10x11 - The Psychic in the Soup

[bunniefuu]

Buddy wants some more cake, Daddy.

I already gave him a big piece.

But he ate it, Booth.

Buddy loves cake.

Just cut him another piece.

All right, all right.

Cutting Buddy a piece of cake.

Here you go, here's a...

On the plate, Daddy, or I'll get dirty!

Wow, you guys are really into this whole imaginary friend thing.

Buddy is warm and affectionate.

I think he's a good influence on Christine.

Okay, Dr. Logic.

You're the one who said that this whole imaginary stuff is crazy.

It has its place.

You praying to your God is no different than Christine giving Buddy a piece of cake.

Okay, I don't have a tea party with God.

What about Communion?

Oh, really? So, now what?

The whole transubstantiation of the Host is like a tea party?

Yes.

(cell phone chimes)

(sighs)

Ugh.

(cell phone beeps)

Oh...

What is it?

It's Sweets's birthday today, and I had down on my reminder calendar to, uh, go get him some doughnuts at this, uh, bakery in Georgetown.

I still forget he's gone.

Yeah.

Aubrey: The guy's name is Alex Dunaway, but for now I'm just calling him "Leatherface."

(laughs) How about "the Virginia Chainsaw m*ssacre"?

Interesting fact-- you know, before being called The Texas Chainsaw m*ssacre, the original title was Headcheese?

What's wrong with you?

Oh, wow.

Looking like some "headcheese" if you ask me.

You talk to Leatherface yet?

Not yet.

Guy was ranting and raving when he came in.

I'm not exactly fluent in crazy.

I got the shrink in there calming him down for me.

Right, so I'll call Bones-- she's probably gonna want to bring the whole tree back to the lab, all right?

Okay, have fun with that.

(door opens, closes)

Aubrey: Alex, my name is Agent James Aubrey.

I'm with the FBI.

Do you understand where you are?

No, I-I was cutting... blood... animals...

Animal?

No, what we found was definitely human remains.

Please don't make me look at that.

At least you feel some remorse for what you did.

No, you don't understand, man.

I-I didn't k*ll anybody.

You're covered in blood, you've been screaming like a madman, running around with a chainsaw.

No, I-I don't remember any of that.

Well, what do you remember?

I was cutting down an old tree, okay?

I'm a park ranger.

And the tree was dead on the inside.

You're saying the body was already inside the tree?

I-I started cutting it down, and all of a sudden, blood started spraying...

(stammers) I-I swear, okay?

I-I didn't know that that was in there, okay?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Do you have a wastebasket or something?

(gags)

Uh, wastebasket?!

Can we get a wastebasket?! (retching)

Forget it.

Ready, guys?

Saroyan: This liquid appears to be a mixture of blood, bone, viscera, decomp fluids and rainwater.

Doing all right there, Dr. B?

You look like something's bothering you.

Saroyan: Which is reasonable considering she's about to stick her hands into body stew.

Well, I feel as if an imbalance of serotonin levels have affected my neurotransmitters.

Probably caused by the fact that today is Sweets' birthday.

Whatever tool was used to fell the tree caused significant damage to the skull.

Oh, man, Sweets.

He would have been what?

Thirty.

He didn't make it to 30?

Yeah, but he made it to happy, and that's pretty impressive, isn't it?

Well... (clears throat) wherever Sweets is, he wouldn't want thinking about him to affect our work.

So I'm seeing the larvae from the red carnivore beetle.

Saroyan: Can you use those to get time of death?

Hodgins: I can try.

Hey, I'm also seeing clothing fibers around the edge of the stump.

Maybe somebody fell in and then had trouble getting themselves back out.

Based on the size of the pelvis and the uniformly coarse granularity of this auricular surface, the victim was a female in her early 30s.

Adults don't go climbing inside trees alone.

I do.

That's where the really beautiful Hymenoptera are.

Right.

But unless by some chance the victim was not an obsessive entomologist, this is probably a body dump.

But why dump her inside of a tree?

♪ Bones 10x11 ♪
The Psychic in the Soup
Original Air Date on March 26, 2015

♪ ♪

Body stew like this, I feel like one of the witches from Macbeth.

