All language subtitles for Bones S06E09 The Doctor in the Photo

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# Who said I woke up #

# To everyone who's ever met #

# I looked for you at last #

# I don't want anyone else ##

I can't imagine going
from being a woman to being a mom.

When Parker was born,
everything changed in my life- everything.

- Like what?
- Everything.

- Everything means everything.
- Temperance, this is delicious.

The garbanzo palau is in honor
of your time in Afghanistan.

Garbanzos are also very good
for pregnancy.

The B6 will help
with your morning sickness.

Oh, well, I'll let you know
about that tomorrow.

Okay, watch this. Bones, do your thing.

- Here we go.
- Okay.

Pelvic diameter indicates female...

with strong muscle attachments,
suggesting free range.

Hairline fracture to the tibia tarsus...

indicating that she struggled...

as her feet were restrained
prior to her head being severed.

Retch.

Thank you for waiting until after we ate
to show us that trick, Booth.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

Looks like someone
besides this chicken got murdered.

- Booth.
- Brennan.

Woodland is some creepy neighborhood.

Yeah, someone dies
around here, it's 90% gang related.

Is that an actual statistic
or one of your illustrative descriptions?

Definitely the second one.
Definitely the second.

- The tree actually grew through the victim.
- - Oh, ho!

Cornus florida. More commonly
known as the flowering dogwood.

How long does it take for the roots of a tree to grow through a skull?
Hundred years?

Well, the modern zipper
was invented in 1913.

The skeleton is still articulated...

so she hasn't been here
longer than two years.

- She?
- Yes, it's a female.

My turn. The human remains-

one week on the surface equals
about eight weeks in a shallow grave.

I'd estimate three weeks to one year.

Okay, bug boy, you're up.
Find a bug and tell me time of death.

No can do. Carrion feeding insects
have less access to bodies underground.

But there could be some evidence
in the growth patterns of the tree...

that could tell us
when she was buried here.

You mean when it might
have been very fertilized?

Okay. That's it. Tree back to the lab.
I get it. They're not gonna like this one.

High narrow nasal root
and straight profile, Caucasian.

Yeah. It's Booth.
Listen, I need a 24-foot flatbed.

I gotta transport a tree.
Yeah, that's right. A tree.

- T-R-E-E.
- Excellent dental work.

- Expensive.
- Oh, rich white woman.

She would've stood out
in this neighborhood like a lighthouse.

I estimate height at 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall.

Between 5'8"and 5'9".

Athletic, well muscled.

- Let's estimate weight at 63 kilograms.
- 140 pounds.

So basically the same height
and weight as you, huh, Bones?

Oh.

Oh, what?

Nothing.

God, that garbanzo thing totally worked.

If you wanna be in charge
of my nutrition...

for the entire pregnancy...

you've got the job.

Except I do need pastries,
a lot of pastries.

Sugar stresses your pancreas.

Okay. You are not really here.

So what's the story, morning glory?

I don't know what that means.

It means you're behaving strangely...

and I'm asking you why.

The victim.
Does she remind you of anyone?

Sweetie, when you describe people
in generalities, like age and size...

it fits a lot of people.

Your dolphin ring. So what?

It's not mine.

It's the victim's.

Oh.

Okay, well, granted,
that is- that is a little bit freaky.

But, I mean, technically,
a lot of people like dolphins.

And unless you get
your jewelry custom made...

there could be hundreds of people
wearing what I'm wearing right now.

You're making sense.

Okay.

There's a longitudinal fracture
to the right temporal bone.

- Cause of death?
- Yes.

Deep enough to suggest a fatal blow.

Severe nightstick fracture
to the left ulna...

suggesting the victim raised her arms
in a defensive posture.

She was beaten to death.
Fits the neighborhood.

I removed this
from the remains last night.

I noted it in the evidence log,
but I forgot to hand it over.

It's not like you to forget things.

The ring isn't likely to be
probative evidence in a murder charge.

