All language subtitles for Bones S08E05 The Method in the Madness

You gotta sing
something else, Louie.

Some Kanye,
Cee Lo...

There's nothing but opera,
my friend.

The neighbors complain.

Dogs bark, the kids
throw rocks, man.

If you tried it,
you'd love it.

Opera's the music of the soul!
No, hey.

Soul is the music
of the soul, Louie.

You can do it.

You've heard it enough.

♪ Ridi, Pagliacco...
No, no!

Okay, all right.

But then you're
singing some Kanye.

Huh?

♪ Ah...

♪ Ah...

It's a little flat,
but that's the spirit.

Oh...!

- I'm busy.
- Come on, Sweets, open up.

Oh... I'm-I'm in the
middle of work, Booth.

No, you're not.

I can see you right
through the window. Get up.

Open up the door,
Sweets, let's go.

Okay.
Come on, come on.

Wakey, wakey,
eggs and bakey.

There you are,
my friend.

Ah, Sweets, you can't keep

sleeping in your
office like this.

You didn't have to
bring me coffee.

The coffee's mine, but I did print up
some apartment listings for you.

Take a look.

This place is a mess, huh?

Oh...

I can't believe you gave
Daisy the apartment.

You know I broke up with her.

I can't...
take the apartment, too.

Come on! Man, look at you.

You gotta shake it off.
Right?

Get a new girlfriend,
get a new place to live.

Yeah, thanks.

I'll check these out.

You've been sleeping in
this office for two weeks.

You're gonna go cuckoo.

And if anyone knows
what cuckoo is,

that would be you, Mr. Shrink.

Okay, maybe I'm dealing
with a few things

that are preventing me from
moving on as quickly as I could.

You know,
a breakup like this

makes one reevaluate...
Oh, oh.

Work calls.

The dead waits for no man.
Okay.

Yeah, okay,
let's get back to work.

All right,
I'll tell you what, Sweets.

Why don't you just
come and...

stay at our place for,
like, a night or two?

Really?
Yeah.

So you can clear your mind,

you know, get ready
for your next move.

Thank you.

Clear my mind.

Here, have the coffee.

You're back.

Come on.

Let's go, Sweets.
I'm coming.

You invited Sweets
to move in with us?

I know I should have
asked you first,

but you should
have seen him.

He was pitiful.
I mean, it was bad.

You know, it's just for
a couple of days,

until he finds his own place.
Okay.

Was that an "okay" okay

or a "you can't
be serious" okay?

I don't know
what that means.

It means that we're talking
about psychology Sweets, here,

you know, the guy
drives you crazy.

He's going through
a difficult time.

It takes a village, Booth.

I learned that
living in a village.

Sweets will be gone
in a couple days.

I promise, okay?

Gone?

Gone where? Is he okay?

Booth invited Sweets
to live with us.

Not to live, to stay with us
for a couple of days,

until he finds his own place.

Is he still dealing with
his breakup from Daisy?

Yeah. I feel bad
for the kid, you know?

It's-it's tough.
Uh-huh.

He's going through
an "early life crisis."

Good luck.

Good luck?
I don't need luck.

This is not about luck,
this is about

a friend extending to

another friend.

It's like an olive branch,
that...

Stop. Can we just stop,
and deal with this here?

The remains...
what's up with this?

Based on the width of
the greater sciatic notch,

and the dorsal margin
of the pubic face,

this was a female.

Early to mid-20s.

There's no organs to examine,

so there's nothing for me here.

Ugh. Whoa.

The Cochliomyia macellaria
eggs and larvae

measuring upwards of
four millimeters

means our victim's been dead
for about 36 hours.

Is that a foot?

That is a foot.
Hey, so...

Sweets told Angela that he
was never getting involved

with anyone again, so...
good luck with that.

Let's stop with
the luck stuff, okay?

Can we just deal with what's
going on in front of us, here?

Okay, Bones, so it only
took a day and a half

to get down to bone?

Heavy sharp force trauma
indicates

that tissue, muscle and viscera
have been ripped from her bones.

Where's all the gutsy stuff?

I think I might have found it.

Yeah. Gutsy stuff.

Whoa.

Oh!

Oh...
There's a leak.

No guts, no glory.

Good luck with that.

♪ Bones 8x05 ♪
The Method in the Madness
Original Air Date on November 5, 2012

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Numerous deep incisions
to the glabella,

superorbital ridges,

zygomatic arches...

