"My dad thinks I'm selfish." "So I wanna steal him some spare parts for his birthday." "You're a good son, man." "Hey, dude, I'm not moving." "Dude, yourjacket's caught on the barb wire." "Bounce around a little bit, and you'll come loose." "Whoa!" "That worked great." " So, what kind of car does he have?" " Old one." "Toyota FJ 40." "He loves that thing more than me." "That's for sure." " Check it out!" " Oh, wow." "Can you imagine if I gave him that gold side mirror?" "I could glue it on his truck." "Gotta be gentle." "It's coming." "The car's bleeding." "There's something back there." "Okay, look." "Just to be clear, I asked you out for a drink to talk... not because I'm desperate for male company." " You think of me as male company?" " Can I get you anything?" "Vodka up, please." "And my grandson here will have another of whatever that is." "Oh, sidecar, but, no, I'm fine." "Okay, one more." "One more." "I'm cabbing it." "You just got divorced and broke up with your fiancé." "It's totally understandable that you don't feel like sex." " I feel like sex." " Oh." "Sex is what I feel like." "Now, I could jump Hodgins... but it doesn't seem fair somehow." " Do you agree?" " Well, what matters is that it doesn't seem fair to you." "I hate it when shrinks do that." "Look, I've been alone now for quite a while, which is not like me." "Yeah, well, when we open ourselves emotionally and get hurt... we're reluctant to allow ourselves to be that vulnerable again." "It's been, like, six weeks." " That's a" " Long time." "Yes, of course it is." "The longest I've gone without since I lost my virginity  at age 16." " Mmm." " Which is the normal age." " Sometimes older's just fine too." "I'm not promiscuous, Sweets." "I don't sleep with just anybody." "I do require an emotional connection." " Spiritual actually." " Mm-hmm." "It's spiritual to me." "And fun, of course." " Who doesn't like sex, right?" " Hey" "Didn't we order these drinks a long time ago?" " You're right." " About what?" "I have been protecting myself." "Without the risk of pain... there can be no possibility of pleasure or joy or love." "Yes, yes!" "And regaining that willingness to take a risk..." " that can take time." " No." " No?" " I'm done protecting myself." "I'm ready to move on." " You're good." "You really are." " Thank you." " Yeah, no problem." " To love, huh?" "Enjoy." "And sex!" "Looks like someone with a crooked nose was trying to get rid of our friend here." " There's no way to know that the killer had a crooked nose." " You mean the mob?" " It was a mob hit." " He clearly wasn't wearing a seat belt." "We're gonna need theJaws of Life to pry this guy out of here." "No." "That could compromise the remains." "It seems that any viable examination pre-extraction is impossible- unless somebody has X-ray vision." "I meant to warn you that Miss Wick came up in the rotation." "This time you'll be glad I'm here, Dr. Brennan." "I promise." "The height of the nasal root points to a Caucasian." "The large brow ridges suggest a male." " We need cause of death." " Of the Caucasian male?" "What can be seen of the temporal zygomatic and frontal bones indicates... that they're in multiple fragments, possibly from the crushing of the car." "We have access to blood and fluids." "I'll run a tox screen." "Booth is checking the records at thejunkyard... to see who brought in the car and when it was processed." "I'll use an endoscope to retrieve any particulates... without disturbing the remains." " Brennan." " Hey, have you been seeing anybody?" "Listen, I don't want to be rude, but I just don't think that's any of your business." " I haven't." " Me either." " But I'm gonna start." " Right." "Yeah." "Me too." "I mean, like, right away." " Sweets agrees that it's time." " Sweets?" " We shouldn't fear putting our hearts out there." " Sweets." " That's so beautiful." " And so inappropriate over a decomposing body." "Booth found out who delivered the car to the junkyard for crushing." "Invoice was made out to BB Enterprises." "This was the sixth car that was crushed and sent back to this address." " Oh, so you think there might be five more bodies?" " Well, you know what?" "If this is mob related and we bring down the big boys... we will sell the movie rights for a fortune." " But what if it's not the mob?" " Come on." "Do the math, Bones." "Well, the math wouldn't indicate motive or identify a suspect." "And you haven't even provided enough variables" "It's a figure of speech, Bones, all right?" "Here we are." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "What goes first?" " Gun goes first." " That's right." " What if you get shot?" " Don't say things like that." "You're gonna jinx me." "Well, if you're relying on superstition for safety, perhaps I should carry the gun." "No, you are definitely not carrying the gun." "Just give me some space, all right?" "Is that legal?" "Look, if anybody asks, the door was open." "No, it isn't." "Ah, right." "Okay." "Okay." "What the hell are you supposed to be?" " Booth?" " What?" " Look at this." " What is it?" "Blood." "The artist did a series of six sculptures over the past two years." "Sculptures?" "Whoa." "These things are going for hundreds and thousands of dollars." "All cultures put a great value on art." "Yeah, art- a nice bowl of fruit, dogs playing poker." " If I sold all the crap that was in my garage, I could retire." " It's hard to explain." " I'd make a fortune." " Geoffrey's work is a brilliant examination of consumerism..." " and the destruction of the soul." " I see twisted metal." "Well, you need to look beneath the surface." "Uh, we did." "And we found a dead body." " Which is exactly why you're not going anywhere." " Agent Booth?" " Yeah?" " The luminol is showing evidence of blood all over the floor." " Of course it is." " Excuse me?" " Kiko was here." " Kiko?" "Kiko, the performance artist." " Pig's blood is an integral and crucial part of her work." " Is that even legal?" "We'll decide what's pig and what isn't." "Pull some samples." " I've already called my lawyer." " That's great." "Tell him to meet you at the F.B.I. offices." "Oh, I didn't call him for me." "You see how much these works are worth." "You are liable for any damages." " Damage?" " They're crushed cars." " They're wrecks." " Fortunately, your ignorance... and lack of appreciation of Geoffrey's work don't affect its value." "Okay." "All right, guys." "Careful handling the junk." "Apparently it is art." " All right?" " Uh, perhaps I could help?" "I'm Roxie Lyon, Geoffrey Thorne's assistant." "Does the artist make a habit of encasing corpses..." " within his sculptures?" " Excuse me?" "We found one of these crushed cars and traced it back here to this address." "We've done the best we can without ripping one of these things apart." " No accordion dead bodies?" " The cadaver dogs can identify human blood." " They didn't find any." " Oh, my God." " Helen?" " Yes?" "Do you think Geoffrey might have actually done it?" "No." "That was all just depressed-artist talk, Roxie." "You should know that." "You're a depressed artist yourself." "Hello." "Do you want to explain this to me?" "Uh, recently Geoffrey's been talking about... finding a way to make himself part of the art." " Do you mean literally?" " The ultimate artistic act." "Geoffrey was depressed, and he said he felt like he reached his limit as an artist." "We'd like to show you a picture of the remains- only if you're up for it." "I suggest you don't look at the person... but rather this distinct ring." " That's Geoffrey." " I know that ring." "I designed it myself." "It's Geoffrey." " Bravo, Geoffrey." " You are an extremely unlikable woman." " Mr. Thorne have any enemies?" " Why?" "It's obvious he did this himself." "To you, perhaps." "But we actually require evidence." "Anton Deluca." "He's an artist and a rival of Geoffrey's." " They had a pretty big argument here the other night." " About what?" "What all artists argue about- money." " Do you know what this is?" " TheJaws of Life." "23,000 pounds per square inch of raw prying power." "You really want to be the one to use that, don't you?" " It's not displaced sexual frustration." " Of course not." "I am totally cool if Angela wants to date already- or, I mean, again." "Right." "You do know the point is to remove the human remains... from inside the car with minimal disruption of the evidence?" "Though these tox results are suggesting suicide." "You got these from the tissue samples?" "Mostly skin, some brain matter." "Clonazepam, lamotrigine, quetiapine, venlafaxine..." " hydrocodone, oxycodone and codeine." " Wow!" "Anti-anxiety drugs, mood stabilizers... antipsychotics, antidepressants and painkillers." "He was under psychiatric care." "Even spent a week in the psych ward last March." "Our victim could have been dead from an overdose before he was crushed." "Can't tell for sure." "Longtime abusers build up a tolerance... so this could've been a typical Wednesday night for the guy." "Best way to find out is to crack her open, baby!" " I didn't mean "baby. "" " Carefully, Dr. Hodgins." "Like removing a baby bird from an egg." "Stand back, ladies." "This is about to get medieval." "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" "Sorry, chéri." "Apparently this is an historic piece of art." "It's a hard car shell with a gooey corpse filling." "I've already collected textile, tissue and bone samples." "That was before I got here." "Here on in... this is an historic piece of