Programma Televisivo: Bones - 5x22
Mom, it's snowing!
(Mom) Are you jumping on your bed again, Dylan?
Yeah, 'cause it's snowing!
Come make a snowman with me!
Oh, what have you done in here?
Sweetie, come here.
Oh, my God!
What's wrong?
It's not the good kind of snow, honey.
(creaking, crackling) Cool!
Dibs on the skull.
Who keeps this much junk?
Oh, whoa.
Wow!
Washington Capitals puck from the '80s.
That's classic.
Victim is male...
in his 40s.
That's it?
That's all you got?
I mean, usually you have just a list of specifics I don't even understand.
I'm very distracted.
Yeah.
I bet you are with all the junk here.
No, not that.
You probably heard about the full set of interspecies hominid remains that were found in the Maluku Islands.
No, I missed that one.
Where's Mypoopoo?
Maluku.
Indonesia.
Anyway, this could be a crucial link in the evolutionary chain.
Could be huge, I bet.
But what about the 40-year-old dead guy here?
There are apparent perimortem injuries to the temporal and parietal bones, and the squamosal suture.
(Booth) So, he got hit in the head, huh?
Let's go see if what hit him is upstairs.
And I'm keepin' the puck-- that's vintage.
I tried to get him to clean up his place.
He wouldn't answer the door, he wouldn't pick up his phone.
Well, it's probably clean by now.
Most of his stuff came crashing through the ceiling of the downstairs apartment.
Yeah.
You know what'd be great?
If it didn't get out that Murphy died in the apartment.
Makes it tougher to rent.
A big hole in the floor probably makes it less desirable, too.
(sighs) Oh, not one of those guys.
What guys?
A hoarder.
(Brennan) This is an anthropological microcosm of this man's life.
How are we gonna find any pertinent evidence in all this crap?
All this "crap" is evidence, Booth.
Oh, this is a little slice of heaven.
Cockroaches, fleas, rat droppings, bat guano.
One of those guys.
Oh, yeah.
(rats squeaking) Whoa.
Ooh.
I think I'll be happier downstairs with the dead stuff.
Oh, who could live in this stench?
Put on the fan there, will ya?
Sense of smell-- it's destroyed after awhile.
Must be a survival mechanism.
(Brennan) In the Maluku Islands.
It's a remarkable find.
Better than upstairs?
Well, upstairs can't really shed light on the interspecies similarities of human evolution.
Now this guy must've been dead for a long time.
Maybe not.
Hodgins found so many insects and rodents, they could've cleaned the flesh quite rapidly.
Anyway, remains were found on the islands which suggest Homo floresienses may have mated with early Homo sapiens.
I've been in touch with the organizing committee.
Really?
That shouldn't cause surprise.
I'm an anthropologist.
Who's been focusing on murder lately.
Lately.
(Booth) Hey, down below.
You might want to check this out.
Did you find more remains?
Not exactly.
I did, however, find 36 waffle irons.
No syrup though, so what's the point?
Hodgins.
Right.
(clears throat) Behold.
I'm thinking cause of death might have something to do with blood loss.
There.
A place for everything, and everything in its place.
The place for this guy's flesh is on his bones, not in the buggy bellies of thousands of maggots.
Dental records confirm that these are the remains of Timothy Daniel Murphy, age 48.
You'll excuse me if I'm a little bit excited.
Oh, you have a thing for hoarders, do you?
Oh, Lord, no.
They make a little nauseous, actually, but I have excellent control of my gag reflex.
There are two sets of parallel cleft wounds to the parietal and temporal bones, consistent with an attack with some kind of blade.
Hacked to death-- that would explain all the blood.
Weren't we talking about me?
It always seems that way.
It's just...
I've been accepted to go to the Maluku Islands!
(shrieks) (Saroyan) Whoa!
Hearing loss, Ms.
Wick.
That is excellent news.
Wow, that did not sound sincere.
If it weren't for that letter of recommendation you wrote, I would not have made the cut.
Well, I had no idea that recommendation was for the Maluku project.
But it was.
This is amazing.
I could be referenced in research materials.
(shrieks) (Saroyan) Whoa!
Daisy, you have to stop making that noise.
Hacking suggests a crime of passion.
Any blade marks on the other bones?
Dr.
Brennan.
Yes, Ms.
Wick is indeed very fortunate.
The Maluku anthropological team could influence scientific thought for many years.
Perhaps we could return from the Maluku Islands and focus on the murder?
Disposophobics.
What's that?
It's the psychiatric term for those who hoard.
These photos indicate that the victim was a level five hoarder.
Five out of ten?
No, out of five.
Well, things are usually out of ten.
Well, they should be out of ten.
But level five is extremely severe.
You'd be classified as a level one.
Me?
Yeah.
I've seen your office, your apartment.
You cling.
I don't cling, okay?
I collect things.
It's a big difference.
Okay.
Level five disposophobic might also be an agoraphobic, which would limit his relationships in the outside world.
You'd be dealing with a very small pool of suspects.
Why are you staring at that soldier?
That's not a soldier.
That's a full bird colonel in the U.S.
Rangers.
And you know what?
He's staring at me.
I hope this is coincidental.
Most definitely not, Master Sergeant.
No, I'm not a master sergeant.
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Why'd they send you?
I told them you'd talk to me.
So far, so good.
I'm not talking to you.
This is me not talking to you.
We're losing men every day, men who don't have to die and wouldn't if you trained them.
Your country needs you.
Oh, no.
Don't say that word.
I served my country, Colonel.
Who's that guy?
Do me a favor, huh?
Just head back to the murder victim's apartment, see if you can pick out any psychological clues from the garbage, okay?
(sighs) (Sweets) Hello?
Hey.
(laughs) Look at you, all squinted up.
Yeah, they didn't really get me a pair that fits.
To be honest, I'm feeling kind of pinched in my...
Wow.
Those photographs did not lie.
Nope.
So have you found anything that points to the killer?
No, not unless he was trying to hoard the hoarder's hoard.
Well, there might have been something of value in all this, right?
What, you think someone actually tried to take something from here?
How would he even know where to look?
Oh, oh!
Did I just see a snake?
Thamnophis sirtalis.
It's a common garter snake.
We're on the third floor.
How does a snake get in here?
Probably followed the bats, rats, mice, squirrels, and fleas.
There's also extensive termite damage, which explains why the entire floor fell into the apartment below.
Four, five, six fans, and there are air fresheners hanging all over the place, so obviously there were complaints by the neighbors.
Yep, suspects.
I mean, heck, wouldn't you kill him if you lived next door to this?
Whoa!
Daisy said that the victim was killed by a blade.
Hacked to death maybe.
This could be the murder weapon.
Yeah, well, you can put it over there with all the others.
(Sweets) Oh.
Well, maybe all of these fell on him and it was just an accident.
