All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S06E14 - The Bikini in the Soup (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Alarm Beeps ]

Señora?

Señora.

[ Sniffing ]

Señora, are you trying
to cook again?

Why do you do that?

You burn the pots,
and then I have to clean.

[ Sighs ]
Cerda.

Doesn't smell good,
Señora.

Whatever you cooked,
don't eat it.

Señora?

Señora?

[ Gasps ]

I think you've been
in there too long.
You smell all sweaty.

[ Sniffs, Groans ]

Trust me, no one
needs to be that brown.

Señora?

Señora?

[ Screaming ]

Who the hell
has a home tanning bed?

Aren't there easier ways
to get cancer?

Exposed mastoid process
and rounded frontal bone
suggest female.

- I think the bikini
is a big hint too.
- Right.

Porous sternal rib end
indicates she was in her 30s.

Tanned complexion was
considered unattractive
until 1920,

when Coco Chanel went
to the south of France
and returned with a tan.

Think she fell asleep in here?
Probably an accident, right?

Well, I have no idea.
I have to thoroughly
examine the remains.

It's just that before I left
the lab, Cam said something
about having plans tonight,

being Valentine's Day and all.

So I think she's probably gonna
want to put this to bed early.

Are you suggesting that we
not do our jobs properly?

No. Hey, not me.
Cam-- my boss.

I'm just passin' on
the information here.

'Cause today is such
a special day for her
because of her new boyfriend.

Valentine's Day was originally
meant to commemorate
a Christian martyr...

who died in
a quite horrific way.

Investigating this death
is a more appropriate way
to celebrate.

I'm gonna let you
tell her that one.

The housekeeper I.D.'d
the body as a Wendy Bovitz.
She was a wedding planner.

Well, that explains all
the decorations and pictures.

It's kinda sad, isn't it,
that someone who
specializes in love...

would be found dead
on Valentine's Day.

Just another day, Hodgins.
Just another day.

Not when you have
a pregnant wife.

All right, so the alarm was on
when the housekeeper got here.

There's no sign
of a break-in.
Nothing was stolen.

Hey, Bones,
don't these things
have timers anywhere?

- It's broken.
- Maybe she just fell asleep
and she turned to stew.

Yeah, that makes sense.
I think Cam
can sign off on that.

Oh, no, no, no.
Doesn't Cam wanna take this goo
back to the lab and analyze it?

- She has Valentine's Day plans.
- Right.

Okay, look, I know
you and Hannah broke up.

But for most people,
Valentine's Day--

You don't want
to finish that sentence.

No. No, I don't.

So I'm assuming that you want
to take all of this back
to the lab, correct?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Oh. Heh.

Happy Valentine's Day,
Bones.

Based on the decomp,
which was accelerated by
the heat and the U.V. rays,

the victim has been dead
between 32 and 38 hours.

I don't have to get
a Valentine's Day present
for Nora...

because, every year,
Nora sends me a request.

- I can't lose.
- Were we talking about you
and your girlfriend?

I'm sorry.
I was just thinkin' about her.
Love's funny that way.

Remember when you
were so professional...

that you wouldn't
mention anything
about your personal life?

I know.
What a drag I was.

Fracture to
the zygomatic arch...

and a mandibular fracture
at the symphysis.

- This could be murder.
- No murder.

Paul has this amazing
evening planned.

Dinner at l'Ami Jean,
ending in a gorgeous room
at the Hampshire House.

A complicated case
would mess that up,

and that would make me
very cranky.

Remodeling suggests
that these injuries
are a few years old.

Thank God. Tox screen
indicates alcohol consumption
and traces of diazepam.

There we have it.
She had a glass of wine,
popped a pill, fell asleep.

We have more bones
to examine.

Knock yourself out.

Last year, she wanted to go
to this cabin in the mountains.

And we got snowed in,
and the only way we could keep
ourselves warm was to just--

Well, it was
a wonderful Valentine's Day.
[ Clears Throat ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Brennan.
Oh, hello, Douglas.

No, I can't tonight.
I'm busy.

I'm sorry.
Okay, good-bye.

So, you have plans tonight?
That's nice.

No. No.

A date on Valentine's Day
comes with the expectation...

of affectionate companionship
and probably sex.

I have no intention
of engaging in either.

Oh, I do.

- Uh-oh.
- No.

Sharp force trauma
to the ribs,
and no remodeling.

Left anterior fourth
and fifth ribs.

The wounds
are penetrating.

Dr. Edison, we need to check
the corresponding section
of the thoracic spine.

Yep.[ Saroyan ]
What is it?

There are some nicks
on the front of some
of the thoracic vertebrae.

Which means the wedding planner
was stabbed through the heart.

I'm sorry,
Dr. Saroyan.

