Bones (2005–2017): Season 8, Episode 5 - The Method in the Madness - full transcript

The team identify a woman's eviscerated body as a co-owner of a natural applesauce store. There is a symmetry to her incisions. Sweets has been living in his office since the breakup with Daisy so Booth invites him to stay with him and Bones.

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You gotta sing
something else, Louie.

Some Kanye, Cee Lo...

There's nothin' but
opera, my friend.

The neighbors complain.

Dogs bark. The kids
throw rocks, man.

If you tried it, you'd love it.

Opera's the music of the soul!

No, hey. Soul is the
music of the soul, Louie.

You can do it. You've
heard it enough.



♪♪ No, no!

Okay, all right. ♪♪

But then you're singing
some Kanye. Huh?

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪

♪♪

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It's a little flat,
but that's the spirit.

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I'm busy.

Come on, Sweets. Open up.

I'm in the middle of work,
Booth. No, you're not.

I can see you right through the window.
Get up. Open up the door, Sweets. Let's go.

- Okay.
- Come on. Come on. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.



There you are, my friend.

Ah, Sweets, you can't keep
sleeping in your office like this.

- You didn't have
to bring me coffee.
- The coffee's mine.

But I did print up some apartment
listings for you. Take a look.

This place is a mess, huh?

Oh! I can't believe you
gave Daisy the apartment.

You know, I broke up with her.
I can't take the apartment too.

Come on! Man, look at you.
You gotta shake it off. Right?

Get a new girlfriend.
Get a new place to live.

Yeah, thanks. I'll
check these out.

You've been sleeping in this office
for two weeks. You're gonna go cuckoo.

If anyone knows what cuckoo
is, that would be you, Mr. Shrink.

Maybe I'm dealing with a few
things that are preventing me...

from moving on as
quickly as I could.

A breakup like this
makes one reevaluate...

Oh... Oh. Work calls.

Uh, the dead waits for
no man. Okay. That...

Yeah, okay, let's
get back to work.

All right, I'll tell you what, Sweets.
Why don't you just come and...

stay at our place for,
like, a night or two?

Really? Yeah.

So you can clear your mind, you
know. Get ready for your next move.

Thank you. Clear my mind.

Here, have a coffee.
You're back. Come on.

Let's go, Sweets. I'm coming.

You invited Sweets
to move in with us?

I know I should have asked you first, but
you should have seen him. He was pitiful.

I mean, it was bad. But it's just for a
couple of days until he finds his own place.

Okay. Was that an "okay" okay,
or "you can't be serious" okay?

I don't know what that means. It means that
we're talking about Psychology Sweets here.

You know, the guy
who drives you crazy.

He's going through a difficult
time. It takes a village, Booth.

I learned that
living in a village.

Sweets will be gone in a
couple days. I promise, okay?

Gone? Gone where? Is he okay?

- Booth invited Sweets
to live with us.
- Not to live.

To stay with us for a couple of
days until he finds his own place.

Is he still dealing with
his breakup from Daisy?

Yeah. I feel bad for the kid,
you know? It's... It's tough.

Aw. He's going through
an early-life crisis.

Good luck. Good luck?

I don't need luck.
This is not about luck.

This is about a friend
extending to another friend.

It's like an olive
branch that... Stop.

Can we just stop and deal with this
here? The remains. What's up with this?

Based on the width of
the greater sciatic notch...

and the dorsal margin of the
pubic face, this was a female.

Early to mid-20s.

There's no organs to examine,
so there's nothing for me here.

Ugh. Whoa. The Cochliomyia
macellaria eggs and larvae...

measuring upwards of four millimeters means
our victim's been dead for about 36 hours.

- Is that a foot?
- That is a foot. Hey, so, uh,

Sweets told Angela that he was never
getting involved with anyone again, so...

- good luck with that.
- Let's stop with
the luck stuff, okay?

Can we just deal with
what's going on in front of us?

Okay, Bones, so it only took a
day and a half to get down to bone?

Heavy sharp-force trauma
indicates that tissue, muscle...

and viscera have been
ripped from her bones.

Where's all the gutsy stuff?

I think I might have found it.

Yeah. Gutsy stuff.

Whoa.

Oh!

There's a leak. Oh.

No guts, no glory.

Good luck with that.

Numerous deep
incisions to the glabella,

supraorbital ridges,
zygomatic arches...

Her face was scratched off.

Thoracic and pelvic regions...

and the extremities.

