Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 20 - The Pinocchio in the Planter - full transcript

[Children Shouting]
[Whistle Blows]

[Diving Board Bounces]
[Water Splashes]

[Laughter]

[Women Laughing]

[Woman] We're late. [Woman
#2] Come on. Hurry up.

[Woman #3] I'll hurry her up.

- [Screaming]
- [Screams]

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Somebody help me!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Help me! Oh, my God!



[Bell Dings] [Waitress]
Thanks, Eddie.

Mmm. Nothing like a cup of decaf
to wake you up in the morning.

Caffeine's completely
off-limits? Yeah.

Unless I want a baby
break-dancing on my bladder.

On the bright side, you must feel a
wonderful sense of accomplishment.

Drinking decaf? No!
Becoming a mother.

It's incredible.

You're creating new life,
as we speak, right now.

I'm eating a muffin, and
you're forming a pancreas.

[Laughing] Right. Right.

So, I assume you didn't ask me
to breakfast just to talk about decaf.

What's on your mind? Nothing.
Can't I just enjoy your company?

Of course. I am very charming.

How's Hodgins? [Sighs]



He insists on putting on
my shoes every morning.

Perhaps because, in a literal sense,
you're carrying a tremendous load.

He's trying to compensate.
Overcompensate.

Last night at the grocery
store, he tried to carry my purse.

Well, maybe he senses a
change in your mood, you know?

- Something you're not saying.
- [Bell Dinging]

[Ringing, Buzzing]

Oh, this is him right now.

[Beeps]

What? You're not gonna get it?

I just saw him at my shoe
ceremony a half an hour ago,

and I'm gonna
see him in the lab.

Well, you know, you're
both dealing with a lot.

Your baby's at risk,
and... We're fine.

I just wanted to catch up.

[Horn Honks]
[Siren Wails, Stops]

- Here's a different sample.
- This a match?

You guys first here?

[Car Door Closes]
Tag that. Fifteen?

Hey, it-it's me.

We got called to a crime scene, but we'll be
back in an hour, so call if you need anything.

[Beeps]

I swear my wife just
sent me to voice mail.

[Brennan] Maybe she's
too busy to take your call.

- But then her phone
would've rung six times.
- Thanks.

It only rang twice.
She rejected me.

Hey. Pig-Pen. What
are you doin' here?

My own wife just
rejected my call.

- Ooh! Couch time.
- But I don't know why. I mean, do you think...

No. No. I just wanna know
why you're here. That's all.

Why is he here? Dr. Hodgins
needs to sample the soil...

to help determine time of
death while I inspect the remains.

In a shallow grave, it
would normally take...

anywhere from three days to three
years to reach this stage of decay.

A local cop said the planters are new, and the
playground's only been here for about a week.

The large projecting mastoid and general
robusticity suggests the victim is male.

Moderate osteoarthritis
of the humeral head...

suggests mid-to late-40s.

Oh-ho. Look at this.
Huh? Down here.

- [Camera Shutter Clicks]
- Looks like a key
to a nice car.

- Maybe it was the victim's.
- That, or the killer's.

Well, we'll take it back
to the Jeffersonian,

and Angela can determine
make and model of the car.

- Wait. Is that
what I think it is?
- What's that?

Ooh, it is! [Booth] What?

Check this out.

Meet... Necator americanus,
a.k.a. hookworm. Ugh. Wow.

No, thank you. Whoa!

Hookworms. Man.
Plural. They're everywhere.

The victim's anal sphincter relaxed
upon death, causing him to defecate.

That's exciting. Yes, indeedy.

This man was definitely
host to a parasite.

We need to take this planter and all of the
soil back to the lab for further examination.

- Okay. Back to the lab. Here we go. Come on.
- Wait, wait, wait.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait" what?
What are you doing now?

Well, hookworms crawl at a prescribed
rate of exactly one foot per day,

and this little
renegade made it...

three feet, four
and 1/16th inches.

Suggesting he died three days,
eight hours and 45 minutes ago.

- Give or take a minute.
- Good job with the poop clues,
Hodgins.

Secret is in the
soil. It always is.

Okay. Well, why don't you ask the dirt
who killed him and why nobody saw it, huh?

[Whistles] Wow.

Looks like this
guy got a beating.

There is severe blunt force
trauma at the coronal suture...

and across the sagittal ridge.

Likely cause of
death? Yes, it is.

[Cell Phone Ringing] Oh.

[Beeps] This is Wendell Bray.

Oh. Sure.

