All language subtitles for Bones S08E03 The Gunk in the Garage

You've got to be kidding me.

800 bucks for a stroller?

I have done
extensive research, Booth.

This is the best stroller
on the market.

Plus, the design
is beautiful.

And it's cerise.

It has a name?

Color. Cerise is a color.

Look, I only paid 500
bucks for my first car.

I can afford it.
No.

We've been through this.

All our expenses are split
right down the line.

You're too sensitive.

It's just money.

Rich people always say that.

That's what they say. Mm-hmm.

Well, didn't you say that you
might be getting a raise soon?

And until then, Christine will
be fine in a cheaper stroller

that's a color people
have heard of, like...

Don't do that.
Not that look, please.

Don't give me
the sad eyes.

Please.
Ah, come on.

No, I'm not looking.
I'm driving.

Come on.
Just keep driving.

Oh, you were never able to
do this look before the baby.

What did the
baby do to you?

Brennan.

Oh.

Okay.

All right,
I'll be right there.

There was an explosion
in the parking garage

of the Baird Hotel.

Let's go. Hold on.

Booth.

Yeah, hey, Caroline.

If this is about the
explosion at the Baird Hotel,

we were already on our way.

What? Wait a second.
Why not?

Wait, I always go with Bones.

Okay, okay, I'm...

Wh... Oh, wow.

What is it?
She just hangs up on me.

I don't know.

Caroline needs to see
me in the office.

I guess I'll just have to meet
you at the crime scene later.

Okay.

Cerise?

I'll pick up one of these
on the way.

No, no.

I can stop at the store.

It won't take a second.

No, no, no.
Please?

I've got another piece
over here.

More bags, please.

When they said, "bomb," they
weren't kidding, right?

Seems that the victim
left the hotel

to get to his car
and kaboom.

Ah, it's a good argument
for valet parking.

How many victims?

Well, no duplication
of organs so far.

Looks like just the one.

Lone victim could mean
a targeted hit.

Well, we're gonna be here
for a while.

The body parts are spread
over most of the third floor.

Yeah, his body was blown
pretty much everywhere.

Here, found this chunk
of mystery muscle

wedged in the undercarriage.

It's pharynx, but thank you
all the same, Dr. Hodgins.

No cratering under the car,
so it wasn't a chassis bomb.

The stall amplified
the blast.

So, since the walls
are actually solid concrete,

the blast wave bounced off them
and shot out like a cannon.

Maybe, you don't sound
so happy about it.

It's kind of creepy.

Nah, I've loved
combustion variables

ever since I blew up
the multipurpose room

for my middle school
science fair project.

First time I made it
onto a watch list.

Yeah, that's a lot less creepy.

The bomb techs said that
when the gas tank blew,

it turned the stall
into a blast furnace.

So, no VIN number.

No license plates left.

I have to study the victim's
bones back at the lab

in order to do
a proper identification.

Picking up a bouquet
of sodium nitrate,

ammonium nitrate,

ooh, just a hint of what?

Sour milk or-- what is that--
rotten eggs?

I know that smell.

It's intestines and stomach.

Stomach and intestines
can be useful,

so if you can keep an eye out...
Found 'em.

Oh, don't move, Dr. Hodgins.

Mm-mm, wouldn't think of it.

Okay.

Um, could you take the
big pieces off first?

Hmm.

Just a couple more little ones.

♪ Bones 8x03 ♪
The Gunk in the Garage
Original Air Date on October 1, 2012

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
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The body suffered an immediate

and complete disruption.

Burns, lacerations, contusions.

Soft tissue was extensively mangled.

The skull was severed
at the atlas and axis.

All right, I'm no coroner,

but I'm saying the cause of
death was a humongous explosion.

The coroner concurs.

Osteon density of the victim's
femur suggests mid-40s.

I'm gonna start
a facial reconstruction.

Can I borrow the skull before
you pull the gunk off of it?

Oh, here's
some nose to go with.

Yummy.

Check out this plastic.

Propylene.

It's an UltraGulp cup.

The plastic on this one
fragmented outward,

so the killer must have used it
to conceal the bomb.

Which means we can
narrow our suspect down

to anyone with access
to an UltraGulp cup.

The case practically
solves itself.

Look, Caroline, I gotta go.

I can't wait any longer.

If you need me,
just call my cell.

