06x13 - The Daredevil in the Mold

[bunniefuu]

Cheers! Cheers! Yeah.

(exhales sharply)

I-I really appreciate you talking to me, Agent Booth.

Well, you know what? You're buying. Here you go.

I just love Daisy so much.

Yeah. I just do. I just love her!

Right. I know. You said that.

We really should change the subject.

I can't. I can't! Why can't you?

I just... she's all I think about.

Her laugh, her little nose, her cute laugh, the things she does in bed, so imaginative.

You really have had too much to drink.

What about you? I gotta listen to you, that's why.

Finish all that.

(sighs) You think I'm too young to get married?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah? Just like that?

Yeah, just like that. You're too young.

But love and commitment don't have age restrictions.

Daisy's ready.

Yeah. So? So?

I can't imagine my life without her.

Well, let's just talk about something else. How about sports?

How about those Capitals? I want to get married.

How about action films? Let's talk action movies. Right?

I don't want to be your age and wind up like you.

What'd you say?

I don't. You've never been married.

And that, that's sad to me.

What?

I don't want that to be where my life is headed, you know?

But I'm, I'm gonna propose to Daisy. I'm gonna do it.

Yeah? Yeah, I'm gonna do it.

Yeah. Yeah! Yeah.

Yeah. Well, you know what? I'm gonna propose to Hannah.

What?!

Yeah! I-I've been planning it for a while now.

Really?

Really.

Oh, my God!

You know, till death do us part.

I'm picking out the ring tomorrow.

Dude! That's great! Congratulation! Yeah.

We should, we should buy our rings together.

That's a good idea. Okay, yeah. Just don't go telling the world.

I don't want to hear everyone's opinion.

No, no. It's, it's stuck in my shrink vault.

My-My drunk shrink vault.

Yeah, it is. Congratulations.

Mm-hmm.

That's great news.

BOOTH: Oh!

Are you okay, Booth? You look a little pale.

I'm fine. You really don't have to yell, either.

Okay? I can hear you right here.

Geez, it's so bright up here, isn't it?

I feel like I'm walking on the sun.

You're suffering from alcohol poisoning, aren't you?

Poisoning? No.

Excessive consumption of alcohol poisons the liver and depletes its supply of glutathione and other reductive detoxification agents.

Okay, I got it. I had a little bit too much to drink last night, all right?

Okay! Lookit here! What happened to Mr. Mustard?

Looks like he was stuffed in a Snuggly.

The remains have been completely devoured by mold.

An aggressive pathogenic mold.

Decedent is male, early 20s, but the mold will have to be removed before I can discern (groans) anything else of value from the skeleton.

Are you okay, Booth?

He's hung over.

HODGINS: On a school day? Right.

Was it a fun drunk or a hell-with-the-world drunk?

Okay, look, I had a little bit too much to drink.

I was with Sweets. He wanted a little advice, that's all.

Ooh, about Daisy, I imagine. I'd get soused, too.

Pliny the Elder thought eating fried canaries would alleviate a hangover.

Canaries, right. I'll put that on my shopping list.

Who found Captain Moldy here?

The owner of the building. Came up to fix the AC.

Sweets must view your relationship with Hannah as being quite healthy, if he asked you for advice.

What happened over here?

It looks like something was dropped there.

SAROYAN: We think the victim.

It's very unlikely that he fell out of the sky.

And there are drag marks from that damage to where we found the body.

Indicating someone hid the body behind the air conditioner.

Okay, so the victim was dropped here.

Fallen angel?

You're not helping.

And someone dragged him over there.

Presumably, the k*ller.

Hide by the AC and he took off over there through the exit down the stairs and off into the night.

Only, he didn't use the stairs.

That door only opens from the inside, and it's alarmed.

There's no sign of it being tampered with.

Then how did they get up here?

(groans)

(waves crashing gently)

HODGINS: This is a phylogenetic mold.

Deuteromycota, I think.

It couldn't have originated on the roof.

It could help determine where he was before he was m*rder*d.

Fisher, you gonna be playing that all the time?

