Bones (2005–2017): Season 4, Episode 19 - The Cinderella in the Cardboard - full transcript

Hey, who's the new
guy? That's not a guy.

¡Acá!

Hey, baby!

I swear to God, I'd give my left
"cojone" to take her for a spin.

Hey! The Lord is not pleased
with lustful thoughts, man.

Hey, he put her here.

If he wants me to keep it in my
pants, tell him to send me a sign.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

It's the Blessed Virgin.
Please forgive me.

Mamá, llama al padre Fischer.

Dile que miré la bendita
Virgen. Aquí en el trabajo.



Sí, es un milagro,
mamá. ¡Es un milagro!

The Virgin Mary.

All right. Let's go,
everybody. Move back. Hello.

F.B.I. Ciao. Excuse me. Ciao.
You folks clear a path, please.

Thank you. Let's go. Folks, I'm
gonna ask you again, please stay back.

This is an active
crime scene. Oh.

Oh, my God. It's
the Virgin Mary.

Have you googled the
Grilled Cheese Jesus?

'Cause that was
just a faulty griddle.

We're here because someone
suspected a crime, Booth.

Oh, I'm just saying life is a lot more than
what you cook up in your chemistry sets.

Miracles do happen.

Religious visions are
nothing but pareidolia...

Random stimulus being
perceived as significant.



Oh, yeah? Did you ever hear of
the Shroud of Turin, Dr. Burn in Hell?

Sorry, big guy. That was
debunked 20 years ago.

Carbon dating. Doesn't lie.

Neither does phenolphthalein.

This was not a
miracle. It's dried blood.

Oh. All right. Let's get this
bale of hay down. Come on.

- You grab the left.
- Yeah, let's go!

Easy! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, go. We
haven't got all day.

There you go. All right.

Let's do it.

Careful. Okay!

Okay. I'm gonna
give you this one.

Maybe it's not a miracle.

The fractures I can see are
consistent with the baling machine.

Based on lack of hemorrhagic tissue,
she was dead before ending up in the baler.

Can we remove her
from the cardboard?

Not until she's completely processed. I
don't even know how I'm gonna tox her.

The cardboard soaked
up most of her bodily fluids.

Her blouse looks like it's
got patches of glaze on it.

Could be extruded body fat.

Ooh. Hello, maggots.

Maybe Hodgins can use these
little devils to give us time of death.

The second joints of the victim's
middle toes have been shaved.

I think she was tortured.

No. The victim had her
toe surgically shortened.

On purpose? For vanity.

Women love shoes.

Like I said on the phone,
this is definitely my patient.

- I remember I threw in
a toe tuck for free.
- A toe tuck?

What can I say?
Toes are the new nose.

The Board of Plastic Surgeons
hasn't approved this for elective surgery.

They haven't
condemned it either.

- Right. Okay. So who's our girl?
- Well, um, Meriel Mitsakos.

She wanted the surgery
'cause she was getting married.

Had her eye on a pair of Christian Louboutin
sandals, but her middle toe stuck out.

I said it was an easy fix.

You cut her toe off so she
could fit into a pair of shoes?

Self-mutilation for an
antiquated ritual. It's barbaric.

Oh, come on. Marriage is very
important to a lot of people, Bones.

That's ridiculous. No one can guarantee how
they're gonna feel about someone for life.

- We're not a monogamous species.
- Marriage has been around
since the beginning of time.

Women from Amazonian tribes express their
love by spitting in their partners' faces.

I hope we've
progressed past that.

Okay, well, you know what?
Sometimes love trumps logic.

Love is a chemical process
which causes delusion.

An intellectually rigorous
person would never get married.

Never say never. That's a
paradox. It makes no sense.

Am I still needed here?

- Because if you two are having
relationship issues, I can...
- We're not a couple.

We just work
together. That's all.

Meriel Mitsakos was murdered.

And as of now, you're the only one
we know who's taken a knife to her.

Meriel wanted everything
to be perfect for our wedding.

Including her feet?

I told her I loved her just
the way she was, but that...

That doctor made her feel
like her feet were unsightly.

Uh... But you
checked him out, right?

Yeah. He was in Europe at
the time of Meriel's murder.

Meriel was my oldest friend. I
was gonna be her maid of honor.

She asked me in 10th grade.

