All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E02 - Yanks in the U.K. (2) (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Lunch?

I was told to catalog
all unidentified remains
while Dr. Brennan was away.

And you were told
to do this without eating?

Dr. Brennan was quite adamant
they all be done before her return.

Come on, Clark.
The divorce papers are signed
and the wedding is on again,

and we are all going
to celebrate.

I'm sure he feels that
your invitation is a polite...

but insincere attempt
not to exclude him.

We are just trying to spread
the sunshine here, Clark.

[ Clearing Throat ]

I just wanted to say good-bye,
Angela. I'm off to the airport.

Oh. Thanks. That's nice.

And thanks for the divorce.
I really appreciate it.

Your happiness is all
that matters to me.

And if in a day, a week or a year,

you want me back in your life,
I'll be there.

Right. Well,
we've got your number,
so have a good trip.

Cherish her.

Done.

Isn't this all
extremely awkward?

- That's sad.
- It's actually a display
of conflicting emotions,

what Reich called the “battle
for orgastic potency,” which–

- Maybe later.
- Sure.

- Would you like a ride to the airport?
- That would be very kind.

- Thanks, Cam.
- Sure.

Honestly, guys, I don't have to
be included in everything.

So Wexler still hasn't
called you, huh?

Ian is the top forensic
anthropologist in England.

He's a very busy man, Booth.
Busy trying to get you into bed
for the past two weeks.

The least he can do is call–
We're gonna need another cab
just for all your stuff.

I was given lots of presents
by the students at Oxford.

No, no, no, no, no!
Don't touch that one.

Why? What is it?
Why?

Because your students gave you your gifts,
and the cops at Scotland Yard...

gave me a little something-something
for their appreciation.

Huh?
What is that?

- It's a bobblehead bobby.
- That's all you got?

Well, it's a real nice one.
Look. Oh.

What is this now,
the queen's jewels?

- The bellman will help.
- No, he's better dressed
than I've ever been.

He'll get all dirty.
I gotta tell you. You know what?

There's no rule saying
you can't call him.

Although I gotta tell you,
a guy who doesn't wanna
talk to you...

just because you decide
not to have sex with him,
he can't be that great.

In bed?
No. A great guy.

Because I think Ian
would be great in bed.
Okay, next.

Hey, pal, how about a little help?
I gotta get to the airport. Come on.

♪♪ [ Woman Singing Soul Indistinct ]

[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry they canceled
your flight.

I'm not.
Neither am I.

I was just trying
to be polite.
[ Chuckling ]

You know, it's getting late.
Mmm.

Let me order you some breakfast
before you go to work.

Earth-shattering sex
and breakfast?

I can die a happy woman.
Mmm.

I'm glad to be heading home,

but I think America
dropped too much of the
English stuff back in 1776.

Like what?
You know, like, uh, royalty.

Meaningless title.
No real power.

What, you never wanted to be
a princess when you were a kid?
No.

Even now–
like, a castle, a moat,
knights in shining armor.

You know what? I risk my life
for the United States government
every day.

I wonder if I can get Congress...

to pass something
like, uh, knighthood.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

“Sir Seeley Booth.”
It just sounds right. Booth.

I get my worth
from my intelligence
and accomplishments.

From actual achievement.
I don't need a title.

What–
What's wrong?

It's Dr. Wexler.

Remodeling and analysis
of the marrow indicates...

the subject lived
in or around the coast
of North Carolina.

- We should look at Jamaica.
- No evidence suggests the Caribbean.

- For our wedding.
- Right.

What was I thinking?
Oh, I was focusing
on my work.

You'll be in love
one day too, Clark.

Yes, but today I am alone and
happily dating multiple women...

so I can
concentrate on my work
and not get fired.

I also know this little island
off the coast of Maine.

- Of course you do.
- Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?

We're deciding between
Maine and Jamaica
for the wedding.

[ Hodgins ]
Did Angela's ex get off okay?
Whoa! Sorry?

- You took him to the airport?
- Oh. “Off.” Of course.

Yes, he's off and gone.

All gone.
[ Angela ]
Great.

- Thank you for doing that.
- Anytime.

Either Maine or Jamaica.
You can't really go wrong.

I should– Bye.

[ Sirens Blare ]
[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Going to pack it up now, sir.

Ian said you were the best.
[ Brennan ]
What happened?

Why are you giving him the gun?
We're leaving.

I think Inspector Pritchard
is asking us to stay, Bones.

You want me to look
at some remains?

You think they're Ian's?

[ Man ]
It's impossible with Scotland Yard
all over the place.

Are you ready for this?

This is Ian Wexler's flat.
This is Ian Wexler's bed.

[ Booth Sighs ]
Wow.

Markers are consistent
with Ian's build and age.