Well, it might help us with identification.
This looks really familiar.

Angela says
it's a very common piece of jewelry.

Notice the bony growths
on the third and fourth fingers.

Medial phalanges.

- Occupational markers?
- Yes.

Usually caused by using tools
in this manner.

Seamstress. Some kind of artist.

I bet you and I both have that
same occupational marker on our fingers.

We should add "medical professional"
to the list of possibilities.

Have you found anything interesting,
Dr. Hodgins?

There's something funky
about the leaves.

Funky means "bad smelling"
or, when applied to music...

"marked by an earthy, bluesy quality."

In this case, funky means "weird."

Meanwhile, look at this.

The rings correspond to seasons.

Now, the wide rings develop
during a tree's growing season.

- When the tree gets maximum nutrients.
- Right.

And the skinny rings develop during
the winter when a tree grows more slowly.

But note here- two wide rings in a row...

suggesting that last winter,
this tree was particularly well fed.

The victim's decomposing body.

Yes. Which brings us to the roots.

This root was probably damaged
when the body was buried.

About 11 months ago.

Last November.

It gets you every single time.

The slow clap. You get misty.

That holds no meaning for me.

Like in the movies when the hero,
he takes a big chance.

Makes a speech. Stands up to authority.

The old guys gets up. He starts clapping.

Really slow at first,
and then everybody joins in.

The slow clap.

Have you I.D.'d the victim yet?

Ah, the description was too general.

Yes, even though Cam and I discovered...

that she was very likely a surgeon.

- How's that?
- Occupational markers on the phalanges.

Uh, a surgeon named Dr. Lauren Eames
disappeared last November.

I checked Bing.

D.C. Metro missing persons investigated.

The case went cold.
It didn't go anywhere.

How can that be?
The woman was a surgeon.

Single, no kids.

Outside of people at work,
there was no one to miss her.

I brought along Lauren's schedule...

for the six months before she died.

Her caseload. Her interns.

It's everything I can provide without
contravening patient confidentiality.

- Dr. Eames have any enemies?
- No. Lauren was not
a woman of passion.

Some residents complained they
were overworked and underappreciated...

but nothing out of the ordinary.

- Like you and your squinterns there,
hey, Bones?
- No, I appreciate them.

Eh. So what about her personal life?

Look at her schedule.

Lauren didn't have any time
for a personal life.

Rumors? Nothing?

The Transplant Services helicopter team.

Sounds scandalous.

I heard the pilot had a thing for Lauren.

Unrequited. Lots of sexual tension.

- You got a name?
- Chris Markham.

What are these, please?

Dr. Eames's case files.

She dictated them for transcription.

I thought maybe if you heard her voice-

Why? It's the content that matters,
not the tone of voice.

Lauren was the best cardiac surgeon
on the eastern seaboard.

I find that hard to believe.

Why?

We-

- We didn't hear about it.
- Excuse me?

Dr. Brennan just wonders why someone
of that importance could just disappear.

So-

So quietly.

"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."

T.S. Eliot.

We don't actually fear death.

We fear that no one
will notice our absence...

that we will disappear without a trace.

That sounds correct.

What is this?

Dr. Eames's photo I.D.

I-I-I really must get back to the hospital.

Right. I'll show you to the elevator.

Booth?

Mm-hmm.

Does this look like anyone to you?

Oh, she looks nice, but no.
No one I know.

You're in a big hurry, Bones.
You all right?

I, um- I have a lot of questions, that's all.

Burning the midnight oil, Doc?

Hello, Micah.

You awake because
you're intellectually invigorated...

or because you're worried?

I'm awake because I can't sleep.

I'm having trouble being objective
regarding this case.

I attended this lecture
where this philosopher guy says...

that for something to be objective...

it must be separate from the mind.

And nothing is separate from the mind.

Ergo, ipso facto, Colombo, Oreo.

Not all of that was real Latin, Micah.

Maybe for a little change, you could try
solving a case without being objective.

