All language subtitles for Bones S07E04 The Male in the Mail

If the post office can't deliver
or return a package,

it ends up here.

The dead
letter office.

They prefer
Mail Recovery Center.

I guess it sounds classier.

Twice a year,
we open the boxes,

put pricey stuff
in the auction bin,

cheap items go
in the garbage,

and the ones
in-between

sometimes disappear.

Isn't that stealing?

It's repurposing.

See, I can class it up, too.

Oh, nasty.

Old food.

That's an animal.

I found a dead cat once.

Early retirement
is looking good.

That's it--
I retire.

Welcome to the U.S.
Postal Service, kid.

This house would be
perfect for us.

Is it $30 million?

Because, you know,
I'm not a best-selling author.

No, it's very
reasonable.

I'll be
the judge of that.

Wow, look at that,
it's nice.

There's a pool.

Costa Rica?

There is a little
known tribe there

that I could study,

and it is a beautiful
country to raise a child.

- Very little crime.
- Crime?

I thrive off crime--
that's my job.

Well, with your
restrictions,

Booth, you make
it very difficult

to find something
in the D.C. area.

Wait, what
about Maryland?

Maryland's a great place.

The Bureau just
confiscated this...

Hey, shrimp.

Hey, Pops.

What are you doing here, huh?
Why didn't you call?

What, and
waste a dime?

Come on, have a seat, huh?

Oh, you look
just beautiful.

You know, I
never thought

I would be a great-
grandpa again.

Here, you want
to feel her kick?

So what...
what happened?

They kick you out
of the retirement home?

No.

- They put up with me.
- Mm-hmm.

Could we go somewhere else?

I-I don't want to talk here.

Why? Is everything
okay with you?

It's not me, Seeley,
it's your dad.

Oh, right.

What did he do this time?

He's gone.

He died Monday at the V.A.

Oh, no, I'm...
I'm so sorry, Booth.

What happened?

Liver failure.

I guess that drinking
finally caught up with him.

Hm. Doesn't surprise me.

Booth.

Great.

All right,
we're on our way.

Just text me
the address.

Okay, let's go.
We got a case.

I'm sure someone else
can handle it, Booth.

- Why?
- Seeley,

I know how you felt.

Then you shouldn't be surprised
how I reacted, huh?

You got a key
to my place.

Make yourself at home,
we'll have

some grilled cheese later on.

Come on, Bones, let's go.

Take care of him,
Temperance.

Ready?

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Another day,
another crime.

The wear on the lower incisors

and mandibular angle indicate
a male in his early 20s.

This body part was dismembered
at a cervical vertebra.

This box shows a slice

at the acromial processes
of both scapulae.

This is certainly
a first for me.

Me, too-- I have
never seen this part

of the post office before.
- Yes.

I thought they sent
the dismembered bodies

to a completely
different place.

That's, uh, whoa,
wow, oh, God.

I agree.

But it's packed very nicely.

I wonder if the killer does
gift wrapping on the side.

Well, we almost
wrapped up here?

Does this look like a
routine case to you, Seeley?

Are you sure you're okay, Booth?

Would you stop?
I'm fine.

Is something wrong?

Nope.
His dad died.

Oh, my God.

Really? Why would
you say that?

What? I was just trying
to be supportive

by adopting a matter-
of-fact demeanor,

like you.

If you'd like to...
I don't.

I just want to know who sliced
and diced this guy up

and put him in boxes.

That's all I'd like to know.

♪ Bones 7x04 ♪
The Male in the Mail
Original Air Date on December 1, 2011

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪ ♪

The body lipids combined
with the packing materials

and transformed the tissue
into an adipocerous gel.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure

my middle school served
this for dessert.

Unless we can separate them,
the packing material is going

to contaminate any tests
I run on the tissue.

And I need to separate
these bones

before there's any more
chemical damage to them.

I've got just
what you need, Clark.

This little puppy is
a plycimer laser.

Now, who wants
to hear it bark?

Aren't those used

for eye surgery?
- Yeah.

Gotta be an eye
in here somewhere, right?

Now, I've set it so that
it'll zip through the goop

and separate it
from the cardboard.

Hm.

Can't we just cut the box open?

But I already
signed this out.

And it's much cooler.

Trust me.

Okay.

Okay, I think.

Here we go.

Okay, that is cool.

