All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E14 - The Man in the Mansion (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Do you have therapy today?

It's not therapy.

Well, you're seeing
a psychiatrist.

Not for therapy.

It's an official
evaluation, okay?

OFFICER: Person who found
the body's in the living room.

Great. Crime scene first,
then we talk to the witnesses.

-Corpse is gonna
be in the den.
-Thanks.

-What is that?
-What's what?

Your tie, it's staid.

-Staid?
-Yeah, and boring.

It looks like
J. Edgar Hoover picked it out.

Look, it's something
I'm working on, okay?

In therapy?

Look, Gordon-Gordon says that
the, you know, the wild socks

and the fancy ties are all just,
you know, quiet rebellions

helping me suppress
other impulses.

-Isn't that good?
-You'd think so, right?

But, you know, apparently,
all the other issues

have to just rise
to the top.

Why do you call your
psychiatrist Gordon-Gordon?

Because that's how he
introduces himself, you know?

"Hi, I'm Gordon.
Gordon Wyatt."

Like James. James Bond.

Bond. James Bond.

Not James. Ja--
James-- Whatever.

SAROYAN:
We're over here.

And you might want to tuck
your pants into your socks.

The flies get in
everywhere.

[groans]

What, no cartoon characters
on the socks?

Never had cartoon characters
on the socks.

They were just--
Um, never mind, okay?

What do we got here?

Three weeks decomp,
give or take.

Ah, place was
tossed, huh?

No forced entry.

The victim is probably
the man of the house:

Terence Bancroft.

His wife Clarissa identified
the watch and wedding ring.

-This isn't good for me.
-Yeah, it's pretty gross.

No, not that.
There's too much soft tissue

for me to tell anything.

I mean-- In fact,
why am I here at all?

The Bancroft family
asked for us specifically.

What, they got
some kind of pull?

The Bancroft Wing
at the Jeffersonian.

60 million bucks
will buy a lot of goodwill.

BOOTH: [scoffs] Typical.

This dried crust
here at the mouth.

When the jugular's cut,
the air mixes with venous blood

and the negative pressure
causes an air embolism.

Death is very quick.

So just sit there
and stop complaining.

-BRENNAN: Bound.
-SAROYAN: Multiple stab wounds.

We need photos of
these spatter patterns.

Bet this statue's worth
more than my house.

You know, you should ask your
therapist about your issues

with rich people.

You're in therapy?

You've seen the socks.

SAROYAN: The victim's wife
is in the kitchen.

I was-- I was at the
vineyard for a month.

And Terry was supposed to be
at his fishing camp in Idaho,

so the house
was closed up.

And you didn't try to contact
him at all during that time?

We spoke three weeks ago,

um... the day before
he was supposed to leave.

The cabin doesn't
get cell service.

I heard the officers talking
about a possible home invasion?

Definite possibility.

Well, Terry supports
a youth center

on the other side
of the Anacostia River.

Rough neighborhood, tough kids.

I was always afraid to go there,

but he said it was because
I didn't really know them.

Yeah. Listen, I'd like you
to put a list

of things together
that might've gone missing,

and give me a call.

Okay.

-That the Bancroft case?
-Yeah.

Looks like a home-invasion
homicide, right?

Yes. I'm running
dental records now.

Cam is finishing up
the autopsy.

But Booth is pretty sure
it's Terry Bancroft?

Yes.

There was a lot
of insect activity.

Samples are
at your workstation.

Also, the extension cord
used to tie him up

and everything that was
on top of his desk.

He was tied up?

His heart was perforated,

but there's no blood
in the thoracic cavity.

He was stabbed
after he was already dead.

What-what killed him?

His jugular
was punctured.

Multiple stabs
are congruent

with killers jacked
on crystal meth

or just plain adrenaline.

Why kill him?

No sign of forced entry.
He probably knew his attackers.

-[computer beeping]
-We have a match.

Confirmed. Terence Bancroft.

He knew his killers.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yeah, absolutely.

I'll get on
insect analysis right away.

-Hodgy?
-Yeah? Hey.

Hi. Good morning, Angela.

I have blood splatter
patterns on my computer,

if you need to match them
to anything you have here.

Uh, yeah, thanks.
I'll come take a look

after I get through with
the evidence from the desk.

-You okay?
-Mm-hmm, yeah.

Yeah? Want to
have lunch later?

Okay, yeah.

♪♪

Won't I get to play?

