Bones (2005–2017): Season 7, Episode 4 - Bones - full transcript

Post staff finds several mail boxes filled with goo - actually a chopped-up human corpse. Their address labels were deliberately messed up so as to strand them in a specialized post office, but a code traces them to a local Ship 'n' Print, where one employee is missing and proved to be the victim. Most of his colleagues resigned after jointly winning a fortune in the lottery. Sweets helps cut trough their endless lies. Booth gets a surprise visit from grandpa, on account of the death of Seeley's ever-absent father, which he's most unwilling to discuss. Bones leaves most of the field work to Booth's ambitious FBI cadet Genevieve Shaw, to accommodate her pregnancy, which renders Clark most uncomfortable.

Are you wondering how healthy the food you are eating is? Check it -
[Buzzer Buzzes]

If the post office can't deliver or return
a package, it ends up here.

The dead letter office.

They prefer "Mail Recovery Center."

I guess it sounds classier.

Twice a year, we open the boxes.

Put pricey stuff in the auction bin...

cheap items go in the garbage...

and the ones in between...

sometimes disappear.

- lsn't that stealing?
- It's re-purposing.

- See? I can class it up too.
- [Chuckles]

Oh, nasty! Is that old food?

That's an animal.

I found a dead cat once.

Early retirement is looking good.


That's it. I retire.

Welcome to the U.S. Postal Service, kid.

This house would be perfect for us.

What is it, $30 million? Because, you know,
I'm not a best-selling author.

- No, it's very reasonable.
- I'll be the judge of that.

Wow. Look at that.
It's nice. There's a pool.

Costa Rica?

There is a little-known tribe there
that I could study...

and it is a beautiful country
to raise a child.

- Very little crime.
- Crime? I thrive off crime. That's my job.

With your restrictions, Booth...

you make it very difficult
to find something in the D.C. area.

Hey, what about Maryland?
Maryland's a great place.

- The Bureau just confiscated this, uh-
- Hey, Shrimp.

Hey, Pops!

What are you doin' here, huh?
Why didn't you call?

- What, and waste a dime?
- [Laughs]

Come on. Have a seat, huh?

Oh, you look just beautiful.

You know, I never thought I would be
a great-grandpa again.

- Here, you wanna feel her kick?
- Yeah.

So, what happened?
They kick you out of the retirement home?

- No, they put up with me.
- Mm-hmm.

Could we go somewhere else?

I- I don't wanna talk here.

Why? Is everything okay with you?

It's not me, Seeley. It's your dad.

Oh. Right. What did he do this time?

He's gone.

He died- Monday at the V.A.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Booth.

- What happened?
- Liver failure.

- [Cell Phone Rings]
- I guess that drinkin'
finally caught up with him.

Hmm. Doesn't surprise me.


Great. All right. We-We're on our way.
Just text me the address.

Okay, let's go. We got a case.

I'm sure someone else
can handle it, Booth.

- Why?
- Seeley, I know how you felt.

Then you shouldn't be
surprised how I reacted, huh?

You got a key to my place.
Make yourself at home.

We'll have some grilled cheese later on.
Come on, Bones, let's go.

Take care of him, Temperance.


- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Another day, another crime.


- [Chattering]
- [Camera Shutter Clicking]

The wear on the lower incisors
and mandibular angle...

indicate a male in his early 20s.

This body part was dismembered
at the cervical vertebra.

This box shows a slice at the
acromial processes of both scapulae.

This is certainly a first for me.

Me too. I have never seen this part
of the post office before.

Yes. I thought they sent the dismembered
bodies to a completely different place.

All right. That's a-

- Whoa. Wow. Oh, God.
- I agree.

But it's packed very nicely. I wonder if
the killer does gift wrapping on the side.

We almost wrapped up here?

Does this look like
a routine case to you, Seeley?

Are you sure you're okay, Booth?

Would you stop? I'm fine.

Is something wrong?

- Nope.
- His dad died.

- Oh, my God.
- Really? Why would you say that?