It's surf from a beach in Hana.

The doctor said the soothing sounds could help dispel my sense of dread and hopelessness.

Oh, also herbal tea helps.

And it's working?

Other than more frequent trips to the bathroom, I'm chill.

Why are we listening to the ocean?

It's relaxing.

Please turn it off.

Why are my bones not clean, Dr. Hodgins?

I have to determine exactly what I'm dealing with first.

Then I'll know how to remove it without damaging the bones.

I did, uh, X-ray the remains, Dr. Brennan, and I marked the fractures.

There appear to be fractures on almost every bone.

These are at least two years old.

These are about one year old.

And these are all fresh and could possibly be cause of death.

Huh. I hope I got them all.

Yes. I believe you did an excellent job with these, Mr. Fisher.

So who was our victim, a moldy crash test dummy?

♪ Bones 6x13 ♪
The Daredevil in the Mold
Original Air Date on February 10, 2011

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method Well, usually I'm the one that removes the remaining flesh from the bones.

Yes, but in this case, the remaining flesh is mostly a fungus, which is my area of expertise.

Okay, that won't mark the bone, will it?

No, it's nylon.

However, it's perfect for strangling.

(waves crashing gently)

Are you just gonna stand there?

(hums)

Fisher?

(button clicks)

Ah!

What the hell?!

Are you just gonna stand there?

I can't do anything until I can get my hands on the bones.

But don't worry about me.

I have my wave sounds.

Really? Yes.

I'm making mold steaks, and you're listening to...

You can't hear me anymore.

Hmm...

(loudly): Have you identified the mold?

You can't hear me, so I can say whatever I want, you morose bastard.

I can read lips.

How many bones are broken?

I can see evidence of approximately 120 remodeled breaks.

Excuse me?

120 bone breaks that have already healed?

Approximately. I'm not done yet. I hope that among all the antemortem fractures is some more current instance of bone damage that might suggest cause of death.

Well, with all these fractures, we should be able to identify the victim through medical records.

I'll put out an all-points bulletin for a human piñata.

Mr. Fisher, how long will Hodgins be with the bones?

(waves crashing)
Why is he ignoring me?

Hodgins-- how long?

Oh. Uh, if I take him literally, about eight hours.

Fine, then you might as well begin cataloging the damage.

Wow. Uh, I'm gonna need a pen and paper.

I have got some good news, some bad news and some more good news.

Start with the good news. Yeah.

The remains were devoured by a myxomycota mold from the protista kingdom, more commonly known as dog vomit slime mold.

That's the good news?

Yes, because the mold hitchhiked a ride to that rooftop on the victim.

And we might be able to use that to trace his movements.

The bad news is the condensation runoff from the A/C, combined with heat from the exhaust vent created mold nirvana.

That mold is obscuring a lot of the evidence.

Okay, good news, bad news.

Looks like all we're left with is some more good news?

I got a little present for us in the mold.

Ew!

The exoskeleton of a chimney swift bedbug.

Bedbugs? That's "more good news"?

Yeah!

Tracking bedbug outbreaks?

There's an app for that.

HANNAH: You're really not gonna eat anything?
(Booth groans)

BRENNAN: A hangover can inhibit appetite for up to 36 hours.

Man, I leave town for one night and you get wasted.

What was the occasion, old Army buddy?

He was with Sweets.

Did Sweets get drunk, too?

Blind drunk. He hugged me. (chuckles)

You can get arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

We just had a guy conversation.

A conversation about what?

Nothing.

Come on. What about?

Nah, nothing.

Just, uh...

Sweets and Daisy... moving forward, um...

You have an idealistic and highly romanticized notion of love.

Sweets was right to confide in you.

What'd you say about me?

You? Oh... nothing.

You were talking about love, and you didn't mention me?

Can we just talk about the m*rder?

Angela, men are idiots.

(groans)
I know that.

And you've got one of the good ones.

You said when I worked up a likeness...

Thank God.

MONTENEGRO: Yeah. Well, the facial bones were really damaged, so I did the best I could.

He looks pretty determined.