Uh, no, you will be cheering
and watching.

What fun is that?

I am a mad sagger.

I-I wear my shorts
very, very low.

Okay.

[laughs]

You suck hugely
at being a girl.

Okay, okay,
anthropology, anthropology.

Oh, okay, think of it
as a social ritual

in which I impress you
with my manly prowess

during a game
of basketball.

You want
to impress me?

I'm traditional that way.

Why don't you just bonk me
on the head with a giant club?

I'd much prefer you came to the
game and ogled my butt crack.

You know, it's law enforcement
versus public defenders;

guys with ponytails
and love handles, you know.

We're heavily favored.

[imitates swish]

So?

Hi, Clarissa.

Jack.

I...

You heard
about Terry?

Can I come in?

Last time I saw you,
you didn't have a beard.

Yeah, last time you saw me,
I couldn't grow a beard.

I'm sorry about Terry.

It makes everything that
happened between us look...

Meaningless.

Just... a lot
less important

than it seemed
at the time.

I got over us, Clarissa.

Then how come it took Terry
getting murdered

for you to show up at our door?

Where did you get this?

I work at the
Jeffersonian Institution.
I'm on the case.

This showed up
with the evidence.

I don't understand.
Why are you bringing it to me?

If my bosses were aware that
I knew the victim or his wife,

they'd remove me
from the investigation,

and I would really like to help
catch whatever son of a bitch

murdered my friend.

So, someone introduces us...

"Nice to meet you,
Ms. Bancroft."

"And you, too,
Dr. Hodgins."

Got it.

Jack?

Terry and I were...

[clears throat]

...having some
marital problems,

but we were
getting through it.

That's gonna make me
a suspect, isn't it?

I can't talk about it, Clarissa.

[door closes]

MAN: Terry. Man,

we're really gonna miss
that guy around this place.

Foot the bill
for this place?

Oh, you know, he was more
than a checkbook.

I mean, Terry, he took
a personal interest.

-How personal?
-No.

Don't even go there,
man, all right?

Terry, he was one
of the good guys.

These kids are
pretty hardcore, huh?

Oh, yeah, yeah, you know--
drugs, gangs, violence.

Any recent arguments
or incidents?

Well, apparently,
the night before Terry was gonna

head up to his cabin,
he caught a kid

with a couple pounds
of heroin.

Couple pounds?
The kid was a mule.

Yeah, he was running deliveries
to Baltimore on the bus.

Did you see Bancroft
take the drugs from the kid?

No.

How about any of these kids,
did they see it?

Sure, yeah, you know,
until you ask them;

then nobody saw nothing.

Well, did Bancroft
call the police?

Oh, man, come on.
We did that, no kid would ever

set foot back
in this place.

Huh. Then what, huh?
Flushed it down the toilet?

No, no, it's not like
that. I mean, Terry,

he would always deliver
whatever he snagged to the cops.

Otherwise, the supplier would
think they would get ripped off,

and then the mule ends up dead.

So this...
is Julio Diaz' locker.

Oh. Blood on the kid's
sweatshirt.

No, no, Julio would never
kill anybody.

I mean, he might deliver drugs,
but he really liked Terry.

Well, maybe Julio's supplier?

When was the last time
Julio was here?

The day Terry took the heroin.

All right, look, if it
wasn't for Terry Bancroft,

this place wouldn't exist.

Come on, I need one
witness who saw Terry

take the dope from Julio Diaz.
Just one.

Sorry, man.

MONTENEGRO:
What is not to like?

Go watch Sully
play basketball.

He still hasn't made
a move on me.

How many times
have you gone out?

Four or six,

depending on
how you define "go out."

Right. Bumping into
each other at the diner

does not count
as going out.

Four. There.

Along the interior
cervical vertebrae.

Is that shadow a glitch?

I don't do glitches.
Four, huh?

So the question is:

is this Sully damaged goods

or is he just
very respectful?

[chuckles]
Those are my choices?

Damaged goods, you run away,

very respectful,
you hang in.

I should just make
the first move.

No, Brennan... for once,

can you just pretend
that you're the girl?

Why is everyone so anxious
for me to be a girl?

Listen,
go to the basketball game,
let him show off for you,

and see what happens.

I don't know.
It sounds so passive.

Now you've got it.

BOOTH:
You just don't get it.

What? I'm asking
for guy advice,

you are a guy.

-What's not to get?
-First of all,

guys, they don't ask
for advice; and secondly,

I'm not gonna help you
get my partner into bed.

