09x20 - The High In The Low

[bunniefuu]

What you got? Hey...!

MAN: Stick with it!

(dogs barking in distance, men shouting)

Hey! Go, go!

(grunts)

MAN: Caught a scent down that way!

MAN: Follow him now!

(man shouts)

MAN: Hey!

Down here! Hey!

(dogs whining, barking)

MAN: Easy! Hey! Easy, easy!

(shrieking)

(shrieking continues)

(dogs barking)

Get me out of here!

Take me back to jail!

I want to go back!

Here, boy, here!

(dogs barking)

(escapee shrieking)

(g*nf*re)

Hey, hey, hey!

Look at that.

Huh? Right?

I'm gonna hang that on the fridge.

Your sh**ting arm usually tires after this amount of time.

Well, you know, a lot of push-ups, pull-ups, my daily running.

I'm gonna ace this Bureau's competency test.

Are you been preparing for the mental portion of the exam, too?

I know what I'm doing.

Okay? Look.

They're gonna ask me some stupid questions.

And I'll score in the 90th percentile, like I always do, every year.

I assume you wanted to score higher than the 90th percentile.

There are games and applications to help hone your critical thinking skills.

I got my gut.

You're very set in your ways.

(phone ringing)
I'm not set in my ways.

I never have been, I never will be.

Okay.

Whoa, look at that, huh?

Maybe we can get you a game for your sh**ting.

Booth.

Yeah, okay. Okay, great, on our way.

Listen, we got a body in, uh, Great Falls National Park.

Okay. I'll drive.

I always drive.

I know, but since you're not set in your ways, it'll be a nice change.

Well... what-what do you mean "nice change"?

I always drive the car.

All I'm saying is that you could benefit by not being so stubborn.

(chuckles): I let you drive.

How is that being stubborn?

Even though you told me, the whole time, I was driving the wrong way?

What-wha-what are you t-talking about?

I was helping you out, all right?

Now, that is you being stubborn.

We got here, didn't we? You finally made it.

BOOTH: We did. Just in time to open the present.

Oh, whoa!

Very cool.
(Brennan gasps)

Oh! Wow!

Really? Seriously?

I mean, d-don't you guys ever get revolted by this stuff?

I mean, come on! Look at him!

He's folded in half like an omelet.

And I'm assuming he didn't just crawl in there himself.

(flies buzzing)

HODGINS:
Cossoidea, Camponotus pennsylvanicus...

So, most of these bugs are residents of the log, not the remains.

The nearest road around here's about two miles, so this is definitely not a drag and dump situation.

These remains are severely degraded and riddled with holes.

The fungus on these clothes says the victim's been here less than a year.

I mean, I'll be able to be more specific once I get these spores back to the lab.

Well, these bones are being eaten by termites.

BOOTH: Termites?

Actually, yeah, termites have been known to eat bone for the nitrogen.

BRENNAN: The sharp nasal sill suggests Caucasian, the presence of a Ventral arc indicates female. Look, guys.

There's a lot of bugs crawling in here.

Well, we uncorked the scent of death.

It's gonna attract thousands.

Bones, what do you say we just, you know, get her back to the lab?

Come on. I'm still working, Booth.

Aah, geez!

Something's crawling up my pants.

Oh, yeah. It's probably an alderfly. They like it up there.

'Cause, you know, it's warm, toasty.

You hang out with the termites.

I'm going back to the car.

Forget this.

I'm out.

There are so many bugs I can barely see the remains.

BRENNAN: How soon can you remove them, Dr. Hodgins?

I need the bones clean.

I gotta finish removing the clothing.

Then I'll try to pull DNA from this hair and scalp tissue, and start running it through CODIS.

Well, I hope you find a match, because the bugs' little facial feast here is gonna make a reconstruction impossible.

All right, based on the Aspergillus spores and the Stachybotrys chartarum colonies, the victim was dumped four months ago.

Ah, I love the smell of science in the morning.

Mr. Bray! Wendell!

Hey!

BRENNAN: Mr. Bray, very good to have you back.

HODGINS: This guy, rocking the naked noggin.

Sorry, let's not make this about me.

I actually think you're kind of making the cancer thing very sexy, Wendell.

BRENNAN: Ewing's sarcoma has an 80% mortality rate, Angela.

That's not sexy.

Thanks for the reminder, Dr. B.

