All language subtitles for Bones S06E14 The Bikini in the Soup

Se�ora?

Se�ora.

Se�ora, are you trying to cook again?

Why do you do that?

You burn the pots,
and then I have to clean.

Cerda.

Doesn't smell good, Se�ora.

Whatever you cooked, don't eat it.

Se�ora?

Se�ora?

I think you've been in there too long.
You smell all sweaty.

Trust me, no one
needs to be that brown.

Se�ora?

Se�ora?

Who the hell
has a home tanning bed?

Aren't there easier ways
to get cancer?

Exposed mastoid process
and rounded frontal bone suggest female.

- I think the bikini is a big hint too.
- Right.

Porous sternal rib end
indicates she was in her 30s.

Tanned complexion was
considered unattractive until 1920...

when Coco Chanel went to the
south of France and returned with a tan.

Think she fell asleep in here?
Probably an accident, right?

Well, I have no idea.
I have to thoroughly examine the remains.

It's just that before I left the lab, Cam said
something about having plans tonight...

being Valentine's Day and all.

So I think she's probably gonna
want to put this to bed early.

Are you suggesting that we
not do our jobs properly?

No. Hey, not me.
Cam- my boss.

I'm just passin' on
the information here.

'Cause today is such a special day for her
because of her new boyfriend.

Valentine's Day was originally meant
to commemorate a Christian martyr...

who died in a quite horrific way.

Investigating this death
is a more appropriate way to celebrate.

I'm gonna let you tell her that one.

The housekeeper I.D.'d the body
as a Wendy Bovitz.
She was a wedding planner.

Well, that explains all
the decorations and pictures.

It's kinda sad, isn't it,
that someone who specializes in love...

would be found dead
on Valentine's Day.

Just another day, Hodgins.
Just another day.

Not when you have a pregnant wife.

All right, so the alarm was on
when the housekeeper got here.

There's no sign of a break-in.
Nothing was stolen.

Hey, Bones, don't these things
have timers anywhere?

- It's broken.
- Maybe she just fell asleep
and she turned to stew.

Yeah, that makes sense.
I think Cam can sign off on that.

Oh, no, no, no. Doesn't Cam wanna take
this goo back to the lab and analyze it?

- She has Valentine's Day plans.
- Right.

Okay, look, I know
you and Hannah broke up.

But for most people, Valentine's Day-

You don't want to finish that sentence.

No. No, I don't.

So I'm assuming that you want to
take all of this back to the lab, correct?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Oh. Heh.

Happy Valentine's Day, Bones.

Based on the decomp,
which was accelerated
by the heat and the U.V. rays...

the victim has been dead
between 32 and 38 hours.

I don't have to get
a Valentine's Day present for Nora...

because, every year,
Nora sends me a request.

- I can't lose.
- Were we talking about you
and your girlfriend?

I'm sorry. I was just thinkin' about her.
Love's funny that way.

Remember
when you were so professional...

that you wouldn't mention anything
about your personal life?

I know. What a drag I was.

Fracture to the zygomatic arch...

and a mandibular fracture
at the symphysis.

- This could be murder.
- No murder.

Paul has this amazing evening planned.

Dinner at l'Ami Jean, ending in a
gorgeous room at the Hampshire House.

A complicated case would mess that up...

and that would make me very cranky.

Remodeling suggests that these injuries
are a few years old.

Thank God. Tox screen indicates alcohol
consumption and traces of diazepam.

There we have it. She had a glass
of wine, popped a pill, fell asleep.

We have more bones to examine.

Knock yourself out.

Last year, she wanted to go
to this cabin in the mountains.

And we got snowed in, and the only way
we could keep ourselves warm
was to just-

Well, it was a wonderful Valentine's Day.

Brennan. Oh, hello, Douglas.

No, I can't tonight. I'm busy.

I'm sorry. Okay, good-bye.

So, you have plans tonight?
That's nice.

No. No.

A date on Valentine's Day
comes with the expectation...

of affectionate companionship
and probably sex.

I have no intention of engaging in either.

Oh, I do.

- Uh-oh.
- No.

Sharp force trauma to the ribs,
and no remodeling.

Left anterior fourth and fifth ribs.

The wounds are penetrating.

Dr. Edison, we need to check
the corresponding section
of the thoracic spine.

- Yep.
- What is it?

There are some nicks on the front
of some of the thoracic vertebrae.

Which means the wedding planner
was stabbed through the heart.

I'm sorry, Dr. Saroyan.

This is murder.

Yeah.

People! People!
Can I have your attention, please.