Brennan: Based on the scoring and abrasions to the cortical surface, multiple scavengers fed on it.

Hodgins: Hey, lookee here.

I got a piece of the victim's shirt.

Based on the level of fungal growth, the victim's been in the tree for about a month.

Based on the blunted nature of the most anterior aspect of the mandible, I'd say the victim was African-American.

Excellent bone structure.

So a beautiful black woman in her early 30s.

Anyone seen Beyoncé recently?

(Fuentes chuckles)

Unfortunately, a visual I.D. will be very difficult to obtain since the middle of the skull was obliterated in the process of cutting down the tree.

There are still shards of that section of the skull lodged in the teeth of the chainsaw.

Uh, but there are, like, a hundred pieces.

Some are microscopic.

Dr. Fuentes, my three-year-old can complete a hundred-piece puzzle in less than an hour.

I expect nothing less from you.

(sighs)

Aubrey: Park ranger was telling the truth.

Couple of hikers corroborated his story.

But I ran a search for convicted felons local to the area who've committed acts of v*olence in a public park.

That's very specific.

I know, but I actually got a hit, too.

Matthew Crump, 33, multiple as*ault charges, robbery...

No, no, no, no, no, no. I don't think so.

No, it doesn't wash that a guy like this would dump the remains in a tree.

It makes sense if you're lazy.

Chucking somebody into a tree is a lot easier than digging a hole, right?

Right, and Sweets would point out that this is not some random tree, right?

It's a tree where lovers went to carve their initials in.

It's a bad tree for a dump.

Unless you're in love and not thinking clearly.

There you go, right?

Get all the names and the initials and the carvings, so when we get a lead, we can move on it.

Sweets, huh?

Yep, Sweets.

Fuentes: But I have not reconstructed the the skull yet.

You don't need a skull for the I.D.

I made scans of the intact bones.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, excuse me.

I have to take this.

Hola.

(speaking Spanish)

(clears throat)

Uh, are you... are you sick?

Excuse me?

You-you said "medicamentos."

That's Spanish for medicine, right?

Yes, you are quite correct.

I'm getting over a cold.

And that was the pharmacy.

You said you have an I.D.?

Montenegro: Justine Simmons.

Geez, I didn't know somebody could look that good in a license photo.

That's strange-- Hodgins said that the victim has been dead for at least a month, but her father only reported her missing two weeks ago.

Wow, I-I'll tell Booth.

You reconstruct that skull.

Brennan is still gonna want cause of death.

Aubrey: I'm sorry for your loss, Pastor Simmons.

Thank you, Agent Aubrey.

But as painful as this is, I believe the Lord had a plan for Justine.

Well, according to the evidence we've gathered thus far, we believe that your daughter was m*rder*d about a month ago.

Why did you wait two weeks to report her missing?

Justine and I were not as close as I would have liked.

The distance between you two, was it because of the accident?

I see you've done your homework.

According to the accident report, your daughter was driving at the time.

She walked away with barely a scratch, but you were in the hospital for quite a while.

Agent Aubrey, this was an accident.

Sir, I do hope you're not suggesting that...

No.

No, of course not.

So when was the last time you saw your daughter, sir?

Six weeks ago.

At church.

Justine had started attending again.

Wanted forgiveness.

Which I took as a sign that she was turning her life around.

Was she in some kind of trouble?

Like dr*gs or alcohol?

No, no, nothing like that, but...

(sighs)

Justine made her living as a psychic.

I begged her to stop, but she just laughed.

"If a person turns to mediums or necromancers, "whoring after them, "I will set my face against that person and will cut him off from among his people."

Yes.

Leviticus 20:6.

That's very good, Agent Aubrey.

So you know that Justine was playing with fire.

Quite literally.

Don't do it, Angie, don't.

But if this woman was a psychic...

There are no such things.

You seriously don't believe Avalon?

No.

Psychics and fortune tellers represent man's basic need to make sense of the unknown, while rigorous evidence-based science is far more difficult than just believing in magic.

Oh, so you're saying I'm lazy and a fool?

