All language subtitles for Bones S06E17 The Feet on the Beach

It's so dark.

All new border agents
start out on night duty. Get used to it.

Everything out past that rock is Canada.
That's all you gotta know.

Unless you forget your long johns,
it's a piece of cake.

- What about smugglers or terrorists?
- This ain't Mexico, bucko.

At most you'll get a Mohawk slicking beer
across the border to avoid taxes.

- Ah!
- Where they get you trainees?

- You can't even walk
without tripping over your own feet.
- Those aren't my feet.

Oh, crap.

This is gonna be a lot of paperwork.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just-

I received this letter of acceptance
from Columbia.

Ooh. Congratulations. In what?

Undergraduate French literature.

Are you telling me
in some roundabout way...

- that you want to radically
change your life?
- Yes.

I'm also changing my name
to Michelle Welton.

Oh, my God.

- Cam's daughter got into Columbia.
- Yep.

- Wait. Why did you open her mail?
- It was in my pile.

Because Cam had it sent here.

Cam? Wouldn't Michelle give her address
so that it would just go right to-

Cam got her daughter
into Columbia behind her back.

'Cause she didn't want her
to go to that little school up in Maine.

Oh, wow. Honey, this is bad parenting.

We will never do anything like this.
Promise me now.

- What do I do now?
- You give it to Cam.

- I mean, do I say anything?
- No. It is not your business.

- Can I give her a disapproving look?
- Of course.

That's a good one.

What's this?

Oh.

Do you have something to say about this?

Angela says no.

But this is a disapproving look.

Does it mean anything that it's all moot?

Michelle is determined
to go to community college...

in Outer Mongolia
to be with her boyfriend.

So, you've found 11 feet so far.

Yep. This whole yellow flag section
is our side.

The rest of it's the Canadian side.

Well, unless it rained feet,
these puppies definitely washed ashore.

Yeah, my trainee tripped
over one of them last night.

I think I'll, uh, wait over there
if that's okay with you.

All right. Go grab yourself a doughnut.

- Based on the size,
this belonged to an adult male.
- Hmm.

Given the range of motion
of the metatarsophalangeal joint...

I'd say he was somewhere
between 18 and 50.

Great. That narrows it down
to about 50 million people.

- Yes. This appears to be a pair.
- Great. Okay.

Two down and 11 to go.

Well, nine to go. These boots are empty.

Bones, how much
you wanna bet that those boots
belong to Shoeless Joe over there?

Well, I'll see if the size of the boots...

conforms to Joe, okay?

Hey, Bones, you know, just-
When you go over there, just be nice.

They're Canadians.

You're referring to the broad
generalization that Canadians are polite?

Yes, I am.

Sorry. Excuse me. Dr. Douglas Filmore.

I'm here to examine the feet.

I know him, Booth.

- Who?
- Him.

Dr. Filmore.

How are you?

Oh.

Dr. Brennan, it's, uh, been quite a while.

Yes.

Uh, excuse the left hand.

I'm having some issues with my right arm.

Oh. You're here to examine
the remains as well, eh?

Yes. Yes.

Um, this is
Special Agent Seeley Booth, F.B.I.

- We're partners.
- Nice to meet you.

- Pleasure.
- So, what happened to your arm?

It was Thursday, May 9.
I was in my office doing some reading...

and my right arm just ceased to function.

The physicians can't
seem to find the cause.

- Very tough. I'm sorry to hear that.
- Coincidentally...

I had just finished reading Dr. Brennan's
incredibly thorough repudiation...

of my attempts to get
my field of study recognized
by the board of forensic scientists.

- Oh, boy.
- I work extremely hard
on being thorough.

It's gratifying when someone notices.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

- So, what exactly do you do again?
- Well-

Dr. Filmore calls himself
a "forensic podiatrist"...

even though that's not
an officially recognized discipline.

Yes, I am merely
a board-certified podiatrist...

who assists law enforcement
professionals...

by providing sound podiatric analysis
to forensic investigation.

But I thank you for correcting me,
Dr. Brennan.

You're very welcome.

So, can you tell me how long these feet
have been in the river?

No.

I need to take all of the feet back to
the Jeffersonian for further examination.

Uh-
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Excuse me.
Would you be so good as to point out
for me the international boundary?

Straight shot from that rock over there...

to the border marker
and right across the river.

