07x04 - The Male in the Mail

[bunniefuu]

If the post office can't deliver or return a package, it ends up here.

The dead letter office.

They prefer Mail Recovery Center.

I guess it sounds classier.

Twice a year, we open the boxes, put pricey stuff in the auction bin, cheap items go in the garbage, and the ones in-between sometimes disappear.

Isn't that stealing?

It's repurposing.

See, I can class it up, too.

(chuckles)

Oh, nasty.

Old food.

That's an animal.

I found a dead cat once.

Early retirement is looking good.

(screams)

That's it-- I retire.

Welcome to the U.S. Postal Service, kid.

(gasps)

BRENNAN: This house would be perfect for us.

BOOTH: Is it $30 million?

Because, you know, I'm not a best-selling author.

No, it's very reasonable.

I'll be the judge of that.

Wow, look at that, it's nice.

There's a pool.

Costa Rica?

There is a little known tribe there that I could study, and it is a beautiful country to raise a child.

Very little crime.

Crime?

I thrive off crime-- that's my job.

Well, with your restrictions, Booth, you make it very difficult to find something in the D.C. area.

Wait, what about Maryland?

Maryland's a great place.

Hey, Pops.

What are you doing here, huh? Why didn't you call?

What, and waste a dime?

(laughs)

Come on, have a seat, huh?

Oh, you look just beautiful.

You know, I never thought I would be a great- grandpa again.

Here, you want to feel her kick?

So what... what happened?

They kick you out of the retirement home?

No.

They put up with me.

Mm-hmm.

Could we go somewhere else?

I-I don't want to talk here.

Why? Is everything okay with you?

It's not me, Seeley, it's your dad.

Oh, right.

What did he do this time?

He's gone.

He d*ed Monday at the V.A.

Oh, no, I'm... I'm so sorry, Booth.

What happened?

(phone ringing)
Liver failure.

I guess that drinking finally caught up with him.

Hm. Doesn't surprise me.

Booth.

Great.

All right, we're on our way.

Just text me the address.

Okay, let's go. We got a case.

I'm sure someone else can handle it, Booth.

Why? HANK: Seeley, I know how you felt.

Then you shouldn't be surprised how I reacted, huh?

You got a key to my place.

Make yourself at home, we'll have some grilled cheese later on.

Come on, Bones, let's go.

Take care of him, Temperance.

BOOTH: Ready?

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Another day, another crime.

(sighs)

BRENNAN: The wear on the lower incisors and mandibular angle indicate a male in his early 20s.

This body part was dismembered at a cervical vertebra.

This box shows a slice at the acromial processes of both scapulae.

This is certainly a first for me.

Me, too-- I have never seen this part of the post office before.

Yes.

I thought they sent the dismembered bodies to a completely different place.

That's, uh, whoa, wow, oh, God.

I agree.

But it's packed very nicely.

I wonder if the k*ller does gift wrapping on the side.

Well, we almost wrapped up here?

Does this look like a routine case to you, Seeley?

Are you sure you're okay, Booth?

Would you stop? I'm fine.

Is something wrong?

Nope. His dad d*ed.

(groans)
Oh, my God.

Really? Why would you say that?

What? I was just trying to be supportive by adopting a matter- of-fact demeanor, like you.

If you'd like to... I don't.

I just want to know who sliced and diced this guy up and put him in boxes.

That's all I'd like to know.

♪ Bones 7x04 ♪
The Male in the Mail
Original Air Date on December 1, 2011

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

♪ ♪

The body lipids combined with the packing materials and transformed the tissue into an adipocerous gel.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure my middle school served this for dessert.

Unless we can separate them, the packing material is going to contaminate any tests I run on the tissue.

And I need to separate these bones before there's any more chemical damage to them.

I've got just what you need, Clark.

This little puppy is a plycimer laser.

Now, who wants to hear it bark?

Aren't those used for eye surgery?

Yeah.

Gotta be an eye in here somewhere, right?

Now, I've set it so that it'll zip through the goop and separate it from the cardboard.

Hm.

Can't we just cut the box open?

But I already signed this out.

And it's much cooler.

Trust me.

Okay.

(clears throat)

Okay, I think.

Here we go.

Okay, that is cool.

And once the bones are removed, we can separate the packing material from the decomposed organs and tissue.

