All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E19 - The Science in the Physicist (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

♪♪ [ Dance ]Give everything,
my darling.

Everything. Utter dross
to upper-class gloss.
All right?

Keep her lit.
Keep her bathed in the glow.
All right. Yes! Okay, good.

Now, look up.
All right. Yes. Nice. Okay.

- Right in front of you.
That's the future. Yes. Okay.
- [ Crows Cawing ]

- What the hell is that?
- Pigeons, blackbirds or crows--
something along those lines.

- Telephoto.
- God, he has an idea!

This is what we need!
Caw! Caw! Yeah!

Flap, flap, flap.
Yeah, yeah.
Give me more! Yes!

Fierce aviary wings! Yes!
Beaks! Caw, caw, caw, caw!

Those creatures,
they are death.

Flap your arms,
chase death away, but remain
beautiful. You understand?

Running through
a vacant lot--
[ Chuckles ]

at a bunch of birds
in six-inch heels!

Ooh! Excellent.
Good, good, good!
You're a leopard! Leap!

You're an angel!
Oh, yes! Beautiful!

Beautiful! Terror! Fear!
Okay, gaze heavenward! Look at
the beastly birds, my darling!

Look up! Oh, I love it!
Gaze heavenward, darling! Yes!
Look at the beastly birds!

[ Screaming ]

[ Chattering ] [ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Shutter Clicking ]

Oh. Okay, so what's it
look like to you?

An ear.Did you just
make a joke?

- No.
- 'Cause that wouldn't
be like you.

I didn't.
It looks like an ear.

- What do you make of the stuff
in the blue bag there?
- Looks like chili con carne.

Could this be
the rest of the person
who lost the ear?

I don't know.
It looks like
chili con carne.

There's no single piece here
bigger than the skull
of an Australopithecus.

Sports terms, Bones.
Remember we talked about this?

Oh, um--

Ah! Softball. Good.
You're getting better.
Size of a softball.

At first guess,
the total mass
in this garbage bag...

does not add up to
an entire human being.

- Right. So I'll get Forensics
to scour the entire lot.
- Yes.

[ Whispering ] Hey, would you
even want to guess what happened
to this human being?

No.I knew you'd say that.
I just had to ask.

All right,
let's scour it up!

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Wow.

I've been a pathologist
for 13 years, and I admit,
I am... a little nauseated.

It's going to fall to me
to empty these bags,
isn't it?

All right, then, fine.
I may need a pot of tea
waiting.

Maggots place time of death
somewhere between
48 and 72 hours.

I'm gonna go with
a wood chipper on this.

In that case,
it was a gold wood chipper.
This looks like gold.

The ancient Sumerians were prone
to spreading gold dust over
the body during funeral rites.

Did the Sumerians
chop up the body into
little tiny bits first?

Not to my knowledge.

- What is this?
- A black pearl?

Pearls, symbolizing eggs
or rebirth and resurrection,
were used...

in many South Seas
funeral rites.

Did they chop up the bodies
into little tiny bits first?

[ Stammering ]

I've begun to apprehend
your point, Dr. Saroyan.

Find out how many corpses
we're dealing with.

I'll find out if these are
really gold flecks
and pearl fragments.

Celibacy
is a lot like fasting.

So you've become
sexually anorexic?

At first
you're out of sorts
and agitated,

and then you sort of
push through
to a kind of clarity.

Have you reached clarity?No, I'm still at the
agitated and horny stage.

Why are you fasting sexually?

Sweets thinks it will do me good
to put sex on the back burner...

in order to relate
to people in other--

[ Brennan ]
Why are you listening to Sweets?

Um--

Angela, I asked, why are you
listening to Sweets?

Sweetie,
can you pay for this?
I have to go.

Sure. Why?I have to save
Hodgins's life. Yeah.

I found something interesting
on the cellular level.

I don't care about
the cellular level.

No hemorrhagic tissue.

- What?
- Means the victim was dead
beforebeing chopped up.

You care about that,
right? No, not really.

- What I'm interested in is
how this guy got chopped up.
- Now, this here...

shows that the cell burst
from the inside out.

- Gives me nothing.
- Frostbite can do that.

What, like
climbing a mountain?Yes. Exactly.

The water in the cells
crystallizes and explodes.

