06x21 - The Signs in the Silence

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(garbled police dispatch)

(car door closes)

Hey, you.

Hey.

You okay?

Oh, God.

(gasps)

(woman yelling, officer gasping)

Drop it!

(yelling)

Drop the Kn*fe! Drop it! Drop the w*apon!

BRENNAN:
How about an encyclopedia?

Oh, uh, or a microscope.

Come on, Bones, Angela and not a graduate student.by, I got it. (chuckles)

Stuffed animal. That's it.

How will that benefit the child?

Bones, they're having a kid whose major pastime is gonna be pooping his pants, okay?

Mr. Poo-Poo Pants.

Well, in one of my foster families, I had a-a stuffed dog.

And you liked it, right?

It frightened me, actually.

It was the family pet for many years before they had it stuffed.

Oh.

W-We'll forget about the whole stuffed animal thing.

I-I got it; we'll get him one of those mobiles for the crib.

Oh, those are very good for spatial recognition and cognitive development.

There. See, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Hmm? Piece of cake.

Soon, I'm going to be the only one without a child.

(chuckles): Come on, please, Bones.

I'll tell you what, when you get a good look at that pudgy little baby face, hormones are gonna go wacko.

Right? And before you know it, bang, Mama Bones.

That's not how it happens, Booth.

BOOTH: I think that's how it works.

Okay, okay.

Time to go to work.

I need you back at the lab right now.

Why? Did someone remove the remains from a crime scene again?

Oh, that's not good.

You know how cranky she gets about that.

This particular body-- she's still alive.

But if she's still alive, then why do you need me?

Because it looks like she k*lled someone.

And we need your forensic voodoo to tell us who she is and who her victim might be.

Why don't we just question her?

I would love to, cherie, but she's a deaf-mute.

"Deaf-mute" is a historically derogative term.

I believe the correct terminology is "deaf and uncommunicative."

Whatever the song title, she can't hear, and she ain't talking.

(beep)
WOMAN: This is outrageous, Ms. Julian.

You can't keep this child here without filing charges.

Yes, I can. I have a court order.

Is this the girl?

Yes. And I'm Grace Meacham.

I've been appointed by Child Protective Services to represent the child's interests until her family can be found.

And you've made an assumption of her status as a minor based on... what?

Look at her.

Are you a scientist or a doctor?

No, I'm an attorney. But...

Then let's agree that I won't give you legal opinions and you won't pretend to be a scientist.

Was she covered in blood when she was found?

Yes, someone else's blood.

We're trying to figure out whose.

She also has particulates on her that might tell us what happened.

And she was carrying this?

CAROLINE: Yep.

She was waving the Kn*fe around, threatening the arresting officer.

And we also found that money on her.

Looks like a robbery that went bad.

Can you sign? Because we'll need to communicate with her.

Yes, but as of yet, she hasn't responded.

And who are you?

CAROLINE: Dr. Brennan is the best forensic anthropologist in the country.

World.

By examining her skeletal structure and other markers, I'll be able to determine age and other identifiers that could explain what happened.

I'm sorry, but any medical tests without Jane Doe's prior approval would be a violation of her constitutional rights.

CAROLINE: Read the order, cherie.

"Exigent circumstances."

The judge gave the Jeffersonian permission to do any test they deem necessary.

Her clothes are soaked with at least one full liter of blood. That's a class-two hemorrhage.

If her victim was of average size and he survived the att*ck, he could be dying of blood loss right now.

Examining her could potentially save the victim's life.

Unless you don't feel that's important.

I had no idea.

Of course you didn't. You're an attorney.

SAROYAN: Could you let her know that I'm gonna need to take blood samples from her hair and her clothing?

And I'll need to do tests to determine age and identity that could lead us to the victim.

They need a sample of your hair and your clothes to find out where you're from, okay?

(shouting)

Security!

(alarm buzzing, beeping)

(yelling, grunting)

♪ Bones 6x21 ♪
The Signs in the Silence
Original Air Date on May 5, 2011

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

(grunting)

Will this take much longer?

Dr. Saroyan and I need any tissue and particulates that could be from the victim.

Just a few more.

