08x07 - The Bod in the Pod

[bunniefuu]

BOOTH: Okay, this is revolting.

Yeah, the garbage barge ended up capsizing during the hurricane.

It all ended up washing onto the coast.

Well, even without the garbage spill, coastal waters can have over 240,000 parts per million of fecal coliform.

Fecal colorforms? Is that what I think it is?

Oh, yeah. Not to mention, chemical contaminants from illegal dumping, as well...

Right, right, right, got it. Okay? It's disgusting.

HODGINS: Whoa-ho-ho! Is that thing why they called us?

BOOTH: What the hell is that?

We don't know. It's a... container of some sort.

Whoa. Filled with... gelatinized human remains.

At first, I thought pod people. Of course you did.

Hey, there are still a lot of questions remaining about the events at Area 51, you know.

Do you know that UFO spottings... Let's just keep it close to Earth here, bug boy.

BOOTH: Okay? Just simplify the investigation.

It reminds me of a ship in a bottle.

My dad gave me one when I was little.

Right, so this, uh, kind of brings up all these warm and cuddly memories for you-- that's nice.

I can't make out enough detail to determine gender.

I have no idea what this is made from or how he got inside.

There are no openings. Based on... angular eye orbits and a large mastoid process, the decedent is male.

Human?

Really?

Just being thorough.

(beeping)

VAZIRI: I have a record of my hours right here.

You keep very complete records, Mr. Vaziri.

It's not as if I make a lot of money, so every little bit helps.

Well, I'll check my records and call payroll.

As soon as you can, I'd appreciate it.

According to my calculations, I'm owed over $200, and I have a special dinner planned, so...

Well, a $200 dinner must be very special.
(laughs): Yeah.

I hope so.

I'll just need you to sign these forms.

Hey, Cam, I got another text from your doctor boyfriend. Oh, God.

I'm sorry, and he's not my boyfriend.

MONTENEGRO: Well, it sounds like he thinks he is.

He wants me to tell you to call.

I told him it was over.

I can't date my daughter's gynecologist.

Every time we go out, I can't help thinking... MONTENEGRO: It's okay.

It's okay, I-I get it.

Yeah, we all do. I told him that it was over, that I'm seeing someone else.

Uh, is there anything more I need to sign?

No.

That is good, thanks.

I will call him... again, and he will not bother you anymore--
I guarantee it.

You, uh... you didn't tell me you were seeing someone.

Oh, I am.

I just don't like to bring me my personal life into work.

(laughs): Oh... so you still haven't slept together?

That would be talking about it. Come on, Cam.

I'm not going to tell anybody.

Working.

You're no fun.

That's not what he says.

(quiet laugh)

Nice.

(exhales)

Brennan says that he's a male, Caucasian.

I mean, age is impossible to determine as of yet.

Of course. This is amazing.

Yeah.

I thought pod people were science fiction.

Oh, there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio.

VAZIRI: Once we get him out of there, I'll need to separate the bones from the decomposing tissue.

How are you planning on getting him out of there?

Well, he seems to have been sealed in somehow, but I don't see a seam.

So, these two farmers from South Dakota, right?

They claim to be abducted, encased in this... in this solid, glowing container, and then deposited into this landfill.

They had to be brothers. Yes, 1963.

Very good, Arastoo.

They had a blood-alcohol level four times the legal limit.

I'd like to believe that the aliens were wonderful hosts.

Are you gonna help me with this?

Why me? Weird stuff is your area.

Bones are my area.

This is weird stuff.

Absolutely.

Man, this seems to be some kind of multilayered organic polymer.

You know you're gonna use the laser.

You don't have to justify it to me.

Ready? Yeah.

Here we go.

(quietly): Ah... okay.

Whoa.

Wow.

That was really easy. You know why?

Laser. Yeah, exactly, because a good workman chooses the correct tool for the job.

So, what now? Do we just tip it over and let it drain into a tub, or insert a tube or...

Safety first-- we make sure everything's safe in there.

(sniffs) Ah!

I have never smelled anything like that before.

I mean, I suppose that that could be, um...

(alarm blaring)

Hodgins! Hodgins!

♪ Bones 8x07 ♪
The Bod in the Pod
Original Air Date on November 19, 2012

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

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His eyes are opening. Hodgins, can you hear me?

BRENNAN: He's breathing. If you take care of Hodgins, there's no reason for me not to look at the remains.

(Hodgins groans)

Okay, how many fingers am I holding up?

Three?

He spoke-- that's a good sign.

N-No, don't... don't get up.

(groans)
How long was I out?

VAZIRI:
52 seconds.

You timed me?