Her face was scratched off.

...thoracic
and pelvic regions,

and the extremities.

Oh, my God.

This is awful.

Yes.

It will take some time
to catalog.

Judging by the mass,

this has to be
almost all her flesh.

With this many wounds,

there should be particulates
from the weapon on the bone.

It's going to be difficult
to isolate cause of death.

It'll be a doozy.

Yes, a real doozy.

We should get whatever flesh is
still on these bones removed.

Okay, just please tell me

that this poor thing was dead

before any of
this happened.

I'm sure she was.
Definitely.

Great.

Hodgins and Cam are
lying to Angela

tore her feelings.
Yeah, I got that.

Because we have not
in any way ascertained

if the victim was dead

or alive when she was
flayed to the bone.

We have ascertained, actually.

Acute liver hemorrhaging
suggests

that the victim was still alive

when she was eviscerated.

So I out-and-out lied to Angela.

Thank you for that.

What kind of monster
guts his victim,

and then removes all her flesh?

In 1957, Ed Gein was
arrested for murder.

And while searching his home,

police stumbled upon bowls
made of human skulls,

lampshades of human flesh,

even a belt made out of nipples.

The heinousness of

Gein's crimes diminishes

in comparison to
those of the Aztecs.

More heinous than a nipple belt?

In order to appease Huehueteotl,
the fire god,

the Aztecs would burn

their captives alive.

Moments before death,

the human sacrifices

were pulled from the fire
to have their

still-beating hearts
ripped out of their chests.

Those were the good old days.

Those were the bad days.

What... what kind of
freak feels nostalgic

over human sacrifices?

I'm gonna go ahead and
plead the Fifth on that.

Severe chipping to
the frontal, nasal

and zygomatic bones

prevents a complete
facial reconstruction.

Hey, does that mean that
Angela's off the hook for this one?

Yes.
Yes!

Um, actually...

I hate to be
the one to suggest this,

but Angela might be able
to reconstruct the face

from the face.

You mean the face
from the skin, right?

I have an ear,

some cheek, and part of a nose.

I'll see what else I can dig up.

That is a very good idea, Cam.

No need to tell Angela that
this was my very good idea.

Teamwork.

So, you're staying here.

Parker won't be visiting us
for a couple months, so...

Sorry about all
the junk and toys.

Oh, no.

Beats the hell
out of my office.

Look at all this stuff.

Kids from broken homes really
rake in the material goods

by way of compensation.

Right.
Uh... take a look at this.

Take a closer look, all right?
What? Oh, my God.

This corpse is so mutilated.

Cut right down to the bones.
So, you're a psychologist.

Who would do
something like this?

You want me to figure
that out right now?

No, tell you what.

Why don't you just relax,
make yourself at home.

Huh? Take things in.

All right?
Thanks.

Yep.

This is the last piece
of facial tissue I found.

Thank God.

This is not why
I went to art school.

I'll start loading the images
into the computer,

and I'll piece them together,

and then I will hurl.

Well, how long do you
think it'll take you

to piece the pieces together?

Oh, not long.

I am starting a pool on

how long Sweets lasts
with Booth and Brennan.

I say he's out tonight.

Did you swab the cuts
in the bones?

I did, yes. Yes.

So are you in on the pool?

I give Sweets
four days.

What'd you find?

Ammonium hydroxide.

It's the same stuff that's
all over our victim's clothing.

So, Angie, how long
do you give Sweets?

I say he lives with them
permanently from now on.

What's ammonium hydroxide?

It's a cleaning product.

The killer probably used it
to wash away the evidence.

Huh. Did it work?

Well, yeah, it's wiped out
all the other evidence

as far as I can see.

W-What do you mean,

"from now on?"

I mean for
the foreseeable future.

They will adopt him.

Well... I don't have
a box for infinity.

I mean, the furthest
I went was a month.

Okay.

Then I'll take the month.

Our killer is sick and smart.

I hate that combination.

Okay, so, this program

will search for wrinkles,

freckles, and other microscopic
facial features on each piece,

pick up the pattern,
and pair it with

the corresponding piece.

Very Frankenstein-y.

Ew.

Okay, so I'm gonna wrap
the face around

the image of the victim's skull.

Pop in eyeballs and hair...

Okay.

- What do you think?
- That?

Most definitely looks
like a human person.

I know this woman.
You do?

Oh, my God.

