06x09 - The Doctor in the Photo

[bunniefuu]

(rain pelting, wind howling)

(leaves rustling, branches snapping)

♪ ♪
♪ You say I woke up ♪
♪ To everyone who's ever admit ♪
♪ I worried for you at last ♪
♪ I don't want anyone else... ♪

HANNAH: I-I can't imagine going from being a woman to being a mom.

BOOTH: When Parker was born, everything changed in my life-- everything.

HODGINS: Like what?

Well, "everything." "Everything" means "everything."

Temperance, this is delicious.

The Garbanzo Palau is in honor of your time in Afghanistan.

Garbanzos are also very good for pregnancy.

The B6 will help with your morning sickness.

Oh, well, I'll let you know about that tomorrow.

Watch this. Okay, Bones, do your thing.

Here we go. Okay.

Pelvic diameter indicates female; with strong muscle attachments, suggesting free-range.

Hairline fracture to the tibiatarsus, indicating that she struggled as her feet were restrained, prior to her head being severed.

(silverware clinks)
Retch.

Thank you for waiting until after we ate to show us that trick, Booth.

(cell phone rings)
Oh.

Uh-oh. Looks like someone besides this chicken got m*rder*d.

Booth. Brennan.

Woodland is some creepy neighborhood.

BOOTH: Yeah, when someone dies around here, it's 90% g*ng-related. BRENNAN: Is that an actual statistic, or one of your illustrative descriptions?

Definitely the second one; definitely the second.

SAROYAN: The tree actually grew through the victim.

BOOTH: Oh, ho!

Cornus florida, more commonly known as the flowering dogwood.

Okay, well how long does it take for the roots of a tree to grow through a skull? A hundred years?

Well, the modern zipper was invented in 1913.

The skeleton is still articulated, so she hasn't been here longer than two years.

She? Yes, it's a female.

My turn. Human remains: one week on the surface equals about eight weeks in a shallow grave.

I'd estimate three weeks to one year?

Okay, bug-boy, you're up! Find a bug and tell me time of death.

No can do. Carrion-feeding insects have less access to bodies underground. But... there could be some evidence in the growth patterns of the tree that could tell us when she was buried here.

You mean, when it might have been buried fertilized?

BOOTH: Okay, that's it!

Tree back to the lab. I get it.

They're not going to like this one.

BRENNAN: High, narrow nasal route and straight profile: Caucasian.

Yeah, it's Booth.

Listen, I need a 24-foot flatbed.

I got to transport a tree.

Yeah, that's right, a tree: T-R-E-E.

BRENNAN: Excellent dental work.

Expensive.

SAROYAN: Oh, a rich white woman.

She would have stood out in this neighborhood like a lighthouse.

I estimate height at 1.75 to 1.8 meters tall.

Between five-foot-eight and five-foot-nine.

BRENNAN: Athletic, well-muscled.

Let's estimate weight at...
63 kilograms.

140 pounds. Right.

So basically the same height and weight as you, huh, Bones?

Oh!

Oh, what?

Nothing.

♪ Bones 6x09 ♪
The Doctor in the Photo
Original Air Date on December 9, 2010

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method God! That garbanzo thing totally worked.

I mean, if you want to be in charge of my nutrition for the entire pregnancy, you've got the job.

Except I do need pastries, a lot of pastries. Sugar stresses your pancreas.

Okay. You are not really here.

So what's the story, morning glory?

I don't know what that means.

It means you're behaving strangely, and I'm... I'm asking you why.

The victim.

Does she remind you of anyone?

Sweetie, when you describe people in generalities, like age and size, it fits a lot of people.

Your dolphin ring.

So what?

It's not mine.

It's the victim's.

Oh. Okay, well, granted, that is... that is a little bit freaky, but...

I mean, technically, a lot of people like dolphins.

And unless you get your jewelry custom made, there could be hundreds of people wearing what I'm wearing right now.

You're making sense.

Okay.

BRENNAN: There's a longitudinal fracture to the right temporal bone.

Cause of death?

Yes. Deep enough to suggest a fatal blow.

