All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E20 - The Cinderella in the Cardboard (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Hey, who's the new guy?That's not a guy.

i¡Acá!
[ Wolf Whistle ]

Hey, baby!

I swear to God,
I'd give my left "cojone"
to take her for a spin.

Hey! The Lord is not pleased
with lustful thoughts, man.

Hey, he put her here.

If he wants me
to keep it in my pants,
tell him to send me a sign.

- Holy Mary, Mother of God.
- [ Tool Clanging ]

It's the Blessed Virgin.
Please forgive me.

[ Cell Phone Beeping ]

Mamá,
llama al padre Fischer.

Dile que miré
la bendita Virgen.
Aquí en el trabajo.

Sí, es un milagro, mamá.
i¡Es un milagro!

[ Chattering ][ Woman ]
The Virgin Mary.

All right.
Let's go, everybody.
Move back. Hello.

F.B.I. Ciao.
Excuse me. Ciao.You folks clear a path, please.

Thank you. Let's go. [ Man ] Folks, I'm gonna ask
you again, please stay back.

This is an active
crime scene.Oh.

Oh, my God.
It's the Virgin Mary.

Have you googled
the Grilled Cheese Jesus?

'Cause that was just
a faulty griddle.

We're here because someone
suspected a crime, Booth.

Oh, I'm just saying life
is a lot more than what you
cook up in your chemistry sets.

Miracles do happen.

Religious visions
are nothing but pareidolia--

random stimulus
being perceived as significant.

Oh, yeah?
Did you ever hear of the Shroud
of Turin, Dr. Burn in Hell?

Sorry, big guy.
That was debunked
20 years ago.

Carbon dating.
Doesn't lie.

Neither does
phenolphthalein.

This was not a miracle.
It's dried blood.

Oh. All right. Let's get
this bale of hay down.
Come on.

You grab the left.[ Booth ]
Yeah, let's go!

Easy!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, go.
We haven't got all day.[ Snaps Fingers ]

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

There you go.All right.

Let's do it.

Careful.[ Booth ]
Okay!

Okay. I'm gonna
give you this one.

Maybe it's not a miracle.

The fractures I can see
are consistent
with the baling machine.

Based on lack of hemorrhagic
tissue, she was dead before
ending up in the baler.

Can we remove her
from the cardboard?

Not until she's completely
processed. I don't even know
how I'm gonna tox her.

The cardboard soaked up
most of her bodily fluids.

Her blouse looks like it's got
patches of glaze on it.

Could be extruded body fat.

Ooh. Hello, maggots.

Maybe Hodgins
can use these little devils
to give us time of death.

The second joints
of the victim's middle toes
have been shaved.

I think she was tortured.

No. The victim had her toe
surgically shortened.

On purpose? For vanity.

Women love shoes.

Like I said on the phone,
this is definitely my patient.

- I remember I threw in
a toe tuck for free.
- A toe tuck?

What can I say?
Toes are the new nose.

The Board of Plastic Surgeons
hasn't approved this
for elective surgery.

They haven't
condemned it either.

- Right. Okay.
So who's our girl?
- Well, um, Meriel Mitsakos.

She wanted the surgery
'cause she was getting married.

Had her eye on a pair
of Christian Louboutin sandals,
but her middle toe stuck out.

I said it was an easy fix.

You cut her toe off
so she could fit into
a pair of shoes?

Self-mutilation
for an antiquated ritual.
It's barbaric.

Oh, come on.
Marriage is very important
to a lot of people, Bones.

That's ridiculous. No one
can guarantee how they're gonna
feel about someone for life.

-We're not a monogamous species.
-Marriage has been around
since the beginning of time.

Women from Amazonian tribes
express their love by spitting
in their partners' faces.

I hope we've progressed
past that.

Okay, well, you know what?
Sometimes love trumps logic.

Love is a chemical process
which causes delusion.

An intellectually
rigorous person
would never get married.

Never say never.That's a paradox.
It makes no sense.

Am I still needed here?

- Because if you two are having
relationship issues, I can--
- We're not a couple.

We just work together.
That's all.

Meriel Mitsakos
was murdered.

And as of now,
you're the only one we know
who's taken a knife to her.

Meriel wanted everything
to be perfect for our wedding.

Including her feet?

I told her I loved her just
the way she was, but that--

that doctor made her feel
like her feet were unsightly.

Uh-- But you checked
him out, right?

Yeah. He was in Europe
at the time of Meriel's murder.

Meriel was my oldest friend.
I was gonna be
her maid of honor.

