All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S02E17 - The Priest in the Churchyard (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Man ] This cemetery
has been connected
to our parish...

for almost 200 years.

3:00 a.m.,
the water main broke.
Felt like an earthquake.

Coffins were bursting
out of the ground.

[ Groans ]Are you all right?

I've had some
stomach problems lately.
This isn't helping.

Last person was buried
here over 50 years ago.

I don't know how you're
gonna figure out who's who.

With burial records,
identification should be
pretty straightforward.

All right, let's see.

Female, 40 to 50 years old.

Severe osteoporosis.

Dress and jewelry place burial
around the late 19th century.

This one's in pieces.

What's going on here?
Lorraine says you're
giving them church records.

The burial records, Father,
so they can identify
and reinter the remains.

Those records are my
responsibility, Father Sands.

You're to go through me
before allowing their release.

I'm sorry, Father.
I saw no harm in it.I still run this parish.

- I understand.
- I'm Father William Donlan.

This is Dr. Brennan
from the Jeffersonian.

- And this is--
- They can't speak
for themselves?

I'm Dr. Addy. Are you one
of those priests who smacks
school children with rulers?

That's not allowed anymore.

We do need those
burial records, Father,

and since this is a federally
protected historic site--

Fine. But I'll expect you two
to show some respect
for where you are.

This is consecrated ground.When did you say the last
person was buried here?

- 1951.
- This is a male,

buried no more
than five years ago
without a casket.

- That's impossible.
- There's evidence of trauma
to the frontal bone.

- Looks like a fatal assault.
- Arrange for a forensic team.

Hodgins will want to collect
soil for bugs and particulates.
I'll call Booth.

I'm afraid your ground
was consecrated as
a crime scene, Father.

You know, the priest
made a complaint.

He said that you made fun
of consecrated ground.

No, I didn't.
Perhaps I was a bit colorful.

Colorful?Yeah, writerly.

- I'm a best-selling author.
- The victim
is 30 to 40 years old.

He's an old-school priest.So I'm supposed
to walk on egg shells...

because someone believes
that a plot of earth
has supernatural properties...

because they waved
a wand over it?There's no wands.

The church doesn't use wands.Fine. Fine.
Magic water.

Magic? Holy water.

- The terminology makes it real?
- You know what? I can't work
with you on this case.

What do you mean?
The victim was clearly murdered.
We investigate murders--

Together.There's evidence of blood
pooling on the frontal bone...

and an absence
of concentric fractures.

- That requires investigation.
- I'm not working a whole case
with you attacking my beliefs.

You should have just sailed off
with your boyfriend.Funny.

A man who believes
in an invisible super being
wants to run my personal life.

Death would have followed
quickly, caused by
cranial cerebral trauma.

By the way, 90% of the world
believes in God.

And at one time, most people
were certain that the sun
revolved around the Earth.

You see what I mean?
I don't think this is
about religion at all.

We obviously have issues,
okay, that are affecting
our working relationship.

You're afraid to deal with them,
so you just lash out
at my religion.

Can't you just be satisfied
that if I'm wrong about God,
I'll burn in hell?

- That's tempting.
- Good. Now how about
we get back to work?

I think we both
still wanna find out
who killed this man.

[ Saroyan ]
So a shovel hit the water main?

The shovel was found
a few feet from where
the water main burst,

buried in a colony
of worms.

And they say Christmas
only comes once a year.

Metal shavings match the shovel.
Someone was digging
in the cemetery.

Broke the water main,
resurrecting the dead.

And why was someone digging up
the cemetery at 3:00
in the morning?

- Maybe he came back
to dig up the victim.
- Move him to another location.

- Yeah, or bury someone else.
- Dark.

Yeah, and this place
is always so sunny.

Here's our victim.

Found casings from
eastern tent caterpillars
in his eye sockets.

Means he was buried
about three years ago.
He has kind eyes.

How do you know
he had kind eyes?

I had to make a choice,
so I chose kind.

And you wonder
why I love you.
Is she not fantastic?

You aren't seriously asking me
to be a part of this?

Get your rendering over to Booth
so they can show the priests.

I am going to go
re-saturate the dried blood,
see if it's of any value.

Murder? I don't believe
it was murder.

[ Brennan ]
It's not a matter
of faith, Father.

The injuries
are definitive.

You ever hear of the sin
of pride, young woman?
You could be wrong.

Dr. Brennan here,
she's the best in her field.

He would have been buried
about three years ago.

