All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E15 - Bodies in the Book (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[giggling]

[sighing and moaning]

[phone rings]

SULLY: No, no, no, no, no.
Don't answer it.

[panting]
Oh, it's probably
the publicist for my book.

Shh... pretend
it's the ocean.

[phone stops ringing]

SULLY:
See that? God loves us.

[giggling and sighing]

[phone ringing]

Oh, she'll only keep calling.

I thought you hated publicity.

Well, it's part of my contract.

The book's getting
a lot of attention.

I'm just trying
to do my job.

Hello?

Hi, Ellen.

Of course you did look hot
on "The View."

I think Rosie had
a little thing for you.

BRENNAN:
That... that seems like a lot.

Well, it's two interviews
and a book signing in one day.

I-I don't know about Tuesday.

Just, um... send the schedule
to the Jeffersonian.

We'll discuss it, then, okay?

I'll see you--
I'm leaving right now.

HODGINS:
Now, this is something
you don't normally get to see

in the publishing house.

ELLEN:
Oh, dear Lord.

The jelly-looking stuff
that oozes out

turns into the ootheca.

-You smell that? Yeah.
-[gagging]

Sorry I'm late.

ELLEN:
Oh, thank God. Hank.

You know, dear, your book

is on the bestsellers list.

You don't have to work
in this place anymore.

This is my real love, Ellen.

I know a therapist, dear,

who could really help you.

Okay, um...

the reading and the book signing
are this Wednesday night.

Hank has arranged
for transportation.

Yes, a car will pick you up
here at the lab, Dr. Brennan.

And then there's that radio
interview next Tuesday.

Now, that's an early one,
so just tell Hank

what you
would like for breakfast.

That's not necessary.

Oh, honey,
don't worry about that.

That's what Hank is for.
Right, Hank?

Sure. Um, I wanted to tell you,
Dr. Brennan,

I'm a huge fan. I thought
this book is even better...

Now, as far as your
photo shoot is concerned...

BOOTH: Okay, Bones, we gotta go.

They found a floater
in the marina. Come on.

Oh, my partner,
Seeley Booth.

This is the publicist
for my book,

Ellen Laskow,

-and her assistant, Hank.
-Hello.

Now I see why
Temperance writes

those dirty little scenes
in her books.

-That-that's not me.
-It's not him.

-Not me. No.
-Right.

You must let me get you
that therapist's number, dear.

Oh, no, seriously,
she's got someone.

-Booth.
-Well, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.

I mean, he is kind of short.

BRENNAN:
He's not short!
Just because he's

-not freakishly tall,
like you are.
-Short, okay?

Didn't you say that you had
remains for me to examine?

Oh, right.
Come on, let's go.

Well, thanks for
the schedule, Ellen.

[indistinct conversations]

So, is it just me, or is this,
you know, kind of weird?

What?

Well, in your new book,
they found

a body at the marina, right?

-You read my book?
-Of course.

Anyhow,
a guy docking a boat

saw something floating
in the water.

Thought it was
a dead fish,

and it ended up
being a decomposed hand.

The dive crew just located
the rest of the body.

I didn't think you'd have
time to read my book.

You have time to write it;
I have time to read it.

Besides, you know,
can't avoid the damn thing.

Your book is everywhere.

MAN:
Okay, bring it up.

-Booth?
-Yeah.

Look.

Wait. Body on the anchor?

Yeah, tied to the chain.

Body's not tied with rope.

AGENT:
The divers said they used...

Red tape.

How'd you know?

Because that's how I wrote it.

♪♪

BRENNAN:
Victim was male, mid-40s.

Estimated time of death
is five days ago.

Only five days?

SAROYAN:
This is an extreme
rate of decomp.

Blue crab season.
They'll feed on anything,

dead or alive.

Vegetation, fish, flesh...

Ugh, opportunistic
little bastards.

Elliptical wound on the frontal
bone with the reverse beveling.

He was shot.

Is there a bullet?

No. Irregular exit wound

on the occipital.

Looks like a through
and through.

Dr. Brennan, exactly how similar
is this situation to your book?

The victims in my book are bound

and gagged with red tape,

shot and then fed
to various animals.

Cheery.

I loved the symbolism
of the red tape.

Perfect way to dispose
of bureaucrats.

Thank you.

The first body in the book
is tied to an anchor

and dropped in the
water at a marina.

I'd prefer not to jump
to conclusions.

I don't think
it requires a jump.

Just a little hop.
Little teeny...

In this lab, we are concerned
with science, not fiction.