Oh, how did I not see that coming?

(cell phone ringing)

Uh, oh, my God.

It's Avalon.

No, I'm...

I-I didn't call her. I swear!

Okay.

Justine's been here just shy of a year.

Good tenant, no trouble.

All right. Nice place.

Guess being a fortune teller is a good gig, huh?

Psychic. And Justine was amazing, yes.

Oh, so you were a client as well as her landlord?

I did a couple readings.

She was incredible.

Really connected, you know?

No, I don't.

Booth?

Yeah?

This computer is cracked.

There's blood on the screen.

Well, there's lots of cash here, so if she was k*lled here, it definitely wasn't a robbery.

I don't think she was k*lled here.

Brennan: Avalon?

What are you doing here?

Yeah, what are you doing here?

Did Angela call you?

No.

No, I-I called her.

Someone contacted me from the other side.

Said you needed my help.

Right. Oh.

Uh-uh-uh!

Come on, out. There we go.

Okay, what's going on here?

I'm Avalon Harmonia, a psychic like the victim.

You just finished laying flooring, didn't you?

Wow, you're really good.

It's just your knee pads and that pine oil smell.

Yeah, sorry.

The owners have me remodeling, like, four different units in the building.

Look, Avalon, you can't be at the crime scene, all right?

They don't believe.

I'm sensing a great struggle in this room.

Yes, the blood evidence told us that without having to sense anything.

There was a man who wanted to do her harm.

If you can tell us that man's name, I'll be impressed.

Anthony Taylor.

What?

He's connected to this case.

And he's a charlatan.

Landlord: Justine used to work with him.

They had a falling out.

But he came here once. They argued.

I overheard-- thin walls.

I-I'm pretty sure he threatened her.

Yeah, that fits.

All right, enough with the pillows.

Say, let me ask you something.

Is it somebody's birthday today?

Montenegro: I'm sorry that they don't believe, Avalon.

Oh, I'm used to it.

Besides, other people's opinions don't make the truth any less true.

Right, so why am I here exactly?

Because you're interrogating the fraud, and Booth won't let Avalon into the FBI.

So you want me to subvert protocol and risk my career by letting her what exactly?

Educate you.

About how a fraud like Anthony Taylor operates.

Avalon can tell you how he fishes for names, how he leads his subjects to reveal the answers that he needs.

So you just have to play along, and then you turn the tables on him.

Well, I thought you guys were forbidden from revealing your secrets.

She's the real deal, Aubrey.

Angela, please.

No offense, Ms. Harmonia, but...

I don't blame someone who's been through what you have to lack faith in someone like me.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, your dad leaving you and your mom.

Someone told you.

Of course.

Call her your spirit guide or your guardian angel.

Anyway, I'm sorry for your pain.

But I see great things in your future.

Mostly.

"M-Mostly"?

All in good time.

Aubrey: Because of your gift,

Mr. Taylor, we were hoping you could help us with a case we're working on.

Of course, of course.

And we'll do our best to keep your name out of the press.

Oh, no need.

The more people who know about the power of the mind, the better off the world is.

Well, I'm sure you can already sense who the victim might be.

A moment, perhaps?

Please.

I'm getting... a boy.

Or-or-or a young man.

He could be the victim or the assailant.

We know very little, so the ball is in your court.

Then it's a young man.

Very good.

A lot of money was kept in the victim's apartment.

Robbery. Robbery was the motive.

Greed is a powerful force.

This victim was a client of another psychic actually.

A, uh... Justine Simmons?

Think you might know her.

Yes.

She's a fraud.

I hope she didn't take advantage of him.

Well, I thought you two used to work together.

I am sensing Justine is clouding the issue here.

Justine is the issue here, Mr. Taylor.

She's the victim.

Something you didn't seem to sense.

Or didn't want to.

You lied to me.

Yeah, well, the difference is that lying isn't my profession.

I can't give an accurate reading if there isn't an openness between us.

Oh.

Okay, great. Let's be open then.

Uh, you and Justine used to work together, then a year ago, she quits and files a restraining order against you.

Justine stole some of my clients.

I lost my temper.