Severe nightstick fracture to the left ulna, suggesting the victim raised her arms in a defensive posture.

She was beaten to death.

Fits the neighborhood.

I removed this from the remains last night.

I noted it in the evidence log, but I forgot to hand it over.

It's not like you, to forget things.

The ring is unlikely to be probative evidence in a m*rder charge. Well, it might help us with identification.

This looks really familiar.

Angela says it's a very common piece of jewelry.

Notice the bony growths on the third and fourth fingers-- media phalanges.

Occupational markers? Yes.

Usually caused by using tools in this manner.

Seamstress? Some kind of artist?

I bet you and I both have that same occupational marker on our fingers.

We should add medical professional to the list of possibilities.

(electronic beeps)

Have you found anything interesting, Dr. Hodgins?

There's something funky about the leaves.

"Funky" means bad-smelling or, when applied to music, marked by an earthy, bluesy quality.

In this case, funky means weird.

Meanwhile, look at this.

The rings correspond to seasons.

Now, wide rings develop during a tree's growing season.

When the tree gets maximum nutrients. Right.

And the skinny rings develop during the winter, when a tree grows more slowly.

But note here, two wide rings in a row; suggesting that last winter, this tree was particularly well-fed.

The victim's decomposing body.

Yes. Which brings us to the roots.

This root was probably damaged when the body was buried, about 11 months ago.

Last November.

HANNAH: It gets you every single time.

The "slow clap."
You get misty.

That holds no meaning for me.

You know, like in the movies, when the hero... he, uh, takes some sort of a big chance.

HANNAH: Makes a speech, stands up to authority...

The old guy gets up; he starts clapping.

Really slow at first, and then everybody joins in.

The "slow clap."

Have you IDed the victim yet?

Aw, the description was too general. Yes, even though Cam and I discovered that she was very likely a surgeon.

BOOTH: How's that?

Occupational markers on the phalanges.

Uh, a surgeon named Dr. Lauren Eames disappeared last November.

I checked Bing.

D.C. Metro missing persons investigated.

The case went cold; it didn't go anywhere.

How can that be? The woman was a surgeon.

Single, no kids.

Outside of people at work, there was no one to miss her.

I brought along Lauren's schedule for the six months before she d*ed; her case load, her interns.

It's everything I can provide without contravening patient confidentiality.

Dr. Eames have any enemies?

No. Lauren was not a woman of passion.

Some residents complained they were overworked and underappreciated, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Like you and your squinterns there, eh, Bones?

No, I appreciate them.

Right. So what about her personal life?

Look at her schedule.

Lauren didn't have any time for a personal life.

Rumors, nothing?

The Transplant Services Helicopter Team.

Sounds scandalous.

I heard the pilot had a thing for Lauren.

Unrequited. Lots of sexual tension.

Got a name?

Chris Markham.

What are these, please?

Dr. Eames' case files.

She dictated them for transcription.

I thought maybe if you heard her voice...

Why? It's the content that matters, not the tone of voice.

Lauren was the best cardiac surgeon on the Eastern Seaboard.

I find that hard to believe.

Why?

We-e...

We didn't hear about it.

Excuse me?

Well, Dr. Brennan just wonders why someone of that importance could just disappear...

So... so quietly.

"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."

T.S. Eliot.

We don't actually fear death; we fear that... that no one will notice our absence; that we will disappear without a trace.

That sounds correct.

What is this?

Dr. Eames' photo ID.

I-I-I-I-I really must get back to the hospital.

BOOTH: All right. I'll show you to the elevator.

Booth!

Mm-hmm.

Does this look like anyone to you?

Um, she looks nice, but no, no one I know.

You're in a big hurry, Bones.

You all right?

I, um... I have a lot of questions, that's all.

(sighing)

Burning the midnight oil, Doc?

(chuckles)

Hello, Micah.

You awake because you're intellectually invigorated or because you're worried?

I am awake because I can't sleep.

I'm having trouble being objective regarding this case.

