All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E05 - The Perfect Pieces in the Purple Pond (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

That was great.
You were great.

So maybe we could do it again?[ Scoffs ]
The others are coming, right?

We still got time.What is the matter
with you?

I gotta take a leak.Go!

It's not my fault they made
the Garganti Gulps
so gargantuous.

It doesn't seem
to bother me any,
micro-bladder.

[ Zipper Unzipping ]

[ Urinating ]

[ Gasps ]

- Karen!
- What?

Are you sure I'm the only guy
you've ever had sex with?

Why?

Oh, my God.

Karen! Karen!

As I've told you many times,
Dr. Sweets,
I do feel remorse.

But not for stabbing a man
in the heart?

No. For succumbing to the
faulty logic that persuaded me
that his death was desirable.

You know, a sane person would
regret murdering someone...

more than being taken in
by a line of crap.

- Define crap.
- Drivel, blarney, nonsense,

uh, balderdash, twaddle,
bull, bunkum, hooey.

- Like that.
- Now I realize it was...

drivel, blarney, nonsense,
balderdash, twaddle,
bull, bunkum, hooey.

Then, I perceived it
as logic.

How are your hands?

I estimate that I've regained
almost 60% full function,

which is not bad for hands that
were torn apart by an explosion.[ Beeping ]

You know, you'll only
be released from this
psychiatric institution...

if we cure you
of your delusions.

[ Scoffs ]
My card isn't working.
Hello?

[ Footsteps Approaching ]I was wrong,
not delusional.

Your card must've expired,
Dr. Sweets.Thank you.

Well, perhaps you should
consider that your delusion
is that you're not delusional.

[ Electronic Squawking ]

[ Booth ]
How many pieces in total?[ Man ] Twelve.

Interesting anomaly-- no head.[ Brennan ]
No head? That's odd.

- Which is why I said anomaly.
- You don't need to be snippy
with my partner, pal.

Booth, it's all right.
What's wrong with your back?Oh, nothing.

You're walking as though
you strained your
inner transverse ligament.

I might be able
to help with that.No.

I should never have gone down
that small slide with Parker.
I'll be fine.

-It's nothing, okay?
-[ Agent ] The body parts were
found in this evaporation pool.

Look at that. It's purple!Kid said it turned purple
when he peed in it.

For future reference,
this is more of an anomaly
than a missing head.

Sad comment
on your life, Doc.Again, snippy.

You know,
if my back wasn't bad,
I would hit you.

Booth,
I can take care of myself.

Size of the limbs suggests
that our victim is
a fully grown male.

- [ Booth ] What is with
the purple water?
- Hodgins can analyze it.

Cell phone, Dr. Brennan. [ Booth ] All right,
don't tell me.

You want the entire purple pond
drained and shipped back
to the Jeffersonian.

No. I think
a small sample will do.

- Great.
- Although--

- [ Groans ]
- Skulls are heavy.

The head could've sunk
to the bottom. You're correct.
We should drain it.

We're drainin' it.
Drain it.Oh, man.

The ends of his fingers
look burned.Torture?

Sometimes guys try
to conceal their identity
by losing their fingerprints.

Mr. Bray is my brightest
scholarship student.

All right, these are
children's shoes,
but they're a size 11.

So you think our victim
was a giant toddler?

No. That would show up
in the bones.

Sarcasm does not play well
on the forensic platform.

I tracked down the manufacturer
in Sri Lanka, and guess what.
Special order.

Time of death based on decomp--
between two and four days.

All the cuts to the skeleton
are clean,

except for several incomplete
slices to the C2 vertebrae.

Comes to
cutting off the head,
the killer hesitates.

Makes sense. Gets easier
after the first chop.

- What do you glean
from the X-rays?
- A slight spinal curvature,

hypermobile extension joints,
uh, cartilage deficiency.

Ehlers-Danlos syndrome?

We'll have the F.B.I.
check with local
orthopedic physicians.

The water turned purple because
of a bottom-growing algae
called Lemanea.

Something agitated the algae,
so it turned purple.

The young man who found the body
urinated in the pool.

Huh. Well, the average rate
of flow for males under 45
is what?

It's 21 milliliters per second.
So, yeah. Yeah, that would be
enough to disrupt the algae.

- Dr. Hodgins,
have you moved yet?
- Nope. [ Blows ]

If you hand me those shoes,
I could check for particulates.

Where is Hodgins moving?

Oh, Cam thinks that Hodgins
should move into
Zack's ooky room.

Oh. Cam's right.

I tell all of my grad students
not to be distracted
by the standards set by Zack.

- I don't know who that is.
- You and me, Wendell--
we need to talk.

