All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E01 - Yanks in the U.K. (1) (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Brennan ] In closing
my lecture on interstitial
lamellae remodeling,

I'd like to address some issues...

that are not strictly confined
to forensic anthropology–

- [ Snoring ]
- if it's all right
with my host, Dr. Wexler.

I should think that all
but the most joyless wonks–

and, yes, I do refer to you,
Cyril Bibby–

would embrace a diversion
from haversian systems.

My partner,
F.B.I. Special Agent Seeley Booth,

gave his lecture
at Scotland Yard last night.

Agent Booth, could you
please stand up?

- [ Snoring ]
- Hey, Booth!

Yeah. I'm here.
What's up?

Agent Booth is
the intuitive humanist,

while I am
the logical empiricist.

Although recently,
I have seen...

how destructive
pure logic can be.

My own assistant, the most brilliant
young man I've ever met–

Ended up a sidekick to
a cannibalistic serial killer.

I-I haven't invited you
to join me, Booth,
so you can take your seat.

[ Woman Murmuring ]
What I've learned
from Agent Booth...

is that we scientists
must arm ourselves...

with something other
than pure logic.

A quality which deflects us
from an irrational admiration
for the rational.

Exactly.

[ Booth ]
How old is that guy?

What– Ian?
He's a year younger
than I am.

And almost as brilliant.
What'd you think of my speech?

It got better towards the end.
You mean after
you interrupted me?

I'm sorry. Look.
It wasn't that I was bored.

Mostly, it's just that I was
tired, okay? The boobies took
me out for a beer last night.

“Bobbies.”
They're called bobbies.
I'm pretty sure that...

Sarah, Pauline and Jacqueline
are, you know, boobies–
Dr. Brennan!

Dr. Brennan.
What a wonderful lecture.
Fantastic. Sublime. Great.

Thank you, Dr. Wexler.
Who knew such a shapeless robe
could be so evocative.

Of academia I mean,
of course.

Just one moment with
my colleague, please,
Agent Booth.

Um, over the last few days,

I have been warned many times
to watch out for you.
Warned?

That sounds dangerous.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Was it something
along the lines of, oh,

“Look out for Ian Wexler.
He's a young genius on the rise”?

How can you flirt with me
while ignoring your phone?
[ Ringing Continues ]

Well, I'm a man of perspective.

Besides, I find that if one
ignores the thing long enough,
generally it stops ringing.

And then later, at my leisure,
it will tell me what it wanted.

Dr. Ian Wexler.

Don't leave.
This is noth– Murder?
What kind of murder?

Well, is it a boring one,
or is it a violent one?
Is your interest peaked?

What–
Are you being serious?

I'm going to pass you over
to a colleague of mine.

I'd simply like you
to state the origin
of this call. Thank you.

Scotland Yard?
Homicide?

Cheers. Well, would you
like to tag along?

It is murder.
Can't promise anything,

but it is possible
that a famous heiress
is involved.

I'm keen as ketchup.

Mustard. Keen as mustard.
Excellent effort at
the colloquialism though.

Very impressive.

Does your cowboy
want to tag along?
Please don't call him that.

He'd find it insulting?
No.

He'd love it.

[ Man ]
A little higher, John!

[ Men Chattering ]

[ Siren Blares, Horn Honks ]
Stand back, please.

[ Ian ]
Inspector Cate Pritchard
of Scotland Yard,

I'd like you to meet–
Ah, Agent Booth.

- Yes. Yes.
- Hello. I very much enjoyed
your presentation last night.

He's very active– sound effects,
visual aids, lots of props.

Although, he complained
at great length about having
to check his gun with us.

Well, you know, without a gun,
I'm practically naked.
Isn't that right, Bones?

- Inspector Pritchard, meet Dr. Brennan.
- Charming.

She's exactly like me.
Charming, tenacious,
salacious, sophomoric,

euphoric, noble, ignoble,

fatuous, horrid, morbid,
torpid and tedious?

Flattery will get you
absolutely nowhere, Cate.
[ Chuckles ]

So you found Portia Frampton?

The way we usually work
is I drag the bodies
out of the Thames...

and you use your
extraordinary capabilities
to identify them.

Bones, they're like
the English version
of me and you.

- Do you think it might be her?
- This certainly is her car.

Portia Frampton. She's an
American, as is her father.
Do you know him?

Not all Americans know each other.
There are quite a lot of them.

Roger Frampton–
airlines, Internet ventures,
luxury construction.

Full disclosure, Cate.
I'm currently analyzing
one of his construction sites.

Frampton wishes
to build skyscrapers...

over what may prove to be
a Bronze Age treasure trove
or maybe just a rubbish tip.

- Well, they aren't
mutually exclusive.
- Exactly.

This vehicle's number plate
matches Miss Frampton's.

Obviously, this vehicle
entered the Thames
at some distance upstream...

before coming
to ground here.