MONTENEGRO:
This is a sketch based
on tissue markers

on the skull.

PCB's and lead
we found in the collagen

mean the victim's from the
north end of the Chesapeake,

probably outside Annapolis.

Did you have to whisper
that in my ear?

Just seemed right.

[whispers]
Okay, check the image

against the DMV
photos from Maryland.

BOOTH:
Bones...

How you holding up?

What do you mean? Fine.

You know, something like this,

it's understandable
if you're upset.

It's probably a coincidence.

-Hey, how's it going?
-What are you doing here?

-Uh, yeah.
-Well, I heard we had a copycat
killer using your book as a--

-That hasn't been established.
-Yeah, I've got it covered
here, Sully.

Well, two hands are better
than one, Booth.

[laughs]
Well, last time I looked,

I have two hands, see? Thanks.

Testosterone spill
on aisle four.

BRENNAN:
We don't know that
my book is the cause.

-So far what we do know is...
-Someone died

exactly the way
described in your book.

Do you keep any
of your old fan mail?

No. I don't read it.

The publicist deals
with all that.

Yeah, I mean, why are
you asking, Sully?

I'm in charge of
this investigation.

Well, Booth, I was
a profiler for two years.

I have a lot of experience
with these cases.

This could be someone showing
what a big fan he is,

or someone trying to get
close to her, too close.

I don't need to be protected.

-BOOTH: Yes, you do.
-SULLY: Yes, you do.

Look, you still
call the shots.

I just think I'd be
an asset to the team.

Okay, fine. We send all the fan
mail to Sully in his office.

Fine, I'll call Ellen.

We could be dealing
with a real sicko here.

Jim Lopata.

Not the sicko.

The sicko's victim.

BRENNAN:
43, married, no kids.

From Glen Burnie
outside of Annapolis.

BOOTH:
So your husband
never called you?

I thought, uh...

he was supposed to be
on a business trip.

And you hadn't seen him
since last Tuesday?

Oh, no, his trips.

He worked so hard,

morning till night,
driving hundreds of miles.

Greg, did, uh, you and your
sister's husband get along?

Well enough.

Mm-hmm.

Any idea if he had,
you know, any enemies?

Wouldn't come as a shock.

Jim liked to drink.

He could turn into
a real jerk sometimes.

We were working through it.

Right.

-Greg!
-I'm sorry.

But part of me thinks
you're better off, Connie.

Are you better off, Mrs. Lopata?

How can you say that?

My husband's dead.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

It's just--
[clears throat]

One more thing.

I realize this is gonna
sound a little strange,

but do either of you two read,
uh... mystery novels?

What the hell's this got
to do with anything?

Just answer him, Greg.
[sniffles]

Greg likes them. Why?

It's just something
I gotta ask.

HODGINS:
The tape actually managed
to preserve particulate matter

that was present on the body
before it was dumped.

Any hair? Other goodies
that can give us DNA?

No, but I did find sand.

Victim was in the ocean,
Hodgins. A lot of sand there.

Yeah, but the sediment
distribution doesn't match.

The sand came from
someplace else.

Okay, try to locate the source.

What about the tape itself?

-Composition? Brand?
-Working on it.

Cool.

Do you really plan on reading
Dr. Brennan's book?

What? Of course. I only--
I bought it.

You know, it's on a pile.

I'm waiting--
No, I don't.

-[laughs]
-Please don't tell her.

It's just, after dealing
with murder all day,

I can't bring myself

to go home and read
about it for kicks.

So, for kicks you read...

Feminist trash.

You know, woman finds her power,

leaves her oppressive husband,

discovers freedom
and fulfillment with an artist

who knows how to cry
and make love like an animal.

So, sex books.

-Pretty much, yeah.
-Hmm.

Let me know if you find
any organics on that tape.

Yup.

[laughs]

Is the FBI aware
of the situation?

What do you mean?

Booth and Sully
are both working the case.

I meant the other murders
in your book.

The marina victim is the first
of three.

Let's... please concentrate
on the remains, Zack.

It's just, the later dump sites
are far less specific.

How could the FBI prevent--

BOOTH: Because we're
the good guys, Zack.

Don't you forget that, okay?

Possible motive
for Jim Lopata's murder...

BRENNAN:
Connie Lopata's medical records?

Check out the ER visits.

Broken rib,

concussion, severe bruising.

-Someone was abusing her.
-Her husband.

So, the wife's brother
Greg knew about it

and killed the husband
to protect his sister.

Made it look like a copycat
to cover his tracks.

HODGINS: I got more info
on the red tape.