She asked me in 10th grade.

Why would Meriel plan a wedding
if she didn't have a groom?

You had to know her.
Meriel got everything
that she wanted.

And all she ever wanted
was to be a bride.

But don't misunderstand.
We loved each other very much.

Listen, Mike. When was
the last time you saw her?

Four days ago, about 2:00.
We had a wedding cake tasting.

I don't want to come off
as sounding offensive,

but do you think
maybe she got cold feet?

We were in love.

All we wanted
was each other.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

Just find out
who did this to Meriel.

[ Whirring ]

[ Device Beeps ]

- Where did this come from?
- The Egyptology department.

They let you borrow it?Well, no one was using it.

- Tell me you're kidding.
- No. I left a note.

Oh.

Uh, well, Dr. Saroyan
won't let me take the victim
off the cardboard.

And Dr. Brennan's gonna
kill me if I don't get her
complete X-rays, right?

- You cannot just take a--
- Fluoroscopy machine.

I've always wanted to use one,
and this is the perfect
opportunity.

I just got a call
from Ethan Lawrence
in Egyptology.

Something about a Post-it note
where his fluoroscopy machine
used to be.

Oh, um--
Well, their victims have been
dead for thousands of years.

Very little chance
of catching the perpetrators.

Figured it was
a priority thing, right?

No. Really it's more of
a "firing and arrest" thing.

Did you really think
for one minute--I found something.

Looks important. Very important.
Would've gone unnoticed
without the fluoroscopy.

- I'm sorry. Did I
interrupt you, Dr. Saroyan?
- Oh, he's good.

Just show me.

Something embedded
in the anterior superior
iliac spine.

- [ Wendell ]
What is it?
- A straight pin.

Wait. Dead bride
wearing a strapless bra,
plus a straight pin.

She must've had
a bridal gown fitting
right before she died.

Ooh.

[ Chattering ]

According to her maid of honor,
this is where she ordered
her dress.

Size six coming through!

Ow! Ow!
Ladies, watch the toes![ Squealing ]

Man, these women are crazy!Well, you know how
I feel about weddings.

Yeah, what's happening here
is definitely not about love.

Hello.
Oh, you're beautiful.

Your size is on that rack.

Oh, no. We're not
looking for a dress.No. Never, ever.

Mm-mmm.Ever.

Oh, cold feet?
You'll get over it.

You two are obviously
meant for each other.

- No.
- We're, uh, looking
for the manager.

I'm Lucia Bertolino.
Is there a problem?

I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth.
This here is my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

- How are these treated?
- Uh, we dip them in glycerin.

They're freeze-dried.
They last forever.

I'm sure they do.
Listen, we're investigating
a murder.

The victim was here getting
a bridal fitting shortly
before she was killed.

- Uh, Meriel Mitsakos?
- Oh.

Hard to forget
Miss Mitsakos.

She had a fight with Anya,
our best bridal consultant.

She was screaming at her
and calling her incompetent.

Right. Is Anya
here today working?

Actually, I had to let her go.
Anya slapped her.

Miss Mitsakos
threatened to sue.

- I didn't have a choice.
- Did Anya show any other
signs of violence?

Was she dealing with
something else in her life?

Oh, this place was her life.

Well, I'm gonna need
her contact information.

Oh, Anya
couldn't kill anyone.

Well, had she ever
slapped anyone before?

Let me get it for you. Thank you.

Aw, come on, Bones.
Huh?

You must've dreamt
about being a bride...

before your heart
turned to stone.

Just because I don't want to
take part in a meaningless
ritual...

doesn't mean that I'm not
a warm and affectionate person.

There are even some children
who have taken to me.

Oh, my God! I love it!
Isn't it perfect?

- Do you think it's perfect?
- It's Daisy.

What?Turn around.
Turn around.

That's Daisy Wick,
Sweets's girlfriend.

Don't look. No, she
cannot see us.Why?

- Why? Because she is
buying a wedding dress.
- [ Daisy Laughing ]

[ Squeals ] Some guy is hugging her.

What? She's marrying someone
else without telling Sweets?

Don't you think
he'd be upset about that?Yeah, of course.

- Well, I like Sweets.
We should tell him.
- No, no, no! No, no.

- It's gotta be
our little secret. Shh.
- Here's Anya's information.

Oh, thank you.Thanks.

You know, this veil would
be perfect for you, dear.

Oh. Well, it's a symbol
of virginity,

and I've been sexually active
since I was--

Okay, Bones.
We really have to get going.