Yeah. With all those broken bones, I'm figuring daredevil.

HODGINS: There you are.

I have been looking for you.

Oh, God. You're not gonna ruin a perfectly good snack by talking about bedbugs, are you?

If you want, I can call them "bunnies."

I'd appreciate that. Thank you.

Right. Okay, so, there have been an outbreak of bedbug... nnies across the entire Eastern Seaboard.

But, luckily for us, the bed... bunny we found on the victim was a special chimney swift bedbunny.

Okay.

Three hotsheet motels along Lancing Avenue were especially hard hit.

By... bunnies?

Yeah, yeah. And mold.

Oh, the same dog slime mold that ate our victim?

Dog vomit slime mold.

I'm just gonna finish this later.

I didn't name it.

Anyway, anyway.

The health department, right? They sent a truck to pick up all the mattresses.

One of the motels said they had stacked the stuff outside and it all got stolen.

By a g*ng of BMX bike riders.

I'm assuming you've made some sort of connection?

Tons of broken bones?

BMX bike riders?

And maybe they wanted something softer than concrete to land on.

Mm-hmm. A little dry.

Good, though.

(slurping)

Mmm.

♪ Who's gonna bring the flying pain? ♪
♪ Black and blue, black and blue ♪
♪ This is a w*r, it ain't no game ♪
♪ Black and blue, black and blue ♪
♪ Didn't your mama tell you ♪
♪ Not to go down to Santa Cruz? ♪
♪ You're gonna leave here black and blue... ♪

So, I told you that my sketch might-might not be exact.

Well, then I'll describe the injuries and maybe a witness can help you with a new sketch. Whoa!

Am I supposed to just pretend to be an FBI agent?

Because what I'm wearing isn't very...

You know, Angela, just be yourself.

Go in strong. Be yourself.

Excuse me.

FBI Special Agent Booth. This here is Dr. Temperance Brennan.

And I'm Montenegro. Angela Montenegro.

Hey. Pete Casriel.

What can I do for you?

Are you missing anyone from this playground?

I beg your pardon?

Simple question. Do you have any kids who used to be here all the time who aren't anymore?

It's not school, bro.

We don't take attendance here.

No lip, Pete.

That too much?

Yeah. Show him the picture.

BOOTH: You recognize this guy?

BRENNAN: He would have broken a lot of bones.

He looks like a lot of guys.

Everyone around here, though, has a broken a bone or two, though. You know?

Aren't you a little old to be subjecting your body to this kind of abuse?

I held the world record for the longest ice pick grind for, like, two years when I was a young bucko.

Just got right into the blood.

(whistles)

Right. I used to ride go-carts. But I grew out of it.

Yeah, well, that's you.

Anyway, it's like The Condor once said, man.

"You're gonna be woken up unconscious pretty often if you're going to have fun the way I like to have fun."

Come check this out.

♪ This is my world, this is my life ♪
♪ The clock strikes, you feel the pain in your chest ♪
♪ It's time to sleep, but your mind won't let you rest ♪
♪ Your thoughts are swift, it's a battle in your mind ♪
♪ No matter what you do it just continues rising ♪
♪ Broken, broken in two ♪

PETE: See that? That was a massive invert.

Before he got it right, that kid broke his arm--

I don't know-- like, three times.

♪ A day like this ♪

Hey, uh, there's our bedbug mattresses.

♪ The feeling hits you, you're dizzy from your thoughts ♪
♪ Your brain is swollen, it's like a mental g*nsh*t ♪

Okay, you know, I've seen enough of this.

Excuse me, kid. Whoa.

FBI. Whoa!

Hey, uh, excuse me.

Hello? The guy said, "FBI."
Hello?

BOOTH: Everyone just... Whoa, whoa. FBI.

Hey, guys. Can, just...

Bones, what are you doing? Bones?

MONTENEGRO: Brennan.

♪ Have you ever ♪

Stop!

♪ Had a day like this? ♪

(groans)

What the hell, lady?

You should wear shin guards.

Do you recognize this young man?

Yeah. Sure. That's D-Rott.