And once the bones
are removed, we can separate

the packing material from the
decomposed organs and tissue.

Excellent, Dr. Hodgins.

Yeah.

Okay.

- Okay, ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, uh, tray.

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen,
our first bone.

And only 205 more
to go.

Okay, my turn.

Oh, hey, hey!
I called dibs.

Hey, but... I'm the boss.

Oh, uh-huh.

For you, sir.

What's this?

I had an evidence
response team

run the shipping information
from the packages.

Who requested this?

I figured you'd want them and
I know how busy you are, so...

Uh, it turns out that neither
the shipping addresses

nor the return
addresses exist.

Ah, so the labels were created
so the body would end up

in the dead letter office.

Exactly.

Maybe we can find out where
these labels were created.

I'm gonna call...

I actually
sent them over to Ms. Montenegro

at the Jeffersonian.

I figured that's
what you would do.

You know, Shaw,

I am not authorized
to give you a raise.

You're the best agent
in the department, sir.

I just really wanted
the opportunity

to work with you,

and if I can help during
this time of your loss...

Oh, so the techs were talking
at the scene.

They were concerned.

We all are.

There's a chopped-up body at
the lab, so if you want to help,

let's just focus
on the case, right?

Yeah, okay, of course.

Um, the boxes
containing the remains

were packed to
the specifications

of the American Society
for Testing and Materials,

and they're the gold
standard in shipping.

So, professionally packed

and shipped but never intended
to reach a destination.

That's a great way
to get rid of a body.

You found an anomaly,
Dr. Edison?

Yes, as I was cleaning the
bones, I noticed a sesamoid...

An ossified node?

Where was it?

Huh?

Oh, uh, it was on the,
um, second metacarpal,

on the left hand.

Have you determined
the weapon that...

that, uh, dismembered
the victim?

Um...

The lack of kerf marks would
suggest that we're looking

for a toothless blade,

s-something uniform

with vertical
striations that, uh...

Dr. Edison, is
there a problem?

You're staring at my breasts.

Oh, oh, no, no, oh, I-I'm sorry,
Dr. Brennan, uh,

but you were, um...

Look, there was a whole lot
of activity going on there,

and I was just thinking,

you know, maybe I could
help you out.

Not meaning like that,
because I would never...

Tender and
swollen breasts

are common
in the third trimester.

- Of course.
- It's very uncomfortable.

My bra size has increased
by two cup sizes.

I hadn't noticed.

Well, it's
quite obvious.

You should be more
observant, Dr. Edison.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Oh, I see now.

They are much larger.

Can I just, uh,
focus on these remains?

Yes.

I need a weapon
and Booth needs an I.D.,

so run a search using
the victim's dental X-rays.

- Of course.
- I need to find some ice packs.

Maybe that will help.

Dental X-rays,
weapon, ice packs.

So when you create

a shipping label
on the post office Web site,

you can enter whatever

shipping and return
address you want.

Which is what the killer did,

which is why we can't
trace him as the shipper.

Yeah.

What the killer didn't know

was that to help track
performance,

the postal service gathers
other information

when the label is created.

It's all here,
and it's called the QR code.

It tells you where

the label was created.

You're fast.

I have to be; I work
with Agent Booth.

Well, I'm sure he'll give you
a gold star for this, then.

Body was shipped from
the Ship 'n' Print

in Hyattsville, Maryland.

I can't believe I'm getting
to work with you people.

Yeah, we're
pretty awesome, huh?

Yeah.

I have a six-month-old
at home,

so I'm doing all of this
on no sleep.

You know, you, you don't have
to come along, Bones.

I could have
brought Agent Shaw.

There could be evidence
at the scene.

Ah, right.

You know, I-I really am
okay about my father,

so, you know, you don't
have to worry about me.

All right?

The Buddhists believe that
anger only brings more anger.

To be at peace, one must...

I appreciate your
concern, Bones,

I really do, but I am
at peace with this.

Okay?

You don't seem
peaceful, Booth.

You really want to help?

I got a great idea.

What do you say we talk
about something else?

Let's talk about you.

My breasts are very sore.

Would you mind if I spent
the evening naked?

Sure, yeah, that's
fine with me.

No complaints here,
that's great.

See, now, isn't this
a better conversation?

Oh.

Brennan.

Yes.

Thank you, Dr. Edison.

He matched the dentals.