Thank you so much for your help.
Come on. This way.

A woman buys a wedding dress
to get married, Booth.

You know, if you're such
a strict adherent to monogamy,

- then shouldn't you warn Sweets
that he's being cuckolded?
- [ Beeping ]

Now listen, Bones.
There are complicated emotions
that are involved here.

- This is definitely
not your thing.
- It's a matter of honesty.

Just trust me on this one.
It's none of our business.

- It's none of our business.
- What's none of your business?

- Hi! Hey!
- Hey.

- We were just discussing
our latest case.
- The dead bride?

Yeah. That would be
completely your business,
though, wouldn't it?

- Mm-hmm.
- No, we were just--
- Am I missing something?

Daisy--What?

No. Crazy. Daisy.
You must really miss Daisy.

Yeah. We manage. Let me ask you a question.

Could dealing with crazy brides
all day make someone snap
and commit murder?

No, the bride snapped first.
She had a fight with
the bridal consultant.

Right. If the bride's physical
or emotional needs are not met,
yeah, she might act out.

Violence is rare though.
Infidelity's more common.

Using some disposable sap
as an emotional Band-Aid.

- Right.
- Fascinating.
- Yep. Let's go!

So a woman could be buying her
wedding dress with her fiancé...

and spending her free time
with a lover who is--

But, uh, physical violence
is definitely a possibility.
Right?

- Yeah.
- We gotta get going.
Come on, Bones.

It is, but you interrupted
Dr. Brennan.

We have somewhere we have to be.
We're late. See you later.I was going to say--

I don't--

I worked at Bertolino's
for 29 years.

No matter what a bride looked
like coming in, when I was done
with her, she was beautiful.

But that one--
Miss Mitsakos.
Ugly from the inside out.

Okay. Why don't you just
tell us about Meriel?

Every time she dropped a pound,
she made me adjust that bodice,
which would've been fine.

But Friday she decided,
instead of a drop waist,
she wanted a natural waist.

She suggested
I start from scratch.

She insinuated I didn't know
what I was doing,

that her dress issues
were my fault.

She pushed me away.
Pushed me!

Then-- Then you slapped her?No.

I slapped her after she
threw the pins at me.

You got fired.
You must've been angry.

I pride myself
on being a gentlewoman.

I would rather not talk
about this any further. I understand.

Just, uh, one more thing.

You had Meriel's personal
information, her account,
address, et cetera.

Can you account
for your whereabouts
the day after you got fired?

I know what you're implying,
Agent Booth.

I was at home.
I live alone.

But I have spent
the last 29 years
bringing joy to young women.

So no alibi.

I am a gentlewoman.

[ Device Beeps ]Hodgins found gravel
in her hair,

but death by gravel
is unlikely.

Time to get her
off the cardboard?How?

She's basically been absorbed
into the substrate.

We could cut underneath,
but that runs the risk
of compromising the bones.

- We have to scrape her off.
- [ Hodgins ]
Look at this.

Tox screen results
on the pureed maggots.

Tequila. The maggots
were hammered.

Which means
Meriel was too.Yeah. But it gets better.

The weird glaze on the vic's
clothing wasn't extruded fat.
It was glycerin.

According to Dr. Brennan,
Bertolino's uses glycerin
to preserve bridal bouquets.

Looks like Bridezilla
might've messed with
the wrong old lady.

I used to work
at Anthony's Famous
in Georgetown.

Oh, that is some
seriously good pizza.

The secret is the crust.
It's all in the crust.

Does this relate
to our victim at all?

This is basically how we get
the pizzas out of the oven.
Every pie was perfect.

Everybody ready?

This is so far
out of my job description,
it's not even funny.

Okay. We are in.

Oh, she's sticking.

It was always tough
getting the pie out.

The cheese would bubble over
onto the oven and stick.
Pie could break apart.

I wouldn't serve
a pie like that.

Can we save your war stories
for a more appropriate time?Yeah.

Careful.
Careful of the skull.

Perfect.Now that's something
I'd serve!

If she were a pizza,
which she's not.

So-- So--
I'll stop now.

Ready?

Carefully. Careful.

Can I remove the flesh?Knock yourself out.

[ Brennan ]
So do you think the bridal
consultant killed Meriel?

Not really, but, you know,
hey, I've been wrong before.

You're usually quite certain.No, that would be you,
Bones. Okay?

"I'm never getting married."You've never married.

Well, I will.That's impossible to know.