Thank you.

Apparently there's a chance
that this may be a murder.

Oh, it's definitely a murder, Dr. Saroyan.

Okay, since it is a murder...

you have exactly eight hours
and 22 minutes to solve it.

Uh, excuse me, Cam. Why?

Because at exactly 6:45 p.m.,
I am exiting this building...

to observe Valentine's Day with Paul.

Well, what if the murder isn't solved?

There is death in this world,
and there is romance.

Today, death is the loser
and romance wins.

Whoo-whoo! Whoo-whoo!

What about justice?

Good. Go. Solve.

- You know what this means, right?
- What?

We can get out of here early...

make a night of it.

- We don't have to do that.
- Come on!

Dinner and dancing.

Dancing?

Okay, dinner and- and a walk.

A very short walk.

You don't have to worry
about Valentine's anymore.

We're married people.

Oh, come on now.
Married people have romance.

I'm gonna prove it to you.

There's our confirmation.

The murder victim was Wendy Bovitz.

Wow. A wedding planner killed
just before Valentine's Day.

That is ironic.

Yeah. But we have an I.D.,
which is good.

Right. You have plans. Okay.
I'll check with Clark...

and see if he needs help with
anything resembling a weapon.

Great.

Hey.

You're the expert
on Valentine's romance.

I got a question for you.

Fine. As long as you ask it...

on the way back to your office
to solve this murder.

Okay. Angela just said to me
that, because we're married...

we don't have to be romantic.

Not true.

It's hard to believe, but that
is exactly what she just said.

No. Married or not,
you still have to be romantic.

- I knew it. She's testing me.
- No, no.

She's not testing you.
She's pregnant and her feet hurt.

She may not feel up
for initiating the romance...

but if you don't,
she'll never forgive you.

It's the estrogen.

It's all right.
I'll initiate, all right.

Okay, how?

You know that emerald necklace
I bought her Christmas before last?

- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, wow.
- Matching earrings.

- Oh!
- What?

Well, Angela doesn't really
like that necklace so much.

- What? She loves it. She told me so.
- Of course she did.

- But have you ever seen her wear it?
- Uh, yes.

When you didn't ask?

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Think of something else.
But wait until after we solve the murder.

W-Wendy's dead?

A-Are you sure it was her?

- Without a doubt.
- Oh, my God.

- This is a disaster.
- Well, especially for Wendy.

So, you are her assistant?

Executive assistant, yes.

Is that important- executive assistant?

I guess, right now, in the grand scheme
of things, no, it probably isn't.

All right. When was
the last time you saw her?

A couple days ago.

I've been trying to reach her.
I must've left her a dozen messages.

- And you weren't surprised
when she didn't respond?
- Not really, no.

It was sort of Wendy's M.O.

Wendy gets, um-

Wendy got overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed by?

Uh, well,
the Erickson wedding, for one thing.

As in- As in Warren Erickson?

No? Really?

Do you people know anything
that goes on in this town?
Anything important anyway?

I'm sorry.

It's just that this wedding,
which is massive, is tonight...

and I don't know how
I'm gonna pull it off without Wendy.

In fact, I don't know
how I'm gonna live without Wendy.

So you have your own numerical code
to her alarm system?

Yes, the assistant's code.
Um, I also have a- a set of keys.

According to Postern Security, the code
was used to set the alarm yesterday.

Uh, yeah. I-I stopped by to pick up
some fabric swatches.

Uh, but Wendy wasn't there.
Thank you.

Did you check the tanning bed?

No. She left the fabric by the door. Why?

Well, that's where we found her body.

Um, are you saying...

that she might have, uh, been-
been dead when I was in the house?

Definitely there and definitely dead.

- Dead.
- Yeah.

Oh, God.

Oh-
Oh, I'm gonna be sick.

No, I'm- I'm fine.

Okay.

No, I'm not.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

God, I loved that woman.

I loved her.

Well, I've been removing
the liquefaction...

and came across something
that belongs to you.

I don't know what it is.
A butterfly, maybe. It was in her hair.

Well, Lepidoptera is attracted to
the smell of decomp.

Perhaps he flew a little too close
and was ensnared.

Instead of musing, maybe you could be
running, classifying and hurrying.

I was looking at the X-rays.

This finger appears to be broken.

- Skeleton hand or the still-fleshy hand?
- Fleshy.

The fracture occurred around the time
of death. It could indicate a struggle.

- I'll take samples
from under the fingernails...

to see if there's any evidence.

Brennan. Oh, hello, Scott.
How are you?