Excellent, Dr. Hodgins.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, ready?

Mm-hmm.

(groans)

Okay, uh, tray.

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen, our first bone.

And only 205 more to go.

Okay, my turn.

Oh, hey, hey! I called dibs.

Hey, but... I'm the boss.

Oh, uh-huh.

For you, sir.

What's this?

I had an evidence response team run the shipping information from the packages.

Who requested this?

I figured you'd want them and I know how busy you are, so...

(chuckles)

Uh, it turns out that neither the shipping addresses nor the return addresses exist.

Ah, so the labels were created so the body would end up in the dead letter office.

Exactly.

Maybe we can find out where these labels were created.

I'm gonna call...

I actually sent them over to Ms. Montenegro at the Jeffersonian.

(chuckles)

I figured that's what you would do.

You know, Shaw, I am not authorized to give you a raise.

You're the best agent in the department, sir.

I just really wanted the opportunity to work with you, and if I can help during this time of your loss...

Oh, so the techs were talking at the scene.

They were concerned.

We all are.

There's a chopped-up body at the lab, so if you want to help, let's just focus on the case, right?

Yeah, okay, of course.

Um, the boxes containing the remains were packed to the specifications of the American Society for Testing and Materials, and they're the gold standard in shipping.

So, professionally packed and shipped but never intended to reach a destination.

That's a great way to get rid of a body.

You found an anomaly, Dr. Edison?

Yes, as I was cleaning the bones, I noticed a sesamoid...

An ossified node?

Where was it?

Huh?

Oh, uh, it was on the, um, second metacarpal, on the left hand.

(grunts)

Have you determined the w*apon that... that, uh, dismembered the victim?

Um...
(clears throat)

The lack of kerf marks would suggest that we're looking for a toothless blade, s-something uniform with vertical striations that, uh...

Dr. Edison, is there a problem?

You're staring at my breasts.

Oh, oh, no, no, oh, I-I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan, uh, but you were, um...

Look, there was a whole lot of activity going on there, and I was just thinking, you know, maybe I could help you out.

Not meaning like that, because I would never...

Tender and swollen breasts are common in the third trimester.

Of course.

It's very uncomfortable.

My bra size has increased by two cup sizes.

I hadn't noticed.

Well, it's quite obvious.

You should be more observant, Dr. Edison.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Oh, I see now.

They are much larger.

(clears throat)

Can I just, uh, focus on these remains?

Yes.

I need a w*apon and Booth needs an I.D., so run a search using the victim's dental X-rays.

Of course.

I need to find some ice packs.

Maybe that will help.

Dental X-rays, w*apon, ice packs.

(sighs)

MONTENEGRO:
So when you create a shipping label on the post office Web site, you can enter whatever shipping and return address you want.

Which is what the k*ller did, which is why we can't trace him as the shipper.

Yeah.

What the k*ller didn't know was that to help track performance, the postal service gathers other information when the label is created.

It's all here, and it's called the QR code.

It tells you where the label was created.

You're fast.

I have to be; I work with Agent Booth. (chuckles)

Well, I'm sure he'll give you a gold star for this, then.

Body was shipped from the Ship 'n' Print in Hyattsville, Maryland.

I can't believe I'm getting to work with you people.

Yeah, we're pretty awesome, huh?

Yeah.

I have a six-month-old at home, so I'm doing all of this on no sleep.

BOOTH: You know, you, you don't have to come along, Bones.

I could have brought Agent Shaw.

There could be evidence at the scene.

Ah, right.

You know, I-I really am okay about my father, so, you know, you don't have to worry about me.

All right?

The Buddhists believe that anger only brings more anger.

To be at peace, one must...

I appreciate your concern, Bones, I really do, but I am at peace with this.

Okay?

You don't seem peaceful, Booth.

You really want to help?

I got a great idea.

What do you say we talk about something else?

Let's talk about you.

My breasts are very sore.

Would you mind if I spent the evening naked?

Sure, yeah, that's fine with me.

No complaints here, that's great.

See, now, isn't this a better conversation?

(phone rings)
Oh.

Brennan.

Yes.

Thank you, Dr. Edison.

He matched the dentals.

The victim was Oliver Lawrence.

Lawrence? Lawrence? Look in the file.

Wasn't there a Lawrence that worked at the Ship 'n' Print?

