All language subtitles for Bones S04E07 The Skull in the Sculpture

My dad thinks I'm selfish,

so I want to steal him some spare parts
for his birthday.

You're a good son, man.

Hey, dude. I'm not moving.

Dude, your jacket is caught
on the barbwire.

Bounce around a little bit
and you'll come loose.

That worked great.

So what kind of car does he have?

Old one. Toyota FJ40.

He loves that thing more than me,
that's for sure.

Check it out!

Oh, wow. Can you imagine
if I gave him that gold side mirror?

I could glue it on his truck.

Gotta be gentle. It's coming.

The car's bleeding.

There's something back there.

Okay, look. Just to be clear,
I asked you out for a drink to talk,

not because I'm desperate
for male company.

You think of me as male company?

Can I get you anything?

Vodka up, please.

And my grandson here will have another
of whatever that is.

Sidecar. But, no, I'm fine. Okay, one more.
One more. I'm cabbing it.

You just got divorced
and broke up with your fianc�.

It's totally understandable
that you don't feel like sex.

- I feel like sex.
- Oh.

Sex is what I feel like.

Now, I could jump Hodgins, but it
doesn't seem fair somehow. You agree?

Well, what matters
is that it doesn't seem fair to you.

I hate it when shrinks do that.

Look, I've been alone now for quite a while.
Which is not like me.

Yeah. Well, when we open ourselves
emotionally and get hurt,

we're reluctant to allow ourselves
to be that vulnerable again.

- It's been, like, six weeks.
- That's a...

- Long time.
- Yes, of course it is.

The longest I've gone without
since I lost my virginity. At age 16.

- Mmm.
- Which is the normal age.

Sometimes older's just fine, too.

I'm not promiscuous, Sweets.
I don't sleep with just anybody.

I do require an emotional connection.

Spiritual, actually.

It's spiritual to me. And fun, of course.
Who doesn't like sex, right?

Hey... Didn't we order these drinks
a long time ago?

You're right.

- About what?
- I have been protecting myself.

Without the risk of pain, there can be
no possibility of pleasure or joy or love.

Yes, yes! And regaining that willingness
to take a risk, that can take time.

- No.
- No?

I am done protecting myself.
I'm ready to move on.

- You're good.
- Hey.

- Here you go.
- You really are.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, no problem.

To love, huh? And joy.

And sex!

Looks like someone with a crooked nose
was trying to get rid of our friend here.

There's no way to know that the killer
had a crooked nose.

Do you mean the mob? It was a mob hit.

He clearly wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

We're gonna need the Jaws of Life
to pry this guy out of here.

No. That could compromise the remains.

It seems that any viable examination
pre-extraction is impossible.

Unless somebody has x-ray vision.

I meant to warn you
that Miss Wick came up in the rotation.

This time you'll be glad I'm here,
Dr. Brennan. I promise.

The height of the nasal root
points to a Caucasian.

The large brow ridges suggest a male.

We need cause of death.

Of the Caucasian male?

What can be seen of
the temporal zygomatic and frontal bones

indicates that they're
in multiple fragments,

possibly from the crushing of the car.

We have access to blood and fluids.
I'll run a tox screen.

Booth is checking the records
at the junkyard to see

who brought in the car
and when it was processed.

I'll use an endoscope
to retrieve any particulates

without disturbing the remains.

Brennan?

Hey, have you been seeing anybody?

Listen, I don't want to be rude,

but I just don't think
that's any of your business.

I haven't.

Me, either.

- But I'm gonna start.
- Right. Yeah. Me, too.

- I mean, like, right away.
- Sweets agrees that it's time.

Sweets?

We shouldn't fear
putting our hearts out there.

- Sweets.
- That's so beautiful.

And so inappropriate
over a decomposing body.

Booth found out who delivered the car
to the junkyard for crushing.

Invoice was made out to B&B Enterprises.

This was the sixth car that was crushed
and sent back to this address.

So you think there might be
five more bodies?

Well, you know what?
If this is mob-related

and we bring down the big boys...

- Yeah?
...we will sell the movie rights

for a fortune!

- But what if it's not the mob?
- Come on, do the math, Bones.

Well, the math wouldn't indicate motive
or identify a suspect.

And you haven't even provided
enough variables...

It's a figure of speech, Bones, all right?
Here we are.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What goes first?

Gun goes first.

That's right.