Nice sketch, Ange.

♪ This is my world ♪

(boy groaning)
♪ This is my life. ♪
♪ ♪

That leg should be set.

You really shouldn't try to stand.

I'm okay. It's only broken a little bit.

A little bit?

Does your mother know what you're doing out here?

What?

She's pregnant.

The FBI is weird, dude.

Right. Before they cart you off to the hospital, what can you tell us about D-Rott?

He wiped out so many times that he was cut and broken and bruised so much that he looked like he was rotting.

Hence the moniker.

Does D-Rott have a real name?

Dustin. Dustin Rottenberg.

He's pretty much the best rider in the area.

Maybe the East Coast.

Is he in trouble?

No. He's dead. Oh, my God.

That explains why he hasn't been around.

Did Dustin do something crazy?

We found him on a warehouse rooftop in the Navy yards.

Idiot.

Shouldn't you at least pretend to be upset?

BOY: Dustin was trying to get sponsored.

He'd been doing video stunts over in the Navy yards, and he posted them online. They're awesome.

Yeah. He wanted to get a sh*t of himself jumping from roof to roof, so I designed a ramp for him.

Designing a ramp like that requires extensive knowledge of physics, geometry...

I'm a mechanical engineering student at GW.

The design wasn't finished yet.

He never should have used it.

Well, we didn't find a ramp there.

BRENNAN: There was someone with him on the roof.

They moved his body. Any idea who that could have been?

No. Uh...

He rode with a lot of people.

Well, if you hear anything, just give me a call.

BOY: Hey.

What are you guys gonna do with D-Rott's bike?

Those wheels were sweet.

I'll pay whatever you want.

We didn't find the bike.

So some bastard probably k*lled him for his bike?

Hey. So listen up.

Our child is not riding skateboards or bicycles or playing football until he is old enough to pay his own medical bills.

It's okay if I don't take you seriously, isn't it?

Are the hormones talking again?

Screaming, actually.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not throwing up for, like, months just so this kid can break his leg or something.

Noted.

Ew and ew.

What are you doing, babe?

I am going to shake them through these filters until they give me what I want.

You're getting that mad scientist look in your eyes.

I always wanted to be a mad scientist.

I'm living the dream, baby.

Baby.

(Hodgins smooches, Montenegro laughs)

So what do you want our kid to be, anyway?

I mean, if we could decide and make it happen without being those annoying parents that we hate?

Anything I want?

Anything.

A musician.

Hard rock and '50s West Coast jazz, who's also an astrophysicist specializing in extraterrestrial studies, who also has a secondary degree, not necessarily a doctorate, in 20th-century political theory and its relationship to corporatism.

Ooh. Who also does k*ller stand-up on the weekends.

Oh, wow.

What about you?

What do you want our baby to be?

Well, "mad scientist" sods good to me.

(punk music plays on TV)

Hey, Noel.

This is awesome.

They're like birds that can ride bikes but without all the wings and feathers.

Yeah, right.

Give me that.

Hey. Look, man.

I'm really sorry.

Sorry for what?

Oh. I'm not here for breaking into that...

Never mind. Hey. I'm Noel.

My eyes are red from allergies.

Okay. I'm Dr. Sweets. Oh, cool.

So you can write prescriptions? Listen, Noel.

We need you to find a bike. We think it was stolen.

You sure this is a good idea?

Look, I've used Noel before.

You know, to tail people, to sniff things out.

If anyone can find that bike, it's Noel. Noel?

Yeah. My powers of observation are acute.

Yeah, I saw the, uh, stalking arrest on your rap sheet.

Look, Noel, we think that someone was k*lled for the bike.

♪ ♪

This one.

It was last seen in the Navy yard.

All right. No problem.

I'll need a cell phone, a car, and $500 cash to get started.

I'll tell you what. Why don't we just drop the charges for whatever it is you stole?

What exactly did I steal?

I don't know, but you stole something, right?

Yeah, I must have.

Mm-hmm. So we got a deal?

$50 bucks for my glaucoma medicine?

Tell you what. Let me see the bike, and we'll talk.