Of course, I'll need access to a lab
to make a definitive conclusion.

I'm sorry, Bones. Pritchard,
I can only imagine how difficult
this is, losing a partner.

C.I.D. is saying that there appears
to have been a gas explosion.

- Looks like, uh, he was drinking.
- He did enjoy a glass or two.

Bones.
Cigarette?

Did Ian smoke?

Not that I'm aware of.

It looks as though
he put the kettle on
and lit a cigarette.

The pilot goes out, there's a gas leak,
and whoosh, the place goes up.

No water in the kettle.

Water on the boil does tend
to evaporate, Agent Booth.

Look, we don't suspect foul play.

We just want Dr. Brennan
to give us a definitive identification.

Water doesn't evaporate
if the stove wasn't lit.

Oh, perhaps even British resolve
takes a knock...

when one loses one's partner.

There is evidence of trauma
to the frontal bone.

That's gonna happen when
the ceiling collapses on you, Bones.

No, this was before the fire.

This was not an accident,
Inspector.

You wanted to see me?
Oh, man, that is cool.

Not why you're here,
Dr. Sweets.
Sure.

But it's amazing that all of our
hopes and desires and fantasies,

pain and pleasure all reside
in three pounds of tissue.

Yeah, great. Well, some part
of this little devil made me
sleep with Angela's ex.

You slept with Angela's ex?
Shh! A little discretion,
please?

I might say the same to you.
It just happened.

His flight was canceled,
I was parked at the airport
hotel, he checked in,

and I figured I'd see
what all the fuss was about.

And was there fuss?
Yes.
Well-deserved fuss.

Why exactly?
You're here as a shrink,
Dr. Sweets.

Not as a guest
on Loveline.
Yes. Fine. Sorry.

Should I tell Angela?
We're friends, and I don't want
her to find out some other way.

'Cause then it'll seem
like I'm hiding it.

Which you'd like to do
because you're feeling guilty.
Yes.

Good. Keep going.
But he's gone now.

Almost.
Almost?

There aren't as many flights
to Fiji as you'd think.
So it might come up again.

Oh, yes. I'm seeing him
again tonight.
[ Chuckles ]

I didn't mean like that.
Neither did I.

Right. Okay.

Well, uh, it's understandable
for you to feel some guilt and anxiety.

Which, by the way,
is centered here.
Dr. Sweets.

Right. Um, you feel you have
no right to pleasure,

because it comes at the expense
of your friends.

Yes. You're good.

But he's leaving soon,
so I could say nothing
and hope it all goes away.

But you'd still have
to carry that anxiety
every time you saw Angela.

Angela is open-minded by nature.
She's happy with Hodgins.

I think clearing the air
would be good for both of you.
Right.

- Of course. Thank you.
- Hmm.

Can I touch the brain
just once as a reward?

Just once.

- It's squishy.
- Hey.

I just got off the phone
with Brennan.

Her friend Wexler's
been killed in a fire.

Scotland Yard wants her to help
in the investigation.

They're sending the remains
to Wexler's lab at Oxford.

Brennan's gonna use the video link
and the Web to send us
crime scene photos and X-rays–

whatever we need to help.
I'll tell Hodgins and Clark.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We have not yet confirmed
beyond a shadow of a doubt...

that the human remains found
in Dr. Ian Wexler's flat–

But, um,
there's always a chance–
[ No Audible Dialogue ]

You see,
in cases like this, the–

My preliminary findings are
that the remains in question...

- are those of Ian Wexler.
- [ All Gasping ]

I am confident that
this suspicion will be
confirmed later today.

Cause of death has not been
determined, but we have
not ruled out foul play.

Many of you were close,
very close, to Dr. Wexler.

- [ Sobbing ]
- We'd appreciate any
information you can provide.

Thank you.

I think we should talk
to Sid and Nancy first.

A reminder, Agent Booth.
There is a proper
chain of command.

I'm the lead
on this investigation.

Why are you talking to him like that?
You asked us to stay.

I feel it's important
to be clear.

- You gave him a gun and everything.
- Bones, it's okay.

Understand, Pritch,
we're just here to help.
Whatever you need.

Thank you.

- [ Bell Tolls ]
- We saw Dr. Wexler night
before last. He seemed fine.

He was going out–
He was going out for a drink.
Frampton was driving him mad.

- Why?
- He was trying
to shut down the dig.

So he could build one of his
condo developments on it.
What's to become of the dig now?

[ Vera ]
The bloody dig can wait, Cyril.
Dr. Wexler is dead.

Dr. Wexler would
want the job finished.
You know it's true.

We're gonna have to talk
to the two of you again...

after Dr. Brennan confirms
the cause of death.