I see. So- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, hell, we're supposed
to be cooperating here. That's all.

Well, I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan,
but as far as we're concerned,
these are Canadian feet...

and as such, they will be examined
by an ordinary garden-variety podiatrist.

That's great.
Now look what you've done.

Thank you.

- So Brennan said the victim was a golfer?
- - Yes.

From the X-rays of his feet?

Apparently, the osteomarphosis...

of his metaspatial turdelicious proves it.

You made those words up.

You want the real thing, you're gonna
have to read the podiatrist article.

The one that Brennan refuted?

Booth says that she refuted him so hard...

that it paralyzed his arm.

Really?

Then why did she ask him
to work the case with us?

Because he has
the rest of the feet Brennan wants.

Jurisdictionally speaking,
those feet are Canadian.

Hmm. Severed feet.

- Ooh. Canucks can have them.
- No, they weren't cut off.

The feet fell off the rest of the bodies
when they were in the water...

and then the shoes
kind of floated them to the surface.

Wow. Man, is it me...

or do these smell like a bad gym?

It seriously stinks, right?

Ugh.

Okay, if they were in the river...

wouldn't that sweat smell be gone?

Absolutely.

These boots weren't worn
by someone in the river-

more likely,
someone who encountered these feet.

Would there be enough sweat
in the boot to extract D.N. A?

Yeah. The human foot sweats
an average of one cup a day.

There are some things
that I really don't need to know.

Dr. Filmore got clearance
from the Canadian government...

to work with you.

- He should be here today with feet.
- Great.

- I read the article you wrote.
- It's quite good, wasn't it?

- Booth is right. You should apologize.
- What?

You undermined his life's work.

You dismissed him
and ridiculed the notion...

that he be recognized
as a forensic podiatrist.

I had to. Otherwise, we'd have forensic
dermatologists, forensic chiropractors.

- Where would it end?
- You paralyzed the guy, Bones, okay?

Dr. Sweets here did his research.

He's gonna get shrinky with you.
Get shrinky with her.

- Are you two ganging up on me?
- His paralysis sounds like
conversion disorder.

A major stress event
creates a psychic conflict.

The person converts that intrapsychic
distress into physical symptoms...

as a way of resolving an issue
that he can't deal with emotionally.

Exactly- whatever he said.

So it's my fault that he can't deal
with his own life.

You just don't get it, do you, Bones?

Not at all.

Got a D.N.A. match off the sweaty boot.

Canadian ex-con
with mental health issues.

- Sounds like you're up.
- I'm on it.

Sometimes wouldn't you just like to be
a person like the rest of us...

instead of someone
who just paralyzes people?

Those of us who tell the truth
have always endured harsh judgment.

Copernicus, Galileo.

I accept that as something
I have to deal with.

So the blank columns
are for the Canadian feet.

Exactly. According to Booth...

our neighbors to the north
have two pairs and two individual feet.

- So eight victims total.
- So far.

No bodies. Just feet.

It's kind of like having no vowels
in a Scrabble game.

Inside of the shoes-
show traces of a sticky residue,
like some insoluble protein.

So I ran it through the mass spec.

It was spider mite silk.

Now, until I identify species...

all it tells us is that the victims...

were all in the same location...

before they got dumped in the river.

So you might be able to tell us
where the murders took place?

- Mm-hmm.
- You're so amazing.

- So are you.
- No. No.

Not here. Not over feet.

Sorry to be a bother,
but I'm looking for Dr. Brennan.

Oh. You must be Dr. Filmore.

- Hi. I'm Angela Montenegro.
- Hello.

Come on up.

Thank you.

Ah, yeah. Hey. Sorry.

Jack Hodgins.

Pleasure.
We've heard so much about you.

Oh. Well, the pleasure's mine.

Dr. Saroyan.

Oh. Sorry.

Ooh. Uh, welcome.

I wasn't sure you were
actually gonna join us.

- Why?
- Because of-

You know.

Uh, well, I felt it was only right...

to use my expertise
to help solve this crime.

- Ooh, lovely shoes.
- Oh, thank you.

The average increase in the protrusion
of a woman's buttocks is 25%...

when wearing high-heeled shoes.

O-kay.

And that fact was responsible
for catching a killer in Manitoba.

- That's very impressive.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I'm merely an expert in one quarter
of the bones of the human body...

which makes me one quarter
of the expert Dr. Brennan is.

