"Previously on Bones..." "I want you to be my husband." "I want to... spend the rest of my life with you." "Will you marry me, Booth?" "Yes." "Of course." "Yes." "There's a hacker named Christopher Pelant." "He's not a hacker anymore." "Now he's a murderer." "Eight people have been killed." "We have to hit him back now before one of us is dead." "You crossed a line when you shot me, Agent Booth." "Do you think this is some kind of a game?" "Of course." " Now the rules have changed." " The two of you getting engaged, with Pelant active, he can't accept being replaced." "It could cause him to escalate." "Where are you?" "Pretty much anywhere I want to be." "Pelant can access any security camera?" "You won't marry her, Agent Booth." "And Dr. Brennan can't know the reason why you're turning her down." "If you tell her, I'll know." "If you ignore me, you'll be responsible for the deaths of five innocent people." "We need to talk." "About us getting married." "I don't think we should do it." "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." "It's been, uh..." "Mmm." "Whoa." "This is definitely not the good stuff, Father." "Don't call me "Father," Master Sergeant." "I'm not a priest anymore." "I'm not in the Army anymore, so that makes us even." "How long has it been since my last confession?" "Eight years." "Eight years." "It's been eight years." "You sure it's been eight years?" "You were my last confession." "It's the kind of milestone a priest remembers." "How's about you tell me what's on your mind and leave God out of it?" "I lied to the woman I love." "That's not a quick lie from the brain." "That's a whopper from the heart." "Right." "Which makes it a sin." "No." "You want my advice, you get your ass home and tell Temperance the truth." "You have somewhere we can talk?" "No, I mean a place where... there's no TVs or radios or anything that transmits or receives or glows." "Man, you are tin-foil-hat paranoid." "This guy killed how many people?" "Eight." "In my opinion, it's just the tip of the iceberg." "And he told you that if you married Temperance that he would choose five random human beings and kill them?" "Not only if I married Bones but, you know, if I told her why we couldn't get married." "You believe he'd do it?" "This guy is worse than anyone you and I have ever come across." "So you and Temperance go on a camping trip, you get lost in a cave and you whisper the truth in her ear." ""I love you." "I want to marry you, but I can't because Plant will kill innocent people."" "Pelant, okay?" "And she would come out of that cave and she would look all happy." "No poker face, huh?" "None whatsoever." "You know what, I'm just gonna have to kill him." "Whoa, n..." "What?" "Why not?" "Either that or I'm just gonna have to find him and then... and tell her why I did what I did." "So how long will it take to catch him?" "I've been looking for this guy for three months and I got nothing." "It's a complete dead end." "This is what he wants, right?" "To drive a wedge between the two of you?" "Yeah." "That's what he wants." "And he's doing a pretty good job of it, too." "Well, then you'd better find him and kill him." "What are you doing here in my office?" "Why didn't you answer your phone?" "Why do you smell like bourbon?" "'Cause I was talking to a priest, Mom, Dad, right?" "Okay, what is this, huh?" "'Cause I got no problems here at work." "We're not here about work." "Then it's none of your business." "All I know, we used to be happy." "Then Dr. Brennan proposed to you" "Which is what you wanted." "...and you say yes, then you say no and everybody's miserable." "How is that not our business?" "It's totally our business." "It's between me and Bones." "Oh, look at that." "Dead body at the Lightfoot Hotel." "Hmm." "Crime scene time." "Have you noticed that dead bodies always save Booth from confronting his demons?" "Maybe that's why he smells like bourbon!" "Oh, God, that's awful." "Yes, it's going to be a lot of work to get all the remains out of there." "I meant what happened to the person." "So what do you figure, huh?" "Suicide from the roof?" "Hi, Bones." "I called you earlier." "Yeah, you know," "I forgot to charge my phone." "Christine wanted to talk to her daddy." "There's a relatively large piece." "Looks like it was thrown clear by the centrifugal force of the whirling fan." "Supraspinous fossa, right proximal humerus." "Shoulder." "The body was dragged some distance after death." "There's evidence of subluxation." "Great." "Okay." "He was murdered, dragged and thrown off a roof." "Okay, I don't usually get involved, Seeley, but... you got cold feet, I understand that." "However, if