Legally, the remains have to
stay here, but we've uploaded
all the X-rays.

I'll have casts of the bones
made and ship them to you
as they are finished.

The fire substantially
occludes what we can glean
from these images.

- Can you focus on his feet?
- Sure.

[ Hodgins ]
I see soil and a singed sock.

Can I have any direct access
to particulates?

As soon as Inspector Pritchard
gets the okay from Scotland Yard.

- How you doin', sweetie?
- I'm focused on finding out
what happened to Ian.

The X-rays are starting to arrive.

I can see the depression
fracture you mentioned
on the frontal bone.

Looks like it was made
by a small object,
like a ball-peen hammer.

- Was there enough tissue
for a tox screen?
- It's being run now.

- We'll e-mail you the results.
- What is that on the top
of his left femur?

Some kind of plastic which
may have been in his pocket.

Send me some high-res photos.
I'll see if I can speed things along.

- Thanks. Call if you find anything.
- Hey, Brennan, wait.

Grayson signed the divorce papers,
so the wedding is on again.

Congratulations.
Oh, is that bad?

To congratulate someone on a divorce?
Hard to believe it's over, right?

Yeah, hard to believe.
Well, we'll talk soon.

[ Clicks ]

Dr. Temperance Brennan
resuming analysis.

The material fused into
the anterior ventral femur...

appears to be plastic,
partially melted.

[ Phone Speed-dials ]
Booth.

I found something.
What is it?

Where would Ian get
a poker chip marked H.G.C.?

[ Man ] Oh, my God. Two nights ago,
Dr. Wexler was buying
drinks for his friends...

and playing the tables as if he
hadn't a care in the world.
[ Booth ] Was he with a woman?

[ Cate ] No, this is
a gentleman's club,
Agent Booth.

I didn't see a stage or a pole
or dancers or anything like that.

No, an English gentlemen's club
is for actual English gentlemen.

- How did Dr. Wexler strike you?
- Uh, flush.

- What's that mean?
- I believe you'd say
“ro-rolling in dough”?

- Huh.
- That's right. He, uh–
He paid off his tab.

- How much did he owe?
- We're getting into ticklish
areas of confidentiality now.

This is a gentlemen's club,
after all.

Scotland Yard will guarantee
the F.B.I.'s discretion.

Isn't that right,
Agent Booth?
Hmm? Yeah, right.

Over £5,000.
He paid it off in cash.

- Where'd he get that kind of money?
- I'm sure I have no idea.

- Please?
- Look, I, um,

took this, you might say,
as a precaution,

even though Dr. Wexler told us
that he knew the gentlemen
and everything was fine.

This was taken from
the security camera.

[ Booth ]
Nice tattoo.

[ Grunting, Shouting ]

And the guy with the tattoo
is taking him away.

If I thought they
were going to kill him,
then I'd have done something.

Don't beat yourself up, pal.
You know, I'm sure you did
the best you could.

[ Saroyan ]
Tox screen showed
he had quite a night...

with his friends
Mr. Scotch and Mr. Merlot.

Blood alcohol level was .18.

No drugs,
recreational or otherwise.

[ Beeping ]
And no evidence of nicotine.

So what was the cigarette
doing in his hand?

Put there to justify the explosion,
I would imagine.

What have you found,
Mr. Edison?

Well, if the casts are accurate,

new bone growth formed a craggy
surface on the scapulas...

- and both the left and right
lateral epicondyles.
- Meaning?

The victim had bursitis caused
by strenuous repetitive motion.

The only time I've seen this
was on an autopsy of a sculler.

- What is that? Like a fish?
- A sculler is someone
who crews on a rowing team.

I also examined the fracture
to his frontal bone.

- It was the result of a head butt.
- Ouch.

- I concur. I'll send your
findings to Dr. Brennan.
- Thank you.

What are you working on, Angela?

Blowing up all the photos of
the remains for Clark and Hodgins.

Trying
not to lose quality.
Excellent.

Oh, one other thing.
I slept with your husband–
ex-husband.

- What?
- Good-bye.

Don't leave, Mr. Edison.
I need a witness.

I'm sure you can find
somebody who's been here
longer than I have.

Are you one of us or not?
No, I'm not one of us.

Well, you'll do anyway. Just–

Angela, I slept with him,
and I feel really weird about it.

Wai– How? Did–
I mean, when?

- Oh, God.
- Grayson's flight was canceled,
and one thing led to another.

He's very attractive, so...
we spent the night together.

I'm sorry.

[ Sighs ]
It's okay.

Really?

Of course. Why not?

We're divorced, so–

I mean, I got what
I wanted from him,
so now I guess you did too.

Well, yeah.

Can I go now, please?

- Angela, I– You are an amazing person.
- Why are you amazing now?