- What if you get shot?
- Don't say things like that.

You're gonna jinx me, all right?

Well, if you're relying on superstition
for safety, perhaps I should carry the gun.

No, you are definitely not carrying a gun.
So give me some space, all right?

Is that legal?

Look, if anybody asks, the door was open.

No, it isn't.

Ah, right.

Okay.

Okay, what the hell
are you supposed to be?

- Booth?
- What?

- Look at this.
- What is it?

Blood.

The artist did a series of six sculptures
over the past two years.

Sculptures? Whoa. These things are going
for hundreds and thousands of dollars.

All cultures put a great value on art.

Yeah, art.
A nice bowl of fruit, dogs playing poker.

If I sold all the crap that was in my garage,
I could retire.

I'd make a fortune.

Geoffrey's work is a brilliant examination

of consumerism
and the destruction of the soul.

I see twisted metal.

Well, you need to look
beneath the surface.

We did. And we found a dead body.

Which is exactly why
you're not going anywhere.

- Agent Booth?
- Yeah?

The luminol is showing evidence
of blood all over the floor.

- Of course it is.
- Excuse me?

- Kiko was here.
- Kiko?

Kiko the performance artist. Pigs blood
is an integral and crucial part of her work.

Is that even legal?

Well, we'll decide what's pig
and what isn't.

- Pull some samples.
- Okay.

- I've already called my lawyer.
- That's great.

Tell him to meet you
down at the FBI offices.

I didn't call him for me.

You see how much these works are worth.
You are liable for any damages.

Damage?

They're crushed cars.

They're wrecks.

Fortunately, your ignorance and lack
of appreciation of Geoffrey's work

don't affect its value.

Okay. All right, guys.
Careful handling the junk.

Apparently it is art. All right?

Uh, perhaps I could help? I'm Roxie Lyon,
Geoffrey Thorne's assistant.

Does the artist make a habit
of encasing corpses within his sculptures?

- Excuse me?
- Well, we found one of these crushed cars

and traced it back here to this address.

We've done the best we can
without ripping one of these things apart.

No accordion dead bodies?

The cadaver dogs can identify
human blood. They didn't find any.

Oh, my God.

- Helen?
- Yes?

Do you think
Geoffrey might've actually done it?

No. That was all
just depressed artist talk, Roxie.

You should know that.
You're a depressed artist yourself.

Hello. Do you want to explain this to me?

Uh, recently Geoffrey's been talking
about finding a way

to make himself part of the art.

Do you mean literally?

The ultimate artistic act.

Geoffrey was depressed.

And he said he felt like he reached
his limit as an artist.

We'd like to show you a picture
of the remains, only if you're up for it.

I suggest you don't look at the person,

but rather this distinct ring.

That's Geoffrey.

I know that ring. I designed it myself.
It's Geoffrey.

Bravo, Geoffrey.

You are an extremely unlikable woman.

Mr. Thorne have any enemies?

Why? It's obvious he did this himself.

To you, perhaps.
But we actually require evidence.

Anton Deluca.

He's an artist and a rival of Geoffrey's.

They had a pretty big argument here
the other night.

- About what?
- What all artists argue about. Money.

- You know what this is?
- The Jaws of Life.

23,000 pounds per square inch
of raw prying power.

You really want to be
the one to use that, don't you?

- It's not displaced sexual frustration.
- Of course not.

I am totally cool if Angela wants
to date already. Or, I mean, again.

Right. You do know the point is to remove
the human remains from inside the car

with minimal disruption of the evidence?

Though these tox results
are suggesting suicide.

You got these from the tissue samples?

Mostly skin, some brain matter.

Clonazepam, lamotrigine, quetiapine,
venlafaxine, hydrocodone,

oxycodone and codeine.

Wow! Anti-anxiety drugs,

mood stabilizers, anti-psychotics,
anti-depressants, and painkillers.

He was under psychiatric care.

He even spent a week
in the psych ward last March.

So our victim could very well have been
dead from an overdose

before he was crushed.

Can't tell for sure.
Long-time abusers build up a tolerance.

So this could've been
a typical Wednesday night for the guy.

Best way to find out
is to crack her open, baby!

I didn't mean "baby."

Carefully, Dr. Hodgins.

It's like removing a baby bird from an egg.

Stand back, ladies.
This is about to get medieval.

Ah-ah-ah-ah!

Sorry, ch�rie.