I attended this lecture where this philosopher guy says that for something to be objective, it must be separate from the mind, and nothing is separate from the mind-- ergo, ipso facto, Colombo, Oreo.

Not all of that was real Latin, Micah.

Maybe, for a little change, you could try solving a case without being objective.

No, if there's no such thing as objectivity, then there's no such thing as measurement, which means that empiricism is meaningless.

I only attended one lecture on the subject, Doc.

It doesn't make me an expert.

BRENNAN'S VOICE: Patient is Abigail Anker--
A-N-K-E-R.

Date of birth 10/14/1996.

Medical record 19846.

Cardiothoracic surgeon Dr. John Frank.

I was called in to consult.

BRENNAN'S VOICE:
14-year-old female with Down syndrome, complex heart disease consisting of atrioventricular septal defect.

(voice trailing off): Pulmonary atresia...

(song fades in):
♪ I want to be wild and bold enough ♪
♪ To run with you, my baby ♪
♪ I want to skip time, lay the hours aside ♪
♪ And stay with you, my baby ♪
♪ But, oh, if I look down now ♪
♪ Will I fall? ♪
♪ And what if the water's cold? ♪

BRENNAN'S VOICE:
...further discussion at the Cardiothoracic Surgery Case Conference in Atlanta.

Speaking of which, will somebody please remind me to buy a damn ticket?

(chuckles)

MICAH: You laughing because you figured something out?

Uh...

Will you listen to this?

(sighing): That's, that's very strange.

(chuckles)

I-I find I'm very glad to hear you say that.

It's like a voice beyond the grave.

Like my voice?

Very similar, yeah.

It sounds exactly like my voice.

She is me.

She isn't you.

She's her and you're you.

You're alive and she's dead.

Ergo, ipso facto, Colombo, Oreo.

Those last two words-- one is the capital of Sri Lanka and the other is... a cookie.

It sounds like Latin.

(chuckles)

I-I see, you're illustrating the fact that something can sound like something and not actually be that something.

Well, you're giving me way too much credit, Doc.

What happened to her?

Um...

See these, these cuts on the edge of the ribs?

Stabbed?

Yes, but the ribs were healing at her time of death.

So that's not what k*lled her? No.

No, she was almost certainly k*lled by a blow to the head.

How long after she was stabbed?

Four to six months. And in that time, no one at work mentioned that she was walking around groaning and bleeding?

Some people are very adept at keeping their pain hidden.

I guess I always figured that Lauren just up and went, you know, took off to Africa or Iraq or something.

She'd do something like that without telling you?

Lauren always followed her own kind of logic.

You couldn't ask any of her friends? If she had friends I didn't know any of 'em.

What the hell was Lauren doing in Woodland? It appears the victim was stabbed on her right side perhaps a year or so ago.

When did you find that out?

Last night-- I'm sorry, I forgot, I forgot to tell you.

She was stabbed?

Yes.

Lauren told me that she broke a couple ribs falling off a bicycle.

Can you think of any problems she was having that could get her stabbed?

No, no, not really.

She had some kind of an argument with the father of one of her transplant kids.

I think his name was Darcy, Dorsey, something like that.

You think he stabbed her?

Can't you just check with emergency rooms?

She would have been capable of stitching the wound herself.

Why?

I mean, why would Lauren get stabbed and then not report it?

Well, usually when a woman doesn't report an as*ault, it's a domestic.

Lauren wasn't married, and she didn't have a boyfriend.

You weren't her boyfriend?

No.

Oh, okay, I see, you wanted to get a little bit more there with Lauren Eames, and she turned you down.

Every time.

Maybe she was right.

We're polar opposites, but, man, I could swear I saw in her eyes that she wanted more, an-and then she was just gone.

It's a myth that a person's intentions and desires can be seen in the eyes.

Look in my eyes.

Is that a myth?

Okay, you know what?

Stop making crazy eyes at my partner here.

It's not making your case any good.

Let's go, Bones, come on.

BRENNAN'S VOICE: Sam Dworsky is an eight-year-old with severe hypoplastic left heart syndrome who presented with cyanosis and tachycardia at Metro Clinic.