I slept with Grayson,
and Angela's okay with it.

- Of course.
- [ Chuckles ]

Why should I care?
I'm gonna marry you.

Well, I see no holes
in your logic.

And he'll be gone in a day.

He's still here?
Wow, that... must've gone well.

Is that something for me?
Uh, yeah.

It's preliminary results
of particulate and bug analysis.

Now, I found
microphytobenthos algae,
epipsammic and epipelic diatoms,

as well as
a Chironomus riparius,
or midge fly,

all of which were
on the clothing shreds
they sent me.

Well, you're excited,
so it must mean something.

The levels and sediment
on the algae indicate that the victim
was near Henley-on-Thames...

within 24 hours of his death.

The Henley Royal Regatta
takes place there– rowing.

[ Brennan ]
Why are you doing this with me
and not Inspector Pritchard?

Oh, come on, Bones.
You and me, we're the real deal.

Look, she's having a tough time
with this. I would, too,
if you were killed.

You're sentimental
that way.

Excuse me. The guy at
the main boathouse told me...

that Dr. Wexler was
a teammate of you blokes.

- Blokes?
- Yeah, you know.
Kinda feelin' at home.

F.B.I. Special Agent Booth.
I have a few questions–

Hey, I'm talkin' here.
I think you're
a bit lost, mate.

You looking for America?
Head for the coast,
swim across the big pond.

You'll find a bunch
of Yanks you can ask
whatever you want.

Is that right?
Excuse me, but–
[ Groans ]

- [ Booth ] Oh!
- [ Brennan ] We're working
with Scotland Yard.

I'm Dr. Brennan.
Ian was a friend of mine.

God, the man's got a head
like a boulder.

You're the American bird
Wexler was talking about, aren't you?

I'm surprised that lady cop of his
isn't looking out for him.

Yeah, the two of them seemed,
uh, more than colleagues.

Inspector Pritchard and Dr. Wexler
had a sexual relationship?

Listen, love, Ian isn't exactly
the faithful type, so if he's
promised you something–

He's dead.
He was murdered.

No.
What?

We had a race this afternoon.
I thought we'd be seeing him.

That's a pretty distinctive
tattoo you got there.

Any chance you were
at the Highgate Club
night before last?

[ Stammers ]
Wait. You think we killed Wex?

- You dragged him out
of the club, didn't you?
- This is bollocks!

We had a race. We don't
sober Wex up in time,
he's no good to us.

- His timing is discombobulated
from the alcohol.
- So you beat him up?

No. We dragged him into
a bed in the boathouse and poured
coffee into him in the morning.

His frontal bone was bruised.

His forehead.
Maybe you gave him a good
crack like you just gave me?

No! He didn't head-butt Wex.
Tell you who did– a coxswain
for the Queen's Light Guards.

What's his name?
It's Jasper Ferry.

[ Chattering ]

[ Camera Shutters Clicking ]

Booth, he's not gonna talk to you.
It's a tradition.

I know that, Bones,
but I think I almost got him.

There's a little sweat
coming off the side of his face.

If you interfere with
one of the queen's guards,

I'm afraid I shall have
to arrest you, Agent Booth.

Simmer down. I'm not doing
anything wrong here.

- I'm just waiting for
Lieutenant Ferry to go off duty.
- He did not murder Ian.

- How you know that?
- My colleagues at the Jeffersonian...

have discovered some
very compelling evidence.

I imagine that you learned
that two of Wexler's teammates
from Henley-on-Thames...

abducted him from the club
in order to sober him up
before a race.

Then they told you
about his argument
and subsequent fight...

with Lieutenant Jasper Ferry
here which Wexler lost after
a well-deserved head-butt.

Why is everybody head-butting
everybody around here? What's
wrong with a sock to the jaw?

Well deserved?
Why well deserved?

[ Sighs ] Ian was shagging
Lieutenant Jasper Ferry's sister.

Oh. How'd you
figure that out?

A revolutionary technique
which consists of asking
a series of questions...

to a murder victim's friends.

Nonetheless,
I'm terribly impressed that
your scientists can deduce...

almost as much
from a few particulates.

Almost as much.

Almost as much?

Look, I'm sorry
about your sister.

I really have to thank you.
That was excellent advice.

You're welcome.
It's always best to be honest.

Good. Then I can tell you
it was tough to take you
seriously at first.

You don't even look old enough
to drive, so I thought,

“How could you possibly
have any valid insights?”
I have two doctorates.

I know, but doctorates
don't teach you
about sexual matters.

And being so young, I–
I get it, Dr. Saroyan.

I'm just–
Being honest, I know.

I'm just very grateful to you,
Dr. Sweets. That's all.