Uh, no, no, that wouldn't explain the blood spatter.
(sighs) This is going to be very difficult because everywhere you look, there's a weapon.
What's wrong?
He's back.
Who's back?
Angela's father.
Okay, I saw him down there.
I know you do not believe me, but I saw him.
No, I totally believe you.
The man carries a black cat bone in his back pocket.
(Hodgins) Oh, God help me.
Yeah, of course I got complaints-- and not just from his floor-- from the whole building, from people passing by on the street.
Why didn't you just evict him?
Oh, I tried and tried and tried.
Look, "eviction notice for cause, to wit: health, hygiene, damage to the building."
Here's a summons and a complaint, both of which Mr.
Murphy ignored, and multiple filings with the health department, including mold, mildew, dust mites, vermin...
And there are snakes in the apartment, Agent Booth.
Snakes.
Why couldn't you have just turned off the heat?
Yeah, because that would be illegal.
He could sue me.
All this stuff must have made you pretty desperate.
Yeah, I know you think I killed Murphy to get him out of the apartment.
Well, you know, the building is rent-controlled.
You know, you could have just kicked him out and charged your new tenant double.
More like quadruple, but I didn't kill him.
I went through the proper channels, which you can see-- look.
These are the court filings which Mr.
Murphy ignored, the last one filed three days ago.
You sure came prepared.
Yeah, well, I got to pay for the ceiling that collapsed.
I can't afford that and a lawyer.
♪ ♪ Hi.
Hey, Bones.
What are you doing here?
Well, you asked me here to compare notes on the murder.
Right.
Yeah.
Who was that soldier?
Oh, just, uh, just an old army buddy of mine.
You didn't look like buddies.
What, all of a sudden, you can tell stuff like that?
Well, you've taught me to be more observant of human interaction.
I can also tell that you're reluctant to be honest about your real relationship with him.
Secretary of Defense?!
They want you to go back into the Army?
As a Sergeant Major?
Wait.
I thought you were a Master Sergeant.
They're just trying to tempt me with a promotion, but, you know, I'm not going.
This lists your commendations.
You were really good at being a soldier.
Why do they want you back?
Yeah, you know, they just think that my experience as an FBI agent and a sniper in the first Gulf War...
You could train soldiers in techniques for tracking and apprehending insurgents.
Yeah, well, I'm real happy tracking and catching murderers right here.
They say you could save lives.
Course they gonna say that.
It's the Army.
They say that 'cause that's what they want.
You don't think you'd save lives?
Well, yeah, but I mean, anyone would in that position.
Not everybody is as good as you.
I served my country, and I have a kid here.
I got responsibilities, all right?
I'm not going to go to Afghanistan, and you're not going to the Makapoopoo Islands.
Maluku.
Right.
Exactly.
You know what?
We have our jobs here, right?
Yeah.
(Daisy) Excuse me, Dr.
Brennan.
If I could just have a moment.
And I'd like to preface my statement with a caveat.
Your unquestionable brilliance-- What is it, Ms.
Wick?
Okay, okay.
In your preliminary report, you said the injuries to the temporal and parietal bones and squamosal suture were inflicted at time of death.
That's correct. "
That"-- meaning what I said, or "that" meaning what you said?
I'll read what you wrote verbatim.
That's not necessary. "
There are apparent perimortem injuries to the temporal and parietal bones and the squamosal suture."
That sounds correct.
How angry would you be if it were not correct?
You mean if I were wrong?
I would never state it in those kind of bald terms.
Does inaccurate sound better?
No.
Um, erroneous?
What have you found, Miss Wick?
You'll know instantly when I point it out.
Here...
and here under 40 times magnification.
Remodeling.
The wounds started to heal before the victim died.
Which means we have no clear cause of death.
And even after your superlative recommendation, I am stumped.
Please conduct a histological study of the bones.
Yes, yes, of course.
May I ask why you want to do that?
There's something funny about the way these bones feel.
Bones have a feel?
Yes.
Touch them.
Compare them kinetically to the thousands of other bones you've examined.
Lighter.
My God, yes.
I wish you were coming to Maluku.
It seems odd that you'd be missing something so important.
The histological study, Ms.
Wick.
The victim's apartment is like an archaeological dig.
We should be able to put together a picture of his life from his effects.
Now, Hodgins is dating each pile of junk according to insect larvae, rat droppings and the yellowing of the paper.
Apparently, he's been hoarding stuff for about four years.
The oldest stuff is where he fell through the ceiling.
Hoarders often organize their holdings by category and value, much like one would find in a museum.
Oh, so he was curating garbage?
Well, the term garbage is relative.
The only intrinsic value things have is what we give them.
It seems odd now, but in Holland, tulip bulbs were once as valuable as houses.
Maybe we all overvalue things that are...
essentially worthless.
Well, that was more than a comment on this case.
What's going on, Brennan What separates what I do here from what this man did?
So, going to Malulu is worth more?
Maluku.
Yes.
The murders will never stop, but this find has real, finite value.
I'd be able to answer questions about our origin, evolutionary track.
It has implications for history, science.
Listen, you're allowed to make life changes without picking a fight with your old life.
But I need a break from that life.
I'm worried all the time.
Worried that Booth might get hurt on a case, and I couldn't prevent it, worried...
about what our partnership means.
So you want to get away from Booth?
No.
It's just...
I just need some perspective so that I can view my life with some objectivity.
Have you talked to him about it?
The Army wants Booth to go to Afghanistan.
To train soldiers in the apprehension of terrorists.
Is-is he going to go?
Even though he said he wasn't, it felt like he wanted to.
Perhaps it's all for the best.
You two at opposite ends of the world?
(laughs) I don't...
don't think so.
We have work to do, Angela.
Traditionally, hoarders have one section of possessions that has a greater value than the others.
We should be looking for that.
(Booth) Where did you learn how to throw a fast ball like that, huh?
You were amazing.
You taught me.
No!
No.
Hey, I'm not that good.
(laughing): Right?
Yeah.
Dad?
Yeah.
Are you going back to being a soldier?
Uh, why are you asking me that?
Mom said the Army called our house, looking for you.
I'm not in the Army anymore, bub.
I'm out, okay?
I made a decision to stay with the FBI to be with you all the time.
So...
it's my fault?
Is what your fault?
It's my fault people are going to die?
No.
That's-that's not what I meant.
I want you to save lives.
Yeah, well, I do that here.
No, here, you catch people that kill other people.
There, you would make it so people won't die.
Isn't that better?
It was just a phone call, buddy.
That's all.
It's over with, all right?
I got an even better idea.
What do you say we go get one of those huge, giant, root beer floats that you love so much, huh?
Sure.
Yeah.
All right.
My kid.
Where are the Maluku Islands?
Formerly known as the Spice Islands, indicating they smell very good.