What? Is this a friend of yours?

Not a friend... whoa.

Okay.

This is Michael Vincent's
favorite applesauce.

And what does that have
to do with our victim?

Someone killed

the Them Apples Applesauce lady.

Them Apples Applesauce

is owned by the two girls
that are on the label,

Jessica Pearson
and Brooke Guminski.

It's the applesauce
I buy for Christine, too.

What the hell's going on here?
Pumpkin butter...

What is this,
olden times?

"Olden times" is not a
legitimate historical reference.

But I see your point.

Right.

There's a pickle maker
and a candlestick maker.

Oh.

I know what this is.

Okay. What is this,
a time portal?

No, this is an artisanal
community, Booth.

Oh, that's just ridiculous.

From an anthropological
standpoint,

the artisanal subculture
is fascinating.

Really? Fascinating?

Well, to me,
I think it's just stupid.

The Founding
Fathers were

heavily influenced
by the Athenians,

which resulted in democracy.

So...

Uh, great.

Democracy, Bones,
not a pickle.

Enjoy your pickles.
And, hey...

Creating handcrafted,
handmade products

provides artisans with

the authenticity they feel
is lacking in today's

technology-driven,
industrialized world.

Great, okay.

Eat your pickle.
We're here.

These are very good.
That's nice.

You should've eaten yours.
I don't want a pickle.

In the 1930s, Joseph Ball killed

over 20 women and fed
their remains to alligators.

Was this victim
fed to alligators?

I don't think so.

Then shut up
about alligators.

Hemorrhagic staining indicates

these wounds were made
around time of death.

The dimension
of the V-shaped incisions

suggest the weapon used
to create them was a blade.

Those are some
seriously deep cuts.

Which only a serrated blade

should be capable of making,
but I'm not finding

any evidence of striations

in these wounds.

Meaning?

Whoever did this
is incredibly strong.

You okay?

Is there someone
we should call?

Usually I'd say Jess.

We ran this
place together.

I can't believe
she's dead.

She is most certainly dead.

Very sorry
for your loss.

When was the last time
you saw your partner?

Saturday afternoon.

We had a pretty good morning
at the farmers market.

We had lunch.

I dropped her off
at the free clinic.

Wow.
She was my best friend.

Charge nine dollars
for a jar of applesauce?

Yes.

Pay nine bucks for this stuff?
Yes.

Every apple is handpicked

from local orchards.
No chemicals,

no additives.

You think somebody killed Jess

because we charge nine dollars
for applesauce?

Uh, so, um, what
was the purpose

for her going to
the free clinic?

Jess had lupus.

She went in
for her monthly checkup

before starting a sales tour.

She was going to cover every
farmers market in Maryland,

starting with
Baltimore.

We were just starting
to make a go of this.

Can you think of anyone who
would want to hurt your partner?

Maybe.

Maybe?

There's this creep Adam.

He's been getting kind of
stalkery with Jess lately.

Stalkery how?

Kept bringing her meat.

Meat? No, that's
definitely not normal.

Oh, no, yeah, Adam is a butcher.

He's creepy, but he's
the butcher down the street.

Yeah, I'm Adam.

What do you want?

Okay, Adam,

FBI, all right?

Let's put the cleaver down.
Have to ask you a few questions.

Here we go again.

You know, my shop

is safer than any regulations

that agri-business
paid for.

I source all my meat locally,
all grass fed.

No hormones of any kind.

Hey, pal, I don't care
about your meat.

We just have to ask you
a few questions

about the death
of Jessica Pearson.

Death?
What are you talking about?

Ms. Pearson's

mutilated remains were found
in a garbage can

a quarter of a mile
from here.

Oh, my God.

That's horrible.

W-What happened?

Our evidence indicates

that the murder was committed by

an exceptionally strong man
skilled at using

an extremely sharp knife.

You think I killed Jessica?

Well, we do know that you were
trying to romance her.

With free meat.

Look, Jessica could barely
afford food.

Every dime of hers
went into her business.

I was just trying
to help her out.

For what in return?

Nothing.

Especially after this guy
came in and threatened me.

What guy?

I don't know, some big-ass,

angry looking guy.

Threatened to crush my skull

like a cracker

if I didn't lay off Jess.

Adam, do you rub
ammonia on your meat

as a way of
killing bacteria?

This is an
artisan butchery.

I'd never use chemicals.

Look, you can accuse me of
murder, but when you start

insulting my craft,
that's where I draw the line.