What? I was just trying
to be supportive...

by adopting a matter-of-fact
demeanor like you.

- If you'd like to-
- I don't.

I just wanna know who
sliced and diced this guy up...

and put him in boxes.

That's all I'd like to know.

[Saroyan] The body lipids combined
with the packing materials...

and transformed the tissue
into an adipoceres gel.

I'm pretty sure my middle school
served this for dessert.

Unless we can separate them...

the packing material is gonna
contaminate any tests I run on the tissue.

And I need to separate these bones...

before there's any more
chemical damage to them.

I've got just what you need, Clark.

This little puppy is a "plycimer" laser.

Now, who wants to hear it bark?

Aren't those used for eye surgery?

Yeah. Gotta be an eye
in here somewhere, right?

Now, I've set it so that it'll zip
through the goop...

- and separate it from the cardboard.
- Hmm.

- Can't we just cut the box open?
- I already signed this out.

And it's much cooler. Trust me.


[Clears Throat]

Okay. Ready.

Here we go.

- Okay, that is cool.
- And once the bones are removed...

we can separate the packing material...

from the decomposed organs and tissue.

- Excellent, Dr. Hodgins.
- Yep.


- Okay, ready?
- Mm-hmm.

[Clark Exclaims, Chuckles]

- Okay. Uh, tray.
- Right.


Ladies and gentlemen, our first bone.

And only 205 more to go.

- Okay. My turn.
- Okay, hey, hey! I call dibs.

Hey, back! I'm the boss.

[Laser Humming]

Oh. Uh-huh.

- For you, sir.
- What's this?

I had an evidence response team run the
shipping information from the packages.

Who requested this?

- I figured you'd want them,
and I know how busy you are.
- Huh!

Uh, it turns out that neither the shipping
addresses nor the return addresses exist.

So the labels were created...

- so the body would end up
in the dead letter office.
- Exactly.

Maybe we could find out where these labels
were created. I'm gonna call-

I actually sent them over
to Ms. Montenegro...

at the Jeffersonian.

- [Laughs]
- I figured that's what you would do.

You know, Shaw,
I am not authorized to give you a raise.

You're the best agent
in the department, sir.

I just really wanted
the opportunity to work with you.

And if I can help during
this time of your loss-

Oh. So the techs
were talking at the scene?

They were concerned.

We all are.

There's a chopped-up body at the lab.

If you wanna help,
let's just focus on the case, right?

Yeah. Okay, of course.

Um, the boxes containing the remains...

were packed to the specifications...

of the American Society
for Testing and Materials...

and they're the gold standard in shipping.

So professionally packed and shipped...

but never intended to reach a destination.

That's a great way to get rid of a body.

You found an anomaly, Dr. Edison?

Yes. As I was cleaning the bones,
I noticed a sesamoid.

An ossified node? Where was it?

Huh? Oh, uh, it-it was on the, um,
second metacarpal on the left hand.

[Brennan Groans]

Have you determined the weapon that-

that, uh, dismembered the victim?

[Clears Throat]

The lack of kerf marks would suggest
that we're looking for a toothless blade...

some-something, uh, uniform with, uh...

vertical striations that, um-

Dr. Edison, is there a problem?
You're staring at my breasts.

Oh! Oh, no, no.
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan.

Uh, but, you were-
[Clears Throat]

There was a whole lot
of activity going on there...

and I was just thinking,
you know, maybe I could help you out.

Not meaning it like that,
because, I would, never-

Tender and swollen breasts are common
in the third trimester.

- Of course.
- It's very uncomfortable.

My bra size has increased
by two cup sizes.

I hadn't noticed.

Well, it's quite obvious.
You should be more observant, Dr. Edison.

Yes. I'm sorry. Oh, and I see now.

They are much larger.

[Clears Throat]
Can I just, uh...

- focus on these remains?
- Yes.

I need a weapon and Booth needs an l.D...

so run a search using
the victim's dental X-rays.