you don't warm up those feet real fast, you're gonna lose her forever." "Mind your own business, Camille." "♪ Bones 9x01 ♪ The Secrets in the Proposal Original Air Date on September 16, 2013" "♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "♪" "Special Agent Booth, this is the hotel manager," "Mr. Gough." "The air conditioner turned on automatically at 8:00 this morning." "It didn't work because of..." "Well, we know why it wasn't working." "Am I to understand that you are taking our entire air-conditioning unit?" "Well, the whole inside is splattered with human remains." "It's no use to you." "We're also gonna need all the security footage from your security cameras." "The Lightfoot doesn't utilize cameras, Agent Booth." "Oh." "What?" "Why not?" "It's the type of hotel where you bring ladies who aren't your wife." "Isn't that right, Mr. Gough?" "We're renowned for our discretion." "Well, we're gonna do a room-to-room check." "Or maybe you'd like to help us figure out which room the victim jumped from?" "We did have one guest who was supposed to check out today who has not." "The air-conditioning unit is on its way back to the lab." "Do you need me for anything?" "The room was registered under a fake name, paid in cash." "Yep, directly over the air-conditioning unit." "Mmm." "Looks like housekeeping already cleaned the room." "They haven't been here yet." "Somebody else cleaned it." "Well, the forensic team can sweep it for DNA and fingerprints." "I need to get back to the lab." "Oh." "What?" "I smell... vodka." "Vodka." "Right." "Listen, Bones, um, a-about not answering the phone earlier..." "I know you were lying." "And you didn't come home last night." "I was working." "I have my regular hours, plus I'm trying to catch Pelant." "Angela agrees." "She says you're lying, too." "Angela?" "Well, you know, Angela doesn't know everything." "I'd die for you." "I love you." "Blood." "Blood." "These smears indicate that a blood spray pattern" " was wiped up." " It was cleaned up by the vodka." "Meaning the murder wasn't planned." "Crime of passion." "This is gonna take forever." "This fan weighs 1,200 pounds." "There are five blades, spinning at 2,700 revolutions per minute." "It's the world's biggest body blender." "I'm gonna cancel every social occasion" "I have in the next three days, including a date with a fireman." "That's dedication." "More metallic fragments." "What's that?" "His fillings?" "Well, I've been finding what I think are parts of a cell phone, but it's pretty smashed up." "Huh." "I'm guessing that this is part of a wristwatch, but..." "I haven't been able to find any other parts." "It's a stapes." "The small bone from the ear?" "This is definitely not made of bone." "It's an artificial stapes made out of titanium." "It's used in the treatment of otosclerosis." "There should be a..." " Serial number." " That'll give us identification much more readily than a piece of a wristwatch." "Oh, rub it in, Daisy." "Yeah, rub it in." "Angela I.D.'d the victim as Jonas Siedel." "I always think it's interesting to consider that a murder victim leaves his home... thinking he'll be back." "Then he isn't." "Right." "So, anything else about the victim jump out at you, Bones?" "Maybe you should bring Sweets here to... analyze the environment for psychological insights." "Wait, you don't believe in psychological insights." "But you do." "We have many, many differences." "Look, um, the victim was some kind of an accountant at the State Department." "I'm gonna go check him out." "Do you want to come with me?" "I better get back to the lab." "I do my best work there." "Take Sweets." "Sweets again." "I think it would be a better use of all of our time." "So, the victim was unmarried." "So?" "Single and an accountant for the State Department?" "Oh, Sweets, people do have secret lives." "All right?" "Doesn't matter what you do for a living." "Mr. Norman can see you now." "I can't believe he's dead." "Jonas did cost-benefit analysis on various nontraditional public transportation models in Europe." "What, with bicycles?" "Well, none of us drive cars here." "It's public transportation, bicycles or walking all the way." "Booth." "Don't hang up." "It's me." "Why would I hang up on you?" "Because we don't like each other ever since you broke Brennan's heart." "I'd hang up on you." "Let's move on." "Jonas Siedel's cell phone records show that somebody texted him" "22 times the day before he was murdered." "Who was it?" "The number is registered to the Transportation Accountancy Office at the State Department." "That's exactly where we are right now." "Yeah." "That's why I called." "No name?" "Nope." "Company-issue