Bones (2005–2017): Season 4, Episode 7 - The Skull in the Sculpture - full transcript

My dad thinks I'm selfish,

so I want to steal him
some spare parts for his birthday.

You're a good son, man.

Hey, dude, I'm not moving.

Dude, your jacket is caught
on the barbed wire.

Bounce around a little bit,
and you'll come loose.

That worked great.

- So, what kind of car does he have?
- Old one.

Toyota FJ-40.

He loves that thing.
More than me, that's for sure.

Check it out!



Can you imagine
if I gave him that golden side mirror?

I could glue it on his truck.

Got to be gentle.

It's coming.

The car is bleeding.

There's something back there.

Okay, look, just to be clear,

I asked you out for a drink to talk,

not because I'm desperate
for male company.

- You think of me as male company?
- Can I get you anything?

Vodka up, please.

And my grandson here
will have another of whatever that is.

Oh, sidecar, but no, I'm fine.

Okay, one more, one more.
I'm cabbing it.



You just got divorced
and broke up with your fianc?.

It's totally understandable
that you don't feel like sex.

I feel like sex.

Sex is what I feel like.

Now, I could jump Hodgins, but

doesn't seem fair somehow.

Do you agree?

Well, what matters
is that it doesn't seem fair to you.

I hate it when shrinks do that.

Look, I've been alone now
for quite a while, which is not like me.

Yeah, well, when we open ourselves
emotionally and get hurt,

we're reluctant to allow ourselves
to be that vulnerable again.

It's been, like, six weeks.

- That's a-a...
- Long time.

Yes, of course it is.

The longest I've gone
without since I lost my virginity.

At age 16.

- Which is the normal age.
- Sometimes older is just fine, too.

I'm not promiscuous, Sweets.

I don't sleep with just anybody.

I do require
an emotional connection.

Spiritual, actually.

It's spiritual to me.

And fun, of course.

Who doesn't like sex, right?

Didn't we order these drinks
a long time ago?

You're right.

- About what?
- I have been protecting myself.

Without the risk of pain,
there can be no

possibility of pleasure
or joy or love.

Yes, yes, and regaining
that willingness to take a risk...

- That can take time.
- No.

- No?
- I am done protecting myself.

I'm ready to move on.

You're good.

- You really are.
- Thank you.

To love?

And joy.

And sex!

Looks like someone with a crooked nose
was trying to get rid our friend here.

There's no way to know that
the killer had a crooked nose.

You mean, the mob?
It was a mob hit.

He clearly
wasn't wearing a seat belt.

We need the Jaws of Life
to pry this guy out.

No.
That could compromise the remains.

It seems that any viable examination
pre-extraction is impossible,

unless somebody has X-ray vision.

I meant to warn you that Ms.
Wick came up in the rotation.

This time you'll be glad I'm here,
Dr. Brennan, I promise.

The height of the nasal root
points to a Caucasian.

The large brow ridges
suggest a male.

- We need cause of death.
- Of the Caucasian male?

What can be seen of the temporal,
zygomatic and frontal bones

indicates that
they're in multiple fragments,

possibly from
the crushing of the car.

We have access to blood and fluids.
I'll run a tox screen.

Booth is checking
the records at the junkyard

to see who brought in the car
and when it was processed.

I'll use an endoscope
to retrieve any particulates

without disturbing the remains.

Brennan.

Hey, have you been seeing anybody?

Listen, I don't want to be rude,

but I just don't think
that's any of your business.

I haven't.

Me, either.

- But I'm going to start.
- Right, yeah. Me, too.

I mean, like, right away.

Sweets agrees that it's time.

Sweets?

We shouldn't fear
putting our hearts out there.

Sweets?

That's so beautiful.

And so inappropriate
over a decomposing body.

Booth found out who delivered the car
to the junkyard for crushing.

Invoice was made out
to B & B Enterprises.

This was the sixth car that was crushed
and sent back to this address.

So you think there might be
five more bodies?

You know what? If this is mob-related,
and we bring down the big boys...

...we will sell the movie rights
for a fortune.

- But what if it's not the mob?
- Come on. Do the math, Bones.

The math wouldn't indicate
motive or identify a suspect.

- And you haven't provided enough...
- It's a figure of speech, all right?

Here we are.

What goes first?

Gun goes first.