BRENNAN: It's important to know how long a person is unconscious-- under a minute counts as fainting, and doesn't necessarily require hospitalization.

You hit the ground hard.

Does anything hurt? Only my pride.

What got me?

The remains were trapped in a primarily anaerobic environment, which caused the flesh to ferment.

Carbon dioxide. Oh, man.

Totally rookie move.

Anyone else feeling the effects?

Just me?

Look. HODGINS: No, I'm fine, honestly.

Just go and I'll just... I'll be good as new in a minute.

Blunt-force trauma to the posterior plane of the occipital with rough-edged abrasions.

Likely cause of death. VAZIRI: The decedent's upper and lower central and lateral incisors are missing.

Yet the root's intact.

Somebody smashed out his teeth. SAROYAN: Oh!

Dr. Hodgins, there appear to be a number of different substances suspended in the matrix.

HODGINS: I'm good. Totally fine.

Oof. Do not fall into the evidence, Dr. Hodgins.

It will only add to your humiliation.

She didn't mean "add," because there's no humiliation.

HODGINS: Uh, I'm gonna filter out that big stuff and indentify it, but it looks to me like it's... wood splinters.

What happened? Are you... are you okay?

Uh, Dr. Hodgins foolishly inhaled noxious gases emanating from the remains and... he fainted. SAROYAN: Not inhaled-- sniffed.

HODGINS: Now, come on, your kindness is looking like pity.

MONTENEGRO: Um, Booth wants me to do a facial reconstruction ASAP, so I'm gonna need to take a look at the skull.

Here you go. Oh, my, God.

Looks like I'll be skipping lunch again.

Whoa! Hodgins?

You know, smashing out the teeth suggests that the m*rder*r was trying to make it difficult to identify the victim.

Psychologically or in the real world?

Was that a sh*t? That sounded like a sh*t.

Please don't discuss the case in front of Christine.

Listen, uh, Christine is asleep.

You can, uh... you can read something a little bit more mature than Hooligan Bear.

Well, I... find I can't relax until Little Louie is safe.

SWEETS: Maybe it's mob-related.

You know, if they didn't want the body identified, then why'd they leave the hands?

You're still discussing the case. Right.

You see, we... we try not to talk about work at home.

BRENNAN: Or home at work. See, we believe a line between work and life is important.

I'm sorry, I have a hard time believing Dr. Brennan can talk about anything else.

She's got lots of interests.

Yes, I am currently considering writing a children's book. SWEETS: Oh, how are you gonna fit a m*rder into that?

It was a joke.

(laughing): Oh...

I get it.

It's funny because a m*rder would be inappropriate for a toddler.

(laughing)

You got it.

(continues laughing)

Why does your office smell like Thanksgiving?

I'm testing my pod theory.

By roasting turkeys?

HODGINS: In a manner of speaking, yeah.

The pod containing our victim's remains showed the same chemical properties as normal types of plastic sheeting, only harder.

See, after the victim was m*rder*d, right, the k*ller wrapped the body in plastic, then dumped it onto the trash barge where it was exposed to direct sunlight.

The gases from the decomposing body caused the plastic to expand.

Yeah, the heat, coupled with the bacteria and lipids, combined to create a catalyst which hardened the plastic.

And we may actually be able to figure out how long our victim was stewing in that pod before we found him.

You solved the "body in the pod" mystery.

I'm not gonna ask why it smells like turkey in here because I'd like to enjoy Thanksgiving, for the rest of my life.

What we're doing... No, I'm really not gonna ask, Dr. Hodgins.

Okay. I merely came in to thank Mr. Vaziri for his book.

What is that? Uh... something I wrote.

SAROYAN: I'm sorry.

Is this something you didn't want people to know?

You're a writer?

It's just poetry.

It's, like, a hobby.

Based on the auricular surfaces of the ilia, I determined that the victim was in his early to mid 40s.

I will put that in the evidence binder.

Apparently, Mr. Vaziri is modest when it comes to his literary achievements.

HODGINS: Oh, man, my main experience with writers is Dr. Brennan, and she is not modest.

What is this?

Yes, Dr. Hodgins, this is far more interesting.

Uh, it's the wood splinters found with the body.

Uh, there's a discoloration on many of them that turns out to be ink.

They were stamped?

Yeah, perhaps by the manufacturer.

Hey, if you're so modest, why did you give Cam your poetry?

SAROYAN: Because I gave Mr. Vaziri time off to meet with his publisher.

Maybe Angela can reconstruct that stamp.

Yes, that's our stamp: Lumber for Less.

What's this about? Uh, we are, uh, trying to identify this man.

This could be Lucky.

Why? What's going on?

We're indentifying human remains.