No, I... I understand.

Thanks for letting me know.

[Beeps] Who was that?

It was a guy who owns a bar.

They're looking for a
bartender on Monday nights.

And due to your low socioeconomic
status, you applied for the job?

[Chuckles] I'm broke. Yeah.

And apparently, someone
else had more experience.

Cam said she needed an
intern to do some extra hours...

Unless you were looking
for something alcohol-related.

[Chuckles] No, I'll
ask. Thanks, Dr. B.

Given that this is
an open fracture,

it's possible the murder weapon
came into contact with the bone.

I'll ask Dr. Hodgins to swab.

You might wanna ask nicely.
He's a little grumpy today.

Because you refused
to take his call?

Wait a minute. You didn't do
the pre-complete ring off, did you?

- What... The what?
- It's one thing to let the call
ring through to voice mail.

But it's another when you make a point of
cutting the call off after one or two rings.

I mean, the caller knows.
It's like a slap in the face.

I mean, even if I did do that, it really
wouldn't be any of your business.

I finished looking at the key you
guys found at the crime scene.

Were you able to determine
the year and model of the vehicle?

Even better. This is
something called a smart key.

It's a tiny microchip that stores
the owner's custom settings.

Does it belong to the killer
or the victim? I don't know.

The personal info is encrypted,
so I'm workin' on that now.

So Angela decoded the smart
key, got the victim's name?

Yeah. He'd been missing four
days, which fits time of death.

And the dentals... they
match. His name is Ross Dixon.

Look at that. Thank you.

So, he lives here all alone?

Well, his wife, uh,
left him last year,

- moved to Madrid.
- [Snaps Fingers]

Kids are all grown up. Nobody's
talked to this guy for a long time.

He must have been
wealthy. He's an ad guy.

A what? Advertising.

He owned his own
advertising agency.

Well, I picked the
wrong business.

Wow! Now, this
is a bachelor pad.

If you're one of the Jetsons.
What are we lookin' for?

Anything that, uh, you
know, just screams out at us.

[Sweets] I don't see anything.
Nothing's out of place.

Well, you're the shrink. You
see, you just gotta feel the vibe.

"The vibe"? That's
right. The vibe.

All right? I have a trained
eye. Okay. What do you see?

What do I see? That box. What
do you think's inside that box?

Shall we find
out? Let's find out.

All right.

Oh, look. Dixon's
portfolio. Mmm?

Slambolt Energy Drink.
"Punch your yawn in the face!"

Have you ever tried
this stuff? It's caustic.

Wow, this guy worked on some pretty
big accounts. Road Safe Insurance.

Russian Moose Vodka.

Hank-furters. Wasn't there a
big scandal about this recently?

Yeah, yeah. Well-publicized
recall after it was discovered...

they don't contain
any actual meat.

So, "100% pure
beef." It's a lie.

Advertising does have victims.
Maybe one of 'em wanted revenge.

I think that's stretching
it a bit. No. Not at all.

He sure was good at what he
did. Look at all these trophies.

"Francuzzi & Schess."
That's a... That's a big agency.

Seems like Dixon worked there until he hung
out his own shingle about six months ago.

Maybe he was fired, you know.
Something had to prompt his departure.

Well, it's a place to start.

It's not like anyone else
is missing him right now.

[Beeps]

Hey, I was just about to come
look for you. Well, here I am.

- You are grumpy.
- Grumpy? No.

Who even says
"grumpy"? Well, Angela.

Angela said I was grumpy?

Hodgins, she did not reject
you. She rejected your call.

It was a pre-complete
ring off from my wife, dude.

Are you really gonna
tell me that's nothing?

Okay. No. So, what did you do?

Nothing! I-I-I
make her breakfast.

I tie her shoes, for God's sake.

There's gotta be something. Are you
gonna talk to her? Nah, of course not.

She's pregnant. The hormones
are running the institution.

- What do you got?
- Well, this particular
fracture wound was open,

so I was hoping that
you'd find some trace.

Let me take a look. Yeah.

So, where you goin'?

I'm off to talk to Cam
about my hours. Yeah?

- You want more of them
or less of them?
- As many as I can get.

Well, Cam responds
best to just calm logic.

I was thinking outright
flattery. Yeah, you'll do fine.

Hi, Dr. Saroyan! Are you examining
the victim's stomach contents?

Small intestine,
or what's left of it.

Great!

So, Dr. Brennan told me that you needed someone
to put in some extra hours around the lab.

I'm available.