No. If there's no such thing
as objectivity...

then there's no such thing
as measurement...

which means that empiricism
is meaningless.

I only attended one lecture on the subject,
Doc. It doesn't make me an expert.

Patient is Abigail Anker, A-N-K-E-R.

Date of birth, 10-14-1996.

Medical record 19846.

Cardiothoracic surgeon, Dr. John Frank.

I was called in to consult.

Fourteen-year-old female
with Down syndrome...

complex heart disease consisting
of atrioventricular septal defect.

- ... pulmonary atresia,
discontinuous pulmonary-
- # I wanna be wild #

# And bold enough #

# To run with you #

# My baby #

# I wanna skip time #

# Lay the hours aside #

# And stay with you #

# My baby #

# But, oh #

# If I look down now #

# Will I fall? #

# And what if the water's cold? ##

... further discussion at the Cardiothoracic
Surgery Case Conference In Atlanta.

Speaking of which, will someone
please remind me to buy a damn ticket?

H. C. T. showed extensive damage
around the-

Laughing because
you figured something out?

He rapidly deteriorated to the point
of complete expressive aphasia...

and right hemiplegia.

Will you listen to this?

That's-That's very strange.

I-I-I find I'm very glad to hear you say that.

That's like a voice beyond the grave.

- Like my voice.
- Very similar, yeah.

It sounds exactly like my voice.

- She is me.
- She isn't you.

She's her and you're you.
You're alive and she's dead.

Ergo, ipso facto, Colombo, Oreo.

Those last two words-

one is the capital of Sri Lanka
and the other is... a cookie.

Sounds like Latin.

I- I see you're illustrating the fact...

that something can
sound like something...

and not actually be that something.

Well, you're giving me
way too much credit, Doc.

What happened to her?

Um-

See these- these cuts
on the edge of the ribs?

Stabbed?

Yes, but the ribs were healing
at her time of death.

- So it's not what killed her?
- No. No.

She was almost certainly killed
by a blow to the head.

- How long after she was stabbed?
- Four to six months.

And in that time,
no one at work mentioned...

that she was walking around
groaning and bleeding?

Some people are very adept
at keeping their pain hidden.

I guess I always figured
that Lauren just up and went, you know?

Took off to Africa or Iraq or something.

She'd do something like that
without telling you?

Lauren always followed
her own kind of logic.

You couldn't ask any of her friends?

If she had friends,
I didn't know any of them.

What the hell was Lauren doing
in Woodland?

It appears the victim
was stabbed on her right side...

perhaps a year or so ago.

- When did you find that out?
- Last night. I'm sorry.

I forgot- I forgot to tell you.

- She was stabbed?
- Yes.

Lauren told me that she broke
a couple of ribs falling off her bicycle.

Can you think of any problems she
was having that could get her stabbed?

No. No. Not really.

She had some kind of an argument with
the father of one of her transplant kids.

I think his name is Darcy, Dorsey,
something like that.

You think he stabbed her? Can't you
just check with emergency rooms?

She would've been capable
of stitching the wound herself.

Why? Why would Lauren get stabbed
and then not report it?

Usually when a woman
doesn't report an assault, it's domestic.

Lauren wasn't married,
and she didn't have a boyfriend.

- You weren't her boyfriend?
- No.

Okay, I see. You wanted to get a little bit...

more there with Lauren Eames,
and she turned you down.

Every time.

Maybe she was right.

We were polar opposites, but, man...

I could swear I saw in her eyes
that she wanted more...

and then she was just gone.

It's a myth
that a person's intentions and desires...

can be seen in the eyes.

Look in my eyes.

Is that a myth?

Okay, you know what? Stop making
crazy eyes at my partner here.

It's not making your case any good.
Let's go, Bones. Come on.

Sam Dworsky is an eight-year-old...

with severe
hypoplastic left heart syndrome...

who presented with cyanosis
and tachycardia at Metro Clinic.

Dworsky. That could be the patient
to whom the pilot was referring.