I've been here 41 years.

I would know if someone
had killed and buried
a man in my cemetery.

You seem quite proud yourself.

I don't need to be insulted.

- Knock it off.
- What, the rules
don't apply to him?

Have you offered your guests
any tea or snacks, Father?

Isn't that
why you're here?

I see someone wants his roast
dry and overcooked tonight.

Hi. I'm Lorraine.
I'm the parish administrator.

I have some
refreshments inside.

- And Father Matt is there
if you need to talk to him.
- Nicknames for priests.

Last Sunday, he had
the whole congregation
holding hands.

No wonder there's
no respect anymore.

Would you mind just taking
a look at this sketch
we have here, please?

So do you, uh,
recognize him?

- No. No, I do not.
- You're sure?

I'm not senile.

I can name every child
I baptized,

every person I gave
the last rites to,

every plant
on these grounds--
over 200 of them.

That's aconite.
This is Oreganum vulgare.

And over there
are yew trees.

It was the druids who first
thought of the yew tree
as sacred.

The Christians adopted
the belief, claiming it
as their own.

- Stop.
- What? I'm just making
friendly conversation.

If there's nothing else,
I'd like to finish pruning.

You go have tea
with the hippie priest.

Follow me.

I've been here three years.
The Archdiocese was thinking
of closing the parish.

Sent me here to try
and breathe some life into it.

I started a sports program
for the boys.
Organized singles dances.

None of this has been easy
for Father Donlan to accept.

So you don't believe
in all the supernatural
mythology he does?

Well, if you're talking
about the Holy Trinity,

the transubstantiation
of the host
and the Resurrection,

- I certainly do.
- But you seem like
such an intelligent man.

- You have to excuse her,
Father.
- No need.

God has a soft spot
even for the atheists.

I'm telling you,
this is fantastic.
What is it?

- She's trying to concentrate.
- It's an orange-berry
pound cake. I'm sorry.

I don't think I recognize him. [ Booth ] How long
have you been here?

I've been here 23 years
next month.

My mother died when I was 12.
The parish took me in.

I've been the administrator
for seven years now.

Father Donlan basically
raised Lorraine.

- You're not gonna eat that,
are you, Father?
- No.

It's okay. My stomach hasn't
been too fond of me lately.

Then let's get out of your way.

Perhaps a nap
wouldn't be a bad idea.

Is there anyone else that we
can show the sketch to?

Why don't you bring it
to mass on Sunday?
We can pass it around.

Some of the parishioners
have been there a long time.

- Are you sure?
- Agent Booth, I'm trying
to build a community here.

If we can't work together
to help solve a crime like this,

then I'm not doing my job.

[ Booth ]
It doesn't help the case
for you to insult the priests.

We're supposed to be gaining
their trust so they'll help us.

Matt wasn't threatened.
You were.

We're definitely not
working well together.

Because you're bossy
and judgmental.Problems between people--

It's never just
one person's fault.

What about Hitler?
He did pretty well on his own.

[ Groans ]
Bones, just...

come with me to go
see Dr. Wyatt just once.

No. Therapy is a vague
and inexact process.

The man shouldn't even
be called a doctor.

Well, he helped me.

I mean, are you
so threatened that, uh,

you can't even do a favor
for someone that you call
a friend?

I will speak my mind, Booth.

I will speak my mind.

Okay.

[ Angela ]
It's 7:30, Hodgins.

I thought maybe the same shovel
was used as the murder weapon.

The metal residue on the skull
is some sort of silver alloy.

You said you were gonna
be finished in a minute.
That was an hour ago.

If I can narrow down
the smelting process
of the silver,

I might be able
to figure out what kind
of weapon we're looking for.

I love it when you talk
about smelting.

You do?Mm-hmm.

Move in with me.[ Chuckles ]
What?

We already live together.
Just-- Just move in.

[ Laughs ]
No, we don't.

You've taken over my closet.

It's over half full,
and "over half"...

is the common law definition
of living together.

I-I have my own place, Jack.

I need my place.I need you.

[ Clears Throat ]

Do I have to throw
cold water on you two?

We were just--I know. Just try to keep it
off the Internet, okay?

So, I have bad news.

We've all been exposed
to coccidioidomycosis--

a fungal infection
from the graveyard dirt
we've been breathing.

Symptoms include nausea,
weakness, fever--

I feel fine.Yeah. Me too.

- Decreased libido.
- I'm listening.

[ Laughs ]
We're all gonna get shots.