Can we take a break now?

Since you can't get her to cooperate, we have no choice but to continue.

Do you think I'm not trying?

Perhaps she doesn't understand sign language.

GRACE: She clearly does.

She's choosing not to help.

Makes her look pretty guilty, doesn't it?

There is a presumption of innocence here, Dr. Hodgins.

Child Protective Services appointed me to protect that.

Assuming that she is a child.

Dental X-rays could determine age, but you'd have to hold her still for those.

I'm very uncomfortable with this, Dr. Brennan.

She's clearly in distress. BRENNAN: Right now, you have to see her as evidence, Mr. Vaziri.

Nothing more than a composite of bone and tissue that as yet have not yielded any usable clues.

And you can do that? Look at her.

I have no choice, do I?

Not if we hope to save someone who might be bleeding out.

Tell her that we need to do dental X-rays to establish her age and to potentially locate her family.

They might know who the victim is.

If she has a family.

GRACE: There are no foster children reported missing in the area, so she probably has family somewhere.

(grunts)

What did you get from her?

Particulates from her hair and clothing that might lead us to whoever she stabbed.

She looks so young.

Don't get all gushy.

She was caught with a bloody Kn*fe in her hand.

She's somebody's kid, Hodgins.

So is the person who she stabbed.

Allegedly stabbed.

Really?

I just can't believe that a little baby could grow up to become... her.

Ange, our kid is not gonna grow up to be a m*rder*r, okay?

We have no idea what happened to make her turn out like this.

I know, I'm just tired of waddling.

I want to hold the baby.

Yeah. Well, soon enough.

I know. Soon enough.

Listen, I-- there's kind of a rush on this evidence, okay?

So... All right.

Okay, sure. Yeah, okay.

Back to work.

Hey, you got anything?

We've been checking all the hospitals and morgues for stabbing victims within a 50-mile radius of where Jane Doe was found. We got nothing.

Yeah, well, I got something.

You know the bloody money that we found on the girl?

Assuming she stole it from her victim, this could be good news.

You're cute when you try to make me happy. Right.

Look at that.

Look at all the $20 bills.

Okay, and what's that?

We don't know what that is.

We found it in her pocket.

Angela's gonna reconstruct it.

But take a look at the serial numbers on the bills.

They're sequential.

Bank robbery?

No, ATM.

ATMs get sequential bills from the banks.

If we can trace the number to the ATM, we should be able to find our victim.

Now you're just downright handsome.

Open.

(grunts)

Open.

I need her to open her mouth.

If we can't put the film in her mouth, then we can't take the X-rays.

I realize that.

What do you want me to do?

Well, tell her that if she doesn't cooperate, then I'll have to call the judge and ask him to approve a general anesthetic.

Dr. Brennan, can I talk to you for a moment?

I'm very busy. Dr. Brennan, just a moment.

Either she opens her mouth, or I call the judge.

Please help... SWEETS: She's disabled... restrained by people she has no reason to trust.

Being up here on this platform, on display, makes it much worse, and...

Her feelings are not a priority right now, Dr. Sweets.

If you knew the circumstances...

No, I do, I do. I reviewed the case.

If you want that girl to cooperate, you need to make sure that she feels comfortable and secure.

I know what I'm doing.

Do you remember being in foster care?

I wasn't a potential m*rder suspect.

Nevertheless, you must remember how you were treated.

How often did they even bother to learn your name?

Every situation was way more frightening than it had to be because some supervisor was in a rush.

Right?

I know I never wanted to cooperate.

I'm sure you didn't, either.

(Vaziri yells)

She bit me.

She was gagging.

It's-It's not her fault.

She's terrified.

The dentals aren't gonna work.

I'd like to try something else.

BRENNAN: This is completely noninvasive.

Please tell Jane that this will be a much easier way to examine her.

VAZIRI: She just has to slowly move her hand through there up to her elbow.

We'll watch the image on the screen.

She won't feel a thing. BRENNAN: All right. I just need to see the epiphysis of the distal radius and ulna.

(gasping, grunting)

You're going to have to hold her steady.

Steady. Be careful.

Be careful with her.

How much longer?