All right, start with the, uh,
hotel security, you know.

They should have
surveillance tapes.

Daisy's gonna be gone
for five days,

so I have to figure
out what to buy her.

Sweets, a guy just blew up.

Sorry.

Why do you have
to buy her a gift?

I like buying her things.

Okay, you know what
you would say to me?

You'd say you were
overcompensating.

Over... why would I
be overcompensating?

Wow, you're a
little defensive.

No, I'm not. Am I?

Little bit.
I don't think so.

Just a little bit, there.

I just left you a message.

Cherie, I need to see you
in your office.

Oh, no, no, no, we're going
to the Baird Hotel, you know.

We're gonna go look
at some surveillance tapes.

Seeley Booth!

When I drag myself out
of the relative comforts

of my cramped office,
it means that it's urgent.

Sweet Pea will get the tapes.

You been to Blockbuster, right?

Mm-hmm.
Same principle.

No, no, no, he can't go alone.
That's not protocol.

Fine, fine.

You, are you an agent?

Uh, yes, ma'am, Special
Agent Olivia Sparling.

I'm new here.

You'll do.

Someone went boom
at the Baird.

Find out who did it
and bring 'em to justice.

Easy peasy.
Dr. Sweets will fill you in.

Ain't no easy peasy
about this, okay?

This is my case.

Don't be possessive, cherie.

Now it's their case, too.
What?

And your bosses say you are mine
until further notice.

You two are working together.

Ah, but...

You heard the man. Lovely.

Now let's stroll
to your office.

Looks like we're
working together.

Why did she call you doctor?

Because I'm a doctor.

I'm a psychologist,
a profiler.

You got to be kidding.

I'm working with a shrink.

I'm more than just a shrink.

Okay?

The bureau gave me a gun, okay?

I should take the lead
on questioning people.

It's kind of my thing.

Just don't shoot me.

I was having lunch
at the commissary,

minding my own
ham and rye,

when my boss came up steaming
that he was going

to get the DOJ bean counters
to look into your budget.

Why? We have the highest
conviction rate in the district.

And the highest cost
per conviction.

And they're blaming me, too,
'cause I work with you people.

So, you're gonna have to justify
your department's expenses

at the quarterly budget review.

Me? No, not me.

I work in the
field. Here.

That's why
you are doing it.

Big burly agent like you will
intimidate the pencil necks.

I'd waive your gun around
a little, too, if I were you.

There's got
to be someone else here.

I'm sorry, cherie,
but there is no one

burlier or cuter than you.

Stop.

The good news is,
if you get that budget through,

your boss says there's
a promotion in it for you.

You won't have to run around
getting shot at anymore.

Sorry, did you say promotion?

With a raise.

You do like money, right?
Yes.

You just go through all the
supplies we used last quarter,

cost for extra manpower,
techs and such.

Um, then estimate the cost
for the coming quarter.

Uh, supplies?

Kevlar vests, uh, ammo,
toner for the printers.

Toner?

The government doesn't function
without toner, cherie.

So, the explosive
that powered the bomb

had a methylammonium
nitratemetha base.

It's commercial grade,
but, unfortunately,

that means it could have been
made by any number of companies.

Maybe this will help you.

I found it embedded
in a piece of his liver.

It's inorganic.

It's part of a wire
and some metal fragments.

This could be part
of the detonator.

That would help narrow
down the source of the bomb.

Well, yeah, but...

you should have given this
to the FBI bomb squad.

Yeah, but they're backlogged

and you seem to enjoy
explosions so much.

You are the best boss ever.

I know, but I also figured
this would prevent you

from blowing up things
in the lab.

It will, right?

Uh...

The hotel is very upset
and deeply saddened

by the tragedy
in our parking structure.

It's always sad
whenever anyone explodes.

That's why we need to see
your security tapes.

And I want to give them to you,

but you understand I have to go
through the legal department.

We have many important guests.

This is a murder investigation,
Mr. Franklin.

Of course,
but there are procedures.

If you all had a warrant...

You're stalling.
I don't have time for stalling.

Uh, Agent Sparling,
I think

if we just explain
to Mr. Franklin...

Who paid you to plant a bomb?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You didn't get a Breitling watch

or Prada shoes on a
rent-a-cop's salary.

I'm not saying anything.