Oh, my God. This is awful.

Yes. It will take
some time to catalog.

Judging by the mass, this
has to be almost all her flesh.

With this many wounds, there should be
particulates from the weapon on the bone.

It's gonna be difficult
to isolate cause of death.

- It'll be a doozy.
- Yes, a real doozy.

We should get whatever flesh
is still on these bones removed.

Okay, just please tell me
that this poor thing was dead...

before any of this happened.

- I'm sure she was.
- Definitely.

Great.

Hodgins and Cam
are lying to Angela...

to spare her feelings.
Yeah, I got that.

Because we have not
in any way ascertained...

if the victim was
dead or alive...

when she was flayed to the bone.

We have ascertained actually.

Acute liver
hemorrhaging suggests...

that the victim
was still alive...

when she was eviscerated.

- So I out-and-out
lied to Angela.
- Thank you for that.

What kind of monster guts his
victim and then removes all her flesh?

In 1957, Ed Gein was
arrested for murder.

And while searching his
home, police stumbled upon...

bowls made of human skulls,
lampshades of human flesh,

even a belt made out of nipples.

The heinousness
of Gein's crimes...

diminishes in comparison
to those of the Aztecs.

More heinous than a nipple belt?

In order to appease
Huehueteotl, the fire god,

the Aztecs would burn
their captives alive.

Moments before death, the human
sacrifices were pulled from the fire...

to have their still-beating
hearts ripped out of their chests.

- Those were the good old days.
- Those were the bad days.

What... What kind of freak feels
nostalgic over human sacrifices?

I'm gonna go ahead and
plead the Fifth on that.

Severe chipping to the frontal,
nasal and zygomatic bones...

prevents a complete
facial reconstruction.

- Does that mean that Angela's
off the hook for this one?
- Yes.

- Yes!
- Um, actually...

I hate to be the
one to suggest this,

but Angela might be able to
reconstruct the face from the face.

You mean the face
from the skin, right?

I have an ear,

some cheek and part of a nose.

I'll see what else I can dig up.

That is a very good idea, Cam.

No need to tell Angela that
this was my very good idea.

Teamwork!

So, you stay in here.

Parker won't be visiting
us for a couple months, so...

Sorry about all
the junk and toys.

Oh, no. Beats the
hell out of my office.

Look at all this stuff.
Kids from broken homes...

really rake in the
material goods...

by way of compensation.

Right. Uh, take a look at this.

Take a closer look,
all right? What?

Oh, my God. This
corpse is so mutilated.

Cut right down to the bone. So you're a
psychologist. Who would do something like this?

Want me to figure
that out right now?

No, I tell you what.
Why don't you just relax.

Make yourself at home. Huh?

Take things in. All right.

Thanks. Yep.

This is the last piece
of facial tissue I found.

Thank God. This is not
why I went to art school.

I'll start loading the
images into the computer,

and I'll piece them
together, and then I will hurl.

Well, how long do
you think it'll take you...

to piece the pieces together?

Oh, not long.

I am starting a pool on
how long Sweets lasts...

with Booth and Brennan.

I say he's out tonight.

Did you swab the cuts
in the bones? I did, yes.

Yeah. So are you in on the pool?

I give Sweets four
days. What'd you find?

Uh, ammonium hydroxide.
It's the same stuff...

that's all over our
victim's clothing.

So, Angie, how long
do you give Sweets?

I say he lives with them
permanently from now on.

What's ammonium hydroxide?

It's a cleaning product.

- The killer probably used it
to wash away the evidence.
- Huh. Did it work?

Yeah. It's wiped out all the
other evidence as far as I can see.

Wh-What do you
mean "from now on"?

I mean for the foreseeable
future. They will adopt him.

Well, I don't have
a box for infinity.

I mean, the furthest
I went was a month.

Okay. Then I'll take the month.

Our killer is sick and smart.
I hate that combination.

Okay, so, this program
will search for wrinkles,

freckles and other microscopic
facial features on each piece,

pick up the pattern, and pair it
with the corresponding piece.

- Very Frankensteiny.
- Ew.

Okay, so I'm gonna wrap the face
around the image of the victim's skull.

Pop in eyeballs and hair.

Okay. What do you think?

That most definitely
looks like a human person.

I know this woman. You do?

Oh, my God.

Wh-What? Is this
a friend of yours?

Not a friend but... Whoa.

Okay. This is Michael
Vincent's favorite applesauce.

