Bones (2005–2017): Season 6, Episode 9 - The Doctor in the Photo - full transcript
Brennan gets a glimpse into her own life when the body of a brilliant and career-driven surgeon is found in a rough neighborhood with multiple fractures in her skull and no indication as to how or why she was there. While the team investigates the case objectively, Brennan struggles to separate her own life from the victim's as she perceives many parallels between them the more she learns about the victim's past. Meanwhile, evidence found at the crime scene brings the team closer to solving the case, but it's Brennan's unique perspective that propels her to retrace the final events of the victim's life. With the reassurance of a new friend and Jeffersonian security guard, Micah Leggat, Brennan makes a discovery about herself and learns a lesson about taking chances.
♪ ♪
♪ You say I woke up ♪
♪ To everyone who's ever admit ♪
♪ I worried for you at last ♪
- ♪ I don't want anyone else... ♪
- I-I can't imagine going from
being a woman to being a mom.
When Parker was born,
everything changed
in my life-- everything.
Like what?
Well, "everything."
"Everything" means "everything."
Temperance, this
is delicious.
The Garbanzo Palau is in honor
of your time in Afghanistan.
Garbanzos are also very good
for pregnancy.
The B6 will help
with your morning sickness.
Oh, well, I'll let you know
about that tomorrow.
Watch this. Okay,
Bones, do your thing.
Here we go.
Okay.
Pelvic diameter
indicates female;
with strong muscle attachments,
suggesting free-range.
Hairline fracture
to the tibiatarsus,
indicating that she struggled
as her feet were restrained,
prior to her head being severed.
Retch.
Thank you for waiting
until after we ate
to show us that trick, Booth.
Oh.
Uh-oh. Looks
like someone
besides this chicken
got murdered.
Booth.
Brennan.
Woodland is some creepy
neighborhood.
Yeah, when someone dies
around here,
- it's 90% gang-related.
- Is that an actual statistic,
or one of your
illustrative descriptions?
Definitely the second one;
definitely the second.
The tree actually grew
through the victim.
Oh, ho!
Cornus florida, more commonly
known as the flowering dogwood.
Okay, well how long does it
take for the roots of a tree
to grow through a skull?
A hundred years?
Well, the modern zipper
was invented in 1913.
The skeleton is
still articulated,
so she hasn't been here
longer than two years.
She?
Yes, it's a female.
one week on the surface equals
about eight weeks
in a shallow grave.
I'd estimate
three weeks to one year?
Okay, bug-boy,
you're up! Find a bug
and tell me time of death.
No can do.
Carrion-feeding insects
have less access
to bodies underground. But...
there could be
some evidence
in the growth patterns
of the tree
that could tell us
when she was buried here.
You mean, when it might have
been buried fertilized?
Okay, that's it!
Tree back to the lab.
I get it.
They're not going
to like this one.
High, narrow nasal route
Caucasian.
Yeah, it's Booth.
Listen, I need
a 24-foot flatbed.
I got to transport a tree.
Yeah, that's right,
a tree: T-R-E-E.
Excellent dental work.
Expensive.
Oh, a rich white woman.
She would have stood out in this
neighborhood like a lighthouse.
I estimate height
at 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall.
Between five-foot-eight
and five-foot-nine.
Athletic, well-muscled.
Let's estimate weight at...
63 kilograms.
140 pounds.
Right.
So basically the same height
and weight as you,
huh, Bones?
Oh!
Oh, what?
Nothing.
♪ Bones 6x09 ♪
The Doctor in the Photo
Original Air Date on December 9, 2010
♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
God! That garbanzo thing
totally worked.
I mean, if you want to be
in charge of my nutrition
for the entire pregnancy,
you've got the job.
Except I do need pastries,
a lot of pastries.
Sugar stresses your pancreas.
Okay. You are not really here.
So what's the story,
morning glory?
I don't know
what that means.
It means you're behaving
strangely,
and I'm... I'm asking you why.
The victim.
Does she remind you of anyone?
Sweetie,
when you describe people
in generalities,
like age and size,
it fits a lot of people.
Your dolphin ring.
So what?
It's not mine.
It's the victim's.
Oh. Okay, well,
granted, that is...
that is a little bit freaky,
but...
I mean, technically,
a lot of people like dolphins.
And unless you get
your jewelry custom made,
there could be
hundreds of people
wearing what I'm wearing
right now.
You're making sense.
Okay.
There's a longitudinal fracture
to the right temporal bone.
Cause of death?
Yes. Deep enough to
suggest a fatal blow.
Severe nightstick fracture
to the left ulna,
suggesting the victim raised
her arms in a defensive posture.
She was beaten to death.
Fits the neighborhood.
I removed this
from the remains
last night.
I noted it
in the evidence log,
but I forgot to hand it over.
It's not like you,
to forget things.
The ring is unlikely
to be probative evidence
in a murder charge.
Well, it might help us with identification.
This looks really familiar.
Angela says it's a very common
piece of jewelry.
Notice the bony growths on
the third and fourth fingers--
media phalanges.
Occupational markers?
Yes.
Usually caused by using tools
in this manner.
Seamstress?
Some kind of artist?
I bet you and I
both have that same occupational
marker on our fingers.
We should add
medical professional
to the list of
possibilities.
Have you found anything
interesting, Dr. Hodgins?
There's something funky
about the leaves.
"Funky" means bad-smelling
or, when applied to music,
marked by an earthy,
bluesy quality.
In this case,
funky means weird.
Meanwhile, look at this.
The rings correspond to seasons.
Now, wide rings develop
during a tree's growing season.
When the tree gets maximum nutrients.
Right.
And the skinny rings
develop during the winter,
when a tree grows
more slowly.
But note here,
two wide rings in a row;
suggesting that last winter,
this tree was
particularly well-fed.
The victim's decomposing body.
Yes. Which brings us
to the roots.
This root was
probably damaged
when the body was buried,
about 11 months ago.
Last November.
It gets you every single time.
The "slow clap."
You get misty.
That holds no meaning for me.
You know,
like in the movies,
when the hero... he, uh, takes
some sort of a big chance.
Makes a speech, stands
up to authority...
The old guy gets up;
he starts clapping.
Really slow at first,
and then everybody joins in.
The "slow clap."
Have you IDed the victim yet?
Aw, the description was too general.
Yes, even though
Cam and I discovered that
she was very likely a surgeon.
How's that?
Occupational markers
on the phalanges.
Uh, a surgeon named
Dr. Lauren Eames disappeared
last November.
I checked Bing.
D.C. Metro missing persons
investigated.
The case went cold;
it didn't go anywhere.
How can that be?
The woman was a surgeon.
Single, no kids.
Outside of people at work,
there was no one
to miss her.
I brought along
Lauren's schedule
for the six months
before she died;
her case load, her interns.
It's everything I can provide
without contravening
patient confidentiality.
Dr. Eames have any enemies?
No. Lauren was not
a woman of passion.
Some residents complained
they were overworked
and underappreciated,
but nothing out of the ordinary.
Like you and your squinterns
there, eh, Bones?
No, I appreciate them.
Right. So what about
her personal life?
Look at her schedule.