phone." "All right, just call now." "Can you think of any reason why Jonas Siedel would check into a hotel under an assumed name?" "Jonas wasn't a big one for talking about his past, that's for sure." "Agent Booth, it's for you-- someone named Angela." "I don't know how she got my number, but... she says it's important." "Actually it is very important." "I'm gonna have to take you in for questioning." "What?" "Why?" "It's all right, Mr. Norman." "Lily, do not say anything until I find you a lawyer." "I have a lawyer, Mr. Norman;" "don't worry." "Everything's gonna be okay." "You guys are making a terrible mistake." "We hear that a lot." " Let's go." " Wait." "Wait." "Look." "Is this your phone?" "My client has already stated that the phone belongs to her employer." "But it was assigned to you?" "Agent Booth, you've asked my daughter eight questions." "I've advised her not to answer any of them." "What does that tell you?" "That your daughter is hiding something." "Everyone has something to hide, which is why we invented lawyers." "My briefcase cost me" "$5,000-- what does that tell you?" "That you're bad with your money." "I'm a very good lawyer, so you might as well just cut my daughter loose right now." "Did you text-message Jonas Siedel the day that he died?" "Do not answer that, Lily." "Look, there's got to be some kind of conflict of interest here." "You know?" "A mother being the daughter's lawyer?" "There's no conflict of interest." "But on the upside, you got one of your questions answered." "Thanks for coming in." "Mm-hmm." "Except one last thing." "Tenacious or what?" "This many text messages, combined with a fake name and a hotel room." "Even if Lily did exchange texts with the victim, which she has not admitted, it does not mean sex." "That is definitely a lawyer speaking, because as a mother, you've got to know better." "Look, you have to help me out here, all right?" "Did Jonas Siedel deserve to be murdered and tossed out that window?" "Not a word, Lily." "Not a damn word." "Jonas did not deserve to die." "I had no sexual relationship with him, and I didn't kill him." "I hope you find who did." ""Not a word" doesn't mean answer three questions, Lily." "Tenacious, very tenacious." "I mean that as a compliment." "Removing all of the body parts from the fan and the housing is taking too long." "Unfortunately, we can't just hose it out." "Oh." "Is everything all right?" "Uh, Booth wants to get a late lunch, but I don't think I have time." "Go." "Go." "Yeah, have lunch." "Okay." "Thanks." "I-I won't take long." "I find I have no real appetite these days." "Do you think she was speaking sexually?" "Daisy!" "Well, 'cause I can get her a date in a snap." "I'm seeing a fireman, and he has friends." "Daisy!" "So, how's everything at the lab?" "We're at an impasse, until we get all the human remains out of the air conditioner." "And reassemble the skeleton." "We could talk about Christine." "Christine is doing very well." "She recognizes all of her colors, and..." "I think she's following along when I read to her." "Or when I read to her, too." "You're talking as if..." "I'm not even there." "It feels like you aren't there." "Which I realize is a kind of illusion, but that's... that's how it feels." "You know... like you suggested, Sweets and I are gonna go check out the victim's apartment." "How was the interrogation?" "Not good." "The, uh, girl's mother turned out to be a big-deal... criminal defense lawyer, and... she won't let her talk." "Protecting her child." "But I think she wants to tell me the truth." "The truth is best." "You taught me that." "Look, we're gonna... get past all of this." "I-I don't even know what "all of this" is." "Hey." "Hey, look..." "I love you, okay?" "You love me." "Everything's gonna be okay." "I know you want me to accept what you're saying on faith-- because you're a man of faith-- but I believe in patterns and sequences, and... this sequence doesn't end well unless something disrupts the pattern." "It is not merely a case of rewiring the capacitors, even though they are nonpolarized, but flywheel and drive shafts are also affected, not to mention the complex wiring regarding the thermostat." "This is not what I expected." "What did you expect?" "Well, I thought maybe you'd turn it upside down and shake it." "It weighs six tons." "Oh, joking, yes." "All right, let's give it a go." "Give what a go?" "I'm gonna turn it on again." "What?" "Wait." "Wait." "Did you not hear me say wait?" "Wow." "Okay, this place is completely different from when me and Bones checked it out." "Wow." "It's, like, no photos, no... artwork or collectibles." "This furniture's obviously