I have got
an absolutely fascinating
clue to tell you about.

Hey, hey, uh,
you have to leave town.

What? Why?No. Fascinating clue
first.

The pearl we found
in the victim wasn't a pearl.
Why do I have to leave town?

- My father is here.
- What was it then?

Carbonaceous chondrites.
It's what meteorites
are made of.

Your father blames me
for our breakup?

Well, he has sort of a blind
spot when it comes to me.

- So just get out of town
until I can call him off.
- Stop. Okay? Stop it.

Dead guy.
What about the dead guy?It's obvious.

He was frostbitten
while climbing Everest,

then struck by a meteor, then
dumped into a vacant lot in two
garbage bags and eaten by crows.

All right. Obvious.
That's so obvious.

Hey, it's a start.

The slowest meteorites travel
at 25,000 miles per hour.

- Uh-huh.
- I'm not just spouting
useless facts.

You do not have a chance of
recreating those
velocities...

with a glorified blow gun.

You simply want to fire
a cannon at a dummy.

You staying or going?

Another set of eyes and ears
taking note can never be amiss.

What possible information could
this experiment provide us that
you couldn't get mathematically?

Mathematics is theory.

This is a real-world
recreation.

In order to prove what,
exactly?

That a, uh, frozen person...

struck by a meteorite...

would turn into
chili con carne.

NASA has no record
of a meteorite
of this size and type...

striking North America
at the time of death.

Oh.

According to NASA, a meteorite
matching these characteristics
is right here in D.C.

Oh.

I'm all set up
and everything.

Your experiment
is not pertinent.

So, you found out
where the meteor came from?

From the solar
nebula.

Right. Anything
more current than that? [ Hodgins ] Fire in the hole!

[ Explosion ]

[ People Gasping,
Chattering ]What the hell was that?

[ Both Coughing ]

We're okay!

Everything's fine!

We should get out of here
before lockdown.

Let Cam deal with it.Yeah!
[ Murmurs ]

[ Alarm Blaring ]Hoo.

[ Saroyan ]
You know you're
grounded, right?

So, you think the piece
of meteor we found in the
murder victim came from this.

Yeah.
It's an exact match.

The silicate-oxide ratios
are indistinguishable.

Well, you've heard of
Landis Collar, right?Sure, I have. Mm-hmm.

Blind guy. World's leading
expert in superconductivity.

Do you even know
what superconductivity is?

I know it's better
than normal conductivity.

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan,
I'm Christopher Beaudette,

senior scholar
here at the Collar.

Shall we?
Yes!

So, you work in
superconductivity.

No, Agent Booth. I'm doing
research into generating
power from earthquakes.

Groundbreaking.[ Laughing ]
That was a funny joke.

Yeah, and one I've never,
ever heard before.

Are these people here
smarter than you?

That would depend on
how one defines
intelligence.

I'm Landis Collar.

Thank you, Christopher.Landis.

I'm Special Agent
Seeley Booth.
This here is--

Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Is that clicking noise
attached to your blindness? [ Clicking ]

Yes. It's a prototype--
sonic echo locator.

It allows me to...

[ Laughs ]apprehend
my surroundings.

- Have you forgiven me?
- Forgiven him?

I was turned down
for a fellowship here
at the institute.

No, no,
that is not true.

Your anthropological
research was rejected...

because it looked to
the past, not the future.

[ Speaking Latin ]

"To eternity, to glory,
to the future."

Right. Then why say your motto
in a dead, ancient language?

Okay, Booth.

How can I help you?Uh, this--

Uh, put your hand out.
I'll-- There you go.

What Agent Booth
has given you--I know what it is.

It's a piece
of my meteorite.

That's impressive
for a blind man.

I know because I had it
made for Diane.Diane?

Dr. Diane Sidman,
my fiancée.

The meteorite was set
in her engagement ring.

- Well, that would explain
the gold flecks.
- Is Diane all right?

When was the last time
you saw Diane?A few days ago.

She was ill, which is
understandable considering
the pressure she's under.

Pressure.She's editor-in-chief
of the Collar Journal.

Perhaps the most important venue
for scientific publishing in
the world. What has happened?

We have discovered
some human remains
which contained...

what is most certainly
your fiancée's engagement ring.

[ Clicking ]

We'd like to talk to anyone
who may have interacted with
Diane before she disappeared.