My pleasure.

SAROYAN: Your treatment must've been pretty intense.

Are you sure you're ready to be back at work?

Being here is like vacation compared to chemo.

There's a slight incidence of erosive lesions on the metacarpophalangeal joints.

And a lot of bugs.

That, coupled with the multiple remodeled thoracic vertebral body fractures.

That suggests the victim may have suffered from lupus.

No wonder you missed me.

SAROYAN: But lupus has been known to cause terrible pain and organ failure.

Maybe we're dealing with a mercy k*lling.

I wasn't suggesting that having a serious illness makes life not worth...

I-I don't want any tiptoeing around my illness, okay?

I have cancer. It's part of my life.

For now.

Yes, for now.

So, we just have to accept...

I'm sorry, but is that distal phalanx crawling away?

Yeah, I should really probably get rid of these bugs.

♪ Bones 9x20 ♪
The High in the Low
Original Air Date on April 7, 2014

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method

♪

BOOTH:
Look, what's the big deal?

I know you help put the mental part of the test together.

Right, but that doesn't mean I can give you the answers, Booth.

I'm not looking for the answers, okay?

I'm just trying to see what kind of questions are gonna be on the test.

The test is day after tomorrow.

Don't you feel ready?

Come on, I was born ready.

Are you kidding me, huh?

Look at my past scores.

Never scored nothing lower than 90%.

Well, then I'm sure you'll be fine.

Yeah, forget I asked.

Just take a look at the pictures there.

So, what do you think? who hides a body in an old log?

You think Cam is right? This was a mercy k*lling?

No, whoever disposed of the body showed no respect, no care for her, uh...

Was the victim k*lled at the scene or was she dragged to the log?

Do you know? We don't know yet.

She's been there four months.

All this bad weather has washed the evidence away.

Now, my guess is that it was a spontaneous act.

Otherwise a grave would've been dug, right?

Great. Cam ran the DNA, but the victim wasn't in the system.

Now we don't know who we're dealing with.

So, you want to do better than the 90th percentile then?

I just want to solve this case.

Let's stop talking about the test.

All right.

I always do well.

So this is what the future looks like.

Yeah, and to think, a couple of months ago, this room was a janitor's closet.

I am so glad it's gone.

I can't imagine how many relationships began and ended in here. Right?

I'd like to officially introduce you to the Jeffersonian's new Three-Dimensional Holographic Emulation Outlet.

Or THEO for short.

Well, I've captured the contours of the victim's skull.

I feel like I should be wearing silly glasses and eating popcorn.

I'll have some next time -

I'll pop in a couple of eyeballs...

Apply the muscle...

Add the skin...

And the hair...

And we have our victim.

Okay.

Money well-spent.

Now, we run the hologram through Missing Persons.

How do you think, uh, Wendell is doing?

He's a little thinner.

But his work is superb.

I'm impressed.

Yeah. Me, too.

And I'm angry.

Old people die, not Wendell.

Wendell's very much alive, Angela.

And that's how he wants us to see him.

Yeah, but his odds... We have to do what he's doing.

Focus on what's possible.

(computer beeping)

I officially love THEO.

(quiet laugh)
We have our victim.

28-year-old Abby Briggs.

Reported missing by her sister four months ago.

BOOTH:
We're very sorry for the loss of your sister, Ms. Briggs.

Had your sister received any threats?

I mean, did she mention anyone who'd want to do this to her?

No.

But... we were busy, so I... sometimes we wouldn't talk for a few weeks at a time.

Your sister had lupus?

Yes.

She was diagnosed three years ago.

It was horrible.

I mean... (sighs) she even had to drop out of art school because it was too painful to draw.

Based on the amount of remodeled vertebral fractures, her case had to have been severe.

Yeah, she was in constant pain.

Which is why she was self-medicating.

"Self-medicating"? You mean she was...

Was she doing illegal dr*gs?

Oh, God, no, no.

She was using cannabis to treat the pain.

That could've been very effective for her.

Well, it is still illegal.

And being in contact with drug dealers can be very dangerous. No.

No, this was all legal.

Her doctor recommended it.

And she had her medical marijuana card.

Did it help her?

Abby had a bad reaction to pharmaceuticals, and the cannabis definitely helped.

I mean, she was even able to draw again.

She was so grateful, she even got a job at the dispensary.