You have issues with this,
so next time we see Sweets,
you should bring it up.

Sweets is having an affair
with a woman who's engaged.

He's hardly one
to give advice.

You know what? You are scared.
That's what it is.

- You're scared of love.
- Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.

Hey! Mind if we join you?It's Sweets...
and Daisy.

Dr. Brennan,
it's so good to see you.

I want you to know that even
though you've fired me twice,

I have nothing but warm
feelings toward you.

- Then you wouldn't mind
if I spoke freely?
- Of course not.

- Hey! We were just leaving.
- We haven't gotten
our food yet.

- We don't need the food.
- Oh, great!

- And she sits.
- You know, every time I get
stuck on my dissertation,

I think to myself,
"W.W.B.D.?"

-I have no idea what that means.
-"What would Brennan do?"

I mean, it really
should be "W.W.D.B.D.?"

"What would
Dr. Brennan do?"

But that seems unnecessarily
formal since I'm only
thinking it silently.

Isn't she cute?[ Nervous Chuckling ]
Yeah, she's adorable.

Come on. Multiple wives are the norm
in most of the world.

Sweets and Daisy
would have no problem
if the same were true here.

- Beg your pardon?
- Bones is just so into
the murder of this bride...

that the facts
just start pouring out.

You would really kick ass
on thatMillionaire show.
Come on.

I can only imagine what it would
be like to have your brain.

- That's true.
- Look at that!

- Text flying in. We gotta go!
- I don't see a text.

How about the four of us
grab some Mongolian barbecue
tonight?

Oh, I'm busy.
I already have plans.

With whom?That's none of our business.

I have yoga class.
You don't mind,
do you, Lancelot?

It makes me limber. [ Booth ] Okay, here we go.

We really have to get going
here. Come on. Let's go.I don't mind.

So we can take your table? [ Booth ]
Have the food too.

All right.Oh, they're so nice.

Yeah.If they want a healthy,
monogamous relationship,

they should be
forthright and honest.

Well, that's not the way
a relationship's
supposed to be.

Most of the boxes don't have
any identifiable markings,

but the surface scratches
on this one look like
they may be handwriting.

- Daisy Wick
is having an affair.
- Really?

She's getting married,
and she's cuckolding on
her fiancé with Dr. Sweets.

Poor Sweets.
He loves her.

Booth doesn't want to tell him.
He says it's none
of our business.

Exactly.But--

Miss Wick's infidelity
might cause him?

If Sweets is in love with Daisy
and she's cheating on him,

somewhere inside he knows.

And if he doesn't, then it's
because he doesn't want to.

Will you hand me
that lemon juice?

- I think you are correct.
- Good.

A person's love life is--

The scratches on the cardboard
should take on a higher
concentration of lemon juice...

than the surface area.You just want to tell him,
don't you?

Sweets says
that he's an expert
in human psychology.

He should be able to handle
a problem this common.

Come on, sweetie. Be kind.

Of course.

Hey, look.
It looks like we can read
the writing on the box.

Okay. "Champagne Lounge,

271 Beloit Avenue,
Washington, D.C."

♪♪ [ Loud Techno ] [ People Chattering ]

Okay. Tell you what.
You know what, Bones?

These bubbles
are gonna stain my suit.

These bubbles are formed
using glycerin.

Maybe that's how the glycerin
got on Meriel's clothes,
not the flowers.

Yeah, right. Hey, buddy.
Over here.

What can I get you?Information.

You working here
Friday night?Yeah.

She sent her drink back
three times.

Dirty martini?
Too dirty.

Mojito, too sweet.
Vodka on the rocks--

- Yeah, all right.
Who was she with?
- I don't know. Some guy.

Well, her fiancé's
about 185 centimeters,

rectangular cranial structure,
dominant maxillary bone.

Look, all I remember is that
the dude paid for her drinks.

Probably used a credit card.
So why don't you go look for
those receipts for me?

Must've served a thousand drinks
Friday. When I get a chance,
I'll look for it.

You should get the chance soon,
or better yet, why don't you
think about it...

when I go card these
two blondes over here?

Uh-- Okay.

Thanks. Mm-hmm.

[ Brennan ]
What do you do
with those boxes?

Recycling Dumpster
off the back alley.
Why?

All right. Uh--

All right. You know,
it always stinks in the
back alleys, doesn't it?

Come on. Okay. Let's go.
Break it up. F.B.I.

Come on. Back inside.All right. No worries.

- Thank you.
- Pea gravel.

Hodgins can determine if
it's a match for what we found
in the victim's hair.