Yeah, that-that sounds good.Very good. Yeah.

Thought so.

She refers to God
as my invisible friend.

You're talking to somebody
who isn't there.

I'm sure the doctor
questions your
little fantasy.

My beliefs aren't
at issue here, Dr. Brennan.

Clearly she's intolerant,
and it's affecting our
working relationship.

Yes, he's very difficult
to work with.

Booth said that you
could fix us, so--

"What now is proved
was once only imagin'd.

"The rat, the mouse, the fox,
the rabbit watch the roots;

"the lion, the tyger, the horse,
the elephant...

"watch the fruits.

"The cistern contains:
the fountain...

overflows."

What?

Oh, come now.
Surely you get the reference.William Blake.

Yes. Blake is telling us
that we're all at the mercy
of our fundamental natures.

Which is nonsense, of course,
but when we understand
our natures,

we understand
the resulting conflicts.

- What?
- I hate psychology.

As do I. It applies
a patina of science...

over what is essentially
a dark and complex set...

roiling "unknowables."

You see? What?

You weren't fighting
about religion.

But that's what
Booth said.

Religion provided
the flash point you needed...

to expose
an underlying issue.

I will find out
what that issue is,

help you resolve it,

and set right the balance
of dark and light
in the universe.

Isn't he great?

♪♪ [ Organ ]Oh, merciful Christ Jesus,

wash away our sins
with your most--

- Well, shouldn't Brennan
be here with you...
- Shh.

instead of me?

[ Whispering ]
We're dealing
with a few work issues.

Trouble in paradise?

We're just
spending some time apart.

Now if you don't mind,
I'd like to pray.

Thank you.

Did you two
sleep together?

Do you see where we are?

You don't talk like that
in church.

Okay. Uh--Ah.

What does that lab
do to you people?

It's just that the--

This feels like
a couples thing.

And now that Sully
is gone--It's not.

It's a work thing.Mmm.

So is us being here,
so stay focused.

[ Sands ]
...full of joy
and eternal peace.

Amen. [ Congregation ]
Amen.

I have an unusual request
before I dismiss you today.

We have Special Agent Booth
and Miss Montenegro from
the Jeffersonian with us,

and they need our help
identifying the victim
found in our cemetery.

Now, I know none of us want
to get involved...

in something so... ugly.

But as Jesus said,
"Whatever you do...

for the least
of these brothers of mine,
you do for me."

So please, if you recognize
the sketch, let them know.

How about you, Enzo?
Enzo never misses mass.
Right, Enzo?

Sorry, Father.
I can't help you.

Um, excuse me.

Could you give him a beard
and make him heavier?

Yeah, I think
I can manage that.

James was an altar boy here
when he was younger.

[ James ]
Um--

I-- I think--

Does this look
like Father McCourt
to anyone else?

Yeah, that could be him.Someone killed a priest?

- Thank you, James.
- Yeah.

Father McCourt was here
before me.

I replaced him three years ago.
I was told he left
the priesthood.

I suppose it might resemble
Father McCourt.

So much for
that sharp memory.

Father McCourt
wasn't here for long.

And the eyes are wrong.
That's how you
recognize someone.

Father McCourt's eyes
were hollow-- cold.

I take it you two
didn't get along, huh?I was his confessor.

- You know I can't say anything.
- Can you tell me anything?

Just... he was very secretive.

He'd disappear for hours
at a time.

Some nights, he wouldn't even
come back to the rectory.

One day he was gone.
Left a note saying
he was leaving the priesthood.

Hmm. All right, thanks.

I've identified some
odd postmortem injuries
on the old bodies--

Snapped fingers,
fractured wrists,

abrasions on
the ligamenta flava.

- And I found traces of gold
in some of the fractures.
- I don't get it.

The person who ruptured
the water main that night
was a grave robber.

Dr. Brennan told me
she saw injuries
like this in Tibet--

broken bones
and bone markings...

from yanking jewelry
and valuables off the remains.

Yeah, which means
McCourt could have been
struck by a shovel,

but also he could have been
struck by one of the valuables
the grave robber found.

So our grave robber
comes to a nice,
quiet graveyard...

next to a nice, quiet church
whenever he's in need
of some extra cash.

Only to be surprised one night
by Father McCourt,

who gets his head bashed in
for his trouble.

During the 19th century,
it was customary to photograph
the deceased before burial.

We identified
these two people.

Gertrude Waters died 1873.