And what does that
have to do with our victim?

Someone killed the Them
Apples applesauce lady.

Them Apples applesauce is owned
by the two girls that are on the label,

Jessica Pearson
and Brooke Guminski.

It's the applesauce I
buy for Christine too.

What the hell is going
on here? Pumpkin butter.

What is this, olden times?

Olden times is not a
legitimate historical reference.

But I see your point. Right.

There's a pickle maker
and a candlestick maker.

Oh. I know what this is.

Okay. What is
this, a time portal?

No, this is an artisanal community,
Booth. Oh, that's just ridiculous.

From an anthropological standpoint,
the artisanal subculture is fascinating.

Really? Fascinating?

Well, to me, I think
it's just stupid. Hmm.

The founding fathers were
heavily influenced by the Athenians,

which resulted in
democracy. Care for a sample?

So... Uh, great.

Democracy, Bones. Not a
pickle. Enjoy your pickles.

And if you want some more... Creating
handcrafted, handmade products...

provides artisans with the
authenticity they feel is lacking...

in today's technology-driven,
industrialized world.

Great. Okay, eat your
pickle. We're here.

These are very good. You should
have eaten yours. That's nice.

I don't want a pickle.

In the 1930s, Joseph Ball killed over 20
women and fed their remains to alligators.

Was this victim fed to
alligators? I don't think so.

Please shut up about alligators.

Hemorrhagic staining indicates these
wounds were made around time of death.

The dimension of the "V" -shaped incisions suggests
the weapon used to create them was a blade.

Those are some
seriously deep cuts.

Which only a serrated blade
should be capable of making,

but I'm not finding any evidence
of striations in these wounds.

- Meaning?
- Whoever did this
is incredibly strong.

You okay? Is there
someone we should call?

Usually, I'd say Jess.

We ran this place together.

- I can't believe she's dead.
- She is most certainly dead.

Very sorry for your loss.

When was the last time
you saw your partner?

Saturday afternoon.

We had a pretty good
morning at the farmers' market.

We had lunch. I dropped
her off at the free clinic.

Wow. She was my best friend.

You charge nine dollars
for a jar of applesauce?

Yes.

You pay nine bucks
for this stuff? Yes.

Every apple is handpicked from local
orchards. No chemicals, no additives.

You think somebody killed Jess because
we charge nine dollars for applesauce?

Uh, so, um, what was the purpose
for her going to the, uh, free clinic?

Jess had lupus.

She went in for her monthly
checkup before starting a sales tour.

She was gonna cover every farmers' market
in Maryland, starting with Baltimore.

We were just starting
to make a go of this.

Can you think of anyone who
would want to hurt your partner?

- Maybe.
- Maybe?

There's this creep, Adam.

- He's been getting kind of
stalkery with Jess lately.
- Stalkery how?

Kept bringing her meat.

Meat? No, that's
definitely not normal.

Oh, no... yeah.
Adam is a butcher.

He's creepy, but he's the
butcher down the street.

Yeah, I'm Adam.
What do you want?

Okay, Adam, F.B.I., all right? Let's put the
cleaver down. Have to ask you a few questions.

Here we go again.

You know, my shop is safer than any
regulations that agribusiness paid for.

I source all my meat
locally, all grass fed.

- No hormones of any kind.
- Hey, pal, I don't care
about your meat.

We just have to ask you a few questions
about the death of Jessica Pearson.

Death? What are
you talking about?

Ms. Pearson's mutilated remains
were found in a garbage can...

a quarter of a mile from here.

Oh, my God. That's
horrible. Wh-What happened?

Our evidence indicates that the murder was
committed by an exceptionally strong man...

skilled at using an
extremely sharp knife.

You think I killed Jessica?

- Well, we know you were
trying to romance her.
- With free meat.

Look, Jessica could
barely afford food.

Every dime of hers went into her business.
I was just trying to help her out.

For what in return?

Nothing.

Especially after this guy
came in and threatened me.

- What guy?
- I don't know. Some big-ass,
angry-looking guy...

threatened to crush my skull
like a cracker if I didn't lay off Jess.

Adam, do you rub ammonia on
your meat as a way of killing bacteria?

This is an artisan butchery.
I'd never use chemicals.

Look, you can
accuse me of murder,

but when you start insulting my
craft, that's where I draw the line.

Good to know your priorities.

We need to examine your knives
as possible murder weapons.

You want my
knives? Get a warrant.