[ Brennan ]
If your back doesn't hurt, then
why are you letting me drive?

Well, you know what?
Don't get used to it.
I heal really, really fast.

My guys, they didn't find
the victim's head in the pool,
all right?

But I put out a bulletin
to orthopedic doctors within
200 miles of the body drop.

Uh, body partsdrop.

The victim was killed,
chopped up and then dropped.

- Breaking in a new intern,
aren't you?
- How did you know?

Well, because, you know,
you always get overly precise.
That's how I usually know.

- You want me to talk to him,
break him in a little bit?
- No, Booth.

You don't have to fix everything
for everyone all the time.

- You know? I can handle myself.
- Partners watch out
for each other.

Well, if that were true,
you'd let me fix your back.My back is fine.

All right? All I need is an
aspirin, a hot bath and maybe
a nice single malt scotch.

We cross referenced
"Ellen Danny" syndrome--Ehlers-Danlos.

with those kiddie shoes
Ange tracked down.

Okay, we came up
with this guy right here.

- Oh. Jared Addison,
25 years old.
- Watch the road!

I am watching the road!You're not if you're
looking at the screen!

I am an excellent driver!Well, I'm guessing
that that's our victim.

My son was diagnosed with
Ehlers-Danlos in his teens.

- Are you sure it's Jared?
- Do you recognize these shoes?

Jared ordered them specially.

This distinct footwear in
combination with Ehlers-Danlos
and other markers...

indicate that the remains
we found belong to your son.

I'm very sorry for your loss.
If you need a moment--

It would be helpful if we
could see your son's room.

[ Booth ]
Wow.

You can see why
I recognized the shoes.

Mrs. Addison, your son died
days ago. Why didn't you
report him missing?

[ Mrs. Addison ]
I had no idea Jared was missing. He lives here with you, right?

Jared was a novelist.
He was finishing a book.

He checked into a hotel
so I wouldn't bother him.

I had no idea
anything was wrong.

Your son was Jared Addison,
the cult science-fiction
novelist?

Wait. On the back here,
it says that he lived
in the Caribbean on a boat.

No, that's not your son.

Obviously, the publisher hired
an impersonator and came up
with some romantic cover story.

- How'd you know that?
- My publisher wanted to do
the same thing with me.

Jared's publisher dropped him
after his second book.

Jared was feeling a lot of
pressure to make this one great,
maybe try to get him back.

Mrs. Addison, with your
permission, I'd like to
bring someone in here...

to take a look over
your son's room--
you know, an expert.

- What kind of an expert?
- You know, Bones. An expert.

[ Siren In Distance,
Horn Honks ]

I found coffee grounds
and sea kelp in the treads
of the vic's shoes.

So before the giant toddler was
killed, he was brewing coffee
on the seashore?

Yes, that's it precisely.
Case closed.

Also, I found
a tiny fly egg,

smaller than any of the eggs of
any of the flies common to where
we found the body parts.

Where's this fly egg from?In order to answer that,
I have to hatch it.

Seriously?I'm an entomologist. I have
to hatch this insect egg...

in order to identify
an important piece of evidence
in a murder investigation.

Where-- Where's
the funny in that?

I know you're upset about
breaking up with Angela,
Dr. Hodgins,

and I know you're upset
about losing Zack.

But despite
your personal problems,
this is a workplace,

and your attitude
leaves a lot to be desired.

Fine. If you want
to make a change,
you make a change.

Otherwise, you let me do my job
and hatch this egg.

These action figurines?
They're awesome.

Hmm. Still living at home there,
huh, Sweets?

No. I have my own place.
And before that,
I lived with a woman.

All right?Was that woman
your mother?

- Yeah, your mommy?
- No. She most definitely
was not my mother.

If our victim's 25 years old,
I'd assume he was mentally slow?

Given the complexity of his
novels, I'd estimate his I.Q.
to be higher than yours.

Then Booth is right.
Something else is wrong.Ha!

Full speed ahead, Sweets!
All right, let me have it.
Come on.

It goes without saying.
Everything is perfectly aligned.
Obsessive-compulsive.

- How does this help us?
- People with O.C.D. repeat
patterns in their lives...

- in order to stave off
psychological panic.
- Hmm.

Now, if we ask which
of Jared Addison's set patterns
have recently been disrupted,

we may very well discover
what got him killed.

No. We can't ask Jared Addison.
He's dead.

- She is wicked literal!
- Look, hey, it's her process.
Don't be mean to her.

- Booth!
- I, um-- I'm not defending.
I'm just explaining.

- I can defend--
You were defending.
- I was explaining.

Whoa. This is
an interesting development
in your interpersonal behaviors.

No. What's more interesting
is that Booth's back hurts,
and he won't let me fix it.

