Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 17 - The Feet on the Beach - full transcript

It's so dark.

All new border agents start
out on night duty. Get used to it.

Everything out past that rock is
Canada. That's all you gotta know.

Unless you forget your long
johns, it's a piece of cake.

What about smugglers or
terrorists? This ain't Mexico, bucko.

At most you'll get a Mohawk slicking
beer across the border to avoid taxes.

- Ah!
- Where they get you trainees?

- You can't even walk without
tripping over your own feet.
- Those aren't my feet.

[Head Agent] Oh, crap.

This is gonna be
a lot of paperwork.

Hey.



What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just...

I received this letter of
acceptance from Columbia.

Ooh. Congratulations. In what?

Undergraduate French literature.

Are you telling me in
some roundabout way...

that you want to radically
change your life? Yes.

I'm also changing my
name to Michelle Welton.

Oh, my God.

Cam's daughter got
into Columbia. Yep.

- Wait. Why did you
open her mail?
- It was in my pile.

Because Cam had it sent here.

Cam? Wouldn't Michelle give her address
so that it would just go right to...

Cam got her daughter into
Columbia behind her back.



'Cause she didn't want her to
go to that little school up in Maine.

Oh, wow. Honey,
this is bad parenting.

We will never do anything
like this. Promise me now.

What do I do now?
You give it to Cam.

I mean, do I say anything?
No. It is not your business.

Can I give her a disapproving
look? [Scoffs] Of course.

That's a good one.

What's this?

Oh.

Do you have something
to say about this?

Angela says no.

But this is a disapproving look.

Does it mean anything
that it's all moot?

Michelle is determined to
go to community college...

in Outer Mongolia to
be with her boyfriend.

[Chattering] [Brennan] So,
you've found 11 feet so far.

Yep. This whole yellow
flag section is our side.

The rest of it's
the Canadian side.

[Booth] Well, unless it rained feet,
these puppies definitely washed ashore.

Yeah, my trainee tripped
over one of them last night.

I think I'll, uh, wait over
there if that's okay with you.

All right. Go grab
yourself a doughnut.

Based on the size, this
belonged to an adult male. Hmm.

Given the range of motion of
the metatarsophalangeal joint,

I'd say he was somewhere
between 18 and 50.

Great. That narrows it down
to about 50 million people.

Yes. This appears to be a
pair. [Booth] Great. Okay.

Two down and 11 to go.

Well, nine to go.
These boots are empty.

Bones, how much you wanna bet that those
boots belong to Shoeless Joe over there?

Well, I'll see if the
size of the boots...

conforms to Joe, okay?

Hey, Bones, you know, just...
When you go over there, just be nice.

They're Canadians.

You're referring to the broad
generalization that Canadians are polite?

[Car Door Closes] Yes, I am.

Sorry. Excuse me.
Dr. Douglas Filmore.

I'm here to examine the feet.

I know him, Booth.

Who? Him.

- Dr. Filmore.
- [Camera Shutter Clicks]

How are you?

Oh.

Dr. Brennan, it's, uh,
been quite a while.

Yes.

Uh, excuse the left hand.

I'm having some
issues with my right arm.

Oh. You're here to examine
the remains as well, eh?

Yes. Yes.

Um, this is Special
Agent Seeley Booth, F.B.I.

We're partners.
Nice to meet you.

- Pleasure.
- So, what happened
to your arm?

It was Thursday, May 9. I was
in my office doing some reading,

and my right arm just
ceased to function.

The physicians can't
seem to find the cause.

- Very tough. I'm sorry to hear that.
- Coincidentally,

I had just finished reading Dr. Brennan's
incredibly thorough repudiation...

of my attempts to get my field of study
recognized by the board of forensic scientists.

- Oh, boy.
- I work extremely hard
on being thorough.

It's gratifying when
someone notices. Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, what exactly do
you do again? Well...

Dr. Filmore calls himself
a "forensic podiatrist,"

even though that's not an
officially recognized discipline.

[Laughs] Yes, I am merely
a board-certified podiatrist...

who assists law
enforcement professionals...

by providing sound podiatric
analysis to forensic investigation.

But I thank you for
correcting me, Dr. Brennan.

You're very welcome. [Laughs]

So, can you tell me how long
these feet have been in the river?

[Together] No.

I need to take all of the feet back to
the Jeffersonian for further examination.

Uh... [Stammers]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Excuse me. Would you be so good as to point
out for me the international boundary?

Straight shot from
that rock over there,

to the border marker
and right across the river.

I see. So... I'm
sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, hell, we're supposed to
be cooperating here. That's all.