It's a thermosetting
silicon adhesive

with glass cloth backing.

Secures materials
under high temperatures.

Mostly used for electrical
and industrial applications.

Is this Greg person
an electrician?

BOOTH:
He works

at Reagan National Airport.

He's a baggage handler.

But glass tape is used
on aircraft, too.

To secure cargo holds.

Didn't take a genius
to figure out he hit her.

You wanted to protect her.

She's my sister.

'Course I did.

I tried to get her
to leave him, but she was so...

I don't know.
It was messed up.

So you decided
to handle things your own way.

What, meaning what,
I killed him?

[scoffs]
No way.

I'm not saying
I didn't want him dead,

but I never touched him.

Swear on my mother's grave.

BOOTH [laughs]:
Sorry, Greg, but

that particular oath
is no longer recognized

in a court of law.

Listen, if you're gonna
charge me

with something, do it.
If not--

Where you were last Wednesday

when your brother-in-law
was killed?

In the mountains.
I went camping.

I'm assuming you were alone?

There were other people
at the campground.

If you can find
the other people...

All right, you know what?
Just stay close, all right?

Don't go anywhere anytime soon.

All right, Greg?

-Booth.
-Yeah?

Did you see
his right hand?

Sure. Well, not really. Why?

His third and fourth phalanges,
they're fused together.

Greg has syndactyly.

Syndactyly, yeah, of course.
Is that relevant?

Well, it could indicate the
presence of other birth defects,

things that might affect
his range of motion.

We should look into that.

Would he be able to shoot a gun?

What?

Well, if his fingers, you know,
we-were fused like that,

would he still be able to,
you know, pull the trigger?

Yes. I don't see why not.

Okay. That's good enough for me.

If it's not him, Booth...

There are two other murders
in the book.

I know.

Hank.

What are you doing here?

Ellen sent me out.

She said you needed
all your old fan mail.

Plus, she needs a half-caf
soy latte every day at 10:00.

A half-caf soy latte

with a dollop
of foam

and a sprinkle of
chocolate shavings

every day...

Um...
[chuckles]

I'm looking for
an Agent Sullivan.

Oh, yeah, he's,
uh, down the hall,

-in his office.
-[cell phone ringing]

Booth.

-Yeah.
-[phone beeps]

What's wrong?

Someone must have broken in
Saturday night.

Store's closed
Sundays and Mondays.

Clerk comes in this morning,
gets an eyeful of this.

[exhales]

[rats squeaking]

[camera clicks]

Isn't this how you killed
the second victim in your book?

Yeah.

[squeaking]

BRENNAN:
Sadie Keller, 28,
lived in Chevy Chase.

Wow, that was fast.
Her face was chewed off.

Aside from bite marks on her
parietal and sphenoid bones,

skull was intact enough

for Angela to do
a facial reconstruction.

Yeah. Uh...

Sadie Keller-- recently married
Ashton Keller, 29.

No work history.

Went to some pretty
fancy schools, though.

-She was rich.
-Great. So we got

a dead traveling salesman
and a prep school socialite.

What the hell's the connection?

Not Greg Braley.

His story checks out.

He was camping the night

Lopata was killed.

Two rangers recognized him.

Oh, great. So the only
connection we have

is the tape and the fact that
they were both fed to animals.

So we're back to me.

No.

Your book.

But I can only deal
with what's before me.

Two discrete cases.

Physical evidence.

Look, Bones, I know
it's probably easier for you

to believe that the cases,
they aren't linked...

No, there's nothing
that would make the loss

of two lives easier for me,
Booth.

-I'm sorry, but...
-I'm not burying

my head in the sand here.

I want to catch whoever did
this as much as you guys do.

But I have a method.

And the method doesn't change.

I'll be back in my lab.

She wasn't this emotional
before you came in the picture.

And I thought
you weren't interested.

[chuckles]
All right, look...

I don't need that, okay?
Believe me, okay?

I'm gonna go talk
to Sadie Keller's husband.

And why don't you just go back
to your office there

and sort through the fan mail,
all right?

[laughing]

HODGINS:
Got some Phaenicia sericata
stuck in the tape.

Means she's been dead
less than two days.

Rats sure made
quick work of her.

So, all the victims

in Dr. Brennan's book
got eaten?

Yeah, it was part
of the metaphor.

The victims were all
corrupt politicians who'd been

feeding for years on the
goodwill of the people, so...

I got it.

Lots of gore with a splash
of social commentary.

No wonder it's a bestseller.

Ooh, good.