We can't hold her steady.

BRENNAN: Okay. We got it. As you can see, there's only partial fusion of the distal radius and ulna.

She's definitely over 13 years old, but less than 17.

So she is a minor.

I'll let Booth know.

BOOTH:
Hey, Bones, no minors with her description have been reported missing in D.C.

So she stays anonymous.

Happens, Bones, you know? Happens.

I know.

It's just-- I saw a lot of kids like her when I was in the system.

Kids pulled in off the street.

None of them started out bad.

Sorry. I'm being foolish.

No, no. I mean, look, the day that this gets easy, you know, we know that we're in trouble.

Any luck tracking the money from the ATM?

Yeah, it came from a bodega in Columbia Heights.

We've been poring through all these bank records of everyone who used that ATM since it was stocked two days ago.

That could be dozens of people.
(phone ringing)

Dozens? Try hundreds.

It's Cam. Booth.

I just finished testing the blood from the girl's clothing.

Preliminary DNA shows that the victim was a white male.

A white man in Columbia Heights.

He'd stand out like an onion in a bean field.

Here, I'll tell you what-- pull up the images from the camera on the ATM.

Okay, look, what I want you to do is I want you to separate out all the white men.

Cam, did you do a T-cell test?

Yep. The victim's in his mid-40's.

No, he looks like a teenager. Next.

What about him?

He looks like he's about 45.

No. The nasal labial lines and the depth of the lateral orbital lines suggest he's in his 30's. Next.

No, they're senior citizens.

Then it has to be him.

Duval Price.

2134 Grant Avenue, apartment 6.

The door's splintered. Looks like a break-in.

Duval Price?

Blood.

Oh, wow.

Okay. Well, she might be a kid, but it looks like she might be a really bad one.

BOOTH:
I hope you find her family, because she's going to need a good attorney.

If she cooperated, I could work something out with the juvenile court.

I'm sorry. It just doesn't make any sense to me.

Why would she k*ll him and then take the w*apon with her?

Was someone after her? There must have been a reason.

She's not gonna defend herself.

We'll never know what she was thinking.

Oh, right, of course, 'cause motive isn't important to you-- just the fact that she was the one wielding the Kn*fe, right?

No, in this case, motive is critical, but she's clearly keeping it to herself.

So we just give up and put her away without knowing all the facts?

Is this getting testy?

You obviously have a very low opinion of me, Dr. Sweets.

Let's just all take a deep breath here.

BRENNAN: I believe there are facts we have overlooked that could give us her motive whether she chooses to tell it to us or not, and I intend to find them.

Oh.

You got a little egg on your face there.

BRENNAN: Duval Price's door was oak. Two inches thick.

Do any of us believe that Jane Doe could have broken down that door, splintering the wood without harming herself?

And why would she target a man who's twice her size?

Dr. Brennan-- sorry.

I'm not as cold as everyone assumes, Dr. Sweets.

Hey, we know that.

Are we good now?

You said that Jane was signing during your interrogation?

Yeah, why?

And the interrogation was recorded?

Of course.

Why? Wha... Where's she going?

Stop.

Run it back.

She's saying, "I need to go to the bathroom."

Well, why are her bathroom habits important?

They aren't, but the way she signs is.

Can you determine the rate at which she signs?

The-The words per minute? Yeah, sure.

Now run her signing on a loop.

Notice the height of her hands.

That forehead level citation form indicates someone from a rural area.

This is like a dialect?

It's exactly like a dialect.

This is why you wanted me to get the videos from the linguistics department. If we can match her dialect, we can find out where she's from.

I can do a kinetic cross-scan with the videos.

Close, but doesn't quite match.

This is the one.

This is the closest.

It's a rural dialect from southern Pennsylvania.

Oh, my God.

Yes, it's very exciting.

Ooh, no, just, ooh... Hang on.

Ooh.

This isn't about the dialect, is it?

No, no.

Oh, my... Are you in labor?

I mean, I can't be. I have like another month.

I-I should tell Hodgins.

No, no, hold on. He's-he's working, and... I'm... I'm fine now.

You know what, y-you go tell Booth what we found.