art." "These fine people persuaded a judge of that and got a temporary injunction." " Oh, this sucks!" " Roxie?" "Angie?" " Roxie." " Oh, my God." " Hi." " What are you doing here?" " What's going on?" " Those two are old friends... from college, if that's the same Roxie." "Luckily, I took the initiative and got those samples before the injunction." " Injunction?" " This heap is considered art." "Well, it's gorgeous." "Where does this leave our investigation?" "You can still examine it." "You just can't disrupt it in any way." "Don't worry." "This is only temporary." "We'll see how artistic people are feeling when it starts stinking." "Just don't scratch it." "Don't scratch the crushed automobile which encases a rotting dead body?" "Good." "We understand each other." "Geoffrey Thorne, dead?" "This is a great day for the art world." "Yeah, well, last time you were seen together, you were arguing." " Well, we never saw each other without arguing, so" " You disliked Geoffrey Thorne?" "Well, let's just say between his work and his guts..." "I don't know which I hated more." "Yeah, well, artistically speaking, crushing him up in his own work- that would be very, uh, symbolic." "Is that what happened?" "Oh, that-that's hilarious." "He crushed himself inside of one ofhis stupid car sculptures?" "An exhibitionist right to the bitter end." "How po-mo." " "Po-mo"?" " Uh, "postmodern. "" "Let me tell you." "Geoffrey's hermetic aestheticism... was choked with tawdry pastiche." "He had plastic intentions and weak enterprise." "All right." "Someone I understand less than you." "This is asymmetrical and yet still pleasing to the eye." "Okay, I take that back." "Why don't you just say it's... pretty?" " I don't do pretty." " Okay." "Simmer down there, Picasso." "You get a compliment, you be polite." " I don't do polite either." " Maybe that's why you're broke." "Who gave you my name?" "Was it that Kabuki ghoul, Helen Bridenbecker?" "Shouldn't you be trying harder to look innocent?" "Yeah." "How long have you and Thorne hated each other?" "You can write down "since before the big bang. "" "Oh, no." "There was no "before" before the big bang, because time didn't exist." "If there are no organizing properties" "Bones, I'm just gonna write down, "It's been a while. " All right?" " So, why were you arguing at the gallery?" " We heard it was about money." "Well, I might have said he was a sellout." "I usually do." "But I didn't think to kill him." "Now it's too late, right?" "Well, if you didn't kill him, then who did?" "Well, I'd look at his girlfriend if I were you." " No one has mentioned a girlfriend." " Roxie." "His "assistant. "" "He said he was gonna leave all his money to her." "I mean, this is kind of basic stuff you guys should know, right?" "Did you have, like, buckets of coffee this morning?" "You're very shaky." "Could you take a step back, please?" "A little more." "Just a little more." " Like tiptoeing mice." " Rats." "Do you want me to try?" "Let me try." "I'm very dexterous." "Oh, you won't be sorry." "I was going to say that I had an accident over here... but I don't like lying." "You dumped a bucket full of dermestid beetles onto this work of art." " They'll strip the flesh off our victim in no time." " Within 30 hours." " Am I fired?" " Au contraire." "Remind me of this moment around Christmas bonus time." " I'm in!" " Good work, Miss Wick." "Well, we could've been here hours ago... if Dr. Saroyan would have given me the endoscope sooner." "Thanks for mentioning that." "There's too much flesh to really get an idea of the bone damage." "Thirty hours." "I was Geoffrey Thorne's assistant for almost four years." "Okay, I suggest you start with the mundane and then work yourself up- to the sexual stuff." "So, did you have a sexual relationship with your boss?" " Okay, that's the total opposite of my suggestion." " No." "No." "So what was the nature of your relationship?" "I assisted Geoffrey." "I handled the details of his day-to-day life." " Are you sure it's Geoffrey?" " Prevaricate." "Keep her guessing." " Yes." "We're positive." " Why am I here?" "As his personal assistant, did you get him his drugs?" "If you mean his prescriptions, then yes." "I picked them up for him, and I reminded him to take them." " Ask her ifThorne was clinically depressed." " He was depressed, right?" "Yes." "He was suicidal." "Seeing a shrink." "That's why you're here." "Because you think Geoffrey took an overdose?" "Look, if he killed himself, I mean, wouldn't he have left a suicide note?" "Yeah, I would think that he would have left me a message." "Look, if you weren't sleeping with Thorne... then why did he name you the sole beneficiary of his estate?" "Geoffrey's will?" "Yeah." "It's" " It's about one million