- That's right.
- But if you get shot?

Don't say things like that.
You're gonna jinx me, OK?

If you're relying on superstition
for safety, I should carry the gun.

No, you are definitely
not carrying a gun.

Give me some space, all right?

Is that legal?

Look, if anybody asks,
the door was open.

No, it isn't.

Right.

What the hell
are you supposed to be?

- What?
- Look at this.

- What is it?
- Blood.

Bones - Season 04 Episode 08
"The Skull in the Sculpture"

Synchro: ShalimarFox, IceFreak

Subtitle: A?S Team
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The artist did a series
of six sculptures

over the past two years.

Sculptures?

These things are going for
hundreds of thousands of dollars.

All cultures
put a great value on art.

Yeah, art. A nice bowl of fruit,
dogs playing poker.

If I sold all the crap
that was in my garage, I could retire.

I'd make a fortune.

Geoffrey's work
is a brilliant examination

of consumerism
and the destruction of the soul.

I see twisted metal.

Well, you need to look
beneath the surface.

We did, and we found a dead body,

which is exactly why
you're not going anywhere.

- Agent Booth?
- Yeah.

The luminol is showing
evidence of blood all over the floor.

- Of course it is.
- Excuse me?

- Kiko was here.
- Kiko?

Kiko, the performance artist.

Pig's blood is an integral
and crucial part of her work.

Is that even legal?

We'll decide what's pig
and what isn't. Pull some samples.

- I've already called my lawyer.
- Great.

Tell him to meet you
at the FBI offices.

I didn't call him for me.

You see how much
these works are worth.

You are liable for any damages.

Damage?

- They're crushed cars.
- They're wrecks.

Fortunately, your ignorance

and lack of appreciation of Geoffrey's
work don't affect its value.

Okay, all right, guys.
Careful handling the junk.

Apparently, it is art.

All right?

Perhaps I could help?

I'm Roxie Lyon,
Geoffrey Thorne's assistant.

Does the artist make a habit of encasing
corpses within his sculptures?

Excuse me?

We found one of these crushed cars
and traced it back here to this address.

We've done the best we can without
ripping one of these things apart.

- No accordion-dead bodies?
- The cadaver dogs

can identify human blood.
They didn't find any.

Oh, my God.

- Helen?
- Yes?

Do you think Geoffrey
might have done it?

No. That was all just
depressed artist talk, Roxie.

You should know that.
You're a depressed artist yourself.

Hello?
Do you want to explain this to me?

Recently
Geoffrey's been talking about

finding a way to make himself
part of the art.

- Do you mean literally?
- The ultimate artistic act.

Geoffrey was depressed,

and he said he felt like
he'd reached his limit as an artist.

We'd like to show you a picture of
the remains, only if you're up for it.

I suggest
you don't look at the person,

but rather this distinct ring.

That's Geoffrey.

I know that ring.
I designed it myself.

- It's Geoffrey.
- Bravo, Geoffrey.

You are an extremely
unlikable woman.

Mr. Thorne have any enemies?

Why?
It's obvious he did this himself.

To you, perhaps,
but we actually require evidence.

Anton DeLuca.

He's an artist
and a rival of Geoffrey's.

They had a pretty big argument
the other night.

About what?

What all artists argue about...
money.

You know what this is?

Jaws of Life.

23,000 pounds

per square inch of raw prying power.

You really want to be
the one to use that, don't you?

It's not displaced
sexual frustration.

- Of course not.
- I am totally cool

if Angela wants to date already,
or, I mean, again.

Right. You do know the point
is to remove the human remains

from inside the car with minimal
disruption of the evidence?

Though, these tox results
are suggesting suicide.

- You got these from the tissue samples?
- Mostly skin, some brain matter.

Clonazepam, lamotrigine,

quetiapine, venlafaxine,
hydrocodone, oxycodone and codeine.

Anti-anxiety drugs,

mood stabilizers, anti-psychotics,

antidepressants and painkillers.

He was under psychiatric care.
Even spent

a week in the psych ward last March.

Our victim could have been dead
from an overdose before he was crushed.

Can't tell for sure.
Long-time abusers build up a tolerance,

so, this could have been a typical
Wednesday night for the guy.

Best way to find out
is to crack her open, baby.

I didn't mean "baby."

Carefully, Dr. Hodgins.