This is murder.

Yeah.

People! People! Can I have
your attention, please.

Thank you.

Apparently
there's a chance that
this may be a murder.

Oh, it's definitely a murder,
Dr. Saroyan.

Okay, since it isa murder,

you have exactly eight
hours and 22 minutes
to solve it.

Uh, excuse me, Cam. Why?

Because at exactly 6:45 p.m.,
I am exiting this building...

to observe Valentine's Day
with Paul.

Well, what if the murder
isn't solved?

There is death in this world,
and there is romance.

Today, death is the loser
and romance wins.

Whoo-whoo!
Whoo-whoo!

What about justice?

Good. Go. Solve.

You know what this means, right?What?

We can get out of here early,

make a night of it.

[ Chuckles ]
We don't have to do that.Come on!

Dinner and dancing.
[ Chuckles ]

Dancing?

Okay, dinner and-- and a walk.

A very short walk.

You don't have to worry
about Valentine's anymore.

We're married people.

Oh, come on now.
Married people
have romance.

I'm gonna prove it to you.

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Hodgins ]
There's our confirmation.

The murder victim
was Wendy Bovitz.

Wow. A wedding planner killed
just before Valentine's Day.

That is ironic.

Yeah. But we
have an I.D.,
which is good.

Right. You have plans. Okay.
I'll check with Clark...

and see if he needs help with
anything resembling a weapon.

Great.

[ Sighs ]Hey.

You're the expert
on Valentine's
romance.

I got a question
for you.

Fine. As long
as you ask it...

on the way back
to your office to
solve this murder.

Okay. Angela just said to me
that, because we're married,

we don't have to be romantic.

Not true.

It's hard to believe, but that
is exactly what she just said.

No. Married or not, you still
have to be romantic.

I knew it.
She's testing me.No, no.

She's not testing you.
She's pregnant
and her feet hurt.

She may not feel up
for initiating the romance,

but if you don't,
she'll never forgive you.

It's the estrogen.

It's all right.
I'll initiate,
all right.

Okay, how?

You know that emerald
necklace I bought her
Christmas before last?

- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, wow.
- Matching earrings.

Oh!What?

Well, Angela doesn't really
like that necklace so much.

What? She loves it.
She told me so.Of course she did.

But have you ever
seen her wear it?Uh, yes.

When you didn't ask?

Oh.Yeah.

Think of something else.
But wait until after
we solve the murder.

[ Sighs ]

W-Wendy's dead?

A-Are you sure it was her?

Without a doubt.Oh, my God.

This is a disaster.Well, especially
for Wendy.

So, you are
her assistant?

Executive assistant,
yes.

Is that important--
executive assistant?

I guess, right now, in the
grand scheme of things, no,
it probably isn't.

All right. When was
the last time you saw her?

A couple days ago.

I've been trying to reach her.
I must've left her
a dozen messages.

- And you weren't surprised
when she didn't respond?
- Not really, no.

It was sort of
Wendy's M.O.

Wendy gets, um--

Wendy gotoverwhelmed.

Overwhelmed by?

Uh, well,
the Erickson wedding,
for one thing.

As in--
As in Warren Erickson?

No? Really?
[ Chuckles ]

Do you people know anything
that goes on in this town?
Anything important anyway?

I'm sorry.

It's just that this wedding,
which is massive, is tonight,

and I don't know how
I'm gonna pull it off
without Wendy.

In fact, I don't know
how I'm gonna live
without Wendy.

[ Stifled Sobbing ]

So you have
your own numerical code
to her alarm system?

Yes, the assistant's code.
Um, I also have a--
a set of keys.

According to Postern Security,
the code was used
to set the alarm yesterday.

Uh, yeah.
I-I stopped by to pick up
some fabric swatches.

Uh, but Wendy
wasn't there.
Thank you.

Did you check
the tanning bed?

No. She left the fabric
by the door. Why?

Well, that's where
we found her body.

[ Stammering ]
Um, are you saying...

that she might have,
uh, been-- been dead
when I was in the house?

Definitely there
and definitely dead.

Dead.Yeah.

Oh, God.

Oh-- [ Exhales ]
Oh, I'm gonna be sick.

[ Gags ]

No, I'm-- I'm fine.

- [ Exhales, Whimpers ]
- Okay.

No, I'm not.
[ Sighs ]

I'm all right.
I'm all right.
[ Sobs ]

God, I loved that woman.

I loved her.

[ Sniffling,
Sobbing ]

Well, I've been removing
the liquefaction...

and came across something
that belongs to you.

I don't know what it is.
A butterfly, maybe.
It was in her hair.

Well, Lepidoptera
is attracted to
the smell of decomp.

Perhaps he flew
a little too close
and was ensnared.