Well, I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan, but as far as
we're concerned, these are Canadian feet,

and as such, they will be examined
by an ordinary garden-variety podiatrist.

That's great. [Chuckles]
Now look what you've done.

Thank you.

So Brennan said the victim
was a golfer? [Hodgins] Yes.

From the X-rays of his feet?

Apparently, the
osteomarphosis...

of his metaspatial
turdelicious proves it.

You made those words up.

You want the real thing, you're
gonna have to read the podiatrist article.

The one that Brennan refuted?

Booth says that she
refuted him so hard...

that it paralyzed his arm.

Really?

Well, then why did she ask
him to work the case with us?

Because he has the rest
of the feet Brennan wants.

Jurisdictionally speaking,
those feet are Canadian.

Hmm. Severed feet.

- Ooh. Canucks can have them.
- No, they weren't cut off.

The feet fell off the rest of the
bodies when they were in the water,

and then the shoes kind of
floated them to the surface.

[Sniffs]

Wow. Man, is it me...

or do these smell
like a bad gym?

It seriously stinks, right?

[Sniffs] Ugh.

Okay, if they were in the river,

wouldn't that sweat
smell be gone?

Absolutely.

These boots weren't worn
by someone in the river...

More likely, someone
who encountered these feet.

Would there be enough sweat
in the boot to extract D.N.A.?

Yeah. The human foot sweats
an average of one cup a day.

[Sighs]

There are some things that
I really don't need to know.

Dr. Filmore got clearance
from the Canadian government...

to work with you.

He should be here
today with feet. Great.

- I read the article you wrote.
- It's quite good, wasn't it?

- Booth is right. You should apologize.
- What?

You undermined his life's work.

You dismissed him
and ridiculed the notion...

that he be recognized
as a forensic podiatrist.

I had to. Otherwise, we'd have forensic
dermatologists, forensic chiropractors.

- Where would it end?
- You paralyzed the guy,
Bones, okay?

Dr. Sweets here
did his research.

He's gonna get shrinky
with you. Get shrinky with her.

- Are you two ganging up on me?
- His paralysis sounds like
conversion disorder.

A major stress event
creates a psychic conflict.

The person converts that intrapsychic
distress into physical symptoms...

as a way of resolving an issue
that he can't deal with emotionally.

Exactly... whatever he said.

So it's my fault that he
can't deal with his own life.

- You just don't get it,
do you, Bones?
- [Cell Phone Rings]

Not at all. [Beeps]

Got a D.N.A. match
off the sweaty boot.

Canadian ex-con with
mental health issues.

- Sounds like you're up.
- I'm on it.

Sometimes wouldn't you just like
to be a person like the rest of us...

instead of someone who
just paralyzes people?

Those of us who tell the truth have
always endured harsh judgment.

Copernicus, Galileo.

I accept that as something
I have to deal with.

[Angela] So the blank columns
are for the Canadian feet.

Exactly. According to Booth,

our neighbors to the north have
two pairs and two individual feet.

- So eight victims total.
- So far.

No bodies. Just feet.

[Device Beeps] It's kind of like
having no vowels in a Scrabble game.

Inside of the shoes... show traces of a
sticky residue, like some insoluble protein.

So I ran it through
the mass spec.

It was spider mite silk.

Now, until I identify species,

all it tells us is
that the victims...

were all in the same location...

before they got
dumped in the river.

So you might be able to tell us
where the murders took place?

- Mm-hmm.
- You're so amazing.

- So are you.
- No. No.

Not here. Not over feet.

Sorry to be a bother, but
I'm looking for Dr. Brennan.

Oh. You must be Dr. Filmore.

Hi. I'm Angela
Montenegro. Hello.

- Come on up.
- [Device Beeps]

Thank you.

[Hodgins] Ah, yeah. Hey. Sorry.

Jack Hodgins.

Pleasure. We've heard
so much about you.

Oh. Well, the pleasure's mine.

Dr. Saroyan.

Oh. Sorry.

Ooh. Uh, welcome.

I wasn't sure you were
actually gonna join us.

Why? Because of...

You know. [Laughs]

Uh, well, I felt it
was only right...

to use my expertise
to help solve this crime.

Ooh, lovely shoes.
Oh, thank you.

The average increase in the
protrusion of a woman's buttocks is 25%...

when wearing high-heeled shoes.

O-kay.

And that fact was responsible
for catching a killer in Manitoba.

- That's very impressive.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I'm merely an expert in one quarter
of the bones of the human body,

which makes me one quarter
of the expert Dr. Brennan is.