Why would Meriel plan a
wedding if she didn't have a groom?

You had to know her. Meriel
got everything that she wanted.

And all she ever
wanted was to be a bride.

But don't misunderstand. We
loved each other very much.

Listen, Mike. When was
the last time you saw her?

Four days ago, about 2:00.
We had a wedding cake tasting.

I don't want to come off
as sounding offensive,

but do you think
maybe she got cold feet?

We were in love.

All we wanted was each other.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Just find out who
did this to Meriel.

- Where did this come from?
- The Egyptology department.

They let you borrow it?
Well, no one was using it.

- Tell me you're kidding.
- No. I left a note.

Oh.

Uh, well, Dr. Saroyan won't let
me take the victim off the cardboard.

And Dr. Brennan's gonna kill me if I
don't get her complete X-rays, right?

- You cannot just take a...
- Fluoroscopy machine.

I've always wanted to use one,
and this is the perfect opportunity.

I just got a call from Ethan
Lawrence in Egyptology.

Something about a Post-it note where
his fluoroscopy machine used to be.

Oh, um... Well, their victims have
been dead for thousands of years.

Very little chance of
catching the perpetrators.

Figured it was a
priority thing, right?

No. Really it's more of
a "firing and arrest" thing.

Did you really think for one
minute... I found something.

Looks important. Very important. Would've
gone unnoticed without the fluoroscopy.

- I'm sorry. Did I
interrupt you, Dr. Saroyan?
- Oh, he's good.

Just show me.

Something embedded in the
anterior superior iliac spine.

- What is it?
- A straight pin.

Wait. Dead bride wearing a
strapless bra, plus a straight pin.

She must've had a bridal
gown fitting right before she died.

Ooh.

According to her maid of honor,
this is where she ordered her dress.

Size six coming through!

Ow! Ow! Ladies, watch the toes!

Man, these women are crazy! Well,
you know how I feel about weddings.

Yeah, what's happening
here is definitely not about love.

Hello. Oh, you're beautiful.

Your size is on that rack.

Oh, no. We're not looking
for a dress. No. Never, ever.

Mm-mmm. Ever.

Oh, cold feet?
You'll get over it.

You two are obviously
meant for each other.

- No.
- We're, uh, looking
for the manager.

I'm Lucia Bertolino.
Is there a problem?

I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth. This
here is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan.

- How are these treated?
- Uh, we dip them in glycerin.

They're freeze-dried.
They last forever.

I'm sure they do. Listen,
we're investigating a murder.

The victim was here getting a bridal
fitting shortly before she was killed.

- Uh, Meriel Mitsakos?
- Oh.

Hard to forget Miss Mitsakos.

She had a fight with Anya,
our best bridal consultant.

She was screaming at her
and calling her incompetent.

Right. Is Anya
here today working?

Actually, I had to let
her go. Anya slapped her.

Miss Mitsakos threatened to sue.

- I didn't have a choice.
- Did Anya show any other
signs of violence?

Was she dealing with
something else in her life?

Oh, this place was her life.

Well, I'm gonna need
her contact information.

Oh, Anya couldn't kill anyone.

Well, had she ever
slapped anyone before?

Let me get it for
you. Thank you.

Aw, come on, Bones. Huh?

You must've dreamt
about being a bride...

before your heart
turned to stone.

Just because I don't want to
take part in a meaningless ritual...

doesn't mean that I'm not a
warm and affectionate person.

There are even some
children who have taken to me.

Oh, my God! I love
it! Isn't it perfect?

- Do you think it's perfect?
- It's Daisy.

What? Turn around. Turn around.

That's Daisy Wick,
Sweets's girlfriend.

Don't look. No, she
cannot see us. Why?

Why? Because she is
buying a wedding dress.

Some guy is hugging her.

What? She's marrying someone
else without telling Sweets?

Don't you think he'd be upset
about that? Yeah, of course.

- Well, I like Sweets. We should tell him.
- No, no, no! No, no.

- It's gotta be
our little secret. Shh.
- Here's Anya's information.

Oh, thank you. Thanks.

You know, this veil would
be perfect for you, dear.

Oh. Well, it's a
symbol of virginity,

and I've been sexually
active since I was...

Okay, Bones. We
really have to get going.

Thank you so much for
your help. Come on. This way.