No! None of this
is interesting, okay?

I just want to know
what kind of mojo disrupted
crazy boy's pattern.

My first guess? Yeah.

At his age? Sex.

- Sex?
- "Crazy boy's" offensive,
by the way.

His mother didn't mention
a girlfriend.

What's wrong with him?

Sweets, what are you doing?

I'm putting myself in the mind
of an obsessive-compulsive...

in order to figure out
where I might conceal...

a memory enhancer
or psychosexual proxy.

- Right, right.
What's that mean?
- Masturbatory aid.

- Oh. Check the shoes.
- [ Brennan ]
What?

Good.You're not gonna
find it in the shoes.

Do all boys keep
their masturbatory aids
in their shoes,

or is that particular to you?That's for me to know
and you to find out.

Miss Kelly Sutton.
There's a phone number
and an e-mail address.

And a list
of sexual suggestions.

Whoa.What? You're surprised
he has a girlfriend?

No, I wouldn't actually
call her a girl.

I loved Jared.
The age difference
bothers you?

Well, Mrs. Addison said
that Jared wasn't really
all that interested in you.

Oh, she said that I was
pursuing Jared, didn't she?

Fact is,
Jared wanted to marry me.

One study showed that
in 45% of successful
American marriages,

the woman was at least
five years older
than her husband.

Older women
are sexually experienced
and less inhibited.

Younger men have a greater
sex drive and they can keep up.

I know quite a bit
about older women.
The woman I lived with was 26.

- So--
- [ Coughing ]

Oh. Sorry.

[ Switch Clicks ][ Booth ]
So, how did you meet?

Well, I help out my son
at his florist shop and nursery,

and Jared came in to buy
an orchid for his mother.

He was full of anxiety.

- Probably about microbes,
Booth.
- Uh, afraid of germs.

I picked out an orchid,
and I took it out to his car,

and he was very appreciative.

And-- [ Laughs ]
I thought he was just adorable.

So I asked him out to dinner,
and the rest is history.

He fell in love with me,
and I responded.

Jared's mother thought he was
at the hotel writing his book,

but there's no record
of him checking in.

He was at the hotel,
but for a conference.

Right, with the, uh,
science-fiction writers.

No, for behavior modification.

If he was trying
to overcome his--

If he was trying to overcome
his psychological issues,
that might've threatened her.

- With your support?
- Of course.

Look, I only wanted
what was best for Jared.

I'm not a crazy person.

I've looked at the remains
over and over, and I can't
find any cause of death.

Without the head,
we may never discover
cause of death.

And without cause of death,
it's much less likely
that we'll solve the crime.

This fracture on
the right metacarpal,
on the last two fingers?

It's got a nickname:
the boxer's fracture.

It happens if you slug someone
without keeping your wrist
dead straight.

So--

How did you know that?I fought Golden Gloves
when I was a kid.

You x-ray my hand,
it don't look much different
than this.

I don't expect anyone to
live up to Zack's standards,
Mr. Bray,

but that is
extremely good work.

Mr. Bray,
have you ever conducted
a sexual relationship...

with a woman over 20 years
older than yourself?

I ask because,
anthropologically speaking,
there's a correlation...

between
physically aggressive young
males and sexual precocity.

Um, I'm pretty sure you aren't
any 20 years older than me,
Dr. Brennan.

Why would my age
be relevant?

Very good work
on the boxer's fracture.

[ Zack ]
What'd you bring me, Hodgins?

Huh?

Try and figure this one out.

Well, a lemma on its own
is difficult to solve because
the solution changes...

dependent upon whether or not
the subsequent proposition
is auxiliary or subsidiary.

So I got you beat,
right?

[ Inhales Sharply ]
Yep. That makes me
king of the--

That-That makes me king.

We're gonna get you
outta here someday, Zack,
and you can be king again.

I know you're lying
to make me feel better
and not to be malicious.

Want to hear about the case
we're working on now?
Body in 12 pieces.

- And get this-- no head.
- So 13 pieces.

The linear functional must
be bounded before you apply
the Riesz representation.

- What?
- The characteristic polynomial
of a differential operator...

is not the same thing as
the characteristic polynomial
of a matrix.

You solved it?Yes.

I'm king of the loony bin.

Yeah, you are.

Hey, I got an idea.

I'm gonna leave
the case file with you.

It's got all the X-rays so far,
all the data. Maybe you'll find
something we missed, huh?

I've done that
many times in the past.

Angela says you and she
aren't together anymore.

Yeah, you know--

I'm sorry things
are going badly for you.

- [ Laughing ]
- Why are you laughing?

My best friend is locked up
in a loony bin,

wearing gloves because
he blew up his own hands,

and he feels sorry for me.