I-I wouldn't put it
that way. Oh, I didn't.

I'm quoting Dr. Brennan.

Okay. Let's look at feet.

Oh, very interesting.
Very, very interesting.

I didn't kill anyone.

I... I like... puppies
and butterflies.

The doctors at Dorchester
Mental Health Facility told me...

that you almost blinded another
patient with laundry detergent.

He grabbed my raisins
out of my rice puddin'...

With his fingers, man.

What would you have done?

We found your D.N.A.
at a crime scene, Bernie.

I got no idea what
you're talking about.

We found your
boots by the river.

That's where we got your D.N.A.,
right next to a whole bunch of feet.

Can you tell us where
those feet came from?

I don't know, man.

Maybe a fish coughed them up.

I just... I found the right size
shoes and took out the feet.

Just like that? No.

I threw up first.

Exactly when did
this shoe swap occur?

Six, seven, eight...
Eight days ago.

I'm afraid we're gonna
need those shoes back.

But, man, I just...
I just broke 'em in.

No, don't let the Americans
take my shoes, please!

Damn.

Even though there's a half size
difference between these two feet,

they appear to
be a matching pair.

Well, 60% of the general public
has two differently sized feet.

Eighty percent of those
have a larger left foot.

That's common knowledge.

The, uh, level of decomp...

suggests the victim died
about two months ago.

I already established
all of the victims died...

between one and
three months ago.

There are striae...

on the top of the
talus of the right foot.

Unlike the other feet, which disarticulated
naturally, this foot was cut off.

When the victim was still alive.

I would have noticed
that, of course.

Of course.

I hope you will be
comfortable here, Dr. Filmore.

Well, thank you.
I'm sure I will be.

My colleagues have
been encouraging me...

to apologize... to you.

Oh?

I told them that you hadn't
asked for an apology.

Well, it wouldn't be
appropriate for me to ask for it.

[Laughs] Exactly. I really have
no idea what they're talking about.

[Device Beeps] I'm glad
you feel the same way.

[Footsteps Approaching]
[Angela] Hey.

So Sweets called to say that the
feet washed up at least eight days ago.

So I checked the National
Weather Service charts.

They gave me rainfall
and wind patterns,

which allowed me to determine
where the feet originated.

That's very impressive.

Yes. Everyone here
is quite extraordinary.

Okay, so the feet
came from here,

next to the St. Regis River.

The University of
Hogansburg, New York.

Hogansburg?

[Laughs] I... I know
what happened.

Wait...

A body farm?

The University of Hogansburg
has one of three research facilities...

where forensic anthropologists can
study decomposition of bodies after death.

Well, okay, you're saying that
they have a field of dead people.

Some are in fields.
Some in water.

Some hung. Some in fires.

They put their remains in different
environments and see how they break down.

- That sounds like
a really nice school.
- I know.

Anyway, there was a
storm eight days ago,

and part of the farm flooded, washing
seven bodies into the St. Regis River.

Okay, so we're good
then. No foul play...

except for the creepy people
who play with the bodies.

Not exactly.

The professor said that
seven bodies washed away.

But we have the feet
of an eighth person.

This is a murder.

[Angela] The university
sent these photos...

of the remains that
they had lost in the flood.

Oh, I've already matched
all the feet with the remains.

Oh. That was fast.

But these feet...
Judging from the decomp,

I placed the time of death at
approximately two months ago.

Okay, so he was a murder victim.

Well, Dr. Brennan would say he
could still be alive but footless...

[Device Beeps] because,
without the rest of the remains,

we have no tangible
proof of his demise.

I just got the shoes that
the homeless guy took.

Nice kicks. Right.

Luxury edition,
25th anniversary...

Platinum Kick Parkours.
[Angela Whistles]

[Hodgins] They
retail for $2,000.

I'm analyzing the
residue in the shoes...

to see if it matches what
I found on the other feet.

In order to I.D. the victim, I'll need
to see if these are, in fact, his shoes.

Can I use the modeling
software on your computer?

We need to construct a wire-frame image
of the feet to map all their contours,

and then we can match them with
the impressions made in the sneakers.

Who would pay two
grand for sneakers?

[Filmore] People love to
pamper their feet, and rightfully so.

Feet are what separate us
from less-evolved hominids.

[Hodgins] How about brains?

I like to believe the
fact we walk upright...

is the reason our
brains developed.

Hey, guys, there's a serial
number on the tongue.

Of course. They're
limited editions.

If we can confirm that these
shoes belong to these feet,

we can search the serial
number for the name of the owner.