A woman buys a wedding
dress to get married, Booth.

You know, if you're such a
strict adherent to monogamy,

then shouldn't you warn
Sweets that he's being cuckolded?

Now listen, Bones. There are complicated
emotions that are involved here.

- This is definitely
not your thing.
- It's a matter of honesty.

Just trust me on this one.
It's none of our business.

- It's none of our business.
- What's none of your business?

- Hi! Hey!
- Hey.

- We were just discussing
our latest case.
- The dead bride?

Yeah. That would be completely
your business, though, wouldn't it?

- Mm-hmm.
- No, we were just...
- Am I missing something?

Daisy... What?

No. Crazy. Daisy. You
must really miss Daisy.

Yeah. We manage. Let
me ask you a question.

Could dealing with crazy brides all day
make someone snap and commit murder?

No, the bride snapped first. She
had a fight with the bridal consultant.

Right. If the bride's physical or emotional
needs are not met, yeah, she might act out.

Violence is rare though.
Infidelity's more common.

Using some disposable sap
as an emotional Band-Aid.

- Right.
- Fascinating.
- Yep. Let's go!

So a woman could be buying
her wedding dress with her fiancé...

and spending her free
time with a lover who is...

But, uh, physical violence is
definitely a possibility. Right?

- Yeah.
- We gotta get going. Come on, Bones.

It is, but you
interrupted Dr. Brennan.

We have somewhere we have to be. We're
late. See you later. I was going to say...

I don't...

I worked at
Bertolino's for 29 years.

No matter what a bride looked like coming in,
when I was done with her, she was beautiful.

But that one... Miss Mitsakos.
Ugly from the inside out.

Okay. Why don't you
just tell us about Meriel?

Every time she dropped a pound, she made me
adjust that bodice, which would've been fine.

But Friday she decided, instead of a
drop waist, she wanted a natural waist.

She suggested I
start from scratch.

She insinuated I didn't
know what I was doing,

that her dress
issues were my fault.

She pushed me away. Pushed me!

Then... Then you
slapped her? No.

I slapped her after she
threw the pins at me.

You got fired. You
must've been angry.

I pride myself on
being a gentlewoman.

I would rather not talk about
this any further. I understand.

Just, uh, one more thing.

You had Meriel's personal information,
her account, address, et cetera.

Can you account for your
whereabouts the day after you got fired?

I know what you're
implying, Agent Booth.

I was at home. I live alone.

But I have spent the last 29
years bringing joy to young women.

So no alibi.

I am a gentlewoman.

Hodgins found
gravel in her hair,

but death by gravel is unlikely.

Time to get her off
the cardboard? How?

She's basically been
absorbed into the substrate.

We could cut underneath, but that
runs the risk of compromising the bones.

- We have to scrape her off.
- Look at this.

Tox screen results on
the pureed maggots.

Tequila. The maggots
were hammered.

Which means Meriel was
too. Yeah. But it gets better.

The weird glaze on the vic's clothing
wasn't extruded fat. It was glycerin.

According to Dr. Brennan, Bertolino's
uses glycerin to preserve bridal bouquets.

Looks like Bridezilla might've
messed with the wrong old lady.

I used to work at Anthony's
Famous in Georgetown.

Oh, that is some
seriously good pizza.

The secret is the
crust. It's all in the crust.

Does this relate
to our victim at all?

This is basically how we get the pizzas
out of the oven. Every pie was perfect.

Everybody ready?

This is so far out of my job
description, it's not even funny.

Okay. We are in.

Oh, she's sticking.

It was always tough
getting the pie out.

The cheese would bubble over onto
the oven and stick. Pie could break apart.

I wouldn't serve
a pie like that.

Can we save your war stories
for a more appropriate time? Yeah.

Careful. Careful of the skull.

Perfect. Now that's
something I'd serve!

If she were a pizza,
which she's not.

So... So... I'll stop now.

Ready?

Carefully. Careful.

Can I remove the
flesh? Knock yourself out.

So do you think the bridal
consultant killed Meriel?

Not really, but, you know,
hey, I've been wrong before.

You're usually quite certain. No,
that would be you, Bones. Okay?

"I'm never getting married."
You've never married.

Well, I will. That's
impossible to know.

You have issues with this, so next time
we see Sweets, you should bring it up.