You come back with a warrant,
you'll get your tapes.

Agent Sparling,
if we just made it clear

to Mr. Franklin
it's in his best interest...

I'm not leaving you alone
to erase those tapes, got it?

I want to speak to my lawyer.

Great, you can call him
from the FBI office.

We're taking you into custody.

You had something
to say, Doctor?

Oh, no, I was just thinking
maybe it be a good idea

to keep him from lawyering up,

but we're past that now,
so let's just...

If I get this promotion,

I wouldn't be in
the field as much,

but, hey, that could be
a good thing, you know.

But you'd be behind a desk.
You'd hate that.

But I would get a raise,
and I would love that.

A desk job?

It's like caging an animal.

You're meant to
run free, Booth.

Look, I can't be in the field
forever. I mean, come on.

I've got to think of other,
you know, important things.

There's Christine,
you know, and Parker.

You sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

I mean, hey, this...
this is...

this office stuff is
really interesting.

Do you know how many
dry eraser markers

the Bureau goes through
in three months?

I... Sweets!

Sweets, hey!

How was the hotel,
and the, uh, you know,

security tapes?

Oh. Good. Yeah.

Once the hotel found out
Franklin was a suspect,

they handed over everything.

Yeah. And?

There are 83 cameras

and over 1,900
hours of footage.

It's going to take a while to go
through them, so I'm gonna...

Booth was about to tell me
how many dry erase markers

the Bureau goes through
in a three-month period.

Why?
Tell me about the security guy?

He's still in custody,

but we don't have
anything on him yet.

Did you know that
the Bureau purchased

8,231 thumb drives
last quarter?

Bones.
What's going on here?

He told me that.
Bones, let Sweets focus.

This is a very important case.
Sure, sure.

How is the new agent
you're working with?

Good. She's fine.

I... she's really green,
obviously, but...

I'm bringing her along, you know.

Sweets.

Hey, I ran the facial
reconstruction

through the DMV database
and got a hit.

Robert Carlson.

He lives in a suburb
of Bethesda with his wife.

Great, awesome.

Wait, wait. What,
uh, what's awesome?

I'll text you the address.

Thank, Angela.

Uh, hi.

Uh, Angela got a match
on the reconstruction,

a man in Bethesda.
Right. And?

Anything else?
Not yet.

I'm gonna go talk
to his wife.

Sorry to run.
Booth understands.

Right.
Hey, hey. Hey!

I understand.

I totally understand.

I'm cool. He's gonna be...
he's gonna be great.

You were very direct with
the desk clerk at the hotel,

and I was very impressed.

I thought I might have intimidated you.
No. No way.

It was good.
It was good work.

But notifying a woman that her
husband has died is different.

It requires, um,
a certain finesse.

A delicate touch.

I...
All yours, Doc.

All right.

Mrs. Gina Carlson?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Lance Sweets
with the FBI.

This is my associate,
Agent Sparling.

I'm afraid we have
some difficult news

to share with you.

Is this your husband?
Oh, God, no.

Oh, please, no.

I'm so sorry,

Mrs. Carlson, but your husband

was found dead this morning.

This is horrible.

These feelings can be difficult to process.
Oh, God.

Wh... What?

Uh, hon?

Is there something the matter?

What in the hell is
the matter with you people?

Hang on.
That is my husband.

That is my husband,
that is Robert!

Why would you put me
through this?

Ow! Ah!

Ow! I didn't... Ow!

That is my husband!
This is...

I agree, you can
take point on this one.

You should be relieved, right?

What is the matter with you people?
I mean, this is a good thing!

He's alive,
he's alive. Ow!

It's a real simple question.

Okay? I mean,
are your bulletproof vests

classified as uniform
or as equipment?

Why isn't it a simple question?

Yes. You wear it.

What... that's why
it's called a vest.

Hold on for one second.

Sweets.

Sweets, just give me one second.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you put on
a bulletproof vest,

I'll come down there
and I'll shoot you.

Right? And then you can tell me

if it's a uniform or equipment.

Idiots.

All right, this better be good,
'cause I'm really in no mood.

Did you just threaten
to shoot someone?

Kind of. What's up?

Sparling and I went to tell
Robert Carlson's wife

that her husband is dead,

only the husband showed up.

What?

The dead husband showed up.
Alive.

Bones made a mistake?

