# Gotta find my corner
# Of the sky
All right! All right!
Thanks. Another great performance. But open mic night is just beginning.
So let's hear it for the beautiful and persistent Emma von Helberg.
All right, Emma!
# Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh, whoa
# I'm a slave for you
# I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
# I'm a slave for you
# But I'll return, so don't you worry
# Working nine to five
# What a way to make a living
# Barely getting by
# It's all taking and no giving
# If we could talk to the animals, cookie Learn their languages
# Maybe take an animal degree
# This time, this place
# Misused, mistakes
# Too long, too late
# Who was I to make you wait?
# Just one chance, just one breath
# Just in case there's just one left
# Cos you know, you know
# You know
# That I love you
# I loved you all along
# And I miss you
# Been far away for far too long
# I keep dreaming you'll be with me
# And never go
# Stop breathing
# If I don't see you any more
All right. Up next, another Checkerbox regular -
the smooth and smoky voice of Chris Calabasa.
- You should've left that song in the shower. - I couldn't listen to you butcher it again.
- All right, Chris! - Bastard took my tune. Play "Piano Man".
That's original.
# It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
# The regular crowd shuffles in
# There's an old man sitting next to me
# Making love to his tonic and gin
# Sing us a song, you're the piano man
# Sing us a song tonight
# Well, we're all in the mood for a melody...
Every bone appears to be broken.
- Bless you. - Thank you.
Pelvic fragments suggest it's a male.
- Are you OK? - Thank you, fine. Just...
Particles from the cut grass are causing his mast cells to release inflammatory mediators.
- It's allergies. - That's what I said.
Given the decomp, he's been dead a couple of weeks.
- Body dump? - Lividity's indeterminate.
Oh.
How does a sniper have a grass allergy? A sneeze would give away your position.
Bones, OK, I worked in the desert. It was sand, no grass.
The crunching got my attention.
- Did you see the body before it crunched? - It's not my fault.
Johnson grass is 8ft high and dense. It's like driving in the dark.
- Wow. You must've been driving fast. - I had a date.
I wanted to get home to shower. She's probably still waiting at the falafel place.
Johnson grass lets off a ton of pollen. Your eyes could swell up.
- If your throat closes... - Allergies. I'm fine.
You didn't by any chance see a head, did you?
- The head's missing? - I don't see it or any skull fragments.
- Sorry. - Well, I've got some brain matter here.
So he had to have a head at some point.
- Found it. - My date's not gonna believe this.
The blade must've severed just below the C5 vertebra
and the force of the impact propelled the head into the grill.
So presumably he was killed, decapitated, and mulched.
Wow. Could it get any worse for this guy?
The bones are dense with a high degree of robusticity.
That's consistent with his musculature.
He was probably an athlete. I bet he was hot.
Yeah. Well, now he's really not.
- I think he had a cold. - Looks like it was a pretty bad one.
I found traces of tea and honey in his stomach and the remains of a throat lozenge.
Oh, wow. The victim's watch. It's totally cool.
- Measures heart rate, calories burned, speed. - Jock. I rest my case.
The gym is bad enough without getting yelled at by a watch.
My regimen is completed in my apartment.
Treadmill for 30 minutes, 100 sit-ups, push-ups and leg lifts,
and 20 minutes of free weights. I'm deceptively strong.
- I'm deceived. - Odontology got a match.
Tommy Sour.
He was reported missing two weeks ago.
- I hear someone in there. - Hey, break down the door.
It hurts my shoulder when I break down the door.
What is that annoying noise?
You don’t just walk in...
I'm sorry. I had my earplugs in. Can I help you?
FBI Special Agent Booth. This is Dr Brennan. You reported Tommy Sour missing?
- A couple of weeks ago. He lives next door. - Can we come in?
- Excuse the mess. I've got a show in a month. - You're influenced by the neo-expressionists.
Don't even look at that. That is crap. There it goes again! I can't focus.
That alarm has been beeping every two minutes since Tommy went missing.
- That is annoying. - That's why I've got the earplugs.
I asked the cops to unplug it. Maybe you guys could.
- Mr Matthews, Tommy Sour is dead. - Oh, God.
Was there anything unusual about his behaviour?
- I didn't know him well. - You reported him missing.
His mail started piling up on his front door. And then that damn alarm clock.