Uh, Miss Montenegro, would
you put the 3-D scan of the foot...

into the corresponding
wire-frame shoe? Yeah.

Yeah. These are
definitely our victim's shoes.

[Laughs] Wow.

You just out-me'd me.

[Chuckles]

[Crying] I... He...

We... Oh, God.

[Blows Nose]

All right.

All I got between the sobs...

is... Derrick broke up with you?

Yes. [Crying]

Oh. Because you wouldn't
have sex with him, or...

That's not what he said.

What'd he say?

That he didn't want to
wake up in 10 years...

and realize he'd committed
to one person too soon.

That makes sense. What?

That kid's dense.

You know what this means, right?

That you can date other guys?

[Sighs]

That is not the right answer?

I can't go to the same
college that Derrick is going to.

Oh, right. Really?

Of... course you can't.

And don't worry. We'll
think of something.

What? No schools are
accepting applications anymore.

I've... got an idea.

[Sniffles]

So Hodgins determined that the
mystery feet had the same mite silk...

that was found on the other
feet missing from the farm.

Those feet had time
of death of two months.

No one was reported
missing two months ago.

Which is why more expertise
is required than just feet.

Yeah. Right. Gosh.

Really... You really
are not gonna stop...

until this Canadian foot guy is
paralyzed from head to toe, right?

Would you accept an agent who specialized
in murders that only occurred in February?

Okay, that's
different. Not to me.

Oh, I hear they have over
60 decomposing bodies here.

It's exciting, isn't it?

Look. The liquefaction of
tissues is nearly finished.

Oh-ho-ho! Oh, look at that one.

The anaerobic organisms
from the gastrointestinal tract...

have started the
microbial proliferation.

Wow. Isn't this amazing? No.

[Booth] That is nasty. Okay.

[Sighs] Here's a "decomp
in garbage" scenario.

Oh, look over here, Booth.

Hey. Okay.

They must be establishing
baseline timetables...

for a decay in a damp
setting with direct sunlight.

Did he swallow a rat?
His stomach is moving.

- Booth, get back! Get back!
- Whoa!

[Both Laughing]

Fantastic! Did you
see that, Dr. Brennan?

I did. You rarely get to actually
see a body rupture from distention.

Whoo!

Oh, um, Professor
Peter Simpkins,

this is my partner, Special
Agent Seeley Booth.

Whoa. That smell.

That'll be a combination of bile
and the gases from his digestive tract.

Hi. I'm Norman
Hayes, Ph.D. candidate.

- It's quite a thrill
to meet you, Dr. Brennan.
- Of course.

- Maybe we can move down
a little bit.
- Oh, of course.

I understand you recovered
the feet of our seven flood victims.

- No, we found another pair.
- [Simpkins] Another pair?

Evidence suggests that
the victim originated...

in the same location
as your remains.

Do you think someone was
murdered here at the farm?

- Oh, still
a little stenchy.
- Oh, of course. Of course.

We need to examine the area
that was affected by the flood.

Oh, uh, Norman can show
you around after we talk.

Uh, that'd be an honor.

Dr. Filmore. Yes.

Hey, I'm Dr. Lance Sweets.
I'm a psychologist with the F.B.I.

So now that
Dr. Brennan has her feet,

did she send you down here
to pronounce me mentally unfit?

No, no, no. I'm just here on my
own to see if I could be of any help.

You know, coming
into a new environment.

And you heard about my arm. And
as a psychologist, you're fascinated.

No. I... I'm used
to it, Dr. Sweets.

But I've seen psychologists, psychiatrists,
neurologists, rheumatologists,

and no one's been able
to provide an answer.

And I-I-I don't
mean to be brusque,

but I need to get back to work.

Perhaps the psychologists
you were seeing...

weren't as familiar with
Dr. Brennan as I am.

You know, her seeming
insensitivity and emotional cruelty...

are merely her way of
dealing with an inability...

to understand or empathize
with the feelings of other people.

And you think if I feel sorry
for her, my arm will get better.

No. I just meant that a clear understanding
of the situation might be beneficial.

All right. I know
you need to work,

but if you want to
talk, I'll be in my office.

The St. Regis hadn't flooded
that badly in 400 years.

Ideally, we wouldn't have
projects so close to the river,

but we're running out of
usable land. [Booth] Why's that?

Once a body has
decomposed in a particular area,

it needs to lie fallow before the next
decomp scenario can be introduced.

[Rings] Oh. Excuse me.

Brennan.

We I.D.'d the victim.

I traced the serial
number on his sneakers.