- And Horace Rutledge died 1901.
- Their valuables were missing?

Yes. Dr. Hodgins believes
the grave robber is working
in sections,

focusing on the oldest first,

where the artifacts
would have the most value.

Listen, who takes care
of the cemetery?

Uh, landscaper?
Janitor?

Father Donlan does
all the gardening.
It's sort of his obsession.

Other than that,
the occasional parishioner
will rake leaves...

or, uh, shovel snow.

You all right?

You know, I can't quite
shake this bug,

and I've got
a wrestling team to coach.

Do you mind?

You were in close proximity
with remains.

- You were probably exposed
to a fungal infection.
- Well, i-is that bad?

No.Yeah.

It's nothing to worry about.

- I'll have my office arrange
for treatment.
- Thank you.

[ Hodgins ]
That is some serious bling.

F.B.I.'s trying to track
the jewelry to pawn shops
and fences.

I'm checking
online auction sites.

This stuff could net
a fortune. Enough to kill a priest?

Apparently.

Hey, have you noticed anything
going on between Brennan
and Booth?

That sounds good.

There is tension--

ever since Brennan
let Sully sail off into
the sunset without her.

No, I didn't notice.Hmm.

Hodgins.If you are getting cold feet--

You are the only one
that would feel them.

Angela--We'll discuss it at lunch.

The Egyptian place?Mmm.

Just got off the phone
with the C.D.C.

The fungal infection
we were exposed to
from the graveyard...

is rare enough that they'd
have records of anyone
who was infected.

- But I need your samples
for the strain.
- You got it.

Yeah, you know,
I got no problem
with this place.

It's where Bones and the squints
get their answers. See?

Thumbs in the belt.
That's a very aggressive
stance. Very male.

Crossed arms. Defensive.

Disdain. But let's not
worry about what you do
with your hands.

What you must do
is recognize your
negative feelings...

for what is, after all,
Dr. Brennan's domain...

and verbalize them.Verbalize them.
What, now?

Mm-hmm.This place is too, uh--
It's too shiny.

You know? It's bright.
It's clean.

And clean is bad?Death isn't clean--

especially murder,
which is our business.

No, this place
is completely fake.

It's bogus.You'd like to destroy
the entire edifice.

Oh, I'd like to rip
the whole edifice down...

with my bare hands,
or set it on fire--

Except, you know,
there's nothing
in this place to burn.

All the plastic and the metal
and the flashing lights,
and the arithmetic.

Where does a guy--
a normal guy--

who believes
in intuition and the soul
and good and evil--

And God.Yes! And God too.

Where's a guy who doesn't
believe in all this arithmetic
supposed to stand?

So your problem with Dr. Brennan
is that you don't know...

what will or
will not catch fire,
or where you stand.

[ Chuckles ]
What?That's good.

You know this--
That's very good.

C.D.C. shows that you contracted
coccidioidomycosis
three years ago.

The only case in the area.

Well, you know, I used to do
a lot of odd jobs around
the parish.

I'd help Father Donlan
in the garden.

I'm sure that's how
I contracted it.Nice try, Enzo,

but your name also came up
on the auction site that was
selling jewelry from the graves.

Which you might have
gotten away with, if
you hadn't hit the water main.

I want a lawyer.

- Nice way to get him
to clam up. Thanks.
- [ Brennan ] What?

So why'd you kill
Father McCourt?

Did he catch you?I didn't kill anybody.

Ah. There you go.
He's talking again.

What is wrong with you people?
You think I'd kill a priest?

Your record also shows
that you were assigned...

to court-appointed
drug counseling.

Okay, look, I had
a drug problem,
and I needed money.

I saw these pictures
in the rectory.

Jewelry just buried,
you know.

I figured no one
would miss it.

I didn't kill anybody.
Okay?

Father McCourt and me,
we never had that problem.

I wasn't his type.
Too old.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

I'm pretty sure
it's an implication
of pedophilia.

I know, Bones.
It's strange I know--You said you--

Who, Enzo?
Who was his type?

Talk to James, okay?
The kid who I.D.'d him.

♪♪ [ Soul Ballad ]

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Can we wait just a minute ♪

♪ Slow it down for a minute
now, baby ♪

[ Angela Laughs ]

So is this really
Cleopatra's bed?

[ Hodgins ]
Perfect replica
for the new exhibit.

We're just making it
a little bit
more authentic.

Your feet
aren't cold anymore.

Nice try.