Oh, my God, Lucky's dead?

Does Lucky have a name? Yes.

It's, uh, Charles Milner.

He's a regular customer.

What happened to him?

Was he a contractor or... Sort of.

Sort of...? He was one of those crime scene cleanup guys, you know, after a messy m*rder?

We know quite a lot about that subject.

Yes, we do But you're not positive it's Lucky, right?

It could be somebody else.

The police are wrong about that...

(crying): kind of thing all the time, right?

Is there something you need to tell us?

(sobbing)

You should know that if the victim is identified as Charles Milner and his death is ruled a homicide, we will uncover everything about his life.

Everything-- that includes secrets between two people.

Yes.

Yes, you have something to tell us?

You're right.

Um, there was more between me and Lucky besides wood, but he was married, so I'm that woman.

Oh, so Mr. Milner was married?

Yes, but he was going to leave her.

Statistically that statement is unlikely to be true.

BOOTH: Maybe Lucky's wife didn't want to take any chances.

Oh, my God.

Lucky said his wife was unstable and dangerous, that he was afraid of her. That's why it was taking him so long to tell her.

Oh, God.

I'll die if Lucky got m*rder*d because of me.

Oh, God.

There, there.

(sobbing)

So, how long were you and Lucky married?

Uh, three years next, uh, January.

(clears throat)

Oh, God, this is horrible.

Can I see him?

I'd advise against that.

Your husband's remains are pretty badly decomposed.

Huh?

Oh, God, oh, no.

So he's like somebody he cleaned up?

Is that what you're saying?

It's ironic, right?

I'm sorry I have to ask, but were you aware of the relationship that your husband was having with this Renee Mitchell?

(sighs)

I'm Lucky's fourth wife.

He met me while he was still dating his second wife.

I had no illusions about what kind of man he was.

Did you ever think about k*lling your husband?

No.

Lucky was good to me and he was great for my kid.

I would have put up with everything just for the way he treated Davey.

Why didn't you report him missing?

You know, every once in a while, Lucky just took off--

Atlantic City mostly.

You sound angry. Oh, yeah, I'm angry.

I'm angry that bitch took Lucky away from me, I'm angry the bastard's dead, I am angry that I don't know how I'm going to live now, and I'm angry my boy lost another father, and that's the worst.

God.

(sniffs)

Davey thought Lucky hung the moon.

And it's going to break his heart when I tell him.

So your son and Lucky were close?

Yeah, Lucky got him working, you know, he set him straight.

Lucky told Davey they'd be partners one day.

How about you and your son?

(sighs)

Davey's my only child.

For a long time, it was just him and me.

We'd die for each other, you know.

I'm gonna have to talk with Davey.

Yeah, sure.

I think he's working.

I think he's just doing some stuff for Lucky right now.

How do I, uh, tell him?

You know, I mean, how do I... how do I tell him Lucky's gone?

How do I tell him we're alone again?

MONTENEGRO: I used photo-modeling software to create a 3-D digital image of the victim's skull, including the damage that was done to the occipital.

Definitely sharp force trauma.

Yeah, next I used an algorithm to compare the size and shape of the most common tools used during a crime scene cleanup.

You think the victim may have been k*lled with his own tools?

I don't know.

I just needed to start someplace.

I'll pull up what I found.

Hodgins told me that Arastoo is a poet.

Yes, I know. You knew he was a poet?

I read a Rubaiyat he wrote on the back of an evidence report.

He didn't think I would notice because it was in Farsi.

Why didn't you tell me?

He apologized.

Apologized?

He knew he shouldn't have written on Jeffersonian documentation.

No, honey... what about the poem?

Did he translate it for you?

No need.

Although my Farsi is rusty, I recognized that it was very beautiful and very sexual.

So, what are these?

Huh?

Okay, uh, all these wrecking bar-style tools fit the basic profile of the m*rder w*apon, and they're sold at the lumber store where Renee works.

The curved edge is the right size and angle to have caused the trauma.

Yeah, but the sides don't match the serrated marks you found on the skull.

Hmm, a claw hammer?

Yeah, look at the serrated edges on the clawed end.

They seem to match up perfectly with the abrasions, and the hammer face could be used to smash in the mandible and maxilla.

That is great.

Arastoo is a poet, huh?

I am... I am really just going to be looking at him in a whole new way.

(speaking Farsi)

Damn.

I told you it was beautiful.

I started writing in my first year at university in Tehran.

That was 1997.

Wow, I'm impressed.

It seems I impressed the authorities, too.

After the election, we all thought that the Khatami regime would be more open to secular work, but I was expelled from school.

Why? What were you writing?

I was 18.

Love, freedom, democracy, sex.