Like removing a baby bird
from an egg.

Stand back, ladies.

This is about to get medieval.

Sorry, cheri.

Apparently,

this is an historic piece of art.

It's a hard car shell
with a gooey corpse filling.

I've already collected textile,
tissue and bone samples.

That was before I got here.
Here on in,

this is an historic piece of art.

These fine people

persuaded a judge of that
and got a temporary injunction.

Oh, this sucks.

Roxie?

Angie?

Roxie!

My God... Hi!

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

Those two
are old friends from college.

If that's the same Roxie.

Luckily, I took initiative and got
those samples before the injunction.

- Injunction?
- This heap is considered art.

Well, it's... gorgeous.

Where does this leave
our investigation?

You can still examine it.
You just can't disrupt it in any way.

Don't worry.
This is only temporary.

We'll see how artistic people
are feeling when it starts stinking.

Just don't scratch it.

Don't scratch the crushed automobile,
which encases a rotting, dead body?

Good! We understand each other.

Geoffrey Thorne dead?

This is a...
great day for the art world.

Yeah, well, last time you were
seen together, you were arguing.

We never saw each other
without arguing, so...

- You disliked Geoffrey Thorne?
- Well, let's just say

between his work and his guts...

I don't know which I hated more.

Yeah, well, artistically speaking,
crushing him up in his own work,

that would be very, symbolic.

Is that what happened?

Oh, that, that's hilarious.

He crushed himself inside one
of his stupid car sculptures?

An exhibitionist right
to the bitter end.

How Po-Mo.

Po-Mo?

Post Modern.

Let me tell you,
Geoffrey's hermetic aestheticism

was choked with tawdry pastiche

He had plastic intentions
and weak enterprise.

All right, someone
I understand less than you.

This is asymmetrical
and yet still pleasing to the eye.

Okay, I take that back.
Why don't you just say it's...

- Pretty?
- I don't do pretty.

Okay. Simmer down there, Picasso.
You get a compliment, you be polite.

I don't do polite either.

Maybe that's why you're broke.

Who gave you my name?

Was it that Kabuki Ghoul,
Helen Bridenbecker?

Shouldn't you be trying harder
to look innocent?

Yeah. How long have you
and Thorne hated each other?

You can write down,
before the big bang.

Oh, no.
There was no "before"

before the big bang,
because time didn't exist.

If there are no
organizing properties...

Bones, I'm just going
to write down, it's been a while.

All right?
So, why were you arguing at the gallery?

We heard it was about money.

I might have said he was a sell-out.
Usually do.

But I didn't think to kill him.

Now it's too late, right?

Well, if you didn't kill him,
then, who did?

I'd look at his girlfriend
if I were you.

- No one has mentioned a girlfriend.
- Roxie.

His "assistant."

He said he was gonna
leave all his money to her.

I mean, this is kind of basic stuff
you guys should know, right?

Did you have like buckets
of coffee this morning?

You're very shaky.

Could you take a step back, please?

A little more.

Just a little more.

Like tip-toeing mice.

Oh, rats.

Do you want me to try?
Let me try. I'm very dexterous.

You won't be sorry.

I was going to say that
I had an accident over here,

but I don't like lying.

You dumped a bucket full of domestic
beetles onto this work of art.

They'll strip the flesh off
our victim in no time.

Within 30 hours.

- Am I fired?
- Au contraire.

Remind me of this moment
around Christmas bonus time.

I'm in!

Good work, Ms. Wick.

We could've been here
hours ago if Dr. Saroyan

would have given me
the endoscope sooner.

Thanks for mentioning that.

There's too much flesh to really
get an idea of the bone damage.

30 hours.

I was Geoffrey Thorne's assistant
for almost four years.

OK, I suggest you start
with the mundane,

and then work:
yourself up to the sexual stuff.

So did you have a sexual
relationship with your boss?

- That's the opposite of my suggestion.
- No.

No.

So what was the nature
of your relationship?

I assisted Geoffrey.

I handled the details
if his day-to-day life.

- Are you sure it's Geoffrey?
- Prevaricate, keep her guessing.

Yes, we're positive.

Why am I here?

As his personal assistant
did you get him his drugs?

If you mean
his prescriptions, then...

Yes, I picked them up for him
and I reminded him to take them.