- It's driving me crazy. - This sculpture is very impressive.
It's from my pre-alarm-clock period.
What about strangers? Any new faces around here?
- Oh, wait, yeah. Fat Pam. - Excuse me?
- Fat Pam. She was one of Tommy's clients. - I thought you didn't know him that well.
He was my neighbour.
If we took the garbage out, we saw each other, we'd talk a bit. You know what it's like.
Anyway, Tommy was Fat Pam's trainer at, um, Valera Wellness.
- Must you call her Fat Pam? - That's what he called her.
It's not like Tommy was the nicest guy who ever lived.
- She wasn't all that fat, even. - You mean overweight.
Fat is a deposit beneath the skin. It consists of lipids.
Pam just wasn't one of those fitness robots that Tommy would spend his time with.
She started following Tommy home. She'd sit out on the kerb and watch his place.
About a month ago she showed up, middle of the night, started banging on his door.
Oh, was she angry?
She was wearing a teddy and heels, so I'm thinking angry wasn't her prime emotion.
You're implying that she was sexually stimulated.
- So, were they, um... You know, did they? - Did they have sexual intercourse?
- If they did, it was through a locked door. - So... no?
- Very good. Let's go. - Why are you clapping?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Maybe you could go turn the alarm off? Or just shoot it?
C5, just under the hyoid, seems to be shaved on its front.
- Shaved? - Yes, like with a cheese slicer.
- Must mean someone slit his throat. - This wasn't caused by a knife.
There are no serrations, even microscopic.
What, then?
A cheese slicer seems illogical under the circumstances. I'll look for alternatives.
They're just trying to get healthy.
There is a fine line between health and vanity.
Huh?
Well, this obsession with physical perfection clouds a society's moral vision.
- You are ogling that woman. - No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are. - l-I'm just admiring her routine.
Hi. I'm the wellness centre's manager, Dr Jason. I understand you're with the FBI.
Special Agent Booth. This is Dr Brennan. We're here about Tommy Sour.
- He in trouble? - He's dead.
That explains why he's not returning my calls.
- You don't seem too upset. - Tommy was my most popular trainer.
Since he disappeared, I've had to deal with a lot of angry clients.
You're FBI. Tommy was murdered?
Look, you wouldn't happen to know a woman, a client of his? Pam?
Some people referred to her as Fat Pam.
I know who you mean. Pam Nunan.
She booked two-hour sessions. Paid cash. Perfect client until...
Until?
She fell in love with Tommy. She started to freak him out.
- How so? - He said she was too handsy.
She'd rub up against him. Even invited him on a Caribbean cruise.
- Would you have Miss Nunan's address? - Sure.
Booth! That does not help the investigation.
He's such a cutie, isn't he? Tommy is such a wonderful person.
Big heart and so devoted.
You brought a photo album?
You wanted to talk about Tommy. I figured you'd like to see pictures.
Those pictures are...
They, uh... They are taken from quite a distance, Pam.
He's so shy. It's one of the things I love about him.
We understand Tommy was your personal trainer?
He was so much more than that. Before I met Tommy, I was so down on myself.
But Tommy, he's such a sweetheart.
Does Tommy share your affection?
Why do you ask it like that? Because I don't look like a scarecrow like her?
Hey! Wha? What are you coming after me for? Do I look like a scarecrow?
Well... you... I think you look good.
Thank you. Like Tommy, you see me for who I really am. Not scrawny.
What? I am not scrawny. My body mass index is well within normal limits.
Can we talk about Tommy, please?
If he didn't love me, why'd he want to marry me?
Marry you? He was gonna marry you?
Tommy's my life, and I'm his.
Whatever you think he's done, he didn't do it.
We're not worried about what he did. It's what you might've done.
Tommy is dead.
She has body image issues which are not congruent with her appearance.
She's slightly large but believes she's a very large woman
who can convince people she's only slightly large.
And the way people treat her convinces her that she's right.
- That's interesting. - You're only pretending it's interesting.
- It means very little to you. - That's true.
You have an irrational prejudice against psychology
because of emotions that are too complicated for you.
And I poke and I prod at them,
which makes them real and painful.
And yet I feel no pain. Just a sort of disinterest.
So why don't you take your powers of observation,
focus them on her?