- I-I wouldn't put it that way.
- Oh, I didn't.

I'm quoting Dr. Brennan.

Okay. Let's look at feet.

Oh, very interesting.
Very, very interesting.

I didn't kill anyone.

I- I like... puppies and butterflies.

The doctors at Dorchester
Mental Health Facility told me...

that you almost blinded
another patient with laundry detergent.

He grabbed my raisins
out of my rice puddin'-

with his fingers, man.

What would you have done?

We found your D.N.A.
at a crime scene, Bernie.

I got no idea what you're talking about.

We found your boots by the river.

That's where we got your D.N.A.,
right next to a whole bunch of feet.

Can you tell us
where those feet came from?

I don't know, man.

Maybe a fish coughed them up.

I just- I found the right size shoes
and took out the feet.

- Just like that?
- No.

I threw up first.

Exactly when did this shoe swap occur?

Six, seven, eight- eight days ago.

I'm afraid we're gonna need
those shoes back.

But, man, I just- I just broke 'em in.

No, don't let the Americans
take my shoes, please!

Damn.

Even though there's a half size difference
between these two feet...

they appear to be a matching pair.

Well, 60% of the general public
has two differently sized feet.

Eighty percent of those
have a larger left foot.

That's common knowledge.

The, uh, level of decomp...

suggests the victim died
about two months ago.

I already established
all of the victims died...

between one and three months ago.

There are striae...

on the top of the talus of the right foot.

Unlike the other feet, which disarticulated
naturally, this foot was cut off.

When the victim was still alive.

I would have noticed that, of course.

Of course.

I hope you will be comfortable here,
Dr. Filmore.

Well, thank you. I'm sure I will be.

My colleagues have been
encouraging me...

to apologize... to you.

Oh?

I told them that you
hadn't asked for an apology.

Well, it wouldn't be appropriate
for me to ask for it.

Exactly. I really have no idea
what they're talking about.

I'm glad you feel the same way.

Hey.

So Sweets called to say that the feet
washed up at least eight days ago.

So I checked
the National Weather Service charts.

They gave me rainfall and wind patterns...

which allowed me to determine
where the feet originated.

That's very impressive.

Yes. Everyone here is quite extraordinary.

Okay, so the feet came from here...

next to the St. Regis River.

The University of Hogansburg, New York.

Hogansburg?

I- I know what happened.

Wait-

A body farm?

The University of Hogansburg
has one of three research facilities...

where forensic anthropologists can study
decomposition of bodies after death.

Well, okay, you're saying
that they have a field of dead people.

Some are in fields. Some in water.

Some hung. Some in fires.

They put their remains in different
environments and see how
they break down.

- That sounds like a really nice school.
- I know.

Anyway,
there was a storm eight days ago...

and part of the farm flooded, washing
seven bodies into the St. Regis River.

Okay, so we're good then. No foul play...

except for the creepy people
who play with the bodies.

Not exactly.

The professor said
that seven bodies washed away.

But we have the feet of an eighth person.

This is a murder.

The university sent these photos...

of the remains
that they had lost in the flood.

Oh, I've already matched
all the feet with the remains.

Oh. That was fast.

But these feet-
Judging from the decomp...

I placed the time of death
at approximately two months ago.

Okay, so he was a murder victim.

Well, Dr. Brennan would say
he could still be alive but footless...

because, without
the rest of the remains...

we have no tangible proof of his demise.

I just got the shoes
that the homeless guy took.

- Nice kicks.
- Right.

Luxury edition, 25th anniversary...

Platinum Kick Parkours.

They retail for $2,000.

I'm analyzing the residue in the shoes...

to see if it matches
what I found on the other feet.

In order to I.D. the victim, I'll need to see
if these are, in fact, his shoes.

Can I use the modeling software
on your computer?

We need to construct a wire-frame image
of the feet to map all their contours...

and then we can match them with
the impressions made in the sneakers.

Who would pay two grand for sneakers?

People love to pamper
their feet, and rightfully so.

Feet are what separate us
from less-evolved hominids.

How about brains?

I like to believe the fact we walk upright...

is the reason our brains developed.

Hey, guys,
there's a serial number on the tongue.

Of course. They're limited editions.

If we can confirm that these shoes
belong to these feet...

we can search the serial number
for the name of the owner.