What do you think, Dr. Brennan?
Female or transvestite?

- Female.
- Mm-hmm.

[ Brennan ]
Late teens, early 20s.

Penetrating trauma
to the parietal bone.

Someone hit her on the head
with a sharp object.

You have to do that as well,
do you– translate for him?

You have to deal
with that too?
Is it murder?

- [ Together ] Yes.
- If this is Portia Frampton,

then her father will no doubt
demand F.B.I. involvement.

[ Brennan ]
Why?
They're American.

You won't have any
real jurisdiction,
you understand?

Well, not beyond
what I grant you
out of courtesy.

Well, that whole
“no jurisdiction” thing,

that really doesn't fly
in the F.B.I.

- Just tell him he can have a gun.
- But he can't.

Well, as they say in America,
hasta la vista, baby.

Look, Agent Booth,
I will– I will do my utmost
to get you a gun.

In that case–
excuse me–

Bones and I are the best
crime-solving team in America.

Well, we're in England.
Let's all just try
and pull together, shall we?

One nice, little, happy
transnational unit of inquiry.

Well, we should have
these remains sent back
to the Jeffersonian,

as well as any silt samples
and parts of vehicle
that may contain trace evidence.

Well, how do you
feel about that, Dr. Wexler?

Oh, I'm looking forward
to completely surrendering
myself to Dr. Brennan.

You heard her. Back to
the Jeffersonian, all of it.
Put it in the overhead.

[ Angela Groans ]
Brennan sent all
this evidence from England?

Not just evidence,
but actual human remains.

The Brits
used dental records–
no jokes, please–

- to identify the daughter
of a wealthy ex-pat.
- Typical American billionaire.

- Thinks we can do it better.
- Because we can do it better.

- X-rays for you, Clark.
- Thank you.

I'll take the body, see if there's
any soft tissue worth looking at.

And these crime scene
photos are mine.
[ Hodgins ] Check it out.

British slime. So much more proper
than American slime.

Some kind of paper.
I'll see if there's
anything on it.

Okay, as usual, I'll need
constant progress reports.

Angela.

[ Mouths Words ]
Oh, my God!

Grayson.

Angela.

That's the last bit of sugar
you're ever gonna get from me.
I want my divorce.

[ Chuckling ]

Portia Frampton, only daughter
of Roger Frampton, 47–

formerly of Ringwood, New Jersey–
and Sarah Frampton,

née Burroughs– deceased 1994–
of Cheltenham, England.

You wouldn't believe what
my hotel gave me for breakfast.

It was like this brown goo,
and some kind of meat–

I think it was a sausage–
about the size of my finger.
I had an entire buffet.

[ Booth ]
You're staying at the Duke
of something, all right?

I'm at the Beefeater
Hotel/Motel.
[ Cate ] You ate at a Beefeater?

- That's brave.
- [ Booth ] Brave is right.

- This is the weakest coffee I've ever had.
- Booth, that's tea.

Okay, two weeks ago,
Miss Frampton was last seen...

leaving her home the morning after
her 21st birthday party.

It's quite a coincidence
that Dr. Wexler is working
for the victim's father.

Well, not working for him actually.

Working for the city.
But I shall check my diary
to see if I killed her.

Portia's party broke up
around 2:00 a.m.,

and she was reported missing
the following afternoon.
[ Booth ] Hmm.

The question is, why?
[ Ian ] She was probably
reported missing...

- because nobody could find her.
- Ian.

And I suspect the reason
nobody could find her was because...

Portia was in a car on the bottom
of the River Thames.

- Just a theory, mind.
- It's a great theory.

Can you hold on to that
for one second? Thanks.

Me and Dr. Brennan
will go talk to the family.

- Together?
- [ Together ] That's what we do.

Do you hear that, Inspector?
That's extraordinary.

Sweet.

[ Clark ]
Portia Frampton
was struck from behind.

Trauma to the zygomatic
suggests that she fell to the ground...

- and then was struck again
at least two more times.
- Weapon?

The Brits weren't able to recover
all the skull fragments,

- so it's nearly impossible to tell.
- Excuse me.

I'd like you to meet my husband.

My soon-to-be ex-husband.

- We must talk.
- This is Birimbau?

I prefer my real name:
Grayson Barasa.

Very nice to meet you all.

Listen, uh,

I realize that Grayson
is very lovely.

- He certainly is.
- Thank you.

- He's a big dude.
- But until Grayson hands over
signed divorce papers,

I don't really need
Hodgins seeing everybody...

gawking at him like
he's some kind of god.

Yeah, but he is some kind of god–
the best kind.

Cam. A little help here?

Yeah.
[ Mouths Word ]

[ Sweets ]
Oh, my God.

Poor Hodgins. Wow.

[ Laughs ]

Look at that guy.
He's just–

[ Laughing ]
Look at him.

I'm sorry.

[ Angela ]
Hodgins?
Hey, Angie.