I know, it's even starting
to sound weird to me.

You know what? Call the lab
and see what they have to say.

Will do.

Uh... one other thing.

Make it quick, okay?

I have more people here
I have to threaten.

Sparling doesn't seem to trust

how I, as a psychologist,
perform my job.

I don't know,
she thinks you're an idiot?

I wouldn't say that,

but in layman's terms... yes.

Okay, look.
You're the psychologist.

Point your little shrinky brain
at her and pull the trigger.

There's a lot of shooting talk
coming from you today, huh?

Right. So if I were you,
I would take cover.

So, I've gone over every bit
of this reconstruction,

and I'm positive
that it's correct.

Unless the victim has
an identical twin.

Well, yeah, but...

wouldn't that have come up
in the investigation?

Those aspects of the case

are being handled by Sweets
and a rookie agent.

Oh...

Then I'm totally
blaming them.

I'm seeing some
minute anomalies

between the skull
and Carlson's image.

Remodeled fracturing
to the right maxilla,

the nasal spine, and
the mandibular body.

Yeah.

I should've seen that, huh?

No. They wouldn't
have been discernible

until the bones
were cleaned.

You can still blame Sweets.
Oh. Thanks, honey.

You're a good friend.

I'll adjust
for the injuries.

Okay.

They're the same guy,
but they're not the same.

Identical twins.
Yeah.

I didn't even know
I had a brother.

I was adopted.

And he's dead now,

so now I'll never get
a chance to meet him.

We'll need the name
of the adoption agency.

I'll get that for you.

Who was he? I mean...

What was his name?
Where did he live?

What was his job?

That's something I think you
might be able to help us with.

I don't see how.

There have been several
convincing studies

of identical twins,
like yourself,

who were separated
as infants.

As adults, they tend to
be remarkably similar.

Are you serious about this?

This is sort of my area, so...

This would explain

these feelings I've always
had of not being... complete.

Mm-hmm.

It's strange.

No, not at all.

Separated twins often share
the same political views,

work in similar occupations,

have the same behaviors,
needs and compulsions.

You think you can figure out
who he was from who I am?

I'm sure that's what
Dr. Sweets hopes.

I'll have to ask my wife
how much I can tell you.

She likes to have final say.

Which may indicate
that your twin also entered

into a marriage that
was dominated by...

a-a deep sense of
mutual respect.

I found some more remodeling,
aside from that on the face.

Left ribs six and seven,

and both first metacarpals,

were all fractured at
approximately the same time.

Yes, I see.

The weapon was round,

with a diameter
of 66 millimeters.

A baseball bat.

Very good, Dr. Saroyan.

But something else caused the
fracturing to the metacarpals.

His thumbs were slammed
in a drawer.

I think you might be correct.

But how would you know that?

I was a coroner in New York.

Either a loan shark
or a bookie did this.

This guy probably
was late with a payment.

Guess how we are gonna

track down that explosive?

A suppository?
No.

It's detonator wire.

And on that wire,
a cockroach egg.

Aren't those everywhere?

Including our food and water.

I'm sure we've each
ingested several dozen

cockroach eggs today.

Yeah, it's cool, huh?

But this egg?

This egg is special.

Ooh, yuck.

It's profoundly deformed.

It must be an
environmental marker.

Yes, this particular deformation
is caused by exposure

to large amounts of hydroprene.

It's an insecticide.

I'll have the FBI track down

all the major suppliers of
hydroprene in the region.

Studies of separated twins shows
that they share as much as 85%

of key behavioral
characteristics.

They cut their hair
the same way,

they eat the same food,

they work in the
same occupations,

they share the same
spiritual beliefs,

and they've never
even met each other.

Are you saying that parenting
doesn't really matter?

Because it's a lot of
work, if that's true.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You can't... you can't
discredit good nurture.

But as the study shows,
nature counts for a lot.

So what do you think?

Oh, I'm just waiting for a hit
from the adoption agency.

We got a court order
to get their records unsealed.

Yeah, Agent Sparling
doesn't see the value

in my approach.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, I input the key data
points that you gave me

so I could cross-reference

Carlson's specific traits
across multiple databases.

So we start big, right?

The two million American men
born in 1966.

Okay, see, so those tiny dots
represent...

and from your look,
I can see

that you already figured
that out, never mind.