Good to know your priorities.

We need to examine

your knives
as possible murder weapons.

You want my knives?

Get a warrant.

You found any more money
in her clothes?

Yep. It was mixed
up in the garbage.

Oh. Yeah, the smell
was a dead giveaway.

Let's see what we got.

So, we found
20 $100 bills

on the victim.

That's a lot of money for a girl
who can barely afford to eat.

Well, Brennan said that the
victim was at a farmers market

selling her applesauce the
morning before she died.

I mean, maybe that's
where she got the money.

No, I don't think so.

Look at this.

The bills are
sequential.

Meaning that they came
from the same source.

We love our kid, but we're not
spending two grand a month

on applesauce
at a farmers market.

What is she doing
with all this cash?

And why was she
making monthly trips

to the doctor
for blood tests?

Her partner said
that she had lupus.

I know, but she didn't.

I tested all
the tissue.

Our victim was
perfectly healthy.

She was lying to her partner.

But the question is: why?

Regular doctor visits

for no reason, a wad of cash.

Think she was selling pills?

Want more? Aw.

Booth is upset that I pay

nine dollars a jar
for Christine's applesauce.

Well, artisanal products
are more expensive to produce,

so of course they're more
expensive to purchase.

But the value comes in knowing
that they're not made by

some faceless,
soul-destroying corporation.

You seem to have
a real appreciation

for the artisan, Sweets.

I used to work in a record shop.

I'm afraid Christine will
never know what a record is.

Digital will never
replace vinyl.

Hey there, you three.

Huh? Let's go, Sweets.

Booth, Sweets was
going to get a hotel room.

Hotels are nice.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

No, if you stay at a hotel,
you will feel rushed

and you'll take an apartment

that does not align
with your sensibilities.

Wait a second,
Sweets has sensibilities?

Yes. He worked in a record shop.

So?

I think what Dr. Brennan means
is that working in

a moribund enterprise gave
me a lasting appreciation

for the craftsmanship that
goes into making a record.

You know, I remember
stocking this T. Rex album.

Uh, the one with
20th Century Boy.

And the liner notes,
the album art,

even the tactile
feel of the vinyl...

And so you need an apartment
that tickles your same fancy.

Yeah.
Whoa, excuse me.

Those are my underwear, pal.

What is he doing?

Sweets has been
very helpful.

He vacuumed,
did the laundry.

All right, that's
great and all,

but a man doesn't fold
another man's underwear.

Are those
Captain America boxers?

Booth has
a nostalgic side, too.

You know, psychologically,
we yearn for our past

because we fear our future.

Or you just like
Captain America

or old records or
your own apartment.

So can we go now?

Come on, we have a
doctor to talk to.

Let's go. Thanks.

Thanks for that.

Appreciate it.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

I saw Jessica at the
clinic just last Saturday.

Is she okay?

Jessica was murdered
last Saturday evening.

Oh, my God.

Was Jessica healthy,

Dr. Reese?

Yes. Very. Why?

Why did she come
visit you every month?

Well, that's confidential
information. Thank you.

Not when your patient's
been murdered.

We found a lot
of cash on her,

so we're thinking maybe the
two of you were selling drugs.

That's absurd.

You wouldn't be the first doctor
to make a little extra cash

distributing pills
on the street.

Jessica needed money.
That isn't why

she had an appointment
every month.

I have to tell you? Legally?

I'm afraid so.

I don't want you to get
the wrong impression of Jessica.

Okay, well, try us.

Jessica came to the clinic
once a month

to have her blood tested
for STDs.

STDs, cash.

Jessica was a prostitute?

It's not my job
to tell my patients

how to live their lives.

I just want them
to stay healthy.

Pig bones?

Yes.

And I believe Dr. Brennan

will heap praise on me
for acquiring them.

Not as if that will
cheer me up.

And why?

'Cause I got them
from Adam Borchardt.

From his butchery.

The suspect?

It's a lot easier than
waiting for a warrant

that might never come.

I figured if
our butcher

butchered the victim,
he might have done it

in a similar manner in which
he would butcher an animal.

I might have to heap
a little praise on you, too.

It would be wasted.

Look at the cuts on
our victim's bones.

Each one extremely
precise and clean.

No clefts, no hesitation marks.

Definitely made by someone
who knows what they're doing.

Like the butchered pig bones.