Sweets is having an affair
with a woman who's engaged.

He's hardly one to give advice.

You know what? You are
scared. That's what it is.

- You're scared of love.
- Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.

Hey! Mind if we join you?
It's Sweets... and Daisy.

Dr. Brennan, it's
so good to see you.

I want you to know that even
though you've fired me twice,

I have nothing but
warm feelings toward you.

- Then you wouldn't mind
if I spoke freely?
- Of course not.

- Hey! We were just leaving.
- We haven't gotten
our food yet.

- We don't need the food.
- Oh, great!

- And she sits.
- You know, every time I get
stuck on my dissertation,

I think to myself, "W.W.B.D.?"

- I have no idea what that means.
- "What would Brennan do?"

I mean, it really should
be "W.W.D.B.D.?"

"What would Dr. Brennan do?"

But that seems unnecessarily
formal since I'm only thinking it silently.

Isn't she cute?
Yeah, she's adorable.

Come on. Multiple wives are
the norm in most of the world.

Sweets and Daisy would have no
problem if the same were true here.

- Beg your pardon?
- Bones is just so into
the murder of this bride...

that the facts just
start pouring out.

You would really kick ass on
that Millionaire show. Come on.

I can only imagine what it
would be like to have your brain.

- That's true.
- Look at that!

- Text flying in. We gotta go!
- I don't see a text.

How about the four of us grab
some Mongolian barbecue tonight?

Oh, I'm busy. I
already have plans.

With whom? That's
none of our business.

I have yoga class. You
don't mind, do you, Lancelot?

- It makes me limber.
- Okay, here we go.

We really have to get going here.
Come on. Let's go. I don't mind.

- So we can take your table?
- Have the food too.

All right. Oh, they're so nice.

Yeah. If they want a healthy,
monogamous relationship,

they should be
forthright and honest.

Well, that's not the way a
relationship's supposed to be.

Most of the boxes don't
have any identifiable markings,

but the surface scratches on this
one look like they may be handwriting.

- Daisy Wick
is having an affair.
- Really?

She's getting married, and she's
cuckolding on her fiancé with Dr. Sweets.

Poor Sweets. He loves her.

Booth doesn't want to tell him.
He says it's none of our business.

Exactly. But...

Wouldn't it be kind to spare
Sweets any emotional pain...

Miss Wick's infidelity
might cause him?

If Sweets is in love with Daisy
and she's cheating on him,

somewhere inside he knows.

And if he doesn't, then it's
because he doesn't want to.

Will you hand me
that lemon juice?

- I think you are correct.
- Good.

A person's love life is...

The scratches on the cardboard should take
on a higher concentration of lemon juice...

than the surface area. You
just want to tell him, don't you?

Sweets says that he's an
expert in human psychology.

He should be able to handle
a problem this common.

Come on, sweetie. Be kind.

Of course.

Hey, look. It looks like we
can read the writing on the box.

Okay. "Champagne Lounge,

271 Beloit Avenue,
Washington, D.C."

♪♪

Okay. Tell you what.
You know what, Bones?

These bubbles are
gonna stain my suit.

These bubbles are
formed using glycerin.

Maybe that's how the glycerin got
on Meriel's clothes, not the flowers.

Yeah, right. Hey,
buddy. Over here.

What can I get you? Information.

You working here
Friday night? Yeah.

- Do you recognize this woman?
- Oh. Wish I didn't.

She sent her drink
back three times.

Dirty martini? Too dirty.

Mojito, too sweet.
Vodka on the rocks...

- Yeah, all right. Who was she with?
- I don't know. Some guy.

Well, her fiancé's
about 185 centimeters,

rectangular cranial structure,
dominant maxillary bone.

Look, all I remember is that
the dude paid for her drinks.

Probably used a credit card. So why don't
you go look for those receipts for me?

Must've served a thousand drinks Friday.
When I get a chance, I'll look for it.

You should get the chance soon, or
better yet, why don't you think about it...

when I go card these
two blondes over here?

Uh... Okay.

Thanks. Mm-hmm.

What do you do with those boxes?

Recycling Dumpster
off the back alley. Why?

All right. Uh...

All right. You know, it always
stinks in the back alleys, doesn't it?

Come on. Okay. Let's
go. Break it up. F.B.I.