Instead of musing,
maybe you could be running,
classifying and hurrying.

[ Device Beeps ]

I was looking at the X-rays.

This finger
appears to be broken.

Skeleton hand
or the still-fleshy hand?Fleshy.

The fracture occurred
around the time of death.
It could indicate a struggle.

I'll take samples from
under the fingernails...[ Cell Phone Rings ]

to see if
there's any evidence.

Brennan.
Oh, hello, Scott. How are you?

No. I have
no Valentine's plans.

When you say
Valentine's dinner,

do you mean a romantic dinner
or a normal meal
amongst colleagues?

Oh, uh, okay,
then, no, thank you.

Okay. Bye now.

- I wish you had said yes.
- Why?

Because then
you'd be motivated
to move more quickly.

I understand
that Valentine's Day may...

have significance for you.

You do?Yes.

You've reached an age
where every male must be
treated as a prospective mate.

I'm not
that much older than you,
and I have someone.

I'm sorry.
I'm on edge.

No. You're correct.

[ Sighs ]

- This is the victim's laptop?
- Yeah. I thought you might
find this interesting.

When it boots up.Mmm-hmm.

So this must be
a tough one, huh?

What, the case?Valentine's Day.

I mean, so soon
after your breakup
with Hannah.

Not really.

- Really not really?
- Really. Can we just
focus on the case?

No twinges at all?

It's over, okay?
Hannah and I are done.

I've moved on.Okay.

So what are you
gonna do?Nothing.

Valentine's Day
is not a holiday.

It's just made up by these
greeting card companies
and florists.

Well, then maybe you
should find somebody else
who's doing nothing...

so that you two can
do nothing together.

[ Laptop Beeping ]Look at that. Good news.
It's booted up.

So, what do you want
to show me?Okay.

One of the
password-protected files.

"In case of death"?

Oh. Well, Clark said she was
probably in a car accident.
That would explain the injuries.

Yeah, or--

"If anything happens to me,
it was my husband"?

- Did you know
that she was married?
- No.

[ Siren Blaring ]

[ Horse Whinnies ]

- Greg Bovitz?
- What are you doing, man?

You spook my horses,
I'm not responsible
for what happens.

Just need a minute
of your time.Well, that's all I got.

Supposed to be
at a wedding.

Course, the bride's
just gonna complain
the horse smells, but--

Your wife is dead.

What?She was murdered.

[ Exhales ]

Are you sure
it's Wendy?

Yeah, we're sure.

I don't believe this.You two were separated,
right?

Temporary.
We had some troubles. Why?What kind of troubles?

This. I wasn't crazy about
this whole wedding thing.

Sounds like you still aren't.Hey, I'm a horse trainer
by trade, okay?

I belong on a ranch.
But we were workin' it out.Right.

Must feel kinda foolish
in this outfit.
Is that why you beat her up?

What? I never laid
a hand on Wendy.
I loved her.

Found this picture
on her computer.

Said if anything happens,
go find her husband.

She-- She didn't mean me.
It's her first husband.
It's Tom Barry.

After their divorce, Wendy
took out a restraining order.

She put in one of those
fancy alarm systems.

This guy,
he was a piece of work.You know where I can find him?

Yeah. Hillmount Cemetery.
He was killed in a bar fight
last year.

Have you talked to
that rich bastard Erickson?

Erickson?Yeah.

He shows up at her place.
He's screamin' at her.

He's saying
she's over budget.
He's tossing stuff around.

Anyway, Wendy was scared.

If that bastard hurt her,
I don't care how rich he is--

I'll handle it.

[ Sighs ]
If there's anything
that I can do.

I'll let you know.

Okay, okay.
How's it comin'?
Ticktock, ticktock.

Um, speaking clock
doesn't really help.Look, I'm sorry.

Dr. Saroyan is breathing
down my neck. Is there
anything I can tell her?

I can tell you what it isn't.So can I.
It's not a toaster.

But she needs an "is"
and not an "isn't."

Okay, look,
I wanna get outta here
as much as she does.

I have to make this Valentine's
Day one to remember, in case
I forget one in the future.

Look, I understand.
Nora's waiting on me too.

Do you know this woman is
now calling me, talking low
and breathy on the phone?

It is making it
very difficult
to concentrate on my work.

Really?Oh, yeah.

All right. All right.
I thought it might be
a moth or a butterfly.

But then the cells
would have membranes,
and these don't.

They have ridged,
polarized walls,

which means it's some
sort of vegetation.

I'll run
a capillary electrophoresis
and get back to you.

I'll tell her.Hey, um, before you go.

[ Chuckles ]
I really need to nail
this Valentine's Day thing.

Can you give me
a little feedback?Sure.

I'm honored
you asked me.

Cool.Mmm!