Are you sure? Yeah, absolutely.

Okay.

All right, kid, just let me finish this reconstruction and I'm all yours.

(sighs)

BOOTH:
Bones said the girl was from southern Pennsylvania. Probably a small town.

What's that?

That's the paper from Jane Doe's pocket.

Angela reconstructed it.

Bus 122?

The only bus, ok?

Bus 122 from southern Pennsylvania to D.C.

Right? From a small town called Crossroads, Pennsylvania.

Nice work, cher.
Very squinty.

Plus, I got more.

Turns out the paper is a receipt.

No store name? Just what was purchased.

Is that code? Code? Come on.

That's one-inch round head sheet metal screws, and that's four-inch course thread wood screws.

I know my hardware. That is from a hardware store.

Probably not a lot of hardware stores in Crossroads, Pennsylvania.

Just one.

I like it!

Hi. Can I help you find anything?

Well, I hope so.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.

Hi. I'm Mike Shenfield. This is my wife Denise.

Is there something wrong?

You know this girl?

Oh, my God, that's her!

MIKE: That's Amy.

That's our daughter.

Your daughter was, uh, 15 years old.

Why didn't you report her missing?

We... She ran away before.

She always came back.

We-- we just didn't know what to do anymore.

I don't understand. DENISE: We couldn't handle her.

She would kick me and-and fight.

MIKE: We just thought she was frustrated.

You know, being born deaf and all that. Why didn't you get her any help? I mean, there's always social services.

There were waiting lists. We couldn't afford private help.

Are you sure it was Amy that k*lled that man?

Yeah, we're sure.

A guy by the name of Duval Price.

You know him?

Duval? No, we don't know anyone in D.C.

We thought she would come back.

She always came back and said she was sorry.

She always said she was sorry.

Where is she now?

Can we see her?

Yeah, of course you can.

HODGINS: The door was way too thick for someone Jane Doe's size to break open.

Well, Arastoo said that she would have suffered severe bruising and broken bones.

Neither of which were evident. So Dr. B was right.

She usually is.

Well, that explains the fibers that I found from the splinters on the door.

None of them matches what Jane Doe was wearing.

If she didn't break down the door, maybe the door was already broken. Or broken afterward.

How can you tell when a door was smashed open?

I don't know.

There's got to be a way though, right?

I'm really impressed that you are staying focused with everything that's happening with you and Angela.

People have kids all the time.

I meant what happened today.

What?

What happened today?

Nothing.

Just a little contraction.

Dr. Brennan told me.

I assumed you... knew.

What happened today?

Huh? What?

Cam said you had some contractions.

Oh, please.

I-I told everyone not to worry you.

They were just Braxton Hicks contractions. I'm-- I'm fine.

You can count on me, okay?

We both went through the birthing classes.

I can handle it. I know.

I know.

Sure you're okay?

Yeah, yeah. I mean, other than feeling like the Hindenburg, I'm peachy.

But you're going to tell me next time.

'Cause I don't want to hear second-hand that your water broke.

Promise. Yeah.

Water...

That's it. What?

Water, humidity...

Honey, now I'm feeling left out.

The moisture content in the splintered wood from the door would increase as it's exposed to the humidity in the air.

Obviously, that's, uh... that's a really good thing.

I should be able to establish baseline moisture content in the door and compare it to the current content to determine when the door was smashed in.

Babe, you're a genius.

Okay.

And if you need me, just yell.

Cam, I got it!

Moisture content!

You wanted to see me?

This X-ray-- look at it.

Am I looking for anything in particular? If you look for something in particular, you run the risk of missing something you weren't looking for.

Right. I just thought...

You're wasting time, Mr. Vaziri.

This case is becoming personal to you, isn't it?

Becoming? I just meant that you normally put a premium on keeping your distance, but in this case, you've...

Objectivity allows us to make unclouded assessments.

I'm sorry if you think that means I don't care.

I didn't mean that. Of course you did.

I assure you, if I knew how to convey how I feel, I would.

It seems to make other people's lives much easier.

Look at her distal humerus.

Is that a thickening in the bone?

Yes, it reveals a remodeled sub-acute metaphyseal fracture.