Hey, I thought I was successful,
but if you want me
to try harder--

We can't keep our hands
off each other.

I think about you
all the time.Mm-hmm.

Moving in is the next
logical step.

I have a lease.

I have an estate.
I'll buy out your lease.

Shh! We only have
15 more minutes.

You said that we would talk.Yeah, well, guess what.

Hmm?I got distracted.

♪ But the music makes
you move, move ♪

♪ Move, yeah ♪♪

I can't believe
Father McCourt's dead.

I mean, I thought
he just took off.

You two were pretty close.

Yeah. I was an altar boy.Oh, so was I.

I liked our priest, too,
but, uh--What?

You think what everyone
else does, don't you?

I don't know.
What does everybody else think?

Because we spent
so much time together,
he was...

touching me and stuff.

Really? Because, you know,
if he did,

and you got mad
one day and--

And killed him?

You think I killed
Father McCourt?

He never touched me.
Not even once.

He was my best friend.

My dad bailed on us
when I was three.

Father McCourt
came to my ball games.

He yelled at me
about my grades.

He was the only one who cared.
It doesn't matter what
you think.

Father Donlan didn't even
believe me.Father Donlan?

Yeah.

About a month before
Father McCourt disappeared,

Father Donlan
came to my house.

He said he knew what
Father McCourt was doing to me.

He wouldn't listen.

He was screaming that
Father McCourt was going
to pay for his sins.

I'm telling you,
it was scary.

That old priest
was crazy.

He was just crazy.

Yes, I was strict
with Father McCourt.

I'm strict with all the priests
who are assigned to my parish.

How strict, Father?

I'm not a new age priest,
like Father Matt.

The church should be firm
and act...

as an immovable bulwark
in the face of change.

Actually, organized belief
systems which fail to adapt
to changing mores...

are demoted
from religions...

to acknowledged metaphoric
myth systems.

I mean, no one worships
Odin anymore, or Zeus.
[ Laughs ]

Thanks, Bones.
I can take it from here.

You're kicking me out?Yes.

Wyatt's psychology
isn't working.

Father, I contacted
the Archdiocese
about St. Agatha's,

and they said
quite a few priests
have come and gone...

during your tenure.

Given who they've sent me,
I've done well.

- Who did they send you?
- Priests who need firm
guidance, for the most part.

In 1997, a complaint
was sworn against you
for assault.

Is that your idea
of firm guidance?

It was not assault.
It was corporal punishment.

Found an altar boy
drinking sacramental wine
from the chalice.

And you caned him? The charges were dropped.

I learned my lesson,
and I have never
struck anyone since.

Father Donlan,
in your opinion,

did Father McCourt pay
too much attention
to James Levay?

You should ask James.I did.

James told us that you
suspected the worst.

He was frightened
at how angry you were.

I regret scaring him.

He was only a child.

There are greenstick fractures
on the victim's left ulna,

as well as his fibula
and some ribs.

Probably defensive wounds
received in the struggle.

There's no evidence
of a struggle. These seem
to have occurred postmortem...

when he was dragged,
probably for burial.

But even getting dragged
over rocks shouldn't have
caused those fractures.

The matrix of the bone
was weakened.

The cause could be genetic.

Or it could be
some chemical or medicine
that compromised the tissue.

I'll need samples
to run some tox screens.

All right, see these
tiny metallic fragments...

embedded in
the victim's skull?
It's silver.

[ Saroyan ]
Then I'll assume he wasn't
struck by a shovel.

The silver was smelted
using a lead reduction method.

The fluxes used indicate
it was from the early 1800s,

probably during
the Napoleonic Wars.

One of our old skeletons
was I.D.'d as a bishop.
Bishop Jursik.

Died 1889.Yeah, his robes were
worth a fortune.

Let's find out if he was buried
with something silver--

a scepter
or a shepherd's crook...

or something else suitable
for skull cracking.

Booth kicked me out of here.

For you to say
"kicked out"...

means that you have
acquiesced in the idea
that this is his domain.

Domain. Yes.

He's good at questioning people.
He can-- He can tell
when they're lying.

- Can you?
- I've learned a lot
from him about people.

But?

It's not that Booth
has a sixth sense.

There is demonstrably
no sixth sense to have.

Obviously he reads
minutiae of body language,

pupil dilation--

Yes. You don't sound
very satisfied...

with your own argument
though, do you?

Booth likes to say,

"There are more things
in heaven and Earth, Bones,

than are dreamt of
in your science."