Lots of tissue left over here.

There's no exit wound.

So we've got a bullet?

I don't see it.

The tissue was
too badly scavenged.

But if the bullet was
still inside Sadie Keller

when her body was dumped
in the cage...

We need to X-ray us
some rodents.

ASHTON:
She was supposed to be
visiting a friend.

And when she didn't return
your phone call...

I just assumed...

She was very independent,

still kind of wild.

I mean, she was used to
getting whatever she wanted.

Like what?

Let's just say she
wasn't the wifely type.

And since she had
all the money,

she thought she
could, uh...

you know.

Do you know any of the men

she might have been seeing?

I didn't want to know.

I just wanted it to blow over.

I...

I loved her.

And I know that sounds
pathetic...

but I just loved her.

Forgive me, Mr. Keller, but,
uh, you stand to inherit

quite a lot of money

from your wife, don't you?

Yes, I do.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised
that you suspect me.

But I was out of town the night
that Sadie disappeared,

at a golf tournament.

I'm gonna need the details.

-Of course.
-Yeah.

Sadie meant everything to me,
Agent Booth.

And I know she loved me.

Whatever happened...

she did.

I know that.

They're cute...

for rodents.

Yeah, well, don't grow
too attached.

These little guys

are destined to be snake snacks.

But now that we've
confiscated them,

shouldn't they be safe?

I mean, they're
material witnesses.

It's not like they know
sign language, Angela.

ADDY:
In grad school, I developed
a more efficient method

for killing rats
prior to dissection.

It involved a warm dish of water

and the clever use
of a ball-peen hammer.

-Zack...
-Uh!

Found something.

MONTENEGRO:
Wow.

-Mm-hmm.
-Now what?

Warm water soothes them
like a bubble bath.

Then...

Can't we just wait until
nature takes its course?

Do you have any idea
how tight a rat's rectum is?

Please tell me you don't.

Locate the ammo thief?

Yes, but we're debating
the method of bullet retrieval.

Well, I fed them all a mixture
of extra-strength laxative

and soft tissue dilator
when they arrived, so...

shouldn't be long now.

She fed all of
them laxatives?

I need to go to my office.

Lunch time.

Ho!

I'm not hungry.

Oh, come on, it's meatball.

It's the perfect food.

Shouldn't you be working?

I went through the fan mail

and gave the likely candidates
to Booth to check out.

Yeah, I'm busy, Sully.

I'm cataloguing injuries
the two victims suffered.

Hey, I am on your side, Tempe.

I know
what you're going through.

Okay, what?

What, Sully? What...

What am I going through?

Okay.

You feel responsible.

You feel that somehow,
if you didn't write that book,

those two people
would still be alive.

And you're terrified
'cause you know

that someone else
dies in the book.

I don't put much credence
in psychology.

Yeah, well, neither do I.

I'm basing this
on knowing you... well.

And knowing how much
you care about your work.

And if trivializing it
in the book caused this, then...

It just... but it doesn't
work like that, Tempe.

Statistically, the murders
would have happened

whether the book
was written or not.

The method might be
different is all.

Right.

Now, if you only believed that.

You don't know me
as well as you think.

We're just having a fling,
so don't get carried away.

When you can't stop
thinking about someone

when they're not around,
that's not a fling.

When you remember their touch
just like they were still

right next to you,
that's not a fling.

If you need to be
alone with this, fine.

But we both know what we have.

We have the bullet.

ADDY:
The bullet was jacketed,
showing little deformity.

And you've compared it with
the wounds on both victims?

Lack of shattering around the
exit wound on the first victim

suggests a jacketed
projectile.

And Angela's rendering
also matches

the bullet we recovered
from the rat.

BOOTH:
Zack... Hey, Bones.

I thought you and Sully
were having lunch.

Not hungry.

Zack thinks both victims were
shot using the same gun.

You said that Ashton Keller was

going to get
a large inheritance.

Right.
But his alibi is airtight.

He was at Briarwood in Maine

at a charity golf tournament.

So much for that theory.

Yeah, what about the red tape?

I mean, did Hodgins...

-The same.
-Same gun, same tape,

no relationship
between the victims.

I'm telling you, we're dealing
with a serial killer.

He's just picking random
targets. Nothing else
makes sense here.

Serial killers have a pattern,
a method of killing.

The first victim has
numerous defensive wounds,
including a fractured manubrium,

and trauma to
the temporal bone.

There was quite a struggle
before he died.

What about the second victim?

ADDY:
Nothing.

Only the gunshot.