Right. [ Cell Phone Beeping ]

Yeah.
Special Agent Booth, 22705.

Look, I need a crime scene unit
here at 271 Beloit.

Back entrance. Thanks.

♪♪ [ Whistling ]

Oh, look at that, huh?
I think I may have found
the woman's cell phone.

Yeah.
[ Chuckling ]

Booth?

What do you got? Come here.

Oh, thanks. Whoa.

We got some blood
there, huh?

Booth says that if we can
pull the call history,

he won't have to subpoena
the phone company records.

Yeah, I've heard of that place,
the Champagne Lounge.

Lot of couples use the alley
for a quickie.

Okay. Well, looks like
it's just the battery.

Maybe she was regretting
her decision to limit
her sexual activity to one man.

You just can't let it go,
can you?

All right.
This ought to do it.

- [ Beeps ]
- All fixed.

- Well done.
- Yeah.

[ Rings ]

Oh, my God.
She's getting a call.

Um-- Wh-What--
What do you want me to do?

Answer it.

[ Rings, Beeps ]

- Oh, my God. It's Hodgins.
- [ Chiming ]

Okay, this is embarrassing.

Yeah, it's worse than that,
because your picture just popped
up on a dead woman's cell phone.

Because my phone was
within 100 yards of hers.

Hey, don't get all squinty
on me, okay, Hodgins?
I want an explanation.

- It's... a dating service.
- You're using a dating service?

Yes, along with millions
of other people.

- [ Phone Beeps ]
- It's called Date or Hate.

When a potential match
is within 100 yards,
both our cell phones ring.

You can press "Date" or "Hate."
If we both press "Date," then we
get each other's phone numbers.

But Meriel was engaged.
Why would she be using
a dating service?

I don't know.
Maybe she forgot to cancel?

Oh, guys, sex.

- It's a no-brainer.
- What, is that your reason?

Because weren't you and Angela
sexually compatible?

It's not about the sex.
I was looking for
a meaningful connection.

- I get it, Jack.
- You do?

- Yeah.
- Hey, guys. Dead body?
All right? Murder.

Okay, did you know the victim
before she was a pizza?

No, but she would definitely
have many other potential dates.

You should talk to the agency.
The Date or Hate offices
are local.

[ Phone Rings, Chimes ]

Oh!Doesn't she work
in the cafeteria?

- Ouch. She just pressed "Hate."
You're out.
- Oh, okay.

All right. Just--

[ Man ]
We have 8,000 registered users
in the D.C. area...

and almost 200
marital success stories.

Well, one of your registered
users, a Meriel Mitsakos,
was murdered.

[ Sighs ]

Do you know the victim?

No, but I'm in the process
of securing venture capital
to take my company national.

If this gets out,
I could lose my investors.

Right. We're gonna have to
take a look at Meriel's--

Was it Date or Hate
activity?

- Well, that's private.
- Well, she's dead, Mr. Rossi.

Or maybe your investors
would like the publicity
of a court order.

[ Sighs ]

[ Typing ]

In the last month, she was
matched with 20 potentials.

She hit "Hate" on 14 of them,
"Date" on five.

She never responded to
the last guy-- a Jack Hodgins--
from earlier today.

When did she
last press "Date"?

7:45 p.m. last Friday.

- That was the night
she was murdered.
- Do you have a name?

Owen Smith.
He pressed "Date" too.

I don't believe it.
There's no way Meriel
was cheating on me.

- You're sure?
- We were engaged, Agent Booth.

Would you want someone
to tell you if your
girlfriend was cheating?

Or do you favor denial?

No. I mean, I'd know
if Daisy were cheating on me,
Dr. Brennan.

I'm trained to recognize
the subtleties
of human behavior,

so moot point.

[ Booth ]
I think you found out
she was cheating.

I mean, she wasn't
really discreet.

Using her cell phone
to, uh, meet other guys.

It's understandable
that you snapped.

Are you sure about this list?

Yeah.

That's what makes it
so understandable.

- Where were you the night
that she disappeared?
- Dance class.

Genie told me how important
that first dance was to Meriel,

and I just wanted
to be perfect for her.

In our sessions, you put
a high premium on honesty,
don't you, Dr. Sweets?

Of course.
Do you think he's lying?

Uh, no.

I'm talking
about you and Daisy.

She's engaged
to be married,

and she's sleeping with you
behind her fiancé's back.

What? No.

You're wrong, Dr. Brennan.
That can't be. You're wrong.