You find any more
money in her clothes?

Yep. It was mixed
up in the garbage.

Oh, yeah. The smell
was a dead giveaway.

Let's see what we got.

So, we found 20
hundred-dollar bills on the victim.

That's a lot of money for a
girl who can barely afford to eat.

Well, Brennan said that the
victim was at a farmers' market...

selling her applesauce
the morning before she died.

Maybe that's where
she got the money.

No, I don't think
so. Look at this.

The bills are sequential.

Meaning that they came
from the same source.

We love our kid, but we're not spending two
grand a month on applesauce at a farmers' market.

What is she doing
with all this cash?

And why was she making monthly
trips to the doctor for blood tests?

Her partner said
that she had lupus.

I know, but she didn't.

I tested all the tissue. Our
victim was perfectly healthy.

She was lying to her partner,
but the question is why.

Regular doctor visits for
no reason, a wad of cash.

You think she was selling pills?

Want more?

Aw. Booth is upset that I pay...

nine dollars a jar for
Christine's applesauce.

Well, artisanal products are
more expensive to produce,

so they're more
expensive to purchase.

But the real value comes in
knowing that they're not made...

by some faceless,
soul-destroying corporation.

You seem to have a real
appreciation for the artisan, Sweets.

I used to work in a record shop.

I'm afraid Christine will
never know what a record is.

Digital will never
replace vinyl.

Hey there, you three.
Huh? Let's go, Sweets.

- Booth, Sweets was going
to get a hotel room.
- Hotels are nice.

- Yeah, I'll be fine.
- No, if you stay at a hotel,

you will feel rushed and
you'll take an apartment...

that does not align
with your sensibilities.

Wait a second. Sweets
has sensibilities?

Yes. He worked in a record shop.

- So?
- I think what
Dr. Brennan means...

is that working in a moribund enterprise
gave me a lasting appreciation...

for the craftsmanship that
goes into making a record.

You know, I remember
stocking this T. Rex album.

Uh, the one with "20th Century
Boy." And the liner notes, the album art,

even the tactile
feel of the vinyl...

- And so you need an apartment
that tickles your same fancy.
- Yeah.

Whoa, whoa. Excuse me. Those are
my underwear, pal. What is he doing?

Sweets has been very helpful.
He vacuumed, did the laundry.

All right, that's great and all, but a man
doesn't fold another man's underwear.

Are those Captain
America boxers?

Booth has a nostalgic side too.

You know, psychologically, we yearn
for our past because we fear our future.

Or you just like Captain America or old records
or your own apartment. So can we go now?

Come on, we have
a doctor to talk to.

Let's go. Thanks.
Thanks for that.

Appreciate it. I'm sorry.

Okay.

I saw Jessica at the clinic
just last Saturday. Is she okay?

Jessica was murdered last
Saturday evening. Oh, my God.

Was, uh, Jessica
healthy, Dr. Reese?

Yes. Very. Why?

Why did she come
visit you every month?

Well, that's confidential
information. Thank you.

Not when your
patient's been murdered.

We found a lot of cash on her, so we're thinking
maybe the two of you were selling drugs.

That's absurd.

You wouldn't be
the first doctor...

to make a little extra cash
distributing pills on the street.

Jessica needed money. That isn't why
she had an appointment every month.

I have to tell you, legally?

I'm afraid so.

I don't want you to get the
wrong impression of Jessica.

Okay. Well, try us.

Jessica came to the
clinic once a month...

to have her blood
tested for S.T.D.'s.

S.T.D.'s, cash...
Jessica was a prostitute?

It's not my job to tell my
patients how to live their lives.

I just want them
to stay healthy.

Pig bones? Yes.

And I believe Dr. Brennan will
heap praise on me for acquiring them.

Not as if that will
cheer me up. And why?

'Cause I got 'em from Adam
Borchardt. From his butchery.

- The suspect?
- It's a lot easier
than waiting...

for a warrant that
might never come.

I figured if our butcher
butchered the victim,

he might have done it in a similar manner
in which he would butcher an animal.

I might have to heap a
little praise on you too.

It would be wasted.

Look at the cuts on
our victim's bones.

Each one extremely
precise and clean.

No clefts, no hesitation marks.

Definitely made by someone
who knows what they're doing.

Like the butchered pig bones.

And the flesh was removed
in a similar way as our victim's.

Is it true that she was
a lady of the night?

According to Booth, she may
have been prostituting herself...

as a way of
supplementing her income.