[ Gasps ]
Oh, wow.

That--
Wh-What is it?

It's an Egyptian
tear vase.

A Valentine's Day
tear vase. Hmm.Yeah.

They gave them
to the pharaoh's slaves...

when they were buried
with him in the pyramid.

To cry into.Mmm.

'Cause they were so sad
the pharaoh was gone.

I'm thinkin' they were cryin'
because they were slaves
and they're being buried alive.

Angela saw it right here
in the gift shop.
She thought it was so cool.

You know this is
almost 5,000 years old.

The Jeffersonian
gift shop?Yeah.

Dr. Hodgins, no.
Mm-mmm.

She liked it.Mmm, no.
Mmm.

No, no, no,
no, no, no. N-O.

That's not
for Valentine's Day.

Okay. Cam already nixed
the earrings that I bought her.
What is left?

Look, I know I haven't
been that close to you all,
but I have observed quite a bit.

And?Angela doesn't care
about things.

Remember that poem
you wrote her?

"I am not to speak to you,
I am to think of you.

When I sit alone,
awake at night alone,

I am to see to it
that I do not lose you."

She repeated that
ad nauseam.

It was like
a Kool and the Gang song.

I couldn't get it
out of my head.That was Walt Whitman.

Oh, who cares?
She didn't know that.
Look, it's from the heart.

Dr. Hodgins,
just give her something
that only you can give her.

Trust me.

That's why Nora still
calls me breathing heavy
on the phone...

after three years
of being together.

Thanks, Clark.Sure.

Oh, and remember, Dr. Saroyan
needs to know what those
ridged cell walls are. Now.

[ Scoffs ]
Tear vase.
[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]
Oh, man.

[ Man ]
I understand.
Oh, here she is.

Cam!Hey.

Hello, beautiful lady
who works with the dead.

Oh, my God.
And hello, handsome man
who works with--

You're a gynecologist, Paul.
I shouldn't finish
that sentence.

Yeah, I understand.

Listen, uh, I know it's wrong
to bother you at work,
but I saw these flowers.

Thought of today and you.

I just lost control.

And I'm glad you did.Yeah, so I hope nothing here
is gonna prevent you from--

No, just
a little murder is all.
A child could solve it.

And I have another doctor
covering for me.

So we are set?We are set.

I won't kiss you
in the workplace...

'cause I'm also
a professional.

But let's just
close our eyes
and take a moment...

to think about
how great it would be
if we didkiss.

Okay then.Very nice.

Yeah. Should keep us
going until dinner.Yeah.

I'll see ya.Can't wait.

[ Sighs ]

Dr. Hodgins
is making progress.And you?

Progress.
Beautiful roses.

Cut the small talk, Dr. Edison.
Just move your ass
and solve this case.

I think we can get it all
in one load.

[ Booth ]
Really stupid holiday
when you think about it.

The only memorable thing
that ever happened
on February 14...

was the St. Valentine's Day
Massacre.No, not the only thing.

James Polk, in 1849,
was the first president
to have his photograph taken.

Okay.And Oregon was accepted
into the union in 1859.

Bones, I get it.

Alexander Graham Bell applied
for his telephone patent
on the 14th.

None of those things
scream romance.
That's all I'm saying.

Oh, yes, I know.
But Cam and the others seem
quite invested in the idea.

- Well, they can have it, right?
- Right.

Right.

A budget
is a budget, Raina.

We're rich!
What does it matter
if I want another kind of wine?

Yeah, we're rich because
I don't piss away our money.

Tell her it's not in the budget.Well, sir, I haven't seen
the final figures, so we--

- Did you not hear me?
- It turns out
it's not in the budget.

It is my wedding day,
for God's sakes!

I want that wine!
Wendy said it's like
love in a bottle.

Sweetheart, I have
been married four times.

It's ridiculous to spend
all this money on a wedding...

when it's probably
not gonna last anyway.

I hate you!

Excuse me, Mr. Erickson.
May we have a word?

I'm kind of in the middle
of marrying off my kid here.

F.B.I.
I have a few questions
about Wendy Bovitz.

Yeah, yeah. So do I.
I haven't heard
from the bitch in days.

- Wow.
- Uh, you didn't tell them
that your boss is dead?

Wendy's dead?

I just didn't want to
darken her special day...

like you just did.

If you'll excuse me,
I need to speak to the caterer.

- When was the last time
you saw Wendy Bovitz?
- I don't know.

- A couple days ago, I guess.
- We were told that you
went to her house.

Yeah. I like to do business
face to face.

And there was
a heated exchange
face to face?

She was going over budget.
She was taking advantage of me.

She was promising Raina
some sort of crazy-ass
expensive orchids.

I don't like
to be taken advantage of.