I think I'm just gonna divide the
hours equally among all the interns.

Oh.

I'll post the
schedule by the door.

But, Dr. Saroyan, I'm the only one who
needs those hours, financially speaking.

However, all of you
are equally qualified,

and that's all I'm supposed
to take into consideration.

You understand, don't you?

Of course. But the decision
is ultimately yours, isn't it?

Are you questioning my ability
to make a fair decision, Mr. Bray?

No. No. Not at all. I...

Okay.

I, uh...

I found something unusual
about the victim's facial bones.

Remodeling indicates that
he suffered two broken noses,

a fractured left
orbital socket...

and a hairline fracture near
the right mental foramen.

All separate incidents
in the past year.

Then someone didn't like him.

Or multiple someones. Or the
same someone multiple times.

Well, either way, it looks like
the hits just kept on comin'.

Yeah.

- Dixon had his face
broken four times?
- Four separate times.

And after the last one, he filed assault
charges against Nicole Francuzzi.

- As in Francuzzi & Schess?
- Yeah. His old boss.

I really want you to watch
this. Okay, that is our victim.

It's at some award show.
The woman's Francuzzi?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Watch.
[No Audible Dialogue]

[Chuckling] This is classic.

- Here it comes.
- What?

- [Booth] Poom!
- Oh!

[Hits Key] Right?

The hit broke Dixon's nose,
so he quit, filed charges.

And she countered with
her own suit. [Paper Rustles]

"Tortious interference"?

Yeah, accused Dixon of
intentionally damaging her business.

The civil judge ruled in
Dixon's favor last Tuesday.

Day before the
murder. You know what?

I think I should go have a
word with Ms. Francuzzi.

[Typing]

[Sighs] You don't think I
had anything to do with this?

Nah. Just because you assaulted Ross Dixon
and you sued him for a million dollars.

I didn't assault him.

We were having an
argument. You broke his nose.

He provoked me, Agent Booth.

He ruined the... the firm that I built
with my partner from the ground up.

So you did what you had to do. You
sure you don't want a lawyer here?

Why should I? I
didn't do anything.

- Where were you last Wednesday?
- I don't know. Ask my secretary.

So, you don't know where you were
last Wednesday or what you were doing?

It was probably some
charity function or something.

Listen to me. I wasn't the only person
who had something against Ross Dixon.

You're the only one
who hit him in the face.

Our creative director did it
too... just not in front of a camera.

What's with this guy? Why
is everybody so angry at him?

One day, out of
nowhere, all of a sudden,

he turned into a real ass.

Just like that? We worked
together for eight years.

We were a tight team.

But about a year ago, he decides
he's gonna speak his mind, nonstop,

to whomever and
whenever he wants.

- Can you give me an example?
- He insulted everyone... coworkers, clients.

He even called the
C.E.O. of Blaster Burger...

"a horse-faced buffoon."

We lost six clients
in six months.

This guy have a brain
tumor or somethin'?

Worse. He grew a conscience.

There was a Christmas
toy we pushed one year...

A little robot man who
wore a little beanie.

Some kid choked on the
propeller. Did the kid die?

No. He was fine.

But Ross felt
really guilty about it.

He joined some group to
help him be more honest.

- Honest?
- Radically honest.

Radical honesty is a controversial
notion recently popularized...

by an organization
called The Honesty Policy.

Yeah, well, I never heard of it.

Well, their theory is that by
speaking the absolute truth,

we free ourselves of pressure
to make a good impression,

and thus become truly free.

So they just say whatever they
want, and they piss people off.

It can be very aggressive.

Explains why everyone in
Dixon's life bailed in the last year.

I see no reason why telling the
truth would be considered aggressive.

It is when you do
it without exception.

I mean, the small fictions
that we call white lies...

play a crucial role
in human interaction.

It's the glue that holds
us together. How?

A world without lies
would be far more efficient.

If no one had any
feelings, but people do.

Do you lie to me?
No, Bones, I don't.

- I would argue you're
doin' it right now.
- Oh!

- Fine. I am. It's not a big deal.
- It is!

Tell me a significant instance in
which you've lied to me in the past.

This is a good discussion.
Maybe you should try it.

I can't think of anything.

Again, you're
lying. [Weary Groan]

- We're here. Maybe you can
benefit from this group.
- You're pushing it, Sweets.

You really are. You're
pushin' it. What?

[Brennan] Oh, The
Honesty Policy...

meets at the same community
center where the body was found?

[Booth] Maybe we can
get something out of them.