Lauren didn't have any
time for a personal life.
Rumors, nothing?
The Transplant Services
Helicopter Team.
Sounds scandalous.
I heard the pilot
had a thing for Lauren.
Unrequited. Lots of
sexual tension.
Got a name?
Chris Markham.
What are these, please?
Dr. Eames' case files.
She dictated them
for transcription.
I thought maybe if you
heard her voice...
Why? It's the content
that matters,
not the tone of voice.
Lauren was the best
cardiac surgeon
on the Eastern Seaboard.
I find that hard to believe.
Why?
We-e...
We didn't hear about it.
- Excuse me?
- Well, Dr. Brennan just wonders
why someone of that importance
could just disappear...
So... so quietly.
"I will show you fear
in a handful of dust."
T.S. Eliot.
We don't actually fear death;
we fear that...
that no one will
notice our absence;
that we will disappear
without a trace.
That sounds correct.
What is this?
Dr. Eames' photo ID.
I-I-I-I-I really must
get back to the hospital.
All right. I'll show you
to the elevator.
Booth!
Mm-hmm.
Does this look like
anyone to you?
Um, she looks nice,
but no, no one I know.
You're in a big hurry, Bones.
You all right?
I, um... I have a lot of
questions, that's all.
Burning the
midnight oil, Doc?
Hello, Micah.
You awake because you're
intellectually invigorated
or because
you're worried?
I am awake because
I can't sleep.
I'm having trouble
being objective
regarding this case.
I attended this lecture where
this philosopher guy says
that for something
to be objective,
it must be separate
from the mind,
and nothing is separate
from the mind--
ergo, ipso facto, Colombo, Oreo.
Not all of that was
real Latin, Micah.
Maybe, for a little change,
you could try solving a case
without being objective.
No, if there's no such thing
as objectivity,
then there's no such thing
as measurement,
which means that empiricism
is meaningless.
I only attended one lecture
on the subject, Doc.
It doesn't make me an expert.
Patient is Abigail Anker--
A-N-K-E-R.
Date of birth 10/14/1996.
Medical record 19846.
Cardiothoracic surgeon
Dr. John Frank.
I was called in to consult.
14-year-old female
with Down syndrome,
complex heart disease
consisting of
atrioventricular septal defect.
Pulmonary atresia...
♪ I want to be wild
and bold enough ♪
♪ To run with you, my baby ♪
♪ I want to skip time,
lay the hours aside ♪
♪ And stay with you, my baby ♪
♪ But, oh, if I look down now ♪
♪ Will I fall? ♪
♪ And what if
the water's cold? ♪
...further discussion
at the Cardiothoracic Surgery
Case Conference in Atlanta.
Speaking of which,
will somebody please remind me
to buy a damn ticket?
You laughing
because you figured
something out?
Uh...
Will you listen
to this?
That's, that's
very strange.
I-I find I'm very glad
to hear you say that.
It's like a voice
beyond the grave.
Like my voice?
Very similar, yeah.
It sounds
exactly
like my voice.
She is me.
She isn't you.
She's her
and you're you.
You're alive
and she's dead.
Ergo, ipso facto,
Colombo, Oreo.
Those last two words-- one
is the capital of Sri Lanka
and the other
is... a cookie.
It sounds like Latin.
I-I see,
you're illustrating the fact
that something can sound
like something
and not actually be
that something.
Well, you're giving me
way too much credit, Doc.
What happened to her?
Um...
See these, these cuts
on the edge of the ribs?
Stabbed?
Yes, but the ribs were
healing at her time of death.
So that's not what killed her?
No.
No, she was almost certainly
killed by a blow to the head.
How long
after she was stabbed?
Four to six months.
And in that time,
no one at work mentioned
that she was walking around
groaning and bleeding?
Some people are very adept
at keeping their pain hidden.
I guess I always figured
that Lauren just up and went,
you know, took off to Africa
or Iraq or something.
She'd do something like that
without telling you?
Lauren always followed
her own kind of logic.
You couldn't ask any of her friends?
If she had friends
I didn't know any of 'em.
What the hell
was Lauren doing
in Woodland?
It appears the victim
was stabbed
on her right
side perhaps
a year or so ago.
When did you find that out?
Last night-- I'm sorry,
I forgot, I forgot to tell you.
She was stabbed?
Yes.
Lauren told me
that she broke a couple ribs
falling off a bicycle.
Can you think
of any problems
she was having
that could get
her stabbed?
No,
no, not really.
She had some kind of an argument
with the father
of one of her transplant kids.
I think
his name was Darcy,
Dorsey, something like that.
You think he stabbed her?
Can't you just check
with emergency rooms?
She would have been capable of
stitching the wound herself.
Why?
I mean, why would Lauren get
stabbed and then not report it?
Well, usually when a woman
doesn't report an assault,
it's a domestic.
Lauren wasn't married,
and she didn't have a boyfriend.
You weren't her boyfriend?
No.
Oh, okay, I
see, you wanted
to get
a little bit more
there with Lauren Eames,
and she turned you down.
Every time.
Maybe she was right.
We're polar opposites, but, man,
I could swear I saw in her eyes
that she wanted more,
an-and then she was just gone.
It's a myth that a
person's intentions
and desires can be
seen in the eyes.
Look in my eyes.
Is that a myth?
Okay, you know what?
Stop making crazy eyes
at my partner here.
It's not making
your case any good.
Let's go,
Bones, come on.
Sam Dworsky is an eight-year-old
with severe hypoplastic
left heart syndrome
who presented with cyanosis
and tachycardia at Metro Clinic.
Dworsky--
that could be the patient
to whom the pilot was referring.
Parents can be
extremely irrational
when their children's lives
are at stake.
I'm sure you've
got a reason
for not giving them
what they wanted.
Why are you
spying on me?
Whoa, no, Dr. Brennan,
I was just waiting here
so as not to startle you.
Did Booth call you?
Would it bother you if he did?
Of course.
Doesn't anybody know me at all?
I think
we know you
as much as you'll allow.
You're a very private person
and we respect that,
but it has been mentioned
to me several times
by Booth and Dr. Saroyan
and Angela
that you seem to be
particularly distressed
by this case.
Uh, would you like
to discuss any of it with me?
Is that the victim?
What do you see?
What do you want me to see?
Sweets, she-she's
exactly like me.
I mean, look,
she is me.
Yeah, I see.
You do?
Because, because Booth didn't.
What I see is that you're
overidentifying with the victim.
Brilliant
scientist,
unmarried, without children,
consumed by her work.
You can't help but draw
parallels to your own life.
The victim was afraid
of a man named Dworsky.
D-W-O-R-S-K-Y.
Will you tell Booth that?
Yeah, I'll tell him.
Okay.
Medical record 20381.
This represents the particulates
I found in the head wound--
soil from the burial mostly,
the victim's own hair,
but this is
interesting.
Epoxy colophony?
Isn't that found in tree sap?
Yes, yellow sap, to be precise.
From the tree?
No, Cornus florida--
dogwood-- is hardwood.
Epoxy colophony comes from pine
trees, which, mixed with this--
polymethyl methacrylate...
I come up with a manufactured
reflective coating.