Bucket handle injury.

One of the signs of child abuse.

I need a full set of X-rays, Amy.

But in order to get them, I need you to cooperate this time.

I know what you've been through.

I know you've been abused.

It was clear in the X-ray of your arm.

No one will believe me.

Nobody ever believed me.

I know how it feels not to trust anyone.

People lie.

But bones always tell the truth.

Your X-rays will tell us exactly what happened to you.

No one can dispute that.

No one can say you're lying.

SAROYAN: So it's true?

It's worse than you can imagine.

Extensive remodeled rib fractures, subperiosteal new bone formations to both her femurs and her left humerus.

Linear skull fractures, all with different levels of remodeling.

This girl was used as a punching bag.

We're talking about years of systematic abuse.

It's no wonder she didn't trust us.

And why she didn't want us to contact her parents.

BRENNAN:
Where is Caroline?

It takes time to get a court order, okay, Bones?

According to the injuries, they started b*ating her when she was about three.

BOOTH: No wonder she ran away from home.

Look, this guy, he's getting impatient.

They can't see her, Booth. Look, don't worry.

I'll handle it. They're not... MIKE: Excuse me.

What's the problem? We want to see our daughter. No problem.

Why? Are you worried about what she might say if you don't get to her soon enough? MIKE: What?

Who's this? This here is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian.

BOOTH: Let's go have a cup of coffee.

Here we go. Here are your X-rays back.

Mr. Shenfield, this is a court order preventing you and your wife from seeing Amy.

What? I'm Grace Meacham, your daughter's guardian from Child Protective Services.

A guardian? Amy doesn't need a guardian.

You've been b*ating her since she was a little girl.

My God, we never even touched her. She's lying.

She lies. No, these don't lie.

They certainly convinced a judge.

BRENNAN: What did you use here?

A bat? Or maybe a broom handle?

What about this one?

Just your fists? I'm getting a lawyer.

That's probably the best thing you can do right now.

Why did you do it? Because she couldn't hear?

She had Waardenburg syndrome. You, you had to know that.

It's right here, in the X-rays.

All right, look, Bones, it's over.

They can't touch her now.

You-You can't do this. Actually, we can.

It's one of the good things we can do.

Can you get them out of here?

She was born with Waardenburg syndrome.

It's genetic, one of her parents has to have it.

Why didn't they understand?

Look, not all parents deserve kids, all right?

Wait.

Oh, my God.

What?

Oh, God, what?

Now what? Bones!

Hey, what the hell are you...
? Get your hands off...

Get off! BOOTH: Hey, hey, hey!

Don't touch her.

Booth, they don't have dystopia canthorum, or high nasal roots.

Is that good or bad?

They aren't Amy's parents.

Amy is not their daughter.

This is a copy of the birth certificate you were using. It's fake.

Amy is ours.

Don't say anything, Denise.

Dr. Brennan has determined that the abuse started at age three, which means she was safe until then.

How did she wind up living with you?

Who's Duval Price?

He's not just some random person.

Come on. We're going to find out.

What? Did you pimp her out?

No! We would never do something like that.

Look, whatever happened to that guy, it was her doing, she ran away, she k*lled him for his money...

She was troubled. We tried everything.

We loved her. BOOTH: Loved her?

Loved her by b*ating her?

Agent Booth, please.

I understand.

You understand what, Sweets? Amy is disabled, they devoted their lives to her.

Every now and then you lost your patience. It happens, right?

What are you, crazy? They fed her and clothed her, they even taught her how to sign. Sweets.

He's right. We, we were good to her.

Denise, you need to shut up. Why?

We, we just wanted her to mind.

She would never have a normal life if she didn't mind.

And that was her fault?

They tried, Agent Booth.

They tried.

I know that.

And I'm sure now, you don't want anything to happen to Amy.

Of course not. Denise.

Her life could be ruined, if you don't help us.

Just tell us what happened. I mean, you said you loved her.

I do.

I said, shut up!

(Denise yells)

(Denise sobbing)

BRENNAN: Mr. Vaziri found a nick on the inside of the manubrium.