Look, I'm sorry
Wendy's dead,

but I'm getting
married tonight.

Can we do all this after?

Sweetheart, go play with your
dress, or whatever you women do
before you get hitched.

I hate you.

- So, sounds like
I need a lawyer.
- [ Cell Phone Rings ]

Yeah, you do.Brennan.

I did a closer examination
of the fractured fingers
you discovered.

One showed a dislocation
at the articular capsule.

Indicating a struggle. Exactly.

And Dr. Saroyan
found epithelial cells
under one of the fingernails.

Enough for
a D.N.A. profile?

Yeah. She just needs
a suspect to compare it to.

Okay, thanks.

I'm going to need
a D.N.A. sample,
Mr. Erickson.

I just need to swab
the inside of your cheek.

You do see I'm looking
at you now, right?

Yes. And, in fact,
I can see my reflection
on your cornea.

Good. Then let's be clear.
That's never, ever gonna happen.

All right.
Okay, thanks.[ Beeps ]

You want
the good news first
or the bad news?

Is the order
at all relevant?

People like to get the bad news
first so the conversation
ends in happiness.

All right, then,
what's the bad news?

The court refuses to compel
a D.N.A. sample from Erickson
based on what we have so far.

- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]
- Do you mind?

- It-It's not work-related.
- Go right ahead.

Brennan.I'll be right here.

[ Chuckles ]
Uh, for Valentine's Day?

Oh. Oh, Valentine's Day, eh?

A secret service agent
from my gym.Of course.

[ Laughs ]
No, uh, it's not
my mother.

Whoa.He thinks that
you're my mother.

Okay, look,
I'm not her mother.Okay, I don't have a mother.

Could I phone you back
to tell you no? Thanks.

All right,
what's the good news...

so that we may
end this conversation
on a happy note?

Erickson has a son in prison
for insider trading.

Why is that good news?
It seems the entire family
is degenerate.

Bones, it's good news because
it means the son's D.N.A.
is on file with CODIS.

Right. So, Cam can compare it
to the sample from the victim's
fingernails...

and see if there are
sufficient alleles in common
to match his dad.

See? Always start
with the bad news first,
then go to the good news.

- You happy now?
- It's good news.

You happy?I'm happy.

Hey. I'm checking--

I know.
Ticktock, ticktock.

Could you tell Dr. Saroyan
that I am going
as fast as I can?

You can assure her
that my ass
is indeed moving.

Yeah. I guess we're just
all a little on edge.Yeah.

I'm casting a mold
of the bone damage
to determine the murder weapon.

How long
is that gonna take?

Longer than it's gonna
take Dr. Hodgins...

to analyze the weapon's
chemical composition...

from the micro-slice of bone
I removed at the terminus.

Right. So you want me
to leave and hurry along
Hodgins rather than you?

Yes.

But could I ask
a personal question first?

Absolutely.

Okay, you're a woman
with a very open mind.

Is this
gonna get creepy?No, no.

Absolutely not.
I hope.Okay.

Okay, look. Nora sent me
a text with a request
for Valentine's Day.

Oh. You're wondering whether
I can cover for you so you can
go and pick up the gift, right?

No. If Cam finds out about this,
Clark, I could get the rack.No, no, I'm not going anywhere.

The request wasn't
for something that I could
go buy or reserve or--

Oh, really?
Well, I'm intrigued.

It's the first time I have
ever felt hesitant about
giving Nora what she wants.

Can I say no?
I never have before.

Is it illegal?No, of course not.

Will it hurt?Good God, no.

And you love her?More than anything.

Well, then show her.
I guarantee you that's the
only thing she really wants.

So what is it?

Thank you for all your help,
Ms. Montenegro.

[ Beeps ]

Erickson
is a self-made man.

Never finished high school.
Took courses in welding.

Built his business
from the ground up.

Now he is the leading
supplier of shelving
on the eastern seaboard.

That's very impressive.Yeah, but the thing
about self-made men...

is that they're often
extremely insecure
and egomaniacal.

Right.That means that they can
be really self-defensive.

They want everyone to do
exactly what they say.Like, kill them when they don't?

He lacks compassion.
He tends to fire employees once
they reach a certain pay grade.

All right, Sweets,
did he kill her?

His daughter's wedding.
Lots of tension.

Yeah. Yeah, a man like Erickson
could snap under
that kind of pressure.

What are you doing
for Valentine's?

What does that have
to do with anything?

Nothing.
Just being friendly.Yeah, well, don't be.

Daisy has something
special planned for me,
and I got her--

That's nice.
And a good afternoon
to you too. Enjoy.

Bouquet of daisies.

What is it?

At first, like you,
I thought it was some sort
of winged insect, right?

Maybe a butterfly.

What is it?