No. I have no Valentine's plans.

When you say Valentine's dinner...

do you mean a romantic dinner
or a normal meal amongst colleagues?

Oh, uh, okay, then, no, thank you.

Okay. Bye now.

- I wish you had said yes.
- Why?

Because then you'd be motivated
to move more quickly.

I understand that Valentine's Day may...

have significance for you.

- You do?
- Yes.

You've reached an age where every male
must be treated as a prospective mate.

I'm not that much older than you,
and I have someone.

I'm sorry. I'm on edge.

No. You're correct.

- This is the victim's laptop?
- Yeah. I thought
you might find this interesting.

- When it boots up.
- Mmm-hmm.

So this must be a tough one, huh?

- What, the case?
- Valentine's Day.

I mean, so soon
after your breakup with Hannah.

Not really.

- Really not really?
- Really. Can we just focus on the case?

No twinges at all?

It's over, okay?
Hannah and I are done.

- I've moved on.
- Okay.

- So what are you gonna do?
- Nothing.

Valentine's Day is not a holiday.

It's just made up by these
greeting card companies and florists.

Well, then maybe you should find
somebody else who's doing nothing...

so that you two can do nothing together.

Look at that. Good news. It's booted up.

- So, what do you want to show me?
- Okay.

One of the password-protected files.

"In case of death"?

Oh. Well, Clark said
she was probably in a car accident.
That would explain the injuries.

Yeah, or-

"If anything happens to me,
it was my husband"?

- Did you know that she was married?
- No.

- Greg Bovitz?
- What are you doing, man?

You spook my horses,
I'm not responsible for what happens.

- Just need a minute of your time.
- Well, that's all I got.

Supposed to be at a wedding.

Course, the bride's just gonna
complain the horse smells, but-

Your wife is dead.

- What?
- She was murdered.

Are you sure it's Wendy?

Yeah, we're sure.

- I don't believe this.
- You two were separated, right?

- Temporary.
We had some troubles. Why?
- What kind of troubles?

This. I wasn't crazy about
this whole wedding thing.

- Sounds like you still aren't.
- Hey, I'm a horse trainer by trade, okay?

- I belong on a ranch.
But we were workin' it out.
- Right.

Must feel kinda foolish in this outfit.
Is that why you beat her up?

What? I never laid a hand on Wendy.
I loved her.

Found this picture on her computer.

Said if anything happens,
go find her husband.

She- She didn't mean me.
It's her first husband. It's Tom Barry.

After their divorce, Wendy
took out a restraining order.

She put in one of those
fancy alarm systems.

- This guy, he was a piece of work.
- You know where I can find him?

Yeah. Hillmount Cemetery.
He was killed in a bar fight last year.

Have you talked to
that rich bastard Erickson?

- Erickson?
- Yeah.

He freaked Wendy out the other day.

He shows up at her place.
He's screamin' at her.

He's saying she's over budget.
He's tossing stuff around.

Anyway, Wendy was scared.

If that bastard hurt her,
I don't care how rich he is-

I'll handle it.

If there's anything that I can do.

I'll let you know.

Okay, okay.
How's it comin'? Ticktock, ticktock.

- Um, speaking clock doesn't really help.
- Look, I'm sorry.

Dr. Saroyan is breathing down my neck.
Is there anything I can tell her?

- I can tell you what it isn't.
- So can I. It's not a toaster.

But she needs an "is" and not an "isn't."

Okay, look, I wanna get outta here
as much as she does.

I have to make this Valentine's Day
one to remember, in case
I forget one in the future.

Look, I understand.
Nora's waiting on me too.

Do you know this woman
is now calling me, talking low
and breathy on the phone?

It is making it very difficult
to concentrate on my work.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

All right. All right. I thought it might
be a moth or a butterfly.

But then the cells
would have membranes, and these don't.

They have ridged, polarized walls...

which means it's some sort of vegetation.

I'll run a capillary electrophoresis
and get back to you.

- I'll tell her.
- Hey, um, before you go.

I really need to nail
this Valentine's Day thing.

- Can you give me a little feedback?
- Sure.

I'm honored you asked me.

- Cool.
- Mmm!

Oh, wow.

That- Wh-What is it?

It's an Egyptian tear vase.

- A Valentine's Day tear vase. Hmm.
- Yeah.

They gave them to the pharaoh's slaves...

when they were buried
with him in the pyramid.

- To cry into.
- Mmm.

'Cause they were so sad
the pharaoh was gone.

I'm thinkin' they were cryin'
because they were slaves
and they're being buried alive.