Is that a crime?

Judge thought that it could be.

Okay.

She stole more than some of my clients.

She stole my methods for contacting...

You mean the tricks that you use to take advantage of vulnerable people-- like how to do a cold read, or how to run a quick background check on a future client?

That's what Justine did.

Because she didn't have the gift like I do.

She did that. And you know what? She'd go deeper.

She'd dig up dirt on her clients.

So you're saying that Justine would blackmail her clients?

It wasn't done overtly of course.

And I would never do it.

But you don't think I could really k*ll Justine, do you?

You're the psychic.

I shouldn't have to tell you what I'm thinking.

Saroyan: Avalon? I thought she was barred from the FBI.

Well, yeah, but she can do her work anywhere.

She's been trying to contact Justine.

Oh, the dead person.

Is that a local or a long-distance call?

Oh, great.

So you think I'm a loon now, too?

But you're great with a computer.

So what did you find?

Okay, so... here are the documents that the victim pulled when she did background checks on all of her clients.

Smart racket.

Any idea how many of these clients she was blackmailing?

Well, it's hard to say, but there's a lot of them.

The blood on the screen, that was definitely hers, right?

The DNA was a match, yeah.

That's good for us.

When the computer broke, the time stamp froze at 1:07 p.m. on the 12th, which means I might have time of death.

Or at least time of as*ault.

I'll tell Booth.

And for the record, I don't think you're a loon.

My grandmother was a believer.

After my grandfather d*ed, she visited psychics, hoping to talk to him one last time.

I mean, she... she spent thousands.

Yeah, the fakes, people like Justine and Taylor, they just prey on people when they're at their most vulnerable.

You know what I hate the most?

Knowing that all she had to do was call me, you know?

We could've talked about him.

Kept him alive together.

And it wouldn't have cost her a dime.

Yeah.

Dr. Fuentes, where have you been?

I know I'm late.

Sorry, I, um, I just had some personal business to take care of.

But it's not gonna happen again.

Whatever that business is, it's clearly lucrative.

Look, if you're not interested in working here for an intern's salary...

Well, no, no, no!

Of course I do. I...

Allow me to apologize.

It will not happen again. I promise.

We've wasted enough time.

Why isn't the reconstruction of the skull completed?

Well, I'm still waiting on more fragments from Dr. Hodgins, but I did find a Monteggia fracture on the proximal shaft of the ulna, and that is in addition to a dislocation to the head of the radius and the fractures on the metacarpals.

So the victim clearly fought back.

Mm-hmm.

The blood on the laptop was definitely Justine's, but there's no signs of forced entry into her apartment.

Oh, implying that the victim might have been att*cked by someone close to her.

So while you were talking to the Amazing Kreskin, I was doing this.

Running serial numbers on hundred dollar bills?

It's money from Justine's apartment.

Oh.

And they're sequential.

Yeah, they're brand-new.

Federal Reserve traced it to a small bank in Rockville.

Withdrawing 3,000 bucks from a small branch in a little town might be memorable, right?

I'll go talk to the tellers, see if they remember who they gave the bills to.

I already did that.

Customer's name is Alana Jackson.

Let me guess-- Alana Jackson is a client of Justine Simmons.

Ah, you are psychic.

Okay, let's go.

Booth: Alana Jackson?

FBI. Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here is Agent Aubrey.

Oh, my God. My kids.

Are my kids okay?

Yes, ma'am.

We're not here about them. We need to ask you a couple of questions about Justine Simmons.

We found her body at Roosevelt National Park.

We suspect m*rder.

That's...

Oh, my God.

We have reason to believe that that she was blackmailing you, and we know that you gave her $3,000 last month.

Blackmail? No.

She-she just told me that she needed money, so I gave it to her.

Wow.

Pretty generous of you.

I was grateful to her.

She'd call upon spirit guides to protect my husband.

He's serving his third tour in Afghanistan.

She was, um...

She and I became close.

So, um...

Oh, my God.

I can't believe she's gone.

You two were more than friends, weren't you?

What do you mean?

Look, I've been doing this job a long time, and I know people react when they've heard that a loved one is dead.