Why not?
It's not like you want her.

Unless...

Do you want her?

Ah, come on, huh?
Bones is, you know...

-she's my partner.
-[chuckles] Oh.

That is why you need
psychiatric treatment,
because you have

the hots for
your partner.

I'm not in psychiatric
treatment, okay?

It's an evaluation.
Big difference.

I can tell that Brennan
is the go-slow type,

but you got to help
me out on how slow,

because too slow is worse
than not slow enough.

-Agent Booth?
-Yeah?

District cops got a
kid matching your APB

down at the morgue.

MAN:
John Doe number 120806,

male, approximately
14 years old.

His body was found under the
Anacostia Bridge on the sixth.

That was almost 20 days ago.

I-I think that's Julio.

That's definitely his
gold chain, for sure.

Cause of death?

Single gunshot wound
to the back of the head.

-Execution style.
-Yeah, if, uh--

if Terry hadn't gotten
the drugs to the cops,

the supplier would've
come after Julio.

Terry Bancroft got killed
for that heroin.

Dr. Brennan saw a
shadow on the X-rays.

I removed the tissue
from the bones

-and found a fungus.
-Not odd.

If you were decomposing
for three weeks,

you'd probably work up
a fungus or two as well.

The interior cervical vertebrae.

Spell it out, bone boy.

The jugular was cut and
the blood pooled here.

SAROYAN:
He was lying on his back
for several hours.

BOOTH: Anything new?

Yes.

The victim was killed

by the puncturing
of his jugular,

left lying there
for several hours,

then the murderer came back.

Forced the body into his chair.

And stabbed him 14 more times.

Oh, to make it look
like a home invasion.

The blood
on Julio's sweatshirt

found in the locker
was definitely Bancroft's.

Well, that doesn't
make sense.

Bancroft confiscates
the kid's dope,

kid runs to the supplier,
they go to Bancroft's place,

scare him into
telling them where the dope is,

-then kill him.
-Only that doesn't scan.

I mean, why murder the kid?

'Cause he was there.
'Cause he cried.

'Cause he blew his nose
on a red hankie.

-They don't need much reason.
-Well, I don't like it.

Doesn't mean it's not true.

HODGINS:
Calliphora vomitoria.

Prepupal stage
of the third instar.

Does that give us
a postmortem interval?

18.5 days.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can be
that accurate from flies?

DOJ Forensics has new
statistical models

of maggot growth to
pinpoint death within
a six-hour window.

Hmm. Then I was right.

About what?

Julio Diaz
was killed 20 days ago.

18.5 days ago is after
his body was found.

Then how did Bancroft's blood
get on Julio's sweatshirt?

Julio Diaz was dead
under that bridge.

Somebody else put that blood
on his sweatshirt.

[indistinct chatter]

-Yo, Peanut! Peanut!
-WOMAN: Talkin' 'bout Peanut!

-Sully's looking good.
-Hot.

You know, Scotty says

Sully won't shower
with the other guys.

Guy's got some
kind of an issue.

Guys only got one
kind of issue, girl.

Then I guess we know why
they call him Peanut.

[women laugh]

[whistle blows]

Um, in point of fact,
it is therapy.

What? No. No, it's not.
It's an evaluation.

No, I've already
certified you

as fit to carry a gun
and go back to work.

Okay, then why
are we meeting?

Well, because you
discharged your weapon

at an ice cream truck.

My provisional certification
of your mental health only holds

as long as you
continue to meet with me.

Great. For how long?

Till I'm satisfied
that you won't start

firing at confectioners again.

What's your objection
to therapy?

[chuckles] You know what, Doc?
I am not the kind of guy

who's got
anything to hide.

Do you know, I often find
that when people declare

what they are not,
it almost invariably turns out

that's precisely
what they are.

Great. Then you know what?
No more declarations for me.

[laughs] You do know
that what you just said is,

in fact, the very avatar

-of a declaration?
-Avatar?

That's great. Can I get
a cup of coffee

-and a, uh...
-Tea, please.

-Tea.
-Sure.

Let me ask you a question, Doc.

Why is it that, every time
you introduce yourself,

you always say
your name twice, huh?

[British accent] "Hello, my
name is Gordon, Gordon Wyatt."

Well, now you're simply
lashing out, aren't you?

Why don't we talk about

-the case you're working
on at the moment?
-What?

Well, I am trained as
a forensic psychiatrist.