[Brennan] Wait. Sneakers have serial
numbers? Well, the $2,000 kind do.

Booth. Yeah.

The victim had
sneakers worth $2,000.

$2,000? That's
more than my first car.

They were bought by a
kid named Dylan McEllroy.

He was a U. of H. Grad student.

Okay, thanks, Ange. You bet.

Are you familiar with a
student named Dylan McEllroy?

Yes. He's in our
graduate program. He...

Oh, my God. He's the decedent?
I thought he dropped out.

Any idea how he can afford
$2,000 sneakers? I don't know.

Dylan could have been
wearing lamb chops on his feet.

But unless they were decomposing,
I really... wouldn't notice.

This is horrible.

- [Students Chattering]
- Dylan's roommate is a kid
by the name of Kent Durham.

Up next, a pair of low-profile,
super-limited edition Air Glides,

released only in Japan.

- Bidding starts at $300.
- [Man] 300.

300 right here. 300.
How about 320?

We got 340? [Woman] 340.

- 360, anybody? - [Man #2] 360.

- 360 right here. How about 380?
- [Man #3] 380.

380. Do I hear 400? $400.

400 right here. Going once.

Going twice. Sold to the dude in
the yellow hoodie. [Man #4] Yeah!

[Woman] Aw! Step
right up. Don't be shy.

We got limited edition
Quickstrikes, one of a kind.

Okay, next item is a
pair of Platinum Kick Pros.

Bidding starts at 150.

- What's your name, kid?
- Why?

Why? 'Cause the federal government
wants to know why. That's why.

Uh, Kent Durham.
[Booth] Kent Durham.

Right. Kent, these shoes belong
to Dylan McEllroy by any chance?

Can I get back to you on that?

Sneakers would be a novel
motive for murder, Booth.

- What, murder?
- Dylan is dead.

[Sighs] Okay, wait. Th-This
is not what it looks like.

What it looks like to me is you're trying to
sell off your dead roommate's shoe collection.

Okay, it is what it looks like.
It's just not what you think.

[Booth] You have to admit
this looks pretty suspicious.

Dylan was two
months late on his rent.

I was just selling the shoes to
get the money that he owed me.

The variety is fascinating.

I suspect it signifies
tribal allegiance.

There's a definite demarcation of status
and hierarchy, depending on brand and model.

Let's just circle back to your
murdered roommate, okay?

- So, why didn't you
report him missing?
- I didn't know that he was.

He used to disappear for
weeks on his sneaker trips.

Japan, Australia... you name it.
I've been staying with my girlfriend.

Look, all I know... [Chuckles] is
that Dylan owed me a ton of cash,

and he stiffed me on a computer
and a speaker system that I sold him.

Where'd he get this money?

Okay, look, I had nothing
to do with it, I swear.

- With what?
- He probably kept
the stuff in the room.

But what was I supposed
to do? I'm not a cop.

I just stayed out of his way.

Right. He was dealing drugs.

[Hodgins] The mite silk we
found on the feet and sneakers...

came from the
Oligonychus ilicis.

And that silk is like Velcro.

Any particulate would
bind to it. Exactly.

So I pulled multiple samples, and I ran it
through the scanning electron microscope.

It looks like pollen.
Cannabis sativa pollen.

Marijuana.

So, they're harvesting more
than bodies at the body farm.

Yeah. The victim certainly was.

Booth said he was dealing drugs.

Now I know where he was
growing them. [Sighs] Hmm.

So, you at home here? I
mean, anything you need?

Oh, no. No, thanks.
I'm fine. Thank you.

You're in America now.

It's okay to get pissed
at Dr. B. She can take it.

[Murmurs]

Thank you. Okay.

You forged Michelle's application
and applied to Columbia?

Could you not say that as
though I'd killed three people?

Did you consider the person that
didn't get in because you cheated?

All right. I'm a terrible
person. I stipulate to that.

- But that's not why I'm here.
- You're kidding.

What I need is your advice
on how to tell Michelle...

that she has the option of going to
one of the best universities in the world.

Unfairly and illegitimately.

I'd rather not put
it to her that way.

I can't help you. Why not?

Some sort of professional
code of ethics?

No, my own personal
code of ethics.

You should consider putting
one together of your own.

Shut up. Excuse me?

You have never had to put someone else's
well-being ahead of your own... not ever.

Well, I am a mother, okay?

And if I have to get my hands
dirty to get my child ahead,

then... I will.

What kind of example are
you setting for Michelle?

What are you looking for?
Uh, if you don't mind my asking.