Dr. Hodgins, Scotland Yard
was interested in those other
particulates you'd found...

that did not
indicate Henley.

Okay, just– Okay.

Okay. And, Angela,
I was wondering when you might
finish enhancing those photos.

- Clark needs 'em.
- You'll have them when they're done.

What do you think we're doing?
Shirking our responsibility
or something?

You know, we've been doing
an excellent job around here
even before you showed up,

so regulate yourself, okay?

I think maybe there's still
a few unresolved issues.

[ Chattering ]

[ Cate ]
We're still questioning
the female students.

It seems that they're
all accusing each other–

you know, each one thinking that
they were special to Ian.

Hmm. Is that
what you think too?

You've been asking questions
of your own, I see.

Apparently you were
sleeping with Dr. Wexler.

Don't you think that
was something you should
have told us, Inspector?

[ Scoffs ]
Oh, please.

I'm British first, a cop second
and a woman third. It's a miracle
it ever came to light.

- For how long?
- Irrelevant.

What you really want to know
is if sharing Ian with other women
made me want to kill him.

- Did it?
- All those
pretty young students?

The thing that made Ian
so very, very good in bed
was all that practice.

Sorry. Was that indiscreet?
I thought Americans were all
brash and forthright.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]
I thought Brits were frustrated
sexually and repressed.

Brennan.
[ Saroyan ]
We found something. You busy?

- No, no, this is a fine time.
- Assuming the casts are accurate,

I've isolated a stab wound that
originates between the sixth
and seventh thoracic vertebrae.

- Which would have pierced
the lung and heart.
- [ Clark ] Most definitely.

- That's a very deep wound.
- Bones, what is it?

Ian was stabbed to death.

- A-And the weapon?
- Don't know.

Maybe they found
something at the scene.
Nice work, Clark. Thanks.

Did you find any weapon
at Ian's apartment that could
have been used to stab him?

No. And I was there
the whole time.

You're doubting me.

Yes.

Wouldn't you?

[ Brennan ]
Inspector Pritchard?
I just wanted–

I am not the jealous sort,
and you are painfully naive...

if you think my sex life
was limited to Ian,
as I'm sure yours was not.

I didn't sleep
with Ian.
You didn't?

No.
Why not? You obviously
fancied each other.

Yes, I noted several
physiological responses
to his presence,

which can only be explained
by sexual attraction.

So why didn't you
sleep with him then?
Because of Booth.

Oh, you know, I suspected
that you two might be
more than just partners.

Oh, no. That's incorrect.
Booth advised me
not to sleep with Ian,

because Booth didn't
want me to be another notch
on Ian's bedpost.

See, I rather saw
it as climbing Everest.

Of course it's been done before,
but the experience is still breathtaking.

You have a strong sexual appetite
and you're not hamstrung
by social moralizing.

- I can empathize with that.
- Thank you.

Why didn't you tell us
you had a relationship
with Wexler?

Because I thought
I'd be taken off the case.

I mean, if Agent Booth
was murdered,

wouldn't you do everything
in your powers to make sure
that you found the killer?

Yes, but I don't sleep with Booth.

Have you withheld
any other information?

Why on earth would I do that?

Because you called a meeting to
talk to us, then Clark called
to give us cause of death,

and then we basically
accused you of murder.

[ Alarm Chirps ]
So while Booth
went to get our car,

I followed you to your car, and
we began discussing mountain
climbing and sex with Ian–

Yes, thank you, Dr. Brennan.
I believe I'm up to date now.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh! You are absolutely right.

I did forget to give you this.

[ Horns Honking ]

Hmm. It's a writ of release
on Frampton's building site.

The site has been certified
as having no historical
importance whatsoever.

Signed and dated, Dr. Ian Wexler–
shortly before his death.

This document would be worth
millions of dollars to Frampton.

I suggest that you and Agent Booth
ask Mr. Frampton...

if he forced Ian to sign
that before killing him.

Okay.
Oh.

Word to the wise, Dr. Brennan.
I'd encourage you
not to forego Everest.

Well, it's too late.
Ian's dead.

Oh, yes, of course.

To whom else
would I be referring
other than Ian?

Me, kill Wexler?
According to the papers,
the poor bastard died in a fire.

That wasn't cause of death.
He was stabbed.

We know that Dr. Wexler
stood in the way
of your latest project.

He was checking the site
for historical value.
It's the law.

- Nothing stands in your way.
- Everything stands in my way,
Agent Booth.

Environmental groups,
historical societies–

You know, there's even
a radical preservationist group.

They threatened me
because I want
to improve the city.

“Saviours of Antiquity.”
Hmm.

I'd like to build a time machine,
take all these lunatics
and send them back...

where there's no
air-conditioning or TV.