Apparently this is an historic piece of art.

It's a hard car shell
with a gooey corpse filling.

I've already collected textile, tissue,
and bone samples.

That was before I got here.

Here on in, this is an historic piece of art.

These fine people persuaded a judge
of that and got a temporary injunction.

Oh, this sucks!

Roxie?

Angie?

Roxie.

- Oh, my God.
- Hi.

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

Those two are old friends from college,
if that's the same Roxie.

Luckily, I took the initiative and got
those samples before the injunction.

- Injunction?
- This heap is considered art.

Well, it's gorgeous.
Where does this leave our investigation?

You can still examine it.
You just can't disrupt it in any way.

Don't worry. This is only temporary.

We'll see how artistic people are feeling
when it starts stinking.

Just don't scratch it.

Don't scratch the crushed automobile
which encases a rotting dead body?

Good. We understand each other.

Geoffrey Thorne dead?

This is a great day for the art world.

Yeah, well, last time you were
seen together, you were arguing.

Well, we never saw each other
without arguing. So...

You disliked Geoffrey Thorne?

Well, let's just say
between his work and his guts,

I don't know which I hated more.

Yeah, well, artistically speaking,
crushing him up in his own work,

that would be very symbolic.

Is that what happened?
That's hilarious.

He crushed himself inside
of one of his stupid car sculptures?

An exhibitionist right to the bitter end.

- How po-mo.
- "Po-mo"?

"Post-modern."

Let me tell you,

Geoffrey's hermetic aestheticism
was choked with tawdry pastiche.

He had plastic intentions
and weak enterprise.

All right.
Someone I understand less than you.

This is asymmetrical
and yet still pleasing to the eye.

Okay, I take that back.
Why don't you just say it's pretty?

I don't do pretty.

Okay. Simmer down there, Picasso.
You get a compliment, you be polite.

- Yeah, I don't do polite, either.
- Maybe that's why you're broke.

Who gave you my name? Was it that
kabuki ghoul, Helen Bridenbecker?

Shouldn't you be trying harder
to look innocent?

Yeah. How long have you and Thorne
hated each other?

You can write down
since before the big bang.

No. There was no before, before
the big bang. Because time didn't exist.

If there are no organizing properties...

Okay. Bones, I'm just gonna write down,
"It's been a while." All right?

- So, why were you arguing at the gallery?
- What we heard, it was about money.

Well, I might've said he was a sellout.

Usually do. But I didn't think to kill him.
Now it's too late, right?

Well, if you didn't kill him, then who did?

Well, I'd look at his girlfriend if I were you.

- No one has mentioned a girlfriend.
- Roxie. His "assistant."

He said he was gonna leave
all his money to her.

I mean, this is kind of basic stuff
you guys should know, right?

Did you have, like, buckets of coffee
this morning? You're very shaky.

Could you take a step back, please?

A little more. Just a little more.
Like tip-toeing mice.

Oh! Rats!

Do you want me to try?

Let me try. I'm very dexterous.

You won't be sorry.

I was going to say that I had an accident
over here. But I don't like lying.

You dumped a bucket full of domestic
beetles onto this work of art.

They'll strip the flesh off our victim
in no time.

Within 30 hours.

Am I fired?

Au contraire. Remind me of this moment
around Christmas bonus time.

- I'm in!
- Good work, Miss Wick.

Well, we could've been here hours ago

if Dr. Saroyan would have given me
the endoscope sooner.

Thanks for mentioning that.

There's too much flesh to really get
an idea of the bone damage.

30 hours.

I was Geoffrey Thorne's assistant
for almost four years.

Okay, I suggest you start
with the mundane

and then work yourself up
to the sexual stuff.

So did you have a sexual relationship
with your boss?

Okay, that's the total opposite
of my suggestion.

No. No.

So what was the nature
of your relationship?

I assisted Geoffrey.
I handled the details of his day-to-day life.

Are you sure it's Geoffrey?

Prevaricate. Keep her guessing.

Yes. We're positive.

Why am I here?

As his personal assistant,
did you get him his drugs?

If you mean his prescriptions, then yes.

I picked them up for him
and I reminded him to take them.

Ask her if Thorne was clinically depressed.

He was depressed, right?

Yes. He was suicidal. Seeing a shrink.

That's why you're here.

Because you think Geoffrey
took an overdose?

Look, if he had killed himself, I mean,
wouldn't he have left a suicide note?