So, the victim
was bludgeoned
with a reflective surface.
Booth is ready to talk
with our prime suspect now.
Good work, Hodgins.
That's Mike Dworsky?
Yeah, that's him.
You know, I checked his
record, but it's pretty clean.
Well, according to the victim,
he has a very bad temper.
You know, I wish
you hadn't gotten Sweets
to come and talk to me.
Come on, I'm a meddlesome
kind of a guy.
Dworsky,
Mr. Dworsky.
FBI, Special
Agent Booth.
This here is my
associate Dr. Brennan.
I don't care who you are.
You park in this zone,
you get towed.
That's not my car. We're here to
ask you about Dr. Lauren Eames.
That's water under the bridge.
My son's doing fine,
no thanks to her.
No hard feelings neither.
No hard feelings
about what?
A donor heart came up--
perfect match for my boy--
and Dr. Eames-- she said no.
Well, according
to her transcripts,
he had a severe
respiratory infection
brought on
by pleural effusion.
He had a cold, and for that,
she said no to a new heart.
It was
a rational decision.
Well, I'll give you that.
The woman is rational.
I'll tell you
what else--
if she suddenly or
rationally decided that
there were too many people
in the world,
she'd unleash a plague.
You're saying
she was cold-hearted?
Like Antarctica.
What do you
mean "was"?
Someone beat her to death with
something exactly like this.
Bones, what are you doing?
It's, it's not like you
to pick up something
that could be evidence.
I want a lawyer.
Charlie Whaling.
Primary care physician--
Dr. Megan Rasmussen.
Megan keeps trying to set me up
with her son
the drooling magpie,
if you can believe it.
People assume that when you are
alone, you must be lonely.
Like most assumptions,
it's erroneous.
Did you hear what I said
about Charlie?
Yes.
You seem distracted.
It's important.
I met Chris Markham,
your helicopter pilot.
I'm not sure
you can call Chris mine.
My biggest regret
is not accepting
what Chris offered me.
He asked me to look
into his eyes, and...
although it's not rational, I...
I believe I perceived pain.
We both know that
it's a sentimental myth
that emotions can be seen
in the eyes.
Charlie Whaling, nine years old,
presented
with a subarachnoid hemorrhage
after automobile collision.
Emergency HCT showed extensive
damage around the aneurysm,
which had thrombosed.
He rapidly deteriorated
to a point
of complete expressive aphasia
and right hemiplegia.
Brain-dead?
Yes.
So, he required life support?
But my pleas to his family
to give up his organs
went unheeded.
Musing out loud.
In the nine years
that we've known each other,
I've never heard
you do that before.
Actually...
Micah, I was having
a conversation with the victim.
I ask her questions, and...
she answers.
Tell you what, Doc.
Don't be mentioning that
to anybody else but me, okay?
Why?
'Cause, uh,
they'll think you've gone nuts.
Do you think I've gone nuts?
People often report,
in times of great stress,
they hear a voice telling them
what to do.
"Jump!" "Don't walk
down that alley!"
Like that. Like intuition.
I don't believe in intuition.
Well, maybe that's why
your brain is resorting
to talking to you directly.
I went to this lecture
where this neurosurgeon said
that we understand
the dark side of the moon
better than our own brains.
Do you attend every lecture
the Jeffersonian puts on?
Hell, yes.
What, you think I took this job
for the hours
and the health benefits?
So, Dworsky has an alibi?
Yeah. Tell you,
the killer had to have buried
Lauren Eames in that park.
It had to have been in the
middle of the night. Yes.
He would have been visible
to traffic during the day.
Yeah, the whole
month of November,
Dworsky was with
his-his son,
you know, at-at
the hospital.
And I have a better suspect.
Who?
Well, canvassing the area
for witnesses, the city cops
heard about a woman matching
Dr. Eames' description
getting stabbed.
By whom?
Oh, a drug dealer
who, uh,
works a corner
about a block
and a half
from where
her remains were found.
Guy is coming into the FBI.
I'm gonna question him
in about a half an hour,
if you want to be there
when I question him.
Hey, I got news.
Oh, tell Bones.
So, remember the funky leaves?
I found concentrations
of noscopine
and papavarine
in the root system.
Opiates.
Yeah.
So maybe the victim
was a drug addict.
Lauren was not a drug user.
Okay. I mean, we can check
the bone density test.
If you think it's necessary.
I'm going
to the FBI.
Thank you.
I don't remember
stabbing nobody.
Okay, let me
refresh your memory.
It was the same woman
you killed six months ago
and then buried under a tree.
Okay, let's just be clear.
It's her
we're talking about, right?
See?
Booth, I told you,
it's not her.
He's not shaking his head
because it's not Lauren Eames.
He's shaking his head
because he wants us
to know he didn't do it.
But what he doesn't know
is that we have a witness
to the stabbing.
And Dr. Brennan here
can tie you
to the dead body through DNA,
and a bunch of other
scientific stuff.
You know what?
This conversation--
there's nothing in it for me,
man, so...
Okay, fine. We're done.
I got you for murder.
It's been a long day.
I'm tired.
You want to go home? I'm tired.
Yes, I'm very tired.
Okay, wait, wait, look!
Look, I didn't stab her, man.
I... I gave
her a poke
to make her go away.
Why was she even talking to you?
There's only
one reason
rich white people like you come
to Woodland.
Oh, she was looking
to score?
No. No, he's lying.
That's not possible.
Look, man, I turned her down.
You turned down a sale?
She was
negotiating price.
I don't do that, man.
I gave her a little poke
to motivate her home.
That was the last you saw her?
Till you showed me
that picture, yeah.
No, she had a T score over two.
An opiate-user would score
a point eight, maximum.
Ergo, Ipso-Facto, Colombo, Oreo,
she didn't have a drug problem.
What?! That-that's
not even Latin.
I mean, all your bone density
test proves is
that she wasn't
a habitual drug user.
I don't like it
when you two argue.
We're not arguing.
Yes, we are. I'm saying that
the victim wasn't a drug addict.
Well, maybe someone shot her up
with heroin before killing her.
Yes. See?
Thanks for eavesdropping.
Bones, why are you
taking this so personally?
I mean, you're acting as though
you're the one who's being
accused of taking drugs.
Temperance, are you all right?
Yes, of course.
I-I'm just tired. I, um...
I haven't slept
in a couple of nights. Uh...
I apologize.
How did the opiates get
into the tree?
Dr. Brennan?
Well, it's good
to get an insight
into the victim,
but I'm not certain
that this line of inquiry
leads directly to her murderer.
I...
I feel like it will.
Okay.
It's a little weird
that you said that,
- sweetie, but it's good.
- Good?
If I said something like
that, she'd rip my head off.
Can't we take a few
minutes to delve here?
Okay, all right, uh,
only three factors affect
tree growth-- sun,
water and soil
nutrients.
Nutrients, as in
Lauren Eames.
Well, there are
multiple drug houses
around that park.
Maybe it was some kind
of runoff?
Even if every junkie
in the neighborhood peed
on that tree,
it wouldn't be enough.
What if she was carrying?
Yeah, but if she was carrying,
the dealer or the junkie
that killed her
would have taken the drugs.