dollars." "Look at that." "I had no idea that he was gonna do that." "Perhaps jealousy is her motive for killing Thorne?" "Why else would she deny sleeping with him?" " I don't think so." " I swear." "No, there was another reason why you weren't sleeping with Thorne." "Isn't that right, Roxie?" "Angela told you, didn't she?" " What?" "Told us what?" " Why don't you tell me?" "I'm gay." "I'm a lesbian." "I've never been with a man in my life, and I never will." "Oh, that changes everything." "So according to his will..." "Roxie stands to inherit Thorne's entire estate." "She said they were close." "Well, people usually leave money like that to a wife or a lover." " I don't think so." " Because?" "Because Roxie's an old friend, and she'd have told me." " Well, she says she's a lesbian." " Delicacy, Bones." "What?" "It's not an affliction, Booth." "Yes, Roxie is gay." "At least she was when we were together." " Where, in school?" " Yes." " Oh, you heard rumors?" " No, I have firsthand knowledge." "Oh, you walked in on her." "That's awkward." "No, we were together... for over a year." " Wow." "You and Roxie" " You have a problem with that?" "No!" "I was just processing the information there." "That's all." "And in doing so, I was envisioning you and her, you know, together, and" "Well, not to- Well, together, but" " Really?" "Women tend not to be as rigid in their sexual identities as men." "Weren't we talking about murder here?" "Did she ever show any interest in men?" "No." "And she would never kill anybody." "You haven't been close in a long time." " She hasn't changed." " Except that now she's rich." "Yeah, and before Thorne was killed, she wasn't rich." "Roxie never cared about money." "I thought that you didn't speculate?" "That doesn't preclude pursuing a logical line of inquiry." "We still don't even know that it was murder." "Thorne wrote about the need to become one with his work." "He was ill." "The logical signs point to suicide, don't they?" "Okay." "You're right, Ange." "We're sorry." "We didn't mean to upset you." "I have work to do." "Okay?" "Here's the C2 axis." "A little further." "The C1 atlas." "We're almost to the cranium." "Nice." "Now maybe you'll be able to rescue the princess." "That's funny." "Everyone here is so nice." "You know, I think I may have initially come off as a bit too needy." "My family was pretty dysfunctional... so I tend to want a work environment to fulfill certain needs." "Perhaps some therapy might help." "What a thoughtful suggestion." "I always wanted a sister." "Dr. Brennan, Miss Wick and I were just observing the handiwork of your beetles." "They did a beautiful job of cleaning the bones." "But half the remains are still obscured by the metal." " The victim's right iliac crest shows a simple fracture." " I also found micro fractures... extending from his right ribs, five through 10, down his right greater trochanter." " Very good." " Really?" "And they were really small." "Micro fractures are by definition small." "What does this damage indicate?" "A test." "Okay." "The damage is inconclusive." "Um, the fractures could easily be explained by the crushing of the car." " But some could be the result of an attack or a fall." " I agree." "She agrees." "Victim's clothing shows traces of calcium oxide... ferric oxide and magnesium oxide." "Now, it wasn't found on the car seats or the carpet." "Just pressed into the fabric of his shirt- front and back." " From what?" " Could be from stone if he was sculpting... if he was lying on gravel or about a hundred other things." "I can't say without getting further access to the interior of the car." "Which access you were expressly denied by a federal judge." "A federal judge who turned red and then blue... and then some other color I have never seen before... when he heard that flesh-eating beetles... had somehow infested said work of art." "Dermestid beetles were not specifically forbidden on the injunction." " I don't suppose "spirit of the law" means anything to you?" "That little Kabuki lady started screaming like you peed on the Mona Lisa... that you compromised the integrity of the piece." "That little stunt turned good opinion from the judge against us." " How long have we got?" " Two days to find evidence of foul play." " And after that?" " The question goes to the court... and we grow old and die before a decision is made." "And if there is a murderer, that murderer walks around free." "Ideas?" "I will think about it until my head explodes." "This one's a keeper." "Geoffrey let me use part of his studio." "Roxie, these are wonderful." " Thanks, Angie." " What does Helen say?" " We're talking about an exhibition." " That's great." " When was your last show?" " Eight years ago, when we were together." "I don't know." "Is it too sappy to say that you were my muse?" "Or perhaps my entire source of self-confidence as an artist?" "Your people think I killed Geoffrey." "I can't talk to you about an ongoing murder investigation." "If you can't prove it was a suicide..." "I'm gonna spend the rest of my life being Geoffrey Thorne's murderer." "That could jack up the price of your work, right?" "Sorry." "Roxie." "Yeah, that's actually the first piece that caught Helen's eye." "She wanted to buy it from me for herself." "Why didn't you sell this?" "Some things aren't for sale." "I remember sitting for this." " Yeah." " Happiest time of my life." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "I have to go." "Why?" "I know how to prove that Geoffrey Thorne committed suicide." "This type of device can be used... to scan boxcars, shipping containers- anything metal where items can be hidden." "Amazing it is, this machine you have." "Star Wars?" "Youth doesn't excuse everything, Miss Wick." "So, you're feeding the scans into the Angelator?" " Every crease and fold, yeah." " We have less than 40 hours, you know." "We're aware of the time." "We don't need a countdown." "Then I'll recalibrate... and get a digital rendering of the bones inside, which I can enhance." "You found out how to show what bone damage came from the actual crushing of the car." "Factoring in the pounds per square inch of force exerted by the car crusher." "Oh, I hope you've included the car's frame... and the tensile strength of the victim's skeletal structure." "I'll make a note." "Well, I programmed my phone to get the five-day forecast." "Okay, take a look at this." "Here we have our car, right?" "It had a low-carbon steel frame... with a yield strength of 22,450 P.S.I." "So, since I know the hydraulic crusher imparts 163 tons of force- first horizontally, then at a 32-degree curling motion" "I was able to verify the source of every single ripple on the surface of the crushed car." "Which then gave me the data to play the crushing backwards." " How'd you do that?" " Well, Daisy provided me... with the approximate tensile strength of each of Geoffrey's bones." "Plugged in the bone fragments' final positions, and, based on those... correlated each injury as the body was moved through the car as it was crushed." "Oh, God." "I really hope that guy didn't know what was happening to him." "His bones sustained 88 fractures... all of which can be explained by the crushing in the car." " Suicide." " Most likely, yeah." "What's that?" "Um-This run included the last of the data." "Oh, no." " What?" " There's an 89th fracture." "The fracture there on his occipital" " It was not caused by the car being crushed." " What caused it?" "I need to examine the skull." "It wasn't supposed to be this way." " I wanted to prove it wasn't murder." " But it is." "The 89th fracture proves that Geoffrey Thorne was murdered." "Okay, I got the injunction removed." "You are free to crack open the car and remove the remains." " Thanks, Caroline." "You are da bomb." " Why is she a bomb?" " No, "da bomb. "" " What changed?" "It was a million-dollar piece of art yesterday, and today it's a piece of junk." "Chérie, you proved murder." "That changed it from a work of art into a crime scene." "This is crazy." "I don't understand." "And I'm not used to not understanding things." "Legally speaking, all that matters is that it's a crime scene." " Isn't that right, Caroline?" " That's right." "Get in there and solve the murder just like always." " That I understand." " Thanks." "Stand back." "I am goin' in." "Ah!" "Careful." "Okay." "Now, what we wanna do here... is remove the skull very carefully." "Carefully." "Oh, my" "I can't believe you did that." "Bummer." "Usually when you say "we," you mean "me. "" "I'm so sorry." "I'll put it together." "I will stay up all night." "I'll do it." "Well, I will assist you every step of the way." " I will not leave your side." " I would prefer to do it alone." " Am I under arrest?" " No." "You're one of the good guys, all right?" "Look up Anton Deluca on the F.B.I. database." "That's Geoffrey Thorne's big rival, huh?" " He's a forger?" " You gotta be kidding me." "Under the alias of Lucas Danton?" "I mean, this guy really loves himself." "Yeah." "Two years in prison." "Forging." "Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud- Must be pretty good." "So I got a dead artist and a forger who hates him." "That's gotta cheer you up." "I mean, your friend is no longer our prime suspect." " Thanks, Booth." " Anytime." " So, does it freak you out?" " What?" "You know, that Roxie and I were a couple." "No." "I mean, come on." "You had feelings for somebody." " I'm surprised." " Why?" "Because you think I'm some kind of lunkhead cop?" " No, I just" " All right" "Look." "My Aunt Ruth had a roommate, okay?" "She was my favorite aunt." "She and Frannie, they'd take me to the ballpark, to the movies." "And I heard talk when I was a kid." "Beat up my friend Pete because of it... then found out it was true." " And?" " I already said she was my favorite aunt." "And Frannie-Well, you know, she had box seats for the Phillies games." "I mean, come on." "It doesn't get any better than that, right?" "Right." "So, you and Roxie- Hey, you know what I mean?