Parents can be extremely irrational
when their children's lives are at stake.

I'm sure you had a reason
for not giving them what they wanted.

Why are you spying on me?

Whoa! No, Dr. Brennan. I was just
waiting here so as not to startle you.

Did Booth call you?

- Would it bother you if he did?
- Of course.

Doesn't anybody know me at all?

I think we know you
as much as you'll allow.

You're a very private person,
and we respect that.

But it has been mentioned to me
several times by Booth
and Dr. Saroyan and Angela...

that you seem to be
particularly distressed by this case.

Would you like to
discuss any of it with me?

- Is that the victim?
- What do you see?

What do you want me to see?

Sweets, she-she's exactly like me.

And look. She is me.

Yeah, I see.

You do? Because- Because Booth didn't.

What I see is that
you're overidentifying with the victim.

Brilliant scientist, unmarried
without children, consumed by her work.

You can't help but draw parallels
to your own life.

The victim was afraid of a man
named Dworsky.

D-W-O-R-S-K-Y. Will you tell Booth that?

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Okay.

Medical record 20381.

This represents the particulates
I found in the head wound.

Soil from the burial, mostly.

The victim's own hair. This is interesting.

Epoxy colophony?
Isn't that found in tree sap?

Yes. Yellow sap to be precise.

- From the tree?
- No.

Cornus florida, dogwood, is hardwood.

Epoxy colophony comes from pine trees...

which, mixed with this,
polymethyl methacrylate...

I come up
with a manufactured reflective coating.

So the victim was bludgeoned
with a reflective surface.

Booth is ready to talk
with our prime suspect now.

Good work, Hodgins.

- That's Mike Dworsky?
- Yeah, that's him.

You know, I checked his record,
but it's pretty clean.

Well, according to the victim,
he has a very bad temper.

- I wish you hadn't gotten Sweets
to come and talk to me.
- I'm a meddlesome kind of a guy.

Dworsky. Mr. Dworsky.
F.B.I. Special Agent Booth.

This here is my associate, Dr. Brennan.

I don't care who you are.
You park in this zone, you get towed.

- It's not my car.
- We're here to ask you
about Dr. Lauren Eames.

Well, that's water under the bridge.

My son's doing fine, no thanks to her.

No hard feelings neither.

- No hard feelings about what?
- A donor heart came up.

Perfect match for my boy,
and Dr. Eames, she said no.

According to her transcripts,
he had a severe respiratory infection...

brought on by pleural effusion.

He had a cold.

For that she said no to a new heart.

It-lt was a rational decision.

I'll give you that. The woman is rational.

But I'll tell you what else.
If she suddenly or rationally decided...

there were too many people in the world...

she'd unleash a plague.

- You saying she was coldhearted?
- Like Antarctica.

What do you mean "was"?

Someone beat her to death
with something exactly like this.

Bones, what are you doing?

It's not like you to pick up something
that could be evidence.

I want a lawyer.

Charlie Whaling.

Primary Care Physician,
Dr. Megan Rasmussen.

Megan keeps trying to set me up
with her son, the drooling magpie...

- if you can believe it.
- People assume that when you're alone...

you must be lonely.

Like most assumptions, it's erroneous.

Did you hear what I said about Charlie?

Yes.

You seem distracted. It's important.

I met Chris Markham,
your helicopter pilot.

I'm not sure you can call Chris mine.

My biggest regret is not accepting
what Chris offered me.

He asked me to look into his eyes.

And, although it's not rational...

I- I believe I perceived pain.

We both know that
it's a sentimental myth...

that emotions can be seen in the eyes.

Charlie Whaling, nine years old...

presented with subarachnoid hemorrhage
after automobile collision.

Emergency H. C. T. showed
extensive damage around the aneurysm...

which had thrombosed.

He rapidly deteriorated to the point
of complete expressive aphasia...

and right hemiplegia.

- Brain-dead?
- Yes.

So he required life support.

But my pleas to his family
to give up his organs went unheeded.