Not if he didn't know
about them.
So then, the drug dealer
didn't kill her.
You should test the clothing.
No. Why would a
heart surgeon
be carrying
heroin?
Maybe she loved a junkie.
You don't help a junkie
by getting
them drugs.
Purple. It's heroin.
No.
It could be morphine.
It would make more sense
if she had morphine.
Why would she buy heroin
if she had access to morphine?
Why did you buy heroin?
Well,
who were you buying it for?
Is that who hit you
over the head?
What makes you think
I was struck over the head?
Well, your skull is fractured.
There's more than one way
for a head to get cracked.
You fell?
A slight compression fracture
here on the C-4.
You fell with the full force
of your weight onto your head.
You... You were thrown?
Anything new?
It wasn't a weapon.
She was thrown bodily
onto something
approximately ten centimeters
with a reflective surface.
By the power vested in me
by the Jeffersonian Institution,
I declare you sleep-deprived.
There's a cab waiting to
take you home to bed, hmm?
Do you really have that power?
I saw this lecture where
this New Age guru type said
the only power
people exert over us
is the power
we allow them to exert.
That's incredibly stupid.
I agree.
You wave a gun in my
face, you got power,
whether I like
it or not.
How-how come I understand
every word you say? Always?
I don't have that
with anybody else.
Sometimes I just hear... noise.
Well, I guess I've
been here so long,
I speak the secret language
of the Jeffersonian, huh?
Come on, let's
get you home.
So, I have some psychological
insights into the victim.
Okay.
Really?
Well, oh... I didn't
expect you to say yes.
Um, I went over the victim's
employment file,
including the results
of some psychological tests.
I don't see Lauren Eames
going in for counseling.
No. It was mandatory.
After she lost
a couple of young patients.
Dr. Lauren Eames
was highly controlling.
Now, that kind of mindset
can be extremely difficult
for someone who deals with death
on a daily basis.
It was very
stressful.
Now, she dealt with
the stress in two ways.
A) She became logical
to the extreme.
B) She detached herself.
Detached?
Yeah, emotionally. She
made herself not care.
Okay, in order for her
to stop feeling nothing,
she began behaving erratically.
Like picking fights
with the drug dealer?
Yes, and eventually,
she got what she wanted.
Suicide by murder.
And I should accept your theory
based on what?
Over and over again,
I've proven to you
that I'm good at what I do.
So, please, explain to me
how it is rational in any way
for you to disregard
what I say?
So now I'm the one
behaving irrationally?
So that I can feel something?
You-you want to stab me?
No.
Dr. Brennan, I consider you
one of my closest friends.
You're not alone
in this world.
It's one of the many ways
you're different
from Dr. Lauren Eames.
I-I... I need to go. I...
I will consider what you said.
Lauren wanted to be killed?
Is it possible
that she put herself
into dangerous situations
on purpose,
out of despair?
Yeah.
Sometimes
she did this thing...
Twice, we were flying hearts out
for transplants.
Once to Baltimore,
once to Newark.
We didn't make it in time.
The children died.
It upset Dr. Eames?
Not that you could see.
I mean, she shrugged it off,
but both times,
once we got up in the air,
she opened the door,
she undid the seat belt,
and then just kind of
hung out, looked at me.
Looked at you how?
Like she was daring me
to tip the helicopter
and topple her out.
What did you do?
I tilted the other way,
so she'd fall
inside the aircraft.
God, I'd have been good for her.
She should have
given me a chance.
Should have given us the chance.
And you look at the
way things turned out,
what did she have to lose?
Nothing.
She had nothing to lose.
She knew that.
It was her biggest regret.
Thank you.
There's nothing left for me to
discover from the hard evidence.
Well, that's the whole problem
with being an empiricist, right?
What is?
Eventually,
you run out of things to measure
and smell and count.
No. There is such a thing
as objective measurement, Micah.
There is such a thing
as actual truth.
I heard one
of these lectures
about an experiment where they
give guys a pair of glasses
that make them see
the whole world upside down.
But after three days,
guess what?
They see everything
right side up.
And then they take off
their glasses,
and they see everything
upside down again.
For three days.
And then, eureka!
Back to normal.
Yes, it takes the brain three days to adapt.
Well, it seems to me
you can't trust a brain
that can't make up its mind
about something as basic
as which way is up.
What-what else did you learn
in that lecture?
That there's no such
thing as objectivity.
That we're all just interpreting
signals from the universe
and trying
to make sense of them.
Signals from the universe.
Dim, shaky, weak,
staticky, little signals
that only hint at the complexity
of a universe that we cannot
begin to comprehend.
But that's what the
lecture said, anyway.
Signals...
From the universe.
Charlie Whaling, nine years old,
presented
with a subarachnoid hemorrhage
after automobile collision.
Emergency HCT
showed extensive damage
around the aneurysm,
which had thrombosed.
He rapidly deteriorated
to the point
of complete expressive aphasia
and right hemiplegia.
Whaling family has yet
to update organ donation status.
Charlie Whaling was brain-dead.
You wanted his heart
for Sam Dworsky.
Where did Charlie's parents
live?
1255B Franklin Street,
in Woodland.
Bones!
Bones, what are
you doing here?
What are you doing?
I don't know.
Following you
to a bad part of town
and saving your life.
You know, the usual.
Your turn.
Lauren came to Woodland
to beg the family
of a brain-dead boy
to give his heart
to Sam Dworsky.
Oh. So, what? They... they were
the ones that killed her?
No, Booth.
No. When Lauren was really
disappointed or upset,
it's like Sweets said.
She couldn't handle
the intense emotion,
so she'd do something dangerous.
Right. Like coming here
in the middle of the night?
I'm not her.
We're, we're not the
same person at all.
It's just the universe turned
upside down for three days.
What happened to her?
She bought the heroin
for the danger of it.
To feel something.
She put it in her pocket.
She got hit by a car.
Just like I almost did.
The impact explains
the defensive wounds.
She struck her head
over there.
So it was the driver
that buried her in the park.
I can't prove any of this.
I know.
But do you still believe me?
Yeah. Of course I do.
All right? Let me take you home.
Come on.
Maybe you just need
a couple days off.
I'm all right now.
Except I...
I made a mistake.
No. I told you my opinion.
I mean, you got it right.
Not everything.
She died with regrets.
Come on, Bones.
Everybody has regrets.
I heard her, you know?
Micah says that
all we get are these...
dim, staticky messages
from the universe.
Who is this Micah guy?
The night watchman.
But he attends
a lot of lectures.
Anyway, the point is,
she never gave
him a chance.
Micah?
No. No. The helicopter pilot.
He offered himself to her,
but she never
gave him a chance.
That was her regret.
I got the signal, Booth.
I don't want
to have any regrets.
Um...
I'm with someone.
Bones.
And, uh, Hannah? She's
not a consolation prize.
I love her.
You know, the last thing
I want to do is hurt you,
but those are the facts.
I understand.
I missed my chance.
My whole world
turned upside down.
I can adjust.
I did.
Yes, you did.
Do you want me to,
uh, to call someone
to be with you, or...?