Obviously you can't read all
the psychological subtleties
that you think you can.

Booth and I saw her trying
on her wedding dress
with her fiancé.

He hugged her
and twirled her around
in the air.

[ Exhales ]
That's impossible,
Dr. Brennan.

I would've known.This is denial, right?

No. I mean--

Oh, God.

Booth felt that I shouldn't
tell you, that it was
none of our business.

But I think that now you can
make an informed decision.

Either share Miss Wick,
or move on.

[ Gasping ]

Um--

I'm sorry. Uh--

C-Could you excuse me
for a moment?

I need-- I need
a minute to myself.

Sure. Booth is finished
anyway, so--

I found fractures on the piece
of the cranium inconsistent with
the compression from the baler.

Stop. That's a good one.
Dr. Brennan thought
we might be able...

to find the cause
of the fracture by reexamining
photos of the tissue.

Isolate her head full frame.

I don't see anything, guys.

We're not looking
on the surface.
We're looking beneath it.

Okay. Well, I need to
enhance the details.

I can shower the image with
various wavelengths of light.

Next I apply
the filter software.

Finally,
I blacken the blacks,

maximize contrast
and sharpen the focus.

- Perimortem bruising.
- That's a tire tread.

She was run over by a car.

Seems like
our victim was flattened
before she was flattened.

Hi.

So, her fiancé's alibi
checks out.

He was dancing
the night away.

I told Sweets
about Daisy.

Bones, why?

I felt like I was lying to him
by keeping it to myself.

Well, how about the others?Huh? The others?
He was dating other people?

No. The other suspects
in Meriel's murder.

What about Owen Smith? The Bureau is doing
a background check.

Smith, he was using
a disposable phone...

and his e-mail accounts
were canceled.

According to Kurtis,
it's a common M.O.
for married men...

to get a little
somethin'-somethin'
on the side.

Why'd you have to tell Sweets?
He's gonna come in here.
He's gonna cry and stuff.

Excuse me.

Oh, God.

- Um, you have a minute?
- Of course.

I was talking to Agent Booth.
I'd like a minute alone.

Sure.

Well, I'll get right to it.
Uh--

Dr. Brennan told me that Daisy
is engaged to another man.

I'm sorry, Sweets. I--

It's okay. It's okay.

Dr. Brennan was being honest.
I appreciate it.

No, you don't. Come on.

I don't! I don't!
I feel like an idiot!Yeah, yeah. Have a seat.

Come on.Daisy--

She's been canceling on me
all the time lately,

like yoga the other day.

And, you know, recently,

at night
when she's over,

the frequency of our--

our intimate relations--

She says that she's been tired
because of her dissertation.

- I get it.
- It was right in front of me.

Right in front of me
all along.

[ Exhales ]
I'm a failure...

as a lover
and a psychologist.

No, no, it's not true.
Sweets, these things,
they happen.

Okay. What should I do?

I don't have many
manly-man friends like you
that I can talk to.

What would a guyguy do
in this situation?

Are you asking me
if you should fight for her?

You think I should?

If you were your own patient,
what kind of advice would you
give yourself?

Impressive.
Turn the question
back on me.

It's a classic
therapeutic technique,

and it's really,
really annoying.

- Did it work?
- Yeah. I should confront her.

I should be candid.
You're right.

You're right.
It's the only way.

- Thank you.
- Any time.

That was very helpful.Session's over.

[ Chuckles ]
Um--

Hey, you think
maybe we could hug?

Like men, of course.
It'd be comforting for me--No.

under the-- No?No. I don't hug things out.

You know, we just kind of--
good slug in the arm.

It's more
of a manly thing to do.

Okay.Okay.

Sure.Okay?

Could you do it again?Sure.

- Ha-ha! Want more?
- No.

- Okay. See ya.
- Thank you.

[ Mouths Word ]

Wendell's data suggests
that she was struck
by an S.U.V.

The patella fractures
are several centimeters higher
than a standard car bumper.

You didn't find any incise
wounds with glass or paint,
did you?

No. Why?Hmm.

I'm just confirming
that the victim didn't
wrap around the hood.

Which means that
her center of gravity
thrust her backwards.

Something like this.

Hey, uh, whatever happened
to your online dating thing?

I didn't have the time
to properly sort through
all the potential matches.

You thinking
of trying it?

I think Sweets
should sign up.

Did you really tell Sweets
that Daisy was cheating on him?

Everyone seems to think that
I've done something terrible.
I didn't want to lie.

