

Thank you
for your cooperation.

That's it? Oh, okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You were right.
She wasn't ready.

No. She wasn't ready, Sweets.
But we found out something
really, really important.

What? The woman bowls?

No. We found out that
the victim was secretly
carrying his brother.

Any good news?

I think I may have discovered
cause of death.

Even though the victim's
still wearing his
hard candy coating?

I went back over the X-rays
and the M.R.I. scans.

[ Computer Beeps ]This defect
in the posterior aspect...

of the sternum-- there.

That's very small.

This shadow suggests
that the margins bevel inward,

which suggests that it was left
by the tip of whatever weapon
was used to kill the victim.

How can we confirm that?

By cracking this baby open,
taking a good look.

- [ Device Beeps ]
- So, I.C. results...

confirm anions of chloride,
sulfate, phosphate,
nitrate and fluoride.

So his body was exposed
to highly concentrated
hydrofluoric acid.

Ah! We got something right.
Now how do we get him out?

No idea.

Perhaps one good,
sharp shock...

with a mallet would
free the remains inside.

I also found some fecal matter
on the bottom of the shoes.

Ninety percent of the world's
population have fecal matter
on the bottom of their shoes.

Not from a cebinae Cebus.A what?

Named thus for their uncanny
resemblance to the, uh,
Capuchin monks of the--

an offshoot
of the Franciscan order--

Motile flagellates in the poop
date the freshness
to five days ago.

The same day
Alex Newcomb was killed.

Has anyone suggested
a piñata scenario?

I'll leave you to it.

[ Chattering ]

You people
better have a warrant.

We have reason to believe
that Alex Newcomb was here
the night he died.

Well, I didn't see him.

Monkey crap?

You're here lookin'
for monkey crap?

Feces, yes.
It won't be hard to find.

Maybe Bananas should wear
a diaper all the time.Diaper.

- All right, if Alex was here,
I didn't see him.
- Okay, what is going on now?

- Oh, they think
that Bananas killed Alex!
- We never said that.

O-Okay, wait a minute.
You think Alex was killed here?

No, no, no, no--
Nobody here killed Alex!

Would you just go back
to the floor? Go. Go!

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan,
we found blood.

[ Man Grunts ]

So, there's an additional
wide stain around the blood...

where the concrete
is clearly pitted.Well, what is it?

That's congruent
with a strong acid.What is this, please?

That's Gleam O.What's that?

It's a tire cleaner.
It's real concentrated.

- Is it corrosive?
- Sixty percent
hydrofluoric acid.

That would explain
what happened to
Alex Newcomb's bones.

So we got blood.
We got a method
of disposing the body.

- Looks like you're gonna have
to shut the jungle down, pal.
- [ Groans ] Why?

Because
everyone who works here
is now a suspect.

Including you, Jungle Jim.

[ Woman ]
Here you go.

So, the blood from Jungle Jim's
is a match for Alex Newcomb.

He was killed
in the service area.

He was killed
and then soaked in
corrosive tire cleaner.

So, the killer thinks the body's
gonna dissolve instantly...

like it does in the movies,
then nothing happens,

except every alarm in the lab
goes off time and again.

You okay?

Yes. This was just
really good wine.

Right. Okay. So, the killer
still has the body,
so he tosses it off the cliff.

What was Alex Newcomb
doing back at Jungle Jim's
that night?

[ Groans ]
Bones here already
figured that one out.

I did? How?

Alex was there for his brother,
trying to save Chet's job.

You got that one right.

I've got dipsticks, pry bars,
ceremonial weapons,

but the defect in the sternum
is too small to make
a definitive match.

The stab perforated the spine.
What about injury
to the vertebrae?

According to my calculations,
reversing the trajectory
of the nick in the sternum,

Alex was stabbed
between the seventh
and the eighth vertebrae.

But we won't get anything
from those vertebrae.

They were already jelly
when the X-rays were taken.
I hate this case.

[ Sighs ] Did you know
that the earliest
production of wine...

took place in 6000 B.C.
in what is now Iran?

From grapes. Rice was used
in China in 7000 B.C.

Is there anything
you don't know?

Yes. The murder weapon.

Dr. Brennan is very adamant
that without a murder weapon,

it's much more difficult
to prosecute a homicide.

- We have to find a way
to unseal this body.
- No, no-- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Dr. Saroyan, I-- Okay.
I'd just like to point out...

that this could very much
resemble...

what happens when one strikes
an egg with a sledgehammer.

Can you see another choice?

Could we at least don
some rain gear first?

[ Angela ]
Maybe I could help?

Why is it that nobody
ever says to me,

"Gee, Angela,
this looks impossible,

but maybe you're
the person who could
solve the problem"?

Cam says you might be able
to do a virtual examination
of the body.

I've been working
on a new program...

that uses configuration-bias
Monte Carlo method.

Here are the bones
currently left in the body.

Now, there's not much left,
but by factoring in...

rate of decomposition
and bone destruction
from the hydrofluoric acid,

I can attempt to virtually
regrow the bone.

I have been to 74
interrogations with Booth.

Forty-two in the room
and 32 observing.

- Uh-huh.
- I should be able to do it.