I was foolish and published the poems with an underground press, so I had to leave the country before I was arrested.

You are amazing.

What I am is a man who can't go home and a man who will lose his job if we don't get back to work.

Right, yeah, so it turns out the tissue lesions we found were caused by proteases, amylases, cellulases, and lipases that were placed on the victim's remains.

Enzymes? Yeah, these supercharged, biodegradable cleaning agents that break down organic material on a molecular level.

So the k*ller wanted to hasten decomposition.

Yes, the composition of this cleaning agent fits with the fact, too, that our victim worked cleaning up crime scenes.

So the k*ller had access to the dead man's material.

Yeah, it looks that way.

(laughs)

What is it, Dr. Hodgins?

You're a political exile.

That is so cool.

In a terrible, terrible way, of course.

Of course. SWEETS: I'm not an FBI agent,

Davey; I'm a psychologist.

(scoffs)

What, you think I'm gonna k*ll myself 'cause Lucky's dead?

Well, your mother was concerned about you.

I'm okay. But she's right.

You liked Lucky.

Look, I didn't do great in high school.

I got into fights, I got high a lot.

Lucky started taking me to work with him after school.

He paid me.

After graduating, I started working full-time.

Lucky thought I was smart.

You're going to miss him.

I'm fine.

What will you do now?

Try and take over his business.

Lucky thought I had what it took to be partner one day.

Okay, but you're pretty young to run your own business.

I got no choice.

What else will me and my mom do for money?

You care about your mother.

Yeah, so? Were you aware that Lucky wasn't faithful to her?

Look, sometimes on a job, Lucky would send me away.

I knew why.

And Lucky must have known that you knew he was cheating on...

Lucky had a code, all right?

He said, in a marriage, you treat your woman good, you bring home the bacon, you treat her with respect.

But?

But a man has a life.

He works hard, he plays hard.

What do you think of that? I think if he works hard, and he plays hard, he... maybe he dies hard, too.

Hmm, so you're saying that cheating has consequences?

After working with Lucky, you must be pretty good at cleaning up evidence.

I didn't k*ll Lucky.

I wasn't thinking of you.

I was thinking of your mom.

Now, she mostly stayed with Lucky because of you, right?

Now, if she realized that you could run the business on your own, she wouldn't need Lucky anymore, so she kills him, you clean up the evidence, life goes on.

My mom didn't k*ll Lucky, and neither did I.

You know who you should talk to?

The guy who runs Grim Sweeper Cleaning.

He and Lucky hated each other.

Thank you, Davey.

I'm surprised you didn't say that right away.

You know, I like this mother-son k*ller team for the m*rder.

They both have motive.

The kid knows how to eradicate evidence.

What are you doing? Don't talk shop in the house.

Oh, yeah, you have to wrap that up before you put it in the fridge.

Why am I gonna wrap it up when I'm just gonna eat it. in the middle of the night? BRENNAN: Christine is asleep.

SWEETS: You know what? I'll wrap it up.

No, you're not gonna wrap it up.

Okay, you can wrap anything you want when you get your own place. I'm looking, okay?

The-The housing market is tight right now.

It's not his fault, Booth.

Sweets has trust issues involving finding a home.

Since he grew up an orphan, the anger he's sublimated has paralyzed him from developing a healthy perspective on what having a home means.

That made him bond with us and our home so he didn't have to deal with his own emotional insecurities.

Ah, Bones sh**t from the outside-- three points.

SWEETS: Where is that psychobabble coming from?

Well, you left one of your psychobabble books in our bathroom.

Yes, it was fascinating. Ye-Yes, but it's how you interpret the information that counts, okay, and you're way off on this.

I am looking actively.

Without fear, I'm looking, all right?

It's just... it's just difficult right now.

Very defensive.

I'm not defensive.

It's natural. We understand.

Can we please just talk about the case?

Okay, what Sweets just did there-- that is called deflecting.

I'm not deflecting, either.

It sounds like deflecting.

I enjoy psychology.

(laughs)

We were talking about Melvin Carville.

Thanks, Sweets.

Why are we talking about crime in our home?

Look at this.

Lucky was suing him for restraint of trade.

Melvin had to lowball the bid, then raise the price later.

Right, so, with Lucky out of the way, Grim Sweeper Cleaning is the only crime scene cleanup business in town.

What, so now it's okay to talk shop in the house?

Well, we have a m*rder*r to catch, Booth.

Yeah, Dr. Brennan's 100% right on this.

Okay, just because you're, you know, you're buttering her up doesn't mean you have to stop looking for a place.

I'm not buttering her up. I don't think...

You want some more wine? Thank you.