Yeah. I would think that he would've
left me a message.

Look, if you weren't sleeping with Thorne,

then why did he name you
the sole beneficiary of his estate?

Geoffrey's will?

Yeah. It's about $1 million. Look at that.

I had no idea that he was gonna do that.

Perhaps jealousy is her motive
for killing Thorne?

Why else would she deny
sleeping with him?

I don't think so.

I swear.

No. There was another reason
why you weren't sleeping with Thorne.

Isn't that right, Roxie?

Angela told you, didn't she?

What? Told us what?

Why don't you tell me?

I'm gay. I'm a lesbian. I've never been
with a man in my life and I never will.

Oh, that changes everything.

So, according to his will, Roxie stands
to inherit Thorne's entire estate.

She said they were close.

Well, people usually leave money like that
to a wife or a lover.

- I don't think so.
- Because?

Because Roxie's an old friend.
And she'd have told me.

- Well, she says she's a lesbian.
- Delicacy, Bones.

What? It's not an affliction, Booth.

Yes. Roxie is gay.
At least she was when we were together.

In school?

Yes.

Oh, you heard rumors?

No, I have firsthand knowledge.

Oh, you walked in on her. That's awkward.

No, we were together, for over a year.

- Wow. You and Roxie?
- Do you have a problem with that?

No! I was just processing
the information there. That's all.

And in doing so, I was envisioning you
and her, you know, together in the...

Well, not... Well, together. But... Really?

Women tend not to be as rigid
in their sexual identities as men.

Weren't we talking about murder here?

Well, did she ever show
any interest in men?

No. And she would never kill anybody.

You haven't been close in a long time.

She hasn't changed.

Except that now she's rich.

Yeah. And before Thorne was killed,
she wasn't rich.

Roxie never cared about money.
I thought that you didn't speculate?

That doesn't preclude pursuing
a logical line of inquiry.

We still don't even know
that it was murder.

Thorne wrote about the need
to become one with his work.

He was ill. The logical signs
point to suicide, don't they?

Okay, you're right, Ange. We're sorry.
We didn't mean to upset you.

I have work to do. Okay?

Here's the C2 axis. A little further,

the C1 atlas.
We're almost to the cranium.

Nice. Now maybe you'll be able
to rescue the princess.

That's funny. Everyone here is so nice.

You know, I think I may have initially
come off as a bit too needy.

My family was pretty dysfunctional.
So I tend to want a work environment

to fulfill certain needs.

Perhaps some therapy might help.

What a thoughtful suggestion.
I always wanted a sister.

Dr. Brennan.

Miss Wick and I were just observing
the handiwork of your beetles.

They did a beautiful job of cleaning
the bones,

but half the remains
are still obscured by the metal.

The victim's right iliac crest
shows a simple fracture.

I also found micro-fractures extending
from his right ribs,

five through 10,
down his right greater trochanter.

Very good.

Really? And they were really small.

Micro-fractures are, by definition, small.

What does this damage indicate?

A test. Okay.
The damage is inconclusive.

Um, the fractures could easily be explained
by the crushing of the car.

But some could be
the result of an attack or a fall.

I agree.

She agrees.

Victim's clothing shows traces of calcium
oxide, ferric oxide, and magnesium oxide.

Now, it wasn't found on the car seats
or the carpet,

just pressed into the fabric of his shirt,
front and back.

From what?

Could be from stone if he was sculpting.

Could be was lying on gravel.
Or about 100 other things.

We can't say without getting further
access to the interior of the car.

Which access you were expressly denied
by a federal judge.

A federal judge who turned red
and then blue

and then some other color
I have never seen before

when he heard that flesh-eating beetles
had somehow

infested said work of art.

Domestic beetles were not
specifically forbidden on the injunction.

I don't suppose "spirit of the law"
means anything to you?

That little kabuki lady started screaming
like you peed on the Mona Lisa

that you compromised
the integrity of the piece.

That little stunt turned good opinion
from the judge against us.

- How long have we got?
- Two days to find evidence of foul play.

And after that?

The question goes to the court

and we grow old
and die before a decision is made.

And if there is a murderer,
that murderer walks around free.

Ideas?

I will think about it
until my head explodes.

This one's a keeper.

Geoffrey let me use part of his studio.

Roxie, these are wonderful.

Thanks, Angie.

What does Helen say?