- All right. She's sorting her trail mix. - That mean something?
She's trying to control a situation that's out of her control.
Or she's just bored. She's been waiting almost an hour.
- I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. - I didn't kill Tommy. I loved him.
- What's this? - I got bored. I've been here over an hour.
- I believe that you loved Tommy. - Thank you, Agent Booth. I did.
- But I don't believe he loved you back. - Because I'm not anorexic?
- Miss Nunan... - Call me Pam.
Pam, you were stalking him, and he was avoiding you.
If he didn't love me, why would he give me this for Christmas?
P-a-m. Do you know what that spells?
- Pam. - That's right.
What did, um... you give him before he gave you that bracelet?
Ah. Excellent question.
- Why does that matter? - I'm just curious.
A $1,000 gift certificate to the music centre. He loved music.
$1,000? Wow. That's generous.
A way to obligate him, try and force an emotional connection.
- It's extremely passive-aggressive. - So do you think she killed him?
Well, there's no question that she's deluded.
I mean, if she truly believed that he was gonna marry her,
then she was setting herself up for a tragic ending.
- Tragic? - One way to ensure that he didn't leave her...
- Would be to kill him. - Tommy had a beautiful voice.
He dreamed of being a professional singer and I wanted to support him.
I did everything for him.
He was mine. Tommy was mine, no matter what anyone thought.
- When did you find him? - Last night. He had been dead for two weeks.
I've been in Florida. Left last month, just got back two days ago.
I was with Mom and Daddy planning the wedding.
The wedding with Tommy?
Of course, silly.
I'm just gonna need you to write down your parents' number in Florida
so I can confirm your whereabouts.
Thanks.
Who's gonna love me now?
I'm sorry.
- No, no, no. Don't touch her. - Why?
Thank you, Agent Booth.
The pathology is clear. She is possessive and amoral.
Her connections are forged through manipulation and delusion.
- Once a connection that tenuous breaks... - She killed Sour?
I can't say that, of course. But she is a dangerous person.
Thank you. Well, her story checks out. She was in Florida when he was killed.
Her parents are devastated that their future son-in-law will no longer be her love monkey.
- Dr Sweets still thinks that she's a killer. - Dangerous. I think she's dangerous.
- I agree. - Thank you, Agent Booth.
All those gifts and taking pictures from a distance
and showing up in the middle of the night in a nightie, it's all very dangerous.
Mocking will not change my opinion.
I've been mocked many, many times before.
- That came out wrong. - That's great, Sweets.
Appreciate your help. But she has an alibi. See ya.
Well, just be cautious of her, OK? She's not stable.
- Great. Thank you. - Oh...
And remember, our session on Tuesday is at four. Trust exercises. Be there.
Uh-huh. See ya.
- I got your page. - The vic's tox report just came back.
There were trace amounts of THC in his bloodstream.
That's why you paged me? Because he smoked marijuana?
No. Check out the monitor.
- His blood was infected with a bacterium. - E coli.
Given the concentration, the infection occurred within hours of his death.
- Well, what was the source? - I'm getting there.
The CDC tracks all E coli outbreaks
and the last E coli ground zero was in Virginia
at the Checkerbox in Alexandria.
The culprit? Tainted raw honey, the same kind I found in Tommy Sour's stomach.
# So many men seem destined
# To settle for something small
# But I won't rest until I know
# I'll have it all
Finally. One more show tune and I was gonna start shooting.
He has excellent projection. I heard him while I was parking.
I talked to some of the patrons here. Open mic night is every Monday and Tuesday.
Shh.
- Some people think this stuff is good. - What's open mic night?
It's cabaret meets karaoke. You know, singers who want to get discovered.
Will you please be quiet?
Based on the E coli in Tommy's blood, he was here shortly before he was killed.
- Pammy said he was musical. - # Gotta find my corner
This guy is not bad.
- You're kidding. - No. He's... I love his enthusiasm.
Dude! Do I need to get the manager?
Dude. Actually, you know what? That would be great. Why don't you point him out to us?
Yeah! All right!
Up next, the smooth and smoky Chris Calabasa.
Excuse me. Agent Booth, FBI.
Oh, come on. I told you guys everything I know.
I bought the honey from a company in Maryland.
I gave the CDC guy the bill of sale and the honey. What else you want?