The victim was Oliver Lawrence.

Lawrence? Lawrence?
Look in the file.

Wasn't there a Lawrence that
worked at the Ship 'n' Print?

Yes. Oliver Lawrence.

He worked there for five years.

He was reported

missing last May.

Striations don't match.

Hey, how much of this
artificial bone do we have?

Why?

We're out of weapons.

Modern ones.

So it is time
to get medieval.

Huh?

Borrowed these
from our friends

over at the antiquities
department.

- Oh, God.
- Yeah.

This one--
this one is Viking.

Comes from the funeral boat
of Gunnar the Angry.

Okay, this is ridiculous,
Dr. Hodgins.

Do you think our killer used
a thousand-year-old battle axe?

Hey, good scientist
never assumes.

Would you like to do the honors?

All right.

Nope!

What else do you have?

A scimitar.

Oh, yeah, that'll do.

Ship 'n' Print.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Welcome to the Ship 'n' Print.

How may I help you with
your copying and shipping needs?

Well, it's the afternoon.

Afternoon, okay.
Uh, FBI.

Like to talk
to your manager.

Uh, yeah.

He's-He's-He's in the back.

That's an interesting
Bhavacakra.

- What?
- The pendant on his neck.

Really? Now?

Well, it's a Buddhist
wheel of life.

This symbol represents
the poison of anger.

Like I said before,
Booth, anger is...

Okay, enough with
the baklava, okay?

I just want to talk
to the manager.

It's carved from a thigh bone
of a thousand-year-old holy man.

Based on the rough edges

and the lack of discoloration,

that bone is not more than
20 years old.

Brennan.

We figured out what
dismembered the body.

A guillotine.

The killer used a guillotine?

Whoa, wait a second.
Guillotine?

Where do you even
find one of those?

Room 114--

French Revolution
exhibit.

We tried everything.

A guillotine is the only weapon
that has a smooth blade

and the correct force profile.

Okay, guillotine it is.
Thanks.

Great. Okay, so did you ever
ship and pack a guillotine?

No. That would take
a lot of bubble wrap.

I want to talk to the manager.

I don't want
to deal with this guy.

What's that?

Oliver was one of the best
employees I ever had.

He had a magic touch
with the velobinder.

You really think
he's really dead?

Yes, and dismembered.

- No blood.
- Oh, well, you know what,

Lots of solvent around here.

The killer could have
cleaned up.

You think he was sliced up
on my paper cutter?

The imperfections
on the blade

appear to be consistent with

striations on
the victim's bones.

I'm feeling a little sick.

Oh, join the club.

So any other employees
have problems with Oliver?

No, everybody loved him.

The crew I had back when Oliver
was here, they were tight.

What do you mean,
"back when"?

Did you have
a recent turnover?

Everybody's new,
except for Tony out front.

What happened?

That happened.

Oh, jackpot winners, huh?

You won the lottery.

The four of us bought
a ticket together.

15 million each?

Yeah, then the other three
called in rich and quit.

Why not you?

Where would I go?

They thought I was nuts.

But I love this place.

Gives me a purpose.

The copy shop?

We ship, too.

What about
Oliver and Tony?

Why didn't you include them
in the lottery pool?

We invited Oliver, but he didn't
believe in gambling.

And Tony was at his herbalist.

They're all lying.

Oliver Lawrence was part
of the lottery pool.

How do you know
they were lying?

Uh, I examined the numbers
that they played.

I found Oliver's birthday,
his childhood street address

and his high school
basketball number.

Okay, but the odds of finding
four disparate personality types

willing to participate
in a murder this brutal

are very remote.

The likeliest scenario is

one person killed Oliver
for the ticket,

the others found out and traded
silence for shares in the win.

That works for me.

Whoa, wait-wait-
wait a second.

We can't confront these
people-- you understand?

All they're gonna
do is lawyer up.

And with all the money
they just made, it's--

the investigation is
gonna stall out for years.

So we don't confront them.

We ask for their help.

Cam was able to do a preliminary
tox screen on the victim.

Nothing extraordinary,
except he drank a lot of coffee.

Ship 'n' Print is
open 24 hours a day.

Anybody's gonna need
a little caffeine

to get them
through the night shift.

We still don't know
what killed the victim?

Dr. Edison found some
defensive wounds,

and he's determining if
one was cause of death.