No, I'm fine alone.
Thanks.
How'd it work out?
I listened to the universe.
I felt something.
I'm sad.
That's so much
better than dead.
Or even dead inside.
You hear that in a lecture?
I got my own story,
Dr. Brennan.
Just like you.
Just like everybody.
I got my own sad story.
♪ ♪
Three days.
Three days for the world
to turn right side up again.
♪ You say I woke up ♪
♪ To everyone who's ever admit ♪
♪ I worried for you at last ♪
- ♪ I don't want anyone else... ♪
- I-I can't imagine going from
being a woman to being a mom.
When Parker was born,
everything changed
in my life-- everything.
Like what?
Well, "everything."
"Everything" means "everything."
Temperance, this
is delicious.
The Garbanzo Palau is in honor
of your time in Afghanistan.
Garbanzos are also very good
for pregnancy.
The B6 will help
with your morning sickness.
Oh, well, I'll let you know
about that tomorrow.
Watch this. Okay,
Bones, do your thing.
Here we go.
Okay.
Pelvic diameter
indicates female;
with strong muscle attachments,
suggesting free-range.
Hairline fracture
to the tibiatarsus,
indicating that she struggled
as her feet were restrained,
prior to her head being severed.
Retch.
Thank you for waiting
until after we ate
to show us that trick, Booth.
Oh.
Uh-oh. Looks
like someone
besides this chicken
got murdered.
Booth.
Brennan.
Woodland is some creepy
neighborhood.
Yeah, when someone dies
around here,
- it's 90% gang-related.
- Is that an actual statistic,
or one of your
illustrative descriptions?
Definitely the second one;
definitely the second.
The tree actually grew
through the victim.
Oh, ho!
Cornus florida, more commonly
known as the flowering dogwood.
Okay, well how long does it
take for the roots of a tree
to grow through a skull?
A hundred years?
Well, the modern zipper
was invented in 1913.
The skeleton is
still articulated,
so she hasn't been here
longer than two years.
She?
Yes, it's a female.
one week on the surface equals
about eight weeks
in a shallow grave.
I'd estimate
three weeks to one year?
Okay, bug-boy,
you're up! Find a bug
and tell me time of death.
No can do.
Carrion-feeding insects
have less access
to bodies underground. But...
there could be
some evidence
in the growth patterns
of the tree
that could tell us
when she was buried here.
You mean, when it might have
been buried fertilized?
Okay, that's it!
Tree back to the lab.
I get it.
They're not going
to like this one.
High, narrow nasal route
Caucasian.
Yeah, it's Booth.
Listen, I need
a 24-foot flatbed.
I got to transport a tree.
Yeah, that's right,
a tree: T-R-E-E.
Excellent dental work.
Expensive.
Oh, a rich white woman.
She would have stood out in this
neighborhood like a lighthouse.
I estimate height
at 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall.
Between five-foot-eight
and five-foot-nine.
Athletic, well-muscled.
Let's estimate weight at...
63 kilograms.
140 pounds.
Right.
So basically the same height
and weight as you,
huh, Bones?
Oh!
Oh, what?
Nothing.
♪ Bones 6x09 ♪
The Doctor in the Photo
Original Air Date on December 9, 2010
♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
God! That garbanzo thing
totally worked.
I mean, if you want to be
in charge of my nutrition
for the entire pregnancy,
you've got the job.
Except I do need pastries,
a lot of pastries.
Sugar stresses your pancreas.
Okay. You are not really here.
So what's the story,
morning glory?
I don't know
what that means.
It means you're behaving
strangely,
and I'm... I'm asking you why.
The victim.
Does she remind you of anyone?
Sweetie,
when you describe people
in generalities,
like age and size,
it fits a lot of people.
Your dolphin ring.
So what?
It's not mine.
It's the victim's.
Oh. Okay, well,
granted, that is...
that is a little bit freaky,
but...
I mean, technically,
a lot of people like dolphins.
And unless you get
your jewelry custom made,
there could be
hundreds of people
wearing what I'm wearing
right now.
You're making sense.
Okay.
There's a longitudinal fracture
to the right temporal bone.
Cause of death?
Yes. Deep enough to
suggest a fatal blow.
Severe nightstick fracture
to the left ulna,
suggesting the victim raised
her arms in a defensive posture.
She was beaten to death.
Fits the neighborhood.
I removed this
from the remains
last night.
I noted it
in the evidence log,
but I forgot to hand it over.
It's not like you,
to forget things.
The ring is unlikely
to be probative evidence
in a murder charge.
Well, it might help us with identification.
This looks really familiar.
Angela says it's a very common
piece of jewelry.
Notice the bony growths on
the third and fourth fingers--
media phalanges.
Occupational markers?
Yes.
Usually caused by using tools
in this manner.
Seamstress?
Some kind of artist?
I bet you and I
both have that same occupational
marker on our fingers.
We should add
medical professional
to the list of
possibilities.
Have you found anything
interesting, Dr. Hodgins?
There's something funky
about the leaves.
"Funky" means bad-smelling
or, when applied to music,
marked by an earthy,
bluesy quality.
In this case,
funky means weird.
Meanwhile, look at this.
The rings correspond to seasons.
Now, wide rings develop
during a tree's growing season.
When the tree gets maximum nutrients.
Right.
And the skinny rings
develop during the winter,
when a tree grows
more slowly.
But note here,
two wide rings in a row;
suggesting that last winter,
this tree was
particularly well-fed.
The victim's decomposing body.
Yes. Which brings us
to the roots.
This root was
probably damaged
when the body was buried,
about 11 months ago.
Last November.
It gets you every single time.
The "slow clap."
You get misty.
That holds no meaning for me.
You know,
like in the movies,
when the hero... he, uh, takes
some sort of a big chance.
Makes a speech, stands
up to authority...
The old guy gets up;
he starts clapping.
Really slow at first,
and then everybody joins in.
The "slow clap."
Have you IDed the victim yet?
Aw, the description was too general.
Yes, even though
Cam and I discovered that
she was very likely a surgeon.
How's that?
Occupational markers
on the phalanges.
Uh, a surgeon named
Dr. Lauren Eames disappeared
last November.
I checked Bing.
D.C. Metro missing persons
investigated.
The case went cold;
it didn't go anywhere.
How can that be?
The woman was a surgeon.
Single, no kids.
Outside of people at work,
there was no one
to miss her.
I brought along
Lauren's schedule
for the six months
before she died;
her case load, her interns.
It's everything I can provide
without contravening
patient confidentiality.
Dr. Eames have any enemies?
No. Lauren was not
a woman of passion.
Some residents complained
they were overworked
and underappreciated,
but nothing out of the ordinary.
Like you and your squinterns
there, eh, Bones?
No, I appreciate them.
Right. So what about
her personal life?
Look at her schedule.
Lauren didn't have any
time for a personal life.
Rumors, nothing?
The Transplant Services
Helicopter Team.
Sounds scandalous.
I heard the pilot
had a thing for Lauren.
Unrequited. Lots of
sexual tension.
Got a name?
Chris Markham.
What are these, please?
Dr. Eames' case files.
She dictated them
for transcription.