[ Laughing ]

Mud is not dangerous.

Mud's not toxic.

Mud's not poisonous.

Mud will not hurt you.

What you're gonna do is
dip your hand in the bucket,
and you're gonna mix it around.

- [ Whimpers ]
- Do it!

Look at the hematoma on his
left occipital. It's what
you would call a shiner.

I know, Bones. Now, take that mud.

Rub it on your arms,
your legs,

your stomach, your feet.

- Get it in there!
Let's go. Let's go.
- [ Man ] No. I can't.

Come on, ladies.
Guys, on the chest.
It's not gonna hurt ya!

No. No.Come on!

I can't do it. I can't. I--All right,
who's in control, Ralph?

You or the O.C.D.?Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

Do you want to be ordered
around by a disorder?No.

I want order, not disorder.

I have been where you are, man.
I have felt your fears.

Now, look at me now.
You can do it too.

- Ralph?
- Oh! We got a runner.

You think you want
to follow Ralph? All of you?

But you don't want to do that!
You do not want to do that.

I know.
Because I'm one of you.

Excuse me.
Maybe you'd like to follow me?
I have a few questions for you.

I'm a professor of psychology
at the University of Maryland.

I received a grant to conduct
trial research on methods
of reforming O.C.D. behavior.

Was Jared Addison
one of your students?

I'm bound by patient
confidentiality.
I'm sure you understand.

Jared was chopped
into pieces and tossed away
into an industrial pool.

That's not one of your
therapy exercises now, is it?

Oh, wow. Oh, God.

Ah, yes. Yes, Jared was--
was one of mine.

He, uh-- I believe
he was making progress
despite severe misophobia.

- Misophobia. Right. Which is--
- The germ phobia.

-[ Whispers ] Right.
-He'd hold a flame under his
fingertips after shaking hands.

He'd literally
burn the germs away.

When was the last time
you saw Jared? It was Thursday afternoon.

He took off right after we
completed the toilet exercise.

You mean,
he went to the bathroom? No.

Each participant
is required to pick a mint
out of the toilet...

and hold it on their tongue
for 10 seconds.

Maybe Jared gave you that shiner
after you made him suck
on a toilet mint.

- We know he struck someone
with his right hand.
- Yeah, just like this.

Right there! You see?
Right there like that.

I was punched by
another participant...

who had an extreme reaction
to the floor-licking exercise.

Is it common for patients
to attack you?It happens.

There's a lot
of stress involved.
People break.

Some people would see
what you do as torture.

Yeah. Maybe when Jared
let you down, you broke.

Let me down?

Jared was my star patient.

It's a tragedy he died
before he could fully enjoy
his new freedoms.

- Excuse me?
- Uh, it's okay, Ralph.
We'll try again tomorrow.

I'm not here to apologize,
Professor Amerian.

I'm here to confess.
I killed Jared.

Can you please
sterilize your handcuffs
before taking me in?

[ Sweets ] I want to say
for the record that you're
here of your own volition...

and have declined
legal representation.

Why are you letting Sweets
conduct this interrogation?Crazy guy, shrink--

It's a no-brainer.

Are we gonna let Sweets
interrogate all of
our insane suspects?

Annoying, isn't it, Sweets?

Why did you kill him?I didn't mean to kill him.

The fact is, if I don't
eat at exactly 8:14 a.m.
according to this watch,

the person
nearest to me dies.

Professor Amerian told me
not to eat till 9:00 a.m.
according to this watch,

and Jared was sitting
next to me.

And you believe
that's what killed him?

When you lock me up,
I should either keep my watch,

or you should only put me
next to terrible people
who deserve to die.

-Did you by any chance dismember
Jared after you killed him?
-No. I just killed him.

[ Booth ]
Oh, no.
We gotta keep looking.

If Jared was having breakfast
with Ralph, how come he never
showed up to that day's session?

Ralph, where did Jared go after
you had breakfast together?To the coffee bar in the lobby.

- Why?
- To get coffee.

Hodgins found coffee grounds
and sea kelp in the treads
of Jared's shoes.

What can I get ya?A sample
of your grounds.

Just take 'em, Bones.
It's garbage. You don't
need a warrant for garbage.

- What's goin' on?
- F.B.I. Special Agent Booth.

Do you, uh,
recognize this guy?

[ Scoffs ]
What did he do--
lodge a complaint?

Because I never
actually hit the guy.

- I pushed him in the chest with
maybetwo fingers. A nudge.
- Why did you push him?

The dude had me wash my hands
with antibacterial soap before
I started on his cappuccino.

Then he had me
redo it three times...

because the cup
was dirty on the outside,
which it was not.