Musing out loud.

For nine years
that we've known each other...

I've never heard you do that before.

Actually, Micah...

I was having a conversation
with the victim.

I... ask her questions, and... she answers.

Tell you what, Doc. Don't be mentioning
that to anybody else but me, okay?

- Why?
- 'Cause, uh...

they'll think you've gone nuts.

Do you think I've gone nuts?

People often report
in times of great stress...

they hear a voice telling them what to do.

"Jump." "Don't walk down that alley."

Like that. Like intuition.

I don't believe in intuition.

Maybe that's why your brain
is resorting to talking to you directly.

I went to this lecture
where this neurosurgeon said...

that we understand the dark side
of the moon better than our own brains.

Do you attend every lecture
the Jeffersonian puts on?

Hell yes.

Do you think I took this job
for the hours and the health benefits?

- So, Dworsky has an alibi?
- Yeah.

The killer had to have buried
Lauren Eames in that park.

It had to have been
in the middle of the night.

Yes, he would've been visible
to traffic during the day.

The whole month of November,
Dworsky was with his son at the hospital.

- And I have a better suspect.
- Who?

While canvassing the area
for witnesses...

the city cops heard about a woman
matching Dr. Eames's description
getting stabbed.

- By whom?
- Oh, a drug dealer...

who works a corner
about a block and a half
where her remains were found.

The guy is coming into the F.B.I.

I'm gonna question him in about
half an hour if you wanna be there.

- Hey, I got news.
- Uh, tell Bones.

So remember the funky leaves?

I found concentrations of noscapine
and papaverine in the root system.

- Opiates?
- Yeah.

- So maybe the victim was a drug addict.
- Lauren was not a drug user.

Okay.
We can check the bone density test.

If you think it's necessary.
I'm going to the F.B.I.

Thank you.

I don't remember stabbing nobody.

Okay, let me refresh your memory.

It's the same woman you killed six
months ago and then buried under a tree.

Let's just be clear.
It's her we're talking about, right?

See, Booth, I told you. It's not her.

He's not shaking his head
because it's not Lauren Eames.

He's shaking his head because
he wants us to know he didn't do it.

But what he doesn't know
is that we have a witness to the stabbing.

And Dr. Brennan here
can tie you to the dead body...

through D.N.A.
and a bunch of other scientific stuff.

You know what? This conversation,
there's nothing in it for me, man, so-

Okay, fine. We're done.
I got you for murder.

It's been a long day.
I'm tired. Do you wanna go home?

- I'm tired.
- Yes, I'm very tired.

Wait, wait! Look!
Look, I didn't stab her, man.

I gave her a poke to make her go away.

Why was she even talking to you?

There's only one reason rich white people
like you come to Woodland.

- She was looking to score.
- No. No, he's lying.

That's not possible.

- Man, I turned her down.
- You turned down a sale?

She was negotiating price.
I don't do that, man.

I gave her a little poke.

- To motivate her home.
- That was the last time you saw her?

Until you showed me that picture, yeah.

No, she had a T-score over two.

An opiate user would
score a.8 maximum.

Ergo, ipso facto, Colombo, Oreo.
She-She didn't have a drug problem.

What? That's not even Latin.

All your bone density test proves
is that she wasn't a habitual drug user.

- I don't like it when you two argue.
- We're not arguing.

Yes, we are. I'm saying
that the victim wasn't a drug addict.

Well, maybe someone
shot her up with heroin before killing her.

Yes. See? Thanks for eavesdropping.

Bones, why are you taking this
so personally?

You're acting as though you're the one
who's being accused of taking drugs.

Temperance, are you all right?

Yes, of course.

I-I'm just tired. I, uh-

I haven't slept in a couple of nights, and-

I apologize.

How did the opiates get into the tree?

Dr. Brennan.

It's good to get an insight into the victim...

but I'm not certain that this line of inquiry
leads directly to our murderer.

I-

I feel like it will.

Okay.