They can watch their loved ones die
from the flu and the plague
because there's no medicine.

Then see how they like
the good old days.

Right. Um, Dr. Wexler,
uh, signed the writ for
you to start building.

Correct?
[ Chuckles ]

Of course he did.

He spent two years
rooting around in the dirt,
and all he got was dirty.

We couldn't help but notice
how recently Dr. Wexler
gave his okay for you to build.

So I guess the only question is,
how forceful did you
have to get with him?

[ Sighs ]
I see.

Yeah, so,
I was so inspired...

by the sadistic murder
of my daughter...

that I thought that I would
try one myself.

If there's nothing further,
I'm gonna get blind drunk.

So, I found something very odd
that was on the victim–
mercury fulminate.

I thought Cam was going to be
sending us all the results.

I'm a grown-up.
I don't need a middleman.

Now, with this amount
of mercury, I'd think
he'd been poisoned, but...

tox results say otherwise.
And it didn't
come from Henley?

Nope. I also found
phyllosilicate minerals
and carbonic acid.

I'm not sure where
they came from either.

Hey, can you have them send me
more samples from the remains,

and the locations from
which they came on the body?
Of course.

But Scotland Yard says that
all requests have to come
through Dr. Saroyan.

Right, 'cause nothing could
possibly happen without her.

Is everything okay,
Hodgins?
Yep, sure, fine.

I'll have our all-powerful leader
send the request.

[ Beeps ]

Thank you all for coming.
Cam said we had to.

- Or lose our jobs.
- For insubordination.

Oh, I was kind of hoping that
you all came of your own volition...

with an eye toward
ameliorating a tense situation.

Can't you just tell her
not to be so bossy?
I'm your boss.

It's very important to realize
that Dr. Saroyan has done
nothing to merit your anger–

- Thank you.
- as a boss.

But by sexualizing her relationship
with Mr. Barasa–

- Is there no better way to put that?
- Everything else sounds worse.

She's made you both confront
unresolved feelings...

about Mr. Barasa's impact on your lives
and how he affects your relationship.

Angela and I love each other
and are getting married.

I know. Why did you think
I was questioning that?

Look, shrinky,
don't go making problems
where there aren't any, okay?

Although, the next time
that you drive somebody
to the airport...

just let them fly
the hell out of Dodge, okay?

This all would have been a lot easier
if I'd kept my mouth shut.

No. Nonsense.
You're all friends.

I'm sure now that you see
the situation for what it is,
you'll know how to move through it.

Am I right?
I think Dad
wants us to apologize.

I apologize for...

sleeping with people.

I apologize for snapping at you
after basically giving you
permission to sleep with people.

Oh, God!

So now everything is fine?

That is the result of open
and honest communication
with a highly trained mediator.

[ Hodgins Sighs ]
Fine.

I am sorry for being so cranky–

which is my basic personality,
so it seems stupid to apologize–

Hodgins, would you just–
I apologize.

[ Vera ]
Dr. Wexler never said one word...

about giving Frampton the okay
to build condos here.

[ Booth ] Well, he signed
a writ saying this place
had no historical value.

I'm stunned, I tell you.
The writ must be a forgery.

After two years, you hadn't
found anything. I think that's
a reasonable timeline.

This says we have to vacate
the dig in two days.

But Dr. Wexler felt certain
we were close.

There was a previous Bronze Age
find about 600 meters south.

- That's his signature, right?
- I don't care. He wouldn't do it.

Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan.
Yeah?

Got these from our
forensic accountant.

Wow, look at that.
Some checks made out to Wexler.

Ten of them
from a shell company
owned by Frampton.

Seems that 25,000 pounds was
the going rate for a piss-broke
forensic anthropologist.

That's how he paid off his debts.

Frampton bribed Ian
to vacate the dig.

[ Hodgins ] They found
traces of mercury fulminate
in the lower extremities,

higher concentration
on the patellas...

and the greatest was
where he was stabbed.

- So it was on the murder weapon.
- Yeah, it looks that way.

Any idea what kind
of weapon it was?
No, not yet.

Whatever punctured the bone
was rough, like a stick.

And I've tried knives, awls, picks,
but nothing matches.

Who would use mercury fulminate?

It's used in neon lights, batteries,
by taxidermists and at tanneries,

and in the manufacture
of explosives.

Frampton has different companies.
Maybe one of them uses mercury fulminate.

Yeah, I'll see what he owns.
I'll look for any instruments
found in those fields...

that could be used as a weapon.

Ah, look at that,
Bones, huh?

I'm not saying that
we should have a king or a queen
or beheadings and all that jazz.

I'm just saying, you know,
calling someone, like, uh–
hey– Sir Seeley Booth?

Now, that is civilized.
Oh, what makes you think
that you would be knighted?