Look at my cups.
Pristine.

So you pushed the dude
for insulting your cups? No.

All of these OC/DC people
are the same-- complaining.

Every day I'm throwing out
perfectly good coffee.
I'm going bankrupt.

He did it to me one too
many times, and I cracked.
Call it a crime of passion.

So was that the last time
you saw him? Nope.

Guy came by here the other day
and we made nice. Thursday.

He apologized to me.
He even shook my hands without
putting on rubber gloves.

- He was like a different guy.
- Professor Amerian's methods
were working.

Oh, God. Please keep that
under your hat.

[ Scoffs ]
That's all I need---

is for this place to become
the coffee mecca
for the phobics.

Hey. Wendell, come in.

- What can I do for you?
- You said come to you
with questions.

I owe people money.

That's not technically
a question, so there's
not much for me to go on.

What I gotta do is keep
my nose clean, graduate
at the top of my class...

and get a good job
so I can pay off
that debt.

You're worried about getting
fired because you can't satisfy
Dr. Brennan, right?

Never mind.

Wendell--

Wendell, hold on.
You never actually
asked me a question.

That guy-- the psycho who
helped the serial killer--

Could you please
not call Zack a psycho?

Crazy as it sounds,
we all still love him.

He was
Dr. Brennan's boy toy, right?Wh-What?

Boy toy as in... sexual?

[ Laughs ]
N-No.

Where did you get--
No. Absolutely not.

Plus the F.B.I. guy.Again, no. Wrong.

Well,
then she hit on me.I don't think so.

She looked me right in the eyes
and asked if I had any
experience with older women.

It's, like, if you want to work
around here, you gotta--Wendell, stop.

You need to look for some
alternative explanation...

for what you think happened
between you and Brennan.

And if you can't
think of anything,
then you should just...

assume you're
hallucinating or insane.

Because she absolutely
didn't hit on you.

I'm glad we talked.

You get anything off
the victim's cell phone?

I was able to recreate
a call list from the SIM.

[ Typing ]

[ Saroyan ]
He only called one number.

[ Angela ]
Once a day for 30 days
at exactly the same time.

Who is it?I called the number
and recorded the answer.

[ Woman ]
Forward Retro Publishing.
How may I direct your call?

Does that mean
anything to you?Yes.

Forward Retro is the publisher
who dropped Jared Addison
after his second book--

the one who never wanted
to talk to him again.

The publishing game has changed.
You know what I mean,
Dr. Brennan.

No, I do not.Well, try me,
Mr. Tushman.

Book-wise, it's no longer
about good writing per se.
It's about marketability.

Of the book?Of the author.

There's a reason why your photo
takes up the entire back cover
of your books.

Because I'm
a very good writer.You're serviceable.

But your success is
contingent upon your image
as a hot scientist chick.

That's not true, is it?No, of course not.

Don't call my partner a chick.
What's the matter with you?

Fine, fine. Got it.
The point is, I had to hire
a guy to pretend to be Jared.

Book tours,
press the geek flesh
at the nerd conventions.

This guy?Yeah. C.D. Howe.

The deal I had with C.D. was
to let him write his own stuff.
And you know what? It was good.

He started selling.
So I had to choose
between Jared and C.D.

So you had no contact with
Jared Addison after firing him?

- Absolutely none.
- Yeah, that's a lie.
He called you every day.

Whoa, Bones! Oh!

Ask him what happened
to his tooth.

All right, that's assault.
Are your hands clean?

Yeah. My partner wants to know
what happened to your tooth.Jared Addison punched him.

I admit to that
cause-and-effect situation.

- Why'd he punch you?
- Probably because he said
Jared was a bad writer.

I didn't kill Jared.
But you think I did because
of a minor physical altercation.

Okay, go ahead.
You know what?

Explain yourself.All right. Jared came
into my office.

And he told me
he was cured of his O.C.D.

He mentioned,
um, toilet candy?

Uh, he said he was willing
to go out on the road,

hustle the books
however I wanted.

I told him I wasn't interested.
I heard it all before.

And then he clocked me one.
It didn't hurt.

And then I told him
that I would take on his book.

Why did you change your mind
after he hit you?

So if I punched you,
you'd read my manuscript?

Jared hit me with his bare hand.
The old Jared Addison
would've never done that.

You believed he was cured?

Can you imagine the sales
I'd have gotten out of revealing
the real Jared Addison?

Mmm!
I'd have made a fortune.

Dr. Hodgins?

Shh!

My egg from the victim's
shoes is hatching.You need quiet for that?

No. I just thought it might
stop you from talking.

Pushing it, Dr. Hodgins.
How's about we say
you found the line?