We're talking about an exhibition.

That's great. When was your last show?

Eight years ago, when we were together.

I don't know, is it too sappy to say
that you were my muse?

Or perhaps my entire source
of self-confidence as an artist?

Your people think I killed Geoffrey.

I can't talk to you about
an ongoing murder investigation.

If you can't prove it was a suicide,

I'm gonna spend the rest of my life
being Geoffrey Thorne's murderer.

That could jack up
the price of your work, right?

Sorry.

Roxie.

Yeah. That's actually the first piece
that caught Helen's eye.

She wanted to buy it from me for herself.

Why didn't you sell this?

Some things aren't for sale.

I remember sitting for this.

Happiest time of my life.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. I have to go.

Why?

I know how to prove that Geoffrey Thorne
committed suicide.

This type of device can be used
to scan box cars, shipping containers,

anything metal
where items can be hidden.

Amazing it is,
this machine you have.

Star Wars?

Youth doesn't excuse everything,
Miss Wick.

So, you're feeding the scans
into the Angelator?

Every crease and fold, yeah.

We have less than 40 hours, you know?

We're well aware of the time.
We don't need a countdown.

Then I'll recalibrate and get
a digital rendering of the bones inside,

which I can enhance.

You found out how to show
what bone damage

came from the actual crushing of the car.

Factoring in the pounds per square inch
of force exerted by the car crusher.

Oh, I hope you've included the car's frame

and the tensile strength
of the victim's skeletal structure.

I'll make a note.

Well, I programmed my phone
to get the five-day forecast.

Okay, take a look at this.

Here we have our car, right?

It had a low carbon steel frame
with a yield strength of 22,450 psi.

So, since I know the hydraulic crusher
imparts 163 tons of force,

first horizontally,
then at a 32-degree curling motion,

I was able to verify
the source of every single ripple

on the surface of the crushed car.

Which then gave me the data
to play the crushing backwards.

How'd you do that?

Well, Daisy provided me with

the approximate tensile strength
of each of Geoffrey's bones.

Plugged in the bone fragments'
final positions and based on those,

correlated each injury as the body was
moved through the car as it was crushed.

God. I really hope that guy didn't know
what was happening to him.

His bones sustained 88 fractures,
all of which can be explained

by the crushing in the car.

- Suicide.
- Most likely. Yeah.

What's that?

Um...

This run included the last of the data.

Oh, no.

What?

There's an 89th fracture.

The fracture there on his occipital, it
was not caused by the car being crushed.

What caused it?

I need to examine the skull.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.
I wanted to prove it wasn't murder.

But it is. The 89th fracture proves
that Geoffrey Thorne was murdered.

Okay, I got the injunction removed.

You are free to crack open the car,

and remove the remains.

Thanks, Caroline. You are da bomb.

- Why is she a bomb?
- No, "da bomb."

What changed? It was
a million-dollar piece of art yesterday,

and today it's a piece of junk.

Ch�rie, you proved murder.

That changed it from a work of art
into a crime scene.

This is crazy. I don't understand. And
I'm not used to not understanding things.

Legally speaking, all that matters
is that it's a crime scene.

Isn't that right, Caroline?

That's right. Get in there
and solve the murder just like always.

- That I understand.
- Thanks.

Stand back. I am going in.

Careful.

Okay. Now what we want to do here
is remove the skull,

very carefully.

Carefully...

Oh, my...

I can't believe you did that.

Bummer.

Usually when you say "we,"
you mean "me."

I'm so sorry. I'll put it together.
I will stay up all night.

I'll do it.

Well, I will assist you every step
of the way. I will not leave your side.

I would prefer to do it alone.

- Am I under arrest?
- No.

You're one of the good guys, all right?

Look up Anton Deluca
on the FBI database.

That's Geoffrey Thorne's big rival, huh?

What, he's a forger?

You gotta be kidding me.
Under the alias of Lucas Danton?

I mean, this guy really loves himself.

Yeah. Two years in prison.
Forging Francis Bacon, Lucien Freud.

Must be pretty good.

All right. So I got a dead artist
and a forger who hates him.

That's gotta cheer you up. I mean,
your friend is no longer our prime suspect.

- Thanks, Booth.
- Ha-ha!

Any time.

- So does it freak you out?
- What?

You know, that Roxie and I were a couple?

No. I mean, come on,
you had feelings for somebody.

- I'm surprised.
- Why?