But then I determined
it was flora, not fauna.

What is it?It's Oncidium.

What is it?Why do you keep
saying that?

Because you won't
tell me what it is.

It's an orchid blossom.

So she was wearing
an orchid in her hair?

Certainly a possibility.
But she also could've been
smacked on the head.

With an orchid?I'm guessing,
so don't tell Dr. Brennan,

but the father of the bride
was furious when the
flower budget was exceeded.

And these Oncidium,
they cost, baby.

And by "baby,"
I mean "Dr. Saroyan."

So you're saying
the father of the bride got mad,
tossed an orchid at her,

then stabbed her,
then shoved her
into the tanning bed?

I can see it.

Could happen.Good.
Now one other thing.

Everything I get Angela
is wrong.
What do I do?

Dr. Hodgins,
we've got a deadline.

Yeah, and your deadline
for Valentine's is the
exact same as my deadline.

Now, I am doing everything
I can to help you make your
deadline for Valentine's.

Why won't you help me?

Look at me.
I'm desperate here.

You're right.Thank you.

Thank you.[ Sighs ]

Dr. Hodgins,
look around you.

I mean, you may have
the most beautiful room
in the Jeffersonian,

aside from
the molds and fungis
and creepy-crawlies.

Are you telling me that
there isn't something here
that you've worked on...

that wouldn't
make a great gift?

Are you just
trying to get me
to stay at work?

Dr. Saroyan,
I think there's something
you're gonna want to see.

I am insulted
that you would think
I'm so self-serving.

This might help get you
outta here very quickly.Sounds good. I'm ready.

I came in looking for you
and couldn't help
but look at your monitor.

I see.
You've arranged them for me.

Mm-hmm. These are
the D.N.A. results...

of the tissue found under
the victim's fingernails.

And that's Erickson Jr.'s
D.N.A. profile off CODIS.

They match.

Now, if I was as petty
as Dr. Hodgins,

I would just crown myself
king of the lab.

Not so fast, Dr. Edison.

Bones are your thing, not D.N.A.
This is not a match.What?

The D.N.A. samples share
65% of their profile
at each locus,

indicating that they are
immediate relatives.

Yes. That's true.

Okay, that's a
"Yes, that's true, but"--

But it's not
the father of the bride.
It's not Warren Erickson.

The D.N.A. shows that
the skin under the victim's
fingernails is female.

Oh. Well, then it's
the mother of the bride.

The mother of the bride's
been deceased for seven years.

It's the bride.

I need to get dressed.
I can't believe you people
keep ruining my wedding day.

- A woman
has been murdered, Raina.
- And that's bad. I know.

But I'm still alive, and this
is supposed to be the most
wonderful day of my life!

Tell you what. You can
answer our questions here,
or we can take you downtown.

- It's up to you.
- [ Sighs ]
Okay. Okay.

- Ask!
- Right. Why'd you go over
to Wendy's house?

What? I didn't.

Your D.N.A. was found
under her fingernails.

You mean that D.N.A. stuff
is really true?

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah.

Well, I went there.

She said she was
available any time
and that all she wanted...

was for me to have
the most wonderful wedding
in the world.

And you fought?Yes.

My dad had gone there...

to tell her
to pull the orchids
and the wine.

And I wanted them.
Especially those orchids.

She still had
the sample there.

That must be how
the flower petal
got into her hair.

So I told her that I didn't
care about my dad...

and she'd better find a way
to get those frickin' orchids
on the tables or else.

Or else what?

Or else I would
call my father...

and have him hire
a new wedding planner and
she'd never get another penny.

She started screaming that
she'd already laid out thousands
and thousands of dollars,

but I told her tough crap.

Wow. That's aggressive.

Look, I don't like
being that way.
It just runs in my family.

Anyway, I grabbed the phone
to call my father...

and Wendy tried to
take it away from me.

So we kind of got into it.

I pushed her,
and she scratched me.

- But we made up.
- Because you got your orchids.

I know I'm a bitch,
but I am not a killer bitch.

So, any information
from the Mikrosil cast
of the entry wounds?

I managed to use the ribs
as well as the section
of the spine...

to recreate
the wound track.

Now, I took a photo
of the cast
and magnified the image.

Once I had the track,
we could extrapolate
the shape of the weapon.

And with Angela's help,
we could take all the elements
that we discovered...

and render a 3-D visual
of the murder weapon.

- Great. What is it?
- I have no idea.

Well, that's a letdown.

I checked it against
numerous databases and haven't
found any weapons that match.

The rough edges suggest
that it was hand-forged.

It'd help if you could tell me
what the weapon was made from.

You're gonna tell Dr. Saroyan
that it's me that's
holding this up, aren't you?

No. Not unless
absolutely necessary.