An occasional
prostitute. Interesting.

I was thinking sad.

The nicks on both sides of the mandible
appear to be at the ends of an arc...

that would've transected the
victim's left-side carotid artery.

The killer slit her throat.

Judging by the
microscopic spalls,

the nick on the right side of the
mandible would be the exit wound.

Meaning the killer
was right-handed.

Which rules out our
left-handed butcher.

I don't look so good now, do I?

- Does that cheer you up?
- A little.

Oh, my God.

The killer slit her throat.

That's now old news.

And she was an occasional prostitute
that was dumped in the garbage.

There is more than butchery and
applesauce that's old-school here.

The killer is mimicking
Jack the Ripper.

Do I even want to know?

Dr. Saroyan. It's past 10:00.
What are you still doing here?

Oh, digging through the booze-soaked lobster
ravioli I found in the victim's stomach.

Last meal, huh?

2,000-buck-a-night call girl...
definitely not skimping on dinner.

You might be able to find
what restaurant she went to.

Your turn.

I am examining
the victim's remains.

By the light of a lantern?

Oh, the lantern
provides oblique lighting,

which bounces off an angled
reflector and back onto the bone,

which happens to be awesome for
spotting scratches and micro cuts on bone.

But mostly it's because it appeals
to your sense of the macabre.

It does make me
look insane, doesn't it?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

But what if I told you
I found something?

Microfracturing on the anterior
aspect of the right radius and ulna...

is inconsistent with the
"V" -shaped incisions.

So, not caused by a blade.

Nope.

What do you think caused them?

Well, I do not know, but I
can certainly keep looking.

And people think I'm creepy
because I'm a pathologist.

- Bones.
- Yes?

Is Sweets in our bathroom?

Yes. Should I have
put a note on the door?

Well, a little warning. That would have
been nice. What's he doing in our bathtub?

- Jets.
- Our jets in our bathtub.

Societies in Japan and Turkey
encourage public bathing.

- In modern-day Finland...
- Finland? Whoa, whoa! This is not Finland.

Sorry, Booth. I should
have locked the door, huh?

Because you played on so many sports
teams and spent a lot of time in the army,

I assumed you were
comfortable with male nudity.

You know, fear of nudity
is called gymnophobia?

Okay, listen, Psychology
and Anthropology,

I liked it better when you
two were fighting, all right?

Are we done with our bathtub?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

I like to soak in
our tub after work.

If you'd seen Booth's
X-rays, you'd understand.

The list of bones that he hasn't broken
is shorter than the ones that he has.

Really?

Now what?

Yeah?

- Hey, is Dr. Brennan home?
- What the hell
are you doing here?

Sweets, looking right
up your skirt there.

We weren't expecting guests.

We're not expecting...
What are you do... Hello?

Time out. Can this
not wait until tomorrow?

Okay, check this out. Microfracturing
on both wrists. Very symmetrical.

The victim was restrained.

This is looking more and more
like an abduction-torture scenario.

This can't wait until
tomorrow because?

This probably isn't a one-time
thing. We have a serial killer!

That's what I'm saying.
Jack the Ripper is back.

- Jack the Ripper. I don't buy it.
- Why?

Because serial killers don't dump
their victims in garbage. Let's go. Out!

Out. Get out of the
house. Bye-bye. Done.

Back to the lab, squint. And you,
Sweets, go put some clothes on.

Oy! Now I have to go clean
the tub. Thanks to Sweets.

What did I do? You
don't need to clean it.

Just get up the stairs, Sweets.
What am I, a Sasquatch?

Yes.

This artisan world.

That's why I studied art in the first
place... to pursue my true passion.

Hey, I thought I was
your true passion.

Good God.

You know what I mean. Yes, I do.

My true passion are bugs
and slime, and yours is art.

But come on now, I think
we're doing pretty well.

Dr. Hodgins, what does an ethanol
composed of rye, juniper berries...

and licorice mean to you?

Juniper berries and rye
points to gin. Licorice...

Is it part of the
liquor or-or separate?

In the liquor. It was the last thing our
victim drank before she was murdered.

Was there a sign of any
drugs? Rohypnol? Narcotics? No.

Well, hey, gin can be pretty
debilitating all on its own.

But she didn't
drink all that much.

Well, you'd think a prostitute
would deaden the pain...

with anything she could find.

I hope someone isn't
targeting prostitutes.