- Of course.
- I need to find some ice packs.

Maybe that'll help.

Dental X-rays. Weapon.

Ice packs.

So when you create a shipping label
on the post office Web site...

you can enter whatever shipping
and return address you want.

Which is what the killer did...

which is why we can't trace him
as a shipper.

Yeah. What the killer didn't know was
that, to help track performance...

the Postal Service gathers other
information when the label is created.

It's all here,
and it's called the Q.R. code.

- It tells you where the label was created.
- You're fast.

I have to be. I work with Agent Booth.

Oh. I'm sure he'll give you
a gold star for this then.

Body was shipped from the Ship 'N' Print
in Hyattsville, Maryland.

Body was shipped from the Ship 'N' Print
in Hyattsville, Maryland.

I can't believe I'm getting
to work with you people.

- Yeah. We're pretty awesome, huh?
- Yeah.

I have a six-month-old at home...

so I'm doing all of this on no sleep.

You know, you don't have to come along,
Bones. I could have brought Agent Shaw.

There could be evidence at the scene.

Ah. Right.

You know, I really am okay
about my father...

so, you know, you don't
have to worry about me, all right?

The Buddhists believe that anger
only brings more anger.

To be at peace, one must-

I appreciate you're concerned, Bones.
I really do.

But I am at peace with this.

You don't seem peaceful, Booth.

You really wanna help? I got a great idea.

What do you say we talk about
something else? Let's talk about you.

My breasts are very sore.

Would you mind
if I spent the evening naked?

Sure. Yeah, that's-
[Chuckles] fine with me.

No complaints here. That's great.

- See? Now isn't this a better conversation?
- [Cell Phone Rings]



Thank you, Dr. Edison.

He matched the dentals.
The victim was Oliver Lawrence.

Lawrence. Wait a second.
Lawrence. Look in the file.

Wasn't there a Lawrence
that worked at Ship 'N' Print?

Yes. Oliver Lawrence.

He worked there for five years.

He was reported missing last May.


[Object Clatters]


The striations don't match.

Hey, how much of this
artificial bone do we have?

Why? We're out of weapons.

Modern ones.

So it is time to get medieval.

Huh? Borrowed these from our friends...

over at the Antiquities Department.

- Oh, God.
- Now this one- This one is Viking.

Comes from the funeral boat
of Gunnar the Angry.

Okay, this is ridiculous, Dr. Hodgins.

Do you think our killer
used a thousand-year-old battle-ax?

Hey. A good scientist never assumes.

Would you like to do the honors?

All right.



What else do you have?

- Scimitar?
- Oh, yeah, that'll do.

Ship 'N' Print.

Thank you.

Good morning.
Welcome to the Ship 'N' Print.

How may I help you with your copying
and shipping needs?

- Well, it's the afternoon.
- Afternoon.

Okay, uh, F.B.I.
I'd like to talk to your manager.

Uh, yeah, he's-he's- He's in the back.

- That's an interesting Bhavacakra.
- What?

- The pendant on his neck.
- Really? Now?

Well, it's the Buddhist wheel of life.

The symbol represents the poison of anger.

Like I said before, Booth, anger is-

Enough with the baklava, okay?
I just wanna talk to the manager.

It's carved from the thigh bone
of a thousand-year-old holy man.

- Based on the rough edges
and the lack of discoloration-
- [Cell Phone Rings]

that bone is not more than 20 years old.


We figured out what dismembered the body.

- A guillotine.
- The killer used a guillotine?

Ho, ho. Wait a sec. Guillotine?

- I mean, where do you even find one of those?
- Room 114.

- French Revolution exhibit.
- We tried everything.

A guillotine is the only weapon that has a
smooth blade and the correct force profile.

Okay. Guillotine it is. Thanks.

Great. Okay, so, did you ever ship and,
uh, pack a guillotine?

No. That would take a lot of bubble wrap.

I wanna talk to the manager.
I don't wanna deal with this guy.

Wait. What's that?