June birthdays

brings us down to 180,000.

Should I start questioning them?

Not helpful.

Caucasian.

120,000.

What was that?

Taking out non-Caucasian.

Uh-huh.

Piece of cake.

Girl's got 'tude, huh?
Yeah.

Okay, this is where
all the specific data

that Sweets got from
Carlson comes in.

That was really good specific
data that you got, by the way.

Oh, well...

We aim to please.

Drivers of four-door sedans.

From there,
I picked out people

who got married while
still in their 20s,

belong to a church,

excelled at track and field

in high school,

and who filed
an insurance claim

for asthma medicine
within the last 18 months.

The final 48.

Forty-eight.

Run a visual comparison...

Jerry Langella.

That's our guy.

Way to go, Sweets.

Are you working some sort of
psychological mojo on me?

No. Why do you ask?

Because I'm...

I'm feeling a way
I don't want to feel.

I'm feeling apologetic.

For what?

Underestimating you.

Oh.
Dismissing you.

Being condescending
to you like that.

Oh, yeah.

You didn't really bother
hiding that at all.

Look, what you did
back there,

winnowing down
the victim pool,

that's kind of
incredible.

Oh, Angela helped.

Take the compliment.

I will. Thank you.

It's got to be her.

Wow, she looks just like
Gina Carlson.

Yeah, I thought
that might happen,

what with your
freaky twin thing.

You think she has
the same sunny disposition?

You can take this one.

Uh, Mrs. Langella?
Yeah?

I'm Agent Sparling
from the FBI

and this is my associate,
Dr. Lance Sweets.

FBI-- that can't be good.

I'm afraid
it's not.

Your husband,
Jerry Langella...

...is dead.

Uh, uh, who killed him?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Langella.

I need to ask, how do you know
that your husband was murdered?

'Cause I'm not an idiot.
You're the FBI.

It's not like you cover
accidents or suicides.

What do you want from me?
Do you know

anyone that might have had
a reason to kill your husband?

No, I thought I was
the only one.

Why would you want
your husband to die?

Clearly, you're not married.

Where were you at 10:35
this morning?

Court-ordered community service.

Court-ordered?
Road rage.

I got issues. Okay, you can
check with my supervisor.

Who beat up your husband
a year ago?

His bookie.

Son of a bitch gambled away
everything we had and then some.

Any idea where we can
find the bookie?

She's in jail now.

How did you know about
the beatings?

Oh, we know a lot,
Mrs. Langella.

I wouldn't leave town
if I were you.

What was that last
little bit about?

Just aiming my big
shrinky brain at her.

Thought you'd like to
see what I was packing.

The military built this
to test bomb blasts.

Ready? This should replicate
the explosion exactly.

Three,

two, one!

That looks good!

I'll have to examine the
exemplar bone to make sure.

Oh, wow.

Hey, let's see how something
a little more substantial

holds up against this bad boy.

Where did you get the clothing?

I never really liked this shirt,

so, hey, I'm happy
to sacrifice it to science.

You are splattering body parts
all over my lab.

They aren't actual
body parts, Dr. Saroyan.

They are biofidelic
surrogates.

We are utilizing
this shock tube

to recreate the
effects the blast had

on the victim's bones.
Where did you get that?

Oh, Hodgins requisitioned it
from the Hall of Patents.

Requisitioned?

I left a note.

Dr. Hodgins, you promised.

I am confident that
we can use this data

to recreate the bomb.

Come on. If we find the bomb,
we find the bomber.

That thing goes back
to the Hall of Patents

in the same condition
that you found it.

Fire in the hole!

Hey. Booth.

So the wife's alibi
checks out.

Her community service
supervisor dropped her off

on the side of the expressway
for litter removal

and picked her up
three hours later.

Oh, you know what?
She could have made it,

you know, to the hotel and back.
She on the tapes?

We haven't found
her on them.

Wait, wait, wait. You said that
these twins married

the same kind of woman?

Yeah, twins are often drawn
to the same type of people.

They share the same interests.

Okay, so maybe whatever brought
one twin to the hotel

brought the other one there,
too.

Carlson at the hotel?

No, I asked.
He said he wasn't there.

Oh, right, right.
People-- they never lie.

I-I forgot. You know what?
Well...

Just, now that you know
what they look like,

check the security tapes.