Uh, Miss Montenegro,
would you put the 3-D scan of the foot...

- into the corresponding wire-frame shoe?
- Yeah.

Yeah.
These are definitely our victim's shoes.

Wow.

You just out-me'd me.

I- He-

We- Oh, God.

All right.

All I got between the sobs...

is... Derrick broke up with you?

Yes.

Oh. Because you wouldn't
have sex with him, or-

That's not what he said.

What'd he say?

That he didn't want to wake up
in 10 years...

and realize he'd committed
to one person too soon.

- That makes sense.
- What?

That kid's dense.

You know what this means, right?

That you can date other guys?

That is not the right answer?

I can't go to the same college
that Derrick is going to.

Oh, right. Really?

Of... course you can't.

And don't worry. We'll think of something.

What? No schools are
accepting applications anymore.

I've... got an idea.

So Hodgins determined that the mystery
feet had the same mite silk...

that was found on the other feet
missing from the farm.

Those feet had time of death
of two months.

No one was reported missing
two months ago.

Which is why more expertise
is required than just feet.

Yeah. Right. Gosh.

Really- You really are not gonna stop...

until this Canadian foot guy is paralyzed
from head to toe, right?

Would you accept an agent
who specialized in murders
that only occurred in February?

- Okay, that's different.
- Not to me.

Oh, I hear they have
over 60 decomposing bodies here.

It's exciting, isn't it?

Look. The liquefaction of tissues
is nearly finished.

Oh-ho-ho! Oh, look at that one.

The anaerobic organisms
from the gastrointestinal tract...

have started the microbial proliferation.

- Wow. Isn't this amazing?
- No.

- That is nasty.
- Okay.

Here's a "decomp in garbage" scenario.

Oh, look over here, Booth.

Hey. Okay.

They must be establishing
baseline timetables...

for a decay in a damp setting
with direct sunlight.

Did he swallow a rat?
His stomach is moving.

- Booth, get back! Get back!
- Whoa!

Fantastic!
Did you see that, Dr. Brennan?

I did. You rarely get to actually see
a body rupture from distention.

Whoo!

Oh, um, Professor Peter Simpkins...

this is my partner,
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

Whoa. That smell.

That'll be a combination of bile
and the gases from his digestive tract.

Hi. I'm Norman Hayes, Ph.D. candidate.

- It's quite a thrill
to meet you, Dr. Brennan.
- Of course.

- Maybe we can move down a little bit.
- Oh, of course.

I understand you recovered the feet
of our seven flood victims.

- No, we found another pair.
- Another pair?

Evidence suggests
that the victim originated...

in the same location as your remains.

Do you think someone
was murdered here at the farm?

- Oh, still a little stenchy.
- Oh, of course. Of course.

We need to examine the area
that was affected by the flood.

Oh, uh, Norman can show you around
after we talk.

Uh, that'd be an honor.

- Dr. Filmore.
- Yes.

Hey, I'm Dr. Lance Sweets.
I'm a psychologist with the F.B.I.

So now that Dr. Brennan has her feet...

did she send you down here
to pronounce me mentally unfit?

No, no, no. I'm just here on my own
to see if I could be of any help.

You know,
coming into a new environment.

And you heard about my arm.
And as a psychologist, you're fascinated.

- No. I-
- I'm used to it, Dr. Sweets.

But I've seen psychologists, psychiatrists,
neurologists, rheumatologists...

and no one's been able to
provide an answer.

And I-I-I don't mean to be brusque...

but I need to get back to work.

Perhaps the psychologists
you were seeing...

weren't as familiar
with Dr. Brennan as I am.

You know, her seeming insensitivity
and emotional cruelty...

are merely her way
of dealing with an inability...

to understand or empathize
with the feelings of other people.

And you think if I feel sorry for her,
my arm will get better.

No.
I just meant that a clear understanding
of the situation might be beneficial.

All right. I know you need to work...

but if you want to talk, I'll be in my office.

The St. Regis hadn't flooded
that badly in 400 years.

Ideally, we wouldn't have projects
so close to the river...

- but we're running out of usable land.
- Why's that?

Once a body has decomposed
in a particular area...

it needs to lie fallow before the next
decomp scenario can be introduced.

Oh. Excuse me.

Brennan.

We I.D.'d the victim.

I traced the serial number
on his sneakers.

- Wait.
Sneakers have serial numbers?
- Well, the $2,000 kind do.