All right. Deal.

Deal. Deal. Amazing.

(beeping)

Have you cataloged the injuries, Mr. Fisher?

(waves crashing gently)
Mr. Fisher?

Oh!

I was trying to get your attention, Mr. Fisher.

I'm so sorry.

I was on Hat Bang Sak Beach in Thailand.

You're of more use here.

What... What is that smell?

Oh. Reishi tea.

It's calming, but makes me go, so...

Show me what you've learned from the bones.

Right. Two minutes. I'm just going to use the john.

I don't have the time. Now.

Okay, but the tea and... and the sounds of the ocean...

Mr. Fisher, I have many interns to choose from.

Right.

Um...

Okay. Uh...

I think I may have found the cause of death.

I've separated the bones with perimortem breaks.

All the breaks here, from the C4 and below are anterior wedge fractures.

Yes. Uh, I'm just gonna cut to the chase.

The victim d*ed from internal decapitation.

Blunt force trauma to the chin, which snapped the neck and k*lled him.

That's it.

Very good, Mr. Fisher.

Perhaps the tea is working.

I assure you, it is.

I thought you said you had to go to the restroom. Thank you.

(clears throat)

Hey, Noel. I got your call. What do you got for me?

I'm sorry, man. I didn't know you were hungry.

You want mine?

No, I don't want your hot dog.

The bike. Oh, right.

That kid over there in the grey plaid shirt.

Dude must know his dogs, because these are great.

This is, like, my fourth foot.

I saw him shoplift down the street.

He took off on the bike.

It's sitting over there next to the garbage can.

Thanks. Anytime.

Except for the early mornings.

Are you sure you don't want a bite?

Hey. FBI!

(tires screech)

(horn honks)
Oh!

(grunts)

(Noel groans)

Come on.

NOEL: Dude!

That's got to be worth another $20.

$20?

(grunts)
Where's my dog?

These are eight fake IDs which we found on your person.

What I'm trying to do here, Orlando, is try to figure out if you're just another shifty kid or a m*rder*r. Sit down.

(chuckles)

I didn't... I didn't m*rder anybody.

Okay, look.

Look, I-I sell these things for a hundred bucks a piece, but-but m*rder?

No. That's not me.

Right. So, where'd you get the bike?

I found it.

Found it?

You know it's worth two grand?

What, all b*at up like that?

Yeah, the owner of this bike is dead.

Oh, this is terrible.

You know a Dustin Rottenberg, A.K.A. D-Rott?

No, I don't know Dustin or D-Rott.

I found the bike.

Where?

Between two buildings at this industrial park in the Navy yards.

Just lying there, all b*at up and on the ground.

So I took it.

See that?

Doesn't it feel good to tell the truth?

SAROYAN:
We want you to perform a postmortem on the bicycle.

It's just like a skeleton, Angela.

The oxidized scratches are analogous to remodeled bone breaks, indicating they happened quite some time ago.

Any marks without oxidation will be considered the perimortem injuries.

We were thinking you could recreate the bike accident.

Okay, I mean, maybe I could, but why?

We will recreate what happened to the human victim while you recreate what happened to his bicycle.

Then we can see whether the internal decapitation was an accident or m*rder.

(shouting): What's that?

(shouting): What?

What's that?!

What's what?!

That chunk there. Hey, hey.

You don't have to yell.

I was just on Nerja Beach in Spain.

Give me a second to reenter joyless reality.

That could be a number of things, man.

Could be a fragment of schist, or perhaps the ossification of an organic material such as...

It's bone.

Are you sure?

I'm calm, I'm focused, I'm sure.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Aah!

Not cool, man.

I ran a number of scenarios on the victim's body to explain the injuries on the bones.

Check this out.

Whoosh.

Why are you using toys? I'm pregnant.

I can't seem to pass a toy store without going in it.

Boy or girl, my kid is gonna love these.

I'm sure. How many variants are you using?

I matched the victim's injuries to each of the following possible scenarios.

Landing on two tires, one tire, upside down, back tire, and even on its side.