It seems likely that the w*apon went through the fourth intercostal spaces and penetrated so deeply that it nicked the inside of his manubrium.

But if he was stabbed in the back, that mark makes no sense.

It's too high. Her bloody fingerprints clearly showed that she was holding the Kn*fe this way.

Holding it like this?

There's no way she could have made the nick on the manubrium.

Unless... she did not sneak up behind him.

Okay, I still don't understand.

They were face-to-face.

Duval Price knocks her down.

He landed on top of her.

Mr. Vaziri?

This is very awkward.

Mr. Vaziri, this is part of your job.

Then I would like to quit this part of the job.

Don't move. All right.

She stabbed him like this. So it wasn't m*rder?

No! Amy was just trying to defend herself.

Can I get up now?

Yes, of course.

The door to his apartment was made of painted, kiln-dried oak, which contained 9.4 percent moisture.

Now, on the night Duval Price was k*lled, it was 65 degrees with an 86% relative humidity. It was just about to rain.

So... when the door broke, the splinters swelled.

Kinda like my pregnant feet. That's right.

The moisture in the exposed wood, right?

It was 37.4 percent, meaning that the splinters had been exposed to the humidity since about... 2:00 a.m.

Well, Cam put Price's time of death at about midnight.

Which means that the door was broken open almost two hours after Duval Price was k*lled.

So, someone else knocked it down, saw Price dead, and just left him there. Yeah.

My guess? Someone that knew Amy was being held there.

Lucky for us, he left behind fibers from a PriceCo flannel shirt.

No way! My genius.

Oh!

Oh. Oh, God.

Oh, don't worry. It's nothing. It's nothing.

Oh!

Okay, that is definitely something.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God! Okay. Baby.

Uh, okay. Baby!

Okay. Okay. Baby!

According to the birthing class, that is so not how you're supposed to react right now.

Right! Right. Uh...

I should, I should... Get the car!

Get the car. Okay. I'm, I'm gonna get the car.

Yeah. Yeah, good idea. Keys!

Oh! I need keys. Where are my keys?

Where the hell are my keys?

Don't look at me like that, babe.

I know what I'm doing, okay?

I'm gonna, I'm gonna get the keys. I...

I'm totally and completely calm.

Where the hell are my keys?!

Oh, wow. Men are so not made for this.

I need the keys, hon!

Do you have them?

Babe, do you have keys?! Okay, I'm going to find them.

So where are we?

Well, the forensic techs, they went through Price's apartment.

Right by the phone, guess what they found?

A notepad that says, "122" and "11:55".

That's the number of the bus she took, and the time it arrived in D.C.

So I checked his phone records.

Guess who called him an hour after he left Crossroads, PA?

Mike Shenfield. That's right.

I hope he squirms. I like it when they squirm.

BRENNAN: We know what happened, Amy.

You couldn't bear it anymore.

No one believed you.

So you ran away.

BOOTH: We found this photo in Price's apartment.

You actually saw Amy take a bus to D.C., and you couldn't risk her telling anybody what you did to her, so you called your friend.

BRENNAN:
Duval Price followed you when you got off the bus.

He grabbed you, and he took you back to his apartment.

He said that your father was going to come and get you.

He was going to tie me up.

He was going to hit me.

You got there as soon as you could, but there was no answer.

So what do you do? You break down his door.

When you realized what happened, you left your friend lying in a pool of his own blood, and you ran.

You know, we have fibers we can match to your clothes.

This wasn't Amy's fault.

You had him kidnap her.

I tried to get away.

I took the Kn*fe off the counter, just to scare him.

He grabbed me, and we fell.

He raised his hand to hit me...

He was going to hit me...

You were protecting yourself, Amy.

But I k*lled a man.

But I k*lled a man.

Sorry.

It's your fault that Duval Price is dead.

Tell you what. You know what?

You could still do something decent here, if you tell me where you took Amy from.

Fine.

Tell you what. You know what, the only satisfaction I get is knowing what happens to people in prison who abuse kids.

(sighs)

They aren't your parents, Amy.

We believe you were kidnapped when you were about three.

Before you were with them, no one hurt you.

So who am I?

I don't know.