Yes. Oliver Lawrence.

He worked there for five years.

He was reported missing last May.

(scoffs)

(grunts)

Striations don't match.

Hey, how much of this artificial bone do we have?

Why?

We're out of weapons.

Modern ones.

So it is time to get medieval.

Huh?

Borrowed these from our friends over at the antiquities department.

Oh, God.

Yeah.

This one-- this one is Viking.

Comes from the funeral boat of Gunnar the Angry.

Okay, this is ridiculous, Dr. Hodgins.

Do you think our k*ller used a thousand-year-old battle axe?

Hey, good scientist never assumes.

Would you like to do the honors?

All right.

Nope!

What else do you have?

A scimitar.

Oh, yeah, that'll do.

Ship 'n' Print.

Thank you.

TONY: Good morning.

Welcome to the Ship 'n' Print.

How may I help you with your copying and shipping needs?

Well, it's the afternoon.

Afternoon, okay. Uh, FBI.

Like to talk to your manager.

Uh, yeah.

He's-He's-He's in the back.

That's an interesting Bhavacakra.

What?

The pendant on his neck.

Really? Now?

Well, it's a Buddhist wheel of life.

This symbol represents the poison of anger.

Like I said before, Booth, anger is...

Okay, enough with the baklava, okay?

I just want to talk to the manager.

It's carved from a thigh bone of a thousand-year-old holy man.

Based on the rough edges (cell phone ringing) and the lack of discoloration, that bone is not more than 20 years old.

Brennan.

We figured out what dismembered the body.

A guillotine.

The k*ller used a guillotine?

Whoa, wait a second. Guillotine?

Where do you even find one of those?

HODGINS: Room 114--

French Revolution exhibit.

We tried everything.

A guillotine is the only w*apon that has a smooth blade and the correct force profile.

Okay, guillotine it is. Thanks.

Great. Okay, so did you ever ship and pack a guillotine?

No. That would take a lot of bubble wrap.

I want to talk to the manager.

I don't want to deal with this guy.

What's that?

CONNOR: Oliver was one of the best employees I ever had.

He had a magic touch with the velobinder.

You really think he's dead?

Yes, and dismembered.

No blood.

Oh, well, you know what, Lots of solvent around here.

The k*ller could have cleaned up.

You think he was sliced up on my paper cutter?

The imperfections on the blade appear to be consistent with striations on the victim's bones.

I'm feeling a little sick.

Oh, join the club.

So any other employees have problems with Oliver?

No, everybody loved him.

The crew I had back when Oliver was here, they were tight.

BOOTH: What do you mean, "back when"?

Did you have a recent turnover?

Everybody's new, except for Tony out front.

What happened?

That happened.

BOOTH: Oh, jackpot winners, huh?

You won the lottery.

The four of us bought a ticket together.

15 million each?

Yeah, then the other three called in rich and quit.

Why not you?

Where would I go?

They thought I was nuts.

But I love this place.

Gives me a purpose.

The copy shop?

We ship, too.

What about Oliver and Tony?

Why didn't you include them in the lottery pool?

We invited Oliver, but he didn't believe in gambling.

And Tony was at his herbalist.

SHAW:
They're all lying.

Oliver Lawrence was part of the lottery pool.

How do you know they were lying?

Uh, I examined the numbers that they played.

I found Oliver's birthday, his childhood street address and his high school basketball number.

Okay, but the odds of finding four disparate personality types willing to participate in a m*rder this brutal are very remote.

The likeliest scenario is one person k*lled Oliver for the ticket, the others found out and traded silence for shares in the win.

That works for me.

Whoa, wait-wait- wait a second.

We can't confront these people-- you understand?

All they're gonna do is lawyer up.

And with all the money they just made, it's-- the investigation is gonna stall out for years.

So we don't confront them.

We ask for their help.

Cam was able to do a preliminary tox screen on the victim.

Nothing extraordinary, except he drank a lot of coffee.

Ship 'n' Print is open 24 hours a day.

Anybody's gonna need a little caffeine to get them through the night shift.

We still don't know what k*lled the victim?

Dr. Edison found some defensive wounds, and he's determining if one was cause of death.

What are you doing?

Oh. Shaw had some of the FBI techs bring over this copy machine.

I'm going to see what shipping info is stored in the copier's memory.