We're not here about that. We need to speak about Tommy Sour.
- We believe he was murdered. - Murdered?
- Were you friends? - Well, he was good for business, talented.
Showed up at every open mic night since day one.
When I didn't see him around, I figured he got a paying gig.
- Was his final performance unusual? - No. Everybody loved him like always.
Everybody thinks they're the next Kelly Clarkson.
- You got that right. - Who?
- American Idol?. "Because of You"? - Because of me?
Never mind, OK? Just stay here. Not up there.
- So, did he have any enemies? - Yeah. You're listening to him right now.
There was a talent scout here that night. Tommy stole his song.
- Chris had to default to "Piano Man". - That hurts.
When Chris finished singing, he and Tommy started shoving each other.
I told them to go outside. They disappeared into the parking lot.
- Well, then what? - I don't know. I never saw Tommy again.
# Oh, love is lovelier the second time around
Tommy was a jerk. He'd fill the joint with his groupies who'd hoot when he sang off key
and talk through the other acts. Know what that does to a singer?
I would imagine it would be disheartening given your need for acclaim.
- Bones... - What? It's a primal human need.
The foundation for royalty and...
- You'll just confuse him. Go on. - Tommy thought he'd make it big.
He wrote a $1 million cheque, said he'd cash it by Christmas.
- Well, was he any good? - He had some dude videotape his set.
It's on his MySpace page. Check it for yourself.
This guy is good.
Thank you, Paula. Can we just focus here?
The night Tommy was killed, the two of you got into an argument over a song?
Not just a song, my song. "Far Away" by Nickelback.
- He knew I was saving that for scout night. - That make you angry?
I didn't kill the guy. I vented and Tommy took off.
You just said, "Goodbye. See you later"?
I came back inside. I wanted to introduce myself to the scout.
- He's back again. You can ask him yourself. - You know what? I think I will. Stay here.
- Is this guy a star, or what? - You his agent?
No, I'm just a fan. A fan of the music. So, what label are you with?
- I'm an independent. - Oh.
Me and my roommate had a band in college. We weren't half bad.
All the A&R guys, they'd sit in the front. What are you doing in the back?
- What's it to you? - Hey, what are you drinking?
Excuse me! Hey!
Ooh. What the hell is this? Doodles?
- Everything OK here? - What do you say we step outside?
- Why are you impersonating a talent scout? - I don't know what...
Answer the question or I'll arrest you right now for fraud.
- But I didn't... - Wait. You two are working together.
You knew if there was a talent scout in the audience,
more singers would show up. You sell more booze, make more money.
I just started the rumour. I asked Mitch to wear a suit, take some notes.
It was just a job.
Give Tommy the idea he was gonna get his own contract.
I didn't hurt anybody.
You exploited their need for attention. That's cruel!
- I am not going down for your crap. - I get it. Tommy figures it all out.
There's an argument. He confronts you.
No, no. I swear it. Tommy knew nothing about Mitch. No one did.
You pull this scam again and I'll arrest you for conspiracy, fraud and misrepresentation.
- You got me? - Yes.
Sir.
Come on. And don't even think about leaving town,
cos both of you are under investigation for murder.
- They are? - No. I just don't like them.
- How's it coming? - Still looking.
The shaving was wafer thin and conformed to the...
- I need the bones, man. - As do I, Hodgins.
I need to swab the ligature furrows.
- Did you know that I sang, too? - What?
- As a child. - You?
My parents felt singing would integrate me socially.
- Really? - Yes. I was quite good.
I received acclaim and stature amongst the parents of my peers.
- What about your actual peers? - My mother said they were jealous.
Jealous of your singing?
Yeah. I'm trying, Zack, but I just... I can't see it.
# Love is a many splendored thing
# It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring
# When your fingers touched my silent heart
# And taught it how to sing
# Yes, true love's
# A many splendored thing
Wow!
That was great. That was great.
Thank you. I should get back to work now.
Listen, Pavarotti.
I need the C5 vertebra, the hyoid and the temporal bone.
- We need a weapon. - By ID'ing the particulates in the wounds,
I can give you more to go on.
Thanks for the concert.
- Is there something you need? - No.
Uh... no. I'm just doing my...
Just... Thanks.