How many injuries match the damage to the bicycle?

All of them but one.

Which injury?

The internal decapitation.

For that to happen, the chin would have to hit the ground at a force of approximately 1,200 pounds per square inch.

Now, no matter how I position him...

The mandible remains uninjured.

And look where the bike ends up.

Exactly where the boy said he found the bike.

Exactly.

So our victim wasn't k*lled in the bicycle crash.

After he fell, someone struck him in his chin, severing his head from his neck.

That's what k*lled him.

Yup.

So, I found clothing fragments, insect larvae, wood splinters and roofing paper.

And a few bone fragments I gave to Fisher to see if he can work his magic.

Fisher has magic now?

Sure. He gets it from the tea.

It's a secret potion.

What's this?

HODGINS: Yeah, I'm not sure yet.

It's some kind of glass splinters.

But there was no broken glass on the roof.

The bone chip isn't bone.

It's a tooth.

It's really discolored.

Well, tetracycline does that.

Yes. Radiocarbon analysis shows the tooth comes from someone 23 or 24 years old.

Our victim's only 20. FISHER: Right.

Which means the tooth could not have come from our victim, and since tetracycline is used to treat chronic acne, we're looking for a pockmarked 23-year-old with a missing tooth.

Keep drinking that tea, Mr. Fisher.

Why am I here? I haven't done anything.

Well, your medical records show that you use tetracycline for you acne.

But that messed up your teeth.

Hey, dude, at least I don't look like a pizza.

I'm thinking of getting those whitener strips.

You know, in case I get a sponsor so I look good in the magazines.

You want a sponsorship, just like D-Rott?

We all do, dude.

Why do you think we put up with all the abuse?

D-Rott was going after the sponsorship that you wanted.

That pissed you off.

What the hell are you saying? He was my friend, dude.

Here's what I'm thinking happened.

You two got in a fight over the sponsorship, and you k*lled him.

See, we found this on D-Rott.

It's your tooth. He knocked it out.

(laughs)

What's so funny?

Course he knocked my tooth out.

I cut him off on the half pipe.

He went after me, and we b*at the crap out of each other.

A million people saw it.

He kept the tooth as a souvenir.

It was a joke between us.

Look. I even got one of his.

See?

Mr. Fisher.

Ah, okay.

Uh, we've determined that the mandible was struck on the right side, approximately 5.6 centimeters from the condyle.

Right? Mm-hmm.

But look at the fracture.

Looks like glass.

Okay, good.

I thought the tea might be getting to me.

Hodgins also found slivers of glass in the mold.

It looks like a thread that must have been left by the w*apon.

Very observant, Mr. Fisher.

I find I can be quite productive when not being crushed by despair.

I'm glad we have a reason to tolerate your foul-smelling beverages.

Take the thread to Dr. Hodgins.

We need to know what struck the victim.

(sniffing)

SWEETS:
Man, these are expensive!

BOOTH: What do you expect?
They're diamonds.

So, when you proposed last time, didn't you give her a ring?

Yeah, my grandmother's ring.

Ah. Why don't you just give her that one again?

Well, she had to swallow it when she was in Indonesia so it wouldn't get stolen.

Whoa. Well, did you ever get it back?

Yeah. Yeah, it just doesn't seem that romantic to propose with a ring that had to be fished out of the toilet, you know?

It is kind of gross. Hi.

Hi. Looking for an engagement ring, are we?

Yes. Yes, we are.

WOMAN: Okay.

Can I see this tray? Yes.

It's a nice tray.

It is. Right?

I'd like something like that.

Oh, an excellent choice, sir.

You must be very much in love.

Yeah.

SWEETS: Holy... smoke, Agent Booth, that's...

Hi. I was thinking something more along the lines of that one.

WOMAN: Really?

Yeah. Why?

Is she pregnant? I mean, do you have to get married?

No.

Well, then, I wouldn't bother proposing.

Not with a ring like that.

Don't listen to her, Sweets.

You get whichever ring that you want.

No, she's right.

I really am. Do you mind?

I'm just saying, there's no returns, no exchanges.