Oh.

You need the whole machine to do that?

Shaw didn't want Booth to think that she overlooked anything.

(clears throat)

How's he doing, by the way?

I don't know.

He won't talk about it.

Yeah, well... can't imagine losing my dad.

I should be able to help Booth, shouldn't I?

Yeah, but what he's going through, it's not your fault.

But you would be able to help Hodgins.

Booth could help me.

What would you do?

Booth loves you, Brennan, not me.

It doesn't matter what anybody else would do.

You have to figure out what you can give him that nobody else can.

(computer chiming)

Oh, great.

387 packages were shipped on the day he went missing.

Good luck.

SWEETS: Sheila Burnside has certainly grown since the lottery photo was taken.

Oh, with all that money, I'm telling you, she can afford to grow.

Says that she met Hugh while working at Ship 'n' Print.

They've been married for three years.

BOOTH: Oh, there he is.

Connor Trammel-- manager of Ship 'n' Print, hm?

He doesn't talk to the others.

That's interesting.

There is Ralph Berti.

Started working at Ship 'n' Print after a bitter divorce wiped him out.

So you think showing them old mug sh*ts is gonna help?

It's the same principle as a Rorschach test.

Allows them to open up and drop their defenses.

Right.

I'm Special Agent Booth.

This here is my associate, Dr. Lance Sweets.

I can help with grief counseling, if necessary.

Uh, yeah, Connor told us what happened to Oliver, and it's just awful.

So, we just want to help.

Right?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, perhaps you can help us find his k*ller.

Yeah. We have some customers here from Ship 'n' Print who have criminal records for as*ault.

Maybe you recognize someone who had an altercation with Oliver.

For sure. Definitely.

We'd get a lot of creeps in there.

I remember him.

Don't you?

Yeah.

Uh, you know what? I do.

He was a real trouble maker.

He, uh, he stole a box of yellow highlighters once.

(laughter)

I don't remember him.

You're kidding, Connor. I do.

Me, too. Definitely.

He screamed at me once. Right, Hugh?

And then, uh, you reported it to Conner.

No, you didn't.

Yeah, I did.

Maybe you have a reason to protect him, Connor.

You all have it out for me because I stayed.

You have to admit, it's pretty whacked.

Yeah, I mean, there was a lot of money, (chuckles): and you just stayed.

SWEETS: Excuse us for a moment.

We just need to, uh, run that suspect back through our system.

Just keep looking.

Yeah, Sheila knew that fingering one of those mug sh*ts would've taken the heat right off of her.

Yeah, but her husband is clearly the submissive one.

He's the one who'll cr*ck.

She could've gotten him to k*ll Oliver.

(cell phone ringing)
Did you see the way--

I mean, he's a piece of work.

Hold on. Booth.

Every time an employee uses the printer at Ship 'n' Print, they have to punch in an I.D. code first.

Wait, well, who printed the labels?

Ralph Berti.

Ralph Berti.

Thank you.

I didn't k*ll Oliver.

I liked him. Kind of.

SWEETS: Kind of?

He was a goody two-shoes, you know?

A reformed drinker, did everything by the book.

Not really a fun guy.

Oh, so you figured he wouldn't enjoy all those millions.

No, no, not like that.

We know Oliver picked some of the winning numbers, Ralph.

He should have gotten the money, too, right?

Okay.

The five of us bought the ticket together.

We were saving his share until he came back.

We didn't k*ll him for it.

Amazing how these four are always changing their story all the time.

RALPH: That is the truth, I swear.

BOOTH: Right, I would believe you, but we have these.

These are logs of the employee codes used on the printer.

All right? The labels for the boxes that contained Oliver's body parts, all right, they were all posted using your code.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not kidding.

Does it look like I'm kidding?

No.

Everybody used my code because it was one-two-three-four.

It doesn't get easier than that, right?

If you check the printer memory, I'll bet 90% of the time, the code that was used was mine.

I still haven't been able to determine cause of death.

There are microfractures on the third and fourth left ribs.

And on his left radius.

Defensive wounds consistent with a fistfight.

So there was a struggle before he was k*lled.

I did find kerf marks on his right acromion.

Ah, very small kerf marks.

And they're on the right greater tubercle.

And on his right olecranon.

The victim struggles with his assailant and then is struck multiple times on the right side, with something that approximates a tiny saw.