But I will find out.

We will find out together.

SWEETS: The Missing Persons database can't be much help if we don't know where you were born or grew up.

I don't know.

I don't remember anything before them.

Yeah. It's tough. I know. I know.

Especially since you've had so many difficult years.

It took me a long time to be able to remember when I was young.

Because I didn't trust the happy memories.

I couldn't believe them.

Not with the life I was living in foster homes.

How did you remember?

Some images just wouldn't go away.

I would close my eyes at night, and I'd see a woman-- um, my mother.

With me in her lap.

We were having a picnic on the beach.

She was cutting me a big piece of chocolate cake, and we were laughing.

Uh... remembering moments like those can make a difficult situation worse if you think you can never be happy like that again.

But if you see a chance...

...give yourself hope, you can allow yourself to believe that those moments are real.

A bunny-- I remember a little stuffed bunny.

I slept with it all the time.

Okay. Uh, anything else?

Do-Do you remember where you played?

What it looked like? A tree?

If we can locate where you lived...

I don't remember anything else.

Just my bunny-- that's all.

This might seem like a strange request, but I would like permission to have one of your wisdom teeth pulled.

When you were an infant, your permanent teeth were developing deep in your jaw bone, accumulating specific isotopes from the environment where you lived.

Her tooth can tell you where she grew up?

Absolutely.

Yeah.

GRACE: Yes.

Yeah!

Thank you. Yes. Yeah!

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Unknown ♪
♪ Talk to unknown ♪
♪ Ever ♪
♪ Lasts forever ♪
♪ Still it's a sharp shock ♪
♪ To your soft side ♪
♪ Summer moon ♪
♪ Catch your shut eye ♪
♪ In your room ♪
♪ In my room ♪
♪ In your room ♪
♪ In my room ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪

HODGINS: Okay.

Okay, thanks for letting us know.

Bye.

They located Amy's real parents.

They're on a plane out here right now.

Oh, that's fantastic. Yeah.

God, I'm so embarrassed.

Did you see the way they looked at me at the hospital?

They were looking at me.

I was crazy.

Yeah, you did flip out a little.

(chuckling): Oh, my God.

I'm telling you, this is why nature invented false labor.

Parents need a dry run.

So, next time, you're not going to tell the nurse to boil water, then?

Can't believe I said that.

I have clearly watched too many Westerns.

No. Next time... next time, I will be fine.

I'll be your rock.

I brought this on myself.

I just can't wait.

Neither can I.

Come on. Let's get something to eat.

(grunts)

Babe. (sighs)

I am so big, I could apply for statehood.

I don't think I can get out of here.

(chuckling): I'll help you.

Well, can't we get a bigger car?

This is a classic.

There are big classics, you know.

Look at me.

Anything you want. Maybe I'll just stay in here until I actually go into labor.

(chuckling): Come on.

Put your arm around my neck.

All right. Come on.

Ready? Yeah.

(grunting): One, two, three.

(straining): Oh, my God.

You are so... beautiful.

Nice save.

You're unbelievable. You really are.

Her real name is Samantha.

They look so happy.

Yeah.

Do I look nice?

Will they like me?

You look beautiful.

MAN: Excuse me.

We're the Winslows.

Oh, my God.

Hi, Samantha.

We never gave up, sweetheart.

Do you remember?

By the way, I think you're right.

We should get a stuffed animal for Angela and Hodgins' baby.

A bunny.

(laughs)

A stuffed bunny would be nice.

Right?

I heard you slugged Mike Shenfield.

That must have been very satisfying.

Her certainly deserved it.

Yeah, maybe, but...

I lost control.

Lost control, and I... I don't take any pride in that.

He kidnapped and abused her.

Doesn't matter, Bones.

Okay. I... I didn't mean to upset you.

I just...

You know, when I grew up, I had a father...

(sighs) Never mind.

He... he hit you.

I know.

But it's not the same, Booth.

I... I got to do better, you know.

I... I have a son of my own, and look, I just... I don't want him to ever see that side of me-- ever.

Your son is very lucky, Booth.

You have to know that.

Yeah.

But I just... I want it to be about more than luck.

That's all.