[Loud Clacking]

Oliver was one of the best
employees I ever had.

He had a magic touch with the VeloBinder.

- You really think he's dead?
- Yes, and dismembered.

- No blood.
- Uh, well, you know what?

Lots of solvent around here,
and the killer could have cleaned up.

You think he was sliced up
on my paper cutter?

The imperfections on the blade
appear to be consistent...

with striations on the victim's bones.

- I'm feeling a little sick.
- Oh, join the club, huh?

So any of the employees
have problems with Oliver?

No, everybody loved him.

The crew I had back when
Oliver was here, they were tight.

Wait. What do you mean back when?

Did you have a recent, uh, turnover?

Everybody's new, except for Tony up front.

What happened?

That happened.

Oh, jackpot winners, huh?
You won the lottery.

Yeah. Four of us bought a ticket together.

Fifteen million each.

Yeah, and then the other three
called it rich and quit.

- Why not you?
- Where would I go?

They thought I was nuts.

But I love this place.
It gives me a purpose.

- The copy shop?
- We ship too.

What about Oliver and Tony? Why didn't
you include them in the lottery pool?

We invited Oliver,
but he didn't believe in gambling...

and Tony was at his herbalist's.

They're all lying.

Oliver Lawrence was part
of the lottery pool.

How do you know they were lying?

I examined the numbers that they played.

I found Oliver's birthday,
his childhood street address...

and his high school basketball number.

Okay, but the odds of finding
four disparate personality types...

willing to participate
in a murder this brutal are very remote.

Mmm, the likeliest scenario is one person
killed Oliver for the ticket...

the others found out and traded silence
for shares in the win.

- That works for me.
- Whoa. Wait, wait. Wait a second.

We can't confront these people.

You understand?
All they're gonna do is lawyer up.

With all the money they just made, it's-

The investigation is just
gonna stall out for years.

So we don't confront them.

We ask for their help.

Cam was able to do
a preliminary tox screen on the victim.

Nothing extraordinary...

except he drank a lot of coffee.

Ship 'N' Print is open 24 hours a day.

Anybody's gonna need a little caffeine
to get 'em through the night shift.

We still don't know
what killed the victim?

Dr. Edison found some defensive wounds...

and he's determining
if one was cause of death.

- What are you doing?
- Oh.

Shaw had some of the F.B.I. techs
bring over this copy machine.

I'm gonna see what shipping info...

is stored in the copier's memory.

Oh. You need
the whole machine to do that?

Shaw didn't want Booth to think
that she overlooked anything.

[Clears Throat]

How's he doin', by the way?

I don't know. He won't talk about it.

Yeah. Well, can't imagine losing my dad.

I should be able
to help Booth, shouldn't l?

Yeah, but... what he's going through-

it's not your fault.

But you would be able to help Hodgins.

Booth could help me.

What would you do?

Booth loves you, Brennan, not me.

It doesn't matter
what anybody else would do.

You have to figure out
what you can give him...

that nobody else can.


Oh, great.

387 packages were shipped
on the day he went missing.

Good luck.

Uh, Sheila Burnside has certainly grown...

since the lottery photo was taken.

Well, with all that money,
I'm tellin' you, she can afford to grow.

Says that she met Hugh
while, uh, working at Ship 'N' Print.

They've been married for three years.

Oh, there he is. Connor Trammel.

Manager of Ship 'N' Print.
Hmm? He doesn't talk to the others.

That's interesting.

There is Ralph Berti.

He started working at Ship 'N' Print
after a bitter divorce wiped him out.

So you think showing them
old mug shots is gonna help?

It's the same principle
as a Rorschach test.

It allows them to open up
and drop their defenses.


I'm Special Agent Booth. This here is
my associate, Dr. Lance Sweets.

I can help with
the grief counseling if necessary.

Uh, yeah. Connor told us what
happened to Oliver, and it's just awful.

So we just wanna help. Right?

- Yeah. Of course.
- Yeah.

Well, perhaps you can help us
find his killer.