Angela saw it right here in the gift shop.
She thought it was so cool.

You know this is almost 5,000 years old.

- The Jeffersonian gift shop?
- Yeah.

Dr. Hodgins, no. Mm-mmm.

- She liked it.
- Mmm, no. Mmm.

No, no, no, no, no, no. N-O.

That's not for Valentine's Day.

Okay. Cam already nixed the earrings
that I bought her. What is left?

Look, I know I haven't been that close to
you all, but I have observed quite a bit.

- And?
- Angela doesn't care about things.

Remember that poem you wrote her?

"I am not to speak to you,
I am to think of you.

When I sit alone, awake at night alone...

I am to see to it that I do not lose you."

She repeated that ad nauseam.

It was like a Kool and the Gang song.

- I couldn't get it out of my head.
- That was Walt Whitman.

Oh, who cares? She didn't know that.
Look, it's from the heart.

Dr. Hodgins, just give her something
that only you can give her.

Trust me.

That's why Nora still calls me
breathing heavy on the phone...

after three years of being together.

- Thanks, Clark.
- Sure.

Oh, and remember,
Dr. Saroyan needs to know
what those ridged cell walls are. Now.

Tear vase.

Oh, man.

I understand. Oh, here she is.

- Cam!
- Hey.

Hello, beautiful lady
who works with the dead.

Oh, my God. And hello,
handsome man who works with-

You're a gynecologist, Paul.
I shouldn't finish that sentence.

Yeah, I understand.

Listen, uh, I know it's wrong to bother
you at work, but I saw these flowers.

Thought of today and you.

I just lost control.

- And I'm glad you did.
- Yeah, so I hope nothing here
is gonna prevent you from-

No, just a little murder is all.
A child could solve it.

And I have another doctor
covering for me.

- So we are set?
- We are set.

I won't kiss you in the workplace...

'cause I'm also a professional.

But let's just close our eyes
and take a moment...

to think about how great it would be
if we did kiss.

- Okay then.
- Very nice.

- Yeah. Should keep us going until dinner.
- Yeah.

- I'll see ya.
- Can't wait.

- Dr. Hodgins is making progress.
- And you?

Progress. Beautiful roses.

Cut the small talk, Dr. Edison.
Just move your ass and solve this case.

This guy Erickson's daughter
is getting married today.

Wendy was the wedding planner.

He has no record.
Just a couple of traffic tickets.

You know, becoming a criminal
starts with baby steps.

Remember that.

Brennan.

- Hello, Bunsen.
- Bunsen the Science Dude.

A night under the stars?

Oh.

Yes, the planetarium
does sound romantic...

but I can't tonight.

Maybe some other time. Bye.

Oh, you're getting a lot of calls, Bones.

It's Valentine's Day.

Men want sex.

Mmm.

I think we can get it all in one load.

Really stupid holiday
when you think about it.

The only memorable thing
that ever happened on February 14...

- was the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.
- No, not the only thing.

James Polk, in 1849, was the first
president to have his photograph taken.

- Okay.
- And Oregon was accepted
into the union in 1859.

Bones, I get it.

Alexander Graham Bell applied
for his telephone patent on the 14th.

None of those things scream romance.
That's all I'm saying.

Oh, yes, I know. But Cam and the others
seem quite invested in the idea.

- Well, they can have it, right?
- Right.

Right.

A budget is a budget, Raina.

We're rich! What does it matter
if I want another kind of wine?

Yeah, we're rich because
I don't piss away our money.

- Tell her it's not in the budget.
- Well, sir, I haven't seen
the final figures, so we-

Did you not hear me?

It turns out it's not in the budget.

It is my wedding day, for God's sakes!

I want that wine!
Wendy said it's like love in a bottle.

Sweetheart,
I have been married four times.

It's ridiculous to spend
all this money on a wedding...

when it's probably
not gonna last anyway.

I hate you!

Excuse me, Mr. Erickson.
May we have a word?

I'm kind of in the middle
of marrying off my kid here.

F.B.I. I have a few questions
about Wendy Bovitz.

Yeah, yeah. So do I.
I haven't heard from the bitch in days.

- Wow.
- Uh, you didn't tell them
that your boss is dead?

Wendy's dead?

I just didn't want to
darken her special day...

like you just did.

If you'll excuse me,
I need to speak to the caterer.

- When was the last time
you saw Wendy Bovitz?
- I don't know.

- A couple days ago, I guess.
- We were told that you went
to her house.

Yeah. I like to do business face to face.

And there was
a heated exchange face to face?

She was going over budget.
She was taking advantage of me.