Cannabis. Any suggestions?

No. Wait. I mean,
y-y-you're the F.B.I.

So is this, like, entrapment?

Never mind. Just tell me
where the flood was, will ya?

It was right here.

Each section is allocated
for a decomp scenario.

[Door Opens, Closes]
That's a lot of rotting.

We have over 60 active
bodies at any one time.

Who are you?

Mr. Wolfram. I'm the
cadaver technician.

- Groundskeeper.
- [Wolfram] Potato, potahto.

I get rid of the bodies
once they're done with them.

And I tidy up the
place, make repairs.

Like I said... groundskeeper.

Then you can dispose of your
own damn cadaver next time.

Pissant.

[Clears Throat]

So everything past
here got washed out.

You worked with
Dylan. What was he like?

Truth? He was a
self-centered dilettante...

who squeaked by
with C's and B's...

because all he cared about
were his stupid sneakers.

You feel the same way about him
while he was still alive two months ago?

[Chuckles] Well, if you're
asking whether I killed him,

I couldn't even if I wanted to.

I did a semester abroad
at the University of Helsinki.

I just got back three weeks ago.

It's impressive.

Thank you.

So, does everybody who works
with Dr. Brennan end up in therapy?

If it's any consolation,
she spent three years...

degrading the entire
field of psychology...

and essentially dismissing my
life's work as a foolish waste of time.

And yet, all your limbs work.

Perhaps your arm
is a manifestation...

that you accepted what
Dr. Brennan said is correct.

Do you feel that she's
correct about you?

Well, no. Of course not.
But... I have no recourse.

Have you considered
confronting her,

expressing the
anger you must feel?

Yes, Dr. Hodgins suggested that.

Did you come to
me for permission?

Confrontation's not
a natural state for me.

I'm...

Canadian.

Canadian?

Or afraid?

Oh.

[Booth] You don't know
anything about Dylan's business?

I didn't take out thousands of
dollars in student loans to do drugs...

or hang around people who do.

Well, according to Angela's
Geolink, the cannabis was right here.

Right. Dissolution
of the cartilage...

in the upper vertebrae.

[Brennan] Must have been
there for eight days. All right.

Nothing like a couple acres of rotting
corpses to keep the weed thieves away, right?

- What are you doing, Bones?
- Loading these pictures
up to the SkyDrive...

for Hodgins to analyze.

- Why?
- It might be the mite silk
he found on the remains.

So Dylan was killed here.

In his own pot field.

Professor Simpkins
inspects all the projects daily.

Uh, I... I mean, he had
to have seen these plants.

Look, man, I had no idea marijuana
was growing at the body farm.

I find it difficult to believe the plants
which can affect decomposition...

went unnoticed by you.

I was short-staffed.
Norman was in Finland.

Finland. Well, my gut tells
me if I get a search warrant,

I'm definitely gonna find
weed that came from that patch.

It won't be necessary.

Dylan and I had an arrangement.

I let him grow, he
gave me free product.

Product? So when we asked you how Dylan
could afford $2,000 sneakers, you lied.

Look, if the university
finds out, I'll be fired.

I do important work here.

- He's right. He does.
- Yeah, he also lies.

The only reason
I didn't tell you...

was that I thought maybe you'd
think it was me who killed him.

[Chuckles] It seems silly
now that it's all out in the open.

[Chuckles] Not to me.

Did you find anything?

Indeed, I did.

Here. Check this out.

It's on our SkyDrive.

Okay, now, these are the photos
Dr. Brennan took of the marijuana leaves.

These are all of the bugs I
identified from the mite silk.

Now, yes, some of these
little creatures are consistent...

with what you would find in a
marijuana-based ecosystem.

But there are dozens
of other species...

that would normally not be
attracted to a dead body or marijuana.

Look at this. The drone fly.

The green tea ant.
Way out of their zip code.

So, why did those
guys come to the party?

The same reason anyone
else does... the food.

But what I can't
figure out is...

what type of food would
attract so many different species.

You're gonna check the contents of their
tiny, little bug stomachs now, aren't you?

You betcha. Wanna help?

No. No.

Hey. Oh, Miss Montenegro,

I have found something
quite, quite interesting.

Now, the dimensions of the
anterior aspect of the left navicular...

are three millimeters
less than the right.

My God. Hmm.

How did you even notice that?

Well, when you have the kind of
intimate connection I have with feet,

you notice any irregularities
that might compromise them.

Right.

Oh, I don't mean to
imply that I'm a podophile.

Excuse me? A foot fetishist.