I might be able to help.

Okay, fine. Great.

I have a dead rich guy,
works with at-risk youth,

gets brutally murdered
after confiscating

a couple pounds of heroin
from one of his kids.

Interesting the
first word you used

to describe him is "rich."

Ah, second.
First description was "dead."

Why do you think you have a
problem with wealthy people?

This case, a perfect example.

This guy, he makes up
his own rules.

What's that word that you used?

-Entitled.
-Yeah, entitled.

That's what got him killed.

Now, did this rich guy,
by any chance, have a wife?

Oh, what, are we
changing the subject now?

And does the rich guy's
wife have a lover?

I just told you.

The murder has to do
with the heroin.

The boy the victim
took the heroin from

also turned up murdered.

And is this boy from
a modest background?

Doesn't get any modester.

So is there any chance
that you would

rather catch
the boy's murderer

than the wealthy
fellow's murderer,

so you have decided that
they're one and the same?

Any chance that you've
based this assumption

purely on your bias against
rich, entitled people?

Hmm. You know what?

I did the belt buckle,
I did the tie, I did the socks.

What else do you want from me?

What would you say
if I told you

that my name actually
is Gordon Gordon Wyatt?

That my first and middle
names are the same?

-Yeah, baby!
-WOMAN: See you there?

Okay, let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

Whew! So, you ready to go?

Don't you want
to take a shower?

Eh, I don't sweat that much.

Won't you be uncomfortable
at the restaurant?

It's a scuzzy bar.

I'll be one of the
best-smelling things there.

Next to you, of course.

You played very well.

Thank you.

In fact,
you were the best.

See, that's why
I wanted you to come.

You know, to be impressed.

It was an impressive
display of manhood.

Well, thank you.

Athletics as an
analog for battle.

In effect, you were
a warrior tonight.

[chuckles] Wow.

You really were impressed.

There are quite a number
of ways that men judge

their relative maleness
with respect to other men.

Uh-huh.

Muscles.

Income. Cars.

Attractive mates.
Tolerance to alcohol.

Hair loss. And, of course,
the size of the sexual organ.

Oh! Save something for us
to discuss at dinner.

Well... women don't
care about that.

Dinner, or-or hair loss?

The size of the
sexual organ.

Ours or yours?

Penis size only matters
to other males.

See, I was hoping you'd
comment on how I shut down

the other team's offense.

Well, their offense wasn't
really all that good.

Oh, you know
how to hurt a guy.

It's not a bad thing.
I like it.

A little sauce, a little zing.

Okay, the flake
on the trachea was India ink.

It came from this.

It's a scrimshawed
letter opener.

Wiped clean,
but there are still

minute traces
of Terence Bancroft's

blood in the etchings.

I need to pull
a little con on the wife.

-Your wife?
-No, the victim's wife.

Why?

Find out if she was
cheating on her husband.

I thought the murder
was because of the heroin.

Well, it is,
but, you know,

I need you
to come along and, you know,

collect some dust
or pollen or seeds,

or whatever the hell
it is you do,

so I can get in
and figure out

if she's got
anything to hide.

How will you do that?

Oh, got my ways. Come on.

Wow, you know,
I'm really busy here

with the murder weapon.

Plus, found a fiber
in the victim's throat.

It's actually muskrat.

Muskrat, hey,
that's a perfect cover.
We'll go to the mansion,

you go inside and you look for
anything made out of muskrat.

Come on.

Why are you dragging
your feet? Let's go.

I'll-I'll get my kit.

Yeah, get your kit.

Good evening, Ms. Bancroft.

This is, uh, Dr. Hodgins
from the Jeffersonian.

-I was wondering if--
-Very pleased to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Hodgins.
Clarissa Bancroft.

Dr. Hodgins, uh,
needs to take a look

inside in the den,
if that's all right.

Uh, what are you looking for?

Muskrat.

[sighs]

How long will
Dr. Hodgins be in there?

Well, you know,
a homicide investigation

is pretty invasive.

The family and the victim,
they lose all their privacy.

I understand.

Do you?

Because, uh...

it's inevitable
that we find out everything.

What kind of doctor is Jack?

Bugs. Slime.

There's fancier names, but...

that's about it.

You know, don't you?

You know that
I had an affair.

It's best you tell me
everything.

It ended three months ago.

Terry and I were
working through it.

Separate vacations?

I didn't say
it wasn't difficult.

You can love someone
and still hurt them.