And the flesh
was removed

in a similar way
as our victim's.

Is it true that she was
a lady of the night?

According to Booth, she may have
been prostituting herself

as a way of
supplementing her income.

An occasional prostitute.

Interesting.

I was thinking sad.

The nicks on
both sides

of the mandible appear to
be at the ends of an arc

that would've
transected the victim's

left-side
carotid artery.

The killer slit her throat.

Judging by the
microscopic spalls,

the nick on the right side
of the mandible would be

the exit wound.

Meaning the killer
was right-handed.

Which rules out
our left-handed butcher.

I don't look so good now, do I?

Does that cheer you up?

A little.

Oh, my God.

The killer slit her throat.

That's now old news.

And she was
an occasional prostitute

that was dumped in the garbage.

There is more than
butchery and applesauce

that's old school here.

The killer was mimicking
Jack the Ripper.

Do I even want to know?

Dr. Saroyan.

It's past 10:00.
What are you still doing here?

Oh, digging through
the booze-soaked

lobster ravioli I found
in the victim's stomach.

Last meal, huh?

Two-thousand-buck-
a-night call girl,

definitely not skimping
on dinner.

You might be able to find
what restaurant she went to.

Your turn.

I am examining
the victim's remains.

By the light of a lantern?

The lantern provides oblique
lighting, which bounces off

an angled reflector
and back onto the bone,

which happens to be awesome for
spotting scratches

and micro cuts on bone.

But mostly it's because
it appeals

to your sense of the macabre.

It does make me look
insane, doesn't it?

Yes.

Yeah. But what if I told you
I found something?

Microfracturing on
the anterior aspect

of the right radius and ulna
is inconsistent

with the V-shaped incisions.

So, not caused by a blade?

Nope.

What do you think caused them?

Well, I do not know,
but I can certainly keep looking.

And people think I'm creepy
because I'm a pathologist.

Bones.

Yes?

Is Sweets in our bathroom?

Yes. Should I have put
a note on the door?

Well, a little warning
would have been nice.

What's he doing
in our bathtub?!

Jets.

Our jets... in our bathtub.

Societies in Japan and Turkey

encourage public bathing.

In modern-day Finland...

Finland? Whoa, whoa!
This is not Finland.

Sorry, Booth.

I should have
locked the door, huh?

Because you played on so many
sports teams and spent

a lot of time in the army,

I assumed you were comfortable
with male nudity.

You know, fear of nudity
is called "gymnophobia"?

Okay, listen, psychology
and anthropology--

I liked it better when you two
were fighting, all right?

Are we done with our bathtub?

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah?

I like to soak

in our tub after work.

If you'd seen
Booth's X-rays,

you'd understand.

The list of bones
that he hasn't broken is shorter

than the ones that he has.

Really?

Now what?

Yeah?

Hey, is Dr. Brennan home?
What the hell

are you doing here?

Sweets, looking right up
your skirt there.

We weren't expecting guests.

We're not expecting...
What are you...?

Hello? Time out.
Can this

not wait
until tomorrow?

Doctor, check this out.
Microfracturing on both wrists.

Very symmetrical.

The victim was
restrained.

This is looking more and more

like an abduction-
torture scenario.

This can't wait till
tomorrow because...?

This probably isn't
a one-time thing.

We have a serial killer!

That's what I'm saying!
Jack the Ripper is back.

Jack the Ripper.
I don't buy it.

Why?

Because serial killers
don't dump

their victims in the garbage.
Let's go. Out!

Out. Get out of the house.
Bye-bye. Done.

Back to the lab, squints.
And you, Sweets,

go put some
clothes on.

Oy! Now I have to go
clean the tub, thanks to Sweets.

What did I do?
You don't need to clean it.

Just get up
the stairs, Sweets.

What am I, a sasquatch?
Yes.

This artisan world--

that's why I studied art
in the first place,

to pursue
my true passion.

Hey, I thought I was
your true passion.

You know what I mean.

Yes, I do.

My true passion are bugs
and slime and yours is art.

But come on, now.
I think we're doing pretty well.

Dr. Hodgins,
what does an ethanol

composed of rye, juniper berries
and licorice mean to you?

Juniper berries and rye points
to gin.

Licorice...

Is it part
of the liquor or separate?

In the liquor.

It was the last thing
our victim drank

before she was murdered.

Was there a sign
of any drugs?

Rohypnol? Narcotics?
No.