Dworsky-- that could be the patient to whom the pilot was referring.

Parents can be extremely irrational when their children's lives are at stake.

I'm sure you've got a reason for not giving them what they wanted.

Why are you spying on me?

Whoa, no, Dr. Brennan, I was just waiting here so as not to startle you.

Did Booth call you?

Would it bother you if he did?

Of course.

Doesn't anybody know me at all?

I think we know you as much as you'll allow.

You're a very private person and we respect that, but it has been mentioned to me several times by Booth and Dr. Saroyan and Angela that you seem to be particularly distressed by this case.

Uh, would you like to discuss any of it with me?

Is that the victim?

What do you see?

What do you want me to see?

Sweets, she-she's exactly like me.

I mean, look, she is me.

Yeah, I see.

You do?

Because, because Booth didn't.

What I see is that you're overidentifying with the victim.

Brilliant scientist, unmarried, without children, consumed by her work.

You can't help but draw parallels to your own life.

The victim was afraid of a man named Dworsky.

D-W-O-R-S-K-Y.

Will you tell Booth that?

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Okay.

Medical record 20381.

This represents the particulates I found in the head wound-- soil from the burial mostly, the victim's own hair, but this is interesting.

Epoxy colophony?

Isn't that found in tree sap?

Yes, yellow sap, to be precise.

From the tree?

No, Cornus florida-- dogwood-- is hardwood.

Epoxy colophony comes from pine trees, which, mixed with this-- polymethyl methacrylate...

(phone chimes)
I come up with a manufactured reflective coating.

So, the victim was bludgeoned with a reflective surface.

Booth is ready to talk with our prime suspect now.

Good work, Hodgins.

That's Mike Dworsky?

Yeah, that's him.

You know, I checked his record, but it's pretty clean.

Well, according to the victim, he has a very bad temper.

You know, I wish you hadn't gotten Sweets to come and talk to me.

Come on, I'm a meddlesome kind of a guy.

Dworsky, Mr. Dworsky.

FBI, Special Agent Booth.

This here is my associate Dr. Brennan.

I don't care who you are.

You park in this zone, you get towed.

That's not my car. We're here to ask you about Dr. Lauren Eames.

That's water under the bridge.

My son's doing fine, no thanks to her.

No hard feelings neither.

No hard feelings about what?

A donor heart came up-- perfect match for my boy-- and Dr. Eames-- she said no.

Well, according to her transcripts, he had a severe respiratory infection brought on by pleural effusion.

He had a cold, and for that, she said no to a new heart.

It was a rational decision.

Well, I'll give you that.

The woman is rational.

I'll tell you what else-- if she suddenly or rationally decided that there were too many people in the world, she'd unleash a plague.

(whirring)

BOOTH: You're saying she was cold-hearted?

Like Antarctica.

What do you mean "was"?

Someone b*at her to death with something exactly like this.

Bones, what are you doing?

It's, it's not like you to pick up something that could be evidence.

I want a lawyer.

BRENNAN'S VOICE: Charlie Whaling.

Primary care physician--
Dr. Megan Rasmussen.

Megan keeps trying to set me up with her son the drooling magpie, if you can believe it.

People assume that when you are alone, you must be lonely.

Like most assumptions, it's erroneous.

Did you hear what I said about Charlie?

Yes.

You seem distracted.

It's important.

I met Chris Markham, your helicopter pilot.

I'm not sure you can call Chris mine.

My biggest regret is not accepting what Chris offered me.

He asked me to look into his eyes, and... although it's not rational, I...

I believe I perceived pain.

We both know that it's a sentimental myth that emotions can be seen in the eyes.

Charlie Whaling, nine years old, presented with a subarachnoid hemorrhage after automobile collision.

Emergency HCT showed extensive damage around the aneurysm, which had thrombosed.

He rapidly deteriorated to a point of complete expressive aphasia and right hemiplegia.

Brain-dead?

Yes.

So, he required life support?

But my pleas to his family to give up his organs went unheeded.

(laughs)

MICAH: Musing out loud.