This is Grayson Barasa–
Birimbau.

Please, tell me you are here
to sign the divorce papers.

[ Chuckling ]
I can't do that.

I'm still in love with Angela.

Of course you are.
Uh–

[ Clears Throat ]
I... understand.

But Angela is
in love with me.

I told you, Grayson.
Angela.

Do you remember
the night we met?

Vaguely.

Ah, the waves
were phosphorescent,

like the world was upside down
and we were swimming naked
through the Milky Way.

Bioluminescent phytoplankton.
Nothing mystic.

We talked about how
the universe speaks to us.

And when our lips met–

[ Clears Throat ]
I apologize.

No worries.
Our lips meet all the time.

Bells.
[ Chuckles ]

What?
No, Hodgins.

Literally, bells started ringing.
It was nothing cosmic.

Every bell on the island rang out.

It was during the Shark Festival of Bells.
What did you expect to happen?

- A 21-gun salute?
- [ Chuckles ]

So-So-So what about
the divorce papers?

You need time to talk.

[ Both Laughing ]

Yuck it up, laughing boy.
Wait until one of your
ex-girlfriends comes to visit.

Mmm. Yeah.

Back to work.
Yeah.

[ Hodgins Laughs ]

[ Man ]
One of the reasons we moved
away from the States...

was to get away
from the violence.

Now look what happened.
Mr. Frampton, look.
We're very sorry...

for the loss
of your daughter.
What was it?

- Was it a robbery?
- We don't know yet.

- I'm gonna need
a list of your enemies.
- What enemies?

Well, you're a very
aggressive American businessman
living here in England.

- You must have enemies.
- My daughter was a very sweet,
innocent girl.

Not always, Mr. Frampton.

[ Roger ]
What the hell are
you asking for anyway?

So you can put that picture
away, Dr, Brennan.

Miss Miller,
how close were you
with your stepdaughter?

Heather and I
are not married yet.

Portia was like
a younger sister to me.

- We talked about everything–
clothes, school, Harry.
- [ Booth ] Harry.

- Who's Harry?
- Lord Henry Albert Bonham.

Right. Is that
some kind of crusty old
politician or something?

Lord Bonham is a very
uncrusty young man–
heir to the Duke of Innesford.

[ Booth ] Right. Harry
Henry Bonham whatever.

I read the tabloids.
There was no mention of Portia
dating any kind of royalty.

The duke wanted it
kept a secret.

The duke would be
the lord's father.

I got it, Bones.
I understand, okay?
I'm just trying to help.

So the duke says something,
and all of the sudden,
magically it happens?

- [ Heather ]
Welcome to England.
- A murderer's a murderer...

no matter how close
he is to the throne.

Please, help me find out who
did this to my daughter.

[ Brennan ]
Why did you rent this?

I didn't rent this, okay?
They screwed up at
the rent-a-car place.

I ordered an Aston.
You know, James Bond.
But they gave me–

Yeah, they gave you an Austin.
It could happen to anyone. Um–

We drive on the left here,
as you may recall.
[ Horns Honking ]

Driving here requires
a different skill set.

- I can take the wheel.
I'm an excellent driver.
- [ Booth ] Thank you, Rain Man.

No, I'm fine. I'll tell you what.

Back home, we'd drag
the whole royal family in
to interrogation separately.

Let ‘em stew,
catch ‘em in a lie.

We could do that, if you like,
but it'll give them time to close up.

- Do stay to the left here, please.
- [ Horns Honking ]

- Close up?
- Tighten ranks.

Nothing is as impenetrable
as the aristocracy freezing out
hoi polloi interlopers.

I must say, I'm rather looking
forward to two Americans
bearding the lion in his den.

[ Cate ] The light is red.
[ Booth ] That's okay.
I'm turning right.

Turning right on a red here
is the equivalent of turning left...

into the wrong lane
on a red at home.
That makes no sense to me.

The point is,
it's against the law
to turn on a red–

- Brake! Brake!
- [ Screaming ]

- Brake!
- [ Tires Screeching ]
- [ Horns Honking ]

- Brake!
- [ Screams ]

[ Horns Honking ]
[ Man ] Get out of the way,
you wanker!

Okay, I think we should
wait here until
the traffic thins out.

God! I hate London!

I hate England!
I'm glad we had a revolution!

[ Shouting ]
Bollocks!
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Shouting Continues ]
Brennan.

[ Booth, Shouting ]
And the weather here!
It's cloudy–

The fatty acid composition
of the victim's cervical
fluid caught my attention,

so I ran some more tests.

Turns out Portia Frampton
was pregnant.

- Pregnant? How far along?
- [ Booth ] And coffee!

What is so hard
about making a cup...

of black coffee!

About two months.

Thanks, Cam.
[ Pounds On Roof ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales ]
Okay, I feel much better.
What'd I miss?

Lord Henry Bonham,
heir to the Duke of Innesford,
knocked up the victim.