This fly might tell us where
Jared Addison was murdered.

Oh, look, look, look!
Hey, there, little buddy.

This is a white fly.
Only lives in very warm,
humid climates.

Jared Addison's
old-lady girlfriend
used to work at a nursery.

Hey, Dr. Saroyan.

I'm not moving
into Zack's space.
I'm not being difficult.

I just--
I can't do it.

I hope you understand.

I understand.

I thought you being
the one who moved in there
would be easiest for Zack.

Well, if he were a normal human,
that might be true. But--

Yeah.

Okay, here's the thing.
This new guy Wendell?
He might be nuts.

- Hi, Angela. Pickle?
- He thinks Brennan hit on him.

Why does he think that?

He said she asked him if he
was interested in having sex
with an older woman.

Which is impossible. Which
I set him straight about in no
uncertain terms, believe you me.

I'm certain she did
exactly that.No, no.

I've known Brennan for years.
And there's no way,
believe me, that she ever--

Our murder victim
was 28 years younger
than his girlfriend.

Dr. Brennan was probably looking
for insights in her, you know,
clumsy yet endearing way.

You might want to let Wendell
know that you misjudged him
in no uncertain terms.

Hmm.

Well, Wendell also says
that he owes a lot of people
a lot of money...

and that he really
needs this job--
like the mob or something.

Oh, no, no, no.

Unless it's rampant paranoia,
not my jurisdiction. But on
the other thing, I'm solid.

You know, the last time
I listened to you,
you broke up me and Hodgins.

No.Yeah.

Angela,
that wasn't my fault.
I think you know that.

Yeah.

[ Whispers ]
Yeah.

So what do we think?
Here, huh?

Yeah, what do you think?Oh, yeah.

This is definitely
an environment conducive
to the white fly.

[ Booth Whistles ]I'll start taking
some samples.

Can I help you?Yeah. F.B.I.
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

We, uh, have a warrant here
to search the premises.

Is this about
Jared Addison's murder?Yep.

No, no. Bones, don't touch that.
There's tons of disgusting
stuff and chemicals--

Not here. Our fertilizer's
a hundred-percent organic.
It's my own blend.

[ Groans ] There you go. Now
you're gonna get sick. Your
stomach's gonna go upside down.

It's gonna be a mess.Coffee.

Coffee? Sea kelp
and coffee grounds.

Jared Addison was here
shortly before he died.

Jared was my mom's boyfriend--
heavy emphasis on the "boy."

Yeah. Well, we heard
that this place kind of
freaked him out.

All the germs, yeah.
But he was here.

I don't know if it was
the dirt that made him squirm
or the question,

but the kid
toughed it out.What question?

He wanted my permission
to marry Mom.And what was your answer?

I told him I thought it would be
creepy to have a stepfather
who's 10 years younger than me.

- I told him he should forget
about it and try to be normal.
- You told him no?

I said no, he could not
have my blessing.

He's lucky I didn't conk him
on the head and chop him up
for fertilizer. But I didn't.

White flies.
I'll do some lab work,

but they look to be
the exact strain
that I hatched at the lab.

-I'm sorry. But did you just say
youdid conk him on the head?
-I said I didn't.

Booth?Yeah?

- Flies on the shovel.
- Oh.

We know that flies
are attracted to manure, blood--

Hmm.The flies are mostly
on this shovel.

It follows that
there's something
different about this one.

Will that warrant
let me test the shovel?

Well, yeah.
It's out in the open,
so it's fine.

I'm going to use
phenolphthalein.

It'll tell us if there's
blood present on the shovel.

What's pink mean?It means you caved in
Jared Addison's skull.

And/or removed his head.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to close up shop
and take you downtown.

We have a few questions
we'd like to ask you.

Somebody as smart as you
should know better.

Oh, I don't smoke.
I just--

[ Clears Throat ]
I don't smoke.

So... you weren't totally wrong
about Dr. Brennan.

I can't risk having sex
with my boss.
Like I said, I got debts.

No, no.
Not totally wrong, I said.

When she asked you about your
experiences with older women,

her interest
was anthropological.

- She was looking me
right in the eyes.
- She's direct...

and awkward.

Now, you've
got two choices here.

You either answer the question
like me or Zack.

Or you tell her she's being
inappropriate like Booth or Cam.

Either way, she's not gonna
hold it against you.

- You sure about this?
- Yeah.

Frankly, I'm, uh,
more worried about
the money-owing thing.

I can pay my debts.Yeah, but you can't work
on legal cases...

if the wrong kind of people
have leverage on you, right?Wrong kind of people?

What's that supposed to mean?Uh, no.
I'm trying to help, Wendell.

It's--No, no. If they're the wrong
kind of people, then so am I!