Speak with Diane's students,
chief among them Jennifer
Keating and Milton Alvaredo.

I'll have Dr. Beaudette
bring them to you.

Oh. Well--If you need anything else,
I'll be in my office.

My God.
Dr. Sidman is dead?

We have not yet
made a positive
identification.

When was the last time
you saw her, Milton?

I suffer from a kind of
chronological dyslexia...

which makes it very difficult
for me to place discreet events
accurately on a linear timeline.

Whew!
This one's all yours.

What, exactly,
are you working on?

I'm endeavoring to find a way to
transmit single-cell organisms,
using common pond scum,

from one location
to another.

Ever try a spoon?

I've had some success
vibrating two separate samples
of single-cell scum...

in complete symmetry
at a quantum level.

That's very impressive.
You wouldn't understand,
Booth.

Of course I do.
Beam me up, Scotty.Very good.

Yes, exactly.

Dr. Sidman must have been eager
to publish that in the journal.

Very excited, yes,
pending a few questions.

- Is this publishing thing
important?
- Publish or perish.

- I mean, is it motive?
- For a murder, you mean?
Definitely.

Definitely.But only on the level
of vengeance.

Killing her would not
reverse the decision,

unless, of course, the person
who killed her wanted
to take over her position.

I last saw Diane
when Jennifer asked us
to stop arguing so loudly.

Jennifer Keating, Dr. Sidman's
other grad student?Yes.

Jenny works in
cosmogenic isotope research.
It can make her cranky.

This place
is making me cranky.

I asked Milton
to quiet down, not Diane.

I would never
get mad at Diane.Why?

She's editor-in-chief
of the journal.

Publish or perish.
Right?

- What were they arguing about?
- I have no idea.
Could've been about anything.

Landis encourages
a free exchange of ideas,
and it can get pretty intense.

You specialize in
cosmogenic isotope research?

"Cosmogenic"?

It's a new way
of dating artifacts
using 14-C isotopes.

Through accelerated
mass spectroscopy.

Oh. That'd make me
cranky too.

I can't imagine
that your project
excited Diane Sidman.

Veni, vidi, vici.
Look to the future.

Carbon-dating
is all about the past.

You're right.
There was no way
she was gonna publish me.

This time next year,
I'll be looking
for postgraduate work.

- Is that the last time
you saw Diane Sidman?
- Yes. Three days ago.

Why?
Is something wrong?

It is possible
that she is dead.

Bones account
for approximately 15%
of the mass of a human being.

Given that the total bone mass
here comes to 8.9 kilograms,

that would suggest
a human being who weighed
approximately...

59.3333333 kilograms.

One hundred and 31 pounds.
Well, that matches
the victim's stats.

[ Vincent ]
Oh, it's Diane Sidman,
all right.

Dr. Saroyan
got D.N.A. confirmation.

There are no other particulates
outside of the gold flecks
and meteorite.

What did I tell you?

That we aren't allowed
in the same room
without supervision.

Why?

Because we were
stupid enough...

to fire a--
a cannon indoors.

And?

You know, you're here,
which-- which counts
for supervision, so--

I'll leave.

There's a deep pitting
in these bones,

which may or may not be
connected to the fractures.

- Also, I excluded wood chipper
as a possibility.
- How?

Whirling blades
would create parallel and
evenly-spaced fractures.

These patterns appear
to be completely random.

Even more puzzling,
they are unusually clean.

What if the cellular damage
and the fractures were caused
by the same thing?

The cells could have burst
as a result of
ice microcrystals...

having formed if the body
was rapidly frozen.

You mean, freeze the body
and then shatter the bones.

Liquid nitrogen?

You have my permission
to confer with Dr. Hodgins
on the subject.

Oh, uh, in the same room,
yes?

- Just to be clear.
- Any damages
come out of your pay.

[ Clicking ]

As requested,
Diane's work area.

[ Whistles ] Wow.
Looks like somebody
cleaned it out.

Oh, no, Booth.
Dr. Sidman was
a theoretical physicist.

She didn't do experiments.
She figured everything out
through equations.

Diane was a member
of the Large Hadron
Collider team.

Isn't that that thing in Europe
that's gonna create a black hole
and end the universe?

There's only
a very small chance of that
actually occurring.