There are earthquakes and volcanoes, and a number of venomous creatures.
What about our wedding?
We could elope in the Maluku Islands.
Oh.
Okay.
What then?
What would I do there?
I know this isn't easy for you, Lancelot.
But this is the biggest career opportunity I've ever had, and, like my mentor, Dr.
Temperance Brennan, my career means everything to me.
Everything.
For now.
And I know you're not exactly Mr.
Adventure, so this has to be difficult for you.
But this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
I have to go.
For a year.
What?!
If you do decide to follow me, here's some literature on the Maluku Islands.
You were a swimmer in college.
There seem to be some lucrative opportunities in the pearl-diving trade.
(sighs) Hello.
Yeah.
Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Hey, Booth, I found something.
What kind of something?
It's accounting records dated four years ago.
They seem to have been neatly put away.
Hey, what if the traumatic event that turned him into a hoarder was work-related?
I mean, remember Enron?
Madoff?
Those guys would've loved to have killed their accountant.
I'm just saying, you never know what secret lives people have in their past.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, I do.
All right, well, I'm going to crate these up and I'll go ahead and send 'em over to you and...
you hung up, didn't you?
Booth?
Yeah, okay.
(shrieks) That wasn't a scream.
That was a yelp.
It's perfectly understandable.
This is a...
crime scene, so, technically, no one should be here.
You're not afraid of me, are you?
You?
No.
Good.
So now that you're family, I'm gonna have to go ahead here and, uh, ask you for a favor.
Anything for family.
Dad.
I can't believe this.
Tim and I worked together eight years.
The exciting world of corporate accounting.
When was the last time you saw Mr.
Murphy?
He left the firm a year ago.
I haven't seen him since, but we've talked on the phone, though.
Do you know anything about these accounting records?
Well, there's nothing special about them.
It's simple receivables, cash receipts.
It's office supplies, mostly.
It's the kind of thing that we take to the recycling bin each quarter.
Which we found in Tim Murphy's apartment.
I'm sure.
See, this is where it started.
He'd take home stuff from the office.
It was garbage, really, but he acted like it was gold or something.
Hmm.
The, uh, signature on these documents...
It's mine, yes.
Oh, wait, you're wondering if there's some kind of crooked accounting here?
Like I might have a reason to hurt Tim?
(wry laugh) Kind of crossed my mind.
You can have any forensic accountant look at these.
They're worthless.
Tim had problems, Agent Booth.
Yeah, the hoarding.
We know.
Yes.
He was agoraphobic, too.
He wouldn't leave his apartment.
That's why he lost his job.
We tried an intervention, a year ago, a bunch of us from work, but he wouldn't even let us in the apartment.
I told him he was going to smother in all that junk.
But to him, it was treasure.
About a month ago, he said me a guy offered him $50,000 for something.
You know what it was for?
I didn't take him seriously, Agent Booth.
Tim was a very sick man.
(Saroyan) Starved to death?
Yes.
Notice the demineralization, particularly in the large bones.
But his place was full of food.
Not good food, but basic sustenance.
The histology report shows decreased bone mass, and a marked deficiency in calcium.
He starved to death.
After being hacked?
Yes.
That could take anywhere from several days to a month.
So, after he was attacked, he was somehow immobilized?
Based on insect activity, Hodgins says he was trapped under a collapsed pile of his hoardings.
Oh, that's horrible.
Oh, my God!
I'm so excited.
I just heard the news.
I could burst!
What news?
Dr.
Brennan has been asked to head up the Maluku Island project!
Isn't that so exciting?
I just knew they were going to ask her!
Someone offered him $50,000?
For what?
She didn't say.
Just said a guy offered him 50 grand for something.
A disposophobic has a delusional regard for the value of the things he hoards.
Yeah, that's what Dr.
Brennan said.
But she used anthropology speak so it sounded more science-y.
The marks on this door here.
You're saying it's from termites?
Yeah, there's termite damage all through this area.
(muttering) I don't think so.
See this wood there?
That is splintered.
You're right.
So, uh, door was probably pried open.
So, a robbery, motive for murder.
Hoarder has an actual treasure, somebody wants it, he won't sell, he's robbed, murdered.
Yeah, it fits.
I don't think it's possible to tell if anything got stolen from this place.
So, Daisy's going to, uh, Indonesia.
She doesn't really care if I go with her.
Ooh.
Ouch.
Sweets, no offense, but you might be better off without her.
Dr.
Brennan was asked to head up the expedition.
Will you be better off without her?
Excuse me?
Daisy told me.
No, Bones is not going anywhere.
(Hodgins) If it's any consolation, Angela's dad got cheated out of his car in a card game with some bikers and he wants me to steal it back.
How's that any consolation?
Travails d'amour, mes amis.
The things we do for love.
Great.
You guys stay here and see if this guy's got anything in here that's worth 50 grand.
You understand?
So, uh, I'll help you get that car back.
Really?
Yeah.
You know why?
'Cause I'm Mr.
Adventure.
I'd rather you were Mr.
Sneaky Killer Ninja Assassin, but, hey, a guy can't be picky in the sidekick market, huh?
Nope.
The Raman spectroscope uses lasers and light diffusion to measure minute changes in chemical composition.
This machine would be very useful on the Maluku Islands.
I've already suggested it to the organizers.
So you're coming?
Agent Booth and I are partners.
I have to discuss it with him first.
He's probably going to go be a big hero in Afghanistan.
He says he doesn't want to go.
Lance said that Booth has the psyche of a true warrior.
That it's a miracle he hasn't gone back long before this.
Maybe you're holding him back the same way he's holding you back.
I shouldn't have said that.
But sometimes my mouth just has a mouth of its own.
We have to determine the precise day the victim was struck.
The day of attack, not the day of death.
Yeah.
How?
I want you to measure the amount of remodeling that occurred since the attack.
Oh, my God, that's genius.
You have to come to Maluku.
You don't want me being honored by the National Society of Anthropologists without you, do you?
Remodeling, Ms.
Wick.
Okay, what I did was modify my mass-recognition program-- patent pending-- to scan the photographic reconstruction of the crime scene to find areas of comparatively less chaos.
Awesome.
You understand what she's saying?
Not in the least, but I'm so turned on by her brain.
I'd like to see her brain totally naked.
(Sweets) It's a terrible image.
It's just terrible.
(Montenegro) Okay, Sweets, you'll understand this.
We have a hoarder.
We also have a possible intruder.
The intruder comes in to look for something.
Okay.
Stacks of...
Crap.
...crap grow organically, in a way.
But if someone came in and disturbed the hoarder's system, then put everything back, it would look different.
It doesn't look different.
Well, it does to my program.
There.
Okay, now somebody, not the victim, rearranged that pile.
(Hodgins) Okay, wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where?
(Montenegro) So you're going to go towards the window.