That's, um,
a bastardization...

of a writer named Shakespeare,
from a play calledHamlet.

Yes. Yes, I-I was--
I was, uh--

I was aware of that.

So if you're so
uncomfortable here,
why come?

Because... something
goes on in here.

He does something.And you want to find out
what it is--

dissect it-- so that you
can do it yourself?

- Yes.
- So that you can do it
without Booth?

So that you won't
need him anymore.No.

No?No, I just want
to observe.

Surely, if you want to observe,
you can do that the other
side of the mirror there,

instead of insisting on being
in this room with him,
out of your element.

Observation isn't just seeing,
Dr. Wyatt.

It's experiencing.

Ideally, I'd prefer
being inside Booth's head.

You know, seeing
and feeling things
the way he does.

Then maybe I-- I'd understand.

Be one with him?

In a scientific sense.

[ Cell Phone Rings,
Beeps ]

Booth needs me.

Hodgins has a line
on the murder weapon.

Ta-ta then.
We're done here.

Thanks.
[ Clears Throat ]

We need to know
what artifacts were buried
with Bishop Jursik.

You see, there was no
photograph of his burial...

in the paperwork
that we received.

Well, I'm not allowed
to pull internment records...

without Father Donlan's
permission.

Where is she going?Bones, Bones,
Bones, Bones.

You are approaching
the altar.

Very sensitive area.Okay.

You must have known
Father McCourt
pretty well.

Did him and Father Matt
have similar tastes?

Look, the only similarity
I know of was that they
were from the same seminary.

Same seminary?Look, Agent Booth,

there's so much suspicion
and innuendo these days.

This is a good parish.

The father makes sure
of that.What's that?

It's the chalice.Oh, no, it's--

It's the vessel in which
the wine is transformed
into the blood of Christ.

Don't touch it.It is going to be touched,
Booth.

It's silver
and these little eagles...

are a common
Napoleonic motif.

You're saying that it's, uh,

possible that this could be
a-a murder weapon?Yeah.

Can we take this with us,
or do we need to serve
a warrant on God?

[ Beeping ]

It's a match.

The silver fragments
in Father McCourt's skull
came from that chalice.

Well, that officially
looks the least like
a murder weapon...

than any murder weapon
I've seen.

The green bone response
indicated the injury was
inflicted perimortem.

That means he might have
already been dead
when he was struck.

So we have no cause of death?Yes, we do.

McCourt was poisoned--
an alkaloid called taxin.

- Could it have been accidental?
- Not at these concentrations.

I'll go compile a list
of possible sources of
the poison at the church.

So what if they went
to the same seminary?

Then why didn't
Father Matt mention it?
What else is he not saying?

This is intuition, right?
You're subconsciously
recalling pupil dilation,

or some pheromones?You know what?

We're not talking
the same language here. Huh? [ Whistle Blows ]

No, no, no.
That's not a butcher.
Come here, Tony.

Why do you always
pick me, Father?
Take Sam.

Let's go. Watch.

[ Grunts ]

Now, from here,
Tony can reach around
to my right arm.

He uses his left knee
against my left hip, and--

[ Grunts ]
See? Tony's in control.

I'm helpless,
and he can score
some back points.

Good job, Tony.
Let me up.

That's the butcher.
Learn it. Love it.

Use it to smite your enemies
in the name of our loving Lord.

[ Blows Whistle ]
Pair up. Get it right.

[ Exhales ]

Kid took me down
for real.

That shot must not be
working, Doc.

So, what can I do
for you today?

Yeah, Father, I--You and Father McCourt were
in seminary at the same time.

Right. But I told you,
I never met Father McCourt.

What, you guys
never got together,
compared wrestling moves?

I didn't know him there.

Did you know everyone
who went to your college?

You do know why Father McCourt
was sent here?

Yeah, I've heard the rumors.
That's all.

Do you base
all your investigations
on rumors, Agent Booth?

- He has a point, Booth.
- You know, St. Agatha
has been a dumping ground...

for troubled priests
for some time, so it's
reasonable to suggest...

that you're one of them.

I told you why
I was sent here.

I got work to do.

[ Blows Whistle ]

Okay, listen up.

So you still think
Father Donlan
is the killer?

I mean, Matt could have killed
McCourt and taken his post.Why?

Because McCourt was
going to come clean
about being a pedophile--

maybe accuse Matt,
if they knew each other.

Of course, there's
no evidence of that.

I have no intuition.