She was promising Raina some
sort of crazy-ass expensive orchids.

I don't like to be taken advantage of.

Look, I'm sorry Wendy's dead...

but I'm getting married tonight.

Can we do all this after?

Sweetheart, go play with your dress,
or whatever you women do
before you get hitched.

I hate you.

So, sounds like I need a lawyer.

- Yeah, you do.
- Brennan.

I did a closer examination
of the fractured fingers you discovered.

One showed a dislocation
at the articular capsule.

- Indicating a struggle.
- Exactly.

And Dr. Saroyan found epithelial cells
under one of the fingernails.

Enough for a D.N.A. profile?

Yeah. She just needs
a suspect to compare it to.

Okay, thanks.

I'm going to need a D.N.A. sample,
Mr. Erickson.

I just need to swab
the inside of your cheek.

You do see
I'm looking at you now, right?

Yes. And, in fact,
I can see my reflection on your cornea.

Good. Then let's be clear.
That's never, ever gonna happen.

All right. Okay, thanks.

You want the good news first
or the bad news?

Is the order at all relevant?

People like to get the bad news first
so the conversation ends in happiness.

All right, then, what's the bad news?

The court refuses to compel
a D.N.A. sample from Erickson
based on what we have so far.

Do you mind?

- It-It's not work-related.
- Go right ahead.

- Brennan.
- I'll be right here.

Uh, for Valentine's Day?

Oh. Oh, Valentine's Day, eh?

- A secret service agent from my gym.
- Of course.

No, uh, it's not my mother.

- Whoa.
- He thinks that you're my mother.

- Okay, look, I'm not her mother.
- Okay, I don't have a mother.

Could I phone you back
to tell you no? Thanks.

All right, what's the good news...

so that we may end this conversation
on a happy note?

Erickson has a son in prison
for insider trading.

Why is that good news?
It seems the entire family is degenerate.

Bones, it's good news because it means
the son's D.N.A. is on file with CODIS.

Right. So, Cam can compare it to the
sample from the victim's fingernails...

and see if there are sufficient alleles
in common to match his dad.

See? Always start with the bad news first,
then go to the good news.

- You happy now?
- It's good news.

- You happy?
- I'm happy.

Hey. I'm checking-

I know. Ticktock, ticktock.

Could you tell Dr. Saroyan
that I am going as fast as I can?

You can assure her
that my ass is indeed moving.

- Yeah. I guess we're just all
a little on edge.
- Yeah.

I'm casting a mold of the bone damage
to determine the murder weapon.

How long is that gonna take?

Longer than it's gonna take Dr. Hodgins...

to analyze the weapon's
chemical composition...

from the micro-slice of bone
I removed at the terminus.

Right. So you want me to leave
and hurry along Hodgins rather than you?

Yes.

But could I ask a personal question first?

Absolutely.

Okay, you're a woman
with a very open mind.

- Is this gonna get creepy?
- No, no.

- Absolutely not. I hope.
- Okay.

Okay, look. Nora sent me
a text with a request for Valentine's Day.

Oh. You're wondering
whether I can cover for you
so you can go and pick up the gift, right?

- No. If Cam finds out about this, Clark,
I could get the rack.
- No, no, I'm not going anywhere.

The request wasn't for something
that I could go buy or reserve or-

Oh, really? Well, I'm intrigued.

It's the first time I have ever felt hesitant
about giving Nora what she wants.

Can I say no? I never have before.

- Is it illegal?
- No, of course not.

- Will it hurt?
- Good God, no.

- And you love her?
- More than anything.

Well, then show her. I guarantee you
that's the only thing she really wants.

So what is it?

Thank you for all your help,
Ms. Montenegro.

Erickson is a self-made man.

Never finished high school.
Took courses in welding.

Built his business from the ground up.

Now he is the leading supplier of shelving
on the eastern seaboard.

- That's very impressive.
- Yeah, but the thing
about self-made men...

is that they're often
extremely insecure and egomaniacal.

- Right.
- That means that they can
be really self-defensive.

- They want everyone
to do exactly what they say.
- Like, kill them when they don't?

He lacks compassion.
He tends to fire employees
once they reach a certain pay grade.

All right, Sweets, did he kill her?

His daughter's wedding.
Lots of tension.

Yeah. Yeah, a man like Erickson
could snap under that kind of pressure.

What are you doing for Valentine's?

What does that have
to do with anything?

- Nothing. Just being friendly.
- Yeah, well, don't be.

Daisy has something
special planned for me, and I got her-

That's nice.
And a good afternoon to you too. Enjoy.