You need his name?

-Yeah.
-Leland Oliver.

He's our financial consultant.

If you'd divorced
your husband...

I would've gotten,
at most, half of his money.

This way, I get it all.

Leland knew that
better than anyone.

That's exactly why I didn't
say anything earlier.

How did you know Dr. Hodgins'
first name?

You introduced us.

I never said his first name.

Just tell him, Clarissa.

All right, look,
I'm sorry.

But it doesn't change anything.

Hey, this is not a problem.

Not a problem?
Not a problem, huh?

I ought to arrest you
for tampering with evidence.

This goes to trial,
you're in Ibiza

or Antarctica on vacation.

Start looking for another job.

[engine starts]

Hodgins,
what is the significance
of the muskrat fur?

Yeah, Hodgins, what
is the significance

of the muskrat fur?

Muskrats have
an underlayer of fur;

the outer layer
is coarse hair.

This is--
this is muskrat hair.

Fur, hair...

I doubt our victim's jugular
was cut by a muskrat.

Is there something going on?

You want to tell them?

The muskrat hair was colored
with a new dye

that's just been patented by
a menswear company in Canada.

So the murderer was dressed
in one of these jackets?

BOOTH: Wait a second.

That one.

BRENNAN: The leather bomber
with muskrat liner.

BOOTH: That's the one
Robert Frazier was wearing.

The director of
the youth drop-in center.

Then we have our murderer.

Good job, Hodgins.

No, not "Good job, Hodgins."

He might have blown
the whole case.

I told him it is not a problem.

BRENNAN:
What happened?

Look, I don't care what he does
in his time off,

but when he screws around
with evidence

to get in the pants
of an old girlfriend

on one of my murder cases,
that's a problem.

CAROLINE:
I already got no proof

how the victim got
hold of that heroin.

Now you're saying I can't
put Hodgins on the stand? Why?

You don't want to know
the answer to that.

BRENNAN: Why doesn't
she want to know?

As the prosecutor in this case,

I'm obliged to share everything
I know with the defense.

Just because
Clarissa Bancroft and I--

Whoa!

Good night.

Not hear what
she just said?

There are some things
she can't know.

Clarissa and I were engaged.

-[scoffs]
-She and Terry

started something up,
and it unfolded

the way those things do.

I haven't contacted
or heard from

either of them
in eight years.

Then Terry got killed--

And like every other rich guy
in the world,

you decided the rules
just didn't apply to you.

Hey! The guy used to be
my friend,

all right?
And Clarissa--

You tampered with evidence.

The glass and frame
were evidence.

The photograph I removed
was not.

I wanted
to work Terry's murder.

Obviously,
you're off the case.

Should be off the job.

That is not
your decision, Booth.

I apologize.

I will deal with this
however you see fit.

CAROLINE: Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

my good friend, Mr. Barron,
is gonna give you a long speech

about what reasonable doubt is.

He's mostly gonna be right.

But facts are facts,
ladies and gentlemen,

and the fact is
Mr. Robert Frazier killed

Mr. Terence Bancroft

for a few pounds of heroin.

They've got anthropologists
and psychiatrists

and particulate experts

and blood experts,

the whole weight of
the Jeffersonian Institution,

all interpreting the facts
for you.

And I stress the
word "interpret,"

because you, as the jury,

are the arbiters
of common sense.

That gets lost
in all the science.

Would you describe
how the victim was killed?

Mr. Bancroft died
when a sharp instrument

was thrust into his jugular.

ADDY:
This is a dried fleck

of India ink left in
the victim's trachea.

It matches the ink
on a scrimshaw

letter opener the FBI
found at the scene.

Postmortem, the vicious attack
on the victim continued.

Objection. Categorization
of the attack as "vicious"

is prejudicial.

14 times a man was stabbed.

How many stabs does it take
to be vicious, exactly?

Sustained.

Using a 2-D image
from a stereomicroscope,

I was able to create
a three-dimensional model.

These kerf marks are congruent
with a double-edged blade,

one side serrated,
the other not.

Yeah, that's the knife
we found in the toolbox

in Robert Frazier's truck.

That would explain the prints
found by the FBI forensics lab?

Explain the prints,
but not the victim's blood.

Yeah, this is the jacket
Robert Frazier was wearing

at the time of his arrest.

BRENNAN: The hair on the left
came from the victim's larynx,

the hair on the right
came from the jacket.

And they came from
the same jacket?