[Booth] What are you doing?
[Sweets] Whoa! Ghost driver.

How'd you do that? It's
called Intelligent Parking Assist.

The car guides itself
into the parking spot.

Wow! Look at that, huh?
Does it solve murders?

Of course not.
Good. I like my job.

Hey. So, I tested the trace
found on the broken clavicle.

It's titanium. Titanium?

Yeah. How could you bludgeon
someone with a weapon as light as titanium?

Mmm, don't assume
that it's a weapon.

I reconstructed the bone
and found some remodeling...

around a 37-millimeter gap.

Gap? What, like
the bone is missing?

Yeah, the bone on either
side has signs of osteitis.

It's likely that a titanium implant
was used during surgical repair.

And I know where to find it.

[Grunts] Guy's implant
has to be in here someplace.

An excuse to use
your magic gloves.

Magnetic gloves.
Check that out. [Laughs]

Hey, so did you hear?
Our victim was in a cult.

It's not a cult. Yeah,
it's worse than a cult.

These people knowingly
advocate full-blown insanity.

Mmm, they advocate
telling the truth.

I think it sounds like a good
idea. Mmm, I don't know.

Personally, I'd like to maintain
a certain degree of couth.

[Chuckles] Couth?

Who says "couth"? I just did.

Can I be honest?

You're a pretty
strange dude as it is,

but when you use words like
"couth," you seem really strange.

Really? That make
you feel better?

Yes, it did. Good. Can
I be honest with you?

Yeah. Go for it. Okay.

When you were going out with Angela, I
once planned your murder in great detail.

[Chuckles] I
appreciate your honesty.

This is good. This is good.

Uh, no, I don't... I don't know
about that. It feels a little creepy.

I wonder if it'll work
on Dr. Saroyan.

Hey, whoa. She's the boss, so, you
know, you're gonna wanna go easy.

Why? Honesty is the best policy.

No. No, no. No, it's not!

[Sighs]

[People Chattering]
[Booth] So, this is the place.

You should make an announcement requesting
that the killer volunteer his guilt.

- That's not gonna work.
- But they vow to be honest.

I'm sorry. This is a private
meeting. [Booth] Right!

The, uh, Honesty Policy
heads. So, where do I sign up?

Oh, no sign-up needed. Just
check your lies at the door.

Burt Iverson,
attorney-at-law. You are?

Special Agent
Seeley Booth, F.B.I.

This here's my partner,
Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Is it possible for a lawyer
to be entirely honest?

Well, a group dedicated to
exploring the truth is likely...

to attract individuals who've made
a habit of lying on a regular basis.

- [Door Opens]
- Whoa. Wow.

God.

Agent Booth has a
phobia. He fears clowns.

I don't fear them. I
just don't like them.

Nobody likes him. He's a creep.

What's the haps, jackasses?

Uh, sorry I'm late. Big
party this afternoon.

Kids screamin', moms
bitchin'. It was chaos.

Agent Booth, this is an opportunity
for you to express your true feelings.

What? No. Attention, everyone.

Our guest would like to
start things off this evening...

by telling us why
he hates clowns.

- [Brennan] Oh!
- What do ya got against me,
suit?

- Nothing.
- No, no. You got a problem,
you come out with it.

Why should we let you stay here if
you're not gonna be honest with us?

- He has a point.
- What?

Tell the group something
you've never told anyone before.

- Come on, F.B.I. Try it.
- No.

While I don't espouse the rhetoric of this
group, it might help to gain their trust.

We want their
cooperation. Come on.

[Man] Take your first
step, bro. Fine. Fine.

[Man] Truth from
the F.B.I. I can't wait.

Sometimes when I don't have
clean underwear, I go commando.

- [Woman] Whoa! Commando!
- [Applause]

All right. That's enough.
It's a murder investigation.

So, anyone here ever have a problem
with Ross Dixon, raise your hand.

What is he talking
about? I don't know.

- What's he talking about?
- [Man] No, not me.

- I did.
- Ha!

He told me my act
sucked. It pissed me off.

- Were you with him
last Wednesday night?
- As a matter of fact, I was.

Something you'd like to
share with us, Mr. Clown?

Yeah. I got a warrant
for felony assault,

and I'm too cheap
to hire a lawyer.

[Booth Chuckles]
That's not funny.

- All right. Why don't you come with us.
- [Mutters] This guy.

Just cuff the clown, will you?

Me? Yes.

[Bell Dings]

[Grunts]

Hey! Hey. What
are you doin' here?