Bouquet of daisies.

What is it?

At first, like you, I thought it was
some sort of winged insect, right?

Maybe a butterfly.

What is it?

But then I determined
it was flora, not fauna.

- What is it?
- It's Oncidium.

- What is it?
- Why do you keep saying that?

Because you won't tell me what it is.

It's an orchid blossom.

So she was wearing an orchid in her hair?

Certainly a possibility. But she also
could've been smacked on the head.

- With an orchid?
- I'm guessing, so don't tell Dr. Brennan...

but the father of the bride was furious
when the flower budget was exceeded.

And these Oncidium, they cost, baby.

And by "baby," I mean "Dr. Saroyan."

So you're saying the father of the bride
got mad, tossed an orchid at her...

then stabbed her,
then shoved her into the tanning bed?

I can see it.

- Could happen.
- Good. Now one other thing.

Everything I get Angela is wrong.
What do I do?

Everything I get Angela is wrong.
What do I do?

Yeah, and your deadline for Valentine's
is the exact same as my deadline.

Now, I am doing everything I can to help
you make your deadline for Valentine's.

Why won't you help me?

Look at me. I'm desperate here.

- You're right.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Dr. Hodgins, look around you.

I mean, you may have the most
beautiful room in the Jeffersonian...

aside from the molds and fungis
and creepy-crawlies.

Are you telling me that there isn't
something here that you've worked on...

that wouldn't make a great gift?

Are you just trying to get me
to stay at work?

Dr. Saroyan, I think there's something
you're gonna want to see.

I am insulted that you would think
I'm so self-serving.

- This might help get you
outta here very quickly.
- Sounds good. I'm ready.

I came in looking for you and couldn't
help but look at your monitor.

I see. You've arranged them for me.

Mm-hmm. These are the D.N.A. results...

of the tissue found under
the victim's fingernails.

And that's Erickson Jr.'s
D.N.A. profile off CODIS.

They match.

Now, if I was as petty as Dr. Hodgins...

I would just crown myself king of the lab.

Not so fast, Dr. Edison.

- Bones are your thing, not D.N.A.
This is not a match.
- What?

The D.N.A. samples share
65% of their profile at each locus...

indicating that they are
immediate relatives.

Yes. That's true.

Okay, that's a "Yes, that's true, but"-

But it's not the father of the bride.
It's not Warren Erickson.

The D.N.A. shows that the skin
under the victim's fingernails is female.

Oh. Well, then it's
the mother of the bride.

The mother of the bride's
been deceased for seven years.

It's the bride.

I need to get dressed. I can't believe you
people keep ruining my wedding day.

- A woman has been murdered, Raina.
- And that's bad. I know.

But I'm still alive, and this is supposed
to be the most wonderful day of my life!

Tell you what.
You can answer our questions
here, or we can take you downtown.

- It's up to you.
- Okay. Okay.

- Ask!
- Right. Why'd you go over
to Wendy's house?

What? I didn't.

Your D.N.A. was found
under her fingernails.

You mean that D.N.A. stuff
is really true?

Yeah.

Well, I went there.

She said she was available any time
and that all she wanted...

was for me to have
the most wonderful wedding in the world.

- And you fought?
- Yes.

My dad had gone there...

to tell her to pull the orchids
and the wine.

And I wanted them.
Especially those orchids.

She still had the sample there.

That must be how the flower petal
got into her hair.

So I told her that I didn't
care about my dad...

and she'd better find a way to get those
frickin' orchids on the tables or else.

Or else what?

Or else I would call my father...

and have him hire a new wedding planner
and she'd never get another penny.

She started screaming
that she'd already laid out
thousands and thousands of dollars...

but I told her tough crap.

Wow. That's aggressive.

Look, I don't like being that way.
It just runs in my family.

Anyway, I grabbed the phone
to call my father...

and Wendy tried to
take it away from me.

So we kind of got into it.

I pushed her, and she scratched me.

- But we made up.
- Because you got your orchids.

I know I'm a bitch,
but I am not a killer bitch.

So, any information from the Mikrosil cast
of the entry wounds?

I managed to use the ribs
as well as the section of the spine...

to recreate the wound track.

Now, I took a photo of the cast
and magnified the image.

Once I had the track, we could
extrapolate the shape of the weapon.

And with Angela's help, we could take
all the elements that we discovered...

and render a 3-D visual
of the murder weapon.

- Great. What is it?
- I have no idea.

Well, that's a letdown.

I checked it against numerous databases
and haven't found any weapons
that match.