Right.
The royals hate bastards.

- Only the ones that
don't make king.
- Hang on, girls.

We're getting out
of this toilet swirl.

[ Horn Honking ]

[ Booth ]
Oh! Nice castle.

[ Brennan ] No. Castles were
originally designed for military
purposes– to withstand attack.

This is more
properly called a palace.

Bones. A little help
getting out, Bones.

Geez!

God! Geez!
Heads up.

Gettin' out of this thing
is like being born.
[ Sighs ]

Oh. Is that the duke?
It's his gentleman's
gentleman.

It's a butler.

How ya doin' there, sport?
Right. F.B.I.

You might as well
put this one away.
It's worthless.

And yet, here I am.
You mind waiting outside?
Why?

[ Cate ] It's because
Agent Booth not only wants
the aristocrats off-balance.

He wants them upside down.
He'll annoy them,
you mean?

Let's say the duke and duchess
won't be used to your approach.

Listen. Word of advice.

When they start commenting
on you to each other,
you've got them on the run.

Right.

I noticed in the crime scene
photos that the back seats
of the S.U.V. were folded down,

which started me thinking
that maybe the victim...

was transporting something,
you know, worth stealing.

So Brennan had strips of material
sent from the vehicle, which I analyzed.

ST-90 transmission oil.
It's made with polyalphaolefin.

Leaded, acidic H2O residue,
and plenty of polycyclic
aromatic hydrocarbons.

- Don't make her ask.
- Thank you, Angela.

A motorcycle was transported
in the back of the S.U.V.

More likely a scooter,
given the size.

The killer kills,
loads the body
and his scooter–

Or moped.
Drives to the Thames.

Dumps the car,
body and all, in the river,
and rides his scooter home.

Through the teeming
streets of London.

So you're an honest-to-God
real butler?

My family has served His Grace's family
for eight generations.

Yeah, well, a real butler
would offer to take my hat.

A real gentleman
would be wearing a hat.
Whoa!

Look at this guy!
Uh, yes, sir.

It dates to–
Please don't touch that,
Agent Booth.

Late 1490s or early 1500s.
German design?

His Grace's ancestors fought
for Henry VIII in France.

[ Scoffs ]
Geez! Look at the size of this.
That's one large cup.

Probably to scare
the sissy French.

Actually, Henry VIII started
the trend of large codpieces
because he had syphilis,

so his penis was extremely sensitive
to anything touching it.

His Grace favors
the “intimidate the enemy” version,
should the topic arise.

His Grace, Her Ladyship
and Lord Henry will meet you
in the morning room.

Two weeks, and I'd heard
nothing from Portia.

I knew it would turn out
to be something terrible.

You kept your relationship
with Portia Frampton a secret.

It didn't mean
I didn't love her.

Where we come from,
that's exactly what it means.

You're quite certain
this American has the right
to pose these questions?

[ Booth ]
Tell you what.
You call Scotland Yard,

and the answer is
always gonna be yes.

So, Portia
ever come to visit
this, uh, palace?

This house? No.
Why?

You were in love with her,
right, Lord?

Well, it's my understanding
that the class system in England,

though very much relaxed
since the Second World War,

still exists at
the highest levels of society.

- That's you, right?
- One prefers not to make
such an assertion.

How long did you and
Portia Frampton carry on
a sexual relationship?

Did I ever say
I was sleeping with her?

Of course you had sex
with her, Harry.

And I'm sure
she rather enjoyed it.

You're a well-formed,
athletic boy.

Did you offer refreshments?

I had no intention
of encouraging them
to stay longer, Mother.

Tea, please.

Harry kept his relationship
with the Frampton girl secret...

because her father
is a rapacious crook...

who uses intimidation and bribery
to get what he wants.

So it had nothing
to do with this?

They've brought that
wretched rag into the house.
I was there.

It was the afternoon before
Portia's birthday party.

- So you saw the photographer?
- Of course not. I'd have thrashed him.

The lord was gonna
go all medieval.

Portia's party was lovely.
She left before I awoke the next morning.

It's the last time I saw her.

- But you did hear from her.
- [ Booth ] Right, because...

cell phone records
indicate that you talked
that morning.

It was a very personal conversation.

Did you discuss her pregnancy?

I got it. I'll tell you what.
There was an argument.

Portia wanted to keep
the baby. You didn't.
I assure you,

I had absolutely no idea that–

Could he possibly be suggesting
that pregnancy is a motive for murder?

Nonsense. Arrangements
would have been made.

And you're positive
that you're the father?

Harry.
Look at that.

I'm being intimidated
by royalty.

If you must know,
Portia broke up with me.

She said there was
to be no discussion.

[ Booth ]
Ah. There you go.
Motive for murder...

no matter
what country we're in.

[ Sips Loudly ]
Mmm!

What is this?
It's Assam black tea.