And yet Diane received
a number of death threats.

Diane Sidman's role
was important to the
Large Hadron Collider team?

The effort to find
the Higgs boson
will be set back months.

- The God particle.
- What's that?

Uh, a theoretical particle
which explains
why matter has mass.

Mass and matter
aren't the same?

[ Chuckles ] Don't look at each other
like that.

I bet neither one of you know
how to make your own beer.

You realize you just said
"Don't look at each other"
to a blind man.

Do you have records
of threats made against her?

Yes, ever since one of
our scientists was attacked
for his work in cloning.

Milton Alvaredo suggested
that we look at whoever was
going to replace Diane Sidman...

as editor-in-chief.

That would be
the senior scholar,
Christopher Beaudette.

You can understand how
that makes him a suspect.

I'll tell Sweets to look
into the threats and see if
they're worth following up.

If it matters,
Diane and Christopher were also
enjoying a sexual relationship.

Whoa! "If it matters"?
I thought you were
going to marry her.

At which time,
by mutual agreement,

Diane and Christopher's
sexual relationship
was to cease.

Completely rational.

Except for the completely
insane part where somebody
killed Diane Sidman.

[ On Speaker ]
I'll be right back,
Dr. Beaudette.

It's a good thing they didn't
accept you at that place.Why?

It's creepy.
Everyone there is creepy.

Well, if you think
they're creepy, then you
must think I'mcreepy.

Well, you have
a creepy mode, Bones.

[ Door Opens ] [ Sweets ]
Very interesting man.

Highly self-aware.
Major-league smarty-pants.

Ah, right.
Little brain checks in,
the big brain checks out.

I-I don't know what that means.
Little brain, big brain?

He freely admits that he had
an ongoing sexual relationship
with the victim.

Oh!

Thatlittle brain.

But he denies ever having
been "in love" with her.

-What's with the hooked fingers?
-Well, he said "in love"
very sarcastically.

Like it was something that
happened to "lower primates."

Okay, who else
was he sleeping with?

- I didn't ask.
- What does that matter?

Because maybe not everybody is
so, you know, "adult," you know,

or "rational"...

or-- hey--
"clear-thinking"...

or "heartless" as him.

That was a lot
of quotation marks.

[ Sighs ]
So,

sexual relationships
are pretty casual over there
at the Collar Institute, right?

We're young, close quarters.
We stimulate each other.

Mmm. Who else
were you sleeping with?

Jennifer,
who was also seeing Milton.

So, is it possible that Jennifer
was trying to get rid of
a romantic rival?

By that retrograde
manner of thought,

Landis could have killed Diane
for sleeping with me.

Or I could have killed Diane
for sleeping with Landis.

Or Milton could have
killed Diane for sleeping
with me and Landis.

Ladies and gentlemen,

what I propose to show you today
is how our victim's
skeletal structure...

came to shatter
into tiny bits.

Mr. Nigel-Murray.

He enjoys this
way too much.

Basically, Hodgins
sees himself as Dr. Nemo.

Liquid nitrogen freezes
at 63 degrees Kelvin,

which is minus 210 degrees
Celsius...

or minus 346 degrees
Fahrenheit.

It's, uh, unnecessary
to say "degrees Celsius."

It's implicit.Shh.

When I drop
this super-cooled turkey--

Once again, technically
not super-cooled.

it'll shatter
into hundreds of bits
on the concrete floor.

Shards are gonna fly
in every direction, so--
Ready?

Three, two, one.

- Whoa!
- Watch it!

- [ Groans ]
- [ Onlookers Gasping ]

- I'm okay.
- Oh! Oh! Oh!

It's just
a glancing blow.

[ Onlookers Murmuring ] [ Woman ]
Is she all right?

Dr. Lance Sweets.
I work for the F.B.I.
as a psychological profiler.

Psychiatrist
or psychologist?

He's just
a psychologist.

[ Mouths Word ]

Uh, the point is, I looked
through over 800 threats
made against Dr. Diane Sidman.

You, Dr. Mullins,
were the only person
I thought merited questioning.

Using psychology.That's correct.

[ Scoffs ]
You might as well have
picked my name from a hat.

Normally, I'd agree,

but your disapproval
of Dr. Sidman's work...

makes me wonder
if you're a religious fanatic.