Yeah. We have some customers
here from Ship 'N' Print...

who have criminal records for assault.

Maybe you can recognize someone
who had an altercation with Oliver.

For sure. Definitely.

We get a lot of creeps in there.

I remember him. Don't you?

Yeah. Uh, you know what? I do.
He was a real troublemaker.

- He, uh- He stole a box
of yellow highlighters once.
- [Laughs]

- I don't remember him.
- Are you kidding, Connor? I do.

Me too. Definitely.
He screamed at me once. Right, Hugh?

And then you reported it to Connor.

- No, you didn't.
- Yeah. I did.

Maybe you have a reason
to protect him, Connor.

You all have had it out
for me because I stayed.

You have to admit, it's pretty wacked.

- Yeah, I mean, there was a lot of money-
- It was weird.

- [Laughing] and you just stayed.
- Excuse us for a moment.

We just need to, uh,
run that suspect back through our system.

Just keep looking.

You know, Sheila knew
that fingering one of those mug shots...

would've taken the heat right off her.

Yeah, but her husband's
clearly the submissive one.

- He's the one who'll crack.
- She could've gotten him to, uh, kill Oliver.

- Did you see the way-
- [Cell Phone Rings]

I mean, he's a piece of work.

Hold on. Booth.

Every time an employee
uses the printer at Ship 'N' Print...

they have to punch in an l.D. code first.

Wait, who printed the labels?

Ralph Berti.

Ralph Berti. Thank you.

[No Audible Dialogue]

I- I didn't kill Oliver.
I liked him, kind of.

- [Sweets] Kind of?
- He was a goody two-shoes, you know?

A reformed drinker.
Did everything by the book.

Not really a fun guy.

Oh, so you figured he wouldn't enjoy
all those millions?

- No. No. Not like that.
- We know Oliver picked some
of the winning numbers, Ralph.

He should've gotten the money too, right?

Okay. Uh, the five of us
bought the ticket together.

We-We were saving his share
until he came back. We didn't kill him for it.

Amazing how these four are always
changing their story all the time.

That is the truth. I swear it.

Right. I would believe you,
but we have these.

These are logs of the employee codes
used on the printer.

Right? The labels for the boxes that
contain Oliver's body parts, all right-

they were all posted using your code.

- You're kidding.
- No, I'm not kidding.

- Does it look like I'm kidding?
- No.

Everybody used my code
because it was 1-2-3-4.

It doesn't get easier than that, right?

But if you check the printer memory...

I'll bet 90% of the time,
the code that was used was mine.

I still haven't been able
to determine cause of death.

There are microfractures...

- on the third and fourth left ribs.
- And on his left radius.

Defensive wounds consistent
with a fistfight.

So there was a struggle
before he was killed.

I did find kerf marks
on his right acromion.

Oh, very small kerf marks.

And they're on the right greater tubercle.

And on his right olecranon.

The victim struggles with his assailant...

and then is struck multiple times
on the right side...

with something
that approximates a tiny saw.

- Good work, Dr. Edison.
- But I have no answers.

You will. I wouldn't hire a fool.

I suppose that's true. Thank you. Oh!

And I'm glad to see that your breasts
seem to be feeling better.

I beg your pardon?


Before, you said I should observe.

Ice packs.

I'll just study the kerf marks.


Don't burn the garlic.

I don't want Temperance
to come home to burnt garlic.

I never burn the garlic.
I do it just the way you taught me.

I don't think so.

Come on, look. It's simmering, huh?

Sorry. I guess I miss bossing you around.

- You sure you gotta take off tomorrow?
- Yes.

I'll deliver these to the V.A.,
and then I'm back.

So what are all those papers for?

Oh, probate forms, insurance claims...

pension documents, Social Security forms.

- You gotta sign these.
- Me?

I have to sign them? Why?
I haven't seen him in 20 years.

- You're next of kin.
- Well, so are you.

- So is Jared.
- No, your father made you
sole executor and beneficiary.