In the nine years that we've known each other, I've never heard you do that before.

Actually... Micah, I was having a conversation with the victim.

I ask her questions, and... she answers.

Tell you what, Doc.

Don't be mentioning that to anybody else but me, okay?

Why?

'Cause, uh, they'll think you've gone nuts.

Do you think I've gone nuts?

People often report, in times of great stress, they hear a voice telling them what to do.

"Jump!" "Don't walk down that alley!"

Like that. Like intuition.

I don't believe in intuition.

Well, maybe that's why your brain is resorting to talking to you directly.

I went to this lecture where this neurosurgeon said that we understand the dark side of the moon better than our own brains.

Do you attend every lecture the Jeffersonian puts on?

Hell, yes.

What, you think I took this job for the hours and the health benefits?

BRENNAN: So, Dworsky has an alibi?

BOOTH: Yeah. Tell you, the k*ller had to have buried Lauren Eames in that park.

It had to have been in the middle of the night. Yes.

He would have been visible to traffic during the day.

Yeah, the whole month of November, Dworsky was with his-his son, you know, at-at the hospital.

And I have a better suspect.

Who?

Well, canvassing the area for witnesses, the city cops heard about a woman matching Dr. Eames' description getting stabbed.

By whom?

Oh, a drug dealer who, uh, works a corner about a block and a half from where her remains were found.

Guy is coming into the FBI.

I'm gonna question him in about a half an hour, if you want to be there when I question him.

Hey, I got news.

Oh, tell Bones.

So, remember the funky leaves?

I found concentrations of noscopine and papavarine in the root system.

Opiates. Yeah.

So maybe the victim was a drug addict.

Lauren was not a drug user.

Okay. I mean, we can check the bone density test.

If you think it's necessary.

I'm going to the FBI.

Thank you.

I don't remember stabbing nobody.

BOOTH: Okay, let me refresh your memory.

It was the same woman you k*lled six months ago and then buried under a tree.

Okay, let's just be clear.

It's her we're talking about, right?

BRENNAN: See?

Booth, I told you, it's not her.

He's not shaking his head because it's not Lauren Eames.

He's shaking his head because he wants us to know he didn't do it.

But what he doesn't know is that we have a witness to the stabbing.

And Dr. Brennan here can tie you to the dead body through DNA, and a bunch of other scientific stuff.

You know what? This conversation-- there's nothing in it for me, man, so...

Okay, fine. We're done. I got you for m*rder.

It's been a long day. I'm tired.

You want to go home? I'm tired. Yes, I'm very tired.

Okay, wait, wait, look! Look, I didn't s*ab her, man.

I... I gave her a poke to make her go away.

Why was she even talking to you?

MAN: There's only one reason rich white people like you come to Woodland.

Oh, she was looking to score?

No. No, he's lying.

That's not possible.

Look, man, I turned her down.

You turned down a sale?

She was negotiating price.

I don't do that, man.

I gave her a little poke to motivate her home.

That was the last you saw her?

Till you showed me that picture, yeah.

BRENNAN:
No, she had a T score over two.

An opiate-user would score a point eight, maximum.

Ergo, Ipso-Facto, Colombo, Oreo, she didn't have a drug problem.

What?! That-that's not even Latin.

I mean, all your bone density test proves is that she wasn't a habitual drug user.

I don't like it when you two argue.

We're not arguing.

Yes, we are. I'm saying that the victim wasn't a drug addict.

Well, maybe someone sh*t her up with heroin before k*lling her.

Yes. See?

Thanks for eavesdropping.

BOOTH: Bones, why are you taking this so personally?

I mean, you're acting as though you're the one who's being accused of taking dr*gs.

Temperance, are you all right?

Yes, of course.

(laughs)

I-I'm just tired. I, um...

I haven't slept in a couple of nights. Uh...

(sighs)

I apologize.

How did the opiates get into the tree?

SAROYAN: Dr. Brennan?

Well, it's good to get an insight into the victim, but I'm not certain that this line of inquiry leads directly to her m*rder*r.

I...

I feel like it will.

MONTENEGRO: Okay.