We're go.na need the name of that dispensary.

Oh, sure. It's, um, it's the Full Health Wellness Center.

Abby said the doctor there saved her life.

You're gonna use pen and paper to remove the termites?

Pretty cool, huh?

What are you gonna do? Write "No Termites Allowed"?

Hey, you want clean bones, don't you?

Watch and learn.

Now, termites are guided by pheromones, so the black ink in the pen mimics the characteristics of their trail-making pheromone.

So you're gonna trick them into thinking this is a trail leading from the bone?

It's the least barbaric method I could think of.

Mm.

HODGINS: And if it works on this, it'll work on the rest of the bones.

BRAY: Oh, my God!

You're the Pied Piper of termites.

Pretty cool, huh?

(sighs)

I gotta tell you, Wendell, for a guy who's just had a bunch of cytotoxic chemicals pumped into his body, you appear to be doing great.

I don't really have a choice.

You do whatever you have to to get by, right?

Well, you' a stronger man than I am.

Making you look bad is one of the things that keeps me going.

(chuckles)

Hey, that's not termite damage.

There's a Monteggia's fracture to the proximal end of the ulna.

Huh.

More evidence of diffused blunt-force trauma to the right ulna as well.

Defensive wounds?

Yeah. Our victim didn't go down without a fight.

BOOTH: I can't believe we're driving to a pot store.

Cannabis is a reasonable alternative method of treating glaucoma, nausea, seizures.

Hey, Bones, I'm a federal agent, okay?

So, on a federal level, marijuana's still illegal.

But you're a resident of the District of Columbia, where it is not.

Why are we having this argument, all right?

Let's just stop, all right? I took an oath.

So from where I sit, the law is clear.

But cannabis has been used for thousands of years in a medicinal capacity.

Even the ancient Egyptians used marijuana to treat hemorrhoids.

Which, you know, they probably got from sitting around being stoned all day.

You're so set in your ways.

What, you think a couple hits from a, you know, a bong might help my critical thinking skills?

MAN: Dr. Burke, these are federal agents.

I'm Dr. Richard Burke.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.

This here's my associate, Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Full Help Wellness is in total compliance with DC laws.

If you shut us down, people will suffer.

Okay, just relax, okay? It's not a raid.

I just have to ask you a few questions about one of your employees, Abby Briggs.

Oh, God... Her remains were discovered in Great Falls National Park.

I kind of figured this was coming.

What's that?

Well, Abby was very passionate about the work that we were doing here.

She wouldn't have just disappeared without telling us.

Mm-hmm. Your work.

Yes, our work. I'm a doctor, not a drug dealer, Agent Booth.

My only concern here is helping our patients.

Well, Abby was k*lled four months ago.

Was there anyone who came through here who threatened her?

No, Abby was liked by everyone.

Excuse me, Dr. Burke. There was that kid.

Kid? Wait a second. What kid?

From Fulton University.

This is the security footage.

For the safety of employees and patients, everything in the dispensary from seed to sale is captured on security cameras.

This was taken the day before Abby disappeared.

MAN: Give me my card back.

This is fake, you know it!

It's not a fake. I'm sick!

You can get us shut down!

For God's sakes, who's gonna know? Get out of here!

Get out of here before I call the police!

I'm not gonna forget this.

Okay.

You don't remember this?

Uh, I think you were out that day.

It's possible. I-I do research as well as sell.

But I've heard of kids trying to get in other dispensaries, too.

YOUNG MAN:
I just wanted some weed.

I'm not a k*ller.

What you did was illegal, Adam. And I'm sure it wasn't the only illegal thing you ever done.

Come on. I made a bogus medical marijuana card.

It's the same thing as a fake I.D. for beer, right?

That lady freaked.

That woman has a name, all right?

It's Abby Briggs and she's dead. How about a little respect?

I'm sorry.

Look, I don't even smoke that much.

I swear, I just wanted a couple joints to celebrate.

Celebrate what?

I just won the Fulton Emerging Writers Award.

It's a big deal. Big deal.

And that wasn't good enough for you?

You needed what, a little weed to help you feel better about yourself?

Look, I'm not some dumb-ass pothead.

I get really good grades, I'm on a scholarship...

You're on a scholarship-- exactly.

And if Abby turned you in, you lose that scholarship and you get tossed out of school.

Check my record--

I've never been in trouble before.