- Booth.
- Yeah.

The victim had sneakers worth $2,000.

$2,000? That's more than my first car.

They were bought by a kid
named Dylan McEllroy.

He was a U. of H. grad student.

- Okay, thanks, Ange.
- You bet.

Are you familiar with a student
named Dylan McEllroy?

Yes. He's in our graduate program. He-

Oh, my God. He's the decedent?
I thought he dropped out.

- Any idea how he can
afford $2,000 sneakers?
- I don't know.

Dylan could have been
wearing lamb chops on his feet.

But unless they were decomposing,
I really... wouldn't notice.

This is horrible.

Dylan's roommate is a kid
by the name of Kent Durham.

Up next, a pair of low-profile,
super-limited edition Air Glides...

released only in Japan.

- Bidding starts at $300.
- 300.

300 right here. 300. How about 320?

- We got 340?
- 340.

- 360, anybody?
- 360.

- 360 right here. How about 380?
- 380.

380. Do I hear 400? $400.

400 right here. Going once.

- Going twice.
Sold to the dude in the yellow hoodie.
- Yeah!

- Aw!
- Step right up. Don't be shy.

We got limited edition Quickstrikes,
one of a kind.

Okay, next item is a pair
of Platinum Kick Pros.

Bidding starts at 150.

- What's your name, kid?
- Why?

Why? 'Cause the federal government
wants to know why. That's why.

- Uh, Kent Durham.
- Kent Durham.

Right. Kent, these shoes belong
to Dylan McEllroy by any chance?

Can I get back to you on that?

Sneakers would be a novel motive
for murder, Booth.

- What, murder?
- Dylan is dead.

Okay, wait.
Th-This is not what it looks like.

What it looks like to me
is you're trying to sell off
your dead roommate's shoe collection.

Okay, it is what it looks like.
It's just not what you think.

You have to admit this
looks pretty suspicious.

Dylan was two months late on his rent.

I was just selling the shoes
to get the money that he owed me.

The variety is fascinating.

I suspect it signifies tribal allegiance.

There's a definite
demarcation of status and hierarchy,
depending on brand and model.

Let's just circle back
to your murdered roommate, okay?

- So, why didn't you report him missing?
- I didn't know that he was.

He used to disappear for weeks
on his sneaker trips.

Japan, Australia- you name it.
I've been staying with my girlfriend.

Look, all I know-
is that Dylan owed me a ton of cash...

and he stiffed me on a computer
and a speaker system that I sold him.

Where'd he get this money?

Okay, look, I had nothing
to do with it, I swear.

- With what?
- He probably kept the stuff in the room.

But what was I supposed to do?
I'm not a cop.

I just stayed out of his way.

Right. He was dealing drugs.

The mite silk we found
on the feet and sneakers...

came from the Oligonychus ilicis.

And that silk is like Velcro.

- Any particulate would bind to it.
- Exactly.

So I pulled multiple samples,
and I ran it through the scanning
electron microscope.

- It looks like pollen.
- Cannabis sativa pollen.

Marijuana.

So, they're harvesting
more than bodies at the body farm.

Yeah. The victim certainly was.

Booth said he was dealing drugs.

- Now I know where
he was growing them.
- Hmm.

So, you at home here?
I mean, anything you need?

Oh, no. No, thanks. I'm fine. Thank you.

You're in America now.

It's okay to get pissed at Dr. B.
She can take it.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

You forged Michelle's application
and applied to Columbia?

Could you not say that
as though I'd killed three people?

Did you consider the person
that didn't get in because you cheated?

All right.
I'm a terrible person. I stipulate to that.

- But that's not why I'm here.
- You're kidding.

What I need is your advice
on how to tell Michelle...

that she has the option of going to one
of the best universities in the world.

Unfairly and illegitimately.

I'd rather not put it to her that way.

- I can't help you.
- Why not?

Some sort of professional code of ethics?

No, my own personal code of ethics.

You should consider putting
one together of your own.

- Shut up.
- Excuse me?

You have never had to put someone
else's well-being ahead of your own-
not ever.

Well, I am a mother, okay?

And if I have to get my hands dirty
to get my child ahead...

then... I will.

What kind of example
are you setting for Michelle?

What are you looking for?
Uh, if you don't mind my asking.

Cannabis. Any suggestions?