No. Like most
reasonable human beings,
I'm an agnostic.

You have a doctorate in physics
from Princeton, right?

Yet you work as a welder?

Welding is a real job,
unlike psychology.

How can a reasonable human being
with a physics degree
honestly believe...

that a particle accelerator
in Europe is going
to create a black hole...

which will destroy
the solar system?

Would you like a list
of Nobel Laureates
who agree with me?

The odds are
one in 50 million--
slight, I admit.

Too high when you consider
the loss of not only humanity,

but the only planet
in the cosmos
that we know for certain...

is capable of generating
and sustaining life.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Um, I hate to say it,
but I'm totally with him
on this one.

Would you kill someone
on 50 million-to-1 odds?

Kill someone?
Who's dead?

Diane Sidman.

Of the 800 threats I studied,
106 of them were from you.

Evidence indicates
that Diane Sidman...

was frozen,
using liquid nitrogen,
after she was killed.

- Then her body was dropped
and shattered.
- [ Chuckles ] Ridiculous.

A frozen cadaver
would simply bounce.
Any moron should know that.

The point is,
as a welder, you have access
to liquid nitrogen.

My I.Q. is 162.

What about it?

I'm smart enough to know
when to shut up
and ask for a lawyer.

Except I've got
one last thing to say.

Knowing that Diane Sidman
is dead,

I'm going to sleep about
50 million times better tonight.

[ Typing ]

I got here as soon
as I could. What's up?

Lab results from the C.B.C.
and biopsy on our victim.

"Abnormal proliferation of
leukocytes in the thoracic
and lumbar bone marrow"?

These numbers are fatal.She died of leukemia?

Diane Sidman
had a full physical
two weeks ago.

Guess what.
Clean bill of health.

How does a perfectly
healthy young woman...

develop advanced leukemia
in two weeks?

Leukemia doesn't just
appear in two weeks.

What about radiation?

There's gotta be some source
of radiation in that place
that could cause cancer.

Someone accidentally
irradiates this poor woman...

and then covers it up by
freezing her and smashing her
remains into little... bits?

You know, ironically,
intelligent people have been
known to commit murders...

in ludicrously
complicated ways, virtually
ensuring their capture.

[ Sweets ]
Isn't that--

Uh, i-i-it's
Angela's d-dad.

It's not uncommon
for men...

to fear their lover's
male parent.

You know
what creeps me out?

The way that English people
say "lovah."

Attacking Vincent like that
clearly indicates that
what he said is true.

The man is from Texas.

He told me
that if I messed up--

I don't remember what he said,
but he mentioned the key
"G-demolish,"

and it sounded
pretty bad.

The blues is known
as the devil's music
because those most adept...

are thought to have made
a pact with the devil
and thus fear no earthly law...

because they're already
doomed to eternity in hell.

Harsh.

Thank you, Vincent.
I-I feel much better now.

I happen to have
a great deal of insight into
the whole blues culture.

I could talk to him
for you.

Yeah, thanks,
but, uh, too late.

Have you found something?

Posterior
of the T7.

Looks very smooth.

This indentation could very well
be the result of a tumor.

A possible source
of Diane Sidman's leukemia.

A tumor this size
over two weeks...

would require a radiation source
of between 1,000 and 5,000 rems.

That would've burned the victim.
We would've seen that.

Must have been
a steady exposure over time.

The woman spent
almost all her time at work.

[ Chattering ][ Devices Beeping ]

- Everything's coming up clean.
- Nothing?

- Nope.
- There should still be some
evidence of radioactivity.

There's nothing radioactive
in this room.

[ Man ]
Break it down.
Go for defoam.

God, I don't know how
you wear these things.
Hot suits!

Whoa.What?

Ooh, right there.
What are you doing, Bones?

This stain here...

must have hit Diane Sidman
almost exactly where
the tumor formed.

Testing me
on the cancer chair?

But you're wearing a suit.
Plus, it's not
radioactive anymore.

We're gonna need
to take this chair.No, no, no!

You don't just go around
doing human testing
on people, Bones.

I gotta go
to the bathroom.

Well, I touched it
with my bare hands.

See?

You may be wondering
why I'm going through
these bones again.

Probably because you feel bad
that Dr. Brennan found evidence
of a tumor that you missed?