Very strong.
Call it the upper-class version...

of a “cup o' joe.”
Wow!

Cheers.

[ Angela On Speaker ]
I've been looking at those
tabloid photos of the victim.

Now, in a telephoto shot,
most of the frame is blurry.

Only the main subject
is in focus.

What is this place
on the weekends?
A dungeon?

You see here? These pixels
look like they've been
altered to appear fuzzy.

So it wasn't really
a telephoto lens?

You light it
with torches, right?
No, it was a telephoto lens.

But it's been doctored
to look as though
it's over 500 millimeters,

when I put it
at more like 80.

[ Cate ]
Why would anyone do that?

- See that white sliver?
- Do you mean the white blob?

It's a reflection of light,

almost as though
the photographer
was behind glass.

And in Portia's eyes–
Do you see that?

[ All ]
No.

It's a reflection of a house.

Do you see where I'm going?

[ All ]
No.

- Someone took the picture
inside the house.
- With an 80-millimeter lens.

Sweetie, my ex-husband is here
with the divorce papers.

So I'll fill you in
when you get back.

Lovely mix of
personal and professional
you people seem to manage.

Harry could have taken
the photograph.

Yes, that's certainly
a possibility.

But Harry had no motive
to take the photo.

We're most likely searching
for a disgruntled servant
who was looking to cash in.

Mmm.

I apologize for
eating without you,

but apparently to hold the table,
you have to order.

I'm not here for food.
I'm here to get you
to sign the divorce papers.

Hmm.

In my place,
would you do that?

I'm not in your place.

I've been searching
for Angela for five years.

I know. I know.
Our private investigator
told us everything.

You built Angela a home
with your bare hands...

while simultaneously
smuggling medicine
to children in Cuba...

and supporting an orphanage.

You're a saint. I get it.
If you believe that
to be true,

then you should want
what is best for Angela.

I do. And guess what?
It's me.

Why are you better than me?

Obviously, I'm not.

But I do love her
more than you.
You cannot possibly know that.

And yet, I do.

We are at an impasse.

You have no sense of dignity.

Yeah, I'd give up
my life for Angela.
So what's a little dignity?

She kissed me, you know.
On the cheek, or–

What's going on?
Oh, man.

He says you kissed him.

I did.
Whoa!

It was a good-bye kiss.
There's nothing you can do.

- You must accept–
- Hodgins!

Here. Can–
Can you take this, please?
Oh!

Whoa!

Nice, Grayson!

Angela.

[ Brennan ]
We've been working on
identifying the photographer...

who took the tabloid picture
of Portia.

Surely, identifying her murderer
is more important.

You see, paparazzi,
they follow people.

So maybe he saw something.
I don't know, maybe the actual killer.

The photo was taken from
a bedroom in Portia's home.

So you're suggesting
the help let a paparazzo
into the house?

Actually, the help
told Inspector Pritchard
that you were in the room.

Look, maybe you wanna tell us
why you did it before
Roger gets here.

Roger and I have set
five wedding dates
over the years.

And each time,
Portia found a way
to make him postpone.

- She had her father wrapped
around her little finger.
- So you killed her?

Don't be ridiculous!
I merely wanted Roger
to regard Portia...

as a sexually mature adult
with her own agenda
instead of as an innocent child.

Sorry I'm late. Court went
rather longer than expected.

Heather, I trust
you've said nothing.
Too late.

[ Roger ]
Too late why?
Your girlfriend...

sent the naked picture
of your daughter to the tabloids...

so you'd stop thinking
that she was perfect
and finally get married.

What Americans lack in subtlety,
they make up with clarity.

Roger, I'm so sorry.

Why the hell
would you do that?

Please, believe me,
I would never do anything
to harm Portia.

I simply made
a terrible mistake.

Roger! Oh, Roger!

I trust this interview is over?

Actually, I just have
one more question. Who the hell
would wanna wear this?

It's so nice to see you relaxing,
enjoying some good British beer,
Agent Booth.

Cheers.
Cheers.

I'll tell you what.
I'd like to see that open.

Really?

Why?
Luck.

You'd have to be ridiculously lucky
to see something like that,
wouldn't you?

That's my point.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, you did get
a little lucky today.

Yeah?

That's a Walther PPK.
It's a James Bond gun.

Booth. Seeley Booth.

No. That's terrible.

Thanks, Pritch.

But please
just remember, though...

that if you do use it,
I'm the one they'll hang.

Hey, I'm a good shot.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
Oh.

Oh. It's the American squints.

You'll love these people.
Booth. Seeley Booth.

[ Angela On Speakerphone ]
Hey, uh, the paper you sent me–

it turns out to be a letter
to Portia Frampton from her mother.

A keepsake from
her childhood perhaps?

It's dated this year.
[ Booth ]
What does the letter say?

The entire body of
the letter is indecipherable.

The date and the salutation
and the signature are clear though.

Thanks, Ange.