No. Wait. I mean, y-y-you're the F.B.I.

So is this, like, entrapment?

Never mind.
Just tell me where the flood was, will ya?

It was right here.

Each section is allocated
for a decomp scenario.

That's a lot of rotting.

We have over 60 active bodies
at any one time.

Who are you?

Mr. Wolfram. I'm the cadaver technician.

- Groundskeeper.
- Potato, potahto.

I get rid of the bodies
once they're done with them.

And I tidy up the place, make repairs.

Like I said- groundskeeper.

Then you can dispose
of your own damn cadaver next time.

Pissant.

So everything past here got washed out.

You worked with Dylan.
What was he like?

Truth? He was a self-centered dilettante...

who squeaked by with C's and B's...

because all he cared about
were his stupid sneakers.

You feel the same way about him
while he was still alive two months ago?

Well, if you're asking
whether I killed him...

I couldn't even if I wanted to.

I did a semester abroad
at the University of Helsinki.

I just got back three weeks ago.

It's impressive.

Thank you.

So, does everybody who works
with Dr. Brennan end up in therapy?

If it's any consolation,
she spent three years...

degrading the entire field of psychology...

and essentially dismissing my life's work
as a foolish waste of time.

And yet, all your limbs work.

Perhaps your arm is a manifestation...

that you accepted
what Dr. Brennan said is correct.

Do you feel that she's correct about you?

Well, no. Of course not.
But... I have no recourse.

Have you considered confronting her...

expressing the anger you must feel?

Yes, Dr. Hodgins suggested that.

Did you come to me for permission?

Confrontation's not a natural state for me.

I'm...

Canadian.

Canadian?

Or afraid?

Oh.

You don't know anything
about Dylan's business?

I didn't take out thousands of dollars
in student loans to do drugs...

or hang around people who do.

Well, according to Angela's Geolink,
the cannabis was right here.

- Right.
- Dissolution of the cartilage...

in the upper vertebrae.

Must have been there for eight days.
All right.

Nothing like a couple acres
of rotting corpses to keep
the weed thieves away, right?

- What are you doing, Bones?
- Loading these pictures
up to the SkyDrive...

for Hodgins to analyze.

- Why?
- It might be the mite silk
he found on the remains.

So Dylan was killed here.

In his own pot field.

Professor Simpkins
inspects all the projects daily.

Uh, I- I mean, he had
to have seen these plants.

Look, man, I had no idea marijuana
was growing at the body farm.

I find it difficult to believe the plants
which can affect decomposition...

went unnoticed by you.

I was short-staffed.
Norman was in Finland.

Finland. Well, my gut tells me
if I get a search warrant...

I'm definitely gonna find weed
that came from that patch.

It won't be necessary.

Dylan and I had an arrangement.

I let him grow, he gave me free product.

Product?
So when we asked you how Dylan
could afford $2,000 sneakers, you lied.

Look, if the university finds out,
I'll be fired.

I do important work here.

- He's right. He does.
- Yeah, he also lies.

The only reason I didn't tell you...

was that I thought maybe you'd think
it was me who killed him.

It seems silly
now that it's all out in the open.

Not to me.

Did you find anything?

Indeed, I did.

Here. Check this out.

It's on our SkyDrive.

Okay, now, these are the photos
Dr. Brennan took of the marijuana leaves.

These are all of the bugs I identified
from the mite silk.

Now, yes, some of these little creatures
are consistent...

with what you would find
in a marijuana-based ecosystem.

But there are dozens of other species...

that would normally not be attracted
to a dead body or marijuana.

Look at this. The drone fly.

The green tea ant.
Way out of their zip code.

So, why did those guys
come to the party?

The same reason anyone else does-
the food.

But what I can't figure out is...

what type of food would attract
so many different species.

You're gonna check the contents of their
tiny, little bug stomachs now, aren't you?

You betcha. Wanna help?

No. No.

- Hey.
- Oh, Miss Montenegro...

I have found something
quite, quite interesting.

Now, the dimensions of the anterior
aspect of the left navicular...

are three millimeters less than the right.

- My God.
- Hmm.

How did you even notice that?

Well, when you have the kind
of intimate connection I have with feet...

you notice any irregularities
that might compromise them.

Right.

Oh, I don't mean to imply
that I'm a podophile.

- Excuse me?
- A foot fetishist.