Did she thr*aten to tell your husband about your affair?

No.

God, no.

Besides, Justine and I stopped seeing each other a while ago.

Who broke it off?

Justine.

I told her I'd do anything for her.

I-I'd leave my husband, I'd start a new life.

But she said no.

That must have made you pretty upset.

It did.

But that doesn't mean I k*lled her.

All right, can you account for your whereabouts last month on the 12th around 1:00?

Uh...

See, um...

I was training for a triathlon that day.

With 14 other people.

I can... I can give you their names if you'd like.

Yeah, we'd appreciate that.

Now, uh... unless you have any other questions, I really need to pick up my kids from soccer practice.

When you can, get those numbers to us.

Yes, sir.

Uh...

You spoke to her father, right?

I can't imagine what he'd do if he found out that she and I were having an affair.

Montenegro: So you contacted Justine?

Did she say who k*lled her?

She wouldn't say.

Lots of crying going on with her though.

Well, why didn't she say?

She said she hurt enough people, and that her death was her own fault, poor thing.

Oh, hello, Avalon.

It's good to see you.

Not in connection to the case, of course, but because I kind of like you.

She contacted Justine.

But Justine won't say who k*lled her.

She doesn't want to get anybody in trouble.

Gee, fancy that, not having an answer.

I did hear from your friend though.

The psychologist.

Avalon, no.

Don't. Not Sweets.

Hodgins...

No, Angie, she is not gonna use Sweets like this, okay?

Avalon, just let him rest in peace.

Not another word.

So you really had contact with Sweets?

Yeah.

He's having a real tough day.

Yeah, it-it's his birthday.

Yeah.

I hear the first one's always tough.

Aubrey, what do you got?

Oh, hey, what do you got there?

Oh, these are just some doughnuts I got from Georgetown.

Oh, great, I still got room in my leg.

Yeah, I promised Sweets that I would treat him to some on his birthday.

Oh.

Yeah.

Would have felt weird not to get them, you know?

Yeah, I do.

Well, it would also be wrong not to eat them though.

Yeah, you know what?

You're right.

There it is.

Mmm.

So what do you got there?

Right, m*rder.

So I compared Justine's financial statements to the bank records that she kept on her computer so I could find out her most frequent clients.

And when you say "frequent clients," you mean blackmail victims.

Or other intimate relationships.

So I checked social media, cross-referencing Justine's name with the client's name.

Whoa, whoa, slow down, you're sounding very squinty right now.

Child of the '90s, you know; computers are kind of our thing.

This doughnut is blowing my mind.

What, you only got these six?

Aubrey, please just continue on with the information.

Right, okay, so what I got was this.

Booth: Wait a second, that's her father's church.

You're gonna tell me all these ladies go to the same church?

Justine Simmons didn't go back to church looking for forgiveness, she went back looking for clients.

You know, maybe Alana was right, you know?

We should, uh, talk to her father again.

This piece of tissue Dr. Hodgins found is from the victim's scalp.

And it's exhibiting a significant amount of ecchymosis.

Bruising.

I'm thinking this correlates with cause of death.

So you would like me to match that tissue with the proper location on the cranial surface?

Exactly.

Wow, you did a wonderful job reconstructing this skull, Dr. Fuentes.

Thank you.

Even though you've been distracted and late.

As I said earlier, a million apologies.

You found the location where the tissue came from?

Yes.

The occipital.

Fuentes: Well, that's interesting.

There's a hairline fracture here.

Perimortem.

So cause of death could have been blunt force trauma.

Well, the curvature of the fracture is almost semicircular, suggesting that the w*apon is some sort of cylindrical object.

A pipe?

No.

Metal would have caused a lot more damage.

It's most likely a lighter polymer or wood.

A cane?

Yeah.

Didn't Agent Aubrey say that Justine's father uses a cane ever since the car accident?

You can't possibly believe I k*lled my own daughter.

I am a man of God, Agent Aubrey.

Lots of k*lling and retribution in the Bible, Pastor.

"As for the faithless, the sorcerers, "their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death."

Revelation 21:8.

Huh.