It would help if we could talk to the pimp,
but Booth's had a hard time tracking him down.

- Old Tom Gin.
- Excuse me?

Old Tom Gin is an old-fashioned English gin
sweetened with licorice instead of sugar.

It's extremely rare today.

- It sounds like more artisans.
- Yeah, Cam is right.

Old Tom Gin is made at
Dr. Biltmore's micro distillery.

Which is a few blocks from
our victim's applesauce store.

- And, oh, boy.
- What?

Dr. Biltmore's is owned and
operated by Dr. Cole Reese.

The doctor that
treated our victim.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

Sure.

Reese had his own practice, but
closed it to open up the distillery.

So, uh, he volunteers
at the free clinic.

These people all seem to
be following their dreams.

Reese is following
something, all right.

Look, read his record.

Right. Arrested for
solicitation in 2003.

You know, one of the most prevalent
theories about Jack the Ripper...

is that he was, in
fact, a physician.

The clinic would be an
ideal way to pick victims.

Right, and to ensure that the
victim wasn't an undercover cop.

Hmm? That too.

Yep.

♪♪

Booth, the front
door is off its hinges.

♪♪

Looks like Reese is really
into the good old days.

Sounds like he's not
alone. I'll-I'll get the door.

Shh.

Drop it, Reese! Drop it.

Just give me an
excuse. Just one.

You know, most doctors
live by a code of ethics.

"Do no harm" is one of them.

And who was I harming,
Dr. Sweets? I'm the victim here.

You're the... Excuse me?

You were caught tying up
a woman, holding a knife.

Harmless role-play.

And paying Jessica, who was one
of your patients, that's also harmless?

Yes.

I follow my passions. That's
nothing to be ashamed of.

It's moralizing psychologists like you that
make society puritanical and narrow-minded.

It's psychologists like me
that understand that you are...

To coin a 19th-century term you
might be familiar with... a paraphiliac.

I don't want to kidnap and ravish
an actual unwitting young woman.

So I hire someone to play the
role of the damsel in distress.

That's all these events were. But
even though you were paying her,

you still had to get Jessica
drunk to get her to play along.

Jessica had never
been handcuffed before.

She was nervous. I was hoping that
a libation would loosen her up a little.

Well, judging by the
fractures on her wrists,

- I guess that didn't work out
too well, did it?
- Jessica began struggling.

She was screaming to be let go.

Since you're into bondage, seeing
her in pain must have turned you on.

I'm not a monster.

Listen, that poor girl was
making herself bleed...

trying to rip the handcuffs
from the bedpost.

I took them off her
as quickly as I could.

Next thing I know, the
front door is kicked in,

this 250-pound behemoth
throws me across the room.

Her pimp? Bodyguard?

He stuffed me in a closet.

Did he say anything? No!

I mean, he was
obviously furious.

But he was silent.
No threats, nothing.

Well, we'll be analyzing all of the surgical
instruments from your clinic, Dr. Reese.

Be my guest.

And the antique medical equipment
we found hidden in your apartment.

Those tools are very valuable.

That's the only reason
that they were hidden.

These antiques are beautiful,

but the edges are far too rough to
have caused the injuries we found.

If I were to create a calendar of
history's most ghoulish killings,

the Black Dahlia murder
would have to be my December.

Had medical examiners in 1947 had
access to the technology we have today,

Elizabeth Short's murder
would have certainly been solved.

The medio-cam would have easily unearthed
particulates left behind by the murder weapon.

The considerable space between
the blade and the "V" -shaped incision...

suggests this knife is too
small to be the murder weapon.

But we've only just begun.

Sure looks like the doc
loved his sharp objects.

And we have casts of
some of the bone injuries.

Will you tell me again about the French
nobleman who bathed in the blood of children?

In a moment, Mr. Fisher. Okay.

Both knives appear to be
tilted downward in the femur...

at the same 45-degree angle.

And it looks like a 45-degree
angle on the humerus...

and the radius as well.

All of these incisions appear to have
been made in a downward motion...

at precisely the
same angle. Meaning?

The killer was even more precise
than we had originally thought.

Well, I can't think of anyone
more precise than a doctor.

I wish his tools
agreed with you.

Hey, Booth, I wanted to
apologize for last night.

I totally took advantage of
your hospitality. That wasn't cool.

Uh, don't worry about it, Sweets.
You know what? It's a... It's a great tub.

Oh, it really is. Those
jets are awesome. Stop.