[ Chuckling ]
No, no, you don't.

This will not
be my fault.

Hodgins got the results back
on the trace found
on the entry wound.

The weapon is
made out of cast iron.

What are you saying--
she was stabbed
with a frying pan?

Hodgins couldn't find any weapon
that is made out of cast iron.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Brennan.

Oh, uh, hello, Jean-Paul.

Jean-Paul?

Yes, that does
sound wonderful.

But I can't-- I-I can't
go to Montreal tonight.
I'm sorry.

Okay. Good-bye.

I find it
a little bit insulting...

that they'd think
I'd be available
at the last minute.

Well, you are.Yes, but they
don't know that.

And it's by choice.
Like you.

It's a ridiculous holiday.
The banks don't even close.

I agree with you there.
It is a ridiculous holiday.

I'll just end up
at the shooting range.
Seems fitting.

In honor of the
St. Valentine's Day Massacre?

I never thought of it that way,
but yeah. Yeah, that's right.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]Sounds like fun.

[ Beeps ]Booth.

Okay, great.[ Beeps ]

So Raina Erickson's
alibi checks out.

She was at a bar
with her girlfriend
getting in one last fling.

Cam wants to know if you
have enough so she can leave.I'm definitely close.

I found another
password-protected file
on Wendy's computer.

The articles
of incorporation
for Wendy's business. So?

It gives her assistant Darren
50% ownership...

and-- get this--
rights of survivorship.

Wait a minute. If Wendy dies,
Darren gets the entire business
for himself?

I don't know about you,
but it says motive to me.

Yeah.

Look, Wendy was my friend,
but she was also my meal ticket.

Well, it seems like your
meal ticket left you an even
bigger meal ticket, pal.

I'm sorry? What?

Wendy left you the business
in her will.

Sh-She did?
The whole thing?

Are you aware
that she recently transferred
half the business to you?

Oh, God.

That seemed
very sincere.

Or he's just probably
feeling guilty
that he killed her.

She, um-- She told me
she had a surprise for me
on, uh, Valentine's Day,

but, wow,
this is beyond sweet.

God,
I loved that woman.

You've said that
many times.No, I loved her.

You know, loved her
loved her?

Like, uh, romantically?
Sexually?

Uh, I--
[ Chuckles ]

I was under the impression
that you were homosexual.

Oh, uh, yeah.
I get that a lot.

I know I seem like Jane,
but nope. All Tarzan.

Been like this
since I was a kid.

It's had precisely
two advantages.

One, I got laid a lot
in high school.

And the other
is, uh, my career.
I'm a wedding planner.

I mean, I guess I could've
been a choreographer, but you
have to have talent for that.

So, is that why Wendy,
uh, hired you?

Well, she hired me because
I'm very good at the job.

But, yes,
she assumed I was gay...

till one night we, uh--
we got into the champagne.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, gay, straight or
in between, you definitely
have the best motive.

Inheriting the company?
[ Chuckles ]

Very sweet,
but, uh, let's face it--

without Wendy, the company's
not worth much.[ Cell Phone Chirps ]

She's the face,
the personality.
I'm just the muscle.

Booth.Yeah?

Hodgins and Angela
sent a rendering...

of what the murder weapon
looked like.

Wait a second.
That's-- Pull that.

E-Excuse me.
That's a $7,000--

Oh, look at that,
would ya.

You almost had me goin' there
for a second, pal.

Not anymore.
You are under arrest.I--

[ Angela ]
In checking
the victim's e-mails,

I found that someone else
used her computer
to check his e-mails...

38 hours before
you found the body.

That would have been very close
to her time of death.
Who was it?

Greg Bovitz,
the victim's estranged husband.

Bovitz already admitted
to being there.

But did he admit to
breaking into her computer?

It couldn't have been
someone else?

Within 20 seconds of
checking his own e-mail?

Did he get in?Yep.

He would've found that his wife
gave away half the business
to her business partner.

Hey, Bones.Oh, there you are.

We found the victim's blood
on the murder weapon,

but Hodgins
found something else.

Oh, what else?An oily substance.

Anything
more than that?Take a look.

"Take a look."
Okay, I'm taking a look.

Really? After all this time,
you expect me to know
what this stuff says?

It's a compound containing
neatsfoot, Stockholm tar,

saligari, silicone
and eucalyptus oil.

Those are all generic terms
and not at all scientific.

Don't make me beg.
What does this mean?

It's horse hoof oil.

The victim's estranged husband
keeps horses.

He-He drives brides and grooms
around in his carriage.

He killed her.
Okay, I get it.

But this evidence is not
enough to make an arrest,
let alone convict.

But, statistically,
he's the only viable suspect.

Bones, any chance that
your acting's gotten better
in the last couple of years?