The rough edges suggest
that it was hand-forged.

It'd help if you could tell me
what the weapon was made from.

You're gonna tell Dr. Saroyan that it's me
that's holding this up, aren't you?

No. Not unless absolutely necessary.

No, no, you don't.

This will not be my fault.

Hodgins got the results back
on the trace found on the entry wound.

The weapon is made out of cast iron.

What are you saying-
she was stabbed with a frying pan?

Hodgins couldn't find any weapon
that is made out of cast iron.

Brennan.

Oh, uh, hello, Jean-Paul.

Jean-Paul?

Yes, that does sound wonderful.

But I can't- I-I can't
go to Montreal tonight. I'm sorry.

Okay. Good-bye.

I find it a little bit insulting...

that they'd think I'd be available
at the last minute.

- Well, you are.
- Yes, but they don't know that.

And it's by choice. Like you.

It's a ridiculous holiday.
The banks don't even close.

I agree with you there.
It is a ridiculous holiday.

I'll just end up at the shooting range.
Seems fitting.

In honor of the
St. Valentine's Day Massacre?

I never thought of it that way,
but yeah. Yeah, that's right.

Sounds like fun.

Booth.

Okay, great.

So Raina Erickson's alibi checks out.

She was at a bar with her girlfriend
getting in one last fling.

- Cam wants to know if you
have enough so she can leave.
- I'm definitely close.

I found another password-protected file
on Wendy's computer.

The articles of incorporation
for Wendy's business. So?

It gives her assistant Darren
50% ownership...

and- get this- rights of survivorship.

Wait a minute. If Wendy dies, Darren
gets the entire business for himself?

I don't know about you,
but it says motive to me.

Yeah.

No. No.

No. Stop talking.

No. I said no to the sevruga
because it cost too much.

And my client who is extremely loud
and demanding and cheap...

wouldn't know good caviar
from strawberry jam.

Thank you.

Please tell me you're here to arrest me
for Wendy's murder...

because I could really use the break.

- Is that a confession, Mr. Hargrove?
- No. It was a joke.

A bad joke, but a joke.

Look, Wendy was my friend,
but she was also my meal ticket.

Well, it seems like your meal ticket left
you an even bigger meal ticket, pal.

I'm sorry? What?

Wendy left you the business in her will.

Sh-She did? The whole thing?

Are you aware that she recently
transferred half the business to you?

Oh, God.

That seemed very sincere.

Or he's just probably
feeling guilty that he killed her.

She, um- She told me she had a surprise
for me on, uh, Valentine's Day...

but, wow, this is beyond sweet.

God, I loved that woman.

- You've said that many times.
- No, I loved her.

You know, loved her loved her?

Like, uh, romantically? Sexually?

Uh, I-

I was under the impression
that you were homosexual.

Oh, uh, yeah. I get that a lot.

I know I seem like Jane,
but nope. All Tarzan.

Been like this since I was a kid.

It's had precisely two advantages.

One, I got laid a lot in high school.

And the other is, uh, my career.
I'm a wedding planner.

I mean, I guess
I could've been a choreographer,
but you have to have talent for that.

So, is that why Wendy, uh, hired you?

Well, she hired me because
I'm very good at the job.

But, yes, she assumed I was gay...

till one night we, uh-
we got into the champagne.

Well, gay, straight or in between,
you definitely have the best motive.

Inheriting the company?

Very sweet, but, uh, let's face it-

- without Wendy,
the company's not worth much.

She's the face, the personality.
I'm just the muscle.

- Booth.
- Yeah?

Hodgins and Angela sent a rendering...

of what the murder weapon looked like.

Wait a second. That's- Pull that.

E-Excuse me. That's a $7,000-

Oh, look at that, would ya.

You almost had me goin' there
for a second, pal.

- Not anymore. You are under arrest.
- I-

In checking the victim's e-mails...

I found that someone else
used her computer to check his e-mails...

38 hours before you found the body.

That would have been very close
to her time of death. Who was it?

Greg Bovitz,
the victim's estranged husband.

Bovitz already admitted to being there.

But did he admit to
breaking into her computer?

It couldn't have been someone else?

Within 20 seconds of
checking his own e-mail?

- Did he get in?
- Yep.

He would've found that his wife
gave away half the business
to her business partner.

- Hey, Bones.
- Oh, there you are.

We found the victim's blood
on the murder weapon...

but Hodgins found something else.

- Oh, what else?
- An oily substance.

- Anything more than that?
- Take a look.

"Take a look."
Okay, I'm taking a look.