Well, thanks for coming in, Mr. Carville.

Hey, FBI sends guys to get you, what's going to happen?

You're gonna go with them.

Is that...?

Blood, yeah, and a little bit of brain.

Oh. Like I said, your people came and got me straight from work.

I was cleaning up a shotgun su1c1de.

This is what that looks like.

You couldn't have taken that off?

I didn't want to keep the FBI waiting.

So, is this about Lucky?

Charles Milner, yeah.

How'd Lucky buy the farm?

Someone bashed his head in.

You think it was me?

You're business competitors.

You instigated legal proceedings against the victim.

That lawsuit-- you check, you will see that got dropped way before Lucky d*ed.

You know why? Why?

Because me and Lucky got smart.

Always bidding against each other drove down both our incomes.

You decided to split the bids?

No.

We decided to join forces.

Carville & Milner Cleaning Services.

We were just about to get the name registered and everything.

So you're saying that if you were going to m*rder Lucky, you would have waited till the merger was over so you could keep the whole company?

No, I'm saying I would never m*rder anyone.

But you know who didn't want us to join forces?

That kid.

What kid? Davey.

Lucky's stepson, the heir apparent.

Thanks for the tip.

Meanwhile, we have a warrant to examine your tools for blood.

You're gonna check my tools for blood?

You know what I do for a living, right?

Yes.

Every one of those tools is gonna have blood all over 'em.

So will Lucky's tools.

Right. You know what?

You tell Dr. Brennan and them that their best chance to find Lucky's blood is to check the stepson's toolbox first.

VAZIRI:
These tools belong to Melvin Carville, and these belong to the victim and his stepson.

There is blood on every single one of Melvin's.

What about Davey Benson's tools? Not a trace.

Completely clean.

This looks like a pretty good match to the m*rder w*apon.

Unfortunately, a lot of people have that tool, including Lucky and his stepson.

So, I compared Lucky's roll of plastic to the sheeting that Booth confiscated from Melvin Carville.

Melvin uses this high-grade polyvinyl chloride, which is basically like a bionic Saran Wrap, right?

While Lucky-- he uses this bargain-basement sheeting that is basically molecularly unstable.

I mean, this is the cheapest stuff that money can buy.

Which one made our pod?

Well, I compared isotopes from each brand of sheeting with the plastic from our pod. The winner is... turkey number three.

The pod was made from Lucky's plastic sheeting.

Correct.

Indicating that he was k*lled at one of his own job sites.

Yeah, it's a reasonable conclusion.

I got your text, Dr. Saroyan.

Did you need something?

Remember when you wrote my name out in Farsi?

Yes.

This is it here, isn't it?

Yes.

You wrote a poem to me?

Are you certain you want to discuss this here?

Just... would you say it for me?

(speaking Farsi)

I... didn't understand a word of that.

I think you did.

Oh.

So... so far, I have isolated blood from four different people.

None of it is the victim's blood, so I...

I'll come back later.

No, Dr. Hodgins...

Oh, I...

What did you find on the tools?

Huh? Uh, we checked all of them for blood, but only one set tested positive.

Whose tools? Uh, Melvin Carville's.

The stepson and the victim's tools were scrubbed clean.

This may be the first time that a lack of blood looks more suspicious than buckets of it.

You're suggesting that it was the stepson?

Why else would he clean the tools so carefully?

He obviously has something to hide.

Nothing special about that.

People always have something to hide.

Perhaps the boy cleaned his tools because he is serious about doing a good job.

Dr. Brennan, do you think Melvin Carville is our k*ller?

Yes.

Based on...?

Seriously?

You're working a hunch here?

Melvin Carville told Sweets specifically to tell me personally where to look for blood.

Like a challenge?

Yes.

Oh, you are most definitely working a hunch.

Hey, then I might have some actual physical evidence that will help.

SAROYAN: You narrowed down the six jobs where he was using the cheap wood?

Yeah. The key is asbestos.

The fiber Arastoo extracted from the skull?

Mm-hmm. Actinolite asbestos.

It's used in homes built before 1970.

BRENNAN: How many of Milner's job sites were built before 1970?

Uh...

(computer chirps)

One. It was a home invasion m*rder of an old lady on H Street near the Red Line.

Hey, if Booth can get us in there, then I guarantee we'll be able to find something that ties the victim to the crime scene.

(sighs)

Dr. Brennan?

If the k*ller is Melvin Carville, the place will be wiped clean of all evidence.

SAROYAN: Milner's stepson, Davey Benson, knew that Milner was cheating on his mother.

Plus, Davey is also a trained crime scene cleanup expert.

It's ironic that while all we care about is preserving evidence, their job is to wipe it out of existence.