We know that Abby fought with her k*ller, right?

We also know that you went to the Student Health Services and reported that you had two bruised ribs the day after she disappeared.

That's because the rent-a-cop at the dispensary whacked me with my flashlight when he threw me out.

What kind of a writer are you?

Fiction, non-fiction...?

Essays and things like that.

What does that have to do with anything?

I'm just trying to figure out how good you are at making up stories, that's all.

HODGINS:
Look at this.

Termites did a number on these bones.

Hmm. I checked out the victim.

She wrote a lot of articles.

She was pretty passionate about making sure people had access to cannabis.

Yeah? I had that same passion in college.

I'm serious. People like her made sure that people like me could get help.

You have a card?

I never smoked before the cancer.

I was strictly a beer guy.

But during the chemo, my doctor suggested it, to help with the nausea and the weight loss.

And? It helped?

Yeah. And early research from Israel shows that cannabis may also be effective in fighting the growth of cancer cells.

Plus, with a 80% mortality rate, why wouldn't you try anything that looks promising?

Listen, man, I just want you to know why I'm doing it, and I would never do it when I'm working.

Hey, man, you don't have to make excuses on my account.

If I were in your shoes, I'd be doing the exact same thing. It's for you.

Thanks.

Maybe we could keep this between us?

Of course, sure, but, buddy, no one is gonna judge you for that.

Especially not here.

Oh, whuh-oh!

It looks like I'm taking one of your friends.

What is he doing here?

That's Dendroctonus frontalis, it's a southern pine beetle.

Okay. It's just that the log and all the trees around it are white oaks.

This little guy got introduced to the log from someplace else.

(computer trilling)

(blipping)

Hey, how'd it go with the college kid?

Not sure. He's pretty dumb for a smart kid.

I'm gonna keep an eye on him.

Oh! Stupid game.

What are you doing?

Ah, some critical thinking game that Bones keeps talking about.

To improve your test score?

This is fine for the squints, but for me, you know what? I'm in the 90th percentile, so, you know, if it ain't broke, then you know what I mean?

Yes, I do.

Good. You know what? Glad you agree.

I just said I know what you mean.

This is the victim's sketch book.

She was able to draw again when she started medicating.

BOOTH: Wow, she was good. Yeah, very.

In my clinical training, we used subjects' artwork as a sort of window into their subconscious.

Look at, look at this one.

BOOTH: Wait a second. That's the security guard.

SWEETS: Notice how he's staring at her.

He's ogling her in every image of him.

And there are a lot.

No matter what's going on around him, he's always staring at her. He wanted her.

And notice how far away she places herself from him in every picture.

He's in love with Abby, and she didn't want anything to do with him.

Maybe he couldn't take no for an answer.

It's a logical conclusion.

I got that with no computer game, hmm?

Hey. How about that?

These are the last of the bone fragments that Hodgins found in the log.

Very good, Mr. Bray.

Your work on this case has been excellent.

Thank you.

How are your side-effects from chemotherapy?

They've been pretty severe.

I was given metoclopramide and granisetron, but the expense and the side-effects, they-they aren't agreeing with me.

There appears to be evidence of blunt-force trauma to the ascending ramus of the right mandible.

The depressed collinear fracture's consistent with an impact from a curved blunt object.

Hmm.

Perhaps you should try cannabis.

I'll be fine.

I would never recommend ingesting it recreationally, because it's illegal, but medicinally, if the pharmaceuticals are problematic, I would definitely try it.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

Didn't Booth say that the college kid accused the security guard of hitting him with a flashlight?

Yes.

Well, the curved handle of the heavy flashlight could have certainly caused this fracture to the mandible.

You think I k*lled her with my flashlight?!

This is crazy!

Crazy? I don't know. What was it, Carl, was it one of those, "If I can't have her, no one can"?

No! No?

Look, she was friendly to me for a long time, so I got the signals mixed up.

But then she changed.

She started acting secretive at work whenever she saw me.

So I backed off.

What do you mean by secretive?

Like, she'd be talking with a patient, and I'd walk in the room, and they'd both stop talking.

Maybe you creeped her out.

Maybe.

You hear what they were talking about?

No. Like I said, she would just clam up and stare at me when I walked in.

Awfully convenient of you to bring all this up now.

I need your flashlight to compare to injuries on Abby.

Oh.

"Oh," what?