Really? After all this time, you expect me
to know what this stuff says?

It's a compound containing
neatsfoot, Stockholm tar...

saligari, silicone and eucalyptus oil.

Those are all generic terms
and not at all scientific.

Don't make me beg.
What does this mean?

It's horse hoof oil.

The victim's estranged husband
keeps horses.

He-He drives brides and grooms
around in his carriage.

He killed her. Okay, I get it.

But this evidence is not enough
to make an arrest, let alone convict.

But, statistically,
he's the only viable suspect.

Bones, any chance that your acting's
gotten better in the last couple of years?

Oh, yes.

Who will I be playing?

Darren Hargrove's not gay?

That's bull. He's totally gay.

I'll tell ya what. We're convinced that
your wife was having an affair.

Yeah, I don't think so.
Do you think Darren killed her?

I have another theory.

What do you think
is the number one motive in a murder?

Would it be money or jealousy?

- I want a lawyer.
- Fine.

Fine. You don't have to talk.
That's your right.

But you might wanna listen.

Thank you, Bones.
This is the murder weapon.

On the murder weapon is the same oil
you use on your horse.

Anyone can buy horse oil.

- Horse oil and-
- Your D.N.A. where you held it
when you stabbed her.

Tell you what. Give us your D.N.A.
Maybe you're innocent.

If you don't, you're definitely guilty.
So what's it gonna be?

This isn't fair.

- What?
- I'm a law enforcement professional.

I've seen it all, but this-

this isn't fair.

You're like Heathcliff.

Who's Heathcliff?

Heathcliff from- from Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff was a real man...

but misunderstood,
forced to be something less.

The way you had to
give up your dreams to-

to drive a carriage.

I- I can only imagine what that is like.

Then the woman you do all of that for...

she goes and gives her heart
and the business to another man.

Not even a full man! A half man!

It's him I should've killed, not Wendy.

I was very good.

Damn good!

- Damn good.
- I lied about the D.N.A. too.

I was very good.

##

# That I'm feeling, yeah #

# I want to love you #

# I want to love and treat you right #

- # I want to love you #
- Thank you.

# Every day and every night #

# We'll be together #

# With a roof over our heads #

# We'll share the shelter #

The flowers were enough, Paul.

Well-
Come here.

# Is this love, is this love #

# That I'm feeling? #

# That I'm feeling #

What can I say?

- Happy Valentine's Day.
- # Is this love, is this love, is this love #

# Is this love #

# That I'm feeling? #

- Mmm.
- Let's go.

Are your eyes really closed?

Close them.

Something tells me
this is not a box of chocolates.

No- Wait. Why?
Is that what you wanted?

- You don't need to give me a gift.
- No, I really, really do.

It's the only way I can show you
what a gift you've been to me.

Oh, God. Have you
been working on that one all day?

Pretty much.
Okay. Open your eyes.

It's- It's- It's here.
I, uh- I made it myself.

- # I want to love, love and treat you #
- Take a whiff.

- Okay.
- # Love and treat you right #

# I want to love you #

- That smells like roses.
- Yeah, it's a hybrid slime mold.

I spliced in a segment of rose D.N.A.

- You made this?
- Yes.

It's called Angelicus montenegris...

and it's gonna be very famous
in, you know, certain circles.

I should've gone with
the tear vase, right?

# Is this love, is this love, is this love #

I guess not.

# That I'm feeling? #

# That I'm feeling, yeah #

- Clark? Baby, are you okay in there?
- ##

Clark?

There's no Clark here, baby.

It is I...

Cupid, god of love.

Ha!

Oh, baby, this is gonna be
a happy, happy Valentine's Day.

Oh!

Oh, now, you have your bow.

- Mm-hmm.
- Where's your arrow?

Do you really need to ask?

I love you.

# Is this love, is this love #

# That I'm feeling? #

# Mmm #

# Is this love, love, love ##

##

Bones, what are you doing here?

- This is my Valentine's Day gift to you.
- Come on, Bones, I told ya-

- Just open it.
- What is it?

Just open it.

No! What?

Ha-ha!

I always wanted to fire one of these.

You told me Valentine's was all about
the Valentine's Day Massacre for you,
so I thought-

Is this a good idea?

I got them from
the Roaring Twenties exhibit.

Great idea.

- Ah! You ready, Bones?
- Ready.

Ha! Take that, you dirty rat!

Yeah! Take that, you dirty rat!

I made it, Ma!
Top of the world!

Happy Valentine's Day Massacre, Booth.

Take that!

Yeah!

What's that mean?

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