Could you please not yell?My whole neighborhood ponied up
to send me to school!

They're working people.
They make money with their
hands. I need to pay them back!

Oh. I--

I-I thought you
owed the mob money.

[ Laughs ]Like we're working on a mob case
and you owe the mob money?

[ Laughs ]I don't owe the mob money.

Yeah. See the problem?And I don't smoke.

When I gotta think, I ask myself
what my dad would've done.

You know,
he smoked all the time.

Holding this cigarette--
It's stupid, okay.

But it helps me
get into his head.

But he died of lung cancer,
so... I do not smoke.

Wow, Wendell.
Once you start talking, it's--

Wow.I don't get you people.

I'd like to work here,
but it's like a minefield--
too many ways to step wrong.

I admit it takes
some getting used to.

Good luck.

[ Saroyan ]
It wasn't blood.
On the shovel, it wasn't blood.

[ Booth ]
Bones's magic juice didn't work.

No. Phenolphthalein
is not magic.

- It's an indicator
that reacts with--
- Potato proteins.

Potatoes?Phenolphthalein turns pink
in the presence of potatoes.

I locked the guy up
because of potatoes.He might've done it, Booth.

But we all know that without
the victim's head, we aren't
likely to solve this murder.

- Well, maybe Wendell here
missed somethin' in the bones.
- I didn't.

- Don't blame Wendell.
He's doing very well.
- I just wish Zack were here.

You gotta get over it.
Zack's not coming back.

I know where to find
the victim's head.

This is not good.How did you get out?

- You don't appear
happy to see me.
- Oh, we're not.

Well, I am. I really am.
[ Chuckles ]

Zack!

Hey, buddy.Aww.

- Well, I doubt he got
a weekend pass.
- Zack, how'd you get out?

[ Kisses ]Dr. Sweets helped me.

Oh, well, then I totally
change my mind about Sweets.
I now love him.

- Does Dr. Sweets know
that he helped you?
- No.

You're hurting my arm.Oh, sorry.

Zack, you're with me and Bones.
The rest of you go play
with your microscopes.

- Let's go.
Bone Room now. March.
- Come on.

[ Zack ]
Everything in the room
is organized in sets of 12.

A dozen shoes in the closet,
a dozen action figures
on the shelf,

a dozen pencils
in the pencil holder.

Even books are grouped
by the dozen.

[ Together ]
I should've noticed that.

Sets of 12 must
be a manifestation
of Jared Addison's O.C.D.

I did an analysis of his novels.
There's no recurring sets
of numbers.

Only recurring images of germs
and fear of microbes.

Okay, then what is with
the number 12?

They live at
12 Kindergarten Street.
Kindergarten has 12 letters.

Alphanumeric is also a
12-letter word, by the way, but
I suspect that's just ironic.

Okay, this side of him
I don't miss at all.

Books, CDs, everything.
It's always 12.

In the yard,
everything comes in 12--

paving stones, plants,
decorative rocks, gnomes--
always 12.

Oh.What?

Well, Jared Addison wouldn't
have been gardening.
He's a germophobic.

Even his name,
Jared Addison--
12 letters.

- Oh.
- What?

He didn't name himself.
His mother did.

- His mother has O.C.D. too?
- That's the most
reasonable conclusion.

But the body
was found in 12 pieces,
not counting the head. Why?

The incomplete saw marks
on the C2 vertebrae
were hesitation marks.

She couldn't deal
with the part of the body
that was her child's face.

You-- You used me to escape?

- How?
- Your card.

Sweets, one crime at a time.
Murder first, okay?
Why'd she kill her son?

He was overcoming
his disorder.

Jared Addison was
ready to take control
of his professional life.

He'd found love
and was ready
to leave her house.

It wasn't just his patterns
he was destroying.
It was hers.

And as a result,
she suffered a psychotic break
and murdered her own child.

You know,
I still have my card.

I swapped out the magnetic strip
with my loony bin library card.

- Wait.
That's why it didn't work?
- Zack, where is Jared's head?

Everything comes in twelves--
everything except for... this.

[ Police Radio Chatter ] [ Woman ]
♪ There's a cold fire ♪

♪ There's a cross fire
and there's something ♪

♪ Inside ♪

[ Chattering ] ♪ Inside ♪

♪ And we'll never
never make it ♪

♪ And we'll never
never break it ♪

♪ Until ♪

♪ Until ♪

♪ And you've got grace ♪

♪ And you've got the need ♪

♪ To leave that place ♪

♪ But you'll never
never make it ♪

♪ And you'll never
never break it ♪

♪ Until you learn to see ♪

♪ Until you're set free ♪

♪ Just set free ♪

♪ Set free ♪

♪ Oh, set free
Yeah, babe ♪

♪ Set free ♪

♪ Set free ♪

♪♪ [ Women Vocalizing ]

♪ We will run wild
and we will let go ♪

♪ 'Cause we realize
that we had ♪

♪ That we had no control ♪♪

[ Laughter, Chattering ][ Beeps ]

Well.