I don't have that one anymore.

The one I had when Abby was still there.

Why does that not surprise me?

BRENNAN: While this isn't the guard's flashlight, it is the same make and model we saw him carrying on the security video.

The fracture lines are consistent with a blow from a flashlight this heavy.

However, the dimensions of the fracture are too narrow to have been created by this model.

So it wasn't the guard.

All we've determined is that it's not his flashlight.

Booth still feels that he's a viable suspect, so he could have used another w*apon.

Dr. Brennan, I-I can't lie to you.

Why would you have to?

I have been using cannabis.

Why would you lie about that?

Because I didn't want you to think that it would compromise my performance.

I-I would never use it at work.

Mr. Bray, we're scientists.

Hopefully, we're not ruled by hysteria, fueled by ignorance.

You're fighting for your life.

Yeah, but while I'm here, I want you to think that I'm living it well.

I do.

As a matter of fact, I think that you're an example to us all.

Is there anything else?

No.

Then I noticed a fracture to the superior aspect of the left clavicle.

Oh, the termites had a feast with that one.

There appears to be a V-shaped cleft.

BRAY: The angle of the wound track is too wide to have been caused by a blade and too narrow to have been created by the w*apon that fractured the mandible.

So we're looking for a w*apon that's both curved and blunt, but also has sharp corners.

Unless the k*ller used multiple weapons.

Or we're dealing with multiple K*llers.

What, did you call down here just to impress me?

No. But now you know how I get ready for a test.

Especially since you won't help me.

I'm sorry for having scruples.

All right, well, anyways, I went through Abby's credit card statements.

Three months before she was m*rder*d...

Mm-hmm?

...she was buying camping equipment.

No. Based on what we know about her, she wasn't an outdoorsy type.

Why is she spending money on tents and hotplates when she doesn't even have any money to begin with?

Maybe she was combating issues of self-reliance, right?

'Cause of the lupus? Maybe she felt she needed to prove to herself that she could still survive on her own.

Right. And what better place to do that than good old Mother Nature?

Come on, let's go. Oh.

What? This is a cognitive exercise board for abstract thinking. Yeah, I know.

Bones, she just put that in my bag, you know?

It's not like I'm using it or anything like that.

Come on, just shut your mouth, let's go to work, okay?

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, Dr. Saroyan, do you have a minute?

Of course.

Have you found something?

Oh, uh, yes, Dr. Brennan and I found evidence to suggest there may have been more than one assailant.

Thanks. I will pass that along to Booth.

Okay...
(clears throat)

I'm sorry, was there something else?

Yes, I, uh... had a talk with Dr. Brennan and I thought I should tell you...

I've been using cannabis to help with my chemo.

Oh.

Okay. Legally, of course. I'm not going into any dark alleys or anything like that. Oh...

I understand.

Uh, do you find that it's, uh, been working for you?

Uh, chemo is still tough, but, uh... it helps, very much so.

(sighs)
Then I would feel horrible asking you to stop.

You want me to stop?

No, I...

This is a federal institution, Mr. Bray.

And federally, there's no such thing as legal marijuana use.

Well, yeah, I'm... I'm not using it at work.

Well, it doesn't matter. In the eyes of the law, your use of a Schedule One drug could call into question every piece of evidence you handle.

Even if we did catch the k*ller, he could walk because of you.

What are you... what are you saying?

I'm saying...

(sighs)

...that as long as you're using marijuana, I-I can't allow you to work here.

You're f*ring me?

There are rules that I have to follow, Mr. Bray, as much as I hate them.

I understand.

I'm really, really glad that this treatment is working for you.

I-I... I appreciate that.

And, uh... I'm sorry I put you in... in an awkward position.

I'll go gather my things.

I... uh... Mr. Bray...

I'm sorry.

(sighs)

HODGINS:
I cannot believe that Cam fired him!

Who fires somebody with cancer?

This is my fault.

I told him that no one here was gonna judge him.

It's not your fault, honey. It's Cam's.

She said herself that he was doing great work.

Yeah? Well, maybe I should tell Cam that if Wendell's gone, I'm gone, too.

Except you know that Wendell would not want that.

This totally sucks.

You guys wanted to see me?

I know, I know...

He needs this job, Cam.

With what he's going through, he-he needs to be a part of something.

He needs a family.

Thank you, Dr. Hodgins, because I didn't feel bad enough.