Oh, yes.

Who will I be playing?

Darren Hargrove's
notgay?

[ Scoffs ]
That's bull.
He's totally gay.

I'll tell ya what. We're
convinced that your wife
was having an affair.

Yeah, I don't think so.
Do you think
Darren killed her?

I have another theory.

What do you think
is the number one motive
in a murder?

Would it be money
or jealousy?[ Tapping On Window ]

- I want a lawyer.
- Fine.

Fine. You don't have to talk.
That's your right.

But you might wanna listen.

Thank you, Bones.
This is the murder weapon.

On the murder weapon
is the same oil
you use on your horse.

Anyone can buy horse oil.

- Horse oil and--
- Your D.N.A. where you held it
when you stabbed her.

Tell you what.
Give us your D.N.A.
Maybe you're innocent.

If you don't,
you're definitely guilty.
So what's it gonna be?

This isn't fair.

- What?
- I'm a law enforcement
professional.

I've seen it all,
but this--

this isn't fair.

[ Sighs ]

You're like Heathcliff.

Who's Heathcliff?

Heathcliff from--
from Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff was a real man...

but misunderstood,
forced to be something less.

The way you had
to give up your dreams to--

to drive a carriage.

I-- I can only imagine
what that is like.

Then the woman
you do all of that for,

she goes and gives her heart
and the business to another man.

Not even a full man!
A half man!

It's him I should've killed,
not Wendy.

I was very good.
[ Chuckles ]

Damn good!

Damn good.I lied about
the D.N.A. too.

I was very good.
[ Laughing ]

♪♪ [ R & B Ballad ]

[ Female Chorus ]
♪ That I'm feeling
yeah ♪

[ Woman ]
♪ I want to love you ♪

♪ I want to love
and treat you right ♪

♪ I want to love you ♪Thank you.

♪ Every day
and every night ♪

♪ We'll be together ♪

♪ With a roof
over our heads ♪

♪ We'll share the shelter ♪

The flowers
were enough, Paul.

Well-- [ Clears Throat ]
Come here.

♪ Is this love
is this love ♪

♪ That I'm feeling? ♪[ Saroyan Gasps ]

♪ That I'm feeling ♪

What can I say?

Happy Valentine's Day. ♪ Is this love
is this love, is this love ♪

♪ Is this love ♪

♪ That I'm feeling? ♪

Mmm.Let's go.

[ Exhales ][ Chuckles ]

[ Hodgins ]
Are your eyes really closed? [ Angela Laughing ]

[ Hodgins, Laughing ]
Close them.

Something tells me this is
not a box of chocolates.

No-- Wait. Why?
Is that what you wanted?

You don't need
to give me a gift.No, I really, really do.

It's the only way I can show you
what a gift you've been to me.

[ Chuckling ] Oh, God.
Have you been working
on that one all day?

Pretty much.
Okay. Open your eyes.

It's-- It's-- It's here.
I, uh-- I made it myself.

♪ I want to love
love and treat you ♪Take a whiff.

Okay. ♪ Love and treat you right ♪

♪ I want to love you ♪

That smells like roses.Yeah, it's
a hybrid slime mold.

I spliced in
a segment of rose D.N.A.

You made this?Yes.

It's called
Angelicus montenegris,

and it's gonna be very famous
in, you know, certain circles.

I should've gone with
the tear vase, right?

♪ Is this love
is this love, is this love ♪

I guess not.

♪ That I'm feeling? ♪

♪ That I'm feeling
yeah ♪

Clark? Baby,
are you okay in there? ♪♪ [ Continues ]

Clark?

There's no Clark here,
baby.

It is I,

Cupid, god of love.

Ha!

Oh, baby, this is gonna be
a happy, happy Valentine's Day.

Oh!

Oh, now, you have your bow.

- Mm-hmm.
- Where's your arrow?

Do you really need
to ask?

I love you.

♪ Is this love
is this love ♪

♪ That I'm feeling? ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Is this love
love, love ♪♪

♪♪ [ Fades ]

Bones, what are you
doing here?

- This is my Valentine's Day
gift to you.
- Come on, Bones, I told ya--

Just open it.What is it?

Just open it.

No! What?

Ha-ha!

I always wanted
to fire one of these.

You told me Valentine's was
all about the Valentine's Day
Massacre for you, so I thought--

Is this a good idea?

I got them from
the Roaring Twenties
exhibit.

Great idea.[ Chuckling ]

Ah!
You ready, Bones?Ready.

Ha!
Take that, you dirty rat!

Yeah!
Take that, you dirty rat!

[ Laughing ]

I made it, Ma!
Top of the world!

Happy Valentine's Day
Massacre, Booth.

Take that!

Yeah!

What's that mean?