Ask her if Thorne
was clinically depressed.

He was depressed, right?

Yes.

He was... suicidal.

Seeing a shrink.

That's why you're here.

Because you think Geoffrey
took an overdose?

If he killed himself, I mean,
wouldn't he have left a suicide note?

Yeah, I would think
that he would have...

left me a message.

Look, if you weren't sleeping
with Thorne, then why

did he name you the sole
beneficiary of his estate?

Geoffrey's will?

Yeah, it's...

about one million dollars.
Look at that.

I had no idea
that he was going to do that.

Perhaps jealousy
is her motive for killing Thorne.

Why else would she deny
sleeping with him?

I don't think so.

I swear.

No, there was another reason why
you weren't sleeping with Thorne.

Isn't that right, Roxie?

Angela told you, didn't she?

Told us what?
Why don't you tell me.

I'm gay. I'm a lesbian.

I've never been with a man
in my life and I never will.

So, according to his will,

Roxie stands to inherit
Thorne's entire estate.

She said they were close.

People usually leave money like that
to a wife or a lover.

I don't think so.

Because?

Because Roxie's an old friend
and she'd have told me.

- She says she's a lesbian.
- Delicacy, Bones.

What? It's not an affliction, Booth.

Yes, Roxie is gay.

At least she was
when we were together.

In school?

Yes.

Oh, you heard rumors.

No, I have firsthand knowledge.

You walked in on her,
that's awkward.

No, we were together,
for over a year.

You and, Roxie?

- You have a problem with that?
- No. I was just

processing the information there,
that's all, and in doing so, I was

envisioning you and her, you know,
together, and, well, not to...

well, together, but... Really?

Women tend not to be as rigid
in their sexual identities as men.

- Weren't we talking about murder, here?
- Did she ever show any interest in men?

No.
And she would never kill anybody.

You haven't been close
in a long time.

- She hasn't changed.
- Except that now she's rich.

Before Thorne was killed,
she wasn't rich.

Roxie never cared about money.

I thought that you didn't speculate.

That doesn't preclude pursuing
a logical line of inquiry.

We still don't even know
that it was murder.

Thorne wrote about the need
to become one with his work.

He was ill.

The logical signs
point to suicide, don't they?

You're right. Ange, we're sorry.
We didn't mean to upset you.

I have work to do. Okay?

Here's the C2 axis.

A little further, the C1 atlas.

We're almost to the cranium.

Nice.

Now maybe you'll be able
to rescue the princess.

That's funny.

Everyone here is so nice.

You know, I think I may have initially
come off as a bit too needy.

My family was pretty
dysfunctional, so...

I tend to want a work environment
to fulfill certain needs.

Perhaps some therapy might help.

What a thoughtful suggestion.

I always wanted a sister.

Dr. Brennan,
Ms. Wick and I were just

observing the handiwork
of your beetles.

They did a beautiful job
of cleaning the bones,

but half of the remains
are still obscured by the metal.

The victim's right iliac crest
shows a simple fracture.

I also found microfractures,
extending from his right ribs,

five through ten,
down his right greater trochanter.

- Very good.
- Really? And they were really small.

Microfractures
are by definition small.

What does this damage indicate?

A test. Okay...

The damage is inconclusive.

The fractures could easily
be explained by the crushing of the car,

but some could be the result
of an attack or a fall.

I agree.

She agrees.

The victim's clothing shows
traces of calcium oxide,

ferric oxide and magnesium oxide.

It wasn't found on the car seats
or the carpet,

just pressed into
the fabric of his shirt, front and back.

From what?

It could be from stone
if he was sculpting.

It could be he was lying on
gravel or about a hundred other things.

We can't say without getting further
access to the interior of the car.

Which access you were expressly
denied by a federal judge,

a federal judge who turned
red and then blue

and then some other color
I have never seen before

when he heard that flesh-eating
beetles had somehow

infested said work of art.

Domestic beetles were not specifically
forbidden on the injunction.

I don't suppose "spirit of the law"
means anything to you?

That little kabuki lady
started screaming

like you peed on the mona lisa,

that you compromised
the integrity of the piece.

That little stunt turned good
opinion from the judge against us.

How long have we got?

Two days to find
evidence of foul play.

And after that?

The question goes to the court
and we grow old and die

before a decision is made.