Then why can't you just tell...

You know why.

I mean, you guys are looking for a villain in all this and you've settled on me, and if that makes you feel better, fine.

But hate me while we work on this case.

Angie, do you mind calling up a satellite image of Great Falls National Park?

MONTENEGRO: So the X is where the body was found.

All right, we need to find a grove of Pinus virginiana, or Virginia Pine.

It-it's got to be where the southern pine beetle came from.

Well, how do I do that?

There should be one northeast of where the dump site was.

Just look for a patch of yellowish vegetation.

Okay. Got it.

And the pollen I found?

Cirsium vulgare.

It's-it's spear thistle.

It's got to be near a body of water.

Well, this stream is the only water source.

All right, we're looking for a purple flower, then.

The pollen from that was the last thing she inhaled before she d*ed.

Yeah. Good. Bingo.

You found the m*rder site.

Yeah, great.

BOOTH: Well, it was definitely Abby's campsite.

Look at that.

We, if she was k*lled here, we might be able to find some blood.

Look, you think that I should call Wendell?

BRENNAN: Do you find that his getting fired changes your stance on medicinal marijuana?

Come on, I don't have that luxury.

The law is the law.

You know that, Bones. BRENNAN: Well, in Virginia, it's illegal for children to trick-or-treat on Halloween.

Premarital sex is also illegal there.

We had sex before we were married in Virginia.

Wait a second. That's different. Everybody has sex.

BRENNAN: Well, there's blood, Booth. BOOTH: Blood?

Yeah. That's not all we've got.

Oh!

Abby was growing marijuana? BOOTH: Hah!

Looks like about half the plants have been taken, too.

I mean, you think the weed is what got her k*lled?

Well, if this was all about the weed, then why'd the k*ller just take half?

Hey. WENDELL: Hey.

Thanks for meeting me. Yeah.

Listen, uh, sorry about what happened today.

Yeah, yeah. Me, too. How's the case coming?

Oh, you know. One step forward, two steps back.

Just trying to figure out why she would grow her own weed, you know, illegally.

You'll do it. You always do.

All right. Coffee.

Yeah. WAITRESS: Coming up.

But that's not why we're meeting, huh?

I do miss helping with the case.

But, uh... no.

I was just wondering... you would've done the same thing, wouldn't you?

You know, Cam really didn't really have a choice.

Neither would I. Yeah, I get that, but... just... it makes no sense that I'm being punished.

I'm just fighting the cancer any way that I can, just like you told me to.

No, look, I understand that, but Wendell, I, you know... I work in the law. Okay?

I'm a law-abiding citizen, I always have been.

I've never even touched the stuff.

Hey, I-I respect that.

I really do. I...

I didn't come here to make you feel guilty...

(sighs)

I just wanted you to know that I'm not a loser.

I would never think that you're a loser.

What you're dealing with, and...

Forget that I'm an agent right now, all right?

I'm your friend.

And you shouldn't have been punished for it.

Yeah.

Thanks, man, that... that means a lot, coming from you.

I couldn't figure out why Abby was growing her own pot.

I mean, she had a whole dispensary to take advantage of.

So I analyzed the remaining plants we found in the woods.

Well, she was very knowledgeable.

I imagine her plants were of high quality.

They were, but not in the way you'd imagine.

So the Tetrahydrocannabinol content in her strain was only four percent.

That's extremely low.

It would barely have any psychoactive effect.

And check this out.

So the strain tested through the roof for cannabidiol.

CBDs.

CBDs account for the medicinal effects of marijuana.

Exactly. It's perfect for use as a... as an anti-inflammatory, uh, anti-nausea medicine, for seizures, glaucoma...

It would give relief to patients without getting them intoxicated.

But that wouldn't have been a big seller at the dispensary.

But Abby wasn't in it for the money.

So after searching through five mind-numbing days of dispensary footage, I think I might have found something.

MONTENEGRO: Huh? Did you catch it?

The handshake.

She only shook hands with every few patients.

And Abby always initiated it.

Here are a few others.

Okay... so she's very friendly.

Maybe these are her favorite people.

Could be.

But look what she's got in her hand.

Abby was dealing her own pot out of the dispensary?

BOOTH: You gave up a lot to open up your dispensary, didn't you, Dr. Burke?

Even closed your medical practice.