The average chocolate bar
has eight insect legs in it.

So, she said hopefully,
metaphorically you're
looking for insect legs?

And I may have found some.

These cylindrical notches
on the left clavicle.

[ Beeping ]

See?

Two of them, yes.They may be stab wounds.

Okay, we'll have
Dr. Hodgins check them
for microscopic particulates,

if he hasn't lit out
for Timbuktu yet.

The discoloration
in the fabric
was not radioactive,

but because of your suspicion
I tested for daughter isotopes.

Daughter isotopes?

Daughter isotopes
are what's left behind after
radioactive isotopes decay.

So there was
a radioactive isotope
on Diane Sidman's chair.

Yeah, a strong one.
Is anyone at that place
doing cancer research?

No. It's not
that kind of place.

Yeah, right. To eternity,
to glory, to the future.
[ Scoffs ]

You disapprove
of the Collar Institute?

Up and forward
are only two directions.

Science should look
in all directions.
You taught me that.

- I did?
- Every day.

Thank you.

[ Man Grunting ] [ Woman Moaning,
Screaming ]

Go on.
Just get the door.What?

Get the door!Now?

[ Moaning Continues ]

You gotta be kidding me.
It's like Club Med Mensa
around here.

[ Chuckles ]What are you laughing at?

You know, most people,
you bust in on 'em
having sex with a gun,

[ Whistles ]
it kinda disrupts
the mood.

Perhaps they decided
to start all over again
from the beginning.

[ Laughs ]
It's just sex, Booth.

-It's not that. I'm not a prude.
-Well, you have
what they would call hang-ups.

You know,
that guy Landis?

Yes?

- He's about to make
a move on you.
- How do you know?

Because it is the rational
and smart thing to do,
and he is all about that.

I see how he looks at you.

How he looks at me?
He's blind.

That's too literal, Bones.
His fiancée was just murdered,
and he's already moving on.

Well, she's gone.
He has accepted it.

Look, good people,
they leave marks on each other.

The least we could do is let
them fade away naturally, not,
you know, scrape them off...

or paint over them
with new marks.

- So you're not a prude?
- [ Laughs ] Moi?

Hey, I am a very fun
and, uh,

very sexy guy.

So you just think
that if two people
care about each other,

they leave metaphorical marks
which should be allowed
to fade naturally?

You heard me, but you
just didn't understand me.

I wonder that about you
all the time. [ Door Opens ]

My apologies.
Were you looking for me?

We need to see
your radioactive isotopes.

Hey, how you doing, pal?
Did you knock one
out of the park?

- I'll be off then, Jennifer.
- Good-bye, Milton.

Thank you very much.

You're more than welcome.

"Thank you, Milton."
"No, thank you, Jennifer."

Everyone is so polite here,
except for the murder
and cheating.

We can get a warrant
for the isotopes,
if that's what you require.

That won't be necessary.

I don't know what use
you could have with these--
I haven't used them for months--

but--

Something wrong?

- Some of my vials are missing.
- Hmm?

We'll need to know how many
people, aside from yourself,

had access to them
in the last month.

Everyone in the institute
had access.

Everyone.

♪♪ [ Blues Rock ]

This guy's good.He really is.

Whoo!

Why would a guy like you
play on a street corner?

Well, I guess that
depends on who, exactly,
you think I am.

I'd like to speak to you
about Hodgins.

Uh-huh.I'd like to help.

No, thanks, son.
I can handle Hodgins
all on my own.

Oh, no. I mean,
I'd like to help
with the situation.

See, I'm a psychologist.
It's kinda my mojo.

You misunderstand
the term.

♪♪ [ Blues Rock ]

What I meant was--♪♪ [ Stops ]

♪♪ [ Resumes ]

Vincent pointed out each break
appears to have happened at
the weakest part in each bone.

X-rays bear me out
on that.

The most damage was done
to the weakest bones--

the anvil, the hyoids,
these points on the spine.

I don't get what that means.

Essentially,
the skeleton broke apart
at the weakest points.

The way a building
would fall apart
during an earthquake.

So, the victim was killed--
we're not positive how yet--
then frozen,

then shaken until
all the bones fell apart?

Not shaken.
Vibrated.

Vibrated until
the frozen bones
shattered like crystal.

Hodgins!