It's a little weird that you
said that, sweetie, but... it's good.

Good? If I said something like that,
she'd rip my head off.

Can't we take a few minutes
to delve here?

Okay, all right.
Only three factors affect tree growth-

sun, water and soil nutrients.

Nutrients as in Lauren Eames.

There are multiple drug houses
around that park.
Maybe it was some kind of runoff.

Even if every junkie in the neighborhood
peed on that tree, it wouldn't be enough.

- What if she was carrying?
- If she was carrying...

the dealer or the junkie that killed her
would've taken the drugs.

Not if he didn't know about them.

So then the drug dealer didn't kill her.

You should test the clothing.

- Why would a heart surgeon
be carrying heroin?
- Maybe she loved a junkie.

You don't help a junkie
by getting them drugs.

Purple. It's heroin.

No. It could be morphine. It would
make more sense if she had morphine.

Why would she buy heroin
if she had access to morphine?

Why did you buy heroin?

Well, who were you buying it for?

Is that who hit you over the head?

What makes you think
I was struck over the head?

Your skull is fractured.

There's more than one way
for a head to get cracked.

What, you fell?

A slight compression fracture
here on the C4.

You fell with the full force
of your weight onto your head.

You- You were thrown?

Anything new?

It wasn't a weapon.

She was thrown bodily onto something
approximately 10 centimeters...

with a reflective surface.

By the power invested in me
by the Jeffersonian Institution...

I declare you sleep deprived.

- There's a cab waiting
to take you home to bed.
- Do you really have that power?

I saw this lecture
where this New Age guru type said...

the only power people exert over us
is the power we allow them to exert.

- Well, it's incredibly stupid.
- I agree.

You wave a gun in my face,
you've got power whether I like it or not.

How- How come I understand
every word you say, always?

I don't have that with anybody else.

Sometimes I just hear... noise.

Well, I guess I've been here so long...

I speak the secret language
of the Jeffersonian.

Come on. Let's get you home.

So I have some psychological insights
into the victim.

- Okay.
- Really?

What? I didn't expect you to say yes.

Um, I went over
the victim's employment file...

including the results
of some psychological tests.

I don't see Lauren Eames
going for counseling.

No. It was mandatory-
after she lost a couple of young patients.

Dr. Lauren Eames was highly controlling.

That kind of mind-set
can be extremely difficult...

for someone who deals with death
on a daily basis.

It was very stressful.

She dealt with this stress in two ways.

A: She became logical, to the extreme.

B: She detached herself.

- Detached?
- Yeah. Emotionally.

She made herself not care.

Okay, in order for her
to stop feeling nothing...

she began behaving erratically.

- Like picking fights with a drug dealer?
- Yes.

And eventually, she got what she wanted.
Suicide by murder.

And I should accept your theory
based on what?

Over and over again, I've proven to you
that I'm good at what I do.

So, please, explain to me
how it is rational in any way...

for you to disregard what I say.

So, now I'm the one behaving irrationally
so that I can feel something?

You want to stab me?

No. Dr. Brennan,
I consider you one of my closest friends.

You're not alone in this world.

It's one of the many ways
you're different from Dr. Lauren Eames.

I-I- I need to go. I-

I will consider what you said.

Lauren wanted to be killed?

Is it possible that she put herself
into dangerous situations on purpose?

Is it possible that she put herself
into dangerous situations on purpose?

Out of despair?

Yeah.

Sometimes she did this thing.

Twice we were flying hearts
out for transplants.

Once to Baltimore, once to Newark.

We didn't make it in time.
The children died.

- It upset Dr. Eames.
- Not that you could see.

She shrugged it off, but-

Both times, once we got up in the air...

she opened the door,
she undid the seat belt...

and then just kind of hung out
and looked at me.

Looked at you how?

Like she was daring me
to tip the helicopter and topple her out.

What did you do?

I tilted the other way...

so she'd fall inside the aircraft.

God, I would've been good for her.

She should've given me a chance.