Come on.
You're serious, right? Please.

Well, look at this.
You two seem to be relaxing.
Yeah, I'm gettin' into it.

My head is feeling a little bit clearer,
as chaotic as the English can be.

So, Pritch, tell me.
You think I got what it takes
to be a knight, right?

That's not your
first pint, is it?
No.

Did you bring
information on the case?

I ran some checks on Saviours
of Antiquity. Last year, they were
suspects in the bombing...

of a new construction built
on the site of a 13th-century
church in Bayswater.

Burnt it to the ground.
Mercury fulminate.

- I'm sorry?
- Used to manufacture explosives.

The residue would be on
the bomb makers and could have been
transferred to Ian's stab wound.

Well, only two other members
of the group were charged.
Others were released.

- Look who they let go.
- Cyril.

Yeah, who would be
very angry that Wexler
sold out the dig.

I'm telling you, Vera,
there's nothing more to be
done there. It's shut down.

A week, maybe 10 days
to clean up, and it's over.
So suddenly after two years?

[ Booth ] Hey, Vera, Dr. Brennan
wants you in the lab.
[ Cyril ] What, not me?

[ Cate ]
No, Cyril. Dr. Brennan
wants you to tell us about this.

- Saviours of Antiquity? Please!
- Where were you on the night
that Dr. Ian Wexler died?

- You can't be serious.
- Cyril finds out his professor
is on the take and kills him.

I was in Wales,
visiting my parents.

- Cyril quit the Saviours years ago.
- I joined mostly to meet women.

I'm not a fanatic.

Call my mum. Ask her.

Uh, we ate eel.
It's my favorite dish.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Grunting ]
You think they ever made
a Frankenstein in this place?

No, Frankenstein
was the doctor,
not the monster.

Yeah, 'cause
the other way around,
that would make no sense.

- Bones, I know that look.
- Me too.

Whenever Ian had that look,
it meant that things had
just gotten more complicated.

Clark just got
the last of the casts,

and while he was finishing
reconstructing the skeleton...

he found an extra bone.

- Wexler had an extra bone?
- No, no.

It's a shattered section
of a femur from someone else
that the interns here didn't identify.

Every piece of bone
you have here was found
and cataloged at the scene.

Well, maybe he held on to it.
Bone people like to hold on to bones.

I think it's the murder weapon.

- Seriously?
- The entry point of the stab
wound is between T6 and T7,

extending approximately
22 centimeters through
the heart and lungs.

The killer used a bone
to stab Ian.

Live by the bone, die by the bone.
It's– Sorry.

It occurs to me that if we find
the origin of the bone, then,
well, we find the murderer.

That's where
the mercury comes in.

This bone displays very high
levels of mercury fulminate.

- What does that mean, Bones?
- Nothing.
- That's very useful.

I'm more interested in
the fact that it's ossified.

That basically means
it's turned to stone.

No, no. Don't you start
explaining things to me now.

What is the significance
of that?

It means it's over
2,000 years old.

I was already working
at the top of my game
knowing “ossified.”

2,000 years old
puts this bone firmly
in the Bronze Age.

- The site.
- Oh, my God.

So this bone alone would have
prevented Frampton...

from building his skyscrapers.
Yes.

Perhaps the murderer
used it to kill Ian...

as a kind of symbolic revenge
for signing the writ.

- That makes sense.
- No, it doesn't make sense.

Nobody just kills somebody
with a bone symbolically,
not even in England.

- So, what then, Agent Booth?
- You have the fire, the cigarette–

It was all set out of panic.
The killer didn't act symbolically.

He acted out of rage.

Sweets is actually good at his job.

I know, right? I mean,
did you understand you
weren't actually mad at Cam?

No, actually, I was mad at her.

I mean, you don't have sex
with someone and then expect
everything to be fine.

Yeah, not when they're
supposed to be gone and out
of our lives. That is not fine.

No, it definitely is not.

Why? You're divorced.
Why aren't you fine with
Cam sleeping with him?

Well, for the same reason
you aren't fine with him
still being in town.

But if everything's over
with him, wh– why do you
care who he sleeps with?

Why do you care
that he's still in town?

- I don't care.
- Obviously you do.

If you were 100% certain of me,
you wouldn't care. But you do.

If you were 100% certain you
didn't want him, you wouldn't
care that Cam slept with him.

You don't trust me.

Saying that means
you don't trust me.
[ Scoffs ]

How can two people who
don't trust each get married?

- I thought we did trust each other.
- Yeah, I did too.

Two people who don't trust each other
shouldn't be together at all.

- You really think that?
- Don't you?

I mean, yeah, I-I do. I mean,
I actually do think that, but–

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

I don't know what happened.

I don't either.