Don't sneak up like that.
I could put out an eye
on my microscope.

You gotta run.You talked
to Angela's father.

Oh, God.
W-What did he say?

I have no idea.

But he was very--
He's got a very disturbing
effect-- sinister.

I am not scared of him.

Okay. Okay, you know
that whole "sell your soul
at the crossroads" thing?

I'm buying it.
You gotta run for it, man.

I told you so.

Yeah. Hey, you know what?
I secretly had a thing
for Angela.

Now it's gone.
Like, wiped from
the memory banks.

- So, it had to be
Milton Alvaredo, right?
- Why?

He's the one who's working
on transporting matter
through vibrations, right?

You understood that?Hey!

He kills Dr. Sidman,
flash-freezes her,

then tries to transport her
to outer space,
the moon, whatever.

Ends up
frozen chili con carne.

I'm very impressed.Well, I've learned
a lot from you.

And a lot from watching
the Discovery Channel
with Parker.

Milton Alvaredo
is not our only suspect.Jennifer Keating.

Well, her only motive
is revenge.

Like you say,
that's just not logical,

and despite her being, you know,
a sex kitten scientist,
she's still logical.

No, not Jennifer Keating.
Chris Beaudette.

His project concerns
extracting energy
from earthquakes.

Oh.Plus, Dr. Collar's working on
echo location for the blind.

So, basically,
we're back to square one.

I suggest we find an apparatus
capable of shattering
a flash-frozen human cadaver.

Apparatus.

Yep.Right. Gotcha.

[ Booth ]
Hello. Dr. Earthquake?

Okay, so, tell me
what I'm looking for.

Any apparatus that might
facilitate the creation
of a sonic standing wave.

Right. Tell me what
I'm looking for again.

You're leaning on it.

Right. I knew that.
All right. Look at this.

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]
Right.

I'll just get Forensics
to look for blood.

No, there won't be any blood.
The remains are frozen solid
by this point.

The natural frequency
of the human body is between
three and seven Hertz.

Humans have
natural frequencies?

Naturally, that would
increase dramatically
if the body is frozen--

Whoa! Hey!

Forget it, Booth! We're in
a high-pressure chamber!

- That door can withstand
the force of at least--
- [ Generator Whirring ]

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no? What, "oh, no"?

- We have to get out of here.
- Or what? We'll explode?

[ Loud High Frequencies ]Aah!

[ Both Groaning ]

Booth, what we have
to do here is we have to try
to counteract the wavelength.

The what?[ Imitating High-pitched
Frequency ]

[ Imitating Frequency,
Groaning ]

It's not working!

If we stop, our brains
will turn to pudding.

[ Both Squealing, Groaning ]

[ Booth Groaning, Gasping ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Shouting ]
Booth! Hello?

Booth! Are you okay?
Are you all right?
Can you hear me?

- What?
- Are you all right?

[ Shouting ]
I'm all right!
How about you?

- I called paramedics. They
should be here any second.
- Landis pulled us out.

- I heard shots.
- Booth! Are you okay?

It was my shooting
that saved our lives.

Should have been dead
in five to seven seconds.

- Bones, it was my gun!
- My sonic interference idea
worked!

It wasn't your siren--
[ Groans ]Can you hear me?

[ Shouting ]
It was my gun!

If I hadn't started
interference, we'd be dead
before you started shooting!

You two might want to try
resting before communicating.

- Don't need to be deaf
as well as blind.
- What?

This notch you found
in the clavicle?Yeah.

I found minute traces
of graphite,
clay and copolymer.

Pencil lead.Yeah.

Which, of course,
is not lead at all.

Uh, is that even possible?

All right,
say a fairly heavy
mechanical pencil, right?

To the windpipe
or the carotid.

Victim dies,
is deep frozen
and then shattered.

Uh, the freeze-dried chunks
are swept into garbage bags
and dumped for birds to eat.

Mmm.Well--

Well--Ooh!
[ Chuckles ]

Oh, no, please, you keep it.

I don't think I could ever
regard it in the same manner
again since--

Thank you very much.

I warned the man,
Angie.

I told him that
if he hurt you, he would
have me to contend with.

Did you take off your glasses
when you said it?[ Chuckles ]

I definitely did.

It was a mutual breakup.Were you hurt?