No, no. No, nah. I can't. Sorry. Can't do it.

Can't do it. I... If I'm thinking about the money, then I can't ask her to marry me.

Right? You were right.

I... I'm not ready.

I'm-I'm years away from being in your situation.

Look, I don't care what you do, all right?

I'm going for it. I love Hannah.

And I'm getting her... this one.

That's bigger than the last one.

You're a wonderful man.

A wonderful, wonderful man.

I'm quite moved, myself.

MONTENEGRO:
I used your design, and calculated every conceivable way that he could have gotten enough speed to cause the damage to the roof, but it doesn't match.

Oh, God.

What?

He didn't use that ramp.

It wasn't a jump from building to building.

Well, yeah, but he didn't drop from the sky.

Basically, he did.

This is my fault. He tried to use my other design.

No, Staci.

Dustin wasn't k*lled by the stunt.

His body was dragged to where he was found after he was k*lled.

You sure?

How do you think he got up there?

He made the jump from the ground.

He launched himself over 40 feet in the air?

I didn't think it was possible.

I told Dustin the design was only theoretical.

I did it for class, and the teacher flunked me.

Do you think that you can draw the design for me?

Sure.

Well, the-the ramp is on the ground.

He had to be going at least 40 miles an hour when he hit it to get enough height, see?

Yeah, but nobody can get that kind of speed on a bike.

I mean, not on that street. I know. Someone had to tow him to get a launch like that.

And whoever it was would have been the last person to see him alive.

This graphic is based on Staci's new ramp design.

HODGINS: Oh, oh, oh! Aw!

SAROYAN: So, it could have been anyone with him that day?

Anyone with a car that can go 40 miles an hour.

Well, that rules out Henry Ford.

But whoever struck him left behind these threads of glass.

Now, this is the glass thread we found in the victim's fractured mandible, and this... this is the thread we found in the mold.

Same magnification?

Exactly.

So they match?

They match. Good.

What kind of glass leaves threads like this?

Fiberglass. The kind of spun fiberglass used in casts.

So, the m*rder w*apon was a cast?

When I was in that BMX park, it seemed like everybody there had a cast on his arm. e samples from every broken arm we can find?

MONTENEGRO: Wait a minute.

We're not looking for a broken arm.

What do you mean?

He was struck in the chin by a blow that was strong enough to cause internal decapitation.

He was kicked.

He was totally kicked in the chin.

How many broken legs did you see?

Just one.

So, forensics found these fiberglass fibers on the body.

So?

So, they're remnants from your cast.

Oh. I'll be damned.

Well, we hung out together, so it's probably why, right?

Yeah, but Dustin Rottenberg's DNA was also found on your cast.

What does that tell you?

You kicked him.

Is-Is there... is there any chance that it wasn't my kick that k*lled him?

Like, maybe it was the accident, dude.

I don't know. You know, you can discuss that strategy with your defense lawyers.

Far as I'm concerned, Dr. Brennan says you're the one who k*lled him.

(sighs)

I was really hoping otherwise, bro.

Why did you kick him in the head?

I don't know. I was just...

I was so amped up, man, from the stunt.

I mean, if this thing had worked, bro, it was gonna be epic, I mean, historic.

You should have seen how fast he was going when he hit that ramp, dude.

You towed him?

Yeah, man, in my van.

And you know what?

It was perfect.

I saw it in the mirror.

I saw the-the bike head for the stars, man, like a rocket, just...
(whooshing)

Like the space shuttle, right?

It was beautiful.

But then when D-Rott didn't pop over that roof and wave he was okay, I knew he wasn't okay.

So I took the rope ladder and climbed up.

He was so messed up, man.

There was no sign of his bike anywhere.

Yeah, well, my people said that he hit the roof with the equivalent force of falling out of a two-story building.

I know. He was so pissed.

I leaned down to see if he was all right.

The dude hit me.

And we just started getting into it or whatever.

You fought?

He had a grip on my plums, man.

What was I supposed to do?

I just... I kicked out.

You kicked him in the jaw.

He had a grip on my plums, man.