rented." "Sweets, everything is gone." "Nothing's here;" "everything was taken out." "Maybe the condo people moved it into storage." "This computer might tell us something." "Yeah, I was hoping you'd be able to give me some insight into how this guy ticks." "Books are gone." "I think there was a kayak over here." "Booth!" "The window!" "How many?" "Freeze." "FBI." "Ooh, FBI." "I'm shaking." "Danny?" "You look like hell, Booth." "You need to eat vegetables, get some sleep." "So what are we gonna do, we gonna just shoot each other?" "Not here." "Bad grade school memories." "All right." "So I guess you're not gonna tell me what you were doing in that apartment, huh?" "I was there doing what I do." "That sort of tells you everything you need to know." "Ha-ha." "Okay." "See you, Danny." "Booth!" "Booth!" "He's getting away." "He's..." "Yep." "He's getting away." "He's getting away." "Looks that way." "Who is that guy?" "That was Danny Beck." "Old Army buddy." "He's CIA." "So, Jonas Siedel was CIA." "That introduces a lot of suspects." "Yeah, including Iran and North Korea, and everyone else in the world that's mad at us." "So this whole accountant-studying- European-transportation thing was a cover?" "Look, Danny was just making sure that the apartment was sanitized;" "that's what he does." "Oh." "Okay, so it's not in any way my fault that I couldn't get anything off the apartment, then." "Interesting." "Why?" "Danny has nothing against us solving Siedel's murder." "He's just not gonna help." "Look, the CIA's gonna work it from their side, we'll work it from our side." "We are at war with the CIA?" "That's a little melodramatic." "Hey, they have killer robot drones, Cam." "Read a newspaper." "You seem very interested in this Band-Aid." "Leave no stone unturned, Dr. Hodgins." "I'll check out the wound, you'll run tests on the Band-Aid." "So we're really desperate on this one, huh?" "Going down for the third time." "Hey." "How much would you give me if it's a small puncture wound of the sort that would be delivered by a hypodermic needle full of untraceable CIA poison?" "Let's pursue a few less exotic options first, okay?" "Yeah." "Sure." "Just a minor abrasion." "So, this is our cause of death." "A boo-boo." "Every single hard drive, memory card and piece of memory has been removed, erased." "Look, just do the best that you can." "Booth, without memory, computers are just toasters." "There's no information." "Well, crumbs in a toaster can tell you what someone had for breakfast, huh?" "Well, a bagel?" "Raisin toast?" "A crumpet?" "You want me to look for crumpet crumbs?" "Is there anything else?" "Yeah, there is something else." "Stop telling Bones I'm lying to her." "What's the problem, Booth?" "What, do you need one more fling before settling down?" "I'm not a fling kind of a guy, and you know that." "Maybe Brennan isn't as attractive to you now that she's become a mom." "You're not helping the situation." "You're ruining her very fragile heart." "You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Seeley, I got customers out there." "In three minutes, they're gonna start serving themselves." "Look, I just have a fast question, Father." "Aldo." "Aldo, right." "Look, I would sacrifice my own life for Bones, all right?" "I would kill for her." "Then why am I not calling Pelant's bluff, huh?" "I mean, it's not my fault I put first the happiness of the woman I love." "That's true." "It's true, right?" "One question." "When Temperance finds out that you put her happiness ahead of the lives of five innocent people, how will she react?" "You knew the answer already." "You just needed to hear me say it." "Hey, do me a favor." "Pass these around to a couple of your hard-drinking FBI pals and don't tell any of them that I used to be a priest." "Hey, Aldo!" "Right." "The challenge now is to figure out which of these injuries occurred before death, which caused death, and which were caused after the body fell through a rusty grate into a giant spinning propeller." "There's a diffuse pattern of remodeled injuries that occurred at the same time approximately six years ago." "I thought maybe it was a car accident, but the fracturing appears random and spread over the entire body." "It's a bomb, Daisy." "But there's no sign of shrapnel." "But these butterfly fractures on the visceral surface of the ribs resulted from a bending force." "A shockwave." "That's why he had a prosthetic stapes." "The blast deafened him." "Wow." "Being a CIA operative is a very tough gig." "It's really getting late." "Ooh, I hope we got Sleepy Hollow on the DVR." "Booth is punishing me." "I know that you think that I should stay out of