Like some kind of primeval struggle between us and them.

Hodgins.

Oh. Hey. What?

Come on, man.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I didn't say anything.

Okay. I think that's best, too.

You are totally making it with the boss!

No!

That was a love poem you read to her.

Do you speak Farsi? No, you don't.

I'm a romantic. I know what I heard.

You have no idea what that poem was.

Oh, I got it.

And so did Cam.

And she was not surprised.

How long have you two been together?

My life is in your hands.

You can either ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me, or you can remain silent and earn my everlasting gratitude.

(sighs)

You remember this place?

Yep. Home invasion.

Some dudes k*lled the old lady who lived here 'cause they thought she had a stash of cash.

I mean, me and Lucky did good work.

There was blood everywhere and chunky bits.

But now you can hardly tell a m*rder went down.

I could find evidence.

I doubt it.

Lucky was good at his job, and so am I.

Well, you keep boasting about these kind of things, you're gonna end up in jail.

He's boasting because he didn't do it, Booth.

You didn't find the cash?

Oh, Lucky and I looked for it, but there wasn't any.

BOOTH: You know, Melvin Carville told us that you didn't want, uh, him and Lucky in business together.

Well, at first I didn't, but then Lucky showed me how it would mean more money for all of us.

'Cause if they were in business together, you wouldn't be half owner.

I guess. And now, you would get the whole shebang.

I'm 18. I'm a rookie.

How am I supposed to get business from Grim Sweeper?

Is this the last place you saw Lucky?

Yeah.

Over there. He told me to go on home, he was gonna take care of it himself.

Yeah. Why would he do that?

Mmm. I don't know.

Maybe because he was cleaning these places up and meeting other women?

He said he was expecting a delivery.

Some flooring. That's all I know.

Lucky ever mention a girl by the name of Renee?

BRENNAN: It's not her, Booth.

Or him or his mother.

It's Melvin Carville.

Based on what?

My gut, which according to Sweets' book, is subconscious analysis bubbling up to consciousness. No, no, no.

No. It's my gut that bubbles, you remember?

Melvin Carville is the k*ller.

Every time you mention Melvin Carville, it takes the pressure off other viable suspects.

I understand. Thank you.

But it's Melvin Carville. Just... So...

Renee? Does it sound familiar?

She's that skank from Lumber for Less, where Lucky gets his flooring.

Thank you, Davey. So, can we at least agree that there are other motives and suspects here?

Yes.

Thank you.

I want a team of techs to tear apart this whole place.

Well, I'm gonna talk to Renee.

It's not her, Booth.

It's Mel... Stop.

Bones, I got your theory loud and clear.

Right there.

Melvin Carville. Let's just put it away.

Don't even think about Melvin.

I can hear you thinking right now.

Davey said I was the last person to see Lucky alive?

Were you?

I delivered flooring. That's all.

Oh, right. Come on, Renee.

I-I wanted more, but Lucky said he was too busy.

He sent me packing.

And how mad did that make you on a scale from one to ten?

One being, you're fine with it, or ten, you just wanted to bash his head in?

I loved Lucky. I didn't k*ll him.

I mean, you do realize how this sounds?

Which part? All of it.

You show up, he rejects you.

You have a delivery van.

You wrap the body in plastic.

You're saying that stuff.

I'm not saying any of that stuff.

Fine. Who do you think did it?

His wife and her kid. It makes sense. The two of them.

They k*ll him, she drives off with the body, and little Davey cleans up the mess, just like Lucky taught him.

(sighs)

MONTENEGRO: What time is it? HODGINS: Relax.

We have another hour before we have to let the sitter go.

Have another glass.

(laughs)
You're right.

We work hard at a revolting job, and it is really pretty up here.

I know, right?

And I scanned a poem from Arastoo's book.

And did you learn Farsi, too?

I didn't have to.

I ran it through an Internet translator.

Oh, genius.

I am dying to hear what he wrote.

I know. Right?

So, read.

Seduce me with your poetry.

(clears throat)

"Under the heavens fruit floats."

Really?
"Love hurts as skin yells with new shoes."

Ooh.

Wow.

I'm not sure that this is translated properly.

Yeah, I-I hope not.

Brennan said that it was beautiful.

I know.

"You are my carburetor."

(laughing): Okay All right. You can stop.

I mean, maybe he stinks.

He never came across as a romantic to me.

MONTENEGRO: No, he's-he's good, and... and romantic.

Why? How do you...?

Oh, my God.

I know.

What...? You know?

No, no, no. I mean, like, I'm saying, "Oh, my God," too.

You knew about this. Me?

And you didn't tell me. I...

Just, I couldn't, Angela, okay?