- Zack was right.
- Of course he was.

As always.Time to go.

I should get back.

- Okay.
[ Clears Throat ]
- Okay.

[ Booth ]
Okay.

Yeah. Come on.
Let's go.

Come on. Easy.

- What took so long?
- Relax, Sweets, okay?

He's all yours.Wait. Uh, I thought
we'd do this together.

Look. Just walk him back
through the front door, okay?
Don't look guilty.

And if anyone asks,
you took him for electroshock.
All right?

Don't escape again.
You got it, Zack?

You figure out who
a killer is, you call me
or Dr. Brennan.

Not Sweets.
All right?

Yeah.Wait.

What if he--

I don't know.
What if he overpowers me, or--Zack?

I'm much stronger
than I look.He's done it before.

He killed a man.Okay, Zack. Promise you're
not gonna kill Sweets.

I promise.

There you go.Yeah.

There you go!
I got great seats
to the Capitals.

If we bump into anybody,
let me do the talking.

I haven't actually literally
done it before, you know?

Had sex?Ended someone's life.

Why doesn't anyone
ever believe I've had sex?

Y-You confessed to plunging
a knife into a man's chest.

No. I said I killed him,
which I did. I told the master
where to find the man.

But you didn't plunge a knife
into the man's chest?

It wasn't me.Zack, why did you confess?

I would have done it.
If the master had asked,
I would have done it.

No, no.
You don't know that.

People have no idea if they're
capable of ending a life until
they're put in that situation.

[ Scoffs ]
In all of our sessions,
I've had question marks.

Because you at heart
are not a killer.

I gotta-- I gotta tell
Dr. Brennan and Booth.You can't tell them.

Because I'm your patient
and you're not allowed,
ethically.

Zack, don't you want
your friends to know that
you didn't kill anyone?

I'm still an accessory
to murder.

If you tell them,
they'll take me out of here
and put me in prison.

Hodgins assures me I would
not do well in prison.Okay.

What about the person that
actually did commit the murder?
He's still out there.

No. The master killed him
so he could recruit me.

- There can only ever be two.
- You have to let me
tell the truth.

You can't tell anyone
without my permission.

We should go in.
I don't want
to get you into trouble.

[ Scoffs ]

- What are you doing?
- Throwing out my book.

- It's still on
your hard drive, right?
- No. Not anymore it's not.

You erased it?
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!What?

Stop!But I don't want
to be a writer anymore.

Oh, why? Because of what that
publisher said? He was an idiot.
Did you see his glasses?

I don't want to be
a sexy scientist.

That's like me saying
I don't want to be
a sexy F.B.I. agent.

We can't change who we are.

[ Groaning ]
God, it's just--
It's not good for the back.

[ Groans ][ Exhales Deeply ]

"Suspenseful and chilling."

"Temperance Brennan
leads the pack."

- "Anthropology has never
been more exciting."
- You memorized my reviews?

Angela can scan these
and get 'em back
on your computer.

You know my reviews, Booth.
But do you read my books?

- Every single word.
- You never said anything.

Well, I figure, you know,
I'm all over your real world.

Why would you want me
in your fantasy world too?

I can appreciate that.

You see how this works?
Huh? It's give-and-take.

- We're partners, huh?
- Except you won't let me
fix your back.

Oh, come on. My back is fine.
It's just--Oh, really?

[ Stammers ] Okay, how do I know
that you're not gonna, like,
paralyze me or make it worse?

I also help you by explaining
a lot of things to you.

Yeah. Well, you know,
I explain...

things to you just as much
as you explain things to me.My things are more important.

That's debatable.
[ Groans ] [ Bones Cracking ]

Ow!Necessary pain.

Yeah.
Necessary-- Ah!

The way you really help me is--
is you let me be a guy.

I help you be a guy?Yeah.

You know, it's a guy's thing to
fix things and make 'em right.

When I fix things, I feel like
I am one with the universe.

[ Cracking ][ Groaning ]

Whoa! God!
That is amazing!
How'd you do that?

See? We help each other.
Quid pro quo.

I know what that means,
quid pro quo.Sure you do.

I know a lot of things.Well, you didn't know
what misophobia meant.

You didn't know
that you could just
take coffee grounds.

It was garbage. You don't
need a warrant for that.I sort of knew that.

I just was making sure
that that was the case.

What's that mean?