So Portia Frampton's mother
is still alive?

That raises a whole set of questions.

[ Clark On Speaker ]
Visible on the L2 is
an area of radiolucency.

Can't see a damned thing.
[ Brennan ]
Give us a moment, Clark.

We found a few more bone
fragments today, Dr. Wexler.
Good. How old?

No more than a hundred years.

To prevent Frampton
from building his beloved
skyscrapers on this site,

we need to find something
from the Bronze Age or older.

There is evidence of reabsorption
of the surrounding bone.

Ah, here. Yes, I see.
Very interesting.

Cyril, you're being impertinent.
Please stop speaking.

- Could the anomaly
be a hemangioblastoma?
- Okay, off you go.

And don't come back until
you find at least one Bronze Age,
ossified funny bone.

Have Cam do a histology, Clark.

Will do, Dr. Brennan.

[ Clears Throat ]
So, what now?
Well,

I thought quick drink,
back to yours for some sex
and then out for a late supper.

Oh–
[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]
I'm inclined to accept.

Well, I'm ever so pleased.
But Booth says
I shouldn't trust you.

And why is that?
Well, he says you like
to rack 'em up.

Rack 'em up?
How vulgar.

Booth is very good
at reading people.
Hmm.

Well, in that case,
how about we start
with the supper...

and then let the chips fall
where they may?

That would be
an acceptable compromise.

[ Hodgins ] I checked out
the skull fragments
for microscopic traces.

How shiny and pretty.
What is it?
Mother-of-pearl.

Have you talked to Angela today?

Yes. Are you saying our victim
was attacked by an abalone?

How mad is she?
Mad, mad, mad.

I thought women secretly liked it
when we fought over them.

“Women” is an unacceptable
generalization.

[ Brennan ]
You should look over
your other shoulder.

Bones, I've been driving
since I was 12, okay?

Would it make you less agitated
if I told you I didn't sleep
with Dr. Wexler last night?

I'm not agitated, okay?
I'm agitated because of driving
this little car. That's all.

Look, Wexler is just–
[ Sighs ]

I'm not agitated because of
you and Dr. Wexler.

Wexler's just another guy
looking for a one-night stand.
That's– Whoa!

So?
So? You gotta
take it seriously.

Seriously? You mean
you've never laughed
during sex? Because I do.

Whoa!
Do you see that lorry?
I see that lorry.

It's a truck. We're American,
and that is a truck.
[ Horns Honking ]

[ Man ]
Bugger off!
I laugh during sex. It's–

It's not that kind of serious.

Well, I think Dr. Wexler is serious
about having sex with me.

[ Sighs ]
Okay, news bulletin for you.
Very interested.

Bones, there's not a guy
in this country who wouldn't
wanna have sex with you.

You'd probably have gay men–
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy.
[ Horn Honking ]

[ Loud Thud ]
Are you being nice about me
or awful about British men?

Wexler is not special.
You are.

[ Cell Phone
Rings, Beeps ]
Brennan.

Am I interrupting anything?

Uh, I'm just
helping Booth drive.

Booth shouldn't be
behind the wheel.
He isn't adaptable.

[ Booth ] I'm Mr. Adaptable, okay?
The mirror is the size of a thumbnail.

Well, what do you expect
when you rent a car
the size of your thumb?

I don't think
there's enough fetal tissue
to get a D.N.A. reading, but–

Cam, could we just be quiet until
I get into the flow of traffic here?

[ Horn Honking ]
[ Man ] Get out of the way,
you wanker!

You think I'm special?
[ Sighs ]

Of course I think that
you're special. Yes!

[ Brennan ] Thank you.
I will take your romantic
advice under advisement.

Now you're too far
to the left.
Oh–

- You're gonna hit the curb!
- [ Loud Thud ]
- We're good.

Yeah, unless we get a flat tire.

No, we're good.
[ Saroyan ]
If I could speak again?

I had better luck with the tumor.

Our victim suffered from
Von Hippel-Lindau disease.

[ Loud Pop, Hissing ]

- We got a flat tire.
- How'd that happen?

But there wasn't
any evidence of V.H.L....

in either the mother's
medical records
or the autopsy report.

But it's hereditary,
so her father must have it.

Roger Frampton worked
for the NHL?

He– He may have
V.H.L. disease.

What if he doesn't have it?

Then Roger Frampton
is not Portia Frampton's
biological father.

Oh, God.
[ Horn Honking: Sustained ]

Great. That's just great!
I hate this car!

[ Roger ]
My wife is not alive.

Your daughter was carrying
a letter from her mother
when she died.

It was dated Portia's 21st birthday.

That's impossible.
Tell your lab boys they got it wrong.

Roger, the lab is,
in fact, correct.

Portia was indeed carrying
a letter from Sarah
dated her 21st birthday.

Portia and I met at
a café in Knightsbridge
the day after her party.

I gave her
the letter personally.
[ Cate ] I think you'll find...