But I know it did happen.

I'm gonna– I'm gonna go.

You know, all you had to do
was trust me.

Hey, you're the one
that's leaving.

You're the one
who isn't stopping me.

[ Whispers ]
Yeah.

Dr. Wexler would have told us
about a find this important.

Yeah, unless he wanted
to keep the money.

- Dr. Brennan, why are we here?
- This was farmland,
a stable for over 200 years.

Oh, in the 18th
and 19th centuries. So?
No mercury.

But in the 17th century,
there was an inn over there...

and a tannery right there.

One of the oldest tanneries
in Kensington.

Oh, my God.
What?

That's right.
Mercury fulminate.
It's used in tanning.

The tannery was here
for over a hundred years.

Mercury would have seeped
into the soil and contaminated
whatever it touched.

Why is this area covered?
Vera, you supervised
that part of the dig.

Nothing was found there.
Dr. Wexler told us to move on.

Booth, will you help me?
Yeah, I got it.

This soil should be loose
from the excavation.

It's been packed down.
[ Cate ]
Covered by wooden palettes.

- Vera, what's going on?
- Nothing. I told you.

Dr. Wexler instructed me
to move on.

- Another ossified bone chip.
This is a Bronze Age site.
- You live for this.

Why'd you cover it up?
I didn't do anything.
Cyril, tell them.

We've been working together
two years trying to make this find.

The bone had no hilt.
She would've scraped her palm
if she stabbed him.

[ Scoffs ]
You two are very, very good.

We're the best.

- Good job, Bones.
Come on. Up you go, Vera.
- You don't understand.

- Have some cuffs, please?
- You don't understand
what Ian wanted to do.

You kill Wexler
so you could keep
the money for yourself?

- Ian wanted to give the money back.
Don't you understand?
- Not at all.

I'm afraid I do.
It was Ian through and through.

He happily accepted
the bribe money when there
was no reason to be bribed.

But the minute they found
something, he got all noble
and principled and–

and wanted to return the money.

- It'd have ruined his career.
- And mine too. Don't you see?

- He never thought of that.
- So, Ian was a good man really?

A relatively good man–
[ Sighs ]

which was good enough
for some of us.

[ Brennan on Message Machine ]
Technically, you have not
reached Temperance Brennan.

But if you leave a message,
it will reach her– me–
Temperance Brennan.

[ Line Beeps ]
Hey, sweetie, it's me.

Hodgins and I broke up, and,
uh, I won't really know why
until I speak to you.

So I'm just gonna crawl
into bed until you get home,
and then we can–

[ Phone Beeps ]

Angela.

Oh, God.
[ Chuckles ]
You again.

I heard you broke up
with the small angry man.

So before I leave,
I want to ask you one more time.

No. No one gets me.

I'm nobody's.

I understand. Perhaps you can
drive me to the airport?

That's some kind of code
for you, isn't it?

Maybe I should take him.

No. I'll take him.

What's this?
Look, it's been very
interesting working here.

But I'm a man of science,
and this place is just–

- It's very dramatic.
- Well said.

I just want to work
in a regular lab, you know?

So you want that ride or not?
Yes, he does.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

You know, Wexler was
kind of like a Robin Hood
kind of a character–

steal from the rich.
I turned down my chance
to sleep with Robin Hood?

Sometimes you just
take the oddest leap.

Hey, Pritch.
[ British Accent ]
Cheerio, mate.

[ Chuckles ]
“Hello” is fine.

On behalf of Her Majesty
the Queen of England,

I dub you Sir Seeley Booth,

[ Knife Clatters ]
Knight of the Realm.

Wow.

“Official Junior Knight.”

Eh? Look at that. Wait a second.
That's from a toy store.

It doesn't mean
you're not Sir Galahad.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about Ian.

Me too.

It was a real honor
working with you both.

Same here.

If you need a lift
to the airport–

- Bones– She got us a limo.
- Of course.

But if you're ever
in the colonies–

It would be lovely.

[ Pats Knee ]
She likes you.

No.
Yes!
And she's very sexual.

Enough. It's just–
[ Laughs ] Stop.

I'm gonna miss this place.

♪♪ [ Man ]
♪ Hear the birds begin to sing
their song of love ♪

This is definitely not a diner.

♪ And may their happy sound ♪

Come on. We should go before
someone else gets killed.
Yeah, you're right.

[ Clears Throat ]
Here we go. Oh!

My arm?
Thank you.

Thank you, Sir Seeley.
Ah.

[ British Accent ]
Pleasure, Lady Temperance.

[ Laughing ]
You sound Australian.
I don't sound Australian.

♪ Love don't stand ♪

It's definitely not English.

♪ A ghost of a chance ♪♪

What's that mean?