And if there is a murder,
that murderer walks around free.

Ideas?

I will think about
it until my head explodes.

This one's a keeper.

Geoffrey let me use
part of his studio.

Roxie, these are wonderful.

Thanks, angie.

What does helen say?

We're talking about an exhibition.

That's great.

When was your last show?

Eight years ago,
when we were together.

I don't know, is it too sappy
to say that you were my muse,

or perhaps my entire source
of self-confidence as an artist?

Your people think I killed geoffrey.

I can't talk to you about
an ongoing murder investigation.

If you can't prove it was a suicide,

i'm going to spend the rest of my life
being geoffrey thorne's murderer.

That could jack up the
price of your work, right?

Sorry.

Roxie...

yeah, that's actually the
first piece that caught helen's eye.

She wanted to buy
it from me for herself.

Why didn't you sell this?

Some things aren't for sale.

I remember sitting for this.

Happiest time of my life.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

I have to go.

Why?

I know how to prove that
geoffrey thorne committed suicide.

This type of device can be used
to scan boxcars,

shipping containers, anything metal
where items can be hidden.

Amazing it is,
this machine you have.

Star wars?

Youth doesn't excuse everything,
ms. Wick.

So, you're feeding the
scans into the angelator?

Every crease and fold, yeah.

We have less than 40 hours,
you know.

We're well aware of the time,
we don't need a countdown.

Then, I'll recalibrate and get a digital
rendering of the bones inside,

which I can enhance.

You've found out how to show
what bone damage

came from the actual
crushing of the car.

Factoring in the pounds per square inch
of force exerted by the car crusher.

I hope you've included
the car's frame

and the tensile strength of
the victim's skeletal structure.

I'll make a note.

Well, I programmed my phone
to get the five-day forecast.

Okay, take a look at this.

Here we have our car, right?

It had a low-carbon steel frame

with a yield strength of 22,450 psi.

So, since I know the hydraulic crusher
imparts 163 tons of force,

first horizontally,
then in a 32-degree curling motion,

I was able to verify the source

of every single ripple on the surface
of the crushed car,

which then gave me the data
to play the crushing backwards.

How did you do that?

Daisy provided me with the approximate
tensile strength

of each of geoffrey's bones,

plugged in the bone fragments'
final positions, and based on those,

correlated each injury as the body was
moved through the car as it was crushed.

God, I really hope that guy
didn't know what was happening to him.

His bones sustained 88 fractures,

all of which can be explained
by the crushing in the car.

Suicide.

Most likely, yeah.

What's that?

Um... This run included
the last of the data.

Oh, no.

What?

There's an 89th fracture.

The fracture there
on his occipital...

It was not caused
by the car being crushed.

What caused it?

I need to examine the skull.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

I wanted to prove it wasn't murder.

But it is.

The 89th fracture proves
that Goeffrey Thorne was murdered.

Okay, I got the injunction removed.

You are free to crack open
the car and remove the remains.

Thanks, caroline, you are da bomb.

- Why is she a bomb?
- No, da bomb.

Wait, what changed?

It was a million dollar piece
of art yesterday,

- and today, it's a piece of junk.
- Cherie, you proved murder.

That changed it from a
work of art into a crime scene.

This is crazy, I don't understand.

And I'm not used to
not understanding things.

Legally speaking, all that
matters is that it's a crime scene.

- Isn't that right, caroline?
- That's right.

Get in there and solve the murder,
just like always.

- That I understand.
- thanks.

Stand back.

I am going in.

Careful.

Okay.

Now, what we want to do here
is remove the skull

very carefully.

Carefully.

I can't believe you did that.

Bummer.

Usually,
when you say "we", you mean me.

I'm so sorry.

I'll put it together.
I will stay up all night.

I'll do it.

Well, I will assist
you every step of the way.

- I will not leave your side.
- I would prefer to do it alone.

Am I under arrest?

You're one of the good guys.

Look up anton deluca
on the fbi database.

That's geoffrey
thorne's big rival, huh?

- He's a forger?
- You got to be kidding me.

Under the alias of lucas danton?

I mean, this guy
really loves himself.

Yeah, two years in prison.

Forging francis bacon, lucien freud.

Must be pretty good.

All right, so I got a dead
artist and a forger who hates him.

That's got to cheer you up.

I mean, your friend is
no longer our prime suspect.