Did you have something
to show me?

Oh, new suspect.

All right, Sully narrowed
the fan mail down to the people

most likely to act out
in obsessive

or dangerous ways.

But...
[chuckles]

look who I found, huh?

Your number one fan.

Oliver.

Haven't seen him in a while.

Oliver Laurier,
the guy who stalked you

when we first started
working together.

He used to come
to all my readings,

follow me around afterwards.

Well, it says here your
publicist gives his picture

to security guards
at every signing.

Must be why I haven't seen him.

I think it's time
for me to go see

what our buddy Oliver

has been up to lately.

Oliver? You home?

OLIVER:
Who is it?

It's an old friend.

Special Agent
Seeley Booth.

You work with Dr. Brennan.

Why are you here?

Well, you know, somebody loves
Dr. Brennan's new book

just a little, uh,
too much.

And since you're
such a big fan...

Oh! Okay.

You know what?
Not a good idea, Oliver.

-Go away!
-[groans]

All right.

You know, this is
probable cause.

I'm gonna give you
five seconds.

Oliver!

Five, four...

-I didn't do anything.
-Three-two-one!

Oh, my shrink
is gonna be pissed.

I didn't do anything.

Of course you didn't.

[handcuffs jangling]

Come on.

Yeah.

-Ow.
-[handcuffs tighten]

Sick.

Let's go.

It was just a game.

Okay?

If it was just a game,

why'd you slam the door
in my face?

I'm not stupid.

I heard about
the murders.

And I knew you wouldn't
understand CRP.

CRP?
Creative role playing.

[chuckles]

Sometimes I like to pretend.

I act out scenes
from my favorite books.

Exactly, um, how far do these
"games" of yours go,

Ollie?

You ever get tired of playing
with your little dolls,

maybe try acting it out
on other people?

Dr. Brennan's book signing
is tonight.

I wanted to see her again.

Let's stay on point
here, Ollie.

I am on point.

I want to see Dr. Brennan.

This isn't like
going to see Santa,

it's more like the principal's
office, you see.

I'm in charge.
I call the shots.

Did you read Dr. Brennan's
new book, Agent Booth?

Why do you care?

Merely wondering if you know

how many victims are in it.

What's this about, Ollie?

I want to see Dr. Brennan.

Santa.

Sully asked Booth to double
security for my book reading.

Hot.

No, I don't need
that kind of hot,

being treated like
a damsel in distress.

Sully cares about you, honey.
It's a good thing.

We've only been seeing each
other for a month.

You know, he doesn't know me.
Not really.

And if he does,
he won't like you?

I've already given up
too much to him.

This one or this one?

-This one.
-Okay.

Most relationships end badly.

I just think it's important
to-- to be reasonable.

To stay in control.

Don't use your brain
so much, sweetie.

You have other organs

that can give you
far more pleasure.

I'm just saying that
the odds are not in favor

of lasting relationships.

Look, it might end
with Sully, sure.

But I don't think you want
to rush the process.

Look at Hodgins and I.

We're running on sex
and laughing.

The only thought comes
when we order takeout in bed.

And you're happy?

Hey, we did it in the storage
locker an hour ago.

I am thrilled.

[device whirring]

Cam, I have a book
signing tonight.

Oh, right.

You think that's safe?

Well, there haven't been
any threats on my life.

No threats
on these victims either.

Is that the soft tissue sample

from the second victim?

Sadie Keller.

Found something irregular.

Oxygen saturation levels
in the blood were extremely low.

I think she might have
been unconscious

before she was killed.

That would explain the
lack of struggle.

But there was no skeletal
evidence of a head injury.

I know, my guess
would be drug induced.

I'm about to run a tox screen.

Thing is, why would the killer
render this victim unconscious?

It doesn't follow.

Serial killers are consistent.

HODGINS:
Wow!

New dress code?

'Cause I didn't get the memo.

Okay.

The sand I collected
from the first victim:

it's from feldspathic rock.

But that's widely
occurring, right?

Right. Sixty percent
of the Earth's crust

is composed of feldspar.

SAROYAN: So, this
is no help to us.

Actually, it is.

These particles are way
too finely graduated

-[phone ringing]
-to have occurred naturally.

-This is manufactured sand.
-Hi, Booth.

Can we trace the manufacturer?

I've requested samples
from every quarry

that distributes
to the D.C. area,

see if that narrows it down.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Hey, be careful tonight.

I'm not going
to the signing yet.

Booth has a suspect.

SULLY: Serial killers like
to show off.

Boast about their crimes.