Sarah knew she was dying
and entrusted Mr. Curry with letters...

which he delivered on
Portia's important birthdays.

- How do you know?
- It's exactly what I'd have done...

if I were dying and leaving
behind a young daughter.

It's all very touching,
but it still makes
wig-wearing Willy here...

the last person
who saw Portia alive.
[ Curry ] For God's sake.

- Now I'm a suspect?
- You should've told me, William.

You're not the only person
who engages me
for my discretion, Roger.

- What did the letter say?
- I'm sure I couldn't possibly tell you.

Uh, Mr. Frampton,
how is your health?

What the hell does that got
to do with anything?

Any nerve pain?
Dizziness? Headaches?

No. I'm healthy as an ox.

Are you aware that Portia
is not your biological daughter?

Perhaps I should conduct
the rest of this interview.

[ Sweets ]
Angela–

Here we go.

Angela, men are idiots.
Seriously.

Just to be clear,
are you a man or a boy...

for the purposes of
this conversation?
[ Chuckles ]

When I was 10, the kid next door
had a Turtle Party Wagon.

It's an accessory for the
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
action figures.

Mmm.

It's a toy? No?

Anyway, I loved that Party Wagon.

I wanted that Party Wagon.

So I climbed the tree
outside his bedroom window.
But the tree had a fungus.

And his dad was too cheap
to hire an arborist,

so, unbeknownst to me,
some of the branches were dead.

Lucky for you I, uh–
I enjoy a convoluted story
with my hot beverage.

I'm in the hospital–
broken arm, concussion–

and the kid with
the Party Wagon comes in.

I confess everything.
You know what he says?

“I would have given it to you.”

Ah. He had a little
gay crush on you.

He did?
Mm-hmm.

Oh, man, that explains a lot.

But I'm guessing that
you have a different
point to the story,

like maybe
I'm the Party Wagon.

No. You're the gay neighbor boy.

Your love is the Party Wagon.
Grayson is the tree.
I'm Hodgins. Think about it.

Which brings us
back to the point that
all men are idiots.

See how I worked that?

It's because I'm so good.

Uh, uh-huh.

The treads in
the victim's tires were
mostly full of river silt.

But I did find
a few more materials.

Crushed Scleractinian coral.

Possibly from Australia.
She was killed in Australia?

No, it's used as a surface
for private roadways in England.

How does that help us?
Well, it's been illegal to
harvest this stuff for years.

So the roadway in question
is fairly old.

And even when this stuff
was available,

it was
incredibly expensive.
And the organic material?

Yeah.

Deciduous pinnate leaflets–
medium pink petals.

It's a Rosa damascena.
An antique rose bush.

Hey, Hodgins?

Yeah, hey.
Hi, Angela.

Fine, I'll just pass this along to
Booth and Dr. Brennan in England.

You guys go ahead and–

Security cameras, people.

The building's filled
with security cameras.

I can't have you
punching my ex-husbands.

Deal, so long as you don't kiss
your ex-husbands...

for longer than three seconds
on the lips.

Deal. Look.

It's simple.
My heart isn't yours to claim.

It's mine to give away.
I get that.

I mean, what you're saying,
not your heart.

Oh, idiot.
You do get my heart.

Because you're giving it to me.

At last, a glimmer
of understanding.

Wow. That is so...
flaky and new age...
Yeah.

and wonderful.

- [ Bells Ringing ]
- [ Laughter, Shouting ]

- [ Laughs ]
- [ Whooping ]

Okay, okay.
I get it.

The universe speaks.
I hear it.

The guy said he was gonna
fix the flat tire.

What's it doing
up on the truck?
Crushed coral and rose petals?

Hodgins found coral and roses
in Portia Frampton's tires.

Who takes a car with a flat tire
and puts it up on a truck?

You fix it. That's what you do.
If there was a spare tire, I'd have fixed it.

Probably you cracked an axle
or something. Thanks, Cam.
That was very useful.

All right, great.
Now I gotta call Agent Pritchard.

I'm gonna have
to ask her for a ride.

England is not good
for my personal dignity.
[ Sniffing ]

All because of a... flat tire.
Wait. Whoa!

- Don't smell that. You don't
know where that's been.
- Yes, I do.

This is crushed coral,
and it smells like roses.

[ Sniffs ]
Where did we pick up
crushed coral?

The private
road and driveway
at the Bonham estate.

Portia Frampton drove
to the Bonham estate
just before she died.

And the royals said
she never came to the house.

They lied.

You honestly believe
the Duke of Innesford...

is Portia Frampton's
biological father?

Both he and his mother
show symptoms of V.H.L. disease.

Well, we're standing on coral,
those are rose bushes,

and that is a scooter
that could fit very nicely
into the back of an S.U.V.

That's great. Okay.
What's taking our backup
so long?

I didn't request backup.
[ Booth ]
Well, great.