It's a little weird that you said that, sweetie, but it's good. HODGINS: Good?

If I said something like that, she'd rip my head off.

Can't we take a few minutes to delve here?

Okay, all right, uh, only three factors affect tree growth-- sun, water and soil nutrients.

Nutrients, as in Lauren Eames.

Well, there are multiple drug houses around that park.

Maybe it was some kind of runoff?

Even if every junkie in the neighborhood peed on that tree, it wouldn't be enough.

What if she was carrying?

MONTENEGRO: Yeah, but if she was carrying, the dealer or the junkie that k*lled her would have taken the dr*gs.

Not if he didn't know about them.

HODGINS: So then, the drug dealer didn't k*ll her.

You should test the clothing.

No. Why would a heart surgeon be carrying heroin?

Maybe she loved a junkie.

SAROYAN: You don't help a junkie by getting them dr*gs.

Purple. It's heroin.

BRENNAN: No.

It could be morphine.

It would make more sense if she had morphine.

SAROYAN: Why would she buy heroin if she had access to morphine?

(scoffs)

Why did you buy heroin?

Well, who were you buying it for?

Is that who hit you over the head?

What makes you think I was struck over the head?

Well, your skull is fractured.

There's more than one way for a head to get cracked.

You fell?

A slight compression fracture here on the C-4.

You fell with the full force of your weight onto your head.

You... You were thrown?

Anything new?

It wasn't a w*apon.

She was thrown bodily onto something approximately ten centimeters with a reflective surface.

By the power vested in me by the Jeffersonian Institution, I declare you sleep-deprived.

There's a cab waiting to take you home to bed, hmm?

Do you really have that power?

I saw this lecture where this New Age guru type said the only power people exert over us is the power we allow them to exert.

That's incredibly stupid. I agree.

You wave a g*n in my face, you got power, whether I like it or not.

How-how come I understand every word you say? Always?

I don't have that with anybody else.

Sometimes I just hear... noise.

Well, I guess I've been here so long, I speak the secret language of the Jeffersonian, huh?

(laughs)

Come on, let's get you home.

So, I have some psychological insights into the victim.

Okay. Really?

Well, oh... I didn't expect you to say yes.

Um, I went over the victim's employment file, including the results of some psychological tests.

I don't see Lauren Eames going in for counseling.

No. It was mandatory.

After she lost a couple of young patients.

Dr. Lauren Eames was highly controlling.

Now, that kind of mindset can be extremely difficult for someone who deals with death on a daily basis.

It was very stressful.

Now, she dealt with the stress in two ways.

A) She became logical to the extreme.

B) She detached herself.

Detached?

Yeah, emotionally. She made herself not care.

Okay, in order for her to stop feeling nothing, she began behaving erratically.

Like picking fights with the drug dealer?

Yes, and eventually, she got what she wanted.

su1c1de by m*rder.

And I should accept your theory based on what?

Over and over again, I've proven to you that I'm good at what I do.

So, please, explain to me how it is rational in any way for you to disregard what I say?

So now I'm the one behaving irrationally?

So that I can feel something?

You-you want to s*ab me?

No.

Dr. Brennan, I consider you one of my closest friends.

You're not alone in this world.

It's one of the many ways you're different from Dr. Lauren Eames.

I-I... I need to go. I...

I will consider what you said.

Lauren wanted to be k*lled?

BRENNAN: Is it possible that she put herself into dangerous situations on purpose, out of despair?

Yeah.

Sometimes she did this thing...

Twice, we were flying hearts out for transplants.

Once to Baltimore, once to Newark.

We didn't make it in time.

The children d*ed.

It upset Dr. Eames?

Not that you could see.

I mean, she shrugged it off, but both times, once we got up in the air, she opened the door, she undid the seat belt, and then just kind of hung out, looked at me.

Looked at you how?

Like she was daring me to tip the helicopter and topple her out.

What did you do?

I tilted the other way, so she'd fall inside the aircraft.

God, I'd have been good for her.

She should have given me a chance.

Should have given us the chance.