You might be able
to get him to open up.

But you don't have to talk
to him if you don't want to.

-I'm not afraid of him.
-I'm not saying that you are.

-I'm just saying--
-I'll be back.

She'll be back.

That means...

[door closes]

Everything with you two, uh...

Well, you know what?
Never mind.

Wow.

It's like you dressed up
just to see me again.

I can assure you, Oliver,
that-- that's not the case.

But that's what it feels like.

To me.

Did you kill those people,
Oliver?

I... can't answer that yet.

I want to talk a while first.

The dead bodies, is it true?

Did they really get eaten?

Like in the book?

Yes, they did.

I knew it.

Some of the Brennanites
were skeptical

that the deaths were realistic,

but I told them.

Did you say "Brennanites"?

Murder Mystery
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I'm a Brennanite, of course,

but there are also, uh,

Patterstonians
and Graftonadas.

Okay, Oliver, I understand.
What did you tell them?

That you couldn't make
those things up.

Everything you write is based
in fact; it could really happen.

Oliver, I want to talk
about the murders.

You look so beautiful.

Maybe I could get a picture
of us together.

The murders, Oliver.

I know you just dismiss me
as another fan,

but once you get to know me,

you'll realize

I'm an interesting man.

No touching, Oliver.

Okay, end of interview.

Seems like a good call.

Let's go.

No, we want to be alone.

No, you blew your chance
for that, okay?

You can sit in a cell
till you're ready to talk.

Wait, don't leave yet.
Not yet.

[groans]

Okay.

-Ow, my nose.
-See? I can take care of myself.

Yeah, you'd better watch it,
dude.

Oh, my God.

There's so much...

[sighs]

The guy faints
at the sight of blood.

He has vasovagal syncope.

Wait, there's no way
he's the killer.

He just wanted your attention.

BOOTH: All right,
so we're back to square one.

All right, the book is
the only connection

to these murders.

It sold 400,000 copies already.

That's a pretty big pool
of people to question.

I'm going to be late
for my reading.

SULLY: Wait, there's still
potentially one more victim.

I-I think you should cancel.

What?! The, the killer's
not after me, Sully.

If he is using the book,

that makes me the object
of these actions,

not the target.

I mean, you're the profiler,
right?

I'm just trying to help.

Well, you're making
this personal.

You got yourself
assigned to this case

-just because of me.
-Absolutely!

What you're gonna give me
more crap now because
I care about you?

I'll be over here
making a few calls.

A little help, Booth.

Do you think
she should go alone?

No, no, not at all,
but there

seems to be other stuff
going on here.

I don't want to get involved.

No, you agreed with him,
you are involved.

All right,
so let Booth take you,

and that way, it won't
be personal between us.

-Fine.
-Fine.

-Fine!
-Fine.

Fine.

[indistinct voices]

Oh, my God.

Ellen is going to be so upset
you didn't take the car.

No, it's okay,
I wanted to go with Booth.

You're not gonna get
in trouble.

BOOTH:
Man, you're shaking.

-Are you okay?
-Oh, yeah.

I'm fine, it's my fault.

I'm diabetic and I have not
had time to eat.

And Ellen's not here yet.

Do you have any food, candy?

Yeah.

I think I got a half-eaten
chocolate bar, caramel center...

-Wow.
-Here, eat.

You need the sugar.
Where, where's Ellen?

I don't know. She went home two
hours ago to change her clothes.

Left me to handle everything.

God, there was almost a riot
over the seating arrangements.

-Well, did you call her?
-Who, Ellen?

I can't. She left her Blackberry
as usual,

for me to answer, so I would
actually be calling...

myself.

This is, this is not like her.

She's never late.

All right, look, I'll send
a car by her place,

check things out, all right?

Thanks.

I'll go in and get them ready
for you.

You can use the back entrance
to avoid the nuts.

Oh, um, the candy
was a little linty,

but...

thank you.

-Linty?
-He...

-Linty?
-He's diabetic!

Quite a line
of people there.

A lot of fans, Bones.

All right, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

-Hold it right there.
-[gasps]

-FBI, hands in the air.
-I just wanted an autograph.

[panting]

Okay, just wait till the doc
gets inside, okay, pal?

[sighs]

I'm sorry!

Was that necessary?

Just doing my job,
okay, Bones?

Are you gonna come at me
like you came at Sully?

-What is that supposed to mean?
-Look.

Far be it for me to stick
my nose into your bedroom,

but I've known Sully
a long time, and believe me,

he's one of the good guys.

Well, I know Sully,
Booth.