What's he doin' here?
Uh, he's a suspect.

This is just gonna take a
minute, okay? I'm sorry. I gotta go.

What did my wife say to you?

Come on! Guy to guy. No
doctor-patient confidentiality stuff.

Nothing. She didn't say...

Okay, something was
obviously on her mind,

but she wouldn't
talk about it. [Sighs]

She wouldn't pick
up when I called her,

and, you know,
she's been polite.

Polite? Yeah. It's awful.

Yeah, she's
withholding something.

I suggest you ask her
directly what's on her mind.

Okay? Honesty is the
foundation of any strong marriage.

Radical honesty.

[Door Closes]
Where's the tough guy?

Uh, Agent Booth
had a pressing matter.

[Chuckles] Afraid of a
red nose. What a baby.

Okay. I don't understand why
people pay you to entertain children.

I'm cheaper than
the other clowns.

But you're right. I'm horrible.
Because you tell the truth?

Hey, an ugly kid is an ugly kid,

and a bargain is a bargain.

- Did you kill Ross Dixon?
- No, I did not.

Why were you with him
the night of the murder?

Some of us got together to
watch the game over at my place.

Half a dozen or
so. It was... lame.

- Yeah. And when
did the game end?
- 5:00-ish.

Everybody left, Ross included.

- Were there any arguments?
- No. It was all friendly.

What did you do after the game?

I had sex with a hooker.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna need the
prostitute's contact information...

to confirm your alibi for
the time of the murder.

Yeah, sure, kid. You
confirm my alibi. [Chortling]

Did Ross tell you where he
was going when he left that night?

Yeah. Out to dinner somewhere.
Did he say with whom?

You didn't ask. That's
right. I didn't care.

I only care about
myself. [Farts] Mmm!

Really?

What? It's an honest
bodily function.

It's honestly wrong. [Cackling]

Is it important to the
case that I ate broccoli?

Just leave the door open.

Look, these so-called honest
people are no better than liars.

Why? You would think they'd be exceptionally
cooperative during interrogation.

They are, but nobody tells
blabbermouths anything.

So their own honesty prompts
others to avoid telling them the truth.

Dixon went out to dinner
the night he was killed.

He didn't tell anybody
where he was going.

If it helps, Cam is analyzing
the contents of the duodenum.

No, no, no. No, let's talk about
something else, all right? We're eating.

I'm avoiding what I would
really like to talk about.

Why would you do that?
It's a difficult subject.

It's become one of those...
pachyderms in the room.

What exactly is the pachyderm?

I would like you to reveal an
instance in which you have lied.

Oh, sheesh! Not this again.

You think you're protecting
me, but by avoiding the truth,

you inevitably
cause greater harm.

No. No. I-I wouldn't do
that. I wouldn't do that to you.

Lying to spare my feelings?

Maybe it's to spare
my own feelings.

I'll tell you what. I'll give you an example
when we're finished solving this case.

Okay? I won't forget.

I know. You won't forget.

I do not like that painting.

Wh... What?

I am attempting to open an
honest dialogue between us.

By insulting my painting?

By stating what I think,
regardless of the consequences.

Now you try it.

Something is
obviously on your mind.

Hodgins, we don't... I'm
a big boy. I can take it.

Yeah. I'm not... I'm
not so sure about that.

Wow! That's... That's nice.

A big vote of confidence there for the man
you're gonna spend the rest of your life with.

Okay.

You've been a little
bit underfoot lately.

You can't even see your feet.

Yeah, but I-I know you're there.

You're overcompensating.

You're... You're too cheerful.

I'm not supposed to be cheerful?

We're going to be having a baby.

Yeah, I know that. I know that.

I just... I think we
could be more honest...

about what we could
face with the baby.

[Sighs] Angela.
No. This is real.

Just say it.

No matter how many smiles we
plaster on our faces, it's still real.

So just say it.

Leber congenital amaurosis.

The baby could have Leber congenital
amaurosis. We talked about this.

Even if the baby is blind,
we can get through it.

Yeah, but it... it doesn't
mean that I'm not scared...

or that you're not scared.

You just want us to
smile and go through this...

as though nothing's
wrong, and I can't do that.

I'm sorry. I just can't. Okay,
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I...

I was just trying to help.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Sometimes I can't
breathe I get so worried.

Well, that's why you have me,

and that's why I have you.

This kid is so lucky to
have you for a mother.

You're no slouch yourself.

And you can be kind
of a jerk sometimes,

but that's what I
love about you too.