Although I appreciate the beauty of feet...

and the intricate nature
of their constructions...

I have no desire to-to lick them
or p-paint them or-

Okay. That's okay. All right. Okay.

- Yeah.
- All right.

So, don't a lot of people
have skeletal asymmetry?

Oh. Yes. Which is why
Dr. Brennan probably missed it.

She doesn't spend a lot of time on feet,
I imagine.

Not important enough for her.

Ooh. Snap.

Oh, no, no. No, no.

I merely meant that this isn't genetic.

See, some kind of blade shaved
a small sliver of bone off the navicular...

and it was obviously
a much sharper blade...

than the one that severed his talus,
judging by the striae.

Wait a minute. Dylan was attacked
with two different weapons?

Oh, yeah. I know. I was surprised too.

Also, these are non-fixed radius striae...

which indicate that both blades
were straight and rigid.

And the cuts display smooth walls...

which means that the amount
of force necessary to do such a thing-

Dictates a power tool.

Or two power tools, since we're talking
about two different blades.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

That was seriously impressive.

Well, you Americans
can be quite enthusiastic.

Some of you.

So what did Dr. Footsie say?

It seems that the victim
was killed with some kind of power tool.

That's good, right?

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

Couldn't give the guy
some props for that?

No, I said that
his discovery might have value.

But you know that it does. You know that.

You just don't want someone like him
to be as good as someone like you...

with feet.

Just feet. I get it.

I get it.

But you really should apologize to him.

I already explained.

I know you did.
But come on, Bones, he's hurting.

All right? Whether you're right or wrong,
you leveled the guy.

He's a grown man.

Sometimes that makes it hurt more.

What makes us human, Bones...

is that we can feel
compassion and regret.

Why is this so important to you, Booth?

Because I know the kind
of person that you are...

and I think you should let
other people in on the secret too.

Right?

These are the tools from the body farm.

So do you want me
to input the blade profiles
into the imaging software?

Not necessary.

Not necessary.

But Dr. Brennan sent
all of these back here, so-

And I realize that. And I'd hate it if anyone
went to any unnecessary trouble.

But we know the cuts to the feet
were made by two different blades.

And the blow to the talus
cut off the right foot.

And the blow to the navicular
was vertical...

parallel to the bone.

Two separate injuries
made by two different blades.

Judging by the damage to the bone...

two separate blades
with identical force profiles.

So whoever killed our victim
used two circular saws...

both applied with equal pressure?

- Which is impossible.
- Exactly.

- Which is why, I posit,
the blades were connected.

- Yes.
- - Looks like opposing propellers.

How would something like that
cut him off horizontally at one ankle...

and vertically at the other?

Well, because he started standing up.

One of the blades cut him off at the ankle,
and he fell down.

The other blade ran him over,
taking a slice off the navicular.

In going over the particulates
that Dr. Hodgins found on the remains...

- I noticed grass.
- Yes. Marijuana.

Hmm? Oh, yes. Also regular grass.

Fescue and bluegrass.

Which means?

It's a riding mower.

Oh, my God.

The victim was killed
by someone on a ride-on lawn mower.

The blades severed the plantar arteries...

and he bled out.

Filmore, you did it.

- Oh!
- You're a genius.

Well- Oh!

Bug news. Big bug news.

All of the bugs
that we found on the pot leaves...

they all ingested this food gel
that's used by reptile breeders.

It's an insect super food.

Bugs smell this,
they come flying from miles around.

I also found traces of it on the sneakers.

Of course. This is so exciting.

Really? Why?

Well, the killer
covered Dylan's body in-in that gel.

It would have exponentially
increased insect activity.

Hastening decomposition
and completely obscuring time of death.

So we would get time of death wrong.

But wait. Wouldn't everyone
at that body farm know how to use that?

Yes, but from what Booth said,
only one of them had an alibi...

for what we thought was time of death.

I'm guessing...
because he knew he'd need one.

There was no trace of blood
on the blades...

because they'd recently
been cleaned with bleach.

How many times
do I have to tell you guys?

I was in Helsinki
when Dylan was murdered.

- You were back for three weeks, right?
- Yes.

Check my travel records, okay?
The university in Finland.

There-
There is no way I could've killed him.

Unless Dylan actually died
two weeks ago, Norman...

and not two months ago.

Right. There's a receipt here
with your name on it...

for two gallons of Gro-Fast bug food.