Okay.

Hello? Yeah, he usually hangs up
without saying good-bye.

It's...

It's our thing.
It's 'cause we're close.

We're...

Oh.

Hey, so you said
the parking garage bomb

was made from the explosive
Propatrex, right?

Yeah, that I did.

Well, your brilliant wife
found a demolition company

that stocks Propatrex,

but that is not the best thing.

The demolition company is next

to a hydroprene production
faculty.

You found out where
the explosives came from?

That I did.

Yeah, we had a break-in
at the warehouse

two weeks ago.

I filed a report. It's the regs.

What was stolen?

A few Propatrex sausages
and a detonator pack.

Sausages?

Here, I'll show you one.

It's okay.

Propatrex is stable stuff.
No worries.

So how many of
these were taken?

Four.

The bomb that killed our victim
used approximately 40 ounces.

That would be three sausages.

Great. That leaves one sausage
we can't account for.

We need a list of everyone

who had access
to that warehouse.

I gave that list to the
investigators already.

I was able to track Langella's
movements through the hotel.

I used a frame analysis
algorithm to search for men

with a similar body type.

I got him
in six different locations.

It could be either one of 'em.

Yeah, well, that's what
I thought, but look.

Here he is
at the elevators

and here he is
at reception.

Now look at the time codes.

"8:23." Two places
at the same time.

One is Carlson and

the other is Langella.

Both men were there,

but they must have arrived
at different times

and not seen
each other.

So Carlson lied.
This is textbook.

Look, they're even
dressed alike.

There must have
been something

that brought them both
together, you know?

A shared interest.

Wait. Is he wearing
a name tag?

Back that up
a little.

Can you zoom into that?

"Self-Actualization
Synergy."

Yeah, I know
that group.

They use new-agey
self-help techniques

and charge a bunch
of money for it.

Sounds like a cult.

All right, so

they both have hardnosed wives,
very domineering.

This promises
personal freedom.

Zoom in on Langella.

Look, he's wearing the
same kind of name tag.

I'll tell Agent Sparling.

I'm sure you will.

What?

Oh, nothing.

You know, it's possible
to work with a woman

without becoming
romantically involved.

Okay.

I am with Daisy.

I wouldn't do anything
to hurt her.

I notice you say, "I'm with Daisy"
and not "I love Daisy."

Oh, come on.
Can you please not use

linguistic indicators that
I taught you against me?

Oh, it's her, isn't it?

It doesn't...
You should get it.

Look, you're all red
and blotchy and horny.

Go ahead, answer it.

You said you had to talk to her.

Hello, Agent Sparling.

Yes, Carlson was
at the hotel. He lied.

Great. You bring him in,
and I'll meet you there.

Uh, do you want me to pick up
something like coffee or...?

I know a place that makes
a great latte.

Latte?

To keep us alert
during the questioning, okay?

Great, great.

I'll see you then.
All right, bye.

Please don't look at me
like that.

You're very blotchy.
You're very red.

It's hot in here.

I got to get
the lattes.

You said you weren't at
the hotel, Mr. Carlson.

You lied. Can I say "lie,"

or is there some other term
I should use?

"Pseudologia fantastica" is the
technical term in this case,

but whatever we call it,
it's a federal crime

to deceive the FBI in the course

of a criminal
investigation.

Okay, okay, I lied.

You lied about knowing
your brother, too, didn't you?

No. No, I swear. Look...

I lied because my wife hates me
going to those symposiums.

I didn't want her to find out.

The one for the
Self-Actualization Synergy?

Yes. Yes, it's very important
to me. It's changed my life.

By making you broke?

Ethan, he's the actualized
master who started Synergy,

he says that life's greatest
gifts can never be free.

Now I see why
your wife was pissed.

Your bother was
also a seeker.

He was at the
symposium, too.

He was?

Twins share much more
than we think.

Both of your wives
are also very similar.

Too bad for him then.

How much did you give

this self-actualization group,
Robert?

You can't put a price on living
a fully actualized life.

Ballpark, so we don't have
to arrest you.

I was gonna give 'em...
everything.

And move to their community
in Colorado.

If Carlson's
wife found out

he was about to give
everything away,

I mean, that can certainly
be a motive for murder.

If that was my husband,
I'd sure as hell want him dead.

I'll remember that.