Ha. Beneficiary.

Having him for a father
wasn't exactly a benefit, Pops.

- Seeley-
- Look, you were my father.

All right? He was never there for me.

You raised me, not him.

He was never there. Understand?

You don't have to defend him to me.

I wasn't.

I was just trying to remind you
that he was my son.

Good or bad, he was my son.

And I gotta tell you,
I'm a little disappointed...

that you don't seem
to see the hurt I'm feeling.

I'm sorry, Pops.

You don't think I know
what it was like for you?

You don't think I don't feel responsible?

I raised him.

Don't you feel responsible for your boy?

Now, Seeley, we're family.

We gotta get through this together.

You're right.

Okay. Anything for you, Pops.


I'll get the sauce.
I don't wanna burn the garlic.

Boiling point for the polystyrene...

is higher than the lipids
by 15 degrees Celsius.

So you can separate the liquids from
the tissue sticking to the packing peanuts.

And skim off the solids
and particulates...

as it simmers.

Excuse me.

Ooh! This looks like a piece
of sternocleidomastoid muscle.

Well, be my guest.
All those chunks are yours.

There's something in here.

- Looks like a piece of tape.
- Mmm.

[Hodgins] Some of the packing material
probably stuck to it while it was decomposing.

No. It's embedded in the muscle.
It was here when he died.

But how did it get there?

Well, Ralph's story checks out.

Ninety-six percent
of the jobs on the printer...

were done using Ralph's code.

Now, I found something else
in the printer's memory.

This was taken two days
before Oliver was murdered.

Why would someone
photocopy their buttocks?

Well, I guess they were doin'
some kinky calisthenics on the job.

Look at this.

Look at the hand next to the butt.

Didn't Clark say there was a bone growth
on the victim's left hand?

Yes. A sesamoid.

Which means that this tush
was making whoopee with the victim.

So now we just have to
figure out whose tush this is.

The lighter area indicates where the
ischia are pressing onto the copier.

The darker areas are flesh.

Can you measure the ischial tuberosities
on her pelvic girdle?


24.3 centimeters.

Those are some narrow hips.

Only about five percent
of women have hips that narrow.

There was only one woman
among the lottery winners.

Enlarge the woman, focusing on her hips.

Narrow hips.

So Sheila lures him
to the copier, kills him...

and then takes his share of the money...

so she can get a new pair of boobs.

Ah. Here they are.

Thank you so much for coming in
on such short notice.

Please have a seat.
Let me get this for you.

You're welcome.


New chairs.

I don't know what you're after,
so I'm gonna lay out the rules.

We will listen to anything
you have to say...

but my client will not be answering
any of your questions.

Okay. You know what?
You're free to go. Thanks for coming.

- Uh, that's it?
- Mm-hmm.

You brought me down here for this?

Do you have any idea
what this guy charges?

Well, I'm sure
you'll be able to pay for it.

What the hell is she doing?

Well, this seat cushion
is made from compression foam.

It's engineered to
capture orthotic modeling.

I'm using it to measure
your client's ischial tuberosities.

- My what?
- Your ass bones.

You see, they're like
fingerprints in your pants.

They're a match, Booth.

- This is her.
- Whoa. Well, look at that.

Those are Oliver's hands on your butt,
two days before he was murdered.

So it seems like we might have
something to talk about after all.

- Okay, that doesn't mean-
- [Attorney] Do not talk!

Not one word.

- [Squeaks]
- We did it a few times.

But it didn't mean anything.

Yeah, but I'm sure it would've meant
something to your husband.

And you didn't want him to find out,
so you killed him.

- I'm a slut, not a killer.
- Shut up!

He knows all about it. I told him
everything after we broke things off.

Oh, and then, two days later,
Oliver was killed.

Where was your husband
the night Oliver died?

Hugh wouldn't kill anyone.

I hate my job.

Any progress?

I've combed the weapons database
for knives, saws, cooking implements...

but I just can't find a match
for these kerf marks.