They came from
the same muskrat.

[jurors chuckling]

CAROLINE: How did this hair
get into the victim's larynx?

The larynx and the trachea
were both punctured

by the murder weapon.

And that was
most logically achieved

by the murderer approaching
the victim from behind,

putting a choke hold on him,
and plunging the murder weapon

into his throat.

In doing so, the murderer
inadvertently stabbed

through his own jacket,

thus depositing
the muskrat hair

in the victim's throat.

CAROLINE: Let the record show
that that witness

is wiggling his finger
through the jacket

in a very convincing manner.

Objection to the use of the
phrase "very convincing manner."

Sustained.

Why?

Why what?

Why was Terence Bancroft killed?

Did you discover
a motive, Agent Booth?

I need five minutes,
Your Honor.

Look, man, I saw Terry
take the dope from Julio.

I don't see how that's gonna
help burn Frazier though.

It's called chain of evidence.

It'll help, okay? Trust me.

I'll say what I saw.

Terry was a good man.

So are you.

Come on, let's go.

Terry was like,
"Open that bag, Julio."

CAROLINE:
What did Julio do?

Just stood there.

Terry went over,
took the bag from him.

He opened it up.

It was packed
with pounds of blast.

Tell the jury
what that means.

Heroin.

At least two bricks.

And, like, everybody knows
what happens

if Terry catches you holding--
you get sent out for 72 hours.

And the drugs?

Straight to the police.

You believe Robert Frazier

killed Terence Bancroft
for that heroin?

BOOTH: Yes.

Robert Frazier
turned out to be a junkie.

That's why he wore
that jacket all the time.

Objection. Assuming facts
not in evidence.

What do you mean?

The defendant has every
needle disease in the book,

except HIV.

Same objection.

Plus, Ms. Julian
seems to deeply desire

to testify herself.

Yes, I would like to testify,

because then I'd know
what answers I was getting.

-[gavel bangs]
-JUDGE: All right, settle down.

This is a murder trial,

not a night
at the improv.

SAROYAN:
The victim was killed

and left for between
ten and 15 hours.

The murderer returned and
forced him into the chair.

This is also when
he was stabbed 14 times.

That ten to 15 hours
gave the murderer time

to soak Julia Diaz's sweatshirt
in the victim's blood,

in order to put the blame

on either Mr. Diaz
or the drug suppliers.

But you do not believe that
the defendant killed the boy.

No, but he might
as well have.

-Objection!
-I'll hear it.

Terence Bancroft intended
to give that heroin

to the police,

in order to keep Julio Diaz
square with his suppliers.

Thank you.

-Julio Diaz was 14 years old.
-Your Honor!

The prosecution apologizes,
Your Honor.

And rests.

MONTENEGRO: Wait.

You still haven't
slept together?

I know the problem.

His religious upbringing?

His penis.

What's wrong with it?

Apparently,
it's small.

[laughs] Oh.

Ooh, well,
that maybe explains

why he hasn't made
any moves on you yet.

He's insecure.

So I should make
the first move, right?

Yeah.

Take Sully for
a little test drive.

Maybe he's got
unlimited mileage.

That'll make up for the fact
that he's a subcompact.

BOOTH: Hey, Doc,

what we're doing here, would
that be considered therapy?

Oh, absolutely,
especially since I'm about

to inquire whether
you've experienced

any outbursts of temper
since I requested

you alter your dress code.

Yeah, one of the, uh,
the squints-- Hodgins--

decided the rules,
they didn't apply to him.

He got entitled and
jeopardized my murder case.

Ah, and you confronted him
physically?

Physical confrontation--
that's my main skill.

Entitled, you said.

Is he a wealthy man?

Yeah, like the guy
who got killed.

The murder victim

who... he tried to help a child
and then died for it?

And your...

-squint?
-Yeah, squint.

Extraordinary.

Your squint tried
to help a friend?

So they both endeavored
to do good.

With no clue of
the way things are.

The way things are as defined
by a working-class lad

from Pittsburgh.

That's right.

Pittsburgh, where I'm from,
all right, from the streets,

where you get a sense
of how the world really is.

Yes, I'm sure that's true,
but has it occurred to you

that without the distortion
of reality provided

by a privileged upbringing,

there'd be no such thing
as the Sistine Chapel,

the Taj Mahal or
Three Rivers Stadium,

home of your
beloved Steelers?

Three Rivers Stadium
was demolished in 2000.