Oh, are we getting married now?

'Cause I didn't even know
we were partners.

No! Oh, that was a joke.
I didn't mean...

Didn't Freud say there are no
meaningless statements?

Freud, Freud,
he's largely discredited now.

He's a known
cocaine addict.

He's not...

I'm gonna go in and call
Carlson's wife for questioning.

I suppose I could do
a lot worse than you.

We... we should just,
we should drop it.

I was sorting through
the tissue samples.

These were scraped off
the junction box in the garage.

That's not surprising.
The blast propelled body parts

over a hundred feet
in some directions.

But I found hair embedded
in the tissue from a male.

Not the victim?

No. The amount of hair
and the height at which

the tissue was found indicate
that it struck someone

in the head before it hit
the junction box.

Someone witnessed the blast.

Since they didn't
come forward,

I'm thinking it's someone who
caused the blast.

Dr. Saroyan.

I'm in the middle
of something now.

Sure, o-okay.

I'll be right there.

Booth needs me.

Some bureaucratic emergency.

That's sounds exciting.
I'll check the junction box.

The steel has been
stressed from the blast.

That's to be expected based on
the force of the explosion.

But there's
a warp to it.

Oh, run your beam
over it again.

He was standing here
when the shock wave hit him.

These dents were
most likely caused

by an impact
with his skull.

Probably with the lateral aspect
of the super orbital margin

and the zygomatic arch.

Yeah. Can you hold that?

Midpoint is at 160 centimeters,
which means our killer is

between five-foot-nine
and five-foot-11 inches tall.

Average height.
That's no help.

Well, he had to
have sustained

further injuries
from this blast.

But still managed
to get away.

Look, you got to help me.

You do these budget
presentations all the time.

What happened to Caroline?

She just came in here and she
dumped all this stuff on me.

Please?

Well, she's not gonna like it

if I do your presentation
for you, Seeley.

And I can't; I'm not even FBI.

I'll deputize you.

How's that? All right?

Why did that not feel official?

Look, please,
you got to help me out here.

Okay. I can give you
a tutorial on the software.

No, no.
I got to do it now, now.

They're-they're right there
in the other room.

Waiting for me.
In there, right now.

Okay. Well, I can run
the software for you,

but this is
your show.

Okay, just help me
get the raise, you know?

I'll be able to handle this
when you're in the room.

14 days ago,
you withdrew

$20,000 from
your brokerage account.

Mrs. Carlson, we analyzed
your computer's hard drive.

65 search engine hits
for contract killers.

$20,000 is about the going rate.

We're gonna be able
to tie you to this murder.

Now, it's not too late
for you to do the right thing.

The right thing?

Robert wanted to give
that stupid cult everything.

How is that the right thing?

What was gonna happen to me?

He just kept saying he
wanted to experience freedom

and that he didn't care
how much it cost.

You wound up killing
an innocent man.

That wasn't my fault.

The guy I hired
got the wrong man.

How is that my fault?

Seriously?

Who did you hire?

I don't know his name.

We know he's medium height,
brown hair.

What else did you notice
about him?

No, I-I never met him.

This was all set up online.

I left cash in a
bag; half up front

and half when the job was done.

Did you give him
the second half?

No! I'm no sucker.

My husband isn't dead yet.

Yet?

The guy said he would take care
of Robert today.

Mrs. Carlson,
where's your husband?

Just remember, Booth,
if you lose your place,

just read what you
see on the screen.

Okay.
Gina Carlson hired a hit man,

but he hit the wrong twin by
mistake, so he's trying again.

Oh...
When?

Now.
Where's her husband?

She thinks Dupont Plaza.

Yeah, okay, uh, get a team
and bring them in.

Sparling's calling them right now.
Call her husband.

I already tried. It went
straight to voice mail.

The team's coming in from Edgewood.
They're still 20 minutes out.

20 minutes? That's too long.
We're closer than they are.

No, no, no.

Sparling and I could
get there in five.

No, no, you guys
aren't ready for this.

I'm coming with you.
No, Booth.

Aren't you
forgetting something?

Oh, yeah, my gun.
Thanks.

You know what,
I'll tell you what.

You are gonna do great.

If you lose your spot,
just read up on the screen.

Let's go.

Okay, how am I supposed
to find him?

There are tons of people here.