I thought maybe if you
heard her voice...
Why? It's the content
that matters,
not the tone of voice.
Lauren was the best
cardiac surgeon
on the Eastern Seaboard.
I find that hard to believe.
Why?
We-e...
We didn't hear about it.
- Excuse me?
- Well, Dr. Brennan just wonders
why someone of that importance
could just disappear...
So... so quietly.
"I will show you fear
in a handful of dust."
T.S. Eliot.
We don't actually fear death;
we fear that...
that no one will
notice our absence;
that we will disappear
without a trace.
That sounds correct.
What is this?
Dr. Eames' photo ID.
I-I-I-I-I really must
get back to the hospital.
All right. I'll show you
to the elevator.
Booth!
Mm-hmm.
Does this look like
anyone to you?
Um, she looks nice,
but no, no one I know.
You're in a big hurry, Bones.
You all right?
I, um... I have a lot of
questions, that's all.
Burning the
midnight oil, Doc?
Hello, Micah.
You awake because you're
intellectually invigorated
or because
you're worried?
I am awake because
I can't sleep.
I'm having trouble
being objective
regarding this case.
I attended this lecture where
this philosopher guy says
that for something
to be objective,
it must be separate
from the mind,
and nothing is separate
from the mind--
ergo, ipso facto, Colombo, Oreo.
Not all of that was
real Latin, Micah.
Maybe, for a little change,
you could try solving a case
without being objective.
No, if there's no such thing
as objectivity,
then there's no such thing
as measurement,
which means that empiricism
is meaningless.
I only attended one lecture
on the subject, Doc.
It doesn't make me an expert.
Patient is Abigail Anker--
A-N-K-E-R.
Date of birth 10/14/1996.
Medical record 19846.
Cardiothoracic surgeon
Dr. John Frank.
I was called in to consult.
14-year-old female
with Down syndrome,
complex heart disease
consisting of
atrioventricular septal defect.
Pulmonary atresia...
♪ I want to be wild
and bold enough ♪
♪ To run with you, my baby ♪
♪ I want to skip time,
lay the hours aside ♪
♪ And stay with you, my baby ♪
♪ But, oh, if I look down now ♪
♪ Will I fall? ♪
♪ And what if
the water's cold? ♪
...further discussion
at the Cardiothoracic Surgery
Case Conference in Atlanta.
Speaking of which,
will somebody please remind me
to buy a damn ticket?
You laughing
because you figured
something out?
Uh...
Will you listen
to this?
That's, that's
very strange.
I-I find I'm very glad
to hear you say that.
It's like a voice
beyond the grave.
Like my voice?
Very similar, yeah.
It sounds
exactly
like my voice.
She is me.
She isn't you.
She's her
and you're you.
You're alive
and she's dead.
Ergo, ipso facto,
Colombo, Oreo.
Those last two words-- one
is the capital of Sri Lanka
and the other
is... a cookie.
It sounds like Latin.
I-I see,
you're illustrating the fact
that something can sound
like something
and not actually be
that something.
Well, you're giving me
way too much credit, Doc.
What happened to her?
Um...
See these, these cuts
on the edge of the ribs?
Stabbed?
Yes, but the ribs were
healing at her time of death.
So that's not what killed her?
No.
No, she was almost certainly
killed by a blow to the head.
How long
after she was stabbed?
Four to six months.
And in that time,
no one at work mentioned
that she was walking around
groaning and bleeding?
Some people are very adept
at keeping their pain hidden.
I guess I always figured
that Lauren just up and went,
you know, took off to Africa
or Iraq or something.
She'd do something like that
without telling you?
Lauren always followed
her own kind of logic.
You couldn't ask any of her friends?
If she had friends
I didn't know any of 'em.
What the hell
was Lauren doing
in Woodland?
It appears the victim
was stabbed
on her right
side perhaps
a year or so ago.
When did you find that out?
Last night-- I'm sorry,
I forgot, I forgot to tell you.
She was stabbed?
Yes.
Lauren told me
that she broke a couple ribs
falling off a bicycle.
Can you think
of any problems
she was having
that could get
her stabbed?
No,
no, not really.
She had some kind of an argument
with the father
of one of her transplant kids.
I think
his name was Darcy,
Dorsey, something like that.
You think he stabbed her?
Can't you just check
with emergency rooms?
She would have been capable of
stitching the wound herself.
Why?
I mean, why would Lauren get
stabbed and then not report it?
Well, usually when a woman
doesn't report an assault,
it's a domestic.
Lauren wasn't married,
and she didn't have a boyfriend.
You weren't her boyfriend?
No.
Oh, okay, I
see, you wanted
to get
a little bit more
there with Lauren Eames,
and she turned you down.
Every time.
Maybe she was right.
We're polar opposites, but, man,
I could swear I saw in her eyes
that she wanted more,
an-and then she was just gone.
It's a myth that a
person's intentions
and desires can be
seen in the eyes.
Look in my eyes.
Is that a myth?
Okay, you know what?
Stop making crazy eyes
at my partner here.
It's not making
your case any good.
Let's go,
Bones, come on.
Sam Dworsky is an eight-year-old
with severe hypoplastic
left heart syndrome
who presented with cyanosis
and tachycardia at Metro Clinic.
Dworsky--
that could be the patient
to whom the pilot was referring.
Parents can be
extremely irrational
when their children's lives
are at stake.
I'm sure you've
got a reason
for not giving them
what they wanted.
Why are you
spying on me?
Whoa, no, Dr. Brennan,
I was just waiting here
so as not to startle you.
Did Booth call you?
Would it bother you if he did?
Of course.
Doesn't anybody know me at all?
I think
we know you
as much as you'll allow.
You're a very private person
and we respect that,
but it has been mentioned
to me several times
by Booth and Dr. Saroyan
and Angela
that you seem to be
particularly distressed
by this case.
Uh, would you like
to discuss any of it with me?
Is that the victim?
What do you see?
What do you want me to see?
Sweets, she-she's
exactly like me.
I mean, look,
she is me.
Yeah, I see.
You do?
Because, because Booth didn't.
What I see is that you're
overidentifying with the victim.
Brilliant
scientist,
unmarried, without children,
consumed by her work.
You can't help but draw
parallels to your own life.
The victim was afraid
of a man named Dworsky.
D-W-O-R-S-K-Y.
Will you tell Booth that?
Yeah, I'll tell him.
Okay.
Medical record 20381.
This represents the particulates
I found in the head wound--
soil from the burial mostly,
the victim's own hair,
but this is
interesting.
Epoxy colophony?
Isn't that found in tree sap?
Yes, yellow sap, to be precise.
From the tree?
No, Cornus florida--
dogwood-- is hardwood.
Epoxy colophony comes from pine
trees, which, mixed with this--
polymethyl methacrylate...
I come up with a manufactured
reflective coating.
So, the victim
was bludgeoned
with a reflective surface.
Booth is ready to talk
with our prime suspect now.
Good work, Hodgins.
That's Mike Dworsky?
Yeah, that's him.
You know, I checked his
record, but it's pretty clean.
Well, according to the victim,
he has a very bad temper.
You know, I wish
you hadn't gotten Sweets
to come and talk to me.