I didn't feel as if I was giving up anything.

I'm still doing research and I'm still helping patients.

But if somebody jeopardized your operation, you'd lose everything.

I can imagine that would make you very angry.

What are you getting at?

BOOTH: We have evidence that Abby sold pot out of your shop.

(scoffs)
Okay, that's ridiculous.

We have the best medicine. Abby knew that.

There'd be no need for her to.

But you don't have the strain that Abby was selling.

High in cannabidiol, low in THC.

I see where you're going with this.

But only licensed growers can supply your dispensary.

And none of them grow the strain high in cannabidiol.

Which is what I told her when she asked about the strain.

So you warned her.

Yes.

Right.

But... not that way.

You could have lost everything you'd worked for because of Abby.

BOOTH: You know what I think happened?

I think you went out to talk to her.

You followed her out to her grow, right?

You're out in the middle of nowhere, things got out of hand... No.

So you k*lled her to save your business.

You know, I've tried to help.

The Feds always try to demonize us.

I'm not saying another word without my lawyer.

I was looking through the crime scene photos...

We found the victim's blood on numerous trees, rocks, bushes...

This is a high-velocity blood spatter.

Which means it's arterial.

Well, the amount of blood expelled is consistent with a sliced carotid.

I can call in another intern to help you, if you'd like.

Unless that intern is Mr. Bray, I'm fine.

I thought you, of all people, would understand.

I made the logical call, Dr. Brennan.

You're asking him to choose between his job and his health.

I did what's best for this institution and you're not gonna convince me otherwise.

You were right.

I know.

Thank you for finally realizing.

I meant regarding the carotid.

There's a slight incision on the right greater cornu of the hyoid.

And whatever caused this wound would've had to first transect the right external carotid.

The cut appears to be very clean, very precise.

Not at all like the messy injuries surrounding it.

It's as if the k*ller knew exactly where and how to deliver a quick fatal cut.

Sounds like the work of a doctor.

The week of the m*rder, the doctor was speaking at a conference on marijuana policy reform.

So, you know, his lawyer had travel receipts and witnesses.

I'll go through all the evidence at the lab again.

Must be tough without Wendell.

He was a great help.

I think it was wrong, just so you know.

I mean, he put a face on it for me.

You took an oath.

I'm sorry if I implied you were stubborn.

That's okay, it's just sometimes I can just be, you know what, determined, that's all.

And I shouldn't have pushed you about your test.

You're a great agent.

I never meant to imply...

It's okay, you know?

I've been doing the exercises.

I mean, even that stupid book.

Oh. Yeah, but I'm not gonna need it after I do the test.

Maybe I'll just burn it.

You know? Sorry to interrupt.

Hey, Wendell, have a seat.

Ah, that's okay, this'll just take a second.

Cam told me I could find you here.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, it's just when I handed over my badge and stuff, I forgot to give you my case notes.

I'll miss you in the lab, Mr. Bray.

You're still coming by this weekend for the game, right?

Yeah, of course.

I'll bring brownies.

My dispensary has a great recipe.

Just kidding.

I have a doctor's appointment.

I'll let you guys get back to it.

(sighs)

There's got to be something we can do for him, right?

Oh, he found a microscopic, cross-shaped puncture along the curvilinear fracture to the mandible.

I have no idea what that means, but I hope it's good.

BRENNAN: Because of Mr. Bray's notes, we can add the cross-shaped puncture wound to the trauma on the mandible.

Which suggests it was created by the point of a triangular tool.

Ah, great. I'll add that to the ever-growing list of m*rder weapons which we cannot identify.

The location of the puncture suggests one strike from one w*apon.

A w*apon that's circular, triangular, blunt and sharp enough to slice the victim's throat.

That's a tall order.

I'll feed all the images into the search to see if we get any hits.

Hmm!

Did Salvador Dali ever design a w*apon?

Place the sphere on top of the pyramid.

Right, 'cause this can't get any weirder.

I believe the victim was first struck in a downward motion with the circular part of the w*apon, creating the fracture to the right-side mandible.

That portion of the w*apon broke off, exposing the triangular aspect underneath.

Right, which created the puncture mark next to the break.

And the point of the triangle then continued downward, transecting the carotid.

Before ultimately coming into contact with the left-side clavicle and creating the V-shaped cleft.

Huh. It all lines up.