And you look at the way things turned out, what did she have to lose?

Nothing.

She had nothing to lose.

She knew that.

It was her biggest regret.

Thank you.

There's nothing left for me to discover from the hard evidence.

Well, that's the whole problem with being an empiricist, right?

What is?

Eventually, you run out of things to measure and smell and count.

No. There is such a thing as objective measurement, Micah.

There is such a thing as actual truth.

I heard one of these lectures about an experiment where they give guys a pair of glasses that make them see the whole world upside down.

But after three days, guess what?

They see everything right side up.

And then they take off their glasses, and they see everything upside down again.

For three days.

And then, eureka! Back to normal.

Yes, it takes the brain three days to adapt. Well, it seems to me you can't trust a brain that can't make up its mind about something as basic as which way is up.

(laughs)

What-what else did you learn in that lecture?

That there's no such thing as objectivity.

That we're all just interpreting signals from the universe and trying to make sense of them.

Signals from the universe.

Dim, shaky, weak, staticky, little signals that only hint at the complexity of a universe that we cannot begin to comprehend.

But that's what the lecture said, anyway.

Signals...

From the universe.

BRENNAN: Charlie Whaling, nine years old, presented with a subarachnoid hemorrhage after automobile collision.

Emergency HCT showed extensive damage around the aneurysm, which had thrombosed.

He rapidly deteriorated to the point of complete expressive aphasia and right hemiplegia.

Whaling family has yet to update organ donation status.

Charlie Whaling was brain-dead.

You wanted his heart for Sam Dworsky.

Where did Charlie's parents live?

1255B Franklin Street, in Woodland.

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

Bones!

Bones, what are you doing here?

What are you doing? I don't know.

Following you to a bad part of town and saving your life. You know, the usual.

Your turn.

Lauren came to Woodland to beg the family of a brain-dead boy to give his heart to Sam Dworsky.

Oh. So, what? They... they were the ones that k*lled her?

No, Booth.

No. When Lauren was really disappointed or upset, it's like Sweets said.

She couldn't handle the intense emotion, so she'd do something dangerous.

Right. Like coming here in the middle of the night?

I'm not her.

We're, we're not the same person at all.

It's just the universe turned upside down for three days.

What happened to her?

She bought the heroin for the danger of it.

To feel something.

She put it in her pocket.

She got hit by a car.

Just like I almost did.

The impact explains the defensive wounds.

She struck her head over there.

So it was the driver that buried her in the park.

I can't prove any of this.

I know.

But do you still believe me?

Yeah. Of course I do.

All right? Let me take you home.

Come on.

Maybe you just need a couple days off.

I'm all right now.

Except I...

I made a mistake.

No. I told you my opinion.

I mean, you got it right.

Not everything.

She d*ed with regrets.

Come on, Bones. Everybody has regrets.

I heard her, you know?

Micah says that all we get are these...

(laughs) dim, staticky messages from the universe.

Who is this Micah guy?

The night watchman.

But he attends a lot of lectures.

Anyway, the point is, she never gave him a chance.

Micah?

No. No. The helicopter pilot.

He offered himself to her, but she never gave him a chance.

That was her regret.

I got the signal, Booth.

I don't want to have any regrets.

Um...

I'm with someone.

Bones.

And, uh, Hannah? She's not a consolation prize.

I love her.

(sobbing)

You know, the last thing I want to do is hurt you, but those are the facts.

(sobs)

(sighs)

I understand.

I missed my chance.

(sniffles)

(laughs)

My whole world turned upside down.

I can adjust.

I did.

Yes, you did.

(chuckles)

Do you want me to, uh, to call someone to be with you, or...?

No, I'm fine alone.

Thanks.

(sighs)

How'd it work out?

I listened to the universe.

(laughs)

I felt something.

(chuckles)

I'm sad.

That's so much better than dead.

Or even dead inside.

You hear that in a lecture?

I got my own story, Dr. Brennan.

Just like you. Just like everybody.

I got my own sad story.

♪ ♪

(breathes a sigh of relief)

Three days.

Three days for the world to turn right side up again.