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "So you brought me along." "What can I do to help you?" "I want you to be an artist." "And keep me from looking like an idiot." "I'm not positive I can do both." "So, we subpoenaed your bank records, and you're not exactly a starving artist." " Where'd you get the money?" " Hey, Booth?" "The brush strokes on this painting match the brush strokes on Thorne's car sculptures." "Mmm." "So you were forging Thorne's work." "That's why you two were arguing." "I didn't say these brush strokes are like the ones on the car sculptures." " I'm saying that they're the same brush strokes." " You have a good eye." "Brush strokes are like fingerprints." "You can't fake them." "Deluca here is the guy who painted Geoffrey Thorne's car sculptures." " You're positive?" " I'm positive." "I can roll with this." "You want recognition for your brilliant work." "Thorne says no." "You kill him." " Ah, so good." "Cuff him." " What?" "So Roxie can walk?" " Hey, watch it." " "A," that work is anything but brilliant." "Painting Thorne's cars was like a dayjob to subsidize my real art." ""B, '"why would I kill my main source of income, you lummox?" "Yeah, a lummox who's got enough to hold you for 24 hours, pal." "When this case falls apart and I get out tomorrow..." " you want to grab some dinner or something?" " You're kidding?" "Well, I hear the gate swings both ways." "Maybe we can get a little threesome action." " You, me, hot Roxie" " Okay, all right." "If you're gonna hit on Angela, you should do it with a little respect." "Okay?" "Let's go." " Hey." " Hi." " Is that Geoffrey Thorne?" " Yes." "Nearly done." "I honestly didn't think it would be murder." "Which makes your conclusions all the more credible." "Only you would find that comforting." "Booth is questioning Deluca again." "He seems to have a motive." "So there's still a chance that your friend is not a murderer." " Yeah." " We'll know more when we identify the murder weapon." "It wasn't Roxie." " Do you still have feelings for her?" " No." "Booth tells me that sometimes people say the exact opposite of what they mean." "I do still have feelings for her." "Are you saying the opposite of what you mean now or before?" "We had a very intense relationship in college." "And she fell in love with me- way in love with me." "When I broke it off, she was really hurt." "That happens with you." "Look at Hodgins." "This was worse than Hodgins." "This was..." ""I'm gonna run away to Europe and stop being an artist" hurt." " Oh." " I don't really think that I have the right... to open up that can of worms again just because some feelings are rising to the surface." "It's too bad there isn't a way to experiment with sexuality." "That's how I got into this whole mess in the first place." " Well, I meant" " I know what you meant." "I'm just" "Well, on the bright side, if she did kill Geoffrey Thorne... you won't have to think about any of that." "Thanks, Brennan." "How long is it gonna take you to identify the weapon?" "I can do it right now." "I've seen this injury many times." "I'm almost certain that the death blow came from a common fire ax." "There's also limestone and silicon oxide on his clothes." "Mix 'em all together, and poof" " We got a match with the concrete floor at the gallery." "It turns out that not all the blood on the floor... of the gallery came from that performance with the pig." " This is human." " Is any of it Thorne's?" "Someone worked very hard to clean it up." "It's making things difficult." "First you destroy Geoffrey's finest work... and now you are destroying my business." "Yeah?" "Well, you know what else got destroyed?" "Geoffrey Thorne." "My grief and my business are two separate things, Agent Booth." " Sir, look at this." " Is that my fire ax?" " Yes." " Booth?" "Cam said there was human blood mixed in with the pig's." "I think we found it." "There are definite bloodstains here... but they're underneath a layer of what we think is turpentine." " Could I borrow your lighter?" " Why do you want my lighter?" " Just" " Sure." "Here." "So what do we know about that?" "Not much." "I doubt we'll be able to identify the bleeder." " Whoa!" " Gee!" "Hey, Bones, you