This is the only object that makes sense, based on the injuries.

So we have an unrecognizable w*apon with a bizarre shape.

And no matches.

Oh.

Looks like our m*rder w*apon was a trophy.

"Fulton University Emerging Writers Award."

Can you enlarge this photo?

So, after using the trophy as a m*rder w*apon, you wiped off the blood and you gave it back to your parents?

They must have been very proud.

Until we seized the award and arrested you for m*rder.

Why would I k*ll her? BOOTH: Why? Because you're a drug dealer on campus. Plus, she cut off your supply at her dispensary.

That is crazy.

I'm a good student. I'm here to study.

Right.

Well, we talked to some of your classmates.

They said, four months ago, you sold pot to some of your customers, and it didn't get them high.

Because her plants were truly medicinal.

That's why you didn't go back for the rest of her grow.

You have no proof of this.

BRENNAN: Yes, we do.

It's blood, Booth.

You had just won the award that day, and you had it in your backpack when you went out to confront her.

If she'd just sold to me at the dispensary...

That's for people who need it, people who are sick.

I didn't mean for her to die.

I... I just wanted to knock her out.

(sighs)

(knocking on door)

(sighs, clears throat)

Oh. Hey.

Am I getting evicted now, too?

I'm not sure what your lease says.

Bones.

Come-come on in, guys. BOOTH: Let's go.

Just so you know, I was messy before I started smoking.

Right. Well, we just spoke to Caroline at the Justice Department.

You-you shouldn't have done that, man.

I don't want to get anybody else in trouble.

She said that Cam was right to let you go as an employee of the Jeffersonian.

And I already told her that I understood that.

Yeah, but, when pressed, Caroline said that Cam can rehire you as a freelance case consultant.

Okay, now I don't think I understand.

Caroline said that as long as you have no physical contact with evidence and are paid as an independent contractor, we can continue working together.

And I don't have to stop my treatment?

No.

You did this for me?

I'd do anything for my friend, especially if it's gonna get you better.

Thank you.

Hey, and now, guess what?

You get a, uh, consultant's office.

BRENNAN: Mm-hmm. Whoa.

Yeah, and you get to do, uh, squinty things. What's that?

Review X-rays, forensic reports, and in return, you give me your expert analysis.

I don't know what to say. If you say yes, I would love you to start by organizing these.

Already?

Yes. Yes.

Yes!

♪ I don't have time to sabotage anything else ♪
♪ I don't have time to sabotage anything else ♪
♪ I've got to do the right thing now ♪
♪ I've got to find the right way out ♪
♪ I've got to do the right thing now ♪
♪ I've got to find the right way out ♪
♪ I don't have time to sabotage anything else ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ I don't have time to sabotage anything else ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ I've got to do the right thing now ♪
♪ I've got to find the right way out ♪
♪ I've got to do the right thing now ♪
♪ I've got to find the right way out ♪
♪ Ooh... ooh... ooh... ♪
♪ I, I, I ♪
♪ Ooh... ooh... ooh... ♪
♪ I, I, I ♪
♪ Ooh... ooh. ♪

How did your test go?

Oh, you know, aced the sh**ting range, personal best.

Push-ups, sit-ups and sprints.

And your cognitives? Not that I care.

I know you're excellent, no matter...

Look, I'm not supposed to get those test results till next week, so...

They don't matter anyway.

Actually, you know what?

They do. Look at this.

Sweets... Sweets was able to pull some strings, and...

Well, 97th percentile?!

My personal best.

That is incredible!

Don't act so surprised. I just... I meant...

I know, I know, all right?

Next year, I'm gonna go for 99%.

Very ambitious.

You turned me into a monster. I'll tell you what.

Why don't we race around the park here, huh?

In these boots? So you concede? Great, huh?

That's good, 'cause you know what?

I'm a little sore. I'm gonna wake up in the morning, I'm gonna feel like one big cramp.

How about a glass of champagne to celebrate?

Champagne, huh? Right?

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Bubbles doubles. Watch how that pops.

I knew you would do well.

Even though it's technically illegal for us to drink here.

Oh, come on, lighten up, will you?

We've already had sex in Virginia.

We're basically outlaws. We are. Bonnie and Clyde.

Cheers to that one. Cheers.

I'll tell you what.

97 percentile. That's pretty...

100 next time. Did you ever get 100%?

What's that mean?