Okay.
(Hodgins) Window.
Now turn right.
Right.
You're getting warmer.
Warmer.
To the left.
Okay, there.
There.
Does anything look strange?
Anything missing?
Yes.
There are silverfish eggs here.
So something was on top of these eggs that prevented them from hatching.
I'll take some samples and figure out exactly what it was.
(Booth) So, Bones, here we are.
What's all the mystery about?
I've been offered the chance to head up the Maluku Island project.
Yeah, I heard.
Daisy told Sweets and Sweets told me.
Oh.
I'd like to accept.
Hmm.
I thought you already had.
We've been partners for five years, Booth.
I wouldn't make a decision like this without talking to you.
Bones, look, you don't need my permission.
Okay, it's-it's cool.
You say that, but you won't look at me.
You're the one who taught me the value of making eye contact.
So, please...?
Sorry.
I just...
I don't do really good with change, I guess.
Well, you're better than I am.
The pyramids are better at change than you are.
It was a joke.
Hey, I was being affectionate.
Oh.
(chuckles) Will you go back to the Army?
It's what's best for me right now.
I'll only be gone for a year.
Me, too.
So, hey, what's a year?
It's the time it takes the Earth to make a full revolution around the sun.
In the scheme of things.
You know, the grand scheme.
Just saying, a year is just, you know...
it's not too bad.
Right.
Right?
We can come back, pick up where we left off.
Nothing really has to change.
No, things have to change.
You know what?
Hey, I taught you about eye contact, you taught me about evolution.
So...
here's to change.
To change.
So, here's what you got so far: A crazy hoarder got knocked down, buried alive under his own hoardings, by a robber who stole something that maybe killed bugs, then the hoarder died a little while later, then fell through the ceiling of the apartment downstairs.
It sounds better in my report.
Which raises the question: you usually add a little spice to your reports when you know your case is weak.
There was no question in there.
It was implied.
Connect the dots.
Aren't you a little old to go off fighting wars?
I'm not going to be fighting.
I'm just going to be training soldiers to investigate, pursue and detain.
I guess that answers my next question as to whether or not you intend to go.
What about your partner?
Oh, Bones-- She's going to Indonesia.
You know what?
Maybe it's time to find another, you know, FBI guy and a forensic anthropologist.
Yes, on account you're both so replaceable.
You gotta act like a big boy on this one.
You don't want me to go?
No, you go, you stay, that's up to you.
But before you go, you clear this case, not just dress up nothing in a nice report.
I took the unhatched silverfish eggs, made a milkshake, and ran it through the mass-spec.
(Saroyan) To find out what poisoned them?
Not poisoned, but rendered infertile.
Oh, suggesting chemical agents or radiation.
Radiation.
What I found were phyllosilicate minerals, along with some interesting metal oxides, very small traces of vitrified clay and Uranium 235.
So, an atomic bomb?
No, something much more interesting than that.
An atomic gnome?
Basically.
Yeah.
This is the Fiestaware Christmas Gnome, circa 1941.
Now, the uranium was a common ingredient in the glaze on these gnomes until the Second World War, when all production of the red Fiestaware gnome was halted.
The victim claimed he possessed something worth $50,000.
How much is the gnome worth?
$50,000.
We have our motive.
Now we just have to find the person who collects radioactive Hobbits.
Mr.
Adventure's here, ready to kick some biker ass.
Please don't explain.
You sure this is the address?
Yeah, absolutely sure.
This is pretty extreme, man.
Of course, because I've got a father-in-law that plays poker with bikers.
Is that his...
(dogs barking) You mind turning him around?
Why?
Why, because the gnome knows what you did?
And you don't like him staring at you with his soulful little eyes?
How do you even know that's my gnome?
We found it in your basement.
Someone planted it there.
Why?
Because I'm a well-known aficionado and purveyor of Fiestaware.
So, the phone records indicate that you called Mr.
Murphy several times during the days leading up to his death.
Someone on the Fiesta message board mentioned Murphy scored the mother lode at a flea market few years back He only bought it for twelve bucks.
I was trying to see if he'd sell.
Mm-hmm.
Last time you contacted him was on April 29-- the day he was assaulted-- so, you have an alibi for that?
I went to talk to him.
I was going to give him 50 grand.
I mean, he didn't even appreciate the gnome.
He was insane.
So what-- what, did you attack him with a kitchen knife or a machete?
No.
No, he saw.
I pushed the guy, and I took the gnome, that's all.
You expect him to answer, Rocky?
He already did.
He said, "Shut up and get a lawyer."
Smart.
Smart gnome.
I need more.
Come on, Caroline, we got this guy.
Cause of death, means, motive, opportunity.
What caused the hacks to the skull?
We don't know.
Well, he died of starvation, anyway.
The assault caused him to starve.
Still manslaughter.
Which will get tossed if all I have in court is this.
If it's gonna be your last case together, then do it properly.
It's not our last case.
We'll be back in a year.
Tight as a drum, that's what I want.
And trust me the way you two are running from each other, you'd better be damn sure of these little trips you're taking.
Oh!
(grunting) If Angela was going to the Maluku Islands, I'd go.
Even if it meant you becoming a pearl diver?
Hey, even if it meant my having to listen to Daisy.
So, what, I should just go?
I should just give up my career and my life and my friends and my practice, and go to Indonesia?
Hey, I'm about to risk dismemberment just to impress my scary father-in-law.
How are you going to get past the dogs?
I don't know.
How are you going to start the car?
I don't know.
How are you going to get the car through the gate?
I don't know.
How are you going to evade the angry bikers?
Oh, I haven't got a clue.
Okay, good plan.
What do I do?
Survive and tell the story of my love.
This wall is high.
Nah.
No problemo.
Oh!
(groans) (whispering): Are you okay?
What happened?
Just gravity.
(dogs barking) Dogs at 3:00.
(barking) (dog growling) (electricity buzzing, gate opening) (Sweets imitates cat meowing) (Sweets continues imitating meowing) (imitates cat screeching, yowling) (startled gasp) A test?
Really?
You could have done this by yourself.
Oh, sure I could, but family's about doing things together.
So, you sicced dogs on me for nothing?
Well, not exactly, but we should really get going.
Wow.
For real?
Okay, yeah.
Aah!
(Hodgins) Uh...
what do I do?
It's been my experience, if you drive at 'em, people clear out the way.
(engine revving, tires squealing) (startled shouts) The gate!
What about the gate?
It was built to keep people out.
They are so gonna chase us.
MAN: Lock the gate!
(tires squealing, engine revving) (Sweets yowls) (thudding) (sighs quietly) You been here all night?
Wha-- is it morning?
Yes.
I've been here all night.
You find anything new?
Yes.
These marks weren't caused by a hatchet or a knife.
The direction of force is opposite to the direction of impact.
What would do that?