Really was
a great place though.

I mean, that Lambert--

No doubt. The point is...

you rebel in your way,
your friend rebels in his.

We, all of us,

have to overcome
our upbringings,

rich and poor alike.

You know what?

I'm going to ask you
to go back to your bilious socks

and your ostentatious ties

and your provocative
belt buckles.

Oh, you're saying
if I wear flashy socks,

I'm gonna forgive Hodgins?

[chuckles]
Oh, Lord,

I'm not sure
I'm that good.

Well, perhaps I am. Hmm.

Oh, hey, Doc, Doc, Doc, um...

W-Why is it that the, uh,
the belt buckle is provocative?

Oh, it's a modern-day codpiece.

It forces the eye to the groin.

BARRON:
What process was used

to match the India ink
on the letter opener

with the flake
in the victim's trachea?

Hydropneumatic elutriation.

BARRON: Which involves
dissolving the sample in
a solution, correct?

-Yes.
-Essentially destroying it.

Yes.

And how was
the muskrat hair processed?

Liquid chromatograph
mass spectrometry.

And did you perform this test
personally, Dr. Saroyan?

No, it was done by a specialist
at the Jeffersonian.

And who might that be?

SAROYAN:
Dr. Jack Hodgins.

BARRON: The same man who
used flies to estimate

the time of death?

Yes.

The same Dr. Jack Hodgins
who was once engaged

to the victim's wife,
Clarissa Bancroft?

Objection!
Assumes facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Quite right, Your Honor.

The defense calls

Dr. Jack Hodgins
to the stand,

after which, we will be moving
for a dismissal of all charges.

BRENNAN: How do you think
they found out about

Hodgins and
Clarissa Bancroft?

That's a classic
defense move.

You just check out
the wife for motive,

run through the ex-lovers.

Well, the judge didn't
dismiss the case,

which is a miracle.

"Better you don't
know, Caroline."

[scoffs]

I figured it was
something small like a typo

in a search warrant, but no,

turns out Hodgins had motive
to kill the man himself.

Eight years ago,
maybe, but not now.

I've got Angela.

Hello. If I might continue.

The judge has
allowed you 24 hours

to come up with
additional evidence

that has never been seen,
heard, smelled, touched

or considered by Dr. Hodgins.

24 hours.

Hodgins was all over
this case.

We need something
brand-new,

or something that
Hodgins didn't touch.

Both weapons,
blood spatter evidence...

Trace evidence from the scene,
the heroin, the sweatshirt--

I mean, we've covered it all.

The answer is here,
in front of us,

just like always.

Well, w--

The fungus.

SAROYAN: What fungus?

The fungus Zack found along

the interior
cervical vertebrae.

Typical cadaver mold.

BRENNAN:
Let's have it identified.

That would usually
be Hodgins' job.

Not this time.

It's my letter
of resignation.

Your science was
dead-on perfect.

That's all I care about.

I don't need your resignation.

He didn't actually
tamper with evidence.

Dr. Hodgins endangered a case

by hiding his relationship
with a suspect.

I'm saving Dr. Saroyan
the trouble of firing me.

Well, how much trouble is it?

"You're fired!"

That's no
trouble at all.

A child could do it.

I appreciate it.

So we all agree
it's aspergillus?

ADDY: But there are

185 strains of aspergillus.

Clavatus, glaucus, flavus...

And they all look
totally alike to me.

No, no, these two
are different.

I don't see it.

Well, they're both... puddly.

Puddly?

Well, by "puddly," I mean

the hyphae are septate and
hyaline and the conidiophores

originate from
the basal foot cell

located on
the supporting hyphae

and terminate
in a vesicle.

Aspergillus ustus.

You found it.

Exactly how much time

have you been spending
with Hodgins?

Pie good?

I quit.

Handed in my
letter to Cam.

Idiot. [sighs]

Should've got fired.

Now... no severance package.

I figure, a guy like you,

I resign, that puts things right
between us.

Do we need to
discuss it past that?

What are we... girls?

Piece of pie for my friend.

CAROLINE:
I will remind the jury

that they have heard
previous testimony

from Dr. Clifford Lonsdale,

a clinical expert
in drug addiction.

Why should the jury care about
some Latin infections?

We found a fungus on the victim
called Aspergillus ustus.

Is that not very common?

The fungus in the victim
matches exactly

the strain Dr. Lonsdale found
in the defendant.

What are the chances
of that occurring?