Come on, I'm a meddlesome
kind of a guy.
Dworsky,
Mr. Dworsky.
FBI, Special
Agent Booth.
This here is my
associate Dr. Brennan.
I don't care who you are.
You park in this zone,
you get towed.
That's not my car. We're here to
ask you about Dr. Lauren Eames.
That's water under the bridge.
My son's doing fine,
no thanks to her.
No hard feelings neither.
No hard feelings
about what?
A donor heart came up--
perfect match for my boy--
and Dr. Eames-- she said no.
Well, according
to her transcripts,
he had a severe
respiratory infection
brought on
by pleural effusion.
He had a cold, and for that,
she said no to a new heart.
It was
a rational decision.
Well, I'll give you that.
The woman is rational.
I'll tell you
what else--
if she suddenly or
rationally decided that
there were too many people
in the world,
she'd unleash a plague.
You're saying
she was cold-hearted?
Like Antarctica.
What do you
mean "was"?
Someone beat her to death with
something exactly like this.
Bones, what are you doing?
It's, it's not like you
to pick up something
that could be evidence.
I want a lawyer.
Charlie Whaling.
Primary care physician--
Dr. Megan Rasmussen.
Megan keeps trying to set me up
with her son
the drooling magpie,
if you can believe it.
People assume that when you are
alone, you must be lonely.
Like most assumptions,
it's erroneous.
Did you hear what I said
about Charlie?
Yes.
You seem distracted.
It's important.
I met Chris Markham,
your helicopter pilot.
I'm not sure
you can call Chris mine.
My biggest regret
is not accepting
what Chris offered me.
He asked me to look
into his eyes, and...
although it's not rational, I...
I believe I perceived pain.
We both know that
it's a sentimental myth
that emotions can be seen
in the eyes.
Charlie Whaling, nine years old,
presented
with a subarachnoid hemorrhage
after automobile collision.
Emergency HCT showed extensive
damage around the aneurysm,
which had thrombosed.
He rapidly deteriorated
to a point
of complete expressive aphasia
and right hemiplegia.
Brain-dead?
Yes.
So, he required life support?
But my pleas to his family
to give up his organs
went unheeded.
Musing out loud.
In the nine years
that we've known each other,
I've never heard
you do that before.
Actually...
Micah, I was having
a conversation with the victim.
I ask her questions, and...
she answers.
Tell you what, Doc.
Don't be mentioning that
to anybody else but me, okay?
Why?
'Cause, uh,
they'll think you've gone nuts.
Do you think I've gone nuts?
People often report,
in times of great stress,
they hear a voice telling them
what to do.
"Jump!" "Don't walk
down that alley!"
Like that. Like intuition.
I don't believe in intuition.
Well, maybe that's why
your brain is resorting
to talking to you directly.
I went to this lecture
where this neurosurgeon said
that we understand
the dark side of the moon
better than our own brains.
Do you attend every lecture
the Jeffersonian puts on?
Hell, yes.
What, you think I took this job
for the hours
and the health benefits?
So, Dworsky has an alibi?
Yeah. Tell you,
the killer had to have buried
Lauren Eames in that park.
It had to have been in the
middle of the night. Yes.
He would have been visible
to traffic during the day.
Yeah, the whole
month of November,
Dworsky was with
his-his son,
you know, at-at
the hospital.
And I have a better suspect.
Who?
Well, canvassing the area
for witnesses, the city cops
heard about a woman matching
Dr. Eames' description
getting stabbed.
By whom?
Oh, a drug dealer
who, uh,
works a corner
about a block
and a half
from where
her remains were found.
Guy is coming into the FBI.
I'm gonna question him
in about a half an hour,
if you want to be there
when I question him.
Hey, I got news.
Oh, tell Bones.
So, remember the funky leaves?
I found concentrations
of noscopine
and papavarine
in the root system.
Opiates.
Yeah.
So maybe the victim
was a drug addict.
Lauren was not a drug user.
Okay. I mean, we can check
the bone density test.
If you think it's necessary.
I'm going
to the FBI.
Thank you.
I don't remember
stabbing nobody.
Okay, let me
refresh your memory.
It was the same woman
you killed six months ago
and then buried under a tree.
Okay, let's just be clear.
It's her
we're talking about, right?
See?
Booth, I told you,
it's not her.
He's not shaking his head
because it's not Lauren Eames.
He's shaking his head
because he wants us
to know he didn't do it.
But what he doesn't know
is that we have a witness
to the stabbing.
And Dr. Brennan here
can tie you
to the dead body through DNA,
and a bunch of other
scientific stuff.
You know what?
This conversation--
there's nothing in it for me,
man, so...
Okay, fine. We're done.
I got you for murder.
It's been a long day.
I'm tired.
You want to go home? I'm tired.
Yes, I'm very tired.
Okay, wait, wait, look!
Look, I didn't stab her, man.
I... I gave
her a poke
to make her go away.
Why was she even talking to you?
There's only
one reason
rich white people like you come
to Woodland.
Oh, she was looking
to score?
No. No, he's lying.
That's not possible.
Look, man, I turned her down.
You turned down a sale?
She was
negotiating price.
I don't do that, man.
I gave her a little poke
to motivate her home.
That was the last you saw her?
Till you showed me
that picture, yeah.
No, she had a T score over two.
An opiate-user would score
a point eight, maximum.
Ergo, Ipso-Facto, Colombo, Oreo,
she didn't have a drug problem.
What?! That-that's
not even Latin.
I mean, all your bone density
test proves is
that she wasn't
a habitual drug user.
I don't like it
when you two argue.
We're not arguing.
Yes, we are. I'm saying that
the victim wasn't a drug addict.
Well, maybe someone shot her up
with heroin before killing her.
Yes. See?
Thanks for eavesdropping.
Bones, why are you
taking this so personally?
I mean, you're acting as though
you're the one who's being
accused of taking drugs.
Temperance, are you all right?
Yes, of course.
I-I'm just tired. I, um...
I haven't slept
in a couple of nights. Uh...
I apologize.
How did the opiates get
into the tree?
Dr. Brennan?
Well, it's good
to get an insight
into the victim,
but I'm not certain
that this line of inquiry
leads directly to her murderer.
I...
I feel like it will.
Okay.
It's a little weird
that you said that,
- sweetie, but it's good.
- Good?
If I said something like
that, she'd rip my head off.
Can't we take a few
minutes to delve here?
Okay, all right, uh,
only three factors affect
tree growth-- sun,
water and soil
nutrients.
Nutrients, as in
Lauren Eames.
Well, there are
multiple drug houses
around that park.
Maybe it was some kind
of runoff?
Even if every junkie
in the neighborhood peed
on that tree,
it wouldn't be enough.
What if she was carrying?
Yeah, but if she was carrying,
the dealer or the junkie
that killed her
would have taken the drugs.
Not if he didn't know
about them.
So then, the drug dealer
didn't kill her.
You should test the clothing.
No. Why would a
heart surgeon
be carrying
heroin?
Maybe she loved a junkie.
You don't help a junkie
by getting
them drugs.
Purple. It's heroin.
No.
It could be morphine.