None. Zilch.You have
no analytical skills.

I mean, you're all about
emotion and feeling.

They say that means
you have a well-developed
feminine side.

Mmm! Who-Who says that?

Psychologists.Oh.

What? You're the one
who believes in them.Let's stick to the case.

We know that Father Donlan
is this harsh,
judgmental guy.

He keeps being sent these, uh,
problematic priests.

There's McCourt.
There's Father Matt--No proof.

Yeah, but, Bones,
it happens, all right?

Anyways, Father Donlan
is getting old, he can't deal,
so he takes action.

Old Testament action?There you go again.
You're attacking God.

I'm not attacking God.
He doesn't exist,
so how can--

Quarreling?
Yes, of course you are.

Uh, cup of coffee, please?
You're a darling.

I'm here to put right...

what has been rent asunder.Great. So you figured out
our problem?

- Yes.
- From three meetings?

I knew what your problem was
right off the bat,

if you'll forgive
a cricketing metaphor.

The meetings were for fun.

Booth never knows where
to stand when he's in the lab.

Feels like teats on a bull
whenever he's there.

Ditto Dr. Brennan
in the interrogation room.

Simple geography.
Sense of belonging.

Et cetera.But that's not the main problem.

- He can't possibly know.
- Yes, I do.

You're both afraid
that the reason...

Dr. Brennan didn't
sail off into the sunset
with her boyfriend Sully...

might have been because
of her ties to Agent Booth.

You're both quite wrong.

Why didn't I go with Sully?

How is he supposed to know?Sully is perfect.

We communicated well.
The sex was incredible.

He invited me to sail
around the South Seas in
a beautiful yacht for a year.

I mean, why would
anyone turn that down?

In my opinion, you are unable
to lead a purposeless life...

at this stage in your
psycho-social development.

Which, by the way, is an issue
you should address,

because a certain amount
of purposelessness...

is necessary
to lead a full life.I hate psychology.

You don't like it because
he's saying...

that all this tension
between me and you
is your fault.

Mmm, on the contrary.
If anything, your issues
are more pronounced,

given that your behavior
has been affected by what
turns out to be...

a quite irrational fear
of being responsible
for somebody else's destiny.

That makes sense.Oh, now you like psychology.

I think you'll both be able
to work together just fine,

now that your minds
have been set at ease.

Thank you, Vera.

Ta-ta then.

You, uh, feel anything?

Feel?Yeah.

You must feel something.

I do.
You know what I feel?

Father Matt has been sick
a long time.

He got treated for the fungus.But he hasn't shown
any signs of recovery.

So?I feelthat's weird.

I mean, his symptoms should
have cleared up by now.

I feelthat since
Father McCourt was poisoned--

We should have Father Matt
checked for the same poison.

Ha, ha.What?

We're back.We're back.

Poisoned? [ Saroyan ]
Yes, Father,

by something
called taxin.

Father McCourt
was poisoned?

Poison's easily derived
from boiling yew tree
needles.

We have yew trees
at St. Agatha's.

Symptoms include
nausea, vomiting,

increased salivation,
stomach ache,
diarrhea,

spasms and death.

Well, I have all of those--
except for death.

So far.

We suspect the poison
weakened him, made him
unable to defend himself.

Defend himself from whom?

Someone much weaker
than himself.

Say, an old man.

- Yellow.
- Yellow? What does that mean?

The good news is we know how
to make you feel better.

Bad news is someone's
trying to kill you.

So things are all right?According to the psychiatrist,
we were both concerned...

that Booth was the reason
that I didn't run off
with Sully.

[ Laughs ]
It wasn't?

No, it's because
I'm currently unable to live
a life without tangible focus,

so, you know,
sailing around paradise
with the man I adore--

Well, you believe that?

If I expect people
to defer to me
as an anthropologist,

I have to concede
to their fields
of expertise.

Right.And our working relationship
has definitely improved, so--

Hmm. Maybe I should
talk to this guy.

Uh, why?

Hodgins asked me
to move in with him,

but I'm-I'm not sure.

I mean,
what's the problem?
Hodgins is perfect.

I'm... nuts about him.

I'll call the doctor.

I'm certain that I'm innocent
of whatever it is you think
I did this time.

- Can you identify
this clipping, sir?
- Taxus baccata.

European, or common, yew.

Then you're aware
that it's poisonous.

Did you bring me here
to test my botanical knowledge?

Both Father McCourt
and Father Matt
suffered yew poisoning.

The hell you say.