A propeller.
So, he walked into a plane?
(Mom) Are you jumping on your bed again, Dylan?
Yeah, 'cause it's snowing!
Come make a snowman with me!
Oh, what have you done in here?
Sweetie, come here.
Oh, my God!
What's wrong?
It's not the good kind of snow, honey.
(creaking, crackling) Cool!
Dibs on the skull.
Who keeps this much junk?
Oh, whoa.
Wow!
Washington Capitals puck from the '80s.
That's classic.
Victim is male...
in his 40s.
That's it?
That's all you got?
I mean, usually you have just a list of specifics I don't even understand.
I'm very distracted.
Yeah.
I bet you are with all the junk here.
No, not that.
You probably heard about the full set of interspecies hominid remains that were found in the Maluku Islands.
No, I missed that one.
Where's Mypoopoo?
Maluku.
Indonesia.
Anyway, this could be a crucial link in the evolutionary chain.
Could be huge, I bet.
But what about the 40-year-old dead guy here?
There are apparent perimortem injuries to the temporal and parietal bones, and the squamosal suture.
(Booth) So, he got hit in the head, huh?
Let's go see if what hit him is upstairs.
And I'm keepin' the puck-- that's vintage.
I tried to get him to clean up his place.
He wouldn't answer the door, he wouldn't pick up his phone.
Well, it's probably clean by now.
Most of his stuff came crashing through the ceiling of the downstairs apartment.
Yeah.
You know what'd be great?
If it didn't get out that Murphy died in the apartment.
Makes it tougher to rent.
A big hole in the floor probably makes it less desirable, too.
(sighs) Oh, not one of those guys.
What guys?
A hoarder.
(Brennan) This is an anthropological microcosm of this man's life.
How are we gonna find any pertinent evidence in all this crap?
All this "crap" is evidence, Booth.
Oh, this is a little slice of heaven.
Cockroaches, fleas, rat droppings, bat guano.
One of those guys.
Oh, yeah.
(rats squeaking) Whoa.
Ooh.
I think I'll be happier downstairs with the dead stuff.
Oh, who could live in this stench?
Put on the fan there, will ya?
Sense of smell-- it's destroyed after awhile.
Must be a survival mechanism.
(Brennan) In the Maluku Islands.
It's a remarkable find.
Better than upstairs?
Well, upstairs can't really shed light on the interspecies similarities of human evolution.
Now this guy must've been dead for a long time.
Maybe not.
Hodgins found so many insects and rodents, they could've cleaned the flesh quite rapidly.
Anyway, remains were found on the islands which suggest Homo floresienses may have mated with early Homo sapiens.
I've been in touch with the organizing committee.
Really?
That shouldn't cause surprise.
I'm an anthropologist.
Who's been focusing on murder lately.
Lately.
(Booth) Hey, down below.
You might want to check this out.
Did you find more remains?
Not exactly.
I did, however, find 36 waffle irons.
No syrup though, so what's the point?
Hodgins.
Right.
(clears throat) Behold.
I'm thinking cause of death might have something to do with blood loss.
There.
A place for everything, and everything in its place.
The place for this guy's flesh is on his bones, not in the buggy bellies of thousands of maggots.
Dental records confirm that these are the remains of Timothy Daniel Murphy, age 48.
You'll excuse me if I'm a little bit excited.
Oh, you have a thing for hoarders, do you?
Oh, Lord, no.
They make a little nauseous, actually, but I have excellent control of my gag reflex.
There are two sets of parallel cleft wounds to the parietal and temporal bones, consistent with an attack with some kind of blade.
Hacked to death-- that would explain all the blood.
Weren't we talking about me?
It always seems that way.
It's just...
I've been accepted to go to the Maluku Islands!
(shrieks) (Saroyan) Whoa!
Hearing loss, Ms.
Wick.
That is excellent news.
Wow, that did not sound sincere.
If it weren't for that letter of recommendation you wrote, I would not have made the cut.
Well, I had no idea that recommendation was for the Maluku project.
But it was.
This is amazing.
I could be referenced in research materials.
(shrieks) (Saroyan) Whoa!
Daisy, you have to stop making that noise.
Hacking suggests a crime of passion.
Any blade marks on the other bones?
Dr.
Brennan.
Yes, Ms.
Wick is indeed very fortunate.
The Maluku anthropological team could influence scientific thought for many years.
Perhaps we could return from the Maluku Islands and focus on the murder?
Disposophobics.
What's that?
It's the psychiatric term for those who hoard.
These photos indicate that the victim was a level five hoarder.
Five out of ten?
No, out of five.
Well, things are usually out of ten.
Well, they should be out of ten.
But level five is extremely severe.
You'd be classified as a level one.
Me?
Yeah.
I've seen your office, your apartment.
You cling.
I don't cling, okay?
I collect things.
It's a big difference.
Okay.
Level five disposophobic might also be an agoraphobic, which would limit his relationships in the outside world.
You'd be dealing with a very small pool of suspects.
Why are you staring at that soldier?
That's not a soldier.
That's a full bird colonel in the U.S.
Rangers.
And you know what?
He's staring at me.
I hope this is coincidental.
Most definitely not, Master Sergeant.
No, I'm not a master sergeant.
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Why'd they send you?
I told them you'd talk to me.
So far, so good.
I'm not talking to you.
This is me not talking to you.
We're losing men every day, men who don't have to die and wouldn't if you trained them.
Your country needs you.
Oh, no.
Don't say that word.
I served my country, Colonel.
Who's that guy?
Do me a favor, huh?
Just head back to the murder victim's apartment, see if you can pick out any psychological clues from the garbage, okay?
(sighs) (Sweets) Hello?
Hey.
(laughs) Look at you, all squinted up.
Yeah, they didn't really get me a pair that fits.
To be honest, I'm feeling kind of pinched in my...
Wow.
Those photographs did not lie.
Nope.
So have you found anything that points to the killer?
No, not unless he was trying to hoard the hoarder's hoard.
Well, there might have been something of value in all this, right?
What, you think someone actually tried to take something from here?
How would he even know where to look?
Oh, oh!
Did I just see a snake?
Thamnophis sirtalis.
It's a common garter snake.
We're on the third floor.
How does a snake get in here?
Probably followed the bats, rats, mice, squirrels, and fleas.
There's also extensive termite damage, which explains why the entire floor fell into the apartment below.
Four, five, six fans, and there are air fresheners hanging all over the place, so obviously there were complaints by the neighbors.
Yep, suspects.
I mean, heck, wouldn't you kill him if you lived next door to this?
Whoa!
Daisy said that the victim was killed by a blade.
Hacked to death maybe.
This could be the murder weapon.
Yeah, well, you can put it over there with all the others.
(Sweets) Oh.
Well, maybe all of these fell on him and it was just an accident.