I get it when a kid wants to be a rock star but half of those singers were over 30.
Do they really think they'll be famous?
The need to stand out from the crowd is innate.
- It's obnoxious. - You were the best sniper in the army.
- I was just doing my job. Well. - And that set you apart from the others.
We're talking about singing some nightmarish Broadway songs.
It doesn't matter. Whoever is best has status and power and becomes a superior being.
Some of those people are not gonna be mating. That's for sure.
But they will have power and prestige. You enjoy it because you are a superb agent.
- You think? - Of course.
I'm best in my field. It'd be self-destructive to work with someone who's beneath me.
Oh, OK. Well, that's good, because, um... you know, I have to be honest here.
Sometimes I think that you feel that you're better than me.
- Well, I'm more intelligent... - There you go.
...in certain areas, and in others, I understand my limitations
and I... admire your expertise.
Huh.
- You admire me? - In certain areas of expertise.
Well, I admire your expertise. You know, the whole science thing.
- Thank you. I'm an author, too. - I know.
- That also gives me elevated status. - Here comes the ego.
No, I'm not saying that society's correct to elevate me.
I'm not saying I deserve the elevation. I'm just saying that it occurs.
Society should elevate scholars, not actors.
- Yeah. What about cops? - Very important.
- Yeah? This is Agent Booth. - It's Pam. Pam Nunan.
- How can I help you, Miss Nunan? - Are you available to meet?
I'm sorry, how did you get my number?
Your office patched me through. I said I was your mother.
- Yeah. Dr Brennan and I can meet with you. - No. Just you.
If it's relevant to the case, Miss Nunan, I think it would be important that Dr Brennan...
I can be there in a half-hour. You have to meet me alone.
I'm sorry. Is this about Tommy?
What else would it be about, Agent Booth?
OK. Half an hour.
What did she want?
She wants to see me without you.
- Did she say why? - Probably you make her uncomfortable.
- How so? - Well, because you're you.
And you're a well-adjusted woman.
And a bestselling author. I was on the New York Times list for 18 weeks and I won the...
- Right this way. - I really appreciate you seeing me.
- Uh, it's my job. - That's precious. It's your job.
- You said you had information about... - Hockey fan.
I have that same print in my office. And it's Pam.
I have season tickets to the Capitals. We should go sometime.
- Miss Nunan, about the case? - Seeley, please. Pam.
- I need to ask you something. - Usually I ask the questions.
Are you dating Dr Brennan?
- No. She's my partner. - I see.
Your nephew?
- It's my son. - You're married?
I'm not. Listen, I'm kind of busy here, Miss Nunan.
I brought you something.
- OK... - I know you've got a thing for socks.
- How did you? - I noticed last time.
On the outside you're this tough guy, but really you're just like me.
- Unpredictable, like Tommy was. - Please.
I know. We shouldn't talk about old flames when we're just getting to know each other.
You said you had information about Tommy's murder.
Really? I have faith you'll find out who killed him.
And Tommy wouldn't want me to grieve forever.
Look at all these commendations.
You're really great at your job, aren't you?
- It's one reason I'm drawn to you. - Ma'am, this is way inappropriate.
"Ma'am." That is so cute.
I can't wait to tell my mom you just said that.
Well, bye for now.
# Sunrise, there's a new sun rising
- What are you watching? - Dr Sweets found Sour's MySpace video.
He's got an OK voice, but he's trying a bit hard.
There are two types of performers. Presentational singers crave attention.
Representational singers want the audience to feel. It's about a cathartic experience.
- He's showing off. - Easy on the eyes, easy to forget.
- One-hit wonder at best, like Chumbawamba. - Chumba-what-a?
"Tubthumping"? Oh, come on. Are you serious?
It's a great song. It's anthemic.
- This is all simple psychology to you? - Actions are motivated by need.
When we discover our needs, we discover who we are. So, yes.
No. Society makes us who we are. Not psychology.
Society shapes our actions. Culture compels us, not some toilet-training mishap.
I'm gonna break you two up. You keep this fighting up, no one gets dessert.
We're not fighting. It's just a collegial debate, right?
Right.
- How'd it go with Pam? - Wait. You saw her again?
What's the big deal, Sweets? She just gave me a pair of socks.
What? It's not funny.
- It's not. - Why did I laugh?