Yeah, and I know you.

All right, somebody gets
too close,

you just want to push them away.

I think you're taking your
therapy a little too seriously.

Maybe, maybe not,
come on, let's go.

What?

What the hell is that?

No.

Booth, they're fire ants.

Just like the book.

BOTH:
The third body.

Oh, okay, there it is.
All right...

[sighs]
Oh!

Careful, Booth,
don't let them get on you.

Oh...

BRENNAN:
Oh, God.

It's Ellen.

-[whirring]
-We have to be careful
with fire ants.

They're extremely dangerous.

I think the victim
would agree with you.

BRENNAN:
I asked them

to pull the book,
but according to

my contract,
I don't have that right.

I heard sales are increasing
because of the murders.

It's sick.

These are real people,

not characters.

Just remember:

at the end of your books,

Kathy Reichs always
gets the murderer.

SAROYAN:
How long will this take?

HODGINS:
Long as it takes to get
every last one of them.

Introducing fire ants
into the ecosystem

around here would be
extremely devastating.

What about the crime scene?

It was covered.

Yeah, I had
to fight fire with fire,

or in this case,
fire ants with fire.

-Meaning...
-Had to scorch it.

Used a flame thrower.

Dude, it was like Ghostbusters,
the way they all went up.

We get the idea, thanks.

A bullet hole is
visible now.

Around the C-2 vertebra.

Close range.

Each shot in a different part
of the body.

Very unusual

for someone
who executes his victims.

Data retrieval went through
Ellen Laskow's Blackberry.

Found a text messaging address,

used only once
about six months ago.

Former work number

of Ashton Keller,
Sadie Keller's husband.

Oh, wait,
our-our third victim knew

our second victim's husband.

Well, Ashton Keller said
his wife was fooling around.

Maybe Ashton was fooling around
with Ellen.

Well, he was a good-looking
young guy.

She was a scary publicist.

No accounting for taste.

BOOTH:
Well, I'll, uh...

[clearing throat]
...see what the publicist's
assistant knows.

They're always covering
for their bosses, right?

Let's hope so.

I'll look
for any other connections

between Ashton Keller
and our first victim.

Okay.

Hey, uh,
how's Brennan holding up?

[chuckles]
Why don't you ask her yourself?

I'm... I'm not sure she's
exactly receptive right now.

Listen, don't let her bully you
into leaving, man.

-All right?
-Yeah.

I... woke up this morning
and picked up her cleaning

like always.

[scoffs]
Stupid, huh?

[crying]
I just... I can't
get used to the fact

that she's not
here anymore.

You need a candy bar
or something?

No, I'm okay.

Thanks.

So... is it the same person
who killed the other two?

We don't know yet.

When she didn't show up,

I should have driven back
to get her.

[crying]

Was she, uh, having an affair?

She had... lovers.

Women.

I don't know why

she was so secretive
in this day and age,

but I was the only person
in the office who knew.

Did she know Sadie Keller?

The other victim?

W-Were they...?

If you can think of anything
that might connect them...

Of course; I'll go through
my old records and date books.

Great. Thanks.

BRENNAN:
The ridging along the
edges is almost identical.

I'd say the third bullet
was definitely shot

from the same barrel
as the first two.

Same glass cloth tape
used on body number three.

So why are
all the attacks different?

The first victim, Jim Lopata,

shows signs of a physical
attack before he was shot,

and look at the
angle of the gunshot.

SAROYAN:
Through the forehead,
execution style.

And the second
victim, Sadie Keller,

shows absolutely
no sign of a struggle,

as if she were drugged.

But the toxicology screen
came back negative.

And the gunshot
in this body

was straight
through the heart.

The killer didn't
want to see

his victim's face
get blown off.

And Ellen was shot at close
range in the back of the neck.

I've never seen a pattern
like that.

I don't think it is a pattern.

I think there were
three separate killers.

Any more leads
off the third vic?

Yeah, I'm working on it.
Brennan called.

The publicist took a shot
to the back of the neck.

She thinks we have
three separate killers.

That's a hell of a coincidence.

Or one hell of a conspiracy.

You know, she sounded
pretty certain,

and I trust her when she's
all calm and relaxed.

I'll remember that.

Uh, so the text message.

Uh, Ellen Laskow writes
Ashton Keller,

comes clean about her and
Sadie, Ashton is enraged...

No, it was Hank.

The assistant?
What? What about him?

He said that he always carried
Ellen's Blackberry.

So maybe it wasn't Ellen
who knew Ashton.

That's right.

It was Hank.