Let's narrow this down.

We know that the killer is
between five-nine and five-11.

Okay, so he's not a giant
or a small person.

That doesn't help me
out at all. What else?

Brown hair, Caucasian.

Brown hair, Caucasian?

Come on, guys, narrow it down
for me, will you?

Oh, uh, he was hurt.

He hit a steel junction box.

Where he was standing,

the overpressure
of the blast

was at least 40 psi.

He probably fractured

the neck of the malleus

and dislocated the stapes.

Booth his inner ear
is messed up.

You're looking for a man
with brown hair

who's shaky and off-balance.

Shaky and off-balance
and he has a bomb?

Um, I know who it is.

I know who it is, Booth!

It's Steve Keneally.

The foreman of the
demolition company.

That's why the garage explosion
was so perfect.

Look, I think I spotted our guy.

Hey, listen, his explosives will
be armed, so don't startle him.

Tac team's six
minutes out.

Call Carlson.

Hello.

Mr. Carlson, it's Dr. Brennan.

Hey, Booth,
Brennan has him.

Tell him once he gets inside
the ATM to keep the door shut.

Mr. Carlson, you have to
get inside the ATM

and hold the door shut.

Someone is trying to kill you.

What are you
talking about?

The man who killed your brother

is there with a bomb.

Move now!

Keneally, FBI! Freeze!

Let's get out of here.

Stand back.

All of you.

You know
what's in here.

You know what'll happen.

Sir. Sir!

Hmm? What?

You're in a dangerous situation.

Please leave the area.

What? What did he say?

Step back, sir.

Oh, my God!

Is someone in trouble?

They have guns!

What's happening?

I got it.

It's only
a flesh wound, Lance.

Don't worry.

Right.

It's okay. You're gonna be fine.

Don't look at me,

you're the one who shot him.

Booth's with Keneally.

He's taking his
statement now.

How bad is it?

Bad. I have to face
an internal review

for shooting
a civilian.

No, I meant me.

Oh. You'll be fine.

They're saying the wound
is mostly psychological.

Oh.

Uh, Agent Sparling-- Olivia...

...I like you.

You're smart,
you're really good at your job,

you shot me and I don't--
I'm not even mad.

But I'm seeing someone.

It's serious.

Doesn't take a psychologist
to tell when a guy is taken.

That's why I'd never
dream of doing this.

I heard it went well.

Yeah, dumb-ass hit man taken
out with only minor casualties

on our side, so you know
what, we ended up ahead.

I was talking about
the budget presentation.

The bean counters are actually
increasing the budget.

My boss is thrilled with me.

See that? Glad
it worked out.

I bet you are.

Too bad it wasn't you.

Me? Well, we sent in
a specialist. Only the best.

You know you're not getting
that promotion now, right?

Wait a second, why?
I caught the bad guy.

That's got to count
for something.

Well, it makes me all tingly,

that's for sure, but that's it.

You're gonna have to settle with
running around,

shooting people
until you grow up.

Well, you wouldn't love me
any other way, right?

Oh. You said there was
a casualty; who was it?

Sweets. He'll be fine.

Sweets.

That boy's got the goods.

But you better not
tell him I said that.

No problem. As far as
the world's concerned,

you're a horrible person,
cherie.

I knew I could
count on you, cherie.

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I'm sorry you're not
getting the promotion.

Ah, thank you.

You're welcome.

You know, for lying
to me, thank you.

I mean, I know it's a white
lie, but, I mean, look at you.

Being all sweet and
lying to me.

I didn't want you
to get the promotion.

Why? Because I'm
a man of action

and not someone who's
gonna rot behind a desk?

No, because who else would
take me out into the field?

That's a good point, Bones.

But truthfully, I'm sorry
that you're disappointed.

I'm not disappointed.

Because you're a man of action
who would rot behind a desk?

That's right.

Man of action.

Can I start
buying you things now?

No, you can't.

But, hey, I'll tell you what,
you can buy Christine stuff.

I know you'd like
a new grill.

Christine would
love a new grill.

She would love it.

Baby girls need grills.
They need grills

and a new tool set.

What? What is this?

It's a quinoa.
"Queenoa"?

Quinoa.
What is that?

It's a grain.

There's a lot of protein.
Interesting.

When I get the new grill,
we can cook steaks.

What's that mean?