Come on. Back inside.
All right. No worries.

- Thank you.
- Pea gravel.

Hodgins can determine if it's a match
for what we found in the victim's hair.

Right.

Yeah. Special
Agent Booth, 22705.

Look, I need a crime
scene unit here at 271 Beloit.

Back entrance. Thanks.

♪♪

Oh, look at that, huh? I think I may
have found the woman's cell phone.

Yeah.

Booth?

What do you got? Come here.

Oh, thanks. Whoa.

We got some blood there, huh?

Booth says that if we
can pull the call history,

he won't have to subpoena
the phone company records.

Yeah, I've heard of that
place, the Champagne Lounge.

Lot of couples use
the alley for a quickie.

Okay. Well, looks
like it's just the battery.

Maybe she was regretting her decision
to limit her sexual activity to one man.

You just can't
let it go, can you?

All right. This ought to do it.

All fixed.

- Well done.
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.
She's getting a call.

Um... Wh-What... What
do you want me to do?

Answer it.

Oh, my God. It's Hodgins.

Okay, this is embarrassing.

Yeah, it's worse than that, because your picture
just popped up on a dead woman's cell phone.

Because my phone was
within 100 yards of hers.

Hey, don't get all squinty on me,
okay, Hodgins? I want an explanation.

- It's... a dating service.
- You're using a dating service?

Yes, along with
millions of other people.

It's called Date or Hate.

When a potential match is within
100 yards, both our cell phones ring.

You can press "Date" or "Hate." If we both press
"Date," then we get each other's phone numbers.

But Meriel was engaged. Why
would she be using a dating service?

I don't know. Maybe
she forgot to cancel?

Oh, guys, sex.

- It's a no-brainer.
- What, is that your reason?

Because weren't you and
Angela sexually compatible?

It's not about the sex. I was
looking for a meaningful connection.

- I get it, Jack.
- You do?

- Yeah.
- Hey, guys. Dead body? All right? Murder.

Okay, did you know the
victim before she was a pizza?

No, but she would definitely
have many other potential dates.

You should talk to the agency.
The Date or Hate offices are local.

Oh! Doesn't she
work in the cafeteria?

- Ouch. She just pressed "Hate." You're out.
- Oh, okay.

All right. Just...

We have 8,000 registered
users in the D.C. area...

and almost 200
marital success stories.

Well, one of your registered users,
a Meriel Mitsakos, was murdered.

Do you know the victim?

No, but I'm in the process of securing
venture capital to take my company national.

If this gets out, I could
lose my investors.

Right. We're gonna have
to take a look at Meriel's...

Was it Date or Hate activity?

- Well, that's private.
- Well, she's dead, Mr. Rossi.

Or maybe your investors would
like the publicity of a court order.

In the last month, she was
matched with 20 potentials.

She hit "Hate" on 14
of them, "Date" on five.

She never responded to the last guy...
a Jack Hodgins... from earlier today.

When did she last press "Date"?

7:45 p.m. last Friday.

- That was the night
she was murdered.
- Do you have a name?

Owen Smith. He
pressed "Date" too.

I don't believe it. There's no
way Meriel was cheating on me.

- You're sure?
- We were engaged, Agent Booth.

Would you want someone to tell
you if your girlfriend was cheating?

Or do you favor denial?

No. I mean, I'd know if Daisy
were cheating on me, Dr. Brennan.

I'm trained to recognize the
subtleties of human behavior,

so moot point.

I think you found
out she was cheating.

I mean, she wasn't
really discreet.

Using her cell phone
to, uh, meet other guys.

It's understandable
that you snapped.

Are you sure about this list?

Yeah.

That's what makes
it so understandable.

- Where were you the night
that she disappeared?
- Dance class.

Genie told me how important
that first dance was to Meriel,

and I just wanted
to be perfect for her.

In our sessions, you put a high premium
on honesty, don't you, Dr. Sweets?

Of course. Do you
think he's lying?

Uh, no.

I'm talking about you and Daisy.

She's engaged to be married,

and she's sleeping with
you behind her fiancé's back.

What? No.

You're wrong, Dr. Brennan.
That can't be. You're wrong.

Obviously you can't read all the psychological
subtleties that you think you can.

Booth and I saw her trying on
her wedding dress with her fiancé.