- In this case, it was
definitely the way to go.
- Okay, ladies.

It's ready.

[ Gasps ]Ooh.

In newer-model S.U.V.'s,
the grill protrudes almost
as far as the bumper.

It's like being hit
by a battering ram.

I thought you said you found
tire treads on her head.

No, I'm not finished.

Assuming this
was done on purpose,

the driver backed up to see
where his victim had landed,

and then he gunned it.

The multidirectional
fractures on the skull...

are consistent with a tire's
downward vertical force.

The killer ran her down
and then made sure she was dead
by running her over again.

That is much worse than anything
I might've done to Sweets.

I'll call Booth.

- Excuse me, Dr. Hodgins.
- Yeah?

I wanted to tell you that I'm
going to the Founding Fathers
for a drink tonight...

with some friends.

Girlfriends.Girlfriends?

I've got a bunch
of friends who are girls,
and we hang out like we're guys.

It's not as confusing
as it sounds.

Most of them are single.Oh.

Trying to fix me up
there, Wendell?

I'm offering you an opportunity
to meet some great people.

Who have breasts.That they do.

I think they'd like you.You don't really know me.

I grew up on the streets,
Dr. Hodgins.

It doesn't take me long
to get a feel for someone.

First round's on me.

Booth got the name
of the victim's
drinking partner...

from the bartender
at the Champagne Lounge.

Joe Fillion.
He works in this building.

Oh, there's another S.U.V.
D.C. plates F793A4.

Those plates are registered
to Joe Fillion.

So this guy ran her down,
then backed up
and ran over her again?

That's a bad date.[ Chuckles ]

Well, these stains
could be blood.

What was the height
of the patella fractures?

Uh, 54 centimeters.

- Undo my necklace.
- Oh.

I need to measure
if the point of impact
matches.

What happened
to your measuring tape?

I don't know.
It's missing.

There was a Post-it note
from the Egyptology department
in its place.

Exactly one and a half
lengths high.

Consistent with
the patella point
of impact.

The victim's skull
was crushed by a tire.

It was the proximate
cause of death, yes.

- The victim
had black hair, right?
- Yes.

I think we found
the murder weapon.

So were you
at the Champagne Lounge
to meet women in general...

or Meriel in particular?

No. I was meeting Meriel.
Look, there's no secret.
Her friend Genie knew.

I wanted to get
my engagement ring back.

You were engaged?Yeah. She broke it off
when she met that Mike guy.

- The ring was my grandmother's.
- Did she give the ring back?

No. She sold it to pay
for her wedding.

[ Scoffs ]

She sold
your grandmother's ring?

Are you kidding me?
That's only the half of it.

When we were talking,
her cell phone rang.

It was one of those
Date or Hate match thingies.

And Meriel presses "Date."

Oh!I mean, can you believe that?

She's screwing over
her new fiancé too. Wow.

- That must've
made you mad, Joe.
- Oh, yeah!

Oh, c-- Oh, come on.
Look, you're not gonna
blame me for this.

All right, no. Look.
She is not gonna screw me again! [ Phone Ringing ]

Whoa. Look at that.
That is the lab calling.

They tore apart your S.U.V.
Anything you want to tell me
before I pick this up?

Yeah.

I want a lawyer.

Well, you know, he didn't do it,
at least not with that vehicle.

What about the hair
and the blood?

Uh, he hit a dog
last week.

And when he talked about it,
he burst out into tears,
you know?

He was more upset about that
than he was about Meriel.

Well, she lied to him,
and he hates her for it.

Cam thinks that I should've
deceived Sweets too.

You know, I don't understand.
Our lives are devoted
to the pursuit of truth.

You can't go around telling
everybody what's on your mind
even though it's the truth.

What if you and I
were going out, right?

And you were, you know,
taking forever to get ready,

and you came out
in this dress, and I told you
I didn't like it.

What are you gonna do?I'd reevaluate, change
or ignore you.

Of course you would, Bones.
Good answer.

These are the guys
that Meriel met
on that Date or Hate.

We're looking
for Owen Smith.

Here he is.
Owen Smith.

- Hmm. He looks weird.
- Why? The guy looks perfect.

I know. That's what's weird.
He doesn't look real, right?

He seems too young for
plastic surgery, but these
wide, flaring cheekbones--

There's no way that they could
coexist with this nasal bridge.

He is real. Owen Smith,
her final date.

Connected at 7:45
the night she disappeared.

I don't know.

[ Door Opens ]

What's so important,
Lancelot?