Thanks, booth.

Any time.

- So, does it freak you out?
- What?

You know,
that roxie and I were a couple.

No.

I mean, come on,
you had feelings for somebody.

I'm surprised.

Why, because you think
i'm some kind of lunkhead cop?

- No, I just...
- All right.

Uh... Look,
my aunt ruth had a roommate, okay?

She was my favorite aunt.

She and franny, they'd take
me to the ballpark, to the movies.

And I heard talk when I was a kid.

Beat up my friend,
pete, because of it.

Then, I found out it was true.

And...?

I already said she
was my favorite aunt.

And franny... Well, you know, she
had box seats for the phillies games.

I mean, come on, it doesn't
get any better than that, right?

Right.

So, you and roxie... Hey.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, you brought me along.
What can I do to help you?

I want you to be an artist, okay, and,
uh, keep me from looking like an idiot.

I'm not positive I can do both.

So, we subpoenaed your bank records, and
you're not exactly a starving artist.

- Where did you get the money?
- Hey, booth.

The brush strokes on this painting

match the brush strokes
on thorne's car sculptures.

So you were forging thorne's work.
That's why you two were arguing.

I didn't say these brush strokes
are like the ones on the car sculptures.

I'm saying that they
are the same brush strokes.

You have a good eye.

Brush strokes are like fingerprints.
You can't fake them.

Deluca here is the guy who painted
geoffrey thorne's car sculptures.

- You're positive?
- I'm positive.

I can roll with this. You want
recognition for your brilliant work.

Thorne says no, you kill him.

So good.
Cuff him.

- What, so roxie can walk?
- Hey, watch it.

A) that work is
anything but brilliant.

Painting thorne's cars was like a day
job to subsidize my real art, and b...

Why would I kill my main
source of income, you lummox?

Yeah, a lummox who's got enough
to hold you for 24 hours, pal.

When this case falls apart
and I get out tomorrow,

you want to grab some dinner
or something?

You're kidding.

Well, I hear the
gate swings both ways.

Maybe we can get a threesome action.
You, me, hot roxie?

Okay, all right.

If you're gonna hit on angela,
you should do it with a little respect.

Okay, let's go.

Is that geoffrey thorne?

Yes.

Nearly done.

I honestly didn't
think it would be murder.

Which makes your conclusions
all the more credible.

Only you would find that comforting.

Booth is questioning deluca again.

He seems to have a motive.

So, there's still a chance
that your friend is not a murderer.

We'll know more when
we identify the murder weapon.

It wasn't roxie.

- Do you still have feelings for her?
- No.

Booth tells me that sometimes people say
the exact opposite of what they mean.

I do still have feelings for her.

Are you saying the opposite
of what you mean now or before?

We had a very intense relationship
in college,

and she fell in love with me--

Way in love with me.

When I broke it off,
she was really hurt.

That happens with you.

Look at hodgins.

This was worse than hodgins.

This was, "i'm gonna run away to
europe and stop being an artist" hurt.

I don't really think that I have the
right to open up that can of worms again

just because some feelings
are rising to the surface.

It's too bad there isn't
a way to experiment with sexuality.

That's how I got into this
whole mess in the first place.

- Well, I meant...
- I know what you meant.

I'm just...

On the bright side,

if she did kill geoffrey thorne, you
won't have to think about any of that.

Thanks, brennan.

How long is it gonna take
you to identify the weapon?

I can do it right now.

I've seen this injury many times.

I'm almost certain that the
death blow came from a common fire ax.

There's also limestone
and silicon oxide on his clothes.

Mix them all together, and poof,

we've got a match with the concrete
floor at the gallery.

It turns out that not all the blood

on the floor of the gallery came from
that performance with the pig.

This is human.

Is any of it thorne's?

Someone worked very
hard to clean it up.

It's making things difficult.

First you destroyed geoffrey's
finest work,

and now you are
destroying my business.

You know what else got destroyed?
Geoffrey thorne.

My grief and my business are
two separate things, agent booth.

- sir, look at this.
- Is that my fire ax?

Yes.

Cam said there was human
blood mixed in with the pig's.

I think we found it.

There are definite
blood stains here,

but they're underneath a layer of
what we think is turpentine.

- Could I borrow your lighter?
- Why do you want my lighter?

What do we know about that?