He hugged her and
twirled her around in the air.

That's impossible, Dr. Brennan.

I would've known.
This is denial, right?

No. I mean...

Oh, God.

Booth felt that I shouldn't tell you,
that it was none of our business.

But I think that now you can
make an informed decision.

Either share Miss
Wick, or move on.

Um...

I'm sorry. Uh...

C-Could you excuse
me for a moment?

I need... I need a
minute to myself.

Sure. Booth is
finished anyway, so...

I found fractures on the piece of the cranium
inconsistent with the compression from the baler.

Stop. That's a good one.
Dr. Brennan thought we might be able...

to find the cause of the fracture
by reexamining photos of the tissue.

Isolate her head full frame.

I don't see anything, guys.

We're not looking on the
surface. We're looking beneath it.

Okay. Well, I need
to enhance the details.

I can shower the image with
various wavelengths of light.

Next I apply the
filter software.

Finally, I blacken the blacks,

maximize contrast
and sharpen the focus.

- Perimortem bruising.
- That's a tire tread.

She was run over by a car.

Seems like our victim was
flattened before she was flattened.

Hi.

So, her fiancé's
alibi checks out.

He was dancing the night away.

I told Sweets about Daisy.

Bones, why?

I felt like I was lying to
him by keeping it to myself.

Well, how about the others? Huh?
The others? He was dating other people?

No. The other suspects
in Meriel's murder.

What about Owen Smith? The
Bureau is doing a background check.

Smith, he was using
a disposable phone...

and his e-mail
accounts were canceled.

According to Kurtis, it's a
common M.O. for married men...

to get a little
somethin'-somethin' on the side.

Why'd you have to tell Sweets? He's gonna
come in here. He's gonna cry and stuff.

Excuse me.

Oh, God.

- Um, you have a minute?
- Of course.

I was talking to Agent
Booth. I'd like a minute alone.

Sure.

Well, I'll get
right to it. Uh...

Dr. Brennan told me that
Daisy is engaged to another man.

I'm sorry, Sweets. I...

It's okay. It's okay.

Dr. Brennan was being
honest. I appreciate it.

No, you don't. Come on.

I don't! I don't! I feel like an
idiot! Yeah, yeah. Have a seat.

Come on. Daisy...

She's been canceling
on me all the time lately,

like yoga the other day.

And, you know, recently,

at night when she's over,

the frequency of our...

Our intimate relations...

She says that she's been
tired because of her dissertation.

- I get it.
- It was right in front of me.

Right in front of me all along.

I'm a failure...

as a lover and a psychologist.

No, no, it's not true. Sweets,
these things, they happen.

Okay. What should I do?

I don't have many manly-man
friends like you that I can talk to.

What would a guy
guy do in this situation?

Are you asking me if
you should fight for her?

You think I should?

If you were your own patient, what
kind of advice would you give yourself?

Impressive. Turn the
question back on me.

It's a classic
therapeutic technique,

and it's really,
really annoying.

- Did it work?
- Yeah. I should confront her.

I should be
candid. You're right.

You're right. It's the only way.

- Thank you.
- Any time.

That was very
helpful. Session's over.

Um...

Hey, you think
maybe we could hug?

Like men, of course. It'd
be comforting for me... No.

Under the... No? No.
I don't hug things out.

You know, we just kind
of... Good slug in the arm.

It's more of a
manly thing to do.

Okay. Okay.

Sure. Okay?

Could you do it again? Sure.

- Ha-ha! Want more?
- No.

- Okay. See ya.
- Thank you.

Wendell's data suggests that
she was struck by an S.U.V.

The patella fractures are several centimeters
higher than a standard car bumper.

You didn't find any incise
wounds with glass or paint, did you?

No. Why? Hmm.

I'm just confirming that the
victim didn't wrap around the hood.

Which means that her center
of gravity thrust her backwards.

Something like this.

Hey, uh, whatever happened
to your online dating thing?

I didn't have the time to properly
sort through all the potential matches.

You thinking of trying it?

I think Sweets should sign up.

Did you really tell Sweets
that Daisy was cheating on him?

Everyone seems to think that I've done
something terrible. I didn't want to lie.

- In this case, it was
definitely the way to go.
- Okay, ladies.

It's ready.

Ooh.