You're really up on your Bible, Agent Aubrey.

Minored in religion in college.

So you add her sexual orientation to the, uh, sorcery, I'm thinking we've got us a lethal combination.

(sighs)

Justine came out to me when she was 16 years old.

I supported her then as I do now.

These passages you quote, Agent Aubrey, they pale next to the real message that Jesus brought to us-- understanding, compassion and love.

I am not God, Agent Aubrey.

It's not for me to judge.

I hope you're telling the truth, Pastor.

I really do.

But we need to take your cane into evidence.

I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

This cane was a gift from Justine.

Yeah, well, uh, you don't really have a choice, sir, because we have a warrant.

This came for you.

It was opened?

Why was it opened?

Because opening suspicious packages in a government facility is recommended by Homeland Security.

Wh-What is suspicious about this?

Dr. Fuentes, stop.

There are dr*gs in here, prescription dr*gs.

And taking into account the cash that I saw you with and the fact that Angela overheard you talking about medication...

I am not selling dr*gs, if that's what you're saying.

Do you have a better explanation?

That money wasn't for me, it was for bribes.

Okay, this is not sounding better, Dr. Fuentes.

These dr*gs, they are prescriptions, donated by Cubans living here in America.

I am shipping them to a doctor I know in Cuba who needs them for his patients.

The money is for bribes for customs officials in Cuba.

I thought health care in Cuba was free.

It is, but medicines are not.

There are very few, and they're expensive.

Okay, well, this is still smuggling.

And I can't condone that or ignore it.

But we are still talking about saving lives and relieving suffering.

Is-is that wrong, no matter what the law says?

No, uh, but yes, uh, the law...

The law is wrong.

These are my people.

They have suffered enough.

The estimated circumference to the damage to occipital is 88 millimeters, which does not match the pastor's cane.

I will leave my notes for the next intern.

Where are you going?

I haven't made a decision yet.

We both know what you have to do.

I'm gonna make it easier for you.

It has been an honor and a pleasure.

And I'm sorry it had to end this way.

Maybe if I could have gotten Justine to open up.

(sighs)

But there's only so much I can do.

It's not your fault, Avalon.

It's just, Sweets seems more present to me.

I always go back to him.

Hodgins: I found feces from every arboreous animal you can imagine, plus insects.

Aedes albopictus, Ceratopogonidae, Chironomidae.

That's great.

Yeah.

And I ran a postmortem on all the insects.

A bug autopsy?

That's right, yeah, and one of them was m*rder*d.

Well, before you go and declare yourself king of the lab, I have some reading for you.

Wh-What is this?

So you said there's no evidence that psychics are real.

But for generations, physicists have believed that nothing could move as fast as light.

But now they've discovered neutrinos.

Lister proved that bacterial infections could k*ll, but doctors still wouldn't wash their hands before operating because they'd convinced themselves it was foolishness.

A solar eclipse was magic before we understood it.

Great, so you did your research.

Yeah.

The impossible becomes reality all the time.

Ideas and memories and love--

I mean, you can't hold those things in your hands, but it doesn't mean that they don't exist.

So why not spirits?

And why not Sweets?

Y-You don't have to believe, I-I get it, but y-you don't have to dismiss the possibility, either.

No decent scientist would do that.

(sighs)

Avalon...

I'm sorry.

And I love you, Angela.

Professor, I didn't see that one coming.

And that's hard for a psychic to say.

That's it?

Yeah.

You're right.

So... "I love you" about says it all.

Want to hear about the bug?

I guess.

All right.

So he got hit by a car.

He splattered onto the windshield.

I actually found windshield wiper fluid on him.

So how did the bug end up inside the tree?

Well, I think that the k*ller actually dragged Justine onto the car in order to get the height to push her into the hollow of the tree.

That's genius, Hodgins.

Yeah.

The problem is that I still have this trace that doesn't fit into the scenario.

It's a polyurea grease and an acrylic urethane adhesive used when installing new flooring.

Oh, my.

Hodgins: What?

He says, with an entirely open mind.

Avalon: The landlady.

She was repairing a floor while we were there.

And I sensed that through my eyes and nose.