In that case–
[ Sighs ]

I want a gun.
I'm a very good shot,
and I've killed before.

- It didn't bother me
as much as I thought.
- It bothered you a little.

Yes, but not as much as I thought.

If there's gonna be gunplay,
I'll wait in the car.
[ Cate ] Nonsense.

There won't be any gunplay.
[ Booth ]
Why not?

We won't need guns because
we have the letter
from Portia's mother.

- We don't know what it says.
- Ah. But they don't know that.

- Good one, Pritch.
- What did you just call her?

Pritch, Ian. He called me Pritch.
Short for Pritchard.

Will you please put
that weapon away?

Fine. It just feels wrong.

I have a letter addressed
to Portia from her mother.

- Portia's mother died 14 years ago.
- She wrote it on her deathbed.

On her deathbed?
Well, you know
what this means.

- Big doings.
- Big doings!

So I'm gonna have
Dr. Brennan...

read it out loud.
What?

[ Brennan ]
My dearest daughter, Portia–

Did we mention it's dated
Portia Frampton's 21st birthday?

Start at the beginning,
Bones.

My dearest daughter, Portia–
Skip to the part
about her father.

Wait a moment, please.

- Would you leave us, Harry?
- Why?

What's happening, Gerard?
Please trust me.

This is not the way for Harry
to discover certain harsh truths.

Please, Harry.
A little trust.

That must be one hell of a letter.

You must believe me when I tell
you I had no idea of this before Portia
read the letter to me.

You met with Portia here?

What did it say?

It says that the duke was
Portia's biological father.

How remarkably unsavory.

You couldn't possibly think
that Gerard killed Portia
to keep it a secret?

Why not?

[ Gerard ]
Portia asked me if I were her father.

I admitted that
it was more than possible.

Mother-of-pearl.
This is very possibly
the murder weapon.

Isn't this the part where
we call for legal counsel?

I did not kill
Portia Frampton, Mother.
Thank you for your faith.

I believe I'm going to have
to request you to accompany me
to Scotland Yard, Your Grace.

- They request?
- It's a polite country.

[ Clearing Throat ]
That will not be necessary.

- It was I.
- Jamison?

- [ Booth ] The butler?
- You ordered your butler
to kill Portia Frampton?

The duke had absolutely
nothing to do with it.

[ Grandmother ]
If Jamison confesses,

Harry need never know
that Portia was his sister.

- We'll provide you with
the finest representation.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Wow.

Come on. You mean to tell me
that neither one of you
get the weirdness of this?

All right, the butler did it.
It was the butler.

Inspector Pritchard will be hours
in the interrogation room with him.

But the fact is we'll never
really know for certain.

You mean he might just be
protecting the duke?

It's utterly conceivable, yes.

Well, I thought I might
try and entice you back
to Oxford with me tonight.

You know,
I do have a gun in England,

and I really have been
dying to use it.

I'll handle this.

You know,
it's a James Bond gun.

It's a Walther PPK,
by the way.

Ian, I think you're a lot of fun.

Oh, hell's bells in buckets.
I think I know where this is going.

It would upset Booth
if I slept with you.

You see, rationally speaking,
if you were to have someone
operate on your brain,

you would want a surgeon
who's done the procedure
many hundreds of times.

You know,
someone who's absolutely
at the top of their game.

I don't really see why sex
should be any different.

Rationally speaking,
you're absolutely right.
Good.

Then we're settled.
Off we go.

Look out for the bridge opening.
They say it's good luck.

That should keep him
occupied for hours.

Common sense says
you don't offend your partner...

for an hour of fun.
An hour?

What? One hour?
You underestimate me,
Dr. Brennan.

Oh, this is absolutely
the dregs, isn't it?

I'll call you again
before you leave.

Who knows?
You could be in a more
rational frame of mind.

[ Man ]
♪ What is there
missing from me ♪

♪ That I see in you ♪

♪ What can I say ♪

♪ What can I do ♪

Why are you looking at me like
that? I'm just here to help you
pick out a guy, you know?

[ Bridge Bell Ringing:
Faint ]

Never mind.
I'm just here...

to bring a little luck.
I don't believe in luck.

What do you mean,
you don't believe in luck?
Okay, well,

how do you explain
when good things happen
out of nowhere?

Define “good things.”

You know, good things.
Money in the bank.
[ Ringing Continues ]

Doris Day parking.
What's Doris Day parking?

A big piece of the pie.
That's good luck.

I call that a solipsistic
perceptual response to
the random nature of the universe.

Tomato, potato–
Call it what you want.
You know what? It's still luck.

You are lucky I understand you
when you say things
that make no sense.

See?
You just agreed with me
that it was luck.

You just agreed right there,
so I'll take that.
I did not agree–

You agreed that is was luck.
So, cheers to that.

We're gonna stay in England.
We agreed.

♪ ...stay on the ground ♪♪
[ Clink ]

What's that mean?