You miss me too much?Please sit down, Daisy.

What's wrong?

I've-- I've devoted myself
to this relationship.

I've given you everything--
my heart--

- Are you breaking up with me?
- I love you.

But I can no longer--You are breaking up with me!

- Tears will have
no impact on me, Daisy!
- Why? What have I done?

You're engaged to someone else,
for God's sakes.

I'm not gonna be your boy toy
because you have a dysfunctional
relationship with your fiancé!

- What?
- All those classes
that you go to. I--

You probably don't even
take yoga, do you?

If I wasn't taking yoga,
how could I do a shirshasena?

What about
the wedding dress?

Booth and Brennan saw you
trying it on at the bridal shop,

cavorting with your fiancé!

Baby, my cousin
is out of town.

Bertolino's was having
their annual sale.
We're the same size.

It was 50% off.
One day only.

Okay. And that man
you were with?

Her fiancé, not mine.

I love my Lancelot.

Oh, my God.

I was so jealous.
How could I have doubted you?

Well, we're both
beautiful people, Lance.

I mean, we're bound to
get jealous sometimes.

I wish we could run home
together right now.

I can't wait that long.

I can't believe
I didn't see that before.See what?

What are we looking for?Okay.

Owen is a composite
of these four other dates.

Look. He has Graham Mouw's chin,
Mel Jensen's eyes,

Frank Henley's mouth
and Mickey Jasper's nose
and cheekbones.

Someone created the perfect man
in order to meet our victim.

Someone who had access
to all these photos.

That's insane. Why would
I create a fake persona
just to meet some girl?

Because your facial
morphology's subpar.

Your supraorbital torus
is too high and thick.

You lack
a mental eminence.

- Bones, he gets the picture.
- This is crazy.

We checked with the D.M.V.
We know that you drive
a sport utility vehicle.

See, the forensics team
is examining your S.U.V.
right now.

It was an accident.

Hitting her once
might have been an accident,

but running over her twice
seems very deliberate.

She said she wanted a funny,
smart, successful guy.

That's me.

I just wanted a chance. Really?

And you thought she'd overlook
the fake photo that you
put in there too, huh?

All these beautiful women
on my service, but...

none of them
will look at me.

I'm better than half
the losers that sign up.

- She laughed you off,
and you followed her?
- No.

I was driving down the alley
on my way home.

She was having a smoke.
I rolled down my window
to talk-- just talk.

And she gave me the finger
and walked away.

- And you ran her down.
- Twice.

I don't know what happened.

I'm a nice guy.
I'm smart.

I'm just what she asked for.

♪♪ [ Ballad ]

[ Woman ]
♪ Oh, my love ♪

♪ Won't you stop your crying ♪

♪ Sunlight's bringing rainbows
to your tears ♪

[ Cell Phone Ringing ] ♪ Cotton swaying fields ♪

♪ Are the pillars
of your sadness ♪

♪ The daylight dries
the rusted leaves ♪

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

♪ You wake up
It's a dream ♪

♪ And it's a bright
sunny morning ♪

♪ Each day a new beginning ♪

♪ Well, it's all
comin' back now ♪

♪ Sail across the ocean ♪

♪ The ocean deep and wide ♪

♪ The storm will bring you
to the other side ♪

♪ Freedom, my love ♪

♪ Is a double-sided coin ♪

♪ What have you done
to earn your keep ♪

♪ It's no longer a dream ♪♪

[ Knocking ]What?

Booth, it's Bones.Yeah.

Hi!Hey.

I should've called.No. Come on in.

You kidding me?

I saw Sweets and Daisy,
and I was wrong.

She wasn't cheating
on him.That's a good thing, right?

Well, I wanted
to spare him pain,
but all I did was cause it.

- You meant well.
- I made him so jealous I almost
ruined their relationship.

I should've listened to you.Maybe next time you will.

Hey. I was just gonna go out
and grab a bite to eat.

- Some Chinese, maybe some--
- I'd rather drink.

- Do you want one?
- Yeah. We could do that.

My good bottle of scotch.
[ Clears Throat ]

Uh-- Bottoms up, Bones.

You know, intellectually,
I know that jealousy is absurd.

But I see that
it's real for people.

I even experience it myself.

So... who are you
jealous of?

Angela, Hodgins,

Cam, you.

Why?

'Cause you all want to lose
yourself in another person.

You believe that love
is transcendent and eternal.

I want to believe that too.

Hey. You will.

I promise.

Someday you will.

You will someday, okay?

You will.

What's that mean?