Incalculable.

Which is something
I've never said before.

CAROLINE: Ms. Montenegro,
how did this happen?

When the defendant punctured
the victim's jugular,

he nicked himself.

Thus introducing the bacteria

directly into
the victim's bloodstream.

The fungus developed only

where blood from
the fatal stab pooled.

Here, along the spinal cord.

It did not spread
throughout the body.

Which means?

That only Mr. Frazier
could have infected the victim

and only within moments
of the victim's death.

And who found this fungus?

BRENNAN:
Dr. Zack Addy.

And who identified it?

BRENNAN:
Ms. Angela Montenegro.

And who realized
the significance of it?

I did.

BARRON: Dr. Jack Hodgins
participated

in no way whatsoever?

Objection!

The implication is offensive.

That objection has no standing
in law, Ms. Julian.

The witness will answer.

Despite the fact
that I have absolute faith

in Dr. Hodgins' integrity
and objectivity,

in this instance,
he was not involved.

Then the evidence stands.

I don't see how
they can do that.

-Who?
-Lawyers.

Do what?

BRENNAN:
Be all friendly.

SAROYAN:
The only people lawyers like

are other lawyers.

Well, they were married.

Well, they have a daughter,
second year at MIT.

Does anyone else
see the irony here?

Listen up, you people.

The verdict is gonna
come down any minute.

Maybe we'll win,
maybe we'll lose,

but this I do know:

You people have got to get
your sand together, you hear me?

Booth and you scientist
android brainiacs,

you got something
very special here.

But you are losing it--

dropping serial killers
off balconies

and blabbing suspects' names
to vengeful fathers,

cutting into heads
before their times,

getting poisoned,

getting blown up
because you go

grabbing for things
you shouldn't ought,

taking photographs
from frames,

getting a perfectly good car
smashed to bits

for no good reason!

Get it together!

Start using
your oversized heads.

This is the real world.

Now... I know

bug man here handed
in his resignation.

My official Justice Department
recommendation is the following:

we win the case,
he gets his job back.

We lose,
Booth shoots him.

The jury's returned
with a verdict.

Okay, let's go face the music.

♪♪

Will the defendant please rise?

Madame Foreperson,
please read the verdict.

FOREPERSON: We, the jury,
find the defendant

guilty.

Told ya so.

JUDGE:
This court is adjourned.

[gavel bangs]

Nicely done, Caroline.

Thank you.

♪ You would unfold

♪ And if you did,
you'd be wrong to take it ♪

♪ After all the tears
and all the laughter ♪

♪ Your happiness is
a string of disasters ♪

♪ Oh, what more
could someone ask for? ♪

♪

♪ No one's gonna say
it's wrong ♪

♪ To set alight your soul

♪ But if you did,
where would it go? ♪

♪ With all your home
in ashes ♪

♪ After all the fear
of showing ages ♪

♪ On your face like
a heavy scent of time ♪

♪ When time is
all we're after ♪

♪ To the waterside ♪

You look happy.

-Uh-huh.
-[chuckles]

You look really happy.

[chuckles]

You made the first move.

You told me
I should.

How was it?

I mean, I don't mean "it."

No, no, I do.
I mean "it."

I discovered something
very interesting

about cops
and nicknames.

Anthropologically
interesting?

Anatomically interesting.

They call the
bald guy "Curly"

and the fat guy "Tiny."

It's ironic.

So when they call Sully
"Peanut"...

He doesn't like to shower
with the other guys

because he
diverges from

the quantifiable
morphological norm.

What?
What's that mean?

Stands out from a crowd.

Do you have a nickname, Booth?

Something the other
cops call you.

Why? What have you heard?

Congrats, Brennan.

[laughs]Wow.

Those socks,
those are

-amazing.
-That's right.

The socks, the tie, the belt
buckle-- all escape valves

for my
socioeconomic rage.

I hate psychology.

Well, you know, they help me
deal with the day-to-day

irritations of dealing with
people that are more privileged.

I slept with Sully last night.

Oh, I thought you already--

No. Last night.

Oh, it's really
none of my business.

Except we're partners.

Yeah, there's that.

And you told me
about your socks.

Sex, socks--
pretty much the same word.

Do we have a case,
or are you just visiting?

Yeah, I'll fill
you in on the way.

It's messy; better get
some protection.

Let me get my gumboots.

[exhales]

Yeah, I'm gonna need
a flashier tie.

♪♪

What's that mean?