Excuse me! Dr. Saroyan.

Dr. Hodgins wasn't able to
find the victim's titanium implant,

but he did find a few
shards of what may be bone.

I'll take a closer look. Was
the victim missing any bone?

As far as we know, only
a portion of the clavicle.

Hey, did you hear about the
whole radical honesty thing?

I did. What do you think?

I am sure it has its
time and its place.

Great. I should get the job.

Excuse me? The job. I
need it. It should be mine.

Based on? Financial need.

Daisy and Fisher, they
don't need the money.

I mean, neither does Vincent.
Arastoo's family is loaded.

I need it. That's a
factor, however...

My ability... It
can't be an issue.

I-I'm smart and
helpful and thorough.

Uh, I'm very pleasant company.

I've been instrumental in
solving numerous cases.

True, but... No. No "buts."

When you look at the situation
objectively, I should get the job.

You are not perfect, Mr. Bray.

Nor are you. Don't push it.

[Clears Throat]

Of course.

I appreciate your honesty.

All right. You have the job.

I have to do this
because it's how I feel.

But you will lose the
job if you don't let me go.

Of course, of course! Again, I
really, really appreciate your honesty.

I got the job! Go, Mr. Bray.

Hee-hoo! So, uh, I got the
results of the stomach contents.

What do goat cheese, tomatoes,
truffles and cornmeal mean to you?

Pizza?

Pizza. The victim's last
meal was truffle pizza?

Guess so. I had to check out
all the fancy pizza places in D.C.

Oh, no. Please tell me it
wasn't Ferrini's. I love that place.

It was Ferrini's. They're the only
ones that serve truffles on their pizza.

Yeah. Get this. The manager
recognized Dixon by name.

He was a regular? Restaurant
had to comp his meal...

because he got into a fight with a
waiter by the name of Jonah Hinkle.

Did Hinkle punch
him in the nose?

No. He poured a
beer over his head. Oh.

It's likely Dixon said
the wrong thing then.

If it escalated to violence, it was
probably personal. Well, there he is.

Hinkle is the victim's son.

[Horn Honks]

[Booth] Can you tell me why
you and your dad weren't talking?

There's no records of any phone
calls between the two of you here.

I haven't called him
in at least six months.

Why? 'Cause he was a douche.

I've heard.

Nothing I could do
was ever good enough.

He stopped paying for
my tuition last quarter.

He told me I wouldn't get
through school anyways.

I was too lazy, and it
was a waste of his money.

This is after he
"got honest." Yeah.

No one really wants to know
what you think of them, right?

At least not my family.

My mom got a divorce.
He drove us all away.

So, why was he in your restaurant
the night that he was killed?

He came in to
apologize. [Chuckles]

Out of nowhere.

He said he wished he didn't
hurt me with the things he said,

but... he still meant it.

Some apology. Yeah.

Yeah, I got pissed,
but I overreacted.

I didn't know it was the last
time I was gonna see him.

Was it?

Yeah.

[Sighs] I tried to go home
and see him that night,

but... I didn't go in.

There was a car in
the driveway. Just...

A car? Did you see
who it belonged to?

There was a lady
wearing a neck brace.

He was talking to her in the
doorway, and then she went inside.

I think they were arguing.

Hmm. So, you didn't know her?

No.

Can you tell me what
the car looked like?

Uh, it was a little
red convertible.

It was banged up pretty good,
too, like she was in an accident.

I'd know it if I saw it.

Dr. Brennan, I found
something unusual...

during my microscopic
examination of the bones.

These faint microfractures...

appear in a diagonally
descending pattern,

anterolaterally on
ribs four through eight.

I've seen this type of microfracturing
before... in automobile accidents.

It's caused by the
compression of a taut seat belt.

So then a pattern
on the left rib cage...

indicates that the victim was a
passenger on the right side of the vehicle.

Very good, Mr. Bray.

Dr. Saroyan gave me the
job. Oh! What persuaded her?

I did. I was honest with her
about my... my need and my ability.

Well, why wouldn't you
have done that before?

Because she's my
boss, and I was nervous.

- So you're a coward by nature?
- What? No.

- But you just said...
- Forget it.

You know, Dr. Brennan,
you may not realize it,

but you can be
extremely abrasive.

Oh, no. I-I'm
well aware of that.

[Chuckles]

[Angela] So, I have
something else to tell you,

now that we're just
getting it all out in the open.

Shoot.

When you leave your
socks on during sex,

I feel like I'm making love
to a guy in a nursing home.