Is he allowed to say that?

Dr. Brennan's people
can prove...

the poison from the yew tree
came from your own yard.

Both Fathers McCourt and Sands?

It's why Father Matt
has been so sick.

Can you think of anyone else
who'd want to poison
these two priests?

Aside from you.

No. No one.

I'm going to need a lawyer.

A damn Jesuit
would be best.

Are you confessing, Father?Yes. I did it.

What?

When this goes
to trial, Father,

you're going to have
to place your hand
on the Holy Bible...

and swear to God
to tell the truth.

You going to be able
to do that?

- What's going on?
- Get me my lawyer.

See, I don't think
you will.Why?

You didn't do it.
See, it's time
to render unto Caesar.

On one condition.

I take the confession.

I never set out
to kill Father McCourt.

You poisoned him.

I saw the way he looked
at James Levay.

I-I tried to give him
just enough poison...

to make him too sick
to want to--

But he--
He fell and hit his head.

He wasn't breathing.

I had to make sure
he was dead.

I couldn't bury him
without making sure.

And the heaviest thing
she could find
was the chalice.

[ Donlan ]
And Father Matt?

Wrestling--
Boys were all over him.

And I knew better this time.

Less... poison.

Father McCourt was
a mistake, Father. I--

Lorraine, there was no proof
that Father McCourt
touched anyone.

Only rumors.
And Father Matt--

You were so angry
at Father Matt.
I see the way you look at him.

Because he was sent here
to replace me.

What you saw was my own pride,
my own weakness.

Father Matt is a good man.I was--

I was trying to help.

I was just trying to help.

Do you absolve me, Father?

We're not alone
with God, Lorraine.

This is not that kind
of confession.

♪♪ [ Woman ]
♪ I wait for the day
to break me ♪

♪ I look up to the sky ♪

♪ The time comes
The time comes ♪

♪ The time comes
The time comes ♪

♪ The time comes
The time comes ♪

♪ And then it goes
Then it goes away ♪♪

[ Brennan ]
Excuse us.

Dr. Wyatt?
We need you
to do it with her.

[ Chuckles ]
W-W-Would that I could,
but, uh,

unfortunately, my heart
belongs to another.

No, it's actually my,
uh, boyfriend,

uh, asked me to move in
with him,

and I need to know
if I should or not.

I told her to come
talk to you.

Look, I absolutely refuse
to be relegated to the role...

of some sort of advice columnist
or daytime television shrink.

Brennan says the you're
the only psychological type...

who's ever made
any sense to her.

Yes, well, now, of course,
you're flattering me,

so obviously I'm helpless.

All right, so, uh,
what made you think...

you should move in with him
in the first place?

The closet test.Over half of his closet
is filled with my things.

I see. What about
your own closet? It overflows
with his things, does it?

Uh, no. It doth not.

Well then, I suggest
you wait until it does,

thus rendering you
manifest equals,

tabling until that day,
the vexed question of who
should move in with whom.

- He isgood.
- I told you.

As a stopgap, you should
move enough clothing
from his closet...

so as to occupy
less than 30% of the space.

You know, the accent...

makes everything
that you say
sound really smart.

Stopgap.

Oh, you're not leaving,
are you, Dr. Brennan?

Um, Booth and I have to put
our notes together
for the prosecutor.

- So--
- Oh, so, you and Booth, uh--

You making any further
assumptions about each other?

No. No assumptions.

- Thanks.
- Good.

Well, look at that.

You fixed them too.Mm-hmm.

All right, listen up,
Monty Python.

You got it right
with Hodgins and I.
That's fine.

But we both know
that you are full of it
on the other thing.

[ Chuckles ]
I have no idea
to what you refer.

Brennan didn't
run off with Sully...

because she cannot live
a life without focus.

She stayed because of Booth.

Oh, now you're projecting,
Ms. Montenegro.

Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan
are not you and Dr. Hodgins.

I stand by
my diagnosis.You stand by the F.B.I.

Your first priority
is to get agents back
into the field,

solving murders.[ Chuckles ]
Hmm.

Your romanticism is endearing,
but as the bard says,

"Lovers and madmen
have such seething brains,

"such shaping fantasies,

that apprehend more
than cool reason
ever comprehends."

He also says,
"Journeys end
in lovers meeting,

every wise man's son
doth know."

[ Chuckles ]

Excellent.You betcha, Monty.

Mm, mmm, mmm.
You are good.Mmm.

What's that mean?