What are you doing?

Oh. Shaw had some of
the FBI techs bring over

this copy machine.

I'm going to see what

shipping info is stored
in the copier's memory.

Oh.

You need the whole machine
to do that?

Shaw didn't want Booth to think
that she overlooked anything.

How's he doing, by the way?

I don't know.

He won't talk about it.

Yeah, well...

can't imagine losing my dad.

I should be able to help
Booth, shouldn't I?

Yeah, but what
he's going through,

it's not your fault.

But you would be able
to help Hodgins.

Booth could help me.

What would you do?

Booth loves you,
Brennan, not me.

It doesn't matter
what anybody else would do.

You have to figure out
what you can give him

that nobody else can.

Oh, great.

387 packages were shipped
on the day he went missing.

Good luck.

Sheila Burnside has
certainly grown

since the lottery photo
was taken.

Oh, with all that money,
I'm telling you,

she can afford to grow.

Says that she met Hugh while
working at Ship 'n' Print.

They've been married
for three years.

Oh, there he is.

Connor Trammel--

manager of Ship 'n' Print, hm?

He doesn't talk to the others.

That's interesting.

There is Ralph Berti.

Started working
at Ship 'n' Print

after a bitter divorce
wiped him out.

So you think

showing them old mug
shots is gonna help?

It's the same principle
as a Rorschach test.

Allows them to open up
and drop their defenses.

Right.

I'm Special
Agent Booth.

This here is my associate,
Dr. Lance Sweets.

I can help with grief
counseling, if necessary.

Uh, yeah, Connor told us
what happened to Oliver,

and it's just awful.

So, we just want to help.

Right?

- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, perhaps you can
help us find his killer.

Yeah. We have some customers
here from Ship 'n' Print

who have criminal
records for assault.

Maybe you recognize someone who
had an altercation with Oliver.

For sure. Definitely.

We'd get a lot of
creeps in there.

I remember him.

Don't you?

Yeah.

Uh, you know what?
I do.

He was a real
trouble maker.

He, uh, he stole a box
of yellow highlighters once.

I don't remember him.

You're kidding, Connor.
I do.

Me, too. Definitely.

He screamed at me once.
Right, Hugh?

And then, uh,

you reported it to Conner.

No, you didn't.

Yeah, I did.

Maybe you have a reason
to protect him, Connor.

You all have it out for me
because I stayed.

You have to admit,
it's pretty whacked.

Yeah, I mean, there
was a lot of money,

and you just stayed.

Excuse us for a moment.

We just need to, uh,
run that suspect

back through our system.

Just keep looking.

Yeah, Sheila knew that
fingering one of those mug shots

would've taken the
heat right off of her.

Yeah, but her husband is
clearly the submissive one.

He's the one who'll crack.

She could've gotten
him to kill Oliver.

Did you see the way--

I mean, he's a piece of work.

Hold on. Booth.

Every time an employee uses
the printer at Ship 'n' Print,

they have to punch in
an I.D. code first.

Wait, well,
who printed the labels?

Ralph Berti.

Ralph Berti.

Thank you.

I didn't kill Oliver.

I liked him. Kind of.

Kind of?

He was a goody two-shoes,
you know?

A reformed drinker,
did everything by the book.

Not really a fun guy.

Oh, so you figured he wouldn't
enjoy all those millions.

No, no, not like that.

We know Oliver picked some of
the winning numbers, Ralph.

He should have gotten
the money, too, right?

Okay.

The five of us
bought the ticket together.

We were saving his share
until he came back.

We didn't kill him for it.

Amazing how these four are
always changing their story

all the time.

That is the truth, I swear.

Right, I would believe you,

but we have these.

These are logs of the employee
codes used on the printer.

All right? The labels for
the boxes that contained

Oliver's body parts, all right,

they were all posted
using your code.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not kidding.

- Does it look like I'm kidding?
- No.

Everybody used my code because
it was one-two-three-four.

It doesn't get easier
than that, right?

If you check
the printer memory,

I'll bet 90% of the time,
the code that was used was mine.

I still haven't been able
to determine cause of death.

There are microfractures on
the third and fourth left ribs.

And on his left radius.

Defensive wounds
consistent with a fistfight.

So there was a struggle
before he was killed.

I did find kerf marks
on his right acromion.

Ah, very small kerf marks.