I'm so sorry. I'm your wife.

I know. I love you.

You're my carburetor.

It's just, I promised Arastoo, and-and you know what?

I... I didn't want to burden you with a secret to keep.

You hate keeping secrets. You know you do.

So you're saying that you did this for me?

Yes, I did.

It's just so loaded.

You are not kidding.

HODGINS: Oh, man, we cannot tell anyone.

That's why she had the book.

Yeah. Yeah.

You forgive me?

Yeah.

What kind of carburetor would I be if I didn't?

(Montenegro laughs)

Yeah, I remember this place.

Old lady, home invasion.

Lucky b*at me out on the flooring estimate.

You know why?

He was sleeping with the Lumber for Less lady.

Oh, man, that... that makes sense.

So, did you ever visit him here on the job site?

You bet. This is where we discussed our impending merger.

Aha! He admits he was here.

Why wouldn't I admit it? I didn't do anything.

Renee said that Lucky sent her away the night that he was m*rder*d.

Probably so me and him could talk.

BRENNAN: Aha! He admits he was the last to see Lucky alive.

Very well might be the case.

Except for the m*rder*r.

Exactly. Except for the m*rder*r.

Which is you.

Bones.

If I understand the law, someone pointing their finger and hollering "guilty, guilty" doesn't mean anything. The D.A. likes evidence.

There's no evidence here.

Whoever cleaned this place up is an expert at getting rid of all traces.

Son of a bitch, I'll be damned.

You know what? You were right.

As you ALS everything, I want you to take out the walls and the flooring.

She's gonna find something; she always does.

♪ Yo, I'm a burn till the industry is scorched up ♪
♪ Down to ashes, still get them torches up ♪
♪ If you wanna att*ck me

♪ Go, let loose, I done went through hell and back ♪
♪ Got the aim on my eye so when I move toward the focus ♪
♪ I get closer to the beam in the sky ♪
♪ Dreaming so fly, can't stop me, don't even try ♪
♪ I'm so high, think I'm gonna burn till I die ♪
♪ Whoa, yeah, call me a beast, you don't want me to explode ♪
♪ Because this soul will unleash, gold is in reach ♪
♪ Feel it, John, feel it in this b*at, push deep ♪
♪ She can't speak, I done put her to sleep, I had to see ♪
♪ If my flow works so I put work in the streets ♪
♪

♪ Make fire underwater, too hot for the sea ♪
♪ You can see that I became what you were meaning to be ♪
♪ Number one, let's get it, hey ♪
♪ Let's get it, hey, let's get it, hey ♪
♪ Let's get it, hey, let's get it, hey ♪
♪ Let's get it, hey, let's get it, hey ♪
♪ Let's get it, hey, let's get it, he♪
♪ Let's get it, hey, let's get it, hey ♪
♪ Let's get it, hey, let's get it, hey ♪
♪ Let's get it, hey, let's get it, hey ♪
♪ Let's get it, hey

♪ My heights, my things

♪ My life, my dreams...

Hate to say I told you so.

We're not done.

Looks to me you are. Look, you heard there was money hidden here.

That's why you wanted to work with Lucky.

Interesting theory.

You two are good.

Just not good enough, I guess.

Hope you don't mind if I go.

I have another m*rder to clean up.

Who's there? I have a g*n.

Oh. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up.

What are you doing?

Bringing in Christine's baby monitor.

Why?

In case she wakes up while we're gone.

Gone where? Brennan had an idea.

Just go back to sleep.

Idea for what? Something about the crime scene and a shaman.

A shaman? Like a witch doctor? Just go back to sleep.

Who dreams about m*rder at 3:00 in the morning?

(groans)

(baby crying over monitor)

(loud crying)

Seriously.

(electronic whirring)
Come on, Bones, you've been at this for an hour.

You're not gonna solve the case with a hair dryer.

When I was in El Salvador, there was a medicine man who would charge women to participate in his purification ritual.

(quietly): Is this gonna be a dirty story?

They would gather in the village square, he'd build a fire, and they would dance until the ground began to bleed.

Wait a second, you're saying the blood would come out of the ground?

The villagers believed it was magic.

They didn't know that several days earlier the medicine man had poured cow's blood on the concrete.

The heat from the fire caused the blood in the substrate to liquefy and ooze up through the cement.

BOOTH: Ha! Look at that!

BRENNAN: DNA will prove it, but I believe this is Lucky Milner's blood.

Melvin Carville thought he cleaned the evidence out of existence.

Not on my watch.

Not on your watch, is right.

He's going down.

It was the coolest trick ever.

It was no trick-- it's a simple matter of chemistry and physics.