Where's my intern?

Oh. Yes.

Dr. Fuentes left.

He admitted that he was attempting to smuggle prescription dr*gs into Cuba.

Well, that explains that.

Yes.

I would do the same thing if I were him.

They lack basic medicines.

Please tell him to come back. We have a m*rder to solve.

But, Dr. Brennan...

And we might be working late.

Aubrey: We tested the equipment that you use to fix the flooring in the building, and your mallet caused the victim's injuries and tested positive for her blood.

So your move next.

No. You guys got it all wrong. I didn't k*ll Justine.

Right.

So somebody stole your mallet, then k*lled Justine with it, and then what?

Planted it back on you?

Okay, I shouldn't have lied.

But I was scared that you would think that I k*lled Justine.

We do.

Justine and I fought.

Let's call it a lovers' quarrel.

Wait, you were sleeping with her, too?

Well, it was more than that. I mean, I loved her, and I thought she loved me, too.

Until you found out you were just one of many.

(sighs)

I was fixing a leaky pipe in the unit next door.

Okay? The walls are really thin.

I overheard her on the phone telling someone that she loved them more than she'd loved anyone before, and I just freaked.

You ran over to her place.

We started screaming at each other, she shoved me, and I was just so pissed...

I was so pissed that I just kind of, accidentally, threw my mallet at her head.

You hit her right in the head.

I know.

I know, it's... it's hard to aim a hammer.

But it didn't k*ll her.

I mean, not even close.

She was very much alive. She started whaling on me with those damn peace crystals of hers. Look.

And then what?

And then nothing.

We were both bleeding, so we just stopped.

And that's when I realized that Justine was crazy and I was better off without her.

So I left.

With her very, very much alive and cussing at me the whole time.

Dr. Fuentes!

Excellent.

I'm glad Dr. Saroyan was able to find you so quickly.

She didn't.

I left without telling you my latest findings.

I found a small fracture on the victim's occipital where she was struck by a cylindrical object.

Yes, that was caused by the mallet that was thrown at her by the landlady.

No, not this one.

Oh. Dr. Fuentes.

It's okay. I'm leaving.

No, it's not. I need him here.

You think I didn't look for a way to keep Dr. Fuentes here?

But I have responsibilities, Dr. Brennan, even more than you...

Dr. Saroyan, it's okay.

I am here for the medications which you confiscated.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

You threw them away?

As a doctor, I had the legal right to...

I didn't throw them away. I arranged for them to be smuggled to your doctor friend in Cuba through Booth's friend at the CIA.

(laughs)

Muchas gracias.

You took the dr*gs from my office?

If that's a problem, I imagine... you will have to fire me as well.

Why would she fire you?

You don't have any evidence.

It's gone. Isn't it?

What?

I was raised with Cuban justice, which allows me to see the loopholes.

He's correct.

All you could do is start a long, protracted dismissal hearing, which would rely on your word against mine.

Then, because of this loophole, I might have acted in error.

Although, next time, you should try to hone your covert skills, okay?

Of course.

If there are no further interruptions...

You're right, Dr. Fuentes.

This fracture is not from the mallet, although its proximity to the mallet strike does give us cause of death.

Very good.

But the damage is too small to be of significance.

No, not if the mallet blow could have caused a subdural hematoma.

Brilliant.

Fuentes: The blood would accumulate and expand in the intracranial space until something caused it to rupture and k*ll her.

The small, sharp force blow you discovered is more than enough.

Get the skull to Dr. Hodgins and have him swab this new damage immediately.

And welcome back, Dr. Fuentes.

Do you know where Sweets' car is?

Uh, Sweets' car?

What does that have to do with the case?

N-Nothing.

I-I don't think I'm here for the case.

Your friend wants me to drive his car.

Right away.

He said it has to be right away.

Okay. Um, maybe because Daisy's selling it today.

And for some reason, he wants me to drive with my thumbs.

Drive it with your thumbs?

Yes.

That was very clear.

He kept saying, "Drive thumb, drive thumb, drive thumb."

Oh, no, no.

Not "drive thumb."

Thumb drive.