- Not your day for weapons identification, huh?
- Why, thank you.

Hadn't crossed my mind.

So I assume you found
something wonderfully relevant.

Not to rub it in, but I did, actually.

The tape had more
than just muscle tissue on it.

It also contained a piece of an artery.

- We found our cause of death.
- Yep.

- Whatever the weapon was-
- Mm-hmm.

hit the right
sternocleidomastoid muscle...

and severed the right subclavian artery.

Leaving behind that tape.

Maybe the handle on the weapon was
loose, and they tried to tape it up.

Maybe. You mind if I take a look at that?

Yep. Go nuts.

I think I found our weapon.

- [Booth] Hey.
- [Hank] Is this a bad time, kiddo?

No. It's not a bad time.

I took everything to the V.A.

Ha. I would have done that
for you, you know.

- Uh, I don't think so.
- [Chuckles]

Besides, they had some stuff for me.

You know, Pops, you-
you don't have to go so soon.

You can stay as long as you want.

Well, you see, tonight's movie night...

and I have this little lady friend...

that likes it when the lights go out.

- You understand?
- I think so, Pops. Yeah.

But before I go, l-
I want to read you this letter.

It was among your father's things.

No. Too late for that.

Now wait a minute.

It's- The letter's to me, not to you.

Just shut up and listen.

There's a lot in here about growin' up.

Blah, blah, blah.
Blah, blah- Oh, here we are.

"l didn't write a letter to Seeley...

because I knew he'd rip up
anything I send him.

And he should.

If you can find a way,
let him know I loved him.

He and Jared deserved
a better father than me...

a father-


a father as good as I had.

Thank you for raising him
to be the man I could never be."

So what do you want me
to do with that, Pop?


I'm just glad you listened.

Do what you want with what you heard.

It's up to you.

I have something else.

I don't want that.

Open it or don't open it.

They told me to give it to you.

Aw, son, listen.

I know you wish some things
could've been resolved-

"closure" they call it-

but life is just a lot of loose ends.

So smile.

Love that woman you have.

And love that new little girl
that you're gonna have.

All right, Pops.

- Thanks.
- All right.

Careful now. I'm brittle.

All right. All right.

Thanks, Pops.

The weapon that left
those marks on the bone was a tape gun.

- A tape gun?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but we're talking about a
heavy-duty, industrial-size tape gun.

Now, these are the three models
that the Ship 'N' Print chain uses.

Can you go close on the teeth
and match them to the marks?


We have our murder weapon.

The kerf marks are on the victim's
right acromion...

right greater tubercle, right olecranon.

Which makes our assailant a lefty.

Now he blocked the first blow...

and the second one dazed him.

The third blow severed
his subclavian artery.

And left the tape in
the sternocleidomastoid muscle.

So who's our lefty?


Thank you. So kind of you
to come in and visit us again.

Have a seat, please.

- Don't sit.
- Don't sit.

Right. So you are aware that your wife
was having an affair, correct?

- No comment.
- No comment. Okay.

- You don't wanna know
what was happening, huh?
- No.

Right. Okay, so your lawyer
represents your wife, Sheila, too.

So is your lawyer working
for you or for her?

- For both of them.
- That's a conflict of interest.

- Is it?
- Right.

Did he show you this photocopy?

We're leaving.

You seem real mad about that.

Oh, one last thing there. Oh!

Hey, nice catch there, lefty.

It's gotta be Hugh Burnside, right?

He had means, motive, opportunity-

It doesn't matter.
It's all circumstantial, all right?

Lawyer's just gonna
get the judge to cut him loose.

So just have him sign the paperwork
and wave bye-bye.

Let me go through my notes one more time.

- There's gotta be something.
- Shaw, it's just not the way it works.

We don't have enough evidence yet.

I really- l-I wanted you
to know that you could count on me.

Listen to me, Shaw. Get over it.

- This case is not about you.
- What?

What we do is teamwork. You thinking that
the only way I'm going to respect you...

is if you hand me this final
piece of the puzzle is not teamwork.