Should've given us the chance.

I mean, look at the way things turned out.

What did she have to lose?

Nothing.

She had nothing to lose.

She knew that.

It was her biggest regret.

Thank you.

There's nothing left for me
to discover from the hard evidence.

Well, that's the whole problem
with being an empiricist, right?

What is?

Eventually, you run out of things
to measure and smell and count.

No, there is such a thing
as objective measurement, Micah.

There is such a thing as actual truth.

I heard one of these lectures
about an experiment...

where they give guys a pair of glasses...

that make them see
the whole world upside down.

But after three days, guess what.

They see everything right side up.

And then they take off their glasses...

and they see everything
upside down again, for three days.

- And then, eureka- back to normal.
- Yes.

It takes the brain three days to adapt.

It seems to me you can't trust a brain
that can't make up its mind...

about something as basic
as which way is up.

What else did you learn in that lecture?

That there's no such thing as objectivity...

that we're all just interpreting signals
from the universe...

and trying to make sense of 'em.

Signals from the universe.

Dim, shaky, weak, staticky little signals...

that only hint at the complexity
of a universe...

that we cannot begin to comprehend.

But that's what the lecture said anyway.

Signals...

from the universe.

Charlie Whaling, nine years old...

presented with subarachnoid hemorrhage
after automobile collision.

Emergency H. C. T. showed
extensive damage around the aneurysm...

which had thrombosed.

He rapidly deteriorated to the point
of complete expressive aphasia...

and right hemiplegia.

Whaling family has yet to update
organ donation status.

Charlie Whaling was brain-dead.

You wanted his heart for Sam Dworsky.

Where did Charlie's parents live?

1255B Franklin Street, in Woodland.

Bones!

- Bones, what are you doing here?
- What are you doing?

Following you to a bad part of town
and saving your life.

You know, the usual. Your turn.

Lauren came to Woodland
to beg the family of a brain-dead boy...

to give his heart to Sam Dworsky.

Oh. So, what, they were
the ones that killed her?

No, Booth.

No. When Lauren was really disappointed
or upset, it's like Sweets said.

She couldn't handle the intense emotion,
so she'd do something dangerous.

Right. Like coming here
in the middle of the night.

I'm not her.
We're not the same person at all.

It's just the universe
turned upside down for three days.

What happened to her?

She bought the heroin for
the danger of it- to feel something.

She put it in her pocket.

She got hit by a car...

just like I almost did.

The impact
explains the defensive wounds.

She struck her head over there.

So it was the driver
that buried her in the park.

I can't prove any of this.

I know.

But you still believe me?

Yeah. Of course I do.

All right? Let me take you home.

Come on.

Maybe you just need a couple days off.

I'm all right now.

Except I-

I made a mistake.

No, I told you my opinion.
I mean, you got it right.

Not everything.

She died with regrets.

Come on. Bones, everybody has regrets.

I heard her, you know?

Micah says that all we get are these-

dim, staticky messages
from the universe.

Who's this Micah guy?

The night watchman.
But he attends a lot of lectures.

Anyway, the point is...

she never gave him a chance.

Micah.

No. No. The helicopter pilot.

He offered himself to her,
but she never gave him a chance.

That was her regret.

I got the signal, Booth.

I don't want to have any regrets.

Um, I'm with someone...

Bones.

And Hannah,
she's not a consolation prize.

I love her.

The last thing I want to do is hurt you,
but those are the facts.

I understand.

I missed my chance.

My whole world turned upside down.

I can adjust.

I did.

Yes, you did.

Do you want me to, uh-
to call someone to be with you or-

No, I'm fine alone.

Thanks.

How'd it work out?

I listened to the universe.

I felt something.

I'm sad.

That's so much better than dead.

Or even dead inside.

Did you hear that in the lecture?

I got my own story, Dr. Brennan.

Just like you. Just like everybody.

I got my own sad story.

Three days.

Three days for the world
to turn right side up again.

What's that mean?

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