Although I appreciate
the beauty of feet...

and the intricate nature
of their constructions,

I have no desire to-to lick
them or p-paint them or...

Okay. That's okay.
All right. Okay.

Yeah. [Chuckles] All right.

So, don't a lot of people
have skeletal asymmetry?

Oh. Yes. Which is why
Dr. Brennan probably missed it.

She doesn't spend a lot
of time on feet, I imagine.

Not important enough for her.

Ooh. Snap.

Oh, no, no. No, no.

I merely meant
that this isn't genetic.

See, some kind of blade shaved a
small sliver of bone off the navicular,

and it was obviously a
much sharper blade...

than the one that severed
his talus, judging by the striae.

Wait a minute. Dylan was
attacked with two different weapons?

Oh, yeah. I know.
I was surprised too.

Also, these are
non-fixed radius striae,

which indicate that both
blades were straight and rigid.

And the cuts
display smooth walls,

which means that the amount of
force necessary to do such a thing...

Dictates a power tool.

Or two power tools, since we're
talking about two different blades.

Wow. Yeah.

That was seriously impressive.

[Chuckles] Well, you Americans
can be quite enthusiastic.

Some of you.

[Booth] So what
did Dr. Footsie say?

It seems that the victim was
killed with some kind of power tool.

That's good, right?

Hmm. Yeah.

Couldn't give the guy
some props for that?

No, I said that his
discovery might have value.

But you know that it
does. You know that.

You just don't want someone like
him to be as good as someone like you,

with feet.

Just feet. I get it.

I get it.

But you really should
apologize to him.

I already explained.

I know you did. But come
on, Bones, he's hurting.

All right? Whether you're right
or wrong, you leveled the guy.

[Chuckles] He's a grown man.

Sometimes that
makes it hurt more.

What makes us human, Bones,

is that we can feel
compassion and regret.

Why is this so
important to you, Booth?

Because I know the kind
of person that you are,

and I think you should let
other people in on the secret too.

Right?

[Angela] These are the
tools from the body farm.

So do you want me to input the
blade profiles into the imaging software?

Not necessary.

But Dr. Brennan sent all
of these back here, so...

And I realize that. And I'd hate it if
anyone went to any unnecessary trouble.

But we know the cuts to the feet
were made by two different blades.

And the blow to the
talus cut off the right foot.

And the blow to the
navicular was vertical,

parallel to the bone.

Two separate injuries
made by two different blades.

Judging by the
damage to the bone,

two separate blades
with identical force profiles.

So whoever killed our
victim used two circular saws,

both applied with
equal pressure?

Which is impossible.
[Filmore] Exactly.

Which is why, I posit, the
blades were connected. [Beeping]

Yes. [Saroyan] Looks
like opposing propellers.

How would something like that
cut him off horizontally at one ankle...

and vertically at the other?

Well, because he
started standing up.

One of the blades cut him off
at the ankle, and he fell down.

The other blade ran him over,
taking a slice off the navicular.

In going over the particulates that
Dr. Hodgins found on the remains,

I noticed grass. Yes. Marijuana.

Hmm? Oh, yes.
Also regular grass.

Fescue and bluegrass.

Which means?

It's a riding mower.

Oh, my God.

The victim was killed by
someone on a ride-on lawn mower.

The blades severed
the plantar arteries,

and he bled out.

Filmore, you did it.

Oh! You're a genius.

Well... Oh! [Laughs]

Bug news. Big bug news.

All of the bugs that we
found on the pot leaves,

they all ingested this food gel
that's used by reptile breeders.

It's an insect super food.

Bugs smell this, they come
flying from miles around.

I also found traces
of it on the sneakers.

Of course. This is so exciting.

Really? Why?

Well, the killer covered
Dylan's body in-in that gel.

It would have exponentially
increased insect activity.

Hastening decomposition and
completely obscuring time of death.

So we would get
time of death wrong.

But wait. Wouldn't everyone at
that body farm know how to use that?

Yes, but from what Booth said,
only one of them had an alibi...

for what we thought
was time of death.

I'm guessing... because
he knew he'd need one.

There was no trace of
blood on the blades...

because they'd recently
been cleaned with bleach.

How many times do I
have to tell you guys?

I was in Helsinki when
Dylan was murdered.

You were back for
three weeks, right? Yes.

Check my travel records,
okay? The university in Finland.

There... There is no
way I could've killed him.

Unless Dylan actually died
two weeks ago, Norman,

and not two months ago.

Right. There's a receipt
here with your name on it...

for two gallons of
Gro-Fast bug food.

That sped up decomp and
gave you the perfect alibi.