[Device Beeps] Is that
a good or a bad thing?

Honey. Hmm.

[Clears Throat] Uh...
[Mock Throat Clearing]

These chips aren't
bone. They're wood.

I-Impossible.

Carbonized wood. Check it out.

I guess that does look a
little like carbonized wood.

Red oak, as a matter of fact.

I-I'm sorry. Who's the king?

Oh, yeah. Um, I'm the king.

I'd be happy to crown you.

- Oh, is that honesty,
or are you just being mean?
- It's tough to tell.

I guess if I'm gonna be honest with
others, I've gotta be honest with myself.

I... I really should've
caught that. It's okay.

You're still part
of the royal family.

Guys, what is
this line right here?

It looks like a nerve fiber.

Oh, my God. This
is a bone implant.

Wait. A wooden bone implant?

Wood and bone are biocompatible,

though these implants are
still considered experimental.

I'm surprised you didn't know that.
So my error is totally understandable.

An error nonetheless.

"Nonetheless" is
strange, like "couth."

Okay. Uh, if the implant
was made of wood,

then why would you
find traces of titanium?

I found nothing
titanium in the soil.

Or on the body. The clavicle
was the only open fracture.

Then the victim must've been
bludgeoned by a titanium weapon.

Wendell ruled that out. For obvious
reasons. Hodgins agreed with me.

Proving that you can both
be wrong as well as childish.

Uh... No. Ah... Shh. Nah.

The rear-end damage is consistent
with the sudden impact required...

to cause microfractures
to the ribs.

Right. The car belongs
to Dorothy Emridge.

Dixon was a passenger in the
accident, about a month ago.

And did he receive
medical attention?

Nah, he refused it on
site, and so did she.

But she later claimed that
she had serious neck injuries.

Why didn't she get help? According to the
reporter, the incident happened at 2:00 a.m.

Right? [Whispering]
She's a married woman.

I think they were
having an affair.

That's not very honest. Shh.
Just let me take care of this.

Mrs. Dorothy Emridge,
correct? Yes, it is.

Were you in a car
accident with Ross Dixon?

Well, you know, these questions,
they're only gonna get harder.

Yes, I was in an
accident with Ross.

See that? Like your group says,
it's always good to tell the truth.

In her case, maybe not.

So, were you and Ross Dixon having
an affair? We were having an affair.

I'm impressed. She's
very forthcoming.

Mr. Dixon's son saw you
arguing with Mr. Dixon...

the night that he was killed.

What were you arguing about?

What was it? You're
having an affair.

It went bad, so you killed him?

I'm not saying another
word till I talk to my lawyer.

I wouldn't either,
if I were you.

What?

Ho. Your attorney
is Burt Iverson, Esq.

[Chuckling] Small world. Yes.

I met Miss Emridge at an
Honesty meeting. We were talking.

She told me about her car accident,
and I offered to represent her.

- Doesn't seem odd to me.
- Describe your neck injury in
as much detail as possible.

No, no, no. Let's forget
the fender bender.

Let's just get
straight to the murder.

I assure you that my client
did not bludgeon Ross Dixon.

Ross was an honest man, right?

What did he do, threaten to tell
your husband about the affair?

That is not what happened.
Let me handle this.

Dorothy had no
motive to hide her affair.

She was already in the process of filing
for divorce when Mr. Dixon was killed.

- And the affair would
mess up the settlement.
- I didn't hurt Ross.

She couldn't have.

Miss Emridge suffered a left laminar
fracture of her sixth cervical vertebra...

as a result of the
automobile accident.

- Oh.
- "Oh" what?

A laminar fracture of the
sixth cervical vertebra...

would certainly impair
her ability to bludgeon.

But I'll need to see
X-rays to confirm.

I have found that it's a real
relief to say what's on your mind.

I can see that. I never would've
gotten the job if I hadn't been honest.

And even Hodgins pointing out my
mistake has made me more careful.

I suppose that's good.

It's liberating. For instance, a week
ago, I never would've felt comfortable...

telling you how acrid I find
your perfume. [Chuckles]

It's not perfume.

It's lotion, and I like it.

[Beeping]

Hello, all. Any more
mistakes, Wendell?

I was just telling Dr. Saroyan
how much more careful I am now.

You know, perhaps it's the monitor, but
you look like a flying squirrel, Hodgins.

Okay. That's it. I don't care
what you do on your own time.

But from now on, unless
we're talking about the evidence,

I do not want to hear one
more honest word in this lab.