That sped up decomp
and gave you the perfect alibi.

You really think you
were smarter than Bones here?

Dylan contaminated your body
with his marijuana field.

That was your thesis project.

Simpkins said
you'd been working on it for a year.

Dylan comes along
and ruins it with his weed.

"Shallow Grave Decomposition
in Barren Soil."

It's quite an impressive project actually.

Barren soil.

I get back from Helsinki...

and his weed had spread
right over my remains.

$60,000 in student loans,
and I was gonna flunk because of him.

- You think that's right?
- No.

But killing him was worse.

Man, I didn't mean to.

I got the mower to cut it all down.

And he- he tried to stop me.

I told him to move.

But he didn't.

I mean-

I kept thinking he would move.

I'm sorry.

##

# You give me something to hold on to #

# I hear your voice
and it quiets my mind #

- What did I write my essay on?
- I used yours.

I tarted it up a little-
quoted Montaigne, David Foster Wallace.

- Oh.
- They're writers.

I know they're writers. I'm just-

You're telling me that if I wanted to...

I could simply go
to Columbia University in the fall?

Yes.

Mm.

Oh.

I see what's going on here.

Oh, thank God. I ju- I just-

I want what's best for you.

I know you do,
which is why you're testing me.

What?

Well, surprise. I've learned a lot from you.

I've learned to try hard
and not take shortcuts.

I've learned it's wrong to cheat.

Oh, really?

But what are you gonna do?

Here's what I'll do.

I'll work for a year and make money,
and I'll take extra courses...

and I'll get into Columbia on my own
and make you proud.

You already have.

I wanna be just like you.

That's sweet.

But I think you should aim a little higher.

It was wonderful meeting you,
Dr. Sweets.

I've enjoyed my visit.

- And you're leaving a hero.
- Oh, I'd hardly say.

I know. That's why I did.

So, did you talk to Dr. Brennan?

Oh, no.

But if you really care about your arm,
I seriously recommend-

Dr. Filmore.

What now?

Have I embarrassed you
in some way, Dr. Brennan?

I know the only reason I was here
was because you wanted the feet
that I possessed.

- Dr. Filmore-
- Do you deny it?

Was it my expertise
you sought when you called?

No. It wasn't.

You... are brilliant, Dr. Brennan.
I won't deny it.

But you are also a close-minded
and a thoughtless person.

Yes, I have heard that before...

which is why I wanted to
address the issue...

of the article I wrote in the journal.

Oh.

While I don't believe...

that forensic podiatry should be
recognized as a separate specialty...

I was remiss in my article...

not to have noted
your remarkable skill and expertise.

You are exceptional...

and I strongly doubt we would have
solved this case without your help.

For that, I am very grateful...

and pleased to have had
the opportunity to work with you.

Dr. Filmore.

- Oh!
- Oh!

- I'm so sorry.
- Sweets, what were you-

- I thought his arm would work.
- Don't trouble yourself.

I shouldn't have-
I shouldn't have been in the way.

I- No, I'm fine. I think.

It works.

Look at that.

I'm glad that you apologized
to the Canadian.

- I'm proud of you, Bones.
- I didn't apologize.

But I thought-

The word "apology" derives
from the ancient Greek apologia...

which means "a speech in defense."

When I defended what I said to him,
you told me that wasn't a real apology.

Why don't you think of a word
that means you feel bad...

for making someone else feel bad.

- Contrite.
- Ah!

From the Latin contritus, meaning...

"crushed by a sense of sin."

There. That's it. Contrite.

Okay. I'm happy that you "contrited"
to the Canadian.

Would you like to hear some more things
that I feel contrite about?

- There's more?
- Yes.

- I feel contrite that I think
your socks are silly.
- What?

Also, I am contrite...

that I think you're foolhardy
in the way you approach a cup of coffee.

How do I approach a cup of coffee?

You drink it without checking
the temperature...

and then you complain all day
that your tongue is burnt.

I feel contrite that I-
I think that's stupid.

Let's recap, okay? Foolhardy and stupid.

There's more.

You don't have to apologize
for things that you think.

Oh.

Believe me, if we had to be sorry
for every single thought.

- Like what?
- Oh, believe me,
I'm not gonna fall down that path.

I might say something
I'm gonna regret later. No way.

Regret. The word "regret"
derives from the Old French-

What's that mean?

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