All right, enough
with the tub talk. Okay.

Um, I'm looking
for an apartment.

That's good. You know
what? That's a great first step.

Oh. What is it?

None of the doctor's tools
match the injuries of the bones.

I gotta admit, I'm off the
doctor as a prime suspect.

So, what are you
thinking? It was the pimp?

Well, I'm wondering why a pimp
would interrupt his prostitute at work.

She could be freelancing.

Cutting the pimp out of the equation.
Yeah, that could get someone killed.

Or... Or?

The big guy was a client...

who had developed
feelings for Jessica.

You know, that kind of
paranoid, unrequited love...

could definitely fuel
feelings of intense rage.

That's him. That's our
guy. I gotta find him.

I gotta find an apartment.

Okay, so keep your
eye out for a man,

approximately 6 foot 6,

between 250 and
280 pounds, dark hair.

I am looking for him
anywhere near Reese's place.

I wouldn't imagine
there would be...

that many surveillance
cameras in the neighborhood.

Yeah. You know, none of the
artisanal shops even use them.

Half of them don't
even have phones.

In New York, the police
eventually tracked down...

the Son of Sam
through a parking ticket.

A ticket. That's genius, Cam.

This Web site collects
all traffic violations...

to analyze traffic
flow and congestion.

- And?
- Reese lives one door
from the intersection.

These are all the photos of the
drivers caught running the red...

on Reese's block on Saturday
night when Jessica was with Reese.

You think he was
driving? No, no.

But look at the
angle of the camera.

Right across the street
from Reese's building.

There he is. Look,
in the background.

- You sure this is our guy?
- Well, yeah.

I mean, unless you see another
6-foot-6, 250-pound man...

in front of Reese's building at
the same time the victim was there.

Let's get the F.B.I. to put his
picture on the nightly news.

See if the public
can identify him.

Pretty cool. Well done.

I saw my face on the
news. I turned myself in.

I did not kill Jess.

- That girl meant
the world to me.
- What was it, Willis?

Did you end up buying a night or
two with her and end up falling in love?

No, no. You have it
all really, really wrong.

Okay, why don't you tell
me how it really, really is.

Jess was my niece.

Ah, you know, you're
not starting off too good.

See, Jessica Pearson has no
family members. Not by blood.

Jessica's father and I were best
friends since we were seven years old.

When he died,

I promised him that I would take care
of his daughter. That was 10 years ago.

And why should I believe you?

I got photos of me and
Jess since she was five.

Okay?

Look. High school graduation.

After that, I paid for
two years of college.

You-You can check it all out.

As Jess got older, she
didn't need me as much.

Maybe I reminded her
of her dad. I don't know.

She calls me out of the blue about
some guy who was scaring her.

- The butcher?
- I took care of that.

But I'm not stupid.

I have eyes. I saw how
Jess's life was going.

- So you figured out
that she was...
- Yeah. I saw it.

- So you followed her?
- I heard her scream.

- So I kicked down the door...
- And you stuffed her client
in the closet.

I came this close to
killing him. This close.

You and me could be sitting
here now, only you'd be right.

Agent Booth,

you got anybody that
you're responsible for,

who needs help even though they feel like
they got to be out in the world on their own?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I'm in banking.

I'm not a big guy.
I'm a medium guy.

But I told Jess that I could get
investors for her applesauce company...

so that she could stop...

taking clients for money
and make a go of it.

Was she gonna take the deal?

She said she'd think about it.

And that was the
last night you saw her.

Yes.

Okay, so this is a rundown of how the
injuries were dispersed across the remains.

Four incisions to the skull,

seven to the right
arm, six to the left,

eight to the thoracic region,

two to the pelvis and
another four on each leg.

It appears as if the spacing
between the incisions on the left arm...

is equal to the spacing between
the incisions on the thoracic region.

Okay, that's interesting.
Okay, let me try the right arm.

Hmm. Try the legs, Angela.

Whoa. What is this telling us?

This is the position the victim
was in when her flesh was removed.

She was protecting herself.

She was cut 18 times
with surgical-like precision.

Why would she stay in the same
position throughout the entire attack?

Perhaps she was
already dead at this point?

Or worse, she could
have been paralyzed...

and forced to bear witness to the
systematic carving of her own flesh.

There's something very odd here.

Yeah. But you're gonna have to
be a little more specific than that...

for those of us who find
this entire scenario odd.

These wounds are
too regular, too precise.