In newer-model S.U.V.'s, the grill
protrudes almost as far as the bumper.

It's like being hit
by a battering ram.

I thought you said you
found tire treads on her head.

No, I'm not finished.

Assuming this was
done on purpose,

the driver backed up to see
where his victim had landed,

and then he gunned it.

The multidirectional
fractures on the skull...

are consistent with a tire's
downward vertical force.

The killer ran her down and then made sure
she was dead by running her over again.

That is much worse than
anything I might've done to Sweets.

I'll call Booth.

- Excuse me, Dr. Hodgins.
- Yeah?

I wanted to tell you that I'm going to
the Founding Fathers for a drink tonight...

with some friends.

Girlfriends. Girlfriends?

I've got a bunch of friends who are
girls, and we hang out like we're guys.

It's not as confusing
as it sounds.

Most of them are single. Oh.

Trying to fix me
up there, Wendell?

I'm offering you an opportunity
to meet some great people.

Who have breasts. That they do.

I think they'd like you.
You don't really know me.

I grew up on the
streets, Dr. Hodgins.

It doesn't take me long
to get a feel for someone.

First round's on me.

Booth got the name of the
victim's drinking partner...

from the bartender at
the Champagne Lounge.

Joe Fillion. He
works in this building.

Oh, there's another
S.U.V. D.C. plates F793A4.

Those plates are
registered to Joe Fillion.

So this guy ran her down, then
backed up and ran over her again?

That's a bad date.

Well, these stains
could be blood.

What was the height
of the patella fractures?

Uh, 54 centimeters.

- Undo my necklace.
- Oh.

I need to measure if the
point of impact matches.

What happened to
your measuring tape?

I don't know. It's missing.

There was a Post-it note from the
Egyptology department in its place.

Exactly one and
a half lengths high.

Consistent with the
patella point of impact.

The victim's skull
was crushed by a tire.

It was the proximate
cause of death, yes.

- The victim
had black hair, right?
- Yes.

I think we found
the murder weapon.

So were you at the Champagne
Lounge to meet women in general...

or Meriel in particular?

No. I was meeting Meriel. Look,
there's no secret. Her friend Genie knew.

I wanted to get my
engagement ring back.

You were engaged? Yeah. She
broke it off when she met that Mike guy.

- The ring was my grandmother's.
- Did she give the ring back?

No. She sold it to
pay for her wedding.

She sold your
grandmother's ring?

Are you kidding me?
That's only the half of it.

When we were talking,
her cell phone rang.

It was one of those Date
or Hate match thingies.

And Meriel presses "Date."

Oh! I mean, can
you believe that?

She's screwing over
her new fiancé too. Wow.

- That must've
made you mad, Joe.
- Oh, yeah!

Oh, c... Oh, come on. Look,
you're not gonna blame me for this.

All right, no. Look. She is
not gonna screw me again!

Whoa. Look at that.
That is the lab calling.

They tore apart your S.U.V. Anything
you want to tell me before I pick this up?

Yeah.

I want a lawyer.

Well, you know, he didn't do
it, at least not with that vehicle.

What about the
hair and the blood?

Uh, he hit a dog last week.

And when he talked about it,
he burst out into tears, you know?

He was more upset about
that than he was about Meriel.

Well, she lied to him,
and he hates her for it.

Cam thinks that I should've
deceived Sweets too.

You know, I don't understand. Our
lives are devoted to the pursuit of truth.

You can't go around telling everybody what's
on your mind even though it's the truth.

What if you and I
were going out, right?

And you were, you know,
taking forever to get ready,

and you came out in this
dress, and I told you I didn't like it.

What are you gonna do? I'd
reevaluate, change or ignore you.

Of course you would,
Bones. Good answer.

These are the guys that
Meriel met on that Date or Hate.

We're looking for Owen Smith.

Here he is. Owen Smith.

- Hmm. He looks weird.
- Why? The guy looks perfect.

I know. That's what's weird.
He doesn't look real, right?

He seems too young for plastic surgery,
but these wide, flaring cheekbones...

There's no way that they could
coexist with this nasal bridge.

He is real. Owen
Smith, her final date.

Connected at 7:45 the
night she disappeared.

I don't know.

What's so important, Lancelot?

You miss me too much?
Please sit down, Daisy.