Pam controls your emotional agenda through seeming vulnerability followed by generosity.
- It's classic manipulation. - I'll mail the socks back.
Look. Tommy was about to release a CD.
- "I Can't Do Better Than You." - I wonder if Pam thought that was for her?
Yeah. She probably saw secret messages in all of his songs.
Until I was 13, I wanted to be the next Cyndi Lauper.
I'd say you were kidding but I don't think you know how.
The other girls and I referred to her as "rad". My mother said that I sang just as well.
- As well as Cyndi Lauper? - Yes.
- Mothers do that. It's healthy. - No. This wasn’t just flattery.
My mother told me I sang "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" better than she did.
It was an expression of affection, not an objective evaluation of your abilities.
- Well, I think you're wrong. - OK then, go ahead. Belt it out.
- No. Absolutely not. - Give us a few bars.
- Come on! - I can’t just bust into song.
I have to have music and an appropriate atmosphere of frivolity.
Diva, forensic genius, bestselling author, better than Cyndi Lauper...
Wait, look. Freeze the video. Look at him.
Tommy's singing to the woman next to him, who shushed us.
His corrugator muscles are furrowed. His lips are tight, teeth clenched.
His mentalis is crinkled. The corrugator muscles are the...
- We know. - I don't know. I don't know that.
He appears to be very angry. Like, "get out of my way" angry.
- He plays the guitar. - Yeah?
That's how Tommy died.
- The string could be the murder weapon. - Because it cut the cheese?
Because the exemplar wound approximates the tool marks on the victim's C5.
Yeah, he knew that. He just wanted to say "cut the cheese".
OK. Hodgins, you are the guitar player.
- Zack, you are Tommy. - Re-enactment. Fascinating.
- Not for me. I'm always the one that's killed. - You're the singer. The singer was the vic.
Tommy was strangled from behind with a wire or guitar string.
The string was pulled tight...
- Slicing his throat and trachea. - Of course.
- As he lost consciousness, he fell. - Fracturing his chin.
Wait a second. He was a big guy. According to your scenario, he was passive.
Nothing in the data suggests he fought back.
Wait a sec. Tommy was... He was high. He was toasted. It could've dulled his reflexes.
This explains the shaving of the vertebra. A guitar string would slice a thin sliver of bone
as Tommy dropped to the ground.
Amazing.
Tommy Sour was strangled, Dax. Possibly with a guitar string.
Now, I know that you didn't like him singing to your girl.
What the hell are you talking about? My girl's in Texas.
- And that? - That's Helen. We perform together.
You know she's married, right? To someone else?
- Why do you look so angry? - Tommy was a son of a bitch.
I'm feeling paranoid, like I'm being persecuted.
Persecuted? Really? Maybe because you're feeling a little guilty?
I introduced Tommy to my trainer Jason. Jason runs a wellness centre.
- He needed trainers and Tommy was one. - Jason? As in Jason Bergman?
- Yeah. You know him? - Yeah, we've met.
Tommy and Jason wanted to open up a place together. One they owned.
So they went out and they got a loan. Tommy stole the money. It was 50 grand, man.
Tommy used the money to produce his own CD.
High-end musicians, arrangements, publicity, the works.
That's why I'm harbouring the negative vibes.
Yeah. I can only imagine how Jason feels.
I contacted the bank. Jason is on the hook for the full amount.
Which he conveniently forgot when we spoke to him.
- All right, Bones. - Dr Jason didn't come in today.
- His cell isn't on. - Is that unusual?
You could call him day or night. He'd always answer.
Great, thanks. Yeah, hi. It's Agent Booth.
I need a BOLO for a Dr Jason Bergman, wanted for first-degree murder.
- Oh, Dr Hodgins. - Hey, Dr B. What's up?
Did you swab the C5 vertebra for elemental trace?
The C5 vertebra, the hyoid and the temporal bone. Analysing the particulates now.
- I'll need your results as soon as possible. - I'm on it. How'd it go with guitar guy?
- Booth doesn't think it's him. No motive. - But the wound?
It's a wire of some kind, but not from him. Booth suspects the wellness centre manager.
So you're looking for some wire used in a gym or by a physical therapist.
Yes. Assuming that it was a crime of passion, the killer would've used something handy.
Brennan.