Uh, no, no, that wouldn't explain the blood spatter.
(sighs) This is going to be very difficult because everywhere you look, there's a weapon.
What's wrong?
He's back.
Who's back?
Angela's father.
Okay, I saw him down there.
I know you do not believe me, but I saw him.
No, I totally believe you.
The man carries a black cat bone in his back pocket.
(Hodgins) Oh, God help me.
Yeah, of course I got complaints-- and not just from his floor-- from the whole building, from people passing by on the street.
Why didn't you just evict him?
Oh, I tried and tried and tried.
Look, "eviction notice for cause, to wit: health, hygiene, damage to the building."
Here's a summons and a complaint, both of which Mr.
Murphy ignored, and multiple filings with the health department, including mold, mildew, dust mites, vermin...
And there are snakes in the apartment, Agent Booth.
Snakes.
Why couldn't you have just turned off the heat?
Yeah, because that would be illegal.
He could sue me.
All this stuff must have made you pretty desperate.
Yeah, I know you think I killed Murphy to get him out of the apartment.
Well, you know, the building is rent-controlled.
You know, you could have just kicked him out and charged your new tenant double.
More like quadruple, but I didn't kill him.
I went through the proper channels, which you can see-- look.
These are the court filings which Mr.
Murphy ignored, the last one filed three days ago.
You sure came prepared.
Yeah, well, I got to pay for the ceiling that collapsed.
I can't afford that and a lawyer.
♪ ♪ Hi.
Hey, Bones.
What are you doing here?
Well, you asked me here to compare notes on the murder.
Right.
Yeah.
Who was that soldier?
Oh, just, uh, just an old army buddy of mine.
You didn't look like buddies.
What, all of a sudden, you can tell stuff like that?
Well, you've taught me to be more observant of human interaction.
I can also tell that you're reluctant to be honest about your real relationship with him.
Secretary of Defense?!
They want you to go back into the Army?
As a Sergeant Major?
Wait.
I thought you were a Master Sergeant.
They're just trying to tempt me with a promotion, but, you know, I'm not going.
This lists your commendations.
You were really good at being a soldier.
Why do they want you back?
Yeah, you know, they just think that my experience as an FBI agent and a sniper in the first Gulf War...
You could train soldiers in techniques for tracking and apprehending insurgents.
Yeah, well, I'm real happy tracking and catching murderers right here.
They say you could save lives.
Course they gonna say that.
It's the Army.
They say that 'cause that's what they want.
You don't think you'd save lives?
Well, yeah, but I mean, anyone would in that position.
Not everybody is as good as you.
I served my country, and I have a kid here.
I got responsibilities, all right?
I'm not going to go to Afghanistan, and you're not going to the Makapoopoo Islands.
Maluku.
Right.
Exactly.
You know what?
We have our jobs here, right?
Yeah.
(Daisy) Excuse me, Dr.
Brennan.
If I could just have a moment.
And I'd like to preface my statement with a caveat.
Your unquestionable brilliance-- What is it, Ms.
Wick?
Okay, okay.
In your preliminary report, you said the injuries to the temporal and parietal bones and squamosal suture were inflicted at time of death.
That's correct. "
That"-- meaning what I said, or "that" meaning what you said?
I'll read what you wrote verbatim.
That's not necessary. "
There are apparent perimortem injuries to the temporal and parietal bones and the squamosal suture."
That sounds correct.
How angry would you be if it were not correct?
You mean if I were wrong?
I would never state it in those kind of bald terms.
Does inaccurate sound better?
No.
Um, erroneous?
What have you found, Miss Wick?
You'll know instantly when I point it out.
Here...
and here under 40 times magnification.
Remodeling.
The wounds started to heal before the victim died.
Which means we have no clear cause of death.
And even after your superlative recommendation, I am stumped.
Please conduct a histological study of the bones.
Yes, yes, of course.
May I ask why you want to do that?
There's something funny about the way these bones feel.
Bones have a feel?
Yes.
Touch them.
Compare them kinetically to the thousands of other bones you've examined.
Lighter.
My God, yes.
I wish you were coming to Maluku.
It seems odd that you'd be missing something so important.
The histological study, Ms.
Wick.
The victim's apartment is like an archaeological dig.
We should be able to put together a picture of his life from his effects.
Now, Hodgins is dating each pile of junk according to insect larvae, rat droppings and the yellowing of the paper.
Apparently, he's been hoarding stuff for about four years.
The oldest stuff is where he fell through the ceiling.
Hoarders often organize their holdings by category and value, much like one would find in a museum.
Oh, so he was curating garbage?
Well, the term garbage is relative.
The only intrinsic value things have is what we give them.
It seems odd now, but in Holland, tulip bulbs were once as valuable as houses.
Maybe we all overvalue things that are...
essentially worthless.
Well, that was more than a comment on this case.
What's going on, Brennan What separates what I do here from what this man did?
So, going to Malulu is worth more?
Maluku.
Yes.
The murders will never stop, but this find has real, finite value.
I'd be able to answer questions about our origin, evolutionary track.
It has implications for history, science.
Listen, you're allowed to make life changes without picking a fight with your old life.
But I need a break from that life.
I'm worried all the time.
Worried that Booth might get hurt on a case, and I couldn't prevent it, worried...
about what our partnership means.
So you want to get away from Booth?
No.
It's just...
I just need some perspective so that I can view my life with some objectivity.
Have you talked to him about it?
The Army wants Booth to go to Afghanistan.
To train soldiers in the apprehension of terrorists.
Is-is he going to go?
Even though he said he wasn't, it felt like he wanted to.
Perhaps it's all for the best.
You two at opposite ends of the world?
(laughs) I don't...
don't think so.
We have work to do, Angela.
Traditionally, hoarders have one section of possessions that has a greater value than the others.
We should be looking for that.
(Booth) Where did you learn how to throw a fast ball like that, huh?
You were amazing.
You taught me.
No!
No.
Hey, I'm not that good.
(laughing): Right?
Yeah.
Dad?
Yeah.
Are you going back to being a soldier?
Uh, why are you asking me that?
Mom said the Army called our house, looking for you.
I'm not in the Army anymore, bub.
I'm out, okay?
I made a decision to stay with the FBI to be with you all the time.
So...
it's my fault?
Is what your fault?
It's my fault people are going to die?
No.
That's-that's not what I meant.
I want you to save lives.
Yeah, well, I do that here.
No, here, you catch people that kill other people.
There, you would make it so people won't die.
Isn't that better?
It was just a phone call, buddy.
That's all.
It's over with, all right?
I got an even better idea.
What do you say we go get one of those huge, giant, root beer floats that you love so much, huh?
Sure.
Yeah.
All right.
My kid.
Where are the Maluku Islands?
Formerly known as the Spice Islands, indicating they smell very good.
There are earthquakes and volcanoes, and a number of venomous creatures.