it, but detachment isn't really my thing." "What's with the printer?" "I know what you did there." "You detached." "I am telling you, Angie, there is something going on with Booth that we don't know about." "So, what is with the printer?" "Well, the CIA removed all the memory, but what if I could re-create the final image that the printer printed?" "Ghosting." "Oh, that is awesome." "Hey, can I make a suggestion?" "Lay off Booth?" "Yes, and run triturated laundry detergent through the printer drum instead of toner." "Why?" "Um, because laundry detergents contain triazine-stilbenes and benzoxazolines." "You know what?" "I don't need to know why, because I've learned to have faith in you, even when you use words like "triturate."" "Thank you." "Mm-hmm." "Sharp-force trauma accounts for almost all the injuries postdating the remodeled fractures the victim sustained in the explosion six years ago, congruent with multiple strikes from the air-conditioning unit blades." "Those injuries are obscuring the cause of death." "We need to ask ourselves, what injuries match the height of the blood spatter in the hotel room?" "Two and a half to three meters." "So, head wound." "Here in the right temporoparietal." "The injury measures 62.8 by 35.2 millimeters." "There's another impact on the left temporoparietal." "Both wounds are consistent with a slow-loading force." "So, not from the blades or the fall." "A low-velocity blunt trauma." "He was conked on the head... twice." "Which gives us cause of death." "Would you care to high-five?" "I would not." "I can do it myself." " Cam?" " Cam?" "Okay." "How about you come out in here and see me?" "First come, first served." "We've ascertained cause of death." "It was lateral thinking..." "Stop." "Dr. Brennan." "Cause of death was two blows to the head." "Angela?" "The last thing the victim printed was a photograph." "A white cat in a snowstorm?" "It's a ghost of the last photo that came out of his printer." "Ooh, sexy hotel sex." "That's the room at the Lightfoot." "Hey, the logo on the headboard is the same" " in this photograph." " That could be Lily Thorn." "Oh, it could also be me." "We'd all understand if it were." "It's not." "I'm just saying that she's not identifiable." "Body type tells us that this man's not the victim." "Oh, you think the victim interrupted this liaison, and this man hit him with a blunt object and threw him out the window?" "How do we identify the man?" "Well, his name is H. Gloeckner." "How did you know that?" "It's on his briefcase." "H. Gloeckner." "My name is Heinrich Gloeckner." "I am chief executive officer of Gloeckner AG based in Hamburg, Germany." "AG?" "Doesn't that mean it's a public corporation with shareholders and a board?" "Yes." "Which is why I'm here, cooperating, in the hopes you will be discreet when you realize" "I had nothing to do with this murder." "Right, okay." "Well, let's say we play a little game of show-and-tell, huh?" "Shall we?" "Let's start with the identity of this young woman right here." "Um, she gave me the name Melody." "I assume it was false." "And?" "Yes." "This is Melody." "And?" "He said his name was John." "Also a lie, I assume." "Were John and Melody blackmailing you?" "No, it did not come to that." "John showed me this photo to demonstrate he had other, more incriminating photos if I reneged on our deal." "What deal?" "John wanted my company to employ a team of outside consultants to work on a Chinese dam project." "Your company makes dams?" "My company makes pumps." "Pumps?" "Um, this is the, uh... the team of consultants based in Terre Haute, Indiana." "Why?" "I assumed" "John and Melody were American spies who were looking to find a way into the Chinese mega-projects." "Is the consulting contract worth a lot of money?" "No." "It's a pittance." "Certainly not worth killing for." "She made me think she liked me." "And you met with Melody at...?" "Perhaps 10:00." "Uh, she left my room after midnight." "John came in, showed me the photo, and I left." "What time?" "Before 1:00 a.m." "I can go?" "Afraid not." "Agent Booth, do I strike you as a kind of man who would be foolish enough to murder a CIA agent?" "Angela, how long have you been with Hodgins?" "Um, working together ten years, sleeping together five years and married three years." "With regard to the murder weapon, we should try to be more specific." "Yes, Dr. Brennan." "Wait." "What?" "We should figure out if it's a pipe or a baseball bat or something else." "No, I mean, you can't just ask a loaded question like, "How long have you been with Hodgins?"" "and then go back to work stuff." "I wanted to compare your experience with Hodgins to