Honesty is clearly the
downfall of civilization.

Civility, propriety and
manners are its redeemers.

Understood? [Exhales]

Loud and clear.
You tell 'em, Cam.

So, you went to find
a murder weapon?

Yes. You are in luck.

At first, I was
confused by titanium,

but then I had an idea.

Check this out.

Titanium paint. The monkey bars?

Yep. See, they're steel, right,

but they're coated
in titanium dioxide.

And they were assembled
shortly after Ross Dixon's death.

So they were lying loose
the night of the murder.

If one was missing, it
would look suspicious.

[Wendell] So the killer hid the
murder weapon in plain sight.

I mean, who would think
to look at the monkey bars?

I'll call Booth. We'll need a
warrant to take it all apart.

See you guys
back at the lab. Bye.

Nice. [Chuckles]

Can you see us hanging
out at a place like this?

Yeah.

All three of us.

You know, I know what Cam
means, but I'm glad we talked.

Me too. Yeah?

Oh, hey. Do you think
you can tie my shoe?

Absolutely.

Do the tops of my
feet seem fat to you?

Not at all. These are the
skinniest foot tops I've ever seen.

Hmm.

You wanted to see me? Dorothy
Emridge's attorney dropped off her X-ray.

He wants you to
verify her injury.

And there's also a new policy
in the lab. Well, what's that?

You are the only person who's
allowed to be radically honest,

and that's only
because I can't stop you.

Well, that's too bad. I prefer
everyone speak their minds.

I actually don't care
what you prefer...

because this is my lab,
and I make the rules.

Then perhaps Wendell won't be
able to tell you how ashamed he felt...

that he might have
hurt your feelings...

after you were so generous
to give him the extra work.

He was quite emotional.

- Really?
- Yes.

Although, I told him that I also
find your lotion to be a bit pungent.

This is, indeed, a
left laminar fracture...

of the sixth cervical vertebra.

That's what we need to know.

- But this... this isn't
Dorothy Emridge's neck.
- It isn't?

The pointed mental
protuberance...

suggests this
woman is Caucasian.

Dorothy Emridge
is African-American.

This X-ray belongs to another
woman? I'm certain it does.

So the honest lawyer lied to us.

I'll tell Booth.

[Sniffs]

I like it.

Did you bring back those X-rays?
I'll be needing them for court.

Oh, no. We'll be keeping them.

Don't worry. We're not gonna be
using them to file a fraudulent lawsuit.

[Chuckling] What
are you talking about?

Those X-rays do not
belong to Dorothy Emridge.

- That's ridiculous.
- Dorothy wasn't injured
in that accident.

You promised her a big
settlement if she played along.

I was just basing my case
on the information I was given.

Ross Dixon found out from
Dorothy what you were planning to do.

And since, hey, he
was an honest guy,

he was gonna tell the
truth and, uh, expose you.

You would've been disbarred.

You see here? I have a list of injury
cases that you filed with the court.

My guess is,

you knew you were gonna do
some jail time, so you killed him.

- That's pure speculation.
- No, we have proof.

You wiped it clean...

- But your fingerprints are
on the inside of the pipe.
- Inside.

- You see, there's no such thing
as an honest lawyer, Bones.
- As I suspected.

Hey, look, these honesty people
tell more lies than the average bear.

Well, upon what criteria are you
determining that the bear is average?

How many lies he
tells. [Chuckling] What?

[Chuckling]

Mr. Bray told me
that I'm abrasive.

Do you agree with that?

Oh, you speak from
the heart, Bones.

It-It makes you... you.

You're just saying that
to protect my feelings.

Oh, I know where this
is heading. I really...

Well, now that we've
solved the case,

you promised that you
would give me an example.

An example of when I
lied to you. I got it. All right.

Fine. Okay, do you remember
when I broke up with Hannah?

- Of course. That was very recently.
- Well, I didn't lie to you.

I just didn't tell you how much it
meant to me that you were there for me.

It meant the world to me.

But you didn't tell me,
so you lied by omission.

Well, you didn't ask me.
Therefore, I didn't tell you.

I'm an exceptional
partner. Yes, you are.

Why is it so difficult to tell
me something I already know?

It's hard to explain.

Some things are
better left unsaid.

To things that we don't say.

Did you hear what happened to
the clown? No. What happened?

Violating parole. Did...
Did he go to prison?

Five to seven years. That is
one more clown off the street.

Ain't that the
truth! Hey! [Laughs]

What's that mean?

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