OK. I'll meet you there. I need those results.
Right away.
I quit my job, decided to move out of town. So what?
Officer pulled you over on the Interstate in Ohio.
You've been travelling nonstop since yesterday morning.
- Is that a crime? - Maybe.
We know about the business loan.
Then you also know I'm the last person in the world that would want Tommy dead.
- I'm responsible for the whole nut. - The nut?
50 grand!
- I couldn't see another way out. - You thought you could hide?
I'm not married. I got no close family.
Yeah, I thought I could disappear. You hear about it all the time.
I think you were pissed and you just snapped. Huh? That place was everything to you.
Tommy ruined it for you, so you ruined him.
You know what I think, Agent Booth?
Motive without evidence is like riding a stationary bike.
- You get nowhere fast. - Like right now?
Dr Bergman, did you use any wires or wirelike instruments at the gym
or in your chiropractic practice?
- Questions will have to go through a lawyer. - Yep. Well...
- Oh! - Hodgins!
- Sorry to barge in. - You can't barge in here.
There was elemental evidence on the vertebra.
- What is it? - Phyllosilicate minerals, aluminium oxides.
- Oh. - Yeah.
- What? English? - It's clay.
- Very good. - I have nothing to do with clay.
- You're totally gonna be cleared. - You can't say that.
Silver particulates were embedded in the composite.
- On his vertebra? - Yeah.
There is a company which infuses sculpting clay with silver powder.
They sell direct via the internet. And get this.
They recently shipped a package of the clay to the other unit of our victim's duplex.
- A warrant to search my place? - Wow, he can read.
I reported Tommy missing. Why would I be hiding anything?
You killed Tommy. You reported him missing to cover your ass.
No, no. Hey, excuse me? What are you doing?
Oh. Are you asking because you have an interest in forensics?
What?
This clay-cutting wire is consistent with the object used to kill Tommy Sour.
- I'm testing it for blood. - Just look at it. There's no blood on it.
If the liquid turns blue, it means this wire came in contact with human blood.
You are under arrest for the murder of Tommy Sour.
Wait. You don't understand. I didn't want to. The noise was...
- The noise? - Yeah, you hear it. The alarm clock.
These walls are so thin. And I needed to work, to concentrate for my show.
Tommy'd just sing at the top of his lungs day and night. He never shut up.
I begged him to lower his voice, to sing quietly. But he didn't care.
And that gives you the right to strangle him?
No. I was just trying to scare him. He was taking his trash to the alley and singing.
He's bigger than me. I never thought I could kill him.
- He was stoned. He couldn't fight back. - I just... I pulled on the wire,
and he fell down and... and he was dead.
But it was quiet. It was finally quiet.
- Start in a low key then go to a higher key. - That was great.
What's going on? Why did you call me here, Booth?
Your need to sing in front of a live audience - it's innate, Bones.
- No way. - Hey, I got the music, the frivolity.
- What else do you need? - Come on. You can do it.
We're here for you! We're here for you!
You are very controlled. I think it'd be a good idea for you to let yourself go.
Really? What about you?
I will be singing "Lime in de Coconut" after you.
You will be extremely impressed, as was my abnormal-psychology class.
This opportunity is a gift from Agent Booth.
Trust yourself. Trust your friends. Let it rip. Let's hear it.
Come on!
# I come home in the morning light
# My mother says, "When you gonna live your life right?"
# Oh, Mamma dear, we're not the fortunate ones
# And girls, they wanna have fun
# Oh, girls just wanna have fun
# The phone rings in the middle of the night
# My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
# Oh, Daddy dear, you know you're still number one
# But girls, they wanna have fun
Look at me, not her.
# Oh, girls just wanna have...
# That's all they really want
- Seeley! - # Some fun
Seeley!
- I'm doing this for us. - # When the working day is done
# Girls, they wanna have...
Zack, call 911!
Booth, you're gonna be fine. I'm right here. Come on.
You can do this. You're gonna be fine. You can make this.
Come on. Come on. Booth!
You're gonna make it. Come on. Come on! Come on, Booth! Come on!
Come on! Come on. Come on.
You're gonna make this. Come on.
You can do this. Come on. Come on, Booth.
It's gonna be fine. Come on, Booth.
Come on, Booth. No. No, come on...
Come on, Booth!
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