What's wrong?

I've... I've devoted
myself to this relationship.

I've given you
everything... My heart...

- Are you breaking up with me?
- I love you.

But I can no longer... You
are breaking up with me!

- Tears will have
no impact on me, Daisy!
- Why? What have I done?

You're engaged to someone
else, for God's sakes.

I'm not gonna be your boy toy because you have
a dysfunctional relationship with your fiancé!

- What?
- All those classes
that you go to. I...

You probably don't
even take yoga, do you?

If I wasn't taking yoga, how
could I do a shirshasena?

What about the wedding dress?

Booth and Brennan saw you
trying it on at the bridal shop,

cavorting with your fiancé!

Baby, my cousin is out of town.

Bertolino's was having their
annual sale. We're the same size.

It was 50% off. One day only.

Okay. And that
man you were with?

Her fiancé, not mine.

I love my Lancelot.

Oh, my God.

I was so jealous. How
could I have doubted you?

Well, we're both
beautiful people, Lance.

I mean, we're bound to
get jealous sometimes.

I wish we could run
home together right now.

I can't wait that long.

I can't believe I didn't
see that before. See what?

What are we looking for? Okay.

Owen is a composite
of these four other dates.

Look. He has Graham
Mouw's chin, Mel Jensen's eyes,

Frank Henley's mouth and Mickey
Jasper's nose and cheekbones.

Someone created the perfect
man in order to meet our victim.

Someone who had
access to all these photos.

That's insane. Why would I create a
fake persona just to meet some girl?

Because your facial
morphology's subpar.

Your supraorbital torus
is too high and thick.

You lack a mental eminence.

- Bones, he gets the picture.
- This is crazy.

We checked with the D.M.V. We know
that you drive a sport utility vehicle.

See, the forensics team is
examining your S.U.V. right now.

It was an accident.

Hitting her once might
have been an accident,

but running over her twice
seems very deliberate.

She said she wanted a
funny, smart, successful guy.

That's me.

I just wanted a chance. Really?

And you thought she'd overlook the
fake photo that you put in there too, huh?

All these beautiful
women on my service, but...

none of them will look at me.

I'm better than half
the losers that sign up.

- She laughed you off,
and you followed her?
- No.

I was driving down the
alley on my way home.

She was having a smoke. I rolled
down my window to talk... just talk.

And she gave me the
finger and walked away.

- And you ran her down.
- Twice.

I don't know what happened.

I'm a nice guy. I'm smart.

I'm just what she asked for.

♪♪

♪ Oh, my love ♪

♪ Won't you stop your crying ♪

♪ Sunlight's bringing
rainbows to your tears ♪

Cotton swaying fields ♪

♪ Are the pillars
of your sadness ♪

♪ The daylight dries
the rusted leaves ♪

♪ You wake up It's a dream ♪

♪ And it's a bright
sunny morning ♪

♪ Each day a new beginning ♪

♪ Well, it's all
comin' back now ♪

♪ Sail across the ocean ♪

♪ The ocean deep and wide ♪

♪ The storm will bring
you to the other side ♪

♪ Freedom, my love ♪

♪ Is a double-sided coin ♪

♪ What have you done
to earn your keep ♪

♪ It's no longer a dream ♪♪

What?

Booth, it's Bones. Yeah.

Hi! Hey.

I should've called.
No. Come on in.

You kidding me?

I saw Sweets and
Daisy, and I was wrong.

She wasn't cheating on him.
That's a good thing, right?

Well, I wanted to spare him
pain, but all I did was cause it.

- You meant well.
- I made him so jealous I almost
ruined their relationship.

I should've listened to you.
Maybe next time you will.

Hey. I was just gonna go
out and grab a bite to eat.

- Some Chinese, maybe some...
- I'd rather drink.

- Do you want one?
- Yeah. We could do that.

My good bottle of scotch.

Uh... Bottoms up, Bones.

You know, intellectually, I
know that jealousy is absurd.

But I see that it's
real for people.

I even experience it myself.

So... who are you jealous of?

Angela, Hodgins,

Cam, you.

Why?

'Cause you all want to lose
yourself in another person.

You believe that love is
transcendent and eternal.

I want to believe that too.

Hey. You will.

I promise.

Someday you will.

You will someday, okay?

You will.

What's that mean?