And they're on
the right greater tubercle.

And on his right
olecranon.

The victim struggles
with his assailant and then

is struck multiple times
on the right side,

with something that approximates
a tiny saw.

Good work, Dr. Edison.

But I have no answers.

You will.

I wouldn't hire a fool.

I suppose that's true.
Thank you.

Oh! And I'm glad

to see that your breasts seem
to be feeling better.

I beg your pardon?

Your... Before you said
I should observe...

Ice packs.

I'll just study the kerf marks.

Don't burn the garlic.

I don't want Temperance
to come home to burnt garlic.

I never burn
the garlic.

I do it just the
way you taught me.

I don't think so.

Come on, look--
it's simmering, huh?

Sorry... I guess
I miss bossing you around.

You sure you got to take off
tomorrow?

Yes. I'll deliver these to the VA,
and then I'm back.

So what are all
those papers for?

Oh, probate forms,

insurance claims,
pension documents,

Social Security forms.

- You got to sign these.
- Me?

I have to sign 'em? Why?
I haven't seen him in 20 years.

- You're next of kin.
- Well, so are you.

So is Jared.

No, your father made you
sole executor and beneficiary.

Beneficiary?

Having him for a father
wasn't exactly a benefit, Pops.

Seeley...

Look, you were my father.

All right? He was never
there for me.

You raised me, not him.

He was never there, understand?

You don't have
to defend him to me.

I wasn't.

I was just trying to remind you
that he was my son.

Good or bad, he was my son.

And I got to tell you,
I'm a little disappointed

that you don't seem to see
the hurt I'm feeling.

I'm sorry, Pops.

You don't think I know
what it was like for you?

You don think
I don't feel responsible?

I raised him.

Don't you feel responsible
for your boy?

Now, Seeley,

we're family.

We got to get through this
together.

You're right.

Okay, anything for you, Pops.

Anything.

Look at the sauce.

I don't want
to burn the garlic.

The boiling point

for the polystyrene
is higher

than the lipids by
15 degrees Celsius.

So you can
separate the liquids

from the tissue sticking
to the packing peanuts.

And skim off the solids
and particulates

as it simmers.

Excuse me.

Ooh! This looks
like a piece of

sternocleidomastoid muscle.
- Well, be my guest.

All those chunks are yours.

There's something in here.

Looks like a piece of tape.

Hmm.

Well, some of the packing
material probably stuck to it

while it was decomposing.

No. It's embedded
in the muscle.

It was here when he died.

But how did it get there?

Well, Ralph's story checks out.

96% of the jobs on the printer
were done using Ralph's code.

Now, I found something else
in the printer's memory.

This was taken
two days before

Oliver was murdered.
Why would someone

photocopy their buttocks?

Well, I guess they were

doing some kinky
calisthenics on the job.

But look at this.

Look at the hand
next to the butt.

Didn't Clark say

there was a bone growth
on the victim's left hand?

Yes. A sesamoid.

Which means that

this tush was making
whoopee with the victim.

So now we just have to
figure out whose tush this is.

The lighter area
indicates where the ischia

are pressing
onto the copier.

The darker areas are flesh.

Can you measure the
ischial tuberosities

in her pelvic girdle?

Yeah.

24.3 centimeters.

Those are some narrow hips.

Only about five percent of women
have hips that narrow.

There was only one woman
among the lottery winners.

Enlarge the woman,

focusing on her hips.

Narrow hips.

So, Sheila

lures him to the copier,
kills him, and then,

takes his share of the money so
she can get a new pair of boobs.

Ah! Here they are.

Thank you so much for coming in
on such short notice.

Please have a seat.
Let me get this for you.

You're welcome.

New chairs.

I don't know
what you're after, so

I'm going to lay out the rules.

We will listen to anything
you have to say,

but my client will not be
answering any of your questions.

Okay. You know what?
You're free to go.

Thanks for coming.

- Uh, that's it?
- Mm-hmm.

You brought me down here
for this?

Do you have any idea
what this guy charges?

Well, I'm sure you'd
be able to pay for it.

What the hell is she doing?

Oh, this seat cushion is made
from compression foam.

It's engineered to capture
orthotic modeling.

I'm using it to measure your
client's ischial tuberosities.

- My what?
- Your ass-bones.

You see, they're like
fingerprints in your pants.

They're a match, Booth.