It's ego.

- Right?
- Okay. Yeah.

Um, I'm gonna go back and get Burnside
to sign these documents.

Any luck with the packing material?

Yeah. There's something-
a sliver or something-

jammed into the side
of this packing peanut.

Almost missed it.
It's the same color as the polystyrene.

Well, let me know once you run it
through the G.C. mass spec.

Uh, hold on a second.

We might need Clark for this one.

It's bone.

I've been over this skeleton
a dozen times...

and this piece of bone
doesn't fit anywhere.

Let me take a look.

[Clears Throat]

Did you know that cabbage leaves
are recommended to soothe sore breasts?

Apparently, the phytochemicals
in the plant are-

I spent the evening naked, so my breasts
are actually feeling much better today.

- Thank you.
- Ah.


Well, good then.

Dr. Edison, did you compare the number
and size of bony spicules in this splinter...

to a histological section
from our victim's skeleton?

No. I just assumed it was from our victim.

Which was clearly a mistake.

It came from a Buddhist necklace
made from human bone.


Do you have any idea
why all the phony return addresses...

got printed when you worked
the graveyard shift?

They did?
[Chuckles] That- That's weird.

Yeah. What's more, we visited a few people
who received those packages.

And they all cooperated-
because they didn't wanna go to jail.

Their packages contained psilocybin.

You know, magic mushrooms.
All right? You're a dealer.

You were selling drugs
and you were shipping them at night.

That doesn't mean that I killed anyone.

Right. Agent Shaw.

Final piece of the puzzle.
I'll let you do the honors.

This is a chip of bone from your pendant.

It was in the box
that contained Oliver's head.

The box also contained psilocybin spores.

Magic mushrooms.

Oliver got all "drugs are bad," okay?

So he took the package.

He said he was gonna call the police.

I got people depending on me,
so I took the package back.

We fought, yes.

I didn't want to.
I'm-I'm all about nonviolence.

- You beat him with a tape gun.
- You sliced his neck and you killed him.

I've been nonviolent for over 25 years.

I- I lost it for five minutes.

I'd say overall that's- that's really not
that bad in the scheme of things, right?


[Woman: Alt Pop]
# Something about#

# The cadence in which she spoke #

# Just let you know #

# That one way or another
you'd never be the same #

# Maybe it was the way #

# That she used your full name to ask you #

# If it might yet be the right time- ##

So, Tony is gonna be
locked up for years, huh?

Plenty of time for him to contemplate
the wheel of life...

and his, uh, baklava.

No. Bhavacakra.

Do you miss your father, Booth?

Why? He's been gone for 20 years. No.

Are you gonna open the box?

You know I really don't
wanna talk about this.

But I do.

And I might say the wrong thing, but-

[Sighs] for the time being,
we're sharing our lives...

and that means
you can't shut me out, Booth.

What's the point?

Aw, seriously?


Bones, l-

Quantum physicists have postulated...

that the way we experience time
is an illusion-

that it doesn't happen in a linear way...

that past and present, in reality-

There's no difference.

Bones, what are you trying to get at?

You do have some good memories
of your father.

You've told me that.

There was the time when the river froze...

and he woke you up
at midnight to go skating.

And the time you were sweeping up
at his barbershop...

when he put on Louis Prima...

and pretended the electric razor
was a microphone.


And the World Series.

Your one perfect day together.

Those good times with your dad
are happening right now.

They'll always be happening.

You deserve to keep those alive.





I did that. Right?



Those are the-

- [Crowd Chattering]
- [Announcer On P.A.]... to center field.

It is a base hit.

They're gonna hold everybody up.
The bases are loaded.

Ground ball.


It is two strikes on Willie Wilson.

Bases loaded.

Two outs.

[Continues, lndistinct]

Ball one.

The crowd will tell you what happens.

Well, the Philadelphia Phillies
are the world champions.

It's happening here in the stands.

Mike Schmidt is the most valuable player-

What's that mean?