There must be a thumb drive in the car that he doesn't want to lose when Daisy sells it.

Oh.

You're good.

Come on, we have to get to that car before Daisy gets rid of it.

So I found grease residue in the fracture.

Grease?

Are we talking French fries, a burger...?

Polyurea grease.

Ooh. Sounds delicious.

Yeah, if you like the taste of bicycle chain.

That's what they use to lubricate them.

So the victim was hit by a bicycle?

Probably a girl's bike, judging from the fleck of pink, rust-proof enamel.

But I tied it to a maker of kids' bikes, Hardy Bike and Toy. Look at this.

The enamel also contained bug residue.

The same bug residue found on the victim?

You got it.

(door opens)

How long is this gonna take?

I have to pick my kids up by 5:00.

Well, you might want to arrange a babysitter long-term.

What does that mean?

It means that we have proof that you k*lled your girlfriend.

Your daughter's bike tested positive for blood in the chain.

Justine Simmons' blood.

Okay, I can explain.

It's... it's not what you think.

What we think is that you fought with Justine and you k*lled her.

Then you dumped her body into the tree.

The same tree that you carved your initials in.

So... are we missing something?

I did not mean to do it.

Look, Justine-- she came over and broke up with me.

Then she wanted to hug it out, to let our energies commune.

Our whole relationship, it... it was just a lie.

But I did not mean to k*ll her.

I didn't even push her hard, I swear, I just...

It was just a little push.

But when she dropped, sh...

She was...

Aubrey: See, it didn't take much.

Justine got in a fight with someone else two days earlier and suffered a head injury.

That's why she d*ed from hitting the bike.

That's good then. I...

It's not my fault.

I'm innocent, right?

Right?

You covered it up. You hid the body.

Because I thought I'd get in trouble.

I have kids.

I'm a good mom-- ask anybody.

I was just thinking about my kids.

Oh, my God.

(sobs)

Brennan: Okay, Christine, the tea is ready to be poured.

Booth: Look at this.

And Daddy has an extra big piece of cake for Buddy.

Buddy isn't hungry.

He just wants you to read a special book.

What am I gonna do with all this cake that I got?

It's gonna go to waste now.

Daddy...

Yeah?

The cake isn't real.

Brennan: Yeah.

The cake's not real, Daddy.

Right.

That's my bad.

I'll, uh...

I'll bring the cake back up to Mom, okay?

It's supposed to be imaginary.

Right?

So what charges are being filed?

Well, for the landlady, most likely manslaughter.

And, uh, for Alana, Caroline's gonna strike a deal for probation to protect the kids.

That's good, right?

Well, it's the best of a bad situation.

(knocking on door)

I'll get it.

Okay.

So, here we go.

Did you, uh, pick out a book that we're gonna read Buddy?

Not yet.

He wants a love story.

Love story.

Angela, hi.

Avalon, uh, this is a surprise.

Why are you here?

Well, it's a long story, but most of it you'll think is rubbish, so I'll just skip to the happy ending.

We brought you a present.

A birthday present.

Well, it's neither of our birthdays.

No, it's for Sweets' birthday.

Do you remember the thing he would do?

He would give out presents on his birthday.

He would say how grateful he was to all of us for another good year.

Avalon: Apparently, he finished your present just before he d*ed and never told anyone.

He was gonna give it to you today.

A thumb drive?

Yeah.

And this is what is on it.

It's the book that he wrote for the two of you.

When he was examining our partnership for the Bureau?

Montenegro: Yeah.

But he left out the psychology and the efficacy of your partnerships and all that other boring, technical stuff and turned it into a love story.

By someone who really, really loved you a lot.

Parts of the Whole.

Is that the book Buddy wants us to read?

Who's Buddy?

Buddy is Christine's imaginary friend.

Imaginary?

Okay.

Whatever makes you feel better.

"Dedicated to Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth, the people who taught me that understanding, compassion and love are not just notions in a book. My life means more because I know you."

Buddy says we can have cake now, Daddy.

Let's have cake.

Brennan: Who wants imaginary cake?

I'll have a thin slice. I'm on a diet.

Oh, okay...