What about our wedding?
We could elope in the Maluku Islands.
Oh.
Okay.
What then?
What would I do there?
I know this isn't easy for you, Lancelot.
But this is the biggest career opportunity I've ever had, and, like my mentor, Dr.
Temperance Brennan, my career means everything to me.
Everything.
For now.
And I know you're not exactly Mr.
Adventure, so this has to be difficult for you.
But this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
I have to go.
For a year.
What?!
If you do decide to follow me, here's some literature on the Maluku Islands.
You were a swimmer in college.
There seem to be some lucrative opportunities in the pearl-diving trade.
(sighs) Hello.
Yeah.
Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Hey, Booth, I found something.
What kind of something?
It's accounting records dated four years ago.
They seem to have been neatly put away.
Hey, what if the traumatic event that turned him into a hoarder was work-related?
I mean, remember Enron?
Madoff?
Those guys would've loved to have killed their accountant.
I'm just saying, you never know what secret lives people have in their past.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, I do.
All right, well, I'm going to crate these up and I'll go ahead and send 'em over to you and...
you hung up, didn't you?
Booth?
Yeah, okay.
(shrieks) That wasn't a scream.
That was a yelp.
It's perfectly understandable.
This is a...
crime scene, so, technically, no one should be here.
You're not afraid of me, are you?
You?
No.
Good.
So now that you're family, I'm gonna have to go ahead here and, uh, ask you for a favor.
Anything for family.
Dad.
I can't believe this.
Tim and I worked together eight years.
The exciting world of corporate accounting.
When was the last time you saw Mr.
Murphy?
He left the firm a year ago.
I haven't seen him since, but we've talked on the phone, though.
Do you know anything about these accounting records?
Well, there's nothing special about them.
It's simple receivables, cash receipts.
It's office supplies, mostly.
It's the kind of thing that we take to the recycling bin each quarter.
Which we found in Tim Murphy's apartment.
I'm sure.
See, this is where it started.
He'd take home stuff from the office.
It was garbage, really, but he acted like it was gold or something.
Hmm.
The, uh, signature on these documents...
It's mine, yes.
Oh, wait, you're wondering if there's some kind of crooked accounting here?
Like I might have a reason to hurt Tim?
(wry laugh) Kind of crossed my mind.
You can have any forensic accountant look at these.
They're worthless.
Tim had problems, Agent Booth.
Yeah, the hoarding.
We know.
Yes.
He was agoraphobic, too.
He wouldn't leave his apartment.
That's why he lost his job.
We tried an intervention, a year ago, a bunch of us from work, but he wouldn't even let us in the apartment.
I told him he was going to smother in all that junk.
But to him, it was treasure.
About a month ago, he said me a guy offered him $50,000 for something.
You know what it was for?
I didn't take him seriously, Agent Booth.
Tim was a very sick man.
(Saroyan) Starved to death?
Yes.
Notice the demineralization, particularly in the large bones.
But his place was full of food.
Not good food, but basic sustenance.
The histology report shows decreased bone mass, and a marked deficiency in calcium.
He starved to death.
After being hacked?
Yes.
That could take anywhere from several days to a month.
So, after he was attacked, he was somehow immobilized?
Based on insect activity, Hodgins says he was trapped under a collapsed pile of his hoardings.
Oh, that's horrible.
Oh, my God!
I'm so excited.
I just heard the news.
I could burst!
What news?
Dr.
Brennan has been asked to head up the Maluku Island project!
Isn't that so exciting?
I just knew they were going to ask her!
Someone offered him $50,000?
For what?
She didn't say.
Just said a guy offered him 50 grand for something.
A disposophobic has a delusional regard for the value of the things he hoards.
Yeah, that's what Dr.
Brennan said.
But she used anthropology speak so it sounded more science-y.
The marks on this door here.
You're saying it's from termites?
Yeah, there's termite damage all through this area.
(muttering) I don't think so.
See this wood there?
That is splintered.
You're right.
So, uh, door was probably pried open.
So, a robbery, motive for murder.
Hoarder has an actual treasure, somebody wants it, he won't sell, he's robbed, murdered.
Yeah, it fits.
I don't think it's possible to tell if anything got stolen from this place.
So, Daisy's going to, uh, Indonesia.
She doesn't really care if I go with her.
Ooh.
Ouch.
Sweets, no offense, but you might be better off without her.
Dr.
Brennan was asked to head up the expedition.
Will you be better off without her?
Excuse me?
Daisy told me.
No, Bones is not going anywhere.
(Hodgins) If it's any consolation, Angela's dad got cheated out of his car in a card game with some bikers and he wants me to steal it back.
How's that any consolation?
Travails d'amour, mes amis.
The things we do for love.
Great.
You guys stay here and see if this guy's got anything in here that's worth 50 grand.
You understand?
So, uh, I'll help you get that car back.
Really?
Yeah.
You know why?
'Cause I'm Mr.
Adventure.
I'd rather you were Mr.
Sneaky Killer Ninja Assassin, but, hey, a guy can't be picky in the sidekick market, huh?
Nope.
The Raman spectroscope uses lasers and light diffusion to measure minute changes in chemical composition.
This machine would be very useful on the Maluku Islands.
I've already suggested it to the organizers.
So you're coming?
Agent Booth and I are partners.
I have to discuss it with him first.
He's probably going to go be a big hero in Afghanistan.
He says he doesn't want to go.
Lance said that Booth has the psyche of a true warrior.
That it's a miracle he hasn't gone back long before this.
Maybe you're holding him back the same way he's holding you back.
I shouldn't have said that.
But sometimes my mouth just has a mouth of its own.
We have to determine the precise day the victim was struck.
The day of attack, not the day of death.
Yeah.
How?
I want you to measure the amount of remodeling that occurred since the attack.
Oh, my God, that's genius.
You have to come to Maluku.
You don't want me being honored by the National Society of Anthropologists without you, do you?
Remodeling, Ms.
Wick.
Okay, what I did was modify my mass-recognition program-- patent pending-- to scan the photographic reconstruction of the crime scene to find areas of comparatively less chaos.
Awesome.
You understand what she's saying?
Not in the least, but I'm so turned on by her brain.
I'd like to see her brain totally naked.
(Sweets) It's a terrible image.
It's just terrible.
(Montenegro) Okay, Sweets, you'll understand this.
We have a hoarder.
We also have a possible intruder.
The intruder comes in to look for something.
Okay.
Stacks of...
Crap.
...crap grow organically, in a way.
But if someone came in and disturbed the hoarder's system, then put everything back, it would look different.
It doesn't look different.
Well, it does to my program.
There.
Okay, now somebody, not the victim, rearranged that pile.
(Hodgins) Okay, wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where?
(Montenegro) So you're going to go towards the window.
Okay.
(Hodgins) Window.