Because you think
I'm some kind of lunkhead cop.

- No, I just... I...
- All right... Look,

my aunt Ruth had a roommate. Okay?
She was my favorite aunt.

She and Frannie, they'd take me
to the ballpark, to the movies.

And I heard talk when I was a kid.
Beat up my friend Pete because of it.

Then found out it was true.

- And?
- I already said she was my favorite Aunt.

And, Frannie, well, you know, she had
box seats for the Phillies games.

I mean, come on, it doesn't get any better
than that, right?

Right.

So you and Roxie, hey,
you know what I mean?

Yeah. Yeah.

So you brought me along.

- What can I do to help you?
- I want you to be an artist, okay?

And keep me from looking like an idiot.

I'm not positive I can do both.

So we subpoenaed your bank records,
and you're not exactly a starving artist.

- Where'd you get the money?
- Hey, Booth?

Yeah?

The brush strokes on this painting

match the brush strokes
on Thorne's car sculptures.

Hmm. So you were forging Thorne's work.

That's why you two were arguing.

I didn't say these brush strokes
are like the ones on the car sculptures.

I'm saying
that they're the same brush strokes.

You have a good eye.

Brush strokes are like fingerprints.

You can't fake them.

Deluca here is the guy who painted
Geoffrey Thorne's car sculptures.

- You're positive?
- I'm positive.

Okay, I can roll with this. You want
recognition for your brilliant work.

Thorne says no. You kill him.

Oh, so good. Cuff him.

- Right.
- What? So Roxie can walk?

Hey, watch it.

A, that work is anything but brilliant.

Painting Thorne's cars was like day job
to subsidize my real art.

And B, why would I kill
my main source of income, you lummox?

Yeah, lummox who's got enough
to hold you for 24 hours, pal.

When this case falls apart
and I get out tomorrow,

you want to grab some dinner
or something?

You're kidding.

I hear the gate swings both ways.
Maybe we can get

a little threesome action.
You, me, hot Roxie. Hey!

Okay, all right.
If you're gonna hit on Angela,

you should do it with a little respect.
Okay? Let's go.

Hey.

Hi.

Is that Geoffrey Thorne?

Yes. Nearly done.

I honestly didn't think it would be murder.

Which makes your conclusions
all the more credible.

Only you would find that comforting.

Booth is questioning Deluca again.
He seems to have a motive.

So there's still a chance
that you're friend is not a murderer.

- Yeah.
- We'll know more

when we identify the murder weapon.

It wasn't Roxie.

- Do you still have feelings for her?
- No.

Booth tells me that sometimes people say
the exact opposite of what they mean.

I do still have feelings for her.

Are you saying the opposite
of what you mean now or before?

We had a very intense relationship
in college.

And she fell in love with me,
way in love with me.

When I broke it off, she was really hurt.

That happens with you. Look at Hodgins.

This was worse than Hodgins. This was,

"I'm gonna run away to Europe and stop
being an artist" hurt.

Oh.

I don't really think that I have the right

to open up that can of worms again
just because some feelings

are rising to the surface.

It's too bad there isn't a way
to experiment with sexuality.

That's how I got into this whole mess
in the first place.

- Well, I meant...
- I know what you meant. I'm just...

Well, on the bright side,
if she did kill Geoffrey Thorne,

you won't have to think about any of that.

Thanks, Brennan.

How long is it gonna take you
to identify the weapon?

I can do it right now.
I've seen this injury many times.

I'm almost certain that the death blow
came from a common fire ax.

There's also limestone
and silicone oxide on his clothes.

Mix them all together and, poof,

we got a match with the concrete floor
at the gallery.

Well, it turns out that not all the blood
on the floor of the gallery

came from that performance with the pig.

- This is human.
- Is any of it Thorne's?

Someone worked very hard to clean it up.
It's making things difficult.

First, you destroyed Geoffrey's finest work

and now you are destroying my business.

Yeah? Well, you know what else got
destroyed? Geoffrey Thorne.

My grief and my business
are two separate things, Agent Booth.

- Sir, look at this.
- Is that my fire ax?

- Yes.
- Booth?

- Yeah?
- Cam said there was human blood

mixed in with the pig's.

I think we found it.
There are definite blood stains here.

But they're underneath a layer
of what we think is turpentine.

- Could I borrow your lighter?
- Why do you want my lighter?

