Bones: The Doctor in the Photo
January 4th 2011 19:37
The whole episode is told from Bones’s point of view, and when the victim reminds her of herself, she starts seeing and hearing the woman AS her. Determined to figure out how such a well-known doctor could go missing without anyone noticing, Bones dives into the case with even more determination than usual, making mistakes she doesn’t normally make—touching evidence, going with her gut over logic—when it looks like the victim was trying to buy drugs. Surely someone of such high caliber and logic wouldn’t do such a thing!
Spending her nights studying the bones and listening to the doctor’s lectures, Bones starts asking the recording questions about the victim, hearing herself answer. The night watch man takes care to bring Bones food and orders a taxi when it’s clear she just needs to go home and sleep. He’s taken all the lectures The Jeffersonian offers, and offers his insights as the case progresses, pointing out a study done where people were given glasses to make them see the world upside down. After three days, they saw it rightside up again, and when the glasses were taken off, their brains saw the real world upside down again for three days.
When Booth and Bones talk to a man who worked with the victim, who loved her but she wouldn’t give them a chance, Bones has a breakthrough moment. After going to the place the victim was killed and almost getting killed by a car in the middle of a rainy street in the middle of the night, Bones realizes that she’s nothing like the victim. That the victim was only buying drugs to feel the thrill of it, to feel *something*. Booth, worried about his partner going into a bad part of town in the middle of the night by herself, rushes out into the street where Bones is too busy looking at evidence to notice the speeding car, and saves her.
On the wet ride home, Bones confesses that she’s finally seeing the world rightside up again. It just took her three days to get back to normal. She can now see the victim as the victim and not herself. Bones also tells Booth that she’s realized, like the victim, she had a man who loved her and missed her chance. Booth gently reminds Bones that he’s with someone now, and Hannah’s not a consolation prize. Bones tells him that she knows that, but can’t stop from crying anyway. Booth asks if she wants him to call someone to be with her, but she tells him no. He got through it, so will she. They drive on in grim silence.
Angela: Thank you for waiting until after we ate to show us that trick, Booth.
~*~*~
Booth DC Metro Missing Persons investigated. Case went cold. Didn't go anywhere.
Bones: How can that be? The woman was a surgeon.
Hannah: Single. No kids. Outside of people at work, there was no one to miss her.
~*~*~
Bones: The victim. Does she remind you of anyone?
Angela: Sweetie, when you describe people in generalities like age and size, it fits a lot of people. (Bones shows her the ring) Your dolphin ring. So what?
Bones: It's not mine. It's the victim's.
~*~*~
Sweets: What I see is that you're over identifying with the victim. Brilliant scientist, unmarried, without children, consumed by her work. You can't help but draw parallels to your own life.
~*~*~
Hodgins: There's something funky about these leaves.
Bones: Funky means bad smelling or, when applied to music, marked by an earthy, bluesy quality.
Hodgins: In this case, funky means weird.
~*~*~
Micah: It's like a voice from beyond the grave.
Bones: Like my voice.
Micah: Very similar, yeah.
Bones: It sounds exactly like my voice. She is me.
Micah: She isn't you. She's her, and you're you. You're alive and she's dead. Ergo. Ipso-facto. Colombo. Oreo.
Bones: Those last two words, one is the capitol of Sri Lanka and the other is... a cookie.
Micah: It sounds like Latin.
~*~*~
Booth: Well, Dr. Brennan just wonders how someone of that importance could disappear.
Bones: So - so quietly?
Dr. Adit Gadh: 'I will show you fear in a handful of dust.' T.S. Eliot. We don't actually fear death; we fear that no one will notice our absence.
~*~*~
Bones: Doesn't anybody know me at all?
Sweets: We know you as much as you’ll allow us to.
~*~*~
Chris Markham: Look in my eyes…Is that a myth?
Booth: Okay, you know what? Stop making crazy eyes at my partner here.
~*~*~
Booth: Bones, why are you taking this so personally? I mean you're acting as though you're the one who's being accused of taking drugs.
~*~*~
Bones: How did the opiates get into the tree?
Cam: Dr. Brennan?... It's good to get an insight into the victim, but I'm not certain that this line of inquiry leads directly to her murderer.
Bones: I... I feel like it will.
Angela: Okay. It's a little weird that you said that, Sweetie. But it's good.
Hodgins: (to Angela) Good? If I said something like that she'd rip my head off.
~*~*~
Micah: By the power invested in me by the Jeffersonian Institution, I declare you sleep deprived. There's a cab waiting to take you home to bed.
Bones: Do you really have that power?
Micah: I saw a lecture with this New Age Guru type. Said the only power people exert on us is the power we allow them to exert.
Bones: Well, it's incredibly stupid.
Micah: I agree. You wave a gun in my face, you've got power whether I like it or not.
Bones: How - how come I understand every word you say? Always. I don't have that with anybody else. Sometimes I just hear... noise.
Micah: Well, guess I've been here so long, I speak the secret language of the Jeffersonian.
~*~*~
Bones: I have nothing left for me to discover from the hard evidence.
Micah: Well, that's the whole problem with being an empirist.
Bones: What is?
Micah: Eventually you run out of things to measure, smell and count.
~*~*~
Bones: I got the signal, Booth. I don't want to have any regrets…
(long pause)
Booth: Um, I'm with someone, Bones. And Hannah - she's not a consolation prize. I love her.
(Bones cries)
Booth: The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but those are the facts.
Bones:...I understand. I missed my chance. My whole world turned upside down. I can adjust.
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