recent brain chemistry discoveries and my current situation with Booth." ""What recent brain chemistry discoveries?"" "she asked, even though she doesn't care." "Phase one of what we call love is an overload of neurotransmitters." "It feels like falling." "Thus, falling in love." "Exactly." "Phase one lasts less than a year." " No, no, no." " Phase two involves the production of oxytocin and vasopressin, particularly after orgasm." "That's correct." "Lance and I had a lot of phase two." "Phase two either evolves into long-term attachment or, much more frequently, fails, and the search begins for another phase one stimulation with... a new lover." "Love is not chemistry." "I'm sensing you have evidence that Booth's neocortex is propelling him towards new phase one stimulation?" "Booth has been going to a strip club." "That-that does not sound right." "Well, I found several of these in his pocket." "Paradise Lost?" "Starting over isn't so bad, Dr. Brennan." "Lance and I are friends now." "Stop talking, Daisy." "You and Booth will be just like me and Lance, I prom..." "Oh." "Angela!" "I warned her." "Everybody heard me." "We know that you were involved in a sex sting on a foreign national." "Don't say a word." "We don't think you killed anyone." "We also know that Jonas Siedel recruited you on behalf of the CIA." "What?" "Is that true?" "Mom, you're supposed to be my lawyer in here, not my mom." "You've been lying to me?" "Jonas didn't call the shots." "Lily here set the honey pot." "It's my job to keep secrets, Agent Booth." "I can't help you." "This interview is over." "My lawyer is, for once, right." "Look, Lily, what if I could persuade you just to answer a couple more questions?" "I don't think that's possible." "If this operation was as top secret as you thought it was, don't you think" "Danny and the CIA would have shut us down by now?" "In fact, I think Danny worked it so that I would catch him." "Might as well have told us Jonas Siedel's murder didn't have anything to do with his CIA work." "Whether you like Jonas Siedel or not, you could at least help us catch his killer." "Even your mama would agree with that." "I certainly do not agree." "Mom, you're gonna have to leave." "What?" "Honey, I am your lawyer." "I don't need a lawyer." "What do you want to know?" "So, when you last saw Jonas, he was with the German?" "Yes." " Around midnight." " You see that German killing Jonas?" "No." "Did you see anyone else?" "Earlier in the evening, my mother was at the bar." "By coincidence." "I'm afraid she formed the idea that I was an escort." "Imagine her relief when she found out you were a patriot." "Thanks for helping us out." "Dr. Brennan, your report states that the Band-Aid we found was likely on Jonas Siedel's jaw?" "Yes." "The tissue trauma's size and severity matches the bone bruising to the left mandible." "Given that you are still in the... first year of your sexual relationship with Arastoo and so deeply in the grip of dopamine..." "I know this is about Booth, and my advice to you would be to trust him." "I feel the intense feelings of romantic love are fading from our relationship." "Have you looked at Booth lately?" "He's miserable." "If what you're suggesting were actually true, you'd both be experiencing relief." "Do you feel relieved?" "I don't always know what I'm feeling." "Well, you are not relieved, Dr. Brennan." "You're miserable." "And so is Booth." "And that is love." "The... blow to the victim's jaw took place approximately eight hours before his death, so I'm... not sure they're related." "Dr. Hodgins found traces of rose oil in the Band-Aid." "So he was struck with something made of leather?" "Something made of really, really expensive leather." "I'd appreciate it if you passed this information on to Booth." "No." "Why can't you do it?" "Because I'm asking you to do it, please." "Cam..." "Wow." "Okay, well, thanks for meeting us here, Ms. Thorn." "Who is this?" "This..." "Oh, this here is my associate, Dr. Temperance Brennan from the" "Jeffersonian Institution." "Smart girl, huh?" "Yes." "Very smart." "You have a cruel sense of humor, asking me to the hotel where my daughter plies her trade as what is apparently a..." "patriotic prostitute." "Well, she told us that you thought that she was an escort." "Oh, God, well, uh, Lily had become very evasive lately, so I followed her here." "She was all dolled up, talking to a man about meeting another man." "And I jumped to conclusions." "What is this?" "It's a warrant for your briefcase." "Yeah, the $5,000 briefcase you hit Jonas Siedel with because you thought he was your daughter's pimp." "You're under arrest, Marianne Thorn, for