Good work, Dr. Edison.

But I have no answers.

You will.

I wouldn't hire a fool.

I suppose that's true. Thank you.

Oh! And I'm glad to see that your breasts seem to be feeling better.

I beg your pardon?

Your... Before you said I should observe...

Ice packs.

I'll just study the kerf marks.

(sighs)

Don't burn the garlic.

I don't want Temperance to come home to burnt garlic.

I never burn the garlic.

I do it just the way you taught me.

I don't think so.

Come on, look-- it's simmering, huh?

Sorry... I guess I miss bossing you around.

You sure you got to take off tomorrow?

Yes. I'll deliver these to the VA, and then I'm back.

So what are all those papers for?

Oh, probate forms, insurance claims, pension documents, Social Security forms.

You got to sign these.

Me?

I have to sign 'em? Why? I haven't seen him in 20 years.

You're next of kin.

Well, so are you.

So is Jared.

No, your father made you sole executor and beneficiary.

(laughs)
Beneficiary?

Having him for a father wasn't exactly a benefit, Pops.

Seeley...

Look, you were my father.

All right? He was never there for me.

You raised me, not him.

He was never there, understand?

You don't have to defend him to me.

I wasn't.

I was just trying to remind you that he was my son.

Good or bad, he was my son.

And I got to tell you, I'm a little disappointed that you don't seem to see the hurt I'm feeling.

I'm sorry, Pops.

You don't think I know what it was like for you?

You don think I don't feel responsible?

I raised him.

Don't you feel responsible for your boy?

Now, Seeley, we're family.

We got to get through this together.

You're right.

Okay, anything for you, Pops.

Anything.

Look at the sauce.

I don't want to burn the garlic.

HODGINS:
The boiling point for the polystyrene is higher than the lipids by 15 degrees Celsius.

So you can separate the liquids from the tissue sticking to the packing peanuts.

And skim off the solids and particulates as it simmers.

Excuse me.

Ooh! This looks like a piece of sternocleidomastoid muscle.

Well, be my guest.

All those chunks are yours.

There's something in here.

Looks like a piece of tape.

Hmm.

Well, some of the packing material probably stuck to it while it was decomposing.

No. It's embedded in the muscle.

It was here when he d*ed.

But how did it get there?

MONTENEGRO:
Well, Ralph's story checks out.

96% of the jobs on the printer were done using Ralph's code.

Now, I found something else in the printer's memory.

This was taken two days before Oliver was m*rder*d. Why would someone photocopy their buttocks?

Well, I guess they were doing some kinky calisthenics on the job.

But look at this.

Look at the hand next to the butt.

Didn't Clark say there was a bone growth on the victim's left hand?

Yes. A sesamoid.

Which means that this tush was making whoopee with the victim.

So now we just have to figure out whose tush this is.

The lighter area indicates where the ischia are pressing onto the copier.

The darker areas are flesh.

Can you measure the ischial tuberosities in her pelvic girdle?

Yeah.

24.3 centimeters.

Those are some narrow hips.

Only about five percent of women have hips that narrow.

There was only one woman among the lottery winners.

Enlarge the woman, focusing on her hips.

Narrow hips.

So, Sheila lures him to the copier, kills him, and then, takes his share of the money so she can get a new pair of boobs.

Ah! Here they are.

Thank you so much for coming in on such short notice.

Please have a seat. Let me get this for you.

You're welcome.

(high-pitched squeaking)

New chairs.

LAWYER: I don't know what you're after, so I'm going to lay out the rules.

We will listen to anything you have to say, but my client will not be answering any of your questions.

Okay. You know what? You're free to go.

Thanks for coming.

Uh, that's it?

Mm-hmm.

You brought me down here for this?

Do you have any idea what this guy charges?

Well, I'm sure you'd be able to pay for it.

What the hell is she doing?

Oh, this seat cushion is made from compression foam.

It's engineered to capture orthotic modeling.

I'm using it to measure your client's ischial tuberosities.

My what?

Your ass-bones.

You see, they're like fingerprints in your pants.

They're a match, Booth.

This is her.

Whoa. Well, look at that.

Those are Oliver's hands on your butt two days before he was m*rder*d.

BRENNAN: So, it seems like we might have something to talk about after all.