Hey, gin can be pretty
debilitating all on its own.

But she didn't drink
all that much.

Well, you'd think a prostitute
would deaden the pain

with anything she could find.

I hope someone isn't
targeting prostitutes.

It would help if

we could talk to the pimp,

but Booth's had a hard time
tracking him down.

Old Tom Gin!

Excuse me?

Old Tom Gin is an old-fashioned
English gin

sweetened with licorice
instead of sugar.

It's extremely
rare today.

It sounds like more artisans.

Yeah, Cam is right.

Old Tom Gin is made at
Dr. Biltmore's micro distillery.

Which is a few blocks from
our victim's applesauce store.

And, oh, boy.

What?

Dr. Biltmore's is owned and
operated by Dr. Cole Reese.

The doctor that treated
our victim.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

Sure.

Reese had his own practice,

but closed it to open
up a distillery.

So he volunteers
at the free clinic.

These people all seem to be
following their dreams.

Reese is following
something, all right.

Look, read his record.

Right. Arrested for solicitation
in 2003.

You know, one of the most
prevalent theories

about Jack the Ripper is that
he was, in fact, a physician.

The clinic would be an ideal way
to pick victims.

Right, and to ensure
that the victim

wasn't an undercover cop, hmm?

That, too.
Yep.

Booth, the front door is off
its hinges.

Looks like Reese is really
into the good old days.

Sounds like
he's not alone.

I'll get the door.
Shh.

Drop it, Reese!

Drop it.

Just give me an excuse.
Just one.

You know, most doctors
live by a code of ethics.

"Do no harm" is
one of them.

And who was I harming,
Dr. Sweets?

I'm the victim here.

You're the...?
Excuse me?

You were caught tying up
a woman, holding a knife.

Harmless role-play.

And paying Jessica,
who was one of your patients,

that's also harmless?

Yes.

I follow my passions.

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

It's moralizing psychologists
like you

that make society puritanical
and narrow-minded.

It's psychologists like me
that understand that you are--

to coin a 19th century term

you might be familiar with--
a paraphiliac.

I don't want to kidnap
and ravish an actual

unwitting young woman,
so I hire someone

to play the role
of the damsel in distress.

That's all these events were.

But even though
you were paying her,

you still had to get Jessica
drunk to get her to play along.

Jessica had never been
handcuffed before.

She was nervous. I was hoping

that a libation would
loosen her up a little.

Well, judging by the fractures
on her wrists,

I guess that didn't work out
too well, did it?

Jessica began struggling,
she was screaming to be let go.

Since you're into bondage,
seeing her in pain

must have turned you on.

I'm not a monster.

Listen, that poor girl was
making herself bleed trying

to rip the handcuffs
from the bedpost.

I took them off her
as quickly as I could.

Next thing I know,
the front door is kicked in,

this 250-pound behemoth
throws me across the room.

Her pimp?

Bodyguard.

He stuffed me in a closet.

Did he say anything?
No.

He was obviously furious.

But he was silent.
No threats, nothing.

Well, we'll be analyzing
all of the surgical instruments

from your clinic, Dr. Reese.
Be my guest.

And the antique
medical equipment

we found hidden in
your apartment.

Those tools are very valuable.

That's the only reason
that they were hidden.

These antiques are beautiful,
but the edges are far too rough

to have caused
the injuries we found.

If I were to create
a calendar

of history's most
ghoulish killings,

the Black Dahlia murder
would have to be my December.

Had medical examiners in 1947
had access to the technology

we have today,
Elizabeth Short's murder

would have certainly
been solved.

Well, the Medio-Cam would
have easily unearthed

particulates left behind
by the murder weapon.

The considerable space between
the blade

and the V-shaped incision
suggests

this knife is too small
to be the murder weapon.

But we've only just begun.

Sure looks like the Doc
loved his sharp objects.

And we have casts
of some of the bone injuries.

Will you tell me again
about the French nobleman

who bathed in the
blood of children?

In a moment, Mr. Fisher.
Okay.

Both knives appear
to be tilted downward

in the femur at the same
45-degree angle.

That looks like a 45-degree angle
on the humerus

and the radius as well.

All of these incisions appear
to have been made in

a downward motion at
precisely the same angle.

Meaning?

The killer was even more precise
than we had originally thought.

Well, I can't think of anyone
more precise than a doctor.

I wish his tools agreed
with you.

Hey, Booth, I wanted

to apologize
for last night.