It has an effect on your judgment.

I wish... Man, I-I wish he wouldn't have d*ed, though.

Hey, soldier.

Wow!

You looking for a good time? Yeah.

Look at you!

Wow. I...

You didn't answer the question. Well...

I, um...

Wow. I-I thought I was looking for a good time, but you know, the truth is, I, um...

I think I'm looking for a little bit more.

Well, don't underestimate a good time.

I, uh... I was gonna...

You know what? I was gonna wait, but...

I, um...

I love you, Hannah.

And I just...

When I met you, I really, honestly wondered if I was ever going to meet anyone again.

Seeley.

Oh, my God.

I, uh...

Marry me.

I want you to be my wife.

I...

Oh, Seeley.

I love you.

I really do...

But I can't.

I'm just not the marrying kind.

I am.

I know. I know you are.

I thought we would have more time before we got to this.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(sighs)

(sniffles)

(sighs)

So, what happens now?

What do you think happens now?

Now...

Can we just go back?

I'll walk in here, you tell me how good I look, I'll say thank you, we kiss, we'll have a nice dinner like... like this never happened.

We can just... go back.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Your turn.

What happens now?

I'll get my stuff out of your place.

How much time do you need?

To get out of your place?

Or to get over you?

♪ Buckets of rain, buckets of tears ♪
♪ Got all those buckets coming out of my ears ♪
♪ Buckets of moonbeams in my hand ♪

(sighs)

♪ You got all the love, honey, I can stand ♪

I do love you, Seeley.

I don't think we're done, but I can see we're done for now.

I'm just not the marrying kind.

You already said that.

I've said it plenty of times before.

I guess you weren't listening.

♪ I been meek, hard like an oak ♪
♪ I seen pretty people disappear like smoke ♪
♪ Friends will arrive ♪
♪ Friends will disappear ♪

(sighs)

♪ If you want me ♪
♪ Honey, baby, I'll be here ♪

(sighs)

(sighs)

♪ I like your smile and your fingertips ♪
♪ I like the way that you move your hips ♪
♪ I like the cool way you look at me ♪
♪ Everything about you bringing me misery ♪
♪ Little red wagon, little red bike ♪
♪ I ain't no monkey, but I know what I like ♪
♪ I like the way you love me strong and slow ♪
♪ I'm taking you with me, honey baby, where I go... ♪

You drunk?

Relatively.

Relatively, I'm drunk, meaning, I'm drunker than usual.

But no... I am not a drunk.

You sound... something.

Hannah called me. Ah!

Just...

Really, I-I...

I don't want to talk about that, okay?

I'm just... I'm over... I'm over it.

I'm done, okay?

So... what happens next?

What happens next?

What...?

I mean, you like evidence, right, Bones?

Well, here's the evidence.

The evidence is that there is something wrong here.

Now, I... I fell in love with a woman, and I had a kid.

She doesn't want to marry me.

Well, uh...

And then, the next woman-- well, she's...

Me.

Yeah, and now...

I mean, what is it with women who just don't want what I'm offering here?

Booth...

No. Just... You know what? Drink.

(glass clinks)
Drink.

I'm just really...

I'm just mad.

I'm just really mad at all of you.

All right? I'm just mad.

Okay, so... (sniffles)

You want to know how this is gonna work?

Okay, this is how this is gonna work.

Me and you are partners.

(sniffles)

That's what we do. We're partners.

All right? And I love that.

I think that's great.

And, uh, we-we're good people who catch bad people, right?

Yeah, and-and... and we argue, we-we go back and forth.

We're partners.

And sometimes after we solve a case, we come here, and we celebrate.

That's what we do. We celebrate.

So, as far as I can see, that is what happens next.

Are you okay with that?

Great, because, you know, if you are, tell you what.

You stay here and you have a drink with me.

All right, maybe, uh, we have a little small talk, chitchat.

And if you're not, well... you can leave.

There's the door.

And tomorrow I'll find you a new FBI guy.

Those are my only choices?

Yeah.

Those are your only choices.

(sighs)

Then I'll have a drink.