I found a quarry sample

that matches the sand
found on the first body.

It was distributed
by the Irving Company

of West Virginia,

used exclusively
by country clubs nationwide.

Only a few clubs in this area,
though, so I've got a list.

Why do country clubs
need sand?

-For golf courses.
-BOOTH: All right, Bones.

You're right; we're dealing
with three separate killers.

Somehow they all know each other
and they're using your book

to make it look like one person.

What are we talking about?

Motive, Bones, okay, motive.

Victim one was beating his wife,

second victim left her money
to her lazy-ass husband...

Victim three's Ellen, who...
seemed lonely, so...

Bones, don't try
the psychological stuff.

It's really not a pretty sight.

HODGINS:
Ellen was hated by Hank,

who was also next in line
for her job.

Hey, good work, Hodgins.

Thanks.

So our suspects agreed
to kill for each other

so they'd each have an alibi?

So all I need from you people
is some proof, okay?

Oh, is-- is that all?

Wait. The sand.

Didn't you say that
Ashton Keller was a big golfer?

Yeah, he plays nine holes
at least every day

at the, uh,
Rockville Country Club.

[typing]

HODGINS:
Yep. Rockville Country Club.

It is the only golf course
in Maryland

that gets their sand
from Irving.

Okay, so if Ashton killed Jim,

that would mean
Hank killed Sadie.

What do we know about Hank?

Not much.

Hardworking, smart, diabetic...

Diabetic.

That's it.

Cam!

Cam!

The killer injected Sadie
with an excessive amount

of insulin to render her
unconscious.

Being a diabetic, Hank would
have easy access to insulin.

Okay, well, why didn't that
show up in the tox screen?

Because insulin is a naturally
occurring substance

in the body.

We were only looking for
analgesics and depressants.

Yeah, okay. What about
the third body, Ellen's?

The tape and the ants

did a great deal of damage
to the epidermis.

It's been difficult to get
a narrative of the injuries.

Okay.

What's that?

Cam is going to examine the body

with a reflective
ultraviolet lens,

see if that gives us anything.

I filtered the lens
so that it only allows

UV wave lengths of less than
400 nanometers.

That way,

we can see bruises
and injury patterns

that are normally invisible.

-[cell phone ringing]
-Okay, have fun with that. Oh!

Booth.

Long bruise there,

as if the killer had his arm

around her neck.

And these marks
on the arms...

they look like handprints.

Like her killer grabbed her
repeatedly all along her arms.

Hands... wh...

May I?

BOOTH:
Well, Sully got confirmation

on the connection
between the killers.

Which is?

The Brennanite chat room
that Oliver mentioned,

the FBI tech squad
traced the screen names.

Greg Braley, Ashton Keller,
Hank Belden,

they're all members.

Look.

Syndactyly

on the right hand.

We can link Greg Braley

to Ellen Laskow's death.

All three murders,

each one linked forensically
to one of the three suspects.

Not bad.

[sighs]

What are you waiting for, Booth?
Go get the bad guys.

That's a good idea.
I'll be back.

♪ I've been waiting
on the fault line ♪

♪ Living evil take me on

♪ I'll be standing
with my dying bed ♪

♪ If you care to come along

♪ Racing with the rising tide
to my father's door ♪

♪ Racing from the rising tide
to my father's door ♪

♪ Racing with the rising tide
to my father's door ♪

♪♪

Tell you something, all right?

Sales of your book are gonna
skyrocket after this.

The only problem
is our ending is

a lot better than the one
I wrote in the book.

What, are you kidding me, huh?

Kathy Reichs and the FBI guy
in the back of the AMG...

[chuckles]

The arrest.

Oh, yeah, there's that.

Sully.

Yeah, you know,
you really should apologize.

I mean, you were really
ragging on the guy.

He seemed a little frail.

I'm a lot stronger
than I look.

Oh. You were...

Hey, Sul.

Hey.

So, congratulations.

You guys make a great team.

Mm-hmm. That's true.

So true.

Thanks for your help.

Sure.

You know, I-I should run...
Bones.

You know, I got stuff.

See you at work, Sul.

Yeah, I'll see you, man.

♪ Meet me by the sea again

I...

I did feel responsible, Sully.

♪ Where the sand
is soft and warm ♪

Do.

And you thought
if I saw you vulnerable,

needing me, that I'd run?

I've been alone my whole life.

It's all I know.

Eh, don't worry.

You'll learn fast.

♪ Mmm-mmm-mmm
Mm-hmm ♪

♪♪

What's that mean?