What? Interrogate?

Yes. I even engaged
in a very interesting
session with Sweets...

to improve my ability
to manipulate people.

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

- That wouldn't work.
- Why not?

Because... what Booth has,

you can't learn
from baby-boy shrink.

Booth's brilliant at
pretending to be stupider than
he actually is most of the time.

Brilliant at stupidity?

Mm-hmm.
Especially around you.

Okay. Here is what
Alex Newcomb's skeleton
looked like 12 hours ago.

Why would Booth do that?[ Beeping ]

Well, he knows that you
like to be the smart one,
so he lets you have that.

All right. Here's what
Alex's bones looked like
at the time of his death.

Huh. Jagged crenellations
between the seventh
and eighth vertebrae...

indicate the path
of the murder weapon.

Combining trajectory analysis
with force and thrust ratio.

This suggests a square-edged
blade with an overlying step...

that was at least
16 centimeters long.

You know
I am smarter than Booth.

Okay. So maybe
you should just let him...

have the people skills
part of the job to himself then.

Can you zoom in there?

Yeah.Okay. Look at this.

It's a curved notch,
maybe from a small pin?

Yeah. Or a screw.

Screw.

Two blades held together
by a screw.

Scissors.
[ Chuckles ]

You are amazing, Angela.

Eh. I just program
the computer.

You're the whiz-master
who makes the calls.
You're welcome.

Hey, sweetie?

I think you'll find
that the murder weapon
was a pair of tailor shears.

Why?

Why don't you run this
information by Booth...

and see how quickly he comes
to the same conclusion.

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan,
how you doing?

[ Vanessa ]
Have you made any progress
on the case?

Yeah. Here you go.What's this?

That's a warrant to seize
all your scissors
and sewing shears.

- Why?
- Newcomb, how long does it take
to swallow a couple of pills?

We got customers on the floor.
Now get your hat on.

- What's going on?
- Uh, get back inside, Chet.

What's happening?Just go back inside.

Don't lose your job.

Booth?

Oh, look at that.
You see, our lab discovered...

that the murder weapon
was a pair of tailor shears.

And Booth immediately
remembered that
you're a seamstress.

We're pretty sure
we're gonna find
Alex Newcomb's blood on those.

Alex caught me with someone.

- Wh-- Sexually, you mean?
- Who?

- Jungle Jim?
- Whoa! How'd you get there?

That's how your sick husband
kept his job.

First his brother
tried to help, then you.

It was just one time.

I told Jungle Jim
I'd have sex with him
just once...

if he wouldn't fire Chet.

And-- My luck--
Alex walked in looking
to get his job back and--

Alex wouldn't listen to me.
He said he was gonna
tell Chet, and I--

- I couldn't
let that happen, so--
- So you killed him?

Look, I love my husband.

Yeah. So did his brother.

[ Handcuffs Click ]

[ Gasping ]

Just give me a 10.You had most
of the potato sk--

Okay, let me have that.
Okay? All right.
[ Sighs ]

Bones, you ready?

You haven't said anything
about my interrogation.

Okay, you know what?

You did great.
Okay? Better than I thought.

I was terrible.

Everybody's right.
I lack empathy.

You got empathy.[ Scoffs ]

You're awkward.
That's different.

My stuff is bones.
Yours is people.

Right.

So, you're admitting that
I'm better at something
than you are?

No--

Yes.

A lot better.

Thanks, Bones.

Hey, can we go now?

Yes.Yes. Wait till you see
what's outside.

So, what do you think? ♪♪ [ Pop: Up-tempo ]

Right? Huh?
Buddy let me borrow it.

Can I drive it?No, no, no. Wait a second.
This is a very powerful machine.

Well, I can handle it.

Okay, look.
Once around the block. [ Alarm Chirps ]

Uh, maybe.

Okay-- Okay! Driving a machine
like this is like making love.
You have to go gently.

I go more for passionate
and uninhibited
rather than gentle.

Bones, gently.

Go ahead.

Gentle, Bones. Gentle. Easy. [ Woman ]
♪ If you wanna dig ♪

♪ I'll be your gold ♪[ Engine Revs ]

Bones, easy on the gas!
Just--

Easy. Whoa! Stop![ Engine Grinding ]

[ Brennan Shouting, Indistinct ][ Engine Stops ]

[ Brennan ]
Brake![ Horn Honks ]

The car broke!Okay, let me drive.

No!All right. Okay, fine.
You know what?

Just do it without me, okay? Wait-- No!

It's no fun by myself.

At least help me
get it into first gear. [ Horns Honking ]

First gear?
You're a scientist.
You can figure it out, right?

I'm a scientist,
not a mechanic.

A mechanic? What did I say?
Drive it gently. But no.
You don't listen to me.

I'm done. Forget it.Come on, Booth. Come back.
I am an excellent driver.

See ya.Buddy's gonna be very upset
you're leaving it here--

[ Booth ] Buddy will completely
understand because of the way
that you drove that car.

I told you to go gently.
Everybody back out!It doesn't work!

How am I supposed to--
Okay! God!

♪♪ [ Ends ]Come on, Booth!

What's that mean?