Each one is calculated.

The surgical precision, the working
knowledge of the human anatomy...

I think the doctor's
our guy. No.

The evidence indicates that this
was done by some kind of machine.

Yeah, I believe if Jessica
Pearson wanted to sell out,

her partner might have
been angry enough to murder.

Come on, really?
Over applesauce?

For artisans, it's their life.

You know, Brooke might
have thought that Jessica was...

attacking the very
foundation of her life.

- Oh, better her partner is
a prostitute than sells out?
- Essentially, yeah.

It's not about money
for these people.

You know, artisans
go into business...

'cause they're passionate
about the products they create.

That is so un-American.

Hey, so, uh... I'm gonna
move out of the house tonight.

Hey, you found a
place. You've been great,

but I think we both know it's
time I face the world on my own.

It's time.

Excuse me. Brooke Guminski, we have
a search warrant here for the premises.

Can't this wait? I've got orders
to fill, and I'm all by myself.

Well, you should have considered
that before you killed Jessica.

We know Jessica came to visit
you before she left for Baltimore.

- We know what you two
were talking about.
- We didn't talk about anything.

She stopped by to grab a
couple jars before she left town.

Booth? Yep?

I believe I discovered
the murder weapon.

- What do we have here?
- Nothing.

It's a ribbon blender. We use it
to blend spices into our sauce.

If the victim fell into this blender
while the blades were spinning,

her body would have
become wedged to the side...

where the blades would
have continuously sliced her...

at a 45-degree angle
while removing her flesh.

It was an accident, wasn't it?

- Bones?
- We are certain to find bone
shards or splinters in here.

Look, it looks much better to the jury
if you tell me that it was an accident...

before Bones here
finds any evidence.

It was an accident.

She told me she wanted to
sell, and I slapped her and...

Would it have been so
bad to make some money?

My parents only cared about
money. It destroyed their marriage.

It destroyed my childhood.

I didn't mean for
Jessica to fall in.

I turned it off,
but it was too late.

I didn't know what to do,
so I cleaned up the mess...

and I dumped the
body down the street.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I feel guilty feeling so
good after Christine goes to bed.

It's good to be happy
when the baby goes down.

Is it? Yeah, it is. It gives
us time to be alone, huh?

This applesauce is pretty good.

Yeah. You want some?
No. The wine is fine.

It's not bad, I'm
telling you. Nine bucks.

A nine-buck applesauce is
kind of like drinking a fine wine.

I mean, I'm telling you.

Plus, keeps the doctor away.

Actually, eating too many
apples could do the opposite,

since they contain
a lot of sugar.

You could get diabetes.

Great.

That's nine bucks down the
drain, hmm? You know what?

Stick with the scotch.

Alone time. Right.

- All right, thanks.
- What? Wait. You're leaving?

Yeah, I don't want to overstay my
welcome. Thanks a million though for...

Come on, Sweets. Come on in.
You know, hey, have some sauce.

We have apple or wine.
But you can't have my scotch.

Uh, did I somehow give you the
impression that you should leave?

Because you haven't
overstayed your welcome yet.

Come on, put the
bag back. Put it back.

- Is this because you want
to win the pool?
- Oh, you know about that?

Yeah, Booth only wins if I
stay another two weeks, right?

- Is that why
you want him to stay?
- No. No.

Don't you think that as a man, I
should be on my own? I mean...

Most cultures have ceremonies...

to celebrate milestones
in a man's life. Oh.

Oh, God, this isn't
about circumcision, is it?

No, it's about dancing. What?

There are three important elements
in moving on past an old relationship.

- Admission.
- I admit it's over with Daisy.

- Cleansing.
- Right. You were in our jet tub.

- And celebration.
- So I can't get my own apartment
till I celebrate being alone?

- That's right.
- Anthropology is
all about dancing.

♪♪ ♪ Friends say it's fine ♪

♪ Friends say it's good ♪

- You getting in on this?
- No. Why? It's your ceremony.

♪♪

- Bones, what are you doing?
- Are you okay?

♪ I move like a cat ♪

Celebrate! You're free!

I am free. I am free!

And someone out there
who doesn't know it yet...

will be getting the
great gift that is you.

Lucky, lucky them!

Yeah! They are lucky!

- Okay.
- Ah!

Elevator down.

I feel so at home right now.

♪ Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good ♪

♪ Everybody says it's
just like Robin Hood ♪♪

♪♪

What's that mean?