Not much. I doubt we'll
be able to identify the bleeder.

Hey, Bones, you know, you almost
lit my butt on fire?

Notice the flame flapped from the center
of the room toward the loading dock

Wait, so you're saying that thorne
was killed here and then dragged there.

Can we get the uv
lights over here, please?

Not dragged, booth.

Rolled.

I got to tell you,
that was a great trick there, bones.

Yeah, remove the turpentine, reveal
the blood soaked into the concrete.

The blood stains show up
approximately every 35 centimeters.

That would explain why hodgins
found the cement

particles on the front
and the back of the clothing.

Yeah, but why rolled
instead of dragged?

Thorne was a big guy.

Okay, whoever killed him could
not pick him up and carry him

to the loading dock
and put him in the car.

They had to roll him.

You understand? Roll.

- Excuse me, tiny little woman.
- Yes.

Can you account for your whereabouts the
night that geoffrey thorne was killed?

Yes, I was at home.
I was reading.

That was a lie.

I was watching the real
housewives of orange county.

I find it a brilliant
postmodern performance piece.

So, no alibi.

Geoffrey's work was selling.
I was making money.

Why would I kill the golden goose?

I wasn't going to inherit anything.

Not like roxie.

It all seems to come back to roxie.

Angela is not going to like that.

It's exactly the same situation
as the last time we were sitting here.

Except, you know, you're quieter.

No, that was about hodgins.

This is about roxie.

You want to have sex with roxie.

What was that about quieter?

I'm sorry, I'm not certain that you're
being guided by your brain, that's all.

Need can be confused with love.

Fantasy can convince us
that what we are feeling is love.

- You're saying this is all rebound?
- Yeah.

No.

You don't understand love, sweets.

I'm not as innocent
as you might think.

You have this bourgeois notion...

bourgeois?

... that in order for love
to be real it has to be permanent.

Nothing is permanent.
That's just a fact.

We move in and out of loving
other people, but that

doesn't make the love any less real.

Perhaps you're saying this because
you've never met the love of your life.

I have, actually.

Many times.

Fine.

It seems to me that you always
leave yourself an escape hatch

in your relationships.

Because you're afraid of commitment.

Nice try.

But no.

Actually,
I commit to every person I love.

You marry a man and then conveniently
forget that you married him

because you got zonked on kava kava.

That compromises your relationship
with hodgins so that ends,

along with the marriage.

Now you say you have
these intense feelings

for an ex-lover whose heart
you've already broken.

Don't you see the
potential disaster here?

Look, you said that,
without the possibility of pain,

there can be no joy, no real love.

I said that?

That's beautiful.

Look...

I don't want to hurt roxie again.

Then don't. Don't.
Put her welfare first.

Let roxie decide if she's
ready to pursue this relationship.

Okay.

And what if she doesn't?

Then I'm afraid you'll
have to live with that pain.

I used a mass spectrometer during
my summer internship at johns hopkins.

I even taught my
friend how to use it.

Excellent. Next you should learn
the concept of personal space.

What'd you get off the ax?

It was wiped clean with turpentine,
no signs of blood.

And he also checked the handle.

- Sodium chloride and odorants.
- Sweat.

- Most likely human.
- What was the eccrine ph?

Seven.

It was a woman.

What you should have him do next
is match the dna

from the sweat
to angela's lesbian lover--

- see if there's a match.
- Do you ever listen to yourself?

Yeah, but it's a good idea, hodgins.

You might want to prepare Angela.

Doctor saroyan?

Thank you so much for seeing me.

I didn't agree to see you.

How come none of you people
ever book an appointment?

Frankly, it's annoying.

Annoying.
That's exactly why I'm here.

I...

I've done an unofficial,
confidential survey of my people and...

and they find me annoying?
No, it's worse.

They hate me.

You know why, don't you?

It's because Dr. Brennan
undervalues psychology

and all of you have
picked up her vibe.

- I know that sounds paranoid.
- and the word vibe is a little dated.

But it's true.

I'm not here about
you being annoying.

- It's daisy wick.
- Daisy?

Yes, she's very smart, very able,

and she has a knack for turning
reasonable people

into flaming gas balls of fury.

- You want me to talk to her?
- No, no.

I need your advice on how to tell daisy
we can't have her at the lab anymore.