- Just...
- Sure, here. Okay,

so what do we know about that?

Not much. I doubt we'll be able to
identify the bleeder.

Whoa!

Jeez! Hey, Bones,
you know you almost lit my butt on fire?

Well, notice the flames leapt
from the center of the room

toward the loading dock.

Wait. So you're saying that Thorne was
killed here and then dragged there.

Can we get the UV lights
over here, please?

Not dragged, Booth.

Rolled.

I gotta tell you that was
a great trick there, Bones.

Yeah. Remove the turpentine,
reveal the blood soaked into the concrete.

The blood stains show up
approximately every 35 centimeters.

That would explain why Hodgins
found the cement particles

on the front and the back of the clothing.

Yeah. But why rolled instead of dragged?

Thorne was a big guy.

Okay, whoever killed him, could not pick
him up and carry him to the loading dock

and put him in the car. They had to
roll him. You understand? Roll.

Excuse me, tiny little woman.

- Yes?
- Can you account for your whereabouts

the night that Geoffrey Thorne was killed?

Yes, I was at home. I was reading...

That was a lie. I was watching
The Real Housewives of Orange County.

I find it a brilliant
post-modern performance piece.

So, no alibi?

Geoffrey's work was selling.
I was making money.

Why would I kill the golden goose?
I wasn't going to inherit anything.

Not like Roxie.

It all seems to come back to Roxie.

Angela is not gonna like that.

It's exactly the same situation
as the last time we were sitting here,

except, you know, you're quieter.

No, that was about Hodgins.
This is about Roxie.

You want to have sex with Roxie?

What was that about quieter?

I'm sorry. I'm not certain that you're
being guided by your brain, that's all.

Need can be confused with love.

Fantasy can convince us
that what we're feeling is love.

So you're saying that this is all a rebound?

- Yeah.
- No.

You don't understand love, Sweets.

I'm not as innocent as you might think.

- You have this bourgeois notion...
- "Bourgeois"?

...that in order for love to be real,
it has to be permanent.

Nothing is permanent. That's just a fact.

We move in and out
of loving other people.

But that doesn't make the love
any less real.

Mmm-hmm. Perhaps you're saying this

because you've never met
the love of your life.

I have, actually. Many times.

Fine. It seems to me that you always
leave yourself an escape hatch

in your relationships,
because you're afraid of commitment.

Nice try. But no.

Actually, I commit to every person I love.

You marry a man and then conveniently
forget that you married him

because you got zonked on kava kava.

That compromises your relationship
with Hodgins, so that ends,

along with the marriage.

Now you say you have
these intense feelings for an ex-lover

whose heart you've already broken.
Don't you see the potential disaster here?

Look, you said that without the possibility
of pain, there can be no joy, no real love.

I said that? That's beautiful.

Look, I don't want to hurt Roxie again.

Then don't! Don't. Put her welfare first.

Let Roxie decide if she's ready
to pursue this relationship.

Okay.

And what if she doesn't?

Then I'm afraid you'll have to
live with that pain.

I used a mass spectrometer during
my summer internship at Johns Hopkins.

I even taught my friend how to use it.

Excellent. Next you should learn
the concept of personal space.

What did you get off the ax?

It was wiped clean
with turpentine.

- No signs of blood.
- And he also checked the handle.

Sodium chloride and odorants.

Sweat. Most likely human.

- What was the eccrine pH?
- Seven.

It was a woman!
What you should have him do next

is match the DNA from the sweat
to Angela's lesbian lover.

See if there's a match.

Do you ever listen to yourself?

Yeah. But it's a good idea, Hodgins.

You might want to prepare Angela.

Dr. Saroyan.

Thank you so much for seeing me.

I didn't agree to see you. How come none
of you people ever book an appointment?

Frankly, it's annoying.

Ah! Annoying.
That's exactly why I'm here. I...

I've done an unofficial, confidential survey
of my people. And...

They find me annoying.

No, it's worse. They hate me.

You know why, don't you? It's 'cause
Dr. Brennan undervalues psychology

and all of you have picked up her vibe.

Now, I know that sounds paranoid...

And the word "vibe" is a little dated.

But it's true.

I'm not here about you being annoying.
It's Daisy Wick.

- Daisy?
- Yes. She's very smart. Very able.

And she has a knack
for turning reasonable people

into flaming gas balls of fury.