- This is her.
- Whoa. Well, look at that.

Those are Oliver's hands
on your butt

two days before
he was murdered.

So, it seems like

we might have something

to talk about after all.

- Okay, that doesn't mean any...
- Do not talk!

Not one word.

We did it a few times.

But it didn't
mean anything.

Yeah, but I'm sure it would have
meant something to your husband.

And you didn't want
him to find out, so,

you killed him.
- I'm a slut, not a killer.

Shut up.

Hugh knows all about it.

I told him everything

after we broke things off.

Oh, and then, two days later,

Oliver was killed.

Where was your husband
the night Oliver died?

Hugh wouldn't kill anyone.

I hate my job.

Any progress?

I've combed the
weapons database

for knives, saws,
cooking implements,

but I just can't find a
match for these kerf marks.

Not your day for weapons
identification, huh?

Why, thank you.

Hadn't crossed my mind.

So I assume you found
something wonderfully relevant.

Not to rub it in,
but I did, actually.

The tape had more
than just muscle tissue on it.

It also contained a piece
of an artery.

- We found a cause of death.
- Yup.

- Whatever the weapon was...
- Mm-hmm.

...hit the right
sternocleidomastoid muscle

and severed the right
subclavian artery.

Leaving behind that tape.

Maybe the handle
on the weapon was loose,

and they tried
to tape it up?

Maybe.

You mind
if I take a look at that?

Yeah. Go nuts.

I think I found our weapon.

Hey.

Is this a bad time, kiddo?

No, it's not a bad time.

I took everything
to the V.A.

I would've
done that for you, you know.

I don't think so.

Besides, they had
some stuff for me.

You know, Pops, you don't have
to go so soon.

You can stay
as long as you want.

Well, you see,

tonight's movie night,

and I have this little
lady friend

that likes it when
the lights go out.

You understand?

I think so, Pops, yeah.

But before I go, I... I want
to read you this letter.

It was among your
father's things.

No. Too late for that.

Now, wait a minute.

The letter's to
me, not to you.

Just shut up and listen.

There's a lot here
about growing up.

Blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah.

Oh, here we are.

"I didn't write a letter
to Seeley

"because I knew he'd rip up
anything I sent him,

"and he should.

"If you can find a way,

"let him know I loved him.

"He and Jared deserved
a better father than me.

A father..."

"A father as good as I had."

"Thank you for raising him

to be the man I could never be."

So, what do you want me
to do with that, Pop?

Nothing.

I'm just glad you listened.

Do what you want
with what you heard.

It's up to you.

He left something else.

I don't want that.

Open it or don't open it.

They told me
to give it to you.

Oh, son, listen...

I know you wish

some things could have
been resolved.

Closure, they
call it.

But life is just a lot
of loose ends.

So smile.

Love that woman you have,

and love that new little girl
that you're going to have.

Right, Pops.

- Thanks.
- All right.

Oh, careful now.
I'm brittle.

All right.

Thanks, Pops.

The weapon that left
those marks on the bone

was a tape gun.

- A tape gun?!
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but we're talking

about a heavy-duty,
industrial-sized tape gun.

Now, these are
the three models

that the Ship 'n'
Print chain uses.

Can you go close on the teeth
and match them to the marks?

Yeah.

We have
our murder weapon.

The kerf marks are on the
victim's right acromion,

right greater tubercle,
right olecranon.

Which makes our assailant
a lefty.

Now, he blocked the first blow.

And the second
one dazed him.

The third blow

severed his
subclavian artery.

And left the tape in

the sternocleidomastoid muscle.

So who's our lefty?

Thank you. So kind of you to
come in and visit us again.

You have a
seat, please.

- Don't sit.
- Don't sit. Right.

So you are aware that your wife
was having an affair, correct?

No comment.

No comment. Okay.

You don't want to know
what was happening?

Uh-uh. No.

Right. Okay, so your lawyer

represents your
wife, Sheila, too.

So, is your lawyer
working for you

or for her?

For both of them.

That a conflict of interest.

Is it?

Right. Did he

show you this photocopy?

We're leaving.

You seem real mad about that.

Oh, one last
thing there.

Oh!

Hey, nice catch there, lefty.

It's gotta be
Hugh Burnside, right?

He had means, motive,
opportunity.

It doesn't matter.

It's all circumstantial,
all right?