I'm very comfortable
with incompetence,

but when it's just a matter
of personality...

- I'll do it.
- What? Really?

Yeah, I'll talk to her.

Well, as the boss,
it's kind of my job to fire people.

And as a boss, you know that
sometimes it's better to delegate.

I'll do it.

Let's just hope she doesn't
turn me into a flaming gas ball of fury.

Well, I'm no psychologist,

but I think you should be
flattered that we all drop in on you

and ask your advice.

Thank you.

Okay, I'm ready for
you to blow up my mind.

Okay, now first off, I almost missed
this so, don't praise me too much.

The point is, you didn't Miss it.

Yeah, but only because angela
asked for a personal favor.

And I am powerless to resist.

Okay, now,
this is the victim's clothing.

And this is the ax handle
of the "presumed" murder weapon.

As you know, there were
traces of sweat on both of them.

- But not the victim's sweat.
- Female sweat.

Presumably the murderer sweat
on the ax handle

then perspired while rolling
the victim's body to the car.

Yes, now, upon further analysis,

I discovered other
traces in the sweat.

Imatinib mesylate,
hydroxyurea, busulfan.

Do you have any idea where
these chemicals might have come from?

Medicines.
Treatments for cancer.

I looked them up.

This is treatment for
chronic myelogenous leukemia.

Then roxie is not our murderer.

You can't necessarily tell if someone
has leukemia from looking at them.

No, but this drug here, busulfan,

it causes highly visible
skin discoloration.

Oh, then that is
very good for angela.

Not that we are swayed
by those considerations.

What's that look?

She knows who did it.

I had no reason to kill geoffrey.

You own several of his art pieces.

We all know that art increases
in value when an artist dies.

Anyone could see that geoffrey
thorne wasn't long for this world.

I'm a very patient woman.

Except you're dying, ms.
Bridenbecker.

Nonsense.

- Would you please remove your makeup?
- I will not.

I want a lawyer.

Really? Because,
you know, the phone records--

they indicate that you contacted
a cancer clinic in mexico city.

And we do know that that
clinic costs a small fortune.

If it's any consolation,
it wouldn't have worked.

Their "treatment"--
It's not legitimate.

You don't know that.

I'm afraid I do.

Places like that are set up
to prey on the hopes of people like you.

Geoffrey was going to die anyway.

Anyone could see that.

I did him a favor.

I gave him his start.

Geoffrey would much rather
have been remembered

as a fully committed artist
than as a common murder victim.

Really?

Maybe he preferred to live.

Well, so would i.

I guess none of us get what we want.

Hey, roxie.

Now what do I do?

Well, you have money,
and you have a studio.

I think what you should
do is your own art, full time.

That's not what I mean.

Did you ever,
even for a second, think that it was me?

No.

Not for a second.

Why?

Because we...

we really knew each other
once and I don't think that...

you've changed much since then.

Have you changed?

Uh, I don't, I don't know, roxie.

Maybe I have.
But I'm not, I'm--

I haven't changed...

how do you think
he's going to do it?

He'll convince her that it's
best for her to move to another job.

What's going on?

Sweets is firing daisy for us.

We're wondering what
his method will be.

He'll explain to her logically

that this environment is
not conducive for either her

or us and, as a scientist,
she'll realize that he's right.

No, sweets is a lot
sneakier than that.

He'll use some kind of psychological
jedi mind trick

to make her think it was
her idea to quit.

I've got some good
news and some bad news.

- Which would you like first?
- The bad news.

You're toast here.

- Nobody wants to work with you.
- Why?

You know why, daisy.

There are some things
that you have to work on

when it comes
to interpersonal relations.

- Does anybody like me?
- No, I'm afraid not.

What's the good news?

There's no reason for us to be
discreet about our relationship anymore.

Really?

Yeah, why'd you ask me that?

Because I thought
we were being discreet

because you're a little bit
ashamed of me.

I'm totally shocked.

Yeah.

They should not be doing
that on the forensic platform.

That's a method of
termination I've never tried.

But bravo, Dr. Sweets.

They'll never work.
They're like complete opposites.

I agree.

For all her faults, she's a woman
of science, sweets bases

bases his life on the vagaries of
psychology and emotion.

- You know, there's no common ground.
- Right.

You need common ground.

- What else is there?
- Absolutely.

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