Now turn right.
Right.
You're getting warmer.
Warmer.
To the left.
Okay, there.
There.
Does anything look strange?
Anything missing?
Yes.
There are silverfish eggs here.
So something was on top of these eggs that prevented them from hatching.
I'll take some samples and figure out exactly what it was.
(Booth) So, Bones, here we are.
What's all the mystery about?
I've been offered the chance to head up the Maluku Island project.
Yeah, I heard.
Daisy told Sweets and Sweets told me.
Oh.
I'd like to accept.
Hmm.
I thought you already had.
We've been partners for five years, Booth.
I wouldn't make a decision like this without talking to you.
Bones, look, you don't need my permission.
Okay, it's-it's cool.
You say that, but you won't look at me.
You're the one who taught me the value of making eye contact.
So, please...?
Sorry.
I just...
I don't do really good with change, I guess.
Well, you're better than I am.
The pyramids are better at change than you are.
It was a joke.
Hey, I was being affectionate.
Oh.
(chuckles) Will you go back to the Army?
It's what's best for me right now.
I'll only be gone for a year.
Me, too.
So, hey, what's a year?
It's the time it takes the Earth to make a full revolution around the sun.
In the scheme of things.
You know, the grand scheme.
Just saying, a year is just, you know...
it's not too bad.
Right.
Right?
We can come back, pick up where we left off.
Nothing really has to change.
No, things have to change.
You know what?
Hey, I taught you about eye contact, you taught me about evolution.
So...
here's to change.
To change.
So, here's what you got so far: A crazy hoarder got knocked down, buried alive under his own hoardings, by a robber who stole something that maybe killed bugs, then the hoarder died a little while later, then fell through the ceiling of the apartment downstairs.
It sounds better in my report.
Which raises the question: you usually add a little spice to your reports when you know your case is weak.
There was no question in there.
It was implied.
Connect the dots.
Aren't you a little old to go off fighting wars?
I'm not going to be fighting.
I'm just going to be training soldiers to investigate, pursue and detain.
I guess that answers my next question as to whether or not you intend to go.
What about your partner?
Oh, Bones-- She's going to Indonesia.
You know what?
Maybe it's time to find another, you know, FBI guy and a forensic anthropologist.
Yes, on account you're both so replaceable.
You gotta act like a big boy on this one.
You don't want me to go?
No, you go, you stay, that's up to you.
But before you go, you clear this case, not just dress up nothing in a nice report.
I took the unhatched silverfish eggs, made a milkshake, and ran it through the mass-spec.
(Saroyan) To find out what poisoned them?
Not poisoned, but rendered infertile.
Oh, suggesting chemical agents or radiation.
Radiation.
What I found were phyllosilicate minerals, along with some interesting metal oxides, very small traces of vitrified clay and Uranium 235.
So, an atomic bomb?
No, something much more interesting than that.
An atomic gnome?
Basically.
Yeah.
This is the Fiestaware Christmas Gnome, circa 1941.
Now, the uranium was a common ingredient in the glaze on these gnomes until the Second World War, when all production of the red Fiestaware gnome was halted.
The victim claimed he possessed something worth $50,000.
How much is the gnome worth?
$50,000.
We have our motive.
Now we just have to find the person who collects radioactive Hobbits.
Mr.
Adventure's here, ready to kick some biker ass.
Please don't explain.
You sure this is the address?
Yeah, absolutely sure.
This is pretty extreme, man.
Of course, because I've got a father-in-law that plays poker with bikers.
Is that his...
(dogs barking) You mind turning him around?
Why?
Why, because the gnome knows what you did?
And you don't like him staring at you with his soulful little eyes?
How do you even know that's my gnome?
We found it in your basement.
Someone planted it there.
Why?
Because I'm a well-known aficionado and purveyor of Fiestaware.
So, the phone records indicate that you called Mr.
Murphy several times during the days leading up to his death.
Someone on the Fiesta message board mentioned Murphy scored the mother lode at a flea market few years back He only bought it for twelve bucks.
I was trying to see if he'd sell.
Mm-hmm.
Last time you contacted him was on April 29-- the day he was assaulted-- so, you have an alibi for that?
I went to talk to him.
I was going to give him 50 grand.
I mean, he didn't even appreciate the gnome.
He was insane.
So what-- what, did you attack him with a kitchen knife or a machete?
No.
No, he saw.
I pushed the guy, and I took the gnome, that's all.
You expect him to answer, Rocky?
He already did.
He said, "Shut up and get a lawyer."
Smart.
Smart gnome.
I need more.
Come on, Caroline, we got this guy.
Cause of death, means, motive, opportunity.
What caused the hacks to the skull?
We don't know.
Well, he died of starvation, anyway.
The assault caused him to starve.
Still manslaughter.
Which will get tossed if all I have in court is this.
If it's gonna be your last case together, then do it properly.
It's not our last case.
We'll be back in a year.
Tight as a drum, that's what I want.
And trust me the way you two are running from each other, you'd better be damn sure of these little trips you're taking.
Oh!
(grunting) If Angela was going to the Maluku Islands, I'd go.
Even if it meant you becoming a pearl diver?
Hey, even if it meant my having to listen to Daisy.
So, what, I should just go?
I should just give up my career and my life and my friends and my practice, and go to Indonesia?
Hey, I'm about to risk dismemberment just to impress my scary father-in-law.
How are you going to get past the dogs?
I don't know.
How are you going to start the car?
I don't know.
How are you going to get the car through the gate?
I don't know.
How are you going to evade the angry bikers?
Oh, I haven't got a clue.
Okay, good plan.
What do I do?
Survive and tell the story of my love.
This wall is high.
Nah.
No problemo.
Oh!
(groans) (whispering): Are you okay?
What happened?
Just gravity.
(dogs barking) Dogs at 3:00.
(barking) (dog growling) (electricity buzzing, gate opening) (Sweets imitates cat meowing) (Sweets continues imitating meowing) (imitates cat screeching, yowling) (startled gasp) A test?
Really?
You could have done this by yourself.
Oh, sure I could, but family's about doing things together.
So, you sicced dogs on me for nothing?
Well, not exactly, but we should really get going.
Wow.
For real?
Okay, yeah.
Aah!
(Hodgins) Uh...
what do I do?
It's been my experience, if you drive at 'em, people clear out the way.
(engine revving, tires squealing) (startled shouts) The gate!
What about the gate?
It was built to keep people out.
They are so gonna chase us.
MAN: Lock the gate!
(tires squealing, engine revving) (Sweets yowls) (thudding) (sighs quietly) You been here all night?
Wha-- is it morning?
Yes.
I've been here all night.
You find anything new?
Yes.
These marks weren't caused by a hatchet or a knife.
The direction of force is opposite to the direction of impact.
What would do that?
A propeller.
So, he walked into a plane?