You really think you were
smarter than Bones here?

Dylan contaminated your
body with his marijuana field.

That was your thesis project.

[Booth] Simpkins said you'd
been working on it for a year.

Dylan comes along
and ruins it with his weed.

[Brennan] "Shallow Grave
Decomposition in Barren Soil."

It's quite an impressive
project actually.

Barren soil. [Sighs]

I get back from Helsinki,

and his weed had spread
right over my remains.

$60,000 in student loans, and I
was gonna flunk because of him.

You think that's
right? [Booth] No.

But killing him was worse.

Man, I didn't mean to.

I got the mower
to cut it all down.

And he... he tried to stop me.

I told him to move.

But he didn't.

I mean... [Sobs]

I kept thinking he would move.

[Sobs]

I'm sorry.

♪♪ [Pop Ballad]

[Woman] ♪ You give me
something to hold on to ♪

♪ I hear your voice
and it quiets my mind ♪

What did I write my
essay on? I used yours.

I tarted it up a little... quoted
Montaigne, David Foster Wallace.

Oh. They're writers.

I know they're
writers. I'm just...

You're telling me
that if I wanted to,

I could simply go to
Columbia University in the fall?

Yes.

Mm.

Oh.

I see what's going on here.

Oh, thank God. I ju... I just...

[Sighs] I want
what's best for you.

I know you do, which
is why you're testing me.

What?

Well, surprise. I've
learned a lot from you.

I've learned to try hard
and not take shortcuts.

I've learned it's
wrong to cheat.

Oh, really?

But what are you gonna do?

Here's what I'll do.

I'll work for a year and make
money, and I'll take extra courses,

and I'll get into Columbia on
my own and make you proud.

You already have.

I wanna be just like you.

[Chuckles] That's sweet.

But I think you should
aim a little higher.

[Filmore] It was wonderful
meeting you, Dr. Sweets.

I've enjoyed my visit.

And you're leaving a
hero. Oh, I'd hardly say.

I know. That's why I did.

So, did you talk to Dr. Brennan?

Oh, no.

But if you really care about
your arm, I seriously recommend...

[Brennan] Dr. Filmore.

What now?

Have I embarrassed you
in some way, Dr. Brennan?

I know the only reason I was here was
because you wanted the feet that I possessed.

Dr. Filmore... Do you deny it?

Was it my expertise you
sought when you called?

No. It wasn't.

You... are brilliant,
Dr. Brennan. I won't deny it.

But you are also a close-minded
and a thoughtless person.

Yes, I have heard that before,

which is why I wanted
to address the issue...

of the article I
wrote in the journal.

Oh.

While I don't believe...

that forensic podiatry should be
recognized as a separate specialty,

[Sighs]

I was remiss in my article...

not to have noted your
remarkable skill and expertise.

You are exceptional,

and I strongly doubt we would have
solved this case without your help.

For that, I am very grateful...

and pleased to have had the
opportunity to work with you.

Dr. Filmore.

Oh! Oh!

I'm so sorry. Sweets,
what were you...

I thought his arm would
work. Don't trouble yourself.

I shouldn't have... I shouldn't
have been in the way.

I... No, I'm fine. I think.

[Both Laughing]

It works. [Laughs]

[Laughing] Look at that.

I'm glad that you
apologized to the Canadian.

I'm proud of you,
Bones. I didn't apologize.

But I thought...

The word "apology" derives
from the ancient Greek apologia,

which means "a
speech in defense."

When I defended what I said to him,
you told me that wasn't a real apology.

Why don't you think of a
word that means you feel bad...

for making someone
else feel bad.

Contrite. Ah!

From the Latin
contritus, meaning...

"crushed by a sense of sin."

There. That's it. Contrite.

Okay. I'm happy that you
"contrited" to the Canadian.

Would you like to hear some
more things that I feel contrite about?

There's more? Yes.

- I feel contrite that I think
your socks are silly.
- What?

Also, I am contrite...

that I think you're foolhardy in the
way you approach a cup of coffee.

How do I approach
a cup of coffee?

You drink it without
checking the temperature,

and then you complain all
day that your tongue is burnt.

I feel contrite that
I... I think that's stupid.

Let's recap, okay?
Foolhardy and stupid.

There's more.

You don't have to apologize
for things that you think.

Oh.

Believe me, if we had to be
sorry for every single thought.

- Like what?
- Oh, believe me, I'm not
gonna fall down that path.

I might say something I'm
gonna regret later. No way.

Regret. The word "regret"
derives from the Old French...

What's that mean?

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