Dad--Could he
have stopped it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

But so could I.

Well, his daddy
can come down...

and kick yourass.

I can't do
everybody's job.

I wish you wouldn't.

Okay, sweet girl.

I will ameliorate
my vengeful intentions.

"Ameliorate"?

Honest?

Honest.

Honest
as a Texas sundown.

[ Brennan ]
One of you
killed Diane Sidman.

And tried
to kill us.

I think we can rule out
sexual jealousy as a motive
for this murder.

- [ All ]
Of course we can.
- Yeah, of course we can.

Why? Because these robots
don't feel like humans?

No, because radiation poisoning
is the opposite
of a crime of passion.

Well, my people say
that Diane Sidman was
stabbed to death with a pencil.

Well, indicating
that the murderer
suddenly became impatient...

or approached a deadline.

You figure out that deadline,
you'll figure out your murderer.

It has to be
the publishing deadline
from the journal.

Look at this, huh?
Found blood in your
resonance chamber.

Obviously you can't see that,
but it's right there.That's not blood.

- Luminol means blood.
- There's no evidence
of smearing.

If the murderer had seen blood,
he would've cleaned it up.

Luminol reacts with copper,
iron, peroxides and cyanide.

Which provides for
a number of false positives--
vegetables, fruit pulp.

Cleaning agents,
insecticides.

Various glues, rust remover,
ketchup, seaweed, staph, algae.

Is this luminol stuff
ever useful?

I'm just asking because it--
Yes? It is? Fine, I'll shut up.

Mm-hmm.

- Booth.
- What?

Luminol reacts
with pond scum.

So?

Right!

Right.

Pond scum Scotty.
You're our guy.

You're under arrest.

Knew it all along.
Let's go. Come on. Up.[ Clicking ]

[ Groans ]
God! Oww!

That's for killing
my fiancée.

One person to your left,
Dr. Collar.

My apologies, Agent Booth.
My echo locator
must have malfunctioned.

[ Clears Throat ]

This may not be
the most apropos time, but--

- Oh! Here we go!
- Here we go, what?

I was wondering,
could I have your phone number?

- Wow!
- Told you.

Really?

I have been... considering
how to respond...

if you asked...

and have decided
upon no.

- Well--
- I can go, right?

- Yep.
- I have actual
"save the world" work to do.

Dr. Collar.

[ Groaning ]

You okay?Yeah, I'm all right.

You know what? You're the only
smart person I really like.

Thank you. Oh, that's--
W-What about--

What about me?

So, Diane Sidman agreed
to publish Milton Alvaredo only
if he shared credit with her.

Right. She said that
he was using his theories
about the God particles--

Particle.
There's only one.Right. Particle.

To vibrate
the pond scum.

He gives her cancer,
but she lives too long.Wow. Yeah.

Then he kills her
with a pencil
and feeds her to crows...

so he doesn't have
to share a credit.

Wow, thatis cold.

And creepy?

I didn't mean
to call you creepy.You said I have a creepy mode.

I apologize. Okay, look,
I wasn't in my element.

Every element
is your element.No, that is not true.

Okay, listen,

we just gotta stop
hanging out with geniuses,

because you're gonna figure out
that I'm really stupid.

What? Don't worry about that.

Mmm.I figured out a long time ago
how stupid you are.

Hmm.

What I just said...
is true,

and yet it really...
sounded wrong.

What I should say is,
I don't care
how stupid you are.

That's not any better.

No. No.

Not at all.
It's not even rel--Okay, well--

There is intelligence,
which I have
and Mr. Nigel-Murray.

Oh.
Thank you.

And Sweets, even though
his is so misdirected
as to be meaningless.

Right.
Wow.
Backhand full of knuckles
with that compliment.

And Hodgins.
And Angela--

Not so much,
but she's very talented.

Thank you very much.You're welcome.

Then there's another quality,
which is the ability
to useintelligence.

That is what you have.

Thanks, Bones.

Hey, wait a minute,
speaking of Hodgins,
has anybody seenHodgins?

No.

Oh, God.

♪♪ [ Blues Rock ]

♪ He was caught, he was bound
in La Casa de Calaboose ♪

♪ He was tried, he was found
and readied for the noose ♪

♪ But the break he would make ♪

♪ It didn't turn out so well ♪♪

What's that mean?