I totally took advantage
of your hospitality.

That wasn't cool.

Uh, don't worry
about it, Sweets.

You know what?
It's a great tub.

Oh, it really is.

Those jets are
awesome...

Stop. All right, enough
with the tub talk.

Okay. Um, I'm looking
for an apartment.

That's good.
You know what?

That's a great
first step.

Oh.
What is it?

None of the doctor's tools
matched

the injuries of the bones.

I got to admit, I'm off the
doctor as a prime suspect.

So, what are you thinking,
it was the pimp?

Well, I'm wondering why

a pimp would interrupt
his prostitute at work.

She could be
freelancing.

Cutting the pimp out
of the equation.

Yeah, that could get
someone killed.

Or...
Or...

The big guy was a client

who had developed feelings
for Jessica.

You know, that kind of paranoid
unrequited love

could definitely fuel feelings
of intense rage.

That's him. That's our guy.
I gotta find him.

I gotta find an apartment.

Okay, so keep
your eye out for a man,

approximately
six-foot-six,

between 250 and 280
pounds, dark hair.

I'm looking for him anywhere
near Reese's place.

Wouldn't imagine
there would be

that many surveillance cameras
in the neighborhood.

Yeah. You know, none of the
artisanal shops even use them.

Half of them don't even
have phones.

In New York, the police

eventually tracked down

the Son of Sam through
a parking ticket.

A ticket. That's genius, Cam.

This Web site collects all

traffic violations to analyze

traffic flow
and congestion.

And?

Reese lives one door
from the intersection.

These are all the photos of the
drivers caught running the red

on Reese's block on
Saturday night when

Jessica was with Reese.

You think he was driving?
No, no.

But look at the angle
of the camera.

Right across the street
from Reese's building.

There he is.
Look, in the background.

You sure this
is our guy?

Well, yeah.

I mean, unless you see

another six-foot-six,
250-pound man

in front of Reese's building

at the same time
the victim was there.

Let's get the FBI to put his
picture on the nightly news,

see if the public
can identify him.

Pretty cool.

Well done.

I saw my face on the news,
turned myself in.

I did not kill Jess.

That girl meant the world to me.

What was it, Willis?

Did you end up
buying a night or two with her

and end up falling in love?

No, no.

You have it all
really, really wrong.

Okay, why don't you tell me
how it really, really is.

Jess was my niece.

Ah, you know, you're not
starting off too good.

See, Jessica Pearson
has no family members.

Not by blood.

Jessica's father and I
were best friends

since we were
seven years old.

When he died, I promised him

that I would take care
of his daughter.

That was ten years ago.

And why should I believe you?

I got photos of me and Jess
since she was five.

Okay?

Look.

High school graduation.

After that, I paid for
two years of college.

You can check it all out.

As Jess got older,

she didn't need me as much.

Maybe I reminded her of her dad,
I don't know.

She calls me out of the blue

about some guy
who was scaring her.

The butcher?

I took care of that.

But I'm not stupid.

I have eyes.

I saw how Jess's life was going.

So you figured out
that she was...

Yeah.

I saw it.

So you followed her?

I heard her scream.

So I kicked down the door...

And you stuffed her client
in the closet.

I came this close
to killing him.

This close.

You and me could be sitting
here now, only you'd be right.

Agent Booth,

you got anybody
that you're responsible for?

Who needs help
even though they feel like

they got to
out in the world on their own?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I'm in banking.

I'm not a big guy; medium guy.

But I told Jess
that I could get investors

for her applesauce company,
so that she could stop...

...taking clients for money
and make a go of it.

Was she going to take the deal?

She said she'd think about it.

That was the last night
you saw her.

Yes.

Okay, so this is a rundown
of how the injuries

were dispersed
across the remains.

Four incisions
to the skull,

seven to the right
arm, six to the left,

eight to the
thoracic region,

two to the pelvis
and another four on each leg.

It appears as if the spacing
between the incisions

on the left arm
is equal to the spacing

between the incisions
on the thoracic region.

Okay, that's interesting.

Let me try
the right arm.

Hmm.

Try the legs, Angela.

Whoa.

What is this telling us?

This is the position
the victim was in

when her flesh was removed.

She was protecting
herself.

She was cut 18 times
with surgical-like precision.

Why would she stay
in the same position

throughout the
entire attack?

Perhaps she was already dead
at this point?