Okay, that doesn't mean any... LAWYER: Do not talk!

Not one word.

(cushion squeaks)

We did it a few times.

But it didn't mean anything.

Yeah, but I'm sure it would have meant something to your husband.

And you didn't want him to find out, so, you k*lled him.

I'm a slut, not a k*ller.

Shut up.

Hugh knows all about it.

I told him everything after we broke things off.

Oh, and then, two days later, Oliver was k*lled.

Where was your husband the night Oliver d*ed?

Hugh wouldn't k*ll anyone.

I hate my job.

Any progress?

I've combed the weapons database for knives, saws, cooking implements, but I just can't find a match for these kerf marks.

Not your day for weapons identification, huh?

Why, thank you.

Hadn't crossed my mind.

So I assume you found something wonderfully relevant.

Not to rub it in, but I did, actually.

The tape had more than just muscle tissue on it.

It also contained a piece of an artery.

We found a cause of death.

Yup.

Whatever the w*apon was...

Mm-hmm.

...hit the right sternocleidomastoid muscle and severed the right subclavian artery.

Leaving behind that tape.

Maybe the handle on the w*apon was loose, and they tried to tape it up?

Maybe.

You mind if I take a look at that?

Yeah. Go nuts.

I think I found our w*apon.

BOOTH:
Hey.

HANK:
Is this a bad time, kiddo?

BOOTH:
No, it's not a bad time.

I took everything to the V.A.

(laughs) I would've done that for you, you know.

I don't think so.
(chuckles)

Besides, they had some stuff for me.

You know, Pops, you don't have to go so soon.

You can stay as long as you want.

Well, you see, tonight's movie night, and I have this little lady friend that likes it when the lights go out.

You understand?

I think so, Pops, yeah.

But before I go, I... I want to read you this letter.

It was among your father's things.

No. Too late for that.

Now, wait a minute.

The letter's to me, not to you.

Just shut up and listen.

There's a lot here about growing up.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Oh, here we are.

"I didn't write a letter to Seeley because I knew he'd rip up anything I sent him, "and he should. If you can find a way, let him know I loved him. He and Jared deserved a better father than me. A father..." (sighs) "A father as good as I had." (sighs)

(voice breaking): "Thank you for raising him to be the man I could never be."

(sighs)

So, what do you want me to do with that, Pop?

Nothing.

I'm just glad you listened.

Do what you want with what you heard.

It's up to you.

He left something else.

I don't want that.

Open it or don't open it.

They told me to give it to you.

Oh, son, listen...

I know you wish some things could have been resolved.

Closure, they call it.

But life is just a lot of loose ends.

So smile.

Love that woman you have, and love that new little girl that you're going to have.

Right, Pops.

Thanks.

All right.

Oh, careful now. I'm brittle.

All right.

Thanks, Pops.

EDISON: The w*apon that left those marks on the bone was a tape g*n.

A tape g*n?!

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but we're talking about a heavy-duty, industrial-sized tape g*n.

Now, these are the three models that the Ship 'n'
Print chain uses.

Can you go close on the teeth and match them to the marks?

Yeah.

MONTENEGRO: We have our m*rder w*apon.

The kerf marks are on the victim's right acromion, right greater tubercle, right olecranon.

Which makes our assailant a lefty.

Now, he blocked the first blow.

And the second one dazed him.

The third blow severed his subclavian artery.

And left the tape in the sternocleidomastoid muscle.

SAROYAN: So who's our lefty?

Thank you. So kind of you to come in and visit us again.

You have a seat, please.

Don't sit.

Don't sit. Right.

So you are aware that your wife was having an affair, correct?

No comment.

No comment. Okay.

You don't want to know what was happening?

Uh-uh. No.

Right. Okay, so your lawyer represents your wife, Sheila, too.

So, is your lawyer working for you or for her?

For both of them.

That a conflict of interest.

Is it?

BOOTH: Right. Did he show you this photocopy?

We're leaving.

You seem real mad about that.

Oh, one last thing there.

Oh!

Hey, nice catch there, lefty.

It's gotta be Hugh Burnside, right?

He had means, motive, opportunity.

It doesn't matter.

It's all circumstantial, all right?

Lawyer's just gonna get the judge to cut him loose.

So just have him sign the paperwork and wave bye-bye.

Let me go through my notes one more time.