Dr. Brennan was right-- it's Charles Milner's blood.

Well, is this enough to arrest Melvin Carville for murdering Milner? It lets us know that Milner was k*lled there, but it doesn't give us any indication of who might have done it.

There are some anomalies within this pool of blood.

Prove-the-k*ller kind of anomalies?

Well, there are a few areas that are more dense than others, but if I pull out the areas that are less dense, I get this.

HODGINS: Some kind of pattern.

Why would those areas be denser than the rest of the blood?

My guess is, some kind of compression.

Let's get Dr. Brennan.

Knees. Knees like on your legs?

I believe this is where the k*ller kneeled down to clean up the blood.

There's one patella and these are his toes.

What's this perfectly round thing?

Artificial knee.

Oh, wow.

BRENNAN: See if you can measure the tibia.

45 centimeters. Assuming an average-sized foot and a tibia of approximately 45 centimeters, Melvin Carville fits those dimensions perfectly.

Sweetie, if he has an artificial knee, then you have pretty much sealed the deal.

These are blobs.

Those are your knees, Melvin.

If those are my knees, then what are these knuckly things in the middle of my legs?

Little known fact, you see, knee prints are just as unique as fingerprints.

The hell they are. Yeah, especially in your case, since you had a knee replacement. Which one was it?

Your right knee? Those are blobs.

You can't even prove they're from knees.

You're trying to con me into confessing.

Really? You feel the need to confess, Melvin? Huh?

'Cause you don't strike me as that kind of guy.

What's that?

A brick of cash.

Never saw it before in my life.

Hmm, we found it hidden beneath your floorboards.

It traced back to the money that was stolen from the old lady.

BRENNAN: You and Lucky found what the home invaders couldn't.

BOOTH: And you wanted all that to yourself.

So you m*rder*d Charles Milner with your claw hammer.

But you made one big mistake.

Yeah? What was that? You pissed off my partner here.

BRENNAN: What's even more damning is the evidence that you hid the evidence.

Sorry, I'm in this business, too, and I know how it works.

You bring in the suspect, get him to confess.

We didn't bring you in to confess.

Then why am I here? Because I wanted to say something to your horrible face.

What?

Now? Now.

Gotcha!

You're under arrest.

Gotcha!

He got it, Bones.

Gotcha.

♪
♪ I'm not always right

♪ But I'm sure of this

♪ I just wish tonight

♪ You'd see it my way...

(laughs): Okay, okay, do another one, do another one.

Okay. (laughs)

(clears throat)
"Bacon is silent.

Listen to all that we scrub."

No... (laughs)

I mean, what if it's not a bad translation?

What if Arastoo is just really, really bad?

Nah, I don't speak Farsi, but... whatever he said to Cam... it was beautiful.

Lost in translation, I guess.

I become dollops in the sky.

I revolve like fish, a testicle in the firmament.

Was that him?

That was all me.

Wow. Mm-hmm.

I came up with it just like that.

You know, honey, that gets me very hot.

You know, if we translate it into Farsi, it's awesome.

(laughs)

I knew it was him.

Well, you were right. Problem is, I didn't know why
I knew it was him.

Well, the important things, we don't really know why.

I do not agree with that.

How about love?

I know exactly why I love you. Really?

Okay, why don't you give me your top three reasons.

Uh, first... you love me.

Second, you love Christine.

Uh-h. Third, you... (sighs)
Gets mysterious, right?

No, let me gather my thoughts. That's exactly why we have music and poetry, Bones.

Third... your physicality is remarkable.

Now you give me three of your top reasons for loving me.

I don't have reasons.

(laughs softly)

What?

I think what you just said is very romantic.

What can I say? I'm a romantic, Bones.

Shall we? Huh? We shall.

Wine and dine, candle time?

(laughing): What does that mean?

I have no idea.

SAROYAN: Do you think Hodgins will keep our secret?

ARASTOO: Yes.

From Angela?
(laughs): No.

I'd be surprised if she didn't know right now.

Do you think Angela can keep from telling Brennan?

No. Not for long.

Oh, man, you need to learn how to lie.

I'll tell you what, though.

It stops with Brennan.

You don't think she'll tell Booth?

Only if he asks.
(laughs)

And what are the chances he asks that question?

I'm sorry.

I know you want to keep this a secret.

Oh, Arastoo, I don't want to keep this a secret at all.

Except from all the other interns.

Definitely.

And everyone who works at the Jeffersonian.

Damn straight.

You want me to quit?

And live with that guilt?

Oh, no, thanks.

So to sum it up, you want to tell everyone, but you don't want anyone to know.

Yes.

Crazy, right?

It's poetic.

♪

What's that mean?