the murder of Jonas Siedel." "Based on particulate evidence." "That can be easily explain away in court." "Besides, brainiac here will tell you that whoever hit Jonas Siedel in the jaw with my briefcase did it several hours before he died." "We never said where you hit him." "Right." "She got you." "Come on." "Let's go." "I stipulate to the assault." "It's cruel and unusual punishment not to let a woman finish her martini after the day I've had." "Well, I have to get my digs in somehow, Ms. Thorn." "Come on." "Really?" "Really." "Okay." "That's it." "All right." "Oh, come on in." "It's ladies' night." "There are no ladies here." "Uh, maybe you're the beginning of a trend." "Wine?" "I..." "I'll have the ladies' special." "You're Booth's girl?" "Temperance Brennan?" "I wouldn't use the term "girl."" "I'm Aldo Clemens." "I used to be Booth's confessor when he was a Ranger." "Me and him are having a tough time breaking the habit even though Booth's the reason I quit being a priest and decided God was my worst enemy." "God is a myth." "No, I don't think so." "I think he's a bastard." "Booth was a sniper." "He asked for forgiveness from you every time he killed somebody?" "Through me, technically." "You can imagine why a guy might get soul-sick providing absolution." "I don't believe in souls, either." "Booth loves you." "Booth told you that?" "He confessed it to me." "Not being married is a sin to him." "I'm not sure a nonbeliever can understand that kind of sacrifice." "I wanted to marry him." "Not as much as he wants to marry you." "Do you want me to have faith in him?" "You know, I've seen Booth do some terrible and..." "and difficult things, but only if he was compelled by a very good reason." "Are you asleep?" "If you are, I'd like you to wake up now." "I watched the tapes of you interrogating that lawyer lady." "You weren't very nice." "As if I needed another reason to adore you." "So what do you think?" "I think she's telling the truth." "Which leaves us nowhere." "So why are you sleeping?" "Oh!" "That's cause of death." "So, anything we found in the hotel room match the weapon?" "No." "Meaning the killer brought a three-foot-long pole with him, conked Siedel on the head, and then took it with him when he left?" "So it's a cane?" "Well, if a cane could bend." "See, it struck him here, and then wrapped around there." "And there was something on the end of whatever that was that whipped into his temple." "What are you thinking, Booth?" "You know, everyone was fooled by this innocent-looking girl:" "me, Sweets, the mother." "So you think the murderer was someone else who misread her?" "All I'm saying is when we took Lily Thorn in for questioning, her boss seemed to think that she could do no wrong." "Does Lily's boss carry around a weirdly flexible cane that could smash a temple?" "I thought Jonas was taking advantage of Lily, using his superior position to press her into having an affair with him." "So I followed him to that hotel, and he he gave her to another man." "I confronted him, and he said it was none of my business." "I just, I snapped." "I didn't mean to kill him." "I did it for you." "♪ What could make this night" "♪ Without you at my side?" "♪ I catch myself instead" "♪ Staring straight ahead..." "Got the guy, huh?" "Yeah, we got the guy... thanks to you." "I didn't do anything." "I mean, seriously, if anyone asks, I didn't do anything." "Okay." "What do you want, Danny?" "To tell you we owe you one." "The CIA owes me one?" "You don't got to put labels on everything, Booth." "I said we owe you one, we owe you one." "All right, you owe me one." "Thanks." "And you know there's always a place for you with us, you ever decide to leave this..." "cute little job you got here." "Well, the way things are going right now," "I might just take you up on that." "Take care." "Yeah." "Did he confess?" "Yeah." "He was hoping that no one would be able to identify the body or see the cause of death if he dumped the body into the air-conditioning unit." "Booth, I have to tell you something." "Uh, all right, look, Bones, please, just... you just got to give me a little more time, that's all, please." "No, Booth, I'm not..." "I'm not leaving you." "What I want to tell you is that I have absolute faith in you." "I trust you." "I know you love me and Christine, and..." "I'm sorry I lost sight of that temporarily." "You're a good man." "You have your reasons, and when you can, you'll share them with me." "I'm sorry." "Look, I'm sorry..." "We'll be fine." "But next time, it's your turn to ask me to marry you." "I will." "As soon as I can, I will." "I know." "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"