Lawyer's just gonna get
the judge to cut him loose.

So just have him sign
the paperwork and wave bye-bye.

Let me go through
my notes one more time.

There's got to be something...
Shaw, it's just not

the way it works.

We don't have
enough evidence yet.

I really, I-I wanted you to know

that you could count on me.

Listen to me, Shaw.

Get over it.

This case is not about you.

- What?
- What we do is teamwork.

You thinking that the only way
I'm gonna respect you

is if you hand me
this final piece of the puzzle

is not teamwork, it's ego.

All right?

Okay.

Um, I'm gonna go back

and get Burnside
to sign these documents.

Okay.

Any luck with
the packing material?

Yeah, there's something--
a sliver or something--

jammed into the side
of this packing peanut.

Almost missed it.

It's the same color
as the polystyrene.

Well, let me know once you
run it through the GC Mass Spec.

Uh, hold on a second.

I might need Clark for this one.

It's bone.

I've been over this
skeleton a dozen times,

and this piece of bone
doesn't fit anywhere.

Let me take a look.

Did you know that
cabbage leaves

are recommended to
soothe sore breasts?

Apparently, the phytochemicals
in the plant...

I spent the evening naked, so
my breasts are actually feeling

much better today, thank you.

Ah.

Naked.

Well, good then.

Dr. Edison,

did you compare the number
and size of bony spicules

in this splinter
to a histological section

from our victim's skeleton?

No, I just assumed it
was from our victim.

Which was clearly
a mistake.

It came from a Buddhist
necklace made from human bone.

Oh.

You have any idea

why all the phony
return addresses got printed

when you worked
the graveyard shift?

They did?

That's, that's weird.

Yeah.

What's more,
we visited a few people

who received those packages.

And they all cooperated because
they didn't want to go to jail.

Their packages
contained psilocybin.

You know, magic
mushrooms, right?

You're a dealer--
you were selling drugs

and you were shipping them
at night.

That doesn't mean
that I killed anyone.

Right.

Agent Shaw.

Final piece of the puzzle.

I'll let you do the honors.

This is a chip of bone
from your pendant.

It was in the box that
contained Oliver's head.

The box also contained
psilocybin spores.

Magic mushrooms.

Oliver got all
"drugs are bad," okay,

so he took
the package.

He said he was going
to call the police.

I got people depending on me,

so I took the package back.
We fought, yes.

I didn't want to.

I'm, I'm all about nonviolence.

You beat him with a tape gun.

You sliced his neck
and you killed him.

I have been nonviolent
for over 25 years.

I-I lost it for five minutes.

I'd say overall that's,
that's really not that bad

in the scheme of things, right?

Right?

♪ Something about the cadence
in which she spoke ♪

♪ Just let you know ♪

♪ That one way or other,
you'd never be the same ♪

♪ Maybe it was the way
that she used your full name ♪

♪ To ask you if it might yet be
the right time... ♪

So Tony is going
to be locked up

for years, huh?

Plenty of time for him to
contemplate the Wheel of Life

and his baklava.

No-- Bhavacakra.

Do you miss
your father, Booth?

Why? He's been
gone for 20 years.

No.

Are you going
to open the box?

You know I really don't
want to talk about this.

But I do,

and I might say
the wrong thing, but

for the time being,
we are sharing our lives,

and that means
you can't shut me out, Booth.

What's the point?

Aw! Seriously?

That's...

Bones, I...

Quantum physicists
have postulated

that the way we experience time
is an illusion,

that it doesn't happen
in a linear way,

that past and present--

in reality,
there's no difference.

Bones, what are you trying
to get at?

You do have some good memories
of your father.

You've told me that.

There was the time
when the river froze

and he woke you up at midnight
to go skating,

and the time
you were sweeping up

at his barbershop
when he put on Louis Prima

and pretended the electric razor
was a microphone.

Well...

And the World Series.

Your one perfect
day together.

Those good times
with your dad

are happening
right now.

They'll always
be happening.

You deserve to keep those alive.

I did that, right?

Those are the...

...a base hit!

They're gonna have everybody
on-- the bases are loaded!

...Washington
the on-deck hitter.

It is two strikes
on Willie Wilson.

Bases loaded.

Two outs.

What pressure...

Oh and one.

The crowd will tell you
what happens.

Well, the Philadelphia Phillies
are the world champions!

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