There's got to be something... Shaw, it's just not the way it works.

We don't have enough evidence yet.

I really, I-I wanted you to know that you could count on me.

Listen to me, Shaw.

Get over it.

This case is not about you.

What?

What we do is teamwork.

You thinking that the only way I'm gonna respect you is if you hand me this final piece of the puzzle is not teamwork, it's ego.

All right?

Okay.

Um, I'm gonna go back and get Burnside to sign these documents.

Okay.

Any luck with the packing material?

Yeah, there's something-- a sliver or something-- jammed into the side of this packing peanut.

Almost missed it.

It's the same color as the polystyrene.

Well, let me know once you run it through the GC Mass Spec.

Uh, hold on a second.

I might need Clark for this one.

It's bone.

I've been over this skeleton a dozen times, and this piece of bone doesn't fit anywhere.

Let me take a look.

Did you know that cabbage leaves are recommended to soothe sore breasts?

Apparently, the phytochemicals in the plant...

I spent the evening naked, so my breasts are actually feeling much better today, thank you.

Ah.

Naked.

Well, good then.

Dr. Edison, did you compare the number and size of bony spicules in this splinter to a histological section from our victim's skeleton?

No, I just assumed it was from our victim.

Which was clearly a mistake.

It came from a Buddhist necklace made from human bone.

Oh.

You have any idea why all the phony return addresses got printed when you worked the graveyard shift?

TONY: They did?

(chuckles)

That's, that's weird.

SHAW: Yeah.

What's more, we visited a few people who received those packages.

And they all cooperated because they didn't want to go to jail.

SHAW: Their packages contained psilocybin.

BOOTH: You know, magic mushrooms, right?

You're a dealer-- you were selling dr*gs and you were shipping them at night.

That doesn't mean that I k*lled anyone.

Right.

Agent Shaw.

Final piece of the puzzle.

I'll let you do the honors.

This is a chip of bone from your pendant.

It was in the box that contained Oliver's head.

The box also contained psilocybin spores.

BOOTH: Magic mushrooms.

Oliver got all "dr*gs are bad," okay, so he took the package.

He said he was going to call the police.

I got people depending on me, so I took the package back. We fought, yes.

I didn't want to.

I'm, I'm all about nonviolence.

You b*at him with a tape g*n.

You sliced his neck and you k*lled him.

I have been nonviolent for over 25 years.

I-I lost it for five minutes.

I'd say overall that's, that's really not that bad in the scheme of things, right?

Right?

♪ Something about the cadence in which she spoke ♪
♪ Just let you know ♪
♪ That one way or other, you'd never be the same ♪
♪ Maybe it was the way that she used your full name ♪
♪ To ask you if it might yet be the right time... ♪

BOOTH: So Tony is going to be locked up for years, huh?

Plenty of time for him to contemplate the Wheel of Life and his baklava.

No-- Bhavacakra.

Do you miss your father, Booth?

Why? He's been gone for 20 years.

No.

Are you going to open the box?

You know I really don't want to talk about this.

But I do, and I might say the wrong thing, but for the time being, we are sharing our lives, and that means you can't shut me out, Booth.

What's the point?

Aw! Seriously?

That's...

Bones, I...

Quantum physicists have postulated that the way we experience time is an illusion, that it doesn't happen in a linear way, that past and present-- in reality, there's no difference.

Bones, what are you trying to get at?

You do have some good memories of your father.

You've told me that.

There was the time when the river froze and he woke you up at midnight to go skating, and the time you were sweeping up at his barbershop when he put on Louis Prima and pretended the electric razor was a microphone.

(chuckles)

Well...

And the World Series.

Your one perfect day together.

Those good times with your dad are happening right now.

They'll always be happening.

You deserve to keep those alive.

(sighs heavily)

(groans)

(sighs)

I did that, right?

(chuckles)

(sighs)

(chuckles)

Those are the...

(distant crowd chatter, sports broadcast fading in)

ANNOUNCER:
...a base hit!

They're gonna have everybody on-- the bases are loaded!

(announcer continues indistinctly)

...Washington the on-deck hitter.

It is two strikes on Willie Wilson.

Bases loaded.

Two outs.

What pressure...

Oh and one.

The crowd will tell you what happens.

Well, the Philadelphia Phillies are the world champions!