know you almost lit my butt on fire?" "Well, notice the flames leapt from the center of the room toward the loading dock." "Wait." "So you're saying that Thorne was killed here and then dragged there." "Can we get the U.V. lights over here, please?" "Not dragged, Booth." "Rolled." "I gotta tell you." "That was a great trick there, Bones." "Yeah." "Remove the turpentine, reveal the blood soaked into the concrete." "The bloodstains show up approximately every 35 centimeters." "That would explain why Hodgins found... the cement particles on the front and the back of the clothing." "Yeah, but why rolled instead of dragged?" "Thorne was a big guy." "Okay, whoever killed him... could not pick him up and carry him to the loading dock and put him in the car." "They had to roll him." "You understand?" "Roll." " Excuse me, tiny little woman?" " Yes?" "Can you account for your whereabouts the night Geoffrey Thorne was killed?" "Yes, I was at home." "I was reading." "That was a lie." "I was watching The Real Housewives of Orange County." "I find it a brilliant postmodern performance piece." " So, no alibi?" " Geoffrey's work was selling." "I was making money." "Why would I kill the golden goose?" "I wasn't going to inherit anything." "Not like Roxie." "It all seems to come back to Roxie." "Angela is not gonna like that." "It's exactly the same situation as the last time we were sitting here." "Except, you know, you're quieter." "No, that was about Hodgins." "This is about Roxie." " You want to have sex with Roxie?" " What was that about quieter?" "I'm sorry." "I'm not certain that you're being guided by your brain." "That's all." "Need can be confused with love." "Fantasy can convince us that what we're feeling is love." " So you're saying that this is all a rebound?" " Yeah." "No." "You don't understand love, Sweets." "I'm not as innocent as you might think." " You have this bourgeois notion- - "Bourgeois. "" "That in order for love to be real, it has to be permanent." "Nothing is permanent." "That's just a fact." "We move in and out of loving other people... but that doesn't make the love any less real." "Mm-hmm." "Perhaps you're saying this because you've never met the love of your life." "I have, actually- many times." "Fine." "It seems to me... that you always leave yourself an escape hatch... in your relationships because you're afraid of commitment." "Nice try, but no." "Actually, I commit to every person I love." "You marry a man, and then conveniently forget that you married him... because you got zonked on kava kava?" "That compromises your relationship with Hodgins, so that ends... along with the marriage." "Now you say you have these intense feelings... for an ex-lover whose heart you've already broken." "Don't you see the potential disaster here?" "Look, you said that without the possibility of pain... there can be no joy, no real love." "I said that?" "That's beautiful." "Look." "I don't want to hurt Roxie again." "Then don't." "Don't." "Put her welfare first." "Let Roxie decide if she's ready to pursue this relationship." "Okay." "And what if she doesn't?" "Then I'm afraid you'll have to live with that pain." "I used a mass spectrometer during my summer internship atJohns Hopkins." "I even taught my friend how to use it." "Excellent." "Next you should learn the concept of personal space." "What'd you get off the ax?" "It was wiped clean with turpentine." "No signs ofblood." " And he also checked the handle." " Sodium chloride and odorants." "Sweat" " Most likely human." " What was the eccrine pH?" " Seven." "It was a woman!" "What you should have him do next... is match the D.N.A. from the sweat to Angela's lesbian lover." " See if there's a match." " Do you ever listen to yourself?" "Yeah." "But it's a good idea, Hodgins." "You might wanna prepare Angela." " Dr. Saroyan." " Thank you so much for seeing me." "I didn't agree to see you." "How come none of you people ever book an appointment?" "Frankly, it's annoying." "Ah." "Annoying." "That's exactly why I'm here." "I" "I've done an unofficial, confidential survey of my people, and" "And they find me annoying." "No, it's worse." "They hate me." "You know why, don't you?" "It's 'cause Dr. Brennan... undervalues psychology, and all of you have picked up her vibe." " I know that sounds paranoid" " And the word "vibe" is a little dated." " But it's true." " N" " I'm not here about you being annoying." " It's Daisy Wick." " Daisy?" "Yes." "She's very smart, very able... and she has a knack for turning reasonable people... into flaming gas balls of fury." " You want me to talk to her?" " No, no." "I need your advice... on how to tell Daisy we can't have her at the lab anymore." " Oh." " I'm very comfortable with incompetence." " But