Or worse,

she could have been paralyzed

and forced to bare witness

to the systematic carving
of her own flesh.

There's something very odd here.

Well, yeah,

but you're gonna have to be
a little bit more specific

than that for those of us
who find

this entire scenario odd.

These wounds are too regular,

too precise.

Each one is calculated.

The surgical precision,

the working knowledge
of the human anatomy.

I think the doctor's our guy.

No.

The evidence indicates

that this was done
by some kind of machine.

Yeah, I believe if Jessica
Pearson wanted to sell out,

her partner might have been
angry enough to murder.

Come on, really?
Over applesauce?

For artisans,
it's their life.

You know, Brooke might have
thought that Jessica was

attacking the very foundation
of her life.

Oh, better her partner
is a prostitute

than sells out?

Essentially, yeah.

It's not about money
for these people.

You know, artisans
go into business

'cause they're passionate
about the products they create.

That is so un-American.

Hey, so, uh,

I'm going to move out
of the house tonight.

Hey, you found a place?
You've been great,

but I think we both know it's
time I face the world on my own.

It's time.

Excuse me.

Brooke Guminski, we have
a search warrant here

for the premises.
Can't this wait?

I've got orders to fill,
and I'm all by myself.

Well, you should have considered
that before you killed Jessica.

We know that Jessica came
to visit you before she left

for Baltimore; we know what
you two were talking about.

We didn't talk about anything.

She stopped by to grab a couple
jars before she left town.

Booth?
Yeah?

I believe I discovered
the murder weapon.

What do we have here?

Nothing.

It's a ribbon blender.

We use it to blend spices
into our sauce.

If the victim
fell into this blender

while the blades were spinning,
her body would have

become wedged to the side

where the blades would
have continuously

sliced her at a
45-degree angle

while removing her flesh.

It was an accident, wasn't it?

Bones?

We are certain
to find

bone shards or
splinters in here.

Look, it looks much better
to the jury if you tell me

that it was an accident before
Bones here finds any evidence.

It was an accident.

She told me she wanted to sell,
and I slapped her and...

Would it have been so bad
to make some money?

My parents only cared
about money.

It destroyed their marriage.

It destroyed my childhood.

I didn't mean
for Jessica to fall in.

I turned it off,
but it was too late.

I didn't know what to do,
so I cleaned up the mess

and I dumped the body
down the street.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I feel guilty

feeling so good
after Christine goes to bed.

Good to be happy when
the baby goes down.

Is it?
Yeah, it is.

It gives us time
to be alone, huh?

This applesauce is pretty good.

Yeah. You want some?

No. The wine is fine.

It's not bad,
I'm telling you.

Nine bucks.

Nine-buck applesauce is kind of
like drinking a fine wine.

I mean, I'm
telling you.

Plus, keeps the doctor away.

Actually, eating too many apples
could do the opposite,

since they contain
a lot of sugar.

You could get diabetes.

Great.

That's nine bucks
down the drain, hmm?

You know what?

Stick with the Scotch.

Alone time...

All right, thanks.

What-- wait, you're leaving?

Yeah, I don't want
to overstay my welcome.

Thanks a million
though for...

Come on, Sweets.

Come on in.

You know, hey, have some sauce.

We have apple or wine.

But you can't have my Scotch.

Did I somehow
give you the impression

that you should leave?

Because you haven't
overstayed your welcome, yet.

Come on,
put the bag back.

Put it back.

Is this because you
want to win the pool?

Oh, you know about that?

Yeah, Booth only wins if I stay

another two
weeks, right?

Is that why
you want him to stay?

No. No.
Don't you think that

as a man, I should be on my own?
I mean...

Most cultures
have ceremonies

to celebrate milestones
in a man's life.

Oh, God, this isn't
about circumcision, is it?

No, it's about dancing.
What?

There are
three important elements

in moving on
past an old relationship:

admission...

I admit it's over with Daisy.

...cleansing...
Right, you were in our jet tub.

...and celebration.

So I can't get my own apartment
till I celebrate being alone?

That's right.

Anthropology is
all about dancing.

You getting in on this?

No. Why?

It's your ceremony.

Bones, what are you doing?

Are you okay?

Celebrate! You're free!

I am free.
I am free!

And someone out there

who doesn't
know it yet

will be getting the great gift
that is you.

Lucky, lucky them!

Yeah! They are lucky!

Okay.

Elevator down.

I feel so at
home right now.

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