- You want me to talk to her?
- No, no. I need your advice

on how to tell Daisy
we can't have her at the lab anymore.

- Oh.
- You know, I'm very comfortable

with incompetence.
But when it's just a matter of personality...

- I'll do it.
- What? Really?

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

Well, as the boss,
it's kind of my job to fire people.

And as a boss, you know that sometimes
it's better to delegate. I'll do it.

Let's just hope she doesn't turn me
into a flaming gas ball of fury.

Well, I'm no psychologist.
But I think you should be flattered

that we all drop in on you
and ask your advice.

Thank you.

Okay. Ready for you to blow up my mind.

Okay. Now first off, I almost missed this,
so don't praise me too much.

Point is, you didn't miss it.

Yeah. But only because Angela
asked for a personal favor,

and I am powerless to resist. Okay.

Now this is the victim's clothing.

And this is the ax handle
of the presumed murder weapon.

As you know, there were
traces of sweat on both of them,

but not the victim's sweat.

Female sweat, yes.

Presumably, the murderer's sweat
on the ax handle

then perspired while rolling
the victim's body to the car.

Yes. Now upon further analysis,
I discovered other traces in the sweat.

Imatinib mesylate,
hydroxyurea... Busulfan?

Do you have any idea where
these chemicals might've come from?

Medicines. Treatments for cancer.

I looked them up. This is treatment
for chronic myelogenous leukemia.

Then Roxie is not our murderer.

You can't necessarily tell if someone
has leukemia from looking at them.

No. But this drug here, busulfan, it
causes highly visible skin discoloration.

Oh, then that is very good for Angela.

Not that we are swayed
by those considerations.

What's that look?

She knows who did it.

I had no reason to kill Geoffrey.

Well, you own several of his art pieces.
We all know that art increases in value

when an artist dies.

Anyone could see that Geoffrey Thorne
wasn't long for this world.

I'm a very patient woman.

Except you're dying, Miss Bridenbecker.

Nonsense.

Would you please remove your makeup.

I will not. I want a lawyer.

Really? Because, you know,
the phone records,

they indicate that you contacted
a cancer clinic in Mexico City,

and we do know that that clinic costs
a small fortune.

If it's any consolation,
it wouldn't have worked.

Their treatment, it's not legitimate.

You don't know that.

I'm afraid I do.

Places like that are set up
to prey on the hopes of people like you.

Geoffrey was going to die anyway.

Anyone could see that. I did him a favor.

I gave him his start.

Geoffrey would much rather have been
remembered as a fully committed artist

than as some common murder victim.

Really? Maybe he preferred to live.

Well... Well, so would I.

I guess none of us get what we want.

Hey, Roxie.

Now what do I do?

Well, you have money
and you have a studio.

I think what you should do
is your own art full time.

That's not what I mean.

Did you ever, even for a second,
think that it was me?

No. Not for a second.

Why?

Because we...

We really knew each other once.

And I don't think
that you've changed much since then.

Have you changed?

Um... I don't... I don't know, Roxie.

I... Maybe I have.

But I'm not... I haven't changed...

How do you think he's gonna do it?

He'll convince her that it's best
for her to move to another job.

What's going on?

Sweets is firing Daisy for us.

We were wondering
what his method will be.

Well, he'll explain to her logically
that this environment is not conducive

for either her or us, and as a scientist,
she'll realize that he's right.

No. Sweets is a lot sneakier than that.

He'll use some kind of
psychological Jedi mind trick

to make her think it was her idea to quit.

I've got some good news
and some bad news.

Which would you like first?

The bad news.

You're toast here.
Nobody wants to work with you.

Why?

You know why, Daisy. There's some things
that you have to work on

when it comes to interpersonal relations.

- Does anybody like me?
- No. I'm afraid not.

Well, what's the good news?

There's absolutely no reason for us to be
discreet about our relationship anymore.

- Really?
- Yeah. Why would you ask me that?

Because I thought we were being discreet

'cause you were a little bit ashamed of me.

I'm totally shocked.

Yeah. They should not be doing that
on the forensic platform.

That's a method of termination
I've never tried.

But bravo, Dr. Sweets.

Whoa. That'll never work.
They're like complete opposites.

I agree. For all her faults,
she's a woman of science.

Sweets bases his life on the vagaries
of psychology and emotion.

You know, there's no common ground.

Right.

You need common ground.
I mean, what else is there?

Absolutely.

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