when it's just a matter of personality" " I'll do it." " What?" "Really?" " Yeah, I'll talk to her." "Well, as the boss, it's kind of my job to fire people." "And as a boss, you know that sometimes it's better to delegate." "I'll do it." "Let's just hope she doesn't turn me into a flaming gas ball of fury." "Well, I'm no psychologist, but I think you should be flattered... that we all drop in on you and ask your advice." "Thank you." "Okay." "Ready for you to blow up my mind." "Okay." "Now, first off, I almost missed this..." " so don't praise me too much." " Point is, you didn't miss it." "Yeah, but only because Angela asked for a personal favor... and I am powerless to resist." "Okay." "Now, this is the victim's clothing." "And this is the ax handle of the presumed murder weapon." "As you know, there were traces of sweat on both of them, but not the victim's sweat." " Female sweat, yes." " Presumably, the murderer sweat on the ax handle... then perspired while rolling the victim's body to the car." "Yes." "Now, upon further analysis..." "I discovered other traces in the sweat." "Imatinib mesylate, hydroxyurea, busulfan?" "Do you have any idea where these chemicals might've come from?" " Medicines." "Treatments for cancer." " I looked them up." "This is treatment for chronic myelogenous leukemia." "Then Roxie is not our murderer." "You can't necessarily tell if someone has leukemia from looking at them." "No, but this drug here, busulfan" "It causes highly visible skin discoloration." "Oh, then that is very good for Angela." "Not that we are swayed by those considerations." "What's that look?" "She knows who did it." "I had no reason to kill Geoffrey." "You own several of his art pieces." "We all know that art increases in value when an artist dies." "Anyone could see that Geoffrey Thorne wasn't long for this world." " I'm a very patient woman." " Except you're dying, Miss Bridenbecker." " Nonsense." " Would you please remove your makeup?" "I will not." "I want a lawyer." "Really?" "Because, you know, the phone records, they indicate... that you contacted a cancer clinic in Mexico City." "And we do know that that clinic costs a small fortune." "If it's any consolation, it wouldn't have worked." " Their treatment-it's not legitimate." " You don't know that." "I'm afraid I do." "Places like that are set up... to prey on the hopes of people like you." "Geoffrey was going to die anyway." "Anyone could see that." "I did him a favor." "I gave him his start." "Geoffrey would much rather have been remembered... as a fully committed artist than as some common murder victim." "Really?" "Maybe he preferred to live." "Well" "Well, so would I." "I guess none of us get what we want." "Hey, Roxie." "Now what do I do?" "Well, you have money." "And you have a studio." "I think what you should do is your own art full time." "That's not what I mean." "Did you ever, even for a second, think that it was me?" "No." "Not for a second." "Why?" "Because we" "We really knew each other once, and I don't think that... you've changed much since then." "Have you changed?" "Uh, I don't" " I don't know, Roxie." "I'm" " Maybe I have, but I'm not" "I" " I haven't changed" "How do you think he's gonna do it?" "He'll convince her that it's best for her to move to another job." " What's going on?" " Sweets is firing Daisy for us." "Well, he'll explain to her logically..." " that this environment is not conducive for either her or us... and as a scientist, she'll realize that he's right." "No." "Sweets is a lot sneakier than that." "He'll use some kind of psychologicalJedi mind trick... to make her think it was her idea to quit." "I've got some good news and some bad news." " Which would you like first?" " The bad news." "You're toast here." "Nobody wants to work with you." "Why?" "You know why, Daisy." "There's some things that you have to work on... when it comes to interpersonal relations." " Does anybody like me?" " No, I'm afraid not." "What's the good news?" "There's absolutely no reason for us to be discreet about our relationship anymore." " Really?" " Yeah." "Why would you ask me that?" "Because I thought we were being discreet 'cause you were a little bit ashamed of me." "I'm totally shocked." "Yeah." "They should not be doing that on the forensic platform." "That's a method of termination I've never tried." " But bravo, Dr. Sweets." " Whoa." " That'll never work." "They're, like, complete opposites." " I agree." "For all her faults, she's a woman of science." "Sweets bases his life on the vagaries of psychology and emotion." " There's no common ground." " Right." "You need common ground." "I mean" " What else is there?" " Absolutely." "#Happy now #" "# Happy now I'm on happy ground ##" "What's that mean?"