It would make more sense
if she had morphine.
Why would she buy heroin
if she had access to morphine?
Why did you buy heroin?
Well,
who were you buying it for?
Is that who hit you
over the head?
What makes you think
I was struck over the head?
Well, your skull is fractured.
There's more than one way
for a head to get cracked.
You fell?
A slight compression fracture
here on the C-4.
You fell with the full force
of your weight onto your head.
You... You were thrown?
Anything new?
It wasn't a weapon.
She was thrown bodily
onto something
approximately ten centimeters
with a reflective surface.
By the power vested in me
by the Jeffersonian Institution,
I declare you sleep-deprived.
There's a cab waiting to
take you home to bed, hmm?
Do you really have that power?
I saw this lecture where
this New Age guru type said
the only power
people exert over us
is the power
we allow them to exert.
That's incredibly stupid.
I agree.
You wave a gun in my
face, you got power,
whether I like
it or not.
How-how come I understand
every word you say? Always?
I don't have that
with anybody else.
Sometimes I just hear... noise.
Well, I guess I've
been here so long,
I speak the secret language
of the Jeffersonian, huh?
Come on, let's
get you home.
So, I have some psychological
insights into the victim.
Okay.
Really?
Well, oh... I didn't
expect you to say yes.
Um, I went over the victim's
employment file,
including the results
of some psychological tests.
I don't see Lauren Eames
going in for counseling.
No. It was mandatory.
After she lost
a couple of young patients.
Dr. Lauren Eames
was highly controlling.
Now, that kind of mindset
can be extremely difficult
for someone who deals with death
on a daily basis.
It was very
stressful.
Now, she dealt with
the stress in two ways.
A) She became logical
to the extreme.
B) She detached herself.
Detached?
Yeah, emotionally. She
made herself not care.
Okay, in order for her
to stop feeling nothing,
she began behaving erratically.
Like picking fights
with the drug dealer?
Yes, and eventually,
she got what she wanted.
Suicide by murder.
And I should accept your theory
based on what?
Over and over again,
I've proven to you
that I'm good at what I do.
So, please, explain to me
how it is rational in any way
for you to disregard
what I say?
So now I'm the one
behaving irrationally?
So that I can feel something?
You-you want to stab me?
No.
Dr. Brennan, I consider you
one of my closest friends.
You're not alone
in this world.
It's one of the many ways
you're different
from Dr. Lauren Eames.
I-I... I need to go. I...
I will consider what you said.
Lauren wanted to be killed?
Is it possible
that she put herself
into dangerous situations
on purpose,
out of despair?
Yeah.
Sometimes
she did this thing...
Twice, we were flying hearts out
for transplants.
Once to Baltimore,
once to Newark.
We didn't make it in time.
The children died.
It upset Dr. Eames?
Not that you could see.
I mean, she shrugged it off,
but both times,
once we got up in the air,
she opened the door,
she undid the seat belt,
and then just kind of
hung out, looked at me.
Looked at you how?
Like she was daring me
to tip the helicopter
and topple her out.
What did you do?
I tilted the other way,
so she'd fall
inside the aircraft.
God, I'd have been good for her.
She should have
given me a chance.
Should have given us the chance.
And you look at the
way things turned out,
what did she have to lose?
Nothing.
She had nothing to lose.
She knew that.
It was her biggest regret.
Thank you.
There's nothing left for me to
discover from the hard evidence.
Well, that's the whole problem
with being an empiricist, right?
What is?
Eventually,
you run out of things to measure
and smell and count.
No. There is such a thing
as objective measurement, Micah.
There is such a thing
as actual truth.
I heard one
of these lectures
about an experiment where they
give guys a pair of glasses
that make them see
the whole world upside down.
But after three days,
guess what?
They see everything
right side up.
And then they take off
their glasses,
and they see everything
upside down again.
For three days.
And then, eureka!
Back to normal.
Yes, it takes the brain three days to adapt.
Well, it seems to me
you can't trust a brain
that can't make up its mind
about something as basic
as which way is up.
What-what else did you learn
in that lecture?
That there's no such
thing as objectivity.
That we're all just interpreting
signals from the universe
and trying
to make sense of them.
Signals from the universe.
Dim, shaky, weak,
staticky, little signals
that only hint at the complexity
of a universe that we cannot
begin to comprehend.
But that's what the
lecture said, anyway.
Signals...
From the universe.
Charlie Whaling, nine years old,
presented
with a subarachnoid hemorrhage
after automobile collision.
Emergency HCT
showed extensive damage
around the aneurysm,
which had thrombosed.
He rapidly deteriorated
to the point
of complete expressive aphasia
and right hemiplegia.
Whaling family has yet
to update organ donation status.
Charlie Whaling was brain-dead.
You wanted his heart
for Sam Dworsky.
Where did Charlie's parents
live?
1255B Franklin Street,
in Woodland.
Bones!
Bones, what are
you doing here?
What are you doing?
I don't know.
Following you
to a bad part of town
and saving your life.
You know, the usual.
Your turn.
Lauren came to Woodland
to beg the family
of a brain-dead boy
to give his heart
to Sam Dworsky.
Oh. So, what? They... they were
the ones that killed her?
No, Booth.
No. When Lauren was really
disappointed or upset,
it's like Sweets said.
She couldn't handle
the intense emotion,
so she'd do something dangerous.
Right. Like coming here
in the middle of the night?
I'm not her.
We're, we're not the
same person at all.
It's just the universe turned
upside down for three days.
What happened to her?
She bought the heroin
for the danger of it.
To feel something.
She put it in her pocket.
She got hit by a car.
Just like I almost did.
The impact explains
the defensive wounds.
She struck her head
over there.
So it was the driver
that buried her in the park.
I can't prove any of this.
I know.
But do you still believe me?
Yeah. Of course I do.
All right? Let me take you home.
Come on.
Maybe you just need
a couple days off.
I'm all right now.
Except I...
I made a mistake.
No. I told you my opinion.
I mean, you got it right.
Not everything.
She died with regrets.
Come on, Bones.
Everybody has regrets.
I heard her, you know?
Micah says that
all we get are these...
dim, staticky messages
from the universe.
Who is this Micah guy?
The night watchman.
But he attends
a lot of lectures.
Anyway, the point is,
she never gave
him a chance.
Micah?
No. No. The helicopter pilot.
He offered himself to her,
but she never
gave him a chance.
That was her regret.
I got the signal, Booth.
I don't want
to have any regrets.
Um...
I'm with someone.
Bones.
And, uh, Hannah? She's
not a consolation prize.
I love her.
You know, the last thing
I want to do is hurt you,
but those are the facts.
I understand.
I missed my chance.
My whole world
turned upside down.
I can adjust.
I did.
Yes, you did.
Do you want me to,
uh, to call someone
to be with you, or...?
No, I'm fine alone.
Thanks.
How'd it work out?
I listened to the universe.
I felt something.
I'm sad.
That's so much
better than dead.
Or even dead inside.
You hear that in a lecture?
I got my own story,
Dr. Brennan.
Just like you.
Just like everybody.
I got my own sad story.
♪ ♪
Three days.
Three days for the world
to turn right side up again.